Wednesday

Lost years

"Hieeeeeeeeeeee........pahchaana (did you recognize me)", the ardent voice almost yelled at me as soon as I picked up the phone and identified myself, and I had to take down a memory trip 'coz that sounded definitely from a known one with all the warmth and possession it could carry. All known and distant faces got scanned through my eyes trying to fit in the puzzle. Got a hunch that it was atleast from a decade behind.
 
"Nahin pahchaana na (you didn't recognize me!!!), remember we used to chase guys together...", without hearing further I immediately jumped into my twenties. Two girls sitting on a mellow rock, or a coffee shop, and if nothing else then a shopping spree...always giggling, sometimes just to catch the attention...placing bets which eye candy will catch on our smiles frist and which eyes will look away immediately once caught in crime of basking. All funny silly things, how could I forgot. All of a sudden I felt like living those years back.

"Com'mon...abb bhi nahin (still not?)"...it was only then i had to come back to my senses and yelled with matching pitch 'Subhiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.........' (writer's note : never understood why girls have to stretch things so long)

Not knowing after how long, but it striked to me that we both were talking rather screaming without listenting or caring for listening from the other. But guess every girl has the right and a mastery to do that. So what followed was an awkward silence may be because we both realized this at the same time, and then a splutter of gag until we both felt need to catch up with our breaths.

"So where are you these days?" now the usual conversation to know what-now-a-days-happening was in row.

After exchanging our regulars of life, I was curious to know how come she remembered me after so long all of sudden. We lost the personal touch after her settlement and subsequent oversea shift, and then the usual exchanged of emails and phone calls faded because we lost on reasons and common topics to discuss. As they say the life moves on. But they also say the world is round and small. So here we were back almost in vicinity if you can call mumbai and pune closeby considering my assertion relative to mumbai and ny.

"Guess what I happened to meet Manu yesterday and then immediately i remembered you. You remember the guy na..." her voice carrying the same excitement.

How could I forgot him. He was the one on whom we have spent sleepless nights thinking and wishing for nothing that would make sense. How much she was in love with him. And just when I was getting used to hear from her at length about how cute, considerate, charming he is, and a detailed account of all their big and small meets, and what he said to her and what she did, one fine day I get a call with her flooding voice telling its all over. He seems interested no more or may be he never was. We pondered over it for days, for months. Came upon theories in vain one after another to rationalize, knowing well that somewhere inside we were aware of the reasons . No amount of consoling, arguing, scolding would do the trick with her. And at times I found myself so helpless, and wondering if going through all this torment of love is worth a life.

"You know dea...some things can only be understood by own experiences and accepted only by giving them time, however simple they are and however silly they look otherwise. Time is the best and perhaps the only healer. No amount of advice, consoling and justifications that came from you could fill up the gap of my solitude that time, and i thought i'll never be able to forgot and forgive him, and how much I was sure about it. How silly was it all na...." she laughed like stupid at her past stupidness. I too joined her mad moments. All of a sudden she sounded so matured and so wise ...and her words still echoing in my heart.

"So how'z life going on otherwise", it was the next thing to ask when we were done with our hearty laughs.

"Going just fine. Infact things mostly good with life. Hubby nice and doing good in his field and me too. Just that Menu my only daughter...I don't know why it happens with me" her tone indicated the familiar burst out signal to me.

"Just what...." I sensed a seemingly tragic story of hers to get unfolded.

"Menu wants to leave home and live independently I guess with a friend of her to do some crappy things. She's just 16. How could she... ? How will she manage. I don't understand. I can never ever let it happen. I feel so helpless. She won't listen to me. Why does this happen always to me...."

Like the old buddies we were talking again. And my instinct of aruging, showing her wrong part, offering the best...woke up and just when I was all set to utter that one well articulated ...I heard the words inside.... 'Some things can only be understood by own experiences and accepted only by giving them time, however simple they are and however silly they look otherwise.....'

"Hmm...I understand...I am sure she will understand your concerns. But like you, she will take her own time and learn from her own experiences." I said with the same warmth and concerns.

"Actually yes, I should have thought of it before", came the words after a long silence and I could clearly hear the spark in her eyes and smile in her voice.

....and what followed after was an eternity of gossips we had about anything and everything!!!

Good Morning!!!

 

Tuesday

In thoghts...

Meetings adjorned,
discssions crtailed.
stdies settled,
plannings postponed.
mood betraying sincerity of
the very prpose of all the works
excses forged,
jstifications done.
news scanned,
blah blogged.
and now what remains in thoghts,
is what's missing here...

Just a smile

It's a bright morning. You are over phone, when you notice him third time around your cubicle. As usual, he appears to be in a hurry, with face well marked with work thoughts. And you know he never fails to look towards your side on account of one or the other pretext. He has never looked ever straight in your eyes, or stared more than a glance in a go. A glimpse of yours, and you could see a smile in his eyes, and the joy in his fastened pace..

The other day he came to the travel desk person sitting next to your cubicle to ask if he can get flight tickets to his hometown. Perhaps after spending over 20 years, he still doesn't know that his place is only connected via road, or perhaps he doesn't know that you know it. Now you don't suspect why his tea breaks so often and so perfectly coincide with yours, and why is he over phone most of the time in listening mode giving (you) those blank looks. He's even friendly with the girl who seems to do nothing except cribbing and back biting. May be because she sits diagonally opposite to you. Poor guy, he doesn't have the slightest clue how much you hate her. Now-a-days you have even started noticing his ironed shirt tucked smartly to hide the extra pounds around his waist., the small comb revealing its shape from the back pocket of his trousers.

He's gone past your cubicle, and you know that he'll be back soon with all his confused looks and will try sincerely to steal a glance. If he finds you staring at him, he'll just look down, try to look more busy and hasten his pace. And you will have a secret pleasure in knowing and seeing all this, and perahaps will talk about it with your best friend whom you are going to meet at crossword in the evening.

I am not saying you are doing anything wrong. But please, give him a smile when accidently (as it always appears) your eyes met his...next time. He might (infact for sure) immediately look away as if nothing happened. But I know when you will be gone, it would crack in a smile brighter than the morning sunlight, and it would make his day. So please...