Friday, 27 May 2016

Not a love story: Phone a Friend

Note: Is this your first post of the series? Wait. Start reading from here: Not a love story: How they met?

With the passing weeks, the bond between Sahil and Eshita became weaker because they hardly talked. Most of the time when he pinged her, she was either out for shopping or was busy somewhere else. And this thing, after a certain time, started frustrating him, as he was the ONLY one who, evidently, took measures to stay in touch.

The situation grew so bad that he even started to doubt whether the two of them really shared a special connection ever. Or, whether all of that was just a common affair for her. Or in other words, she judged the conversations between them within the boundaries of friendship. Not an inch more, but maybe, a mile lesser. And all this made him highly distressed.

The signs of unhappiness, dejection and resentment were clearly visible with the way Sahil started to lose his calm in minor matters. Due to this, he started to spend more time being alone. Although, the two of them did talk at certain occasions but it was more formally tuned. Nothing magical happened that would revive the old Sahil; the one who was bright and bubbly. It was shocking that a girl could do that to him. That he would completely loose his mind on her. Undoubtedly, he had his likings towards her and was seeking for more attention than what he was receiving. All these things really played a game with his mind. Life was changing for him. Or maybe, he was changing.

But one final day he decided to speak to a close friend of his, seeking advice on the same. This was the first occasion that he has opened up to anybody on his personal life. He always believed that personal matters once spoken are not in your control. You can’t steer its spread and exposure. But, he didn’t care any longer about that thing from happening. Rather, he wished that she (Eshita) could know what her absence has turned him into.

So, he calls up Rupasi, a-more-than-a-friend-and-less-than-a-girlfriend kind of friend. They both shared almost everything, except for the relationship part from Sahil’s end, apparently, which was yet to make its debut. Rupasi, on the other hand, had a boyfriend for 3 years now and she has seen many ups and downs in all that time. Thinking of which Sahil thought her to be the perfect person for contact.

“Hey champ! What’s the problem, tell me?” said Rupasi assertively. Almost like she knew that something is wrong the other side.

“What?! I mean, how do you know?” replied Sahil who was totally perplexed with the witching skills of his friend.

“See the time. It is 5 and I am in the class. You know this thing and yet made a call. So, eliminating the odds, something must have really gotten wrong.  Simple. But see the irony, you watch Sherlock Holmes!” she chuckles.

“All hail the queen” responded Sahil with a grin. It was the first time in days when he genuinely laughed.

You make me feel good, know this” he added.

“I know, I know. Why not? I am the only girl who talks to you. And you are not gay from what I know” replied Rupasi while rolling her eyes and throwing a devilish smile back.

“Oh! Come on. There are a lot of girls who talk to me…….once in a blue moon” he chuckles.

Hahaha! Acha tell me the issue. I need to get back to the class

Oh! Yeah. Sorry. Long story short, I like a girl who doesnt give me attention anymore that she used to once. This thing frustrates me. What to do?!... And if, you need to know the entire story, then we can have a word when you are free? asked Sahil in desperation. He needed a solution to this. Quickly.

Mmmhard for me to process anything at the moment. Quick tip: Call her right away and have a normal conversation. This will seize the curiosity bug inside you for a few hours. Update me afterwards. Ttyl. Bubye. She replied almost with utmost assurance and dominance as if she knew what was best for the ongoing situation.

Ok. Sure. Bubye and he hangs up.

He then immediately calls her up which he had thought to do it since a few days. But then, ego and hurt did not let him dial the number. Men and ego! You see.

“Hello” replied a manly voice from the other end.

A lot of background noise from Eshitas end made it impossible for Sahil to hear anything.

“Hello, Eshita?!” he confirms.

“Sorry, she is in the washroom. Mind calling her later” replied the hefty voiced male.

“Ok. By the way, who is this?” asked Sahil in a meek voice.

This is Anurabh.

Ok Anurabh. Tell Eshita that Sahil called. Thanks. Bye and he hangs up instantly.

Upon disconnecting, an unsettling chill swept through him. He couldn’t think of anything at all. A gush of thoughts and questions struck his mind. He was already not well with the happenings and now having found that Eshita was going out with her ex added kerosene to the fire.

He was in need to have a word with her and that too as soon as possible.

To be continued….

Sunday, 8 May 2016

An honest Indian Workplace Conversation Between A Guy And His Crush

"This post is a work of fiction. It has no resemblance with the outside world. In fact, not even a bit with the writer's life as well. Nah! Not a chance." You won't think anything like this throughout the post and even after that as well. And sadly, I can't control your thoughts. Democracy you see. So, double the enjoyment with your imaginations. Tathastu!

Here is an HONEST (almost) Indian conversation between a guy and his crush in a random office. Not IT at all. At all. :p

 *Here she comes. The guy almost chasing her with his eyes through the glass wall until she steps inside.*

Guy: Hey! Hugs?! No? Ok. *smiles*

Girl: Hi! Fir mil gaya. *smiles*

Guy: Hungry? Han bol de. Please.

Girl: Yeah. Let's go. Bhookh to lagi he yaar. Subah he, hopefully zyada chatega nhi. Chal deti hun. *smiles*

Guy: Cool. Let’s leave. Laga hi tha ye naya deo kaam karega. D-Mart teri jai hoi. *smiles*

 *While having the snacks. Sitting somewhere*

Guy: So, lot of work to do? Yahi question pooch pooch ke thak gaya hun yaar.

Girl: Han yaar. Bohot zyada. Pata he..bla bla bla....bla bla bla...!

Guy: Bhai control kar. Yawn mat kariyo. Bakwaas kar rahi he but sunna to padega. Control. *yawns* *Grins* Kal raat soya nhi na. Isliye aa rahi he. *hi-hi* Tu bolte reh.

Girl: Nhi yaar. Bus itna hi tha. Tu suna? Kisse batiya raha tha raat me?! Aaj flirt wagera nhi kar raha mujh se. Pandit ban gaya kya raato raat?! Roz to bohot Josh me rehta he. Thoda bhao deti hun tujhe pagal. Dikhati nhi hun bus. Tension na le. Bol bindaas.

Guy: Tu to reply karti nhi he properly. Movies dekhna padta he. Movie dekh raha tha yaar. Late soya is karan se. Waise tujhe yaad kiya tha mene. Even dropped a text. Called as well. But as usual, tune number hi ignore mar diya hoga.

Girl: Oh! When? Let me check. *she checks* Arey sorry yaar. Just abhi dekha. Waise ghanta phone nhi uthati dekh bhi leti to. Aur raat me mein kisi ka reply nhi karti bf ka chhod ke,  jiske bare me tujhe nhi bataya he.

Guy: Koi nhi. It's ok. Ab to aadat pad gyi he. Tu suna? Kya huya tere ex bf ka?

Girl: Bataya tha kya tujhe? Wo na...bla bla bla. Called at night...bla bla bla. Ignored....bla bla bla.

Guy: Oh! To fir scene kya he tera? Kis chu ke saath thi tu bhi na. Waise bando ko har dusra banda chu hi lagta he. Alfa male to khud ko hi mante he sab.

Girl: Kuch nhi. Ab to relationship wagera nhi kar payungi. Break up has changed me so much. Ab no more relationships. And dating me karti nhi hun. To zyada sapne mat saja. Waise thoda chance he tere liye. Chotu sa. So, try to be good to me.

Guy: Haaayee! Dil hi toot gaya! Lo, chaakoo le lo. Ghusa do. Khel khatam kar do yahi par. But ese bol ke mat mara karo.

Girl: Hahaha! Hasne ke alawa kar bhi kya sakti hun. Ladki hun. Attitude maintain karna padta he. Tu bf hota to awww bolke gaal kheech deti aur side look wali smile. But tere liye hasi hi kaafi he. Tu kisko dekh raha he?

Guy: Kisi ko bhi nhi! Tujhe. Kasam se. Man to roz karta he bol dun ki bohot pasand he tu. Gf banja. Rock kar denge. But Rockstar ki tarah, ye dialogue bhi purana he. Aur sunne ke baad tu muskurahat leke dil me, ignore karna chalu kar degi mujhe. Kyunki confess karne wale ki feelings to hoti hi nhi he. Use to bura lagta hi nhi he kuch bhi karo uske saath. Aur in case, tera bf nikal gaya kahin se to fir to khel khatam. Isliye bolne se darta hun. But like to tujhe bohot karta hun.

Girl: Chal chupa le. Mat bata mujhe. Hint to dete rehta he. Me bhi samajhti  hu.

Guy: Arey! Tujh se kya chupana. Tu to apni he. Mat ungli kar. Bata dunga to fir tera behavior change ho jayega. Meri kahani ke Index page pe hi the end ho jayega. Mat press kar. Kha pi ke nikal le.

Girl: Chal anyways, chalte he ab. Kaam karna he kaafi.

Guy: Han. Bohot ho gaya sach ka samna.

*Both leave*
Arey! Post khatam ho gaya he. Aapka muskurana khatam ho jaye to baaki post padh sakte he, ya fir ja sakte he. Waise, jate jate comment karne ka man kare to rukiyega nhi, kar dijiyega. Aur share karna bhooliyega nhi. Bande ko acha lagega. Dhanywaad.