Ohh boy, please be mine !!!

Scene 1.

Venue – My room

Time – 1:44 am

Pk : Hey 907------- , do you know whose number is this?

ME : Man . How would I know that !!

Pk : Achha yes .correct , so what were you doing right now?

ME : Well I have got my exam tomorrow.

Pk : Oooh best of luck.

Pk : By the way , can you please do me a favour?

ME : What?

Pk : Forward me 3-4 romantic texts , I need to send them to a girl.

ME : I don’t have any.

Pk : Arre yaar , you’re a girl. Send me some of those girly messages na .

ME : See I have got 3 papers tomorrow , and I don’t have a boyfriend who’d disturb me every now and then by sending those cheesy-romantic tests.

Pk : OH YOU DON’T HAVE A BOYFRIEND !!!! That’s impossible !!

ME : (No reply)

7 minutes later,

Pk : Ok , good night and best of luck again, take care, bye.

Scene 2.

Venue – College lobby

Time - 4:12 pm (Recess)

Rt : Hey you know what , I got a call frm Mr. Ambani yesterday . Guess what did he say !

ME : (Straight face)

Rt : Guess Guess !!

Rt : Ok , let me only tell you . He was complaining against you ! You were such a nice customer , you know like always paying your reliance telephone bill in thousands . And now , it’s dropped down . See, see . Poor Ambani.

ME : Ha, ha. Very funny .

Rt : Ummmm tell no ! What happened now, huh ? We don’t see you with your phone any more . No texting under the benches and no smiling shyly with the phone clinging to your ears . What’s the matter girl? Is everything going good ? OK?

(I looked at her . She looked weaker and thinner than a malnourished Raima Sen. Her face dusted with the compact powder , as if she had just dipped her face in a bucket full of the powder . The smell of her perfume so strong that i’m sure the butterflies at the radius of at least 100 metres would be complaining of suffocation. Anyway, she thinks she’s hotter than any of the actresses across the globe ! )

ME : Yes , everything good . messed up things between me and him .

Rt : Oh shit , do you mean you broke up with him ?

ME : Yep. Justin Bieber proposed to him and so he left me.

Rt : Oh its ok , come with me. We’ll go out for drinks, everyone’s coming.

ME : its ok , I feel fine . thanks anyway .

Rt : No you’re coming with us this time . See you soon.

Scene 3.

PRESENT

Yes I broke up with him 3 days back, and yes I am mentally stable even after that. And thank you, but I don’t need to drown myself in your intoxicating drinks to forget about him. You might have lost your Romeo or Jack or whatever, and I lost mine. But neither did I possess him, and nor did you. Life went on before he started loving you and it will go on even after he’d stop loving you. The Sun shone yesterday and it will shine tomorrow as well. The birds chirped yesterday and they will do that even tomorrow. Life goes on, it moves on. Your landlord is still cribbing about the previous month’s rent and your socks are still smiling like Ammonium Nitrate. You see, nothing really changes. Shit happens. I know it happened, I know what happened between me and him. He was there 3 days back and he still would be there somewhere; maybe reading this or maybe with a bottle of tequila, sitting at the corner seat of a Blue Moon bar; or maybe playing squash at the club with his friends. Life doesn’t stop at any point. So spread love, laugh a lot, take photographs, forgive freely, speak out, dance in the pouring rain, hold someone's hand, comfort a friend, fall asleep watching the sun come up, stay up late, make friends, and lose some, spend at a night at the Marine Drive watching the sea. Because ultimately, life is a joy ride, it’s to be lived; it is all about staying happy and spreading happiness, and not necessarily gaining love and *boyfriends* :D

Kahani ghar ghar ki

Uncomfortable, that’s what I feel right now . It’s supposed to be a super weekend, nd what am I made to do? Sit in my room, semi-locked, and admire the new curtains that my aunt bought 3 days from the Big Bazaar’s week-ka-sabse-sasta-din.
*Ding-Dong*
The door bell rings and 30 seconds later, I hear loud oooohh hi’s and hello’s !! coming from what they call the drawing room . Anyway, i continue sitting on the floor of the balcony admiring the long chain of red ants that are running up and down one after the other to clear up the crumbs of the fruit cake that I had eaten the previous night . I hear my name being called out, i show my head out of my room and find that i’m being called for lunch. It was only that I realized that oopss! i hadn’t even taken a bath and obviously didn’t want the guest who had come to give me you-unbathed-jerk-get-away-from-my-sight looks. Unwillingly, i went in and when i thought my stay in the bathroom was long enough to convince the people in the house that i have taken a clean bath, i came out.
Joblessness leads to increased appetite. Yeah try out , it’s true. With a starving tummy, i reached the drawing room where I was to have my lunch. But just when I reached the door and pushed to open it, i heard loud noises and so I stepped back. No no, I’m not this well mannered girl who’d step back and lose this mind-blowing chance of witnessing a live kahani-ghar-ghar-ki, so I hid behind the door and tried to understand the talk, but hats-off to them , their code language worked and all I could get was that there’s this wicked witch Meena- who’s been playing games with this guest who is sitting in the drawing room of my so-called hostel.
So with a heavy heart and an even lighter tummy, i came back to my room. I checked my cabinet nd found some empty wrappers of dairy milk and choco cookies. Ouch, I waited for meena-ne-mujhe-dhokha-diya story to get over, but it seemed the story was made to last till eternity. I finally decided to storm in as if I never realized that there is a super duper dramatic kahani narration going on in the room.
I greeted the unknown lady and she waved back with eyes oozing outta anguish. I sat down to eat, this undoubtedly was my quietest meal ever . the tragic meena-struck lady watched me eat with occasional isko-maners-sikhao and hotel-management-student-ke-naam-pe-dhabba looks . But then who cares. I ate and went to the kitchen to look for the gulab jamuns that had come the day before nd were hid in a remote corner of the refrigerator. I searched, i’m sure I was better than any of those CID officers, but didn’t get a trace of it. Then I looked around nd found that my gulab jamuns had already been gulped by the guest. Aaah, I pray that God sends in 2 tickets of a himesh reshammiya movie to her !!
Anyway , I began to hear good byes and take cares in the background . Despite the byes, she refused to step out, attracting a whole lot of laughter and attention from the neighbourhood . But amidst all this fooling , i really think it was foolish on my part to miss finishing those gulab jamuns that day itself !!

@Avi : If you’re reading this , congratulations and my best wishes for that little niece/nephew who’s waiting to sit on your lap !! :)

Inconvenience caused is deeply regretted.

Having always traveled in Air India, I realized it was high time that I changed my loyalty. After the arrival of the delayed kingfisher flight with its 'Asuvidha ke liye khed hai' slogan and two ultra irritating we-are-the-dudes-of-Bombay guys sitting next to me, the only respite that I could think of getting was my window seat, that meant me viewing the beautiful, out of the world- Mumbai at night, with all its glittering and shining lights. Having boarded the flight, I sat down at my seat, 14F. No sooner did I sit and settle myself, then I saw this drop dead gorgeous air hostess coming towards me with an I-just-won-a-makeup-cabinet smile, asking me if I could shoulder the responsibility of being seated at the emergency exit. With a whole lot of interest, she explained me the do’s and dont’s of the seat and took away my Harissons bag, kept it above and left my seat to greet the other guests, much to the disappointment of the two guys. With the rain lashing the city, the aircraft finally took off.

After another tiring day at college, with the project submissions and exams, less than 9 hours of sleep in the last 4 days, the flight and its food added to the weariness. Slowly and gradually the aircraft landed at the Rajiv Gandhi International Airport, Hyderabad. With a heavy and aching head, I disinterestedly smiled back at the airhostess, got down from the plane and went ahead to claim the baggage. I switched on my cell phone and was greeted by this SMS joke:

What's the opposite of "Dominoes"?? ?

think

think

think

think

think

tired of thinking???
Well the answer is "Domi doesn't know"


I held my head for a moment, cursing the sender and when I looked at the conveyer belt, my bag was already gone. Murphy rocks, I had to wait for the bag to take another round altogether. That further delayed it all and by the time I came out, it was another 30 minutes. I walked and saw my sister angel standing with open arms, waiting for me. We sat down at the AeroExpress bus stop. Classy stoppage, wish Mumbai had things like this. The bus came soon, and the forty-five minutes long journey to the High Tech city stop was amazing, soothing and pretty cold.
Getting off the bus, we began walking towards the restaurants. Shutter down, shutter down and down. Finally, we spotted a restaurant. Hyderabad Biryani, was all we could eat and they could offer. We began eating, and it was only when the water in my glass got over, I realized that the sleep deprived waiters had gathered all around our table giving us eat-and-get-out-as-soon-as-possible looks. The walk back home was long. Real long.
Having reached home, I loved it. Beautiful home. My sistah took me on a tour to all the rooms and balconies and then sat back with her IBM Think Pad. I turned on the television and flipped on to the sports’ channels for the US Open. I saw the complete series of matches and by the time I hit the bed, it was 2:15 am.
Last glance before the sweet night, good dreams, I stared into the mirror, and was amazed at my swollen eyes, dark circles and yeah-I’ve-just-seen-a-RGV-movie-look. I guess I’ll have to visit Shehnaz Husain for two long years to get back to the way I used to look before! ;)

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"Ever since you have departed, every passing day brings in me a little more happiness and hope because it takes me one step closer to you!"
- Eshita Hajela.