Notes from a living room: 37

So the other day I was on my way to catch the metro and inside, as I was approaching the ticket counter a girl came in front of me from nowhere and asked me something. I looked up, saw her face and realised that she has asked something like 'Will this be the shortest route to New Alipur, if I take this exit..'

It was obviously, a formal question, nothing to do with any questionable behavior. A formal, normal question from a normal citizen to another normal citizen. And then something happened which amazed me.

A man, who was coming from behind, almost twenty feet away from us answered her question, before I could even open my mouth. 'What on earth?' I literally uttered. Here he was, approximately twenty feet away to an unknown person who has been asked a question by another unknown person, and he answered it with a nod and loud gibberish. For God's sake let people talk to others on the road, if and when they want. Another sex-starved citizen? Perhaps, yes. I have seen multiple occasions when unknown people come forward to help pretty girls on the road, specially when they start talking in English. Another personal experience, almost two-three years ago. But more of that, perhaps some other day.


Okay. Time to note down some of my weirdest conversations I have with me at my venture of evening walks.

"Okay, so you are single."

"Yes"

"Means available, right?"

"Not really."

"Then you must be committed. Right?"

"I am not committed, either."

"Then you must've faced a break-up recently, and that's the reason you are not up for another relationship real soon. I must be right this time."

"In that case, I should say I haven't faced a break-up in my life. How's that?"

"Tell me seriously, you like girls, don't you?"

"Yes, in general. Why?"

"Are you gay?"

"No, I'm not."


I scratch my head for the next topic. Someone in the footpath looks at me in surprise. 

"What's bothering you, really?"

"I don't know. I never really realised why had she said nothing to me before going away. She obviously misinterpreted my intentions, never really realised my feelings about her, and hence the misconception."

"Do you regret? I mean, not having her?"

"As a friend? Well, yes, sure."

"Ehh?"

"Umm, well, now that I look at it, I think it's quite alright. I have been through this for as long as six years now. I'd know better. You're right, maybe I don't regret it at all."

"Great. Isi baat mein ek gaana ho jaaye...." (I punched this now. Ofcourse I was listening to this in my room and thought it would be nice to put the song here.)




Kitni Baatein Yaad Aati Hain
Tasverein Si Ban Jaati Hain
Main Kaise Inhein Bhooloon, Dil Ko Kya Samjhaon
Kitni Baatein Kahane Ki Hain
Hothon Par Jo Sahmi Si Hain
Ek Roz Inhein Sun Lo, Kyun Aise Gumsum Ho
Kyun Poori Ho Na Payee Daastan
Kaise Aayee Hain Aisi Dooriyaan

Another Illustration

Just made a cover picture illustration for an upcoming story. Attaching the same in here. (My Rating: Boring. Carries the same traces of old format).

I miss people - people who are happy...and can make others happy.

So that's about it. The half-spoken-half not-spoken words of another boy.


btw, haven't seen the one-legged beggar in the colony recently (from 'Pain to a Vagrant'). Is she dead?

The couple from the footpath has another child now (from 'Love and Happiness'). They actually were happy, weren't they?

Edit :  Sher aur Shayri ka shaukh rakhte hain kya janaab? Agar haan hai, to pesh hain ek sher Mirza Ghalib ka...

Aage aati thi haal-e-dil pe hasi
Aab kisi baat pe nahi aati
Kaaba kis munh se jaoge Ghalib
Sharam tumko magar nahi aati.



- Sept 14th, '12

Notes from a living room: 36

Watched 'Jhootha hi sahi' today. And I wander why did I not watch it before. Pakhi matches John side by side in acting at every scene of the movie. It has got a few scenes that will leave you laughing like anything. The ending is a bit dramatic though. Still, I must say I enjoyed it. And given the fact that two years ago, I had decided to go to the movie with someone made the experience more intense. Ahh! I wish we had the chance to go together. Well, anyway, doesn't matter now.

Back to movie-discussion. All the character blend themselves in such a way that you almost get a feeling of another 'Jaane tu ya jaane na'. Raghu as Omar is good. Both in comic timing and in appearance. John should consider doing offbeat films like this more. And Pakhi...well, she is just Pakhi. From being the story writer, to being the heroine of the same, she is just beautiful, in one word.

Apart from that, the movie also has Imran Khan, Ritesh Deshmukh, and Abhishek Bachhan. Well, see yourself and find them out.


Went to Golpark RKM library through the lake place. Ah the freshness in the air! I hope I get a room for myself facing such a lake one day.



Edit: Want to hear a truth? I just hate it when some girls in facebook update useless status messages and millions of sex-starved people jump in, like and comment gibberish in there. Pathetic life. 


Edit 2: Wanted to end this on a good note. Leaving a few lines from the song 'Hello Hello' from the movie 'Jhootha hi sahi'.

  

"Hello hello, hello hello
Iss andheri kaali raat mein koi
Sune to sunaye haal-e-dil pe haal-e-zindagi
Hello hello, hello hello
Koi jawab do na
Jeenay ko khwaab do na
Ik dost ka chehra
Ya phir naqaab do na
Hello hello, hello hello"

People who are out there, as lonely as I am right now, in my lone apartment in my lonely living room on my same lonely bed facing the roadside windows, there may be someone right for you waiting somewhere, may be just a call away. Give people a reason to live. Give yourself a reason to live. Stay happy. Stay positive. Life is full of surprises. And as Charvak said, our lives starts from our first breathing and ends with the last - Neither was anything before it, nor will be anything afterwards. So whatever life you want to live, live it now.

Okay, enough Gyaan from me tonight. Good Night, good people. 

Happy Princess 3 – The Third Elf

The doors opened, as the happy princess came out of her house. Before her, the boy lied. Dead – from the curse of the two elves. One glance she gave at the boy’s face. He lied still on the ground, quiet as a stone, and had a smile attached to his face. His last smile.  

"Still I like you." She remembered what he had said before his death. 

She sighed. If only there was something she could do to…

The elves came forward now. 

“Welcome,” They said. “You have become the third elf now.”

She looked at in surprise. What were they talking about?

The elves looked at each other and smiled. 

“Long ago,” The elves said, “There used to be two sisters in the woods who wanted to be elves. But they didn’t know how to. So on a fine morning, they went to the wood god and asked him how they will be able to transform into elves. The wood god forbade them and said there aren’t any ways of a human being to turn into elves. But these sisters weren’t going to accept it that way. So they took their lives, right then and there, before the eyes of the wood god.”

“By seeing such a deed the old deity of the woods had pity. He brought them into life, and gave them their wish, but only on one condition. Because the wood god had to cheat the death god for their lives, they must sacrifice another two souls in the woods. That’s how the death god would be even, and that is how they will be able to transform into elves, forever.”

“But it must be a willing sacrifice” The wood god reminded. 

“Within a very short time, the girls managed to lure two gentlemen, and break their hearts. In time, they came in the woods to see the faces of their loved one for the last time, and took their lives, for it was futile without them.”

“And then, here they stand, right before you.” The elves said. “You have managed to lure one for your own too, so you have become the third elf now.”

The third elf sighed now. Before the boy came, she was just another girl. Then she became a happy princess. And now, an elf. And all because of him. She looked at the boy again. Lying dead on the ground. He will never know what it is like to love, to smile or to be happy again. 

“But,” The elves continued, “There is one thing we should tell you that…”

They could hardly finish what they had in mind when they saw her running back, to the boy, lying on the ground behind.

“Stop. Don’t…” The elves shouted.

The girl ran back, knelt, held the boy and took him in her arms. She was crying – for no reason. Or perhaps for all the reasons in the world. She cried, cried and kept on crying. And as those tears dropped on the boy’s forehead, they turned into pearls, and scattered away.  

“Once an elf, you cannot cry.” One of the elves muttered to her from behind. 

The rain came, out of nowhere from the sky. It wet them first and then drenched them to heart. The girl kept crying, holding the boy in her arms. She didn’t want to let him go. 

“I loved him. Oh I loved him so much. God I loved him.” The girl kept muttering with her tears coming down.

It was the turn of the elves to sigh, now. They looked at each other, and nodded.

When the girl came into senses, the elves were gone, the rain hid somewhere in the blue clouds and there was sunshine all around. 

And in front of her, the boy sat, smiling at her. 

“I hate you.” The girl smiled. 

The boy said nothing, but smiled back. And then they laughed together.

Love has its own language. What would a mortal like you and me know? 

- Sept 9th '12

Notes from a living room: 35

Every time I see a happy couple on the road, smiling, teasing each other, holding each other's hands... I feel a void in my heart. Not that I long for a particular someone, nor is that I long for a special relationship, but such is the human nature - you can't really force it.

                             Grandmom had a cerebral attack, about a fortnight ago. Turns out that rest of her life, she'll have to lie on bed. What a terrible a catastrophic final days of a person who used to be a dynamic person, saw ups and downs of life very closely and was very close to me. Well, she always will.


Sometimes I feel, why can't we have a background music to our lives? Like those we have in the movies. If and when it happens, I'm going to play the best of music to my life. I remember a friend of mine (it was gulu) told me and saurav (kharu) at our hostel days, that my wife (well he obviously meant my female partner, nobody talks about wife at that age) was going to be very fortunate, only because I had a good voice and a skill to pick up on new songs. Poor gulu, didn't know that the skill to pick up new songs is far easier than the same with girls.

Well, I am lost again.