Wednesday, February 20, 2008


Venue: Leela Palace, Airport Road, Bangalore
Rahul Dravid's house-Indiranagar, Bangalore (Former Indian Cricket Captain)
Raj's house- Koramangala, Bangalore (Former Class VI School Cricket Captain):)

I got an oppurtunity to share the podium and have a tete-tete with the wall. Really inspirational.

Post-lunch we assembled to have a group photo.

Sunday, February 17, 2008

Once Upon a Time in Chennai

"a free bird her like cannot be caged..she has to flee"

Java city has told and unfolded a many love stories but how often have these stories sound REAL to you? this is also not a real story. It never happened . The characters never existed. They are a poet's imagination, a writer's coinage for a lunch and a 26 year old guy's passion. Don't believe a single word of it cause if you do you might have to brace yourself and laugh at this fella. This story has romance, drama and a lot of passion of course suspense added to it.

chilly nights and it wasn't the best for a teetotaler. As he hunched for a quick Cappuchino, his trembling hands were browsing for someone he didn't even know. He had broken up on a relationship that smell of lust. He doesn't wish to talk about her-never again.

Anyway, the past few months had taken a toll on his mental and physical. Often a times, he felt breathless- he searched for air, at time he wished to cry but a man he was he just couldn't.www., suddenly he noticed this profile. -- oom! that's the central character of the story. He scraped her just like he did to another girl but this time he didn't receive a response.

Few days passed Beautiful and pretty- she is no doubt, but from the very first day he found her subtlness..she tried to dissuade her allusion that she didn't believe in love, crafted a scene that she hates everything that spoke about passion and substance, used to run away from all this. She also liked to confine and put herself in a shelf of not being friendly. Often at times, this was taken by people as sheer attitude and know what he found it at first notice. But things were started behaving a lil different with times.

They started conversing more regular on chat messengers and time came when the guy poped up the million dollar question to her "could we talk over the phone?" at first notice, it was a mess to think cause both of them wished. They did speak, the guy tried donning a cool cap and ushered songs and all, but took a back seat. she didn't expect to anyway keep in touch with this lad. He found her amusing, moody most of the times and she wasn't at all happy with this guy.

Time for me to give you an idea on . She hails from Jeddah, a place that people say is highly conservative when it comes to women. She did her schooling from there and went to Dubai for higher studies. Adventurous, colorful and full of smile, she was all smiles in her life and doing what every teenager were aspiring to- successful. She finished her studies over there and came to a land where certain
things were awaiting for her. Yes, you guessed it correct-LOVE.

anyway talented in every sense, is a fashion designer whose doing a fabulous job in her career. She has great plans and God shall see her success..

Here are couple of points:

She has a problem when someone tries to get closer to her and eventually gets hurt.
At times expectations ruins everything and she has stop expecting much from her life
She is very close to her family members and hence she is scared to hurt them

Saturday, February 16, 2008

In Search for Someone

Does a broken relationship mean The END? Nope. No way. Life goes on and on and on and on…Maybe a little faster, now that I have so much time for myself. The weekends are so jam packed with activities; every Monday morning I wonder where the last two days went! But in the middle of all the hustle bustle, laughing, giggling, shopping, partying, I stop for a few seconds and think of the past….

Speaking to her friend I say “us” like I’m still a part of the gang. Seeing something that’s similar to the one she’s viewed with me sends a jolt of realization down my spine that I’m not her companion any more. When I go to a restaurant, and am deciding what to eat, the menu very rudely reminds me of the stuff she hates eating… list too!

I miss hearing her groggy voice when she used to call to wake him up in the morning. I miss the chocolates she used to get me sometimes. I miss lazing around with her. Deleting her pictures from my phone can’t erase her memories from my mind…I just wonder if she feels the same way for me. Does she miss the way I smell? Does she miss my whining? Does she miss my touch?

Does she miss our Cricket matches? Does she miss the way I used to crinkle my nose at the mention of her “friend”? Does she miss the way I keep blabbering? But does it even matter now? Maybe it does. And that’s why I’m writing about it!

Fine, we didn’t work out. I’m not gonna talk to her again. Not in a million years. Not even when she sends me a message to say she’s in some trouble. Am I being hard hearted? No I’m not. After whatever happened it’s only logical that I maintain a stony silence. That’s the way it’s supposed to be. I’m not a saint .

I can’t behave like one either; forgive/forget and speak to her is not possible any more. If in a relationship one person doesn’t respect the other, calling her/his only in the hour of need then the whole thing stinks- not of friendship, not of lust, but a rotten kind of love. There’s love here. No denying that. But it’s gone bad. And what do you do with something rotten? Throw it away…