Serendipity

Varanasi station was in 2 minutes, train was decelerating. I stood nearby the door, eyed off to the floras outside, for beauty it embraced within. Vista was worth at least saying beautiful, it was foggy and freezing, and enough to thrust over and in my head to believe being on some movie set; heaven scene being filmed.

            Stepped down of the train, walked a few steps on platform number 1, in foggy and freezing ambient day, someone average height, fair skin, hair as black as dark night, a very small mole a little above her upper lips, deer’s eyes, baby’s like innocence, glow on her visage confused me was it full moon at 6 in the morning, and of course feeling short of words to describe her entirely. Her scenic view held me for moments but i ignored, moved on, and grabbed a cup of coffee back on my way to home.

            Serendipitously, time worth for grabbing coffee, did the job at exit door. She fell over I, my head struck the floor, got unconscious for moments due to the sudden jolt. Her polite and too adoring enquiry “Are you ok?” for few seconds, I was unconsciously unable to answer and for few more, intentionally. Intentionally, to feel warmth and freshness of her breathe and alluring fragrance of her body.

            She enquired again “Are you ok?”

I replied” yes, yes, no, no, yes, yes, yes I’m ok”

She: I’m sorry, I’m extremely very sorry

Me: it’s ok, it’s ok

She revealed her name, I told mine

She: so, where are you heading to?

Me:  Sonbhadra, and you

She: first of all to grab a cup coffee, you must come I owe you

Me: no (though I wanted to say yes)

She: please come, else I’ll think you haven’t forgiven me

(That’s a six I was waiting for, and “no” to a beautiful lady, never)

Me: ok, but that wasn’t your fault, not at all

She: and what you doing presently?

Me: en…. engineering and you

Our talks continued for long, and I was getting late for home, so I had to leave that beautiful girl in order to catch bus. But for the golden opportunity like this I let myself free to flow in some more detailed and quality conversation, with the girl of my dreams. Moment latter experienced rowdy crowd behind were shouting on me to get out of the stopped train. Now, I was awake out of my day dreaming, they the fellow passengers made me realize that she, she was really the girl of my dreams.

All incidents are mere fiction and any resemblance to anyone’s life is merely a co-incidence nothing else.

Tryst With Anopheles

Yes right in my room where else, a tiny nearly cubical in dimension. But you dear readers have to reckon the approximate height from datum I’ll be putting forth, breadth is 8 feet 10 inches, length is 9 feet 8 inches, density per cubic feet is 0.196 mosquitoes (data is concerned with number of mosquitoes I killed by my hands and by employing magical potion that I had mentioned in later section of this blog). Story starts here about that trysts with anopheles.

            I was alone in my room and I was feeling very uneasy and uncomfortable as female anopheles outnumbered me at my place. This was not my concern rather their deliberate act trying to seduce me. It was literally not possible for me to savour urges of all of them at one time.It was first time in my life, I was kind of in demand midst the feminine species.
            Three days back I was severely cold-stricken, barely able to sleep. Yesterday, I had a long and longed power naps feeling being soporifically held. I visited to almighty doctor at college gate. I used almightly because I felt he lacks self-knowledge as whenever he prescribes rather his speech suggests so, but I would rather call him a quack.In absence of any other options I do visited him for aid to my exacerbated and exasperated cold. The almighty doctor prescribed me a panacea in the form of Elder and Eldeflox – 200.
            I reached at my room at 9:30 pm (IST), I was ill and walked for like two kilometers made me fully exhausted. Diwali holidays were on so no one was there in case if I needed some help. I had my dinner then I took prescribed tablets, finally I fell over the bed. I was lying calmly in the heart of silence but soon it was intruded by excessively irratating humming sound of these anopheles “Dear, wake up I’m awake”. How can I say no to these ladies? Never taught.
           As I was awake by the promising words of my desperate lovers, as I said "I was single", so something has to be figured out to choose the luckiest anopheles of all. I thought I had option but I recalled mosquitoes never cannibalize. Now it was my responsibility to fulfill the desire of one of these anopheles and gift them their coveted love.I was the one to carry the errand to choose the luckiest anopheles of all so the holocaust was on it's way crumbling, shattering, crushing them in fist, in between palms. 45 that’s the recent count while I was writing this blog, lost their life for only one thing that’s my love and affection, how mean I’m? But their likeness, yearn towards me never seemed settled that’s 51. Quest continued with zeal in each corner, below the bed, table. Many murmured in my ear “Dear, will you kill me too?” turned my face towards them only to deceive them pretending as I was going to kiss them but at the same time my hands were ready to slaughter these anopheles, how mean I’m? Again you all are thinking, well, exactly no, no one ever wants, desires to be used and exactly these ladies were doing same, exploiting me. They don’t yearned for me but coveted for my blood. Till now the count is 68 don’t loose the count.
            Now I was going to take my final step, and my last deception towards these ladies. In order to accomplish and execute my plan I asked these hundred beautiful ladies “wait darling I’ll be back in few moments”. This sentence “wait darling I’ll be back in few moments” elated these anopheles to such an extent, they missed it to notice the most catastrophic weapon (All Out, that will keep them out of their life and keep me inside the room) was deployed.
            I waited for half an hour in vicinity and looking partial moon and little light over these plants and tress around me. Finally I entered in my room, I saw there all my lovers were breathing their last breath hope they all will cherish their ever coveted dreams in heaven, that's is least I can do, i can pray for them.
            Finally drown in ecstasy as there will be no disturbance. I slipped myself on bed and then in dreams, yes soporifically held. Hmmmmmmmmm, Oh! again you are back, poor me. One more thing what's the height of the room?

(teri meri teri meri prem kahani hai mushkil....)

                                                                            -in remembrance of my dear anopheles

No lines in this writing is deliberately written to defame any creatures, hope after reading this dear anopheles will not file case against me, as they love me na.... 

The Beggars Symposium

                                                                           EARLIER

Unlike old versions of my blogging this time I tried to put forth something imaginative hope you all will least not say worthless crap, so here I'm with the theme a symposium of beggars, sound interesting huh.

                Long time no see to temple, I thought it would be better time to visit and pay my regards to God for whatever I'm and whatever he confronted and provided me with.

          As I was on my way I saw terribly thin, malnutrition and most untidy beggar ever in my life, thought to offer some pennies, involuntarily my hand slipped into my tight back pocket, felt I was unable to get some money out – that's parsimonious attitude I never knew I had, honestly I thought to accompany that beggar, but retracted me some more brighter idea shadowing my former idea, instead of putting some penny I can, I would take out some but restrained my ever greedy hands.

                Meanwhile these things rolling in my mind conceived me with idea how it will be – a symposium of beggars and issues they may have like…. Oh yes! I got it - the issues like:

• ·         How to tackle the ever increasing price rise problem? only way by being benefited by usual customers the generous one?

• ·         Increasing purchasing power in period of ever high inflation rambling and crumbling the desires like imported designer clothes.

• ·         Outfit designing assuring people how genuine you are and they may be more sympathized about you.

• ·         Make ups catching eyes of wayfarer and in convulsion they utter “Oh! Poor you”.

• ·         Shares of National Beggars Stock Exchange (NBSE) is drowning like shattered ship and initiative to be considered to bring back its lost lustre to consummate again.

• ·         Some may be there with some innovative ideas like research papers to get published in most coveted institute (Innovative Institute of all Beggars) which covers important aspects like how to lure people to be more generous.

• ·         Proper training institute must be opened for this modern trend in cult, universities like International Institute of Applied Beggarship (IIAB)  to support higher education which gives birth to professional and efficient beggars should be initiated with scholarships.

 

NOW 

These were the some core issues all beggar can talk about and interestingly vivid scope for some interested in innovative ideas and stock exchange they can have, at least it will help out some I will be glad if it will, again my bluntness stood in front of me how many can access blogs and internet, well many. go join this Ivy league it will earn for you.

thanks for reading....no offense to any community who finds filthy it's just for humour.

Hustle-Bustle@ATM

Today, on way to supper with my friend Ashutosh Tripathi on college gate, halted at ATM for handful of cash, delighted seeing it less crowded, specious, seeing inside it was rowdy. Confronted before I could make my SBI card work met heavy hustle with obstinate ATM machine been a problem lately in it, I would say lazy, laid back attitude as Govt. offices clerk may ATM have thought as” why should I read your card at first instance I don’t owe you anything, here me the commissar.”.Natives and aborigines seemed reluctant to deal with such atavistic technology “ATM”. Well caparisoned and charming man stood by my side seemed well acquainted with old stuff like ATM, but he was below the par what I expected, his act caught my mind, mind named a word for him “demagogue”  cause he put forth his cleric advices to break booby trap of ATM thus rose the content and expectation midst the crowd, that too was fatuous “swipe your card consistently irrespective of whatever being displayed on visage of ATM”. Each person moved on the path paved by this ‘’demagogue” but consistent failing and realigning, grimace on their face was conspicuous, and demagogue coup down by crowd as he spelled the gospel “next time there will be no next time”, reminded me Eminen-Rihana duet. Cometh my chance to test my luck swiped ATM card and gotcha oh! shit “unauthorized/invalid card please try again later” next, I had a very decisive way swiped it in sober way and gotcha! Rather, than like the gospel of denounced demagogue. Finally, had dinner with my friend while on return that demagogue still engaged for more than one and half hours. Really, his patience was worth moving and wished not to find him on next visit engaged in same transaction what I had today beside him.