Thank you!

Dear readers,

Thank you for reading and loving my blog. I have tried to give my scribbles a new look and moved from the name 'The secret Diary' to 'Fushia Diaries'.

For all these years, I loved the world of stories and have written about whatever I have felt like expressing. I have discovered my new love for makeup and travelling and started a new blog named Beauty and the Suitcase.

Please visit my page and continue your journey with me.

Love,
Your storyteller-Amrita

Going the Distance..

#His #Story ..

Girls , huh ! They take much time in thinking and their stories must have drama, songs and hell lot of emotions . If I ever have a love story it will definitely have action . - Prithvi

2007 August,Orissa:

I was home and was seriously thinking of not going back to Bangalore . For me , heaven was right here in my home . Except, I left my heart in Bangalore . I can't imagine how life would have been  if she did not meet me before I left for home in June ? I would not have known the most precious person in my life . I can't believe I have met her only once . Apart from eyeing her in those classes, I never got to know her . But that day when we came together for the first time, I knew I will never let her go from my life . Words were never my forte , so I could not tell her that how special she was to me. How beautiful her eyes are and how she has got me out of my coccon and made me open up. I never spoke to any girl before her and hence my poor way of expression. Her phone constantly kept busy sometimes making me very angry and jealous and I wondered who else was queuing up to speak to her? Why not , she was the kind of girl whom anyone would like to be-friend , love and cherish. But how on earth do I contour my feelings in words? I am the kind of guy which she says is dabba in spelling out the word “feelings” , forget about expressing it .

Words were never a friend to a guy with muscle . India has no less of Sharukh Khans and all of them woo a lovely girl with poetry and compliments . None of that was within my capabilities and neither I understood how these stupid things impresses a girl ? If this tale was ever told or narrated I will never put songs in it as I suck at them , no drama coz I would never indulge in any of it , but there will be action as it was about to happen right now.

So here I am , standing in the JSG station, waiting hours before her train would corss, so that I can see her for 5 minutes . "No" , my heart spoke " 5 minutes are not enough" . There has to be a better action I could do . Guddu was standing next to me , he slyly eyed on me to get a sense of my thought . " Abbey Guddu , Sambalpur Chalega ? " Guddu had no idea why I was willing to slog in a worn out bus to Sambalpur , probably most busses would have left by now and we have to cling to the side rods of the bus by this time , getting a seat was out of question . But once in his lifetime without questioning Guddu's toothy grin flashed and he nodded for whatsoever reason. Probably childhood friends know your pulse . He looked at me and we started our adventure right there by running towards the last bus which had already started moving . " Chal Bhai , bhabhiji ko milna hai" he winked at me and we clinged to the bus side rods.Who knew someone like me would be willing to do something of this sort?Right now, Guddu knew my secret and I was willing to stuff him with samosas so that he won’t open his mouth in front of anyone and ruin my serious and macho image.

The bus to Sambalpur was dragging itself and I was just praying that her train runs slow today and I catch her train in Sambalpur and get to see her . Else, I won’t even see her in Jsg station now. The dusty roads were throwing dirt on my face and Guddu was happy with samosas which he grabbed while the bus stopped for a while. If and only if I do not make it to the train my sweetheart is travelling in, I will blame it on Guddu's samosas and break his front teeth. Guddu munched away the fried stuff one after another and consoled me saying " Bhai pahunch jayenge..tension mat le" .

As the bus slowed down near Sambalpur station I jumped from it to quickly search for the train in which she was suppoed to be travelling .My bad luck was running worse and the train was standing at the last platform . In an impulse I started running faster . Guddu was nowhere to be seen , I turned back to trace him , he was shouting and running behind me . He was calling me out by my nick name saying "Bhag Raja , Bhag , main tere peeche hu bey".. I kept running and thought this filmy friend of mine might never agree to the idea of skipping the over bridge and jumping across trains under normal circumstances , but my life is moving away in that train and I had to get there at any cost. Trains were swapping past by and there was no time to think, I paused for a second and then leapt towards the rail lines to get to the other side.  Around 3 trains stood in my way which were either slowing or catching speed in opposite directions .I jumped in and out from one train to another and crossed in the most dangerous way anyone could ever imagine .However,I managed to get through them and turned back to check for Guddu . He was swearing at me and cursing me ,but like a loyal friend he  followed my moves. Finally I caught hold of the train door and pulled myself inside the moving train. As a sign of Guddu’s good luck, the train was moving too slow and I managed to pull him in in-spite of his gigantic ass.

Clearly it was an adrenaline rush for us . I had no idea what buggy she was in and the idea of surprise did suck to me . I did not understand why women adored surprises? All my life, I have planned all my moves; till today while love bug bit me and poked me for impulsive action. Maybe I will laugh on this incident someday, but right now I just wanted to find her. I started looking for her fiercely and passed through all berths checking thoroughly. Guddu was getting nervous, he thought he might get beaten as he directed me to a wrong train .20 minutes of searching later I crossed a place where a girl was reading a novel and she gently tossed, where I just got to see her eyes . I could not miss those beautiful eyes ever. If I was a poet I would have written poems on those deep ,dark eyes . I paused and Guddu came running from the other end of the buggy. I signaled him to stop and he backed off . I leaned forward and called her name –Ayesha. She lifted those beautiful eyelashes and saw me and made a funny and cute surprised face by making an 'O' with her lips.

“Prithvi , what are you doing in this train?” She raised her eyebrows and I wanted to hold her , hug her probably kiss her and tell her that I came for her . Just to see her , just to be with her and just to see those killer eyes . But I blurted out “ I had some work in Sambalpur , so thought of taking this train " . I don’t know about other girls but Ayesha was no fool. I think she might have guessed what I was doing in the same train as hers. We moved near the door to have a chat. It was wonderful to see my sweetheart. She was so down to earth and approachable and she did not know how pretty she was. Guddu eyed on us from a distance and moved closer and I prayed he did not open his mouth to spill any of his “ Parnam Bhabhiji” kind of shit . Guddu loved his teeth as much as he loved samosas, he behaved himself and smiled like a human being for the first time in years.But I wanted him to go away from there so that I can talk to Ayesha . Time was flying and it was the quickest hour of my life.

As the train neared JSG station where I started the run to reach my love, I gathered courage and held her hand . She dint move away, I said “ I will be back to Bangalore Ayesha”. Her eyes lit up , she smiled and my heart knew that I was in love with her deeply , madly . My hands reached for her soft cheeks to pull them as I did in our first meet. She frowned a little but did not resist. As I left her hand and got down of the train I turned to see her and thought “If only I could get her ,I will tell her that I came for her , only for her. Maybe she will know some day.”

The train moved and so did my heart with her. The thought of not seeing her or may be for the last time , was painful. But showing my emotions in front of Guddu was not an option . He was grinning non-stop and said “ Bhai ye to love story ke itihas ke panno me chapega” . I turned to him and said “Dekhte hain” . Guddu was not satisfied , asked " To bhai ab aage " ? I smiled and said " Abhi to story shuru hui hai.. next page me dekhna bhai" .

How I met him?

#HerStory..

It was one of those days where I was going to be in an almost blind date. At that time it was pretty normal for me. In fact, it was exactly what I needed to get out of my bad break up zone. I was talking and meeting people just to cheer myself up. Today I was meeting this one guy, who tracked me down via Orkut after seeing me in a .Net class. Frankly I did not remember both, neither any of the .Net course nor the guy. However his name intrigued me, Prithviraj Singha (Talk about royalty dripping name) :P . He went by the name ‘Devil ‘on the social networking site and had a monster picture as his pro pic. His picture threatened me and after rejecting many of his friend requests I finally accepted it. He named me ‘cute devil’ during our chats. Those were the days when a single pretty girl could easily call herself “the queen” and so was I, not the queen but reasonably pretty and single after years of stupid long distance relationship.  On a sunny June Sunday when Prithvi finally asked me out stating he would leave for Orissa the next day I could not refuse it. After all he was from my state, 'whats the harm?May be it will be the good old 1 date and bye bye scenario ! May be he will never come back to Bangalore again !' I convinced myself. So there I was standing in my regular blue jeans black t-shirt and a sleek dark brown jacket. I was just standing in front of the Westside store and was calling to check if he had reached. Suddenly I heard someone calling my name “Ayesha...”.

I turned my eyes and the first thing I noticed was this tall(really tally) guy with really cute hairstyle. His hair strands gently fell on his forehead and reminded me of Shahid Kapoor . “Hey.. You must be Prithviraj or may I say the Devil” I flustered my eye lids. ‘That’s me’ he replied. “So.. Where are we going? “he asked . ‘A guy who lets me pick the place.. ahh.. what a relief’at the age of 20 making decisions on a first date was such a good feeling . I smiled and said “ Let’s go to the cookie shop “ . I could not help but noticethe way he walked like a lion walking through the forest. His body language had no ego but just a little pride. I looked into his eyes and they were brown and beautiful moreover I had never met a guy whole eye lashes were so damn pretty, almost better than me. His left eye had an unusual brown spot and only one of his eyebrow raised (like Rock Dwayne Johnson) while he was trying to be sarcastic. His perfect smile was rather wild and revealed just a little hint stating “ I am not that innocent “ types, in fact he reminded me of a handsome villain. The damn ‘Cookieman Store’ had tall chairs then and it was tough for me to get on it . He gently helped me with the chair and smiled. I retaliated immediately “I am not short, these chairs are ridiculous “he nodded and smiled. He did not talk much and kept looking at me and I just thought “ Aww.. Isn’t he so cute” . Somewhere over  a crème brandy cookie my hand moved and brushed aside the hair strands which touched his eyes gently  and covered his forehead .He smiled again and said ‘you know ..I never let anyone do that ‘. Shit, I was caught unaware doing something which I dint realize. I nervously smiled and hid my face behind a cookie. 

We kept talking as we have known each other for years. I was happy and liked the fact he wasn’t trying to pretend or impress me. Sometime over sharing a Pizza and spilling some extra chilli on it I thought to myself, what if he doesn’t come back to Bangalore ?If I did not meet him I would never have understood what will be my loss if he does not return to Bangalore. Not that I had a crazy crush on him but I could use a decent friend with gorgeous looks . Ok I accept I did have a crush on him the moment I saw him that day.  It was drizzling outside, or was it my imagination? The day passed by and as he was leaving he turned squeezed my cheeks (almost pulled ) and I snapped in a sarcastic way , ‘you know ..I never let anyone do that ‘. He smiled and I could not hold my tongue but ask , “Prithvi will you come back to Bangalore ? “ (Please Please Please say yes.. screamed my heart ) . He became rather sad and said “I may” . I smiled and let him go . As I turned and we walked away in different direction I wondered, if he doesn’t come back, will I ever see him ? Will we ever meet? If so.. Where?

Stupid thing called .. I love you..

Short forms:

MH- My heart

MB- My brain

Love is like  a drug in our system , powerful and lethal than any kind of alcohol available in this civilized world .It can take you crazy heights of being high as no weed would do. 

Phew.. 

Every time he called me“Baby” that night , my heart beat increased  a million times. 

Every time he said he missed me, my heart skipped a beat. 

Every time he told me 'I wana hug you' , I shivered & felt  a current running from tip to toe of my body .

 All my life I have been a 'cliche lovey-dovey' critique. I used to roll my eyes at those silly lovers and even passed nasty remarks like " How wanna be ..” . Each time I saw another Bolywood actress holding a pillow and hugging it thinking of their lover I would change the channel on TV. How on earth , I was doing the same thing when he told me 'I wana hold u tight ' (Yeah.. tell me about it )..  I blushed innumerable  times and repeated 'I miss you ' for million times times and clutched the pillow tighter each time I thought it’s high time we met. How on earth was I feeling this kinda chemical reaction in my head??(or was it my heart) . This surprised the hell outta me .

Phew..  I was behaving like a 15 year old school girl and I hated myself for loosing control .. and finally could not hold it in and said.. “Love you” .. I m in love with you.. I knew it wont work.. I knew he dint.. But did it matter to me?? No.. not at all..  It was 5:30 AM and I dint wanna leave him and sleep.. Hold on.. Don’t I have a class in 2 hours?? I reached out for my phone to set an alarm for 7:40 AM and slept. (Supposedly.. AM.. It was set for 7:40 PM) I have a mental alarm in my head so I wake up at the exact time..  I was thinking non-stop what happened the last night standing in the shower.. when I realize.. “Shit.. The water is cold.. “ Shivering but smiling I got dressed and each time I looked at the mirror I blushed.. I could feel the pink thingy travelling all the way to the center of my cheeks. How many times have I loathed those wana be “Romeo-Juliet” who talk all night repeating "Kya soch rae ho??" ( What are you thinking)? .. "Kuch nahi" ( Nothing) over and over again.. I could not believe I was doing the same thing.. all night…I shook my thoughts and put on my eyeliner. Ayesha .. my friends called out as I was late as always … I have heard love makes you look glowing and pretty .Oh well, I don’t know about that but it did made me sleepy for sure.With visible puffy eyes and dark circles welcome to the arena of love ! 

2 hrs of sleep and air-conditioning during car ride made me yawn 1000 times and I wished to sleep right then and there. But I did drag myself to Project management class. Once I entered class and lifted my sleepy hanging head , I saw guys, so many of them. OMG totally cute ones too .In fact me and Tasha were only 2 girls in the class?  Italian men certainly know how to look fashionable , how do anyone resist talking to them? Phew.. I am in love .. I am in love .. I am in love.. I reminded myself . 

Once I took my favorite corner seat and Tasha and Danny sat behind me .. I started feeling my eyes closing down.I forced myself to stay up and at least to appreciate the abundance of cute looking guys in my class. But all I could think was about Aarav. “That’s some serious thingy Ayesha.. You are not even looking at cuties..phew..get over it” .. (Yeah.. my brain(MB) and my heart(MH) talk to each other) ..

I was caught day dreaming by prof.. bit my lower lip as in the old Bolywood style and started writing something..when I realized what I was doing.. I saw that I have been doing the FLAME game with Aarav and Ayesha written together. (F as in friends..L as in love.. A as in adore.. M as in Marriage on cards and E as in enemy..) "What??" MB was disgusted by MH’s domination over my body today. Me doing that kiddo stuff confused my own-self.. I blushed and Tasha was like… “You ok? You look pink.. Did you eat? “ . I smiled and confirmed that its due to the heat.. "Heat what heat??? It's cold in class ! At least don’t insult me with your dumb answers” MB scolded me. Everyone knows I cant bear heat so my friends left me alone . I continued taking out love percentage and smiling. I was even humming songs unaware and somehow caught attention. So,I decided to shut up to avoid any further stupidity.

MB started it’s work now..as it does.. “de-motivating me ”. In my head I thought “May be you are not good enough for him.. May be you are too dark , too short , too fat “ . But somehow MH wont leme down today.. I got my mirror and check myself out in class (Yeah.. I actualy did that..Call me narcissist  ) . I smiled and MH was like.. “You r cute”.. I smiled again. Every moment that was spent last night flashed back in front of me . The way I was breathing and was nervous as if it’s my 1^st crush. Is it a crush?? “It is much more than it.. Aish.." MH saz ."Well thanks" .. Oopsie did I just say that out loud?? As every one turned towards me , I smile foolishly . Our professor was not happy at all. Thank goodness I have some amount of presence of brains which answered the questions shot round after round were fairly answered by me.

Phew.. when heart and brain is on war.. I m the one who suffers.

MH  refused to go back to real time scenario that day and reminded me of each and every dialogue of last night . I remembered saying “ Aarav I never though we will run outta topics while talking..” .. We have spoken almost everyday.. and discussed world politics to cars to guys in class or chics he met through his friends.. But tonight was a different night.. MH started throwing questions on me.. (Dat’s MH’s favorite thingy by d way) ..it said.. “Aish.. Do u think u guys would have kissed if you were together?” I could not believe I never met the guy for whom I am falling in love so intensly and madly.

 MB was busy with case studies by that time so MH was not even contradicted for that thought . I could feel heat rushing through my cheeks and I answered to my heart's innocent question “may be..” I don’t know what I was reading in the case study anymore. I continued answering MH’s question ,  ”May be..  for the longest time on this mortal earth and anywhere else in this universe , we would have kissed till we got breathless or till we gasped some oxygen.No.. may be till we would have fallen asleep. It would have been the most blissful smooch ever between practical strangers in the history of mankind or even for any green li'll aliens if they existed . It would probably be recorded in some kind of Guinness book of world record for being a longest kiss . May be..” I was clearly the last one to finish the case study.Rather than being nervous about it I smiled and bit my lower lip again . Tasha did not let that pass unnoticed. She wrote a note saying “We need to talk Ayesha” . I shook my head and dint answer after reading it. After the discussion on the case study during lunch Tasha teased me for being naughty with someone last night.(Americans.. Phew they can dig some serious stuff if they wanna do so..) . I told her (I had to tell Tasha) everything about Aarav. She concluded " hmm.. U in love.. U in love?? U in love!! Aish.. I don’t know what to tell you girl.. He doesn’t love u.. and still wants you in his life.. I don’t get it? I don’t wanna hear anyone taking advantage of you." I smiled and said.. " He is the kinda guy whom I protect of being taken advantage of"  . Tasha was concerned.She dint want me being broken and shattered due to a relationship with no future. Rather than being a snob I actually was touched by her concern and thought to myself "Am I not lucky to have them as my friends ?" aww.. I hugged her to ease her up on the tension.When you are so far from home , its so important have such honest and close friends car about you . Even if they scold you it feels wonderful .

That night after our video call , after talking to Aarav I felt butterflies in my stomach . Am I in love with him? Or am I being crazy. This is the first time ever uncertainty didn't scare me. I smiled all the time and am still smiling. I don’t care if he noticed my Facebook status messages I wrote thinking of him. I don’t know if he thought about me last night at all. All I know is love didn't feel anything like this ever before and I have never been so crazily confident as I am at this time. I know ,it would sound crazily bolywoodish but all songs in my playlist and radio made me smile and blush as if they were written for this very moment. I recently heard this cliche dialogue stating  “Pyar kahan kisi ka poora hota hai.. Pyar ka pehla akshar adhoora hota hai..” !! ( Noone 's love is complete coz ... aah forget it..  It's better in hindi :) )

And about me,  I am just in love with myself . Who cares if this turns into a relationship?Need not all roads have destinations , the road is beautiful enough to make one feel on cloud nine . I had the pleasure of discovering a whole new side of me and I wish i could hold my tongue from saying the stupid thing called " I love you" ! 

PS: Wrote a fiction story after a long time..Hope you readers like it :)

FYI .. Ayesha is not me :) 

Amrita Priyadarsini

MBA Diaries : Out of Classes :)

“For the 100^th time..” Laura rolled her eyes.. She was angry.. So was I.. Again London.. The place which appealed so much to eyes in Bollywood movies .. The city termed as “city of dreams”  was suddenly becoming “the dreadful city”. My last UK trip was a bitter learning experience.. The ugly side of selfish friendship.. some hard feelings crept up in mind each time I think of it  . After all life cannot be like the pretty pictures we click to put on Facebook . Yes, it hurts when you try to cover up “so much” for a so called friend, so many times and they keep no stone unturned to hurt you just to satisfy their ego. Call me drama queen for this , but I would still say : “Even to be a drama queen it takes emotions and if you can’t respect emotions.. It’s your incompetence not mine.” Life did show me the cruelty of real things!

But Wait !! Wasn’t that was like 2 weeks ago. My assignment is due in 5 days.. Hello.. I don’t need no learning experience no more. I am tired just want to sit down and write nonstop assignments.. Me being the last minute girl explains my devastated reactions! Pack my bags n head to the airport! But was it really bad the last time? Didn’t I realize that God has always sent angels to protect me ?A little bit of him always is present in people around me.

It was proved when I met few people in my life, Flash Back:

Sakwimba, Preeti and Carol , I do not know how would it be to have a own sister coz I never had one. But the way you guys have loved me , I cannot think words to express my love and high regards for you. The day I arrived in Bradford from City of Bath , my self-respect was wounded and belief over friendship was feeble. But you.. lovely ladies retained my faith on people called “friends”. Thank you for everything my girlies.

On my way back from Bradford to London I met Amulya Mamu for the 1^st time. I do not know if angels exist, but I have seen one now I can claim that. I have never seen such a selfless man in my life. He cared like my dad.. cooked for me as my mom, guided me like a teacher. I don’t know how to describe the regards, but all I can say is , in my prayers his name is definitely included.

When I met Pandey uncle and family I was more interested in “parathas” than knowing them. Aunty cooked amazing food each time I went to see them. On 20^th jan when I saw aunty I don’t know why I felt so empty from within. Suddenly mom flashed in front of my eyes,I wanted to hug her and tell her she means a lot for me . This was bound to happen, the 'ties of food' are immensely strong and me being a foodie, this whole thing made me go “Emo” .. Just the way it should be in Bolywood.. 

I do not know when I see the people mentioned in this scribble but all I know is in my prayers, their names will always be there.

So coming back to the present, this was probably my last visit to London. My Accounts exam was a lesser disaster than I expected (Thanks to Pradeep for teaching me on FB, that’s what u call Remote Support ) .I was able to finish Economics assignments in 2 days (Thanks to Kailash and Sourav for helping me and Pallavi for the super sweet encouragement). Laura was always there to bear my stupid anxieties and last minute drama . Life is on a Roll again! Bradford-->London -->Perugia-->Spoleto .. each memory is worth cherishing!

Guest room for Ma !!

"I am not going to stay with you all.. It will be too much of a burden. " It was not the 1st time she said that .

Her wrinkles could not hide her warmth. Her fragrance reminded me of the first eternal drops of rain , which touches barren earth to quench thirst of  all earthly creations. Her shadow reminds of the a huge old tree which has given love , protection and strength to dear ones.

Why does the beautiful word of " Mama" turns into a burden with course of time. One of my close friends asked me once: "Does it hurt when I pinch you? " I nodded in agreement. Her next line was so beautiful that it moist my lashes each time I think of it. She told me that it hurts coz our skin is pulled, "Imagine.. your mom's skin was pulled for months as she carried you in her womb" . The woman whose womb was our 1st home , is it really difficult to give her one extra room and warmth which she rightfully deserves. The woman who understands your cries and "sign language" when you were a baby.. how difficult can it be to understand her pain?her silence?her silent tears? A woman who has raised her children facing so many obstacles in life , how difficult can it be to let her live with pride and respect in her last years?She never cared about giving her jewellery or property away to her beloved children, how difficult can it be to treat her with love ?

I can feel vivid memories pass by, when I used fight with my Dad when he used to support granny each time I said something against her. Now, all I can say is I hold my head high and cant be more proud of my Dad, who has never let his mother away and supported her all his life .

 I do not know if I can reach out to the correct people I want to ,but all I want to say is when  you abandon your beautiful lady and do not care to call or pick her up to bring her back home, remember time will change soon. The phase she is going through will soon come to you coz life has a very strange rule which says " What goes around .. That Comes around" . Do keep the guest room open , it will be used by you.. Soon..

PS 1 :Moms all around the world.. You are strong enough to give birth to a new life.. You are strong enough to give away everything you own to your loved ones.. So be aware.. " You are strong enough to speak for yourself. Even if your sons, daughters and daughter in laws are complacent to acknowledge your contribution to shape their lives up  , please do not hesitate to voice it. You are precious.. Don't be afraid of anything , God will back you up!

PS 2:  Mama, I have fought with you and sometimes hurt you. But I want you to know.. I am proud of you.I wana thank you for all your support.Thank you for making me..who I am.. I Love you!

Amrita Priyadarsini

The Black Butterfly..

Free from Old Ties..

Kuch to..

Kuch to kashish hai teri chahat me..
ki Ye doorian..meri aankhen bhar jaati hain..
ki hoon main kisi aur ki baahon me..par sanso ki khushboo teri aati hai..
ki khwaab hain mere ....par parchaian teri hain..

Kuch to baatein hain teri khamoshi me..
ki baar baar har aahat se dil tujhe dhoondta hai...
ki har saans teri yaadon ka mohtaj hai..
ki har aanso..tere mere pyar ki kaahani kehta hai..

Kuch to manzeelien hain teri in raahon me..
ki dil karta hai..tujhe paane me ..mera sab kuch kho jae..
ki har khwaish tujhse judi hai meri..
ki deewanepan har hadd le jati hai oorr teri..

Kuch to nasha hai teri meri ek mulakat me..
ki har pal dil wo lamha churana chahta hai..
ki dil tujhe toot kar chahna chahta hai..
ki mera sab kuch tujhme simat jana chahta hai...

Teri Yaad!!

Mere har zikra me..tera naam kyun aata hai..
Hai door mujhse par kyun tera khayal dil se nahi jata hai..

Ye kaisa pall hai zindgi ka..
Ki tu roye to mera dil bhar aata hai..

Par mere aanson ki kimat tu nahi samajh pata hai..

Ye kyun hota hai hamesha..
Ki tu mere jeene ki wajah bann gaya hai..

Par teri chahaton me maine apna naamo nishan na paaya hai..

Mere dil ne har baaahna tujhe pana ka hi banaya hai..
Fir kyun tune har bahane se faaslon ko badhaya hai..

Meri yaadon me koi jagha nahi hai teri..
Kaise yaad karu tujhe jab maine kabhi na tujhe bhulaya hai!!

Tera khayal aaya hai..

Aaj Bas..Ro lene do..

Aaj mujhe ro lene do..
Palkon ke aashiane me yaadon ka sailab aaya hai..
AAj is sailab ko aansu ban ke chalak jane do..

Khwabon ke tootne ki awaz ko..
Rooh me utar jane do..
Koi baat ankahi si..
Is dil ko sunne do…
Aaj mujhe ro lene do…

Akelepan ke is sannate ko..
Mujhe aahosh me bharne do..
Aaj mujhe apni Kalpana ki dunia me samane do..
Kisi haseen khwab ko mujhse lipat jane do..
Aaj mujhe ro lene do..

Khamoshi ke panah me ..mujhe sapne sanjone do..
Aaj bas ro lene do..Khud ko Kho lene do..
Aaj mujhe ro lene do..

Women's Day Special.. Mommy's Gal

"Bye Mommy" ... I can still remember how I used to shout from the gate each day.. when I used to leave for school !! But once I left home after completing my school and came down to Bangalore .. I realized there is no more shouting from the gate..there is no more nice home cooked food..no more scoldings when I don't study!! No more gifts when I do something good!! No more support when there is a dance audition the next day!! It's gone!! Over!! No Mommy to tell me.. "U have to be the best!! "..


I was upset and found an emptiness when I thoght of all these things!!

I cried and called my Mom.. n told her.. "I would like you to know one thing Mom.. One thing I never told you.. " .

She was worried and concerned to hear me crying like this!! She asked me.."What happend? Are you Al right? " ..

I told her "Yes Mom.. I wanted to tell you.. I love u.. I always did.. and I will make you proud one day" ..

Mom cried after hearing this and said.. "You have made me proud each day since you were born!! I never told u.. But you are an amazing child.. I love you too my baby!! "


That day marked a special bond between me and Mom!!
I would love to thank her on the eve of Women's day .I would like to salute her for everything she has taught me !

"Thanks Mom ..for making me what I am !!"

Shadi Shadi!!

O ma...
Ye poore country ko hua kya hua hai...Ab to kisi ka phone uthana mushkil ho gaya hai..Any guy I know would call in and break the news..Babes guess wat..
I m like...What??.."I have selected some1...I am getting engaged/comitted/married"

My 599th crush ....my PM is also getting married :( :(
These days if I get a call and someone says..Ek khush khabri hai..I am like.."Ab ye mat bolna ki tum bhi shaadi kar rae ho"..

"Anti-social" ka tag to lag hi chuka hai.."Anti-shadi element bilkul nai hu main"..
As my Mommy says "Ladki Sanskari Bahu material hai "
Ha Ha...
Main... aur bahu material..God Bless my to-be "sasural"...

Once and only once I was very upset with this love triangle which always goes on in my life..I called up Dhara..n said..
"Babes...Mera mann karta hai Nun ban jaun..."

She takes a long pause..n says"Sau Sau choohe khake..billi Haz ko chali"...
Dhara : "Kitne crushes the tere..bataio zara"
Me : aaaa.......aaa....aa
Dhara :Kitno ne propose kia hai..
Me: aa...aaa...aaa
Dhara :Bakwas mat kia kar...to fir!!
Me : OK :(

Us din se..Nunn banne ka idea dropped hai!!
:( :(

Ab shadi to karni hi hogi... MOm continously gives me update.."Iski bete ki shaadi ho gai..Iski beti ki shaadi ho gai".She expects some day I open my mouth and heart and pour out a list of Ghar Jamaies she is about to have..But I confuse her saying... "Mum jo mujhe pasand hai...wo mujhe pasand nai karta..
Jo acha kamata hai..Wo acha dikhta nai..Jo acha dikhta hai..Uske saath compatiblity nai hai..Jiske saath compatiblity hai..wo Intelligent nai hai..."
Finally she gives up and says.. "Tere lie kahan se ladka khoju??"

Ab to mujhe bhi tension hone Lagi... :( :(

Somehow..all good looking guys got married..Sad :(
I am running short of options... :( :(

Shayad yahi hai Pyar...

Pyar,Pyar,Pyar..
Akhe country me world wide bukhar...

Poochte hain apun ki sahelian..Ki koun hai wo yaar??

Jisko dekhne ke lie Gmail karti hai acess baar baar??
Jiske ping aane se aata hai chehre pe nikhar??
Koun hai jo Olay ko replace kar raha hai??
Koun hai jo Bina Dior ke bhi khwab mehka raha hai??
Koun hai Jisne Amrita Ko sharmana sikha dia hai??
Kya ho gaya hai Amu ko bhi Pyar???

Well.. Kehte hain sab Amu ho gai hai..Dil ke haaton bilkul bekar..
Par Amu to hai in sab se bekhabar..
Sabse keh dia humne ..ki hai koi..Jisse milne ko hai Amu bekarar..
Din gin gin...mahine..saal hue paar..
Par ab bhi hai Amu ko kisi ka intezar...
Waiting ka silsila khatam ho to Dating hogi chalu mere yaar..

Na hai Inkaar...na ab tak hua hai Iqraar..
Par palken jhukti hain unke khayalon se kai baar..
Milungi unse to karungi Solah Shringar...

Tab tak tadap rahi hai Amu for 1 deedaar..
Sochti hu khayalon me jise..Shayad wo bhi sochta hai ye ki..yahi hai pyar..bas yahi hai pyar..

My Last Blog for Infosys!!

Guys here goes my last blog..I may forget to mention all the names..Apologies for that..But do remember my heart remembers all those names..inscribed.. I will never forget all those moments spent with you guys..Spent here in Infosys technologies!!


The Beginning!!

It started with a Tat No.3946.. which is still kept safely by me..
When they called out 2 names of 200 and my name was one of them..the moment was to be cherished..Yeah..The Journey with Infy was marked by that day!!

The Struggle!!

I was not one of those who could lavishly travel in autos as a student!!
Kabhi to aisa hua hai...Ki I have calculated "7+8 while goin..while coming..I take a lift...Then the expense would be reduced..Or do I take a 25 Rs pass.."
I would stand in local busses queues ..with lot of dhakka dhukki around..
Once I stood there in hot sun..Thinking..when will I get a bus..n then..I saw a white bus with blue Stripes passing by..I smiled to myself and thoght "Ab aur kuch din aur..."
Yeah..those were days of struggle!!

The Joining!!

24th September 2007 ..Yeah the Big-day..I stepped into the huge campus..Infosys Bangalore..
I smiled n thought..So finally getting down from the White n Blue bus...
“Sapno ki dunia hai..Ye jagah I thought …”A dream world!!
Ye infy ke tag me koi to jadoo hai!!There is some magic involved..when u wear this tag and walk down ..people look at u like u r a film star(yeah..I have this seen that expression lot of times..n I must say..I loved it)…
Yaha aake dekha..toppers ..people who have topped all their life are sitting beside me..

We were told that less that 2% from a college make it to infy.."Look to ur right n thn look to ur left..faces which u c are those esteemed 2%..They are special..n so r u "..
Well...should not boast about..But yes..Those lines did gimme a high!!

The Training!!

Yeah…It was time to get serious in life..But Wait..who was serious here??
It looked like a college after a college..
IMS_Sept_2007 was the most notorious batch Infosys has ever seen.Yeah..Microsoft training was something fun to be in.. I guess we are the only brats who have been driven into the training class like nursery kids.Yeah..Brats..
There are lot of fond memories ..sweet …sour..bitter..crazy days!!!
That voice n accent training..Nithin’s English..tod marod…
Arpita’s crush on manoj Sir!!Vrasha’s affection for me..Tousif’s brotherly love..Sangeetha’s Nok jhonk..
Chetan’s maturity.. Jigmy(my crush)’s sence of humour ;) .. Jojna..shaheer..deepak..vivek.. Sleeping beauty Tamilvenan.. Everyone was fun to be with all cartoons..Loved your company guys..Thanks for appreciating my dance..encouraging me ..caring for me..teaching me..Yeahh..workplace too has friends..

My First performance!!

Stage jaha..Amrita Wahan.. Yeah..My first IMS day-TARANG!! I was Antakshari event’s incharge..
Yeah I won couple of prizes for dance( ;) expected isn’t it! )
This performance gave me my 1st spot award for extra curriculars!! Lovely stage..Lovely croud
Thanks Amit,Amitha for the support..Our team rocks  ..Would love to have 1 more dance with u guys..

Recruitment Team!!

DU1 recruitment team..Loads of fun…
I met the cutest PM in IMS…Thanks Vishal for believing in me and putting me across the right opportunities..Thanks Mamta for mentoring me..Thank U Sangeetha for understanding my limitations as a fresher and I would like to say..that u r1 of the most hardworking PMs I have ever seen in IMS :)

Friends:

Thanks to BB n Blogs I have some very close friends in life :
Deepak Ji..I still search for u in Building 44,
Rahul Ji..U will remain my dancing hero..
Rahul..Tu to stud banda hai..Keep writing!

KVH…

Aaaah…My 1st billable project..Hmm..
Lots of names..I was “The Bachi” of this project.. To this bore floor..(as they say)..I was the Oomph factor ;)… I loved this team..Loads of fun!!As I think of the team I get a smile on my face..I can remember people having tears in their eyes..when I left d project..
Vidyadhar the dude!!
Veda the kitten..
Saritha the smiley..
Archana the Pretty Face..
Arun the Joker..
Deepak the Mischief monger..
Thilaga the cutie …
and Neel The Lead!! All of them are a very important part of my life!!
They have taught me..What a team means.. Thanks for everything!!


HDS(Hitachi Data Systems)…
Yeah "..ROti ..Kapda..Aur Maakan..Yeh hai Hitachi meri Jaan!!"
Think Hitachi..
Think WORK..
Think Amar..
Think Sambit …
Think the nonstop onsite calls from Sangeetha..
Think NAC’s motivating words..
Think Rakesh’s inspiration..to be a young PM like him..

Yeah..One of the largest Project of IMS..I am privileged to be with the team when it was in the initial stage..Lot of KT sessions..16-18 hors work..400 mails..200 calls perday..Now that’s team Hitachi..
Thank u Amar for making me realize I m more than Just a Pretty face..For challenging me to give my best..
Thanks Sambit to question my credibility and hand hold me and push me for being the best!!
Thanks NAC for encouraging me..
Thanks Rakesh..for beliving in my potential…
Thank U leads..Selva the Super hero.. Shyam the Smarty,Ajaz, Akila the backbones..,Gautham the Rahul Dravid/Mr.Dependable of the team.. Srikanth the nominator/observer(Thanks for nominating me in all those awards)..Karthi..Mr.Google(has answers for everything )..

The team..
The “T” gang..well its not the Tamil gang it’s the Talented Gang!!U guys do an amazing Job..Be it stretching for hours or catching up things fast..I liked ur learning attitude..Rocking team of Madonna,Abinaya,Sudipta(Error Sweeny),Ramya(O….Laptop…) aahh..d long list.. Ruksana, Shailaja,Renuga.. Raja..
Unstoppable Babai-Brothers..Rama Krishna, Arvind, Ravi teja ..Loved the energy u put in the work..
Navesh Katoch & Sai Kartheek Neela :) in the same league!!
Rupali & Sherlin..The day u stepped in..I realized it’s important to have friends at work place!!Thanks for being there for me..Thanks for that midnight madness..those stupid PJs..those idiotic pranks!
Spencer & Mathews..U guys r d assets to HDS..Good Job..Good Luck!
Shaguftha,Mughda,Mamta… This “H” gang rocks..Loved your company..U guys r extremely close to me!!
We have a amazing email and provisioning team..Kudos to all of u.. Sunil, Santhosh, Ramu :) !!
Offshore/Onsite support team from Infy Satish,Siva(global support),Murali,Soumin,Sanket(P&S)..Thanks for helping me with complex issues..It was a pleasure to work with u guys..
Loved the team..I would love to make 1 more Sm7 ticket or take a VPN connectivity Issue..
But guys..I will miss u.. Whenever U miss me..Remember..I m just a call/mail away..Thanks for making Amrita what she is.. and adding to my knowledge.. Good luck…

The woods are dark lovely and deep..But I have promises to keep…
Miles to go..Before I sleep..Miles to go before I sleep!!

Chocolates love and strangers!!!

As the cupboard creaked I could remember ,how he gave me chocolates every time we fought. I used to take them and forgive him…I turned back and memories flashed back..


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I was bored eating chocolates he gave me after our recent fight…There were so many left …
I thought for the millionth time. “Who next?” .As I scrolled down my phone no. list to see whom I can call next . In a boring 2nd shift it was somewhat expected out of me. I turned around to see empty seats and then realized it was 7 pm already and almost all of them have left. As I called my last friend and got a response “tu theek to hai na?meri kasam?” (r u ok?swear on me) I realized how much I have been dependent on people for my emotional needs.. I have been always a sensitive and emotional person. Not sure of the reason ..may b a bad childhood..all those parental fights..or may b a long distance relationship that had shaken my roots and senses when my x-guy left me …or may be just my present…committed –yet lonely..

The guy in my life presently is nice,quiet,caring..and handsome…His looks gave a feeling of butterflies fluttering in stomach every time I see him.. still I crave for his attention.

Past 1 year has changed me a lot.Pateince has touched my life or may be I have just grown up, in all aspects infact.Attitude and beauty strikes every1s mind when they see me…… the chirpy ,happening, attractive and sexy “Tina Roy”.

As I sat staring in the computer ‘Tina ,want some coffee ? ‘I turned back to c my TL smiling at me(an invitation). ‘Na.. I just had coffee.. u carry on’I said and turned and could sense disappointment as he saw his latest crush ,crushing his intentions.”Vikram “ how much my eyes searched for him..don’t know why..may be my loneliness or may be his eyes which could tell me he was bowled over my looks…”Tina..how much I need u”every time I came across him, I could read it clearly..

As I started looking out of the glass and stared out into nothing I realized my phone was ringing. ‘ Unknown no. …. Oh God these credit card people they can’t let be in peace even after 7pm.Heights!!
I am so not gonna spare them this time. ‘Hello, who is it??’ I could hear a familiar voice “Amrita how r u??? “ …Wondering who it was I replied ” Leon??? ” not recognizing my guy’s voice will b d last thing on earth..

Stranger: ’leon ?? who leon??’
(may b I am thinking of him o lot…I thought..it’s not him)
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Me : Whom r u looking for?
Stranger: Hi I am Shiv… Can I talk to my friend Amrita?
Me: I guess you have dialed the wrong no.(about to hang up)…
Stranger : Hearing such a nice voice I guess the no. is just not wrong.
Me: (surprise and angry)Ohhhhh.. Flirts all over the world..I mean.. You just gotta hear a girl’s voice and start flirting???

As I expected apologies I realized how wrong I was…

Stranger: has some 1 told u…ur voice becomes more attractive and sultry when u r rude,I bet u r too beautiful…
Earnestly for a moment I blushed,but I maintained my Hitler kinda voice…

Me: Oh! That’s toooooooo much..why don’t u try writing dialogs , I am sure u will do good.(I was happy criticizing him. A stupid stranger)

Stranger: You are so perfect with guesses maam' , I am a writer this conversation is just too much to inspire me for my new story. By the way sultry voice,good guessing shows sharp brains…what else??? god has created you with perfection..is it???what say “angel”???

(“ANGEL”…leon calls me that, but its not him.. its not his voice..though the same charm in it..he continued speaking….)

I bet u have a better name than this…
Me: yeah.. I do… but u know wat I havnt seen a flirt like u… sick…(I was almost smiling )
Stranger: Oh please don’t call me a flirt, I m exclusive, I don’t talk to many..
ME: is it??? So why u bugging me from past 5 mins??
Stranger: May be I just fell for your voice…
(his instant reply made me blush again..why am I doing this..blushing like a school girl…)
Me: so what next ??
Stranger: Name??
Me: What??
Strange:Can I know ur name??
ME: Tina
Stranger: Sexy name..
ME: WOOOOOOOOO…….Dont u think dat was just too much for 1st conversation??
Stranger: U mind??sorry but cudnt help complimenting u…so can I call u again Tina???
Me:Y do u thik I will let u do dat..???
Stranger :may b u wont pick up my call..but I will call u tina…lovely name…by the way did I tell u ..I fell for ur name too?
Me :enough..bye…(uff…they should ban such flirts I murmured and smiled to myself)…


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I am too honest with my guy .. busy working on his laptop he still looked so cute.. I told Leon all about that incident.. he laughed it off saying “Oh my honest baby doll… if you wana talk to him you can… but I hope u don’t loose ur mind with writer’s type romantic crap..” and he happily got back to work…I hated his Networking guy type reply…

Days passed on and due to uneven shift timings there was a lot of communication gap between me and Leon.. he dint have time even to look at me and I got unexpected compliments from Shiv(without even seeing me,he used to like everything about me)..all his words soothed me after a hectic day… 

It was 14th feb ..the lover’s day… Leon had gone for some client meeting and will come back by afternoon…atleast half a day together.. as I expected his call and hurriedly picked up the call and said ”Leon??”
Hm…. I am so jealous of this guy..dats what I heard…”oh!! Shiv??”
Shiv: yeah doll…so ready for a dream date??

(Did he say dream date??? Leon would b back by now and may be sleeping peacefully…. Oh! Why does he ignore me so much?) As I got carried away with this thoughts Shiv's voice brought me back to my reality…
Shiv: You there?
Me: kind off…
Shiv: So what if I surprise u??
Me :Surprise??
Shiv : Lets just face it..we have spoken of everything Tina but… it is too much to hide my feelings now… I Love U .. I am so mad about u..
Me: stop kidding..(laughing) my guy is a boxer he will kill you..
Shiv:I am serious Tina… I can die for you.. no matter what u say… I will always love u…please…………………………….

I hung up nervously… Such a romantic caring and sensitive guy proposing me surely gave me a thrill and yes somehow he was an important person in my life… But Leon… I never thought of leaving him.. he is a bit busy..but loves me..but.. I was confused for hours and dint pick up Shiv’s call..

It was raining outside..I ran as fast as I could..reached Leon’s place to find him sleeping peacefully.. I woke him up.He was blinking clueless ”whats wrong baby??”
As I hugged him and cried he lifted me in his arms and tried soothing me..as he touched me I could feel how much distance can be filled just by one touch..

Me: Shiv proposed me…(tears streaming down my face)
Leon : (still caring and soothing me…) Do you love him? (I dint answer…how could he ask that? he dint object me talking to a stranger and now he becomes an important part of my life and now my hero comes back to ask this…???)

Leon: Do u love me…?? ( I looked at him ,he was still the same Leon.. so simple..I thought of the day while he proposed me looking away for me…and nervous not to loose me… “Tina” he had said…”I love you ,but I don’t want u to reply now..u can take ur time.. think and get back to me… “LEON….i ” I started speaking ,he interrupted “I know u thought me as ur frien.. I m sorry baby… but I love u please don’t say any thing…please think of it… “LEON… listen…” …….. and he continued “I know u will get a better guy but…… I had hugged him n almost shouted…. “DUMB I love u… I really do…. “ and we had laughed and hugged each other for long time……….that was the dumbest proposal on earth…but he loved me a lot I could see that in his eyes… but now… the same guy…my Leon is asking me…if I love him… not a good situation.. Gog must help me now!)

Leon: Tina… u must know.. I am mad about u..cant let u go… wait I will give u something and u will happy… as he turned away to the cupboard… I got wild.. how can he think of giving me chocolates now)

Me: ( I almost screamed ) LEON I AM NOT A KID ..U CANT GIVE ME CHOCOLATES AND …just tell me to forget everything..
( Things were getting worse…I was crying bitterly but he was so inconsiderate and walked towards the cupboard… and now I was thinking of shiv… )

He came with a box and pleaded me to open it…I opened it sobbing…
It was a strange looking gadget..possibly a transmitter .. he sticked it to a phone ..a new one which I never saw with him…and called on my no. and said … “speak”

I was clueless..but murmured some words… he had kept the speaker on and I was shocked to hear an absolutely new voice on my speaker.. I looked at the screen it was flashing “Shiv on call…”
World was spinning around me… as he hugged me and said ….” Baby… I am ur Leon and.. SHIV" 


And I was in his arms forever..and ever…


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And then my ???“Shona” asked me… Her small palms pushed me out of curiosity as I was lost in thoughts…I took her in my lap and said …then this happened and turned my special moments album…
And she faintly read the words …

     TINA WEDS LEON
“ You are Cordially Invited"

As the cupboard creaked I could remember ,how he gave me chocolates every time we fought. I used to take them and forgive him…I turned back to see Leon getting chocolates for “Shona” as he used to give me.My eyes were all brimmed with tears. “ Mommy cries a lot…”

Leon told Shona and hugged me to lift me in his arms and little Shona ran around us happily eating chocolates !

Friends Forever!!

Friends Forever!!
Now this is sad!!When u become so close to someone and they have to leave u and go away!!
My closest buddy is going abroad..And I just want to wish him a successful life!!He has been a pillar of support for me and has been my guiding tubelight..Lighting up my life with perfect brightness!!
We have nothing in common..But still he is a adorable darling!!It's he, who has made me realize so many things..about myself..and cheered me all the way of my roaler-coaster ride life !!

I just wana thank him for all the support and love!!I will miss him a lot!!
He was my big time favorite Saheli!!We have bitched about so many things..laughed like kids and he will not like it..but still I would like to say he has been like a big brother sometimes!!(OOPS! did I hurt anyone)
Every time I talk about a Rakhi brother !!he will tease me saying--
"Sabko Rakhi Baandh de tu!! "

(Ab nai bandhungi!!Pata chala koi acha ladka miss ho gaya...)

But the fragnance of our friendship will linger in all my stories!!I dont know when I see him next but whenever I think of a friend I will still scroll down for his number in my contact list.May be I go senti!!But then I will be happy for him..and he will remain in my best buddy list always...

The last ride!!

OK...I will come back..My brother was startled by my behaviour.."Dopahar ke do baje..kaha jana hai tujhe??" he said I turned my bike n heard him saying.."Mumma Didi fir se gayi.."

So I took left and went straight um..so it crosses 40 50 60 65..Oops saamne se Roy uncle aa rae hain..
(Bas yahi ek buri baat hai Rourkela ki har doosra insan jaan pehchan ka hai )So slowed down the speed...
went straight crossing the Bank row ..and then the hospital..Took a u turn Rourkela House and then back to the Ring Road..
Ab koi kehta hai streetsmart ko kisi ko de do..Rakh ke kya karna hai..Meri streetsmart meri jaan hai..
I almost killed my brother when he had applied white paint on the LADLEE painted on it..It looks girlish he complained and I had slapped him hard..He was too shocked to speak..But something is mine..Its mine..
Ya Ya..Dats me..Some people find it crazy..But I fiercly protect my things...

Possesive ..Ya Dat I am..
So..Straight again the speed rising.. 60 65 67..Left is the fountain near the market complex..Beautiful is this place..Not just the place ..Everything is so beautiful about it as I took the turn I realized this is the place where I had come to know how much a friend can care about me..
Rourkela has a extreme climate..Durga pooja time is the time for climate change..It was the year 2004 ..Me ,my best friend and meri pyari streetsmart ..Hum nikle ghoomne..

I was having a bad cold and Ganga Jamuna was flowing through my nose..The dust allergy added to it.So I was basically suffering badly ..still kaha main rukne waalon me se hu..As usual being a lazy bum I did not have a Hanky..So condition was still worse..So then we crossed this fountain and I saw a hand coming from behind and wiping my nose..I was shocked ..I mean she actually did that..
I was so touched that my eyes brimmed with tears..

The dress which I got for her this time..was something so precious to her..It was 5 degrees on 25th night and she wont even wear the jacket while I was like almost frozen to death..Ammu ne dia hai..Sab ke saamne itrana hai usse..And I will just watch her and smile...
Pata nai what relation we have in this birth..Friends..Sisters..Advisors....On and On...
Par kisi na kisi janam me..Wo Zarooor meri Maa hogi..

Memories of school days and flash backs..Hmm so I took a turn towards school and came back home...

The previous evening :

She: Main kuch chahti hi nai hu Amu..Bas jo hoga i will accept it..Mummy papa jo sahi samjhenge wahi karungi..

ME: Gaping at her..

She: Main khush hu..I am content with watever I get..
Me:Thinking..Why are you doing this?? When I know you wana open your wings and fly..Why have you killed your thoughts?
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I was thinking of school days when she used to say : Ammu hamari dosti me kuch bolne ki zaroorat nai..Whatever U think I can know it..

So I took a deep breath and looked into her eyes and thought..: "Chal mere saath..tu avi keh de..
I will take you..Stay with me till you realiize what you want to do.. not what others want you to do.."

She looked at me and said..Chal main ghar ja rai hu..Aur ha kavi bhi tujhe koi bhi complex womplex ho na..to yaad kar lena..Babes U r still a Babe..

I smiled and let her go..

Next day evening..I was about to leave..She called me..: Ja rai hai..
Me: Yeah..!!
She:  Amu jab bhi tujhe man kare ki tu waapas aajae..Apni ambitions and aspirations ko khatam karne ka mann kare na..

"Bas itna jan lena Tu meri bhi zindgi bhi jee rai hai.. You are living my life as well !!"

So,she understood whatever I thought..

Me:  Oye heroin!!Wapas aane ke saare raaste band kar diye tune!!

She smiled  and said : Apna khyal rakhna,tu to mera strong Bacha hai!!and yes.."Babes u r still a BABE".. I could hear the smile and pride in her voice..


But me..  I just wiped away a few tears .. Pretended to be a stronger person and moved on!!