Love Bites

I’ll forget everything. That is a single sentence that killed the so called love. Now she is not mine, someone else have his hand over her. How can you just vanish away from my life? My ears still listen for your footsteps.

 As every middleclass family my parents also wanted me to do a government Job. I was never interested in a government Job. I always wanted to be the government, not the government servant. I learned the first lesson in life, everything runs on money. So I need money. Normal jobs will never give me that kind of money and I did everything to make more money and in the process lost more than what I would have made in a regular Job.

But everything changed when I met her. She became the reason for which I should live. I ignored everything and she became everything for me. I even didn’t care for my Job and was always engrossed with her thoughts. I decided to do anything under sun to make her my mine. She was like a cool breeze in my life.

We were like the best pair made on this beautiful planet. What went wrong? I have no idea. I’m sure for one thing, it was divine. Oh really? If it was divine, why the fuck did it end? Oh! May be as they say all good things have to end. I feel so low for myself. May be I was not the right guy for her. That cannot be true, if I’m not the right guy, then there is no right guy in this world.

How can someone new come to my life? How will I love her?  That will just be a compromise. I will never be with someone as crazy as her.  She was the only girl whom I’ve dated till date can have equal amount of alcohol with me and the sing Eminem’s “Love the way you lie”. She will be totally in her senses even though she acts beautifully that, she is totally drunk. I just love the way she sings when she is drunk. They say alcohol is bad, but it only makes her sexier.

I still remember our outing to one of the most beautiful beaches in Konkan. She was game for any crazy stuff. She fabricated the story of a study tour and we were off for a bag packing trip. It was so crazy that, we never had any destination in our mind and just wanted to spend some quality time together. We took a bus and set off like hitchhikers. Those were the best days of my life. I still remember her anger towards me, because of a love bite on her neck. It was so easy for me to divert her thoughts with a Joint I made for her. We both dozed off to sleep under the stars. Hallucination u

nder the effect of Joint was so good. Caretaker of our cottage had arranged the best available weed for our Joint. 

It’s been fucking one year she is no more there. I feel so lonely without her. Every fucking place reminds me of her. I wanted an escape from her thoughts. I wanted to run away from myself.  I changed my Job, I changed my city, I changed my profession. I did everything to get away. But still when I’m alone, I cannot escape from her memory. I badly want her. Today I have to go to her.

I bought flowers and the most expensive red wine. I was going to her, but looked like I’ll never make it. When I reached my destination, I was so lost in my thoughts. I went on to my knees and offered the flowers and wine at her feet. I stood up and started walking back. I just cannot resist myself to look back. I read the lines written on her tomb again.  “A beautiful butterfly who made everyone happy till she was alive rests here.” I suddenly noticed a weed growing next to her tomb and sat next to her tomb making a Joint and I became a butterfly flying along with the most beautiful butterfly.

It is very true that Love is like Butterfly, if you hold it too loose it will fly away and if I hold it too had, it will be crushed. I’ll tell you how I lost my butterfly, stay tunes to my blogspot. 

O Bangalore!!

You are/were a Bangalorean:

 * If u r immune to "meter pe 30Rs extra" n 'meter pe extra' is budgeted on ur spreadsheet u save on a cloud platform

* If you know that 80% BTM's population works either in Infosys or Wipro

* If the word "majestic" means something completely contrary to its meaning

* If you go boasting around to every other non-bangalorean that the weather here is simply awesome

* If the street dogs have a barking competition in your colony at night

* If You consider crossing Silk Board Junction in a single attempt as a major achievement in life

* If your time to reach home from airport is greater than the flight duration

* If you start drinking at 6.00pm because pubs close early, and then at 11.30pm, hit someone's house and continue drinking

* If your idea of a good night out is being back home at 11:30 and then head to nandi hills/Raasta

* If u are caught by traffic police n deal him by giving 50 bucks n say "saar ishte irodu, pls bitbidi saar" n he lets u go

* If you are in a 11 month agreement of living at some cross of some lane of some stage of some block of some nagar

* If after living in the city for decades you are proud that the only Kannada you know is 'Kannada gotThiLla'

* If the only option you have for food after 11:30pm is Empire

* If You work like a donkey all week only to pay your pub bill over weekend and to buy pass for occasional live concerts

* If you have ever wondered whether 100feet and 80feet roads are really 100 and 80 ft wide

* If you know how to reach your destination bt don't know how to go back home(One Way Woes)

* If a significant section of your traffic comprise of cabs for IT companies

* If Enjoy Maadi & OK Da are ur favorite Kannada words/lingo

* If you know what Corner House, Death By Chocolate and Hot Chocolate Fudge are all about

* If 4th block automatically implies Jaynagar 4th block

* If you know what the expression "wonandaaf sir" mean

* If you ve been to UB city just to check the brands

-- If you've fallen in love again and again and again with the lovely ppl at Bangalore....



I just couldn't resist to copy this from a blog and paste it as it is... I just can feel every word written about B'lore.

LIVING DEATH

The past was just a dream in the sleep. I never knew that I was near the short Distance to the next dream. I wandered in search of you in those distressed sleepless Night .Why is you now overwhelmed to hug me in this day? I don’t know what my feeling towards you; I had sympathy or may be I was in love with you. But now I’m bound to do many more things. I’ve to complete too many assignments. Why are you seducing me? I love the beauty with in you. Who told that you have worn a mask of terror? Now I’m afraid of you. What all rules from your book of law shall I follow so that your footsteps stop following my shadow? Oh! My gentile death, I feel sympathy towards you. What is your shape and form? If you are shapeless I’ll give you my shape.

Oh! My death don’t u have death? Do u have life? If you don’t have life then how can you been there till now from the starting of the universe? Where do u stay? There in those orbits of the planets in solar system or here in the depth of the ocean? If you don’t have the bluish sky you can be a meteorite. If you don’t have the ocean you can be Tsunami. Anyway your aim is the same all-time. No you don’t have life. Don’t all living things die one day or the other? Who gave birth to you? Were you a mistake happened to the God or to the Nature? Now when I’m near to death I know that you have a shape that is my shape. You have a voice that is my voice. You have life that is my life.

Till you grasp another life, till you give my life to another, my life is in you. I gave the responsibility of my life with the Death. Now you live with my life. Now we are one. I’m feeling jealous of you .After some time you may neglect me and take another life and start living through it. won't you? You are sick. I don’t believe you. Still the sorrow of leaving this life makes me so tired. Oh! My death when will we meet again? Today I’m in love with you. You may come to call me again in some other day, some another century, in another life. From this death I’ve started my wait to meet you again.

How will you identify me in that day again? Because I’m not sure of one thing that I’ll be a Man or a Dog?

Copper Sulphate

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Wrong Key

Story of a man and woman who had to stay in a house, where a murder happens and have to go on a run to escape from police.

Bollywood Dreamz

I zeroed down on Aamir Khan as the hero of my movie. Then I decided against it. His track record is not good. “Earth quake in Kutch after the shooting of “Lagaan”, Cloud Burst in Ladakh after the shooting of “3 Idiots”, Fire Accident in the sets of “Talaash” and now the accident  during the shooting of “Dhoom 3”.  I need a good omen guy.

Jeth

First time I met him was in the local train. I was reading John Grisham's "The King of Torts". His voice was as irritating as any sales man who comes in and disturbs us.  He had a couple  of headphones with him in multi colour. I was not a bit interested in buying the same. He was a bit different in his approach, he was not in a monologue to sell his product, but was having dialogue with the passengers. This was really strange and I tried to figure out what was wrong with him. The moment he came near I knew, the reason, he was drunk.

He came near me and tried to sell me a pink headphone. I asked him, "Daru peeke kyon bejtha hai ?". (Why are u drunk?) He was quick and took it very defensively. He told me that "Saab maine Daru nahi piya.. Yeh toh Beer hai". I couldn't hide my smile. By the time the train reached Mankhurd station and he jumped out of the train. He looked back smiled, waved at me and disappeared in the crowd. I went back into my Novel.

Couple of weeks later when I came back to Mumbai after a long official tour, I had no idea, I would meet him again. This time he was my auto driver. I suddenly recognized him due to his unique way of speaking with that Bojpuri accent. I didn't know if he had recognized me or not, but was speaking to me like he knew me for years. He was taking me to Kurla railway station from Mumbai Airport. Even in this half an hour ride he narrated me about his entire life. Even during the ride he didn't forget to help another autowala by pushing the auto till the nearby CNG station. He kept on speaking even though he was pushing the other auto with his leg.

He started with the difference between Mumbai and Bihar Culture. He was not happy with the kind of micro skirts and hot pants girls wear in  Mumbai. He continued speaking like, he was a great narrator. Sirji you know that, in our Bihar, our females would never come out of the house. They always wear Ghunghat (a veil or headscarf worn by Indian women to cover their head and often their face). They will never show their face to any stranger.


I told him that I knew about this custom and one of my friend from TATA Nagar had told me about the fact that she cannot show her face or even touch her Jeth (Husband's elder Brother). My friend also told me that if by mistake her Jeth sat on her bed, she cannot use it without cleaning it properly. I kept of offering the little knowledge I had about the system and culture. May be because of my excitement of knowing my culture I didn't notice, he was feeling very uncomfortable and had gone mute suddenly. I some how realized the situation and asked him what was wrong?

Sirji, what you are saying is very correct. These are some rules in the society and these are made to safe guard the well being of the society. You know sir, my wife was working in a small enterprise nearby and my dad doesn't want her work because, she will have to interact with other male staff and customers. She didn't say anything and from next day onward she stopped going for work. That is our culture, but that bastard was within the family, what can I do? Whom are you talking about? My curiosity grew. My elder brother cheated me. What happened, I asked as if I cared for him.


One day when I came home I saw my wife cleaning the Charpoy. I asked her why she was doing and she told me that, Jeth by mistake sat on it. Like her I also thought it was a mistake. but one day he actually tried to rape my wife. It didn't happen because I reached home at that time. I had no words to say anything, I managed to ask him What did he do after seeing such an awful scene?

In our village it is very easy Sirji. If some one is guilty Panjayat decides the punishment. I was curious to know what was his elder brother's Punishment. He took a deep breath and told me that, the panjayat decided to hang them both to death. We call it honor killing. I was in a shock for a moment. You mean your wife was also hanged along with your elder brother? By the time our Auto reached Kurla Railway station.

He took the cash from me and returned me the balance and he started turning his Auto and before riding away he told. " Sirji ek haath se tali nahi bajti.." I just stood there for few seconds looking at his auto moving away.