Am talking to my "someone" on phone. I think we all have a "someone" in our lives.. A few of us have more than one "someone"s...
It is that girl you love a lot. But she is kinda unreachable. For half of us, this is a choice. They chose to let go of this girl because they weighed their options, the pros and cons of turning this friendship into a relationship. For the miserable half, it is destiny. I know the girl likes me... maybe even more than a friend. But she's got her sights on someone else.
I don't know what she sees in him, but I hate that bugger from the bottom of my growling intestines. I know for sure that there will be a lot many things I can share with this girl than he'll ever get to know... IF their relationship lasts this winter that is.
I listen to her voice... sleepily requesting "Put me to sleep". "I can't sing darling (Oh yes, I do call her that... She doesn't seem to realise that I mean it.), My mom's in the next room!"
"Please?...."
I can see her puppy eyes, eyes that would put Milo to shame, though you would argue we are more than a thousand miles apart. I whisper "Okay! give me a minute.", and silently make my way across to the terrace. ( Now I know why all people in love talk on phones on the terrace. It is not the network, it's a place to getaway from moms!)
I start crooning " Ye utthe subuha chale... Ye jhuke Shaam dhale... Mera jeena Mera marna.. inhi palkhon ke tale.... Teri Aankhon ke siva Duniya mein Rakha Kya hai?", meaning each and every syllable of this Rafi classic. I know she is not a huge fan of Rafi Saab, but everything I ever wanted to say to her was in his songs. She never really got it though.
A couple of minutes later I hear a "smack". Am I dreaming??? Did I hear a soft kiss on the other end of the phone? "Hello?" I wait for a reply that never comes... "Hello!!"...
"Yyeeeaaah." I understand that sleepy tone, wish her good bye, control all my urges to kiss her goodnight on the phone and hang up.
Maybe I was imagining that Kiss. Maybe I heard a distant rustle and mistook that sound.... Why would she kiss me anyway? She's with someone else now...
I come back to my room and slam the door in frustration. "How the hell am I supposed to live like this?", when I hear my mom shout from her bedroom to keep it down....
"Opps! did I just shout that out loud?" I just don't know what to believe.
Am on my way to meet Vaishu.
No, she is not my "someone". She could've been, but she got married last year. Vaishu and me go a long way back.
Seven years back, on a fateful day, we were informed by a circular that the college hours have been cut short, and we should all get home soon, in the wake of a Bandh call given by a political party. Most of the busses were stranded, and the few that were running were threatening to topple over to the left because of the crowd. How was I to get home?
All my troubles vanished when I saw Niha (She too is not my current "someone"). Those cute brown eyes, and her wavy hair.... I could just keep seeing her all say. If it weren't for some fatso who stepped on my foot, I wouldn't have noticed her calling my name!
"Hey Abhay! You okay? How are you planning to get home?"
"I don't want to go.... I mean I don't know... haven't thought about it.... what are your plans?"
"Meet my friend Vaishnavi. Vaishnavi, this is Abhay. ."
I didn't take note of this new girl at all... I had eyes only for that one girl.. (Isn't it always like that when you have your first crush?)
A few months later, I grew out of my infatuation, but ended up being best buddies with Vaishu.
"Abho!"
Vaishu's louder than that-fat-opera-singer's voice brought me back from that flashback I was having.
"God! you look gorgeous! I think you are actually cooking these days... there is certainly no other way you could've lost all that weight after marriage"
"Shut up! I am cooking, and that's the only reason I am still alive. You cannot imagine how horrible food is in Cuttack!"
She had been complaining about the food in Odisha for more than a few months now. She had to relocate as her husband was posted there on routine transfer. What else do you expect when you put a "I-swear-by-all-that-masala-in-this-Biriyani" hyderabadi into a state where sugar is the favourite flavour?
"Let's go to Shadab! I am really yearning for that Biriyani!"
"Okay madam! As you wish". I started my bike and was looking forward to the best Vegetable Biriyani that Hyderabad had to offer, drooling enough saliva to wash my bike for a month.
I was still waitng for her to get onto my bike when I turned right to see a Red SUV ram into my bike, in slow motion, the kind that Peter parker sees, the spidey-sense stuff. I wasn't quick enough to react though, and could feel a million blades cut through my right leg where the SUV impacted. I hit my head on the floor to wake up and half-realise that it was all a dream.
I could hear my mom shouting "He speaks on phone all night... and never gets up before 11a.m., He ought to take up some responsibilty for his life!!"
I was trying to get up when I realised I could not move my right leg. I blurt out "WTH??...@@$$)%($ " , and noticed that my leg wasn't just there! I swear I could have had a Heart attack if I wouldn't have realised that all this was a dream and I was in my room, on my bed with a terrible headache and (Thank God!) a healthy pair of legs.
Looked at my phone to check for messages or calls. None.
Not one from Vaishu, who got busy after marriage... neither from my "someone".
Woke up to start one more depressing day of routine work, when my mom shouted "You get out of that bed! It is twelve o clock , and you are still sleeping shamelessly??"
So, my dreams, or rather dreams inside dreams... (or maybe some part of it was real?), was all part of the games my mind has been playing with me?
One thing is for sure.... even these mind games didn't dare to mess around with my mom's impersonation.
It is that girl you love a lot. But she is kinda unreachable. For half of us, this is a choice. They chose to let go of this girl because they weighed their options, the pros and cons of turning this friendship into a relationship. For the miserable half, it is destiny. I know the girl likes me... maybe even more than a friend. But she's got her sights on someone else.
I don't know what she sees in him, but I hate that bugger from the bottom of my growling intestines. I know for sure that there will be a lot many things I can share with this girl than he'll ever get to know... IF their relationship lasts this winter that is.
I listen to her voice... sleepily requesting "Put me to sleep". "I can't sing darling (Oh yes, I do call her that... She doesn't seem to realise that I mean it.), My mom's in the next room!"
"Please?...."
I can see her puppy eyes, eyes that would put Milo to shame, though you would argue we are more than a thousand miles apart. I whisper "Okay! give me a minute.", and silently make my way across to the terrace. ( Now I know why all people in love talk on phones on the terrace. It is not the network, it's a place to getaway from moms!)
I start crooning " Ye utthe subuha chale... Ye jhuke Shaam dhale... Mera jeena Mera marna.. inhi palkhon ke tale.... Teri Aankhon ke siva Duniya mein Rakha Kya hai?", meaning each and every syllable of this Rafi classic. I know she is not a huge fan of Rafi Saab, but everything I ever wanted to say to her was in his songs. She never really got it though.
A couple of minutes later I hear a "smack". Am I dreaming??? Did I hear a soft kiss on the other end of the phone? "Hello?" I wait for a reply that never comes... "Hello!!"...
"Yyeeeaaah." I understand that sleepy tone, wish her good bye, control all my urges to kiss her goodnight on the phone and hang up.
Maybe I was imagining that Kiss. Maybe I heard a distant rustle and mistook that sound.... Why would she kiss me anyway? She's with someone else now...
I come back to my room and slam the door in frustration. "How the hell am I supposed to live like this?", when I hear my mom shout from her bedroom to keep it down....
"Opps! did I just shout that out loud?" I just don't know what to believe.
Am on my way to meet Vaishu.
No, she is not my "someone". She could've been, but she got married last year. Vaishu and me go a long way back.
Seven years back, on a fateful day, we were informed by a circular that the college hours have been cut short, and we should all get home soon, in the wake of a Bandh call given by a political party. Most of the busses were stranded, and the few that were running were threatening to topple over to the left because of the crowd. How was I to get home?
All my troubles vanished when I saw Niha (She too is not my current "someone"). Those cute brown eyes, and her wavy hair.... I could just keep seeing her all say. If it weren't for some fatso who stepped on my foot, I wouldn't have noticed her calling my name!
"Hey Abhay! You okay? How are you planning to get home?"
"I don't want to go.... I mean I don't know... haven't thought about it.... what are your plans?"
"Meet my friend Vaishnavi. Vaishnavi, this is Abhay. ."
I didn't take note of this new girl at all... I had eyes only for that one girl.. (Isn't it always like that when you have your first crush?)
A few months later, I grew out of my infatuation, but ended up being best buddies with Vaishu.
"Abho!"
Vaishu's louder than that-fat-opera-singer's voice brought me back from that flashback I was having.
"God! you look gorgeous! I think you are actually cooking these days... there is certainly no other way you could've lost all that weight after marriage"
"Shut up! I am cooking, and that's the only reason I am still alive. You cannot imagine how horrible food is in Cuttack!"
She had been complaining about the food in Odisha for more than a few months now. She had to relocate as her husband was posted there on routine transfer. What else do you expect when you put a "I-swear-by-all-that-masala-in-this-Biriyani" hyderabadi into a state where sugar is the favourite flavour?
"Let's go to Shadab! I am really yearning for that Biriyani!"
"Okay madam! As you wish". I started my bike and was looking forward to the best Vegetable Biriyani that Hyderabad had to offer, drooling enough saliva to wash my bike for a month.
I was still waitng for her to get onto my bike when I turned right to see a Red SUV ram into my bike, in slow motion, the kind that Peter parker sees, the spidey-sense stuff. I wasn't quick enough to react though, and could feel a million blades cut through my right leg where the SUV impacted. I hit my head on the floor to wake up and half-realise that it was all a dream.
I could hear my mom shouting "He speaks on phone all night... and never gets up before 11a.m., He ought to take up some responsibilty for his life!!"
I was trying to get up when I realised I could not move my right leg. I blurt out "WTH??...@@$$)%($ " , and noticed that my leg wasn't just there! I swear I could have had a Heart attack if I wouldn't have realised that all this was a dream and I was in my room, on my bed with a terrible headache and (Thank God!) a healthy pair of legs.
Looked at my phone to check for messages or calls. None.
Not one from Vaishu, who got busy after marriage... neither from my "someone".
Woke up to start one more depressing day of routine work, when my mom shouted "You get out of that bed! It is twelve o clock , and you are still sleeping shamelessly??"
So, my dreams, or rather dreams inside dreams... (or maybe some part of it was real?), was all part of the games my mind has been playing with me?
One thing is for sure.... even these mind games didn't dare to mess around with my mom's impersonation.
