museman

Do I sound desperate? Hmm

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Current Music: dheeme dheeme(1947)

Old habits die hard. I slept at 6:30 am today. A hangover of engineering days. Nights spent as days and days as nights. That was the summary of those four years. This Saturday night, again, with the comfort that a Sunday provides, I decided to relive old memories.

The night started with me watching Miss India. Disappointment. I was routing for Tanya. And the most unlikely winner propped up. We will skip the matter here. Let

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The world was changing fast around me. Aishwarya ceased to be beautiful. I mean, she was beautiful alright but she was not the most beautiful girl around. Gayatri was all around. Bollywood movies, the same ones that I had ripped apart in the past, started sounding sensible. Love was in the air, and yes, Valentines Day has long since gone.

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I waited for the mobile to ring. I waited for the call from Gayatri. I was irritated when anybody else called. I was not interested in any ones business anymore. My life had taken a different route. Single point agenda. Persue Gayatri.

 

The sense that had prevailed in me, for some days, realizing that I was not supposed to think too much about a girl with whom I had barely an acquaintance with, was conspicuous by its absence. I was not walking on the ground anymore.

 

One fine day, I got the call.  From 9987012345. I jumped. The timing was almost exquisite. If I had jumped any higher, my head would have been sliced by the ceiling fan. I took the call.

 

Hai Gayatri. How are you? I

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< ?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" />Second part of 'Have fun'. You can read the first part beneath. Needless to say, its a fiction piece.

 

It was the voice which haunted me first. After that last conversation with Ramesh, it was the memories which haunted me. Repentance for all the lost opportunities of foregone years.  I was restless. A lost case so to speak. It was difficult to get her out of my mind. It was strange how the mind was able up to conjure up an image of her even after so many years. And then immediately, her marriage would come flashing to mind. It was tormenting.

 

Then after some days, like every time, sense prevailed. It all looked silly now, thinking so much about a girl that I was barely acquainted with, some 8 years back. After all, she was just a classmate of mine. Just another friend.

 

I decided to speak to her once. No matter how many friends you make in life, school mates are always special. I think no matter how hard you try, you will never make so close or innocent friends again. Probably because your school mates would have seen you at your best and at your worst.  Probably they carry an image of yours which has you sneezing uncontrollably with a running nose, the shirt sleeve sufficing for a hanky.

 

I waited for the next Sunday to call her up. Didn

Current Mood: Amazed
Current Music: taxi no 9211

The mobile rang. It was a new number. Read 9987012345. I dread the number. It is the customer care number of Telnet, my service provider. I mean, I have no complaints about the company maintaining its customer relationships. Just that I would rather be left alone in my private times than be drawn into a questionnaire with the oh-so-polite agents.

I took the call reluctantly.

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Hello.

 

Hello, good evening sir. Am I speaking to Mi-ste-r. Raghav?

 

Yes.  This is Raghav speaking.

 

We are calling from Telnet. I hope I am not disturbing you sir.

 

(In the usual scenario, I would have replied in the affirmative and cut the call. But there was something unusual about this voice. I don

Current Mood: Happy Indeed!
Current Music: the last laugh(mark knopfler)

Museman is on a major reuse drive. :-) His last post was his first(and last till date)poem and the current one is his first foray into fiction writing. I had to fight hard to resist a strong itching to edit it. Read further to get double struck.

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It was the 24th of May.  I had gone to Kacheguda station to bid farewell to a dear friend of mine.  And I think I had Rs140 with me.  And the reason why I am telling you about my financial status of that moment would soon be justified.

 

By the time I came to Koti bus stop it was around 10:40.  And there were a group of people huddled around.  And a man was busy with his tricks and was the centre of attraction.  They were playing the game of 'double struck'.  I don

Current Mood: Happy
Current Music: Tere Bina(fuzon)

The final nail being bored on to the coffin . . .
The coffin lays buried deep down the ground.
No regrets,
No remorse.

Only that the 'buried' seems to be a stranger.
Strange it is....
because the stranger was once a beautiful friendship.

And the pangs of separation strike
when the realization dawns...
The being of the coffin is
an indispensable part,
to be found again.

And the self will have his remorse.
Until the dawn of the day....
Until the memories of the cemetery wade.

Tailpiece: Friendships break. The best of friends become the perfect of strangers. Its a comman happening. All thru the world.
This titleless poem happens to be the only poetry that i ever wrote. And i am sure i will never get back to it. I seldom understand poetry. And i understand i must never venture into writing one!

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Current Music: none

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Gives me reason enough to write a small piece that I have been wanting to write for a long long time.

 

I just wanted to list down all the books that I have been reading off late. I am not sure if this problem is unique to me or pertains to others too. I start off reading a book, it is interesting but when I chance upon a new book, I stop reading this interesting book and jump on to the new one, only to leave it in between for a another book. So, simultaneously, I would be reading half-a-dozen books which are at various stages of reading.

 

 

The great Indian novel-Shashi Tharoor

 If you like reading humor, you must must MUST get hold of this book.  It is by far the most unrestrained comic piece that I have read. Let me give away the storyline a little. As the title suggests, it is a not-so-subtle spoof of the great indian epic, Mahabharata.

What makes it interesting is that mahabharata is rewritten mapping characters from the epic to the real life characters of our indian freedom struggle. Bhishma, whose original name is Gangaputra, is transformed into Gangaji, an obvious reference to M.K.Gandhi. Dhruthrashtra, who yeilds power under the guidance of Bhishma, becomes Nehru. And then its fun. What makes it all the more interesting is the guessing game that becomes a part of the reading experience as you try and map the characters from the epic to real life people. Karna becomes Mohammed Ali Karna. Now, I wont give any more story line. Do read it. I give it a five star rating.

A small excerpt (rewritten though):Gangaji tells dhrurashtra at the time of marriage. "I have chosen for you one of the most beautiful girls from Afganistan. Her face is that of an angel.  Not that it matters to you but still......"  I have read three fourths of the book as of now and it is thoroughly enjoyable.

 

 

Freedom at midnight: Dominique lappiere and Larry Collins

 A little biased and patronizing towards Lord Mountbatten but a worthwhile read nevertheless. The duo is a combination of good historians and taut fiction writers. So, they pack in a punch to our freedom struggle. The book is half the size of 'A suitable Boy'. Needless to say, you need patience to read it. I have read one-fourths fo the book.

 

Five dollar smile-Shashi Tharoor

A collection of short stories of the early career of my new favourite author. Not a must read. Especially the play(which takes half the size of the book) is not too interesting. Some of the story lines are amusing though. For instance, the title story is that of a boy who is featured in the poster of WHO as the face of famine and how his life changes because of the campaign. Almost done with reading this book.

 

 

A piece of cake- Swathi kaushal

Hmm..about a 29 year old single girl. Fast paced. FPS fast forwarded ten years with a female protagonist. Thoroughly enjoyable. I give it a four star out of five. I can't give you the story line though. Just started reading the book.

 

Burial at Sea- Kushwant Singh.

Another favourite author. Not one of his best pieces. Falls just short of being called crap. The lead character is an interpretation of Jawaharlal Nehru and his vision of < ?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" />India. Fast paced but not too much of wit or sensuality that you expect of the surd.

 

Fountainhead-Ayn Rand

Phew....I've been reading this book for almost four years now. Came untill the 200th page with great difficulty. Will never get back to it. I don't subscribe to any of the views of the author. I found it an agonizing affair to read the book. Fictionwise it is kind of ok. But otherwise, it is complete crap. Of course, each one has his own view and no doubt there are hundreds of Ayn Rand fans all over. What put me off the author was the first three or four pages of another book called Anthem. Lets  leave it at it that I couldn't read any further.

 

Tailpiece: Its not like I don't complete reading books. I do complete them. Just that I read too many books at the same time. Guess I will have a fresh stock of 5-6 books by the end of this month and hopefully the currents ones would be read to completion by then.

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