Shikha…..it is impossible to describe her in words. If I have to tell you something about shikha, I can’t tell one specific thing. Shikha was a beautiful girl on every standard. Shikha was a girl having blue eyes, black hairs, good height and decent health. Shikha was actually a pair of 2 eyes having lots of dreams. Shikha was a girl, who loves her family so much that she can leave all her happiness just for the sake of her family. She was a fun loving girl, who always loves to dance and sing.
In rainy seasons, she love to dance on the roof of her home, in winter she love to made tea and pakodas for her papa and in summer she played cricket and snake-ladder (her all time favorite game) with her younger brothers. In any functions (whether it is at her home or at a distant relative’s home) she works as if she has 100 horse powers. All day night taking care of all the guests, food facility for all the people, pack some sweet who ever is going home. Doesn’t matter how early you wake up in the morning, you will always find her doing something and same things holds true for night. Though sometimes you may find her tired physically but mentally, she always wills to do anything. And despite any tensions or retardation, you will always find her cheerful and full of humor.
She always like sunset. One or two time I caught her looking at sunset and found her eyes startling with some shines and for me it was like she is taking energy from the scene. She always loves to play with kids. And when she is playing with kids, you can’t guess her age. In her family there were 6 members i.e. a friendly ma, workaholic papa, 2 younger brothers, always angry kind of elder sister and cookie (her tortoise). Shikha was a “favorite to all” kind of girl. Shikha was a girl who loves everything and everyone around her, a girl who never ever can hate anybody, a girl who has lots of friends but just one enemy i.e. her beautiful face and caring nature which cracks every wall of her beautiful world and damages the icon of purity and simplicity. The problem was that who ever comes in contact to shikha, fall in love with her. She was irresistible. People feel kind of attraction for her.
The first thing which shikha lost was her sister i.e. Sonali. Having average color and self caring attitude she always felt complex with shikha. There were hardly any days where her sister didn’t fight with her, shikha understood this and she hate herself for the “growing distance” with her sister. The biggest thing which she lost was her family’s trust due to a guy named “vivek (aka me)”. I came in her life as a wild card when she just completed 9th class and I was preparing to go in 11th std. We met when she came to a distant relative. We became friends just after few meetings. But just after 10 days I fall in love with her and gave her a letter (I know I was immature that time but I did this just to know her feelings) which her elder sister got and after that shikha has to leave that place. This incident shakes her world. And it became the root of many followed consequences. She lost the trust of her family specially her sister. She never said anything wrong still she has to listen a lot. She never did anything wrong still she had to bear pains. She never took any side still got all the suffering. shikha was a girl who never ask for anything still lost everything,…
God knows only her feelings about me as she never spoke anything about this issue. And that’s makes the things difficult for me.
May 22, 2010
May 15, 2010
Wo Lamhe...(1) by vivek
Time: 12:30pm Place: Bhopal station
I just came out of my train. And my next train was at 6:30 pm so I have to pass these 6 hrs time. Though my papa told me to catch 3 pm train which came to Bhopal at 5 pm but somewhere I don’t wana challenge Indian railways. Well so this was the official reason but somewhere I knew that it wasn’t the truth…..somewhere in my mind I knew that I came 2 bhopal because I wanted 2 come here but I just don’t want to accept it.
I love this city. I always like to come here. Somewhere I always find it close 2 my heart. It gives me kind of happiness and the feeling that I am close to “something unknown but important”. I love to breathe the air which contains some special fragrance, some old memories.
Anyways now I have got an uphill task to pass next 6 hrs. I was just thinking about my options; a beer with a childhood friend (wao that will be perfect noon), some juniors (who will always welcome me as this assured them a good lunch), some good friends (girls) who will be ready to meet me anytime but that will cost me at least a movie.
When I was selecting (or rejecting) my options, one more option was going across my mind… I just want to ignore it but somewhere I was unable to keep it away. (now I have to make a decision as early as I can, or this thought will control my actions ).
So I have decided to go to my childhood friend’s home. I called him and told him about my plans. He was happy but just before I was about to put phone down he ask me: “are u really coming??? I mean you are not going to visit her…..”(I keep the phone down).
I have decided to go to my friends place before “anything else” could caught my attention.
My friend lived in piplani. I went outside the station and catch the bus…everything was fine except an unusual feeling….as the bus was approaching on the way to piplani, I was getting nervous….
I know I have to cross “it”...i have to hold my self for 5-10 mins till bus passed it…
Though it will be tough for me but I have to do it. I was thinking about Ashoka Garden area. It is situated on the way from station to piplani. I really afraid of this place as this place was like “Bermuda triangle” for me where I lost my all logics…this place was reason behind a part of my character. This place which witnessed some miserable incidents after which I lost my 1st crush and now from last 11 years trying to rectifying my faults and arranging whatever I disturbed.
This place was one of the reasons, why I like to come to Bhopal. It is the place where she lives. She….shikha….
I just came out of my train. And my next train was at 6:30 pm so I have to pass these 6 hrs time. Though my papa told me to catch 3 pm train which came to Bhopal at 5 pm but somewhere I don’t wana challenge Indian railways. Well so this was the official reason but somewhere I knew that it wasn’t the truth…..somewhere in my mind I knew that I came 2 bhopal because I wanted 2 come here but I just don’t want to accept it.
I love this city. I always like to come here. Somewhere I always find it close 2 my heart. It gives me kind of happiness and the feeling that I am close to “something unknown but important”. I love to breathe the air which contains some special fragrance, some old memories.
Anyways now I have got an uphill task to pass next 6 hrs. I was just thinking about my options; a beer with a childhood friend (wao that will be perfect noon), some juniors (who will always welcome me as this assured them a good lunch), some good friends (girls) who will be ready to meet me anytime but that will cost me at least a movie.
When I was selecting (or rejecting) my options, one more option was going across my mind… I just want to ignore it but somewhere I was unable to keep it away. (now I have to make a decision as early as I can, or this thought will control my actions ).
So I have decided to go to my childhood friend’s home. I called him and told him about my plans. He was happy but just before I was about to put phone down he ask me: “are u really coming??? I mean you are not going to visit her…..”(I keep the phone down).
I have decided to go to my friends place before “anything else” could caught my attention.
My friend lived in piplani. I went outside the station and catch the bus…everything was fine except an unusual feeling….as the bus was approaching on the way to piplani, I was getting nervous….
I know I have to cross “it”...i have to hold my self for 5-10 mins till bus passed it…
Though it will be tough for me but I have to do it. I was thinking about Ashoka Garden area. It is situated on the way from station to piplani. I really afraid of this place as this place was like “Bermuda triangle” for me where I lost my all logics…this place was reason behind a part of my character. This place which witnessed some miserable incidents after which I lost my 1st crush and now from last 11 years trying to rectifying my faults and arranging whatever I disturbed.
This place was one of the reasons, why I like to come to Bhopal. It is the place where she lives. She….shikha….
May 6, 2010
wo lamhe....
Prologue:
It was almost 5 pm in the evening; I was just checking few mails suddenly ring of my cell phone interrupts me. Being in telecom sector, I am habitual to expect call at any part of time. But it was the caller’s name that made me quite anxious.
It was an old close friend. It wasn’t his call that was surprising but the time of call that made me little thoughtful. Usually he calls me late in nights when either he drunk a lot or had some big issue in mind. Anyways I take the call:
Me: hanji..
Vivek: hey bro..how r u?(he voice was not that cheerful today)
Me: I m fine. Where are you??
Vivek: I m just in bhopal…
Me: for the god’s sake what you r doing there??
Vivek: ummm..nothing as such….
(Suddenly I feel something cracking....ohh my god!! He was crying….)
// for those who believe man never cry, trust me they do cry and cry a lot but usually in front of their male friends only. I know that sound weird but that’s how they structured.
Vivek: ok I got a call..will call u later….(liar liar)
(And the line went down)…
Now I was puzzeled..he was in Bhopal and in worst mood. It all shows that he again meet his 11 yr old crush (which lasts only 15 days but every now and then it made him emotional)
Suddenly last 11 years came as flashback in my memory.
So friends today I am going to introduce you to a different love story i.e. a story of a big flirt and a sweet girl. Vivek the boy in this story was a big flirt. Till the age of 25 he already had 10-12 affairs. People considered him as a pervert who took girls as use and through kind of ‘things’, never serious for anybody, no commitment at all. A man who never give a damn to this world and for the same reason he have more critics then admirers. But somewhere I always like this guy. For me he was always kid like figure i.e. A man of great sense of humour. A man who is always ready to help anybody. I do remember the day when I was placed and we were going for party suddenly a bagger came to ask for some food and vivek gave him a100 rs note just because I was placed and he was happy. (Though the bagger was looking at the note as if it is duplicate)…
so this was my friend vivek. I am going to tell you his love story in fact his first cush which crashed everything in his life. People took him as a flirt but somewhere I know that he always compare all his girls to that crush and when not getting what he was expecting he left them. He never cheated them in the way that he always made them clear that he is not feeling kind of love. So I was impressed with his story that last 11 yrs . but in all those yrs they have just 10-11 meetings each of which last 10-15 mins. No proposal, no rejection, no phones, no sms’s, no secret meetings just feelings, feelings and feelings that too from one side.
Now from here on vivek will tell his own story in next blog….
It was almost 5 pm in the evening; I was just checking few mails suddenly ring of my cell phone interrupts me. Being in telecom sector, I am habitual to expect call at any part of time. But it was the caller’s name that made me quite anxious.
It was an old close friend. It wasn’t his call that was surprising but the time of call that made me little thoughtful. Usually he calls me late in nights when either he drunk a lot or had some big issue in mind. Anyways I take the call:
Me: hanji..
Vivek: hey bro..how r u?(he voice was not that cheerful today)
Me: I m fine. Where are you??
Vivek: I m just in bhopal…
Me: for the god’s sake what you r doing there??
Vivek: ummm..nothing as such….
(Suddenly I feel something cracking....ohh my god!! He was crying….)
// for those who believe man never cry, trust me they do cry and cry a lot but usually in front of their male friends only. I know that sound weird but that’s how they structured.
Vivek: ok I got a call..will call u later….(liar liar)
(And the line went down)…
Now I was puzzeled..he was in Bhopal and in worst mood. It all shows that he again meet his 11 yr old crush (which lasts only 15 days but every now and then it made him emotional)
Suddenly last 11 years came as flashback in my memory.
So friends today I am going to introduce you to a different love story i.e. a story of a big flirt and a sweet girl. Vivek the boy in this story was a big flirt. Till the age of 25 he already had 10-12 affairs. People considered him as a pervert who took girls as use and through kind of ‘things’, never serious for anybody, no commitment at all. A man who never give a damn to this world and for the same reason he have more critics then admirers. But somewhere I always like this guy. For me he was always kid like figure i.e. A man of great sense of humour. A man who is always ready to help anybody. I do remember the day when I was placed and we were going for party suddenly a bagger came to ask for some food and vivek gave him a100 rs note just because I was placed and he was happy. (Though the bagger was looking at the note as if it is duplicate)…
so this was my friend vivek. I am going to tell you his love story in fact his first cush which crashed everything in his life. People took him as a flirt but somewhere I know that he always compare all his girls to that crush and when not getting what he was expecting he left them. He never cheated them in the way that he always made them clear that he is not feeling kind of love. So I was impressed with his story that last 11 yrs . but in all those yrs they have just 10-11 meetings each of which last 10-15 mins. No proposal, no rejection, no phones, no sms’s, no secret meetings just feelings, feelings and feelings that too from one side.
Now from here on vivek will tell his own story in next blog….
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