Monday, July 18, 2011

a fren in need...

“U insane woman, u want me to go. Listen, if u didn’t have the courage, why the hell did u agree to meet that man in the first place, will u explain”, Nimiha shouted at Sheiba. Sheiba looked at her pleadingly and continued “plzzzzzz,plzzzzz na,it will be a big favour for me”, this argument had been dragging on for quite some time now and Sheiba was tired of it but she knew, if there was a person who could fill her in, it was Nimiha, in fact she was the only person Sheiba could think of when Vaibhav asked her to meet him.

Sheiba knew Nimiha would agree at the end, reason being Nimiha was also curious to know more about Vaibhav. Nimiha faked annoyance and looked at Sheiba; giving her a –do I have an option look and said “ok, will do it but next weekend u r taking me to F-Bar”, now did Sheiba have an option? She leapt from the bed she was lying on and hugged Nimiha, saying “thank you, Nimiha”. The next couple of hours were spend in discussing about Vaibhav. How they had met over the internet, what kind of conversations they usually had and so on and so forth.

Next day Sheiba was to meet Vaibhav. oooops!it was Sheiba who was supposed to meet Vaibhav but now Nimiha was going in her place. It wasn’t as if Sheiba did not want to meet Vaibhav, she just thought it will b more fun if she sends Nimiha and later she will be able to tease Vaibhav about it. Actually Vaibhav had once told her that after exchanging a few pleasenteries he would always come to know if it was Sheiba or someone else chatting through her ID. This was a nice way to find out how much he knew her or claimed to know her,She mused at her thought.

Nimiha reached CP around 6pm.They were supposed to meet in CCD. The minute she stepped inside her phone started ringing. She fished inside her bag her the damned mobile and taking it out stared at the screen, it read ‘Sheiba calling’ “fucking,eager bitch,bang on time”,she thought. She looked up before answering the phone and saw Vaibhav. She slid the phone inside the bag and walked towards him.

With every step she took towards him, she analysed him. Quite average looks,dressing sense ahemmm…as she approached him he greeted her with a smile.”i hope I didn’t keep u waiting for long” said Nimiha. Viabhav replied “I like to wait for the moon to come up”

And both of them burst out laughing. Thus, began their conversation.

When Nimiha got back it was nearly 11pm.Sheiba was waiting at the door. Nimiha knew wat was coming. Sheiba asked “so how was it?” Nimiha gave her a livid account of how boring their conversation was. “Firstly, he is less than average looking, manners are ok but conversations lull very soon with him, he is not even half as charming as we had made him out to be, Sheiba” Nimiha said. A quick pang of dissappointment surfaced on sheiba’s face. She didn’t want to believe it but it was a first hand account and people are not often what they seem to be over the internet, she thought. “Sheiba,there is nothing much to say about him, its almost like -all that glitters,is not gold. i think u overestimated him and ruined my whole evening,he seemed to b so smart ,caring and blah,blah over the internet bt in reality he is such a bore, yaar” said Nimiha and started mimicking him which made both of them laugh.

Having heard about Vaibhav straight from the horse’s mouth, Sheiba resolved to talk less to Vaibhav.She should be investing her time with someone more worthwhile, Sheiba thought.He had once said “I like to chat online and b silent when we meet” but silence here sounded boring.

That night when Sheiba saw Vaibhav online she did not talk instead she set her status as invisible.

That same night Nimiha added Vaibhav to her FB account and thought ‘my fren was a fool not to add him in FB and limit their talks to Gmail and yahoo messenger, but gud for me, now I can have him,ghosh!he is adorable’.

Late at night when Vaibhav had a look at his account a frenz request was waiting for him. He smiled. He thought to himself; this must b the girl I met today, she is damn cute n beautiful n she is not Mani and shit happens. With that thought he added her.

First kiss

First kiss

It was a magical nite

Dinner with her dream man

And later a rain dance

Nothing could b more right…

When the rain drops fell

She ran to save herself from getting drenched

But he stood in the rain

And extending his hand, he asked her to join him there…

She had no option, she knew

She went to him and her eyes did the talking

Surprisingly, he understood it too,

He held her hand and without any music the dance began

The rhythm was in their head

Thought the song was unsaid…

He spun her around

And held her again

Both the bodies met in the rain

He held her close

As if never to let her go

They kept moving to the rhythm unknown

She thought she could hear his heart beat

But was it his or her heart beating, she didn’t know…

She lifted her head, he looked at her

He bend his head low and her nose touched his

Both their heads titled

Lo! It was their first kiss

Lips parted and met in the rain

Each sucked the necter from the others lips…

Wat happened next , of that I don’t have a whiff

Let ur imaginations run wild

And tell me how do u think was their first kiss…

Sunday, July 17, 2011

love,labours......lost


She was the reason for his happiness, she was the one who made him smile, she was the one at the sight of whom his heart skipped a beat, acknowledging this Samuel smiled.

He was on his way home.The 5hour flight seemed endless,having been away for a month from his wife- Venica, wasn’t easy for him and now all the more, when she was pregnant with his child…..his child….his heart rejoiced whenever he thought about it.He could not think of anything that could have made him happier. He was going home to his wife….his 5 months pregnant wife….he remembered how their names looked together on the door of their house – ‘mr. and mrs.jorden' and now one more addition Samuel junior.

He got off the taxi and reached the door, all the time thinking of his wife….beloved wife.He pressed the doorbell….no one came….he pressed it again, this time longer than usual,still no sign of the door opening,he tried again. With the third ring his patience was exhausted. He got to the back door, it was ajar.a number of thoughs crossed his mind – a bugler, a killer,an animal, a criminal, he contemplated wat could possibly have happened.

He called out to his wife, no reply.He called again louder this time.He bagan shouting her name “Venica…….Venica……Venica…..”still no reply.He could hear something, he concentrated, someone sobbing.The noise came from the kitchen,he awarkdly walked to the kitchen. He froze at the entrance….there was his wife........lying on the floor and a man stood towering over her.He stared,unable to comprehend the situation.The man stared back.A few seconds tickled by…..on an impulse Samuel shot forward boxing the man,the man fell down and in the process grabbed a knife kept nearby.Samuel charged towards the man again with a greater intensity and sitting down beside him, started punching him.he could hear a voice shouting “chrisssssss”, he wondered who was chris?was it his wife’s voice?was it a nightmare?was it hallucination?the man held on to the knife,slowly lifted it up, while Samuel like a man possessed kept punching him, hauling abuses.The knife came down unnoticed and a fountain of blood ran through the floor.

A few months later the case was brought up.

It was a simple case of self defence,wherein it was said that Samuel had attacked the man and the man in self defence had to use the knife which accidently killed Samuel.

Venica, stood outside the door of their house, passing a name plate to that man.

She smiled at him while passing the name plate,he smiled back.

The name plate read ‘Mr.Chris Spence & Mrs.Venica Spence’