Saturday, August 2, 2008

The look

An autumn night in the Uttaranchal hills. A bus makes it way from a quaint little town to another - downhill. Easy going ride. Large windows, open, the breeze in her face and hair. A bag on the seat, a camera inside. It's dark, the bus' headlights the only light on the road, helped by the dim light of a beautiful half crescent moon. Screeech!!! A shout in unison - ....!!!!!

She jumps up, but it's not...!!! Strong, manly - his eyes glowing like green marbles as the headlights focus on him. She's transfixed. 'Should I or should I not', she thinks as her hand reaches out for her bag. But there's no moving. She stands as a statue. The only one making the moves is him. He walks towards the bus. Then, towards her!

He comes below her window and stops. It's open, he's just a jump away. Who'll take the plunge? She's mesmerised by his walk, his gait and his gaze. 'C'mon! Make a move,' she tells herself. But there's nothing! They look at each other for what seems like eternity. Then he looks away as if to say 'I can't' and walks into the dark.

No words exchanged, just a glance that haunts her even now. A glance that stole her heart. 'What if I had taken the plunge.' Twenty years on, the question remains unanswered!

CAVEAT: "Imagine my plight," says her husband. "If the leopard could not match her stare, what strength can I conjure up?"

Friday, August 1, 2008

It happened one night (on sms)!

+91-98xxxxxxxx: How couldn't wait for me...Idiot...I was having a shower.

He: Hi! Who is this?

+91-98xxxxxxxx: Sorry...Err..I mean exactly who is this?

He: I think u sent me the msg by mistake. Btw, am R.

+91-98xxxxxxxx: Seems like you are some call centre guy! R! No offences..Nice name otherwise.

He: Not really. I am a journalist. What do you do?

+91-98xxxxxxxx: Just a minute..What text..Which one did you get. Oh am so sorry.

He: Don't worry madam. I've already deleted the msg.

+91-98xxxxxxxx: Recently joined a corporate at a position in the communications department. Which text did you get! I feel baffled...Whats happening.

He: I got a msg from you calling me an idiot for not waiting for you n that u were in the shower. That's when I responded.

+91-98xxxxxxxx: How do you know am a female!!

He: You called me an idiot. Only a woman can say that. A man would have added something before or after.

+91-98xxxxxxxx: Journalist..Which publication or channel.

He: I am into sports. May I have your name please.

+91-98xxxxxxxx: Oh That sorry.

+91-98xxxxxxxx: Hello good morning. Anyone can use that word (idiot!) irrespective of their sex.

He: Am not a sexist, but a lot of my women friends use that word. Btw, what's your name?

+91-98xxxxxxxx: Whats in a name..That which we call a rose would smell as sweet by any other name.

He: That's pretty Shakespearean. Lit student?

+91-98xxxxxxxx: Graduated in journalism, Did pg in advertising and public relations. :-) did a lot of internships during college days with various media houses.

He: That's one thing in common. A journalism degree.

+91-98xxxxxxxx: See I guess no point telling my name. Am not a sporty person at all you must be so much into sporting..Guess, I won't get along.

He: Am not bothered about getting along. Am already committed.

+91-98xxxxxxxx: That's great take care.

He: You too. Cheers!

Wednesday, July 30, 2008

How do I?

How do I compliment thee,
When all I know about you
is just the tip of the iceberg.

What's on your mind,
what's in your mind,
all I need is a chance to find.

Conversations is all I ask for,
nothing less and nothing more!

Give me a time and a space
that I can make my own.

Compliments then will flow
from an unknown zone
in that head
that is fed
with your words and thoughts.

Conversations is all I ask for,
nothing less and nothing more!

Till then, How do I compliment thee?

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

She and He!

She: :-)

He: That's an enigmatic smile. I know it means speak to you later, but...a fool is a fool is a fool.

She: I don't know if you are up to date with my gen, which did As You Like It for class nine and ten. But you definitely are pretty Shakespearean!


He: As I can see, As You Like It, doesn't mean You can call me!!! I don't know if I am up to date with your gen. I didn't pay much attention in class nine and ten. What I do know is a soliloquy and that's they way maybe tonight will stay.


He: I'm mortified.


It's different!

The love I feel for her, this year,
is different from the love I felt last year.

And yet there is no question of admitting it.

Love is not a currency. It's not a coin with a fixed value.
It's an idea that recurs. It dies, is reborn.

Afresh and anew!

And yet there is no question of admitting it.