Friday, June 5, 2009

Secret Crush

It was a daily routine for him to wait for her at 1130 PM in the night to come online to talk. He waited to chat with her n talk sweet nothings, his day in the office. She lazed around, slept and when got bored came back to ping him again.

He used to sleep with an eye closed and the other one on the laptop to check if she was online. And he would come to know when she came online. He automatically got up and began his chats. He had never seen her. But he felt a strange attraction towards her. Something unusual. What it was, he wasnt sure. But it was something more.

He was just looking for a right moment to ask her out and take the things to different level. But the biggest question was how and when ?

Secret Crush

It was a daily routine for him to wait for her at 1130 PM in the night to come online to talk. He waited to chat with her n talk sweet nothings, his day in the office. She lazed around, slept and when got bored came back to ping him again.

He used to sleep with an eye closed and the other one on the laptop to check if she was online. And he would come to know when she came online. He automatically got up and began his chats. He had never seen her. But he felt a strange attraction towards her. Something unusual. What it was, he wasnt sure. But it was something more.

He was just looking for a right moment to ask her out and take the things to different level. But the biggest question was how and when ?

Thursday, June 4, 2009

55 Fiction

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Updates: I would be away during the weekend with almost no access to emails, blogs and blogs. Please keep reading my 55 Fiction blog.


Till I regain some sane thought process to write on this blog, do read my 55 fiction latesht

and latest - 1 here

http://fifty5fiction.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-complete-me.html

And the rest of them @

http://fifty5fiction.blogspot.com
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You complete me.

"My life is cramped with space for just one individual for the rest of the life. Your sight floors me. Your smell lives with me day in and day out. You transformed me. You changed my existence. There is nothing in my life better than you and without you. You taught me to live a life when I had given up on it. You taught me to take a baby step forward when i was down and hurt. You complete me. "

When he said this words, she just left stunned. She never expected this words to come up from him. But now they did she was just not aware what to react. All she could do was smile.

You complete me.

"My life is cramped with space for just one individual for the rest of the life. Your sight floors me. Your smell lives with me day in and day out. You transformed me. You changed my existence. There is nothing in my life better than you and without you. You taught me to live a life when I had given up on it. You taught me to take a baby step forward when i was down and hurt. You complete me. "

When he said this words, she just left stunned. She never expected this words to come up from him. But now they did she was just not aware what to react. All she could do was smile.

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Aa ab laut chaley

125 Posts and 8 months later, the zing is missing now from this blog. I feel that I am not doing justice to this blog. I am different here than what i am. I am not able to voice my true feeligns for fear of being judged. And when I do that, I should not blog on this space. For example I feel strongly on usage of Hindi everywhere and i feel suffocated in Pune on constant rants of regionalism and refusal to see beyond the boundaries of this state. I feel suffocated to work in such a city and I cant even express myself. Doesnt make any sense.

I am very casual now. I dont feel the urge to blog here anymore. A new blog beckons. Or may be not. Some thing lose their relevance in the life. May be for unknown reasons. i dont quite find the reason here to blog. I have always believed in being honest when it comes to blog. For more than 2 years blogging has been my life beyond life. A place to de-stress. I dont have a single old blog, but have been through many of them. Wrote my expressions, deleted or somebody else got them deleted.

I am not committing anything, not promising anything. Not being earning sympathies or urges to not stop blogging or stay back. I wanted this blog to be light hearted, humorous and funnier one. Instead it happened just opposite.

Sameer, the blogger is not going out. This blog would. Most prolly. And yes when I start new blog, I wont be Sam or Sameer or Buzz. Somebody different. Havent thought of the name. But somebody different. Albeit with same facial features and same snap.

Monday, June 1, 2009

Jai Ho

Finally the most awaited concert of my life came last evening when the GOD of Indian music performed live in Pune as part of Jai Ho live in concert. I attended the same with my friend and it was total paisa vasool. Had spend one grand to grab the ticket. I didn’t mind spending the amount, though I knew it would be chaos all around the venue. I was right. The arrangements by the hosts were pathetic. The visitors had to park their 4 and 2 wheelers amidst great difficulty in a barren uneven land and then walk a km to the venue to be seated on the uncomfortable chairs lined up so close to each other that left no space to move n walk away. The security check was in place and to promote in-house food and beverage vendors, the eatables and drinks got in from outside were dumped. There was no seating arrangement with numbers. It was just like come and find a place, sit. Period.

But the anticipation to see the maestro perform was so huge that people forgot this misadventures and troubles. By 7 PM, everybody was seated in the seats and standing in the arena for 450 bucks stands, the wait began for the KING of music to descend. Unfortunately it was a dampener. RJs of Radio Mirchi – Aditi and Shrikhand (Shrikant) began the proceedings in Marathi and people booed them. You cannot speak in a regional language when people from different backgrounds are in the stadia to watch a musical program which is devoid of any boundary or free to be tied down to the regional parlances. It followed by an irritating presentation on a school / educational foundation MIT’s activities in cleaning up 2 religious towns close to Pune. Well, nobody had paid 1000 bucks to watch this crap or listen to the anchors who just made a mess of the presentation. Shrikhand kept saying “stay tuned”. His radio mannerisms didn’t go.

Finally AR Rehman began his magic with a song from Guru “Jaage he der tak, hume kuch der sone do”. People went mad on listening the pitch of his voice. The troupe consisted of HariHaran, Niti Mohan, the gorgeous singer who sung Mayya Mayya from Guru later, Rashid Ali and Raja Hassan (Arziya from Delhi-6 and Khwajaji from Jodha Akbar). Hari enchanted the crowd with his “Tu hi Raay”, “ Roja janeman” and “Sarfaroshi ki tammana” coupled with eternal “Bharat humko jaan se pyara hai”. Sadhna Sargam sang Saathiya song and Rashid Ali sang the Aditi number for all Aditis of the world. Needless to say the Adus of the crowd were blushed.

There was a superb jugalbandi between Rehman, Hari Haran in the mid way stage and then it was turn of some heavy duty songs which pulled the crowd a bit back, but the real lovers of Rehman’s music were enthralled. There were dance numbers, there were soft songs, there were melodious numbers. All packaged in one. When Rehman sung “Dil Se” or “Humma Humma” and “Rukmani Rukmani”, we went mad. He also came up with a huge Tamil hit “Macha macha”, lyrics of which I didn’t understand. Delhi-6 and Slumdog millionare were the most sung movies. The notable absentees were Rangeela, Jeans, Hum se hai muqable, Lagan, Yaadein, Taal and Kisna.

I have lack of words to describe my feelings. I was shifted to the different world altogether. Watching Rehman was fabulous. He was so humble. No over the top moves, no self marketing, just acknowledgment of all the honor bestowed on him. That’s what makes his achievements even greater. The concert song – Jai Ho came at the fag end of the concert followed by Vande Mataram and Maa tujhe salam. Finally good to see the tri-color flashing on the video screen rather than saffron MH flag.

The exit arrangements were chaotic and chaos ruled all over. It took me 50 mins to find my bike in the parking area. And I was almost panicked when I didn’t find my bike for too long. All said and done, an amazing evening spent in listening to a legend.