Life takes you places, love takes you home

I closed my laptop lid with a thud. I looked outside and smiled with satisfaction as cold wind blew ravishing my poker face and dazzling the tree outside our building mildly.

I was done booking the ticket to Goa. I was going home. “I am going home” whispered my mind. It’s been 2 months and the wait had been longer and harder than I thought.

I crashed on my bed. Again, with a thud. The excitement was too riveting to be kept engulfed inside. I had a wide grin on my face, the kind of grin which I used to have while meeting that special friend back in Goa a year ago. Now, there was no ‘that’ special friend, instead there are very special people, my family.

I twisted a little on my bed and watched the same tree which was dazzling in the wind, now it was drizzling and the tree was dancing to the tunes of wind and rain. My grin transformed into a squeaky laughter.

I looked on top at the ceiling and my mind kept wondering.

Last two three months have been a roller coaster ride for me, from getting a job in India’s number one anti-virus company and in the profile which I wanted to the largest publication house in India liking the synopsis and sample chapters of an epistolary novel I had written and reviewing my full manuscript, it has been a fairytale ride, just waiting for them to give me a final reply and that will be a cherry on a cake. I smiled again, this time it was more of an optimistic assuredly smile, rather than the excited one which I had earlier.

It all started in May 1^st week. The day I met that girl at an interview, I started believing in love at first sight, it gave me a fresh breath. The kind of love which makes you say to your friend “hey, you see that girl over there, I’m going to marry her someday”, *more on that later*, an interview in which I didn’t get selected, but there were better things waiting for me. In the second week of May, my dream company came calling.

As I was preparing for the 1^st round of interview, I got another sweet surprise. The publication house which had asked for the synopsis of my book and sample chapters, liked those, and asked for the full manuscript. I wasn’t expecting them to like it. I wasn’t optimistic at all. But now since they are reviewing the full manuscript, I can’t stop dreaming about my ultimate dream everyday keeping my fingers crossed.

And then in the same week, I got selected. All my previous internet security knowledge and hacking expertise of old helped, it’s like all stars aligned to put me into the place which I wanted and since past three months I am living a dream. I had set two goals for the year 2014, and by midway I have achieved one and I am darn close to achieving another.  

It all happened too soon, and now when I look back, I realize, during this whole process, this journey, the friends who truly supported me and stood by me throughout was my family. ofcourse, there were countless others, flatmates, college friends, Uncle and aunt here in Pune. Etc.

But without the support of my parents I wouldn’t have been able to do anything. I remember the first person I used to call when I was at low –my mother. The first person I used to call after every interview process- my dad. When I got an email asking me to send me the full manuscript for final editorial evaluation, the first person I told– my sister.

I had been a naughty and expensive child, I have been an impossible child, however in these first few steps towards the success, their persistence and belief in me was what kept me stronger and kept me going. And now I don’t want to stop, I have set further goals for me. In next two years, I want to travel a lot, I have been to north, west and south India, next year I want to go East and Andaman Nicobar island. I want to keep writing, channelize the ideas which have camouflaged in my brain. And hopefully I see myself still working in this wonderful company for many more years to come.

My life has changed for good. Pune has been a lucky place for me. I learned to shrug off my introvert image. I learnt to take responsibilities, to be on my own and the art of interaction with the outside world. Other than that I also learned other small things, like washing cloths and most importantly to cook food, good food at that.

I have got an awesome group of friends in office, the work environment is amazing, even though we have to work 9 hours a day, I still feel good and happy working there. For a guy who never used to have 60 percent attendance in any of his college semester, for not having missed a single day at office in past 3 months is a greater achievement then it seems to be. We have picnics, games, team lunch and dinners, the seniors/juniors everyone is so supportive. At quick heal we are one big happy family and long may that continue. :)

On top of that, I have perfect flat mates with whom I get along so well. We watched world cup together, watch movies together, interact a lot and sleep late at night, party often. We do what every other guy in their early twenties would do. And most importantly have found a near-perfect sea food place where even if the freshness of fish isn’t consistent, it still good to visit every Sunday for a traditional Goan fish curry rice.

There are many pros of being on your own, you can sleep whenever you want, wherever you want, get up at whatever time you want, and there will be no one to shout at you even if you skip your meal or breakfast, and there is no one to urge you to go to sleep early.

Things which you possibly couldn’t and wouldn’t do at home like Riding 10 kms in the rain just to have a kulfi in the middle of the night, Not having to worry about returning late in night when you out partying with friends, not having to worry about whether there are girls in your group when you say you have house party. Your lies go undiscovered.

Not only that, in Goa there are people judging you everywhere you go everything you do, like for example, you are out with this girl and there is always this fear that some relative of yours might spot you, there is always that thing at the back of your mind, here in Pune, I can roam with any friends, girls included and not having to worry whether friends or family member spots you and make a conclusion out of it.

Then, ofcourse, you can bargain with any rickshawallah, shop keepers, vendors, bike repairing guys without giving a second thought, in Goa it was always an awkward situation, here it’s not awkward at all. You can try out all the dishes you want, you can go days without washing utensils (ok, that didn’t happen with me, but just saying) ;)

However, with every pros there are cons, and there are plenty here, there is no one to serve you breakfast and tea early morning when you wake up from bed, you have to either make it or go out and have it, the cloths which you throw on your bed and they lay there for eternity, it seems fun initially, but then you yourself find it disgusting and more so, you yourself have to pick it up and trash it in cupboard, cause your mom is 350 miles away.

And the biggest disadvantage of being in Pune is that there is no sea here, hence there is no good place to hang out as compared to Goa and most importantly there is no sea-food , even if you get sea food at some places , its transported  from Mumbai/goa or karwar, which is not as fresh as I am used to in Goa, and that also at a very expensive rate. Then there is another food problem, here people use oil a lot when they cook, then ofcourse, no use of coconut, plain curries. That sucks.

You get used to eating poha’s everyday, for a guy who used to hate eating poha when he was small, it’s a tough ask.

Your granny’s and grandpa’s and uncle and aunt calls you over weekend and you realize how much you miss them and how much they miss you, you realize how tough it is being away from your family for such a long time.

Over the months I used to think that the things I miss about Goa, my home, was pretty symbolic in nature, for example- sea food, Uddo beach, kamurlim riverside place. Etc.

However, today on this friendship day, as I booked the ticket of 14^th August, and begin with the 10 days wait, I have come to realize that it’s not as symbolic or materialistic, it’s about my true friends back home, friends who have been with me ever since I was born, it’s about my family.  

Till then, I am going to hang in there, like a Brinjal or something, waiting to be plucked and transported back to Goa for 4 days and back (I now know the value of 4 days in Goa, that’s like whooping 96 hours).

So, consider it this way, some random thoughts with a profound touch crossed trivial part of this brinjal’s heart and it decided to put it here.

This friendship day, I would like to dedicate to you - my mom, dad, sister and my whole family back home. You have truly been my best friends who have always stood by me.

At the end, I would like to say just one thing which I picked from someone’s random Facebook status update and which clearly defines this onion peel like excitement which I am having and exactly what I am feeling.

It goes something like this - “Life takes you places, love takes you home” :)

year 2035: How uncle ronny met aunt Jenny

YEAR 2035

Me: Kids, I am gonna tell you all an incredible story. The story of how uncle Ronny met aunt Jenny

Kids(confused) : Dad! Thought you gonna tell us about how u met mom.

Me: well, kids the story of how i met your mom includes some complications and things which i will reconsider, analyse and edit and tell, so...its gonna take me a while. In the meantime i will tell you all this incredible story of the two people who are really close to my heart, and well yours too..

Son(innocent and childish excitement): yeah..!! it’s always nice to hear stories about uncle ronny.

Daughter(with equally innocent excited voice): and aunt Jenny!!!

Me:25 years ago sitting in our regular booth at tina’s juice centre near our college PCCE, your uncle ronny admitted to a “gospel” which was gonna haunt him for the next 2 years.

He said “ i think i may have developed a little crush on that girl”.

At that time, We were in the third semester , and pretty much fresh and raring to enjoy our next 3 years in college, so when i first heard it from his mouth, my reaction was.. well lets just say i ended up puking the orange juice which i was drinking in my own mouth and gulping it down my throat

Son: gross!! Dad you are so disgusting

Me: now, stop talking in between,  do you wanna listen to the story or no?

Son: I think I better go and play fifa

Daughter: I will go and watch vampire diaries season 20

Me: no no!!, kids listen to me, will handle Q&A’s later

Ok  so where was i?

Ah yes

I clearly remember that particular day. We had practical’s and me and ronny reached late..and ronny couldn’t get a place to sit next to aunt Jenny. The master coder ronny couldn’t even solve a simple C++ code that day, he had no interest in reading player ratings of arsenals 4-4 draw against Liverpool. I could see it on his face, I could sense it, the kind of feelings he had developed. No offense my dear daughter but girls are complicated and it was initial stage so I couldn’t risk giving a stern advice over this to ronny. It would have been vaguely premature from my side.

So, as the days went on their friendship grew stronger n somewhere between the 3rd sem, he fell in love with her. But the things between them were just based on those four magical words “we are just friends”, atleast for the external world around them.

And then came the 4th semester. One fine day we sitting at the willy’s ice cream parlour eating our favourite ice-cream promoted by then England football team captain john terry, and uncle ronny told me a secret which he had kept to himself for a long time.

Son: dad, can i ask you a question, isn’t willy’s the place where you get cigarettes and stuff?

Me: son, those were good old days back then, we weren’t even knowing the spelling of cigarette let alone touching or smoking it, listen, I am gonna tell you an important thing “smoking kills” and..

Son(interrupting): dad I am fifteen for god sake I know smoking is harmful.

Me: ok...good..

So, uncle ronny told me that he indeed confessed about his feelings to aunt Jenny, and she told him that she too “had” developed  feelings for him  but presently her feelings magically ( or rather “tragically” for uncle ronny) disappeared and she doesn’t feel it anymore, uncle ronny had gone for a long tour to Kolkata, and he confessed to me that had he known earlier, he would have come back to goa any day in between that tour, such a romantic guy your uncle ronny was/is..

What followed The following semester was the series of  ”THE END” and “the end of THE END”. Where in both used to stop talking to each other, start talking to each other, listen to sad songs, sing  happy songs together, stop sitting with each other, walk with each other.  We friends could only believe and hear  those magical words again “we are just friends”. But your uncle ronny has always been truthful to me. He used to tell me everything. And He always continued and tried his best to be with her and accepted whatever “the end” or “the ban” she used to impose on her. Aunt Jenny has always been a nice person but as you all know girls take a lot of time to accept some stern reality and she took her own sweet time, but what made me proud and what made aunt jenny proud is the fact that despite so many “failures”, “accidents”,  “no-feelings”, “backs” and everything wrong that happened during those times, uncle ronny always kept pushing, he always kept believing in himself and in his true love.

He sang “I can be your hero”, he went on to search and got the best shwarma in goa for her,

There was this one instance where uncle ronny reaches home which is 60 kms far  from college, and he gets a text from aunt Jenny saying “wish you were here in college”. He, without thinking twice, drives all the way back to the college and surprises her.

There were times when he used to feel depressed and call me in babaji’s cold drink house, we used to sit there in our regular booth and discuss about “the end” for hours. I always believed that what they had/have is special. Because, I had seen them together in my dreams.  Kids I have this weird theory, whatever I see in my dreams, it always turns out to be true.

Son: did you see mom in your dreams too?

Me: well, when I met your mom, I went into the longest dream of my life, and I never came out of it, I am still relishing that dream..

So, getting back to uncle ronny, those times he handled it pretty strongly, honestly if I was at his place, I would given up a long time ago...but as I said what they had was/is something special. And universe kept on conspiring and derailing their “the end” train. Although the things remained the same “we are just friends”, “no feelings”!!!

But then came the amiable twist,

 on the lonely, darkest and scary night of 27th march 2011, uncle ronny received a weirdest text, some kind of a code, he first thought it was from the aliens. But soon he checked it was from aunt Jenny, he couldn’t believe his eyes.

He casually picked his phone and called me. I will recite you all the exact conversation

Ronny: hey bro, what u doing?

Me: well, me chatting with this girl “what’s her name” (sorry kids i don’t remember her name anymore).. and I just “vazied” her.

Ronny: OMG, don’t tell me you used “the vazy” trick, did it work??

Me: oh yes, the “the vazy “always works,

 anyways what’s up? What’s so important to call in the middle of the night?

Ronny: bro u wont believe what just happened? I don’t know how to tell you, Jenny texted me some code, some weird code.

Me: article 322 of brocode says that when a bro stumbles upon a mysterious code or any mysterious design by da-vinci , he should always work in co-operation with a fellow bro while decoding it. See you tomorrow morning  at babaji’s and don’t come in shorts like always , “jeans –up”.

The next morning he showed me the text containing that code. It was a cryptographic recite. Let me tell you all one thing about aunt jenny. She might come across as a lazy person but she is one of the brightest minds around, in college she always used to mysteriously clear all the difficult, brainy papers but used to screw up all her easy papers cause of her laziness.

Getting back to the code, we worked on decrypting that code for 2 days, I tried all my brute force algorithms, uncle ronny apparently used to stare at the code on his cell for hours, although i still feel  he ended up staring at aunt Jenny’s picture instead like how he always used to do.

And after all this effort and tireless working day and night, cramming our brain with numerous possibilities we concluded that

WE ARE GOOD FOR NOTHING

Kids: so dad what was that code, how did you all find out?

Son: well kids respecting your aunt’s high level of intelligence, we invoked the “bro-oath” and decided to keep the anonymity of that code a secret, but I will tell you all what it contained.

4 days later on 31st march 2011 aunt eventually disclosed the hidden meaning behind that code; it contained those 3 magical words “i love you”.

She accepted the feelings are mutual, apparently she told him “I hate you for never letting me go, I hate you for always being there for me, I hate you I hate you I hate you, but I love you”

Uncle ronny was the happiest person that day.. And well needless to say i was equally happy for them and well i have nothing else to say what happened for years to follow, as they say in movies.. They went on to live happily ever after...:)

Kids blame the movies for having such high expectations of relationship, but honestly i believe whatever relationship it is, whether friendship, love or even parental. In a long run The only thing that holds it together or required for its sustainability is TRUTH and TRUST.

So, kids its almost 12.30, its time to witness the epic champions league final between Liverpool and AC Milan. Finish your dinner quickly..lets cheer our lovely club, and after the match I am gonna tell you all how Liverpool won the 2005 champions league.

Kids(shouting): dad...!!! How boring can u be?

Me:  A lot..;)

To,

 The editor,

Mimes of india.

Sir,

Well, u can perceive me as just another teenage Indian girl, but what I am writing to you is really more of a serious matter tried to put it in words by a teenager in real concern. Today as I sat in the hall watching the television with my parents, specially my lovely mom, I came across something horrible.

The hype and exaggeration of the reality shows and the supposedly creepy “breaking news” of the news channel have made us teenagers life a living hell especially girls. As my mom witnessed a horrified news of young girls getting raped across India and the manner in which they presented in their “sansani” style , her face dampened and along with my granny she felt extra serious about all this, and in turn , I had to hear a long lecture over this. This has been the case many times. Now the thing which they show is true to some extent, but letme be honest, im a realist as well as a “believist” . now something bad gonna happen, its destined to happen in reality. Just because I wear a salwar-kameez over a tee and mini skirt, doesn’t reduce my chances of getting molested, does it?.

Well I am lucky to be living and studying in the modern state of goa where people from all religion live in harmony . yet there are some things which are prevalent. I cant deny that. Some restrictions are oblivious and I know my limits and I know where I stand. But the hype which this reality shows and the news channel create is just too much. Specially the old people and conservative family personal take it too seriously and we teenage girls have to suffer mentally and emotionally.

 Not everyone is as lucky as me to have a wonderful pagal in my life- gaurav...:)

Now letme tell you few things about gaurav, he is the nicest person I know. The relationship which I share with him is amazing, he makes me happy, and the very fact that I have said “love you” to him more than I have said to any1 else proves how important he is my life. Anyways coming back to the topic. As I felt disturbed with the conversation with my mom, granny, I could think of only 1 person to talk to. When I get disturb I usualy hide myself like a tortoise in a shell. But this gaurav keeps irritating me, god knows why he likes to hear me crib so much, bloody loser! He even “loves” my mood it seems.. and as you know how much girls need a listener who can quietly listen to their cribbing and bla bla bla…so it all balances, no wonder I ended up calling him. Ok fine, as I write this I don’t find gaurav thing relevant to my original serious story, he had just a small role to play as he listened to my anger and agreed to whatever I said and even agreed to help me out in writing a letter (which he never did, lazy douchbag) so that’s all about gaurav.

Now coming back to the serious rape matter, I don’t understand why this men are so sex hungry. TV channels instead of showing statistics and nature of rape cases, should concentrate more on creating awareness and upgrading the seriousness of rape-molestation laws. I think government should really employ stringent laws like they should have men’s testicles crushed under stone if found guilty of rape case, and I mean it.

Funny story, when I was cribbing about such things with bitter angerness I said “if I could, I would chop everyone’s manhood” and gaurav said “please dont chop mine, I would never rape anyone. I promise”..lol he can be really funny at times. But mostly he doesnt talk. He only writes. And yet his one or two witty statements make me smile, and his funny stories makes me laugh like crazy. But then again as I said we two can smile and laugh in silence. Mad people we are. As I am writing this I am smiling thinking about him. And now I am blushing as well. I try avoiding it in front of him, but I know when we meet , sometimes I just look down and blush. He is just an average looking chap but his character is what I like, and well, he likes everything about me. Right from my braces to my beautiful eyes. Ok well I know I am praising myself too much. But I am only saying the truth. “mein toh apni favourite hun”..;)

Ok now forgetting about me and gaurav and getting back to the more serious matter. I don’t get why men are so sex starved. Physical intimacy isn't the only way to connect with ladies. We live in such a sex hungry society. The marriage has lost all its true meaning. A marriage is merging of 2 souls into one. It’s a state where 2 hearts melt, Where in both bride and groom know each other and know what they are doing. Where a groom realizes that this is the girl with whom he wants to spend his rest of the life with, she is the one whom he wants to kiss “goodnight” on her forehead every night. Her radiant innocuous face is what he wants to see every morning when he wake up. However the scenario has taken complete different sequence. I told this to gaurav and I say it again “marriage is just a connotation which legalizes sex, nothing else” . But then again like how gaurav explained not all men are like that , and I believe it. I once even told him that I want husband like him, who understands me so well, I don’t know whether he took it seriously or not. Anyways, Gaurav is really cheesy. A lot cheesy at that. But his cheesiness makes me smile and blush. As he once said “ I can make u laugh and smile without even touching/tickling you, just imagine how much in state of bliss you will be wen I actually touch you”.. pagal *blush*. He just has to tell me how beautiful I am. Despite me, knowing how beautiful I am..:P Oops! Sorry I should be talking about more general issues and not my personal life. So getting back to the rape thing. What our society needs is love and respect. What this news channels should do is work towards betterment of the society and fulfillment of the needs of the society. Education/literacy and stringent laws on alcohol restriction, rape acuse term and jail sentence etc are need to be in place. And most importantly what u need is someone in life who solves all your problems. Like how gaurav calls me his “stress buster”. Well indeed the feeling is mutual. We do need stress busters at times.

And At times I do miss gaurav, but I don’t know why I abstain myself from interacting with him , like for the past few days I havent been replying his calls, msgs. I know how he must be feeling. Outside he shows like he is cool and relax , but I know inside he must be dying a slow painful death without me. But then why doesnt he say anything, like I have told him “I love you” more times then he has said. I don’t get it, why are we holding our love back. Specially he is so cheesy and yet he Is happy at the way things are going in our mind boggling relationship.may be he is afraid that if he overdo some things he might lose me, cuz after all , he wants my happiness and over the time I have realized he means it, but what he doesn’t get is, he is my happiness..:).. Well, however it is, I know it does make me happy and it does make him happy and like one famous quote goes “he smiles, she smiles, problem solved”..:)

So , being in a relationship doesn’t only mean kissing, dating, and show off, its about being with the person who makes u happy, and oh ya! Also men shouldn’t rape anyone- physically or mentally..

Thank you..:P

Yours sincerely,

 Mausambi..;)

Eccentricity

I realize now that probably a very big chunk of my life I have spent being happy. ...Not ecstatic maybe- but happy for sure.... And that is what makes unhappiness so completely unbearable, So difficult, So bloodypainful...

I can't be unhappy. ..It is too hard to bear.... Too hard to accept and live with...

I don't care if that is the rule of the world.

I spent roughly 24 hours trying to live unhappiness down... I have notsucceeded.... I feel miserable... I can't laugh..

I need something... Get me that something. ...That someone.

Or take it all away....Revise and refresh my mind into a new document.

Why can I not be like the poetry I try to write? ...That can be edited on need?

Somebody please edit me....

i thought i had no feelings, but i was wrong...she was right all the way along...this creepy feeling of being lonely is so suffocating, i feel as if i am lying in bottomless abyss, floating with a heavy head, so full of thoughts and numerous thoughts leading to various assumptions each reaching its dead-end.
i never felt this before but why am i feeling so low today?, the day i expected and prepared myself to sleep early, this night is eating hell out of me, creeping me out, head feeling heavy, heart feeling hollow, i have become numb, loneliness is covering me up with this dark shadow and i am feeling helpless...
may be i never gave it a thought, maybe i thought this all to be my own fantasies and i would control them all. but right now i feel i am into her fantasies and that i have been controlled by her.
i should have listened to my dark passenger and the code which kept saying throughout that i am going in the wrong direction and that i am fading away..
i feel its too late to control this urge now, after all it has proved that i am still human after all, and that i am in the realm of her bliss and my own dark passenger which kept my "secrety" life intact and kept me cool and calm has finally abandoned me and yet again i say i feel numb, just a day after i tweeted "i feel alive"...

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...;)

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...;)