Moments into memories!!

Well I don’t know exactly how to put it in words, this weekend we had nothing planned up for us. A Friday grueling meeting meant Sachin n I had to come back to office for some work. Megha was no exception; the functional specification document is a never ending story for her. After managing to gulp in a couple of chapattis with tomato chatni, Sachin n I reached the bus stand near Megha’s PG. We sat there trying to plan, when n where to go. One came up with an idea, and the other two dismissed it straightaway, and this continued for half an hour. All efforts to vain all three of us consented (as always), “Baad me dekha jaega”, and decided to go and work for some time at least. This effort of ours didn’t help either, neither did Just Dial ki bakwaas service. Hmm…. Kuch der ke liye chotu ne dimag lagaya and came up with an idea, UB city jaate hain(I thought saala dinner ka paisa nahi hai, yeh bhai sahib Malya level ki baatein kar rahein hain)….. Megha reassured, “sirf window shopping karenge dear, don’t worry”, mai man hi man socha, ‘har baar mantri mall, esteem mall, abc, xyz koi bhi mall jaati hai yehi bolti hai, baad me carry bags leke nikalte hain ham saare, bull shit window shopping’. I as always least interested in shopping kept thinking, and just gave in because we had no alternative for it.

We left office….. ohhhhho before that the most important thing, we had to figure out the direction, address, bus numbers etc. Thank God some people here understand Hindi…… we changed two buses and reached Carporation(Corporation). Now we needed to walk for another kilometer to reach UB city. We had just started doing Tarrebaazi on road, when we suddenly saw a stadium and Karnataka Sports something something……. Chotu played basketball for sometime-he had been asking every other person” Bhaiya aap basketball khelte ho kya,…. accha nahi khelte….. aapko pata hai kya yahan nazdik me kahin khelne ki jagah hai ….etc. “ then it started raining, and Megha and I had an intellectual discussion on Passing clouds don’t last Long…lol…

Then we were damn hungry, we had some food, only some food- panipuri, bhelpuri, samosa, kachauri, veg grilled sandwich, rasmalai, cold drink…. Nahi nahi believe me zyada nahi khaya……..hahaha....... we were still hungry ;) then we decided we should make a move 2wards UB city now…….It was already dark and we suddenly saw the main UB building against the dark sky, IT WAS A SIGHT, I loved it. The building according to me has a resemblance to Roman architecture. It has this sophisticated + royal kind of look. We started with a watch shop, and I became sure we were not walking out of this place with carry bags. Even ATM m/c or Credit cards wouldn’t help. The cheapest watch in the store was worth a peti( 1 lakh) and the costliest…….15-16 lakhs…… dude Im not even earning a penny now…. L

We decided not to embarrass ourselves by entering other shops there. We straightaway went to the food court ka floor. There we had a fountain, and one of us wanted to go in the centre of it… We had no option we told her” You should go girl… come on….you can do it”…. And she did it with hundred people around she went in even when kids were playing on its outskirts….. And inspired by her, the crowd started coming in too, she is some girl mind you, she defined a trend there.

Well the best thing about food courts is you can have a seat, even if you don’t eat, or you want to check rates only. Rajdhani was 299, some Café was 295, Subway was no less…… we decided Just Dial man….. McDonalds not far away….. we left….ohhhhhhooooo before that when we were sitting there thinking of what to eat, I fell in love(4^th time in the day) with a girl in a pink… I don’t know what but pink dress. She was International Quota….. :D But she was beautiful and sweet as girls would define her….I would say she was h** and ****. But yes she had nice eyes, and I kept looking at her throughout, against the live music she reminded me of a character (-a dockyard girl near Mexico) in one of the books I had read. I was dragged away as we left the food court- I saw people still going to the centre of the fountain floor to get clicked.

“2 McChickens, 2 McVeggie, 1 with extra cheese, 1 Mc Veggie meal and a Mc Aloo Tikki”- Sachin ordered- MEGHA PAID J We had food against the background of a couple fighting, quarreling, breaking up, making up ;)- We don’t know what….. Then we clicked lots n lots of pics. Finally at 10:15 we left. After 10 it was obvious-1nhalf charge for auto and rare chance of a bus. “But jahaan logo ka chance khatam hota hai, hamare plans shuru hote hain……” We started walking for sometime, singing songs aloud, walking like”BEWDAS”-full talli kinds. Then we made an Assamese friend-whose friend is a country manager @ an IT park of B’lore-lol. We managed to get a bus to Richmond circle-another bus to Majestic- another to Hebbalaaa……. we were lucky we got a bus which dropped us near to our house and did not take much money either. @11:30 we clicked our last pic discarded by humans accompanied by a dog.

We had no plans for the weekend, we did not know how to enjoy or at least pass our time, but somehow things worked out, fortune favored and we converted “Moments into MEMORIES”…. Thank you GOD, and thanks friends, you made my weekend and I made yours…. :)

You are my world...I miss you!

17^th November 2009

It’s over, the trip back home, one about which I was so excited has come to an end, very much planned but still I feel upset. I have been staying away from home for more than 4 years now, and have got into this habit of leaving home for some unknown land. But I don’t know why as I move further away from my hometown I am getting into a state of remorse where explanation of career, ambition, passion or dreams does not suffice. I’m not feeling sad, neither do I feel like crying, but each time I open my eyes, feel a pain inside not seeing my parents around. I know I’m behaving childish, but am I grown enough to not miss them, is anyone grown enough not to miss them. They who have spent the best years of life taking care of all we wanted, all they wanted us to have, they who have stayed awake nights checking our body temperature even when an hour before it had returned to normal. They who have given the last bit of food available in the hardest of time themselves staying hungry. They who have spent teaching us Geography and Mathematics when their friends went around the globe discovering new horizons and spending money at a rate enough to challenge Shankuntala Devi’s numeric capabilities. I know many are of the belief that it is but their duty, their responsibility. I don’t deny but is it as easy done as said to sacrifice all you dreamt of before marrying, sacrifice your aspirations, your social life, your fun and frolic, your smiles, your tears, all for your children. As I figure out the efforts that have gone into making me what I am today, the pains behind my peace, I feel our parents have the right to be missed. They deserve a lot more than they expect from us. All they look forward to, as they think of future is our being by their side. They don’t want to be left behind alone in the cold winter nights. They dream of the moment when you will grow up and put a shawl around their shoulder and say, “Don’t worry I’m there with you”. I guess that means much more to them than a car, a house or the wealth of the world. I still suffer from the pain inside as the vibrations created by the train are outdone by the shudders running down my body, but the confusion gives way to a pleasing thought, Let this pain lead me to my responsibility, let me do what my parents want and much more. Friends I know we have dreams we have careers and lots to do before we leave the world, lots to achieve and too less time but don’t you think our parents have even lesser time and all good that can happen to them is through us. They found reasons to smile in our laughter, today they want to look at the world through our eyes. I hope we don’t fail them who succeeded in making us.

I !

The world said I can’t

I said I will

They laid thorns on my path

I could not fly

I bled my feet through it

The destiny decided

‘Let’s not give it to him’

I fought for my right

They showed me fire

I did not hide

I burnt myself through

The Lord gave his verdict

‘He is not born to Win’

I just said ‘Yes I Am’

He gave me a pain filled path to cross

I did not try finding reasons to smile

I cried as I fought all grief

The life smiled back and told me

‘You are here to be ruled, ruled by me’

I said

“I did not defeat the thorns and the fire

To be a part of the deadly mire

I did not answer the Almighty to just be a slave

I did not wipe off tears I did not act brave

To let you rule what I won against odds

To give away to you the reflection of my Gods

I am here to see not my victory

But to see to it that HIS decree

Of the truth, of the flame that burns within all

Shall always burn, burn high and tall

Till there is the last drop of life

In this world, of pain and of strife

For war shall I not but for peace I will still

Stand in between you, yes you and HIS will”