Monday, January 30, 2006

Kaisi hai yeh rut..

"Lets Go" Anjali shrieked from behind as Rahul vrroomed his Pulsar to top gear.

Rahul still remembered the first day he met Anjali. It was the first day of the college and one senior asked him to give a red rose to Anjali and propose to her. Shaking with fear Rahul did it and he must have been the only guy in the whole solar system to have cried while delivering rose to a girl...and that too to Anjali. He later apologized and since then they have been best friends. Now in his heart Rahul wished that someone could rag him to do the same and he could do with his full heart..but's play is not scripted the way we want it to be.

Today they were going to the Shankar-Ehsaan-Loy show in IIT Open Air Theatre (OAT). Rahul had bought tickets for him and her and knew that she too loved music as much as he did. The show began with Shankar Mahadevan's Breathless which left everyone speechless. Mahadevan was like the snake charmer and the crowd literally danced to his tunes. He asked the crowd to do a Birdie act for the song "Jise dhundta hoon main har kahin " from Dil Chahta hai and the crowd obliged. He asked them to show their mobile phones for "Kal ho Na ho" title song and boom..the phones were everywhere.

When Ehssan Noorani plucked his guitar, Rahul knew what was coming. Out of instinct, he kneeled down, grabbed Anjali's hand and crooned in sync with Shankar Mahadevan
"Agar Main Kahoon
Mujhe Tumse Mohabbat hai
Meri bas yahi chaahat hai
To Kya kahogi?"

(Translated it means "If i were to tell you that i love you and it is my only desire, then what will be your reply?")

Anjali looked stunned. And then she smiled. When a guy proposes and a gal smiles, it means that its over. But if she means that he's over :-). The language of love is uniquely universal. It is a language spoken by the eyes and understood by the heart. Anjali's smile said it all. For a few seconds, the OAT appeared empty, Mahadevan sounded cacophonous and time came to a standstill. Anjali hugged Rahul and she was crying with a smile on her face.

P.S : The guy standing next to them smiled and sang softly "Jaane kyon log pyaar karte hain ?"

Wednesday, January 25, 2006

Tagged again :-)

TamilPonnu tagged me, the rules of this tagging stuff are given below:

1. The tagged victim has to come up with 8 different points of their perfect lover.
2. Need to mention the sex of the target.
3. Tag 8 victims to join this game & leave a comment on their comments saying they’ve been tagged.
4. If tagged the 2nd time, there’s no need to post again.

P.S: Rules cut and paste courtesy TamilPonnu

Here are my answers:

My perfect Lover should:

1. Love music. If she sings that is a sone pe suhaaga.
2. Have a good sense of humour.
3. Love to watch movies.
4. Should donate some money to charity

5. Could be money-minded to some extent (as i am not one, atleast she should take care of that)
6. Could be strong in mathematics (i was comparatively weak in maths in my school days and i dont want my gen next to suffer in maths :-))
7. Could be good at drawing (i am bad even with drawing a straight line)

Last but not the least
8. Love and like me very much (which should be very easy)

Rule two...Obviously its gonna be HER and none

Rule three...Pozhachchu ponga pa

Rule four..Ensoi :-)

Monday, January 16, 2006

A Wedding and a Funeral

"Oh God " she cried. There was pain, anger, anxiety and desperateness in her voice. All the magazines and tabloids carried the photo and it seemed to be the cover story of the year. She had never imagined this to happen in her wildest dreams and now it had come true.

It was hard to stop her now and she let the floodgates of her eyes open and she cried shamelessly like she did when she was 8 years old and her dog had died. All the money she had amassed over the years made no sense to her and the chequebook in front of her seemed like a pile of color pages. The wedding was due at 11 Am and it was to be aired by some private channel. Damn the paparazzi. They want all the scoops, gossips about celebrities. Little do they think that we are also human beings with emotions, dignity and respect. But then once a person is in limelight, every activity of his comes to public scrutiny. Damn the public.

How happy she had been when she walked the aisle with him 5 years before. Every woman envied her as she was getting married to the hottest hunk in the industry and she could see that in all the women’s eyes everywhere she went with him. They were billed the perfect couple in the movie industry. All the bookies who had bet placed that their marriage wouldn’t last past a year, lost and lost heavily too. But fate took a cruel turn. He was offered a lead role with the supposedly the sexiest women alive. When he asked her about the script she jokingly declared "Wow..Sexiest women and the Sexiest man starring. Sounds cool".

Every marriage runs on faith that one partner has on the other. But sometimes a man's libido wins over his heart and seems so did his. Even when each magazine carried their pictures together she took it as another example of paparazzi stunt. And then he came and confessed. Her world had come crashing over. They parted and it was like a huge wave which blew her sand castle. She remembered the intimate moments she spent with him in their huge villa he had bought her as a birthday present. Little did she imagine that the birthplace of her love would also turn to her cemetery.

"Warning: May cause drowsiness". She laughed and then cried after reading the warning label on the Sleeping tablets bottle. She remembered Shakespeare "Sleep is temporary death and Death is permanent Sleep". They were now exchanging vows and she felt a pang of jealousy in her heart. Slowly the image started fading and she was going to sleep....forever.

Thursday, January 05, 2006

Point of View


He was alone. The usually crowded Marina Beach looked like Sahara desert. But then one could not expect anyone to roam there at 11 PM. He had switched off his mobile phone to prevent any intrusion to his privacy. Looking at the wide sea and its could-become-a-tsunami-anytime-waves he wished in his hearts of hearts that a huge wave could come and sweep him off from the world.

He was gazing at the moon and got reminded of her. Wonder which idiot compared ladies to moon, but it had made every lover on earth remember his lady love every time they saw the moon. She was the best thing to happen to him for years altogether. They had been neighbors-turned -friends and complimented each other in a lot of things. She was an avid reader, loved Pink Floyd, whistled for Rajinikanth, and liked blue color...their matching tastes list seemed endless. In course of time he was drawn towards her and he realized that he was in love with her.

He also realized that it was not because of the fact that they had similar tastes or that she was beautiful or had an IQ of 150. It was because he liked her as a person on a whole and she was very much what he had imagined his life partner to be. Today he had summoned courage and asked her the inevitable. And she denied. She was adamant on the fact that they were good friends and that’s the way they should remain to be so. He wondered what was wrong with him. He wondered why women who looked so delicate and soft from outside were actually a box of secrets that could never be deciphered from inside.

He looked at the sky and then at the earth and wished that any one of them could swallow him and leave rest in peace.


She was changing the channels on her TV set continuously but was finding it hard to concentrate. Even the usually interesting POGO channel refused to entertain her. She felt like throwing the remote control outside her window, but controlled herself from doing that. She felt a sudden wave of anger and sympathy rush through her face simultaneously.

She liked him from the day they had met. Unlike the rest of the men she had met who appeared courteous in the beginning and turned Casanovas later, he had been decent and also they shared similar interests. He had never crossed the limits of decency and she respected him a great deal for that. But then it seemed that the attraction of opposite sex was always too great to infiltrate the borders of friendship and everyone knows how vulnerable men are.

It was unfair. The society had always been unfair to women. Introvert women were branded moody and extrovert were labeled easy-to-get. Individuality was something that a woman could never dream of in the society. She was shocked and surprised at first when he had proposed to her. She had never given him the thought of being a life partner and so was rude to him.

Tears rolled down her cheeks and they entered her mouth. It tasted bitter....after a long time.