Rockstar - IX

Chapter: The End

Sahana left the college, as she hated Rahul for all that happened. Rahul went inside a nutshell. He stopped playing guitar and singing, concentrated on his studies. Five years have gone by since he took over the family business and now he ended up in nothing. He lost everything in life. He went to his favourite bar to drink, on the way back to his home, he saw the park where he spent most of his life, and so he went inside the park and sat on the same bench he used to sit in his college days. He looked all over the park, “Memories!” He said to himself, slipped into it and slept there on the bench.

Somebody patted on his back and asked, “Hello Rahul. Are you okay?”

He opened his eyes slightly, turned back and saw a dimmed image. He cleared his view, “Sahana…” he exclaimed.

Sahana said that she read Ramya’s diary and she could not digest her suicide. Later she realized that Rahul was not the sole reason for her suicide, and she also heard about Rahul through his personal assistant and came down to Chennai to meet him. They spoke for hours.

“Are you married?” Rahul asked after an hour’s talk.

“I am still waiting for my Rockstar to come back in my life.” She said.

Rahul scratched his beard and said, “I hate this unclean stubble. I should shave soon.”

Epilogue

Rahul gave up his family business. He joined his band again and became a Rockstar! Rahul and Sahana married happily.

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To dear fellow blogger friends and BlogAdda,

I wrote for P.A.U.S activity because of two reasons. One – I was sure, that this is going to be fun and the other – I was unable to do write properly from the start of this year. I thought writing 50 posts in 2013 is going to be tough. I gave up, almost. That was when I read about BlogAdda’s P.A.U.S activity. I liked the concept. I started writing. And see what has happened now – I am done with 79 posts this year, out of which, I posted 37 posts in this month – second highest in a month in the last four years and three months. I am happy.

I would like to thank all my blogger friends for accepting my tags. In fact, repeated tags, (Cifar, Ayushi, Sreeja, Thewhitescape, and Simran) and made this activity interesting. I wholeheartedly thank all the friends who accepted my tag, and to all who tagged me. I am sorry, if I missed to accept your tag. I may not have known that you tagged me in your post or I happened to miss, as all I could accept was only 28 tags out of the 30 posts I wrote.

A very big Thank You to BlogAdda.com for hosting this activity, and for the Book My Show and FlipKart Vouchers

The year 2013 started and ended on a happy note. I got married. I flew to Germany. Having a fantastic time with my family. In terms of blogging, I won many contests in this year. Two of my short stories got published in two anthologies. I am really happy. I am looking forward for a Happy, Healthy and Prosperous New Year!

Wish you all a Very Happy, Healthy and Prosperous New Year 2014!

Cheers,
Sarav

Boyfriend or Uncle – The Trouble

Slowly Ritesh’s tummy grew as much as his beard and sorrows grew. His girlfriend Sahana was irritated because of this, so she called him on his phone and urged him to join her in the park. He knew that she called him to join her for jogging. So he prepared himself for the jog. He wore a green-colored kurta, tucked into ash-colored pant and in his newly bought Reebok shoe, he was hoping to sweep her off the feet at first sight and left to park.

“Hello dear. I am planning to join you daily.” He said smiling.

“Good for you and your tummy.” She said.

“By the way, you look very beautiful today.” He tried to change the conversation. She smiled. And the conversation went into different roots.

Suddenly she heard a voice from behind, “Sister, time please!” She turned back, looked at him and said, “Sorry little brother. I don’t have a watch.”

Ritesh jumped into the conversation and said, “Time is half-past-seven.”

The little boy said, “Thank you Uncle. Bye Sister” and he continued jogging.

Uncle, his face became dull. His confidence shattered. He sat in a chair put in the park. Sahana sat next to him, “How many times I have to tell you that you look aged?”

Tears accumulated in his eyes. He was just twenty-two, single and a great fan of Hrithik Roshan. She sat silent for a minute, and then she added, “You look old, very old, and just like an uncle. You know what I hate that unclean stubble and your big tummy. Get rid of it soon, or else we have to break-up. I do not want to live my life with an uncle.” She said and left the park angrily.

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The Dancer

Rajiv with his friends went to dance club to celebrate his birthday. Just like every other Saturday night, he returned home with a long face, tired and lost, while his friends had good time. This time being his birthday, he thought things would change, and he would find a girl to dance with, but it just did not happen. His friends called him a loser. And he felt the same.

Mom, am I looking good? He asked, almost crying.

“You are a dashing star, but” She paused, looked away from him and then, she added, “I hate that unclean stubble of yours. It doesn’t suit you.”

Mom, I like this beard look. He looked into her eyes, observed her Mom’s unsaid words, and changed his mind. His razor did the job in fifteen minutes.

And that Saturday night, he went with his friends again to the same dance club. He covered his face with a long hat, waited for the clock to hit twelve. He whistled, jumped inside the crowd and performed moonwalk.

Everybody clapped. He threw his hat down, and danced to the beats DJ played. The clapping sound increased. A few girls came and danced along with him. His friends stood jaw-dropped. One of his friend said, “What a talent he is” and the rest added a couple of words to complete the sentence, “Man, what a talent. His clean shaven look cleaned bowled girls over.”

He became popular that night. And from that night, people spotted Rajiv clean-shaved, which boosted his confidence and his talent got him the limelight he deserved.

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Rockstar - VIII

Chapter: Kahani me twist

“I am too tired to drive. Shall we start in the morning, maybe by ten or eleven?” Rahul asked Ramya and Sahana. Ramya whispered in Sahana’s ears. Sahana whispered back and laughed.

“What? Why both of you are laughing?”

They both laughed again. “We are devising a methodology to rape you. Please wait.” Ramya whispered again into Sahana’s ears.

“I believe his clean shaven look bowled me over. Or maybe his singing or his looks or his…” Ramya giggled. Then she said, “I am in love with you Rahul!”

“But I am in love with this silent killer…her character, patience, eyes, voice and everything that makes her the girl she is. I love you so much Sahana!” Rahul went down on one knee. Sahana was surprised because even she thought that he would fall for Ramya – the peacock eyed beauty – the heart-breaking machine.

“Stop kidding Rahul.” Ramya burst out in frustration.

“I am serious Ramya. I am in love with Sahana.” Rahul said.

“Be serious Rahul.” Ramya had tears in her eyes.

“Ramya, I always saw you as my close friend. I never crossed that limit. But the love I developed with Sahana is…” Before Rahul could complete, Ramya jumped out the window of the room.

Rahul and Sahana rushed to the lift, only to find that it was not working. They ran down the stairs from the seventh floor to the reception, and then out of the hotel, only to see Ramya lying unconscious bleeding to death. Rahul carried her in hands to nearby hospital. She was admitted in ICU in critical condition.

Twenty hours later, doctors confirmed that Ramya is no more. Rahul and Sahana informed Ramya’s parents about her death. They broke down. Rahul drove Sahana and Ramya’s corpse to Chennai, where her funeral took place.

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Rockstar - VII

Chapter: Concert

By the time, they reached the hotel, Ramya and Sahana was in deep sleep. Rahul tried to wake them up and half succeeded, as Sahana woke up. With the help of her, he moved the luggage to room and he himself lifted Ramya in his arms, and helped her to room.

“Thank you Sweetheart,” Ramya murmured in half sleep, cutting her short, and Sahana said, “We will come to the concert. Go and get some sleep.” Her voice clearly conveyed her angriness.

Rahul joined his team in the stadium, slept for a couple of hours, and then he started playing his guitar. He sounded so divine and the team practised all day.

“Hey what’s that on your face?” Rahul asked one of his teammates Samar.

“Five O’clock Shadow dude…it’s rocking no?” Samar asked excited.

“Dude, I hate that unclean stubble. Go get rid of it before the show.” Rahul yelled at Samar and his face became small. He had no choice as his teammates gave him two choices – either clean-shave or leave.

“All set to rock the evening.” Rahul said. His teammates clapped. Sahana and Ramya joined them as well.

“Hey hero good luck!” Ramya said hugging him tight.

Sahana stretched her hands and said, “I know you will rock!” He hugged her tight. She moved out of his hold smiling.

The show started at around seven in the evening and as expected they rocked!

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Indian General Elections 2014

Christmas break was a much-needed one, especially for people working in foreign countries, as it helps to connect with family and friends back in home country. I was glad that I could get a breather in the name of year-end break. And that was when this write-up was born – chitchat with one of my close friends on Skype.

“Hello Akhil!” I was fully excited.

“Hello Sid! How are you and your family?”

“Isha and I are doing great.” Isha peeped into the mobile screen and greeted him and his family. He and his wife greeted her back.

“How are you, your wife and your precious angel?” I asked hurriedly, as if the whole world was going to end the next moment.

“All are doing great. I am having much fun, as my precious angel is three months old now. I am enjoying it dude.” The excitement of fathering an angel was clearly seen in his eyes.

“Great to hear that Akhil, I am sure you will have more fun in the coming days.”

“What’s the matter hero? Nowadays, I am reading more posts on being a great daddy. Do you have any good news?” He said, as if he wants me to join his club. I personally like, too.

“No dude. I am just writing whatever that strikes my mind.” I said looking into his eyes. He giggled.

“450 posts…out of that, ten would be useful for the society, rest all are just love stories. You kill the hero, the heroine, or both and sometimes, a different story altogether. Either you win a voucher from FlipKart, eBay or Book My Show or at times, you win some goodies. I still await your post on politics. Get out the real writer hiding in you – the raw writer, whom I first read in his Tamil Political Blog.” He inspired me always. In fact, it was his idea to write a Tamil political blog, which I eventually deleted because of dozen reasons.

“I wish Akhil. I wish to write such posts again. But what is the use? Do you think I can reach people?” I urged.

“Can’t we inspire and mobilize India's youth to vote in the Indian General Elections 2014?” He demanded an answer.

“I have had enough. And you know that dude. I believe it is better not to write in that area again.” I whispered. His cute angel started crying, so his wife went inside the bedroom. After that, I added, “But we can inspire and mobilize India’s youth to vote using social media, especially the apps.”

“But without spamming…” He added, I acknowledged with a simple smile.

“We can use social networks like Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, and Blogger for reaching maximum people and WeChat, Whatsapp, Blackberry Messenger, Viber, Skype for contacting people.” I said.

He said putting his tongue out, “Two decades back, we just had BSNL Land phones.”

“I agree dude. That’s the power of the social media and social mobile apps.” I said.

“Okay. Let’s create a group, a list and a board called ‘General Elections 2014’ and target the youth crowd in our city and state. Let’s create awareness first.”

“Good…then we can connect using WeChat or Whatsapp using their details. Am I right?” He asked, as if he wants to create a group right away.

“No. First, we have to reach our college mates for help. We need to form a team. Then, we can target the crowd, teaching them the importance of voting in General Elections 2014. Then based on their interest, we can collect the contact details and connect.

We can set targets.

• First is to get a voter id for each individual.
• If they have a voter id already, check if their name is listed in Electoral rolls.
• If listed in the Electoral rolls, then verify the details.
• If not, enroll to become a voter.
• Why should one vote in General Elections 2014?
• Election Commission of India Updates and Reminders

If we can achieve these targets before the end of Feb’14, I am sure that we can see a positive change.”

“That should be cool. I have a doubt: Shall we use a Hashtag?” Akhil asked, curiously. I nodded my head, and he said, “#VoteForIndia”

“Then we can use Twitter and Facebook alone to spread the awareness. What is the use of WeChat, Whatsapp or Blackberry Messenger? I mean the social mobile apps.” He gave a smile.

“According to a recent survey, 867,800,000 people out of 1,220,800,359, use mobile phones in India, which is approximately 70%. That is why we need mobile apps, which gives the power of connecting people in India. Be it WeChat, Whatsapp, Blackberry Messenger or whatever; use it to the fullest to connect with people. Because we lose when we fail to cannot with people effectively. Moreover, we need to use these apps wisely to connect and address concerns.” I stared for a minute and then added, “We need to create Expert Groups. Say, one expert group to clarify any queries that comes in case of registering a voter id, one expert group to help in listing in Electoral rolls, one to address general concerns, one to send updates of Election Commission of India, one to send reminders. Likewise, we can create a decent number of expert groups with corresponding QR code.” I said in a confident tone.

“Do you think we both can handle all these groups?” He gave a puzzled look.

“We can’t. We two have to reach twenty of our friends and form expert groups, twenty expert groups to two hundred, and to two million.” I said.

“Okay. But…but…we can reach our state. How can we reach the entire nation?”

“Let us reach our state first. I have friends: Arvind Passey, Ekta, Leo, Cifar and many are there, who can help us to inspire and mobilize the whole of India to vote in General Elections 2014.”

“Good. But which party are we supporting, Congress, BJP or AAP?”

“What is the need to support a party? Let’s not influence people who trust us. Let’s inspire and spread the awareness of voting and the power it gives to the individual.” I said confidently.

“That’s awesome Sid! Anyway, let me create a group on Facebook, list on Twitter and Pin Board on Pinterest and let you know the links.”

“I will take care of mobilizing using WeChat, Whatsapp, and Blackberry Messenger to our friends.” I said, smiling.

“Great! I hope for a positive change.” He said.

“Our dream is to make all the people of India to Vote in General Elections 2014.” We said in unison.

“Let’s inspire and mobilize all of India and make them Proud to be a Voter! Jai Ho!” I said loudly, as if the entire nation could hear me. I was glad that I spoke to him on Skype.

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— Someone is Special (@FewMiles) December 30, 2013

#450 – Write

Write, when you are happy
Write, when you are sad
Write, when you are free
Write, when you are busy

Write, when you want to express the tears of joy
Write, when you want to shed tears
Write, when you want to live in your future
Write, when you want to forget the past

Write, when you are excited
Write, when you are frustrated
Write, when you are well
Write, when you are sick

Write, when you want to appreciate your friend
Write, when you want to scold your enemy
Write, when you want to pass
Write, when you want to fail

Write, when you are feeling high
Write, when you are feeling blue
Write, when you are able to write
Write, when you are unable to write

Write, when you want to celebrate
Write, when you want to lament
Write, when you want to be yourself
Write, when you want to be anonymous

Write, when you fall in love
Write, when you breakup
Write, when you dream
Write, when you live

Write, when you read
Write, when you write
Write, write and write,
Until your last breath!

Writer’s block…I was unable to do write properly from the start of this year. I thought writing 50 posts in 2013 is going to be tough. I gave up, almost. That was when I read about BlogAdda’s P.A.U.S activity. I liked the concept. I started writing. And see, what has happened now. Not just 50, I am sure of writing 75 posts this year. I am happy to be back. I am glad I dragged my friends in (Ayushi and Simran was facing the same problem.), and this activity helped them as well.

450 posts in 4 years, 2 months and 10 days, which is something I am proud about. The journey is a mix of ups and downs, smiles and tears, still a sweet one and without Few Miles, I am nothing. Today, I am glad to have published two of my short stories - 'The Last Date’ & ‘120 Minutes’ in anthologies. I wish that in near future or before I turn 30, to publish my first novel. Stay with me my dear readers, friends and well-wishers.

Thank you all! Let's celebrate!

#449 – Stubble Trouble – Group Discussion

Sid introduced himself before addressing the rookies. He wrote the agenda of the day on the board, then looked at the rookies, and asked them to divide into a batch of six people for group discussion activity. Confusion prevailed, so he divided the groups and allocated each group a topic and supervisors.

“Stubble Trouble – let’s start the discussion – one person at a time.” Sid said.

“Good morning! I am Arphita. We live in a society, where a man’s moustache shows manliness. But I hate that unclean stubble and moustache. I feel men look better without it.”

“Hello. This is Sahana. I second Arphita.”

“Sarav here…I feel moustache is the mirror of heart. Stubble makes a man genius.”

“I, Ram, second Sarav.”

“I am Vidhya. I oppose what Sarav said. Stubble free face shines amongst others. It shows that they are clean inside.”

“I second Vidhya. Look at me. I look cool in my clean-shaven look. By the way, I am Remo.” Arphita and Vidhya giggled. Sid warned them.

“Consider Buddha, his preaching, his posture, his look…his clean face reflects his clean heart.” Vidhya said waving her hands. Arphita acknowledged, “I strongly agree.” Remo, too, acknowledged with his smile.

The discussion heated up as Sarav, Vidhya, Arphita and Ram fought with words. Sid interfered, “Time up. Sarav summarize.”

“The topic is Stubble Trouble. Arphita, Sahana, Vidhya, and Remo spoke in favour of the topic. They supported it well with awesome statistics. Ram and I spoke against the topic, and after a couple of intense arguments, Ram changed his view and I became the lonely warrior. Overall, this was a healthy discussion, and I understand, that, we live in a century, where a clean-shaven man wins hands down.”

Everybody clapped. Sid picked Sarav and Vidhya as winners and awarded them pen set.

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Rockstar - VI

Chapter: Chatterbox

After a half-an-hour break, they started to Bangalore. Ramya sat in the front seat, as Sahana slept comfortably in the back seat.

“You look damn smart!” Ramya said to Rahul.

“Thank you dear!” Rahul said

“To say the truth, you are damn sexy. I feel like kissing you.” Ramya came close to Rahul and implanted a kiss on his cheeks.

“Yet another girl kissed the Rockstar.” He put his tongue out, but deep inside his heart, he was happy as his clean shaven look bowled her over.

“Yet another girl? What’s the count?” Ramya asked curiously.

“I think close to one thousand. Maybe more, or may not be…” Rahul chuckled.

Ramya burned in anger. “One thousand girls…and you are saying maybe more. Uff!” After a short pause, she added, “How many girls have you slept with?”

“I haven’t slept with any woman. Trust me. I am still a virgin. Those one thousand girls is the count from my childhood and most of them are aunties and my fans.” He said, she stared at him, and he added more spice to it. “I am still an eligible bachelor.”

“I believe you.” She said rolling her eyes.

“Trust me Ramya. I am not a person who sleeps with all the girls. I am still waiting for my angel. I wish to find her soon.” The honesty in his words reflected in the eyes.

“I trust you.” She said. And the chat continued till she slept.

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Stubble Trouble - The Game

“Let’s put our hands together to welcome the winner of G-Game Awards!” said the host, Shivani of G-Game Awards.

Sid entered into the arena, walked past the audience, stopped in VIP Section, hugged the CEO of G-Game Awards and went up the stairs. Everybody clapped. Shivani said, “Please share a few words about the award, the source of inspiration for creating a fantastic android game and its success story. The stage is all yours!”

He stood in front of the dais, and said, “Thank you Shivani.” He cleared his throat and added, “I thank Mr Sharath, the CEO of G-Game Awards, for this initiative. It encourages young app developers like me to give that extra effort to achieve. I thank my parents for supporting me endlessly. Last but not the least I would like to thank my first crush. Hadn’t she rejected me for that stubble, this would not have happened. She is the source of inspiration for creating this android game; a simple game that features a man with stubble and a woman with a razor, and yet it topped the list in the number of downloads this year and got me this award.”

“Thank you Sid. You are a true inspiration to all youngsters. By the way, do you like stubble?” Shivani asked, smiling.

“Well… I hate that unclean stubble.” He said with a sharp smile

“Do you think you first crush will watch this award ceremony?” Shivani asked mischievously.

“Of course, she will.”

“Wow! But how do you know that?”

“Because she is my girlfriend now,” He blushed, as his clean-shaven look bowled her over and made her change the decision, and from that day, he clean-shaved daily.

“Get rid of the stubble guys. Your life will shine like your face.” He said and left the arena.

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Rockstar - V

Chapter: The Travel

“What’s the time now?” Ramya asked, angrily.

“Well…my watch is not working. I am sorry.” Rahul said, as usual, carelessly.

“You dog, cat, rat…We’ve been waiting here for the past ten minutes. Don’t you know it is unsafe for girls to wait outside at night?” Ramya frowned at Rahul.

Rahul opened the car door, went to Ramya and hugged her. “Sorry babe. I was buying gifts for Sahana and you.”

Sahana cooled down. Sahana and Ramya got into car smiling. Rahul gifted chocolate boxes, t-shirts of his band and hats to Ramya and Sahana. They thanked him.

“At what time we will be reaching Bangalore.” Sahana asked in a husky voice.

“We should reach Bangalore by two or three in the morning. I have booked a room in a five star hotel close to the concert stadium.”

“Only one room,” Sahana small eyes bulged bigger and her hands shivered.

“Yes, only one room. What’s the problem?” Rahul gave a quizzical smile.

“How can we stay with a guy?” Sahana asked literally having tears in her eyes.

“Chill babe. I am not going to hit on you guys.” Rahul bit his lips.

“But,” Sahana said, cutting her short, Ramya said, “We are okay. Anyway make sure you are not raped by us.”

Rahul burst into laughter and said, “I booked that room for you. I have a dedicated room in the stadium.” He put his tongue out.

Sahana looked at him, as if she wants to have him for dinner again. Ramya whispered in Rahul ears that his clean shaven looked bowled her over. And they both laughed at Sahana and she buried her face inside the t-shirt blushing, as she was caught. By that time, they reached Vellore Bus Depot, and Rahul stopped the car for the loo break.

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A Friend for Life!

There is this beautiful saying in Tamil, “உன் நண்பன் யார் என்று சொல். நீ யாரென்று சொல்கிறேன்.” Literal translation in English is, “Tell me who your friend is. I‘ll tell you who you are!” That I second. I was lucky enough to find a pearl in my life, while chatting anonymously on a chatting website.

[TheRock_ -> Queen of Hearts]: “Heya!”
[Queen of Hearts -> TheRock_]: “Hello!”
[TheRock_ -> Queen of Hearts]: How was your day?
[Queen of Hearts -> TheRock_]: Good. Where are you from?
[TheRock_ -> Queen of Hearts]: I am from India. Currently, I am living in London.What about you?
[Queen of Hearts -> TheRock_]: Wow! London. I am from India.

Her chat tone changed. In less than ten minutes, she became comfortable in chatting with me. And she added me on gTalk.

Sahana: Hellow
me: Thanks for the add.
Sahana: I am glad to find a good person. What’s the time now?
me: The time is quarter past one in the morning. I guess it is half past five in India.
Sahana: Yesh!

The chat continued until mid-day. I was glad to find someone with whom I could chat for hours. She was happy, as she found a good friend. :P Life suddenly started to blossom like a sunflower. We chatted almost all day. Sooner, we became thick friends. We trusted each other blindly and shared all secrets between us.

We were everywhere – gTalk, Facebook, Twitter, Whatsapp and Skype. We chatted on gTalk during the daytime, or at times on Facebook, posted (spammed) on each other wall, Retweeted or mentioned the other, and when the fingers needed a break, we talked on Skype, and played guessing game on Whatsapp before going to sleep; a game that could be played only by Sid and Sahana. She sent random words to me to guess what made her type that. Or a synonym to her word, not exactly though.

Sid: This is just an imagination. I am feeling like you are here, sitting next to me. Okay?
Sahana: Weird imagination, okay.
Sid: You need to feel this or else this will be just texts.
Sahana: Ohw
Sid: Hmmm
Sahana: Hah!
Sid: Hmmm
Sid: Pink?
Sahana: Pink for?
Sid: That's the game
Sid: For?
Sahana: I am asking you
Sahana: You said pink
Sid: I'll say a word. You have to reply the first word that strikes on your mind after reading it.
Sahana: Ohw start
Sahana: Okay I will start.
Sahana: Butterflies
Sid: Hope
Sahana: Train
Sid: Journey
Sahana: You are slow
Sid: Yes
Sahana: Wait
Sid: Okay
Sahana: First, you ask
Sid: Okay
Sahana: Then when you end, I’ll ask
Sid: Okay
Sid: Rain
Sahana: Drops
Sid: Sweet
Sahana: Nothings
Sid: Night
Sahana: Wondrous
Sid: Earth
Sahana: Shadow
Sid: Maa
Sahana: Mumzee
Sid: Books
Sahana: First love
Sid: Love
Sahana: Illusion
Sid: Ha-ha life?
Sahana: Inexplicable!
Sid: Sid
Sahana: Pshyco
Sahana: :P
Sid: I expected
Sahana: Ha-ha
Sahana: My turn?
Sid: Okay, Queen of Hearts!
Sahana: Drama
Sid: Dreams
Sahana: Wild
Sid: Tiger
Sahana: Coffee
Sid: Love
Sahana: Blank
Sid: You
Sahana: Hopeless
Sid: I
Sahana: Toing toing
Sid: Below mellow hellow
Sahana: Yellow fellow
Sahana: Below
Sahana: Shallow
Sid: I'm wearing yellow
Sahana: Dirty fellow
Sahana: Yellow
Sahana: Pink
Sid: Blush
Sahana: Surrender
Sid: In love
Sahana: Maybelline
Sid: Yes
Sahana: In love?
Sid: With ma dream girl

We eventually became close friends for life and, lived together in virtual world. On a Thursday afternoon, I was working from home, she came online on gTalk after a weeklong preparation for her exams.

Sahana: Hellow Yellow!
me: Online? Have you done with your preparation for exams?
Sahana: Nope. I was bored at home. I am alone.
me: Okay
Sahana: Let’s do something weird :D
me: I am ready. Tell me.
Sahana: You first or me
me: Always you
Sahana: Make a random yahoo id
Enter a random chat room
Talk to a girl
Then block her :D
Don’t reveal your identity of course ;-)
me: Why this kolaveri di?
Sahana: Array Fun :D
Doing something weird :D
me: Why to create yahoo ids? There are many chat rooms available.
Sahana: And later we'll laugh on this, few years later :D
me: I will do
Sahana: How :O
I know yahoo chat rooms only.
me: There are many chat rooms available, just enter into them, and you can meet thousands of people who love to chat under the belt.
Sahana: Talk to a total Random Person :D
me: Okay
Sahana: :O
Yahoo chats were so clean before.
Now it's all yuck yuck
me: No place is clean now, minds are contaminated
Sahana: yes
Let’s skip
If you were here, I'd told you to talk to a total random stranger on road :D
me: I love to do such things.
Sahana: Sometimes it's fun to talk to a stranger :D
me: Yes, I agree..
Okay, shall we modify the game?
Truth or dare?
Sahana: Sure
Wonderful! I love to make you do this first.
Okay
Sahana: Truth or dare?
me: Dare
Sahana: Go out of your room, and shout, “I am a mad man!” Record in your phone and email me. You have five minutes to do this activity. Go…go…
me: Done. Please check your inbox.

Sahana: Sweet!
me: Truth or dare?
Sahana: Dare dare
me: I am telling you. If you choose dare, then I would make you mad on Facebook or Twitter.
Sahana: :O
Sahana: LOL Twitter please
me: Tweet the words in quote, "I'm playing truth or dare game with one of my close friends. I need 5 RT’s to win the round one"
And your five minutes starts now.
Sahana: I hate you!
:X
me: That’s okay.
Sahana: for this dare :P
me: Time is running
Sahana: You're cruel
No one will RT
me: Friends will. Do now.
Sahana: I lost my Twitter a/c :(
me: he he he…do it now.
Sahana: You've to retweet :D
me: I will
Sahana: Check check… Already four RT’s in two minutes.

Sahana: Yay, I win!
Now my chance: What’s the longest you’ve gone without taking a bath?
me: 8 days
Sahana: Really?
me: Yes, when I had chicken pox.
Sahana: Ohw
me: Okay, Truth or dare?
Sahana: Truth
me: Are you in love?
Sahana: No, I'm not in love :D
me: Okay
Sahana: Truth or dare?
me: Dare.
Sahana: I would have made you do something weird, but I cannot :P
me: Why?
Sahana: Because you don’t have lipstick :-/
me: I have one
Sahana: Wear then.
me: okay
Strawberry or vanilla?
Sahana: Strawberry
Apply heavily, click picture and send. :P
me: Okay doing
Sahana: Heavily okay
me: Done
Check email

Sahana: muhaha :D
LOL Lipstick is looking good on you.
me: Thanks. Truth or dare?
Sahana: Dare.
me: Apply dark maroon colour nail polish, click a picture and send. (PS: On your toes and fingers)
Email in five minutes
Sahana: This is tough
me: don't lose the game
Sahana: :-/
I have to clean my favourite pink then.
me: I know.. I know…
Sahana: Hah!
Done!

me: ha-ha ha-ha
Great!
Sahana: :x
Truth or dare?
me: Truth
Sahana: What is on your mind right now?
:o
me: Hmm thinking of next question for you :P
Sahana: LOL
me: Truth na..
Sahana: cruel
me: I like it :P
Truth or dare?
Sahana: Truth
me: What is the strangest dream you've ever had?
bolo bolo
Sahana: Déjà vu…once I had a dream like that I am in the world of demons, where they tie my hands, and ask my choice of dying. I can either jump from the mountain or die in their hands, I preferred to jump and I jumped and landed in my bed.
me: LOL
Sahana: Lipstick boy :P
me: aye
Sahana: :P
Btw, what happened to your hair ?
Unruly and messy hairdo?
me: Ohw, I'm working from home…
Sahana: Your favourite heroine proposes you and one of your close friends proposes you, whom will you choose?
me: My close friend :D
Truth or dare?
Sahana: Dare!
me: Get up, go to bathroom, apply soap on your face, click the picture and send.
Sahana: This is tough :X
I am lazy.
me: Don’t lose my close friend :D
Sahana: Done.
me: Aww! Cute! Are you using dove soap? I could see a white bar on the hand basin.
Sahana: Yes, Dove is the secret of my beauty :D
me: Ohw Okay, my dear angel! My favorite soap :P
Sahana: Truth or dare?
me: Dare!
Sahana: Grow a coconut tree on your head :P
me: What?
Sahana: I meant your hairstyle!
me: Got it.
Done. Check your email.

Sahana: UGH!
There?
Sick of this internet.
Have someone chew some gum and then chew it yourself.
TRY this :P
Hellow yellow!

My internet connection disconnected. This is one of the many instances, when we lived like a kid, without caring much about the world around us. And this madness continues till today, and that’s why she is the BEST FRIEND for LIFE!

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Rockstar - IV

Chapter: Concert

“Ms Virgin, I am going to perform in a live concert in Bangalore tomorrow. Do you like to join?”

Ramya looked at Sahana and asked, “Are you coming with us?”

Rahul replied to Ramya, “She said okay already.”

“What? Are you sure?” Ramya said.

“Yes Ramya. Sahana is performing with me.” Rahul said.

Ramya was shocked and upset. “But you never said this to me!” A teardrop fell from her left eye, “You guys cheated me. Okay, I am not coming.” She stared at Sahana angrily.

“Chill babe. It’s a lie. I met her in canteen this morning. I asked if both of you are willing to join. She said okay if you are coming. Nothing else happened. I just tried to pull your legs.”

Sahana laughed, I too, and Ramya smiled with tears in her eyes. “Okay, let’s meet tonight at 10 PM outside our hostel. We will fly in my car.” Rahul said.

“Okay. But I am not coming.” Ramya said. Rahul gave a quizzical smile. “I am not coming with an old man.” Ramya added.

“Oh…that stubble? I was bit busy practising for the concert.”

She still gave that look. “You know right I hate that unclean stubble…then?” After a pause Rahul added, “Okay…okay, I am going to salon now.”

Her lips curved a little and then yes. Sahana said, “Okay hero. Let’s meet at 10 PM”

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Rockstar - III

Chapter: Friends

“Okay, let’s be friends.” Rahul said to Ramya and Sahana. Sahana smiled, Ramya replied, “Friends right? Then buy us ice-creams.” *Tongue out*

“Sure. Let’s go to canteen then.”

“No canteen business Rahul. Let’s go to Shona." (A famous ice cream parlour in Chennai)

“Okay, let’s go then.” He drove the car to Shona. Ramya sat in the front seat, while Sahana sat in the back seat. Her long face told that she is upset of Ramya. So to cheer up, Rahul asked, “What’s your favourite flavour Sweetie…Sahana?”

Her face lit up by a smile from his heart. “My…” Sahana said, Ramya, cutting her short, and said, “She does not have any favourite flavour and all. She will any eat anything.”

“And you?”

“I love strawberry. You know why, it looks like my lips. In college, my classmates call me strawberry lips.” She narrated a short bio of her lips and hips, which was cut short by a car that buzzed away in the intersection. Luckily, Rahul applied the brake at the right time.

After a minute of silence, Ramya asked, “Do you like moustache?"

“Nah, I hate moustache. In fact, I hate that unclean stubble.”

“Oh, okay. I like clean men!” Ramya said. *Tongue out*

By that time, they reached Shona. “Order please!” Rahul said looking into Sahana’s eyes.

“Butterscotch,” Sahana said, turning to Ramya, Rahul asked, “Strawberry for Ms Strawberry lips right?”

“Of course strawberry, for the most beautiful girl here,” Ramya replied, and he ordered.

“Am I right? Ms no?” Sahana laughed closing her lips. She looked cute.

“Hehe I am still a virgin.” Ramya Said. He laughed as everybody there heard what she said, which she realised a bit later, after everybody looked at her in a different way. And from then they became good friends.

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Rockstar - II

Chapter: Introduction

“He is super cute.” Sahana said to Ramya.

“Those flat six-pack aps, those broad muscled arms, that dimpled cheeks, those childlike cute pair of eyes, and his clean shaven look bowled me over completely…he is my dream boy.” Ramya said.

“Hello… I too like him. Let’s see to whom he is going to fall in love. Till then, he is a public property.” Sahana and Ramya, the most beautiful girls of the college, fought with each other for a place in Rahul’s heart.

Rahul, a guitarist, the heartthrob of the college having six-packs, and dimpled cheeks, met Sahana and Ramya, his college juniors, in the park when they were fighting with each other for him.

“Hi… By the way, I am Rahul.”
“Hi, I am Sahana. I am Ramya…Ramya, I am a good singer,” they said nervously.
“Come let’s jog.” He said. They joined him.
“How is it going?”

“Sir, you are an amazing singer. Sir, actually, I like you so much!” Sahana said, her lips curved, and she blushed.

“Rahul, I saw you playing guitar. You are just amazing. I have fallen in love with you.” Ramya shot like a fully loaded pistol.

“Uff… Now, I have to add two more girls to the list. I am sick of this.” Rahul said.

“Sir…” Sahana tried to speak, and Ramya said, “Chill senior. Let’s be friends first. Shall we?”

He stretched his hand to handshake with her, and then to Sahana. They continued to jog, as they spoke about their school life, likes, dislikes, etc., and they left the park after the jogging session.

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Rockstar - I

Chapter: Memories

“Sir, we lost the deal.” H

Chapter: Memories

“Sir, we lost the deal.” His PA said to Rahul. Rahul raised his head up, his eyes filled with tears, and he scratched his beard and said, “That’s not new for us.”

“Sir, I am quitting my job.”

“But, this is new to me,” Rahul hugged him for one last time, after which his PA left the office thanking him for all good that he has done so far.

“Maybe, I am born to lose.” Rahul said to himself. He puts his coat on and walked to his favourite bar, where he was welcomed by the barman. He sat on one of the high stools, and ordered a whisky shot. The barman brought him his favourite whisky brand on the rocks. He thanked him. Sipping it little by little, he travelled down his memory lane. All old golden memories flashed before his eyes – his college days, his six-pack body, and the clean-shaven look and of course, Ramya and Sahana. He smiled and signalled the barman to repeat the order. This happened for ten times, by that time the bar was closed, so he was asked to leave.

Walking on the way back to his home, he saw the park where he spent most of his life, and so he went inside the park and sat on the same bench he used to sit in his college days. He scratched his beard and said, “I hate this unclean stubble. I should get a clean shaven look soon.”

He looked all over the park, “Memories!” He said to himself and slipped into it.

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is PA said to Rahul. Rahul raised his head up, his eyes filled with tears, and he scratched his beard and said, “That’s not new for us.”

“Sir, I am quitting my job.”

“But, this is new to me,” Rahul hugged him for one last time, after which his PA left the office thanking him for all good that he has done so far.

“Maybe, I am born to lose.” Rahul said to himself. He puts his coat on and walked to his favourite bar, where he was welcomed by the barman. He sat on one of the high stools, and ordered a whisky shot. The barman brought him his favourite whisky brand on the rocks. He thanked him. Sipping it little by little, he travelled down his memory lane. All old golden memories flashed before his eyes – his college days, his six-pack body, and the clean-shaven look and of course, Ramya and Sahana. He smiled and signalled the barman to repeat the order. This happened for ten times, by that time the bar was closed, so he was asked to leave.

Walking on the way back to his home, he saw the park where he spent most of his life, and so he went inside the park and sat on the same bench he used to sit in his college days. He scratched his beard and said, “I hate this unclean stubble. I should get a clean shaven look soon.”

He looked all over the park, “Memories!” He said to himself and slipped into it.

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The Dad's Girl

His dream is to spend each minute with his newly born baby girl. He likes to play with her, to hold her in his arms, to kiss her cheeks, and watch her cute expressions, but his job did not give him many chances. And whenever he got a chance, all that happened is that his baby was pulling his long beard. Everybody in his home thought that the baby likes the beard, so he started growing his beard longer hoping his baby would play pulling his beard. And his baby too did the same.

The days rolled along. His baby girl grew faster than he expected, and she started speaking. “Kuthu Kuthu” (Hit Hit), she said to him. He assumed that his baby likes to hit him, so he grabbed her hands and started hitting his cheeks, and this continued forever. She either pulled his beard or said those words whenever possible.

She grew faster. Just a day before her sixteenth birthday, she wrote,

“Dear Diary,

I am turning sixteen tomorrow. I have a long list of wishes this time too. Hope it will come true soon.

• I know papa likes his very long beard a lot. But I hate that unclean stubble. I have said this to papa many times during my kindergarten days, but he did not understand. After realising that he likes his beard a lot, I stopped saying it, as he is the sweetest dad in the world. I wish, at least for this birthday, he should get a clean-shaven look."

She listed sixteen wishes in her diary before she fell asleep.

In the morning:
“Happy Birthday Sweetie…”
“Oh my daddy, you look so smart today,” she exclaims. He smiles, that at least, after sixteen years, he could realise the reason for pulling his beard.

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A day with Tablet! #betterway

Life of IT Professional with a Tablet is like tablets to sugar patients. It is mandatory to consume one daily. Otherwise, you may end up paying a huge price. I am not an exception to deny Tablet in my life, as my day starts with the smart alarm set in my Tablet. Though it is hard to get up early in the morning in this part of the world, still my smart alarm makes sure that I am off bed within ten minutes of the actual alarm time. There is a secret behind those ten minutes.

Can you guess? The secret is the struggle to reach the Tablet, and then switching it off. I wished turning off alarm is handled in a #betterway. Maybe, a voice command could have made life easier.

Being a music lover, the first thing I do after waking up is to switch on the music player. I had created exclusive playlists for each day of the week comprising of my favourite songs. Usually, I go on with it, but sometimes I may switch between playlists, according to the swing of my mood. And that’s where the struggle is. Maybe a #betterway of handling the Tablet (if it can stand on its own) could have made mornings better.

After a refreshing warm bathe, I offer prayer to God. Then I sit down to have my breakfast as well as check updates on social networks. Sometimes…nah, most of the times, my wife scolds me for either dropping the Tablet or spilling milk from the bowl, while I immerse myself on social networks. Maybe a #betterway of holding the Tablet (if I can hold easily) could have made breakfast time merrier.

And that’s when my smart alarm reminds that all I have is ten minutes to get ready and rush otherwise I would miss my bus. I slip into a thermal wear first, and then I put my pants on, belt and shirt to follow, and finally the winter clothes. Mobile phones inside the pocket, Tablet on one hand, and grabbing the tiffin box bag from my wife, I run to bus stop, only to see the bus leaving the bus stop. I hasten my steps, if am lucky, I would get in. Otherwise, I would wait for the next. Whatever happens, either inside the bus or in the bus stop, I take a corner seat to read news. Maybe a #betterway of viewing a Tablet (if I can adjust the angle) could have made the reading experience better.

I intend not to use my personal Tablet at office. But at times, I have to prepare presentations during the travel, or to send emails after a meeting, for which, I use my Tablet. It is quite handy, but the real issue is the touch screen. All unwanted items pop up while working, which irritates a lot. Maybe a #betterway to view the Tablet (if I can hold it tight) could have made meetings tensionless.

I prefer to watch videos during lunchtime. But holding the Tablet and having my lunch is always a headache. Maybe a #betterway to stand the Tablet could have made lunch pleasant.

On the way back home, I either browse online or play games (Angry Birds or any Car Race), but the problem is placing the Tablet at a good angle, which is always a reason for losing car races. Maybe, if the design is made in a #betterway (to place the Tablet on lap) could have made me a clear winner.

Generally, I prefer to have a coffee after reaching home and then I speak on Skype with the sweetest cutest selfless soul in the world – Ma. Usually, I speak for twenty to thirty minutes, but on certain days, we may speak up to an hour with my parents and in-laws. On such occasions my hand ache like anything, though my wife and I are happy, as we speak a lot with our parents. Maybe a #betterway to hold…nah to stand the Tablet could have made me enjoy the moment.

We have our dinner at around 8 PM. After which, either I read books or write poems. It’s a headache to take the laptop out and type, so I prefer to write using Tablet. At times, when I face writer’s block, I search for the perfect word in my mind for hours, and in the meantime, my Tablet would be running out of battery, which irritates a lot, and typing on Tablet adds the fuel to the irritated heart. There are times, where I have literally thrown the Tablet on the bed, and went to sleep. Maybe a Tablet that could run up to 18 – 20 hours (of battery life) in a day and provide a better touch interaction could have helped me stay in peace. Writing is peace. Love is peace. I want to be in peace, a #betterway to lead a happy life.

Did Lenovo hear me? I think they did or else why did they introduce the world’s first multi-mode Tablet, which is easy to hold like never before, stand anywhere, and tilt like I always wanted to, and has a battery life up to 18 hours?

Yes, A #BETTERWAY IS HERE

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Coffee Date - The End

Chapter: The End!

With just two days left for my travel, I was all set for the US Trip. I packed everything, almost everything I had in the house, so that I could dump them in Krish’s place and leave to US. Just before closing the door, I heard her voice again, this time from the bedroom, “How many times I have to say that I hate that unclean stubble?”

Tears oozed out from my eyes, but somehow I managed to control my emotions, as my brain know that she passed away in a car accident last month, but my idiotic heart is yet fooling itself saying that she is still alive.

Krish came there in his van, with a small curve on his face he asked, “Have you done with packing?”

Again, in tears, I said, “Yes, almost everything is packed, except my memories, which is still living with Isha in this home.”

“Compose yourself Sid. She is just a memory, not your life. Start living your life.” His words irritated me, but I did not say anything in return, as I could understand his care. My lips curved a little. We loaded everything in his van and started to his home.

Once again, I heard her voice from back, “Good luck Sid. I love you and will love you forever.”

If it wasn’t for my unclean stubble, we had a fantastic life. But that does not mean she loved me just because my clean shaven look bowled her over. She loved my heart more with a heart full of love and that’s the reason for my wet eyes. She was the first and perhaps the last one to love me in that way. She will always live in my diary, as my First and Sweet Coffee Date.

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Special Gifts to His Princess

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He woke up to the weeping sounds. He looked around, his wife is sound asleep, and so he got up, walked past the door following the direction of the weeping sound, only to find that his thirteen-year-old child is suffering from menstrual pain.

Why only girls have to suffer this much of pain monthly? Why? God. Only God has to answer. He said to himself. He lay on the sofa in tears, without knowing what to do. Actually, he knows he really cannot do anything about it. His princess is ageing 13, and the next ten years is going to decide her rest of the life. So the special gifts to his princess:

Unconditional Love:
“A Girl’s Best Friend is her Dad.” The utmost care he shows on God’s special gift, the unconditional love towards his princess, is the priceless gift he could bestow on his child.

Quality Education and Career:
To achieve anything and everything in this competitive world, education is the base, which is now available only at high cost, and to harbour her dream of becoming a doctor, is not easy, even if she has good grades. He has forecasted this, when she first took a plastic stethoscope, and listened his heartbeats. That night, he called his friend and gifted a good education policy to her.

Good Health:
“A healthy mind is the healthy body!” Acquiring knowledge is the secret of a healthy mind, but that alone would not suffice. Healthy food, proper diet, clean environment, and a good health insurance policy is must!

Good Life Partner:
For a girl, life restarts on her wedding day, until then she walks holding the safest pair of hands in this world. To give a good start, he needs a special person who can treat his princess a queen, and lots of money to make it grand. He knew this when he first received his angel in his hands, and from that day he saved money and invested in good Children's Marriage Plan.

Unlimited Happiness:
Happiness cannot be measured by any devices in this world. Happiness is a heart-to-heart conversation that can be expressed by a gentle curve on the face that lit up eyes, and the reason could be a small doll, or the biggest of biggest teddy bears, or a gentle hug. Whatever it is, happiness at the cost of everything is the best gift to his princess.

Above all, regardless of the anything in this world, the best gift is the TRUST on his child, irrespective of the situation, because for any relationship, trust is the base, love is the building blocks, and happiness is the most welcomed outcome.

He may not be able to fight with God to rewrite the injustice to Girls, but he can do everything else to keep her princess happy.

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Coffee Date - XIV

PART 13 | PART 14

Chapter: Just married!

It was a simple registered marriage. Krish, Sanitha, Rahul, Ankita were present to sign on our behalf. All of them are my close friends, and only people to know about our relationship. At half past ten in the morning, we met in the registrar office as planned. Since we booked a slot well in advance, there was no much formality left. We exchanged jasmine garlands, and with three knots and two signatures, we became into one, to start a colorful life. After the marriage ceremony, we booked a car (Just Married) to Sri Venkateshwara Perumal Temple, and then to Iskon Temple with our friends. We offered special prayer to God, performed puja for good life and later had food donated by akshayapatra.org

It was a tiring day. But that night was not meant to sleep. It was for the exploration of life under candlelights. It was not a new exploration for us, but the setting was new, the fragrance was new, the flowers were new, and so were Isha and I. We lost in each other’s eyes, lay in each other’s hand, made love passionately. Not only, my clean shaven look bowled her over, but also made her feel loved. And that night became the most special night in our life!

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The Three Musketeers

Ram, Sam and Lon are the three musketeers of Nagavedu – a small village down in the south of Tamil Nadu. They have only one ambition in life, one common dream, which is to marry a fair girl. For that, they tried all the tips and tricks they know and yet they failed 33 times in total, each of them contributing equally. Frustrated three musketeers, without any hope, decided to run away from home. And as decided, they went to Mumbai, where they met Isha, a popular fashion designer, to whom they narrated their story.

“33 is a small number. Actually, 11 each, which is very less compared to my 28. I mean I rejected twenty-eight proposals in the past seven years.” Isha said to them.

“You are a genius madam.” Ram said.

“Thank you. I am not a genius. I am just experienced.” Isha laughed and continued, “The first thing a girl would say after looking at any of you is Are they cavemen?”

All the three put their heads down. Isha smiles, “Don’t feel embarrassed. We are living in an era where girls say I hate that unclean stubble. But what is there on your face is something worse than beard.”

After a short-pause, “You guys aren’t that bad looking. Firstly, we need to work on your outlook, and then I am sure you guys will be a hit!”

Their faces lit up with happiness. Isha groomed them with the help of her team. The new charm worked out well, as each of them got a good job. And in three months, they found a love of their choice. Isha spotted them in either a clean-shaven look or more of a trimmed look with their special ones at different places and they lived happily ever after!

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