Saturday, July 26, 2008

A Love that got ‘FLUSHED’ out…!!!

(Based on a True Story…)

It’s a kind of roller-coaster ride that I have every weekend…the travel from Kollam to Trivandrum…in one of the rusty ‘luxurious’ coaches provided by the KSRTC. But I just love it… cool…’shaking all de way’…lovely bumpers and gutters that rarely let me doze off in the side seat…the dusty gale that hits me throughout, ‘sneezing’ the hell out of me…

I started sensing something quaking within me…!!! Every human carries with him two artefacts that beat throughout. One is the red mass that cries ‘lubb dubb lubb dubb’ the other is an artificial implant that cries ‘tring tring tring tring’.

I picked the call
Neetz: Hellooooooo
Me: Hey…louder…
Neetz: …wooo…seems you are on wheels ha…can’t hear…
Me: Yeah…will ring you once I reach there…
Neetz: Wait, I have news for you…don’t turn red at me after hearing that…neither should you turn blue…okay?
Me: Okay…
The news that made way overrunning the poor signal reception literally ‘shook’ me.
Someone who used to travel with me all the time…someone who used to be with me even in the darkest hours when even my shadow would leave me...was no more…
Poor thing…too unlucky…a real ‘filthy’ death…getting ‘flushed’ off!!!




Memories started driving in…



I was about to ask the shopkeeper to bill the model that I held when she arrived…with her friends…
I felt she was calling me…I walked towards her…took her out of the packet…hoo real beauty…she was slim…shiny…
Don’t know what attracted me…she was not that feature rich…but still we developed a tight bond instantly…’love at first site’
That was my new phone…MOTOROLA L6…I was holding the first piece that reached the shop. Without a second thought I bought her…and made my first call, "Amma…I’ve bought a new mobile…"



There began a new chapter…
Attending the call of nature or having a shower where the only times when I left her alone…we ruled the world all other times…played…sang…danced. She was always there to soothe me…make me smile… She would remind me, "Hey it’s Srikanth’s Birthday today...go greet him" or "Stupid…its exam today wake up"…and so on…



I used to dress her up with a new ‘crystal’ case every week (but she looked best without the case…her sleek body…the mini curvatures…hoo…sexy bitch!!!)
Once I threw her away with rage…for running out of battery…interrupting a ‘chat’… But that turned me into an insomniac for a night…I feared if she would die…but thank god…nothing happened
I didn’t really care when people mocked at me…many actually hated Motorola…grrr…’idiots’
Yeah she had short comings…I couldn’t send a picture message…save a movie (her bosom was not big enough to hold them)…and a lot many tiny defects …but I never blamed her…I loved her…for she was my first love…!!!



...months sprang away…
Almost a year passed by…and the new guy walked in to showrooms…Nokia N73…bigger…hundred times smarter… I could hardly wait to get it implanted into my pockets…
And came the big day…when the beast that was myself sold her for cash…no…I didn’t really trade her…I sent her into safer hands…to my dearest pal…Neetz… ‘Safer’ hands indeed…Neetz wouldn’t drain her battery…give her too much work load.
I bought my new buddy…N73…He made me a prince…for I was the first to hold him in my class…
Even when he was a trillion times better than my lovely Motorola…I used to ring Neetz, to know how my little girl was doing…Neetz gave it to her dad…and he was having her now…



Well folks…here is the rest of the conversation:



Neetz: da Nithin…sorry da…something bad happened…
Me: Oh! C’mon tell…I can hear you…
Neetz: Dad was on his way to attend some conference…by train…and he went to the toilet to free his bladder…then he got a call and picked it…and…
And…da…
She then slipped off his hands…
Me: WHAAAAAAAT…he dropped her into the toilet???? Oh! Lord…my girl…
Neetz: Yupp
Me: n then…oooooooo….So why didn’t he pull the CHAIN???????
Neetz: Hi hi…he pulled the chain indeed…hi hi…but only water came out…!!!
Me: Grrrrrrrrrr…not the flush tank idiot…the train’s chain
Neetz: Ha ha…you wanted him to stop the train to recover a phone…??? K leave it buddy...cheer up…I am sorry anyway…




AND MY SLIM BEAUTY DIED…A REAL FILTHY DEATHBED…
CAN’T IMAGINE A MORE HORRIBLE DEATH…GETTING FLUSHED OFF…THAT TOO INTO A ROYAL DEATHBED MAINTAINED BY THE INDIAN RAILWAYS…PERHAPS SHE GOT CRUSHED…OR FOUND HER WAY INTO A PILE OF TRASH…OR DID SOME RAG PICKER GET HER…?
I DON’T KNOW…BUT HONEY WHEREVER YOU ARE…HEAVEN OR EARTH…YOU STILL LIVE IN MY HEART…MY FIRST LOVE…!!!



(yippie....exams over....n im bak again.........!!!!!!!!!!)

Monday, July 7, 2008

A hot cup of coffee…a missed call…everything else changes…



(Still another Teen Day… a chapter on ‘the CRUSH syndrome!!!’)

(do check out my earlier post too ‘the thinking process’)


As I sipped the steaming milk-free n sugar-free special coffee (the cheapest one in planet, the only competition to it is posed by the ambrosial ‘masala coffee’ from Hyderabad @just 2Rs…!!!), I saw her… alone at one corner of that distant deserted table…all alone… at one dark corner of my heart I still wished… yes I wanted to sit with her…just like we did, months back…time seems to have grown weaker, lost it’s healing power…no…I mustn’t...Hey…what am I thinking…?

See her face…oh! I can’t bear this…How could I…? Or, how could anyone? Oh world…is this really fair? Tell me…

There was once a time…a golden time painted in rose…when she was everything for me…what would I not do for her …who could stop me then from flying to the counters…without sparing a second to gasp in a puff of air…and reach only to strike the board ‘tickets closed…show full’…and then I would forget what exactly filled my purse, I would spend the currency I had saved for the month( to ‘easy-charge’)…and exchange it for two balcony tickets in ‘black’…and we would sit together…and I enjoyed her face glisten in the darkness that filled the theatre as the show was about to begin…what a beauty…my lovely Nisha!!!


Oh! Those nights…the never ending calls we had…we talked and talked and talked…even the ‘broken switch of her table lamp’ would walk in…oh! So open was the book she was …and I loved reading her…

The mornings would start…without a ‘cock-a-doodle do’ or an alarm…I would open my eyes…yeah it’s her ‘missed call’…the magical missed call…a language that never required words…

And there she sits…all alone…see her face…oh! I can’t bear this…

Oh! That cursed second…when my mobile rung…she was there, right beside me, with her eyes sunken in the rusty dusty pages of her text book…but I knew…she was listening…and I was sure…she’d captured all that came through the receiver…oh! These girls…what magical creations…


…what stupid yet cunning piece of work was she? How dare she perceive all these the wrong way? After all, how I could I ‘gift’ some gal a 10,000Rs worth phone when my own monthly ‘quota was just a petty 1000’…? But how could she…why did she… really disbelieve me?
That devil in polka dotted dress…oh! Lord…I curse her…for the foulest smelling ulcer to affect her mouth…she injected the deadliest poison into my ‘then’ sweet heart…Pinky I’ll crush you…for all the stuff that you pushed into her head… and Saran…thanks for the supporting role…I’ll kick your butts one day…!!! All I did was selling my old phone…second hand…and who knew it would ultimately reach Shweta…the latest buzz in campus? I hadn’t imagined in my wildest dreams that Shweta would go to the same shop where I had sold it…
Why should I explain…why…that bitch…she never trusted me…ha…

Discarded…!!!Chapter closed…

And there she sits…all alone…see her face…oh! I can’t bear this… Bloody creep…can you see her face?…see that crooked smile in her face as she speaks over the same old ‘MOTO RACER’…I am sure it’s that same old mellow tone of her voice that lured me…now it’s someone new…some lucky brat…
Oh! Gosh…..Shwetaaa…where are you my dear….
Hmmm…here…I send my heart…dear accept this….my missed call…the language without words…
Ha…here’s the reply…her missed call…the voice of the ‘zero-balance’ lovers…
Oh! World, another saga begins…right here…my all time favourite ‘college canteen’…

(ps: off 4 exams!! practical exams cumin up...yeah as i always say..."i'll b back"...seems i'll bav 2 become a 'weekend blaster' from now on..bust times ahead...)(one more thing...c'mon pls trust me..dis is FICTION...!!! pls ;-) 99.5% fiction...do go through de comments...n gimme reviews too)

Tuesday, July 1, 2008

Krishna...you've got mail


(A family feud!!! a bit 'mythological' one)

(Unfortunately I have nothing else to do these days…not sure when my practical exams will begin…!!! )
(NO offences ment 2 Krishna!!!...more over I haven’t edited it well…errors guaranteed…pls notify me whenever u find one)


Krishna: “Honey…!!! Im back……”

Rukmini: K..K..

K: Oh! That’s a cold reception

R: Hmmm

K: Something trapped in yer throat?

R: Bad joke

K: Dear, what happened? Tell me

R: Oh! It’s nothing

K: This ain’t fair

R: Here…there’s a courier

K: Wow, that must be Arjuna…my birthday gift…wow…

R: Open it…

K: WHAT…? I’ve seen this somewhere…oh my Flute…

R: And where did you say u lost it years back?

K: Ganga…yupp

R: Weeks back u said Yamuna right?

K: Bad memory honey…sorry…yeah…Yamuna

R: Check out the sender’s name

K: Raa…..oops…….

R: Dyslexia???

K: Radha, Mathura,PO…

R: And who is that…?

K: Childhood…friend…

R: Childhood what…?

K: So that is the problem…ha…oh dear…u don’t trust me?

R: Tell me why someone would send that rusty old flute at this time…?
(DARLING PICK ME UP….PICK ME UP….)

R: What the….?

K: OH! It’s my new ring tone…wait lemme c who it is…oh a missed call…unknown number…

R: Hmmm..gimme…yeah…unknown number

K: Hi hi…u expected Radha…?

R: U stop uttering that name…or I’ll smash that face of yours…

K: Hey …dear…reduce the volume…u know im a tiger once out in the public...

R: Cut the crap…tell me who the girl is…

K: Radha…one of my dearest pals during my life in Mathura…

(Dishhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh)

K: RAMAAAAAAAAA…….APPA…Stop that rukkuu…it hurts…hoo ma nose….

R: Say again…’dearest pal’…?

K: Ok…I admit…was kind of infatuation…

R: Infatuation…? So ‘nothing’ ever happened?

K: Dear…oh dear…’nothing’???...so you did a research on this ha…? K…but that was ages back…I was a youngster na…? But not the same anymore… you know what you r to me…c’mon dear….

R: Don’t u dare touch me…cheee…First she was your ‘child hood friend’ then came ‘infatuation’…then ‘it happened’…is this music 2 my ears…? Tell me what u really think of women…? ha…u shepherd…
You cheat why did you come for me then…?

K: Aha…you said, if I won’t come...you’ll die…didn’t you…remember the letter u sent through Sunantha?

R:VINASHAKALE VIPAREETHA BUDHI…yeah…death was better…

K: So u still admits I was a trillion times better than Shishupala…!!!

R: Grrrrr….

K: OH! Cut all this…who else do I own…? ‘Princess charming…’ c’mon..gimme a kiss…

R: I repeat don’t touch me…I heard you’ve invited some Satyabhama to the battle with Narakasura…?

K: Hmmm..Tell me…when did Naradha come here…?

R: I hacked your mailbox…

K: Hard times…hooo…dear…you know very well…the tension that’s already clogging in my head…do you really want to add more…why so possessive…?

R: I am your wife…officially at least…grrr

K: Honey, remember, “If U love something…let it free…if it’s yours…it’ll return to u…”

R: Let you loose…? Yeah…I know you’ll be back...but not alone…with 16000 or more...right…?

K: Okay…im fed up…I didn’t lose the flute…I gifted it to Radha…

R: Simply…gifted it…? Remember… …when I asked 2 play a flute weeks back…u said u don’t even whistle…

K: Hmmm….When I gave her my flute as I left Mathuvana…I told her…that without you…err…her…my music lacked the flavour of love …

R: Wah…how romantic…(sobs)

K: Oh my beloved…I was then a playful lover…and now a responsible husband…and more over the truth is bigger than u can imagine…beyond words…

R: The missed call was from Udhava right? The guy u sent 2 Vrindavan 2 enquire after Radha…? Ring him back…and complete your quest…I won’t disturb you

K: Hey…why do you want to do this…I do repent over my past…

R: Just remorse? What are doing now…then? I have already started 2 scan the Satyabhama affair

and here…take… Letter…from your ex-LOVER…now emaciated out of despair…

K: OH! DEAR….RADHOOO….OOOPS…RUKKUUUUUUU

(SMASHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH)