Broken Heart @ Kolkat

I wrote this to make fun of my teammate, it is written as if this happens in our office's guest house in Kolkata where we stayed.

Broken Heart @ Kolkata

"(Actor)Surya had come to our guest house", Amudha (the target, my teammate) came running into our room announcing. She was gasping for breath, unsure if it is out of excitement or running. Sitting in some remote place of Kolkata, the info is completely irrelevant. Ram said, "Amudha, I still see your head in place and I believe there is some brain left yet to be substituted with clay". I added, "Ram I expected this, I saw some nuts lying unscrewed around her place". Frustrated Amudha, "Come-on guys, see it for yourself". And in a subdued admiring voice to herself "his eyes, his style, his accent" and in a louder voice to us "Come-on".

It was a figure that for sure had escaped the cremation fire halfway. Irked with that when we turned to her with aguish questioning look, she told feebly "I forgot to add 'The Black Version'". Yet a better twist was awaiting for us in store. Like Rajini swirls his fingers before any punch dialogs, on his right "Sastralu", on left "Sambradhailu", and in mid "I'm Nagu" and with a pause, "Name you" leaving us confused. She interjected explain us "he is asking your name".

During dinner I asked, "How come you can understand him". Amudha replied cleverly, "He is also from Andra", "But, if it is telugu it makes sense, How come you understand his crap English". For that, and for the first time we realized she can bliss. When I turned to Ram, he simply told me, "Love is blind".

When Kalpana (another teammate) saw Nagu for first time, poor girl met his eyes unwarned (bulgy eyes, hazardously exaggerated by his nerdy spectacle lenses), she fell unconscious. On analyzing her doctor told, "nothing to fear, she had encountered something really scary".

On another day, when asked about his work on a casual chat over a tea, he "I rule four people (means: he got four people to work for him) , one project in shirt pocket another in pant pocket, can what I doing, (means: what can I do) manager beg (hope no more translation is required) , I go America, I go Singapore and I go now Kolkata". Listening these Amudha sat there unmoved, moved by his stature. On his heights of explanation while gesturing he struck a tea cup to fall, breaking it. Housekeeper charged him for that.

Nagu says,"Theater guy charged me 10 rupees for Broken Arrow movie"

"Housekeeper charged me for Broken Cup"

"But Amudha didn't charged me for her Broken Heart"

"I like her, her like I" , "Ha" a pause, "Ha" a pause, "Ha" a pause.

cheers,

deepak p

it’s my day

I do still remember that night

It happened all in sudden, till that moment I was safe in a warm room.

something pushed me out

I was naked! lying in the hands of some stranger, helplessly

I was not able to do anything, but comfortably cried

I don't know at that time, it will take at least 6 months to talk and another 3 more months to walk

Many were around me, but I don't recognize even a single face

On contrary, they were smiling at me..

oops, Some even rejoiced, on seeing me..worse na!…

This happened exactly two decades and tow couple of years back

Yup, as u guessed, I tried celluloiding my b'day

Girl, No one else makes me feel the way you do

She struck me directly and deep in my heart. There was no one to witness what was happening; we were alone in the lift. It was her killer eyes that struck me, the most crucifying thing that I had ever encountered.

While we were leaving the lift, there happened a close moment that my nostril caught, her fragrance, which sleeked all the way through my trachea and bronchi before mixing into my blood that got pumped throughout me by my heart, filling her in me.

There was a kind unexplainable fragility or tenderness in her that tempted me towards her. These seeded a thought in my mind that I should try making her mine.

I walked out of the lift with a additional pace, to figure out who this strange girl in the college was? As if boosting my confidence, she walked into my classroom. She was a new joinee to our class. I asked my class rep to put her in my batch for the practical classes for which he told, "Dude, competition is heavy. I myself is thinking of getting her into my batch". In a careless warning tone I told him, "I sit in NCC selection jury, and remember your father will pull nerves out of you if you don't make it this time", which comfortably set things right for me.

The next biggest task I had was to get a good idea to impress her. When" I asked my roommates, one said, "Praise her in all walks, girls fall for compliments", another guy disapproving the idea told "if you do so, they will tag you as flirt, instead,advice and occasionally scold her asking her to do things right way, creating a image that you care for her", for which another guy broke into teasing laugh and told "then they will call you Socrates or Hitler, I'll tell you what, just behave as if you are not at all interested in her, girls likes the one who don't like them", another guy stopped him saying, "Oops, that's dangerous, if it goes in other way, she will think you as dumb".

Contempt with any of these, as a final refugee I called my papa and told him everything. As a matured pal he said, "Do everything they told you, but it should be spontaneous don't cook those. Just be yourself. It is good that you got time and opportunity to show her who you are. Let her see your best and worst side, your naked face, never wear 'Mr. Nice Guy' mask, and if she is still in, no matter what, she is your girl".

Here is a virtual yet the actual extract of my lab record by the end of the year.

Title Of the Experiment:	Expedition on the life's biggest enigma
Aim:	To find if the girl likes me and find if she is the my 'one'.
Prerequisites:	No others walk into her life before I do (god help me with this)
Apparatus Required:	Enough situations to expose our good and bad to each other. Toughest guts to behave truly as me, even if it means losing her.
Observations:	She was the most lively and reasonable person, having something or other in store that kept me engaged and pleasurable. She preferred to and grabbed every opportunity to spend her time with me.
Findings:	I'll be happy and will live every moment of it if she is in my side, no matter what fate had in its mind for me. She too felt the same way
Result:	There was an untold pact between us that we will go together in our future, without following the regular procedure of telling 'I love you' with a reply of 'Me too'

cheers,

deepak p

do leme kno if i’d bored you @ any point of this story

pains are good

"I should have clicked those two girls in my mobile cam", was the very thought that struck my, just settled, mind and me, out of hurry in catching my evening office shuttle, which I would have missed in a split second.
One girl is relocating to the next city, that day, where her love lives and another is her "stick aside throughout the day pal" for a long run, so called best friend.
Moments before I started to catch my shuttle I dropped into their bay, to say a sendoff bye with a note of fun to the girl leaving that day.
I was stalled by their faces, those had tears facial. The wet traces of tears that they should have been wiped off moments before remained. The red threaded vines running across their eye balls, depicted their mood. Both the girls forced a pitiful smile into their face, to me as I stepped in.
For some reason, I didn't want to disturb the harmony of the high feeling running around the place with a fun note. With that I told, "fine, have a good journey" added with a take care and left the place. (I should have captured them in a snap, it would be memorable and funny when we look back at those defining moments)
We are put through such 'inevitable separations' as life perceives towards its destiny, and the fear of dryness or void in our life that may result without this person around us, causes a 'pain'.

This 'pain' makes us understand how precious any person in our life is.
This 'pain' makes us overcome any ego or tiny hatred or any other thing and show the true love.

I was thinking of how should I end this writing, then thought 'why should I end something which talks about never ending relations', so just three dots...

cheers,
deepak p

if it is a worthy write-up then, I'm dedicating it to all my beloved people with whom I live in separation.

Just be with me, as what, doesn't matters

It has been long

I meant to you what I felt.

Not just to let you turn me down.

No reply, replied your no to me.

On a breezy evening garden bench,

I sat down, letting eye lids to shutoff the pupil

From the site of dew drenched grass, and

Letting my thoughts to put your face instead

Shocked was I,

My mind's cache didn't backed up your face depiction!

But the charm and enthu of yours, those swept me off

were still garden fresh there!

See girl,

just with your thoughts along my side,

ended me with this writing, (good one as I perceive)

Wondering what heights I'll end up

With you, by my side.

So girl,

just be with me,

If not as a girl friend,

Better as a friend.

cheers,

deepak

Probably this is the first write-up I did with Pen and Paper. Dammed the thoughts as flooded. Do let me know how it was

hell on the heels

I told her “I love you, will you marry me”, amid her sip of hot tea, on the breezy eve just after a heavy rain (the same breeze, set my mind on a prefect romantic quotient) , in a road side tea shop on a feebly frequented road. She, being carried away by the climatically tasty hot tea, casually was about ask me to tell clearly what I told. In another fraction of seconds realizing what I had told her, she started with a smile which in following seconds turned to a bewildered look. Though her face expression, let me confused in reading her thoughts, they clearly showed even she is confused about how to react.

Wearing the same expressions in her face, she told “I’ll tell you what tomorrow”, turning her jet black eye ball’s to her watch, and before even the minimal interval required to conclude the time from the watch’s hand’s positions, she continued “I’m getting late, see you tomorrow”. With the same hurried reflex she collected her bag, left the table and started, about to run, walking away from me.

In a raised voice intended to stop her, I “Hey wait, what will you tell tomorrow”. She slowed her pace and turned towards me, but still walking in reverse with slow steps, told “the same what you told today” with a sudden broke out of heavy genuine smile in her face. She turned back and covered a few yards in running, out of a sheer excitement and took a auto that came on the way.

She had left me with a electrified sensation and made me feel as if I had won the whole world. Unable to contain that feel within me, without worrying about my onlookers, I sprang out, went to road and started punching the air, like a debut bowler do who took Sachin’s wicket.

I felt someone jolting my shoulders strongly, and when I turned my head, it was a dark room infiltrated by a moon light through the tragious windows. It was Senthil, in a disturbed voice “what went wrong with you, what the hell in your sleep made you punch me, ah!”. “Oops” I thought followed by a “Damn it was all dream”, and quickly mustered myself for the current situation, and told him, “hey sorry da, dreamed as if I got a chance to bruise my manager’s face”. With a mild laugh, patting my shoulders caringly he told, “cool da, don’t get carried by those (f-word)’ers, take them lite.”

With a slender prick of lying to him, I lay back. No one had tortured me as sweet as she is to doing me, and how better you expect me to tag her other than “hell on the heels”

cheers,

deepak p

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