Ek bohot hi chotti si love story…

It was festive season and all the trains and buses were crowded like hell as usual. I was on my way back from college. I was late as I was busy with my annual day rehearsals. It was almost 7 pm and I had to reach Kalyan all the way!!! I decided to go by bus. I went to Borivali ST stand.

As soon as i reached bus stand, I realized I made a big mistake by coming to college during this season. There was a huge queue at the stand. And there were no buses. As soon as a bus arrived, these uncivilized creatures with no social etiquettes broke all queues and started running towards the bus. I am a disciplined fellow, only for disciplined people. I, who was standing almost at the end of the queue, was one among the very few standing there, who managed to sneak inside the bus and also conquer a window seat.

The bus was fully loaded within few more seconds. There were people shouting and screaming, children were crying at their highest octave. People, especially women were all well dressed and struggling to hold their heavy dresses with all crystal work and handwork on it. I found a very pretty, young lady in her 20’s, struggling hard to stand properly. I had already noticed her while I was in the queue. Boys have this great ability to spot pretty girls wherever they go and no matter how huge the crowd is, they will certainly be triggered by the shooter... She was wearing a cherry red sari and had a whole lot of crystal work on it. She was standing near my seat and person next to me was in his 60’s. For a while I felt like asking that fellow to stand and offer her a seat. But, then I thought if that could prove fatal.

She saw me staring at her. Sometimes I wonder how these girls get to know what’s going on inside our mind and how do they come to know if we have had fallen for them??? Almost all the beautiful girls I have come across have this inborn talent of using their god-gifted beauty for getting their things done. The very next moment she smiled at me and asked “can you keep my baggage there on your lap?”  I was frozen for a while and was expressionless. I never thought if she being so beautiful was ever interested in striking a conversation with me. I was on cloud nine.

I said “yep! Why not!!! My pleasure” she kept her huge bag on my lap and said “thank you so very much”

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She was struggling to stand still, as the bus had already started with its journey. People were falling on her and I could see her frustration on her face. I, being a gentle man, cannot see BEAUTIFUL WOMEN suffer. I went a step ahead and asked her “do you want to sit here?” the gentle man next to me looked at me amused, as by the time he was sure that we both don’t know each other. And girls never deny these kind of offers. She smiled and thanked me 3 times and that was enough for me to stand for 3 more hours without food and water though the journey was only of 1 hr. I was all charged up and I felt really great about my gesture and mannerism.

Throughout the journey we both shared many glances with each other. I was in love with her. She smiled looking outside the window and her small dimple was visible on the dull and dim yellow lights. I hated these dull lights which they put inside the ST bus. I always felt they made the condition inside the bus much more miserable adding some more trouble apart from the shabby crowd. But, I loved those lights for the first (and probably for the last time) in my life.

After sometime, the gentleman sitting next to her stood up. He had to get down at the very next stop. I was really happy thinking about the next 20 mins that I can spend with her. I decided to speak to her and was well prepared about the topics to start with. As I was about to sit, she asked me to stop. I was surprised and was clueless about what was about to happen.

She stood up. Keeping her baggage on the hot seat next to her and shouted some name waiving her hand up in the air. Within few seconds a hunk, much taller and fairer than me came through the crowd and she asked him to sit there. Yes, she had a boyfriend that too much better than me. But, I still wonder how she can offer him a seat and not me!!! I was all disappointed and that day I decided not to help any women, especially the beautiful one ever again in my life…

A normal day at a glance…

There are several incidents happening around in my daily life… some funny, some tragic, some interesting while some are really pathetic… as I told you, I am here to share and also to preserve some of those fond memories, you should also know how my normal day goes in order to understand the stories coming ahead…

I know I have already wasted a para explaining the reason for this post… lets have a look at my daily life…

My college is at Goregaon (w) [VIVEK COLLEGE OF COMMERCE] & I stay at Kalyan (e). For people who are not aware of the places in Mumbai, let me try to make it simple, it is 65 kms away from my place... Yes… I know what you are thinking about … but, its true… now you may call me mad, nuts or whatever!!! That really doesn’t make any difference… I have been traveling all the way to college and back from last 3 yrs and none of my friends, my parents in fact even me myself couldn’t understand the reason behind my love for my college!!!! And for those who don’t know abt the railway structure in Mumbai… there are actually 3 different lines… 1^st one is western (where my college is situated), 2^nd is central (where I am resided at present), and 3^rd one is harbor line ( new Bombay)… there is a great place called Dadar junction which falls in between all these three lines…I need to change at least 2 trains to reach Goregaon and at times 3 as fast trains do not halt at Goregaon, I prefer to get down at Andheri and board a slow train… but, anyway I can’t avoid DADAR…

Dadar station as it falls in the centre of all the possible lines is one of the busiest and most crowded railway stations in the world… its amazing to see thousands of people running (running literally means running) towards all the directions for their livelihood… when I see standard chartered spending so much on Mumbai marathon I wonder if real marathoners can ever spare some time for that!!!

It is difficult for a person who has never seen Mumbai to actually realize the intensity of the crowd and the aggression of life in Mumbai… the reason why I had to explain about the places and distance above is because many of my stories are some how connected with all those places… local trains have almost become an in separable part of my life too as that of majority of Mumbaikars… I travel through the veins of Mumbai and that too on a daily basis… earlier I found it quite annoying, tiring and also very difficult to travel on a daily basis… then gradually I started enjoying my journey with a new experience each day…

I never attend my lectures conducted at the college as I find it too boring to afford… my lectures are scheduled at 7.15 and that’s the time when I leave home…it takes around 1.45 hrs for me to reach college…most of the times I leave by 9.30-10… actually its good to travel before 8 am… as the crowd is comparatively less and the atmosphere is quite fresh in the morning which helps you travel without much of hardship… by the time its 9 the trains are flooded with people and their bags… students with their school bags,  professionals with their laptops and workers with their lunch bags…

Now, I really don’t know if I should call it “The spirit of Mumbai” or the curse of Mumbai!!! But, no matter whether you love it or hate it,, you certainly cannot avoid traveling in local trains if you need to survive in this city…

I plug my headphones in to my ears the moment I step out of my house and this helps me keep my temper calm and away from all those mess and help me to escape from many abusive statements in the morning itself in locals… I carry a huge variety of music on my phone from classical to rock… from trans to jazz and you will find almost all sorts of music on my phone… being a music freak this is the time when I actually listen to music… I travel so that I can listen to more of music… I know it may sound a bit crazy… but, that’s how it actually is…

Most of the times, by the time I reach college lectures are all over and I hang around with my friends in the suburbs of malad, kandivli and Borivali etc. many a times I prefer to catch a bus from Borivali as it is convenient to take a nap for a while and within 1 hr you can reach Thane...and Thane is just 20 mins away from my place. Also, I have a huge attachment towards these places as I have spent most of my school life i.e for about 10 years of my life over here…

my dilemma

I am in a state where i don't know if i should write something. i am not a celeb and i don't know what topic will be appropriate as far a blog post is concerned. i can see two of my loyal friends following me on this blog. i don't know if i should write my views about the current political, economical and social affairs of should i write about my experiments with life and its consequences and moreover my experiences... i don't know what all topics will make this an interesting place to be..!!! 

I should say i am highly influenced by one of my cousin brother Mithun Varma and his articles as far as blogging is concerned... i wonder looking at his immense ability to write and describe about the ongoing happenings in his life... i hope to match up to his standards some day...

At times i myself feels that i am getting too mushy on talking about the same kind of stuff always like... about relationships, love and all that crap!!! but, honestly i never had a good experience about the same...yes, i do have a whole lot of amazing incidents to cherish though.. i hope if i could share some glances of those memories and some of  my wonderful, funniest and weirdest experiences that i had with all those relations in coming days... along with my opinion about all other topics as well.. i shall try to be as honest as i can.. looking forward for your sincere criticisms and also support and love for me to help me continue blogging...

love,

appu 

life a journey..

Life is a journey where you come across many people, places, incidents and experiences… you gradually learn to love,hate and deal with people and relations with your experience gained from this journey. As in case of any journey, future is always uncertain and unforeseen . You never know who’s going to be the next stranger who may ultimately become a significant part of your life… from the moment you take birth , you also start making relations with everything that are there in your surroundings…with both living as well as non-living things form a part of your life. You learn to love, hate and possess them, you try to love non-living things and control living relationships. In my life I always believed that every relation that I hold is special in some or the other way. People talk about relations and they define it in their own way, so do I. I always considered relations as my fingers… you can never say which of your fingers is your most favorite!! You love all of them in a different way. But, ultimately you need all of them to form your life, to make your life worth living. What will happen when one of your fingers starts fighting with other for some extra attention or extra love for that matter?? You will lose peace in life and moreover your relations will ruin your life. Here something which was your strength has turned out to be your weakness. This proves... “The biggest strength of a person can become his most potential weakness”.
As in everyone’s case everyone in life will have to struggle to maintain his relations whether social or personal. Whenever there is a dispute between two or more relationships the loss and the damage is always huge and for many... "sometimes special people come in to your life just to teach you how to live alone without them"