Silver Moon Light...

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Sara closed her eyes tight, dived deep into the blanket, but still couldn’t sleep properly. Not more than five minutes, she popped her head out; took a deep breath. Got up and sat on the bed with her blanket draped tightly on her. She moved her hands aimlessly on the bed. There was no one other than her; empty.

A breeze brushed her. She looked out. The sky looked adorable with stars and the stunning moon. She felt the breeze carried some message. Somebody was trying to call her, tell her something. Spreading her hands on the bed she closed her eyes. For the last few years she had shared this room with someone special, never had slept alone over here except for the last two days. It was all fun to be on this bed at any point of time.

She heaved a deep sigh

Again the breeze came. She got up from the bed and headed towards the window. With her moist eyes she saw the full moon. She felt as if it wanted to say something to her. Did she see a smile coming from the moon? They always used to imagine moon with smiles. With a shade of sadness she remembered how they used to get imaginative talking about moon. They used to humanize the moon and were their next best friend. They enjoyed the peaceful pearl colored moon rays that were showered upon them.

She went upstairs, opened the door and reached the terrace. The trees surrounding her house were not in their best of moods. The intermittent breeze was trying its best to wake them up and make the leaves dance with it. It seems they are also not in a mood. A heavy sadness prevailed over the area. She came to the corner of the terrace and stared at the moon. Moments flew and the moon winked at her. Rather she felt so. She pinched herself to check reality. Another stare at the moon she felt the moon was calling her: trying to say something.

She ran downstairs, past her bedroom, living hall and the main door in a jiffy and rushed on to the rocky garden outside her compound. Reaching onto the top of that rocky garden she looked up to the sky. The moon was shining more brightly showering silver rays. Panting, she could feel the presence of someone. She held her hands high pointing the moon. A cool breeze came from nowhere. She embraced herself tight. This is the spot where they used to chat about life, love and children, the place where they used to sing songs together, fight with each other under the moonlight, the place where they sat together in union with the nature.

Emma, I miss you…You were more than a twin sister to me. Hope, your untimely death will not part us away. Come hug me…

She could feel; the hug. The breeze, moonlight and the night hugged her.

From somewhere, Emma hugged her.

Its Her Day...

Nature wakes up early
Flowers and trees are blooming
Everyone brimming with joy

Exotic smell spread around
Sun rose bright in horizon
Bird flocks chirping aloud

I sit here imagining
Her smiling face, beautiful
Glittering with the sun rays

Skies are blue
Breeze is calm
People are rejoicing

She dance, she sings
No wonder, its her birthday..!!

PS : A dedication to someone special..!! Stay smiling..

Let Me Be The One...

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Not once not twice,

I call your name a thousand times

Hoping secretly you will hear it atleast once…

Is it something people say to be aware of

I mean is this what people say is love…

Your smile moves my heart,

Its got the innocence of a child

And your eyes got the hunger for me…

Behind those beautiful eyes lies deep grief..

I can see it though you never say a word

Come, let me be the one to hold you tight..

Give me your sorrows and I will shu them away…

Your dreamy eyes are meant to love

Remember I Am always there for you…

Bird Watching...

Rehman and Sameer looked here and there. Darkness was creeping in slowly which forces daylight to take a leave. The atmosphere was getting dank. Street lights checked on to do their daily shift. People were busy shopping, enjoying the eateries from the road side stalls, taking evening walks, chit-chatting, and couples getting lucky over the corners of the plaza. Their faces read boredom. It’s been two hours since they were ‘bird-watching’ over here at this pastry joint.

Milind’s Pastry Joint.
Rehman lit the last cigarette out from the packet. Taking a deep puff he stared at Sameer. Sameer was blank, out of thoughts; his eyes were kind off drooping. When Sameer too took the packet Rehman offered his cigarette, “It’s empty. We will share this one.” Sharing a cigarette cements the bond, it is an unwritten myth among the smokers. While Sameer took a puff Rehman was releasing fumes in circles from his mouth. He looked like those industrial funnels spitting dark smokes.Just after the fag was over Sameer got up. He adjusted his low waist jeans. Stretched his body wide and gestured Rehman to make a move. Rehman was passive, indecisive. “Let’s go for a round of two-three pegs. Atleast the music over there will be rejuvenating us.” Sameer said. His dialogue bespeaks his intention not to go home before midnight. Rehman showed his empty wallet and tried to pass a wet smile. “I got some, don’t worry” Sameer resorted. Both love spending time gadding about the busy streets in the city.

“Wait buddy, two babes are strolling towards us. Let’s just sit over here only. After the cross us we will take a leave.”

"Oh, cut it dude. Lets have some coffee at least from the ‘Naidu’s Corner’. Sameer said in a miffed tone. He just looked towards the direction Rehman pointed. Two dames were coming from there. He looked twice and then he turned towards Rehman and said, “Man, that’s Sanjana.”“Shit! Boss, it’s Sanjana. Oh Holy shit”

Sameer just smiled at him. His face blanched. The smile he tried to put across his face was faltered. He moved his arse and got up restless. Sameer understood Rehman trying to avoid an eye contact. His fluttering eyes were covered with shame.

Laughter flooded from Sameer seeing him in such a goofed up situation. He just threw the cigarette butt down and crunched under his shoes. Those girls were nearing them.

“I am sorry man. I made a blunder” his voice was confused and humiliated.

Sameer smiled at him, patted on his shoulders and said, “No issues buddy. It is just that you didn’t realize my sister is coming along with her friend. You can definitely check on her friend.”

“No man. Today’s quota is over. Don’t embarrass me more. Let’s leave” he had already headed towards the car. Sameer followed him, with a smile on his face.

Tea At Cafe Coffee Day...

He sat there with her. Mayank was a bit nervous. It is his first date ever. He read out the board in front of the brand name, ‘A lot things can happen over a coffee’. Coming to this coffee shop was a fantasy earlier and here he can see it turn real. He had often dreamt of getting her over here for a coffee. Whenever he used to pass the café he had peeped in through the glass walls of the shop. And when he started getting close to her, he had decided that this coffee shop will be the place for their first date.

Entering the shop holding her hands was a new experience for him. The air cooler breeze fell on his skin. He looked the whole area. There was a couple coochy-cooing on the corner table, a group of five guys sipping coffee discussing cricket, a group of two girls and guys lavishing over their orders in the sofa set and even an elderly couple sitting very calm and holding each others hands.

He led her upstairs. It was totally a new world. He felt he came into another world. The aroma that was lingering through out was amazing. The ambience was very modern and the music that played was western. Though everything was new to him, he was enjoying it. The waiters guided them onto a table meant for two. He was impressed. ‘They do take care of customers intentions too.’

He pulled out one of the chair for her. He has read somewhere that it’s the way how a gentleman behaves when he is accompanying a lady. He wanted to emulate those English traditions. He was mesmerised with her talks. Her smile rejuvenated him from all his worries.

“Good evening, what would be your order, Sir?” The waiter asked.

“One tea and a hot coffee”, he blurted without looking the waiter. The waiter looked at him puzzled. Sensing something wrong he stared back at the waiter. He wanted to ask him, “Did I order something in German?” He couldn’t make up what was wrong.

“Sir, we don’t serve tea. You can have a look in this menu card and order something else”, the waiter placed the menu card on the table in front of him. ‘What, you don’t serve tea over here?’ He looked sheepish. While opening the menu card his glance went to her. Was she trying to hide a laugh? He camouflaged the situation saying, “its a stupid decision of theirs not to serve tea over here. They are loosing a huge chunk of business”. This time he didn’t even dare to look at her face.

He opened the menu only to realise that some more difficulties are on his way. There were lots of names on the menu. Tensed, he asked for a hot coffee instead of tea. This time the waiter sounded impatient.

“Sir, which hot coffee you prefer. Please select it from the menu card.” This time he felt the waiter was arrogant. His ignorance is highlighted. Heartbeats drummed with a great pace. Now who the hell found various tastes for hot coffees? This is the wrong place to come on a first date, he thought. He checked the menu card in detail. Expresso’s, cappaccino’s, mocchachillo’s irish coffees, and many more. Hell he know there were so many varieties. He never knew coffees got so many varities.


“Just excuse us for a minute more”, Anita intervened. He thanked God. Anita is a real angel for the moment. Giving him a stare the waiter moved on to the next table. She took the menu card from him. The whole world seemed to be stopped in front of him. Sweat drops found its way out of him. He worried what she will think about his ignorance. Will she find him not modern, not enough to know the show buzz things of the modern life? Will she find him not competent enough to carry himself off in such public places?

The air conditioner was doing its duty. But he sat there sweating. She sipped the coffee and smiled at him. His face blanched at her smile, and then is when she said, “You are so cute”. He felt like rains all over the place. Chilled and drenching. The whole world seemed to sing song for them.

But still he thought, why the hell so many varieties of coffees?

Accord - Treat Someone Special...

Once, to be precise in 2008, a man called Vinu scribbled words on net. He started blogging when he was separated from his friends after his graduation. Getting into professional lives made them spend time like money. He hated the new comer named Solitude. He always loved stories. Reading them and hearing them. He often scribbled those here and there, which were appreciated by some or the other who saw them.


Blogger came as a platform in front of him to showcase his write ups. He started writing, reading and living on blogger. He met many like minded people. He met many whose creations he read in awe. He met many facets of blogging. Time went by. Few posts got published. Comments came in; so did appreciations. He wondered whether those were in real to be relished. But he enjoyed people appreciating what he wrote, what he wanted to convey. He felt good when people’s frequency matched with him.


In his journey, he read many, he saw many; stories which silently delved into others lives, poems which melted his aorta, articles which made him think profoundly, write ups which made him love humanity, pieces which made him laugh, tags which were personal; awards which were encouraging; he started living in blogville happily.


One fine day, after a trip back from his native place, he noticed he had been in receipt of two awards. Two awards from his friends in this blog-o-sphere, whom he never had met, nor had interacted much other than through ‘comments’. He felt it was too kind of them to nominate something like that. He was sure there were many who deserved them better than him. He learnt from other posts that the awards given were supposed to be posted in his blog, and it should be passed on to other blogs which makes him stay in blogville. Though late, he decided to publish them. He published,
Keshi, this award makes me feel happy. But the companionship we had developed is more euphoric than anything. Your visits and comments are always encouraging. Thank You, for what you are, for what you write, making me realise what I write and many times guiding me what I should be.
Diana, Its only few days we are frequenting each others blogs and living through those creations. Time is never a criterion to develop a bond, I know. Thanks for the recognition. You had entitled a bigger responsibility by this, to be creative and live up to the expectations. Thank You mate!


The difficult part was to nominate. He thought and thought. Lots of names and blog titles flashed across his mind. Some encouraged him from the beginning, some carved an impression with their creations, some tickled his laughing nerves and some helped him to teach various aspects of life and to solve all conundrums and intricacies of living. More too all these, he found himself at odd to nominate awards to those who were a tank of talents.


Perplexed to the core, he decided not to nominate anyone, but vowed to be with them forever. A diplomatic decision, others might colour it that way. But no one will understand his plight. To name few out from a herd. He believed he was not that qualified. So, he decided, sometime later he can go for that. Till then he decided to remain happy, to grow and live with them! With all his fellow bloggers!

Childhood Wife...

Vidya, she is looking prettier, he thought. Her curly black hair was waving in the light breeze that passed by her. She was smiling with those lovely dimples on her pink coloured cheeks. Sporting a ‘Police’ sunglass covering up her eyes, she stood there in front of him. The silky skirt had zebra designs on them.


Its after so many years he is meeting her, to be precise, after eight years, on her wedding day in one of those plush 4-star hotel. She had married Gautam, her boyfriend from her college. He never felt bad for that incident, but somewhere deep down his heart; he had once nourished a soft corner for her.


The very same Vidya stood in front of him and he couldn’t believe his eyes. When deputed for a major project on global warming here in Tokyo, he thought this would be the last place he could find some long lost friend on the busy streets. Before quipping a ‘hi’ he noticed a kid tugging at her jeans. He stared at him in surprise. “This is my son Abhinav!” she said sensing his surprise.


They used to play husband and wife. That was around twenty years back. Vidya did all those kitchen chores in their act. She used to boil water for him to take bath, when he returned from office she made omelettes using their plastic pan, he helped her in cutting the onions, she washed their cloths, he ironed their dresses, she fed the pet animals, he sang songs to her, she cleaned the room and he the bathroom.


“What’s up with you these days?” Her eyes were bright; those were the most sought after eyes in those college days of theirs. The conversations went on and on, as if they were sure of not meeting in the future anymore. The coffee table was getting well populated with coffee cups. Talks flew over their college days, career days, her marriage, she raising her offspring, his professional stints in various cities of the world, her husband’s flourishing ‘curry powder’ business in this land of the unknown, his various bride-hunting saga’s, her driving classes, his new car, and her new apartment which is under construction and what not. It was when Gautam’s call came that they realized they had stepped into the last hours of the day’s dusk.


“I will have to leave now”, she said after disconnecting the call from her hubby dear. “Gautam does’t has the keys of our flat.” They exchanged their mobile numbers and address. The hotel where he stays is quite far from her place. After hugging each other and with his promise to visit them over the weekend they bid good bye. He looked at her while they were leaving. Abhinav was jumping and bouncing like a rubber ball and she was adeptly handling him. With a smirk he took his laptop bag and that was when he noticed the bunch of coffee cups and pizza plates on the table.


It was he who cleaned the table; twenty years back, when they were husband and wife. He couldn’t abort his laughter but just realized they were still on the game. He picked the coffee cups and looked for the trash bin.

Mend Able...

“Tera jaisa yaar kahaan
Kaha aise yaaraana
Yaad karegi duniya
Tera mera aphsaana”
{Where is a friend like you?
Where is such a friendship?
This world will remember
Your and mine virtual world of love}


Lyrics are so whetted at times. The evergreen Amithabh Bachchan is singing on screen in film Yaraana. I love these words, a song which epitome’s friendship. 26 years of life of his had shown me many such relationships in real. When I bought the DVD print of the 35 year old movie I had only one thing on mind. I always love to cherish friendships portrayed between the two protagonists of the movies like Yaraana and Sholay.


Through them I live in those college days of mine. I vividly remember Vignesh a.k.a Vigs and his friendship with Pavan, a.k.a Pavi. When both of them came to this city, they were like everyone else; Strangers. They both were naïve and shy those days, but yet very chummy. Vigs got so many friends in his lifetime, but none like Pavi. They never realised when such a casual college friendship turned into a soul connecting relationship. They never moulded it in that way, but were in their destiny.


Vignesh was a talkative person to the core. Be it any topic under the earth, he got an opinion. And hell he didn’t give a damn whether his opinions were worth a debate or not, he used to express it. Teasing others was his forte, but he never gave others any chance to get offended. His presence gave the liveliness in our group. He was keener on styles and tried to execute them. His low waist jeans and buffoon shoes were a hit in college. Pavan on the other hand was a bit reserved. He was very expressive but only when he felt there is a need to. Styles mattered to him but were very conservative. He was more emotional, experimental and quite intelligent. When befriended, he was one of the best entertainers we all had in our group.


Vigs and pavi, they were always together. Both had their own friends initially. Slowly, as days passed all their friends became common. They went for movies, roamed around on the same bike. They paid each others hotel bills many a times, shopped together and studied together. Canteen, Reading Hall, Classes, College Veranda’s, Tea Shop Corner, everywhere they used to be together. They watched porn movies together and eyed at college beauties together. I remember the way Vigs and Pavi used to tease each other mentioning their crush from their college. Bunking classes were a normal routine for them. Others in the college defined them joyful, helpful and inseparable. The booze sessions with them in the group were the best I ever had. Vigz and Pavi both used to take the same brand-Bacardi’s, Romonov’s, and Cannon 10000’s and what not. They both preferred to take their first two pegs a 90 ml neat one; preferred Chicken lollypop for biting more than anything and even tried fag together. All those spicy, sex talks transpired after that was memorable.




Those were the days. Today I realise it’s not the same as before. The distance, once they didn’t let come in between, was there looking at them dreadfully. Their lives had separated them more than the physical distance. Last days of theirs were not pleasing. They never let the world know about the heat that burnt their relationship. Whatever it is, I was sure their relationship had grown more to that. Alas! I wish it was like that.


Few months back I met Vigs when he had come here for a business meeting. We talked a lot. The three years of professional life had brought lots of changes in him. He is much more matured than he used to pretend in his earlier days. He was still a chatterbox, but very articulate. When I asked about what stirred his relation with Pavi he initially chose to remain mute. He put me out of their misery by stating that somewhere, something went wrong. His mind, even now, boggles whom to blame. He is a martyr to the bleeding of emotions, still oozing from his conscience, even after so many days. A little effort would have made things on the other side, I felt. A more matured act should have assured him a great gift forever. His eyes got wet in agreement with my thoughts. He had only two pegs of drinks, maybe he never enjoy the drinks anymore as much as he used to enjoy them with Pavi.


Last day when I received a mail from Pavi, I could sense the vacuum of a good friend in his life. Maybe, Vigs and Pavi need each other as much as they were before. Is not the relation mend able?


I played the song once again.

“Tera jaisa yaar kahaan
Kaha aise yaaraana
Yaad karegi duniya
Tera mera aphsaana”

I switched of the player and television. Got up from my comfy couch and headed towards the bed room. It’s high time to catch some sleep and give the flustered mind, a rest. Before crawling into the winter blanket I took the Ipod. Inserting the headphones, I had only one song in mind to play and there in front my eyes were Vigz and Pavi, four years younger.

You Ass H@le

“Hello”, he picked up the mobile and whispered lazily. His eyes were finding it hard to open wide. He haven’t had received the call and the mobile was still ringing. He tried hard this time and succeeded to open his eyes open half.


+12158822798


The number seems to be very familiar. One hard try and his eyes were wide open. The screen of his mobile read ‘Sam’. ‘Oh My God, they are having a party”, he got up from the bed. By the time he was about to receive the call, it got disconnected. He sat on the bed lazily staring at the mobile. It was 9 am showing on his clock. ‘So probably it will be around 8 pm over there’, he thought. Sam, Bouncer, Nischu and Iyer were to have a bash over this weekend at Las Vegas. He was expecting a call from US of A, anytime. Ah! Las Vegas, City of Beach, Booze, Babes and yeah, Gambling!!


“You are an Ass hole!! Mother #ucker!! Di@k Head!! Pi#p!! Pe@is Su@ker!!” Shout came out from the other end. ‘Holy Shit! What was that?’ He checked the number again. Yeah it read Sam only. “Hello Sam, How are you and what was all that?”


“You are an Ass hole!! Dog @ucker!! Di@k Head!! Pi#p!! Pu@*y Eater!! We are missing you a lots. Wish you are here.” Sam was screaming. He could easily make out Sam’s tongue slipping in between those swears. A smile bloomed over his face. “So enjoying out there”, he asked. “Yeah doggy, we are totally enjoying out here. We are already done with two bottles of ‘Teachers’. Bouncer and Iyer had gone to fetch two more from the nearby subway. And let me tell this gives you kick like an ass. Oh No! Like a horse. He could hear Sam having a belly laugh. He had never heard him so.


“Dude, don’t mind about all these things. Sam is already on his highest kick with lots of liquor and fun.” That was Nischay on phone. “Yeah man, I very well understand and enjoy too. Rather I was expecting such a call from you all when you guys will be sitting over there on the weekend with the company of some exotic liquor”, he quipped. He could hear Nischay chuckling. “Whatever it is Vinz, you should have been here. We would have more fun then. We miss your presence man! Atleast when we booze!” He could imagine a grin over Nischay’s face after that.


Ten minutes. With a promise of calling back once bouncer and iyer is back with the ‘stock’ Nischay hanged up the call. He could hear Sam singing and wishing him good byes. He was missing badly them, their company and the booze sessions with them. Never knowing when all those golden days will be back and expecting their call to come again, he entered the bathroom for a shower.


“Cheers!!!” He could hear them toasting their drinks.
“Cheers”, he said with a smirk.

The Unknown Girl

I was told she had been informed on the same day.


His mobile was with Govind, my cousin who was there in the hospital. Later Govind told me she used to give miss calls during those hours unaware of the situation. When everything was over and the frequency of her miss calls increased, Govind decided to convey the most difficult thing. The very moment her call came in, Govind picked up the call. She just asked for my brother. “He met with an accident on his way back from office to home. It’s disturbing and sad news”, Govind spit the truth.

He couldn’t hear anything from the other end. It was only a beep sound. She had disconnected the call. Govind didn’t know what to do. Govind was little relieved, even though in despair. At least he let her know about the tragedy, with lots of guts.

But he was wrong. The mobile got miss calls now and then. And that was from the very same number. No body had the courage to pick up the call. Even me!

Later in the night I just surfed through the mobile. I was just curious to know about his contacts. Among them saw her name. Her name featured in all his lists: missed, received and dialled lists. He never had mentioned about her to me. Slowly, there in deep of my minds, a frame was getting shaped of this unknown girl.

Who is she? I wondered, an old friend of my brother?

Maybe!

One thing is sure. She will be having a good relationship with him. Or else why would she give continuous missed calls even though she is aware of the brutal fact that had dawned into all of us. She might be his school mate. I doubt. He was very shy. He never was free while talking to his school friends who were girls. That is what I remember. Neither did he converse much with cousin sisters too. He was very reserved. And if it is from his class I should know her. There is only a little chance for this option.

She might be his colleague. There are chances. I don’t know any one of them. And the banking firm he got into is one of the leading firms in India. They got lots of fresh faces too. Someone from his office; I found this one to be most logical. But again its only four months he is into the firm. How can he develop such a deep relation with her in such a short span of time? Or actually he had?

My thoughts were diversifying. I was getting no clue.

Who is she? Was she just a friend? Or was she a girl friend of his? Someone he used to date with. Or someone, whom, one fine day he will show to me and say, “brother, this is the one.” Or some relation more than all these, which is beyond my understandings? Who knows?

The least thing I can do is to pray for her, to realise the fact that she too is bereaved.She once knew my brother, cared for him and loved him. That is what matters.

Let she find her peace, somehow!

Circus.....

“Lets go for circus.” when he said that she couldn’t believe. She sat like that only. Didn’t raise her head nor did react. She knew he was trying to cheer her up. It’s almost two weeks that she expressed her desire to watch the circus. He not only discarded the plea but got irritated blaming it to be a silly thing to do.


“Circus is meant for kids” he first said. He never was ready to come out of his prejudistic notions.

She could very well remember that day. It was really very hectic day for her and in the evening when he came she told him about her friends had been visited the new circus in town. She was ten when she went to see the circus for the first time. That day she really was in heaven seeing all horses, elephants and monkeys doing various tricks and playing games. When she saw dogs playing soccer inside the ring she couldn’t help anything but to keep her eyes wide open. The intermittent entry by the jokers made her laugh like anything. All she told to him. He was listening to her. She thought this is a chance


“Shall we go this weekend?” she waited for his reply. He didn’t say anything. He was looking at the traffic on road and thinking something. Normally he don’t like keeping on asking something. That she knows very well. But since she was very much excited about the circus she dared to ask again.


“I asked something. Can we?” He looked at her. “It’s for kids. And not only that I don’t have time too.” He turned his face towards the street back. “But….” She didn’t complete. He gave a stare that stopped her tongue from throwing anymore comments. She knows he is getting irritated. She had hoped for this kind of behavior only. She is also like that. Keeps on asking him every time.


It’s almost a week back. Now she can’t believe actually he had asked her whether to go for the circus. She had cleared the wish that day itself when he answered back with a cold stare.


“Are you serious?” She asked with a tincture of disbelief. He was standing in aloof. Yesterday they had a big argument followed by a fight on phone. She knew he will do something to make up with her. She expected a hot cup of coffee in the coffee shop or just fried Jilebi from the road side stall. He knew her tastes. Bu this question was totally unexpected. “Are you?” She repeated. He didn’t look at her. He never does when he does things like this. It seems he never want to show he cares for her. He kick started the bike and looked at her with a covering smile. She couldn’t stop her laughter. She sat on the bike. “Let’s go.”


She was still laughing. And that’s what he wanted also.

Sreeju...

I had stopped blogging once i had to prioritize certain things. Now Am coming back to blogging. Everyone ho read my logs, commented on them, apreciated through mails-a heartfelt sorry to discontinue them.Hope i can continue this blogging a lot more fresh this time.And my dear blog friends,hope to enjoy your blogs..


So te first blog of this year,I am going t start with a birthday greetings.I am dedicating this write-up to my dear friend SREEJU.


One person who befriended with me so fast. If am right I met got introduced to her when I was in third year celebrating traditional day in DY. She was one year junior to me. What first caught my attention is that she spoke Malayalam so fluently and with the proper Native accent to me that I couldn’t believe she was brought up in Pune. All my other mallu friends who are brought up in Pune used to stammer when spoke in Malayalam.


Second thing I want to write is her 'bindas' attitude. We were 'reading hall' mates during our study leaves. Apart from other girls whom I know, she never used to crib on study matters. She never used to take extra tensions for results, but always tried her best during those eleventh hour studies..Girl..Way to go! I think she will never forget those days. And am happy she is now having a good time with her Job. Those canteen chats and corridor talks with her in the group were something I wish would repeat again and again.


Another quality of hers I wish to share is her hospitality and grace. I was a regular at her place and she and her mom every time treated us with mouth watering chicken dishes and all. And those ‘samosas’ and ‘vadapavs’ we used to have from the shop near to her place were yummy but only less to her charm.


Another quality is her smiling face. I think I haven’t met a person who always mix with any kind of people and always keeps on chortling in the group. She is so enthu that I really enjoyed organizing events like Sangamam with Her. She is a true sport friend. And the care she gives. If I want to lean on some1 for help am sure who should it be.


Anyways not writing anything more since its becoming like an essay. Am really happy to be her friend and really cherishes her friendship. Wishing her all happiness in this world and hope she realizes her dreams-even the minutest to the mightiest- in coming days. Happy Birthday Sreeju!!!

Broken...

Sunday. Friendship Day. He stared at his gadget. Ten messages. He went through all of them. All witty, wacky, motivational, emotional, friendship day wishing messages. He checked all the senders. Some close friends, some distant friends. Some from whom he never expected to get message from. Some from those who never used to message him. He felt happy. But meanwhile he searched for something. That particular name. A name that symbolized a broken friendship. No it was not there. He felt bad. He felt angry. He felt pity for himself. HE replied to all other messages. Wished some more. But didn’t message that ‘particular one’ Why would he? She hasn’t!

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She checked her mobile. Her inbox, full of messages. A glee rolled out her lips. Went through all of them in a jiffy only to find the exception of one sender. She sat idle. After a brief thought she replied everyone, but not him. Why should I message? It’s a closed chapter. Why should I initiate it. Nobody understood me. Nobody understands me. Then why a track back? Now no more pretensions. She kept the mobile aside.

Smiley...

Beep. Beep..

I took the mobile. A smile flowered on my face. Whenever I see her name on my mobile I smile. Went to the inbox where it read, “Happy friendship day, if you were to dedicate me one song which one you would have been.” Found very funny. Kept my phone aside. Stupid silly girl! Continued with my reading.

But couldn’t concentrate anymore in that book. She was smiling at me and asking “which song?” I picked up the phone and replied back. Within seconds got a bunch of smilies. Nice she would have felt. And now I am feeling very nice. Long live friendship!!

Mall...........

When i was a student.................................................................
..........................FLASHBACK..........................................................
We were running here and there in pretty awe. Attires ranging from kids to youth to elder ones. Casuals-formals, cotton-woolen, sweaters-jackets, shoes-caps, the whole mall was filled with posh attires.

We were there for the first time after it’s inauguration last month. It self-advertised to be the biggest mall in the city. True to its advertisement. Ground floor was full of women’s wear, all types of accessories, perfumes, glares, belts, watches, ornaments, bracelets. Everything arranged and decorated in an appealing way. Second floor treated us with gents formal section and traditional attires. Third floor was overflowing with all branded casual wears, large collection of shoes and all.

We spend almost two hours surfing through all aisles and corners of that mall. We all were happy and were exiting through the main gate, when we noted the security. They were staring at us in an atrocious way. We looked each other. We couldn’t figure it out why? When we collected our bags, which we had kept before entering, it seemed they were asking, “Came for sightseeing”. That time our empty wallets were chuckling
from the pockets. Poor we !!

Choice...

He was more than a friend to her. She confided to him more than anyone else. He have been a help for her in taming many situations. She believed him more than anyone else. She loved him like an elder brother. She was possessive about him.

She loved her parents. She adored her parents. She respected her parents for being so kind, affectionate and forgiving towards her. Her parents always did and planned good for her.But, her parents never appreciated her relationship with him.
They warned her either him or family. Choose now.

What else she can choose?

A Page : StUdY LeAvE

Ten minutes past eight.

‘Everyone is studying or what?’ Looked here and there. Sam seemed to be very keen in finishing the topic scheduled for the day. He is like that. Makes a lot’s of plans. He carries chits with him, which will be scribed with time limits with which each portions should be completed. God knows whether he is able to do that. Might not be able to. I can't. And never had. But that doesn't mean he can't. The only thing one needs to execute a plan is commitment. Or is it dedication? I think it's both. He might have both. He’s not even looking up. Great going chap. Good for me. He can definitely clear my doubts once he finishes his topics. But I should have doubts. And for that I should read something, should know what is there in the subject.

‘System simulation’. What a dry chapter. Why should I study a subject like this? And this Geoffrey Gordon is an ass*$*#. Postulates anything without sound explanation and expects all his readers to be Albert Einstein’s. Gosh! I can’t believe Sam reading this book with his eyes full open. He is really great. Or a stupid? Don’t know. Anyways will take a break and come.

Got from my seat. Went to the corridor. Already Himan and kanchu were having nice chat on the corridor. Smiled at them and went to have a glass of water. While taking water peeped through the sides of the water tank cum filter towards those love birds and mused what they might be whispering to each other at this helm of practical exam’s. Maybe he will be clearing her doubts. Then why in this corner. Phew! Such a fool I am. What can a couple in love talk standing in a corner? Should ask Seema, I guess. Had I talked like this to her? Nae! At least not in this manner. The water is very cold. While gulping I wished it were a jar of Cannon 10,000. Nice it would have been.

‘Bhoom’, it sounded as if some planet fell on my back. With pain I swirled around to check out the origin. Bloody fuc#$@. It was Guru. Felt like kicking his ass and pulling out his turban. But ‘decency of a senior’ hooked me. Smiled at him. Passed few pleasantries. While we both were talking and passing that love couple my eyes went on them. “Yaar, mazzha le rahe ho donom”, Guru’s banter echoed in my ears which brought an ugly glee on my face.

Neither of us felt like entering reading hall again, but had to. What a silence it was. And a fetid air. Occupied my seat and looked around. Some third year junior was asking doubt to Sam. I smiled. The same Guy had come to me to ask doubt few days back. I really didn’t want him to feel me as hopeless. So forwarded him to Sam saying he is the best. And poor Sam. Now he has to clear all of that guy’s doubts.

“Abey gaandu padna.” Anand it was. Blob. I was going to swear back, but his wide-open smile comforted me. After-all he sweared with a good intention. I should study now. Opened the book and found a note. ’Don’t do time pass’. I only had written it. Thought it will help me from not getting distracted myself from studies. Looked at my watch. My goodness, its quarter to nine. Somebody had said it true-as we postpone, life speeds by.

Two pages. That’s it. Raised my face from the book. Facing me on the next table is Durgesh. When did he come? Didn’t even come to know. Maybe I was that involved in studying. Huh! Cant believe. “Kab aaya”, my dialogue didn’t reach him. He was going through the index. His viva was two days back. And till now took a break, it seams. Now he is with his next subject, or the next war. Ah! What an analogy I derived. I am happy.

“Kab aaya”, repeated the question. This time a little louder. The guy next to Khamba looked at me annoyed. Sorry man, sorry. I didn’t intend to disturb you. ”Abhi aaya”, he was not even looking at me. Hmm. Seems he is very serious today.

“Tera prac kaisa tha”, I went on.

“Teri jaath ka tanna, padna baithke”. He thundered. I watched him. He put his fingers into his nose exploring something, which I never could trace out what exactly was. He never minds if people are watching that. Everyone used to beef to him regarding the uneasiness with that act, but still he does that. Intentionally or unintentionally.

Durgesh is like that. Now he will be analyzing the syllabus and like Sam making plans how to tackle the subject within the given time. Unlike Sam he does that work in mind only. I decided to keep quiet. That will be good for me. Somebody was making noise discussing in the reading hall. And the security was doing his patrols. I once again dived into the vast syllabus.

Hardly five minutes. Sakti came running. His eyes were searching for me and seeing me came running.”Paanch ticket mila, dus ka show he, aa raha he kya?”

“Kuan kuan hey?”

Main, pavya, nilay, tu …

Who is the fifth guy? We will see. Without a double thought I closed my book. God knows which movie it is and in which hall. It will be ‘Vishal’ only. Sakti asked Anand also. He is little doubtful. Seems he haven’t studied from morning. Will ask Durgesh or Sam. No they wont come. They are too studious to do that. Then who? I looked the whole reading room. There was Mitesh. No. Not him. He will start Power Electronics fundea’s over there also.

Akshat is fiddling with his mobile. I will ask him. ”Dude, coming for a movie.”

“Which one?”

Oh, that even I don’t know. Where is Sakti? I turned around and saw him talking to Nagendra. Is he convincing him?

“Kaun sa movie he bey”, I shouted.

The whole reading hall echoed it. ”Shut up you fuc@$*”, it was Sibu. It had to be him only. No other person will dare to swear like that in reading hall other than me. I raised my hands, apologizing. People are laughing. Sibu is peeping through the gap of his lens, too proud of his achievement. “Saala, padne nahi dega kya?” While I looked at him he smiled and pretended to be very serious with studies. His talks are always filled with swears. I asked him through gestures. Not a single second passed. No is the answer. Showing his empty wallet he continued his studies.

“If its Kal ho na ho, am not coming buddy”, Akshat said.

God, this guy is also too studious. But he finds time for all these. What happened this time? I turned and started walking towards the door.

“Saif is good in that. I saw the matinee show”.

I knew. I knew Akshat could find time for all these. Anyways I will ask Sam. It is not right to disturb and tempt people who are doing their studies. But what I can do? Am like this. A three-hour movie won’t take his distinction away from him. ”I still got to complete this much portion, man”, showing the bundle of Xerox pages. Thank God. I had completed it in the daytime. Madhu had come in the morning to collect those Xerox from Bhakti. I don’t know from where she got that. But she got all the Xeroxes.

I couldn’t wait anymore. Saying bye to Sam I just looked at Durgesh. WHY? Why did I look at him? That look he gave is torturous. ‘You won’t change.’ It was clearly written in his eyes. I tried to hide from his stare. Came out and took the bike and were ready to start, there came Sam running.

“Kuch andar nahi ja raha he yaar, feeling very creepy.”

We laughed. No one said anything. We raced our bikes. The stare of Durgesh. It’s following me I guess. I should be studying this time. After two weeks it’s exam. Never I study during the whole semester and this is the time I should do that. Still going for a movie! But what to do? From morning I am in college only. Nearly 12 hours of study. There is a saturation level. I can’t study anymore. From eight am doing time pass after my dinner. Now nothing is going to be understood how much hard I try. So why not a movie, a break, a boost for my tiredness?

Fifteen minutes it took for us to reach there. Paid the parking bill and reached near the door of the movie hall. Surprise. Mechanical group lead by Poka is already here. Aseeja and group is also here. Oh! what a relief. Entered the movie hall. Three hours of total enjoyment. Wacky wits from Saif really helped the movie.

Came back to reading hall. Its quarter past one. Few people are there still studying. We all sat for studies. Sam’s and Praveen’s eyes were already drooping. They packed their bags and left in a jiffy.

Not feeling sleepy. Started reading once again. Felt like having a cup of tea. But the canteen might have shut at twelve. Anyways I will study.

“Time to close”. A pat on my back came by. Tushar was ready with his bag. Checked the time. It’s two. Almost daily we are the ones to leave the hall last. The only difference is that he studies the whole day and me takes break often. I just ran through what I completed today. Not to the best but definitely not bad. Closed my books, packed my haversack and wore my slippers. Byes to everyone, within five minutes I started off.

Parked my vehicle and opened the door. Sisters had left many lights on. Locked the gate and door. Had a glass of cold milk and brushed teeth. Not feeling that sleepy. I will study for some more time. No, too much of anything is injurious to health, both mentally and physically. Switched on some soothing music. And then without a wait jumped into the bed. The movie was good enough. Worth a watch. And that one hour study was too good. Didn’t know System simulation is so interesting. Now will have a sleep. Have to get up tomorrow and go to college early and study.

Who knows what plans are to be made in the evening?