A Queen Never Walks...

Out of Syllabus 35

She was there, waiting for me. I was surprised when she called and told that she wanted to meet me. More surprise awaited when I saw her completely changed avatar. Specs were back. My favorite Pony Tail was back. And she was wearing the exactly same salwar which she wore six years before, the day I SAW her for first time. The ever vibrant smile back on her lips.

Friday the 13th, March 2009.

I was nervous sitting in front of my system. It was the inaugural day of Teranis 2K9, the first ever technical fest of our college, Our dream, Our hard work. It was then I heard that soothing voice. From the compering  section. So beautiful that it didn't enter my ears but directly to my soul.  I turned back to the source of voice. There she was, wearing specs, with her pony tail hair style wearing salwar, compering my own words to welcome the people. A lightening struck my soul. I had found my Angel.

"It begins with a glimpse or a passing thought. It ends in obsession."

Tuesday the 20th, August 2013

I was waiting outside her workplace. Too excited, too nervous. I had no idea what will be her reaction. I was going to see her after two and half long years, a surprise visit. She came out walking down the steps slowly as if she was reluctant to meet me. The good old fire work started inside me as soon as I glimpsed her. The specs were gone, so was the pony tail. She was wearing jeans and top. She have kept her hair flowing down on both sides. Hell yeah! she was beautiful. Suddenly world was one beautiful place to be.

"My life was good. But I wanted to make it perfect. And she was the last piece of puzzle"

But things were not meant to be perfect for me. It all turned upside down when I realized it was going to be the parting of ways for both of us. I was hurt, dumbstruck. But realization dawned on me. Always the truth was that we were never meant to be soul mates. Even though I was heartbroken,  for the greater good I let her go. Because it was her happiness which was important for me even if it is meant to be a torture for me.

It was tough times for me. But I found solace in Manchester United Supporters Club. I redirected my focus; on bike rides, Manchester United and EPL match screenings. The pain was there. Will always be there. But I became so used to it that it became a part of my life. And life moved on. Nothing mattered to me.

"When you truly don't care what anyone thinks of you, you have reached a dangerously awesome level of Freedom......."

"Freedom. The freedom to be wretchedly alone."

Fast forward to present day.

Sunday the 8th, March 2015 Women's day.

I got the call from her. She wanted to meet me urgently. That's when I went to meet her. I didn't even have a vague idea why she called me. I didn't expect anything from her. Even this meeting was a pleasant surprise to me. But it was nothing compared to what was going to happen.

She was there, waiting for me. More surprise awaited when I saw her completely changed avatar. Specs were back. My favorite Pony Tail was back. And she was wearing the exactly same salwar which she wore six years before, the day I SAW her for first time. The ever vibrant smile back on her lips.

"The people who are meant to be in your life will always gravitate back towards you, no matter how far they wander".

She told to me in same soothing voice. The firework inside me was back. Her eyes told me everything. That my dreams have come true. That she was my perfect soul mate, My Angel, My Zahir.

I lifted her in my arms and walked out saying "A Queen never walks."

My life became Perfect....

-[All quotes taken from Facebook, the book The Zahir and the movie Kingdom of heaven]-

MILF!!!

Out of Syllabus 34

Everything around me is blacked out…

As if devil had chosen me for its reign.

I stand here feeling ashamed of my sons,

My sons revered for treating me as a mother,

My culture which says, respect the women.

I never knew they will lose control on sheer lust

They betrayed and shattered my hope & beliefs.

Who knows whether they will come for me tomorrow?

Rip me and tear me apart and drink my blood,

And they justify by saying MOTHER I LIKE TO F**K!!!!

Fate...

Out of Syllabus 33

"Life moves very fast.  It rushes from heaven to hell in a matter of seconds." - Eleven Minutes by Paulo Coelho

[Disclaimer: All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.]

Anitha lead a nearly perfect life. A good job, loving husband, a cute child to take care and a small house to live in. She led simple but happy life. Everything was going fine until that day. When she saw the news she was shell shocked.

Few years back. Anitha was doing her post graduation in Social Work. As usual she was the heart and soul of the college. Bubbly, live, charming, active, union chairperson.. she was an all rounder. If there was one defect in her, it was her looks. She was average looking, but her character over rode that particular defect. Job was her lecturer. He was perfect looking gentlemen in late 20's and too young for a lecturer. As if it was meant to happen, Job fell in love with Anitha. On the Valentine's day of the final year of Anitha, he proposed her. But Anitha being sensible that her Brahmin parents won't allow her to marry even from other caste, let alone a christian, politely rejected the proposal. Job was devastated.

Time went on. Anitha got a job as counselor in the famous hospital of the city. She got married and became well settled. Anitha's main job was to counsel the patients who are suffering from Sexually Transmitted Diseases (STD). Toughest part of her job was to inform the patients about the disease they are suffering from, which in many cases may go to extreme like AIDS. It was her job to help patients recover from the shock. On that day, she got one such extreme case where a patient suffers from AIDS. When she called the patient to her cabin, she was shocked to see him, it was Job. He was equally shocked to see her. May be because it was his Anitha, Job opened up.

After that fateful incident in college, Job felt so devastated that he found refuge in alcohol. Slowly alcohol turned into drugs. It was in the effect of drugs, he found out his passion for sexual pleasure. He sought pleasure in other women including prostitutes. He was so addicted that many a times he didn't take protective measures. As it was inevitable, he too succumbed to the hands of AIDS.

Anitha didn't know what to say. She just gave the medical report to Job, who felt numb upon seeing the disease. Without uttering a word, Job left the hospital. 

Next day Anitha saw the news that Job had committed suicide. She felt responsible. Remorse was pouring through every inch of her body. She told her husband that she wants to pay respect to the departed soul. At the graveyard she laid a rose on the grave and told

"I too loved you dear, but society will never accept us. Had I sacrificed that acceptance, I wouldn't have to suffer a lot today. I am sorry."

Candle light dinner...

Out of Syllabus 32

"A man on a date wonders if he'll get lucky. The woman already knows." - Monica Piper

She came in asking "Are you going to propose me?"
I was at the most expensive restaurant in the city. It was a private segment with sandalwood design complementing the candle light and giving it a golden suite look. Two glasses and a bottle of red wine with a bunch of red roses and soothing music made it a perfect place for romantic evening. This prompted her to ask that question.
She was wearing a black crimson saree and was glowing in the candle light. She had that uncanny ability  to keep the oomph factor without exposing an inch. Today also was not different. She had let her hair to flow in the back with edges curled. All these years when she was with me, i never noticed that, she was damn sexy.
"Do you remember the last candle light dinner we had"? She asked.
It was at a 'THATTUKADA' outside the railway station. We had black tea instead of wine. Rain and mosquitoes accompanied us as music. We both chuckled remembering it.
"The only difference here is that there is no rain" I told.
"Mosquitoes too", she replied.
"Why here?" She asked again.
"Special day, special person, so special place too" I told.
"Whats so special?" She asked. I just smiled.
She had been my best friend since ages. Literally she had been a shoulder of support in lows and highs of my life. Frankly speaking I owe my life to her. But since last few months I was getting tensed. I realized that I am going to lose her soon.
"When are you going to get married?" I asked.
"May be within an year" she replied.
"What about our friendship after that?" I asked trying desperately to hide my anxiety.
"Whats with it, you also know we are life long friends." She replied.
"But..." I stopped halfway.
She looked up and understood my anxiety.
"What can i say yaar, it all depends on him. You also knows that being a girl i have limitations" She told. My fears were confirmed, I will definitely lose her.
"You know that I wont be able to survive without you." I told without hiding my feelings.
"Hmm I know. But life is like that. Everyone including your parents and beloved one will leave you at one stage. But life has to move on." She replied.
"But there is one solution." I told.
"Whats it?" She asked.
I asked her "Will you marry me!!!"
She stared at me for long time and then we burst into laughter.

City of Dadagiri 2 - Rich get richer poor gets poorer...

ദൈവത്തിന്റെ സ്വന്തം നാട്ടില്‍നിന്നും വന്നതുകൊണ്ട്‌ കൊല്‍ക്കത്തയിലെ വേനല്‍ എനിക്ക് സഹിക്കാവുന്നതിലും അപ്പുറമായിരുന്നു. ഒരു ദിവസം വിപ്രോ വാര്‍ഷിക അവാര്‍ഡ്ദാന ചടങ്ങും കഴിഞ്ഞു ഓഡിസിയിലേക്ക് മടങ്ങുന്ന വഴി. ചൂട് സഹിക്കവയ്യ. അപ്പോള്‍ ഓഫീസിന്റെ പുറത്തുള്ള നടപാതയില്‍ ആ ചൂടിലും പണിയെടുക്കുന്ന ഒരാളെ കണ്ടത്. മൂപ്പരേ മനസ്സാലെ നമിച്ചു. ഇരുപത്തിനാലു മണികൂറും എസിയില്‍ ഇരിക്കുന്ന ഞാന്‍ എന്തിനു പരിഭവപെടണം. ടീംലീഡ്‌ മൂപരോട് എന്തിനാ ഇപ്പോള്‍ ഇവിടെ കുഴികുത്തുന്നത് എന്ന് ചോദിച്ചു. സ്ട്രീറ്റ്‌ലൈറ്റ് പിടിപ്പിക്കാന്‍ ആണെന്ന് അയാള്‍ മറുപടി തന്നു. മമതയുടെ പരിഷ്ക്കാരം. സാള്‍ട്ട്‌ലേക്ക് ന്യൂടൌണ്‍ എന്നിവിടങ്ങളില്‍ സ്ട്രീറ്റ്‌ലൈറ്റ് കൊണ്ട് മോടിപിടിപ്പിക്കുക എന്നതാണ് പദ്ധതി. വിപ്രോയില്‍ നിന്നുള്ള വെളിച്ചവും റോഡിനു നടുവിലുള്ള സ്ട്രീറ്റ്‌ലൈറ്റിനും പുറമെയാണ് നടപാതയിലെ ഈ ലൈറ്റ്.ചുരുക്കി പറഞ്ഞാല്‍ പരിഷ്കാരത്തിന്റെ പേര് പറഞ്ഞു കോടികള്‍ കളയുക. കഴിഞ്ഞ മാസം ഹൌറ ബ്രിഡ്ജ് കാണാന്‍ പോയപ്പോള്‍ കടന്നുപോയ ചേരികള്‍ ആണ് അപ്പോള്‍ ഓര്മ വന്നത്. ഇവിടെ മോടിപിടിപ്പിക്കാന്‍ ഉപയോഗിക്കുന്ന കോടികള്‍ കൊണ്ട് ആ ചേരിനിവാസികളുടെ പ്രശ്നങ്ങള്‍ക്ക് ഒരളവുവരെ പരിഹാരം കണ്ടൂടെ. അല്ല ചത്തുകിടന്നാലും ചമഞ്ഞു കിടക്കണം എന്നാണല്ലോ. ശിവാജിയിലെ രജനിയുടെ ഡൈലോഗാണ് ഓര്മ വരുന്നത്. Rich get richer poor gets poorer... പണ്ടും അങ്ങനെ ആയിരുന്നല്ലോ. രാജാക്കന്മാരും പ്രഭുക്കന്മാരും സ്വര്ഗീയ ജീവിതം നയിക്കുമ്പോള്‍,  സാധാരണ പ്രജകള്‍ക്കു ദാരിദ്ര്യം മാത്രം. ഇന്ന് രാജാക്കന്മാരുടെ സ്ഥാനത്ത് മല്ല്യയും, അംബാനിമാരും പരമ ചെറ്റകളായ രാഷ്ട്രീയക്കാരും വന്നു എന്നത് മാത്രമാണ് വിത്യാസം. കലികാലം!!!

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