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Thursday, January 6, 2011


How the hell this did guy know about it ?

Noorie was a Bhatti acquaintance, a shapely with muscles that could give air vacuum a run for its hold. 

I had learnt the ropes with her.

We were a wild pair, sneaking out always and she was one horny lady. I respected for just one thing; crystal clarity in life. 

Like Bhatti she had it all chalked out, she would be palmed off to the wealthiest landowner for the rest of her life, and she wanted some fun before it. 

She was crazy and her craziness acted like an impetus to my madness. 

The worst we had was a day locked in some far off room which she had arranged, with a load of nice and very very nice movies of every category imaginable. She insisted we…. well draw inspiration from all the stuff in there, and we did exactly that, just surviving on a pure carbohydrate diet, liquid carbohydrates.(!!) .I still remember the headache I had the next morning and the pain in the most obvious part .I

t was worse because there was nothing to throw out and feel better.

But I had told nobody about it, not even Bhatti….. how did this guy know??

Seeing the look of astonishment on my face , Krishna said "Noorie is from my village, I met her during a wedding at the village itself, and I mentioned that you studied near her place. She did not say anything but I could guess that you were up to something, and knowing Noorie it is not hard to guess".

I wanted Noorie suddenly...................

But her rules............. were clear, nothing doing after college. If she ever saw me near her place she would scream bloody murder.

And assured me that  she said she would be the first to swing the well oiled bamboo on my skull and ..................I had no doubt she doing it too.

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  1. Prelude 
  2. Chapter 1 - Thunderbolt
  3. Chapter 2 - Times of Google
  4. Chapter 3 - Can you Chase a Dream 
  5. Chapter 4 - One Day There Might be Magic Within
  6. Chapter 5 - When Push Turns to Shove ?!
  7. Chapter 6 - Krishna Upadesh
  8. Chapter 7 - Noorie !!
  9. Epilogue
 That's all folks !! My tenacity  lasts only till Noorie..... :) Thanks to you all ........ if you have stuck around the entire GDC(Gyaan Distribution Ceremony!) of 

    Krishan Upadesh

    So, I had to travel to Bangalore during this drama time for yet another job interview, and my friend Krishna was there, serendipitously on the very two days I was there.

    We met up, and seeing my rather sorry self, he read me.

    “It is a girl right “? , he asked.

    I just stared at him, silent.

    ‘Tell me all about it. All…” , was the command............... not a request but........... a command.

    I poured my heart out to him. He was one of the people I could trust. I told him the summary of how I met her, how we started talking and how it blossomed up.

    He listened careful and holds your breath, drew a fucking process diagram all with connectors and block arrows. I stared at him, and said “you fine pal??  We are talking about something tangible, not some credit card transaction, or trading algorithm".

    " I know you and I know that there is no convincing you without logic trust me and just look at this "

    “You are prone to extremes, either you run or you laze there is no middle path. Knowing what you intended, I am guessing this was the right time of you. You lived life by the clock, and lost yourselves in work and structure. Discipline scares people.But trust me pal, not many people can handle you, you have insulted me many times, but you have stretched yourself thin to help me too”.

    “I think you stretched yourself for her too; you went over the extreme when it wasn’t warranted. She just used your presence in her life to supplement her standing, that’s the reality pal, she is just one other airhead, with the crookedness of a slut.Look at it this way, when ..”

    " Don’t you dare insult her!!" , I screamed, it was hurtful to hear anything demeaning about her.

    He shouted over me, “ass hole look at this diagram and understand.” Waving a piece of paper at me.

    Not many people can shout over me.

    I calmed down and said ‘Pal, I made a promise, and I intend to keep it. I am going to her place, where she is interning now and then from there I am going home. I am going to meet her and then finish it either ways, you got to respect a relationship”

    “Suit yourselves, but I am telling you she doesn’t have the balls, I have been in the field for nearly 4 years now and in my industry you see a lot of females, and I see airheads all the time. She is a classic case of one and you are in for more despair, and hurt. But I guess you need it. I do have one advice for you; take it out somewhere…so somewhere. Why don’t you write out your experience till now.”? ,  he said.

    “Write”…I asked…but what? “And isn’t that supposed to be personal”?

    " It is a catharsis of pain or thought.Whatever you just told me, rewind back and write it down, but keep in mind one thing, focus. There are always two side to a coin, we see what we wish to see, it is akin to a cricket match, every ball or every shot is flawed, its is either too short long, early late or not timed correct. 

    Similar is the case with people................. actions......... and.......... relationships. 

    If you wish to get over this, then assiduously pick out your experiences with her, and focus on the bad part of it, be critical, be cynical and wrest out a single emotion, and build upon them to get a picture of words. Leave it once you are done and then read it back after some time, it would give you a lot of relief."

    “What are you telling? Just because there is no reciprocation I can’t blame her… be critical of her. Everybody is entitled to have their feelings and thoughts I can’t force anything, or rather I don’t want to force anything, because as is the case with shit if hurts when you force it out and the outcome is not too great either” , I countered.

    Asshole, Ass…hole…he mouthed with specific emphasis on the hole part with a hearty laugh. In between guffaws he said ” I appreciate your candor, here you are broke, jobless and nursing a broken heart and not to mention your badly bruised Antarctica sized ego and you can still think of wisecracks” !

    His guffaws were helpful, a wee bit …

    “ It is entirely correct for a relationship to not work in the absence of reciprocation. However, it is wrong, hideous, and positively a crime to disrespect an individual for the presence of certain emotions.You should not play with anyone. One word, gesture, of “ DND” is not reason enough for a relationship to end, I have had my share, and I know it hurts “ ,  said Krishna
    Suddenly he was sounding very prophetic a very nostalgic too. It struck me that there was something which he again had not told me, he had shelved his hurt. The scene between him and me was sounding like the Lord Krishna of Bhagvad Gita lecturing the lost Arjuna in the battlefield of life.

    " Let’s get drunk, god knows you need it "  , said Krishna.( got to love this kind of Krishna!!)

    " I am on a budget" , I replied morosely.All my rules were going for a toss, one more broken would not do much harm, I thought.

    " I have plenty, don’t you worry " !! , came the retort.

    To which I replied " I don’t want any inferior stuff, let’s go to a huge place.....and ....I trailed off, looking into the horizon.....

    " You want Noorie right?"  , he asked mischievously.

    Noorie ...... The beginning .......... and ......... it seems ........the end as well !! 

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    1. Prelude 
    2. Chapter 1 - Thunderbolt
    3. Chapter 2 - Times of Google
    4. Chapter 3 - Can you Chase a Dream 
    5. Chapter 4 - One Day There Might be Magic Within
    6. Chapter 5 - When Push Turns to Shove ?!
    7. Chapter 6 - Krishna Upadesh
    8. Chapter 7 - Noorie !!
    9. Epilogue