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…   

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Its still the same :)

February 22, 2008 § 2 Comments

The heat & humidity is the same…

The Vada Pav tastes the same…

The Bus Conductor still scowls at a 50 rupee note…

The rickshaw-wallahs still ply in the dead of the night…

The fast train still takes 40 minutes to reach Vasai from Andheri….

Vasai still is as easy going as it was when I left…and the College stands..still…

The FM stations still blare out nonsense by the dozen…how I missed them 😀 (arre o deva, bohla na devi prasad naiee hai, woh apni bhiwi ko leke manoranjan shopping ko gaya…wahaan saaree, kurta, dress material sab milta hai…. 😛 )

I had gone to Mumbai last weekend. Its a city I’ve called home for the past 22 years. I now live in Hyderabad. Its been around 5 months since I left Mumbai…and returning back, even for a brief period, was relief. One always believes that things change when you’re not around. Thankfully, it wasn’t so here. Its all still the same. Much to my immense pleasure.

ps : forgot to add one more thing, Mumbai Mirror, I don’t think their style of reporting will ever change…I don’t know if I should be glad for it or not 😛 Here’s a sample

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