Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind


“And there goes the final whistle, Liverpool have won comfortably”, echoed the words of FIFA11 commentators Andy Grey and Martin Tyler. As this words passed through headphones and echoed back into the ears of our protagonist Gaurav, along with the sight of his winning team celebrating, he passed a soothing smile. The kind of smile his parents had when he had passed his SSC examinations with flying colors. Fast forward four years and they never got to wear that smile again.
As he leaned on his chair with heavy chest proud as if he has conquered the world, he tried to exercise his neck by moving it towards the left side, and then right and then again left and he almost sprained his neck. He turned towards the right side again and he saw something which almost took his newly found bliss level to zero. His plane of happiness encountered an engine failure and crashed and burned.
He saw clock and he saw the time. It was 1.30 am. He had exams in exactly 12 hours from now. He couldn’t believe it. He had finished his dinner by 9.30 and thought he would just check his facebook page for any notification and then may be play a game or 2 online and then do proper studies. And how the hell he ended up wasting so much time, the victory seemed nothing to him now. He was confused. Quickly he decide that he will take a nap for 2 hours and then freshen up and finish at least 2 modules….
20 minutes passed and he was still lying in his bed trying to get sleep. Sleep is a weird phenomena, it never comes when we need it the most. He checked his cell phone which he had kept below his pillow. He started reading his “unread” messages, around half a dozen messages from his girlfriend sadhana,
“ my love for you is like pacific ocean, thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiissssssssss big”
Messages were cure enough to send love tickles through his heart. He checked the time, it was almost 2 am. He wanted to call her. He was caught into a dilemma. “I should call her” and “ I shouldn’t disturb her”. And as usual he listened to his selfish heart and pressed the green button of his cell phone. Her cell phone rang but she dint pick.
At this instance He was happy as well as sad, happy because he was not guilty of disrupting her sleep and sad because he couldn’t fulfill his urge to talk to her. He was getting irritated with every passing second.
And suddenly he felt something tickling his ears. It was his mobile with “sadhana calling” flashing the blue lighted sceen.
gaurav picked n before he could even say a simple "hello", he got bombarded with all sorts of questions
"i was in the loo when u called. i couldnt sleep . where were you? i was trying to call u from past 3 hours , what happend to your cellphone, y u switch it off ?? "
" please dont remind me about past hours"...i literally wasted , my whole life is bloody wasted, totaly wasted im gud for nothing ya, i have exams in next 10 hours or so and im not even prepared with 1 module , m geting royally screwdd tomorow" he went on to say a lot,
sadhana was quite as usual, she was the least caring person herself. but when it came to important stuff like exams, she used to give her best, 100% efforts..she couldnt resist her sweet smile.
she knew everything about gaurav and his freakish nature
"baby, just come out in the balcony for a while" she replied calmly
"for what" gaurav asked, still pissed at himself and everything else
"listen, just come out n feel the fresh air u idiot" she said so sweetly and as always he couldnt resist her 'order'.
"ok now listen, u still have time, do as much as u can, next paper after a week na, so tomorrow u can sleep whole evening and night, today u just concentrate for this 10 hours" she said
"yes, but im feeling so mindfucked, n i dont have any idea what to start"
she smiled again
"ur getting mindfucked??, ur supposedly mr. cool" she laughed and then said
"ok, u have four modules na, just start with the 3rd one, number 3 is lucky for you today, i read ur horoscope"
gaurav forgot about his woes for a split second and giggled
"oye, that 3rd module comes very tough , and i know that horoscope thing u just made it up"
"no, tomorrow its gonna come very easy, like very very easy, so do it"
"ok my darling, i sure will" gaurav was all cheered up now
"now dont be romantic, u know u suck at it"
gaurav laughed,
"ok , now look at the moon" sadhana went on..
"moon.. and u...hmmm becoming romantic ha" gaurav interrupted
"oh shut up!! u know im not like other girls...all lovey-dovey stuff..dont be optimistic u fool, im not gonna say 'i want moon' or 'ur my moon'..hahaha" she passed on her evil laugh which made gaurav even more cheerful
"just look at the moon and see the 2 bright stars on the right side of the moon"
"yeah spotted " gaurav replied
"just look at those stars and pray that ur paper goes good" she said with a pleasant smile
"ok my darling, done " gaurav said after pretendint to pray for 1 minute or so..
"now that's more like my obedient darling" she said, and this time she passed on a naughty smile
from here on their conversation went from being general to bit private and privacy is not the genre we would like to touch upon..

it was 3.00 am now and gaurav had finished talking or rather was forced by sadhana to stop talking. he entered his room with a smile. his face was glowing like a moon. he seemed all enthusiastic and all set to study. he sorted all the 3rd module notes and kept on his table.
but when he was about to close the lid of his laptop, something weird happened. "i would just check my facebook page for one last time" thought crossed his mind. its like how they show in movies. "jaise koi hawa ka halka sa jhoka aaya". he moved his fingers over his touch pad. his fingers started typing "www.facebook.com automatically. within no time the domains got replaced by gmail, yahoo. he started checking his wall, mails , notifications.
'the one last time' continued for the next three hours until he was transported to a dream state with his cheek getting the imprints of the keyboard below.

P.S. 1) gaurav was awakened at 10am by his best friend rowen who called him to tell that he too ended up doing nothing. they spoke for around 1 hour and the topic of their discussion was certainly not related to studies...:P
2)details of their conversation cant be revealed because of the high level of TRUST between them...:)
3)they both ended up screwing that day's paper, but that conversation changed their lives. the day which started abruptly for gaurav set a great landmark for better things to come and he went on to clear all the remaining papers...:D
4)and for rowen, well, gaurav's sixth sense is always spot on...;)

Wednesday, March 23, 2011


Everything written here on my blog (apart from my name and address..:P) is an indigenous art of fiction ,
Resemblance to any real life individual( or couples) should be purely/merely considered as a case of coincidence

p.s. In normal life, coincidences often occur...;)

Monday, February 14, 2011

valentines day conversation, - a "sting operation" by god


The comments and the description of the scenario has been exclusively provided by the god himself...”true story”



He: hello
She : hii...happy valentine’s day
He: ya wish you the same (surprised but at the same time adamant not to sound surprised or jubilant)

[a brief pause]

She: man .... this looks weird na...i mean for past 3 years, those challenges to call exactly at 12:12,those whole nite idiotic talks....this time its so different....”kahitari veglach watt ay....bolna kahi tari roz kasa bawlatasarkha badbadat astos. Aaj gappa ka, sang na kahitari”....(trying to be kiddish and over-convincing)
He : what to say...i have no words left...(still unperturbed, bloody loser tries to show attitude when its a universal fact that he has none)
She: ehhh...please...emotional nako hovus ha...(childish, unremorseful and surprising tone...difficult to understand girls psychology anyways)
He: i am not emotional , but u took me into past ..(well, there he is showing his true colours)
She: come to the present na, live in the present
He: hmm... (ok not being sexist here , but obviously its difficult to find out the secret behind “hmmm...”..)

[ a brief pause]

She: so.....how are you?....missed me???
He: ok the missing part, well to be frank, not really ( well kiddo, stop kidding)
She: good , so how are you , kasa ahes???? (over excited tone , stupid girls who shout for no reason)
He: well, my blood pressure is normal, luckily no diarrhoea, dysentery etc....(unable to complete the full “dialogue” as a far superior voice cuts the amplitude of his sound waves)
She: ha...ha...no risk of heart attack, no one to punch u in the face..bla bla bla...screw you and your same old dialogues...
He: ya ,...i know i am lame...cant help it
She: ur the same (ooooh kinda disgusted tone)
He: are you bored already ( trying to avoid the humiliation i guess)
She: not really , the boring person in my life has gone far away..
He: ohh then good for you, but hey there were rumours that u urself had thrown him away...?
sHe: don’t trust rumours, trust your heart..

[another brief pause]

(he in a dual mind now, begins to think about decision control structure from c language, what –else, what –if)
He: now what does that suppose to mean .???
She: whatever u think (girls and their ability to talk in puzzles even god cant help it...phew!..)
He: so how is everyone at home?? ....swanand,uncle , aunty????
She: everyone is fine ...but hey u never asked me how i am doing...(anger...god likes it...;)...)
He: you sound well, u have been allocated the “space” which u wanted, u have been also granted the “break” which u wanted...
She: ya...ya...stop it...(high pitch voice )
He: u know what.......i still love your voice

[yet another brief pause]

( man this is making me bored, guys talk something)
She: hey....can i hug you through phone...???
(he is shocked, i think he almost had a minor heart attack, even god is shocked)
He: of course you can ...only if your reliance’s dhirubhai ambani isn’t watching...
She: he is not like your Vodafone puppy who follows you everywhere...
[he and she both laugh...god is happy]
She: i missed you ....(whoa! where did that come from...)

[and another pause....i hate these emotional dramas]

He: u think i didn’t miss you, for so long i have been waiting to hear ur voice...i stopd listening to music...nothing amuses me these days...
She: well, hold on...just a second...let me make u clear....this break isn’t over ok...(*my god* , oops i forgot i am the god here, this girls make me forget about my own self...poor guys ...*god help them*...sheesh i forgot again , im the god...why the hell i created these creatures )
He: ya well, i know (he laughs, now i don’t know why the hell he laughed here)
She: but i still love you as a friend (oh yeah, BITE ME)
He: well, you continue loving me as a friend and i will continue loving you as my soul ...(well, he has got a point here, lad i am proud of you, u proved today that u are a complete moron)
She: god, u always make me lose when i am winning ( .......... *god had a panic attack..)


P.S
“he “ and “she” are still in the “break ke baad” mood
And about god,
well he has joined night classes on human psychology...

Monday, January 24, 2011

A journey to conspire ( how i met zoya part 1)


“mom, i am going to attend those internet security camps, shyam uncle was talking about it right. I will be staying with him...
“yes, of course he knows, and i promise i will be back in time to answer my back papers”..i was talking in rather convincing tone

But her words echoed into my ears with a whirled perplexity...
“i don’t know what you are doing and i don’t know what you are going to do...but just remember we have supported you throughout and will continue to do so, just take your life seriously gaurav, and take care of urself”

All i had was enough money to survive a month or two, my laptop which had nothing more than my poetries , my fifa10 game and ofcourse snaps which were memories of all my friends. All the memories were trapped in my laptop and i wanted to take them all with me, incase i miss my friends – a stern reality

Im sure most of you all must have experienced journeys , some of you all must have gone through some “journeys to inspire” concept...
Well i had one journey...a journey that changed the entire entire course of my life...i call it “a journey to conspire”

3 days of perplexity (day 3)

[content suppressed] - as per the order of "high command"..:)