The Perfect Crime — I

“Can you take us there?” Inspector Sushil sitting in front of Milind asked him. Milind, who appeared stoned, nodded his head in affirmative.

As they reached his residence, Milind opened the door and guided them to his bedroom. They found the knife with blood dripping from its tip on the floor kept beside the bedroom cabinet near to where the women’s body lied with the sheets soaked in blood.

As the photographer started taking pictures of the crime scene, Inspector Sushil Patil took aside Milind and asked him “Why did you do it?” Milind who appeared numbed and lost said “She was going to leave me for another man”.

They took him under custody and placed him in the prison cell for murdering his wife.

As news of the murder broke out, his family came to know of the incident and both his mother Shanta and sister Mridula rushed to the police station. They were both guided to the cell where he was kept in holding.

He was sitting in a corner in the jail uniform, with his head down. “Milind, are you okay?” asked her mother as she caught the sight of him followed by Mridula. “Tell me, tell me. I know you could never do such a thing. Why would you do it?” she kept asking him as he stood in front of them with his head down. Tears flowed through her eyes seeing her son in distraught.

“Please don’t cry Amma. Please don’t” said Milind in a lowly voice. “Please tell me that you did not kill Chaitra, I know you won’t do it” she said to him as she begged to give her an answer.

He had none, as he stood mute in front of them with his eyes gazing down even as his mother held his hands through the jail bars. “Milind, I don’t think you are in a position to talk but we will do whatever we can to free you” said Mridula offering him support.

“Please don’t. I have committed a crime and need to be punished for it”. “Why would you do it? What had happened between the two of you that you took such a step?” Mridula questioned him which was followed by silence.

Seeing no response from him, she decided to leave as she held her mother who was heartbroken.

Few days later, a constable comes at his cell and takes him to the interrogation room where Sushil was waiting for him.

“How are you doing” he asked Milind who was seated in front of him who appeared better than earlier. “Fine” he replied.

“I have called you here to inform you that knowing that you have confessed to kill your wife, we have come across evidence that she had died before you stabbed her with a wife”

To be continued.....

P.S. I am tried my hand at writing a story. Trust its not that easy to write a long one especially when you don't have time or find yourself lost.

Anyways, I did complete one and sharing it out here. Please do read and give your honest feedback. Good, Bad (I'll try to take it under my stride) but please do :)

My Dad My Hero

“Papa, I want you to show something” Shantanu said as his tiny hands tried to hide it behind his back. 

Chintan looked at his innocent face and asked “What is it beta?” A sheet of paper came out of his back as he handed over to him to look at it.

It was the drawing of Chintan flexing his muscles while young Shantanu stands away from him with a big smile and saying “My Dad My Hero” in big lettered words.

Joy showed up on his face even as Shantanu looked at him and asked “Do you like it?” He took him on his arm and said “I love it” as he kissed him on his forehead.

“Dad, you pay the man his money back”. “I don’t like any one screaming at you”. He watched his son speak and moved his hand across his hair and hugged him tight. “Yes I will. I will pay him back”.

Earlier in the day, Shantanu was playing with his friends in the compound when they heard the commotion of a man screaming.

They went to investigate the noise and found one of the men accompanying Shantanu’s dad screaming at him.

“I want it back. I do not want any excuses. Next time I won’t be alone, there will be more people and I will beat the shit out of you” he yelled at the top of his voice.

Shantanu watched the whole fiasco and hid behind the tall child as his father looked at their direction, stood there for a moment and then walked inside.

That night as Chintan put Shantanu to sleep; he could not help getting touched by his kid’s gesture. He vowed to himself that he would become the hero he wanted him to be.

Movies

Tabu’s narration at the end of the Chandini Bar movie caught one off-guarded when she narrates her plights of her son becoming a criminal and her daughter a bar dancer something that she did not foresee. What she desired was to give them a normal life away from the world of crime and bar dance but it was not meant to be.

Anyone who has watched Chandni Bar could not have overcome the emotions on how situations played spoiler in her children future from one she had envisioned.

The movie had quite an impact and yes I really thought and still do that it had the chances of winning the Oscars.

Movies have such an enigma to it that it makes you laugh, cry, love and angry too probably all at the same time too.

Do you know that movies have magic that takes you in a world of cinema that is projected on the screen making them larger than life?

One is reminded of their first crush while watching the movie Shaala, where the boy looks at the girl being cautious of not getting caught and watches her which brings sheer joy to him. The way they exchanged glances would only make his heart beat go faster.

Movies need no language to convey its message but the portrayal of emotions through its story and characters. 

During the transit of the three and half hours or less journey, one is taken to the beautiful locales of the world which some of us can only imagine while some plan to take a trip.

Movies have such a strong presence that sometimes scenes from the movie can evoke emotions from within. Like the movie Anand, wherein Rajesh Khanna passes away and Amitabh Bachchan says he cannot die and then the voice from the tape echoes “Babu moshai zindagi aur maut uparwale ke hath hai jahapana, jise na aap badal sakte hain na main. Hum sab to rangmanch ki kathputliyan hain jiski dor us upar wale ke haathon main hai. Kab, kaun kahan uthega ye koi nahin janta”.

Songs form an eternal part in Indian movies without which they are incomplete. One can find a song dedicated to all kinds of festive occasions apart from the romantic/sad/item/naach gaana ones. What is essential in a movie is to dedicate a song to the movie title. 

Like all good things, movies too come to an end that makes us get up from our seat and enter back to the realms of our reality outside the theatre. A good movie always leaves you in awe and kindles a spark within that makes you do something that you yearned for or leaves an afterthought that stays with you throughout your lifetime. 

Has watching any movie had such an impact on you? If yes please share :)

Bollywood And The 100cr Club

Watching Dhoom 3 got me thinking….

Either the film makers think they can get away by showing a movie which has the actors, location, songs, action and supposedly a story to make it work or think the audience won’t notice the sloppy story plot in the backdrop of what the movie offers.

The way one hears about the movie crossing the Rs. 300 crore in box office collections makes one really wonder if you would still call it a good movie given the pot holes in the story plot which looked as part of the crater from the moon.

Movies like these actually makes one wonder about the ride that the audiences are taken into that fails to give you the satisfaction and value for money. Hope you are not the one who bought the tickets at Rs. 900. My heart goes out for you…

When people buy movie tickets, they wish to be enthralled in a world of cinema that capture their imagination by surprise but leave them with the feeling of happiness, sad, humor and engaging the curiosity of their minds by deliberating over the movie while leaving the theatres and thereafter. 

A movie that stays with the audiences long after it’s moved away from the multiplexes for its story, picturization, dialogues or simply for its humor reminds one how good the movie was.

Sadly the recent spate of movies would hardly make any recollection down the years. Though there have been movies that break these barriers but they certainly are very few.

It seriously makes one wonder if enough attention is paid to the basic need of the movie that will draw attention of the audience if the story of the movie is given its space.

Remaking of hit or old movies is certainly not the way to go and will certainly not help sustain the hindi film industry in the long run.

A series of dabba movies will only make the audiences more choosy before deciding to buy a ticket to watch a movie.

Hope there is a change in the trend in the upcoming movies for this year.

The Year That Was

With each passing of the year one realizes how fast time flies by. Another year gone by and I am counting the days as the end of the year comes by.

The year marks a lot of personal highs and lows too. Work wise it’s good given that I am a recovering workaholic.

I still don’t get it when it comes to personal chores I am lazy and unwillingly to move but when it comes to work I will be following up for so many things giving people a hard time.

The learning has been tremendous both personally and professionally.

Change has been an endeavor of mine for a long time but it’s not easy to accommodate and adjust to change. It takes time and is definitely not easy.

Had my own goals which I followed to the din but now have given up on them and going with the flow of life. Living life as it comes. Understand that there is something called fate/karma. Que sera sera.

It’s when you start holding things too tightly to yourself that you forget what others have to give and things may not be as it seems. Letting go of fears and getting out of the comfort zone is to explore the side that one does not know about them.

As each year passes by, time goes by and we look back and wonder if things could have been different. Then again no one can change the past but only the present and the future.

So live wisely…

Going Strong

It was my curiosity that got me to blogging. As I wondered what should be my first post.

It began with the topic of name and as I published it six years ago, kept checking on the pages now and then for comments to come across.

The only one comment that I got for the post got me excited and from there on begin the journey of writing for which there has been no looking back.

Though there were times wherein I wondered if I can write or was it just a figment of my imagination. The comments that have been received states otherwise and I am grateful to you to make me think otherwise J

Six years!! A pretty long time. When I look back but it has been more than a space than to express my thoughts and share it with you to ponder upon.

Thank you for making the journey worthwhile and look forward to the same in the future.

Indifference

It was a lazy Sunday for Subhash who got up late in the morning after Vaishali’s constant nagging to get up. He opened the main door to pick up the newspaper lying there.

As he started reading the headlines, one got his attention. The headline “Man killed in preventing robbery” caught his attention. He feared if what he was thinking was true. His wife Vaishali sat beside him with the tray carrying cup of tea for both of them.

Seeing his colorless face, she asked “what happened? why do you look so pale, has something bad taken place?”.

Keeping his newspaper aside he took a sip from his tea. He did not know how to begin, but he had to tell her. “You know last night Mrs Motwani’s chain was robbed by two thugs on a bike” “You are talking about that thick, long gold chain that she keeps wearing all the time”. She asked “yes that was it” he replied. “How did you come to know about that?” She enquired.

“I happened to meet her while coming home and it took place right after I left her” “Did something else happen too? You look worried”, she said wondering what was troubling him. 

“A man got killed it’s in the papers” he said showing her the newsprint.  She took the paper in her hands and started reading it. After a few minutes, she pulled her head out of papers and said “it says that the woman who was robbed ran away and there was no witness who was coming forward to report the same” “Yes, as the man got stabbed, she ran away in an auto” he said. “How can someone be so insensitive? The least she could do was to help him; after all he was trying to help her”. She said getting enraged. “Did you do try to save him?” expecting him to reply.

“I could not, by the time I reached near his body, crowd had gathered and he was already dead. No was willing to take him to a hospital or else he could have been saved” he replied somewhat dishearten. 

“These are bad times we are living in today; nobody comes forward to help others due to fear of legal hassles. Nobody does anything unless it happens to them” she said sadly. The reaction was expected from her as being a social activist, seeing people’s apathy infuriated her to no end.

The phone began ringing when Subhash was taking a short nap in the afternoon. After picking up the receiver, Subhash kept listening and said yes. He soon kept it down and made another call. He asked the caller to call out Vaishali and had exchanged a few words with her. She was away at a neighbor’s house where all the ladies of the building had gathered for a get-together. Soon after, Vaishali was back at home. 

“What happened, I was having such a good time”. She said keep her head on his shoulder. “I got a call from the police station” he said to her. “They have told me to come down there for an inquiry regarding the incident”. “How did they come to know you were there?” she asked shockingly.

“I don’t know about that, will come to know once I go there”. “Can I also come with you?” she asked? “No, I’ll manage it, I might come late don’t know how long this would take”.

The police station was a stone throw away from Subhash house. As he entered the police station, he could sense a strange kind of silence in there, which made him wary.

He was told to wait till the sub-inspector comes in. The sub-inspector came in after some time. He asked the constable who gave him a file for approval. “Saheb, we had him called for inquiry in the M.G. road robbery case” pointing his hand towards Subhash. “Okay” came the reply. 

“I am sub-inspector Omkar Patil” he said moving his hand forward, Subhash reciprocated his gesture. “We came to know that you were present when the victim Rajiv Sharma got killed while preventing the robbery on Saturday evening on M.G. road” he said looking straight into his eyes.

“Yes I was there” Subhash said not knowing what to expect. “Here is the visiting card that we found on the scene of crime”. He took the card from the sub-inspector’s hand and then realized it was the same card that he had given to Mrs. Motwani. 

“Are the robbers caught?” he asked as curiosity got to him. Omkar gave him a glance and said “they will be if people come forward and let us know who they were and how they look”.

“Anyways, you tell me in detail what you saw that evening”. Subhash told everything he knew. “Can you tell me something about how they look?” He remembered the face of the person riding the bike as he had wore a headband and told the police about the same. 

“That’s great”. Omkar said with a smile. “We will call you again and have a sketch drawn with the help of our artist and if need be we will also call you up to identify the accused”. Subhash was okay with that as he felt he should be fulfilling his social obligation. “Also if we do catch him, you will have to testify in the court as you are the sole witness in the case” said Omkar who kept staring at him, expecting a reply from him. 

Lone witness!!! Subhash had found himself caught off-guard when he heard about that. “Sole witness, there were so many people there, did no one came forward?” he asked.

“Nobody likes to be involved in these things, as they think the system would make their life miserable. They turn a blind eye to incidents like these and then if the police are not able to find the accused they blame it on our sluggishness”.

“If people like you come forward to help us catch the thugs, we would more than happy to see them behind the bars” said the sub-inspector who seemed to be venting out his ire on public’s apathy. Subhash understood his plight and then made his way back home.

“How did everything go?” Vaishali asked him as she gave him a glass of water. “It was okay, I might be called again to draw a sketch of the robbers and probably to identify him” he said. 

It turned out to be a quiet a day for Subhash who switched on the television to divert his attention. The news channel flashed the news how a man who tried to save a women got killed in the process of preventing it. 

It caught his attention and he increased the volume to listen. The image on the screen moved in to show the crying wife of Rajiv Sharma who was inconsolable. The reporter told how the family that includes his wife and six-month old baby and an old mother to look after lost their only bread winner of the family. A tragedy had taken place and it would take time to overcome it. They don’t know what the future hold for them?

The public’s apathy was very discomforting as hardly anyone came forward to provide information about the incident. The lady whom the victim was trying to save from getting robbed is refusing to say anything on it and has not filed any complaint. 

Tells a lot about the kind of society we live in today. A society without conscience. That was the parting shot of the reporter.

The whole incident had left Subhash shaken. 

Here was a man who was trying to do something right, and here we are trying to disassociate ourselves from being a part of it. Was this a wake-up call, to fulfill our duties as a humanitarian and listen to our inner voice? Only time will tell, as he penned these thoughts in his dairy and switched the lights off.

The Misfit

Very recently one of my close friends confided into me how he sometimes finds himself at loss of words during an argument even when he knows he is right.

He could think of the wittiest words that he could have said to the other person post the argument. It stands true for most of us wherein words fail us when we need it the most.

 He also informed how he was trying hard to adapt to the reality where he has found himself taken for a ride for being a nice guy. It made me wonder if we all are trying to fill up the so called imperfection in us that makes us unique or stand out among others.

It is not his fault, sometime one just ends up as a misfit if one does not follow the rule of the jungle “Survival of the fittest”.

Let’s be honest and accept that not everyone is cut out for the rat race, some just choose to be in it so that they can have a livelihood.

These are people who are immune to the realities of the world and go by the goodness inside their heart. No matter how many times they have been let down because of it, but they still follow their heart maybe hoping they can change a person or more.

The goodness exists in each one of us but seldom do we look inside ourselves to know our true self.

We keep forgetting that life is not just about earning a livelihood and running it coz if you are doing that you have not experienced life.

It’s about the small experiences that make you what you are today. Those moments of happiness, excitement, sadness and despair that stays fresh in your mind as memories.

Money can certainly bring you ways to buy happiness but not of the kind where the true feeling of people around reflects their care for you.

Unfortunately many of us find ourselves trapped in the loop of trying to live up to the expectations of the reality around us rather than finding the true meaning of what life holds.

We need to remind ourselves that we are born as humans to experience life that happens only once. Unless you are the one who believes in reincarnation but won’t have any recollection of your past lives.

I told my friend that he cannot make himself adapt forcefully and he needs to observe, learn and accordingly adapt to situations. Time is a teacher which makes one learn the hard way when we are not ready to learn the truth which is in front of us most of the time.

He is not alone in his quest to make himself equipped to face the reality. We all do in our ways, it’s just that some are good at hiding it and some are not.

What we should not be forgetting is that we live only once and the experiences of life remain with us for a lifetime….

Purpose

Even as I am writing this post I am wondering if all of us live our present hoping the best for our future. 

Future towards which we all foresee to have a better life than the present.

The present life becomes a grind between the daily routine and working towards one dream making it a reality in the future.

We all seem to be in a rat race for more money, better living, relationships and so on and on.

Have you ever taken the time out and smelled the roses for a change? However brief the encounter was, did it make you feel alive in your present than working towards the distant dreams of the future.

Do we exist in this planet only to keep ourselves caged in the world that we have built around us or does life has something more to give that’s been ignored in our chase of living our lives where even a day feels short now.

There are no answers here, only a thought that life can mean more than a mere existence of fulfilling our societal responsibilities and desires.

As they say, the truth is out there for those who seek….

Cougar Love

“Think about it” said Anita as she left Sushma alone to ponder.

The past two days as she went about her morning walks, her eyes were in search of someone desperately and were not like her normal morning walks.

Sitting in her office, her mind kept overworking about absence of Neel during his morning walks. She wondered if he too got the drift about what was going around and decided it’s best to end this relationship. All kind of thoughts kept coming even as she kept staring at the mails that awaited her reply.

They had met during their morning walks when she had sprained her leg and he helped her. One thing led to another and they became good friends who would end up having long conversations. As they lived nearby, they would often provide each other company in one another’s house.

Everything was going fine, until one day on her routine morning walk, she heard another walker telling her friend about how she was trapping the good looking young Neel in her love trap.

Her world had come shattering down when she heard about the gossip that going around about her and Neel, all of which made her wondered about her relationship with Neel.

She considered him a good friend and enjoyed her time with him and would miss him when there were days they did not spoke.

Her mind raced into the past looking for clues to know if there was more to their friendship. Lost in her thoughts she stood in front of the mirror going through minute details of her looks and figure as she imagined Neel besides her.

“Love can happen at any age, it does not see who it falls in love with” said Anita to her whom she had confided about the rumors going on and about her feelings.

“Age is not an issue as long as you both know that you are in love and this what you wanted”. However she also warned her that our society has not matured enough to accept the thought of an older women falling in love with man younger to her. “Think about it” she said and left.

That evening, even as the television played out in front of her, she stood lost in her thoughts when the ringing of her mobile and flashing of Neel’s name on the screen got her attention.

He informed her that he had to go on a sudden business trip and hence his disappearance. As they chirped along lost in their conversations, she decided to keeping her feelings wrapped until the right moment came along…

Memories

The thought of you makes me despair
weakens my knees as I wish things to go back to as it was earlier

It’s easier said than can be done now
knowing that we have treaded on to different paths that does not seem to meet.

It’s the memories that still keep us alive
the way it used to be between us

That keeps me going every day
even as your absence haunts me

I await for the time to heal the wound and
to make the memory of you as a distant past
even as the memories of us will remain etched forever in our hearts.

The Moral Dilemma

 “To be or not to be” is a question that we tend to have asked ourselves a lot of time when put into situations that requires decisions to be made.

As a child, we are taught the importance of saying the truth. How it’s bad to say lies, steal and do things that harm others intentionally among other values that are taught.

Somehow that stick of moral values which is so upright during one’s upbringing tends to fickle as one enters into the realms of reality as one grows up.

It all comes to do the choices one make and how well the repercussions have been understood to forgo the value of what was taught years ago as “right” 

There may be a few who would stay strong to overcome the greed of short-term gain and there will others who would have fallen prey to such vices as they find themselves embroiled in the materialistic world and would go to any extent to have things go their way.

Moral values does teaches one the right thing to do and how one can lead a upright life and save oneself from the agony of taking wrong decisions which can mess up one’s life.

At the same time, one also needs to question on the practicality of it in reality which we all know cannot be followed all the time. Its only when one finds themselves in a position of such an implication, do they brood over this moral dilemma.

To know the decisions that one makes can best be left to individual choices and the situations that leads to them to take the high road or otherwise.

It’s quite odd though that even after arriving at a decision, one cannot help but wonder what if they had made the other choice? Something that one will never know its outcome as each decision has their pros and cons.

Have you faced any such situations where your heart did not agreed with your mind? Feel free to share.

Peace

Being alone with nature instills a sense of calmness as you listen to it speaking to you.

Rain droplets falling from the sky, makes its impact on the ground and spreading all over the place. Even as the wind forces it to change its direction

Heavy down pour make the city noise mute long enough that all one could sense is their own consciousness.

Give it a time and one is almost at peace. One just wants to hold on to the moment but like every moment it has to come to an end for a new moment to come.

P.S. Simply love the rains but you cannot enjoy them certainly not in Bombay where everything surfaces, floats and moves that is laying around as garbage. Wish had a cleaner city to enjoy the nature at its best.

Do You Know Your God?

I wonder how much do we know about our God about which we hear through folk stories that has been passed down the generation as part of the Indian culture.

Would It surprised you when you come across story that makes the same God act immorally in order to have advantage over the demons that threaten their prowess.

Came across one such story which makes me wonder if at all God to whom we worship are no different than us humans, who make mistakes and then make amends.

 

Of late, have been watching Devon Ke Dev Mahadev soap on TV, when I came across the story of Jalandhar.

 

Had never heard of the story before but did wonder if it’s the same name of the place in Punjab.

The weird part of the story was that a win over the demon could only be possible when the chastity of his wife, devoted to Lord Vishnu was broken. For which, Lord Vishnu appear before her in the disguise of her husband. You can read more about it at this link.

The demon was defeated after that. The question that arises is the way and the length Gods went to win the war. Is it acceptable? Does that mean that everything is fair in the game of life if you are trying to win it?

It also makes me question Indra, the god of the Gods, who has done most of the vices done by humans. Yet he continues to remain the God that he is.

I guess questions are all that I have which is in need of answers. If you have any, please do share your thoughts.

Back

The mind is free, alive as it journeys itself away from the midst of the forest where it earns its bread and butter and towards a break for refreshing the mind, body and soul of the man it resides in.

That’s how I will define my break that I have taken to be away from the jungles of the real world and seeking the solace inside my cave and wish to go into a hibernation to give me a peace state of mind that I yearn, if only it was for my hunger which would drive me out of my cave L

There have been days, when I wanted to return this place, which I discovered by accident and the fact that I can write too. If you hear by the compliments of the sisterhood on my handwriting, I probably should be banned for writing. According to them my handwriting resembles “crows feet”.  Thank God, for computers, the truth can be white washed.

There were posts which were put to an end before it began. Posts that was half written and left to find its own place. This is what happens when one is trying to write a comeback post after a hiatus.

Today I realized, I just need to make a heart to heart conversation to get your attention.

Life is keeping me busy to the extent that I even have to end up planning my off days so that I could take care of household chores and yes after that if time left, is for myself. The time for self is like a smoke that gets over before you even began your first drag.

The good part is that I am learning. I am now playing a guitar which seemed to be a distant dream for ages.  There are other things in the offing too.

I have always been curious about the human mind and the way people behave, act in any given situations. I find myself in the midst of people who can beat the shit out of you or make a fool out of you and you won’t even know…

It’s amazing to see how much communication matters in today’s world. If you know just how to communicate and not even know facts in a given situation, you can still rule. I am trying to learn that but it’s not that easy if you don’t open up to people easily.

Apart from that I realize that it matters to have good relations/contacts with people.  Our country lives by the VIP culture where it comes to crucial matters; it’s the contacts/people that matters that comes to the rescue. This is so evident in our so day to day routine, that one wonders if the govt. is a mirror reflection of its people??

Anyways, apart from the observations, I am looking for a change. Have planned things for this year and already the Q1 is over.  Still lot of time, to get things done right J

Hope everyone is doing well, and yes spending enough time on their blogs…

This is it

"This is it" not the line that a choreographer uses for dancing artists when they perform outstanding. This post is not about that   :)

Its the term that came to my mind as I took a walk down the lonely lane to my office which actually give me time to spare a thought about myself. Which lately I have not been giving.

I somehow believe that we go through three phases of life.

i)   The life you live in your head

ii)  The life you actually live (does not agree with point 1)

iii) The reality check (where difference between point 1 and 2 is understood)

By the time when one reaches to the reality check point, lot of time is passed by and one is left to wondering what should they do now.

Somehow the term "This is it" kind of makes sense in every way. No matter in what kind of situation/phase/moment, one can always think straight/out of the box when they start accepting the reality.

Don't you think?

It's never too late to start doing things that one intends to do.

P.S. I am not in mode of becoming a self-help writer here but decided to share this thought which might make sense to other as it did to me and plus I was nudging into write something on my blog which I have been missing dearly. 

The Crooked Straight Story

As Suraj woke up from his Sunday evening nap, the first thing that his hand searched on his bet was his mobile. His hand scrambled all over the area it could reach but the mobile was not to be found.

He opened his eyes and looked around in search of his handset in vain. He got up from his bed and then came out in the hall. He found his handset lying on the center table and his dad sitting on the couch.

“I want to talk to you” his father said as he made his move to pick his handset. He made his gesture to sit down to the chair in front of him. As Suraj made himself comfortable, inside his mind his thoughts worried what it could lead to.

“What’s going around these days with your life?” his dad asked as his mother brought a cup of tea for him. “Good” he replied. “Is there something that you might want to talk to us?” he asked as he took a sip from the tea.

Confused not sure what it was leading to, he replied “Nothing Dad”. “Are you sure?, do you want talk about the girls in your life, or wanting to get settled down. Should we start searching for a girl for you?”

Suraj looked at his dad’s face and then his mom's which appeared grim realizing that something was amiss here “What happened das, why talks of marriage all of a sudden?”

“Can you tell me who is Vishal?” his father asked. “He is one of my friends” “Then why does his message says “I love a lot Suraj, missing you and you too replied you are missing him. What is that supposed to mean? Are you gay? His father countered him.

The barrage of questions hit him hard and took time to reply. “Dad, you went through my messages, why?” “I was not going to, your phone was ringing, as I was going to pick it up the call ended and read the message “that I need you Suraj in my life, cannot live without you”. I would have more than happy if it were from a girl but from a boy? He said and stopped.

“Please speak up, please tell that this is not true. I know you like girls. Please tell” his mother pleaded with him. “Dad, its not like that, you are getting it wrong” he said and got up and “I am not gay”. His mother seemed pleased with his answer.

“If that is so then why is Vishal expressing his love for you? Is he gay and hitting on you? Has he been taking advantage of you? Answer me” his father thundered.

“There is nothing like that. I am not gay and he is not gay” “Then what are these love messages about? You think we are fool who don’t’ understand anything? Call him right now and put the phone in speaker mode and ask him about the same. Do it”

“I can’t” he replied expressing his helplessness. His parents looked at him amused “Why not” his mother asked as she came closer to her. The tenth of a second silence made them more anxious.

“He is not a guy” Suraj said. “What” his mother shrieked, his father trying to come to terms to what he just heard. “Vishal is a girl and her real name is Vaishali. I put her name as Vishal so that no one knows about us seeing each other”

As he looked on to his parents both were dumb founded and they looked at each other and started laughing….. 

Blind Love

It was a wrong number that led them to know each other as they spend hours of day's and night talking to each other.

They had their common interest and zeal for life. Each wondered about the other person physicality or if they decided to meet face to face what would be the reaction. Would they like each other or hate that they wont talk to each other. The possibility of falling in love was always there more than things going any other way.

The day came when they decided to meet each other. The guy asked the girl to share her picture so that he could identify her. She refused said we will identify each other by our clothes and can meet as we have each other cell numbers. The guy thought there might be a problem with the girl, all kinds of thoughts came into his mind.

As the D-day came closer, he only wished that everything turns out fine.

They decided to meet at the a railway station wherein she was going to wear black t-shirt and he would don a white one. They both landed and began searching for each other.

Called up each other and gave direction which led them to meet in the real world. This was their first meeting.

After the first meeting, there was a silence for a number of days as they both did not exchanged words between them.

It reminded of the meeting at the station where they both bumped into each other for the first time the gal with the dusky complexion and the guy, fair and tall. It was like they were meeting for the first time with all those long conversation they had erased from their minds as they decided to visit a nearby cafe.

It took a sip of coffee, snacks and conversation that brought them alive again. As they bid good bye their minds running towards evaluating each other and the compatibility.

Love meant everything for one of them and for the other it was a friendship that meant more and could lead to love in the future.

Time came to a standstill as they took their own time to know what they want until one of them decided they were ready to catch up with each other again.

Define Love

She said she loved me and when asked in return I said I don't know  she left.

Love can mean different things to different people and yet we all think it means what we say.

Will saying those words make a difference when inside one knows what the other feels.

Does is it have consoles the heart to hear those words even when one doesn't mean it.

There are times when it takes the three words to built a world around and then times when no words can complete what one feels for one another.

Love can be everything and nothing, but what it means to you matters the most.

So you think you can define Love?

Waiting for You

I was waiting for him to come and join me and kept looking at the watch as time passed by.

Every time I spoke with him, he was busy with one thing or another. Had the time for others but none for me.

Waited for the weekends to come, so that we could catch up. Those days were also spend busy in other stuff or doing household chores.

Then he came to me when he was feeling low, when he needed me the most. As a true friend I was there to sort his issues and he want back to his old days as he deserted me one more time.

P.S. That how my conscious is feeling right now given that I hardly give myself the time. Have been super busy. Anything more than at least one chore/task a day can really put the pressure on this lazy guy. No one listens to me these days :(

There has been a change. I am trying to listen to my conscious but it can be a lot harder for a lazy guy like me :) 

XXX

The last post for the month and I am happy that finally I am going to put a stop to my day to day posts. Its real hard to take the time out and then think about writing a post everyday. Wish had some free time in the day to do some justice to it. Alas…..

It has not been easy for me to take the time out, especially to write a post, like I am doing a post right now in the middle of the night. Thank god for tomorrow’s holiday.

Anyways it did give me the chance to take some time-out for self which I seldom seem to be doing these days.

The weekend was much better.

Hope a break can put me back in the track.

BTW, thanks Bharathi for giving me the versatile blog award. You will find it soon enough hanging in my blog J

XXIX

Am tired today and will prefer to sleep early today thanks to my yesterday night’s jagran where sleep eluded me and found myself using the time to my advantage for getting things done. The result, I am sleepless for one whole night.

Ever wondered about the questions that pop into one’s mind? Does every question gets answered or they remain unanswered?

What do you do when questions remains answered? Accept things the way they are or try to search harder.

XXVIII

[Thinking, thinking, staring at the screen, still thinking…………………. finally a topic strikes]

It’s real hard to write these days to think of something to write on this blogs especially with all my time devoted to work. (No, I don’t follow the work is worship rule, still stuck L)

This week people simply loved to scream, make me run around and yes finally getting things down with suspense till the last minute. Who said one needs to act in a movie to do that when I can get that all in real life.

If one thought that there is a scarcity of fools out in the world, I would say its otherwise. Common sense and logic also seems to be a rare skill that people have. No one would listen to it only want things to go their way. Thank god there is something called facts.

XXVI

My mind is blank right now, wondering what to write on the piece of the white paper that I sit to write down each and every night to publish a post on my blog every day.

Lot of thoughts do wander around but to catch hold one of them and turn it around is difficult. It’s like trying caught a hen running around.

Just finished certain work before deciding to sit and write this post before going to sleep.

It’s good to have friends who worry about you, when one does not call them up. Makes me feel blessed. They say it’s not the count of friends that matter but the one who is always there to help that matters.

Why are desires insatiable? Why does it keep bringing to the same place when it cannot be yours? Is there a meaning hidden?

Why do doubts bother us when life is all about experience, making choice and living by it? Why does it force one to think the other way around?

XXV

These days I am in search of me. The ‘real’ me whom I know defines me but the one that can be felt inside but not on the outside. The search keeps me wandering around and yes a lot of questions that needs to be answered.

Ever look back at the past and had a look at oneself and the changes that one had gone through and wonder how come you lost that beautiful smile and innocence that kept one going through the day.

Keep asking question and the answers are never there. Still we keep looking for there. Some way want an explanation and the logic to get to us. Make us finally understand which it could not in the puzzle and the hints it leaves behind.

Yet the search of ‘me’ continues a state of mind which gives a sense of fulfillment. Is that what attaining nirvana is about? The search for truth of oneself…..

Lost in our own world, we create our version to deal with reality around even though life is about experience but still it creates challenges around us forcing us to make a choice

Choice which no matter one takes in a situation remains a decision of one, no matter where one stands in the middle of the road. It’s something that one has to live to with the rest of their lives.

If you think living life is easy, think again.

Then again, one lives only once, so what is there to lose? J

Day XXIV

I await your company in the nigh as I look up, here and there to sense your presence in the night.

To be touched and embraced by you. Where are you, when needed the most?

Your touch keeps me awake in the night as I search for you in the middle of the night.

It makes me twirl between the sheets of my bed as my mind finds itself lost into thick forest of mindless thoughts.

Your games keep me sleepy in the day, troubling me to go on with my routine. Such is an effect of you.

I miss you, when you leave me for days and make me look for you, force to live without you

Why do you do that, when you know I cannot live without you? My night is incomplete without your hold in your arms.

When are you going to come to me, as I wait for you to come and take me back to my world of dreams……

Day XXIII Dreams

Lost in his own thoughts, he went into a deep slumber of sleep where the dreams came alive; bringing life of its own. 


Even as the night ticked away for the sun to rise. 




That's when  the reality of life begins and dreams comes to an end.....

Day XXII

What a day, it turned out to be. Full of excitement that begin in the morning and lasted till the evening.

I find the human mindset and mentality really very interesting. When pushed to a limit or a choice is given between being selfish or selfless, how one reacts and one can see the changes in color.

Saw three idiots movie again. If one looks around, no is looking at solving the problem. Everyone is just busy get the monkey off their backs and move on. Unless the problem becomes bigger to handle that a solution is sought or else it remains dormant.

How many of you are a dreamer. Live in your dreams to make it a reality. Not about chasing goals but using imagination that brings out one’s creative juices to do things differently. Everyone does that but only few realize that.

My creative juices are on a high but right now am stuck with monotonous work that keeps me busy. What about you, how do you use your imagination?

Monday, always happens to be my hangover days, I don’t know why but it happens to be. I guess it’s more of a Monday blues. Would have been so better na that after the weekends there is no Monday. J

Heard somewhere that Bill Gates prefer to hire lazy people coz they are known to use better ways to get things done. Mr Gates here I am, where are you? J

Day XXI Hard work

Sitting in a training session; the director of human resources asking the people sitting in front of him, the reasons behind a successful career.

People raise their hands and tell all kind of points and then one of them says “hard work” and somehow it only received a nod from him.

Isn’t it obvious these days that hard work is not considered the “it” trait that it was earlier.

Today the jingoism that goes around; is of working smart (whatever that means) and putting up a good show in front of one’s superiors even if one does not put that much of an effort.

Standards have fallen down and its more about who moves up quickly up the ladder rather than who is performing better. Do let me know if you think otherwise.

Know someone who would not stoop to such levels to move ahead and the only skill set that he knows is of hard work. Would even leave his job, but find the same mentality all around.

Can’t blame him, too much has changed. It’s what one can do for others rather doing things right that matters.

These things don’t and won’t change so a change in one’s outlook is necessary something that I too find hard to digest but it’s the reality.

Not advising to succumb to the trap but find a middle where one’s morals can co-exist without breaking it. Remember bend the rules don’t break it.

Work is something I religiously try to avoid mentioning on this blog but seeing his plight(which he did not express but I got the point), I could not resist.

Day XX

The weekend comes and gives me some big time relief. It’s the only time of the day that I can actually give some time to myself.

Cannot run away from the reality after all its just a phone call away, isn’t it J.

If one wants see madness in life, see people boarding the crowded buses in the early morning and that gives one a fair idea.

Does the heart belong to only one, or it has place for more. I think it has your thoughts please. I think we are almost compatible with everyone given if there is a right timing to it but then again chances of that happening are rare right.

This week has been a heart breaking week. Crushes breaking my heart with the news of some being married and others in line. Fate can be very cruel at time not giving you chances and bringing a twist. Thankfully there are others to look up to.

How can a dreamer weave their life around reality? If you have the answer to that, do share it.

Day XIX

This is going to my shortest post ever. I know that could have skip the post for today.


Its better to post something than nothing at all. If wondering about the smallest post on this blog, its all because I don't have the time. Will share the details tomorrow.


Got to see my nephew and not in a happy mood. Trust me you don't want to see that :)