Tagged: Seven Random Things

The breezy wind in the air brought a tag which landed on my lap send by Rohini. I have to write seven random things and am wondering where to start and what to write. After scratching my head for a long time I decided to write about instances right from birth to now except for the last one.

Here are the seven random things about me:

I When I was born, I was the only boy to be born in the hospital that day and when I was growing up, I was told by the sisterhood clan that I was adopted (that I almost believed) which I later came to know was not the case.

II I had my first crush when I was in fourth grade to a girl two years older than me, it was only later that I realized I had a crush on her. I just kept staring at her foolishly when I saw her for the first time.

III The only time honesty paid when I went to my Hindi teacher and told her that I had received more marks in the answer paper than it accounted for. She then told me to consider it was a “reward” for I have been honest enough to come forward and tell her.

IV During the first day of college, I went and sat next to second year students, made friends. It was only later that I came to know that I was sitting in the wrong class and moved to the right one, before the lecture began.

V I happened to mimicked the managers during one of the shifts as part of the celebrations carried out. The news spread like fire and the managers whom I mimicked asked me for a repeat performance. One of them actually took place in one of the rooms where the manager was conducting interviews and the other in the department with a larger audience. One should have seen the look on my face.

VI As of now I have been involved in three accidents involving cycle, bike and car. Strangely I have ended up getting badly hurt in the cycle accident. In fact I carry the scars. The cause of the accident: Over speeding and failure of brake :)

VII I like to keep in touch with people. I make it a point to stay in touch with them; with whom I share a zeal for life. I don’t understand people staying out of touch with whom they share their happier times. I can never do that. I need people around me.

The tag can be picked by anyone who think they are up for it, are you?

To Do List

I am not sure what I would do without a to-do list. Apparently I started using it when all kinds of deadlines were looming over my head. Now I cannot see my life without it. A workaholic life is pretty chaotic without it. So here I am sharing my to do list which I intend to complete:

• Getting a Tattoo (Two actually, one of the tiger that you see and another of the ying yang)

• Grow Long Hair (I would have done it earlier, but I have been warned that if I ever do it my long locks would be chopped off, still I am taking the risk)

• Keeping Beard for a year (I am pretty lazy when it comes to shaving; God only knows how I drag myself to get a shave.)

• Stop Giving Advice (I realize that most of the times people just want you to listen and don't really want to know what they should do. Still its a habit and I give it only when I think its important)

• Learning Guitar (Its been almost 6 years that I just dreamed about learning it and never came close to it. Call it a workaholic’s hazard, tend to pay little attention to life outside work. The close I came to play is an Air Guitar)

• Travel to Cambodia (I am interested in seeing those ancient temples of Angkor Wat and learn about the history. Hope to visit the place by next year)

P.S.: So do you have any to do list to share? BTW moved the Human Psyche series to the Freedom blog. It took quite a time to post the third one. Hope you like what you read.

One Night Stand

“I am leaving now. Take care”. She said and left as Vinay saw her go away. He was trying to recover from what had just happened. The sheets partially covered his naked body as he sat on the bed.

It was one of those days when Vinay was partying with his friends when he saw her sitting alone at one of the corners of the bar, having a drink by herself. He was mesmerized by her pretty cute face. He left his friends behind and sat next to the girl; ordered the same drink she was having.

They started talking, one thing led to another and then he found himself making love to her. They often meet and ended up wounding in the bed.

Today happened to be their sixth meeting. Soon after their act reached the climax, the girl looked at Vinay and told him “I think its time we stop seeing each other”. “Why was I not good enough?” He said jokingly. “I am serious. I am going to get married in three weeks and we need to stop seeing each other from now onwards”

“Marriage. You are getting married? When were you planning to tell me?” He asked. “Now” she replied. “What about us?” “There was never an ‘us’. You and I both know why we were in this” she said as she got up and started getting dressed.

“You mean, you never had any feelings for me?” he asked her as she combed her hair in front of the mirror. She looked at him and said “No never though I had a wonderful time with you” with a smile on her face.

She kissed him on his lips for the last time and said “I am leaving now. Take care” and left. Vinay sat on the bed dejected. The only thing he was left with was the feeling of being used…

Darna Zaroori Hain

I have been part of many ghost story telling groups. I loved the group for telling stories that were mostly true and about places that one knew.

My first such group happen to be the family as a kid. It was in the native place where all the children would gather and sit around the entrance of the cowshed in the dark and a cousin or sister would narrate the stories which sometimes were from books. If the story was not scary the surrounding certainly was. The native house is built in the mountains secluded where there are no neighbors nearby and sometimes the silence can be deafening.

Imagine what would happen if one has wake up in the middle of the night and has to pay a visit to the toilet which was built a few paces away from the house with a torch in hand to show the way.

The second group included building friends where we even went ahead and tried calling the spirits through the Ouija board which did not worked out sadly. I came across the third group when I started working. The stories rocked and they were of places that I knew.

We would switch off all the lights except the one where we formed a circle and used to tell stories to each other. I too told a few. One of the incidents that I recall is that after having the ghost story session, we all left for the canteen except for one girl who decided to stay back alone in the night. Sometime later we saw her running towards us; she seemed to have got scared staying alone. The men’s loo was supposed to be haunted, but I never saw anything when I was alone.

The fourth group formed when I ended up working on weekend’s night. One particular incident though had me in splits.

There were four of us from one process and two other (a guy and girl) from another who were seated away from us. They did the shifts for a long time before ours started. The girl’s workstation was next to the window and we had heard talks about her seeing someone outside window. She would never stay back alone even if the colleague went for a loo break.

The four of us started talking about ghost stories and then roped in the guy from the other process too, while the girl was at her workstation. He had a lot of personal experiences in this area. We called the girl to join too which she did later on. After sometime as the story telling came to a halt, the girl went back to her workstation. She was about to sit when the lights over her workstation flickered for a moment. The lights in the department would remain switched off except for the area where we worked was kept on (we kind of liked this arrangement instead of having all the lights switched on).

After that she ran like hell screaming “MUMMY” as we watched her coming towards us. We all were laughing while droplets of tears came out of her eyes. A sight I still remember!!

Somehow I feel that I have imbibed the principle of “Darna Mana Hain” though I do feel that one in a while “Darna Zaroori Hain”. What do you think?

P.S. The post was not sponsored by RGV, I won’t mind if he showed me the money. Thought this post would be apt after trying my hand at a horror fiction. The horror movies of today’s time suck big time.