Now the sunday was quite a day for me. I was at home in the morning ... woke up and thought would just relax. But then Yatin's friends came over for some meeting they had. I dint know the poeple nor did i like their presence. So just stayed back at home till the time i could withstand them. (We have talked it through now and found out a solution :) thanks to him.) So i was waiting and wishing for some engagement. Then he called - for the information he had to get from me for some thesis of his. We had talked a few days back but i forgot. I was elated that he called for the remainder of the meeting which was set in half an hour and just more than happy to leave my room!
CCD - he was before time and i was sipping cola as i reached. I mean what the hell was that? I was going to a coffee bar and just before that i was having chilled cola! I dont know but i found it awkward. He was ready already ... for it - with pen and paper and tape ... and his own self. As i sat he explained me about his thesis, his intentions from the meeting and if i had any doubts. I said no and we proceeded.
My native, family, parents, siblings, my personal life, college, bangalore, work, interets, hobbies, stay - everything covered we were also about to finish the coffee. He was having latte (hazelnut flavour) while i had cappuccino (Irish flavour). The meeting ended with all of what i said in shortnotes and tape. And we spoke about his life too ... in brief. I desperately wanted to pay the bill as since last 3 days i was being paid for, by the ones i was goign out! So i grabbed it and started off to pay.
We bade goodbye with the formal thanks and stuff. I was thinking about how the meeting going on at home should have come to an end now. And how i could just o to my cozy bed and relax. We walked in opposite directions though i wanted call him and ask about his earrings. Just that if the ear-rings that looked silver were really silver!
Song: Hazaron Khwahishein Aisi ...
Monday, July 31, 2006
Sometimes!
Now this is something he always used to think when he saw her:
Passing stranger! you do not know
How longingly I look upon you,
You must be he I was seeking,
Or she I was seeking
(It comes to me as a dream)
One day his best friend came to him and said how she was having so much trouble with her. Though she loved him and he loved her, she was not able to understand her completely. And he listened to the best friend for a long time, suggest where he thought he could help and the best friend left to sleep. He was left with wondering thought ... is people are in love, why and how do they not understand each other! Wondering about such things he went to sleep, he not knows when.
Soon he saw a great fight and the best friend left the place for a long long time. And she was left with just him. They would meet everyday and walk for a long time. (Yes she loved walking. She would say they should keep walking so that they can think more with every passing screen of air and they can talk more with every moment of being together while passing through space!) He would agree as other male friend of his never walked so much. And then they would go for movies, study for the exams together and she would always bring the vanilla flavoured ice-cream for her whenever she happend to go out! He had once told her that was his favourite.
One cold and wet evening it was raining hard. He was all wet from coming to the canteen without and umbrella and he saw her sitting by the window. A little time later he came to her with two cups of hot coffee. As they sipped she told him how the ebst friend had come back and how this has opened a flood of emotions for him as well as her. He had no idea about it and was now wondering if he was really his "best friend".
He assured her how the best friend had strong feelings for her and how she should gibe it a try once more. He began speaking about relationships and misunderstandings and how tough it can get and how one should leave behind all of them for the pure and simple reason of just love. He felt himself having grown up and become a lot intellignt than the night he was wondering about the same things he had lectured. And I feel sometimes, you just write. The sentence ends there!
Song: Beautiful ...
Passing stranger! you do not know
How longingly I look upon you,
You must be he I was seeking,
Or she I was seeking
(It comes to me as a dream)
One day his best friend came to him and said how she was having so much trouble with her. Though she loved him and he loved her, she was not able to understand her completely. And he listened to the best friend for a long time, suggest where he thought he could help and the best friend left to sleep. He was left with wondering thought ... is people are in love, why and how do they not understand each other! Wondering about such things he went to sleep, he not knows when.
Soon he saw a great fight and the best friend left the place for a long long time. And she was left with just him. They would meet everyday and walk for a long time. (Yes she loved walking. She would say they should keep walking so that they can think more with every passing screen of air and they can talk more with every moment of being together while passing through space!) He would agree as other male friend of his never walked so much. And then they would go for movies, study for the exams together and she would always bring the vanilla flavoured ice-cream for her whenever she happend to go out! He had once told her that was his favourite.
One cold and wet evening it was raining hard. He was all wet from coming to the canteen without and umbrella and he saw her sitting by the window. A little time later he came to her with two cups of hot coffee. As they sipped she told him how the ebst friend had come back and how this has opened a flood of emotions for him as well as her. He had no idea about it and was now wondering if he was really his "best friend".
He assured her how the best friend had strong feelings for her and how she should gibe it a try once more. He began speaking about relationships and misunderstandings and how tough it can get and how one should leave behind all of them for the pure and simple reason of just love. He felt himself having grown up and become a lot intellignt than the night he was wondering about the same things he had lectured. And I feel sometimes, you just write. The sentence ends there!
Song: Beautiful ...
The Show!
It was four and she was praying. It was sunny but she felt coudy. It was breezy but she felt suffocated. Everything was inviting but she felt restricted. It was then in the sunny afternoon when he sent a message to her for the play that was goign on in the nearest theater. The show was in the evening. The theater was nearest to him but so far to her. And then at the end of the message he had asked ... "hope you do not mind coming so far". To that she replied ih the message ..."Non not a problem. I shall be there by the time!".
The theater was on a hill. So distinct and so grand. She had heard but not yet seen as she had never been to that part of the polis. And she prepared herself for the evening. She was so indifferent to the event that was going to happen that she was dressed just casually. Still her locks falling by her shoulders and a simple gown of black and white made her look as graceful as ever. Used to the admiring looks from passersby she placed herself in the carriage and it moved.
By about the sunset she reached the point on the hill where they were supposed to meet. She looked her through the carriage and waved. And he helped her get down. They talked and he said her, "I though you would be taller". She said,"Of i am, than many!". And they laughed. He said how this place was one of the best theaters in the polis and one of the oldest and grandest. How he had started coming there just as a child. She sure was imprressed. They went in and the show began.
She knew it was by Shakespeare - a story of human relationships - a story of mistrust, misplaced trust and dilemma. She had read Othello already and was excited to watch it on stage. He had no idea about it! So he expected what was not goign to come. And by the time Desdemona's handkerchief was being circulated among so many people he was completely bersek! She was understanding and started explaining him about the play's emotional content that was guided by jealousy - strangely among men and not women in this case, and human nature in general. She was so swept by Desdemona's dedication ... she wished she could be one!
It was cold and silent when Othello stabbed himself. She could hear suppressed sobs from somewhere and her own throat was heavy. She knew they would leave the theater and leave for their homes in a while. But what all she could think of was dedication of Desdemona. How one can surrender all of oneself in love inspite of what the other person is, whatever happen may! She had prayed for a fine match this afternoon and what she was given was a quality that one requires to have in order to be worty of someone really good. May be one day when HE knows she is worty of it, she will get the one made for her.
Song: -
The theater was on a hill. So distinct and so grand. She had heard but not yet seen as she had never been to that part of the polis. And she prepared herself for the evening. She was so indifferent to the event that was going to happen that she was dressed just casually. Still her locks falling by her shoulders and a simple gown of black and white made her look as graceful as ever. Used to the admiring looks from passersby she placed herself in the carriage and it moved.
By about the sunset she reached the point on the hill where they were supposed to meet. She looked her through the carriage and waved. And he helped her get down. They talked and he said her, "I though you would be taller". She said,"Of i am, than many!". And they laughed. He said how this place was one of the best theaters in the polis and one of the oldest and grandest. How he had started coming there just as a child. She sure was imprressed. They went in and the show began.
She knew it was by Shakespeare - a story of human relationships - a story of mistrust, misplaced trust and dilemma. She had read Othello already and was excited to watch it on stage. He had no idea about it! So he expected what was not goign to come. And by the time Desdemona's handkerchief was being circulated among so many people he was completely bersek! She was understanding and started explaining him about the play's emotional content that was guided by jealousy - strangely among men and not women in this case, and human nature in general. She was so swept by Desdemona's dedication ... she wished she could be one!
It was cold and silent when Othello stabbed himself. She could hear suppressed sobs from somewhere and her own throat was heavy. She knew they would leave the theater and leave for their homes in a while. But what all she could think of was dedication of Desdemona. How one can surrender all of oneself in love inspite of what the other person is, whatever happen may! She had prayed for a fine match this afternoon and what she was given was a quality that one requires to have in order to be worty of someone really good. May be one day when HE knows she is worty of it, she will get the one made for her.
Song: -
One that is Perfect!
And we sat at the Barista after a long and tiring (for him and refreshing for me) walk. I had a blast and so did he. I always wanted to have it since the time i had a severe cold and had to have a hot cinammon coffee and he had a blast). Yeah, now that was ages ago. We continued talking ... about people, himself, his family, myself, my family, the weather, the smoke - the one that was floating strandwise inside and the foggy one that was outside, movies - i was excited about the animation ones as usual, and then to people again.
That how poeple have a list (consciously or otherwise) of things that should be present and get matched precisely in one so as to begin a relationship. There should be no compromise at all. In a way that is good as one need not make her/himself sad at any point with the trouble of adjusting with someone in a relationship. That might also prevent the circumstances of making one fall out of a relationship. That, i really wonder, if is happening any lesser than it used to, in the past. But how much have i seen the world to comment at all!
And then this thought came rushing into my mind - that of our parents ... the generation before us - basically to tag it so. How was the relationships sustained in that generation? How did poeple come closer in that era? How did they liked and stood by the person they were in a relation with, inspite of all the flaws in her/him? Were the lives of those people any sadder, if not happier? I wonder and I wonder and I wonder where will the process of finding the one that is perfect will ever stop! Should it would be even a better question.
Song: Maker Makes ...
That how poeple have a list (consciously or otherwise) of things that should be present and get matched precisely in one so as to begin a relationship. There should be no compromise at all. In a way that is good as one need not make her/himself sad at any point with the trouble of adjusting with someone in a relationship. That might also prevent the circumstances of making one fall out of a relationship. That, i really wonder, if is happening any lesser than it used to, in the past. But how much have i seen the world to comment at all!
And then this thought came rushing into my mind - that of our parents ... the generation before us - basically to tag it so. How was the relationships sustained in that generation? How did poeple come closer in that era? How did they liked and stood by the person they were in a relation with, inspite of all the flaws in her/him? Were the lives of those people any sadder, if not happier? I wonder and I wonder and I wonder where will the process of finding the one that is perfect will ever stop! Should it would be even a better question.
Song: Maker Makes ...
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
Late One Night!
Early in the morning had to wake up for another round of reactive that was going to be for this entire week. Came home in the eveing, had dinner and was just chatting with everyone. Just then heard some music - the backgroud score of some movie that was playing in the other room. Yatin said it surely is a telugu movie that Ram is watching again. But i felt i had heard it somewhere. And then came this song - papa kehte hain ... I jumped out of the bed. I knew this was the movie - i desired of it - was thinking to show it to mom since the time she was here. Quayamat se quayamat tak is one of mom's favoutrite movie. I myself had seen the flick many times earlier. But this time it was with her. It so happens that when i watch a movie, it has an entirely different effect compared to when i watch them with my parents. My view about Zubeida, Veer Zara and QSQT are only a few examples.
So four of us - Ramu, myself, mom and Saurabh went ahead and watched it from the beginning till the end. Surely Was a wonderful experience. Everyone was gaga over Juhi's performance and all talks abut how kid-like Aamir looked! :) Such few songs and all superhits. Nuances - which of course i was explaining and other stuff too. Every now and then Ramu would keep telling how long the movie has been running for and still not a bit boring. Saurabh seemed like watcing just Juhi on screen. Mom was like re-living every frame. And i was so happy - putting it bluntly.
Late that night when the movie finished at 2 i recollected it as one of my beautiful experiences since i started staying at Bangalore. At least one, which was truely worth of getting late for work.
Song: Ghazab Ka hai Din Dekho Zara ...
So four of us - Ramu, myself, mom and Saurabh went ahead and watched it from the beginning till the end. Surely Was a wonderful experience. Everyone was gaga over Juhi's performance and all talks abut how kid-like Aamir looked! :) Such few songs and all superhits. Nuances - which of course i was explaining and other stuff too. Every now and then Ramu would keep telling how long the movie has been running for and still not a bit boring. Saurabh seemed like watcing just Juhi on screen. Mom was like re-living every frame. And i was so happy - putting it bluntly.
Late that night when the movie finished at 2 i recollected it as one of my beautiful experiences since i started staying at Bangalore. At least one, which was truely worth of getting late for work.
Song: Ghazab Ka hai Din Dekho Zara ...
Strangely ... They just sang!
It was a cloudy evening. He had come this town from the town he had been working. To this place where there were so many memories of his childhood associated with. He had shifted from a remote beautiful place then. That seems a long back story. Things have changed a lot now. Its no more a small cold and wet town. It has transformed itself into a dry, cool and breezy city. Breeze - now that reminds me of the air, the one that keeps blowing ... and of the people who keep flowing across the city. A city that is now considered so apt for corporates. Well! that is a different story ... so he was here.
And it was not too late when she was in the kitchen heating water for her gargling for her sore throat. This was suggested to her by a dear friend. (We will talk about him some other time as this is not his story, this is his story - the other his.) It was then that she got a call from him. They talked about the beautiful weather, her sore throat, when he was going to leave, how her family was doing, how her work has been, how his family was doing - and they agreed to meet somewhere where he was supposed to recharge his SIM card. She gargled, changed, took her half jacket in case it would be cold and left her appartment.
They met at this place which he said - was so much wide those days. He told her how he wanted to take her to a place where there was a fair being organised of the region where she belonged to. She said she couldnot wait to be there. And they were there. The looked at the "pattachitras", which were awesome. They looked at the kantha and sambalpuri sarees which they couldnot stop admiring. They also looked at the intricate woodwork. The carpets were as beautifully romantic as ever. And there were spices and pickles, paintings and jewellery, incense and heena, and they were just lost.
He got a call - and she got a slight jerk - he talked and she moved around. In between he asked if she was getting bored. She smiled wide and said, "oh pelase carry on - its so great here, i just cannot stop looking". She was hearing (over-hearing) but she did not want to. He was coming nearer talking and she wanted to move away - she was moving away. Everytime she paused he would come closer talking on the phone. It seemed it was a long ... long call. And strangely she couldnot know the reason. Then she came out of the fair with him after her. He finished his call and she suggested to take a walk to his place before she moved to hers. And they walked. She sang and he joined. she did not talk - she just sang. And they walked before they said goodbye.
Song: Piya Tora Kaisa Abhimaan ...
And it was not too late when she was in the kitchen heating water for her gargling for her sore throat. This was suggested to her by a dear friend. (We will talk about him some other time as this is not his story, this is his story - the other his.) It was then that she got a call from him. They talked about the beautiful weather, her sore throat, when he was going to leave, how her family was doing, how her work has been, how his family was doing - and they agreed to meet somewhere where he was supposed to recharge his SIM card. She gargled, changed, took her half jacket in case it would be cold and left her appartment.
They met at this place which he said - was so much wide those days. He told her how he wanted to take her to a place where there was a fair being organised of the region where she belonged to. She said she couldnot wait to be there. And they were there. The looked at the "pattachitras", which were awesome. They looked at the kantha and sambalpuri sarees which they couldnot stop admiring. They also looked at the intricate woodwork. The carpets were as beautifully romantic as ever. And there were spices and pickles, paintings and jewellery, incense and heena, and they were just lost.
He got a call - and she got a slight jerk - he talked and she moved around. In between he asked if she was getting bored. She smiled wide and said, "oh pelase carry on - its so great here, i just cannot stop looking". She was hearing (over-hearing) but she did not want to. He was coming nearer talking and she wanted to move away - she was moving away. Everytime she paused he would come closer talking on the phone. It seemed it was a long ... long call. And strangely she couldnot know the reason. Then she came out of the fair with him after her. He finished his call and she suggested to take a walk to his place before she moved to hers. And they walked. She sang and he joined. she did not talk - she just sang. And they walked before they said goodbye.
Song: Piya Tora Kaisa Abhimaan ...
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