Last Episode

"Strangers in the night exchanging glances", Frank Sinatra crooned from Sanjeev's car stereo as he waited for Sharmila to come down. He felt a slight tinge of romanticism in the air. He saw Sharmila coming down the stairs of her apartment. She wore a long black skirt with a dark purple top, she had her hair scrunched up and was wearing silver loop earrings.

His heart started thumping really fast and it was as if he had glugged down a six pack of redbull.
"Hi! Sharmila", he said breaking the silence and his quivering . "Yea , why in the fucking hell do you have the music so loud?", she shouted at him.

"I am sorry", Sanjeev replied sounding quite dejected. He knew it was one of those days, she fought with her mom again. Sharmila had a love-hate relation with her mother, they both loved to hate eachother, her mother wanted a "normal homely girl" , but Sharmila was anything but normal and homely, in fact, she had mellowed down ever since Sanjeev came into her life or by now she would have run away from home forever to some hill station.

Sanjeev turned the volume down and sped the car to the hilly road of Sector 46 and stopped on the cresenct. "Why the fuck are we stopping?", Sharmila again shouted at Sanjeev. "I thought you would like to drive to the Kund", he replied.

"Listen I am in no mood for your antics, I have enough with you people, stop acting like you know me or understand me, its not like we have known eachother for ten years, you're just an acquaintance to me Sanjeev", Sharmila balsted out at Sanjeev.

Sanjeev had nothing to say and he slipped the small red box he was holding back into his jeans pocket and he drove. "Sanjeev! I am going to go to college on my own, its not like I can't drive. You cause too much negativity."Sharmila said to Sanjeev in a serious tone.
"But what have I done? calm down Sharmz, what did aunty say?", he relpied.
"Why would you care? stop pretending like you Sanjeev, I hate you", she kept on spitting poison through her words and Sanjeev for the first time in four years wept and his eyes got all watery.

The yellow dumper was standing in the middle of the road and the forensic reports confirmed that when the car smashed into its rear , it was at a speed of 80km/hr. The driver died on the spot and the passenger survived with some injuries to her spine.

"They found this in his pocket, mam", the nurse hand over her a small red jewellry box. It had a small diamond ring and a yellow post-it sticker which said "Marry Me". She put on the ring and crouched on her bed and cried and cried till she passed away into deep sleep.

THREE MONTHS LATER:
She got what she wanted and she drove to the college on her own. She as usual went early to college and now not for the morning air but , to just get away from home. This was her first day at college ever since the accident. She went in and sat down in the class on the same bench where she and Sanjeev sat everyday. She rubbed her hands on the place where he had carved their names.

Laila and Majnu came to the window and entered the class and sat on the window shelf. They both stared at her as if they knew it was she who was responsible for Sanjeev's death. She started to weep , her heart sank, she did not want to live anymore. She had planned this for the past three months. She tightened her fist and took out the injection and filled air into it.

They found her body with two lizards lying on her stomach and her face smiling as if she had seen all the happiness this world had to offer.

Sharmila's Song

They always sat in the corner next to the window which overlooked a bush which had two pretty geckos which Sanjeev had named Laila and Majnu , a humming bird which he called Humie and several unnamed ants and dragonflies. Sharmila at first thought it was quite weird but she slowly grew to like his eccentricities which were more peculiar than hers but certainly more refined and subtle.

"Move your bag", said Sharmila .
"Because of you I have to keep Bob Marley on the floor..."replied Sanjeev picking up his black bag which had a photograph of Bob Marley printed on both sides. "What?" asked Sharmila confusingly.
"You're slow aren't you?" was Sanjeev's reply and this was his reply every time she did not get his humor as a matter of fact anything which made him laugh.

"Yea , whatever" was her reply. Sometimes she felt as if he overdid it and did feel offended but never voiced it as she knew he loved her, which was something which she was also afraid off.
Sanjeev gave her a glance and then stared out of the window for a while to look at the bushes and feel the faint morning breeze. He never said it but whenever he met Sharmila he could get a whiff of this breeze from her or maybe it was just the way he felt when he was with her.

"Sanjeev werent you supposed to take me somewhere today?"said Sharmila at to which Sanjeev looked into her eyes and said "I didnt think you were ready for it..." and he looked away.
Sanjeev was quite mystical at times and long ago he had told her about some of his occult connections which he had in him since childhood. "Where did you want to take me?Could you at least gimme a hint , dude!", she said to him almost cryingly. "Erm.. well to the movies but they are showing Ice Age and you are too young for it!!" he replied quite mockingly.
Sharimla pulled his nose and laughed her head off at his lame joke.

Laughter was something she had completely forgotten for long, for the world she lived in a loving family with caring parents and a charming elder brother. But, for her it was a house where a mother kept on nagging her and trying to make her feel less emancipated than she wanted and a father who was never at home . Her brother was a person who had maybe one day in his mind decided to ruin everything good in his sister's life. He would taunt her, throw away her things or just be down right nasty with her.

She cried herself to sleep almost every night to the point she stopped eating and grew quite thin. It was only when she joined college and met Sanjeev she got her life back.

Sanjeev too was riding in a similar boat his father was out of a job and his mother was a teacher. His brother too was an exact copy of Sharmila's brother. At times he used to jokingly say that if both of them turned gay they would be the perfect couple.

"Next weekend !" Sanjeev said breaking the air of silence which had settled soon enough. "What do you mean? would you be courteous enough to explain" she retorted. "well I am taking you out too Surajkund for the mela , you need new weird stuff to hang around your neck" he replied.
Sharmila loved wearing beaded necklaces, handcrafted rings and earrings. Sanjeev was more of a minimalist , he did even wear a watch and used Sharmila as his personal watchkeeper .

Things I hate. Part 1.

I don't remember half the things that happen around me, however Beeg or Important they might be. And the other half that I do remember just seems too boring and plain for me to write about. So I thought I'd just put down a list of things and maybe people I really, REALLY hate. Just for the records, Hate is a big word for me and heck, I don't hate unimportant and seemingly non-existant things like the new-age brigade of backbiters or hypocrites or the likes. What I mean to say is there is a backbiter or hypocrite inside every one of us. That side just re-surfaces at different frequencies in different cases. No? Okay...Lemme put it this way; have you never told your mom about your brother's new girlfriend? Or how he spent the Stationary money on fags? Have you never told X how Y doesn’t like him one bit? No? Wow. Kick yourself in the shins lujer and get a life. [Trying to be more politically correct] Okay, I won’t advocate anything…but I still (very strongly) feel that Backbiters are not people you HAVE to hate (certain cases exempted).

Moving on...
I am a person of extreme ideas. It’s either black or white, nothing in between. Similarly, it’s either wrong or right.., love or hate. Enough rambling already?
Not necessarily in the same order. Here goes…

1. YOU telecom!
Nothing, NOTHING, gets worse than this. Every time we are all romantic and touchy feely and 16-year-old-couple-ish….BANG! YOU telecom plays nasty and comes in the way of us getting “physical” – Whatever minimal amounts of sense that means. Like the other day…The censor board almost lowered its stringent standards and Boom! Gone! Over.

2. Chick flicks.
Whatever happened to good Cinema. Okay, I was never interested in it in the first place but God Damn, I care about 'Good Cinema' even if I dont watch it . A friend recently wanted to thank me for some school stuff I'd helped him with a few ages ago and so we went out for a movie. By the end of it my decision of not watching Indian cinema for sometime just got a lil more firm.

Can I add more later?
*Picks up the White rum in chillies and olives and walks away *

Sharmila's Song 2

Sharmila and Sanjeev walked into the college and it was still pretty early and they could see one or two students hanging around and some cleaners mopping the cemented floor of the college.

CVS was an adjacent to the bigger more famous and infamous SBSC. The college had brick red walls and was octagonal with only just two floors with classrooms and a backfield which had a small gated and chained entrance.

Sharmila knew Sanjeev would sooner or later get in the mood to talk a till then she could safely listen to songs on her MD player. Her brother whom she actually hated quite a bit had gifted her on her sixteenth birthday and since then she had it buy her side everywhere she went. It was like the doll she never had for she hated the fact she was a "girl". She was a born feminist and at times people felt she could’ve actually bitten them if they called her girly. But, somehow that never deterred Sanjeev from calling her a "girl" quite teasingly.

"Oye Madame! have you done the question Mr. Pundit had given?" asked Sanjeev, "Yes" she replied back. They never made any great conversation except for when they debated with each other on random topics. She was more of a "hippie" as Sanjeev termed her and he was more of a "cocktail of Socialism, fascism and communism" as she had once described him after reading her blog post on Pune Rave Bust. He wanted the party goers to be jailed and made to do community service and the drug suppliers shot and the parents to be fined for letting the children venture into rave parties.

They were poles apart if she looked like an angel from heaven he looked like a, nobody from nowhere. The chemistry between them was like that of salt and pepper, completely apart yet inseparable.

Sharmila's Song

"Its only words and words are all I have to take your heart away", Sanjeev played this song at full volume in his car when he saw Sharmila coming down the stairways. She could hear the faint notes of the song getting louder as she slowly moved towards the car. She could hear her heart sing that song as if it had struck a chord deep inside somewhere in her heart. "You will wake up the neighbors you idiot!" shouted Sharmila as she sat in the car and lowered the volume. Sanjeev gave her a devilish smile and sped the car away. He kept looking at her for a while till she said "The road offers better things than my clothes", he laughed and moved his eyes to the road.

"Why do you always want to leave so early Sharmz?". it was 7.30am in the morning and their first class in college was at 9.30am . "I like the early morning breeze and plus I like having tea with...", he knew what she meant and no it wasn't his company or any biscuit's either , it was her pet squirrel Chip. She loved animals and somehow all the animals who ever came near her became her friends. Sharmila once helped a parrot escape when she was 12 from her neighbors house. She hated animals being confined and even though her father an army Colonel always used to beat her for such naughtiness , did not scold her this time but gave her a hug .

"Good Morning Bhaiya , Do chai aur ek bread" , she said to the tea waala near the college. CVS was located in the busy bylanes of Triveni complex of Saket which was once a site for birdwatchers . The tea stall was build on an old mount of the Aravalis which was somehow spared by the DDA while alloting land to the college they termed it "green belt".

Sanjeev parked the car opposite the small cluster of shops which would very soon be infested by buzzing students looking for breakfast, smokes or at times stationery. Sharmila was sitting on a make shift bench made out of an old electric pole elevated by stones taken out from the nearby footpath.

"Didi Chai aur apki bread" chotu handed over her a cup of tea and a bread wrapped in yesterday's Punjab Kesari newspaper. Sanjeev and Sharmila had met on the first day of college and they both had landed early to college . They sat in the room where soon enough they would be taking there first lecture of the day .

He was reading ET which he had picked up from the nearby bus stop. She was bored of watching him engrossed in a pink paper and not taking note of her new pink tee shirt . "So you arein BBE as well" Sharmila asked the man who as she thought was "pretending" to read the paper. "Well yes and you? I guess you in BBE as well, did you know the BJP government just sold BALCO?" came the reply from under the newspaper.

Sharmila was a bit angry but she controlled her anger as he knew how to steer this conversation now, he was a man of words but they were clogged in somewhere , she needed to do some plumbing.

"No not really , I had to drive from Faridabad to Saket , so I had to get up early and the paper comes late" Sharmila explained to the man , "Oh! which sector", said the man who by now was folding the paper neatly as if he was going to sell it to someone. "I am from 21- C and you?"Sharmila replied.
"I see! I am from 21-B, you now that big brown school", he replied back.

Since, then they had been on semi-talking terms till one day when Sharmila asked him for a lift back home as she her dad had taken the car to work. They grew quite fond of each other and used to chat online for hours. Sharmila loved the mad and lunatic online side of Sanjeev and also the calm and quite offline side . She could feel inside that both of them had something in common. Sanjeev loved making up small jokes which always left her in splits.

"Chip's here gal!", Sanjeev finally spoke after he had found his semi-crushed cigarette from the million things stuffed in his jeans pocket. He did not believe in carrying a wallet or as Sharmila said he was lazy enough not go in the market and buy one.

Sharmila herself did not have a purse and all she carried everywhere was a plain bright yellow Reebok messenger bag. She never cared about matching her clothes with the bag like all the other girls and she liked to wear shades of grey.

She fed Chip the bread and glanced at Sanjeev who was carefully looking at her actions. She knew he had a liking for her but she did not know what she felt for him.

Introduction

*Pink Panther theme in the background*
No I'm not Crusso I'm Rahat (yeah, I picked that name for you) m not rahat m THE MYSTIC , M 21 but i act like a 4 yr old and m Mayra long lost BF... she lost me Venice u see!! Bad Bad Mayra!!

So tc ppl
Rahat


(He posted the whole thing with a name that even kareena kappor could make out was his. So I reposted the whole thing with the name Rahat. Dont forget, sweetchums, NO REAL NAMES.)

PS: If you dont like the name Rahat change it to anything but you-know-what. Even chunky pandey will do but NO REAL NAMES.

PSS: Stuff in Italics is added by Mayra.

New Peoples. Yaay!

I am at my lazy best these days and the lack of inspiration with it has resulted in no posts. + I just dont get the kind of time...y'all c, sucha buzy skedual I'ave, dahlings.

Weelll,
A lot has been happenin' lately but somehow I just can't put stuff into words at this point of time. Probably I will post this long post,someday . Oh Btw, My result is due anytime now. *Shivers *

ALSO, There is this whole Mu13 meeting thingy. Confidential. ;) EVERYONE will be there!! xD
Everyone? :s

I got this pretty black tote yesterday. Oooooh and I Likeee it. I am gonna sleep with it tonight! There is this shop near the Palam base where I got it from and coz I shopped for some Rs. 1000 the guy gifted me a (complementary) set of VLCC things.
Ah, Shopping.

Yaaawnn! I ammmmmmm sleepppyyyyyyyyyyy...
And So, My people have been invited to blog here. xD
They'll introduce themselves...so over to you, honeybuns.
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