1^st week:

Ahem… I wonder what I missed the most in the last 24 hours as I spent them on the second floor of C-14, Vijay Nagar.

My parents dropped me off at the new place, where I had almost struggled to get in, late in the evening by which I was already beginning to feel hungry. Knock on the last door of the alley was answered by the female whom I had seen around a week ago. Naturally I had the expression of “Hey remember me?! I hope you were expecting me by now!” whereas she bore the ghastly expression, “You again! Thought that you were just kidding when you said that you wanted to move into this three seater room with us”

And so from that very moment when I stepped inside the room I could feel the resentment which the other two occupants felt unabashedly. “Cold Stares”… that particular time in my life I literally knew what it really felt like. It’s VERY cold. In order to avoid feeling like a focus of all the glare I began to bring in my stuff which was hardly anything given I had not brought the winter clothing. I tried making few polite conversations with the two but... obviously in vain.

I had an iron cot with a wooden plank to make the hard and strong surface for the bed roll with a chair, a Godrej almirah, a decently sized table which was literally littered with the monster duo’s stuff. Besides that the worlds weakest wooden shelf for. So now you know what I call them when they are not around. The extremely pretty and fair female, the White Monster and the very tall and dark but a striking beauty in her own way from South India, the Dark Monster. Later in the story you would learn that actually it’s the White Monster who is actually evil or so I imagine.

So like in flat 10 mins I’m done with arranging my bed roll (you can easily get one for Rs.280 on Camp Road), “mismatched” bed linen and pillow clothes, bucket, toiletries, footwear, some tid bits which come under cosmetics, some books etc. I still wonder how quickly I was done with that chore which otherwise should have taken me full 3 days which is quite natural at home. But here I knew I did not have anything else to do unless I fancied either to gawk at the monster duo or simply run out of the room that very moment. Not that it was the first time when I was clearing someone else’s dirt but it was definitely the first time when there was no “thank you” coming my way. Guess what, to wipe my table clean I actually had to borrow the monster duo’s duster, which the White Monster lent with utmost reluctance fearing I might never return her that stinking piece of seedy cloth.            

Good Heavens! last two days had been extremely heady. again to do with a new guy. its just that he is way to good to be true. well not that i have anything against him really but i am sure it would not be too long for to figure him out. in fact i actually have a vague idea about him. he is got more than average looks, good education (the most happening course MBA from a happening college) and an excellent commnd over English which actually swept me off my feet! so all in one makes me hard to believe that he doesnt have girls swooning over him [ugh] and he has these zara-hatke ways of interacting which naturally gets him rewards...

so like for the past two days i had been totally under his spell. can uyou believe i actually could not sleep because i was too happy and excited because he made this dark romantic wall paper for me and calls it jetaime.jpg which is nothing but "I Love You" in French [duh]

but ultimately his spell wore off and i was feeling at ease with myself... such are the drearies of my love life!!

one fine day...

And I did meet the guy I had always dreamt of. Our story began on the eve of Valentine’s Day of the year 2007. Everything about him was just so perfect. He was so well spoken and well read. The conversations with him were always packed with his awesome sense of humour and always a dash of sarcasm. There were plenty of times when he got really flirtatious. He mastered the art of flirting. But then of course it could not have happened with equal contribution from my side as well. But this piece of writing is all about him. So I shall restrain from talking about myself. For about more than a year we continued talking. Talking on g-talk, a chat service provided by Google. We got so very involved with each other. I made it very sure that I should leave no stone unturned in his case. Plus he was my best bet to get over my last unfulfilled experience with a patronizing bastard. This perfect guy came in my life bringing all that I could have wished for. His happy-go-lucky nature was so endearing. Sometimes our conversations bordered on being quite erotic. There is a thin line which divides erotica and cheapness. He never crossed that line. He showed a great deal of empathy and understanding too when I was out of my sorts. He never acted dumb. He never asked me silly questions like, “why what happened?” He knew it quite well that there can be millions of reasons why I could or rather any individual be upset. And he never tried to preach. I hate to be preached.           

My "EXCEPTIONAL" FRIEND

I have this exceptional friend of mine who is exceptional in most of the prescribed fields. Yes… yes, you are right. I am indeed going to write today about this person after the long break that I took from blogging though are no special reasons why I should be choosing this person as a tool of revival. And, yes all that I am going to tell you is a firsthand flow of words. No double thinking and no editing… well-almost. Reading along should make you feel that you would get to know just the same way had it been you hearing me.

This was, I believe enough of introduction and let me carry on with what I began with about my exceptional friend. Everyday we together spend more than 3 hrs together in the public bus only to name one. Of course, we travel during all those hours and nothing more (for all you pervert minded) and nothing less (for all you dumb-witted). And, those long hours are being judiciously utilized to argue, to gossip, to debate, to eating, to sleeping (the best one though I am rarely allowed to submit myself to the slumber), to guffaw at fellow passengers etc. And, any one of us rarely listens to music which is the most popular and fashionable thing to do otherwise. You see none of us really gives a damn to an iPod!

So, one such afternoon when we had managed to find a roomy space for all of us to stand (getting a seat is like hitting a jackpot) I decided to be the listener for a change. I was not only listening to the speaker here but also to the two empty stomachs grumbling. But I ignored the latter and gave my full attention to the words uttered begging for my attention.

And, so HE began.
“Hey, you know what- Once in Hyderabad in the evening we had a power cut!”
And, I snapped feeling hungry all the more, “Big Deal! It happens every fortnight in here”
To this he gave me I-am-hungry-too look and carried on with a reinforced patience.
“Yeah, there is no Big Deal in that but I have hardly said anything. So, that one evening when there was no power… I had gone downstairs to play since there was really no homework to be done (he looked smugged and I looked dismayed). I must have been 5 Yr old-ish kid at that time.”
He knew it that I have begun to take interest.

“-and dinner time was NOT approaching. Well… I was just loitering around in the name of playing of which my mom certainly did not approve. I was evening-dreaming lost in my own world. Taking two steps in the forward direction and exactly half backwards and then again some uncountable number of steps in random direction. This process was done repeatedly- (definition of loitering for a 5 yr old kid I guess). And, like any other 5 yr old I did not like loitering at one level. Some elevation in the path made loitering even more fun. Climbing over stones, boulders, road blockers, or just anything raised from the holy ground level was one of the objectives of the process of loitering.”

By this time I knew that I am going to enter into one of his oldest memories. Probably the first one too by the glint of his eyes. The grumbling sounds of the empty-stomachs and the full-bus dissolved into nothingness.
“And, I was just lazily circling around. Then, something caught my attention and I ran to hop over it. With both my legs I jumped on it. In the distance my mom could even hear the thump sound.
Naturally, by this time I was more interested in knowing what he had jumped on than the lunch menu.
My eyes begged him to continue.
And so I hope yours too for my next blog.

Selecting a suitable seat in a new auditorium isn’t an easy task, as it seems to many people. Especially, if you have plenty of choices (not necessarily good) and you are not very sure exactly what you are going to witness on the stage. Whether you should give more priority to a seat which is in the closest proximity to either the most ventilated part (even for the “three bladed” one) of the auditorium or the most “happening platform”. And, then if you are in a group (which happens most of the times unless you are some strict loner) one has to make sure that none is left out though inevitably at least some unwelcome specie always gets stuck on to your group in the most fashionably irreversible manner and each time you wonder what is the secret adhesive. And, you see this as a golden opportunity to get rid of him/her.

However, “the neighbours” is again an important factor. You simply cannot afford an extra adhesive irritation (double jeopardy). And, God forbid if one has to sit through “periodical hammering to the spine” done by some insolent branded shoes and, that very moment you start envying the formerly unlucky people who had to be contented with the last row or just give that person a hard blow in the nose (provided that it isn’t the running nose). Or else, just pray that your polite plead would be taken seriously and finally at least one of the shoes unwillingly comes down to the ground (50% reduction in the suffering). Probably a second; an even more polite plead would help get down the second shoe too.

At last, you finally analyze the entire picture and after a quick speculation you let yourself drop onto a seat unaware that there are other things to be taken care of. The glow of pride is shinning so bright on your face (self congratulating for selecting the best possible seat in the shortest possible time while other group members are ignorant of your secret operation) that even the stage light seems feeble. But suddenly the fuse goes out in a fraction of second when you realise that the “best seat” is not just the “best seat” but also “the best and frailest seat”. In case you actually enjoy the thing that you had come for in the auditorium in the first place (you are so busy choosing the seat that you don’t even remember that there is a stage right in front of you) which can set in you in some reverberating motion and the chair gives away…

Moral of the story- Having choices is not always better than not having choices