Sunday, July 15

Fatal Attraction

Hey all u beautiful people! wazzzupp...

Do u believe in astrology? My mum went to dis pandit whom she trusts fully (unfortunately, he alwes says bad stuff), n she hapnd to drag me alongwid her... He said quite a few horrifyin thins abt both of us, which resultd in a drab n sad evenin... its nt dyin dat scares any1 half as much as d knowledge of whn u'll die! but well, mum says better forewarned dan sorry...

However, I do kno for a fact dat these arent d happiest of days for me... especially last wkend which was surely d worst in all d moons i'v seen... I lost my wallet, I dropd my cel in a tub of water n i also managd to break my chappals in d middle of d street... optimists can ignore d above (hehe,NOW i say dat!) n read d followin : i shopd a lot, got a pair of jeans n lotsa tshirts n of curz some new footwear...
Newes, bac to our dose of masala n relationships...
His name was Thyagarajan, but everyone knew him as Tyagi. He workd for an advertising firm, in d finance dept. Tall and handsome (surprisingly, not dark), Tyagi had a cool sense of dressin n a casual attitude which made ppl either like him or think he was a snob... But the fact remains, women fell for him, and he humored them... He wasnt really interestd in them... No, he was interestd in Ravi from d marketing dept...

Ravi was a bubbly, cute teenager who had recently joind Ad-hoc (yeah dat was d name of d agency). He was goodlooking in a kiddish kinda way; complete wid acne n twinkling eyes alwes on d lookout for fun n pranks. Noone knows wat drove Tyagi to Ravi. But they got introducd n startd chattin on a regular basis. Discussin bzness gave way to sharin personal problems, n soon the entire unit knew thm as "good pals". They liked eachother n enjoyd eachother's company. Dint mean it was meant to last though...

Tyagi popd d Q : Wud Ravi like to go out wid Tyagi? Ravi was shockd, he responded wid a polite "I'm not one of those types, Sir". Life went on as usual, both still shared a good rapport... Until Ravi startd dating Shikha from the finance (Tyagi's) dept. The minute Tyagi heard of it, he cut off all contacts wid Ravi. He stopd buzzin him n chattin wid him, dint even reply to his voicemails n msgs. Ravi wasnt happy wid dis turn of events. He really liked Tyagi, but he shared a wonderful n satisfyin relation wid Shikha... Another gud frenship down d drain...

Q : Any guesses y Tyagi backd off so suddenly? Was it bcoz he dint want to mess wid Shikha's feelins, was it coz he cudnt c Ravi wid sum1 else, or was sumthin else botherin him?

Friday, July 13

Melancholy Mirth

Hello People...

Yeah, I kno its been quite long, but I've been quite bz... work n coll n assignments n family... but its been a highly interesting week... I've grown a yr older (duno if any wiser!)... But d saddest fact is I dint receive even a SINGLE present :-( only flowers (lovely roses all u kind folks!), but not a single gift to unwrap... cakes, yes... they're still in my fridge, so evry1 wid a sweet tooth can jus drop in for a bite (provided ur carryin a gift). hehe ;-) u can c jus how old n mature i've turned... n yes, i also complete a yr as a language trainer, so cheers! its been an awesome experience, n m very very glad i got dis opportunity :-)

Well, enuf abt myself... let d story go on!!! We're gona meet sum1 who luvs to b hated, n is a merry volunteer of d "i'm victimizd" brigade... enjoy...

Hamid cald himself a victim; a victim of ill-fate, a victim of injustice, a victim of unhappiness. He claimd ppl used him n dumpd him. He said nobody cared for him. N so he deservd his weekly dose of alcohol... week after week after week.


He saw himself as a messiah of sorts; sum1 who did thins for others widout expectin anythin in return. He went outa his way (as per his view) to help others n they very carelessly flung him away widout a hint of gratitude or concern. So, to get over this "traumatized state", Hamid drank. Drank till he got sloshd n dint know his left hand from his right... Beer, vodka, whisky, rum... He was 22, and d only wkend he rememberd whn he was sober, was whn his grandmum expired n he had to stay home wid his family. D rest of his Saturdays n Sundays went in a sort of haze whr all he cud recall was sittin down wid a bottle of alcohol wid his frens...Thn all was fun n merriment. They danced n laughd n went for drives n did crazy thins as young boys r wont to do. Their partying carried on well unto dawn, at which time Hamid would either stay with his friends or wonder of wonders, manage to get to his bedroom. 2 nites outa 7, dis is wat Hamid did. The remaining 5 nites, Hamid spent touring and travelling across the state for his father's bzness.


Lately, the bzness hadn't been doing well. And a time came when his dad had to shut shop and hamid had to search for a job outside. The family moved to a smaller apartment. Though his parents had some savings, Hamid still had to earn well to get his 3 younger sisters educated and married (His dad decided to retire). Hamid took up a salesman's job with a detergent company. His salary was decent, and when money matters got difficult, he borrowd from someone. This dint stop him from maintaining his "2 nites a week" schedule. After all, he reasoned, cudnt he hav dis one pleasure for life???

Q : Do u think Hamid's life will ever change? How?

Thursday, July 12

Smooth Operator

Hey ppl!
Glad to c u bac!

Wonder y thr r so many donkeys teemin around d city, mebe its d rains… N they really seem to like Senapati Bapat Road, sprawled out like princes (and princesses), blockin d traffic. Well, I don’t hav anything against donkeys (unless they enter my parkin n start peeing, which they did last week! Dint know wat was rainwater and wat was u-kno-wat… Ughhhh!)

Newes, hope u liked d Bijli story and put in ur valuable comments, here’s d next one…
The celfone beeped.
1 new text message.
“U wudnt know at u mean 2 me. I’ll never give u up”

Samira dint kno how to interpret dis msg. No, her language abilities weren’t bad. But she certainly was confusd when it came to Balwant. He was witty, smart, successful and quite good-looking. Not exactly her definition of handsome, but wat the hell, she wasn’t planning to either date or marry him…

But she cudn’t get him off her mind either. She luvd his smooth, suave attitude. She enjoyd talking to him and looked forward to meetin him. But he had this annoyin habit of disappearin every few days, not respondin to msgs, not callin up, jus vanish widout a trace. He said he traveled a lot on business and even when in d city, his work hardly left him a free moment. When he finally resurfaced, he wud release his charm and apologiz wid words of mush n care; this invariably melted Samira’s heart and they got bac to their chattin n callin routine.

They were schoolmates, he a year senior to her. But they had only spoken once (he wantd to know who playd basketball better – Neha or Radha). After graduation, they went their separate ways and unexpectedly banged into each other one cold winter evening. This time, Balwant was a changed man. The reserved and shy senior had become a fine young man, one who dint lose time in takin down a pretty gal’s contact details. Samira dint kno whether to believe his “I’ve alwes been attracted to u but cudnt tell u” story… But she liked him too… And the rest is history…

Samira cud never make out wat Balwant actually wantd. He cud b as cute as a puppy, entirely at her mercy, and he cud b a wily alligator who dint care a damn about anybody but himself. He praisd her and teasd her, seduced her even. But she wasn’t amused. She liked clear labels for everythin and every relation, and her interaction wid Balwant jus dint fall under any particular category. “Lets keep it at dat”, she thot, “who knows till when dis will last…”
Q : Is Balwant one of the street smart romeos u see so often or do u think he genuinely has a thin for Samira? On a scale of 1-5 (1 is frenship n 5 is luv), how wud u rate Samira's feelins for Balwant?

Friday, July 6

Bitter Chocolate

Hey people!

For those of u who r interested, yep, it did rain d other day, n i did manage to get wet ridin home ;-)

I've been thinkin about writin character sketches for some time. These could be people I know and they could be people I've never met. It could be you or ur neighbour. Anybody... or mebe nobody... And wat follows is a Q... which YOU need to answer...
Bijli is a self-proclaimed egoist. A fighter from d start, she has nobody she could call a true friend, She stays with her family, but even thr she feels unwanted and disliked. All her life, she had been trying to score a point wid her frens, colleagues, family, even strangers. But all she felt as she sat down after a day's work was dissatisfaction, irritation, anger and pity... Pity for herself... She did her best to be on good terms wid ppl... but they sumhow never lasted long enuf... Mebe bcoz of her expectations which ppl labeld 'high' or mebe due to her razor sharp tongue... But she was a good person at heart, willin to do watever required to help others. Her long lost "frens" could alwes count on her to lend a listenin ear and give a sensible take on issues related to any aspect of their lives. Her family respected her for her clear-minded opinions and practical suggestions. But all this dint endear her to anyone, rather not in d way she wanted it to...

Bijli (which means "lightning") is an ambitious, single and independent woman. She enjoys d gud thins in life and appreciates the goodness in others. She is an expert at multi-tasking and hates laziness and procrastination. She keeps her deadlines and honours her promises. She is very candid about everythin dat is gud or bad, and she has an opinion on EVERY thin, which invariably annoys ppl. So well, dats dat... She wants to do wat she wants and she wants to do a lot of thins which ppl and society may nt approve of... But she doesnt really care. Unfortunately, her parents do... As of now, she works day shifts in a BPO and is confused whether she wants to get married or not. Nobody seems to undstd her or her needs and she doesn't know whr she's headed in life...
Q : Where do u think Bijli goes wrong in her behaviour? How can she make and keep good frens for life? How can she make her family see her as sumthin mo dan jus a cribbin fire-spittin grandma?