Saturday, October 17, 2009

TELL HER I CAME...THAT I KEPT MY WORD


10:15am

Oh! No...This shouldn’t be real. It’s indeed true that in 22 years of my existence, there has not been a single instance when I did something on time. But this time around...I won’t beg for pardon. How could I be late? Where did I go...what was I doing for the past fifteen minutes...? God Oh God...tell me my watch is a liar.

10 o’ clock was my decision. I think she said ‘yes’ to it. Or did she? In spite of the crystal clear reception I had barely breathed just to make sure that I wouldn’t miss a word that she said. Yeah she said ‘yes’.

Hey, should I panic? After all, if everything works fine, I’m supposed to lock her up for a life time...in my heart. So is fifteen minutes all that long?

Oh...it is...

We’ve known each other for more than a year now...and imagine the kind of amusement that’ll shower upon even the hardest of the souls when they know that this is the first time we are meeting. I think that’ll explain the length of these fifteen minutes.

I believe this’ll be the longest fifteen minutes in her life.

Wait...what’s that rush out there...? Whatever it is, I don’t have seconds or minutes to spare. It’s not because I’m selfish, but...I have things that are more vital to my life. After all it’s my life that I’m supposed to take care of...

Okay...fine...I am selfish...got that? O...o...I am wasting my time again...Run Forrest run!!! Princess is waiting for you.

It was a year back when she wrongly typed in an e-mail address. She never knew that my heart would end up as the inbox. Ever heard of a love story that began with the heroine sending her resume to the hero? In our case...that happened.

What is she going to look like? Well...don’t jeer at me...it’s a fact that I never asked for her picture. All that I have is the description that poured out of the only common friend we had...

I know her voice. For, it’s the mesmerising ‘hello’ that flew through the telephone line that created ripples in my ear drum and later in my heart. My interests in her sprouted up in the orchard of ‘chat rooms’! I still remember the tremor with which I typed in ‘can you give me your phone number’.

That is the past...and today...after a year of romance through words, I’ll meet her. Do I really expect the beauty of my dreams? Is she going be taller than me? Is the colour contrast going to be too ‘drastic’? O...o...god...should I really care? Well...now I know...Love is blind!!! But just imagine...my wedding, and reality returning with a vengeance. He he...!!!

OOOOfffff at last...Thar she blows!!!!

That bench in the park...and there she sits...the unseen princess of my life.

Oh! I can’t see her face...

I’ll slowly give you a surprise ‘hi’ from your back!!! Here I come...here...

Closer...almost there...

O...am I supposed to believe this...!!! She is a charming fairy!!! O...!!! LUCKY DUDE!!!

Yeah...now is the time...

Hey is she nervous? Yeah...she should be!!! Her fingers must have fatigued hitting the call button in her mobile. Poor princess! Wait...why isn’t my mobile still ringing?

Shall I touch her? Ooo...

“HELLO...ARE YOU THE BEAUTY WHO HAS BEEN CHATTING WITH A PRINCE FOR MORE THAN A YEAR? WELL...I BELIEVE I AM LATE...BY SAY...20 MINUTES!!!”

I think I sounded majestic! But is she deaf?

“HELLO???”

Is there a problem?

“HEY, it’s me Nithin. Hello.”

Oh! Is this girl blind?

Hey...there is a problem..."Sneha...can’t you see me? "

Is this supposed to be a prank?

She is still pressing those buttons in her mobile. Why in the world isn’t my mobile ringing?

Aaaha...well two can play this game, let me see...I’ll share this corner of the bench

Wait...Hey man...what...are you planning to sit on my lap? Oh...C’mon...You stink...Oh there should be an asylum to keep lunatics like you.

Ooooo...no no...I’ll rise...

Wait...your watch is blood stained...

Hey that’s mine...this is not possible...

Sneha is trying again. K...K...no more games...

But but...something’s lit up in the shaggy pocket of the tramp.

That’s my ringtone...

Oh! There she looked up expectantly...and for a brief moment I think I saw a gleam in her eyes...

My princess...

Seeing the tramp she looked away...

I saw tears swelling up in her eyes. She rose, silent, walked off into the distance...

(Thanks to Azgar...and someone else...)

Friday, October 9, 2009

The Talking Mirror


"It's fun to play Hitler...
as long as the mirror plays dumb"



(ps:2 hectic schedules here...now posted@medicine...spine's broken
plus gud news, my second 'experiment wid music will b out this week)