My Parents call me [ARVIND]. And I am registered in my death certificate as..oh sorry, in my birth certificate as ARVIND.
I love to live wid my friends n for friendship I don’t consider their any previous achievements. I choose my friends by their character and socks by their color…does that sound funny for you, for me not, as I don’t make use of my sixth sense, for the things which I can do with my common sense. I like to keep a relation with my friends for long time. I love all those who feel comfortable wid me and who make me feel comfortable wid them… And I never ever go behind any person who don’t like my attitude and don’t want to be my friend..
I hate people who act over smart...I hate criticism on my back and like to keep no connection wid d person who is not comfortable wid me, not even bad memories. I zap everything of that person bt ya I keep the lessons in my mmeory.
I take some time to adjust wid anybody..might be a drawback of me
I don’t underestimate anyone. Misunderstanding has played appreciably great strocks in my life and I am crazier than that,coz I enjoy it.. I forgive people soon, as I feel this life as too short and hav no time to keep on proving others as wrong and we the only perfect!I can forgive the person who kills me, but not the one who misused me .Now I know,u r thinking, wt the hell this person might be of use?? The answer is, I also don’t know.But still I hate people who misuse me..now leave it.
I am optimistic.I always think positive–> Which have never helped me to achieve anything, but still it has become a habit.I like to turn dream into reality, but till now my biggest dreams senses for way…ha ha ha
And one thing I have observed about myself is,I don’t go behind famous people, as it would be an extra burden to them. **I don’t like to disturb anybody** I enjoy the company of people who are FREE.I too love to live freely!
I believe that people wont understand the importance of the other person until that person is found dead. And I am not an important person,
can you guess Y ?
buddhu….
because……………I am still alive. Being a true Gemini, I have an extra sense for humor and I can found humor in everything. Once I make myself comfortable in an environment then I am the best man to hang around.
I respect each and every person on this earth.
For those who doesn’t like me, I don’t have any comments, because its their life and I am no one to poke my nose.. And for those who hate me….hope I am not soooo bad(Anyway, its left to you). I never think bad for anyone….etc!
One thing which I always want to tell all those people who want to hear from me is…please be original..Be how you are and never try to act as someone else. Be proud of who you are and try to be yourself in most of the times.Don’t copy things from others.
I guess, you are my friend..because you read until here, soooo long.Do you know….Friendship isn’t about…whom you have known the Longest….who came 1st or who Cares the Best…Its all about Who came and Never Left. If you still wana know more about me then either check the communities I have joined on orkut or check my writings at arvind-my-thoughts.blogspot.com As these are mirror of my mind. God bless & love u all!!!!!
In one fine morning my neighbor was sad. When I ask, he said India lost in world cup and is out of world cup. I said no as far as I remember India is doing fine in women’s cricket. Agitated by my response he said “Yar!! What nonsense are you talking, who watches women’s cricket”. That night when I was going to sleep, this thought was traveling my mind and I was forced to think that how hypocrites we Indians are. I mean its not that we like cricket, it’s that we like to watch man’s cricket only. If you ask the name of any cricketer to even a school going kid, he will tell you 20 names let alone the giants Dhoni,Yuvraj and Bhajji. If you ask somebody the name of women cricketers, you will get hardly 2-3 names. Even I (your writer) am not an exception. I know Mitali Raj, Anjum Chopra and Jhoolan Goswami (with best of my knowledge). At one side Sachin, Dhoni earning crores from the game, advertising, Indian captain Jhoolan Goswami said that their earning is 2-3 lakh per annum. It is said that cricket is a religion in India. Its true and parallely the fact is also true that this religion is eating all other sports. Should I give you the example of hockey (our national game), badminton and table tennis? I will not take the example of football as football still has large number of fans in India. But just fans no players. We are enjoying this festival by cheering for the county to whom either we can pronounce better like BRAZIL (by any other reason) or we manage to recognize a popular player with its belonging country”. In Hindi this is called “Begani shadi me Abdulla diwana”. Now if you are thinking that we Indians are hypocrite only in terms of cricket then please don’t even think of it. In India sex ratio is 933, In every 42 mins one sexual harassment case registers and abortion rate is also very high and after all this we considers girls as Durga (Indian goddess) in Navratri. It means in navratri they are devi’s and in other months they are mere sex toys. Once I was coming in a lift outside my office then a man said to another: “Have you seen that receptionist? She is such an item.” So what was the fault of that girl; she was working there. Let me give you some more examples of hypocrites Indians; few months back there was a movement in parliament to put a ban on bar dancers. They said that it increases the prostitution in our country. I couldn’t understand the analogy. These girls were working there to earn money. They were in job because many big people came to these bars. So should not we ban these people??? ….This is all politics. When some one is trying to pass some nuclear bill, people have to wait for years and MP’s salary hike bill will pass in 2 days. In some village in khargone district, few days back few high caste people beat two low caste peoples as they have entered in their temples. This is called casteism. Which allows one person to serve god while stop the other. I am confuse how come no one ask the religion of prostitutes or the caste of bar owner. It may be because caste is no bar when it comes to physical pleasure. About prostitution, our view is really strange. People hate it still they went there, in other countries it is a job for which they pay taxes but in India it is used as a slang word. When we are talking about hypocrites, how we can leave MNS (Maharashtra nav nirman sena)/ shiv sena/ ABVP who are swore to be true patriot. They will attack on peoples on Valentine’s Day or friendship day, they will fight with north Indian people and beat them in railway and bank exams but they have no answers for “Bangladeshi refugees”. I want to ask Mr. Bal Thakrey that why he is silent on Mr. Ram Jethmalani who put a board outside his home that “I left all form of official practice, enter only if you have good offer” And every now and then taking the cases of all bomb blast convicts. Politics is full of mean, narrow minded and hypocrite peoples. They slam other parties to have criminal record people while at their turn they will shake hand with such people. Latest example is of BJP in Jharkhand.
The party’s tickets are distributed not on the basis of work done by candidate but how famous or reach candidates are does not matter whether they are sport person or bollywood celebrity. Politics is mingled in the society so much that even the most prestigious awards are blamed to be biased. Take the example when Saif Ali Khan got “Padma Shri” and Kareena Kapoor got “Youth icon award”. I am unable to understand what they did for society and in their respective field. Till now they are famous for all the wrong reasons. Bollywood is the biggest home for hypocrites. Sanjay Datt, Salman Khan and Fardeen, they are still getting all the love of Indian public despite having serious criminal charges against them but when an outsider Shiney Ahuja accepts rape charges against him, no one came in his support in fact no bollywood actress or director was willing to work with him. In this same bollywood, Abhishek and Uday Chopra got several offers despite having 5-10% success record and I need not to tell you the struggle of talented actors like Priyanshu Chatterji, Jimmy Shergill, Ashish Vidyarthi, Sharad Kapoor, Ashutosh Rana, Manoj Vajpayee.
Now lets move to small bollywood i.e. television. On orkut you will find many members in a community “I hate ekta kapoor”. Here let me make one thing clear that I am not a fan of Ekta kapoor or nor of her serials. Ekta kapoor is same girl who is ruling so called “chhota parda” from last 7-8 years. From the ground, she built an empire of millions. People blame that she works for TRP and modifies her serials for that. But question is that isn’t Indian public liked her serials. Some of her serials are topping the TRP from 3-4 years. The surprise part was that more women’s then mans join such communities. I can understand man’s stand over ekta as in this male dominating society how they can like a girl ruling them but what about women’s?? This is the same audience who love to watch “kuch kuch hota hai” and “dilwale dulhnaiya le jayenge” but when their daughters fall in love with somebody they killed the couples on the name of “honor killing”.
People are of dual mentality as they hate all so called ‘moh maya’ when they went to “shamshan ghat” but after they took bath they forget everything and started behaving normally. Our society is so male dominated that we kept one fix day in week for lord hanuman, shiva and ganehsa but for laxmi and saraswati we have 1 day in whole year. Since I am in Gujrat so how can I leave this state, Gujrat is said to be DRY state. Dry because people are good and they do not want to have liquor. But if by chance you visit DAMAN and DIU, you will get 99% vehicle of Gujrat. I mean people are doing everything they just don’t want to do it in their home town. Isn’t it strange? Alcohol is ban in gujrat and there is heavy fine on its import but in last 2 months I purchased alcohol 4 times. Now you can understand the situation.
Few days back one sms was circulating which was like:
Ques: what is India?
Ans: 1. a nation where pizza reaches home faster then ambulance or police.
2. a nation where you get car loan @ 5% but education loan @ 12%.
3. a nation where rice is Rs. 40 but sim card is Rs. 10.
4. a nation where people standing at tea stall reading an article about child labor and say “yar bachcho se kaam karwane walo ko to fansi pe chada dena chahiye” and then they shout “oye chhotu 3 chay la.”
This is India, incredible india isn’t it?
Lets conclude this blog with some lines:
EK DIN MAIN SAIR KO NIKLA AWARA,
TABHI DIKHA FOOTPATH PE PADA THA EK BECHARA,
BHOOKH, PYAS, THAND AUR GARIBI KA LAGTA THA WO MAARA,
TEJ HAWA SE UDTA THA BADAN KA CHEETHDA SARA,
TABHI HAME DIKHA PEETH PE LIKHA THA YE NAARA,
SARE JAHAN SE ACHCHA HINDSOTAN HAMARA…
PS: This blog is my anger. You can take it the way you want.
Epilogue Well friends so its again your host and friend arvind . Finally the story is over. So how was the story??? It is always tough to maintain one common flow in a long story like this. I will love to have your feedback. This series of blog was very important for me as this story was very close to my heart. Many people write blogs 2 express their views about events; some write to impress other peoples, some write to show their anger and frustration and for some it is just a way to express their views. I to have more or less same intention to write blogs in past but this particular blog I write 2 satisfy myself. I put my whole heart in this. You know guys; it is always difficult to describe a long story into few chapters. Now let us come back to the story. Most of the incidents, places are mentioned truly. Few things I have added to make story line interesting. Most of names used in the story are true to their sense. Introduction of characters: Vivek: False name. He is working in a MNC. Still a big flirt, drunk guy. Still every now and then he started thinking about shikha. Shikha: False name. She is in Bhopal, living in ashoka garden. She did a course in fashion designing. I cant give you the actual name of shikha. Diwakar: real name. He is still best friend of shikha. Sonali: Her actual name is bharti. She is in sagar with her husband. Ashish: name is true. Anjali: Working in a MNC. Still love vivek very much, despite knowing his past. Cookie: real name. The whole story is true except the prologue and there is no such character like arvind. When I was writing this story, few questions were coming in mind. Like is it possible to fall in love with two persons at the same time??? Is there anything like complete love story??? If you are with some person from few years, and then you are feeling that it wasn’t love then what you suppose to do?? What is the blurred line between love, crush, attraction, ego and self respect??? And in last one more question; out of all these characters who did the true love i.e. vivek, shikha, anjali, diwakar or Cookie?? Please help me to find the answers. Your feedbacks, both good and bad will help me to overcome pitfalls. Thanks for patiently listening the whole story. In particular, i want to thanks tushar, sneha and pratiksha. Without your support I will not be able to do it.
When I was thinking all these things, I found a gal smiling at me…it wasn’t her smile but something else that made me feel strange…it was some softness on my cheeks…so here I was a macho kind man(self proclaimed) ,I was weeping. See the side effect of being emotional. So with these thoughts and my emotions, I reached 2 her home…
Usually I don’t like 2 ask anything 2 god as I feel I am self capable to do anything but 2day in was praying 2 god 2 let her meet me. I just want 30 min alone with her so that i can clear all the things of past, all the misunderstandings, I want some time so that I can give her some happiness, to talk to her.
Just 30 mins, that’s all I want today god. So with all these thoughts i found myself knocking at her gate. Her younger brother came and gave me a high five (thank god I made some friends here)…
I entered in her home with crossed fingers. Found her ma, other brother. Her home was same as I left almost 3 year ago, when I last visited her…
wao what an atmosphere here, I was feeling her smell…her hand maid paintings , her photos in different weird poses hanging on the wall…the novels she reads were in the bookshelf…but where is she??? My eyes were searching for her..
i almost passed 30 mins there observing her home and chatting with her mother. With every passing second, I was getting an unusual feeling….then I left all the hopes and decided to leave. Then his brother said, I will give drop you to station while going to hospital.
Hospital!!!!
Then I came to know that shikha met an accident, and is in hospital. And FUCK I was wasting my time here.
Now I was on my way to go to hospital with her brother and was thinking what I will talk 2 her now. It is after 2-3 yrs that I was gonna face her. What I suppose to do now??? Should I ask for her feelings about me? I dropped the idea and was cursing myself to think selfishly…
I was thinking on which basis, I am asking for her love. I mean My world is entirely different then her world. In last few years I met her just for few minutes. We are not even friends. She is in hospital from last 1 month and now I got the news. I did nothing for her. What is my right to love her.??? Is the meaning of love is to get some one physically??? To love somebody, first you have to be their friend, that’s the basic rule??? And certainly I knew I wasn’t a friend of shikha… and I have a girlfriend anjali…Then why I am thinking all this…God I messed up everything….So wats up now??? What I suppose to do??/ I have decided that this may be my last time, I was meeting her (as I have decided I will not meet her now on.) so will try my best to make this meeting as memorable as possible (Memorable for her or for me that I don’t know).
So with a heavy heart I entered in the hospital.
When I entered in hospital she was sleeping. And after a long time, I was watching her. This is to be said that doesn’t matter how a person looks, one always looks good while sleeping. She was looking as if some mermaid or some fairy is sleeping there. A few bandages on head, few bandages were covering her hands. Scene was enough to make anybody cry. How I was controlling me I can’t describe. Suddenly she opened her eyes.
Shikha: ohho bade log. Now I can see the brighter side of accidents.
Me: ya I came 2 know that you were bored with aunt’s food so shifted here??
Shikha: na actually I just wanted 2 give chance to everybody to meet me or else people didn’t have time now a days.
Me: so how are things here??
Shikha: pretty cool as compare to outside world. Have a crush on an old man lying next to my bed. Though we are not yet talking to each other but still sleeping together (on different beds obviously).
Me: so that’s what you are doing here??
I have also heard that you are doing part time nursing here. All the time roaming here and there, talking to people, taking care of them??.
Shikha: Yes so that I can talk to at most people as possible. But unfortunately I am getting all oldies here not even a young person. Even my visitors are just old people.
(Smiling and pointing at me)
Me: but I don’t think ashish (her brother) is that much old (I changed the strike)…
(Don’t get amuse guys. We always love to “pull each other’s leg” like this)
(Suddenly I look at some thing and started smiling)
Me: ohhk ohhk now I can understand, to whom you were pointing in that “oldies” remark. Mr. Dookie is here (her tortoise).
Shikha: it is cookie. I hate peoples who can’t respect ….
(I interrupted her)
Me: animals….(hehehe)
Shikha: cookie is not animal. He is my best friend. He is with me from last few years.
Me: so u r planning to marry with him???
Shikha: shut up. He is like my brother.
Me: ohhho look at his eyes. He is pleasing 2 let him go. Let him have his own wife and children.
Shikha: wife and children!! Hehehe…
(She was smiling and I was thinking all these jokes are going in right directions)
(When I was playing all these tricks, I found a snake-ladder game in her cabinet)
Me: I was wondering if today you are strong enough to have some defeats then we cam play snake and ladder.
Shikha: I think you forget that in last 5 years you are continuously loosing (0-8 score) from me.
Me: let’s settle all our scores today.
(I know she will never say no to a challenge, even if it is from a pig like me and for a game like snake-ladder.)
I lost first few games. And with every passing game I was shouted mockingly that now I am about to win, I will finish this girl here. And first time in my life, I was praying to god to loose.
After some hours, peoples around me were clapping and cheering as I was about to lost my 7th game in a row in 1 single day. Shikha was delighted, I was happy but pretending sad. I was cursing god mockingly, Then suddenly happened the unexpected. Though shikha was also smiling with my defeats but suddenly she started laughing….laughing…first slowly then openly….she was looking at me and laughing like maids. She was laughing on her wins or may be the way I was acting. I was thinking that for few seconds that I won.
This is then ashish got a call and went to outside and we were alone in that room. I have decided that this is the moment for which I was waiting from years. .
Me: I am sorry.
Shikha: for what?
Me: for all the pain and suffering, you got because of me, because of our relation.
Shikha: Pain and suffering are part of this game called life. No one gets any pain because of other people; it is your own control over your mind and heart that causes pain. And as far as the relation concerns, no good relation can hurt anybody.
Me: I want to ask you something?
Shikha: (she interrupts me) how is anjali (my girlfriend from last 3 years)??
Me: how do you…..
Sshikha: I came to know that she is very cute and caring girl. You people must be sweet couple. Touchwood (she touches the wood.)
(I was speechless.)
Me: but I want to be with you.
Shikha: don’t make things so complicated for everybody.
Me: we know each other from 10 years.
Shikha: Yes that’s true and I respect the fact that we were first ‘crush’ of each other. And we will always be. But let’s not be selfish.
Me: If I will not get you I will destroy everything.
Shikha: and that will be an insult of me and my relation with you. I knew lots of things about you. You are a big flirt, a drunk but I know you are not bad just angry with yourself, with me, with this world because you never got what you want. I know from last 10-11 years you are trying to meet, me just to make me laugh, to make me feel good, you are helping people and this is your way of compensating your so called “ mistakes done in past” but believe me you did nothing wrong. You need not to feel bad for anything. Be happy. There are many people who admire you, consider you as their ideal. It’s time to think about those people. It’s times to think about family.
Me: If you know everything then why you are behaving this way??
Shikha: Because I don’t want to think selfishly. I don’t wana hurt anjali and diwakar.
Me: diwakar??
Shikha: yes. Diwakar is a friend of mine from 8 years now. He helps me in every odd situation. He never ever asks for anything. He never asks me “what he wants”. I don’t know what is my feeling for you but these people are innocent, They are with us despite knowing all our past. And no good thing should hurt good people.
Me: you love diwakar?
Shikha: don’t know but I respect him a lot and I am happy to have him in my life.
Me: what is relation between us?
Shikha: Is it necessary to give a name to every relation?? Why we human beings are so mean???
Me: hmmm…an unknown relation. Isn’t it??
Shikha: hmmm “un-known” really. Yes in this way we can be free from all copyright troubles also. (She started smiling).
Me: now tell me how to live without you??
Shikha: are!! I am not dying???
(She started grinning.)
(Though I was in serious mood but this comment make me smile.)
Shikha: You have enormous potential that I know. Don’t waste it chasing un-important things. You have to go ahead. Find your destiny. You have to set example for others. You have to achieve so much in life that I feel proud on you and regrets over my decision not to choose you.
Me: shut up. (Idiot)
Me: I will accept all your points, just tell me one thing that in all those 11 years, were there a single moment when you think about me??/
Shikha: don’t ask such questions which have no answers. Does not matter what I will answer it will hurt either me or you. My ‘yes’ or ‘no’ both will make one of us emotionally weak.
Suddenly ashish entered. (What a time to enter!!)
My job was over. I have to go. I have got all my answers today. Till then some more family members were gathered. Suddenly a young, smart (important to mention) guy enters, with a pack of something.
Shikha said to me: hey meet him. He is my best friend (?????) diwakar.
Me: ohh..Yes i had heard about him.
(Just few moments ago shikha told that diwakar is her good friend but when this good friend becomes best friend I don’t know.)
Shikha: And what is in your hand diwakar??
Diwakar opened the gift: it was a hand made sketch of shikha. And it was so beautiful.
Now I understood that its time to go. Game was over.
Me: So shikha now you can’t blame that no smart people are coming to visit you.
(I was pointing to diwakar)
She was grinning.
I said bye to every one, hug to ashish and shake hand with shikha just to take her body odor in my hand. Diwakar was looking at me with some anger in his eyes. I know the meaning of all this. I made her doll cry many times.
I left. Ashish drop me at station and midway he was saying something but I was unable to concentrate. Just saying hmm-ya-hmmm. I was altogether in 1 different world. Whatever was this; a crush, love, attraction was over. Someone rightly says that every relation have an expiry date. The game was over. Diwakar won everything. Shikha with few khushi and few gum, scored 0 and I lost everything. Anyway I was happy that best man got what they deserve and even for few moments I made her smiling. I want to cry with full of my volume. I dialed a number. Somewhere else in the world arvind takes the call. And you know the rest.
Few lines of my favorite song:
Tune jo na kaha, main wo suntan raha…
Khamkhwah bewajah khwab bunta raha..
PS: So this was the end of story. So how was it?? I don’t know whether I should call it love or just crush or just attraction that you will tell me but whatever it was, I put it in front of you.
I know it is difficult to handle different emotions in 1-2-3-4 chapters but it is always tough to describe a 10 year old story in 4-5 chapters. From next blog arvind will take charge and will discuss some final things about characters and will tell you the truth and fictional part of story.
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.
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….
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….
