Getting Married Part-IV

(Continuation of "Getting Married Part-III")
I walk and walk and walk, cover miles together. I remember those days when we could not even bear a separation of a day. We would spend our summer vacations together, half of the time at her grandparents place and the other half at mine.
Where have those days gone?

With tears streaming down my face, I wander aimlessly. I feel a surge of energy… The energy caused by the anger in me… Energy so enormous, that I am scared that it may be devastating. I have exhaust this energy before it makes me lose my temper, before it makes me shout and before it makes me lose control of myself.

I look at my surroundings. I realize that I’m just a block away from home. I walk towards home. Instead of going inside, I pull out the gardening tools from the garage and begin to pull out weeds. I continue with my work paying no heed to the scorching sun and the sultry weather. By the time my temper cools down, our backyard is free from weeds.

****

It’s been two days since I have heard from Radhika. I was too angry to meet her. I did not want to shout at her and upset her. But now, I have some good news to share and the first person who comes to my mind is, my closest friend, Radhika. I pick up the phone and dial her number.
“Hi Sweetie!” she coos into the receiver, “You will live for thousand years. I was just thinking of talking to you.”
“You know what?” I say excitedly.
“What?” she asks with enthusiasm.
“I can’t tell it over phone. Shall we go to the pantry for coffee?”
“Would have loved to!” she sighs, “but I am not in the office, dear.”
“Where are you?”
“I am in Visakhapatnam. Thought of telling you…”
The rest of the conversation goes over my head. Why has she become like this? How much time will it take for her to tell me that she’s going out of station? Things like these have never happened before. Who is responsible for all this? Siddhu… That stupid! That fool! Who is he to separate us, the best of friends? I am very angry with him. I feel like hitting him, banging his head onto the wall and say, “She is MY friend. We have known each other since childhood. You can’t separate us like this.” Instead I ask her to convey my “Hi!” to him. Life is full of irony and sarcasm!

****

During Radhika’s absence, I have been getting closer to another colleague of mine. Her name is Bhavana. She sits right next to me in office. She’s a very shy and reserved girl. She had always wanted to be friends with me, but Radhika hated her. So, even I did not pay much attention to her but now she’s the only friend I have. For the first time in my life, I am doing things without telling Radhika. Bhavana and I spend a lot of time together, having a lot of fun.

One day when I enter our floor in the office, I am welcomed by the sound of laughter. A huge group of people was sitting at Bhavana’s desk. While I am walking past them to my cubicle, Bhavana stops me to introduce me to them.
“We did our BCA together,” she says, “Tomorrow is the wedding of Sanjay, another classmate of ours. We are discussing on what to buy for him.”
“Oh! May be you could get him a ring,” I suggest.
“He already has one and will get one more soon,” replies one guy with a twinkling in his eye.
“Then may be we could buy…”
He interrupts me and continues, “He has the ‘engagement ring’ now and he will get ‘suffer-ring’ tomorrow.”

Everyone burst into laughter. The conversation flows around the same topic. These comments trigger a stream of thoughts into my mind. I start feeling uncomfortable because of them.
“Excuse me!” I say, “I need to begin my work before my boss sees me idling.”
“Hey! Sit with us for sometime,” begs Bhavana, “Our manager has not come to the office yet.”
“But I still have a lot of pending tasks,” I lie and before they can persuade me further, I rush into my cubicle. But I can still hear bits of their conversation.

“Poor thing! He will lose his freedom tomorrow.”
“Another bakra in our group!”
“I have just sent him a mail asking him to enjoy his last day!”
“From now on he has to go home early to report to his life-time boss!”

Laughter and laughter! All this makes me feel so sick from inside.
(The story seems to be endless! Thanks for your patience! It will be continued in "Getting Married Part-V")

Awesome Song with Translation

This is the song that's on my lips these days. It's a song from the Tamil film 'Mozhi'
I have tried translating it to English. I hope I have done a good job.

kannaal pesum penne enai mannippaayaa
Oh Girl who speaks through her eyes! Will you forgive me?
kavidhai thamizhil kaettaen enai mannippaayaa
I have asked you through Tamil poetry, will you forgive me?
salavai seidha nilave enai mannippaayaa
Oh Spotless moon! Will you forgive me?
siru thavarai thavari seidhaen enai mannippaayaa
I have done a mistake by mistake. Will you forgive me?
enadhukkorikkai nee keladi keladi unadhu kovangalum enadi
Listen! Listen to my desire. Why are you angry?
unadhu sillenra kan paaradi paaradi enadhu saabangalai theeradi
Look! Look at me through your cooling eyes. Relieve me of my curses...
kannaal pesum penne enai mannippaayaa
Oh Girl who speaks through her eyes! Will you forgive me?
oru kavidhai thamizhil kaettaen enai mannippaayaa
I have asked you through Tamil poetry, will you forgive me?

nilaa pesuvadhillai adhu orukkurai illaiye aah
Moon does not speak, but it is not at all a limitation
kurai azhagenru kondaal vaazkayil engum pizhai illaiye
If we consider every limitation as beauty, our life will be ideal
penne arindhu kondaen iyalbae azhagu enbaen
Sweetheart, I have realized that being natural is the most beautiful
poovai varaindhu adhile meesai varaiya maattaen
After drawing a flower, I will not draw a moustache on it
mounam pesumbothu saththam kaetka maattaen
I will not look for sound when silence is talking
moonrampiraiyinullae nilavai thaeda maattaen
I will not look for Full-moon in a crescent moon
vaazhvao thuvarkudhadi vayasoa kasakkudhadi
My life has become tasteless and my adulthood is tasting bitter
saigaiyilae enai manniththu saabam theeradi
Please relieve my curse through your gestures
O I am sorry, I am sorry I am sorry
O oh I am sorry, I am sorry I am sorry
O I am sorry, I am sorry I am sorry
O oh I am sorry, I am sorry I am sorry

kannaal pesum penne enai mannippaayaa
Oh Girl who speaks through her eyes! Will you forgive me?
kavidhai thamizhil kaettaen enai mannippaayaa
I have asked you through Tamil poetry, will you forgive me?


engae kurunagai engae kurumbugal engae kooradi O
Where is the smile? Where is the mischief-maker?
kannil kadal konda kannil puyal chinnam aedho theriyudhadi
In the eyes… In the eyes that's filled with love, there's a sign of storm
sella konjal vaendaam chinna chinungal poadhum
Pampering-Cuddling is not required, a small tantrum will do
paarthu pazhaga vaendaam paadhi chirippu poadhum
No need to see and get acquainted, a half-grin will do
kaarappaarvai vaendam orappaarvaippoadhum
No need of glaring stares, a side-glance will do
vaasal thirakka vaendaam jannal mattum poadhum
No need to open the door, only a window will do
vaazhkkai kadakkudhadi naatkal nanaikkudhadi
Life is standstill… Days are dragging by
irukkannaal en vaazhvai nee eeram seiyadi
Bring color into my life through both of your eyes
O I am sorry, I am sorry I am sorry
O oh I am sorry, I am sorry I am sorry
O I am sorry, I am sorry I am sorry
O oh I am sorry, I am sorry I am sorry


kannaal pesum penne enai mannippaayaa
Oh Girl who speaks through her eyes! Will you forgive me?
kavidhai thamizhil kaettaen enai mannippaayaa
I have asked you through Tamil poetry, will you forgive me?
salavai seidha nilave enai mannippaayaa
Oh Spotless moon! Will you forgive me?
siru thavarai thavari seidhaen enai mannippaayaa
I have done a mistake by mistake. Will you forgive me?
enadhukkorikkai nee keladi keladi unadhu kovangalum enadi
Listen! Listen to my desire. Why are you angry?
unadhu sillenra kan paaradi paaradi enadhu saabangalai theeradi
Look! Look at me through your cooling eyes. Relieve me of my curses...

Thank you

On the occasion of Thanks-giving, this is for all my family and friends

Thank you my dear
For lending your ear,
Whenever I had problems.

Thank you for encouraging me,
Whenever I was depressed.

Thank you for supporting me,
Whenever I was right.

Thank you for correcting me,
Whenever I was wrong.

Thank you for caring and loving me.
Thank you… thank you… thank you…
I hope I’m reciprocating the same.Thank you very much, once again.

Awesome Song!

kannaal pesum penne enai mannippaayaa
kavidhai thamizhil kaettaen enai mannippaayaa
salavai seidha nilave enai mannippaayaa
siru thavarai thavari seidhaen enai mannippaayaa
enadhukkorikkai nee keladi keladi unadhu kovangalum enadi
unadhu sillenra kan paaradi paaradi enadhu saabangalai theeradi

No one Cares!

We don't care. for the people who care for us...
And the person whom we care for, does not care for us at all!

This is reality!

Getting Married Part-III

(Continuation of "Getting Married Part-II")
How could I forget that! She should have been happily married to Bhaskar if it were not for…

If Bhaskar’s mother fell ill after their engagement, was that Shilpi’s mistake? If his brother met with an accident, should she be blamed for it? Well, that’s what happened and ultimately the engagement was broken.

Amma’s words brought me back to the present. She was saying something about prayers and temples.
“I was not listening to you,” I admit to Amma, “What were you talking about?”
“I was telling that we all will pray to God everyday,” said Amma, “that nothing unpleasant should happen to the groom’s family and that Radhika’s wedding should happen uneventfully.”
“Yes, ma, I will. Shall we start from today?”
“Okay then. Let’s go to the temple this evening, once you return from office.”
She needs all our best wishes, our prayers and blessings. In fact, every bride-to-be needs all these, to protect her from the harshness of the principles of the society.
Why is life so partial!



“What’s wrong with you again?” asks Amma, seeing me toss my food around the plate.
“I can’t understand this girl at all.” I say.
“Which girl?”
“Don’t pretend to be ignorant,” I shout, “you very well know whom I’m referring to.”
“What happened between you and Radhika again?” she asks.
I try my best to control my fury. How can someone’s priority’s change so abruptly, so selfishly! How can someone behave so rudely!

I put my head on Amma’s lap and cry to my heart’s content. She patiently listens to my tale of woes.

“Everybody who knows Radhika knows that she’s a huge huge fan of Abhishek Bachchan. Her room is full of her posters. She never misses watching any of his movies.”
“Yes,” Amma agrees, “Now don’t tell me that you have fallen in love with Abhishek Bachchan.”
In spite of myself, I laughed at her silly joke.
“I got her first-day, first-show tickets for the movie ‘Guru’,” I continue, “as a surprise gift for her birthday and she refused to accompany me.”
“But why?” Amma asks in a surprise.
“She said she was meeting her Siddhu in the morning and will spend the entire day with him.”
“That’s so obvious.”
“What’s so obvious? Ditching a childhood friend for a two-month old fiancé?”
I rush out of the house unable to bear the reality. Will I also behave in the same manner, if I were engaged? Will I forget the whole world? Will my whole world be him and only him?

I walk and walk and walk, cover miles together and tire myself. I remember those days when we could not even bear a separation of a day. We would spend our summer vacations together, half of the time at her grandparents place and the other half at mine.
Where have those days gone?

(Sorry for this lengthy narrative.... It will be continued in "Getting Married Part-IV")

Happy Birthday!

Happy Birthday, my sweethearts,

my two cutie little darlings,

my sweetiepies,

my koochie-koochie, naughty-naughty sisters!

Hope my Ganguram and Yeh-munna had loads of fun today! :-)

I love you.. I love you... I simply adore you... I can't stay without you...

Do you think I will say all this?? No way! ;-)

RANK & DENSE_RANK

Thanks to my new friend, Susanta, I got an opportunity to learn something new in SQL. Fortunately for me, Purna, as always, was at hand, to help and we took help also from Purna’s thatha i.e; Google.

Jokes apart, here’s the problem:
There is a student table with columns name and marks. We need to find the names of all students who have got third rank.
Solution:-- Suppose we want names of all students
-- along with their ranks in classes -- using the "MARKS" column
-- Ordered by the ranks
-- Using RANK() function, we need to explicitly sort the ranks
SELECT NAME
, marks
, RANK () OVER (ORDER BY marks) student_rank
FROM student_table
ORDER BY student_rank;-- Using DENSE_RANK() function,
-- the sorting of the ranks is done automatically
SELECT NAME
, marks
, DENSE_RANK () OVER (ORDER BY marks) student_rank
FROM student_table ;
-- Suppose we want the names of all students
-- who have got third rank,
-- we can write the query like this
-- by using RANK() functionselect * from
(SELECT NAME
, marks
, RANK () OVER (ORDER BY marks) student_rank
FROM student_table
ORDER BY student_rank) temporary_table
where student_rank=3--Using DENSE_RANK function,
--it can be written like this
select * from
(SELECT NAME
, marks
, DENSE_RANK () OVER (ORDER BY marks) student_rank
FROM student_table) temporary_table
where student_rank=3
So, here’s more about RANK and DENSE_RANK functions, courtesy, http://www.techonthenet.com/


Oracle/PLSQL: Rank Function

In Oracle/PLSQL, the rank function returns the rank of a value in a group of values. It is very similar to the DENSE_RANK function. However, the rank function can cause non-consecutive rankings if the tested values are the same. Whereas, the DENSE_RANK function will always result in consecutive rankings.
The rank function can be used two ways - as an Aggregate function or as an Analytic function.

Syntax #1 - Used as an Aggregate FunctionAs an Aggregate function, the rank returns the rank of a row within a group of rows.

The syntax for the rank function when used as an Aggregate function is:
rank( expression1, ... expression_n )
WITHIN GROUP ( ORDER BY expression1, ... expression_n )
expression1 .. expression_n can be one or more expressions which identify a unique row in the group.

Note:
There must be the same number of expressions in the first expression list as there is in the ORDER BY clause.The expression lists match by position so the data types must be compatible between the expressions in the first expression list as in the ORDER BY clause.

For Example:select rank(1000, 500) WITHIN GROUP (ORDER BY salary, bonus)
from employees;The SQL statement above would return the rank of an employee with a salary of $1,000 and a bonus of $500 from within the employees table.

Syntax #2 - Used as an Analytic FunctionAs an Analytic function, the rank returns the rank of each row of a query with respective to the other rows.

The syntax for the rank function when used as an Analytic function is:
rank() OVER ( [ query_partition_clause] ORDER BY clause )

For Example:select employee_name, salary,
rank() OVER (PARTITION BY department ORDER BY salary)
from employees
where department = 'Marketing';
The SQL statement above would return all employees who work in the Marketing department and then calculate a rank for each unique salary in the Marketing department. If two employees had the same salary, the rank function would return the same rank for both employees.

However, this will cause a gap in the ranks (ie: non-consecutive ranks). This is quite different from the DENSE_RANK function which generates consecutive rankings.

Reference: http://www.techonthenet.com/oracle/functions/rank.php


Oracle/PLSQL: Dense_Rank Function
In Oracle/PLSQL, the dense_rank function returns the rank of a row in a group of rows. It is very similar to the RANK function. However, the RANK function can cause non-consecutive rankings if the tested values are the same. Whereas, the dense_rank function will always result in consecutive rankings.
The dense_rank function can be used two ways - as an Aggregate function or as an Analytic function.

Syntax #1 - Used as an Aggregate Function
As an Aggregate function, the dense_rank returns the dense rank of a row within a group of rows.
The syntax for the dense_rank function when used as an Aggregate function is:
dense_rank( expression1, ... expression_n )
WITHIN GROUP ( ORDER BY expression1, ... expression_n )
expression1 .. expression_n can be one or more expressions which identify a unique row in the group.
Note:There must be the same number of expressions in the first expression list as there is in the ORDER BY clause.The expression lists match by position so the data types must be compatible between the expressions in the first expression list as in the ORDER BY clause.

For Example:
select dense_rank(1000, 500)
WITHIN GROUP (ORDER BY salary, bonus)
from employees;
The SQL statement above would return the dense rank of an employee with a salary of $1,000 and a bonus of $500 from within the employees table.
Syntax #2 - Used as an Analytic FunctionAs an Analytic function, the dense_rank returns the rank of each row of a query with respective to the other rows.

The syntax for the dense_rank function when used as an Analytic function is:
dense_rank() OVER ( [ query_partition_clause] ORDER BY clause )

For Example:select employee_name, salary,
dense_rank() OVER (PARTITION BY department ORDER BY salary)from employees
where department = 'Marketing';The SQL statement above would return all employees who work in the Marketing department and then calculate a rank for each unique salary in the Marketing department. If two employees had the same salary, the dense_rank function would return the same rank for both employees.

1. Reference: http://www.techonthenet.com/oracle/functions/dense_rank.php

Blink! Blink!

"Blink your eyes twenty times."
"What for?"
"Else it may rain.. "

Well, I did blink my eyes... and to be frank... it's a very nice way to fight back the tears that are ready to burst out.

Getting Married, Part-II

(Continuation of the post "Getting Married")

“Are you still angry with me?” asks Radhika.
“Of course not,” I reply and add, “What you did, was absolutely right?”
“Where is Siddharth working?”
“In Visakhapatnam.”
“But our company does not have a branch there.”
Radhika nods and is already lost in thought.

Why does the girl always have to be the sufferer? She is always made to adjust. Will the guy resign his job and look out for a new one in the city where the bride is working? Except in very rare cases, it is a big NO-NO.

“Radhika, in a way it is much better than going to the US,” I say, trying to cheer her up.
“Yes,” she agrees, “At least I will not be among foreigners and in a strange culture. In places like the US, I will have to do all the household work myself.”
“You will have to call and ask Auntie what has to be done during festivals…”
“And I don’t even know how to make Payasam or vadas.”
“There will be no mother-in-law with you, to teach our special delicacies to you.”
“Forget all that, most important of all, I will never be able stay that far from Mummy-Papa.”

Radhika seems relieved.
“Visakhapatnam is just a 18 hr journey from home,” I say.
“Hmm… Whenever I feel homesick, I will come and spend a week with you all and return happy.”

Home. What will be home for her? Her Husband’s place or her parents’ place?


“How is Radhika?” asks Amma, “She hardly visit us these days.”
“She must be fine,” I answer with a frown.
“Must be?” emphasizes Amma, “Have you both fought?”
“Nothing like that. She is always busy with her Siddhu.”
“Siddhu? You mean her fiancé?”
I nod.
“Don’t feel bad, dear!” says Amma trying to console me.
I feel bad, very bad for losing a nice friend like her. These days she hardly talks to me. Even in her busy schedule she can find time for her Siddhu, but none for me. Why should I not feel bad?

“When is the wedding?” asks Amma.
“In six months’ time,” I reply.
“Six months is too long a period,” ponders Amma.
“I don’t think so. It will help them understand each other better,” I retort back. I am used to supporting Radhika even when she’s wrong. I am very possessive and protective about her.

“I was not saying from that perspective.”
“Then?”
“You know what happened to Shilpi.”

How could I forget that! She should have been happily married to Bhaskar if it were not for…

(to be continued in "Getting Married, Part-III)

Dear Husband-to-be,

Thanks to one of my MCA friends, I chance upon a very nice message to a husband-to-be.

Here it is:

The woman in your life...very well expressed...

Tomorrow you may get a working woman,
but you should marry with these facts as well.

Here is a girl, who is as much educated as you are;

Who is earning almost as much as you do;

One, who has dreams and aspirations
just as you have because she is as human as you are;

One, who has never entered the kitchen in her life
just like you or your Sister haven't,
as she was busy in studies and competing in a system
that gives no special concession to girls for their culinary achievements

One, who has lived and loved her parents & brothers & sisters,
almost as much as you do for 20-25 years of her life;

One, who has bravely agreed to leave behind all that,
her home, people who love her,
to adopt your home, your family, your ways and even your family name

One, who is somehow expected to be a master-chef from day #1,
while you sleep oblivious to her predicament
in her new circumstances, environment and that kitchen

One, who is expected to make the tea, first thing in the morning
and cook food at the end of the day,
even if she is as tired as you are, maybe more,
and yet never ever expected to complain;

to be a servant, a cook, a mother, a wife, even if she doesn't want to;

and is learning just like you are as to what you want from her;

and is clumsy and sloppy at times
and knows that you won't like it
if she is too demanding, or if she learns faster than you;

One, who has her own set of friends,
and that includes boys and even men at her workplace too,
those, who she knows from school days
and yet is willing to put all that on the back-burners
to avoid your irrational jealousy, unnecessary competition and your inherent insecurities;

Yes, she can drink and dance
just as well as you can,
but won't, simply because you won't like it,
even though you say otherwise

One, who can be late from work
once in a while when deadlines,
just like yours, are to be met;

One, who is doing her level best
and wants to make this most important relationship, in her entire life, a grand success,
if you just help her some and trust her;

One, who just wants one thing from you,
as you are the only one she knows in your entire house
- your unstinted support, your sensitivities
and most importantly - your understanding,
or love, if you may call it.

But not many guys understand this...

Getting married!

The cell phone beeped and there was an SMS. An SMS from one of my closest degree friends. It just had three words: "I got engaged." This aroused a mixture of emotions in me. Though we both parted right after our BSc., we were in touch through phone and e-mail. She would make it a point to call me every now and then. And it was through her special interest that we met at least twice a year. I hope she feels that even I have reciprocated her affection and love.

With most of my childhood friends, college friends, PG friends and colleagues getting married, a thought occurred to me. These friends have inspired me to write this story. All the characters in this narration are fictitious but some of the incidents have been influenced by the real-life experiences.



“I got engaged.”

These are the only three words in the SMS. I cannot believe my eyes. My best friend, Radhika, has got engaged and I don’t even have a clue about it. Bad! Very Bad! I give her a call immediately. But the line is busy.

An hour later, I try her number; it is still busy. I send her an SMS, asking her to call me at once. Another hour has gone by and I am yet to receive a call from her. I get irritated. I rush to get down two floors to find her.

Radhika and I have been friends since childhood. We have been residing in the same lane, studied at the same school, completed our graduation together and by sheer luck got placed in the same company.

She is busy listening to songs.
“Hey! Why didn’t you call me back?” I ask her in anger, “What’s wrong with your mobile?”

She turns around and puts a finger on her lips gesturing me to be calm. My eyes fall on the mobile on her lap. She is not listening to songs; those are the earphones of her mobile. I try grabbing the cell while she tries her best to pull it away from me. She mumbles something into the mouthpiece and ends her call.

“Why did you do that?” she asks.
“Do what?”
“Snatched my cell?”
“I have been trying to reach you for the past two hours.”
“Oh! I am sorry,” she says and adds sheepishly, “I was talking to Siddhu.”
I try to place the name.
“Siddhu?”
“Siddharth, my fiancé.”

The word ‘fiancé’ reminds me of the real reason why I wanted to meet her.

“You get engaged,” I say and add, “and your best friend does not even get to know about it.”
“I am so sorry, dear,” she replies, “Let me explain.”


I am on my bed trying to grasp what Radhika has told me. I remember the first time when Radhika’s parents found a match for her. What was his name? Vinay. We all had a look at his photos, chatted with him through Yahoo and Gtalk and spoke with him over phone. During those days, Radhika was the sole target of our discussion. We would tease her day and night. Though initially reluctant for marriage, after getting acquainted with Vinay, she accepted the reality that she had to get married some day.

On the day of the engagement, everyone was very excited. We had invited all our close relatives and friends. Radhika had a blushing glow on her face. She looked gorgeous in her pink sari. Just before the function, Radhika’s parents were in a very serious talk with Vinay’s parents. We saw the unpleasant side of them. They were finding fault with each and everything. No one was able to understand what was in their minds. All of a sudden, Vinay intervened and declared that he did not want to marry Radhika. He said that he was going to the US for an onsite assignment and would be away from home for at least 3 years. We insisted that the engagement be done and then we would have the wedding after he returned. But he refused. Everyone was heart-broken.

I vividly remember the way Radhika had reacted to the situation. Though her life was shattered, she never lost her calm. She continued with her day-to-day activities. But the people around her never forgot the incident. She was always reminded of her broken-engagement in their pitiful and sympathetic looks.

After a couple of months, we got a wedding card from one of our common friends and colleague, Priya. We were shocked to know that the bridegroom was the same Vinay. We realized that Priya got to know of Vinay through Radhika. While Radhika and Vinay were courting, Priya started sending mails and messages to him. They started liking each other. And before Vinay could realize what was going on, he was already deeply in love with her. But his parents had fixed his wedding with Radhika. He eventually convinced his parents and they agreed as she was from a richer family. But why did they play all that drama? They could have told everything frankly. Yes, it would hurt, but at least it would have been better than the hypocrisy. Why did Vinay hide the truth from Radhika and continued to fake love?

Amidst all these thoughts, I drift into asleep.

(Continued in "Getting Married, Part-II")

A date?

I looked around me. In the dim lights, I could see only silhouettes. Why was I imagining couples glued to each other or holding hands? I looked at him, sitting beside me. How were we different from them?


It was his idea to go for a movie. He had been watching this movie every week. This was probably his 4th or 5th time. Last time we came here, it was already late for the morning show. So, we had to return disappointed. But this week, we had made it just in time.

Once we got the tickets, we stood outside the entrance of the theatre. I observed that all the people around us where college students, who had probably bunked college and come for the movie. We got in and took the stairs to the balcony section. When we waited to get inside the cinema hall, I could not help myself looking out for my friends. What if one of our colleague or college mate saw us? What would we say? Well, I had never hidden anything from my family, but none of my friends knew about him. We would probably cook up some story by saying that two of our other friends were on their way to join us for the movie.

When we entered the cinema hall, we were ushered to the very first row in the balcony. To our surprise we had been allocated sofa seats, mainly intended for couples. I looked at him. He understood me.
"I can shift to another seat," he said, "once the movie starts."

Would I feel in the same manner if I had come with any of my other friends(boys)? I would have nicely sat next to him. Then why did I feel hesitant to sit beside this person? We knew each other better than anyone else in the whole world, then why was I feeling awkward?

We sat beside each other in a very uncomfortable manner. I put my handbag between us to give us some more distance and to avoid touching.


The sudden start of the movie brought me back to the present. While the titles were shown I looked around me. To my left, there were two aunties sitting in the sofa adjacent to ours. I turned to my right. I could see his profile. He pretended to be engrossed in the movie. He sat cross-legged with his elbow perched on the arm-rest and his hand supporting the face.

Did I do the right thing by coming to this movie with him? He had commented that he liked watching movies alone and this particular movie was close to his heart. He simply adored the heroine. Would I be able to tolerate him ogling at her for three full hours?

As an answer to my unsaid question, he replied, "Don't look at me like that. I am feeling conscious of myself looking at her". He was pointing to his 'Darling' on screen. I sighed.

Soon I got so engrossed in the narrative that I forgot every one's presence, including the one with whom I had come for the movie. Some of the scenes reminded me of my childhood, the days spent with my grandparents etc. It was an emotional movie and it was quite an attempt from my side, to control my tears. At the corner of my eye, I could see him crying too.

By the time it was interval, both of us were was sniffing and trying our level best to hide our tears and behave normally.
"How's the movie?" he asked
"Great!"
"See, didn't I tell you so?"
"Yes, you did," I agreed.
"How's she in the movie? She acted well, right?"
I had to reluctantly accept the fact. Then he proceeded to explain the scenes that he liked the most, the dresses in which his 'Darling' looked awesome etc. etc.

After some moments, seeing the expression on my face, he burst out laughing.
"Why are you laughing like that?" I asked.
"If you see your face in the mirror now," he chuckled,"even you will laugh."
"What's wrong with my face?" I asked innocently, "Is there something stuck to my nose?"
"No, my stupid little brat, " he cooed, lowering his tone, "There is no need to be jealous of that heroine. She is after all a crush, but, you..."
"But I?" I asked excitedly.

Before he could reply, his mobile rang and the conversation ended abruptly.

I suddenly became aware of someone staring at me. I turned to my left to see the two aunties appraising us. They must be thinking that we were also love-birds like the others in the cinema hall. It was so embarrassing. As soon as his call ended, I told him about this.
"Shall I sit in the next row?" he offered.
Before I could answer, he continued, "If I go, everyone will think we have had a fight." There was a twinkle in his eye.
"Or worse," I added giggling, "they may feel that you misbehaved with me. That is why, I drove you away!" We both burst into laughter. All the awkwardness melted away. We sat together with ease through the rest of the movie.


It was a lot more fun to watch the movie while he commented on the scenes. Before we knew it, the curtains fell. We reluctantly left the cinema hall.

It was time for our office; hence we parted ways at the gate of the cinema theatre. He walked towards the bus stop to take a bus while I waited for an auto.

I turned back to see him leave. His left hand rotating the umbrella and the other hand running a hand through his hair. Wish I could see his face for another time before I left! As if he had heard me, he turned around to meet my gaze. I could see the longing in face. I could read his eyes; they said he too wanted to spend some more time with me.

Meanwhile an auto stopped and involuntarily I got into it. He frowned and looked so helpless.

"Bhaiyya," I told the auto driver, "Paradise hotel, but we have to pick up that person first."
As my beloved got into the auto, I felt like giving him a tight bear-hug, instead I held his hands in mine.
"Thanks, dear!" he said.
"What for?"
"I took a day's leave just to spend time with you. I wondering how I would spend the rest of the day without you." I did not even know that he took an off from office. So sweet of him!

"Work will always be there," I said, "But moments like this will never return. We will have our lunch together and then go to the Book Fair held at Basheer Bagh. What say?"
"This will be one of the best days of mine."
I was too overjoyed to talk. All I could do was to nod enthusiastically.

It happened on a rainy evening!

With my mind in turmoil, I rush out of the house. The weather outside is also the same- full of thunderbolts and lightning. It's 5:45 and the library closes by 7. Will I reach in time? I will have to return the books by any means. The due on them is more than Rs.50. With all these things in my mind, I close the gate and get onto the street. I look skywards to see huge nimbus clouds. The horizon towards Mehdipatnam bus stop is thickly covered with clouds as far as I can see.

I walk towards the bus stop. My new slippers are pinching me but the pain in a way seems pleasureable. Atleast it gives me reason to cry. My eyes are filled with tears. Why does everything go wrong with me? Though I have been slogging like a donkey since morning, I get scoldings from everyone for not doing my work.

Tears spill out of my eyes. While I try wiping them away, huge drops of rain fall on me. Is the sky crying for me? Or it does not want anyone to know that I am crying? It starts to drizzle. The rain pricks my skin. It trickles down my nape onto my back. I do have an umbrella. But why should I use it? Do I want to fall sick? Atleast then people will start caring for me. But no. I will NOT fall sick. I don't want to be dependent on anyone. I need my health the most. Only if I am healthy, I can face to fight the world. I unfurl my umbrella, a black one, and walk upright. I make sure that my books don't get wet.

I reach the bus stop just as a bus is about to leave. As I get in, the driver and conductor get out. I will have to wait. It's close to six. Will I reach the library on time? I don't want any new books but will I have enough time to return these and pay the fine?

A couple of minutes pass, before the conductor gets in. She starts issuing the tickets. But where is the driver? He is nowhere to be seen. I feel like crying again. I have to control myself. I am no more a school kid. I am old enough to be a mother of one. I mock at myself.

The bus driver gets in and starts adjusting the mirror. He lazily starts the bus and drives it at a snail's pace. By the time we get out of the bus stop, the drizzle has become a heavy downpour. I have consciously taken an aisle seat. I will not be drenched by the water dripping through the half-shut window.

There is traffic jam at each and every signal. On most of the roads, the water level has risen. We are moving slowly and steadily. I am beginning to like the driver. He is stopping at each bus stop and waiting patiently for all the passengers to get in. He even stops in between stops for old people or ladies. He seems to be a caring person. I feel like appreciating his efforts.

It's 6:40 and there are two more stops to go. Will I reach on time? What if I dont? I will take another bus and return. A lady with a baby gets into the bus and I get up to give her my seat. She gives me a victorious smile which means:"Arey Buddhu! See how chaalu I am to get a seat!" I should not have got up. But old habits die hard. How can people not appreciate a good gesture! I am standing behind the driver's seat. During a turn, I almost fall down. I somehow manage to balance myself. The driver gives me look that seems to say: "Why are you standing here?" or "Don't you know how to stand?" No one cares for me.

My stop has come. I jump from the last step of the bus onto the pavement. There's water everywhere. I wonder if the signal is red, so that I can cross easily. But I can't see anything. It's already dark and it's also raining very heavily. Twice I try crossing and suddenly a vehicle vrooms past and I am forced to get back onto the pavement. Finally, the signal turns red or I assume it to be red as all the vehicles halt at the zebra-crossing. I quickly cross one half of the road. I am underneath the Secretariat flyover now. There are loads of two-wheelers parked and people waiting for the rain to stop.

While I am crossing the other half, I realize that the water, on the road, came above my ankles. I quickly reach the other side of the road. I am on the pavement walking towards the gate. I am shocked to see that the water is almost on level with the footpath. There is a man in front of me, folding his trousers almost upto his knees. I follow him to get down the footpath to get inside the compound. At the corner of the road, a car is stuck in the mud. The driver raises the engine but the vehicle refuses to budge. I try not to get disheartened and I don't want to look at the watch.

Holding the gate railing, for support, I get down the footpath and get in. There are lots of people standing at the entrance of the library. Everybody is waiting for the rain to stop. I close my umbrella and stop at the security. I take my books out and show him my card.

The entire floor of the library is dirty with footprints of the muddy boots and slippers. I directly go to the issue/return counter to return my books. The librarian says that the due amount is Rs.54. I go to the next counter to pay the due.

Now I can look at the time. It's 6:55PM. I decided that I would not take anymore books. Enough of rushing to return them, even though I dont complete reading them. I know, I will not have time for any of my hobbies. Life's cruel!

Yet my love for books attract me to the shelves. I go around just to get the feel of being in the library. First I look at the Agatha Christie novels to see if "One, Two, Buckle my shoe" is on the rack. As expected, it isn't.

All the lights are switched off, an indicator for the closure of the library. I walk towards the exit. It's crowded with people. I find my way out. The security guard guides me to a shelter outside the library. I stand there.

The rain has not stopped. Infact the water level on the roads have increased. The water is now on the pavements as well. How am I going to find my way to the bus stop? There may be open manholes on the road. I get very nervous. What if I were to stay here till the rain stops? But it is already 7:15. It is not that safe. If someone were with me now, it would be a great moral support to me. But who will accompany me? The one soul who said, would come, broke the promise as usual. What if I call up and ask? Then what? It will only worsen the situation. Are you ready to hear a "No"? Are you ready to see your expectations being trampled upon?

Will I have to stay here through the night? This is not office, where you can safely sit for hours together. What do I do? If anyone starts walking, I can follow them. There are so many standing under this shelter. People are only getting under, no one is getting out.

I have been watching this traffic policeman for the past half an hour. He has been asking each and every vehicle to slow down. I did not know that there are still sincere persons living in this bad bad world. He has been helping people cross the road. He has been helping move the vehicles stuck in the water. Shall I ask him to help me? But I am not used to asking anything.

A call from home.
"When will you be back?"
"As soon as I can."
"Try to be back soon."

I have decided that it's time that someone takes an initiative to get out. Why can't that someone be ME?

I unfurl my umbrella and get into the rain. One or twice I stumble. The water is cold. It is almost knee deep. I did not expect it to be that deep. I slowly reach the gate. I observe two people following me. I hold the gate railing and walk towards the footpath. The water is still deeper here. There are two men standing there. One asks, "Why do you need to venture out in this rain?". I reply, "I need to get back home and it's already getting very late." Meanwhile the two people following me, overtake me. Now I start following them. But they get into the very next building. I have to face this all alone.

I walk cautiously holding onto poles or any other objects on the roadside for support. The man who spoke to me near the gate, is walking with me. He guides me a little. But we reach the end of the footpath, we become doubtful of our progress. There is a petrol bunk on our left-hand side and that stretch of the road has been uneven for ages. What do I do?

Meanwhile two ambulances pass by. I am a little scared.

As the petrol bunk is still under repair or renovation, whichever it is, there is a rope tied across the entry of it. I hold it for support and walk across it. The water gets deeper and it pushes our feet whenever any vehicle passes by. My fellow escort walks towards the road as it's high ground there. I wade through the water and follow him.

Finally I am at the bus stop, waiting for the bus. I stand, on the road, not under the bus-shelter. Two buses come at the same time. Both are 5Ks. The first one is a Setwin bus. There is hardly any place to stand. I want a place to sit. I think that the other bus may have unoccupied seats. I run towards it. But it's also jam-packed. The Setwin is much better. But before I can reach it, the bus pulls away. I have missed both the buses.

After a 10 minute wait, I see another bus. But I cant see it's number. Is it 113? Yes, it is. I move closer. Oh no! It is 113A, doesn't go to Mehdipatnam. The driver asks me where I have to go. I reply, "Mehdipatnam." He asks me to get in and get down at Ladki-ka-pul. I hesitate. But yes, he is right. I will get more number of buses there. I get in and stand just behind the driver's seat.

The driver shows me 119 in front of our bus and says, "You can take this bus." Even the conductor is very kind and talks affectionately. He also suggests the buses that I can take. Are they thinking that I am new to the city? Or am I looking very worried and tense?

I get down at Ladki-ka-pul and immediately get another bus. It is a bus to HCU. When I get in, I notice that there is one person in each row and noone is willing to give place for me to sit. The reason that they give is: Water is dripping from the window and they will get wet. A man sitting in the ladies seat, very reluctantly, gets up.

I sit. Immediately another lady gets it and I am made to sit at the window. I don't mind the water falling on my me.

I call up home to tell them that I am safe. I am asked to go to our ex-neighbor's place to return their keys. Who is bothered about my life! But in a way, all through my return journey, I am made to realize that even strangers care for me. First, the man who guided me till the bus stop, then the 113A's bus driver and conductor. Even this HCU bus driver is also kind enough to stop the bus near to my house.

I am a little relieved but still I have to cross Amba Theatre where there are two or three open manholes. I take the main road. Luckily there is not much of water on the road. May be I did not rain much in Mehdipatnam.

By the time I reach home, the rain has stopped. Even my mind is blank. I feel as though my brain has stopped functioning. I feel tired and exhausted.

Rain is said to be romantic but for the first time in my life, I realized what kind of a nuisance it is.

A Realization in life!

Today someone has made me realize yet again, how difficult it is to try not to hurt others' feelings... I do anything and everything to make sure that I don't hurt anybody either physically or mentally.. But why is this world like this? People, even our closest of friends, bring pain to us without even thinking twice... They lie without even batting the eyelid.. They say things that we don't like to, don't want to hear.. They do things that make us cry... They crack practical jokes on us... Why? Why? After all is done, they say, "Sorry!" Sorry? My foot! Can the words, once uttered, be taken back? Can the pain die with a single word, "Sorry"?

And all the while, even when I know that something like this may happen... Someone may hurt me.. Yet why do I try to make them feel happy? Why do I take care of them when I know they don't even bother if I am alive or not? Why do I support them when I know that they will not be there, when I need them the most?

I get insulted... I am treated badly... but still I go back to them...

I get hurt; it pains.. but still I continue to love them. Why? Why can't I hate people? Is it a sin to love everyone, to be kind to everyone? Is it wrong to believe in your own friends? Then why am I made to suffer?

For all those who are waiting for my Blog entries

Oh my dears!

My System at home has crashed..
And the system in office is held up with official work...
What to do? What to do?

All my works are incomplete..
Moreover, I am no great typist to feed in the data fast into the system...
All my works are in tattered papers..
I am trying my best to safeguard them from suspecting eyes of mice...

Oh God!
Give me back my system, recover it from crashing...
If not my system, give me some time to put my works in the blog...
If not time, give me some person who can type fast...
If not anything, atleast give some patience to all my blog readers...

The Orphaned Gift

The sound of the phone ringing pierced in to the calm of the office. She had yet again forgotten to put her mobile in silent mode. She cursed herself and flipped the flap of the mobile. The call was from her special friend. She never knew what he was to her. A friend? A colleague? A boyfriend? A lover? Well, she never understood her relation with him and didn’t bother herself to find out. He was her special friend. That was what she wanted him to be!

She greeted him with a “Hi!”
“Hi Sweetheart!” he replied. The mere mention of ‘Sweetheart’ made her heart skip a beat. How could she stay away from him for a week! Unfortunately she wouldn’t even be able to call him up during her stay at her auntie’s place.

“Hello? Are you still alive?” he asked. She laughed.
“Yes,” she answered, “I will be out of town for a week.”
“Why?”
“Well, I am visiting my aunts.”
“Oh!”
“What ‘Oh!’? You know that I hate that word.”
“Cool down dear,” he cooed, “I was just wondering how can this be possible.”
“How can ‘what’ be possible?”
“Well, we both will be out of the city during the same time.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“Arey buddhu! I am also leaving tonight and will be back only after a week.”
“Oh!”
“Now who is saying ‘Oh!’?”
“Sorry!”
“I thought you would say: ‘Sorry’,” he grinned, “What do you want me to get for you?”
“Nothing!”
“Shall I get a book for you?”
“No. Don’t waste money on books, dear. I already have memberships in two libraries. Moreover, I can’t maintain books and I can’t bear to see them rotting in the shelves or the attics.”
“Okay, okay. I was not asking for a lecture!”
“Now you tell me. What do you want me to get for you?”

She loved to chat with him over the phone. She loved his voice and his laughter. She always wondered how they managed to talk for hours together, though both of them knew each other’s responses.



During her journey, she sat gazing at the changing landscapes through the train’s windows. But her mind was elsewhere. She was reliving the moments with him. How could she ever live without him? But deep inside her, she knew that separation was certain to happen sometime or the other in future. She thought about what he had asked her to get for him. If it had been someone else, she wouldn’t have bought such a thing. She did not believe in purchasing gifts but this time it was different. She was buying it for her special friend. It was the first time he had asked something. Every time she had asked, “what do you want me to get for you?”; he would reply, “I hope you never return” or “just stay there and don’t come back.” These responses would hurt her feelings a lot, but she would shrug them off with a brave heart.



“Do you want this bag?” asked auntie.
She and her auntie were out shopping. They were passing by a lane full of small makeshift shops. All the wares were displayed on bandis that were pushed around or in baskets that were carried around. There was a lot of hustle and bustle with people bargaining more and buying less!

She and her auntie walked around the shops, scanning all the articles and pausing once in a while to check out an item that caught their interest. She did not like buying girlie things like rubber bands, clips, bindis etc. yet did not want to disappoint her auntie’s offers of buying hr this thing or that.

While her auntie was bargaining over the cost of a cushion cover, she was looking at the adjacent stalls. All of a sudden, something caught her attention. She could not believe her eyes. The article that her lover had asked for was right in front of her eyes. He had said that it was rare and very difficult to get. Then how could be in a bandi like this? The shopkeeper, sensing her interest in the item removed it from display, dusted it and placed it in her hands. She flipped it over. Was she dreaming?

Meanwhile, her auntie came and stood beside her. “I didn’t buy the cushion cover,” she said, “he was not willing to reduce its price and moreover…” she stopped her sentence mid-way and looked at her niece. “What happened Kanna?” she asked, “Do you buy this?” She tried to talk but could not find her voice. All that she could do was to nod her head vigorously. But her auntie disapproved of the item. “You should not buy such things on streets. I will take you to a big shop near our house.” But she was not at all listening to her auntie. She asked for the price.
“110 rupees,” replied the shopkeeper.
“Is there any discount?”
“Well, we hardly get any profit in selling these, but I can give it to you for 90.”
“I will give 75,” she said. She had learnt some of the art of bargaining from her auntie. “80. Nothing less,” retorted the shopkeeper, putting the article in a cover and thrusting it in her hands. She couldn’t get it anywhere else. Moreover, there was no time left for shopping. She was leaving on the same day. She paid the shopkeeper and put the poly-bag in her shoulder bag. Her auntie was startled. Her niece never spent money on unnecessary things. She wouldn’t buy things that were used only once and later were of no use.
“You usually don’t buy these,” her auntie remarked.
“Yes, but this is not for me but for a friend.”
“But still, one can always borrow it from someone. Why buy?”
“Absolutely right! But he is different. He likes not just to borrow but to own them.”



She was on her way back home. There was a naughty low on her face. Her mind was flooded with thoughts of the gift she had bought for him. How will she wrap it? If she wrapped it directly, he would make it out by its shape. She decided to put it in a cylindrical box and wrap it so that he would not be able to guess it until he saw it for himself. There was a problem of giving it to him. Should she call him to the office canteen and give it? Or should she place it at his desk? No, if she put it at his desk, anybody might open it; or worse, they might be wondering why she out it at his desk, without giving it to him directly. Should she write some note and put in inside? No, in that case, he will know that the gift is from her. She wanted it to be a surprise for him. Should she post it? She didn’t know his postal address. Could she make use of the internal courier service in the office? Then the gift will be delivered to his desk but how would she get an acknowledgement without specifying her name (as sender)? She might tell another colleague of hers to courier it to him. But she did not want another soul except him and her to know about the gift. Finally, she decided that she would put it in her desk and give the desk keys to him during the weekend. Now that all the things related to the gift were sorted out, she could sleep in peace!



It was her first day (after the vacation) to her office. All the while she worked, she sang and hummed. Every once in a while, she would open her desk drawer and look at the gift. All her friends observed the mysterious smile on her face and asked her if she had found a boyfriend at her auntie’s place. A smile was all that they got in reply!

“Hello!”
“Yes?”
“Busy?”
“A little. What is it?”
“Well, how was your trip?”
“Great! And yours?”
Instead of replying, she asked, “What did you get for me?”
“I came back. Don’t you think that’s a great gift for you?”
“Oh!”
He went on and on about his office work and about the tasks that were assigned to him. When she could not tolerate any longer, she interrupted him, “Will you not ask me what I have got for you?”
“What did you get for me?” he asked.
“Try guessing,” she teased.
“You returned. Is that the gift?”
“No.”
“Then you tell me. What is it?”
“Guess dear.”
“I can’t. Nothing comes to my mind.”
“Okay! Fine! Try thrice. If you still don’t get it, then I will tell you.” While he was still wondering, she added, “For your information, I haven’t been to the beach. So, it can be neither shells nor sand!” Before she could finish, he said hurriedly, “I think I have got a call from the onsite coordinator. Will talk to you later.” Then the line went dead.



“What will you have?” he asked.
“Curd rice,” she replied.
“Thought so!”
They were at a hotel having their lunch. She was biting her nails and was muttering to herself.
“Why are you looking so disappointed?” he enquired.
“I should have got your gift. How could I forget! I am a big fool!”
“Sometimes you do say the truth!” he teased but had to shield his face from her punch.
“It’s okay,” he assured her, “The gift is not going to run away. I can take it anytime.”

They chatted while they ate. Most of the time, books were the sole topic of their conversation. Both of them were avid readers. Reading was as important to them as eating or sleeping. They would take out at least half an hour in their daily routine and dedicate it for reading.

“Do you know, I bought a lot of books last week?” he said eagerly.
“Is that so?”
“Yes. I have also bought the book of Agatha Christie: ‘One, two, buckle my shoe’” I never thought I would get it. It is probably out of print and…”
She tried hard to concentrate on his words but could not. How could he do this to her/ why did this happen? Whose fault was it? Was it a misunderstanding? She struggled to retain her calm.
“Why are you so silent?” he inquired with a concern in his face. She ignored the question and asked him, “I think you presented a book to your nephew for his birthday?”
“Yes. ‘Aesop’s fables’. Why do you ask?” he was wondering why she was so interested in something that happened two months back.
“Well, if he had already read it, what would you have done?”
“No, I asked him when I gave him the gift. He said that he hadn’t read the stories.”
“Suppose, he had already read, then?’ she insisted.
“Then,” he said after a pause, “I would have forced him to read it again!”
There was a twinkle in his eye. He did not notice the tears that were waiting to burst out of her eyes. She stifles a sob and asked him, “What if he already had the book?”
He was oblivious to her state of mind. He thought for a while before responding. Finally his answer was: “I would ask my nephew to preserve it and use it as an antique piece after 20 years!”


She sighed. She did not know what to do. All her dreams were shattered. Now what would she do with the book that she bought for him. She remembered how she had forced herself not to read the book in the train. She had told herself that he had to be the first one to read the book. She had hid it from her auntie lest she should read it. She did not even allow her family members to glance through the pages. It belonged to him and only he had the privilege of reading it first.

Later when she went to his house, she saw his copy of the book lying innocently on the shelf. When he caught her staring at it, he offered, “Take this book and read it. It is a very good one. You will like it.” She felt like snatching it out of his hands and throwing it onto the floor. Instead, she ran a finger on its cover. She refused to read it. “Oh! You must be reading something else. A Wilbur Smith?” “No,” she replied. How could she read anything? Whichever book she saw, reminded her of this book that she had so lovingly bought for him. The moon and stars on the cover page would flash in front of her. She would not be able to enjoy reading. She sighed deeply.



She was getting ready to go out with her friends, when he called her. Her hands were full of hairpins. She managed to balance her mobile between her neck and shoulder. There was no ‘Hi’, no ‘Hello’. He immediately started complaining.
“You haven’t given me my gift yet.”
“You will not get it,” she said firmly.
“Why? Don’t I deserve it anymore?” he frowned.
“The gift is not worthy of you.”
“What does that mean?”
“You don’t need it anymore.”
“Why not dear?”

She did not reply. A long silence followed. He was the one to talk first.
“Do I already have it?” he inquired.
“Yes,” she agreed.
“Now, stop beating around the bush. What is the gift? Tell me.”
“You don’t need it, dear.”
“But still it was bought for me.”
“So?”
“So, I have a right over it.”
“In that case, it is in my desk drawer. You can see it but I know, you will not take it.”
“Is it a book?”

She kept quiet. She could not answer. When she couldn’t bear the silence, she said, “I can’t say. You find out.” He got angry and cut the call.


What would she do with the book? She didn’t want to read it. Should she give it to their office library? Then, every time she went to the library, it would catch her eye. Should she throw it away? No. Should she keep it? But it would remind her of this incident whenever she saw it.

The End :-)

@PR Nagar home

Thanks a lot for each one of those ppl who came home yesterday...

Well, initially when I sent the invitation to everyone, I did not know how many ppl would turn up.. I was hesitant to insist or force anybody to come home becoz everyone would have their own plans and weekend is the only time when we all get time to spend at home... I wanted all the DBAs to be a part of this get-together.. But I knew most of them work on weekends..

When I found out from each one of the persons invited, I realized that only 6 to 7 ppl would turn up... But on Sunday morning, I got calls from Spoo and Vani that they would not come... I was very upset.. I thought that only Papa, Karthik and Suresh would come home( I could not reach Maddy over phone)

First Papa came home, followed by Suresh.. Then Karthik and Shashank came in Karthik's car(Karthik, you drive well dear except for the car having to be restarted a couple of times).. It was a surprise for me to see Shashank, as he told me he would not come...

We all were starving but had to wait for our Mad Maddy! :-) Meanwhile we hit everyone.. Oops.. played with everyone with a large, yellow, light-weight ball.. Papa complained that I invited her home and was getting her hit black-n-blue... ;-)

Everyone liked the house as it is big and has a number of rooms, a nice place to play hide-n-seek.. Karthik was asking me if he can rent the house.. We showed him a special room for him to stay - the bathroom.. hahaha :-D

In this context, I would take the opportunity to thank someone who has helped me a lot in getting the house to a proper shape.. I would not want to embarass the person by mentioning names, but I would like to say: Thanks a lot lot lot, dear. Without you, nothing would have been possible! :-)

When Maddy finally called up from Padma Rao nagar bus stop, all of us went to receive her.. First Suresh and Shashank in Suresh's super-red pulsar.. And the remaining went by Karthik's car... They reached before us, as Karthik had to start the car again and again ;-)

When Maddy saw Suresh and Shashank on the bike, she was wondering where she has to sit to get back home.. She thought if she had to sit on the tank of the pulsar? Then she spotted us in the car.. She also had a dose of Karthik's driving while going home.. :-)

Once home, we all had our lunch.. Shashank ate the least... Everyone said the food was good! I hope they meant it :-)

Then, all of us started playing cards... The game's called "Donkey" and every time some one became a "D" or a "DO", we sang the title song of Don! :-D
As everyone was getting lazy to distribute the cards, someone suggested a different way of doing it, by throwing the cards in the air and asking each of us to catch 7cards each! There was tough competition amongst Maddy, Karthik and Shashank to become Don..i mean...Donkey! Pradeepa also became one of the leading competitors! As we could not wait to see a "D-O-N-K-E-Y", we shortened the game to make it a "P-I-G" Well, PIG also means Pretty-Indian-Girl.. So, Shashank was teasing that already there were 3 PIGs in the room! But the actual title of PIG was gained by our Karthik, especially for his unique way of distributing the cards.. He managed to give away the cards to everyone, but no one got "the Spade Ace".. So, the game ended without being played and Karthik became winner of the title.. Oops.. loser of that game...

Pradeepa left for home first, as she had promised that she would be back home by 3(it was already 4:30).. but there was a great hunt for her handbag.. Shashank had hid it in one of our bags... Maddy helped her in finding it! For this, Shashank planned to take revenge on Maddy!

Karthik was asking for coffee every now and then("Oka Coffee unte, Adhiri poyedhi.. Oka coffee unte baagundedhi.. Oka coffee unte ayipoyedhi..") As you all know I don't go into the kitchen at all, leave alone, cooking or making tea/coffee! Everyone especially Shashank and Karthik had to wait a long long time before getting anything to drink..

Going to movie was another great story:
Our family members were planning to go for a movie but it was all decided at 5:50 when all the shows start off... Suresh offered to get the tickets for "Aduvari maatalaku...". But going to Manju was too late then, so we decided to go to Amba theatre, mehdipatnam... The show starts there at 7... Suresh and Karthik left by the red-red pulsar to get the tickets while I also asked Srividya(who lives in MP) to stand in the queue..

Shashank was not in mood to see Telugu movie, So, Suresh dropped him at Secbad Railway station. Maddy also left for home after sometime.

When we all left home, it started raining. When we reached Masab Tank, Karthik phoned that they could not get tickets.. I was wondering whether to believe him or not.. As we all know, our group is known for playing pranks.. So, we never know what is the truth.. But when we reached MP, we realized they were telling the truth... Suresh stood at the theatre drenched from head-to-toe! Karthik got into our car while Suresh wished us good-bye! Sorry, Suri! Becoz of us you had to get wet!

Then we all decided to go for the second show at Manju.. Near Manju, Karthik and I got down while the rest left for home to have dinner... Before they could leave, something stopped them.. Do you know what it was? Mouth-watering smell of Bajjis from a road-side bandi... We packed mirchis, aalu-bajji and masala vada for them. Karthik and I also had them at the bandi, till we could eat no more.. We waited in the queue for the tickets... Once we got the tickets, we still had to spend one hour before the show started..

We looked around and found furniture showroom.. We went in and looked around.. We were commenting on the furniture pieces there. But the shop owner spoiled our fun by following all around.. So, we quickly got out. It was drizzling. We went to Taj Mahal hotel just to get out of the rain. Karthik's dream of the day was satisfied here when he ordered for coffee for himself.. I had a fruit-salad with icecream.. Karthik was teasing me saying: "vaana lo icecream enti. pichchi combination!"

At ten minutes to 9, we reached the theatre but my family members were no where to be seen. We waited and waited and waited. We could not even reach their mobile. Had to miss first five minutes of the movie.

My mom had packed dosas for our dinner.. We had them during the interval between the movie. After movie, we reached home. Karthik was wondering if he will reach home(in his lovely car!) in the dead of the night without dashing a couple of people... We didnot want any people to kick the bucket because of Karthik's dealy driving, hence he stayed at my place for the night.

I started snoring(not literally!) as soon as I hit the bed. Well, that's how the great day came to an end!

The homecoming

I hear you call out my name,
Again and again and again.
Your voice is clear and loud,
Above the din of the crowd.

Your voice is music to my ear,
And your presence, a summer shower.

When I turn around,
You lift me off the ground,
And turn me round
And round and round.

Now I know
That you will never let me go.
I am safe in your embrace
Always and always.

My wish of being with you,
Has finally come true!

The endless wait

A long queue of your closed ones,
Waiting for you to give them some time...

With some, you talk over phone,
While I get a user-busy tone...

With some, you keep sending SMSs
While I wait for ONE reply to my endless messages...

With some, you take some time out for mailing
While I long to see your name in my inbox...

With some, you have your dinner and luncheon,
While I starve for your attention...

With some, you talk pleasantly,
While I get always wounded by your harsh words...

Will you ever see my tear-stricken face?
Will you ever hear the longing in my voice?
Will you ever feel my pain?
Why are you doing this to me?

You say, I am closest to you;
Yet, I am the one who is hurt the most!
What an irony!

I just want you to know
That I am still waiting for my turn
At the end
Of the queue of your friends,
Let's see what comes first,
My turn or my end!

It hurts!

Every word pricking!
Every line insulting!
Every sentence sarcastic!

How much ever you insult me,
How many ever times you embarass me,
How many ever times you ignore me,
Why do I still carry on with you?

I know why and you know it too!
The truth is:
You are free, but I am tied to you.
I am yours, but I know you may never be mine.

Yes, I will have to swallow everything
And remain calm
Because you know and I know
That I have nowhere to go...

The truth is:
You will never stop hurting me,
And I will always be with you and continue to live with these heartaches!

Say Cheese! :-)

Oh smile! Where have you vanished?
Why have you ditched,
Our CresentMoon?
Come back soon! Come back soon!

Shashank, we want to hear
Your tinkling contagious laughter,
In your fourth and fifth gears!

We know what to do,
We’ll tickle you, tickle you!
And make you laugh
Till you say: "That's enough! That's enough!"

Laugh Mandu! Laugh!
Laugh till tears
Flow like rivers
Out of your eyes.

Laugh Mandu! Laugh!
Laugh even if the joke is a bore;
Laugh till you roll on the floor
Holding your tummy
And saying: "It's funny! It's funny!"

All we want from you
Is that same old evergreen sweet smile,
Back on your lips
With a promise that
The smile will be with you forever and ever.

Signed: Mastimakerz!

Why me?

I wrote something a long long time back... But today I experienced the same feelings that I felt when I wrote those lines. The past has revisited my life yet again!

Why does my heart flutter, when it hears someone break the silence of loneliness... of self-pity? Why does my heart feel that this someone will bring joy into my life... bring back all the fun and laughter that deserted me long back? Why does my heart jump with excitement whenever it sees a postman near the gate? It's longing for a letter. I know... a letter that would express that someone is thinking about me, someone feels for me and someone is missing me badly... who is this someone? Where is the letter? It was probably unwritten or written but undelivered... See, the heart stills hopes that such a letter was written but undelivered, when such a letter can never be written for me… I know, my mind knows, but who will tell that to my heart? No one has the guts to do that, not even me!!!

Why does my heart not understand that it’s hoping for the impossible to happen? After being ditched so many times, still it doesn’t want to believe that it has been ditched. My heart was broken many times into pieces and what about peace? Peace is not to be seen anywhere… how will my wounded heart heal… I know that it’ll leave behind a scar that will keep reminding me of my past… The past that’s over… but that’s still with us. If there were no past, there would be no present. But past is not like a present, a gift to me, it’s like a curse… a curse that clings to me… that saps the energy out of me till the end of my life… what is this life that I am leading? Where is my destiny? In this world full of hypocrites, I stand alone and have to face the life alone… it is a challenge, a challenge that I have to win… but how does one define the term victory? Is it winning over someone or let someone win over me so that their satisfaction and happiness becomes mine? I think that the second definition suits me better.

This world is full of selfish people… who are self-centered and think that being happy is getting what they want, they desire. I laugh at their ignorance. Happiness lies not in taking, not in grabbing what one wants, but it lies in giving, in sharing everything with others. Who will explain or can explain this simple thing to them? If I do that, they’ll surely ridicule me. They’ll call me crazy. Why am I so different from others? What others like… I don’t and what I like seems weird and strange to everyone. Is it just I in this world who’s like this? Or is each person different from others? Is there anyone who can answers my questions?

Oh my friends!

Oh my friends!
I may behave like a stupid
Or act like one hit by cupid!
I may shout and scream at you,
Or hit you black and blue!

Whatever I do
Stick to me like glue!
Be by my side
Through times, good or bad
I need you, to share my joy and sorrow;
My victories and failures;
My dreams and aspirations;
My secrets and my embarassments.

Always with you, let me be
Never never never desert me!

Your Time Please...

I know, for you, I am not that important
But please for a moment,
My dearest dear
Lend me your ear.

Please don't say:
"I am very busy, Don't be fussy-fussy!"
And shirk me away.

Walk with me for a mile,
And listen to me for a while.
Your little time with me
And how pleased I'll be!

Let me meet you
not just in my fantasies...
Let's be together
not just in my day-dreams...
Let me be the centre of your attention
not just in my imaginations...


I beg you...
I plead you...
Let some time of yours, be mine
Let me feel precious for sometime.

Farewell to Swadeep

The time has come when we have to part
But don’t worry sweet heart.
We will never forget you
Also we will tell you what we request you to do.
Please keep in touch
For we will miss you very much.

With this we end
Our silly poem and send
Best wishes to you, our dearest friend.

Signed: Mastimakerz!

Best of Luck, Ganga and Yamuna

Oh! Little sheep
Get up as soon as the alarm gives a beep.

Oh! Bright moon
Get dressed up soon.

Oh! Brave tiger
Finish off your prayer.

Oh! Wise owl
Eat quickly from your bowl.

Oh! Naughty kothi
Receive best wishes from your Akka, Arathi.

Oh! Pretty duck
Wish you best of luck.

Oh! Little hen
Don’t forget to take an extra pen.

Oh! Chirpy cricket
Don’t forget your hall-ticket.

Oh! Clever lamb
I know you’ll do well in your exam.

Oh! Beautiful flower
You’ll surely pass your exams with flying colours.

Peace of Mind

It was in the middle of May
That I had a tiresome day.
So, I went to the sea
Which warmly welcomed me.

I sat there on the beach
Out of reach
Of the graceful waves,
Which swept into the rocky caves.

Then I lay on the sand near the sea,
Allowing the waves to touch me.
I closed my eyes
And felt very nice.

At last I was able to find
Some peace of mind.

A Little Flower Opened My Eyes

“Oh! Little flower in the garden,
Where were you before you came into my hand?”

“I was in a little garden,
Looked after by a beautiful maiden.
I grew on a rose tree,
Where I was free,
To sing and dance
And prance.

“The maiden loved me very much.
I could say that from her soft touch,
The sight of me would fill her heart with pleasure,
Which none could measure.

“I also had a friend, Mr. Bee,
Who would sing a sweet song to me.
Then I would reward him with a quarter
Of my nectar.
He would take it to his house,
Which pleased his spouse.

“It was my pleasure
To entertain them at leisure.
I used to be very glad
Until the maiden brought a lad,
Who plucked me and my brothers and sisters,
To make a garland for unknown masters.

“The lad was simply mad,
To separate me from my Mom and Dad.
My brothers and sisters are all dead,
I am also on my deathbed.”

Suddenly the flower gave a weak roar
And I knew it was no more.
Unable to bear the sorrow,
On the morrow,
I made a promise
Which I’ll never dismiss.

The promise is that
I will never pluck
A flower from a plant or tree
Because, that is where the flowers are free,
To sing and dance
And prance.