Happy Birthday my beautiful friend!!

Well I finally thought that I will write something on an unknown bond that has stood the test of time since we first meet in 2005 at an office party, and no better day to write it then on the day when the protagonist celebrates her birthday. Well the lady in question has been nothing but an enchantress and she too knows it rather well though I do my fair share to reiterate it to her whenever I get my opportunity (wink). The lady is epitome of grace, intelligence, and a brilliant sales woman. I have met very few woman who have a family to cater yet so fiercely competitive in the cliché man dominated world. She knows how to take the bull by its horn and literally does it when it matters to be done. Well I take the pride in our bond that has no name to it but a very special friendship which goes beyond the need to call or meet too often to help it survive. I guess at times we have not met or spoken for longer than a year yet whenever we did it just felt we started from where we had left the conversation the last time. Such relations are to be cherished for ever and rare to find in this highly selfish world that we are existing. On her special day today I would like her to know that she has been special in her own way. Something about her that attracts people and makes them willing to strike a conversation and keep it going. Her style, poise, sense of dressing and the way she carries herself teamed with a no non sense attitude makes her a mysterious personality whom everyone will like the challenge to unfold the mystery behind. I have been lucky enough to have shared a lot with her and the fact that we understand each other and respect the friendship that we share. On your special day my beautiful friend all I wish is happiness, prosperity, good health, sexiness, flirtiness and loads and loads of good luck in whatever you do in life. God Bless you!!

A true "bong beauty"...

A small city tucked away in the wilderness of the beautiful North East. The city many know as the Scotland of the East is where I come from and is named as Shillong. The protagonist of this blog also comes from the same city and we both grew up in the same locality. The proverbial “bong beauty” if I can attribute to anyone, out of all the bong ladies that I have known, I will blindly attribute it to her....and this probably made her the first crush of many in those times, and I guess I was no different. Well now that I am writing this I will try and recollect my memories of seeing her and knowing her though it wasn’t much through personal interactions during those days, but yes more of an observation- a kind of awe struck observation that as a teenager we are used to doing whom we admired. I still can’t believe I am actually writing this with her consent. Well...now let me see how far I can stretch the limit of my grey cells and start to recollect things. The first thing that comes to my mind when I try to recollect things, is the fact that she always carried the “I am serious” look although once she open ups then it’s completely different, yet by that look you will not find yourself at ease in case you think of approaching her. The walk through the lanes of the para with a set of books held close to her made the look even more serious and intellectual....and why shouldn’t it be intellectual, when you have the combination of beauty and brains...I mean it’s obvious to reflect somewhere. I particularly remember this vividly as I guess that is the time she used to come back from tuitions along with a close friend in toe and we were busy playing cricket on those lanes. Durga Puja was one time eagerly awaited as Dashami was one day where you could possibly have the luck to dance with her on the way to the immersion site or share the same truck while coming back....I was amongst the fortunate ones to have had the opportunity of both on quite a few occasions and that almost made my day, not to forget one particular occasion where the protagonist held out her hand to me to help her alight from the truck......well I was at my chivalrous best at that moment. I could see some hatred and a lot of envy in the eyes of many but did I care...not at all...to sink in joy of the fact of helping her alight was enough at that precise moment. Then came a phase where I moved out of Shillong to pursue studies and a career and years later thanks to Facebook re-established contact with her. Then through interactions in Facebook I came to know her much better, also came to know that she too had been abroad to pursue higher studies and was back working in Delhi NCR. I never thought that such on and off interactions over a social media site would one day provide me the opportunity that many would be jealous off- yes the opportunity to shoot her pictures thanks to my new found passion in photography around the same time. I admit today that I had butterflies in meeting her before the shoot....I was scared how it will go and what will be the final outcome of the pictures. I was relieved when she liked the pictures and that added confidence in me to do many such shoots with others as well. I will remember her gesture of agreeing to come on a shoot with an amateur photographer and someday if I make it good in life as a photographer I will love to remember her as my first model....wow that means a lot isn’t it??? Now that she is settled in a different city again the interactions are mostly through Facebook. Whatever little I have known her or understood her I can summarise that she is a perfect Virgo, intelligent, sharp, emotional, lets the heart decide more often than the brain, independent and likes her independence and takes pride in it, smart, and most probably a perfectionist too like most Virgo’s and yes how do I forget once again a “true bong beauty”.........

A strange book called the Facebook!!!

This piece of mine is inspired from a recently read article late at night when my senses were already in a slumber thanks to a few empty glasses that stared at me from the deep cavity of the wash basin at the kitchen…I was wondering about friendship and thinking of few old friends…some of them the very first one whom I called as friends, when I actually started knowing a relation that’s called “friendship”.

But now given the current scenario when life is fast paced and when we are all struggling to survive with that ever grinning fake smile, it seems friendship is just confined to Facebook…Even within Facebook it reflects a status message that I chanced upon to read which goes like this “Friendship on Facebook is like `KOLAVERI DI`….No need 2 understand, just enjoy it. Yes that’s how it has been over the last few years….

We take pride in the ever growing list of our friends in Facebook sometimes even without knowing whether we really want to call the other person a friend or just an acquaintance…I hope soon Facebook has a separate list where people can be added as acquaintances and not just so called friends. The very meaning of friendship and the closeness attached to it has changed and it’s not just the fad called Facebook but also our lifestyle which has to be equally blamed for this.

How many times in the recent past have we picked up our fancy mobile phones to dial up a friends number and connect with him/her??? Rather we are just happy to follow posts about marriages, deaths, births, promotions, new relationship statuses, holidays, parties and even ill health reading them all just like reading some glossy bollywood magazine without the least care or emotion just clicking the “like” button or adding a few senseless comments like a programmed robot. Yes sadly this is how it’s all been restricted to….

If at all we take fancy then we prefer to few lines in the chat window which ultimately just articulates into few newly coined phrases like “LOL” and “ROLF” which even the English dictionary is yet to get acquainted with….Is this the new age of friendship??? I get scared to ask this as I am also a part of this ever growing generation whom we proudly call “Netizens”….

Commenting on a few pictures without really understanding the emotions that went behind them or liking a few status updates is not called friendship..It is rather tested when we can actually be there when someone needs us rather than behave like maniacs in the cyber space showing our likes and dislikes…I would prefer a friend who’s there for me when I need him/her the most then a friend who likes my every stupid post and am sure so would many of you even if you like to flaunt your growing friend list….never the less happy Facebooking!!!

She's the Girl!!

She remembers the first time when I smiled at her yet she forgets which bus would take her home, she remembers the first time I hugged her yet she forgets the PIN of her debit card, she remembers the last time I made her cry yet she forgets which station of Metro she is supposed to get down to reach her destination….Yes she is the GIRL that lives in every girl……

She takes care of everything for everyone yet she forgets that she needs to take care of herself…She makes sure that no one is ever hungry yet she has no time to treat herself with something that she loves to munch…Yes she is the GIRL that lives in every girl….She takes care of how I should look when I go out to meet important people but she’s the one who is least bothered over her un polished nails…She mends my unstitched buttons yet she has no time to fix her broken hooks….She laughs at my silliest jokes yet she cries over sweet nothings….

Yes she is the GIRL that lives in every girl…She can remember the dates where we met at different places for the first time yet she forgets the date when she should have wished her near and dear ones….She keeps a tab on every important assignment that I need to finish yet she goofs up on her own assignment when she’s thinking about US…

She shouts at me when I am careless about my health yet she bothers the least about her own…Yes she’s the GIRL that lives in every girl….She knows what I should buy for people back home yet she wants nothing for herself and is unsure what she wants when I ask her to buy something…..She knows how much I look good in a particular hair style yet she gives a damn when she has a bad hair day….

She can stitch, she can mend, she can cook and she can clean, she can drive, she can shop yet she cries at the drop of a wink….Yes she’s the GIRL that lives in every girl…She can be the biggest strength at time of distress, she can give sound advice when needed yet she is lost when it comes to decide when she needs a career jump….She can solve complex programming codes, she can lead a team of people yet she is unable to even calculate her CTC and the components attached to it….Yes she’s the GIRL that lives in every girl….

She cares for everyone as no one ever did, she wakes up all night when someone is ill, yet she won’t tell you when she is unwell….She can sacrifice her dinner when people at home prefer to eat non-vegetarian, she will even cook it yet show contentment with just a bowl of magi for herself…Yes she’s the GIRL that lives in every girl…..

I don’t know too many of such girls and people say that most of them are like this, I have not seen many nor have witnessed how they live their life…but I have seen one and that makes me believe “Yes she’s the GIRL that should live in every girl”…..

An Obituary to E-mail

E-mail a term that caught the fancy of many in the advent of the new millennium is somehow fast loosing its existence thanks to the sudden takeover of Social Networking in our already busy lives....Gone are the days when baffled looking young guys and girls would steal time to make a visit to the nearby cyber cafe to frantically check their newly created e-mail accounts and get connected with the rest of the world...These days its more convenient to put up a status message to let all and sundry know how exactly you feel or even more stupid stuffs like what u had for dinner at your favorite restaurant....A simple click of the mouse and everyone in your friends list is aware of your current state......

How many of us now a days send an elaborate e-mail to our family or friends??? I believe the count would be as few as the letters in the word "E-Mail"...But all said and done it ruled our lives for more than a decade....From people declaring their love to receiving the news of death of a distant relative it has seen many sides of human emotions being sent accross the world... But like all good things which slowly nears its end the E-Mail too is slowly dying a silent death...Barring the official communication mode its personal touch is a mere a daily check to see if any interview calls have arrived from a recently uploaded resume....Ya nothing more than that at least for me....

I still remember the days when giving out your mail id was considered uber cool....The safest thing to ask a girl was her mail id when you knew asking for the phone number would be turned down outright.When the trend was of having in boxes filled with forwarded e-mails ranging from love quotes to religious ones threatening you of bringing bad luck if not forwarded to a certain number of people and you too doing it innocently to all in your address book unknowingly earning their unspoken anger....Many would flaunt having multiple mail ids too show how net savvy they were but actually just logged on to a single one....It was all fun exchanging those mails, sometime with pride on thinking how we have abolished the inland letters and the post cards from our lives....

Although it might seem convenient to let 200+ people on your friend list know how you feel through the medium of Social Networking, it still cant provide the privacy of an personalized mail or the charm of knowing that someone took the pain to take out time to write it especially for you and not declaring it to everyone....With Facebook ruling our life I feel the E-Mail is waiting for mercy killing and a decent burial instead of just keeping it alive for checking interview calls.......Hence an Obituary in advance......RIP

My companion….

Everyone needs a faithful companion and I too have one who has been there with me through thick and thin, bearing with me during my occasional bouts of mood swings and always there to lend that healing and soothing touch to my hyper active senses at times…..The association started a good eleven years back or so and it’s been one hell of a bond that we share till date, together we have seen many ups and downs in life, have been each other’s best critic and my companion is one of the very few to have ever witnessed the many side of my mood, jovial, pensive, angry, frustrated, elated, excited, apprehensive and the list can go on for eternity….

Never has my companion ever complained about anything, has always been a silent witness. Always easily available whenever I felt the need and faithfully being there with me. My companion has also been there when I treated friends over weekends or even then when I just wanted to be with myself, quenching my thirsty and dry lips and soothing my nerves at times.

Initially getting hold of my companion was not a very costly affair, but over the years thanks to the cost of living, my companion has also turned out to be quiet pricy but never the less this didn’t dampen the spirit of our companionship. There are many names that I call my companion with but here I will refer to the one favorite of mine which is KF…KF knows that our companionship is not that healthy, nor accepted socially but I insist that we continue. My very good friend is also against our relation knowing that it’s unhealthy…no no not the way that you might think… (wink wink)….

KF is tall, slender, soothing, and the best when chilled out….Now that’s some physicality to have, am sure many from the fairer sex would be put to shame reading KF’s qualities, but I take KF for granted, knowing KF would be there whenever I want KF to be barring few days in the year when both me and KF have no control over KF’s unavailability….Specially in Delhi these days are more in number than anywhere else in the country…(sic)

The weekends are never without the companionship of KF no matter what as I always believe after slogging it out for 6 days in a week I just can’t do without KF and the chilled out effect that KF brings to both the mind and the body…but more to the mind. The eleven years of togetherness has been simply awesome to even describe and the association has many fond and some not so fond memories, but it’s always been irresistible….

Wondering now and eager to know who KF is??? Yes it’s none other than the bottle of beer going by the name of King Fisher (KF) a companion to me like many of my breed…..

Letter from My Shoes...

Hi there!!...Sorry I still couldn't figure it out what name should I address you...Master seems a way too bit although I am aware that 12 hours in a day I am under your feet getting crushed under the weight but "Master" I still cannot utter those words to address you....I still remember the day when you carefully separated me from my brethren's just because I caught fancy of your roving eyes...I also couldn't miss how your eyes were actually checking on the lady standing at the counter with amazing contours of her physique... But I was least bothered about all this till the time you picked me up and tried me, sliding your feet...I still remember how well I fitted your feet and how excited you were giving side long glances to everyone on making a proud purchase...

That was a day and today it is another where I finally have decided to voice out my opinion to you...Its been a year now that I have been dedicatedly serving you but please understand that I too have a life span where I cant shine as always...The way you brush me every morning I sometimes feel like screaming out that can you shine your own skin after you have reached a particular age??? So have I, and cant shine more than what I do at present...I understand you need to impress your bosses, your clients and may be few passer by's but why at the cost of a brutal assault on my soul....

Also if you cant keep your socks clean then spare me from the pain of bearing with them for 12 hours everyday...I have become asthmatic just because of the amount of dust your filthy socks carry everyday with them...Please know that just a shiny shoe cant impress everyone and overall cleanliness is an absolute necessary... How I wish I were at some other place carefully handled by someone else than being man handled everyday at your hands..oops sorry feet!!

And last but not the least...why do you have to walk as if you are carrying the burden of the entire nation on your shoulders and that makes you sway from one side to the other...Please for Gods sake cant you walk like normal people do and spare me from the grueling pain that I undergo from the twists and turn that you unnecessarily take to maintain balance in your stride....

Please treat this letter seriously or else no matter how many costly shoes you buy you will still end up getting such letters which carries along with it the pain of poor souls (soles) like us....Still ready to serve you tomorrow morning...!!!