Saturday, June 26, 2010

Night Out and Day Dreaming. COMBO PACK

Shobit, someone who is not so popular, not like other cool hunks in the college but a simple and a jovial person. He is been there always for his friends and had good time togaether. Night outs at Comesum with just Rs. 65 in his pocket and no petrol, he and his friend Avi used to enjoy to the fullest(that's what they think).

Though they had only Rs.65 with them yet they would go for Pepsi diet that too can which costs Rs. 30/- in Comesum. They did their calculations before ordering the Pepsi i.e. Rs.20/ for petrol just to ensure they reach home safely in the morning. Avi did had some 10 bucks in his pocket. It was enough to buy them hot tea from Chai wala for Rs.3/- per glass.

Money was never the matter of concern for them, for they enjoyed their night completely by sitting idle on the bench kept outside the platform, watching Delhi chicks in their mini skirts and other equally attractive attires. Attractive and guarded by their boyfriends who were double the size of Shobit or Avi.

They used to kill their time watching chicks, commenting about their boyfriend (Saala, Shakal dekhi uski? Iseh toh achey hum hai, bas paisey nahi hai, badi gaadiya nahi hai). It was in the month of May. Apart from watching chicks, they spent most of the time day dreaming and sharing what they would do together one day(someday). They had big big dreams like Shobit wants to direct a movie and Avi wants to act.

Avi continued dreaming and saying, One day we would be world famous dude. Our work would be appreciated by people like Aamir, Mani Ratnam and so on. A.R. Rehman ko hire karenge apni movie ke liye.. They had such conversation every single time they met and did they ever got tired? No way. As the time struck 2:30 A.M. both started feeling drowsy. Par sona mana hai. That was their deal of having night out. There was no wind blowing and it was a pretty hot climate(one thing for which Delhi is famous).

They look around and find the deserted ATM cabin. They rush into it and spend around half an hour to 45 minutes in there enjoying the A.C. inside until the Thulley(Policemen)comes in and asks them to get out and get moving. Back to same old bench.

to be continued......

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Waves and Waves

Finally I made up my mind to write. It's not that I was busy but I was too lazy to write(which is not something new).

It's been more than a week in Chennai. My first impression about the city was really bad but then it eventually changed as I witnessed the other side of the city. I am staying at Thiruvanmiyur (I am yet to learn it's correct pronounciation, much tougher than Kerala cities name). My room is near to Thiruvanmiyur beach and do I have to say more? I have started liking this place even more.

While standing at the beach, enjoying my moment I look around me and notice how friends, couples, family and even loners are enjoying the sea, waves, breeze flowing through the air, getting drenched and enjoying the beauty of the nature. I was wondering what is so fascinating about the sea? No matter how many times you watch it you still enjoy it. It's the same thing. Waves hitting the shores and salty water. Still, what is so fascinating about it that everyone who comes here has a smile on their faces even if the person is alone? People who have been to Taj Mahal many times might have got bored with it but someone who goes to beaches every other day, would not.
May be it is because of the fact that Taj Mahal though beautiful it is static and beaches though same but always in motion. Or may be because of the cool wind and positive vibes of the people around it that makes the experience a better one.

Another interesting thing which I noticed today evening while I was standing alone and looking at the waves hitting the shores is, every time a wave hit the shores it leaves a mark which is wiped by next wave only if it manages to cross the distance that the previous one reached.

I remember the good old days when we were kid and we challenge each other in long jump and each time we jumped and crossed the distance we mark that place and then try again to reach to the farthest distance. Similarly, each time a wave reaches a distance and mark the point, it shouts with joy yeayyyy and then says to the other waves lets go back and try again. Then the other wave comes and crosses the distance and shouts hey I reached farthest, lets try again. It's fun. They never get tired and keep playing again and again. Yes, it's fun for them and they enjoy what they do.

I miss the days when we used to compete not to win but to have fun. It was never to prove I am better than you but for pleasure. And as I walk back from there I carry a smile back home remembering my childhood days. It was fun.

Sitting on my bed with closed eyes and hand on the back of my head, I relax and live those moments once again. Smile shows up on my face once again and I wish it remains there, forever.

Thursday, June 3, 2010


It's strange that at times when you are desperate to have something and when you get it, you are not happy. I am not sure whether it happens out of the greed or may be because the person is unaware of what exactly he/she wants. Few things that have always surprised me is how small things can make one really happy while a big reward or achievement cannot do so.

Off late I have realized that I am no longer a small kid. The whole idea of being grown up makes me feel nervous. Probably because I am yet to get out of that comfort zone and memories of my childhood when all I need to worry about was 2+2 = 4, Dictation test and so on. When life was more fun and less stressful. I am yet to accept the fact that I have turned 24 and this is the junction where I have to decide about what exactly I must be doing?

My dream is sitting around a coffee table, sipping Mocha, observing people and thinking how strange life is and how beautiful we can make it. But to do so I need to ensure I have earned enough so that people depending upon me can live a comfortable life. Probably that could be the reason why guys run away from commitments. Commitment means responsibility of one person which after few years would turn into 3 excluding your own.

But I never wanted to run away from responsibility. I always loved the fact that there is someone who is depending upon me and more blessed would be a young life sleeping peacefully in my arms, soft like a feather and cheeks red like a cherry, eyes closed, tiny little palms gripping around my finger and covered with feathery blanket. I being a reason for the existence of that life makes me feel even more happy. Happiness that money can't buy.

What makes it more beautiful is She lying on my other arm, the other reason for the existence of such a beautiful life and a teardrop in her eyes. Yes, this little life is a part of her and a part of me, a part of both of us. What more can I ask for? A comfortable home with wooden flooring, fluffy bed, tiny little baby in my arms and my sweetheart lying next to me hugging me tight. Life is Beautiful.

This is all I want and A Coffee maker. :-) I saw one recently in Croma for just Rs. 5000/-, loved it. Anyone kind enough to GIFT me one?