Sunday, May 18, 2008

Something...


I thought of penning down a simple story between a boy and a girl. However, my style of writing will be heavily influenced by Chetan Bhagat of "Five Point Someone" and "One night @ Call Center" fame. I am just trying to copy him. So, any resemblances and you know why. I am not sure of the number of parts this story would run into. Haven't thought of a name as yet.
Well, here it goes.....

"6:40 a.m", Daniel glanced in his Timex Brown Dial watch. "I have to reach the Interface Building before she leaves." Daniel's mind wandered when he had last time seen Lavina. He was smitten by her cute smile the very first time he had seen her. Though Daniel never believed in Love at first sight, he could never explain this feeling he had for her.

Daniel and Lavina worked for an international contact center. Daniel was in his first shift (7:00 - 15:00) today while Lavina's shift ended at 5:30. But she had to wait till 7:00 for her transport to drop her home. This was one of the best things of working for a contact center. You get the company transport for home pickup and home drop. Though Daniel worked in a contact center, he did not belong to the BPO. He was a part of the technical team.

It was the mid of monsoon and Daniel was greeted outside the railway station by the dirty brown muck thanks to the morning drizzle. The smell of hot Batata Wadas and Medu Wadas filled the air tempting the morning crowd to the roadside restaurants for a quick breakfast. Daniel was hungry but he couldn't afford to waste his time gorging the road side stuff. Quickly, he made his way from the railway station to the rickshaw stand. His office was located 10 minutes walk from the station. But, he did not feel like walking that day through the wet mucky road spoiling his expensive Lee Cooper leather shoes. Also, he was getting late.

"Interface Building", Daniel told to the rickshaw driver and hopped into the rickshaw. Barely had he managed to seat himself and 2 men got in. This was courtesy - Share an auto where 3 people shared the auto fare to travel the same distance. Already cramped into a small seat, Daniel was now sharing his space with 2 men.

2 minute ride later, Daniel found himself outside the Main Gate of the Interface Building. He took out the Identity Card from his Shirt Pocket and wore it around his neck. No one was allowed inside the Interface Main Gate without a valid Identity Card. The visitors too were given a special Visitor's Card which was to be worn all the time in the building premises.
"I wonder why this place requires so many men in Security Uniform strolling around? This place seems to be more heavily guarded than the Pentagon.” thought Daniel. Soon, he was at the reception. 2 more guards glanced at his Identity Card. "Strange", thought Daniel," They see me everyday and even then they scrutinize my Identity Card. Either they are very loyal to their duty or have a short memory."

Flashing his Access card in front of the Card Reader, Daniel made his way to the Recreation Area A. It was located perpendicular to the Main Exit. A water cooler, a coffee vending machine and a waste bin were the only permanent occupants of the Recreation Area. However, he witnessed a couple standing there today.

Daniel's Bay was located to the extreme right of this Recreation Area A just before the Cafeteria. As always, Daniel filled his paper glass with water from the cooler. While sipping the cool water Daniel’s head turned to catch a glimpse of the girl - a general male tendency. But, the sight made his heart sink. She was Lavina. Daniel's mind was injected with thoughts, "Who the hell is that guy??? What is he doing here??? Why is he discussing with Lavina??"

Angry and dejected, he crumpled the paper cup and threw it into the waste bin. With a heavy heart he once again glanced at Lavina. This time she saw him. "Hiiiiiiiii", she shouted out. Her words were like a whiff of fresh air. All his dejection vaporized into thin air. Daniel wanted to speak to wave back to her. But, a soft Hi was all he could whisper. He did not feel like invading their privacy.

Daniel was a simple guy. A simple Hi from Lavina made his day. With a song on his lips and a spring in his steps, Daniel advanced towards his Bay. He was on Cloud Nine.

To be Contd…

Sunday, May 20, 2007

Kya Din The...

Woh bhi kya din the...
Jab hum sab college ke back bench pe baithe the...

Woh assignments ke papers...
Woh apne class ke toppers...

Sab yaad aata hai...
ek chehre pe muskaan laata hai...

Woh volley ball ke matches...
Woh box cricket aur basket ball ke matches...

Woh Do baje ke baad result lagna...
Woh raat raat bhar night mein jagna....

Tiffin se cheen kar khana...
kisi ka chappati churana...

aaj bhi yaad aata hai...
chehre pe muskaan le aata hai...

Woh bhi kya din the...
Aaj bhi yaad aate hain....

Fanatics pe depend hona....
Answer nahi aaya... toh saamne wale ko poochna...

Aaya...toh bhi poochke confirm karna.....
Chaalis marks ke liye... neech se neech harkat karna....

Woh tees paise ka xerox maarna....
Pachas hazaar ki fees bhari... fir bhi aise maamlon pe kanjoosi karna...

Woh canteen mein assignment chaapna....
Nahi chaap paye..toh kisi ka submit kiya hua dhaapna....

Woh rickshaw mein Paanch rupye dekar share karna...
Usmein bhi Dhinchak rickshaw hi dhhondhna....

Aaj bhi woh din aate hain....
Chehre pe ek muskaan late hain....

Woh bhi kya din the....
Aaj bhi yaad hain mujhe...

Woh Monday ke Workshop ke din....
Kaate hain humne bina kissse ache tool ke bin.....

Woh workshop ki garmi mein filing karna.....
Kahi haat na ghis jaye isse darna

Haat toh zaroor ghis gaye...
par woh lokhand nahi ghissa....

Aaj bhi yaad hai mujhe....
Woh college ke practical wale din...

Woh breadboard pe circuit banana...
Atul ko chodke sabka ladkiyon ko taapna....

woh chemical lab pe chemicals mix karna....
kisne tha jaana.. aaj wohi log vodka aur sprite mix karenge...

Woh CRO tube se khelna...
woh Nemade ki fir daat khaana....

aaj bhi sab yaad aata hai...
chehre pe ek muskaan laata hai...

Sunday, April 08, 2007

Jai Paaji

This post is dedicated to the Siddhu of our group.... Manprit.... I bet he would have started "hahahahahhahahaha" by now. Manprit.. Sardar or Bobby (Deol not Darling) as we lovingly call him.... loves to laugh.... push people around... laugh.... threaten someone from the group.... run.... laugh again.... get emotional.... laugh again....

He is a grown-up kid who a great fan of Sunny Paaji... Stays physically in UK but is mentally present in India in a place called Khar... He is one guy who has been pestering me to write something about the Animal Kingdom since the last few days... I call him Jai paaji and he calls me Veeru Paaji... Oye ki kara?? Shera menu punjabi seekhanevich bahut mehnat karte haigi.... or is it haiga??? I am confused again....

The best part about Jaipaaji is that he is an Indian to the core. Though he stays in UK, he loves Firang bashing. No idea what will he go through if the Skinheads read this... ;-) Shifting our focus back to college days... I remember that he hasnt changed since then... He used to push.. run and laugh.. and still does the same... That makes me think.... did he behave the same way in school as well??? Just a thought!!!

Manprit was also famous in our group for his famous lip smacking Paneer Mutter which hi mom cooked specially for us animals... and the best part... Manprit never ate it coz we never shared it with him... Don't you feel like meeting him now??? Or rather never meeting him??? But then you need to know how does this Laughing Saand... looks like??? Though he never poses for the camera.. he has sent this pic only for all you people....

P.S. Your suggestions are welcome... Please help him GROW UP...