The Talk

Girl : I'm little needy when it comes to relationship. I mean as cool as I am as a friend, I can be more complicated as a girlfriend.

Boy : Okay! Does this mean you're my girlfriend now??

Girl : You can take it as a warning!

Boy : Hmm.. Is this the TALK?

Girl : Did I mention that I often get Ice-cream cravings?

#they both laughed and enjoyed the kulfi# :-)

LET'S BE HAPPY

"The evening was awesome!! I laughed so much... Thank You Guys", she said.
"When ppl are happy, dey really look beautiful", he spoke.
"Who wants to drink water?" Her roommate made an excuse.
"Me", the rest of them replied in chorus and went inside, except for two of them.
"Awkward", he winked.
"I always look beautiful", she replied back to avoid the awkwardness. He then ran his fingers into her hair and cupped her face.
"U can't kiss me... it's not right", she said.
"It's right. It's just not right now", he replied.
"I know that you might think you love me or some shit, but it's mere attraction or infatuation... This will go away with time", she said.
"Care to go for a walk?" he asked.
"Hmmmm..."
He held her hand tight as they walk on the empty road.
"I liked U from the second I laid my eyes on U", he confessed.
"How can I believe you after everything... "
"After everything what??"
"I'm a gal with complicated theories", she said.
"And I want to simplify them", he smiled.
"Why do you push me so hard that I lose control?"
"Because I will be here for you.. I'm not telling that I won't screw up or we both won't screw up... I'm saying we will be happy together. I know you feel alive when I'm around, don't you?"
"Yes.. I feel good, but.. "
"Baby, I know the history but because of it I can't risk Now.. I'm not promising that I won't hurt you, but I do promise that evrytym you're hurt I'll make it upto you.. I promise!" he said
"I... You won't give up na?", she smiled.
He took a step, pull her close, put his arm around her waist, looked her in the eye and said, "Even I believe, neva to give up."
She blushed and looked away. He faced her towards him and kissed her forehead. She felt adored and hugged him tightly.
"Everyone deserve to be happy, we deserve to be happy.. LET'S BE HAPPY", he said and hugged her back.

The Phone Call

#phone call#

"Hello", she replied. After two back to back calls, she could finally hear his voice.
"Open the door baby, I'm waiting outside", he said.
"Don't you dare lie! I know U're enjoying your trip", she said casually. "Can I please disconnect the line, as I'm too sleepy."
"Open the door", he demanded.
"Arse, you better be here when I open the doo.....r"
"I missed you so much", he hugged her tight as soon as she opened the door.
"Hi... You're back", she murmured in surprise. She then smiled and hugged him back. :-)

Journey from Love to Happiness

 Aman: “Are you ever going to send this courier?”

Aarushi: “What courier?”

Aman: “This one”... He showed the envelope.

Aarushi: “From where did you get that?”

Aman: “From the same place where you have kept it...”

Aarushi: “Oh!” #she looked away; he could sense her feeling guilty, he walked towards her and hugged her#

Aman: “You don’t have to feel guilty about it. I have known about the envelope years back but never opened it, so relax.”

Aarushi: “I’m sorry Aman...”

Aman: “You don’t have to be baby. I’ve lived the best years of my life with you and I’m thankful that you have decided to spend the rest of your life with me.” #He kissed her fore-head#

Aarushi: “I think I’ve made the right decision, years back”, she giggled.

Aman: “Happy Anniversary!”

Aarushi: “Happy Anniversary!” #she kissed his cheeks#

Aman: “May I ask you something, if you don’t mind?”

Aarushi: “Yup!”

Aman: “Tell me the truth, how do you make world’s best maggi? What is the secret ingredient?”  #he chuckled#

Aarushi: “What??? You are so...”

Aman: “Sexy??”

Aarushi: “Good!” #she put her arms around him# “I thought you will ask about the envelope.”

Aman: “Honestly, I want to open it and read it, not to know what you wrote to him but to know how much you feel for him.”

Aarushi: “Why didn’t you open it then?”

Aman: “Because, it belongs to him and he should be the one reading it, not me. I already got something he can never have.” #he smiled#

Aarushi: “What?”

Aman: “You!” #he kissed her lips#

Aarushi: “Aman...” #speechless#

Aman: “You don’t have to say anything, not today or any other day. Only tell me one thing, why didn’t you send it to Hardik?”

Aarushi: “I did, but he wasn’t there to receive it and it came back to me. I didn’t want to tear it or resend it, so I kept it with me. And now I feel guilty. Will you be able to forgive me?”

Aman: “Forgiveness? I’m not here to judge you or ask you anything? I’m here to love you everyday; I’m here to create more memories to our happy life. I don’t do it because it’s a duty to love your partner; I do it because I know you deserve it.”

Aarushi: “Aman...”

Aman: “Rushi(he used to call her ‘rushi’), years back we both agreed that we won’t talk about Hardik and we didn’t, till today. I don’t want you to feel guilty about the envelope, nor am I going to blame you for loving him. Yes, I know you still love him and miss him, but honestly it doesn’t matter to me. Infact, it never did matter to me, nor it will ever bother me; because all that matter to me is ‘US’. I just wanted to know whether you ever tried to send this envelope or not.”

Aarushi: “I love him, Aman, I really do and I know it’s so wrong to love another man but I can’t stop this feeling. And with this truth, there comes one more truth, I’m so HAPPY with you Aman. I have never been so happier in my life, all these years I’ve laughed like I’ve never laughed before. I feel contented, I feel free. Everytime when I look at you, I thank God that you and I ended up with eachother. I thank Hardik for not loving me back, because if he would have loved me back then I couldn’t be as happy as I am now. I’m sorry for being so selfish.”

Aman: “No baby, you don’t have to apologize for anything. I’ve known about Hardik from the beginning and I’ve accepted it. Infact, thank God I’m not the guy you love, instead I’m the guy with whom you are happy. People say love is selfless, but people act selfish in love. People also say not to expect anything in love or one never complains when they are in love but they do demand or never stop complaining to eachother. But in case of being happy, you are already too happy to behave selfish or to demand or to complain. So instead of loving someone, I feel it’s important to find out that one person who can make you happy. I know what Hardik had lost and I’ve gained so if loving me gives me Hardik’s fortune than I’m better of not being loved. Before meeting you, I never had the chance to fall in love with anyone and when I met you I just couldn’t let you go. It was not that I was madly in love with you, but when we started dating I was happy; and then I realized that I was going to be happy thereafter. Every morning when I wake up, I see you smiling at me and offering me a cup of tea and I know I’m the reason behind your smile. I’m the lucky man. We might not be eachother’s epic love but definitely we are happier couple than the lovey-dovey ones’, so I would rather be happy than to be loved.”

Aarushi: “You always make me go speechless!” #Tears rolled down her cheeks; he kissed them.”

Aman: “It’s because I’m too good baby”, he chuckled.

Aarushi: “Yaa, you are”, she smiled.

Aman: “I love you baby and I’m damn happy with you!” #he winked and they kissed#

Aarushi: “I know!” #the kissed again#

BE HAPPY, b'coz u deserve it!!! :)

#Shouldn't we hold out for the person who doesn't just tolerate our little quirks but actually kinda likes them?#

The Conversation

Ring! Ring!

Girl: “Hello! Hello!”

Boy: “Hi!” #Tar awaz sunei se bujhte parlo se ke# “Kamon achis?”

Girl: “Bhalo achi! R ami etao jani tui o bhalo achis.” #giggled# “Hotat eto raate phone korli?”

Boy: “Happy Valentine’s Day!”

Girl: “Ki??” #started laughing#

Boy: “Hasli keno, wish e toh korlam, joke thodi marlam.”

Girl: “Hotat wish korli?”

Boy: “Sobai ke wish korlam, tui eka baki chilli tai bhablam tokeo wish korei dei.”

Girl: “Sei, last priority as usual!! Tai na??”

Boy: “Na, last toh na!! Only priority, karon, ekmatro tokei sudhu call kore bollam, bakider bas text korechilam."

Girl: "Bujhlam na..."

Boy: "Mane bolte paris, sobai ke bollar jonne bolechilam and toke bollar icche chilo tai bollam.”

#Or kotha ta sona matro jeno hotat kore or proti dharona tai palte gelo#

Boy: “Ki re achis?”

Girl: “Hmmm achi!”

Boy: “Aaj kichu bolchis na, chup kore achis? Onno din toh bok bok kore matha ta kheye felish.”

Girl: “Toke aaj obdi chine uth tei parlam na, jotoi chesta kori toke janar, tui ekta kamon mystery jeno.”

Boy: “Na jana tai bhalo tor jonne, karon jodi jene felish tahole amar e chaap hobe. Jai hok, chollam tahole, abar pore kotha hobe.”

Girl: “Nijer khayal rachis!”

Boy: “Rakhbo, se chinta koris na!”

Call Disconnected!!!

Shortest story ever... Dedicated to a friend!!!! ;) :P

STRANGER’S MAIL... (PART-1)

‘He was the ONE’ she thought and smiled. She was going through her mailbox like any other day. She had never deleted those mails; rather she never wanted to delete them. It was more than fifteen years in the past; still she couldn’t gather enough strength to delete those mails. She did date a few guys since then, but still her heart craved for him. Why is it so hard to forget someone when you know you can never have them back in your life? Why is it so hard to put up a facade of happiness and contentment, to put up a pretentious smile while it aches inside constantly, incessantly? She always believed that: ‘Love is supposed to give happiness; Love is all about being content’; Love is what Raj & Simran shared in DDLJ; Love is what Veer Pratap Singh & Zaara Hayaat Khan shared in Veer-Zaara. She never believed that Love equates Pain; she always thought Pain is an outcome of one’s selfish needs. Sharing your life with the ones that you love and cherishing those moments in their absence is what Love is about, or what it should be. Being in Love and being loved should provide you serenity, unbound. Then why was it so hard for her to move-on? Why couldn’t she fall in love with someone else, bear those same feelings for someone else? Did she get immune to emotions? She questioned herself everyday yet failing to find any answer every single time. They were never in a typical relationship, they never shared the chemistry which Samar & Meera did in Jab Tak Hai Jaan or the one of Avinash Singh Rathode & Zoya  in Ek Tha Tiger. They were just strangers or as she would prefer saying “THE PERFECT STRANGERS”; they were just Zain & Riya.

15 years Back...

Mail 1:

From <storyteller@.......com>

To <paintinglyf@........com>

Mam,

I have sent an attachment of my story and I hope you will like it. It was my dream to publish my book under your publication house. I will be obliged if you give me a chance to share my story with everyone. I’ll be waiting for your decision.

Re: From <paintinglyf@.......com>

To <storyteller@.......com>

Dear,

I’m really sorry to let you know that I’m not the correct person. I don’t own any publication house. I’m a painter; I guess you sent your attachment to a wrong id. Anyway I read your story and I really liked it, though it’s a tragic story.

Mail 2:

From <storyteller@.......com>

To <paintinglyf@........com>

Dear,

I am really sorry for all the trouble. Actually, my friend is at fault; he gave me the wrong id. Actually he went to some art exhibition and there he chanced upon this lady (owner of the publication house), she subsequently gave her id to him; I was supposed to mail my work to her. And at the same time he also happened to collect your id from one of the event organizers, as he liked your work(as in your paintings) and he might’ve wanted to discuss something with you.... the point is, he got confused  between the email ids and rest I think you can work out... I’m glad that you liked my story, it’s my first work and I’m bit tensed regarding the publisher’s decision. Yes, ofcourse it’s a tragic love story. If you don’t mind I would like to know the detailed review of my work from a complete stranger.

Re: From <paintinglyf@.......com>

To <storyteller@.......com>

Dear Stranger,

Well now I finally could put two and two together; it’s true that my paintings were sent to the art gallery exhibition and I am happy to learn that your friend appreciated my work. Now coming back to your story, its great; the emotions, the phrases, the plot, the characters, the dialogues etc, everything is perfect. I’m sure your publisher might give you the break. Just one tiny thing, it’s completely my opinion, I don’t agree that tragic love stories exist, I don’t believe in that kind of genre.  Either it’s a love story or a tragic story. I can’t understand the point, why do people say tragic love stories? Love gives you happiness; it gives you the feelings of optimism and jubilance. Love can never give you devastation and pain. So what’s the point of tragic love stories?

Mail 3:

From <storyteller@.......com>

To <paintinglyf@........com>

Dear Stranger,

Well, definitely tragic love stories had existed and still do; in fact, several literatures from around the world, give you perfect examples of immortalised tragic love stories, like that of Romeo and Juliet, Cleopatra and Mark Antony, Tristan and Isolde, Layla and Majnun, Heer and Ranjha etc. They were passionately in love with each other, underwent tumult and trauma of titanic magnitudes, only to pay the cost of their unyielding and unrelenting love with their lives put up on crosses. Love stormed through their lives, gnashing and shattering everything that came in its path, but with the unfortunate result of the untimely demise of the souls of Its owners. Their souls got ripped apart in one treacherous blow and the unbearable pain that they endured, every feeling they underwent immortalised their love. The tragedy that was fashioned out of their lives only because of the LOVE they had shared made their stories the haunting examples of one of the greatest tragic love stories.

Love stranger... J

Re: From <paintinglyf@.......com>

To <storyteller@.......com>

Dear Stranger,

I do agree that they are the biggest examples of Love but the statement that the tragic part in their stories is owing to the love they shared, is not true. Love was the part or the time they had shared the feelings of togetherness, they had laughed in synchronism; came to know each-other, shared emotions and gazed into eachother’s eyes for hours along; the time that was reminiscent of the shared warmth, felicity and passion that was inherent to their relation. The Pain tainted chapter was the time when they had endured sufferings caused by the plotting Fate and its subsequent circumstances, not because of Love. Their love and they themselves were never the reason for eachother’s pain. Their love stories are said to be tragic because fate and circumstances had treacherously conspired against them. People were somehow more drawn towards their misery, sympathizing unapologetically on other’s afflictions being so human a nature. They concentrated more on the part on how those souls had endured the trials and tribulations and ended their lives for eachother. They actually muffled the Love end of the story, the part when they were so happy with each other, which is why their love stories are called tragic love stories. Now-a-days even when people go through separation, they synonymise their stories with tragic love stories, how silly is that... just think for a moment, when your mom kisses your forehead, does that hurt? No, why? Because that is love; like even when your girlfriend kisses you, does that hurt? No, because that’s the beauty of love. How can that love gives you pain? You will be in pain because of your selfish reasons or circumstances. The moment things go outside the periphery of your happiness; you feel dejected and get upset. That feeling is not love; when you get overpowered by your selfish schemes, you no longer feel the Love, and you are left in the void that gives you Pain. Love and Pain are two different sentiments, people get confused and they start saying love gives you pain. Isn't it? Well it’s my opinion, it might be wrong...

Love stranger J

TO BE CONTINUED... J

29th Dec- (Delhi gang RAPE)

Jeene ka maan toh sabhi ko hai... phir mujhe jeene ka haq kyun nahi???
Azad hone ka haq sabko hai... phir mujhe azad hone ka haq kyun nahi???
Tum larke ho toh boxers mein ghum sakte ho, aur main larki hoon per borkhe mein v main safe nahi hoon.
Tumhari zindigi mein,
Maa banke jeena sikhayi, behen banke tumhari har galti chupai,
Ek dost banke hamesha tera saath nibhai, pyaar banke pyaar ka matlab sikhayi,
Biwi banke tere ghar ko sawari, toh dadi/nani banke tere bachpan ko sajhai,
Mujhe sabke samne yun zaleel karte waqt, tujhe zara sa v sharam nahi ayi?

Har roz ek maut marti hoon,
Kabhie bahu banke aag mein jala di jati hoon, toh khabie apne pati ke hi hawas ka sikar ho jati hoon.
Society ne toh mujhe entertainment ka package bana ke bata hai,
Kuch ko bazar o bechte ho aur kuch ko dusre ke ghar bhejte ho,
Kaam toh dono ka hi same hai, aisa lagta hai apke manoranjan ke liye hi toh bane hai.
Sabko toh sirf mera jism se matlab, mere tute khawab se hai kisiko kya farak,
Ab toh aisa lagta hai, sahi mein, mujhe jeene ka nahi hai koi haq...

Har Devi ko kya tum sirf naam se hi pujte ho, ya phir tum unhe v UNHI nazro se dekhte ho?
Jo aurat jaat tumhe janam deti hai, tum uski hi izzat loot te ho...
Tumhare tarah main v ish Duniya ka heesha banna chahti hoon,
Tumhar tarah main v azad hona chahti hoon,
Kya bohut zadya tumse mangleti hoon?

Kanoon mein toh har choti galti se badi gunaah tak ki saza di jati hai,
Lekin kyun phir RAPE ki saza maaf ki jati hai?
Agar ghar ka beta bahar kaam per jaye, aur raat ko ghar na aye, toh karta hai woh mehnat ka kaam
Aur wahi ghar ki beti ya bahu kaam per jaye, aur phir raat ko ghar na aye, toh kyun karte ho use badnaam?
yeh samaj ka kaisa kanoon hai tumne banaya,
Jahan larko per hai har cheez ki azadi, aur larkiyo per bas hai pawandi....


Dosh de v toh kise de, samaj ka har insaan hi toh galat hai,
Kehte toh hai hum sab apne apko Well educated, lekin sooch apni abhi v kafi choti hai.
Ek ghante tak jab woh LARKI rasto per padi thi, tab toh kisi ne chaddar tak nahi di uske upar,
Ab candle march aur protest karne nikle hai sab...
Ish hadse se pehle v kitne aurat o per kiye gaye hai attyachar,
Aur is Society per pura hai biswas ke aise hadse hume dekhne ko milenge bar-bar....

Ish desh mein,
ab na dharti hai sunehri,
na amabr hai neela,
yaha toh char o taraf hai bas andhera,
AISA DESH HAI MERA, HAAN AISA DESH HAI MERA!!!!!

No offence to any one, scribbled down sumthing whn i heard SHE IS NO MORE...
May her soul Rest in PEACE...