In the downpour of spring by the bus stop I stood waiting, waiting for her to come, those were the one of the most anxious moments of my life .One bus came and the other left the stand, this chain of events continued till I had emptied umpteen coffees and lot more samosas, I saw her there she was walking in the distance towards the very stand I was waiting.
The nearer she came, the louder became my heart beats .I waited there taking her in my full view till she passed me with out noticing and stood beside to board a bus. If she was beautiful then what was gorgeous? She was pulling her hair in to a tight knot and drying it at the same time. All of the sudden she did what she always did with out a notice, she looked at me and smiled.Oh God! What was I to do smile back, say hello, ask her the question I always wanted to ask, the same thoughts ran in a cyclic order as they have done every day for 4 years before that day.
If there was an angel on earth, for me it could have been none other than her. Every move of her was so gracious and beautiful I wanted to stand there and admire .But the bus drivers do not have a romantic sense and it is during only these beautiful moments of my other wise boring life ,they arrive at correct time as if the existence of entire world depends on his running the bus on schedule.
So as my routine goes I would let her board the bus and then take the seat in her back row so that I can see her for another 2 hours till we reached our destination. This way it continued for 2 more years until my college finished. I hated my self, I hated the world, I hated the sky and what not, and I hated the bus driver who by now had learnt some romanticism.
Two and half years have passed by and four months back when I went to my college and stood under that bus shelter, I could see me in my juniors now doing what I was doing five years prior, suddenly I had this nostalgia creeping all over me and what ever ground I had gained in these two years seemed to be lost. I had this feeling if I could see her again I would ask her certainly. This was not a movie and that was not to be….
Then I saw the bus 7543 my greatest enemy till this day and boarded it to get home. When I got in to it and took my seat, I couldn’t believe what I really saw.Yeah I saw her, she was there, we struck a conversation for the rest of our journey she was remembering how I used to stare at her without speaking a word
Then I accompanied her to the house. I was getting desperate this was the perfect opportunity that I had been deprived of these many years ,then in her balcony when we were all to ourselves I asked her the question the one question I wanted an answer and I made up all my courage and asked her ..
“MELODY ITNA CHOCLATYYYY KYON HAIN “
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
Friday, November 3, 2006
I, Myself and Trivandrum
Yeah the title is some what copied but not the content. This has been quite long coming from my side. What Trivandrum has done to me no body will ever understand. Though I often first in saying that this place has no life, I had none so quiet before .In some ways it robbed me of other explorations I could have made ,if I weren’t here. True this place does not have enough to feed the interest of a city dweller but I was never one. True this place poses lots of problems but which place does not.
On the valentines day of 2005 I was made to fall in love with Trivandrum. I packed my bags and boarded Sabari express that headed to Trivandrum with an expectancy that would have easily eluded a to-be-father’s about the gender of his breed. The clerk at office had nailed me by getting me a sleeper class compartment I swear it was my first 32hours straight journey and was not aware of the problems the journey would pose.
Incident one:
The morning of 15 Feb. saw us enter the “God’s OWN COUNTRY”. Some of my other lucky colleagues had got a three tier A/C booking and I along with one other friend Vijay joined them for a breakfast hoping for the TC to arrive to get an extra fare ticket to TVM. The TC did arrive after an hour but to my astonishment asked to have a private conversation with me. There in the corridor we had an argument where the TC started accusing that we had intentionally stayed in the compartment and were cheating on the railway department. Being used to the attention and respect the organization name generates ,I showed him the company stamp on the ticket and explained him that we had come over for break –fast and the other people in the compartment were our colleagues. The next question hit me as hard as a gunshot ,the moron had never heard about the company name(or was I a moron).He then proceeded and asked me to tell the names of the 20 odd people traveling with me and prove that they were my colleagues, I could have done that but the problem was now I was “myself” and shot came the answer asking him whether he knew the names of people working in southern railways and if he cannot give me the names how could I believe he was an TC.The result was that it took 3000 rupees and a great deal of persuasion to keep him from hitting me or throwing me in to jail.
The fine left us high and dry and we entered Trivandrum with about 500 rupees in my bank account and an entire month before a positive hope of enriching my account.
It was about 7:30 in the evening when we reached our designated hotel and wondered whether if it was a bundh day we had come on, the shops has closed down their iron curtains and people had gone to sleep. It was not until five more days in the place we came down from our utopia to the normal world and it started to hurt bad ,and really bad. Finally by the end of the week we had gotten ourselves a room to stay.
We were sitting on bench in Hyderabad nibbling at our nails for two months till that period and the promise of some work seemed like a oasis in the desert I was in then. but it was not to happen, the pipeline in which projects were in for this place seemed to be quite a long one and we were to do the same thing as we did in Hyderabad if not more furiously this time. Those were days when the chime of six on clock for us was somehow like a death bell. A long walk towards kazhakuttam would follow. The road connecting office to room was a national highway devoid of any street light or is it a highway light and stories about robberies were always in air. Every day was an adventure and hunt for food was something like a hunt for Robinhood.With absolutely nothing to do at office and home life was becoming a virtual hell adding to these vows were policemen who would often get down to have a lecture about Kerala’s culture and how we were spoiling it.
We were forbidden warriors fighting a losing battle and in a desperate condition and this made us the group of 10 people a close knit unit. We started going around Trivandrum quite frequently .It was during one of these tours we landed in a place called Padmanabhapuram Palace
To be continued ……….
On the valentines day of 2005 I was made to fall in love with Trivandrum. I packed my bags and boarded Sabari express that headed to Trivandrum with an expectancy that would have easily eluded a to-be-father’s about the gender of his breed. The clerk at office had nailed me by getting me a sleeper class compartment I swear it was my first 32hours straight journey and was not aware of the problems the journey would pose.
Incident one:
The morning of 15 Feb. saw us enter the “God’s OWN COUNTRY”. Some of my other lucky colleagues had got a three tier A/C booking and I along with one other friend Vijay joined them for a breakfast hoping for the TC to arrive to get an extra fare ticket to TVM. The TC did arrive after an hour but to my astonishment asked to have a private conversation with me. There in the corridor we had an argument where the TC started accusing that we had intentionally stayed in the compartment and were cheating on the railway department. Being used to the attention and respect the organization name generates ,I showed him the company stamp on the ticket and explained him that we had come over for break –fast and the other people in the compartment were our colleagues. The next question hit me as hard as a gunshot ,the moron had never heard about the company name(or was I a moron).He then proceeded and asked me to tell the names of the 20 odd people traveling with me and prove that they were my colleagues, I could have done that but the problem was now I was “myself” and shot came the answer asking him whether he knew the names of people working in southern railways and if he cannot give me the names how could I believe he was an TC.The result was that it took 3000 rupees and a great deal of persuasion to keep him from hitting me or throwing me in to jail.
The fine left us high and dry and we entered Trivandrum with about 500 rupees in my bank account and an entire month before a positive hope of enriching my account.
It was about 7:30 in the evening when we reached our designated hotel and wondered whether if it was a bundh day we had come on, the shops has closed down their iron curtains and people had gone to sleep. It was not until five more days in the place we came down from our utopia to the normal world and it started to hurt bad ,and really bad. Finally by the end of the week we had gotten ourselves a room to stay.
We were sitting on bench in Hyderabad nibbling at our nails for two months till that period and the promise of some work seemed like a oasis in the desert I was in then. but it was not to happen, the pipeline in which projects were in for this place seemed to be quite a long one and we were to do the same thing as we did in Hyderabad if not more furiously this time. Those were days when the chime of six on clock for us was somehow like a death bell. A long walk towards kazhakuttam would follow. The road connecting office to room was a national highway devoid of any street light or is it a highway light and stories about robberies were always in air. Every day was an adventure and hunt for food was something like a hunt for Robinhood.With absolutely nothing to do at office and home life was becoming a virtual hell adding to these vows were policemen who would often get down to have a lecture about Kerala’s culture and how we were spoiling it.
We were forbidden warriors fighting a losing battle and in a desperate condition and this made us the group of 10 people a close knit unit. We started going around Trivandrum quite frequently .It was during one of these tours we landed in a place called Padmanabhapuram Palace
To be continued ……….
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
Mera Dil kaa Traffic Phir Se Rukh Gayaa Maamu
When was the last time, my heart skipped a beat when I saw a girl. Well I do not remember I had far too many a crush. But when was it I felt that I wanted to see her face again and again be it night or day. I cannot recollect
My latest crush happened 2 months ago. I saw this girl, her name was Sarah Jane. For me present crush is always better than the past (not that I have any active relationships), this case was again no exception. She was as usual the most beautiful girl in this world and then I could not sleep for days. When ever she was around no other guy in the room could sit with me to watch TV. Wondering why they could not watch TV, because my Sarah is a V channel VJ and I watch her programs repetitively.
Past week I have filled my bedroom with what ever posters of her I found on the internet. I have always believed internet delivers to you and whenever it does, it does so in tons but what I got was only 4 different stills of her.
The girl I like: Sarah
The channel I like most: V Channel
The program I like: Who cares until she is on the screen.
Heard that V TV is conducting auditions to recruit new VJ’s got to test my luck .Plenty on my plate before I do that got to become a dude .Friends keep watching may be who knows I may co-anchor her in some V-channel program nay….I may co-star her in a Bollywood movie; common don’t they say think big, it may well be Hollywood movie .When that happens I do not have to go around racking my brain to name the movie .I have already worked out that.
“Sundar and Jane” (Does it ring a bell, if it does well I did not mean that)
As the lead character in some movie says ….”Mera Dil kaa Traffic Phir se rukh gayaa maamu …” (aur is baar ladki ka naam Sarah hain .Kya pata jab aap ee blog pad rahe ho ladki kaa naam kuch aur bhi ho saktaaa hain)
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
Random Musings
Yesterday night sowed a small thought in my mind
I was going through this book 'The rise and Fall of Third Reich' and watching the movie 'Saving Private Ryan ' at a single time.Finally i donno when i dozed off with the book still in my hands.
There was a quote from the author in the book saying 'If hitler's father was not legalized and his surname changed to hilter .Hitler would have been Schicklgruber and that according to author would have made life difficult for hilter
In another work by some one i read that Hitler's mother was planning to abort the boy and changed her decision at the final moment.
These things collated together i had a strange feeling knowing that such a small thought and decision in life of an individual could change the "FATE OF HUMANITY"
Looking back at things in my life i wonder how many people's life i would have changed in course of my 23 years journey on this planet.How many of other people have paved me a way knowingly or unknowingly.
The single thought in context of the book brought shivers in my spine.....
May be one good decision of ours in the course of our life is a death blow to others in the their course of life
this is where my mind fails to connect to the complex network we the dwellers of the planet are interweaved in
as an after thought may be the time i spent in writing this post has saved me from meeting a fatal accident/a girl who would have come in to my life if I had not sat and done this
Who knows ......Who knows indeed......
Confusing isn't it
I was going through this book 'The rise and Fall of Third Reich' and watching the movie 'Saving Private Ryan ' at a single time.Finally i donno when i dozed off with the book still in my hands.
There was a quote from the author in the book saying 'If hitler's father was not legalized and his surname changed to hilter .Hitler would have been Schicklgruber and that according to author would have made life difficult for hilter
In another work by some one i read that Hitler's mother was planning to abort the boy and changed her decision at the final moment.
These things collated together i had a strange feeling knowing that such a small thought and decision in life of an individual could change the "FATE OF HUMANITY"
Looking back at things in my life i wonder how many people's life i would have changed in course of my 23 years journey on this planet.How many of other people have paved me a way knowingly or unknowingly.
The single thought in context of the book brought shivers in my spine.....
May be one good decision of ours in the course of our life is a death blow to others in the their course of life
this is where my mind fails to connect to the complex network we the dwellers of the planet are interweaved in
as an after thought may be the time i spent in writing this post has saved me from meeting a fatal accident/a girl who would have come in to my life if I had not sat and done this
Who knows ......Who knows indeed......
Confusing isn't it
Saturday, October 7, 2006
I Think .......
day after day i sit here
I sit thinking about the days
days when u were there with me
I think about the day when i saw you first
like a fairy waking out of some dream
I think about the station bench
where we shared our little secrets
I think about the beautiful half moon
which had a glimpse of our first kiss
I think about the roller coaster ride
where i knew heaven in your arms
I think about heavenly music
all i remember is your voice
I think about immortality
all that comes to mind is our love
I think about a life
all that i remember is your company
It's been two years
I still remember the day i wrote the entrance for infy selections.I walked in ,unshaved in to the christ college campus ,i was astonished to find people round me trying to break that jinx ravi narula,sankuntale devi had created for them in the books they were carrying.
I still remember the tension in my friend's face when we realised that i forgot my photographs which were nithing but essential and how we manged to get them in time.
I still remember the one hour where people were just like zombies scribbling something seriously and in between racking their minds.After my exam i was confident i would clear it quite comfortably.
I still remember that evening when the sorrow of sachin getting out cheaply to zoysa overshaded the hapiness of my selection.
I still remember the day i walked in to that campus at bangalore which lead my life to two other cities Hyderabad and trivandrum the latter where i am still sitting writing this blog.....
It is unbeleivable for me still.The two years of job life was really rocking and to do what you love(travelling in my case) is really very good.
Infosys provided me that oppurtunity
I still remember the tension in my friend's face when we realised that i forgot my photographs which were nithing but essential and how we manged to get them in time.
I still remember the one hour where people were just like zombies scribbling something seriously and in between racking their minds.After my exam i was confident i would clear it quite comfortably.
I still remember that evening when the sorrow of sachin getting out cheaply to zoysa overshaded the hapiness of my selection.
I still remember the day i walked in to that campus at bangalore which lead my life to two other cities Hyderabad and trivandrum the latter where i am still sitting writing this blog.....
It is unbeleivable for me still.The two years of job life was really rocking and to do what you love(travelling in my case) is really very good.
Infosys provided me that oppurtunity
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