Feb 28, 2011

the porch of darkness....!!


  
     Two things were prominent about Mrs. Shrestha - her height (almost 180 cm.s) and her salt and pepper hair. She was around 50 and looked every bit her age. Every morning as a ritual, she would drink countless cups of tea and tend to her plants. Mr. Shrestha, her husband, was known to be mostly confined to his bed and was rarely seen outside. Their flat on the ground floor was situated in such a way, that while entering or leaving the building, you had to pass by the Shrestha's porch. They were among the original members of the society and suggested by Mrs. Shrestha, the building was named 'Whispers.' 
     Aamir and Maya were the newest tenants and lived on the sixth floor. Their relationship with the Shrestha's were based mostly on casual and occasional exchange of pleasantries. However, Aamir  was always puzzled by appearance and bearing of Mrs. Shrestha, especially when, sometimes very late at night, she'd sit on her large easy chair on the porch, just staring into space. Rumors floating around the building gave the impression that Mrs. Shrestha was not quite normal. It was said the their youngest daughter had committed suicide two years ago. The incident had affected her so badly that she had developed bouts of insomnia. Whenever she did get some sleep, she was seen sleep walking.
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  "This damn traffic drives me insane!!", said exasperated Aamir one evening. "And I am supposed to go back to the office to complete the contract papers. I think we should think about moving somewhere closer to work", he added. Maya, his wife, showed no interest in his frustrated outpourings and simply served him an early dinner and packed him off again around 8:30 pm. While going out of the building Aamir saw Mrs. Shrestha sitting on her large easy chair there on the dark porch and looking straight ahead into nothing. Her mouth was slightly open and her tall frame, covered mostly by her hair, was covered in the chair.
  Starting his car, Aamir kept thinking of Mrs. Shrestha and felt very uncomfortable. However, soon heavy traffic distracted him. After a fairly long and aggravating time at the office, Aamir headed back towards home. The roads were almost deserted now, and only the street lights and stray doges were prominent. 
  As soon as Aamir parked his car and got out, he realized that Mrs. Shrestha was still sitting in the same posture he had left her in. In fact, but for the street light, he might not have noticed her. Walking past her porch, Aamir avoided eye contact. 
"Hello, Mr. Acharya! Why are you so late today?", Mrs Shrestha's voice called out.Arjun greeted her reluctantly and said, "I got delayed at the office, Mrs. Shrestha. But why have you been sitting here since so long?""I am waiting for the taxi", she replied in a distant voice."Oh! Is everything all right?", asked Arjun concerned.
disclaimer : googled pic.
 Mrs. Shrestha rose from her chair and walked towards the stone banister behind which Aamir was standing. She leaned over, looked straight into his Eyes and said, "You see, I've hurt my neck and i need to get some medicine for it. Mr. Shrestha, as you know is down with fever."
 Aamir heard himself saying, "If it is urgent, I can fetch the medicine for you. "I would be grateful if you could take me to 24 hours pharmacy near the medical collage", she said.


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For a moment Aamir thought of informing Maya first. But somehow, he decided otherwise and escorted Mrs Shrestha to his car. Seeing Aamir leaving again at that hour, the watchman gave him a quizzical look while opening the gate. The drive was uneasy and cold. Whenever he looked at Mrs. Shrestha, he saw her staring ahead without any discernible emotion.
  Just when they were about to reach the pharmacy, she suddenly said, "I am sorry but can we go back now? I don't think I need the medicine now." Aamir politely asked her if she was sure she was okay, and turned back towards home. On a drive back, they didn't speak at all. The watchman readily opened the gate. After he escorted her back to her flat entrance, "Thank you so much. I troubled you unnecessarily.""Its all right Mrs. Shrestha, I hope your neck is better now", he replied."Yes, it was only this thin, reddish eruption here, which seems okay now", she said while running her finger around her neck before walking back onto the dark verandah. Aamir stepped in the elevator, mulling over the whole affair. It was last thought in his mind even as he went to the bed later.


"Get up for god's sake, get up quickly!! the police are here", said Maya in an anxious voice. Aamir woke with a start and jumped out of the bed. They opened the main door to find the inspector and several constables bustling around. "Sorry, Mr. Acharya, you had to be be woken up so early. I am inspector Ajay Gupta", the man introduced himself and said, "I believe you returned very late last night. The watch man informs me that after parking your car, you again went out and then returned after a while?", he inquired."That is correct. But is this all about inspector?" 
"You see, we want to know if you noticed anything suspicious around the Shrestha's flat when you passed by their front porch twice yesterday. You may be surprised to hear. Mr. Shrestha passed away two days ago in his bed, and Mrs Shrestha didn't inform anyone. His body was left lying in his bed, and last night around 8 pm, Mrs Shrestha committed suicide by hanging herself to the ceiling fan on the porch. Unfortunately, it seems no one noticed her hanging from there as it was quite dark", said the inspector.
Aamir felt numb shock. "When was she discovered?", he asked weakly."This morning when the daylight broke, the watchman saw her hanging from the fan. We will have to record your statement Mr. Acharya", said the inspector as he took his leave.
disclaimer : googled pic.

Many days have passed since the Shrestha's were cremated together by the residents of the building. These days, Aamir avoids getting back late at night or looking towards Shrestha's porch. The statement that the watchman gave the police nags him constantly. Watchman had narrated- "Aamir sahib came back alone in his car and then stood for a while near Shrestha's boundry wall. In a short while, I saw him driving out. Thinking that he must have forgotten something, I opened the gate. Within 10 minutes, he drove back, parked his car, went up to the entrance of the Shrestha's flat and paused for a while there, before getting into the lift. HE WAS ALONE ALL THE WHILE."
*THE END*
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Feb 23, 2011

YOUTUBE :: life in a day project.


Everyday, 6.7 billion people view the world through their own unique lens. Imagine if there was a way to collect all of these perspectives, to aggregate and mold them into the cohesive story of a single day on earth. On July 24, each one of us had 24 hours to capture a snapshot of our life on camera. We could film the ordinary -- a sunrise, the commute to work, a neighborhood soccer match, or the extraordinary -- a baby’s first steps, our reaction to the passing of a loved one, or even a marriage.
The film premiered at the 2011 Sundance Film Festival. 
visit the following link to see the snippets!!

Kevin Macdonald, the Oscar-winning director of films such as The Last King of ScotlandTouching the Void and One Day in September, then edited the most compelling footage into a feature documentary film,  executive produced by Ridley Scott, the director behind films like Gladiator, Black Hawk Down, Thelma & Louise, Blade Runner and Robin Hood.  LG Electronics is supporting “Life in a Day” as a key part of its long-standing Life’s Good campaign and to support the creation of quality online content that can be shared and enjoyed by all.
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works for me;)


     The Korean secret to curing hangovers : BACCHUS D!! Twice the caffine in Red Bull + Royal Jelly + Guaraná Extract + Nicotinamide (and other vit B complex) + Ethanol + Flavouring = Perfecto
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smiles in abundance:)

To the fren whom I can not name here.
     Though we bump into many people, few we call frens. And among those frens, few I consider like a piece in jig-saw puzzle helping me to create a bigger picture. Though I can't meet you in person but my spirit is with you. I come off as inconsiderate and rude (which you rightfully pinpoint often times), but I think only good of you and nothing-else. The sort of decision you've taken not only requires all your strength to be centered but the prospect of outcome can only scare the living daylights. But despite all those aforementioned things, right decision remains right (no matter whoever it is, saying otherwise- be it your spouse, you family, or frens). I have known you through years. Started when you were boyish and sheepish, and now to firm and responsible man. Though I can't meet you now or anytime soon, let me just remind you that "you are not alone." No good deeds goes unpunished and trust me things will work out just fine. I embody a motto that I recently heard articulated as “more time with fewer people.” For me, it’s about cultivating a small number of high quality relationships with a handful of people that I know and love. Time needed such frens of yours will stand by your side (and so will your family) because they love you for who you are and not what they think you are. And never compromise in your happiness. Learn to demand what you deserve. As I always say stay insanely happy;) and yes I will be a fren you ask of me. Simply put I will there when you need me.. either in person or spirit.. don't you ever doubt that!!


This is just a sweet reminder that the decision you've taken is right. I hope you got the answer to the question you were bugging me with. I had't quite understood  what you actually meant yesterday in our Skype chit-chat, so came off as pompous person. Do forgive. C'ya.
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Feb 22, 2011

beso <(*.*)>

..am makin' this kissing chimp my new Facebook profile pic, and yes without an authority.  if  u (meaning one who took the pic) were to find out, plz plz know its all out of love for this funky monkey!!

lips without an arch are the darkest of the dark;)
so smile-laugh-dance-shake 'em booties and kiss back the funky monkey, will ya??*wink*
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facto non verba!!

     One of my friends just came back from a long and tiring visit to Nepal. He had so many good things to say but dang, came the bad bits lil' later. I have to admit I dont't like hearing bad things about Nepal (and none of us Nepalese do), but it makes me sad that I couldn't even defend because truth be told, there is no denying that whatever he was saying were all true.

     I have to admit that I am a big complainer. But it also makes me happy to know that there are people who are doing their bits in improving and uplifting the situation in the country. I just read an article written by Samriddhi Rai who is reigning Miss Tourism Queen. I don't know her personally and neither have I followed her success closelySamriddhi Rai happened after I left Nepal and I came to know about her after I viewed her "soul sister" video which was all over my Facebook homepage. And after that, I have to admit, I kind of started stalking her (not literally but in a way a loyal admirer would do). And its the people like her who makes me want to do more than I have been doing, take one more step towards improving the life of myself and the country as a whole. I don't know wheather or not my big words will transcend into action but I will remain motivated. And its people like her who helps me staying motivated. I just wish she keeps on writing and giving us the bigger picture. Those brief snippets that she writes helps me transport away from the maelstrom of everyday life and put me into a state of calm reflection, affording me a true sense of clarity. So to say, even while we are surrounded by the usual facade of daily industry, it is always possible to separate ourselves away from the chaos, to notice the smaller details or merely to view things from a different perspective. And positive frame of perspective is all we need in Nepal because there are people who care and willing to do something. So Samriddhi Rai and those who are reading keep motivating and stay motivated.
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tight-necked!!

     Parties, funerals, formal get-togethers, etc; my one suit is getting a lot of mileage. Who decided that formal clothing needed to be uncomfortable clothing? If I, Shailesh ।।।।, were king of the universe for just one day, it’s the first decision that I’d reverse. Can't we all graduate in sweatpants and flip-flops? Can't we attend weddings and funerals in the without wearing those nooses around our neck. They might come in pretty colors and textures but all of 'em are tad too itchy and uncomfortable for me. They are pain in an ass to put on and pretty much interfere with just about everything. There I was eating an ice-cream and poof my tie has to lick it too, followed by salad, grrrrr... its ridiculous how we have to roll it over our shoulders whenever have to pee until of course if u happen to like the smell of urine. I just think that we all wear 'em because everyone else does, how fucking hilarious. Remind yourself of life's brevity. Life is just too short to go through it with tight necked. I say fuck tie and bring on something comfy;)
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Feb 21, 2011

Strangest Restaurant

Nyotaimori, Japan
“Nyotaimori” is the the Japanese tradition of eating sushi and sashimis off a perfectly still, naked woman's body. Also known as “body sushi”, these restaurants are actually very rare. However, following the body sushi tradition, Japanese invented another kind of Nyotaimori restaurant, where the body is made from edible ingredients, and it is set on an operating table, much as though in a hospital. You can “operate” in every possible way cutting the body and eating what you find inside. Be careful though as the body will bleed when you'll cut it.

for more strange restaurants go visit -- http://azweird.com/travel/5_strangest_restaurants_in_the_world-704.html
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Feb 19, 2011

Are't we all lil' devils???

     What if I tell you right now I have to ask you something. Your human instinct will browse through all the nasty and naughty things you've done recently (am just assuming all of your brain works the way mine does). Are't we all lil' devils in that way? We all are attracted to things which are seemingly dangerous and with fun element in it. Don't we ever indulge ourselves in guilty pleasures and regret later. Haven't we all enjoyed bunking classes. Haven't we all felt those established negatives namely jealousy, depression and occasional indulgence in petty arguments. No saint only sinner. But these are the things which will make your life colorful. You've got to feel what you are meant to feel. We focus so much on thinking positive that we forget its not what is important. Its feeling positive that is important. The evil part of us (evil might not be the right word here) is what balances the sunny side of us. La Bella e Vita. So, when someone says they have to ask you a question, and you think of all the bad things you've done recently; just remember we all have an unspeakable secret , an irreversible regret , an unreachable dream and an unforgettable love.
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shrestha family ambulance kanda!!

     Reminiscing the day that was. I guess the starlet of the whole event should have been hamro phucche bhai Aadarsh but due to this awesomely unforgettable event that happened lil' after Aadarsha's tonsure ceremony, he will forever be secondary to this main event. I won't write everything that happened not because its not interesting but if I do that might end up embarrassing  whole lot of people. I can only imagine what must have been going through each of our minds. Least I can say is that, we deserved every bit of it for being disobedient denizens of Kathmandu and not obliging to many Kathmandu bands that were normal as anything. But am glad it happened, we came up with this awesome story to tell and laugh about. I can barely recall who were in the ambulance with me that day but we all are thankful to Banepa ko maa for being the super actress she was and protecting us all....!!
Without her, lets just say, the story would have been much more spicier and one of us might have ended up losing an eye or a limb. Cheers Family. To the good times. Stay insanely happy guys.
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Feb 18, 2011

The Shawshank Redemption (1994)

     ”I find I'm so excited, I can barely sit still or hold a thought in my head. I think it's the excitement only a free man can feel, a free man at the start of a long journey whose conclusion is uncertain. I hope I can make it across the border. I hope to see my friend, and shake his hand. I hope the Pacific is as blue as it has been in my dreams. I hope.”
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Feb 16, 2011

Susanna's Seven Husbands



Susanna's seven husbands
Died one after the other
And left Susanna dear
In a spot of bother


She didn't miss them much
Though she missed them twice over
But getting rid was better
Than being the silent spurned lover



She loved each of them
Death still sealed their fate
Killed one after the other
And satiated Susanna's hate



Labelled a succubus, a witch
Susanna's still in the mansion
Shunned by the familiar and the stranger
Wearing out life's last session




But her spirit still burns bright
For she calls society's bluff
She isn't shunned for being thought a killer
But because she's had the last laugh



P.S.-The Ruskin Bond connection is self evident.Inspired by the short story, Susanna's Seven Husbands, by Ruskin Bond, upon which the movie Saat Khoon Maaf is based.

<<<http://moifightclub.wordpress.com/2009/11/23/ruskin-bond-writing-vishal-bhardwajs-next-the-seven-husbands-plot-details/>>>
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Feb 14, 2011

take that ♥²

Dear readers,


Valentines Day is nothing but the lamest day in the calender. It was created as a big business strategy and its creators were damn successful in commercializing it. Saint Valentine or Mr. Valentino could be nothing but a fake fictional character.V̶a̶l̶e̶n̶t̶i̶n̶e̶s̶ 1̶4̶ F̶e̶b̶


Sincerely,
Wikileaks.
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joyeux anniversaire!!



to the good times. cheers!!
     The measure of a friendship isn’t how long it lasts – it’s about the laughs, experiences and good times that you shared. Nothing can discount that or take it away. And sometimes the best way to honor the friendship is to let it flow and let it mutate overtime and accept the changes and differences. You and I (namely Mumta n' Sailes) have been a solid friend for a long time now and I intend to keep it that way. We might have had a bumpy ride during the language years, but as I mentioned things change and people change and that is what makes us and our gifted life even more interesting.


     I have always been a very rational person. I reflect a lot. What people do for or against me and how things unfold with me goes a long way and I respond accordingly. Like everybody I have had my share of mistakes and and my share of nastiness, but I have always met people who have been patient with me, taught me one or two things and added joy and color to my life. You, Mumta, are one of such people. You have been anything but patient with me. I don't believe in testing friends but you have outdone in proving how good of a friend you are to me. And in your bornday, am just letting you know that the feeling is mutual.


     Good things happen to good people (I am a big fan of KARMA theology//lol). I just hope you'd always keep on meeting right people (like me//lol) and your life is filled with joy and some more joy. And best of people don't necessarily have best of everything, but they make best use of everything they have. You are testimony to that.


     Birthdays have been such a big affair in our life and this year should me no exception. Here's wishing you another year of awesomeness. Hope things you deserve come along your way and moreover you deserve the things you get. Hope you get to do all the things you've always wanted to do. Hope you get more of tummy-aching laughter and happiness in insane doses. Hope u let go of all the people and energies which doesn't serve you highest of purpose. Hope you create  new experiences instead of reliving the old ones. Hope you let your spirit sour and let your heart sing its song. Happy bornday Mumta. This article is my gift for you. And as i would always say 'stay insanely happy':)
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Feb 12, 2011

Ramayana According To A NRN Kid!!



(Whoever wrote this bravo.. n' ya you've nut cracking pile of imagination.)A young second generation Nepali in the US was asked by his mother to explain the significance of "Diwali" to his younger brother, this is how he went about it...


     "So, like this dude had, like, a big cool kingdom and people liked him.  But, like, his step-mom, or something, was kind of a bitch, and she forced her husband to, like, send this cool-dude, he was Ram, to some national forest or something.... Since he was going, for like, something like more than 10 years or so.... he decided to get his wife and his bro along... you know...so that they could all chill out together. But Dude, the forest was reeeeal scary shit... really man...they had monkeys and devils and shit like that. But this dude, Ram, kicked with darts and bows and arrows... so it was fine.

But then some bad gangsta boys, some jerk called Ravan, picks up his babe (Sita) and lures her away to his hood. And boy, was our man, and also his bro, Laxman, pissed... all the gods were with him... So anyways, you don't mess with gods. So, Ram, and his bro get an army of monkeys... Dude, don't ask me how they trained the damn monkeys...  just go along with me, ok...

So, Ram, Lax and their monkeys whip this gangsta's ass in his own hood.... Anyways, by this time, their time's up in the forest... and anyways... it gets kinda boring, you know... no TV or malls or shit like that. So, they decided to hitch a ride back home... and when the people realize that our dude, his bro and the wife are back home... they thought, well, you know, at least they deserve something nice... and they didn't have any bars or clubs in those  days... so they couldn't take them out for a drink, so they, like, decided to smoke and shit... and since they also had some lamps, they lit the lamps also...so it was pretty cooool... you know with all those fireworks.... Really, they even had some local band play along with the fireworks... and you know, what, dude, that was the very  first, no kidding.., thatwas the very first music-synchronized fireworks... you know, like the 4th of July stuff, but just, more cooler and stuff, you know. And, so dude, that was how, like, this festival started."

(told'ya forwarded mails are fun sometimes:)
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BABY or BEER!!

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HAPPYDOM by the name of Nigeria::

“Pleasure comes from the outside, happiness from the inside.” – Remez Sasson
     Nigeria is the happiest country in the world (i read it today in one of the many burgeoning statistical reports). Yet the majority of its citizens live at the poverty level of $2/day (and yep i took the liberty of reading 'bout Nigeria in wiki). They’re not rich, educated or well traveled. They aren’t sky diving, swimming with dolphins, flying around in private jets, getting a thai massage or showering under waterfalls. But they are happy.
     Could it be that advertisers have steered us wrong? That our ability to enjoy life isn’t truly amplified with fancy cars, 5-story homes, picture perfect body, supermodel looks, prada gucci or skin that never sags? I won’t pretend to be wise enough to know for sure.
     But if any of us hope to discover why Nigerians are the happiest people in the world, then I think we need to recognize that which we seek, we already must contain. Its not about the things we have, its about how we see them. Its all perspective. So if you think you are unhappy, how about trying to re-adjust the perspective. We eye on the green grass over the fence just so much that we forget that the people over the fence are eying on ours. Just the thought here.
     Happiness comes from within.
     So here’s my question to you, how do you unlock it?
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Feb 11, 2011

bittersweet!!

yo pple!!
I was experimenting with the blog's settings yet again. I guess, I overdid it. I lost all the facebook likes u guys hit. I know its silly, but am lil' sad :'(.. But on the brighter note, as of now the blog have had 1000 visitors. I didn't plan it that way but what the hell; it makes me happy to know that pple are actually reading what i am writing (as pathetic as it might be), and to top it all my blog is only 20 days old *teehee*
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Feb 10, 2011

my 18th day as a blogger:)

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Feb 9, 2011

not fair// sniff sniff :'(

 
     To the bestest fren i ever had. To all those mischiefs, all those high-school fun n' fooling around. To all those stories too embarrassing to be shared here.We shall meet soon. Teehee Samixya, to our frenship that still amazingly is as strong as anything:)//
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Feb 8, 2011

i stumbled upon//

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"awahk, awahk, NEPALESE are the coolest?"

jomsom, nepal.
Nepal...  where parents get our ears pierced when we are a mere toddler, where farmers usually have traditionally made tattoo, where teetotaler is a retard (drink u must), where dancing and singing are strictly taken after get-together's, where pple play cricket on road- protest on road- set mimi shops on road- hold wedding procession on road- hold death procession on road, dang n' so much more, where tea is an absolute necessity, where pple actually go hustle-bustle and traffic rule is a foreign word, where beggars are fancy and where you have to get in line for almost everything (even to pay your tax), where pple know all the movie songs but not the national anthem, where sound of the bells and the dog's bark is tad too normal, where people are totally laid-back and will prolly run late at their own wedding, where everybody is a doctor (supp with everybody suggesting the meds), where pple are happy despite all the problems!! "awahk, awahk, aren't we the coolest?"
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Feb 6, 2011

placid n' deceptive!!

roads cud be deceptive......i didnt knw tht as well....but me along with 3 of ma buddies had to re-adjust our perspective....placid roads can have predators.......bitter cold winter can give u pleasures......crowded places can b disturbingly calm.......and so called city hub can trouble u in da ways more than u can imagine<<<wang ba>>.....so hit da road at da strangest possible times.....am sure u will hav ur share of surprises.......:-)
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Feb 5, 2011

dingy n' dirty!!

....if we look dingy and dirty pardon us// what u see are the sleep-deprived pple// walking all day..eating all those "hen la cai"..and singing till wee hours of the morning..and for a change my ri'ben (meaning japanese) neighbour didn't complain:P// we might be at our dirtiest best but we are also the happiest souls here..(19th dec '10)
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a search for souls

     My eyes opened, to see Kathmandu soften in the early morning rain. Stretching I gazed out of my bedroom window, the cold and the wet outside making me languid as I lay under my toasty covers. I loved this view and for the past one and half years i.e. since my collage life started, I've loved waking up to it.


I literally had to push myself to get off the bed in the cold december especially after week long enjoyment of sports week. I some how did manage to get up then hurriedly got myself cleaned and rushed to the collage. On the way i could see the news-vendors shivering in the cold and everybody busy in their morning chores. I could hear conductors yelling at the top of their voice "Ratnapark Ratnapark, dai jane ho? aaunu euta seat khali cha". I had always thought about these boys and no wonder i was doing the same that very day.


As i was crossing the bridge, struggling the cold and the ever increasing odour from the so called holy river, I met her. I found the whole situation rather fishy. In that particular moment itself I could feel whirlpool of things. I was filled with the feelings of anxiety, curiosity and irritability all together. Most of all, I suddenly felt cold fear dripping down on my back and I hoped against hope. Now she was much closer and I could see her approaching me. She hesitantly walked towards me, expecting me to say or do something -- not realizing that, for me even to say hello would be too much effort at that moment. I struck my hand for a lightening fast shake and drawled blandly, "hello Pooja, what a surprise." without waiting for answer, i moved forward and mumbled over my shoulder for her to watch me going...
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     THE HISTORY :: I met Pooja in the school. I knew, from the start, we were going to be great friends. But, the electricity I felt coursing through by body with just a look or touch, never let me be 100% comfortable around her. Our friendship changed gears and escalated to another level. The first time we kissed. I can't quite explain how I felt, but I can tell you that, when my hand slid behind her and pulled her closer, as our lips touched my soul miraculously reached out of me to hold her. I could have let go and yet we would not have been apart. I lost something that day more than just my heart.

     But things got complicated and i skipped the institution (i.e. school to collage) not long after I stopped calling her, cowardly I know, but I decided I wanted to stay in one piece than to try and brave it out to the end, only to find I can' make it. So I put time and distance between us. I told myself I am worth a lot more than this two-minded fool and two faced beauty who couldn't figure out whether or not she cared for me and I let her go...
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     Yes, I did let go but until I met her on the bridge that day. I met her very next day too. After a fake salutations and a cold handshake we shared between us I walked away. I thought to myself why could she just not let ourselves without each other in our lives. But then I remembered that kiss and how I had felt about my soul out of my body. The fact I my soul is still with her, indeed. For hours, I sat in my balcony counting the stars that night, unwilling to think or to dream that I could be with my soul once again. I remembered all the pain and the times that she said she cared but had forgotten to add "only for a while." I wasn't going to give in, I had no guarantees that it wasn't going to be any different. Making up my mind, I stormed to call her.


         "Pooja, I am sorry but I don't think we should talk or see each other again."

     With that I thought I ended the relationship (which had no specific name), only to remorse later. I questioned, "why would i even bother calling her, after all we were all out of touch." Besides this callers remorse the fact that i still remembered her phone number left me pondering and exasperated. That remained unanswered  or rather I only thought what I wanted to.


     Life turned, I must admit, bleak. I would bump into Pooja sometimes on the same spot but would never say anything to each other. Once, she began to speak but at last she turned and walked away.


     I would reach home, ponder all those awkward meeting we would have. I could figure what work brought her to the place near my home, Kupandole. Curiosity got better of me and I called a common friend of ours, "Rahul , supp? this is Shailesh calling." we talked for a while. I figured that Pooja would come there on the bridge everyday just to meet me. Rahul told her the time I would pass through that bridge.


     "why didn't you tell me this before, u dick?"...
     "....its b'coz she asked me not to tell you ....she wants a second chance with you."


     She was afraid that if he told me, she would not get the second chance. She came to Kupandole just for me.  After I hung up, I sat there for a while and thought there is only one thing for me to do now. I walked into her room. I apologized for not reciprocating the feelings. She apologized too for not understanding my love for her while in school. We gave each other a hug and there I felt something different. I'VE GOT HER SOUL, I THOUGHT. I'VE GOT HER SOUL....!!!!
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Feb 4, 2011

....that we are not alone!!

     We dream of hope, we dream of change, of fire, of love, of death. happens; the dream becomes real, and the answers to this quest, the need to solve life's mysteries finally shows itself, like the glowing light in the new dawn. So much struggle for meaning, for purpose and in the end we find only in each-other our shared experience of the fantastic and the mundane. The simple human need to find a kindred, to connect and to know in our hearts....
that we are not alone!! (heroes)
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