"The rain may be falling hard outside,
But your smile makes it all alright.
I'm so glad that you're my friend.
I know our friendship will never end."
-- Robert Alan
Though I have a huge pile of unfinished blogs which gradually, with time have occupied quintessential part of my hard-disk, I though to deal with the hottest topic of the day.The 1st Sunday of the month of Aug..i.e Friendship day.Though my knowledge,information and interest in the American days(mostly Halloween,Valentine’s day,fathers day,etc etc..) has been something on a lower note on my barometric knowledge scale.I consider them as the brainchild of marketing gimmicks..the ones passing from IIMs and other reputed management colleges across the globe all intended to en-cash the ambiance and celebration on the day.Before the thoughts start creeping in about how sad-dist the author of this blog is, I would like to say that I know that these are a few days people do celebrate and every small celebration paves the way for scores of happier moments.Despite of these, my interest have ever eluded from these days and so has been my friends in wishing me on these days.I do not exchange greetings on friendship day and get to know about this days from status update of my friends, or their friends or a few acquaintances on facebook.
However, considering the rage the day has become this year with people calling me up to wish for the same,i finally gave it a serious thought and decided to give in.So here it goes on record..Wishing all my friends(wishes multiplied exponentially to my female friends),people(read girls) whom I want to be friends with,my readers(though the count is pretty low,lets be friends..!!), a very happy friendship day..Have a great Sunday and savor every moment which you spend with anyone who’s your friend.Have no idea what and how exactly you wish you friend on this day as most of my wishes to my close buddies(males) have been misspelt slags and one-lines(adultery imbibed), but just wanna finish off with a few lines which has been more of an impromptu from me…
Friendship’s in the air,
Obviously, its love with which its having an affair,
Forget ur worries and let anxieties slay,
Wishing one and all a Happy Friendship day.
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Wednesday, June 16, 2010
The girlfriend effect..!!
It was 3 years back in the 3rd yr in college when i thought of writing about it. Somehow the topic eluded my mind and whenever it cropped, it took a backseat. But finally here i am.
Truth to be told and facts be dealt. Am not a boyfriend material and neither have had any history of any girl i could officially declare as my girlfriend. The closest i have ever been to girls is sitting by their sides in shared autos. Am writing this out of my sheer observation of my close friends who have had engaged or say doomed to this tryst with destiny with a girl.
From a literary point of view, a girl or a female is a classified section of human , which is subjected to intense conditions, though is an enormous source of energy, engraved with love, care and passion all over. Every chat with a female ends with tc(take care..!!) statement, a gesture which the male section never care about both literally as well as figuratively.
However, the facet which i would love to enlighten about is the after-math or rather say the evolution which an individual goes through when a lady (whom he officially recognizes as girlfriend) walks in his life, in short the Girl-Friend effect. We could easily classify the nature of effect in 3 phases which is directly related to the time spent with each other.
The 1st phase is revolved around the hysteria created by the male species for which a girl's presence becomes an inevitable part of life. People with a girl by the side becomes a topic of discussion and mostly a subject of others jealousy. And somehow this concept sounds like a melancholy to male ears. Guys with a girlfriend are pitied, envied and at the same time tagged as a guy who compromises with his principles, all by losers who have failed miserably in their numerous attempts in past to woo a girl. The fanatic search though leads to success for a few, but it’s a failure for most of the guys. The amateur guys with no past experience in wooing a chick drool out in their own world while their successful counterpart bask in the glory of their new found other half and repent at committing the mistake at the same-time.
However the most interesting aspect is the way guys woo the girl in the 1st half or rather say try to do so. In the world of gadgets, internet and 3G, still SMS remains the most convenient mean of communicating to a stranger. Text the person and if you aren’t interested, block his/her no. Its all a matter of few taps on your smart phone. Contrary to regular belief, a guy always hesitates to make the 1st move i.e. the 1st call, hence goes the SMS. After having gathered enough courage and with friends charging all around, finally the guy manages the message the shortest Text possible..”Hey wassup..??”..People’s eyes are transfixed and gazed at the cell-phone screen until the delivered status is received. The lucky ones get back their reply in the next few seconds which starts a series of chain-reactions which involves some melo-dramatic sequences, promises being made and what not crap..wherin the guy appears to be on cloud nine which the girl looking for her next victim(just kidding girls, its not always so.. :D).However the ones who donot receive their reply seem to have a panic attack, remorse for their earlier committed sin of messaging a girl(who becomes slut by now as she might be hooked to some other guy..!!).
Once in profound newly found love, a guy makes a quick transition from a careless,lousy freak to a caring, emotional and a humorous companion(I still feel the humor part is exaggerated as girls laugh at every other crap and finds all weird nuisances funny.)The monthly expenses are ruled by cellphone bills, credit card bills.The priorities suddenly changes, and a stroll with your lovelife hand-in hand becomes more satisfying than a booze with your close friends.Indeed relations changes people and so do girls, however they are the ones who after changing guys blatantly speak a year later in the most melo-dramatic way …”Oh my God..!! you have changed…!!!”.
However , this marks the 2nd phase when the beauty turns out to be a beast at times.Just like watching a Karan Johar’s flick 10 times, the remorse or guilt creeps in. Though this subtle yet persistent feeling is subdued and mellowed by the secretion of hormones at the mere context and pretext of a female proximity. Imbibed by the sense of responsibility towards the girl which slowly nurtures into an unwanted a baggage, the guy retracts and deviates from its original trajectory and does the expected i.e. breaks up which marks the 3rd and final phase of a girlfriend effect.
Numerous reasons or say excuses culminate to this phase.”I guess we were never meant for each other”,”my parents would never agree to our relation, and I would never go against their wishes” and similar phrases start a series of arguments,debates and crying sessions which finally lead to the fateful.As written, the 1st phase is the longest, interesting and the most talked about phase while the 3rd phase is like the setting Sun, which everyone feels sorry for but with time, it emerges and rises back again. It just about moving on and tracing the path which leads to betterment and improvement..!!
P.S: Am indebted to my close friends, acquaintances and foes too who all inspired and gave me a reason to write this all courtesy to their varied relations with women…thank you ppl…!!
Truth to be told and facts be dealt. Am not a boyfriend material and neither have had any history of any girl i could officially declare as my girlfriend. The closest i have ever been to girls is sitting by their sides in shared autos. Am writing this out of my sheer observation of my close friends who have had engaged or say doomed to this tryst with destiny with a girl.
From a literary point of view, a girl or a female is a classified section of human , which is subjected to intense conditions, though is an enormous source of energy, engraved with love, care and passion all over. Every chat with a female ends with tc(take care..!!) statement, a gesture which the male section never care about both literally as well as figuratively.
However, the facet which i would love to enlighten about is the after-math or rather say the evolution which an individual goes through when a lady (whom he officially recognizes as girlfriend) walks in his life, in short the Girl-Friend effect. We could easily classify the nature of effect in 3 phases which is directly related to the time spent with each other.
The 1st phase is revolved around the hysteria created by the male species for which a girl's presence becomes an inevitable part of life. People with a girl by the side becomes a topic of discussion and mostly a subject of others jealousy. And somehow this concept sounds like a melancholy to male ears. Guys with a girlfriend are pitied, envied and at the same time tagged as a guy who compromises with his principles, all by losers who have failed miserably in their numerous attempts in past to woo a girl. The fanatic search though leads to success for a few, but it’s a failure for most of the guys. The amateur guys with no past experience in wooing a chick drool out in their own world while their successful counterpart bask in the glory of their new found other half and repent at committing the mistake at the same-time.
However the most interesting aspect is the way guys woo the girl in the 1st half or rather say try to do so. In the world of gadgets, internet and 3G, still SMS remains the most convenient mean of communicating to a stranger. Text the person and if you aren’t interested, block his/her no. Its all a matter of few taps on your smart phone. Contrary to regular belief, a guy always hesitates to make the 1st move i.e. the 1st call, hence goes the SMS. After having gathered enough courage and with friends charging all around, finally the guy manages the message the shortest Text possible..”Hey wassup..??”..People’s eyes are transfixed and gazed at the cell-phone screen until the delivered status is received. The lucky ones get back their reply in the next few seconds which starts a series of chain-reactions which involves some melo-dramatic sequences, promises being made and what not crap..wherin the guy appears to be on cloud nine which the girl looking for her next victim(just kidding girls, its not always so.. :D).However the ones who donot receive their reply seem to have a panic attack, remorse for their earlier committed sin of messaging a girl(who becomes slut by now as she might be hooked to some other guy..!!).
Once in profound newly found love, a guy makes a quick transition from a careless,lousy freak to a caring, emotional and a humorous companion(I still feel the humor part is exaggerated as girls laugh at every other crap and finds all weird nuisances funny.)The monthly expenses are ruled by cellphone bills, credit card bills.The priorities suddenly changes, and a stroll with your lovelife hand-in hand becomes more satisfying than a booze with your close friends.Indeed relations changes people and so do girls, however they are the ones who after changing guys blatantly speak a year later in the most melo-dramatic way …”Oh my God..!! you have changed…!!!”.
However , this marks the 2nd phase when the beauty turns out to be a beast at times.Just like watching a Karan Johar’s flick 10 times, the remorse or guilt creeps in. Though this subtle yet persistent feeling is subdued and mellowed by the secretion of hormones at the mere context and pretext of a female proximity. Imbibed by the sense of responsibility towards the girl which slowly nurtures into an unwanted a baggage, the guy retracts and deviates from its original trajectory and does the expected i.e. breaks up which marks the 3rd and final phase of a girlfriend effect.
Numerous reasons or say excuses culminate to this phase.”I guess we were never meant for each other”,”my parents would never agree to our relation, and I would never go against their wishes” and similar phrases start a series of arguments,debates and crying sessions which finally lead to the fateful.As written, the 1st phase is the longest, interesting and the most talked about phase while the 3rd phase is like the setting Sun, which everyone feels sorry for but with time, it emerges and rises back again. It just about moving on and tracing the path which leads to betterment and improvement..!!
P.S: Am indebted to my close friends, acquaintances and foes too who all inspired and gave me a reason to write this all courtesy to their varied relations with women…thank you ppl…!!
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Dard-e-dastan...32 se 36 tak..!!
To put an end to any apprehensions,conclusion,errors in judgment or whatever one would make upon reading the topic, the figures deal with my waist line and my horrific trail through it.
My story of my waist line has been much like a sinusoidal curve which has seen extreme ups and lows.It all started some countable number of years back which i do not want to remember and count right now(sheer laziness and y d hell should i..lol).My parents and my neighbors found a rare prodigy in me when i emerged a topper in class 10th, putting an end to the reign of my closest friend's era, who had occupied the coveted position as early as Upper Kinder gardens till my pre-board exams.For me the results came out of blue, left me dazed for the next 2 yrs when i made the most of time and did everything(well..yeah plz consider the age then and then decide its meaning)apart from studying religiously and fared badly in my 12th.The results came as a utter shock to my expectant parents(they expected me to do really well..!!!)..The sheer frustration of under performing and not reaching the standards started the 1st upwardly movement of my waist line.
The next 1 yr saw a an increment in the curve exponentially and my trousers had to bear the brunt.An year long stay brought an extra layer of fat with a complimentary offer of weight rise.By the end of year when i was all set for a college admission, i weighed a whopping 75 kgs with a waist line of 36 inches and looked way aged than i was.Worse still, i sported a mustache riding the 'manhood' concept i had heard from the childhood.
The curve had reached it maxima when a few factors started acting as a differential which brought a sharp decline in weight which affected my waist line too.The college was situated in hard-core tamil land which boasted of idlis,wadas,uthapams and dosais but all of the south-indian flavor.The daily dose of dosais, attus and what not took its toll on me finally and i was admitted in hospital after a viral fever.The end of fever saw me loosing some 7kgs and by the time i reached home, i weighed a mere 65 kgs and had lost a waist line of almost 2 inches.Best part, i got rid of my manhood..oops sorry my mustache.Contrary to my earlier belief i still looked and was manly...lol.
The next 3 years in college saw a certain improvisation in food but could not help my weight or waist line either.Even a tailor gave me a smirk when i approached him with a request to reduce my waist size.Even the placements were of no respite and i attained a stagnant phase when everything in life was stand still.
History has a notorious habit of repeating itself unless one does something about it.I jacked my ass at home for 5 months at home after college awaiting a call from the company i was recruited in.Home made food ,daily dose of TV soaps and regular sleep of 8-10 hrs helped when the curve zoomed in an upward fashion and moved as expected on the sinusoidal curve.
Earning money helped the cause further and 8-10 hrs of office where my movement was restricted to a mere 100 meters was slicing on the cake.An year and half later, the other half of mine i.e. my consciousness fails to recognize me and at times disown me in my worst nightmares all owing to the flabby fats all around me.My several attempts to cast off the fat have failed and off late i resort to several weird means to loosing some out of me.
Even a renaissance of my outrageous gain of weight in the past 2 yrs bring me goose bumps.Though the above narration may not be a tear-jerker but a sight of my pic taken 2 years back does bring sweat across my fore-head..God..!! how did i do this..!!
The narration is a truth with intended pun..!!
My story of my waist line has been much like a sinusoidal curve which has seen extreme ups and lows.It all started some countable number of years back which i do not want to remember and count right now(sheer laziness and y d hell should i..lol).My parents and my neighbors found a rare prodigy in me when i emerged a topper in class 10th, putting an end to the reign of my closest friend's era, who had occupied the coveted position as early as Upper Kinder gardens till my pre-board exams.For me the results came out of blue, left me dazed for the next 2 yrs when i made the most of time and did everything(well..yeah plz consider the age then and then decide its meaning)apart from studying religiously and fared badly in my 12th.The results came as a utter shock to my expectant parents(they expected me to do really well..!!!)..The sheer frustration of under performing and not reaching the standards started the 1st upwardly movement of my waist line.
The next 1 yr saw a an increment in the curve exponentially and my trousers had to bear the brunt.An year long stay brought an extra layer of fat with a complimentary offer of weight rise.By the end of year when i was all set for a college admission, i weighed a whopping 75 kgs with a waist line of 36 inches and looked way aged than i was.Worse still, i sported a mustache riding the 'manhood' concept i had heard from the childhood.
The curve had reached it maxima when a few factors started acting as a differential which brought a sharp decline in weight which affected my waist line too.The college was situated in hard-core tamil land which boasted of idlis,wadas,uthapams and dosais but all of the south-indian flavor.The daily dose of dosais, attus and what not took its toll on me finally and i was admitted in hospital after a viral fever.The end of fever saw me loosing some 7kgs and by the time i reached home, i weighed a mere 65 kgs and had lost a waist line of almost 2 inches.Best part, i got rid of my manhood..oops sorry my mustache.Contrary to my earlier belief i still looked and was manly...lol.
The next 3 years in college saw a certain improvisation in food but could not help my weight or waist line either.Even a tailor gave me a smirk when i approached him with a request to reduce my waist size.Even the placements were of no respite and i attained a stagnant phase when everything in life was stand still.
History has a notorious habit of repeating itself unless one does something about it.I jacked my ass at home for 5 months at home after college awaiting a call from the company i was recruited in.Home made food ,daily dose of TV soaps and regular sleep of 8-10 hrs helped when the curve zoomed in an upward fashion and moved as expected on the sinusoidal curve.
Earning money helped the cause further and 8-10 hrs of office where my movement was restricted to a mere 100 meters was slicing on the cake.An year and half later, the other half of mine i.e. my consciousness fails to recognize me and at times disown me in my worst nightmares all owing to the flabby fats all around me.My several attempts to cast off the fat have failed and off late i resort to several weird means to loosing some out of me.
Even a renaissance of my outrageous gain of weight in the past 2 yrs bring me goose bumps.Though the above narration may not be a tear-jerker but a sight of my pic taken 2 years back does bring sweat across my fore-head..God..!! how did i do this..!!
The narration is a truth with intended pun..!!
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
What's in the name..!!
Words have meaning and names have power. ~Author Unknown
The name or say the noun by which we address a person is key to number of answers.I always believed a person's name sketches a clear picture about him/her.Names have unique attributes which is passed on to its bearer.No wonder, every girl by the 'Neha' not only sound beautiful but are gorgeous.People with unpronounceable names are exemplary and are way out of leagues.People who inspire their names from nature are undoubtedly smart, academically brilliant and are eye candies.However, the ones possessing a common name, leads a common life bespectacled with success of others.Names changes virtues and the way one looks at a person.
Off late with boom in technology, a person's name can open a Pandora's box.A search in social networking sites can divulge minute details about an individual, his nature, attitude and even the marital status.
But well that's my way of thinking and a small observation i made in the last 10-12 yrs of my life.Riding the current belief, i always intend to know a person's name before befriending him/her(its mostly her in most of the occasions).
My work place with buzz with female species.Though my hectic schedule leaves a little space for sighting people but over time, my multi-tasking features have honed well and my eyes hover around for any female existence in the area which can be mapped by my eyes.My search for one ended up a couple of months back when i spotted 2 girls in cafeteria.They sat in corner much like extinct species.Both of them looked good and would have been a rare treat for any male eyes.I always appreciate beauty in a decent manner and feel the appreciation should be passed on the one who's being appreciated.Unable to decide which one to go for, i made up my mind to have a tete-a-tete with whoever's name in known 1st to me.
Few months later i.e. today, one of the girls startled me when i found her sitting across my table at lunch.Wow, still she looked a master piece and a pie to go for.In the past months i noticed how she often dressed herself in white outfits.She attired in a similar way today.I feel awkward and not at ease trying to strike conversation with a new person while either of us is eating.Added to it i still did not knew her name and had no intentions of ruining my 1st impression.There are few occasions when you feel everything going your way while most of the times it the other way round.To my amazement, she stood up kept her ID card and her lunch box on the table and asked me not to let anyone sit as she'll be back in a minute.Taken aback, i gave a open jaw reply, and nodded my head saying 'Oh sure' to her.Once gone, i moved close to her ID card to check out her name but her faded name on her ID made it illegible.She was back in a minute and gave a slight grin appreciating my effort to keep her place intact.My mind vacillated between striking a conversation with her or not.Again like loser i followed my brain and chose not to speak to her.I munched my food at double the pace to finish off it faster.I slowed down at the end upon realizing that i still needed to know her name.
The urge to know her name made me look all around except her.I gathered some effort, garnished with guts and spoke to her for the 1st time.What i could only muster was asking which account she worked in.Shocked my sudden question, she answered in a word.Unable to make an eye contact any further, i rushed, almost surrendered and stood up to leave.About to leave, i stopped upon hearing "By the way I am ...."Over joyed and excited, i reciprocated.Perhaps a wonderful end to a nervous start.Could have never known the importance of a name had not her.Somehow knowing her name seemed a feat well achieved and at the end of day i treated myself with a Cornetto ice-cream.
The name or say the noun by which we address a person is key to number of answers.I always believed a person's name sketches a clear picture about him/her.Names have unique attributes which is passed on to its bearer.No wonder, every girl by the 'Neha' not only sound beautiful but are gorgeous.People with unpronounceable names are exemplary and are way out of leagues.People who inspire their names from nature are undoubtedly smart, academically brilliant and are eye candies.However, the ones possessing a common name, leads a common life bespectacled with success of others.Names changes virtues and the way one looks at a person.
Off late with boom in technology, a person's name can open a Pandora's box.A search in social networking sites can divulge minute details about an individual, his nature, attitude and even the marital status.
But well that's my way of thinking and a small observation i made in the last 10-12 yrs of my life.Riding the current belief, i always intend to know a person's name before befriending him/her(its mostly her in most of the occasions).
My work place with buzz with female species.Though my hectic schedule leaves a little space for sighting people but over time, my multi-tasking features have honed well and my eyes hover around for any female existence in the area which can be mapped by my eyes.My search for one ended up a couple of months back when i spotted 2 girls in cafeteria.They sat in corner much like extinct species.Both of them looked good and would have been a rare treat for any male eyes.I always appreciate beauty in a decent manner and feel the appreciation should be passed on the one who's being appreciated.Unable to decide which one to go for, i made up my mind to have a tete-a-tete with whoever's name in known 1st to me.
Few months later i.e. today, one of the girls startled me when i found her sitting across my table at lunch.Wow, still she looked a master piece and a pie to go for.In the past months i noticed how she often dressed herself in white outfits.She attired in a similar way today.I feel awkward and not at ease trying to strike conversation with a new person while either of us is eating.Added to it i still did not knew her name and had no intentions of ruining my 1st impression.There are few occasions when you feel everything going your way while most of the times it the other way round.To my amazement, she stood up kept her ID card and her lunch box on the table and asked me not to let anyone sit as she'll be back in a minute.Taken aback, i gave a open jaw reply, and nodded my head saying 'Oh sure' to her.Once gone, i moved close to her ID card to check out her name but her faded name on her ID made it illegible.She was back in a minute and gave a slight grin appreciating my effort to keep her place intact.My mind vacillated between striking a conversation with her or not.Again like loser i followed my brain and chose not to speak to her.I munched my food at double the pace to finish off it faster.I slowed down at the end upon realizing that i still needed to know her name.
The urge to know her name made me look all around except her.I gathered some effort, garnished with guts and spoke to her for the 1st time.What i could only muster was asking which account she worked in.Shocked my sudden question, she answered in a word.Unable to make an eye contact any further, i rushed, almost surrendered and stood up to leave.About to leave, i stopped upon hearing "By the way I am ...."Over joyed and excited, i reciprocated.Perhaps a wonderful end to a nervous start.Could have never known the importance of a name had not her.Somehow knowing her name seemed a feat well achieved and at the end of day i treated myself with a Cornetto ice-cream.
Thursday, May 20, 2010
I had rehearsed it over and over again. The plan was simple enough though its execution required 5% of meticulous care and 95% of luck. To avoid any last minute adrenaline rushes and hiccups, I reached the restaurant 20 minutes earlier than decided amongst us. It was the venue she had agreed upon to have a date with me after a long time of persuasion. When the entire community of my friends roamed around the city hand in hand with their girlfriend, I still was bound to my cell phone. My past experiences have taught be to be patience and I was trying to follow the same in my existing relationship.
However, it was an opportunity tonight. She too somehow seemed mellowed by my righteous demand for a date and agreed finally .I had decided to break the jinx. The plan was simple, have a candle light dinner followed by champagne, a mild dance which was all intended to blow her off.
She arrived sharp on time and to my amazement carried a bigger handbag than usual. Girls and their accessories is a countless noun, so rather than looking at these I tried concentrating at her. Damn, she looked beautiful. The extra bit of kohl in her eyes was eminent and I could have kept staring at her for ages. She had tied her hair in casual bun leaving a few stray hairs loose which ruffled in the soft breeze that blew around us. A sudden yell almost broke my concentration. It was her who complained how unhygienic food the restaurant served. I was taken aback by this claim as I felt it was one of best one around. She went to narrate the story of how her team member fell ill after consuming its food when they came here the last time. It’s easier meddling with your boss than interrupting your girlfriend (or negate her claims).In addition I had no plans for messing up a wonderful night .I wondered what she meant by “Yeah sure thing..Will be there by 7...nd yeah get a reservation ” which she had texted earlier in the day. I looked at her with questing eyes asking “What next”..She uttered …”y not go to your place”..Had no idea what her intentions were, but was dumbstruck and the stars around me seemed to transpire and conspire all in favor of me.
The champagne and dance became the plans of past. Before I could realize and recollect the turn of events, she signaled an auto and we hurried to my place. I rushed in to put things in place and offered her a chair. We both sat around our small circular table and I looked into her blue eyes for the nth time. It was then she emptied her handbag and carefully took out a vodka bottle. She had always liked vodka and had a shot at it whenever she found one. While she went on to fetch glasses and cold drinks, I moved the table in the balcony and lit a candle to create a dim but beautiful candle light effect. We sat opposite but close enough so that out legs intertwined among ourselves. She poured my drink and hers too. There was a mild breeze which ruffled her long and soothing hair along my face. I closed my eyes to feel the aroma. I could feel her noticing this and opened my eyes the very next second. We spoke and giggled for the next few minutes and could very well feel the blood rush though my cheeks.
We raised the toast, and gulped the drink. Slosh went the 1st drops of vodka down our throat adding color to our skins and accelerating the adrenaline rush. Maybe it was vodka but we intertwined our fingers together to finish off the rest of the drink with our eyes gazing each other. Before it would go any further, I remembered the KFC chicken which I had ordered in morning was still fresh. I asked her for the dinner and she readily agreed.
I took her hands into mine casually, slid off my chair and made her stand in a perfect gentleman fashion. We held our hands just a tiny moment and proceeded to our dinners still happy and with increased romance though decent enough to not jump at each other. We barely had a piece of chicken, when she stood up and asked me to put some music. She trembled all along as the alcohol started its affect. I rushed to prevent her from tripping off. Incapable of doing anything, she put her hand across my shoulders. I felt a sudden gush of hormones but enjoyed the angel, the women of my life whom I loved and hated to the equally eccentric limits. She started making some moves which seemed more of a slow dance. The dance was more of a trance with eyes unwavering and lips on a involuntary smile. I caressed my fingers along her rouge less cheeks. The night continued with all of our favorite tunes flowing smooth like that slosh of liquor in our blood stream. We kept dancing and moved closer to each other and seemed to cross the barriers when her phone rang up.
The shriek ring tone brought us back to our senses. She took the call to find her mother at the other end. She finished her call and asked me to drop her at her place. Moved and embarrassed of my moves earlier, I hurriedly called up a cab and dropped her to her home. She asked me stay back for some time and we strolled along the desolate road starry eyed gazing at the stars. She told me how beautiful her evening had been and thanked me for making all the efforts. Before I could head back to my home, she gave me a peck on my lips and literally took me off my feet. I jogged my way back to home and was shocked to find a “Love you sweetheart, and yeah am not drunk” text from her .Till date that night remains the best one I have ever had.
P.S.: Another round of fictional write-up. Would not have been possible without effective inputs from a friend, which I framed into a story .And yet again, a sheer imagination.
However, it was an opportunity tonight. She too somehow seemed mellowed by my righteous demand for a date and agreed finally .I had decided to break the jinx. The plan was simple, have a candle light dinner followed by champagne, a mild dance which was all intended to blow her off.
She arrived sharp on time and to my amazement carried a bigger handbag than usual. Girls and their accessories is a countless noun, so rather than looking at these I tried concentrating at her. Damn, she looked beautiful. The extra bit of kohl in her eyes was eminent and I could have kept staring at her for ages. She had tied her hair in casual bun leaving a few stray hairs loose which ruffled in the soft breeze that blew around us. A sudden yell almost broke my concentration. It was her who complained how unhygienic food the restaurant served. I was taken aback by this claim as I felt it was one of best one around. She went to narrate the story of how her team member fell ill after consuming its food when they came here the last time. It’s easier meddling with your boss than interrupting your girlfriend (or negate her claims).In addition I had no plans for messing up a wonderful night .I wondered what she meant by “Yeah sure thing..Will be there by 7...nd yeah get a reservation ” which she had texted earlier in the day. I looked at her with questing eyes asking “What next”..She uttered …”y not go to your place”..Had no idea what her intentions were, but was dumbstruck and the stars around me seemed to transpire and conspire all in favor of me.
The champagne and dance became the plans of past. Before I could realize and recollect the turn of events, she signaled an auto and we hurried to my place. I rushed in to put things in place and offered her a chair. We both sat around our small circular table and I looked into her blue eyes for the nth time. It was then she emptied her handbag and carefully took out a vodka bottle. She had always liked vodka and had a shot at it whenever she found one. While she went on to fetch glasses and cold drinks, I moved the table in the balcony and lit a candle to create a dim but beautiful candle light effect. We sat opposite but close enough so that out legs intertwined among ourselves. She poured my drink and hers too. There was a mild breeze which ruffled her long and soothing hair along my face. I closed my eyes to feel the aroma. I could feel her noticing this and opened my eyes the very next second. We spoke and giggled for the next few minutes and could very well feel the blood rush though my cheeks.
We raised the toast, and gulped the drink. Slosh went the 1st drops of vodka down our throat adding color to our skins and accelerating the adrenaline rush. Maybe it was vodka but we intertwined our fingers together to finish off the rest of the drink with our eyes gazing each other. Before it would go any further, I remembered the KFC chicken which I had ordered in morning was still fresh. I asked her for the dinner and she readily agreed.
I took her hands into mine casually, slid off my chair and made her stand in a perfect gentleman fashion. We held our hands just a tiny moment and proceeded to our dinners still happy and with increased romance though decent enough to not jump at each other. We barely had a piece of chicken, when she stood up and asked me to put some music. She trembled all along as the alcohol started its affect. I rushed to prevent her from tripping off. Incapable of doing anything, she put her hand across my shoulders. I felt a sudden gush of hormones but enjoyed the angel, the women of my life whom I loved and hated to the equally eccentric limits. She started making some moves which seemed more of a slow dance. The dance was more of a trance with eyes unwavering and lips on a involuntary smile. I caressed my fingers along her rouge less cheeks. The night continued with all of our favorite tunes flowing smooth like that slosh of liquor in our blood stream. We kept dancing and moved closer to each other and seemed to cross the barriers when her phone rang up.
The shriek ring tone brought us back to our senses. She took the call to find her mother at the other end. She finished her call and asked me to drop her at her place. Moved and embarrassed of my moves earlier, I hurriedly called up a cab and dropped her to her home. She asked me stay back for some time and we strolled along the desolate road starry eyed gazing at the stars. She told me how beautiful her evening had been and thanked me for making all the efforts. Before I could head back to my home, she gave me a peck on my lips and literally took me off my feet. I jogged my way back to home and was shocked to find a “Love you sweetheart, and yeah am not drunk” text from her .Till date that night remains the best one I have ever had.
P.S.: Another round of fictional write-up. Would not have been possible without effective inputs from a friend, which I framed into a story .And yet again, a sheer imagination.
Sunday, April 18, 2010
My rendezvous with her has become a daily affair...I eagerly await the clock to hover its hands around 10 o' clock to have a glimpse of the wonder.No matter how early i wake up, i tend to do things which ensures that i reach my office at around 10 minutes to 10.Its been past 1 month since when i have been holistically following the schedule, the only motivating force being her.What started with a series of coincidences have become a continuous affair.It all started some 5 weeks back when contrary to my regular schedule and PL's demand, i made my way to office 20 minutes late to the scheduled time.The reason being a late night sleep which consequently led to a late start of the day.I don't mind saying that i believe in superstitions and a regular reader of daily horoscope to which am subscribed to in my email(needs to mention that the subscription is free).I flipped open my notebook and made a frenzied move around the web pages to open the daily feed of my luck.I spent the next 2 minutes to read the 3-4 lines of lines which was imposed as my luck of the day.It bluntly mentioned how my day at office would be screwed.After been late to office, this seemed to be a very obvious happening of the day.I silently applauded the person who does such accurate predictions and felt an utter need to knowing how my fate would take its course in the coming years.The volcano of thoughts were soon mellowed by the clock on my desktop which made me hurry up for the office.When ur luck is wild, u have an every chance of being bitten by a dog despite of being atop a camel.I failed to get a single auto which would drop me by my workplace.Every auto driver seemed to show a middle finger trying to screw my already screwed day.
After waiting for the next 1 min, i mustered enough courage to walk half the stretch after which getting an auto was a simpler matter.I made some quick calculations, and came with the conclusion that even walking the stretch meant being late by another 15 minutes.After being late by 10 minutes, another 15 minutes sounded not so nasty enough but in terms of business it meant, i would be late by 150% more which meant a loss 13 euros of my billable effort for the day.I prepared some answers which i would utter if asked for a reason, which mostly was never asked.My excuses ranged from being ill to having headache to as vague as there wasn't power to iron my clothes.My mind vacillated between declaring which reason would lead its way, as each of them sounded genuine enough.
I almost stumbled as i tried to run along the stairs overtaking an elderly associate of my company.I managed to balance myself and prevent my fall which could have led to disastrous end to a bad start.The elder man now way ahead of me gave me a "u reckless, careless idiot" look as i tried to overtake him again to make myself be the 1st one available for the lift.I work on the 3rd floor of the building.Though the building has 8 lifts for smooth movement across the floors, the one closest enough to the entrance sought maximum attention, hence more traffic and finally a slack movement.To my surprise, the lift doors were still ajar.I ran to make myself available before door closed.I steeped my shoe between the doors to make it stop and got in the next split second.My short stint pissed off most of the co-associates in the lift who made weird expressions to show the same.
I moved my right to press the floor where i needed to stop when i noticed her for the 1st time.Clad in a refreshingly new shade of blue, she looked ravishingly beautiful.I could not stop myself from peeking her from the corner of my eye.Standing inches away, i could smell the perfume she wore.I quickly noticed her smooth flowing hair, the fresh mascara in her eyes and a series of bangles she wore around her wrist.Her hair seemed to be still wet as if she had her made her way just out of the shower.I wondered if that was really the case, or she had gelled her hair.Movement across 2 floors by a normal speed lift would take nothing more that 20 seconds, unless stopped in between.The 28 seconds of my stay with her in closed box accompanied by other co workers changed my reason for coming to office daily.Rather than the pending work, i try to be at my time to ensure the co movement across the floor with her.4 weeks, our relationship rather than growing has reduced the physical distance between us in the lift.She is still an unnamed wonder for me and am an unknown admirer of hers.I still look forward to meet her again at the lift tomorrow.
P.S.: its a complete work of fiction and imagination with no relation or reference to anyone concerned...:P
After waiting for the next 1 min, i mustered enough courage to walk half the stretch after which getting an auto was a simpler matter.I made some quick calculations, and came with the conclusion that even walking the stretch meant being late by another 15 minutes.After being late by 10 minutes, another 15 minutes sounded not so nasty enough but in terms of business it meant, i would be late by 150% more which meant a loss 13 euros of my billable effort for the day.I prepared some answers which i would utter if asked for a reason, which mostly was never asked.My excuses ranged from being ill to having headache to as vague as there wasn't power to iron my clothes.My mind vacillated between declaring which reason would lead its way, as each of them sounded genuine enough.
I almost stumbled as i tried to run along the stairs overtaking an elderly associate of my company.I managed to balance myself and prevent my fall which could have led to disastrous end to a bad start.The elder man now way ahead of me gave me a "u reckless, careless idiot" look as i tried to overtake him again to make myself be the 1st one available for the lift.I work on the 3rd floor of the building.Though the building has 8 lifts for smooth movement across the floors, the one closest enough to the entrance sought maximum attention, hence more traffic and finally a slack movement.To my surprise, the lift doors were still ajar.I ran to make myself available before door closed.I steeped my shoe between the doors to make it stop and got in the next split second.My short stint pissed off most of the co-associates in the lift who made weird expressions to show the same.
I moved my right to press the floor where i needed to stop when i noticed her for the 1st time.Clad in a refreshingly new shade of blue, she looked ravishingly beautiful.I could not stop myself from peeking her from the corner of my eye.Standing inches away, i could smell the perfume she wore.I quickly noticed her smooth flowing hair, the fresh mascara in her eyes and a series of bangles she wore around her wrist.Her hair seemed to be still wet as if she had her made her way just out of the shower.I wondered if that was really the case, or she had gelled her hair.Movement across 2 floors by a normal speed lift would take nothing more that 20 seconds, unless stopped in between.The 28 seconds of my stay with her in closed box accompanied by other co workers changed my reason for coming to office daily.Rather than the pending work, i try to be at my time to ensure the co movement across the floor with her.4 weeks, our relationship rather than growing has reduced the physical distance between us in the lift.She is still an unnamed wonder for me and am an unknown admirer of hers.I still look forward to meet her again at the lift tomorrow.
P.S.: its a complete work of fiction and imagination with no relation or reference to anyone concerned...:P
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
The new girl...!!
I started with this story a couple of months back but few things restrained me from continuing further..just wanted to post it anyways...
Being grief stricken for the past few days after realizing the fact that i have landed myself in the remotest area of the country where the sparse population of the datable girls(girls whom u can ask out for a date) was sparser,her entry in the class some 200 seconds after the bell brought a glint in my eyes.My hopes resurrected itself like a phoenix and the jaw was left ajar partially in disbelief and shock of seeing a girl in my class.
Most of the guys suffer from the "FindaGirl" syndrome, wherein the search engine in its live search 'mode' scans for any female existence in and around him.The syndrome made its obvious appearance in me right from the 1st yr days, there after which i scanned the reservation charts of the coach my ticket was reserved in to any single female soul sitting in the same bus as mine.My potential targets, F20 to F27.
The syndrome affect had also made me scan the attendance register of my section some 7-8 times to ensure if any chances of seeing a girl was there or not.Despite of straining of my ears to trace the every possible crests and troughs, the sound waves created during the roll call, at the end of the 4th day i declared it as futile effort and was 1st among the guys of the class to bring to notice the fact that how doomed our next 4 years would be.
However i was almost contradicted by this latest diva's presence.I was still duobtfull if the heaven right before my eyes would like be associated with the literal hell my section was.I was skeptical enough to ask people around if the new entrant was some support staff or a faculty.Soon my intelligent brain harped on the ideas that she could be silver spoon kid, a entrant from management quota.I threw a smirk at my friends while mentioning the thought the very next second.If she was the one roll number which weighed more in terms of money than us, then the chick was rich,out of reach and bitch too.I negated the thoughts and supported the imbibed feelings in brains neurons who were supporting the fact that there could be several reasons why she could have landed in this section.She took a seat 3 rows ahead of mine.I could not stop seeing her the next few minutes until the lecturer's shriek voice asked us to concentrate.But had even Saddam warned me of launching a biochemical weapon if i did not stop seeing her i would have relented.I darted my eyes to notice that all the guys whom i called as friends were engaged in the same activity and could notice the same glint on every face.Every eye was looking for opportunity to take a bite at the most heartening sight we have had since our inception in the Engineering college.
For a college guy who is testosterone charged and estrogen starved, a new girl opens a horizon of options.The thoughts or say the fantasies start with getting intimately close to the opposite sex, proceeds to dating the women, falling in love and in severe cases even manages to see her as her bride.Making your close friends jealous certainly don't come in these plans,but they surely become primary motives later on.Well,i moved leaps and bounds when day dreaming was concerned, and while my friends still continued with their dreams of dating on, i went ahead with marrying the female.Before i could go further i had an urge to find out which part of India the girl came in from.A month in the college, way deep in South India, a south Indian girl was still a strict no-no.Have no idea how that constraint came in, but the smell of the gajra(flowers with the weirdest of smell woven together) made me go nauseating.
Being grief stricken for the past few days after realizing the fact that i have landed myself in the remotest area of the country where the sparse population of the datable girls(girls whom u can ask out for a date) was sparser,her entry in the class some 200 seconds after the bell brought a glint in my eyes.My hopes resurrected itself like a phoenix and the jaw was left ajar partially in disbelief and shock of seeing a girl in my class.
Most of the guys suffer from the "FindaGirl" syndrome, wherein the search engine in its live search 'mode' scans for any female existence in and around him.The syndrome made its obvious appearance in me right from the 1st yr days, there after which i scanned the reservation charts of the coach my ticket was reserved in to any single female soul sitting in the same bus as mine.My potential targets, F20 to F27.
The syndrome affect had also made me scan the attendance register of my section some 7-8 times to ensure if any chances of seeing a girl was there or not.Despite of straining of my ears to trace the every possible crests and troughs, the sound waves created during the roll call, at the end of the 4th day i declared it as futile effort and was 1st among the guys of the class to bring to notice the fact that how doomed our next 4 years would be.
However i was almost contradicted by this latest diva's presence.I was still duobtfull if the heaven right before my eyes would like be associated with the literal hell my section was.I was skeptical enough to ask people around if the new entrant was some support staff or a faculty.Soon my intelligent brain harped on the ideas that she could be silver spoon kid, a entrant from management quota.I threw a smirk at my friends while mentioning the thought the very next second.If she was the one roll number which weighed more in terms of money than us, then the chick was rich,out of reach and bitch too.I negated the thoughts and supported the imbibed feelings in brains neurons who were supporting the fact that there could be several reasons why she could have landed in this section.She took a seat 3 rows ahead of mine.I could not stop seeing her the next few minutes until the lecturer's shriek voice asked us to concentrate.But had even Saddam warned me of launching a biochemical weapon if i did not stop seeing her i would have relented.I darted my eyes to notice that all the guys whom i called as friends were engaged in the same activity and could notice the same glint on every face.Every eye was looking for opportunity to take a bite at the most heartening sight we have had since our inception in the Engineering college.
For a college guy who is testosterone charged and estrogen starved, a new girl opens a horizon of options.The thoughts or say the fantasies start with getting intimately close to the opposite sex, proceeds to dating the women, falling in love and in severe cases even manages to see her as her bride.Making your close friends jealous certainly don't come in these plans,but they surely become primary motives later on.Well,i moved leaps and bounds when day dreaming was concerned, and while my friends still continued with their dreams of dating on, i went ahead with marrying the female.Before i could go further i had an urge to find out which part of India the girl came in from.A month in the college, way deep in South India, a south Indian girl was still a strict no-no.Have no idea how that constraint came in, but the smell of the gajra(flowers with the weirdest of smell woven together) made me go nauseating.
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