In search of…….

Pssht!!! The rush of air was followed by the soft sound of the door opening. I was at the bus terminal, awaiting her arrival. I had replayed this scene a hundred times in my mind. Violins, angels, song..You name it. I eagerly looked at the footboard for her tiny little feet to appear! Crunch!!! A burly looking woman with a mean face looked at me. You must be (my Name).Not even a smile. . Certainly heard a lot about you. At least she made sure I did. Anyways I’m glad to have met you. She said the last line with such dismay that I felt bad for being in love with her daughter. Anyways the moment was complete when I did not even help her (my girl) lift the luggage, since I was busy talking to her mother. She worked day n night to keep us happy. Indeed I was happy. Not because she bought me things, not because we went together. Because every single time, she felt like crying ….she came running to me. I became her personal pillow to absorb all her tears. We shared lots together. Food, love, music, money, bed (;)). A few months later as I’m planning to move in with her, I look back at that day with a smile on my face. I can feel her warm breath on my chest …as she looks up at me with those starry wide eyes.She looks like an innocent child who is unsure of everything in this world except for one thing. Being with me . I feel so secure with her. I tell her, the first day was our best in Bangalore. I was never surer of our relation than when I saw your mother. Usually I would have made a smartass comment about such people. That day, for the first time I felt like calling her my Mom. Maybe we are stepping out of Social Norms by moving in together but then if I can keep her happy, then I have grown enough to conquer the world. Yes I agree that I’m scared. I keep having nightmares but none so scary to change my decision. Yes, people might talk. But then who does not like some controversy. And then there is sex. Any guy’s heaven. I feel sex is a wonder that god created to keep people on earth..otherwise they would go to Heaven looking for such absolute pleasures. Its not the pleasure that you experience. It is the journey to eternal bliss that I enjoy, hand in hand with her. Finally I would apologize to my parents for doing this, not because I’m doing the wrong thing. I apologize because I promised my mom before meeting her. I tried keeping this in line, but she makes me stutter, stammer, jabber, drool. I’d rather you see a normal me than a retarded me. . At least I’m happy Mama!!!

The Theif

in my room ... no one was der
so wen i came to my room... isaw the bathroom was lokd frm inside\
no one uses it othr tan me or amma
so i cald amma..
but no one responded
i told achan in d next room
he came running
he thot it was some theif out to get the gold
and thn ..... i cud hear bathroom noises... an i was pretty sure a theif wudnt use d bathroom
and thn ... my dad kickd open the door
and wat do v see...
appooppan crouching for cover
he s lyk... taazhe ammmooomma odnu..so....
ningal vilichadu njn ketilla
he s never coming upsatirs agn
he literally sat on d floor and myt have got the shock of his lifetym
luckily he s still alive
he s lyk... wondering shud i hide 'ente avidem' or my toothless mouth
u shid never curse like this booo
he cudnt evn run

Judgement Day

Yes the time's come.... I get judged tomorrow. The event happens through 5 hectic days. 5 Days of no sleep, no rest and a lot of stress. Don't know why but my mind's peaceful now.....kinda 'all is well' mode. Major memories whiz past my mind but i simply can't seem to focus on anything at the moment. A type of cerebral ataxia. I might make it through this time but to what extent? When will this struggling come to an end? I had my chance and I blew it. I feel ignored and depressed. Well actually not depressed but still caught between two worlds. I feel I'm having opium induced psychedelic thoughts although i haven't been in a mile radius of weed / opium. Well even that's not an accurate statement... my roomie is a major consumer:). He just wants to be happy all the time.
Yes, coming back to my miserable life .... I just wanna go home...hug my girl .....eat my mom's food and have a nice sleep on my bed. In this place everything's so complicated and everyone's so important. They can't even appreciate a good joke anymore.:(
Even then when I sit and think about it ..... its just a stupid mid term exam ...and I did write all this to waste both your and my time... Ciao:)

Inexperienced Writer

Two months into this new course, I realize that I've been wasting my life entirely on something useless.And that something is - Education. I find studies to be resource consuming and stress - giving. Why would people study when they could do the same through experience?

I'm saying all this since i realized my true calling- Music. I've been born to do music. NO, on a much serious note I think that half of the world's population should stop studying and start looking for experience.

Why would an inexperienced person like me...start preaching, you would wonder!! Well , I've been doing an MBA course for the past two months...And the only word I've been hearing is EXPERIENCE!! well i do lack that but do you people have to rub it my face?? When you study management the teacher says EXPERIENCE , when you study Finance the teacher says EXPERIENCE .... Even my fellow classmates boast about their experiences. IF you people like to have experienced people then why would you take in inexperienced graduates like me into your college...Just to make me feel bad eh??? Anyway the plans working out...I already feel like running away and to work my ass out in some stupid corporate before i come back and show them who's Boss!!... I'm no quitter and I'll fight against the system. I just wish more people would do the same..Then maybe we could form unions and conduct strikes and go for rally..and have lime juice together ..Free lime juice means everyone perks up..right...??? ASSHOLES!!! :P

Unwelcomed Visitor

Knock...knock... I had heard the sound. It was a fine sunday morning and i had got up late... no work or homework. One of those rare days which i got to do the things tat i wantd. And tat included a good sleep, late breakfast, Tv , a game of cards with my mates and finally a dinner at the Mcdonald s joint. Except for the dinner part i missed everyhting since i signed up for this new job. i had become fat ... and ti had noticed it long before my friedns had told me. My t shirts started showing flesh and my pants were way too tight... Anyway the onyl thing tat kept me happy was FOOD>... and i mean lots of food. Oh my i terribly missed my mother s cooking.
Any way i was drinking a COke when i heard the sound. And for the first time in my life i felt very un comfortable. I muted the tv and sat silently for the feeling to pass. Surprisingly it did not. i reached for an antacid but it kept falling out of my grasp. i had my coke in hand and i drank the whole thing in one gulp. SOon the feeling passed. I was panting and sweating. i turned my attention back to tv and again i heard the knocking sound.
I felt my nerves tingle. Is this wat i think it is?? SHould i call some one. should i go and hide somewhere/? Should i jump out of my window? too many thoughts filled my mind. I felt them swim here and there in my head. I had to shout to silence all of them. And then ....silence. As if i had screamed in front of a group of children. My thoughts suddnely stopped and focused on the immediate action to be followed. I had decided.
I got up(and my...tat took a lot of effort.) I was still sweating. i ate the tablets tat the doctors had given me. And before using the phone i listend sharply. I could still hear the sound...Knock KNock ... Open OPen... I felt the bile in my throat. iran to the toilet...and before opening the door, i threw up. it was blood. I took a towel cleaned myself up..and went back to the phone..More KNocking and this time with more viguor. finally as i heard the phone ring i lay back on the bed.
More panting.. more knocking. Finally after a long struggle ...the unwelcome visitor came and took me. Dr. Wilson on the other end of the phone was shouting at the top of his voice for someone to respomd ...but I was already dead. Victim to cholestrol accumulation. RIP

Midnight Cravings!!!

Old people said "everything happens for ur own good"..and i used to laugh at them....but now i have started to believe in them. All this started on a Wednesday night(maybe around 10 30 or somethin)when i saw a love film on the tv. It was a cheesy Bollywood film, but then it made me think of my girl.... Yes so i started day(rather nyt) dreaming about her..oh her luscious lips,,.. her hair.. her sweet voice... oh my gawd...!!! U myt think im a hopeless jerk.. but all i wanted to do was meet her and talk to her and...
hey!! wait a sec.. how could i meet her in the middle of the night...shit!!! I actually made up all kind of weird plans in my mind so tat i could silently creep out of my house and go visit her house at around 12. i wud go near her bedroom window(i was sure tat she had no dogs) and call her in her mob no..and she wud open her window..and we could talk till the sun woke up. i dint even realize tat her house is so far away and if i had to go silently ...i wud have to leave on foot and stuff...
Any way i made up my mind...got up.. went to take a quick shower..after all im goin to visit my girl... used lotta perfume.. shower etc etc.. dressed up decently...put my shoes on... then i waited..for my parents to sleep. As soon as i heard my dad;s snore i silently went downstairs and suddenly something flashed in my mind.
Conscience:hey this is wrong ..u r cheating ur parents.. they did not bring u uop for all tis.
But wat the hell..i never listned to my consciene
then it advised me...atleast call her and tell tat u r coming..so she'll stay awake...
ya ryt ..how come i forgot..so i crept backi nto my parents room and took my dads(myn never had balance)mob.....and dialled her no..beep beep the user u r trying to call is busy on another call ...please try again after sometym..:O :O :O
WTF??? at 12 am in the morning???? and she told me tat she was goin to bed early... after 10 mins (after coming up with a lot of rational explanations)i tried again...Switchd off..tat was it...i went back to my room...cahnged back into my night dress and send her 3 words so tat she would have a happy beginning to a new day.
next mornin my message read FUCK OFF BITCH!!!

Reminiscences of a Criminal

He walks into the class-a bustling place of activity- chalk fights, swearing contests, what not. None of the students notice that the hero of our story has entered the classroom, not that he expects it. Only Thomas wishes him “Hi da!”

Class continues as usual.

The boy in the front starts swearing at the boy in the back. The guys at the back laugh their heads off at an unsuspecting and innocent teacher. The guys in the middle row keep on alternatively gaping at the girls and laugh at the sick jokes made by the guys in the back. Well, the girls are in their own world.

But even in this diversity, there was unity among the students in one thing- they all faithfully performed one thing- Forgot that our Guy was alive and ignored him totally. Our Guy tried catching their attention by asking two or three doubts but even the teacher seemed to ignore him. Sumith who sat behind him kept on throwing chalks at a girl who sat in front of our Guy and that kept on hitting our Guy instead. He felt at par with his classmates and was friendly with them. He felt his fraternal feeling was not reciprocated. The class tried as much as they could to avoid him. He, on the other hand, made huge sacrifices (without the class’s knowledge, of course) so that his friends were not punished while he rotted away in the Principal’s office. He kept on thinking about things he would like to say to his classmates to express his love for them.

“What is the difference between traveler’s cheque and personal cheque? You in the middle...What’s your name??”

The Guy gets up and blinks at the Front Office teacher.
“I want the answer Mister” shouts the teacher. More blinking, and the commentary starts from the corners.

Our Guy would stand again .And when the class was over, he would sit again. When the day was over he would lumber along to the bus and pull his concession card out of the bag. He would then lean onto the bars, looking out of the bars. It would be the same next day as well. Monotonous life it was.

His life went on. They entered into their second year of college life. Juniors came. They were scared to come near their seniors and the seniors were struck with wonder on seeing their tiny juniors. But all this did not affect the regular monotonous life of our Guy.
He never went near them. He was not attracted even by the prettiest girl. He went on with his own business. Blinking at teachers and tolerating nasty remarks.

One day during a boring theory class, the Principal and HOD stormed into the classroom. They seemed agitated, frustrated and what not. Our Guy knew that something big must have happened. Someone had manhandled a junior in a dark corridor after class hours. It was a known fact that it was done by Ishant due to some problems he had with the junior. But no one dared to speak of it. Ishant was one the most popular guys in the college. Even the seniors adored him. Girls loved him. As rightly remarked by a faculty “He was the Gem of the college.”

The junior did not know who the person was; due to the lack of light. All he could identify was the red color of the scarf that goes along with the chef coat, worn only by the second years. Our Guy now understood why the Principal and HOD had come. They had come to investigate. If the culprit was found a dismissal order would soon reach his home. Tension spread around the class like wild fire.

Another usual day dawned as usual. The students came to class as usual. The only unusual thing was that our Guy had not come to class. But every one was too busy noticing that, all of them were discussing about last day’s incident. Suddenly hot news spread around. Someone had owned up for the crime. Everyone wanted to see who the person was. There, in midst of all the staff stood Our Guy. His face was as blank as ever. He dared not look up. All the students were talking excitedly. Some couldn’t even recognize him.

The police had been called for. Actions had been taken. He was suspended for the time being. He would be later dismissed. Criminal case would be charged against him. His parents were notified. None of the students understood why he owned up for something he did not do. But no one knew the thought put behind this action of his. No one ever gave him the attention that he craved for. And he found this as the only way

He left the college in front of his teachers and students with his head down, but deep within, he was smiling to himself. He had been noticed, even by the prettiest girl in the college. They now knew his name. He was for once the happiest person in the college….

P.S: All of the author’s well wishers and friends should henceforth protect him at all times due to complications arising out of this seeming blasphemy.