I always wanted to write a story like everyone else. But never could think of a plot. Well I want to try my hand at it. So beginning with a story based on true incidents. Though the chronological order may be changed.
Here it goes..
All characters in this story are not fictitious. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely intentional.
CHAPTER 1
“Come on !! I don’t wanna be late !!”, said Meera to the workaholic Siddharth who was still debugging his code to find out whether it was a bug or a known issue. “Everyone has left. There will be traffic also at this hour.”
Meera was very excited about the nite out. It was her first nite out with the office gang. They had planned it quite some time back. All the preparations had keyed her up and she was all set to join the others for the last nite in pune before she went to Mumbai for the long weekend.
Siddharth also was going to accompany Meera to Mumbai. He was to surprise his sister on her birthday. But tonite he had other plans. He had to join the others in bidding farewell to their friend Sameer who was going abroad for further studies.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Monday, August 3, 2009
Friends
The unspoken fate brought us all together,
The unconditional love bonded us together,
The measureless care we had for each other,
The unspoken responsibility we shared together,
The countless times we messed up,
The numerous solutions that followed,
The innumerable first time experiences we shared,
The uncountable songs we sung together,
The boundless eye conversations,
The endless games we played,
The unrestricted Truths and Dares,
The unimaginable replies,
The disappointed working weekends,
The joyful trips to GKK n MacD,
The uncontrollable chain mails,
The long lunch time discussions over them,
The famous commissions earned in Spice n Ice,
The amazing movies seen over a beer,
The lovely rain trips to BK,
The hogging on Kulfi after finishing at Ganesh Bhel,
The early morning walks to Goodluck,
Patching up fights over Bun Maska Chai,
The late night roommate talks,
The hustle for bathroom the next morning,
The fights for the kitchen chores,
The wooing done for her clothes,
The mid night trips to aundh,
Singing songs for him to speak along,
A journey of friendship,
A journey called life,
Made beautifully worthwhile,
Because of you guys..
A tribute… a dedication to all my friends…
Happy Friendships Day!!!
And then at the stroke of midnight,
Three musketeers on the ground,
With bottles in their hands,
Wishing, not to be found,
Talking senti with all the time that has flown by,
Awaiting the future for them to say HI !
With shoelaces untied and raincoats on,
Walking around, listening to songs,
All of them mum,
But their minds speaking a thousand words,
Probably that’s why they heard,
“ Iddu Sneha sangamam…”
The unconditional love bonded us together,
The measureless care we had for each other,
The unspoken responsibility we shared together,
The countless times we messed up,
The numerous solutions that followed,
The innumerable first time experiences we shared,
The uncountable songs we sung together,
The boundless eye conversations,
The endless games we played,
The unrestricted Truths and Dares,
The unimaginable replies,
The disappointed working weekends,
The joyful trips to GKK n MacD,
The uncontrollable chain mails,
The long lunch time discussions over them,
The famous commissions earned in Spice n Ice,
The amazing movies seen over a beer,
The lovely rain trips to BK,
The hogging on Kulfi after finishing at Ganesh Bhel,
The early morning walks to Goodluck,
Patching up fights over Bun Maska Chai,
The late night roommate talks,
The hustle for bathroom the next morning,
The fights for the kitchen chores,
The wooing done for her clothes,
The mid night trips to aundh,
Singing songs for him to speak along,
A journey of friendship,
A journey called life,
Made beautifully worthwhile,
Because of you guys..
A tribute… a dedication to all my friends…
Happy Friendships Day!!!
And then at the stroke of midnight,
Three musketeers on the ground,
With bottles in their hands,
Wishing, not to be found,
Talking senti with all the time that has flown by,
Awaiting the future for them to say HI !
With shoelaces untied and raincoats on,
Walking around, listening to songs,
All of them mum,
But their minds speaking a thousand words,
Probably that’s why they heard,
“ Iddu Sneha sangamam…”
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Nadi (River) ho tum...
Yeh waqt lage hai bhaari,
Yah pal lage arsa sa,
Yeh mann kahe tham jane ko,
Magar,
Ruko mat, behe jaao tum.
Nadi ho tum, bas behtejaao tum.
Puri na ho gar tumhaari aakankshaayen,
Lage door tumhara abhi yeh sapna,
Ummeed ne gar choda ho daman tumhara,
Magar,
Ruko mat, behe jaao tum.
Nadi ho tum, bas behtejaao tum.
Hoge agar tum aaj besahara,
Lage sara jahan yeh anjaana sa,
Jeena lage hai abh mushkil,
Magar,
Ruko mat, behe jaao tum.
Nadi ho tum, bas behtejaao tum.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Spirituality
Kaun beej bota hai yaaroon,
Phal yeh kaun chakhe.
Yeh jag jantar mantar maya,
Kaun yeh khel raache.
Kaun chadhaaye roz yeh suraj,
Pawan kaun phoonke.
Din jo aaye jaaye nirantar,
Kaun hisaabh dhare.
I usually prefer to travel alone. No one to talk to. That ways I get to ponder on things that otherwise I feel not worthy of. The thought process usually begins with pondering on points that happened in the immediate past. What people had said to me, what I was claiming to be correct, my reactions to the situations and arguments, what could have gone better, in which way I should have said the things that would have been more appropriate, what choice of words should have I used that would have had a greater impact. And the saga continues till I fall asleep.
This time it was a question raised by Sahadevan, “Do you think I am more SPIRITUAL than you are?” To which I replied, “Anyone is more SPIRITUAL than I am!”
During my entire childhood and till date, I always remember following my dad. He has always done whatever he found to be correct irrespective of what others think or do. I guess I have picked up this quality (to some extent I must say) from him. I speak or act in the way I feel is correct. Reasoning out things is what he has taught me. Though I very easily forget the reasoning part according to my convenience, but most of the time I do need reasons for the way people expect me to act or behave.
So, in respect to the spirituality topic that I had begun with, I have never asked for reasons when people say that God existed and the He is there to help us all, or that nothing in the world happens against His will. But when it comes to me praying everyday or going to the temple on regular basis is where I raise my eyebrows. Who defined these rules of praying? Who says that it’s only when you follow the rules of worshipping that you can connect to God?
Every individual is free to choose his/her own religion and the way he/she wishes to worship the Lord. Me not going to the temple does not make me any less religious than anyone who does. It’s the sincerity with which one prays that matters. It’s not the number of times one prays but the amount of belief with which one prays.
My school teachers have taught me that God is our friend. We can confess anything to Him and to always trust this Friend of ours. Think of Him at times of joy, Seek Him when in trouble. I guess this Friend concept is deep rooted in my mind now. So whenever there is a problem I go “Lord, help me out here.” and when something goes according to my expectations the head turns upwards and a little thank you to the Friend is never missed out.
That’s my way of connecting to the Almighty.
Phal yeh kaun chakhe.
Yeh jag jantar mantar maya,
Kaun yeh khel raache.
Kaun chadhaaye roz yeh suraj,
Pawan kaun phoonke.
Din jo aaye jaaye nirantar,
Kaun hisaabh dhare.
I usually prefer to travel alone. No one to talk to. That ways I get to ponder on things that otherwise I feel not worthy of. The thought process usually begins with pondering on points that happened in the immediate past. What people had said to me, what I was claiming to be correct, my reactions to the situations and arguments, what could have gone better, in which way I should have said the things that would have been more appropriate, what choice of words should have I used that would have had a greater impact. And the saga continues till I fall asleep.
This time it was a question raised by Sahadevan, “Do you think I am more SPIRITUAL than you are?” To which I replied, “Anyone is more SPIRITUAL than I am!”
During my entire childhood and till date, I always remember following my dad. He has always done whatever he found to be correct irrespective of what others think or do. I guess I have picked up this quality (to some extent I must say) from him. I speak or act in the way I feel is correct. Reasoning out things is what he has taught me. Though I very easily forget the reasoning part according to my convenience, but most of the time I do need reasons for the way people expect me to act or behave.
So, in respect to the spirituality topic that I had begun with, I have never asked for reasons when people say that God existed and the He is there to help us all, or that nothing in the world happens against His will. But when it comes to me praying everyday or going to the temple on regular basis is where I raise my eyebrows. Who defined these rules of praying? Who says that it’s only when you follow the rules of worshipping that you can connect to God?
Every individual is free to choose his/her own religion and the way he/she wishes to worship the Lord. Me not going to the temple does not make me any less religious than anyone who does. It’s the sincerity with which one prays that matters. It’s not the number of times one prays but the amount of belief with which one prays.
My school teachers have taught me that God is our friend. We can confess anything to Him and to always trust this Friend of ours. Think of Him at times of joy, Seek Him when in trouble. I guess this Friend concept is deep rooted in my mind now. So whenever there is a problem I go “Lord, help me out here.” and when something goes according to my expectations the head turns upwards and a little thank you to the Friend is never missed out.
That’s my way of connecting to the Almighty.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Donno wat to say !!!
What a life, UP and BRIGHT.
I’ve learnt to enjoy, even when the schedule is tight.
Old things have to be left behind.
New things coming up with time.
Let go things.
Move out of your shell,
For something new, For something rare.
Discover yourself.
Unleash yourself.
Fly high like an eagle,
For what you aim is to be a seagull.
Struggling hard, Striving smart.
To advertise your work is an art.
What decides is the shrewdness in you,
Where you’ll end up, Oh Maloo Oh Maloo.
You may not be smart, you may not be wise.
You may be always falling prey for being a novice.
But do not let yourself low, do not loose hope.
For life is UP and life is BRIGHT.
I’ve learnt to enjoy, even when the schedule is tight.
Old things have to be left behind.
New things coming up with time.
Let go things.
Move out of your shell,
For something new, For something rare.
Discover yourself.
Unleash yourself.
Fly high like an eagle,
For what you aim is to be a seagull.
Struggling hard, Striving smart.
To advertise your work is an art.
What decides is the shrewdness in you,
Where you’ll end up, Oh Maloo Oh Maloo.
You may not be smart, you may not be wise.
You may be always falling prey for being a novice.
But do not let yourself low, do not loose hope.
For life is UP and life is BRIGHT.
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
A sleepy friday@workplace, makes maloo poet a menace...
Wat do I write about.
I have noting to write
Just want to type something
Coz m so bored to work
Haven’t slpt tfor three days
Haven’t for three nites
Was watching movies on mini’s laptop
All those on whom I laid my sight
Movies are good
Movies are fine
They help you spend money
they halp you spend time
still haven’t found the topic
on wat do I write
I still fel so sleepy
I wonder how I type
Ranu suggested to write on him
He being such a dude
But have no flow of vthoughts today
Sorry ranu fro being so rude
Then I asked yamini
She being such a pro
Why did I even ask her
she never understands nething in one go
just thought of pri
with a wonderful scarf
who hasn’t read my previous blog
to her I dedicate this paragraph
oh rudy ,oh rudy
goes the gal next door
but he is busy looking at someone else
rudy always yearns for more….
Rvd is not well toady
I drove him to the work place
On pri’s activa
On wat pace!!!
I asked for rhying words for office
And ranu replied kavis
He said,“bad people it means”
He being one of them in jeans.
After a long break,
I resume my poem writing
KP left for the day
I know tahts not rhyming
My typing still sucks
I still feel sio sleepy
Its Friday evening
I should be freaky
Going Mumbai tomo
Wat a day I have selcted
Its 6th of dec
I guess you have the link connected
I want ti wrie about debo
He also sits in sdb2 na
But when I call him in the poem
He says “aami ashbo na”….
M writing all this
Coz I have nothing better to do
I am so fed up today
Feel like hitting you
Hitting se yaad aaya
sahadevan also is in sdb2
Though he keeps shifting here n there
But I better mention him too
Ranu added:
I keep calling maloo 4 coffee
She keeps saying she’s busy
But time and again she updates this poem,
I feel there’s something dodgy..
Coffee wil wake her up
But all she wants is more sleep
She doesn’t want to get up
Keeps lying in the chair like a heap……
Its me back again
And today, I resume my writing,
Will be making a few more statements.
But wil require your help Dam,
With your amazing witty comments.
Finally I mention Avinash
Who was left for the last
He is under a work crash
Working so hard since the past.
Hey Soumo Shital amit
Who work till the end of their wits
Thanks for reading till the end
Though you guys didn’t have time to spend
With this I’d like to end
Not too much time I spend
Next week there’ll be more
Till then, that’s it from SDB2 Level 4….
I have noting to write
Just want to type something
Coz m so bored to work
Haven’t slpt tfor three days
Haven’t for three nites
Was watching movies on mini’s laptop
All those on whom I laid my sight
Movies are good
Movies are fine
They help you spend money
they halp you spend time
still haven’t found the topic
on wat do I write
I still fel so sleepy
I wonder how I type
Ranu suggested to write on him
He being such a dude
But have no flow of vthoughts today
Sorry ranu fro being so rude
Then I asked yamini
She being such a pro
Why did I even ask her
she never understands nething in one go
just thought of pri
with a wonderful scarf
who hasn’t read my previous blog
to her I dedicate this paragraph
oh rudy ,oh rudy
goes the gal next door
but he is busy looking at someone else
rudy always yearns for more….
Rvd is not well toady
I drove him to the work place
On pri’s activa
On wat pace!!!
I asked for rhying words for office
And ranu replied kavis
He said,“bad people it means”
He being one of them in jeans.
After a long break,
I resume my poem writing
KP left for the day
I know tahts not rhyming
My typing still sucks
I still feel sio sleepy
Its Friday evening
I should be freaky
Going Mumbai tomo
Wat a day I have selcted
Its 6th of dec
I guess you have the link connected
I want ti wrie about debo
He also sits in sdb2 na
But when I call him in the poem
He says “aami ashbo na”….
M writing all this
Coz I have nothing better to do
I am so fed up today
Feel like hitting you
Hitting se yaad aaya
sahadevan also is in sdb2
Though he keeps shifting here n there
But I better mention him too
Ranu added:
I keep calling maloo 4 coffee
She keeps saying she’s busy
But time and again she updates this poem,
I feel there’s something dodgy..
Coffee wil wake her up
But all she wants is more sleep
She doesn’t want to get up
Keeps lying in the chair like a heap……
Its me back again
And today, I resume my writing,
Will be making a few more statements.
But wil require your help Dam,
With your amazing witty comments.
Finally I mention Avinash
Who was left for the last
He is under a work crash
Working so hard since the past.
Hey Soumo Shital amit
Who work till the end of their wits
Thanks for reading till the end
Though you guys didn’t have time to spend
With this I’d like to end
Not too much time I spend
Next week there’ll be more
Till then, that’s it from SDB2 Level 4….
Thursday, December 4, 2008
To the close one
Yeh na jaane kiss mode pe aa ruki hai zindagi,
Ek dost ki talaash mein hai yeh zindagi.
Woh jo gum hua, na jaane kahan,
Ussi ki panah phir dhoonde yeh zindagi.
Pal pal laage hai bhaari,
Suna suna laage yeh mann.
Kyun is dil mein machi hai khalbali,
Yeh na jaane kiss mode pe aa ruki hai zindagi.
Karna chahoon baaten hazar,
Milna chahoon usse baar baar.
Magar kyun laage hai aisa ki tham si gayi yeh ghadi,
Yeh na jaane kiss mode pe aa ruki hai zindagi.
Jaane kab yeh lamha beetega,
Jaane kab hoge din phir rangeen.
Jaane kab phir hogi roshni,
Aur tab chal padegi phir yeh zindagi.
--Maloo
Kuch Kum Roshan Hai Roshni, Kuch Kum Gili Hai Baarishein..
Kuch Kum Lehrathi Hai Hawa, Kuch Kum Hai Dil Mein Kwahishein..
Tham Sa Gaya Hai, Yeh Waqt Aise, Tere Liya Hi Tehra Ho Jaise..
Ek dost ki talaash mein hai yeh zindagi.
Woh jo gum hua, na jaane kahan,
Ussi ki panah phir dhoonde yeh zindagi.
Pal pal laage hai bhaari,
Suna suna laage yeh mann.
Kyun is dil mein machi hai khalbali,
Yeh na jaane kiss mode pe aa ruki hai zindagi.
Karna chahoon baaten hazar,
Milna chahoon usse baar baar.
Magar kyun laage hai aisa ki tham si gayi yeh ghadi,
Yeh na jaane kiss mode pe aa ruki hai zindagi.
Jaane kab yeh lamha beetega,
Jaane kab hoge din phir rangeen.
Jaane kab phir hogi roshni,
Aur tab chal padegi phir yeh zindagi.
--Maloo
Kuch Kum Roshan Hai Roshni, Kuch Kum Gili Hai Baarishein..
Kuch Kum Lehrathi Hai Hawa, Kuch Kum Hai Dil Mein Kwahishein..
Tham Sa Gaya Hai, Yeh Waqt Aise, Tere Liya Hi Tehra Ho Jaise..
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