The Solitary Writer

Love & Lies 7

2012-02-13T17:12:00.002+05:30

Disclaimer - All characters in this story are fictitious.

Read Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 , Part 4 , Part 5 and Part 6

' Oh Ankita Sharma ..,' I said .

'I mean your best friend ....Ankiti didi..,' Afreen said.

'Oh yeah..I am sure she might be doing good..,' I failed to understand why she asked me about Ankita.The mental state of my mind seemed to be distracted. Life was so good all these while when we both spoke about each other.But as soon as she triggered discussion about Ankita,I started getting a bad feeling once again.For days I have been asking myself and I found myself guilty for Ankita's present situation.I wanted to apologise to her and explain her that I am not the one meant for her.

'I will call you tomorrow...I am sorry..I really need to hurry up,' I said and cut the phone call. I had to lie to her for obvious reasons. Afreen was getting closer to me as each day passed.Our discussions sometimes would involve serious topics mostly related to philosophy.I could not live with the guilt of hurting Ankita. I'd been spending sleepless night for I really cared about her feelings. I never wanted to hurt her feelings.

Morning lectures were good. Professor Mani had explained us about Marketing principles.He taught us the 7 different principles of marketing and how effective marketing can do wonders to your sales and product. I studied to be a manager and things seemed interesting day by day. My feelings for Afreen grew stronger each day.It was just affection or infatuation but I really fell in love with her.College lectures got over by 5.30 as usual . I hanged out with my friends at Connaught Place, which used to be our usual hangout corner. It was 7.30 pm.

'Hey Afreen...howdy girl,' I called her.

'Hello Mr.Meher..,'

'I hope you are doing great...,' I said.

'Yes..sirji...I am doing perfectly fine..Whats new?,' She asked me

'Well nothings new..The other night I was thinking about you?,'

'Thinking about me...What were you thinking about me,' She said.

'Thinking about how things have changed drastically after you'd entered my life...you've been so kind and good to me ,' I smiled.

'Ahh..you talk to over thousand girls and flirt with over hundred girls,..its not new for you though,' She laughed.

'I am not kidding...I'm beginning to like you less because I am starting to love you more,' I said to her.

'Oh Flirty guy...not again please...tell such flowery words to some other girl..she might fall for you..I like my flirtu Rahul,' She said.

'After knowing that you are a Sagitarian guy, I would not love to make a Sagitarian boyfriend..it can't be love ,' She continued.

'Hmm but for me its lots of love and I am not lying,' I said.

'Off course ,then it must be little of love and lots of lies,' She laughed.

'Hey, I have to complete my research journal ..I will text you at night,' I said to her and cut the phone.

I had completely fallen in love with the online girl. I never knew how she looked and what kind of girl she was. Its rightly said that love is blind. I reached home and had my dinner. Mother had made Aalu Parantha for me. Dad as usual was busy engrossed with his work. Pri was staying at her best friend Jessica's home for a combine group study. My folks never knew my online life. Infact I refrained from adding my Sister and Mom in my Facebook.I didn't wanted to invite problems for me. I logged into Gmail.com to check mails. At the same time I received a chat pop up.

SexyAnkita90 -Hello Rahul Good Evening :-)

I realized that this was the right opportunity for me to explain her what I felt about her.

Raul4you- Hi Ankita...my dear ...long time...forgot me naa?

SexyAnkita90 - Hey nothing like that dear..How can I even forget you? :) You were instrumental in changing my life yar..Thank you for that.

Raul4you- I'm sorry about that day Anki.

SexyAnkita90 - Its perfectly fine Rahul..Thats not a problem at all.

Raul4you - You seem so serious dear..I've never seen you like this before..

Raul4you- I just want to tell you that I am not your kinds.Infact I am not worth for you. You will get someone more better than me yar.

SexyAnkita90- Oh Common yar...I understand and I even forgot that.Lately I realized that it was infatuation. May be your affection attracted me.But we should remain good friends .

Raul4you- Oh why good friends Pagli...best friends toh we are .

SexyAnkita90- Hahaha :P :P

Raul4you- So whats new at your side?

SexyAnkita90 - There is a marriage proposal for me.Father had called me to inform me this.His close friend Khanna Uncle's son is interested to marry me.

Raul4you - Hoye Oye! Now this is a good news Ankit. What does he do?

SexyAnkita90 - Well Rishabh works as a Brand Manager in Idea Cellulars.

Raul4you- Oye oye..Rishabh ..I am very happy for you.What did you tell them?

SexyAnkita90 - I told them yes. :) :) My Parents desperately want me to get married to him.

Raul5you- I'm really happy for you dear. I'd been trying several times to call you but now I know why your phone was busy.huh :P

SexyAnkita90- Hehe Rishabh would call me and talk to me for hours.He is so caring ,you know

Raul4you - I am happy for you re...chal I will call you soon.Bye.

SexyAnkita90 - Sure dear..goodbye :)

I was extremely delighted to know that Ankita was getting married.I was happy that Ankita realized that it was her infatuation and not love.It had made me guilty for some period of time. I utilized 2 hours for working on my project. I have this habit of listening to songs late night.

'I love you so much,' I send Afreen a text message.

'Haha..Joke of the year..but stop it now Argrrrr,' She replied to my text.

'No I am serious,' I typed her.

'But Why me? Whats so special about me? If this turns out to be another prank then I swear I won't talk to you again in my life,' I received her text after 2 minutes.

'Birds of the same feather flocks together. I have rejoiced every moment talking to you and found out that you are a very good friend,guide and a philosopher. I want our relationship to go to the next level...Every time I think about you,' I texted her.

'Honestly I don't love you.I talked to you and spoke to you every time and shared many things with you. This was because I liked talking to you.But I never knew that love would come in between and spoil all the happy relations :( ,' she texted me.

'I can't think of a life without you.Please don't hurt me Afreen :(,'

'Thats why I always told you and warned you let not love come in between.My intentions are not to hurt you,' She replied to my sms.

' :( :( ,' I texted her a sad emoticon.

'May be we should not talk for some weeks or so...then you will automatically be fine :) :) ,' she texted me and it was 2 am.

'Forget it ..I better fade away from your life..I can't stop thinking of you every moment..I will stop talking to you forever.It would be difficult initially but I will manage.I can't waste my life thinking of you...for I love you,' I texted her.

'Fade? What? Are you serious ? This is not done ..You make me cry Dodo,'I received a text message from her.

'Yes ,Somethings happens for a reason ,' I texted her back.

'You made me cry :'( Is it my mistake that I was good 2 u.I never told you to fall in love with me.Can you leave me? You might have many friends like me but I don't have many friends like you.You are special and I value our relation,' She texted.

'i don't know how important relations are for you,but for me my relations are important.So like that you are important for me too.And what good will it do by breaking off this relationship would do?,' I received another text message within 1 min. My eyes were moist with tears. I seriously fell in love with her.

'It will help me to forgot you dear,' I replied her.

'Call me ,' I received her sms.It was 3 am. I was in my room . It was quite unusual to call a girl at night.Afreen always used to tell me that she never attends any phone call after 11 pm.I went to the balcony and dialed her number.

'Whats wrong with you haaan?,' She was furious.

'How can you even say that you are leaving me?,' She said.

'Yaar but I can't really help myself..I am confused right now and It would be good if we move away,' I said to her with low voice.

'Pretty interesting life I've got. People come in my life only to leave me and I like a fool cry and watch them go. Great.Go away..Who am I to Stop you?,' She was weeping.

'Afreen..don't cry..please...Where are you?,' I asked her.

'In my room..Go away..u don't want to talk to me naa...this is the importance you give to my friendship naa...go away..,' She said controlling her tears.

'Mad..don't cry..I promise you that I won't leave you..please stop crying for god sake..what will happen if someone from your house wakes up..,' I asked her to stop crying.

'Promise me...you won't do this ever again,' She said.

'yes I do promise you..,' I assured her.

'Okay fine..Lets talk through texts then,' She cut the phone call.

'You know i felt very bad...very very bad..but I know you can't leave me.Now you have even promised me.So how can you even think of breaking such a wonderful relation,' I received her text after 2 min.

'Yes..I agree,' I replied her.

'And one more thing..you are a wonderful person and I realize your worth or would I be talking to you at 3 am:) :) ,' She texted.

'I am sorry yar,' I replied her.

'Why sorry? Ok fine I forgive you :) . We are friends forever. We like irritating each other so much that our day can't be complete without that..I really wish I could say I love you...Because as friend I always do :) :) and abh so jaaieye,' She replied me.

':) Good night' I replied her. I never knew what to reply her.But she asked me not to talk to her for few weeks or so.I knew that it was difficult but I really had to control my emotions .

'Tujhe bhula diya, oh Phir kyun teri yaadon ne..Mujhe rula diya.. oh..Mujhe rula diya,' My Music player was playing a sad song from a Bollywood movie.

(to be continued..)

I dedicate this song to Rahul Meher in this story and for all those unlucky souls sad broken in love. Next Part would be the last and the final part of the Love & Lies series.

Love & Lies 6

2012-02-11T01:46:00.000+05:30

Disclaimer - All characters in this story are fictitious.

Read Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 , Part 4 and Part 5

'Afreen,this ain't good ,' I was disappointed.
'Can't help buddy,' She texted me back.

With my entry to home, my folks glowed with happiness.Mother was extremely delighted to see me back after many years.All these days we had been listening to each other,talking on phone.I have never missed my mother and father just because of the fact that I'm used to living this way. I can adapt to places very easily and quickly.This is what which differentiates me from other people.

'Maa, the porridge is just sweet like you are,' I embraced my mother.
'Love you beta..and look your daddy is not here to welcome you,' Mother has always been a whiner as far as I know.Her experiments with new food was something which got praises for her but she found it difficult to manage my father.Father,on contrary was a busy man for whom office was more important than family.

'I had a word with Papa,..'I retorted.
'Papa has always been like this Maa...don't think you can change him..,' said.

'Nevermind..I am tired of telling him...,' She got vexed.

'Hey Delhi boy..had lunch?,' A text from Afreen was received at 1 PM.
'Oh yes..just now.. :) ,' I send her a reply.

'Bhaiyya...see what i got for you..,' Priyanka came running towards me. She has always been the hearthrob of our house. We all adored and loved her.Pri was daddy's favourite.

'Pri...my sweety ..,' I hugged her.
'See bhaiyya..I got this Frankie for you..eat it..I know you love it,'My little sister said to me. It gave me immense pleasure to talk to my sister in real after a long time.I always knew that there was one girl who would always miss my presence and that girl would be my sister.I spoke to my mother and Priyanka for sometime and left for my room. The entire day was spend meeting old friends,teachers,neighbours and cousins.I planned to return back by evening but I had an important work. I had to go to FMS to submit few documents.Family and Friends are two important entities in our life which one should not miss.One should perhaps cherish every moment of his life while he is with his family and friends.You can be relocated or may be time would drag you to some other city where you would be all alone craving to meet your loved ones.Thats why I always believed in the principle of enjoy life as it comes by.I had submitted my documents and left for home at around 6 pm.

I received Afreen's call.I was surprised to see her call.I could not believe my eyes as I picked up. For once she told me that she won't talk to me again. Was it my charisma which impelled her to call me.

'Hello MAdame...' I greeted her.
'Yo Sir..Whatsup..,'
'Nothing much ..dark sky..I guess it would rain her any moment...'I joked.

'Haha..you seem happy today ..Whats the matter Rahul?,'She asked me.
'Nothing much...I'm just tired and trying to go home..Delhi traffic...huh,' I was fully exhausted.
'Hahaha...I knew that was coming..so tell me how is my voice,' She said. I always admired her voice. The very first time when I spoke to her I'd realized that she had a mature voice.It was a voice which was old enough for her.She could do wonders with this asset of hers.It was something special,a gift.

'I love it buddy..Do you even know what..I am planning to call you everyday just to hear your voice.. such a magic you are ..i mean your voice is,' I laughed.
'Idiot..stop making fun of me,..or may be you are flirting dude..,' She got vexed.

'Flirting...Haha..Yes may be..I'm not sure,' I asserted.
'Perhaps I can sense the sweet things said by you..its guys old tricks Rahul..Are you a Sagitarian by any chance?,' She curiously asked me.

Yes,I was a Sagitarian and perhaps its this characteristic of a Sagitarian which makes people think that they are sinister' s.Flirting is an art.Sagitarians never know that they are actually flirting untill someone pinpoints them.

'Yes..I'm a Sagitarian..and what about you,' I smiled.

'Well not thats what makes you a perfect Flirt buddy...God..I can't believe I'm even talking to you...a Flirtu,' She seemed shocked for a while.
'Cheer up buddy..I don't flirt ok...and When is your birthday?,' I asked.

'Well I am an Arian girl.10th April is my birthday....Quite disciplined girl that I am,' She laughed.

'Oh God..you are so funny..Anyways I've reached my home now...Can I give you a call back soon ,' I said to Afreen.
'Sure Rahul.,' She said and cut the phone.

Soon I received a message from her. ' :) ' I could see only one smile emoticon in that text.
'Its always a pleasure talking to you Sweetheart,' I replied to her text. Days passed and we both used to talk for hours and hours on phone. We would talk about random things. Sometimes she would bore me with her Medical stuffs. I can't cease to understand why do girls have to talk about their studies and stuffs when an interesting person calls them.

My Classes at FMS had begun and it was a new experience. A transition from an Engineering student to a Management student was going to happen. This transition itself was something which could change my life completely.I would talk to Afreen daily for 1 hour. I fail to realize that by doing so I might really fall in love with Afreen.I had never been in love before and as days passed this feeling was growing stronger.We used to talk to each other like a boyfriend and girlfriend although we weren't one.

'Hey Sweety..whatsup..,' I 'd called her sharp at 7.30 pm. I would call her daily at 7.30 pm.
'Don't you have any better words ..new words I mean..,' She said.

'New words..Jaanu will do?,'
'Jaanu belongs to the 1980's era..something creative and innovative..,' she said.
'Baby...please do not test me..You make me fall in love with you ..every time I call you to hear your voice and I fall in love with you...,' I laughed.

'Oh Common!! try this with some other girl..she might fall for you..but not to me,' She got angry.
'Anyways...you know what happened today..That stupid Anatomy viva was very bad.. the mam was sweet but the Sir was too bad.He asked me things which I never knew,' She said.

'Oh thats too cruel of him.I had send him 2 bags of cash,' I said.
'Whaat cash..stupid,'
'Cash to ask you simple and easy questions and make you pass,' I joked.
'Uff...you are so bad na,..you making fun of my pathetic situation...I seriously hate you...,'She said.

'But I unhate you..,' I said.
'UnHate...Hahaha,..does such word exists in Thesaurus,' She laughed.

'I mean..I love you..,'
'Oh Not again..please..why do you love me? Tell me,' She asked.

'Well because you are someone whom I am looking forward in my life,...a guide,companion ,philosopher..you are the twinkling star which i am waiting for..I love you sweety,'
'See I proposed you right now...,' I continued.

'Haha, this is not called proposing... its should be like ,' She said.

'If Stars could speak..even they would give the testimony of my love for you,' She continued.

'Wow..That was good dear,' I said to her.

'We are constantly talking since few months and I warn you up hand..don't fall for me ok?,' She said.

'Don't...Love just happens idiot...it just happens..its un controllable,' I said.

'But..ok fine.don't you think we both talk a lot? If this continues then we would seriously get addicted to each other...,' She said and I completely agreed to each word of hers.

'Its not called Addiction..Its friendship..,' I said.

'But we can't tell...It makes people dependent on each other and then separation at some-point of time hurts...people may become busy and we can't always expect to talk like this yaar,' She added.

'It is good or bad,'

'No it is not good..Addiction of any kind is bad..,' She turned into a serious mode.

'Well Jaanu..listen..you should not think too much okay,'
'I'm not your jaanu,' She got angry.

'Okay, Darling we should be friends and we already know that our friendship is growing stronger and someday we might be best friends,' I said.

'I'm my own best friend Rahul.In such friendship there is lots of responsibilities and expectation.If we fail we eventually get betrayed and hurt.I already have a bad experience of betrayal and getting hurt.I don't want to get hurt again ,' She said.

'What happened re,'I asked her.

'No..I had a best friend from school. We were so close and we were like soul sisters.Some misunderstandings and she stopped talking to me.ITs the worst thing which happened in my life. You don't know how much I miss talking to her...People come in my life ..mark their presence and leave my life without telling me..,' She said.

'Well that happens dear...one should learn to cope up with life...I'm damn sure I might fall in love with you some day...I'm quite sure about it..,' I smiled.

'I already knew this was coming..and thats why I warn you,' She warned.

'Lets see...'I said.

'Are you in touch with Ankita Didi?,' Afreen asked me. Hearing Ankita's name made me think about the day when Ankita had proposed me.All these while I was feeling good but for some reason I started feeling weird.

'Ankita....,' I said.

(To be continued...)

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Love & Lies 5

2012-02-06T22:54:00.000+05:30

Disclaimer - All characters in this story are fictitious.

Read Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 and Part 4

Things seemed to have changed after the melodrama which Ankita had created. I am not the right person to comment on it but I wasn't sure what made her fall for me. Its hard to believe such things were running through her mind. She failed to read affection and love. She was rather confused and I just never wanted to accept her as a part of my life. Its my friendly and caring nature towards my brothers girlfriend which made her special in my life. I had never seen Ankita like that before.

'Maybe somewhere deep in my heart,I know love lasts,' My Ipod was playing Paramore -You are the Only Exception.

'But Darling, you are the only exception,' The next line read.

These lines came to me as if Ankita was singing for me.I was clearly disturbed and clueless about Ankita's future.

The train departed at the scheduled time.I sat next to a Tamil guy who was stout. His face was obscured and covered with stubble which looked scary. His tobacco stained teeth gave him a fancy look.He was wearing a maroon t shirt and a baggie trouser of contrast color.I was trying to focus on the Novel which I was reading.

'Anna, when will Delhi come?,' He displayed a big grin on his face exhibiting his yellow tabacco stained teeth.

I preferred to remain silent.I remained firm for a while.

'Anna,Please tell me no when will Delhi come?,' He irked me for some reasons.

I glared at him.But it didn't work.I decided to remain cool but this guy was getting on my nerves.

I planned to smack him down if he asked me the same question one more time.

'Ayyo Anna,please tell when Delhi will come?,' He shrugged my shoulder.Unfortunately only we two were seated on the particular section of the coach.

My day was getting worse from bad after meeting the South Indian guy.

'Dude..go and ask Delhi..Shut the Fk up,' I was rude and for some reason I believed that he deserved this treatment.

I had already messed up with Afreen on our very first verbal conversation.I somehow believed that I had lost the chance to talk to her again.

I was getting bored.The train had picked speed.The Tamil guy seemed to be a jolly guy.He was showing his dance moves on 'Appadi Podu' song.He wanted me to review his dancing skills.His moves were funny and amusing.I laughed like anything after a long time and he tickled my funny bone for free.

'Oh Man!! you are seriously hilarious,' I laughed.

'Ayyo..hilarious naaa??,'He questioned me.

'I mean you are funny man,' I laughed again and this time I could not control it. He cheered my mood by his dance moves.

'You know I was sad and depressed before coming here ..you made me smile and laugh..,'I shook hands with him.

'I am Ganesh....Muthu Ganesh,' He said with his typical Tamil accent.

'I am Rahul Meher,'I smiled.

'So Meher...why are you so sad?Tell me if you won't mind sharing,' He asked me.

'Ahh!! nothing serious man...girlfriend is mad at me and won't talking to me,'I winked at him.

'Ayyo paawam ..Meher neenga,' He said.

'What does it means and call me Rahul,' I asked.

'It means I feel pity for you ..'

'Keep trying Rahul and she will pick up your call one day..,' He added.

'Thanks Ganesh..' I smiled.

'Sar ,whats her name?,' He interrogated.

'Why..are you going to search and add her on Facebook.com,'I joked to which we both laughed in unison.

'No Rahul...just like that..but perhaps I think that you should try contacting her,'

'The worst thing in love is betrayal.I have my own experience of getting loved and lost.She loved my Profession and not me.I was a Project Manager at Accenture and it attracted many girls because they would look for the income and not the heart which loves them,adores them.I hate such bitches.There was one such bitch who ditched me when I was jobless because of the great recession,' His eyes were moist with tears.

'Love the one who truly deserves you and loves you equally.Don't go behind the voracious vixens whose eyes are just focused on your wallet and salary slip,' He heaved a sigh.

His thoughts were quite real.One needs to ponder on those lines.I,however lied to him that Afreen was my girlfriend.

'Her name is Afreen and she lives in Santacruz in Mumbai,' I smiled.

'Oh Santacruz aa, Rich girl she must be !,' He wiped his tear cladden eyes.

Muthu Ganesh worked in a multinational company as a Program Manager.He resembled a goon to me.But I never cease to wonder how come Infosys hired such a Manager.His tobacco stained teeth never made me believe that he was working in a Multinational company and that too as a Program Manager.

'Do you really work for Infosys?,' I asked him to clear my doubts.

'Yes I seriously can't believe you Ganesh,' I was perplexed.

'Yes man I work for Infosys..I am going to India's number 1 Dentist who lives in Delhi..Dr. Lingu Chamy,' He laughed.

'Don't tell me you are going to a Dentist who sits at Delhi just to clean your teeth...,' I joined the laughter riot.

'Offcourse ,I also have to meet my Business Analyst,' He winked.

The train journey with Ganesh was memorable. I initially refused to acknowledge him when he opened a conversation but later on I realized that we both were like minded. We exchanged our numbers and promised to stay in touch. He urged me to talk to Afreen. He came out as a doctor to heal me from the depression which was injected in me because of Ankita.I felt good and thanked Ganesh for those doses of humour.

The train arrived at Delhi Railway Station at the scheduled time of 8.30 AM. I boarded the Delhi Metro to reach my home.I reached my home at 10.Rohini seemed to have transformed into a different location with great facilities.Delhi was looking completely different.But by then I had started missing Mumbai.

I was in a good mood as I reached Delhi.Ganesh came as an angel to freed me from my sadness.As per his suggestions I tried calling Afreen again.

She never picked the phone call. 'The Airtel you are trying to call is currently Busy..please try after some time,' The IVR voice would say. I tried calling her but after 10 attempts I gave up.

' Don't you understand English? Do I say to you in Tamil,' Afreen had texted me.

'Yes ,please tell me in Tamil naaa...please Saar :P :P ,' I replied her back.

'Idiot :P :P ,' She texted me back after 2 min.

'I am going to call you now :P :P ,' I replied her through sms.

'I am not going to attend your call you bet!:P :P :D ,' She texted me back.

(To be continued..)

Love & Lies 4

2012-02-04T23:53:00.000+05:30

This is my 301st post. Another milestone!! Over 300 posts in 5 years and still going good. Thanks All!!

Disclaimer - All Characters are fictitious!!

Read Part1,Part2 and Part 3.

'Arey..first tell me what promise..what ..,' I was wondering what could be the promise.

'We might just get a chance to talk to each other,' She wrote.

'Oh awesome! but what is the promise about yar? and give me your number?,' I asked her.

'Please don't let Ankita Didi know that I am going to call you :) and I am going to call you.You give me your number please :) ,' She displayed a smiley.

'I want to surprise you,' She continued.

'Okay! Its 9892457##4,' I typed her.

'Thanks..I will save it :),' She said.

'Hey I got to leave right now..Got to do the packing and have to meet Ankita tommorow before leaving for Delhi,' I wrote.

'OK bye..Happy journey. :) ,' She typed.

'Thanks..but I would be expecting your call soon.Do not disappoint,' I continued.

Afreen was just another online friend of mine, but for some reasons I felt as if were both were chatting often. May be our friendship was blooming to the next level. Talking to her always invokes a smile in me. She seemed to me like an intelligent girl.She was simple and straight forward.That was the one character which distinguishes her from others.

By evening 8 ,I had completed all my packing. I had to settle with 2 big bags full of clothes and my laptop backpack which contained my Dell Inspiron.

'I miss you Rahul!,' a text message was received and later on I realized that it was Ankita.

'I too dear...Will come to meet you tomorrow at 2 ..afternoon.. :) gn,' I texted her back.

'Ok..I will wait for you then..good night,' I received her reply.

It was 29th May and the morning wasn't great at all. I bid my final good bye to both my room mates Jeet and Rishi.I had a chance to talk to Krunali bhabi, who was Rishi's girlfriend. Krunali bhabi would definitely miss me for all the pranks which I have played on Rishi and her.I visited my neighbors and sought blessings from them as I was all set to leave the city. I took photographs with them.

A tear drop rolled down my cheeks as I was leaving the society where I lived for the last time. I hugged Chaman lal ,our watchman and handed him One Hundred Rs Note. It actually hurts leaving some one after being associated with them for ages. It actually doesn't matters for few but for some it does. You share a special bonding with them and every time you look forward for those people in your life.It was disheartening for me to leave Brindavam Apartments.I took a snap of the place which sheltered me for over 6 years.

I was carrying my heavy bags and I clearly looked like someone who was vacating the town.Mumbai Rajdhani was scheduled to leave at 1640 hrs. My plan was to meet Ankita at her place and leave for Mumbai Central at around 4.

I reached Ankita's house at 2 pm as promised. There was something unusual in her. She looked changed and for a matter of fact she was looking more pretty. She asked me to sit on the sofa.

'Coffee or Tea,' She smiled.

'I am a Coffee person..and you always know that Anki..,' I replied her.

She left for the kitchen and came back after 5 minutes with a tray containing 2 coffee mugs.

'Ahh,I am amazed..you make good coffee...huh,' I took a sip of the coffee which she had made.

'I knew...even Abhishek would say that everytime,' She added.

There was silence for over 5 minutes.I completed the coffee and her mug was still full.

'Hello..madam..where are you lost?,' I said to her.

'Nothing..I am lost no where,' She pinched my cheeks.

'I want to tell you something Rahul,' She came closer to me.

'Sure go on sweetheart,' I said to her.

'Promise me that you wont change your behavior towards me after this,'

'Promise me you won't hurt me by saying NO,'

'Promise me even after this we would remain the best of friends,' She continued.

'Yes..but whats this promise all about?,' I curiously asked her.

'I think I love you..,' She said. I was shocked as it was unexpected from her.I had never dreamed about this in my life.I had always seen her as a friend who was always there for me in my worst time.

'What is this Ankita? Please tell me that you are playing a prank on me?,' I turned serious.

'No,I serious this time Rahul,' She said.

'Whats wrong with you Ankita? I vision you as my best friend.You are always there for me but I didn't knew that you would love me. Please tell me that this is not true. Today is my last day in Mumbai and this is not good Ankita.I admire you,respect you.I respect you Ankita. If Abhishek Bhaiyya were here,he would have been hurted very badly,' I said to her.

'No...Abhishek would have felt happy for both of us. And I know he is happy listening to all this at some place in heaven.He must be smiling and wishing for both of us...You know how lonely my life turned after I lost Abhishek...you colored my life with beautiful colors Rahul..Your brother won't be hurt at all,' She said wiping the tears from her eyes.

'Don't cry Ankita...I will call you once I reach Delhi. I need to rush now,' I said.

'I hope I didn't spoil your day...This is an emotional outlet and I always wanted to tell you how much I adore you dear..I can't think of a life without you for all the love and support you have given me,' She said.

'Thanks dear,but I need to leave right now..Please don't get me wrong,' I said and left for the door.

'I am sorry and Please keep in mind that I will be waiting for you,' She said and I left for Mumbai Central Station.

Abhishek Meher was none other than my elder brother who was drowned to death in a tragic mishap in Goa.Ankita ,Abhishek and I studied in the same school till Ankita was in class 7.Ankita and her parents relocated to Mumbai because of Sharma Uncle's Transferable Central Govt job.Abhishek bhaiyya and Ankita liked each other. Ankita loved my brother. They both always looked as if they were made for each other. Bhaiiya had plans of getting married to Ankita during later stages of life. They would talk for hours on phone late night. He cared for her. He was some one special for Ankita and was her dream.But her dream was shattered when she came to know that bhaiyya had drowned to death in a Visit to Goa.I was in class 11 and Ankita in class 10. Bhaiyya was studying 2nd year of Engineering.Abhishek's death came out as a shock to my family as well as Ankita. She went into depression for some period of time. How will you react when you get to know that your loved one won't return back. She wept for days and weeks. She would look at his picture and tears would automatically flow through her eyes. Sharma Uncle knew about their relationship. After 3 years,they had to leave for Delhi as Uncle had got transferred to Delhi.Sharma Uncle and Aunty insisted Ankita to join them but she opted to stay in Mumbai.

That was the time I realized that Ankita's life was getting lonely and meaningless.For how long would she think about bhaiyya and waste her entire life doing nothing. I supported her and did my best in bits to console her. I tried to make her happy in every possible way.During this process, I transformed into a caring and an over protective friend.I was the only support structure in her life.It took me days to make her forget bhaiyya and the special memories that he left behind in her life. Its my affection which made her love me.It was my mistake. But I saw her as a respectable person especially when I got to know that she would be marrying my own brother at some point of time in future.

'I am sorry...dear..please forgive me,' Ankita had texted me.

'Oh Shut up! you should nt be sorry ...you didn't do anything wrong my dear...' I texted her back.

'Thanks and call me when you reach Delhi.Ok ? Happy Journey!,' She replied.

'Ok' I replied her back.

Few minutes later my phone rang and it played the usual Nokia Tune as my ringtone.

'Hello,' I greeted.

'Hey..we talk as I promised...' the person said. It was a female voice. It sound to me like some mature voice.

'Afreen... Is it you?' I said.

'Who else it could be Rahul jii? Hahaha,' She laughed.

I was in no mood for jokes.Perhaps I was thinking about what Ankita said to me. I was deeply immersed in those thoughts. I had never imagined that Afreen would call me at the wrong time.I was not in the best of my moods and could not be the usual me and I never wanted to disappoint her.I admit I am a loquacious person but for some reasons I didn't want to talk to anyone.

'So..how are you?' She asked me.

'Ok,' I replied.

'Sad kya...since you are leaving Mumbai..Haha' She laughed.

'No,' I said.I was confused for a moment and I didn't want to continue the conversation.

'Is this your number? Can we talk sometimes later please?,' I asked her.

'OH ok ...sure ..we can..save this number..bye,' She said and cut the phone. It wasn't the best conversation to start with. The day was not good at all. I was wondering what made Ankita fall for me.

Few minutes later I received a text message.

'You are such a sadist...sad soul..Count me..I am seriously not going to call you again in my entire life...damn..you don't even know how to talk to a girl...God..why the hell you even asked for my number Huh.. X-( :| ,' Afreen had texted me.

(To be Continued...)

Love & Lies 3

2012-02-02T01:27:00.002+05:30

Disclaimer - this is a work of ~~fiction.~~ Images have been taken from Google images.

Continued from Part 1 & Part 2

'Thats it Rahul....Its enough...this is too bad...,' She continued.

'Whaaatt did she say?,' I was perplexed.

'You should have told me that you are Didi's best friend.' She smiled.

I heaved a sigh of relief after hearing this from Afreen. I was worried for once.

'I asked Dii if she knew you...and she said that you were her best friend,' She continued.

'Aww ..Thats so sweet of her ..,' i typed her. I was of the impression that Ankita would not help me in befriending Afreen. This was not expected from her. My rational mind started thinking about the aftermath of Afreen's call with Ankita. Luckily nothing catastrophic happened.I was at the safe end.

'You know what Rahul..I always admired Ankita didi ...she used to teach me Geometry at School,' Afreen typed.

Ankita,during her school days helped mentoring her juniors.Afreen was one of her junior. She had told me many times.

"Oh God!! See I forgot....I have to prepare for my Anatomy Viva tommorow..I better leave now,' She was in a hurry.

'Even I have my Mechatronics paper tommorow..,'I was skeptical if even I would pass.I never wanted to get a backlog in any of the final Sem papers. It would be delay my admission in FMS.

"Bye, :) ,' She smiled and logged out of Facebook Chat.

It all happened in quick succession that I kept wondering if it really happened. For once ,I was waiting to meet Afreen and I could not believe that I actually interacted with her. I was delighted and my joy grew no bound. Later that night I had to toil hard on the Mechatronics problems and theories.

' I hope you are happy now..called you to let you know that Afreen had called me to ask about you ..I told that you are my best friend :),' Ankita had texted me.

'I can't tell you that you made me happy today..love you for this dear..Wish me luck for my last paper tomorrow..gn sd tc ,' I texted her.

'Good Night dear..I know you will do well,' She replied to my text.

It was an eventful day.Many unexpected things happened with me. Afreen accepted my friend request on Facebook.com.I could not believe my eyes when I saw the Facebook notification mail.

The next morning I had to wake up at 5 am because of my exam. I was 70% prepared for my paper.I was quite sure that I would atleast try to pass the exam. My priority was to attempt as many questions as possible.

I knew that my confidence level was low because of my preparation and I was probably forgetting the formula's as i saw it for the first time. I reached the exam Center at 10.30 am as our paper was scheduled to start at 11 am. The clock struck 11 and the invigilator handed us the question paper and the answer sheet. I could see only few familiar topics and the rest of the questions were out of syllabus. I anyhow managed to attempt 70 marks.I had some faith in me.

'Dude..what was the answer for that Robot Elevation Angle problem?,' Ramalingam , my class mate asked me.I always hate discussing question paper after exams. Once I attempted 90 marks in Discrete Structure and after paper discussions I lost the faith in me.I just passed with 42 marks.

'19.6 deg right?,' I told him.

'Ayyo Kaduvulle...its 21 deg...Why everyone telling different answers ?,' He was visibly frustrated.

'Chill Rama..yours must be right..its just 15 marks man..,' I patted on his back.

'Ayyo 15 marks Anna..It is big..Very high daa...From how I will know what is right answer..Ayyo Kaduvulle!!,' Ramalingam seemed confused and ran towards others in pursuit of the correct answer.

I laughed and left for my home. My phone buzzed with Ankita's Text message.

'How was it? Easy naa :) ,'

'Yes dear..very easy,'I lied to her.

I had my lunch at the Sardar Restaurant.I reached my home after 30 min. Both my roommates were working in Top IT Companies.So they used to come home late. The disadvantage of staying with working guys is that you seldom get time to interact with them. One of my roommate would be busy engrossed in his office work and the other one would watch Porn movies from his Office Laptop. It seemed weird at times but I am used to it.

I logged into Facebook.com after taking a power nap.My eyes were scanning for Afreen.At the same time a notification popped up on my Facebook account.

'Hello Seniore,.. How are you?,' Afreen had posted on my wall.

I was just typing in reply to her wall post and at the same time I got her ping on Facebook Chat.

'Hi Rahul..Whatsup,' She wrote.

'Hey! I am good...You tell...,' I greeted her.

'Umm..I am good yar..had a terrible viva.. Haha..,' She continued.

'So are you happy for it or what....' I replied.

'No..I wasn't prepared na..achha tell me something about you na?,' She typed.

'Well to be honest I study in an Engineering College.Actually gave the last Engineering exam of my life today,' I wrote.

'Wow..how was it? and apart from it what do you do?,' She was curious to know more about me.

'It was OK . Well apart from this I sell Mangoes outside Dadar Railway Station. :P :P ,' I joked.

'Oh wow Really..then I might get mangoes from you at a discounted price naa :P ,' She typed.

'Oh why Sweetheart...why discount..I can give you free mangoes :P,' I replied her.

'Sweetheart??I am not your sweetheart..got it?,' She typed.

'Then whose sweetheart are you,' I smiled as I typed.

'No ones!,' She replied.

'What do you do apart from Studying?,' I curiosly asked her.

'Well I sell Flowers outside Dadar Railway Station.Ever seen me there,' She said.

'No ..I haven't.May be we should we become partners,' I suggested.

'Partners as in...,'

'Like..you buy 1 kg Mangoes and you get 1 flower free,' I laughed.

'Very Funny...,' She said.

'Achha Listen..I have to do the packing..I have to leave for Delhi tommorow,' I typed.

'Happy Journey Rahul jii,' She said.

'Thanks Afreen!! Hey give me your number na?,' I typed. I was not aware of what I was typing.But I wished if she gave me her number.

'What..are you mad or what... How can you expect me to give me your number on our 2nd chat huh..,' She was getting furious.

'Arey i seriously want to stay in touch with you and I am afraid i might not come online much when I return back to Delhi..Please number give naa....,' I requested her.

'This is very funny Rahul...I am not giving it ok...,' She typed for once. There was complete silence for 15 minutes. My room mate Rishi had called me to collect the Pizza as he had to go out with his girlfriend Krunali. I had gone downstairs to collect the Pizza which he had brought for me . Meanwhile my laptop had was unattended.

I returned back home after 20 minutes. I could see lots of messages from Afreen.

'Hello ..Knock Knock...'

'Hey..I am sorry yar..you upset kya..'

'hey you are sad kya..don't worry but still i wont give you my number..Haha..:P .'

'Rahul..hello..hello..knock knock..,'

'Ok fine then I am going offline then,'

'Hey don't go offline..I am back..tell me,'I typed hastily.

'Well I have decided something..but you really have to make me a promise...,' She typed.

'Yes I will...,' I wrote.

'I hate people who make and break promises..but you really have to make sure you won't break the promise,' She wrote.

'Arey..first tell me what promise..what ..,' I was wondering what could be the promise.

(to be conitnued..)

Love & Lies 2

2012-02-01T01:16:00.001+05:30

Disclaimer - All characters are ~~fictitious~~. :P
Continued from Part1

I was hoping against hopes.Out of every 100 friend request which I send to random girls, only 1 accepts my friend request. I appreciate that girls these days do not add random strangers.But they should also know that life is sometimes so weird and strange that even strangers turn out to be your best friend.I was skeptical whether Afreen would accept my friendship.Days passed like anything and I didn't had any positive response.Everyday I would anticipate a notification mail from Facebook.com regarding Afreen but every time disappointment awaited me. I realized that it was my last few days in Mumbai.I just had to give one final exam and then I was all set to leave Mumbai for once and for all. It was my Mechatronics paper and I was not prepared for it.My Gmail mailbox would remain open during the evening hours.I was trying to read the Mechanic chapter but I could no concentrate on it. Ankita's chat window popped on the screen.

SexyAnkita90- Hey Meher!! Kya haal hai BHAI :p :p

Raul4you-Hi! Whats this bhai bhai and all?.I hate this Ankita!.

SexyAnkita90-Achha, I am sorry for it..Apologies from your best friend.

Raul4you- Thats fine.Between I want to tell you that I am leaving for Delhi next week.I had cleared FMS and I have got a seat there.

SexyAnkita90 - :( :'(

Raul4you - What!! Are you sad for me or what? People here struggle to get secure MBA seat in FMS and I have got it through merit.Common Ankita!!

SexyAnkita90- I will miss you Rahul. :( Will you leave me.

Raul4you - Aww! common there is still one more week na. Cheer up.

At the same time ,my phone buzzed.It was Ankita Sharma,my best friend.

'Rahul, why..,' She was sobbing.

'Ankita..common don't cry..you just don't have to cry..you know how hard I have been trying to get seat in FMS and its time to script glory.why don't you understand?,' I said.

"I am always here for you naa...I promise you that I will call you once everyday. Is it fine Sweetheart?,' I assured her.

I still remember the promise which I made to Sharma Aunty when they had to relocate to Delhi 6 years ago because of Sharma Uncle's Central Government Job.

'Beta..we both are leaving Ankita in this unknown city only because you are here to take care of our daughter.We both trust you and I am sure that you would be a good guardian to Ankita.We always knew how much you cared for her..Please do take good care of her,' Sharma Aunty's words would still flash on my ears.

'Pakka naa...Promise no,' Ankita said with her voice breaking.

'Aww..don't cry baby...Will meet you before going..' I adjusted my phone properly.

'So you are going to miss me right...so I mean a lot to you , right?,' I curiously asked her.

'Yes..you have any doubts?,' She asked me.

'No..so why don't you introduce Afreen to me ...,' I laughed.

'Forget !! I am not going to do that...Meher Sahab..she is my junior ..She entered Class 7 when we were in Class 9,' She said me.

'Ahh so she is 2 years younger to you...and 3 years younger to me...not bad,' I said. My Mathematical reasoning was very good. Infact , I loved Logics.

'Afreen Shaikh has accepted your friend request. Write on Afreen's Wall,' I witnessed a pop up message.

'Hey Ankita..talk to you later dear,' I cut the phone abruptly.

I soon logged into Facebook.com and checked her profile. 'Yuppie!!My luck worked,' I shouted with joy.

I soon browsed through her pictures and thoroughly investigated her profile.

'You have no reason to know who I am. Its just to stay in touch with friends and family that I come here. I am not an Online person. So Think Twice before you ad me.Stalkers Beware!,' Read her About me Section. It was a bit scary and for a moment my impressions changed. She looked so simple and innocent but her about me suggested me that she was aggressive too. I checked for her name on the Chat Section,but sadly I could not locate her.

'Do I know you ? Who are you? How did you get my profile?,' She had messaged me on Facebook.com.

She had bombarded me with a series of questions which was difficult for me to answer at that time.

'So many questions to answer...why don't you come on chat Miss Pretty?,' I replied her.

After 5 minutes ,a chat message popped on my browser window.

'Yes Tell me...' She pinged me.

'Tell you what...,' I replied.

'Why did you add me? Do you really know me?,' She interrogated.

'Yes..No...Yes..,' I was confused for a while.

'Yes or No.. .' She was still typing.

'My Keyboard seems to be suffering from Constipation,' I said.

'Stupid :P :P,' She typed me the tongue smiley. Now this made me change my mind.I have observed many people using such emoticons during chat to express something funny. I learnt that she was a jovial girl.

'I was your senior at St.Lawrence...,' I said.

'Oh So you must have been from Ankita Didi's class na.. :) ,'

'Oh yeah Ankita ...the same girl..she studied with me...,' I laughed like anything.

'Its good to meet you Rahul..by the way I am Afreen Shaikh and I am currently doing my 1st year Medicine at KEM, :) ,' She said.

She seemed to be a sweet girl. ' I have a big doubt ...please resolve my doubt..,' I asked her.

'Sure..ask me,' She wrote.

'Which photo editor do you use for the profile pictures in facebook? :P :P ,' I was being witty.

':| .. Hello ..Look I don't use any software's and all ..I even don't know how to..Its hardly once in a blue moon that I come online to check updates...,' She was typing.

'I don't have to do all that..Its not allowed in my family...My Abba and Ammi hates all this...They don't even know that I used Facebook and all,' She wrote.

'Its fine...,'I said.

We remained silent for a while. After 3 minutes ,Ankita's phone call broke the silence.I cut her phone.I was not ready for another episode of emotional melodrama.So I had to cut her phone call.

Meanwhile, Afreen was typing something.

'Thats it...' She typed.

'Whaaaat....,' I was worried.

'I called Ankita Didi to ask her if you were really from her batch...,' She wrote.

This triggered a shock wave across my spine.I was never expecting this that early .May be this was the reason why Ankita had called me.I soon realized that this friendship was of short span and I assumed that she was going to throw me out her friends list very soon. 'What did she say?,' I curiously asked her.

'Thats it Rahul....Its enough...this is too bad...,' She continued.

(To be continued....)

Love & Lies 1

2012-01-30T22:43:00.002+05:30

Disclaimer - All characters are ~~fictitious .~~ All images have been taken from Google Images.

'Please, Please Anki...Please..Please,' I pleaded.

'No means no...Stop nagging me Rahul,' Ankita said with a straight face.Ankita Sharma was my childhood friend.She was the one who recognized the hidden talent in me in form of Singing.For me, she is my best friend.

'Please..Please introduce that girl to me naa,' I started again.

'Oh God! which girl stupid?,' She was agitated and irritated by my gestures.

'Afreen..' I replied.

'Afreen Shaikh..the one in your Facebook friends list..,' I continued.

'Mr. Rahul Meher ..not again..please forgot that..I am not going to help you with this,' She refused for once and went back to paper correction.She worked as a Secondary school teacher in Kendriya Vidyalay .I was doing my final year Engineering from KJ Somaiya Institute of Technology.

'Please stop stalking her for God sake..this ain't good bro..,' She said with a straight face.

'Stop calling me Bro..my parents never told me that I had one more sister..,' I grinned.

I lived in Mumbai since my Junior college days and for me the 'city of dreams' has been an integral part of my life.I have had all the special memorable moments of my life in this city with my best buddies. My parents along with my little sister Priyanka lived in Delhi.The one person whom I missed badly has to be Pri. Pri,my little angel is one of the most precious asset.I have always been a responsible and a caring brother to this pretty girl called Priyanka Meher.She is the princess of our house and everyone in my family adores her.

'Haha...now I am seriously going to call you Bhaiyya... and I am not going to help you in this,' She said for once.

'Oh! you are such a sinister and you call yourself my best friend huh..,' I banged the door and left.

Ankita is amongst few of those persons in my life whom I admire. Ankita who was born to a Scientist dad and an Engineer Mother decided to take Education as a part of her career.I always used to tell her that she could be some Astronaut or some famous scientist.But she would simple ignore all my suggestions just because she wanted to live her life the way she wants. She loved little kids and she had been associated with an NGO called 'Make a Difference' which aims at educating poor and needy kids. She would be teaching kids and help them in solving Algebra,Geometry and Science as she was good in those subjects.

Ten minutes later I'd received a phone call from Ankita.

'Hello, I don't want to talk to you,' I said to her.

'Hey ,Hey boy!! I want to tell you that she is actually a reserved girl yaar..Please understand Rahul,' She said.

'So..' I replied.

'So..she won't add you or she won't be interested in knowing you. I do not want to see you get hurt..you are my best buddy..and you know how much you mean to me ..,' She was getting emotional.

'Oh..sorry ..I understand Anki..don't worry I won't let you down..but I seriously want to be friends with her..,' I said .

'Oh OK ..as your wish..I am not going to help you..Good luck..,' She said and cut the phone. I sometimes fail to understand girls. All my attempts to understand them have been futile.

I soon left back for my room at Andheri . Ankita lived at Borivali. I boarded the Churgate slow local.I traveled all the way from Andheri to VidyaVihar for my college.

'Forget her Rahul..She would be lucky if she gets you which I am skeptical,' I received a text message from Ankita after an hour where she was being pessimistic.

'Huh! you know what when you remove a dogs tail from a bottle after 12 years...even after 12 years it would never get straight...I hope you get it ;)' I texted her back.

'And you are that dog Mr.Meher...bow bow :P :P and your tail can never get straight Haha Rahul :P :P ' She texted back after 5 minutes.

' X-( I hate you ..stupid,' I sms'ed her and by then my phone battery was almost empty.

I switched on my Dell Inspiron and logged into 'Facebook.com' . I checked for the 119 notifications and 13 unread mails. I unfortunately happened to like a girls profile picture and later on I regret liking her picture for those notifications which flooded my account.

'Shishir Mahajan commented on Nishika Arora's Photo,' one of the notification read.

'What the Fuck!! How is it going to matter me ...I don't even know this Shishir guy, ' I said to myself.

I opened Ankita's Facebook profile and quickly searched for Afreen Shaikh.

I sometimes fail to understand why girls enable privacy setting for their profile.I investigated her profile and found that we had 3 common friends.The other 2 girls were Ankita's room mates whom I befriended.

She was looking good.She was simple and for a moment I thought that she was an innocent girl.She was wearing an Indian attire.I soon clicked on the 'Add as a friend' button.

'Hey there..I think we have met before..were you from St.Lawrence High School,' I added her as a friend by writing this note. I thought that Afreen could be Ankita's school friend and I knew that Ankita completed her secondary education from 'St.Lawrence High School'. How shameful could one get when it came to meeting girls in Facebook especially the ones with pretty profile pictures. I was 98% sure that Afreen would not add me back as a friend but I also believed that luck factor has always played an important role in my life.So I thought that the 2% would favor my luck.But to be honest I was hoping against hopes.

5 Glorious years for The Solitary Writer

2012-01-27T18:05:00.000+05:30

Time flies. This blog was born out of an experiment.May be a careless 2nd year Engineering students tryst with writing gave birth to TSW. Initial days were quite non productive in the blog perspective.The first post came in December.During those times, days were hectic.Submission pressure and marks were few factors which would bother me much. For once I started writing and it was never looking back. never knew I would reach this milestone one day. I hardly have over 300 posts and this itself is a big milestone. I don't know how to thank my readers. Thanks a lot readers,followers,fans and friends for being kind and generous enough to mark your presence here. This has always invoked a smile in my face. I would love to tell you that may be these days I am not regular in blogging but definitely I would miss you all.

This place has been full of fiction tales,non fictions,random ramblings,poetries and art works. I thank each and everyone for those valuable comments which provide me inputs about improvements and appreciations.I am planning to post few of my incomplete tales.I have enjoyed being in this space.I cannot cease to thank you guys. Some people mark their presence wherever they tread and you are those.Thank you guys

On 1/27/2007 ,I started this blog and today its 1/27/2012 and its been a never ending journey. Thanks for enlightening this place with your presence.Yuppie! Its finally 5 glorious years for the Solitary Writer

- Love

The Solitary Writer.

The Party Cycle

2012-01-15T12:22:00.000+05:30

Party Cycle!!

Its quite annoying at times when people especially friends pester you numerous times to throw a party.Earlier days we would celebrate different occasions with friends and family by partying with them. Party culture in today's generation different things . A friend called me the other day and asked me if we could party together and I asked him the reason and I was speechless.He was bored and wanted to party with me.That was quite lame but sometimes we can't really help.

Party Cycle

1.When you were born,everyone asked your dad for a party.

2.When you gradually started walking and talking ,there was scope for another party.

3.One more party when you started writing.

4.Another party when you started going to school.

5.A genuine party when you started scoring good marks. All these days your parents were under the axe and it was their sole responsibility.

6.When you entered college,cousins and school friends irk you

7.Again exams,entrance exams,degree college days etc and series of party.

8.Now after you pass university exams, a big party.

9.Sometimes when you flunk unfortunately, its time to share some sorrow.So that would be a booze party.(trust me i was involved in one such party :D )

10.All these while we forgot to mention the birthday party.

11.When you get into job,another party awaits.

12.When you get married ,one more party.

13. When you become a daddy/mommy ...you have to throw a big party .

14. Repeat Points 1 until 13.

Suresh - Bhai, that girl spoke to me!
Ramesh - Oh which chick man?
Suresh - that beautiful girl from Class D
Ramesh - Natasha?
Suresh - I proposed her...
Ramesh - then ..
Suresh - She accepted and now she is my girlfriend.
Ramesh - Oh then you need to throw me a party .

And there may be several other special occasions where we need to celebrate .But sometimes I feel that it is good to party and enjoy life but sometimes too much of partying is bad.So be responsible and good to others.Enjoy life and do well in life!. See ya!

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One Night Stand on a New Year Night - 4 (1/1/2012)

2012-01-07T23:44:00.001+05:30

One Night Stand Post actually marks my blogging activities every year.My blogging year starts with the ONS posts.

Read the previous parts,

1/1/2009 - ONS - The Man & the Innocent girl

1/1/2010 - ONS - The Man & the fiery girl

1/1/2011 - ONS - The Man & the random girl

and now I present you 1/1/2012 - ONS - The Man & his changed girl

Monday ->Piyali.

Tuesday->Misbah

Wednesday->Parizad

Thursday ->Marissa
Friday->Isabelle
Saturday->Deepali
Sunday->Tanpreet

Caste no bar.Even he didn't care for any religion or community.He changed girls like clothes.He slept with different girls every night.Girls easily fell prey to him.He was not less than a big flirt.He never followed the concept of marriage.He refused to accept and respect Indian culture and traditions.He never cared for any one .But there was some one who loved him.She was a pretty looking Indian girl.She only knew the good side of him. He was a rude and ill mannered person.

"Where are we going?" the girl asked him.
"To heaven," he said.

"Am gonna take you to a special place tonight," he added.

"Oh is it dear!," she said

It was a brand new year and he took her to a hotel far away from the main city.She left her parents just for him.She was about to elope with him.

He held her close to his body.He caressed her hairs and started kissing her nape voraciously.It was a dark night and the place seemed to be deserted as most of the people were busy enjoying the New Year.He grabbed her firmly and made love with her.

The morning sun shone brightly and brilliantly through the bedroom window. He got up and smiled at her.

'Thanks for the night babe,' He said.

She smiled back at him.

'So did you like it?,' He curiously asked her.

'Yes, I loved it,' She blushed.

'It was my first sex after my gender sex change operation and I can't tell you how much I enjoyed it,' She smiled.

He was bewildered and could not accept the fact that he actually slept with a shemale.

The Mischief Monger

2011-12-27T12:18:00.002+05:30

I am not going to display my heroics through this post. The Title once used to be my Twitter handle.I am going to narrate a fiery event through this story.

I still remember those early junior college days where we used to prepare hard for our IIT JEE.The trainings and test would be rigorous and trainers would set pretty difficult question papers for us.My focus for that entire year was IIT.Gradually days passed and exams were nearing.I was staying away from my family as I was studying in Pune. My family lived in Mumbai and I would get a chance to meet my folks during weekends. The entire event in this story happened during one fine Saturday. Sunday was my exam.After 14 hours of rigorous study,I had finally decided to take a break. I learnt that my neighbour Chetan from my Class in the neighbouring Dorm had slept. I was studying continuously for 14 hours and he was sleeping continously for the same duration.

'Wheeeeee.....Krrrrrruuuuuu......Kreeeee....,' One could hear a long whistle of snore resonating at its highest frequency.I knocked the door as I wanted him to focus on our preparation.

'Chetan,...abey motte...Uthooo yaar,' I knocked his door. Finally ,I realized that the door was opened. He lay sprawled out on the bed.He was just wearing a polka dotted boxer.His belly resembled the peak of mount Everest.His synchronized movement of his belly and lips amazed me.He was snoring away to glory.

I screamed at him at the top of my voice to wake him up.He seemed to me like 'Kumbhakaran' who never planned to wake up.I made a last attempt at waking him up,but he remained firm like a rock.I finally surrendered after many failed attempts to wake him up and returned back to my room.

Continuously studying for 14 hours had taken a toll on my body.The one fact about my room was that there was a banyan tree located near my window which had no grills.This served as an entry for unwanted guests in form of sparrows,monkeys,crows etc. It was 4 pm and no power at our locality.Hence I had to open the window.There was an unexpected fresh but cool brisk wind which blew through my window.I dozed off as I was too tired after studying.

A Monkey surfaced on my window and saw a plate of fresh bananas.He was a young and probably got lost from his troops.He was hungry and the fresh sight of bananas attracted him and he jumped in my room. He gorged on the bananas and saw me sleeping on the bed.I was wearing my 'Being Human' T-Shirt and a boxer.The Boxer had printed pictures of fruits such as Banana,Watermelons,Mangoes and grapes.The monkey was probably more hungry and was hunting for more food. He saw my boxers and he could not resist at the sight of the watermelons.He jumped over me and dug his teeth deep into the watermelon. Luckily it was at the back of my boxer.

I screeched at the top of my voice.I sprang out of the bed and saw the monkey eating the rags of my boxer.I helplessly looked at him.

'Shh...get lost ...monkey ...go away..shooo shooo,' I tried to shoo away the monkey but it did not budge.We both looked at each other for around 10 minutes.I wanted him to go but he was staring at bananas printed on my boxer.I wore my jeans as soon as I learned that the monkey was eying on the banana printed on my boxer.My butt pained.I could not walk properly. The monkey soon escaped from my room.I heaved a sigh of relief as I saw the monkey leave. I got back to sleep.After around 1 hour,I woke up and left for Chetans room.

'Whee....Krruuuuu...Kreee...' He was snoring like anything. I somehow managed to wake him up.

'Hello...good morning brooo....,' He rubbed his eyes.
'Good Morning...Idiot,its 5.15 pm..,' I said to him.

'Oh my god...I am not going to clear IIT man...'He was being pessimistic.
'Where is your exam center?,' he asked me.
'No Idea dude...must be Aundh...Let me check,' I said and rushed for my room. I had placed my admit card on the table which had the banana.I got tensed and panicked as I learnt that I had misplaced my Admit Card.

I searched my entire room but I could not locate my Admit Card. I thought for a while and came to a conclusion that the monkey had flown away with my Admit card.

I ran out of my apartment and searched for the monkey everywhere.I asked almost everyone for the witty primate.Afte 30 minutes, I almost gave up.But I had no options. A tear rolled on my cheeks as IIT was a dream for me.I was trying hard to clear the IIT JEE and had prepared for it since class 10.

I was sobbing and weeping.Everyone from my colony were looking at me. I controlled myself and wiped my tears. I was ready to tackle the monkey.

'Kheee...Kheeee,' I heard a sharp sound from top of a tree. I was delighted to see the same monkey seated at the branch of the mango tree. It had my admit card. I threw a stone at it and in reply it threw a mango at me.I rushed to the near by shop and got 3 bananas for the monkey.I threw the banana at it. It caught the banana just like how Jhonty Rhodes did it in the cricket field. I threw all the bananas at the monkey but each time the catch got better. I helplessly looked at the monkey.

An idea struck on my mind. I luckily had another Fruits printed boxer with me.I called Chetan and asked him to get the boxers for me. It looked like the monkey enjoyed eating the boxers. Chetan came after 10 min with a similar boxer. I waved the boxer at the monkey. I directed it to throw the admit card down by showing different actions. It understood my gestures and it directed me to throw the boxer up. Its rightly said that Man and Monkeys are ancestral cousins. We both understood each other and the monkey threw the admit card below and I threw the boxer up. The monkey had made a paper ball out of my admit card.I caught it and put it on my pocket.The boxer could not attain the desired height and as a result it came down after reaching a certain altitude.Chetan and me ran away after we got our stuffs.The monkey glared at us and was highly disappointed.

Later on I narrated the entire story to Chetan and there was a laughter riot.We both headed for our room and resumed back to studies.

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Few Important Pointers for Life!

2011-12-24T12:06:00.004+05:30

There are many times I come across people who regret for their actions. Controlling your tongue is an important thing and what you speaks makes you.You are recognized by the things you speak.There may be times when things may go wrong or may be your day wasn't just perfect. Its obvious that would be the worst time of your life and you would be down and low. Instead of cheering yourself you would prefer to be alone.You won't wish to mingle with people around you. You would instantly burst upon someone who irks you or pesters you with some work.This shouldn't be the case.It takes great time to win someones heart and to make your presence noticed. It indeed takes few minutes to get your name spoiled and it takes time to reconstruct the old good name .Damage control isn't necessary always.So I have always been advising people to think before your speak something. Ponder over what went wrong and how to make it right.Take out the necessary correcting measures.

I admit that its really difficult to control yourself during our bad times.But that is not the theme of life.If every time you get vexed over someone then I am sure your circle of trust and friendship would be reducing.At one time you will realize that the diameter of that circle will suddenly diminish into a point and you would be left all alone.Each indecision brings something unpleasant.You might have a big quarrel with your loved ones.They may be your parents,sibling or your best friend. You might just not know how much difficult the situation may get.By doing this , you are just going to lose another person in your life. It takes time to build a relation.Building relationship is the most difficult situation. I bet how many of you here really felt difficult to confess their love for some stranger. It may be the person who mesmerized you with their personality. You really find it difficult to open a conversation with them. Relations are like strings.Its delicate at the beginning.As soon as the bond gets stronger, the string turns strong.It is easily broken during the worst times.Everything seems shattered. Here are few pointers which can be useful for you.

1.Exercising Control over the tongue.
Tongue may appear like a muscular mass of tissues,but it has got the power to destroy things and turn things bliss.These are two opposite things I would say.
Here is one example of a conversation which I found interesting.It is an chat excerpt from an Indian authors book.

Boy - You never called me the other day..
Girl - I was busy.
Boy - I realized you were out with the other guy....I ever tried calling you several times.
Girl - I have already told you I was busy with some work.
Boy - You fucking bitch.I know what you were doing with him.
The girl breaks into tears and goes away.

Friends, I would like to advise that Human emotions can do wonders at time and at sometimes they can just play more than a spoilsport.When you start loving someone,you think too much about the person. Everytime you think what she/he may be doing at that time. This peice may just look weird but I want to write something which is actually the truth. Do not play with anyone.Control over tongue is necessary.For an ill tempered person ,one minute is enough to create a storm.But I would love to say that after that one minute of havoc ,it is not possible to create a positive impact. Apology will not help as already the damage is done. There is no lull after storm in this case.Hence exercising control over the tongue is very important.

2.Thinking twice before speaking.
This point is very much essential when you are planning for a long term relationship.Relationship is all about being together,understanding each other.Its the case were like minded people with common thought process bond together.They may be lovers,couples or any kind of relation for that matter.If this point is violated then everything would be a mess.This point coupled with our first point can naturally is a good factor which helps in maintaining things.Compromising things in life and nature to forget and forgive will always help people in relationship.Tongue rules us.So I advice you guys to think twice before speaking.

3.Never get into a Verbal argument.
The point is self explanatory.Somethings can be mutually sort out by mere discussions instead of quarrels and unpleasant arguments.This will create a negative impact and an impression which can break bongs.

4.Silence.
During our worst times,I would prefer being silent for a while.Isolate yourself for sometime. Think what went wrong.Think for the scope of improvement.During this phase, you can easily make out the reasons which made you behave like that. This stage will give you an inner strength and help you in gaining the lost confidence.

5.Apology
Sorry is the only word which plays a rescue ranger during troubles.Never think twice,just shoot the word.It will automatically invoke a good feeling for you.But naturally ,not all time sorry can come to your rescue.It is not a passport to all the mistakes you do.

Friends, life is really short and I guess we should be cherishing the life which god has gifted us.Avoid sour moments with your loved ones.This is not good for you.This is a random post which I have scribbled.I hope you get something out of it.

I wish you all a Merry Christmas and a very Prosperous New year

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Boss and his Secret Muse!!

2011-12-16T01:02:00.000+05:30

Disclaimer- This is a work of fiction and all characters in this post are fictitioius.

The other night I had a terrible fight with a cantankerous person who was the sole owner of my work life. Sometimes I felt I was married to him at work.'Reddy' is what all call him. He was my boss. I worked in a so called Marketing company. Everyone knows that marketing people are highly creative. They get paid for their creativity and everyday they are expected to come with something new. I could rather say that I worked like a puppy and was paid like a slug by Mr.Reddy. I always used to get vexed by his gestures which would often irk me.I was chasing my dream, but after working with a green faced monster like Reddy for 5 years, I realized that I was at a wrong place.

During my tenure at Reddy Marketing, I was not lauded by my boss not even a single time nor I was provided a good hike.It was always disappointing to work more and recieve less.I wanted to find his weakness.I tried to take the shortcut to success. I researched and found out Reddy's secret muse. She was Mr.Reddy's girlfriend.I was mesmerized when I saw her for the first time at our office.Her eyes full and dark,sparkled and was scintillating with the blue lens that she wore.The mascara clad eyes beneath her coal black brow had taken me aback. To be honest I had never seen an attractive girl like her before in my life.I have seen girls like her on Fashion TV.I always wanted to make a girlfriend like her but sadly I never had any girlfriend.She was taciturn when it came to talking to random strangers. I knew she had a thing for my boss who was a big victim of mid life crisis.I sometimes failed to understand what did Reddy do to befriend the beauty.They mostly resembled the beauty and the beast.Its not amazing to know that Reddy had a beautiful wife and a wonderful 7 yr old kid. Weekends in Hyderabad are quite boring especially when you don't have a girlfriend. The only thing which you could do is to check out the lavish malls.Its now or never. I planned to weave an imaginary story out of Reddy and his secret muse.

It was a fine Saturday evening and as usual I was visitor to one of the mall in hyderabad. I saw a man from behind who got into a verbal fight with the Salesman.The guys temper seemed to have flared like a sky rocket.I observed the girl who was accompanying him. I was surprised to see my boss and his secret muse at that place. I went near them and greeted them. The girl seemed to have been impressed by me. She smiled at me which got my boss furious.He tried to shoo me out but I stood firm.
I looked aside and saw a fat lady with a cute girl heading towards us. 'Omg Sharmila,' My boss hid behind his girlfriend.

An idea flashed on my criminal mind.I looked at the fat lady and grinned at my boss.My boss asked me to help him.I realized that this was the best opportunity to get the most out of him.I asked him to promise me a heavy increment,an onsite opportunity and good bonus.At first he hesitated,but later on succumbed to pressure and accepted my demands.I suggested both of them to go the KFC outlet.We took the corner table and heaved a sigh of relief.My boss's girlfriend was devoid of things happening around her nor she was interested in knowing everything. We spoke for a while. My boss's eyes scanned entire KFC and he couldn't find.A cute little girl came next to my boss and started screaming. 'Daddy..Appa...how come you here...' .

This attracted Mrs.Reddy and within the next 2 minutes both of them were seated next to us. Now we all were looking at each others face. My boss's face turned pale.There was complete silence for a moment.My boss helplessly looked at me. He urged me to do something and I could read his eyes.We saw a couple sitting at the nearby table.They both were quarreling. From their discussion I learned that there was something to do with infidelity. The guy had probably broken the trust of his wife by dating another woman just like my boss.I could not stop giggling after relating the situations.There was a sudden whim to go to their table and sort out the problem. I soon left for their table.

'You know what Didi...life is all about trusting and realizing the worth of your partner.He may not be sincere or loyal to you...but somewhere through his eyes I can read his mind that he still loves you and his love for you is true.There are bad times in life and sometimes we tend to do something beyond our reach like Jiju did.I am not an oracle,advice maven or a wise man to preach philosophy.But I dont want to see you and Jiju going separate.You two look like a great couple and I know that during the journey of life he will be the best companion... Today I tell you that he would be the best rudder for your boat.I just wanted to tell you that you are an awesome couple and look great together...God bless you', I said to my self proclaimed Jeeja and Didi and left for my table. The Lady..my self proclaimed sister almost broke into tears. They kissed each other and happily left for their home.

'Quite Impressive young man,'Mrs.Reddy smiled.
'Ahh..thats just the sweeter side of me..Sharmila maam,' I retored.

The environment became lively once again.
'Men shouldn't cheat on their wife and children..its the worst thing to do,' She added.
'But you might not know ..sometimes such men are present near us...and we sadly fail to recognize them..' I laughed.

I wondered if I had a camera to capture my Boss's reaction. He pleaded guilty. I could see his eyes turning moist. I wanted to torture him but sadly I couldn't.

'It just happens..a good wife would please her husband and won't let him to cool his heels at any other womans house..' I added.

'You are right young man...' Mrs. Reddy smiled.The little girl was gorging on the chicken legs which was a part of the KFC bucket.
'There is no point in disowning them after knowing they broke your trust...'I smiled.

'Who is she by the way? Doesn't she speaks? ,' Mrs.Sharmila Reddy pointed at the beautiful girl who was my boss's girlfriend.
There was complete silence for a while. Mr.Reddy shrugged his shoulders at first.He thought for a while and then broke the silence by saying that she was my girlfriend.

I was flummoxed for a while. There was a 'Beta ..Mann mei laddu foota 'reaction on my face.
'Oh yeah!' I grinned and I looked at my boss's muse.

She smiled at me.She came close to me.Our lips locked.We kissed. There was another 'Beta,..mann mei laddoo foota' moment. I always knew she had a crush on me.But I never had the courage to propose my boss's girlfriend althought she liked me. I realized it when she smiled at me without any reason. My Boss and his Wife were looking at us.The little girl hid her face when she saw both of us voraciously kissing each other as if there was no tommorow.

'I love you baby...' She told me.This was the third 'Beta mann mei laddoo foota' moment in my life.
'I love you too...I wanted to tell you this since long,' I smiled.

My boss's mouth was wide open as he was surprised to see his own girlfriend betraying him.He exhibited a sharp glare at me.
'You two are so adorable,' Mrs.Reddy said.

'I assure you that Reddy will give you a good increment and a better bonus for you,' She asserted. There was the fourth 'Beta mann mei laddoo foota' moment during the span of 30 min.

She soon left the place along with her daughter.We bid her bye. My boss was angered by our gesture. He was helpless and left place.Now I had every chance to blackmail my Boss.

So I laid the foundation of my love with my boss's secret muse at a KFC outlet in Hyderabad. I admit I am a loquacious person at times but I never thought my witty nature would get me lots of goodies in form of girlfriend,money and bonus.

Now ,I have my boss's secret muse as my own girlfriend,good appraisal,bonus,onsite trip and many more. What do you have ? :D :D

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The Moment

2011-12-10T13:37:00.001+05:30

'Man,She is dressed in wine red,' Ramesh Smiled.
'I saw her...Infact she was gorgeous today...is it her birthday ?,' Suresh asked him.

Its a natural phenomenon that when a guy meets a beautiful girl he rather wants to talk her. But this is the story of two friends Suresh and Ramesh.They both fell for the same girl.One liked her and the other loved her. She was Esha,the main hearthrob for all the guys in the Office.It seemed like she was the last beautiful girl who worked in InfoSystems India.

'No ..her birthday is on April 1,'
'Ahh,she must be a beautiful fool then..,' Suresh winked at him.

They both loved her but never had the guts to confess their love to her. But today they had decided to propose her.

'Flip the coin man,' Suresh said
'for what..' Ramesh was curious to know more.

'This is the day...lets see if its you or me...,' Suresh became serious.
'No need..I will go first,' Ramesh told.

He went close to her.
'I am a kind of person who has this unique tendency to make people laugh and I am sure I will make you smile everyday and we will cherish each moment of out life together. I am made for you. You are the most beautiful girl I've ever met on Earth..I LIKE you!' He handed her the red rose he got for her.

'Awaiting a positive response,' He smiled and left.

It was Suresh's turn.
'I am a kind of person who has this unique tendency to make people laugh and I am sure I will make you smile everyday and we will cherish each moment of out life together. I am made for you. You are the most beautiful girl I've ever met on Earth..I LOVE you!' He handed her the red rose he got for her.

'Awaiting a positive respone,' He smiled and ran away.

Esha was confused about the things happening around her. She called for both of them.

'You both are awesome guys.you both have been best friends.You are too good and obviously you both are talented,' She said.

'Yeah...we are,' The guys said in Unison.

'and its a decisive moment right now..now you guys tell me what do I do...' She added.

'One of you Loves me and the other Likes me...thats sweet but ...' Her face turned sad

'But..whaaaattt....' They both said .

'But ...' She took a deep breath.

'Mummaaaaaa.....I won the beauty contest,' A girl of around 18 came running towards to her.

'So you still Like me Ramesh!,' Esha said.

'So you still Love me Suresh!,' Esha said and her daughter started laughing.

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The Red Couch!

2011-12-03T10:54:00.001+05:30

Magpie 93 – Photo provided by Magpie Tales

I walk a lonely road,
Everyday too and fro,
I work whole day and night,
With less Sleep,food,
While I walk,i see
An imaginary red couch,
That wants me to sit on it
I look at it and walk away,
I see behind ,it invites me
I toil hard in front of Computer
Writing codes and making Sheets,
I sit on the chair,
My back aches,migraine,
Work pressure,Stress.
When I go back home,
I see the same red couch,
That wants me to sit on it,
I ignore and walk away.
This Cycle repeats and goes on,
Everyday I disappoint it,
But today I accepted it,
And sat on it with a smile,
Realized what life was like,
The first time in my life,
And it feels so great,
I look around the world,
I feel so amazed.
It teaches me to make time,
During the busy hours,
take some rest,breaks,
thats all what I desire,
Now everyday I look at it,
The Red Couch Smiles at me.

PS - I seldom write poems and I guess it was just another attempt at writing a poetry. Feedbacks are appreciated

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Andy -Mandy : Mandy & Fastrack bag

2011-11-26T00:04:00.001+05:30

Finally after several years of experience, Mandy had become the Vice President of his company and he was asked to present a session on Creativity & Innovation to senior managers of leading MNC's.Andy was Mandy's PA.This was exclusively for IT companies.

Mandy - So guys welcome to the club. So how does it feels being big guns.I mean senior managers.

All- It feels awesome (in unison).

Mandy- You all are here from different organizations and today I have been asked to talk on Creativity & Innovations.

All - Wow! you are the man!

Mandy - I know. I am going to find your organization with the help of your bagpacks.

Everyone looks at each others face.Andy laughs like anything and he is sure that Mandy would goof up.

Mandy cleverly notices the company logos and names written on each of their bags.

Mandy - Mr A (with Amdocs bag) ,you work for Amdocs right?

A - yes Sir.

Mandy - Mr. B (with Persistent bag ), you work from Persistent right?

B - oh Wow you are awesome.

Mandy - Mr. C (with AT&T bag ) , you work for AT&T right?

C - Mandy ,you are a genius man,...you are absolutely right

Mandy - Mr. D (with Fastrack bag ), you work for Fastrack right?

Andy is watching all the fun.

D - Are you nuts man,... If I have Fastrack bag..does it means i work for Fastrack. I work for Google man.

Every one starts laughing and Mandy watches at everyone with a straight face :D

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Turning 24!

2011-11-24T00:00:00.000+05:30

How does it feels when you grow up.Terrible.I would always love to be that 7 yr old kid of 1995 who always used to hold his mumma's hand wherever she went.Offcourse I was a pampered kid throughout my life.Sometimes it would give me a feeling as if I were born with a silver spoon .Throughout my childhood my life has been comfortable and I've lived like a king. Last few years have been a great learning experience for me.Staying away from home has taught me great lessons.

Training,Studying,Posting,Cribbling,Whining,Joking,Laughing,Smiling,Facebooking,Twittering and Flirting has been a constituent part of my last 2 years.By the time I turned 20,girls labelled me as the biggest 'Flirtu' ever.Thanks to the Sagitarian influence. By the time I turned 21, friends called me nerdy cause of my entrance exam preparations.By the time I turned 22, I became a serious working guy.By the time I turned 23, friends in Delhi tagged me as the Cribber,Crybaby and what not.Now that I have turned 24,I am back to my home.I am not the same Flirtu anymore.I am not the cribber nor I am the same workaholic who used to sit late night at office.

Today is my 24th birthday.Yey!!! This is the only day where my phone is busy and people flood it with numerous phone calls and texts .I'm all excited.Growing older doesn't makes you feel old. It makes you responsible.As you near mid 20's you should learn to handle things by your own and the dependency factor should not exist.You got to support your family and entertainment and fun will always come and go.Life has been fun throughout and I guess its big time to become serious.I have an unsatiable thirst for learning new things and probably I would be concentrating more on that front.I shall be hope for a big switch but that will take place only when the market situation has improved.Made and Met many new people last year and 2011 has been an awesome year till now.Returned home and I am here to stay.I'm not the same kid anymore.I am the MAN. ;)

Love to all my buddies out here.Asbah,Sandeep,Himanshu,Vinti,Dishita

Richa,Sarah Malik,Mahwish,Shreya Terra,Anukriti,Leo,Disha,PriyaJoyce and everyone out here.My thanks to my dearest bro Braj.He is the best guy I've seen since last 2 years.A sincere,honest guy who is a great friend of mine.I will always look forward for him in my life and may be knock his doors during bad times.He has got the power to provide you the best solace during the bad and the worse times.His sincerity and innocence is something which distinguishes him from the others.This is what impresses me and makes me think of my glorious past when I used to be like him. I admire him,honour him and respect him.He is like my sibling and I feel great to have met him. Sarah Malik is another dear friend of mine, infact younger friend who has been a great buddy.Mahwish aka Mishi is my bestest buddy here and share your problems with her and she will make you feel better.Thanks for all the love and your friendship.Please have a share of this wonderful cake.

Haunted by Love

2011-11-21T11:57:00.001+05:30

This is the photo prompt for Magpie Tales this week.

She haunts me in my dreams,
Every night, She knocks
my door,thinking I am
always there for her.

Her eyes mesmerizing,
Seductive lips and
alluring face,every night
She smiles at me.

Our lips lock,we
Swirl our body together.
Caressing her cheeks,I
kiss her nape.

No words to define,
her beauty what means.
Every night I close,
my eyes and dream.

She vanishes away,
Leaving me like a fish,
floundering on land, and
a bird with wings destroyed.

I want her now,
for I have been loving,
and loving life,
with and without her.

My eyes open,it hurts
the smile, disappears.
Oh Love! where are thee

Come back once again

Belly Dreams , to go Flat

2011-11-08T00:49:00.000+05:30

My last few weeks have been disastrous. October release deployment had taken a toll on my body and I could see drastic changes in my body structure. I repeat that this drastic change has been because of my affinity towards Mumbai and Pune food. Yeah! I'm back home.Yikes! this is not good for me. I'm afraid I might look like a teddy bear someday. So I'm shocked infact was shocked and still shocked when I utter my weight to someone. Jeez! I used to be so thin years ago.People,I'm 87 kg. For the past few weeks I've been gorging on all things which could Fly,Swim,Walk and Crawl. I'm not Satan for that matter. I'm really shocked to know that my weight is 174 lbs. My waistline has increased to 38 from 34.All this happened in just 2 months. So I bet I must have put over 10 kg's since last 5 weeks. I am not surprised that if I go by this rate then some day I might look like this bear.

A round of Applause for my mother for cooking delicious food items that attract my taste bud.Offcourse its her magic that casts a spell upon us. So the main culprit who is behind deforming my body structure is none other than my beloved mother.Delhi is an awesome city with some extreme harsh weather conditions. Winters are too cold and Summers are ruthless. Naturally it would be difficult for any person to get adapted to those harsh weather conditions. I did live there for over 2 years but trust me my fitness was not hampered. I was fit like anything. I never had 6 packs or 8 packs but this tummy irks me. So whom do I blame for this. I was thinking over this while I was taking bath. I was immersed in some weird thoughts and finally realized that I should take this workout plan seriously. I am afraid and scared that one day I could become a balloon.So to avert this threat I need to do something. As some say Prevention is better than Cure. So I am ready. So talking about Delhi and Pune food. Believe me that my stay in Delhi didn't amuse me much because of my unhealthy food habits. I lately starting eating lots of junk food.As a result of this I started gaining lots of kilos. Also my happiness grew no bounds when I came to know that I was finally going home. Alas! it was indeed sad leaving Delhi. Now that my Belly has grown bigger I would sincerely like to thank all those Pigeon,Chicken,Lamb,Fish,Crab and Rabbits without whom my belly would be looking more flatter.Its these creatures who actually attracted me and transformed me into a Bhakasura (Epic Guy from Mahabharata who ate like anything). I can also be called as Kumbhakarna for my sleeping habits. I should talk about my sleep cycle too. My sleeping habits attributes to my big belly.Initially when I was in Delhi my sleep cycle would be around 6 hours. An average human being should have a sound sleep of around 8 hours. Anything below 8 hours is not acceptable. So 6 was not good.Few Scientists performed some reasearch and found out that those sleeping less than 8 hours will become fat. Strange! I didn't become fat when I was sleeping less than 6 hours. But these days I seem to be enjoying a bonus sleep hours. I am like sleeping like Kumbhakarana and I sleep for over 10 hours. Now this is indeed very bad. A lazy person sleeps and eats and never does anything constructive. I do eat and do constructive things and I am highly productive too but I sleep a lot.One should remember that girls like men with packed abs and not bags.There can be some exceptions too .Check this picture .Don't look at her .

There should be a balance between everything you do. My office is even less than 3 km from my home.It hardly takes 4 min by walk to reach office. I'm so lazy that I get up 15 min before my work hour,brush my teeth,wear my clothes and rush to work. I take an auto for my office. Now this is height of laziness. I can't get up at 7 am. That might sound weird for some people but sadly thats the truth. Sometimes I come to a conclusion that I should rather wear all my clothes and hit the bed so that I can go to office without any haste. But that would be shameful to do.So I'm wondering and finding out ways to get back my flat tummy.As an IT professional I would just want to say one thing that we people never care about our health.We sit in front of the terminal for over 9 hours and our body gets adjusted to the AC temperature. As we go outside our body temperature has to change to the outside temperature.So this transistion doesn't sounds good to me. There could be obvious health issues. Sitting at the same place working on codes will make you obese.These days I am seriously planning to work out but nothing is going right. I'm having a worse time at work and I have to concentrate on that too. There might be a time where my nephews might play with my belly. Bren already loves it.Now 87 is the number which I hate much these days.So could dieting could work?. Or may be some dedicated workout sessions with some trainer. May be I should go swimming. Sounds crazy. Like this I can say that 24 hours a day isn't enough for me.I demand an extra 2 hours for doing all these workouts. Its natural and I guess 2 hours a day can do wonders to me and my body structure .I hurt myself while trying to do push ups. I'm taking this seriously and trust me one day I will be like this guy.( see picture below).

Software Engineering is a field where your work is demanding.Appraisals,Performance review etc have been few factors which actually defines a person in IT industry. Your colleague works good ,so you naturally need to bring up your performance else your manager would be considering good ratings for him/her. Flexibility is a term which I purposely used in such cases. HR managers usually ask you to be flexible when it comes to work. Well does being flexible means working overtime and being devoid of worldly things.By doing this we are obviously missing our loved ones.We are missing those valuable times with them that would mean a lot to them. Offcourse just an hour or 2 with them would make them smile and imbue a feeling of joy within them. My intention here is not to preach a lesson or something. I am no saint for that matter. My whole focus area right now is my belly. Everynight I sleep i look at my belly with a hope that one day I will get rid of these extra fats. But its disappointing at times because I know everything depends on me. I work almost 12 hours a day and sometimes I work even on weekends.I am already sleep deprived. Junk foods,over sleep and other factors have contributed to my obesity. This doesn't sounds good.

Its just that I'm having terrible time at work. So lets say by next year I can get rid of this big belly (don't say beer belly for a matter of fact I don't drink :P ). So its time to walk, swim,jog, pushup,pull up and do every damn thing on earth to get them flat. I need to bring the number down to 75 from 87.This will do good to me.So never mind girls... I shall be back with a bang very soon. So for time being enjoy this morhped picture of Twilight superstar Edward Cullen and his beer belly. So still you girls love Edward Cullen?. If yes then you should meet me ;-)

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All I need is just 2 hours to get Creative & Innovative.

2011-11-05T13:22:00.003+05:30

Written for a Contest at Indiblogger

How simple could life get when you start using your thinking caps instead of wasting some precious time. My Company has been seriously promoting and advocating their associates to get innovative and creative.Very less people have actually taken those corporate mailers seriously.Often those mailers would go into their Deleted Items folder. But If one really has to ponder on such topics then I guess it would pay some value to his skill. My organisation has been shelling up few lakhs of amount as a gift prize for the most innovative and creative ideas that an Individual comes up with. Your skill sets doesn't needs to be improved or updated. So all these days I've been wondering I wish I had 2 extra hours to do all those stuffs.

I know I'm very much creative.Some say I call myself as a self proclaimed writer although I am in the process of writing my story book. But it takes lots of efforts to be creative and innovative. All these while I have been emphasizing on Creativity and Innovation. Why don't we think that Innovation could actually change our life. It will make the process smoother. It not only applies to Corporate Organisation but also to our daily lives. Object Oriented Programming has a concept known as 'Polymorphism' which states that there are more ways to do a same thing. Offcourse it is not the exact statement I have modified it.Well if one thing can be done in many ways then why can't we think on those lines too.During my Personal Review Discussion my boss asked me about my contribution in terms of Creativity,Innovation and Automation.I was completely taken aback when he asked me this question.I was simply blank and I mentioned him about the Knowledge repository website which I had created for my Team which is actually our teams training site which would benifit new joinees.It would help them get a complete glance of the Project and the System Processes. So he then gave me a wonderful example of Innovation in terms of an oil bottle.

At first there manufacturers used Glass bottle to deliver oil. Later on they innovated and worked upon it and glass bottles got replaced by plastic bottles. This got improvised and they used Packets and Sachets.This served as the best example. So I came across this contest.So What if I had 2 hours extra in a day?. I would be thinking in terms of Innovation and Creativity.Creativity offcourse makes wonders.It is said that a Creative person can actually bring smartness into work.I always learnt from my previous boss that a person should try to do smart work instead of hardwork. A manual handling work can take upto 9 hours but instead some innovation and creativity of the same work with help of some coding and automation can increase efficiency and productivity. It can reduce your time efforts by many hours.So firstly some algorithms and procedures can be written and then some high level designing and then it could be coded and properly implemented.The Oil Bottle served as the best example to illustrate Innovation.Creativity on other hand can bring life to your work.A boring day at work is not all which we would ask for.There are certain elements and groups at work which plan to bring some fun at work.This can be rated as the best outcome of Creativity. Innovation can be implemented in our daily day to day activities too. During my stay in Delhi at a friends place, I learned something new for breakfast. We used Maggi noodles and tried blending it with some other food item and it turned out to be tasty. Like wise Electric cooker,Solar cooker etc have been quite useful these days especially during the days of increasing Gas Cylinder prices. So they can be a good alternative too. If I could list then I can produce a big long record of such examples. But sadly I thought something different while writing this. I firmly believe that I've achieved what I intended to convey the readers. But I would like to emphasize on Creativity and Innovation because they save time and improves our thinking process. If you don't think ,then you can't be a smart worker.Smart working implies Innovation and Creativity. So in either cases these two plays an important role in any individuals performance. So if I had 2 extra hours a day then I would thinking on these lines. No matter I would be spending some time with my dear and loved ones too.

So I would love to dedicate my extra 2 hours to become Creative and Innovative. Creativity redefines work and Innovation enhances work. So be Creative and Innovative.

Sarah,Leo and the 10 Rs Note

2011-10-31T22:50:00.001+05:30

It was a fine sunny morning and as usual Sarah and her friend Niketa were waiting at the Mumbai Gol Building bus stop to board the bus #57 destined for Kurla.Sarah was doing her medicine. Niketa and Sarah were like two best friends since childhood. They would often address each others as soul sisters. They would share the wildest and the deepest secrets amongst them.

"Nikku, you know I saw Leo's Inception movie for like the 38th time," Sarah was a huge fan of Titanic,Inception fame Leonardo Caprio. She would do anything to get the first show tickets of his movies. Such a die hard fan Sarah was. Sarah and Niketa were busy indulged in some discussions regarding Leo's new movie J.Edgar.

"Do you know What Nikku," Sarah grinned.
"Whaat Sarah baby," Niketa was curios to know what she was going to say.

'Leo looks hot in J.Edgar..I have already taken a printout of his movie stills and pasted it on my Bedroom walls ," Sarah smiled.

"Oh you silly girl....,' Niketa winked.

Bus#57 finally arrived. There was one person who was keenly observing Miss Sarah from sidelines. He used to do this almost everyday but Sarah never knew him. During one such discussions, the guy overheard that Sarah is a huge fan of Leo. Since then he changed his hairstyle to that of Jack Dawson's of Titanic. He seemed to be liking Sarah but unfortunately he didn't had enough courage to take it a step further.So he had finally decided that he will go for the goal and try to talk to her.

Sarah and Niketa were seated at the ladies seat. He admired Sarah from behind. Everytime he would go to talk to her , Sarah would talk to Niketa about her hero Leo. Finally,the guys stop had arrived. He took a pen but sadly he didn't had any paper.He searched for papers on his bag ,but he could only find chits which he used for his Semester exams. He took a 10 Rs note and wrote his name and phone number on it and threw at Sarah and smiled at her. When Sarah opened that she realized that it was a 10 Rs note. Niketa had told her that this guy was observing her since long and he didn't had any paper so he wrote his number on a 10 Rs note. Sarah got furious for once and grimaced at him as he was smiling at Sarah like a shameless. Sarah threw the note behind. An Old man from behind came to Sarah and asked her if she didn't want the note and Sarah replied that it was not hers.Sarah found this act of this guy rather cheap. Even his Jack Dawson hairstyle did not suffice.

The Ugly Truth behind the SpiderMan

2011-10-30T17:25:00.000+05:30

for Sunday Scribblings

Peter Parker was a nerd who lived with his Uncle Ben and Aunty May. He had hots for his neighbor Mary Jane whom he liked. He used to follow her like crazy everywhere.But he never had the courage to talk to her.They both studied in the same high school.

It was one fine morning and Peter and his classmates had visited the Genetics Laboratory as a part of their field trip. My dad who was a very brave spider was taken by these ruthless scientists who wanted to research. They started harassing us and injected chemicals into us.I can't tell how much it hurted when I saw my daddy cry and screech in pain. A tear tricked through my eyes. My daddy had always been a role model and a hero for me. I always wanted to grow up like a big mighty spider just like my daddy.That was the day when Peter tried to impress his love interest. He had a crush on Mary and while following her accidentally his hands came across my daddy. It really hurt daddy very much. Daddy was so strong and this was the reason why Scientists preferred to use my dad as a part of their research and transformed him into a genetically engineered spider.My daddy got angry. Peter didn't knew that he had messed up with the greatest genetically engineered spider ever. He failed to realize that this could even changed his life forever. Daddy soon planned an Operation , a mission against Peter.It was his war against Peter Parker.

Mom,me and my little sister were closed inside a bottle along with other spiders. Mother pleaded and urged daddy not to bite him.She was afraid that these humans would kill my father. She screamed loudly but dad could not hear.Mother didn't want him to bite the handsome lad for she believed that Peter could kill my dad. Dad looked at my mom for once and glared at her. His eyes turned red with anger.He could still feel the pain as Peter hit him. Little Sister was a baby spider then and she was asleep. We never intended to wake her up. Slowly and Steadily my daddy started following Peter. Peter was following Mary Jane and my daddy was following Peter. Mary looked behind and of a sudden Peter behaved as if he was doing something constructive. Peters best friend Harry Osborne took Mary Jane for a coffee and my daddy used this as the best opportunity to bite Peter. He soon raged a war against Peter and bit him again and he escaped.Peter was looking at his hand where my daddy bit him. It swelled and it pained.

It was at that time my daddy screamed with joy "WITH GREAT POWERS COMES GREAT RESPONSIBILITIES". He was in a state of ecstasy.In TV they show the good side of Peter Parker.Did they ever showed how Peter took the revenge. He Smashed my father with his smelly shoes.It was blood all around. My baby sister woke up.The place turned silent.Mom was shocked and she died of an heart attack leaving me and my baby spider sissy orphans. Today there is no one to look behind us.The next day Peter Parker became muscular,strong and his reflexes were super quick.He even emitted Web Strings. In short he became a super hero and impressed Mary Jane. Mary ditched Harry and became Peters girlfriend.Ultimately its Peter who became famous. Whom do I blame for this? I lost my parents. We were a happy family of 4 ,but Peter ruined our life. My baby Spider sister questions me about my parents. But Media is so ruthless.They had all the time to talk about Peters achievements,but no one even bothered about the Spider. I strongly condemn the use of Spider as his name. He became a Spider-Man by killing my daddy,the greatest Spider ever.

Morning Blues

2011-10-30T00:57:00.000+05:30

In the Morning to Work today,
I saw the traffic go morose.
I wish I could move ,
in a swift,away.

The Cars,they honk a musical honk,
a headache it triggers,
in this mindboggling traffic,
slowly I drift away.

Looking at the watch go tik tok tik
i smile at my own plight
Never again shall I be late,
the traffic that I hate.

I look at the traffic light,
waiting for the red to go green,
never did it happened,
nor my car moved.

I honked the horns,
they all saw me go berserk,
crazy and weird,
they all called me.

Looking at the watch go tik tok tik,
the light showed green from red,
Lord finally heard my prayers,
The traffic moved once again.

***This has been written for Magpie Tales 88***
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Night

2011-10-29T00:44:00.002+05:30

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The night was young.It was dark and there was no one in sight for miles as Shania walked down over the moist grasses.It rained heavily few hours ago. She was with her 3 girl friends. All of them belonged to the same class. They had to submit a project as a part of their research assignment. They say night is the time of Ghosts. But these girls never believed in Ghosts. They were adventure loving girls and embraced life to the core.
Shania,Ana,Tatiana and Natasha were the best of friends.

'Girls ,come here see I found a handsome guy lying here,' Shania alerted her friends as she walked near the river.

Some native residents of Kensington termed it as the river of death. She saw a tall guy lying.

'Water...waaaatttttt ....eeeerrr,' he was thirsty.

The girls gave him to eat and took care of him.

'Hey , What is your name? Why don't you talk?,' Tatiana said to the man.

'Are you dumb or something dude...why don't you open your mouth?,' Shania asked.

'Oh Jeez...can you please speak up,' The girls said in Unison.

'Yes...how does it feels when someone loves you and you love them..you care for them,' He spoke.

'Thats pretty much normal ...it happens when you like or admire someone..,' Tatiana said.

'Well...what if one day when you wake up and see the entire world change...people close to you left you...,' He continued.

'Oh common..whats wrong..don't be sad,' Natasha said.

'Did someone hurt you Mr....sorry We don't know your name?' Shania said.

'Tim...yes..' He said.

'Hey ..you got hots for someone Ahh!,' Tatiana winked.

'No..she was the last person in this world who loved me...you know her loss is intense...i can't imagine a life without her,' Tim said.

'Tim..you know what...such things does happens in life.You're an American ...dang..don't be emotional...you're handsome and smart..you got girls around you..you just have to pick,' Shania said with a seductive voice.

'You need to embrace life first..you won't know what will happen to you. Life is unpredictable.You need to forget her...she is gone..she won't come back..,' Natasha spoke.

Ana was silently listening to all that what was being said. She would smile but she did not speak.

'I just feel it was easy to say..but practically it is impossible," He replied.

It was already 3 am and the night sky was showing some hints of rain.

'Common, go out..meet new people and befriend them,' Ana finally spoke .

'I can't,' He said.

How often do you come across a stranger in life who shares their personal life story with you?. Life has always been an enigma. Many people play different roles in our life. Some are spectators and some play cameo in our short life. We being the protagonist knows what life means to us.

'Jerk! why cant you?,' Shania said.

'I'm dead,' He said.

And of a sudden everyones face turned pale. The place turned silent. A horror triggered on their faces. The girls could not talk nor could they do anything.

'I could not accept my Wife's loss and I shot myself near the river,'Tim said.

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Hurting & Losing friends

2011-10-27T15:53:00.003+05:30

Sometimes life can be harsh on you.Some say that true friends do stand behind you during your worst times.I always had good set of friends since school days and many have been helpful at times. They do understand me and realize the worth of our friendship.But when it comes to missing, they do miss me at times.As very few of you might be knowing that my exile from home had cost me lots. But during my stay in Delhi ,I should seriously admit that I have never missed my friends.Since most of them are added in my facebook and many of them are in touch through Texts and emails,I seldom miss them. But out of these true lot of friends you might be having few other special ones whom you could differentiate. They are those unique friend of yours who really matters to you.

During my college days I befriended a girl from Cuttack.I would rather love to say that our thought process were similar.She was someone whom I could look forward in my life. But harsh reality is that I lost her,lost her frienship .There has not been even a single day when we hadn't talked or texted each other. This actually represents our friendship and Gtalk and Yahoo messenger have played a pivotal role in bonding us. We were like good friends and eventually good got replaced by best. Nevertheless I have got very few best friends in life and all of them are special to me. I can't afford to lose even a single one. She would share her secrets with me and rather I would do the same. There used to be an instant solution to every problem which you present to her. Such an intelligent girl she was. I discovered her in some Orkut MBA community way back in 2008. That was the time when my preparation for MBA was at its peak.She was from Commerce background and she was trying her luck at CAT too. During one discussion forum, we happen to exchange thoughts and the outcome was a friend request.It didn't really mattered who send the request but what mattered was friendship.She would crib about her preparation and would sob about her mock exam results.The maximum she could manage was 81.Initial days were quite formal. We would talk to each other frequently and all thanks to Gtalk for being a great messenger friend. My MBA preparation got hampered because of my campus call. I got selected in an IT Company through campus recruitments and my MBA preparations seemed to have diverted by then. My focus deviated.This was inevitable.2009 was a period when we seldom spoke and because of our commitment towards our goals we never spoke much. Conflicting.No,never.
Yesterday I happen to delete my mails in order to make some space in my mail box. That was the time when I discovered the existence of this person. I seemed to have forgotten this girl. My exile cost me a lot as I lost touch with many friends.I learned that we never spoke in 2010. My last call made to her was way back in July 2009.Some disgraceful events happened between us and she decided not to talk to me.I was neither convinced with this decision of hers nor I wanted to stop talking to her.I failed to realize that she would take my statements seriously.During most phases of my life,I have taken utmost care to make sure that I don't hurt any one by any means.But that day I just got mad at her. I went berserk.The end result was that I lost her.Yesterday reading those old chats made me smile. I shouldn't had read those. This made me feel nostalgic.I searched for in facebook but learned that she had blocked me. I searched for her number from my 160by2 account and texted her. She replied with 'why do you want to talk to me?' . I was helpless.I tried texting her again and again and tried to win her heart once again. She was stubborn and damn serious. I never knew if she got married or had kids. But I just realized that I had to apologise. I could be such a sinister at times. She made me realize that. It was my mistake. I really want my friend back. But some do say that its better to move on in life. Looking back doesn't pleases you.It will distract you. Often the best relationship breaks in an unusual way. Looking back hurts you and distracts you. I never intend to hurt her ever again. All I wanted to do is to apologise.I sometimes wish if it was easy to lose friends in life. But I myself have lost many dear ones.

I didn't want to say,
But you made me say.
You cried out of your own plight,
making me feel guilty
You hurted me with your words,
but when i replied back,
you ignored me.
All I want to say ,
Sorry for what happened.
Wish you luck.

Friends, why is that human heart sometimes subjected to unavoidable conditions fails to respond back rationally. If I had not hurt her she would have still been mine. Emotions do have roles in hurting others and their role is significant.You sucumb to unavoidable scenarious and you seem to be in a fix.And when the person fades away from you life, then that is the time you realize their worth and think about their importance.
I woke up one day and saw the world change.My friends disappeared and I was stranded between strangers.My circle of trust seemed to be diminishing.And I found myself lost in lonliness.period

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