1625 in the afternoon

It was when i was going for my squash practice that i realised even though i love the game i never feel elated by the mere thought of going for the game. The practice has become a part of my schedule. Amidst all this so called newly acquired, 'on my own' freedom feeling i have had to pay something very dear. I couldn't possibly go to the court with my brain in this 'does my life suck' mode, so i put a brake to my ride, sat beneath a tree and dived into my portable personal pensieve. All memories of my homework doing flushed my mind. The scale and pencil in hand, eye on the time piece, ears aching for the shout o' my mates', brain forming the football strategies and heart already savouring the jubilance of another victory. My favourite question- Maa if i could do my HomeWork later plzzz, followed by her condescending question, and the reason for that is???because Maa its 1630. This was out daily regime and no conversation in those days could lift my spirits more or make me feel better. Smug if we won the game, explanations & reasons, accounting the instances of  'cheating' when we lost it. Fatigued yet contended but dreading the feel to return home after 1900 and recounting every kick and save to Maa while eating excruciatingly slowly the bread with Bournvita milk coz i knew what fate awaits me after that on the study table. And again contemplating about the game for another half hour before Maa comes to have a peep in.

Gradually the habit of asking for permission morphed into merely informing her and our conversation got lost in time. Sometimes i still try reconstructing The conversation with my roomie but the condescending tone is missing in his voice.

**dedicated to my Maa

An Afternoon Coffee

There are all kinds of people who go to a coffee shop. The lucky ones are those who go there with an eye candy, the unlucky ones are those who tag along with the lucky ones and finally there are the posh, swanky and aristocratic who go alone and only for the sake of coffee, like me. And this third category is not a cover up for those who r not in the first category and still have enough honour to not be among the ones in the second category. I have always heard, cherished and sometimes even envied the phrase-enjoyed over a cup of coffee. The conversation going well, u remain intrigued only by the talks, the conversation going foul, who cares for the damn coffee.

I am a big fan of coffee and it really pains me when, forget about the lucky ones even my 'unlucky' friends do not know how to drink coffee. I mean what other things have they to do in a coffee shop if not the coffee. As far as i am concerned i enjoy the coffee without sugar, the sugar alters the taste of the coffee, don't forget to take in and ponder with close eyes on the all important aroma. Start doing this and i m sure coffee will cease being just a something to wake up or may be the thing over which you enjoy your conversations. Drinking coffee is similar to drinking wine, its not just the manufacturer who instill in the taste but u also got to play an equally imp part i.e learn how to drink.

I m not being paid to advertise coffee, no, its just that i wanted to stand in defence of the movie 'Dhobhi Ghaat' which many of my friends have condemned for being boring and unintelligible. Its a matter of perception as i found all the three stories to be blended in the movie very smoothly like the blend of steamed milk, milk froth and coffee in a cappuccino. Watch the movie all alone one afternoon and you can enjoy the tingling feeling, long time after the movie concludes similar to (even The Aamir Khan can't make a coffee substitute) the case of a coffee without sugar, a lingering titillating taste on the tongue.

P.S.- Although of course don't always delve in too much for the taste otherwise you will definitely hurt your chances of finding yourself lucky again.

**dedicated to all my friends especially Bharat Kumar, the man who given a chance will choose coffee over women.

Mining for Gold

Unity in diversity has become a thing of past out here. May i have your phone number, will u come for coffee, shall i walk you to hostel, common lets celebrate your birthday, is it alright if i txt to inform you when, where and how i'm gonna pee or jerk, Can we have a relationship??? The answer is always the same, unified- Are u Nuts??? I wish i had answered it yes, but alas i was a kid back then who had two left feet(I CAN’T DANCE) so i didn’t know the perfect answer and hence always denied of me as a nut. It is widely appreciated that gals out here don’t go for looks, physique or talent, otherwise they would have come to us instead of their desperate search for nuts. But it was not their fault, no. The problem was on our part, we always let our lust come on the surface(nutty ppl don't show their EMOTIONS), the basic condition which made us unfit for the most popular brand of friends for gals, the JUST brand. I dunno why almost all boys hate being JUST friends when there is a plethora of silver linings in it-

• pocket friendly- you can go to what is every boy's second best date, the shared date though you'll have to compromise your privacy with others and also others won't stop hitting on your JUST friends afterall you all are JUST friends.
• freedom- there's no compulsion for you to call back or msg back immediately anddd you can flirt with others openly too as your JUST friends are suppose to help you out in this lusty feat of yours.
• if you are NOT PERVERT- JUST friends are allowed to have their hands held and occasionally put around shoulders(only :-P) and waist, well these physical tremors does help keep you wanted and dancing.

So next time folks if you DOn't want to be labelled as a nut, keep your eyes six inches above to where they are now while you talk to a girl(try to look into her eyes and not into...sicko). Gals don't have their eyes in the back, have your chance to size up them then, like they(???) do and most imp envy won't take you anywhere so LEARN from others.

**dedicated to all my friends who don't want being APPLIED to nuts :-PPP

Still Spinning

                                The first time ever did i ask a girl for a dance. She was in my arms, i could feel the warmth of her body, unlike a raging, arousing fire it was a soft soothing one like that of a glowing ember. Her gaze burning deep into me wanting to ask a thousand questions, i could tell that she was feeling shy due to the close proximity of 'our' dancing parents. But for me, i didn't notice them i was too busy fishing for my reflection in those two magical brown orbs, her dance was having a grace reserved exclusively for the feline family, her physique so dainty and so delicate i felt my hold might bruise her. I could smell her shampoo and never ever did i love 'pantene' more...
                                 The music stopped nd she ever so gently made aware of this, standing on her toes to reach my ear her warm breathe the only thing that could have and which eventually did awake me from the trance. Something was stirring in my heart for the past two days and all i was left with was a spinning totem in my breast pocket...

**dedicated to all those people with impressive memories :-P  ;-)

The Phone Ring

                                On receiving the news of the arrival of the boy's parents we all were standing outside  in the corridors, anticipating big tears and loud cries or atleast some 'action'. There was none. We expected our hostel warden would be hackled or physically manhandled but there was no such commotion. She lost her husband to the country early in her married life and he was her only reason to be alive after that. With perfect features of his father, she found her beloved husband smiling through his mischiefs. His thinking, his reasonnings were all well ahead of his age and thus he managed to wiggle out of a tight corner if he was ever caught for a mischief. Excelled in studies, did well in sports nd finally got through 'hell' and came here to iit.

                                She had always had her fair share of altercations with god, born with looks unfit for her family's economic background, an attitude unfit for her orthodox parents and loved by a man whose parents considered her unfit for all the above reasons. They thus ran off and married, no honour killing this time though. They had started living a happy life with each other. Her life shifted an upward gear with his arrival and just as she started to have second thoughts about her enimocity with him that she received a phone call. A funeral later she had stopped beleiving in him altogether and also made the 'little him' an atheist. If she was blessed it was just with an indefatigable heart. She started picking up those bits and shreds and just as she was about to make a b'ful collage she again got a phone call...

                              For three days and three nights she sat on the ganga ghat for the divers to find his body, for three days her hopes were alive to find him there, somewhere. Strayed might be but safe and sound. On the fourth day the divers succeeded but the god failed. She didn't identify the body but meekly surrendered to it. He was given a funeral along with all his belongings and then a splash later the phone again rang but no one was there to pick it this time, no one...

God, she is angry again!!!

Some of you might have been lucky enough to have dealt with girls but luckier are those who have had a chance to deal with angry girls...

Girls might roam around saying "beauty isn't just skin deep" but every girl really knows the depth of her skin. The more blessed a girl is with this depth the more she knows how to get angry and the higher would be her rate of being angry per conversation will be.

Boyzzz really live in world of fantacy, they beleive in a lot of false notions-

BELIEF- Girls are very fickle minded and they have no decisiveness at all.
REALITY- Girls are very determined, they get angry not because we did something but because they wanted to be. It seldom is our fault but it always is their will. And don't be happy if you somehow manage to appease her, it is never your ability to do so, but its just that she got bored of being angry.

BELIEF- Girls do not analyze things and jump straight to the verdict.
REALITY- Girls are very intelligent and boys are very naive, they believe this, so better we also believe it. Their analytical abilities are really out of the world. They ask you a question, you give them an answer and they can at the spur of the moment give the details of the exact processes which our brain underwent to reach the answer. They always know why we gave that answer, how we gave that answer, why were we so glib or why did we stammer while giving that answer and what would we have given if that other girl had asked the same question. While we rascals usually don't even listen to the full question let alone give a thoughful answer. They think that they know all this stuff, so we better believe it yet again.

BELIEF- Girls don't have a sence of humour.
REALITY- Keep in mind there is nothing in this world like 'logical joke', it would either be a logic or a joke so the definition of jokes for them and hence for you is-cute and silly(plz don't read it as illogical and stupid) things.

BELIEF- Its your hardwork and karma which made you successful.
REALITY- Behind every successful man there is a woman. Perfectly true coz if you can stick to one woman for this long you got to be a consummate liar, a good actor, docile, an expert problem solver and an intelligent fool, enough to make you and remain successful for a life time.They made you realize all these hidden powers of yours. Thank all of them when you are successful, Tiger Woods did...

Lets face it boys, we never like a girl next door unless ofcource she is Elisha Cuthbert to whom we literally drool for. Love for a 'tadka dal' is much more than a 'boiled dal' although we know very well which one's gonna keep us healthy for longer time. This world would be quit a place not to live without this b'ful yet 'intelligent' species.


**Dedicated to all my friends who got the participation certificate of suffering from their own special friend/s...

Eight Steps to Glory

He came to my room a bit flustered and delivered the sentence which requires a lot of courage from boy's side-I said it to her, now boyz r really idiots and they think that what they are thinking and what others might perceive it as will synchronize perfectly.I couldn't have guessed 'her' as his her changes every month.And now it was my turn to get flustered. His her turned out to be my her, actually one whom i wanted to make my her.
Me and her, his her now, are not even on talking terms anymore. I never proposed to her and hence she never rejected me. But i guess this both happened through our eyes. It has been ages since i saw those big black eyes of hers. What if they confirm the lie that i have forced myself to believe for so long.
So he came to me with this big news.He started to speak about her , his her and i saw myself in his eyes. The zeal in his voice, the shine of his eyes and the increase in his cardiac output when he spoke about her.I was obviously very much interested im his marvelous feat and wanted t keep the success story for my records. He summarized it as-

STEP 1- Pick one gal or one at least more to concentrate upon.
STEP 2- Try to grab the opportunities to grab her without her chipmunk friends.
STEP 3- Get her e-mail id first.Those silly LOLs and ROFLs and smilies help a lot.
STEP 4- Increase the frequency of the chats and send some nice e-mails.
STEP 4- Ask for her number on the context of wishing her happy b'day or Independence Day or to console the troubled soul if thats the case.
STEP 5- Discuss your, the country's and the world's good and the bad with her.
STEP 6- The after spending scores of rupees on the msg packs and special tariffs and may be sometimes even SIM changes, say it to her without thinking and planning ahead.Glory will be urs.AMEN

All this while i felt something had snapped finally, if that was my heart or the string which tied me to 'his her', i don't know. I was happy for my friend and also for the fact that a failed relationship didn't tarnish my f'ship with him.
Friends are much more important than these silly 'hers'. You lose one her and all these will enjoy finding lot many hers for you a but a lot many hers can never ever find a single friend for you.
Ok, enough of this, senti shit,I admit i m super duper jaealous like hell and definetly i will GPLize the lucky bastard...
I went to bed that day cursing that afternoon of july in the admin office.