Zor ka jhatka!!

Surya smiled that beautiful smile of his, which makes me go weak in the knees every single time. His eyes twinkled with mischief and I knew he had something on his mind. Something naughty - Something which would make him smile wider.. Hahaha.. I couldn’t stop laughing at his apparent restlessness.

He caught hold of my hand and took me away from the throng of people. He held on tight as if to assure me that he won’t leave me alone, that he will be there for me..

Suddenly, Sultan materialized out of thin air and ran towards me to attack. He had a two-pronged weapon in his hand. Surya tackled him and tried not to let him get near me. They tumbled on the ground and fists were flying, while I stood in the background like a helpless starlet. Every punch Surya received went right through my heart.

Surya fell on receiving a shove from Sultan – Sultan ran triumphantly and pinched my nose with the clip – I screamed in agony – My valiant Surya got up and hit Sultan where it hurts the most.. and Sultan crumpled down in a heap..

Surya looked at me with joy in his eyes and I picked him up in my arms and we both danced around to the music of “Zor ka jhatka.. haaye zoron se laga!”

P.S. Sultan was still wincing in pain because of the ‘zor ka jhatka’!!

P. P. S. – Surya is a 3-yr old J

Him..

She looked out of the window. It was the day she had been waiting for.

She looked onto the streets. What was keeping Him? Most of the Others had turned up..some last night..some early morning...

She looked out expectantly at the empty patch of road. Oh! Where was He?

She had woken up early, worn her beautiful new saree..

Glass bangles tinkled merrily on both her hands..

The bindi on her forehead twinkled as if winking at someone..

There... now.. she could hear the drums announcing His arrival. Happily, she looked at the procession..the boys beating the drums...in the front.

And...there He was.. sitting grandly, with a beaming smile and the head of an elephant! Yes, the Elephant-God had arrived..Ganpati Bappa Morya! Clad in a red dhoti..with his favourite - the modak held in one hand. One hand holding a conch, one holding the chakra.. and the fourth raised to bless his devotees. The people danced with the joy of his coming...everybody was rejoicing.. be it the 70 yr-old grandpa or his 40 something son.. and joining this melee..was a 2 year old dressed in a dazzling white kurta-pyjama dancing away to glory..He tried hard to follow the steps of the others. He couldn't quite match them but he did what he could by putting up his arms.. shaking his legs.. and jumping up and down. Oblivious to the indulgent grins around him.

The women and the girls made up the party from behind.. distributing prasad to people who came up to ask for Ganesha's blessings..

The procession arrived..and the idol was installed. There would be pujas everyday.

And.. finally Ananth Chaturdashi would arrive. It was the day she dreaded. He would leave that day and wouldn't return for a year! He would go again with the throng of people surrounding him, shouting "Morya..re Bappa Morya re...Ganpati Bappa Morya..Pudchya Varshi Laukar Yaa". The people requesting Him to come back the next year.

She sadly looked away..the happiness she derived from His arrival would always be driven away by the sorrow of His departure.

Memories

“Paagal!!! Kuch bhi kya bolti hai.. I will kill you..” – This was followed by a loud shriek and giggles..

Next I hear is a beep and my friend has cut the call. The giggles and the loud chatter continued.. I was in the train travelling back from work and a bunch of teenage girls were responsible for this “noise” pollution. I called her back and before I could say something, the background score started and B-E-E-P.. the call is cut again!

The 2 ladies sitting in front of me start laughing after seeing at my exasperated expression. I tried giving dirty looks to the ‘chuckling chicks’, to no avail. They go on and on. How can they talk so much and at such an irritating pitch! No peace even in the train. I was praying they get down as soon as possible, so that I could close my eyes and relax a bit.

“Paagal!!!!” And it starts again -

CC 1 - Arey problem 9 ka solution me, maine kuch to gochi kiya hai yaar – Did you get the right answer?
CC 2 – Kya tha question? Let me see.. Of course, ye to XXX sir ne karaaya tha class me! Don’t you remember, bozzo?!
CC 3 – (nodding sincerely) Yeah.. yeah..
CC 1 – When? Mujhe kyu yaad nahi..
CC 2 – Paagal!! It was the day.. Vishal had worn that nice black shirt.. and we were all saying he’s looking good..”
CC 3 – Eh?
CC 1 – Oh.. I remember thaaaaaaaat day, but.. haan, he was looking really good na.. he has Ranbir jaisa smile.. but he needs a hair-cut yaar!! By the way, did you guys see Ishita today? That top was so not suiting her, yaa..
CC 3 – Meri ma! We were discussing problem 9, I suppose.. and oh-shit.. it’s Ghatkopar already – get down!! Go.. go.. go!
CC 1 – Oh, yeah.. Byeeeeee.. Kal 8.42.. ok.. Bye
CC 2 – Yeah.. Bye.. Sambhalke ja.

And, suddenly I couldn’t stop smiling to myself.

I recollected the day, 2 years back, when I was travelling with 2 of my friends in the morning and one grumpy aunty said to another – “How much these girls talk! Didn’t even let me sleep. Ruined a perfect morning nap!” Of course, she was referring to us.. and one of us cattily remarked – “If people want quiet and peace, they shouldn’t travel by Mumbai’s local trains! It’s public transport, for God’s sake. We will talk if we want to..” And all 3 of us laughed..

This incident just made me miss those fun-filled days articleship days..
When all of us travelled together, pulling each others’ legs..
When random and abrupt plans were made for outings and all joined..
When we met almost every day at the station and talked and laughed..
When every alternate day, someone would be made the ‘bakra’ who would foot the bill for the chat/ ice-cream/ sandwich party..
When notes were exchanged, doubts were solved and bitched about our seniors..
When people were paired and teased to death..
When gossip was shared and speculated about..

Those days were amazing 3 years of my life – Had the most fun, unforgettable moments and made great friends..

THE GULMOHUR

I don’t know what draws me to it..but I surely have started noticing it everywhere I go. Almost as if it is waiting for me so that I can admire it - The Gulmohur Tree..

It is this year that I can’t help noticing the way the very green leaves turn into flaming red flowers just before the monsoon. It looks as if the tree is on fire..shades of orange and red..and an occasional yellow. And there is always a carpet of these bright colours below the tree. It is soooooooo pretty!!!!

There is one Gulmohur at my bus-stop which I keep on looking at..while waiting for my bus which arrives according to IST.

There was one in my college ground. The red on the very brown earth used to look..er…hmm..lovely..I used to feel like getting out of the library and sit under the tree with my books spread around and a light breeze playing..with the mynahs chirping happily. Zzzzzzzzzzz…I am daydreaming.

There is one just at the corner of the road where I take a turn. Again as if expecting me to stop and just look admiringly.

Hmmmmm…I look out of the window. Onto the Yeoor hills…all green..very green..and there it is…a tree on fire..here..and hey..there too..trying to hide itself behind the vast green foliage.

The flower of the tree is also a beauty. Five petals - each one as bright as a flame..yellow merging into the orange..the orange merging into the red. Actually a flame is blue and yellow..I guess..what the heck!! IMAGINE IT! ;)

And there are five “things” other than petals. I have no idea what it is. Some rectangular pointy things..as kids..we used to scrape off the red part on it..and that part would be a little sticky. We would stick that onto our nails..and pretend to be witches and monsters. WOOOOOOOOOOOOO…

Moral of the story: I like the tree :D

The girl in pink

A girl in a pink salwar kurta walked in front of me. As tall as me, long hair, she was walking ahead with sure steps. She reminded me of someone. As usual, in such cases, it takes eons to realize who she reminds me of and by that time the name comes to mind – poof!, I have forgotten, why in the first place was I thinking of that person.

Anyway, there she was walking some 15-20 steps ahead of me.. Then, it hit me. Of course, she reminds me of P – a colleague in the place I earlier worked. Just a minute, she doesn’t remind me of her. It is HER! I was extremely sure – of course, it is her. (Pls note that all these conclusions were being made at the distance of about 20-30 feet.) She worked nearby, so it had to be P. Oh, P! I hadn’t met her since 3 years.. such a long time. Let me have fun. I took out my cell-phone, dialed her number and P picked the phone – and the girl in pink also picked up. No doubt left in my mind, that it indeed was P.

Conversation –
M: Hi P, where are you? Long time..
P: Hey.. yeah.. I am fine.. I am in the office yaar!
(I hear the sound of the wind blowing..)
M: You sure? Are you not walking towards X railway station, in a pink salwar-kurta?
P: No, I am not. I am not in pink today and where are you?
(I note a trace of suspicion in her voice.. Somehow it enforces my belief that it indeed is P and she is lying to me for some reason :P)
M: P – Don’t lie yaar, I can see you walking ahead of me and you are on the phone talking to me. Don’t take me for a fool. I can even hear the wind blowing. How can that be if you are in the office?
(Detective K at work, you see.. comes from reading too many mysteries.. That’s a title given to me by a friend – don’t even try to ask the reasons for the same)
P: Arey M, I am sitting in my office, right next to the pedestal fan. What is wrong with you! Wouldn’t I know where I am??
M: Jaane de P, I know it’s you – I will come upto you and then you will have to stop lying. See you in a minute.
And Detective K sprints ahead, bumping into somebody’s suitcase – hurting her knee.. ”Ow!” – Making a taxi break suddenly..”Krrrrrrrrr..”
.. and she is almost near P – when she notices..

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... The girl in pink is still talking on the phone.. (As you might have noticed, I stopped referring to her as P)

And there ends ~M~ a.k.a. Detective K’s super-confident discovery! ;-)

Yeah, it was someone else. I called up P and apologized to her. She laughed and she laughed.. and she laughed.. yeah, she couldn’t stop laughing.

A dream

This is an attempt at continuing “The library..” – Honest feedback requested.. Should this be continued, rather can this be continued? Suggestions are most welcome.




“Hmmm.. ab mujhe koi.. intezaar kahaan.. na na na naa na.. na na.. kahaan..” – Shreya hummed to herself.. tapping the pen against her lips..

Can this song take her one step closer to her dream? She couldn’t make up her mind. “Wo jo kehte the.. aafshaar kahaan.. AA-F-SHAAR..” The pronunciation will have to be correct; points will be reduced if any mistakes are made. Small things make a BIG difference!! The college exams dates were approaching – the contest dates will be declared in a few days – Dates and deadlines – will the chase ever end?

Shreya wanted to be a singer. No, it wasn’t a childhood dream. No, it wasn’t an inspiration after watching Sonam Kapoor’s cutesy act in Delhi 6. She just felt she could sing – she had no formal training. A case of being the “in-tune” voice in an antakshari. The thought gave her something to dream about, to look forward to. It gave her a goal, which she would pursue till achieved.

She couldn’t ignore the exams. She needed to complete her formal education. They wouldn’t take her dream seriously, if she sidelined college – She was smart enough to realize that. “I will clear all the hurdles” – Shreya thought to herself.. “Now, what’s wrong with this guy?” The guy with a sad expression lurking on his face, a face which was transformed when that smile with a hint of mischief, flashed. Nice hair, impish smile – cute guy! The guy had that unhappy expression on.. Everyone has their share of troubles. Maybe he has had a bad day. Anyway, he seemed to be studying hard, which reminded Shreya .. “EXAMS”!!!

Shock laga.. laga.. Shock laga!!!

Well.. it wasn’t a shock.. but it sure was electric!! I am talking about the atmosphere in the CCI on 13^th March 2010 – the venue and date for the IPL 2010 match between the Mumbai Indians and the Rajasthan Royals. My first stadium experience and boy, did I have a great time!

Enough with the exclamation marks already.. I know.. Hehe.. I couldn’t stop grinning at the end of it.. a Mumbai Indians win – a beautiful century by Yusuf Pathan – a nail-biting finish and my day was made.. Sachin’s early exit made us a little glum – we were hoping for atleast a 50.. Rayadu and Tiwary more than made for it with their gutsy half-centuries. The entire junta was hooting for the local team, except a few who made it a point to dance around when Pathan was on the war-path.

All the guys had a wide grin plastered on their faces – courtesy the RR cheerleaders prancing right in front of us. Finally, the East Stand had its advantages ;)

T-shirts in 2 shades of blue, curly blue hair, balloons and banners in blue – it was blue all the way. Zaheer’s penultimate over had us standing on our seats in eager anticipation. What do I say about Lasith Malinga’s wonderful last over – Chants of “MA-LIN-GA! MA-LIN-GA!” in perfect unison were heard encouraging the curly haired seamer – and he did not disappoint.

Mumbai Indians won by 4 runs – however, measly be the margin, it would be an unforgettable match for me. The crowd, the noise, the energy, the proximity to the action and the exciting finish, all made it a complete package..

P.S. As I finish scribbling this, MI have just won by 98 runs (Woohooo!!!!) over the Delhi Daredevils with a 63 by the Little Maestro, lovely fielding by one sub in the DD team – Yogesh Nagar and smart wicket-keeping by Aditya Tare.

Friends..

Hasn’t the recent fracas between the Sena and SRK taken up enough reams of paper, news reels and web-space? Hasn’t the focus conveniently shifted from more relevant issues?

Anyway, as I wouldn’t like to waste more time on what’s right and what’s wrong? Or what was done for publicity or maybe not. Let me not waste ‘web-space’ on the same topic.

Ever wonder, how you end up being friends with the most unlikely person. No offence to the person, of course, but just that, you wouldn’t have ever thought you would be bosom buddies! There have been friends like that in my life, wherein I have spent 3-4 years with that person being acquaintances, and some common ground throws you together making you the best of friends.

The common ground may be any of the following - the workplace, college, train (!), classes, school and many more. I am back to being ‘more than Orkut/ FB’ friends with my classmates from school, because of a school reunion and am I glad, that happened! Thanks to Ram, of course.. College/ classes buddies tend to stay in contact, considering the fact that you tend to have similar career aspirations. Bitching about the boss, the working conditions, the amount of work, favouritism, the furniture, the Air Conditioner.. the list is endless – wherein you end up finding a patient ear or maybe an impatient tongue.. Now, coming to the train friends – doesn’t the lady who offers you her seat hold a special place? There’s a daily dose of entertainment to be found in the train.. Someone’s birthday gets you a piece of cake (:D) – someone might tell you where you can find the best bags in town!! It’s a veritable (not always) source of information, I tell you – atleast the ladies compartment is.

What I am trying to say is, I am thankful to have all these “kinds” of friends – who make my life, the life it is. Love you all..

The Library

Those eyes..what was it about them?
Ajay could never figure it out.

Her eyes were black, yes black..not the usual brownish-black. Jet black...which could be matched only by the engulfing blackness of the night. Nothing else could describe its intensity better. The black which matched the colour of her hair.

Her hair..pulled back by a simple clip, framing her face. A few short strands which escaped the clip would be brushed off irritatingly by her.

Ajay smiled to himself. Why was he drawn to this girl? He had hardly ever talked to her. She was not very pretty, nor was she very popular. But, he had noticed her on the first day of college. The girl with the big black eyes. Eyes which betrayed every emotion of hers. Eyes which you would love to get lost in. What was happening to him? He had come to the library to study, not to look at girls with pretty eyes. He got back to his books.

"I have had my share of crushes and silly infatuations".. Neha was the love of his life in high school. They were the perfect 'boyfriend-girlfriend'..by all the standards set during school-times - sharing their little secrets and food, holding hands, talking on the phone for hours and watching movies. After a certain point of time, when they grew up, both of them realised they were being immature. After Neha moved to Delhi, they had lost touch with each other.

Ajay realised he was wandering in his thoughts again. He looked at the girl with the black eyes. She was tapping the pen held in her hand, against her lips in thoughtfulness. Seeing her engrossed in her books, he got back to his books and started studying.

The beginning..

The Teacher already knows my name

“Teacher ko mera naam pehle se pata hai!!!!”…

This was supposed to be the coolest retort in school if a kid threatened to complain about you to the Teacher.

It usually started with a fight and then the person who gets hit the worst starts whining… “Main teacher ko tera naam bataunga…"

And if you responded with the statement mentioned earlier…you are bound to get applause from the other kids around you…

Yeah.. I am speaking from personal experience…

Funny.. how the definitions of “cool” keep changing!!

(This is an old post written in 2004 - might as well start with that)