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MicroTale #30 : Reverie

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As the mirror reflected a beautiful bride, tears ran down the cheeks.
“She got settled, finally.”, the mother thought.
“Alas! The dream got killed. They won.” the daughter thought.
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What she didn’t know, was an iconoclastic knight, waiting at the mandap, would be the best supporter as she would spearhead her battle again.

MicroTale #29 : Reverie

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She broke all the rules of being a so-called female. At the age of 24, she won the international Body Building Championship.
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Looking back to where it started, when he said, ‘This profession doesn’t suit you’.: She smirked at the thought

Hate is a better motivator than love.

Welcoming Hope

Wish you all a very joyous new year. 🙂

welcominghope

 

The thunderous blast from the past, engulfing me,
Pulling me towards their shore a little more.
Hands that were held tight, going a bit loose,
And the hopes dimming, tying a noose.
The moment that shone was the sign that I craved for,
Waking up to an experience, was what my way were paved for.
Now the lights are turned on, where the bliss is
And culminating it, is my key.
I reach out to the light with all my might,
Diving to the unbeknownst realms,
Into the abyss.

Mumbai Diaries – Part 5(The One where Nauman can’t talk)

“Are you using the m-indicator app that I provided, while travelling around Mumbai.” Nauman asked Jaya.
“Why would I roam around Mumbai? I hate travelling….” Jaya replied.
Jaya and Nauman met for a coffee date. The rains were expected in a few days and as always happened, every Mumbaikar was pretty excited about the coming rains. The rains brought with it, the comfort and relief, and accompanied by sun dresses, it was the most awaited event after the scorching summers.
This was the time when Mumbaikars, took time off and went on weekend trips to nearby locations. Some went to Lonavla, some to Matheran, some to Mahabaleshwar, while some planned and planned and eventually failed, cursing their group.
“….I just love to spend my weekends reading and cuddling my bed.” Jaya continued.
“Wow, you are a weirdo, stuck in a city like Mumbai”
“I don’t see it that way. Anyways do you know we have a place in Pune called Bhosari. I heard a joke about it, but couldn’t understand it.”
Nauman listened to the joke wide eyed, and he knew he had to change the topic.
“Hah, you don’t need to go far for silly names. Have you ever heard of Chembur?”
“Yeah, I hear about Chembur and my mind goes straight to Harry Potter and Chembur of secrets.”
“Harry Potter….more like the boy who was born in Mumbai. What would the first part be? Harry Potter and Santracruz to Sion?
“Lame.”
“I have a good one for Order of Phoenix…..Harry Potter and Order from Panvel.” Jaya continued.
“How about ‘Patient of Alzheimer’s’ for ‘Prisoner of Azkaban’?”
“That will work” Jaya said a little more awkwardly than she always does.
“What about ‘Goblet of Fire’?”
“It should be ‘Ghatkopar ki aag’?”
“This looks even lamer than RGV ki aag.”
“Haha, it certainly is.”
“Wow, this is awesome. We just made the whole franchise Mumbai based. They should put our conversation in the textbooks of Marathi children. They will learn about their city.”
 
“Give me credit as well, when producers line up at your doorstep.”
“Haha…sure. Anyways I should leave now, as I have an important meeting after this.”
Nauman was going to meet Gaurav to talk about the situation. Neither Gaurav nor Jaya was aware of the special situation that was brewing between them. Day after day, the guilt was getting heavy to carry for Nauman and so he had decided to talk with Gaurav first.
(1.5 hours and 2 local travels later)
 
Gaurav’s home
 
Gaurav was sitting at his home when Nauman comes in.
Nauman sits beside Gaurav somewhat awkwardly.
Gaurav was thinking something before Nauman had rang the doorbell. He tried recollecting but couldn’t.
Nauman knew that nobody would be there at home, so he thought it was good opportunity to talk to Gaurav. Though Gaurav was a localite of Mumbai, he used to live in a rented house, so as to be closer to workplace. It was a pretty common thing in Mumbai, for youngsters to live closer to workplace, for the obvious reasons, plus this also gave them the independence to enjoy night life of Mumbai.
“Bro, I need to talk to you” started Nauman.
“Yeah tell me.”
“Have you ever felt something inside you burning and you have to get it out before it eats you alive?”
Gaurav suddenly remembers what he was thinking.
“Oh yes, what a great coincidence. I was also thinking of similar lines before you came in.”
“Eh?”
“Yeah, you know you feel like that when you are about to puke”
“No I didn’t mean it like that. I mean…like when you have something to say but you don’t how to say”
“Are you in love bro? Because that shit happens only when this kind of shit happens”
“Kind of! Not exactly love…”
“Wow that will work as well. What a great coincidence, I was thinking for a reason to party, and now we have one.”
“You don’t understand what I am going through”
“We are gonna have whiskey today”
“Its such a big fear that is eating up my brain.”
“No beers today, only whiskeys.”
“I can’t seem to understand whether should I tell you or not?”
“Why tell me, go tell her. You know what I have been struggling with my drinking problem too much now. You don’t see me crying about it.”
“This is serious dude. This concerns you as well.”
“I am pretty sure you are concerned for me, but leaving it altogether is not a solution I fancy.”
Nauman understood that nothing is going to work today. So he decided to just roll with the flow.
“Yeah bro, we are concerned, please find something or someone worth leaving this hobby for. I would suggest Breezer, but looking at your current status, I think you would finish the drink along with the bottle.”
“I might.”
“Anyways, I should leave now. Thanks for the talk.” Nauman said sarcastically.
“Anytime mate!”, said Gaurav raising his bottle.
Nauman starts to leave, when Gaurav remembers something and calls Nauman.
“Do you know my sister?”
Nauman freezes to death. It was as if Gaurav was waiting for all the conversation to finish so that he can ask this question.

To Be Continued…

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Mumbai Diaries – Part 4(The One in the Office)

Nauman and Gaurav walked into the office to see Karan and Atush already taking coffee in the pantry area.

“Dude, I told you to wait for us”, Gaurav complained.

“Sorry bro, I have a call to attend, so had to rush early.” Atush explained.

“And you?” Nauman asked pointing to Karan.

“Nothing, I have a KT call to attend to, so that means I am free as a bird. I will join you too. Grab your mugs.” Karan replied winking.

“So, you are not liking your new project?”, Gaurav inquired.

“I must say its incredibly boring. I feel like starting MBA preparations again.”

“Well, as they say, ‘Life is what happens, when you are busy making plans’, I think instead of thinking, you better start doing something.” Gaurav said.

Karan folds his hands in a praying motion. “Please spare me the lecture, and go get your mugs”

Nauman and Gaurav went to get their mugs. Atush also joins them to attend his call. Nauman and Gaurav worked in the same project. While Atush was gaining momentum in his projects working on proposals, Karan had recently joined this office and project. He was taking knowledge transfer(KT) sessions from individuals in his projects to familiarize himself with the work.

Karan started thinking about what Gaurav had said and started searching for inspirations in his mind. A lot of people came; Gates, Jobs, Elon etc. He had to stop his chain of thoughts when Mia also came to his mind.

Meanwhile, Nauman and Gaurav came back.

Then they saw Atush coming with his coffee mug again. Apparently his call got cancelled due to a mild earthquake in Kolkata region. The recurring earthquakes in east India, were making Atush’s life difficult as the workload came to him in absence of the kolkata team. But this time, it returned to give Atush some much needed relief, that heightened his mood.

“Dude, I just saw two HR arm-wrestling over a holiday home.” Atush came running into the pantry area.

“What? Seriously?”, everyone asked puzzled.

“Nah re, just kidding. They were beat-boxing.”

“Oh please shut up and lets talk about something real.” Nauman said.

“Like?” Atush asked.

“Like” said Karan still thinking, “Did you call Akriti yet?”

“No bro, I don’t want to seem so eager. You all saw how different she is. I won’t be doing any standard thing here”

“This is why you should call her soon. Waiting for 3 days to call is the stereotype these days”

“But I don’t want to look needy.”

“Okay, making whole office think you and boss are a Romeo and Romero OR shattering those rumours by calling the girl?”

“I better call her.” He proceeds to dial her number. “By the way, Romero? Really? Is that all you could think of?”

“Go get your gamer Juliet, who kicks your ass.” Nauman was nearly shouting as Atush moves to a more private place to call.

Gaurav turns to Karan
“So, when is your MBA truck moving from thinking stage to doing stage?”

“The driver of the truck has abandoned the truck because of bad

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road conditions.”

“Don’t worry dude, ache din are coming. Your roads would be fine soon”

“Abe what can Modi do, when the truck is shit and….” Karan had to stop as Atush had returned.

He looked distraught and consternated.

Everyone asked him what had happened.

“Some boy answered the phone and said the number doesn’t belong to any Akriti.”

To Be Continued…

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Mumbai Diaries – Part 3(The One where they Meet)

Few hours before…

“BC, is that my station?”

Nauman tried to decode what Gaurav might have said.

While he was trying to make sense of it all, his eyes set upon a set of eyes even more restless than his. He kind of wished her eyes would rest on him, but ofcourse this was real life, so nothing of that sort happened.

Nauman stood thinking of all the pickup lines as he had mugged up during his desperation days. But he kind of knew that pickup lines won’t be necessary on this girl, not in a ‘him like a casanova and its going to be easy’ kind of a way, but in a way where being genuine would easily work.

He approached her making as concerned face as possible.

“You look lost.”

“Can you tell me which train number will go to Churchgate?” she asked.

“What? Trains don’t have numbers here…”

“Ofcourse they have, how else they will distinguish one from the another?”

“Well that’s true, but…..wait a minute….are you travelling in a local for the first time?”

She nodded embarrassingly.

“Can you help here? Just tell me the train number…I will find out the rest”

“Ohh, enough with the train number. You will need to wait on Platform 3, the Churchgate train leaves from there. This is platform 1.
And you see that train going…that is leaving for Churchgate. So you have solid 20 mins before another one comes.”

“Okay” she said feeling a little relieved.

 “So, first time huh? Did you move to Mumbai yesterday?” he asked hoping to use these 20 minutes effectively.

“Nah, I have been born and brought up in Mumbai only.”

 “Huh…weird”

“Nothing weird, have you seen the rush here.” she explained her predicament.

 “So why now?”

“Just a bet to get a gift.”

 “Care to explain?”

“I will get a new phone if I get a selfie with the Churchgate station.”

 “What kind of competition is this?”

Before she could answer, they were interrupted by a sea of passengers trying to get on the train. They moved to a more central spot on the platform.

 “Do you live here? Weren’t you waiting for that train?” she inquired.

“Ohh, actually I am waiting for my friend, who will be coming shortly here. He just got victimized to the passenger love and couldn’t de-board.”

 “Ohh that’s scary.”

“So please board the ladies coach only. And which reminds me that you should install ‘m-indicator’ into your phone.”

 “Give me your number, I will text you the link to download the cracked version.”

She gave her number with a wry smile and proceeded to uninstall ‘m-indicator’ from her phone.

 “You know once I was on the beach and drew a heart on the sand with my name on it…and the next I know is 7 boy’s names written inside the heart. Please don’t be one of those boys.”
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“No I am not, I am Nauman, by the way”

 “Ooh, I already like your name. Nauman, as in Roadies wala Nauman?”

“Yeah”

 “My name is Jaya, by the way. I should leave now. And yeah don’t forget to text the link, you don’t want me to be lost in Mumbai”.

“Sure”

 They parted ways. He saw the confused girl bumping into people, asking for directions to her train.

…Back to Present

“Did you call her yet?” Nauman asked Atush.

After being flustered in the laser tag game, they were back to the pub, enjoying last few moments of their weekend.

“No dude, let me get home atleast. I have tomorrow’s go live to look for. I have my boss hanging on me like a clingy girlfriend already.”

“Oho, so we have a triangle here.”

“I can bet I will receive a message in next 10 mins regarding his concern over the developed code.”

Everyone looked at Atush’s screen. A notification sound did came, but it was on Gaurav’s phone.

“Shit, its my sister. I have got to buy a new phone now.”

To be Continued…

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