A very educational video

August 14, 2011 § 1 Comment

Good video. Nice message. Don’t know if the Mediator would approve though I don't know smile

Short Story 4

April 1, 2009 § 4 Comments

“Bye”, she said. He replied using some random noise that his throat came up with in such times. And he tried to smile. She smiled back at him and disappeared through the train door onto the platform.

He sat in the compartment for some time before heading out onto the platform himself. He had known her for only 12 hours – the duration of the journey. But corny as it may sound, he felt he’d known her his entire life. They had talked the entire night, hadn’t they? And they had so much in common…

He shook his head. There you go again, he said to himself. The sequence of meeting a girl on a train, falling in love with her and living happily ever after only happens in the movies. And this is no movie, this is real life.

At the other end of the platform, she climbed the stairs to the over-bridge. He was different, this one. Something very different about him. Something knowingly different.  Almost like déjà-vu. She felt silly, thinking in such terms. Meeting the guy of your dreams on a train journey, falling for him and living happily ever has happened only once in the history of human civilization. That event was Dilwale Dulhaniya Le Jayenge. And her life was no DDLJ.

Soche Dil Ke aisa kaash ho,
Tujh ko ek nazar meri talash ho,
Jaise Khwaab hai aankhon mein base meri,
Waise neendon pe silwate pade teri…   

Anamika

February 26, 2009 § 4 Comments

He checked for his ID, his watch, the keys to the drawer, a biscuit, his wallet. Not finding the last one, he looked for it in the cupboard, brushing past the little teddy that he kept to remind himself of the past. He gathered the wallet and pushed it into the back pocket of his jeans.

Work had become the reason of his existence in the past year. He worked, came back from work, slept, went to work again. He even worked on Saturdays and Sundays. The monotony of such an existence would seem nerve wracking to some, and supremely boring to others, but to him it was exactly what he wanted. He wanted to forget. And monotony helps one forget.

He turned a corner on the road to his office, and sure enough, she was there. Blocking the way, looking him in the eye, trying to stare him down. He enjoyed the staring game, perhaps the only thing he enjoyed during the entire day. He stared at her, looking intently into the light brown eyes. A minute later, he smiled and she broke eye contact. He had won. Yet again. But he knew that he would lose one day, for someone wise has said, Every dog has his her day. And Anamika would have hers too. But for now, she would have to be content with the biscuit he handed down to her.

[This is my 100th post on this blog(well, 10oth public post at least 😀 ) , an achievement which just goes to show that if you have idle time and no life, anything is possible. 😀 ]

The Valentines Day Post

February 10, 2009 § 3 Comments

The Mediator sat on one of the benches at one the promenades that dotted Hussainsagar. It was Valentine’s Day. Couples strolled on the walkways, holding hands, whispering sweet nothings to their partners(what are these sweet nothings?, he thought, what is it that makes these girls blush and the guys, well…er…happy? ; he decided he was better off without knowing). Policemen strolled in twos along the promenade, they had been put on duty here to make sure that the couples are not bothered by the moral police(specifically the Shri Raju Sene, a group of single, spurned Satyam Engineers who wanted to do nothing better than to bash up software guys who weren’t single). He often wondered what made young men in groups beat up defenseless couples. Was it ideology? Religion? A zeal to hold up their idea of moral values? To feel good about themselves? Or was it just to have a good time? He decided that the answers didn’t lie there. The answer was plain and simple: they were just jealous of things they couldn’t have, of what they couldn’t be and they had lashed out at the slightest bit provocation that was offered. It is one of the basest human instincts, jealousy and it makes people do the stupidest of things, he reasoned.   

It was a bad day to be single, this. Worse than normal days, that is. Much worse. He sat with music playing on his iPod,

Our Candle burns away, the ashes full of lies,
I gave my soul to you, you cut me from behind,
Nowhere to run and nowhere to hide,
You’re scared of the truth and I’m tired of the lies…

He had noticed that the colour red and its variations had suddenly become omnipresent in the run up to Valentine’s Day. Discs and Pubs, Hotels and Restaurants, Shops and Malls, all turned to these colours to attract love st(r)uck couples. He had nothing against the colour, except that he hated it. And it also brought about rare vestiges of rage back in him, something to do with the colour or the day. He didn’t remember. Maybe he didn’t want to. The iPod went on,

Why’d you have to up and run away?
A million miles away
I want to close my eyes and make believe
That I never found you…

Life is particularly difficult for people in long distance relationships on this day. They want to personally go and whisper sweet nothings(what the hell are sweet nothings?) to their beloved on this most special of all days; instead of relying on a cell phone network to get their point across. But they did manage, and very enthusiastically at that.

One such sample was now striding across the promenade to come and sit next to him. “Valentines Day! Such a wonderful day, when everyone can express their love to each other. Like me to my girlfriend and she to me, even though we live so far apart.  Life is beautiful today, isn’t it?"  The Mediator felt a weird sensation of déjà vu at this stranger coming upto him and talking as if they were long lost friends. He looked behind him, wondering whether the stranger was talking to someone else. Nope. "Beautiful weather, isn’t it?", the stranger said. The Mediator just nodded and continued staring out. "Wonderful weather to be out with someone special", said the guy. The Mediator shifted a little, away from the guy, unsure of what he was getting at.

"Valentine’s day is wonderful!", the stranger continued, "its like the entire universe changes, life itself changes, the colours in the sky. But best of all, there is something in the air, something indefinable. Something that strikes all of us, something nobody can escape. There’s that kind of tingly feeling, like electricity that courses through the air this day. There’s something in the air. Something intangible. But its there, right?. Don’t you feel it, dude? What do you say, isn’t there something in the air?" He looked at the mediator.

The feeling of déjà vu was now complete. This guy was asking for it. The Mediator sighed. He inhaled and sneezed the type of sneeze that has the potential to spread a cold virus to all people within a 5 foot diameter. This guy was only 3 feet away. He had no chance. “Sorry about that. Yes, there is something in the air. Its known as the flu virus. I guess you know what that is.” The guy looked stunned and a little afraid. The Mediator got up and walked away. A thin smile forming on his lips. Idiot. There’s one born every Valentine’s Day. The iPod blared away,

So lie to me once again
And tell me everything will be alright…
Lie to me once again
And ask yourself before we say good bye.
Well good bye…
Was it worth it in the end?

[The song is Lie to me by 12 stones]

Ek kahani kuch saal purani

November 19, 2008 § 8 Comments

As I mentioned in a recent post, I have been going through my college pictures. There are many good ones, and then there are the special ones. Ones which are associated with memories, with people. One such picture was from the GOA trip. As I was looking at the picture and thinking of that trip, I remembered a lot of things that went on in the trip (even though I’ve never quite known what I did for the hour that I was drunk 😀 )

The trip was, for the lack of a better word, momentous. Momentous for many reasons. Class unity for one and more importantly for all the failed romances. Industrial trips in any college are fraught with relationships starting or ending or both. It is actually one of the attractions of the trip.

The incident that I am about to recall here in this post happened on the Goa trip. It is not the funniest incident of the trip ( some of the funnier ones can never make it to print\type 😛 ), but it is by far the most unique. It still brings out smiles laughter whenever the college group talks about it.

It happened so that, as it happens often, one of the guys in our class (lets call him X) was totally fida over one of the prettier girls(lets call her Y) in our class. Now X had already proposed to Y in the course of the preceding year, and since it is mandatory for guys to propose over the course of an industrial trip, he was going to do it again during the trip. There was no doubt about it. There was also no doubt about the fact that Y would refuse again (she was one of those girls who believed in holding onto their value system and belief – in this case the belief was of having no boyfriends, I think. Bless her). The guy, bless him too, was of the ‘try and fail but do not fail to try‘ ideology. The mediator himself had entered the fray, trying to dissuade him from doing so, knowing the answer Y would give him and having theoretical knowledge of rejections and the hurt they can cause. But even the mediator couldn’t dampen X’s enthusiasm. The stage had been set for a great show on the last day of the trip. Only the actors had to deliver out the final lines. We waited with bated breath.

The mediator wasn’t the only one who knew of X’s plan and the resultant hilarity it would cause (for others, of course).  Some of the other guys knew about it too and they took it upon themselves to motivate X to carry out this task. It so happened, as it was wont to, that X and Y had to return to Bombay in separate buses. The motivators were in the same bus as X. The motivation began as early as 6 hours before we were scheduled to depart. It continued into the bus ride. And rattled on as we stopped for dinner.

The motivation was on the lines of ” You can do it, man”, “Go for it, dude”, “Jo darr gaya woh marr gaya, *#$@*** ” and progressed along the lines of “Tu kucch nahin kar sakta,  *#$@*** Tu toh Z ko bhi propose nahin kar paayega!” The last statement caused particularly loud hilarity from the motivators and the rest of us guys. A little background about Z : If any guy was told to make a list of girls in the class, Z’s name would figure last. No offence meant to her, but then, it would figure in last. Not that she wasn’t bright or anything. Just that nobody had heard her speak. Every class has a Z. Ours had one too, and the motivators were making good use of her name. “You won’t even be able to propose to Z!!”, they chorused. X had been taking the motivation (which could also be described as heckling) for many hours and he thought that they meant well( for themselves), but he couldn’t stand the heckling. He decided that he had had enough, he stood up at his table and shouted at the top of his voice(unintentionally I believe), “Bas ho gaya! Kahaan hai woh Z? Leke aao usse, abhi propose karta hoon usko (Where is Z, bring her here, I’ll propose to her right now!)” As he said these words, there was stunned silence. Then there was howling laughter from the motivators.

Because Z was sitting at the table right next to his. 

The Darkness Cometh

July 29, 2008 § Leave a comment

The sage sat on the tiger skin and meditated on the universe(the tiger skin was authentic, sourced from Chinese smugglers). The sage meditated and his disciples, a secret warrior clan called “Sutras” sat around him. They meditated with him. Great things were about to unfold in the world. They were waiting.

The sutras wrote history. They actually ‘made’ history. You can read about organizations that change history in the many ‘organizations that change the world’ type of books available in your friendly neighborhood library. The ‘sutras’ were not too different from the rest. You know, suave debonair leaders, intelligent managers, fanatical warriors, the works. All except the sage. The sage saw things. Things that would impact the world.

High above Bombay,  a sutra warrior “Anikesh” flew over the periphery of the city in a F16 scanning for oddities in the night sky and maybe the ground. Yes, part of the AirForce were sutras. Another sutra warrior “Ajithsa” scanned the shoreline from her radar tower. “Notice for unusual events”, they had been told. And they were noticing.

The sage had been meditating for long now. Maybe he was just faking and sleeping instead. The warriors sat around him in groups, discussing the event that was supposed to herald the new coming. What would it be? An assault on the city? A show of strength? Some magic perhaps? There was magic still left in this world, the sage had told them; and there were few who could exploit it. Maybe one so powerful was about to show himself. Only the sage knew. And he wasn’t telling anyone yet. « Read the rest of this entry »

Valentines Day Musings

February 14, 2008 § 4 Comments

The sky was overcast, a slow breeze blew over the Hussainsagar, the clouds had a eerie glow of their own – perhaps because of the full moon that hid behind them. There was a slight chill in the air, it looked like it might rain soon. The night had elements of being romantic…for lack of a better word.

The Mediator looked out of his 4th floor apartment, towards the city. A city he didn’t call his own. Rows upon rows of lights – some twinkling, some not – illuminated the city. Planes took off and landed from the airport towards the far end of the horizon. All this reminded him of something; just what that something was he could not figure out. He felt nostalgic, emotions he wouldn’t admit to welled up inside him. It was something he couldn’t help, he decided. He continued staring outside the window.

Just then he was stirred out of his thoughts by his flatmate. The flatmate had just finished a lengthy 3 hour plus talkathon with his girlfriend back in his hometown. The Mediator always found it weird as to what they talked about. Day in and Day out. Night actually. But he had learned long ago not to ask. The answer was always the same: “stuff” they would say, followed by a lengthy sermon on how heartless he was. The Mediator didn’t ask. He didn’t care.

“Beautiful weather, isn’t it?”, the flatmate said. The Mediator just nodded and continued staring out. “Wonderful weather to be out with someone special”, said the flatmate. The Mediator shifted a little, away from the flatmate, unsure of what he was getting at. But he said nothing, just an unsure nod. “You know, the month of February is special, magical. It has every ingredient of romance. The birds sing their special tunes, the trees look so lively, there is colour everywhere, people are in the best of spirits, the animals are cheerful. And best of all there is Valentines Day! Such a wonderful day, when everyone can express their love to each other. Like me to my girlfriend and she to me.  Life is beautiful in February, isn’t it?” The Mediator didn’t think that impending rain was a cheerful thought, he didn’t like birds chirping away to glory when he tried to sleep in the morning and he *hated* anyone who was cheerful without a good, valid reason. But he didn’t say anything to the flatmate. Best not to burst the bubble, he reasoned. He didn’t say anything.

“Life is beautiful in February”, the flatmate repeated and continued, “its like the entire universe changes, life itself changes, the colours in the sky. But best of all, there is something in the air, something undefinable. Something that strikes all of us, something nobody can escape. Theres that kind of tingly feeling, like electricity that courses through the air in Feb. There’s something in the air. Something intangible. But its there right. Don’t you feel it, dude? What do you say, isn’t there something in the air?” He looked at the mediator.

The Mediator nodded. He looked away from the view of the city that had so far kept him captivated. He looked at his flatmate, into his eyes, nodded again and said “I believe its called Pollution. Look it up in wikipedia“. And the Mediator stalked off to his bedroom, a thin smile curving across his face, while his flatmate sat on the window sill, stunned.    

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