~~The Story of a Girl - Part 2~~

25 June, 2015
It was another one of my late-entry days into the class. Without having much of a choice, I had to grab a seat in the front row. Till about a month back, I had to look for an opportunity to turn back to check whether he was present, but I did not need to do that anymore. Now, I could just feel his presence. It sounds crazy, isn't it? Yeah, it is!

This feeling of sensing someone's presence is inexplicable. It's as if his very own presence has filled a void in that space. It is like a connection from your heart to his. It is like an imaginary force that is pulling you so hard that you don't really have a choice but to feel it. You can instantly sense the smell of his body odor even if he tries to mask it with the most classy perfume. You start to like the scent of his body rather than the fragrance of his expensive perfume he uses. Yes, it is that much melodramatic.

This wasn't happening for the first time to me. I'd had a similar experience some seven years back, but we'll save that story for some other time. It's a rare and a unique feeling that you would experience once or twice in your lifetime. This was my second time I was experiencing it, and I prayed to God that it would also be my last.

So going back to where we started from; I was sitting in the front row while I  felt his presence somewhere behind and as a reflex I gave a big smile to Piyush who was sitting next to me. I guess he must have thought that I was hitting on him. This was very evident from his behavior throughout the remainder of the class and yes, throughout our remainder of two years in college. Sometimes, you sow the seeds of love, feelings and attachment in a person without really meaning to do it. It is not your fault; nor is it theirs. It just happens. And going by the same logic, this guy I had been drooling over from the past couple of months, also probably didn't feel for me the way as I did for him. I might have been just guessing also. I was still in that 'he loves me, he loves me not' zone.

The class got over and the first thing I did was to turn around and take a look at him, which was obvious. There he was. Aaaah, that smile!! It almost made me want to cry with joy. The happiness was short lived though. If rumors were to be believed, he was chasing this hot-looking girl in our class. I did not want to believe them, but I was forced to when I caught him constantly trying to make small talk to her or be around her. And that's what he was doing right then. He looked around and our eyes met. I immediately turned and started walking away towards the corridor. Those tears of joy had turned into tears of sorrow. I felt fat, ugly, short. She was tall, rich, beautiful, and had that perfect hour-glass figure. Why would he ever choose me over her. At the same moment, I thought of giving up. But then, somebody came up from behind and hit me so hard on my head that I almost fell on the floor. There he was- the guy I was going head over heels for! I turned back immediately and we started a playful fight; I'd punch him hard on his shoulder and he'd punch me back with equal vigour. After a few minutes, our wrestling ended but what rushed back was a flood of emotions, feelings and hopes.

"This guy, he'll be mine one day," I smiled and thought to myself as I walked back to my hostel that day. I was in dire need of taking a bath; people in the room next to ours had started complaining of a false odour. It had been five days. Horrendous? I know.

Editing credits: Murali Manohar, who is an awesome writer himself and I owe him one for giving this a smooth and final touch. He's also advised me to re-read Wren and Martin :P Thanks Murali! You remind me of my favourite English teacher in school :) :)

~~The Story of a Girl :) ~~

21 June, 2015
The 9:00 a.m. classes were the worst. As hostelers, we had inherited the traditional habit of sleeping late in the night, or should I say early in the morning. Our most hated object - the alarm - would ring sharp at 8.30 a.m. In 20 minutes, 3 roommates, using a common bathroom and toilet, finished their daily social obligations (excluding bathing ofcourse; that we would keep for the evening). The classroom door would be shut at 9:05 a.m. sharp; no late comers allowed. Keeping this in mind, we ran, yes literally ran, the 300 meters to college.

It was one of these days. I managed to rush into the class at sharp 9:04 a.m. The professor sat on his chair; arms folded; staring at the floor; not blinking. Then without even looking at his watch, he stood up at 9:05 a.m. sharp, reached the door, and shut it on the face of a student, whose squeak of  'please Sir' subsided somewhere behind the door.

I was a back bencher. Not always though. The first two lectures in a trimester for every professor were spent in analyzing his behavioral patterns.  Does he pick up back benchers to ask them questions or does he focus on teaching only the bunch sitting in the front? Basis the analysis drawn, I would choose a seat. Ofcourse I wasn't left with much of a choice when the class had full attendance and I managed a late entry.

So this was another late entry day. I was forced to sit amongst book worms. Not that they were bad people or I had a problem with them, infact some of them were my best buddies.  I was just very different from them. The class started. The professor started scribbling some statistical data on the board. I had to look busy, so I blindly started Ctrl 'V'ing whatever he wrote onto my notebook. Then very subtly, I turned around to take a look at my friends seated at the back. My eyes wandered around searching for him. He wasn't there. 'Silly boy', I smiled to myself and thought, 'must've been chatting with some random girl all night''.

That day, two years ago, this boy who had unknowingly crept into a corner of my heart, had given me hopes of an adventurous and fun-filled future. His presence had rejuvenated my life, and whenever my best friend and classmate Sakshi asked me 'what is it that you like in him?', I smirked and said, 'nothing, it's just the way his presence brings me to life'. Sakshi would then jolt me hard and shout aloud 'Stop dreaming!! and come back to reality'!

Anyways, that day turned out to be really boring. He didn't even turn up in the second half, lazy bums! I managed to sleep through both the 3-hour long lectures; once or twice nudged by a friendly neighbour who'd been religiously copying down notes on strategic management and managerial economics from the past 4-5 hours. Little did he know then, that he'd eventually end up getting a 'Sales Manager' job in a bank two years later. I bet, if he'd known this, we'd be dozing off together that day.

The bell rang. After the usual chitter-chatter here and there, I headed back to my hostel where the next episode of Big Bang Theory was waiting for me. As I entered my room, I threw myself into the bed, turned the laptop on and the episodes marathon began. I was supposed to take a bath, but decided to wake up early next morning to take one.

I obviously didn't wake up early next day. And the next day too. And the next.....Sorry, I don't quite like the idea of bathing.. It's a sheer waste of time, water and energy. If I were God, I would scrap this option out of the lives of humankind completely.

(to be continued...)

 Disclaimer: All characters and events in this story and the ones to come are entirely fictitious. Any similarity to actual events or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental :P 

~~You Are My Sunshine :) :) ~~

18 February, 2015
When this lady first walked into my life almost a decade back, I had no idea she'd change a part of me to someone I am today. This is a long pending post dedicated to not just a friend, but a soul-sister, a person who knows me better than I know myself, someone who has been alongside through all walks of life, and the only person I allow to abuse me in the worst of English/hindi language slangs :D  

Ms. Stuti Tiwary, the only girl I know who once had a gender problem like me (using ‘jaunga’ ‘khaunga’ instead of ‘jaungi’ khaungi’). Sadly, owing to social pressure, she has sorted this out, but nothing else has changed much besides that. She’s still the happy go lucky person, the party lover, and the extremely outgoing person I have known. Not many people can see through her ‘bold exteriors’, which hide an extremely soft and sensitive person inside. Yes, she’s only tough for the big bad world.

When I first came to Delhi, I wasn’t sure whether I’d be able to survive the hip-hop kind of an environment that the North Campus of Delhi University is known for.  But in about a matter of six months, I found myself sitting next to Ms. Tiwary at the notorious Lover’s Point of Hansraj College, checking out studs and whistling at a couple of them every now and then. I would say, I was only ‘naughty’ before I came to Delhi, but this girl, she brought out the ‘naughtiest’ in me.

She gives me gyaan very occasionally, but when she does, they become a part and parcel of my life. Some of her golden words:
  •  In friendship, you don’t expect from me, and I don’t expect from you
  • When you meet a guy, always consider him a dog, till the time he proves that he is not one (no offence to anyone, although am sure there’s none taken)
  •  Party when you are partying, and study when you are studying (basically, ‘focus’)
  • If the friendship is true, the roads are bound to meet again
  • Move on quickly; don’t hang around your past
  • Just chill and live life to the fullest
Ms. Tiwary, I hereby publicly declare that I am crazy about you and love you more than ever. And come what may, am never letting go of you.

P.S.: Please abuse me only on personal chat after reading this; public display of affection could be injurious to my reputation :D :D

With love,
yours and only yours Anu :* :*

~~Listen to 'you' :)~~

04 June, 2014
The world will have a lot to say when you ask them for their opinion on 'falling in love again'. In the end, what matters is - what you feel inside you. It was you who felt the happiness, the reawakening, the magic, the courage to allow yourself to feel for someone all over again. The world will never know your feelings better than you. So, listen to 'you'.

Just when you thought the world was over, a special someone walks into your life and you find yourself giggling away to glory for no reason. You forget your pain, your sorrows, and there will always be a reason to smile.. The world will term it as 'you falling for someone'; but you know for a fact that you are rising to a new and beautiful life. So, listen to 'you'.

Sometimes you are too afraid to love for the second or third or fourth or #okayanynumber of times. For the simple reason that you are too frightened of making yourself vulnerable and hurting yourself again. The world will tell you 'don't commit the same mistake again'.. But you still go ahead and in the end realise it was worth it!! So, listen to 'you'.

You live a short and sweet life in the hope that someday everything is going to be perfect. Truth is life will never be perfect. The world will tell you 'wait for the right person to walk into your life'. But you don't wait - you take chances, you commit mistakes - and your love will find you :) So, listen to 'you'.

~~I don't know what it is :)~~

24 April, 2014

I don’t know what it is
It’s a feeling so strange...
But it’s left me dazzled, it’s left me amazed

I don’t know what it is
It’s like a far-fetched dream...
But it keeps me happy; it makes me smile

I don’t know what it is
It’s like an inexplicable joy...
And it makes me blush; it makes me feel shy

I don’t know what it is
It’s a feeling of utmost freedom...
And it keeps me going; it makes me fly 

~~~COLLEGE DAYS~~~(Last Part) :)

06 March, 2014

Wrote this about 6 months back:

This is about a boy who would always enter the classroom late, about a stud who convinced every student on campus that entering late in classroom is a privilege not a shortcoming, about a boy who turned a man in style ;) This post about him has been due since a long time; but inspired by him, this is late too ;) I speak of Anil Meena, naam toh suna hi hoga. To be honest, I did not notice this guy till about a month of joining college. And to be even more honest, I did not notice him till about the middle of second year when our class went out for a trip to Nainital. Reason being, he looked like a 'lafanga' - the one who smirks at every girl who passes by. On the trip, he was one of the only three guys who had come in a group of almost 25 of us. So all girls came to know - ki jo dikhta hai woh hota nahi hai, and jo hota hai woh dikhta nahi hai :D In short, 'hey! Anil is not a lafanga. Lets start speaking to him regularly'. :D

Wrote this today :) :

Ideally, this should have been a fun post and I should have posted of all the nonsense that we have done in the company of each other. But, surprisingly, I have decided to write some serious stuff. One reason being that I have learnt a lot from Anil. Here are some of the many things. Also, for the first time, in the history of this blog, am going to make use of the 'f' word, as a tribute to my friend.

  • Be fucking cool!
  • Don't give a fuck to the past!
  • Don't give a fuck to what others think of you!
  • Fuck people who don't care!
  • Love what you do, do what you love
  • Don't save money; spend it on things you love doing
  • Love your job, or quit it
  • Work hard, party harder
  • Patience is the key to success
  • Groom and vroom
  • Drink beer and chill 
Thank you Anil for being a wonderful part of my life. You are one of the best people I know and I would never want to let go of you. You've enlightened my life in ways that even you are not aware of. And sorry for making this a serious post; I just let my emotions flow :)

The memories of the past are drifting away. Time moves on and so do we. All things, good or bad, fade away with time.This is my last post on College Days. I hope you guys had fun reading all of them. Cheers :)

~Am the girl from WULMUL WULMUL WONDER :)~

30 September, 2013

I had never felt this dull and de-motivated in life before. My job sucked and I was struggling to cope up with relations. I found myself faced with negativity and utter boredom. I could not even remember the last time I’d gone on a vacation with friends and family. I was busy yes, but they were all busy too. Distances tend to bring distances and slowly we had all drifted apart. One fine day, I decided to pack my bags and set off to a random place. I wanted to set out! – away from the hustle bustle of this buzzing world; away from the daily pressure of deadlines; away from the expectations of an ever demanding world – to a place where I could find myself back.

I reached the New Delhi Station at 6 a.m. in the morning. As usual, railway stations never sleep, and even at this hour it overflowed with people. I managed to make my way through to the ticket counters and stood there for a while, trying to decide where to travel to. I had thought of nearby places like Agra or Alibagh, but I wasn’t sure how much I would enjoy these on a solo trip. As I looked around – a very strange site caught my eyes: an empty ticket counter, which read “Tickets to wulmul wulmul wonder”. I rubbed my eyes hard to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. I reached the counter to find a lady sitting there, smiling away to glory. I enquired: “Madam what place is this; never heard of it”. She replied in a sweet husky voice, “If you believe in God and if you think he loves you, don’t think twice. Just buy the tickets!!”. ‘What the hell is she talking about’, was my instant reaction. After a little thought I bought the tickets. I took them from her, and looked down to check the platform number. To my horror, the ticket read ‘Platform no. 9 ¾’. My jaw dropped! I know that I am a die-hard fan of Harry Potter but that definitely does not imply that this lady will kid with me in this wild way. I looked up to blast her, but my world shook when I found myself standing in front of a wall instead of the counter! ‘Oh boy, what the hell was going on???!!’

I made my way towards platform number 9, still trying to recover from the shock. ‘All these days of depression have probably left me crazy and I must be imagining things’, is all I could tell myself at that point of time. I was not surprised to see a huge pillar standing midway between platforms 9 and 10. Not thinking too much, I decided to run into it, as in the movie. I did, and I saw myself standing on Platform 9 ¾. Only difference here as compared to the movie was that I found the platform absolutely empty. The train showed a green signal and started moving. I don’t know what was compelling me to do this, but I ran as fast as I could and managed to catch the train.

As I entered the compartment, the most marvellous site appeared before me: a buffet with my favourite food!! Super hungry that I was, I ran to the table and started hogging every bit of it! All varieties of pizzas, pastas, dhoklas, chocolates, etc etc went right into my mouth, to be squashed down with my favourite soft drinks and mocktails! Soft music played in the background, and a powerful aroma of fresh roses refreshed the atmosphere. I wrapped up the feast with some delicious desserts and then went ahead to explore the other compartments. All this while, I wasn’t thinking much – what, why, where. It all seemed to be part of a reality show and I wouldn’t be surprised if any one of Salman Khan from Big Boss or Cyrus Brocha from MTV Bakra would suddenly blast into the train accompanied by flashy cameras.

Anyways, I went ahead to explore the other compartments and to my amazement, each one of them had something or the other to offer: a marvellous collection of best-selling books I have always wanted to read, an exhaustive collection of music and movies DVDs, a home theatre, a gaming zone with the latest version of x-box, and everything imaginable when one thinks of ‘fun’. I was swooned and tried my hand at everything. ‘This was awesome and legendary!!’

I was so involved in the endless entertainment that I did not realize just how much time I’d been on that super amazing train. Suddenly, I realized that the train had halted. I went outside the compartment to check. I was there. I had reached the land of Wulmul Wulmul wonder. I stepped out of the train. All I could now see was a door which seemed to be flashing something. It seemed to have a TV screen on it. I went near it to see what it read. And what I saw was unbelievable:

I placed my finger on the ‘Touch here for suggestions’ tab. ‘Whoa!’ There appeared a list of all fascinating tourist destinations – from Kashmir to South Africa to Honolulu and far-fetched places I’d not even dreamt of ever visiting. I touched California and another list of places within the state appeared. I chose ‘Disneyland’! I then moved to suggestions for the person I would like to visit this place with. A huge list of all the people I have ever known in my life popped up, including those I loved, those I loved and lost, and those I hated. I scrolled down to search for the name of a person who was once my best friend-turned-boyfriend, someone I’d have the most fun with, but somehow we’d fallen apart a year back for reasons I didn’t wish to remember. There it was; his name – Arpit – my long lost friend. I chose his name. Then gently I pushed the door knob and walked inside.

As I walked inside, I saw the silhouette of a man standing right in front of Disneyland. As I moved towards him, his face became clearer and I saw him looking at me, with that same heavenly smile and those kind eyes that knew only love. I came close to him, and without saying a word, we hugged. Memories of the past rushed back. About a year back, he chose to leave me alone for someone else. But right here right now, I either had an option to cry and blame him for the past or live the present moment. I decided to go with the latter. Somehow I felt, this was the Arpit I’d met on the first day of college – the happy guy who cared about everyone. It seemed that Wulmul Wulmul wonder had actually filtered and sent the best version of my friend minus what had gone wrong in the later stages of life. What more could I have asked for. Thank you Wulmul Wulmul Wonder! The world around appeared the same – excited children, doting parents, couples in-love – which meant we were actually in Disneyland and this was not a figment of our imagination. Like the good old days we went hand in hand, into Disneyland, and into hours of exuberance. In life, we choose to leave some people, and some people choose to leave us. What we forget sometimes is that even if hell breaks loose, we should never let go of someone who trusts us blindly and loves us from the bottom of his or her heart.

Suddenly with a loud thud, everything including Arpit disappeared and I was standing in front of the same door again with an option to enter a new place and destination. This time I entered ‘Seven wonders of the world’ and ‘Family’. Ever since I was a child, I had this dream of going around the world with my parents and sisters. They were my most prized possession and my busy life left me with no time for them. I opened the door, and there they were! We group-hugged and walked over to this big screen right in front of us:

We decided to start with Taj Mahal India; I touched the screen and there we were standing right in front of the beautiful monument. Amma papa’s happiness knew no bounds and I had never seen my sisters this happy before. My life seemed complete and I felt Nirvana. The board with the list of the seven wonders appeared every time we finished exploring a place. We visited them all while having the time of our lives. Our family is indeed the most important part of our life – we must always find time for them.

Everything vanished again. The door appeared. I chose combinations of my best friends from every walk of life along with a combination of places I have always wanted to visit. As in the case of Arpit, Wulmul Wulmul Wonder filtered and sent the best versions of all these people. The expeditions became all the more special when we would come across our favourite celebrities like Shahrukh Khan, Amitabh Bachchan, Sachin Tendulkar and many many more. We even visited the Parliament and slapped some politicians. Life seemed more than perfect!

All of a sudden, a splash of chilled water hit my face. I heard my roommate scream: “Don’t you have to go to the office!!??? Wake up silly girl! And how many times are you going to listen to this song ‘wulmul wulmul wonder’ from Bhaag Milkha Bhaag (BMB)! You left it on repeat mode last night; had to wake up in the middle of the night to turn it off!!”

‘DAMN!! So this was a dream!! NOOOOOOO!’ Every time I listened to this song from BMB, I wondered what Wulmul Wulmul wonder would look like. My fascination built into this dream of a perfect land where you could be with people you love, go where you want to go and do what you want!

I felt so refreshed and rejuvenated after this dream. It taught me a lesson of forgiveness, of love, of valuing people, of ignoring their shortcomings and respecting them for what they are. Just like Wulmul Wulmul Wonder filtered and produced the best versions of people, similarly we have the power to let go of negativity. And most importantly, apart from all the hustle bustle of our busy professional lives, we need to take some time out for those who matter. Plan a trip, go out, explore new places, have fun. Take some time out for your hobbies and interests – every now and then take a ride of that super amazing train I saw in my dream. We have a small life. It doesn’t need to be taken so seriously. As for me, I am setting out on a real trip now. My bags are packed and this time I know exactly where to go.

You just met a girl and she’s from WULMUL WULMUL WONDER. You can dance and she can sing, rock the whole night longer!! WULMUL WULMUL WONDER WULMUL WULMUL.

You got it right. I am the girl from WULMUL WULMUL WONDER and the language of love and happiness is all I know.

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~जाने अनजाने मे ज़िंदगी इतना सिखा देती है~

30 May, 2013

जाने अनजाने मे ज़िंदगी इतना सिखा देती है

की अपने लिए जी लो, दुनिया ठुकरा देती है

की आज खुल क हंस लो, दुनिया रुला देती है

जाने अनजाने मे ज़िंदगी इतना सिखा देती है

की मोम जैसे कोमल रहो, दुनिया पत्थर बना देती है

की खुद से तुम प्यार करो, दुनिया नफ़रत का घूँट पिला देती है

जाने अनजाने मे ज़िंदगी इतना सिखा देती है

की कल जो हुआ उसे भूल जाओ, दुनिया फिर दर्द देती है

की खुद को तुम अपना खुदा कहो, दुनिया हैवान बना देती है

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