Missing You !

27 Dec 10. Heart skipped a beat or two. Or it completely skipped the beats. Something that made me to leave Chennai. Something that made me to leave the the sweetest accompany of the sweetest friends ever. Something that made me to leave the sweetest room-mates ever. Something that made me to leave Bhai-Jee. Something that made me to leave Regiment. But, I had to leave. One can't help. I can't help.

27 Jul 06. First day at Chennai. And from that time I enjoyed living there, working there, playing there. Everything ! But then 27 Dec 10. Fuck !

14 Jan 11. I was leaving chennai for ever ( I think so). Pub Picnic. Party. Compartment B1 in the train no.13352. B'day Cake. Those wet eyes. Really, Miss U a lot guys.

[occupants of Arjan Singh Block ; I miss u a lot.]

[Regiment: The most of the time I spend wid. Those unlimited Plans. 

Unlimited Beers. Unlimited Smokes. And Bhai-jee (first from the left in da standing row)]

[Anna. The most unexpected fellow. Very Energetic. 
Nobody knows wat he gonna say next. 

A psychologist. An entry-mate cum office-mate. Miss You Anna.]

[Rabia. The most cheerful and innocent guy. Always smiling. I miss you a lot.]

And there are a dozen of people in the living-in campus of Avadi whom I m gonna miss for the lifetime. Thats for sure. Its a long list but, I would like to mention it here. And here it goes.

1. P. Pandey who is the most sentimental, most helpful person there. (sorry yaar, i m not having ur pic, plz mail me a.s.a.p) And yes, He is a good reader too.

2. Kapil. A very good sportsperson. A very good cook too. ( I miss ur chana masala and daal fry seriously.) 

3. Gurpreet. A decent fellow. And yes, the only sardar jee of my billet. ( I believe). Miss you dear.

4. Deshwal. Having a good physique and a good stamina as well. Dedicated. Wishing u a very happy married life (I am wishing u probably one month before). I would try my best to be there in ur marriage.

5. Thakur. Nothing to say. The tagline is "Himachal Pradesh ki jay". Tremendous guy. He used to jhelo the full bakchodi when we are fultoo drunk and though he never drinks but gives company with the fucking Appy Fizz or any cold drinks. And mind u, he eats too. If u r goin to make a menu for the party then add 2 person's diet in place of Thakur. 

6. Sharma. Radhe-Radhe. A good person. Lazy too. Miss ur shero-shayari. Wishing u too a very happy married life.

7. Verma Sir. A tremendous painter. I have seen his paintings. Those are really awesome.

8. Anniruddh yadav. A fulltoos bakchod. Pure DP. Say thanks to me. U knw, why.

9. Pawan. An excellent cricketer. And a good team-mate.

10. Sumit Choudhary. An intelligent guy as well as an excellent bowler. And a good team mate.

11. Punia. A trade-mate. Office-mate. And someone with u can do the backchodi in shuddh hindi.

12. Pandey sir. Though he is posted to some other place. was a good partner in drinking especially. A good observer. But, u r advised not to take tensions by little-little things in life. (I think this is wat i had written in ur slam book also)

13. Chikara. A cute but No.1 Laundiabaaz. Enjoy !

14. Diwakar. Simplicity. Honest. Miss u buddy. I couldn't meet u while leaving. Sorry for that !

15. Ghosal. Intelligent. And smart too. 

16. Baba. The real-baba-type person. Yoga in the morning. Gym in the evening. Fruits all time. Take care baba.

And a lot of persons out dere. 

It was a real pain to be apart from all u guys. I am missing u and will miss u a lot. And at the same time, I hope that we will meet somewhere at sometime. And we will have fun when we meet again.

Ohh Shit !

Disclaimer: All that u r goin to read is real shit. Honestly, it suits the title. U r advised not (R) not to proceed. If then also u r not leaving this page, then procced at ur own risk.

It was a night of ecstasy. Of Fantasies. The cool wind entered the room through the window. Today itself he edited his playlist in the music player and changed the shuffle on from off. And here it was, the song 'Baanho ke darmiyan do pyar...' playing softly in the background. She was in his arms. So firmly. So deeply. So lovely. She was the most b'ful gal of this planet. (He believed) Wat a pleasure ! Wat a feeling ! Wat a feeling to have the most b'ful gal in ur arms. So close. And She is all urs. For this wonderful night. And for the rest of the life. Her scattered hairs were lying on his face. She rolled herself more tightly in his arms. He smootched her. He was going mad. And She too. (He believed) He wanted to have her. He wanted to have her this time and for the rest of his life. The things were goin beyond his control. Meanwhile the phone rang, 'Excuse me darling, u have a text message'. Ohh Shit ! Fuck ! He just clicked on to see the msg. It was :
I LOVE U JEE...
GOOD MORNING...
SUBAH HO GAYI HAI, AB UTH V JAYIYE.
He smiled. It was real She. All that was a dream. A beautiful dream. A romantic dream. A sensational dream. He wants the dream to be a truth as soon as possible.

Happy B'day !

# The way U used to say 'kya ho gaya baccha' when I looked tensed.
# The way U prepared "Kheer" that day for me. Even u were knowing how to make it though u called up mom just for ensuring a gud Kheer preparation. Really, it was the tastiest kheer I have ever had.
# The way u dressed up in suits most of the time, just for me. Even though u feel cofortable in western outfits.
# The way U slept that day. Head on my shoulder.
# The way we listned that song together for the last time. Hands on hands.
# The way................

Just missing all those ways. Itz her birthday today. This page is a good friend of mine since quite a few months. I share almost everything here. A very Happy B'day ma'm. Hope u r rocking it in one of the best B-Schools in India.
A very good life ahead !

Aapki PRATIKSHA mein !

He loved her. He loved the way she texted him throughout the clock. He loved the way she used to text him with her sleepy eyes in the late nights. He loved the way she text the scores of the cricket match (Any Nation Vs Ind) when He is not able to get in touch with the match. {Though, he expects from her to text  the scores of Any Nation Vs Any Nation cricket match}. He loved the way she understand him too well. He loved the way she knows what He wants to say, before he says. The previous 20 days was his good 20 days. {Though, it came after a too long pause}. They met on a regular intervals. They always talked about each other likes, dislikes, music, movies, families, family values, and tv serials too. {Though, he hated the last one}. Some of the times they talked about their future life. And after those times or moments they get tensed. And after a pause, they both decide chodo ye sab baatein, kuch aur baat karte hain na. Day before yesterday He asked two questions to her. The first one was, "Is Love possible between two friends" ? The second was, "Is Friendship possible once Love happens" ? He was satisfied with the answer of the first question but what for the second ? What for the second ???? Though it was love between them, they both knew it but never let it express. But, why ??? Who knows ! Yesterday was the day, He asked straightway "Tumhe mujse pyar hai " ? She was shocked by the promptness of the question. But thank to the Almighty, She nooded in a Yes mood. He was more than happy to notice this. He could not sleep yesterday night coz of the happiness, joy and something something.....
Today is the day he is feeling completely blank.  Too much happines followed by a complete blank. It is He. He is like that only. To say, absolute Random ! Though, today he was having a cause for the blankness. She was out of the town from today.{And to say wat a place that is where mobile networks even not working}. They can't talk. Can't text. And wat a bloody situation this is, that when she'll be back, he'll be out of the town. When he will come back again, he himself doesn't know. When they are going to meet again, they doesn't know. And That is Life ! Immediate Happiness and........ ! Lots of Love in a moment and Lots of Missing in next moment.

Aapki PRATIKSHA mein........ !

Life.52

Inspired by mangoman's post

That study table. Those silly jokes. That unexpected seperation. Those four years. Orkut. A phone call. Nice-talking-after-a-long-time message. Proposal. Accepetence. Endless talkings. Chattings. 1st date. Smiles. Happiness. Love. A trip to heaven. Romance. Coefee at Comesum. Railway station. That see off. Most Painful journey. Misunderstandings. Small Fights. Formalitites. Next meeting. Changed Behaviour. Last coeffe at footpath. The most beautiful yet painful journey. Phone calls. Fights always. Irritations. A phone call. Break up. I-am-always-there-for-you message. Nil correspondence. One-sided chats. Empty beer bottles. Ciggerette butts. Hangovers. Lots of blogging. Memories. Wet pillows. A phone call. A book. 2nd attempt. A hope. Failed. Illusions. Un-fulfilled dreams. Lots of missing. Life. You.

[Dedicated to the one who is an integral part of me]