Hmmmmm

I have never met her and probably would never meet her But here is a woman who gets drunk on most of the weekends, goes to church on a Sunday Morning and Temple on Thursday’s .Buys sexy lingerie when she is down, writes old Hindi songs on her blog, present’s a tough feminine image but is a die hard romantic, sometimes writes pathetic reviews and still reads Mills and Boon’s but who would not like to meet her at least once.

(I could actually write a lot, this was all extempore)

!!!!!!!!!!Unfinished Story!!!!!

Summer of 1999, the first year Engineering students from the University of Pune had just finished their second Semester Exams and the north bound people were waiting on Platform Number 2 of the Pune station for Jehlum Express. Rohan as usual was with Sam, Sam and Rohan met in the second week of college when both of them were picked for a special ice-breaking session with seniors. Sam was a delhite so he was an obvious choice for the ragging but Rohan could hardly be called a Delhite he was more primitive than people coming from villages and districts of Maharashtra but somehow his looks suggested otherwise, In fact he was not sure which place he belonged to and I guess he is still in the dilemma They both went through the pain and pleasure of seniors ice breaking session and the friendship stuck which was about to be initiated in the process of disintegrating.

Rohan saw Neha walking down from the overhead bridge down to platform number -3 she was pulling her bag and her brother accompanied her, He was happy to see her but there was no emotions on his face to suggest that.He met Neha somewhere in October last year; he was as usual late in the early morning Civil Engineering lecture and during the class he might have turned and their eyes met. Rohan was not greatly impressed with her looks she seemed to look like a kid wearing a red colour suit and hair grouped together using a clip, it seemed that she had some problem with her eyes.

After the class Rohan was rushing back to canteen and Binayak caught him and pointed towards Neha who was standing there looking at him.

Scene ­I
Neha ->”Hi are you Rohan”
Rohan (completely clueless he was not used to girls coming up and ->”Yes”
Neha->”Hi, I am Neha, I stay in the girl’s hostel and my seniors have asked me to get this questionnaire filled from you.”
Can you please do it?”
Rohan->”Acha …..Sure (nervously).I will get this done by tomorrow.

Then the entire north Indian crowd started walking towards the canteen during the days to come there were rumours where she was linked with some people in college but never with Rohan.Neha was not prettiest lady in the college but she was of a cheerfull disposition and scored lot of brownie points.Rohan was weird some people like Sam used to swear by him and others used to guess why was he even talked about.

Scene II

College Parking lot, Rohan walking back to the hostel and Sam caught up with him

Sam: – I have something interesting to tell you…
Rohan: – Bhol Bhai (Go ahead bro)
Sam:-I have heard from reliable sources that Neha Likes you
Rohan: – Really you kidding
Sam: – I am serious, infact the whole of Girl’s hostel knows about it
Rohan:-This is news. I never thought she would feel something like that about me. You are kidding right
Sam:-No dude I am Serious
Rohan:-Yaar I am not boyfriend types and I have never ever done this before.I just think she is pretty
Sam:-You just let me know what you feel about it rest I will take care of.
Rohan: – No leave it!!!

Thing were calm after that incident for months nothing happened and it seemed  that everything was over. Time proved otherwise, in a very irregular fashion they met and Love blossomed.

Experiences in Gym

I am going to gym these days but the process has been anything other than easy, I sometimes have to undergo through moments which would have sent me back to some place where there is no gym for miles and miles around.

1> There are times when I am the only guy who uses 10 kg barbell curl for biceps while everybody else use 10 for triceps.

2> There is this incident which comes to my mind. Once, the only two people working out in the gym was me and the one of  the gym babe:

 Now gym babe is generally a female who is a fitness freak (as in she is so over-weight that a little more mass on  her and she will have a separate pin code for her or the other hot-hot babe type’s who is the “apple of eye” for  every guy in the gym )

 So any ways in my case the former one joined me on the tread mill and we both started walking and then running,  after 10 minutes when I was about to press the “cool Down” button female fatale running next to me increases the  angle of elevation . Well generally when faced with these kind of situations, I go to my mind and ask him the way  forward and mind responded back “don’t give up, thoda aur try kar, zyadda der nahi tike ge yeh”.Its not that  every instance I agree with my mind but since in this scenario I was the male of the two species involved I  consented.

 I also increased the elevation and the speed. Alas that was just the beginning she kept on increasing the angle  of elevation to 4 degrees and speed 1.5 km/hour more than me. I was sweating so much that Pune water issue could  have been resolved then there itself by collecting that water dripping from my body. She was the winner, I had to  bow down in another 4 minutes and she continued till 30 minutes…

 Other time a month after the above incident the latter kind of gym babe walks in, Obviously that led me to  increase my dumbbell press from 8 KG’s to 10 (That’s obvious when a girl walks in, the guys generally increase  the weights and I can safely bet 10% as the difference)

 Now I was looking at her from the corner of my eye and she did know that I was looking at her and I knew that she  knew that I was looking and she knew that I knew that she knew I was looking at her. Everything was going on  smooth till the time the monster walked in (Monster is the gym instructor friend of the strong and enemy of  weakling)

 Monster probably realized discreet and silent communication going on and he chose me as the subject of his  affection. Made me do some weird exercise and outcome was just pure excruciating pain and mental anguish. At the  End of the session 4 sets and 15 repetitions of last exercise were done using a 6 kg dumbbell and the hottie was  doing her shoulders with 6..shame_on_me

3> There is this one particular guy who is surely having some weird ideas since he always tries to follow the same routine as mine He starts with chest and then will jump to abs coz I am doing it and then to treadmill coz I felt like running after abs.

4> Then there is a group of person’s who are like the gym veterans’, they usually work out together have a great physique. Obviously you have to make sure that your routine does not interfere with theirs.

5> Worst of the kids are the guys who seem to know everything about everything concerning your body. They will always try to guide you even when not asked for it.

Weird and Scary Dream

I dreamt that I was alone in a swimming pool late in the night trying to learn swimming.
All the time, my body was underwater probably hiding from someone, trying to breathe in the water. There was some kind of inlets which were spitting air (Not the ones you put in the mouth but something different they were Pushing air out). I kept my mouth in front of them and inhaled air. I was always moving along the border of the pool from one inlet duct to other. I came out of water from other side of the pool and it was completely dark. Time seemed to be around 1 am, I started running towards the opposite end and was scared as if somebody was following me ,I ran fast because I thought someone would catch me and the ground was not plain it had stairs going down and coming up. Reached the other side, switched on the lights and felt some reassuring calm. After that I jumped in the water and experienced myself on the deeper part of the pool and somehow felt I had learnt swimming.

How much more can we bear???

Mumbai cocks a snook at terror” screamed a leading newspaper Received forwarded emails glorifying the spirit of Mumbaikar, The sensex closed on a positive note, Offices schools everything was open and working as usual etc.

Rhetoric was good but did we have a choice All this propaganda about Amchi Mumbai back on feet is very inspiring and emotional but we all forgot that we are unsafe and that’s what counts.

People do not have a choice to sit indoors there is no option to run away from Mumbai Where ever we go in India the hands of terrorism have already crawled and creeped into the place. It seems that the only two places in India that are deprived of this disease are the ones not in the Indian Mainland, islands of Lakshwadeep and Andaman.

After the blast we were not disgusted with ourselves, Our security agencies and Our government but celebrating and probably waiting for some other incident to show our marvelous resilience.

It was like you are in a tunnel with no exit and running from a dragon, suddenly you come to the end and you realise you cannot go further .You have no choice but to turn around and face the dragon

This is not courage and bravery but weakness of resigning to our fate.We would have done an immense favour to our kids by making visible and audible noises such that something could have been done so that culprits dare not trouble them in future.

Nothing

• I miss talking to somebody for hours.
• I miss waiting every night for my parents to sleep so that I could call you.
• I miss giving missed calls on landlines when we did not have mobiles.
• I miss whining and acting like a baby and miss somebody to bear me in that phase.
• I miss that tight hug when chips are down.
• I miss lying down in the open and drawing out all kinds of shapes in clouds.
• I miss that garm chai in that sardi wale night and looking at stars  and trying to                 figure out constellations.
• I miss looking good for you!!!.
• I miss grooming myself, gyming, reading so that you find me the most perfect guy for         you.
• I miss your reassuring hugs and kiss that in spite of everything I  will always be the         perfect guy for you;
• I miss going shopping with you.
• I miss those fights .
• I miss cooking food for you, searching a recipe on the net preparing it for hours             finally  spoiling the food and ordering the pizza!!!!.
• I miss hiding from friends, College Professor’s, bunking classes for a coffee and lots of    gup-shup with you.
• I miss that frustration and tension and futile attempts to buy gifts
on your birthday .
• I miss stealing that hush-hush Kiss in college!!!!.
• I miss secretly holding your hand while in the college canteen.
• I miss you drawing all the weird diagrams in engineering for me
• I miss you buying me dinner when I did not have food and mixing the dal, curd and         subzi in the rice.
• I miss bothering, troubling and making u cry intentionally for that squeezing hug!!!!.
• I miss passionately talking about our future for hours.
• I miss those walks in evening .
• I miss you getting jealous when I would be extremely friendly to some other woman .
• I miss feigning illness to meet you.
• I miss my friends teasing me if you happened to be walking in the
same corridor in college
• I miss going to temple together and praying.
• I miss being so scared while talking to your parents as if they did
know everything.
• I miss that last kiss, that last touch, those last words, and that last look.
• I still love those days which we spent together. I really had great time
with you,I am sorry for bothering and annoying, after you left, I am
not handsome anymore I don’t have many friends now I am not the
popular guy, people hardly know me I experienced life on the sidelines.
I realized it would be tough for me to find a woman like you I am not
the coolest guy anymore !!! I am all alone on some nights and days
with nobody to talk to I work on weekends coz my friends are busy with
their chores. Valentines, Anniversary and Birthdays are not that
special anymore!

But if somehow you get to read this I want to reassure you that I am
really happy now and bullish about life.

Ek sapno ka ghar

My Dream House 🙂

The wish I am going to describe now has been there perpetually, I assume it has been there since the time family moved to Jammu after migration. I believe the object was and is being modified with the circumstance’s in my life.

I dream of having a big House on a hill overlooking snow capped peaks,a stream flowing in the valley, lots and lots of both fruit bearing and non fruit bearing trees, animals, meadows etc There will be rooms(big ones) where in summers sun-light will fill the space, where there is cool soul quenching breeze in morning’s, where in monsoons clouds and mist enter the house ,where in winters I read a next to a fireplace and can implement snow man.There are lots of chinar trees and in autumn the whole place is soaked in colour and in late autumns the whole pathway is full of leaves some yellow some orange and some brown.

There is also a small lake with a boat where I will fish and swim in summers. We have a kitchen garden to the one like in Srinagar (on a larger scale though) where I work during the day’s. In the nights one could hear all those night sounds of insects, animals and breeze which used to scare us when we were kid’s.

You could lie down in the meadows in the night and draw shapes out of stars and clouds.In the Spring Valley is full of flowers and I go for lunch next to the river. During the summers I go for a trek and climb the nearby mountains. I work in the field and in the orchards; rear sheep’s and use horses for travelling.

The road from the entrance to the house is winding and provides wonderful view of the surrounding valleys and mountains. There are animals like deer’s, rabbit’s in the complex and an aviary too!!!!! The place is somewhat far and near to a small town, I have either a small business (Equity) or I am a social worker I have TIME what people call time to kill, I have time to learn music, learn dance, read books, yoga, gym, swimming, horse riding and most important I have time for myself and my loved ones.

Baarish ke ek Boond

Baarish ke boondein hein hazaaron
Hazzaron boondein gire es dharte pai

Aur kisi tarah nadi nallon se milkar
Saagr ko apna aashray banate hain

Yehe boondein phir saagar se chalkar

badal Aur baladlon se chalkar

Him yah barish bante hain

Lekin koi ek boondein

Regesthan ke tapte dharthi par

gir ke Kisi podhe ke pyass banate hain

Us ek boond ka jeevan shaayad wahin khatham

ho jaata hain

Lekin us ke parisharam se koi aur janam leta han

Shaayad addme ko be us ek boond ke tarah *****************************

Nahinto bake boondon ke tarah

Apna jeevane wuarth use chakar me pis ta rahega

Nothing

We were in Love, madly.
You truly in Love with me ,
I desperately in Love with myself !!!!

Beed

Beed Beed Me Rekhe aapne aap Ko akela pata hun
Khush hun , chehre pe hasin hain ,
Phir be under se apne aap ko udaas pata hun
Mukh man ka darpan hai to kyon mere chehre pe khushi aur man main gam hain

Hum ne to khuda se aarzo karna band kar diya
Kya karte jab mang ke be kuch na mila
Us Upar wale se jo na manga who bahut mila
Shayad jo mere pass hain uske liye koi kahin pe tadapta ho
Humhe to yeh be nahin mallom hum kis ke liye tadapte hain

Kabhi kabhi es beed se
Koi paraya etna pyaar aur saaman deta hai
Ke use kaleje se lagane ko jee chahtha hai
Magar kuch soonch ke ruk jaata hun

Kaise ajjeb hai yeh beed
Aapno me rekhe paraya banate hain
Aur kabhi anjaano me rakhkar apno se zyadde pyaar karte hai

Kaise ajjeb hai yeh beed
Kabhie es se darta hun
Aur kabhie uske dam pe badta hun

Kaise ajjeb hai yeh beed
Kabhi Aneko mein ho kar Bas akela aur alaag hota hun
Aur kabhie sekendeon ke beed me us mein aisa gul mil jaata hun
Jaise ke bearish ke boonde jo aaasman mein to laga hote
hai magar dharti pe gir kein ek ho jate hain