Tuesday, December 30, 2008

100th Post and Happy New Year !

Dhanya was confused as to how to celebrate the new year's eve. Should she party all night with her friends or stay at home with her family glued to the television. She had a better idea.

After searching all the places, she found the idea she was searching for...oops... the person. Prem! Who else! He was sitting alone on the rocks looking at the calm sea on that last night of the year. Dhanya sat besides him and teased him, "Is this the way you celebrate the new year, Mr M.F Prem."
Prem didn't want to show his inner feeling to her. He was surely missing his girlfriend Simran on that beautiful occasion. "M.F ! As in M.F. Hussain", he inquired.
Dhanya gave a nice smile, "No...As in M.D, M.A, M.C etc. If M.C stands for Master of Ceremonies, M.F stands for Master of Fantasies"

As they talked, a young guy was moving towards the edge of the rocks. Prem stopped him midway and questioned him, "Young Man! Are you planning to jump into the sea?"
The young guy with a straight face, answered positively, "Yeah.. Its the entrance to my world."
Prem said jokingly , "Your world... Now where that could be... Is it the universe ?"
With Prem around, expect the unexpected, as the answer again came in positive "Yes.. Its the universe. The reflection you see in the waters of the sky above is the entrance to my world."

Dhanya looking at the T-Shirt(It read 008 and that too written in the bond style), whispered to Prem, "He must be a secret service agent on her majesty's service. Look at his shirt."
The young guy looked at them both , "Come out of the reel world, girl. I am the guardian angel for the year 2008. I was in the driver's seat for the 365 day trip around the sun. Its time to return home."
After some more questions, Dhanya and Prem were convinced about his identity. Dhanya queried, "You are a young man. But you seemed to have lost some hair. There is black spots around the eyes. Wrinkles on the face. What happened? You seemed to age quickly."
The guardian angel replied with a stiff face, "Thats because of the things you, humans made me see. I saw more of guided missiles and misguided men. I saw weapons of mass destruction but nothing for growth or nurturing. I saw Scientific power rising and spiritual power eroding. I saw stupid people sure of things and intelligent people full of doubts... " **

He had not yet finished when something fell from the sky directly upon him and 008 was thrown into the Sea. Prem and Simran looked at the sea hoping he would resurface. Presumably OO8 has gone back to his universe because 009 has gate crashed into this planet. 009 really looked like a better secret service agent with a Reed and Taylor suit armed with a bulletproof vest, a remington revolver and a thuraya satellite phone etc. Though he had a great body, there were many syringe marks on the arms that made Dhanya doubt as to whether this angel was infact a drug addict. The guardian angel read her mind easily, "Inquisitive mind! The armory is because there is travel advisory warning for guardian angels and other souls moving to the Planet Earth. The threat level for this planet is elevated or Yellow, that means too risky. And I am not a drug addict. Your Earth is filled with so much of diseases that I need to take all these injections before coming down. Hepatitis B vaccine, to Measles-mumps-rubella vaccine to Cholera vaccine...."

Dhanya couldn't tolerate it, "Stop it! You are sounding as if my planet is something like a hell. Its not that bad at all. There is still love and innocence left on this planet"
The guardian angel, "That I can see from you two people. But don't allow to sit it just there in your hearts. Make it epidemic. Spread it to as many as possible. I am in the drivers seat. I can't dance. Making the trip memorable and a pleasant one is with the passengers. "

Dhanya looked at Prem and announced jubilantly, "Do you know what does that mean ? That means we have to go out and Party to-nite. Lets Join the Beach Party over there and spread the message of love"

PS ** Worked around with the quotes of Betrand Russell and Martin Luther King Jr

That was my 100th blog post. And I am really blessed that it fell on the occasion of New Years Eve.

I take this occasion to thank all my readers for their support and encouraging words.
Namratha, Meira, Priya, Keshi, Aayushi, Lena, Abhishek, Tara, Anwesha, Fiza, Sameera, Jyothi, Farhana, Wilfred, Tirumalesh, Vinit, Manish, Deepak, Srinivas, Laxmi. There are lot of others like The Charmed One, MOI, Nikita etc.

I hope I will be able to continue this journey consistently even in the future.

Wishing all of you, a happy and prosperous new year.

Sunday, December 28, 2008

The Question Time.

I have been facing some job interviews these days. They bombarded me with lots of questions regarding my personal and work life.That was too stressful. But not this one.
Here is a beautiful tag from that wonderful girl called Priya.

RULE #1 People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs and replace any question that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves.

RULE #2 Tag 6 people to do this quiz and those who are tagged cannot refuse. These people must state who they were tagged by and cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by. Continue this game by sending it to other people.

1. If your lover betrayed you what would your reaction be?
I hope such a day doesn't dawn. I may not be able to bear it. If that happens, I would be crooning with tears .' Jab Dil hi Toot Gaya... Ab Jeeke Kya Karenge' :)

2. If you could have one dream come true which one would it be?
See a movie made from any of my scripts. Never ever tried to market them.

3. Is there any person, at whose face you wanted to throw your slippers/sandals/shoes at ?
There are many and I don't have that much pair of slippers/sandals/shoes.

4. What would you do with a billion dollars?
Read somewhere and suits quite well, "I would stop dreaming and start living life full king size"

5. Will you fall in love with your best friend?
May be. Love doesn't knock the door and enters. It will lie to you later, "I knocked. You didn't notice"

6. Which is more blessed: loving someone or being loved by someone?
Remember this quote, "Being loved and loving means feeling the sun from both the sides' and who doesn't want to enjoy it.

7. How long would you wait for someone you love?
If you love someone and trust that person, you need to wait.... time doesn't matter.

8. If the person you like finds someone better than you, what would you do?
Never hold anyone so tight that letting go becomes difficult. But I feel this is only a quote.

9. If you could root for one social cause which one would it be?
Fight against Child labor and human trafficking.

10. What takes you down the fastest?
Talkers. You see them everyday on the television, in the papers and at the functions.

11. Would you like to have the job you love or love the job you have ?
Its difficult to say. If someone says that He will pay me monthly salary for posting 20 posts in a month, I may not be able to give the best then. It's little bit confusing na.
Sometimes I feel some people go to their grave without giving the world what they have in them.

12. Darna mana hai... But what is the thing that you fear most?
Fear of being lonely. I don't like to be left alone.

13. What kind of person(s) do you think the person who tagged you is/are?
A sweet and innocent little angel.

14. Would you rather be single and rich or married and poor?
In love, one shudn't say that we will live life somehow, you should rather say we will live life the best way. The best way would be to be financially secure.

15. What is the first thing you do when you wake up?
Open my eyes.

16. If you fall in love with two people simultaneously who would you pick?
Let's call Heads or Tails. Remember this one-liner "My Girlfriend told me I need to be more affectionate. So Now I have two girlfriends."

17. Would you give all in a relationship?

Definitely Yes. And not only in relationship, but everything that matters like friendship, family, etc.

18. What's eating you now?
No Dinosaurs or Cannibals in here. My Thoughts for my 100th blog.

19. Do you prefer being single or in a relationship?
In relationship. It make your brain cells work even when u sleep.

For this I tag
This may help you in the campus interview :)

Where are you. Missing in Action since last one week. Hope you are in the best of the healths.

I expect some fun lines and gags from you on this one.

Well Girl!. We are waiting for you and your comments on our blogs!

Its time the married bachelor answered some questions. :)

Others too can take this up.. :)

Thursday, December 25, 2008

The Tripple Effect

She had written many exams, but Simran never thought what went in the minds of invigilator who just strolled up and down the exam hall for three continuous hours.....until now. She knows it now as she stands in the shoes of the invigilator.

Among the many ambitious girls banging their heads to finish the tough Financial Management paper was also Savitha. Savitha was not fortunate like others as she doesn't go to any college for her graduation. Her orthodox parents were of the view that 12th is enough for a girl. She still persisted and as a compromise had to settle for a distance learning course. Now to give her papers, she has to come to the University, that too with a bodyguard, Her aged mother, who was always armed with a rudraksh mala and a stotra book. The Mother always had her thoughts blank because her husband, a temple priest, had given her a curse that If any thoughts occupies her mind, the thoughts would have the strength to become a immediate reality and haunt her. He wanted his wife to be always in the meditative mood. But that day Simran had other plans.

Bored by walking up and down the exam hall as an invigilator, Simran decided to play the fantasy game that Manjari Character In Jaane Tu Ya Jaane Na played and so she fantasized the blackboard as a wide screen plasma television and started playing her imagination on the screen.

And who was the leading lady! Savitha! In Simran's flick, the simple and Gaun ki chori girl turned to a confident and a ultra modern chick, studying business management and now being interviewed by the Tatas. To a tough question of 'How will she succeed in this field which is dominated by men', Savitha answered cooly, 'Whatever women must do they must do twice as well as men to be thought half as good. Luckily, this is not difficult' **. And waiting outside for the interview to finish was not her mother but her boyfriend who was preparing to propose as soon as she steps out.
Unaware to Simran, her thoughts were being transmitted across the blackboard to the next room where the mother was sitting on the other side of the wall. The lady was receiving the mental signals crystal clear and they were being beamed to her mind as her thoughts. Even 1000 names of Vishnu was not able to stop the signals affecting her thoughts.

Simran then came back to reality, as Savitha asked for additional sheets. After handing the additional sheets, She thought that it could have been worse if Savitha had not fought for her cause.
Now she picturised the alternative where instead of pursuing any further studies, Savitha gets married at a very tender age. If the first one seemed to be a flick of the current era, this seems to be of yesteryears like the one starring Meena kumari. Couldn't have been more melodramatic. With a baby in her hand and one in stomach, she is forced out of the house by her drunkard husband onto the streets. Her husband promises her alimony but Savitha refuses it, "I dont want Ali's money or anyone else's. I want to be your charana dasi'. Savitha searched emphatically for something. Has there been a remote, Simran would have switched channels, but she was curious now of what on screen Savitha was searching. Is it her mangalsutra.... no... no.... her patidevah's photo... no... no... it was her mobile... she was dialing her mother's number.
On the other side of the wall, Savitha's mother was not able to bear the torture, "Shiva... Shiva", she cried out. And the attender turned towards her, "Did you call me, madam?"

At that time the exam ordeal was over and everyone was relieved except Savitha's mother. Three hours of screening had really borne a heavy impact on her. The thoughts had now taken a real form which was visible only to her and no one else.
The mother had to deal with three different Savitha's at the same time. Once she glanced at the parking area where the slim Savitha accepted her boyfriend's proposal and also a french kiss 'Aaaawwww' went the old lady at the sight.
Then she looked at her mobile to hear Second Savitha weeping, "Maa.... Mein Barbaad Ho Gavi.. Mein Kya Karo... Mein Ghar Aa rahi hoon".
And then at the original Savitha who stood in front of her, looking jubilantly and with full smiles.

The Mother was not able to bear the triple reality effect and she swooned and fell down. One of the senior teacher, also a medical practitioner, said that it may take two hours for her to recover. Simran looked at Savitha, "Good opportunity to have a look at the city and how it has changed in the last three years. Come with me, Girl."

(** Originally quoted by Charlotte Whitton)

Monday, December 22, 2008

Say No To War !

Prem went running towards his neighbor sweet sixteen Dhanya's house when he heard a loud shriek from her room. One needs to be caring for the neighbors and that too when she is a girl and alone in her house. On reaching the spot, Prem found an octogenarian in her room who seemed to have jumped out of a mythological serial. Prem didn't believe that the girl was bluffing when she told that the man came out of the painting that hung on the wall. All these strange things happened to him. The painting was of the Mahabharata war from the blind king Dritharastra's viewpoint. Though he was blind, the king was briefed up on every war moves and strategies by his loyal servant Sanjay who had been gifted with Divya Dristhi (divine vision).

The old man added to Prem's knowledge "Yo-Man, And that San-joy is me da. That blind man became so war obsessed after that, his Dil asked for more wars. So he sent me to future and made me cover all future wars. My divine vision got blurred as time passed by and I had to report from somewhere near the battlefield. From battle of panipat to Iraq War, I have covered them all for that old son of a *****"
Prem was taken aback by the language and had lots of questions, "What Happened to your language ? Mind You, there's a young lady here. And what brings you here?"
Dhanya comforted Prem, "Don't worry about me. I need more such vocabulary. You Know Calvin has said truly 'Life's disappointments are harder to take when you don't know any swear words' " Prem was also a Calvin fan and quickly agreed.

The old man smiled, "For the last some months, I had been with this A**-**** G I Joe covering the Iraq war. Now I have been informed that your country and its F****** neighbor are at the brink of the war."
Prem wanted to correct Sanjay, "You heard statements and came running down. This is a country of talkers and not doers da. They are only speeches and meant to sell newspaper copies and make people stick to the idiot box. And why at all do we need a war, Mr San Joy?"
But Dhanya answered in a sweet manner of her own, "Because enough is enough." And she began crooning this song from an old Anil-Jackie starrer, "Tan pe chot lagi hain; Samne maut kadi hain. Kishen ne Kaha Arjun Se; Na Pyaar Jatha Dushman Se. Yudh Kar. Haa Yudh Kar."
'Was she planning to become a cheer-girl for the Indian troops', thought Prem.

The old man smiled at the innocent Dhanya and turned towards the romantic Prem, "That blind king didn't want war in the begining. But it was imminent. Yatha Yatha dharmasya.........."
Prem interrupted him, "Cut that crap. For the protection of dharma, innocents lost their life even in that era. Arjun regained his warrior status, but his son Abhimanyu was cunningly killed. Bheema got his revenge against Duryodhana, but his son Ghatotkatch was slain ed....."
Suddenly Dhanya started weeping and when asked the reason, "Just some days back I saw the movie Ghatokatch where Little Ghattu helped Abhimanyu to get his girl of dreams. And now you are breaking the news that both were cruelly killed. It's hurting me.....Ohhh... Ghattu and Abhi" And she took the hanky and blew her nose hard.

Sanjay tried to convince that action had to be taken, "S*** Man, They have attacked the heart of your country da. You know what they say in your national game hockey, 'Best defense is a good offense'
Prem was corned with that statement. He found himself agreeing with the statement, but he was a peace lover and knew that war had only negatives, "Are we really prepared. Because we have defective bullet proof vests that takes the lives of police officers, MIGs that goes down taking with it many good soldiers, A bad economy with already many job losses, Corrupt politicians holdings positions of power wanting to take advantage of the situations. Are we really prepared for the war? Can we face the consequences ?"
Dhanya found this too complex, "Too many dependent variables to be worked out. This is much more complex than the calculus problem. Stop! I need a break".
Even Sanjay was confused, "I don't understand head or tail of politics or economics. In my times, Lord Krishna had a style which sent out the message that was very clear, 'Either you are with me or with them' "

Dhanya just had enough and announced. 'Class dismissed' and then played the background score from the movie Rush Hour. Prem and Sanjay couldn't take the argument further even if they liked to. They found their feet taking to the dance floor and matching step to step like Chris and Jackie did to the anti war song by Edwin starr in that movie. And to add glamour there was Dhanya and her swaying little dance movements. And what a song it was.

'War! ... huh... yeah....... what is it good for ?...........absolutely nothing.........

War! It ain't nothing but a heartbreaker, War. Friend only to the undertaker...woo
Peace lovin' understand then tell me,Is there no place for them today?
They say we must fight to keep our freedom, But Lord knows there's got to be a better way.

War! ... huh... yeah....... what is it good for ?...........absolutely nothing.........'

Saturday, December 20, 2008

The Weekend with a Doctor

Prem's alma mater had this Great idea of making the Christmas weekend memorable for its old students. Each student would get a chance to spend the weekend with another student at his place and know his new way of living. Prem prayed that let his partner be the model Shriya, so that like Madhur Bhandrakar, he can get a 'meaningful' insight into the Fashion world.
But Prem had to be content with Dr Uday. This doctor who had studied and grown up in the concrete jungle, now had a clinic in a isolated location somewhere near the border between North and South Karntaka which was inflicted with Naxalites. When Prem reached the location, he felt as if he had landed in a Pre-Independence India.

While for Prem, the work days ended on friday evening exactly at 6.00 PM, for Dr Uday, his clinic was open even on Sunday mornings. Even the cinema theatres wouldn't be that full on a Sunday morning as his clinic was. In a span of sixty minutes the doctor had attended nearly 20 patients. What a stress! thought Prem. Prem used to relieve the stress at office by listening to music, by chatting etc. But the doctor had no such options at all.
Prem spent the afternoon and evening with other members of the family. After a sumptuous dinner, It was time for Prem to return home. Monday morning he has to be in the office. Hardly they had covered two to three kilometers, a villager stopped the car. After exchanging few words in a vernacular language, Doctor came back to Prem. "There is a emergency! It seems a baby has been taken seriously ill. Shall we attend it. It hardly takes five minutes." Prem had to say Okay.

The car had to be diverted from the main road. It was a very bumpy ride and Prem nearly flew out of the seat many a time. But the doctor had got used to the same. Prem had seen these kind of tracks and the jumps only on the video games. It took ten minutes when the car came to a stop. Prem thanked God thinking that they had reached the destination, but it was not the case.
From that point onwards, the road connectivity ended. They had to walk through what seemed to be very bushy area. Prem used to enjoy having a walk after the dinner with his i-pod playing soft music to the ears and the path, brightly lit by the street lights.
But here, the picture was different. It was hard to find one's way around the bushy path even with that gaslight. The mosquitoes were having a Christmas feast biting Prem all over his body. The howling and the hootings was all the music that was being played that night.
They reached the place, a small house. There was no other houses anywhere nearby. The house looked more like a small store room. A thin figure came out of the house and welcomed them and showed them the patient - a four year old baby boy who had high fever and was vomiting since the evening.Temperature was around 106 degree Fahrenheit and Dr Uday's face said it all. It was a medical emergency and the baby had to be taken to the hospital.

As Prem drove the car back to the hospital, Dr Uday applied heat removal technique by using wet cloths etc. On reaching the hospital, Doctor applied advanced techniques and with some medications, the baby was out of danger. Uday's five minutes had taken five hours. But Prem had no complaints. On his way back, Prem complimented Dr Uday, "I think it's a great feeling when you are the reason for a smile on someone's face, like that on the mother. Na," Dr Uday returned it with a smile, "Yeah. But not always, I am that lucky. And those times when I don't succeed, it really disturbs me. But Life and death is not in my hands."

It was only after noon, that Prem reported to the office. A colleague was explaining something about Santa Claus, probably for the next promo, "Santa is one who slowly comes in the night and gifts you what you need and brings a smile on your face."
Prem just felt the statement was so true and for him, Dr Uday was the Santa for the moment.

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Christmas Gifts

Morning 9.00 AM is the most awaited time by Prem. It means the time when the post man rings the bell and it's the time when his neighbor, sweet sixteen Dhanya makes her morning appearance. That day, the postman had a surprise letter for him - a magical appointment letter. Seemed to have come from some far off fairy world. It was An assignment for Prem from Santa Claus himself- To find some kids eligible for his Christmas gifts. The appointment letter also offered free transportation and the cost of one assistant to be reimbursed..... all he had to do was speak out the assistant's name and the sledge, transporation vehicle will carry both of them together.

Just then Dhanya opened the gate and made her way towards Prem. He was surprised by her visit, 'Dhanya !'. Not long had he uttered her name, out of the blue, Santa's sledge appeared and whisked both of them away. Dhanya was terrified and shouted at her lung top, "Help! Help!" First Dhanya thought that she was being kidnapped like Ravana kidnapped Sita in his Pushpak Viman. But Prem was also confused and to Dhanya looked more like Hanuman than Ravan. He showed the letter and both of them quickly got grasp of the situation. Dhanya was his assistant for the assignment as he had inadvertently taken her name.

Now the destination. It was on auto pilot and all one was to do was to enter the Latitude and longitude. Prem wanted to go to some african country and Dhanya entered some latitude and longitude and some directions north or east. And Vroom! They landed in small african country of Eritrea. In front of them was a undernourished young baby of barely five whose bones were clearly visible. Prem was really disturbed and wanted to give the kid something. But he had come bare handed (He cursed himself for not following his mother's advice, 'When you visit the place where there is God or children, don't go empty handed'). But then the kid suddenly collapsed and..... No No..... the baby didn't die.... just collapsed. Prem was really disturbed. But not Dhanya. She was making the assessment like a medical student does.... "Suffering the effects of hunger and malnutrition ...If he is not fed on a consistent basis, he will grow up with lots of impairments." She definitely showed some signs of becoming a doctor in the future.

Prem couldn't stay there for long. He wanted to visit some terror-affected or war-torn region and Dhanya exactly knew where to take him. They were in the war torn area of Palestine. A beautiful girl of thirteen year old was there in front of them. Prem remembered how his mother always saw goddesses in young girls and worshiped them. But this girl seemed to be a shorter version of the ferocious Kali. With a AK-47 in hand, she threatened Prem and Dhanya and warned them not to keep a step ahead. Prem and Dhanya did make a move but not ahead but backward towards the sledge. But as they moved backwards, the studious Dhanya studied the surrounding, "Pieces of sharpnel... place seemed to be recently hit by a missile... a car completely destroyed.... possibly by a air strike... ."Hmm. Dhanya acted more like a defense correspondent. Prem didn't want to die at the hands of a girl... so they vanished from the place just like that.

Prem blurted out, "I had enough. Let's go to the silicon city, Bangalore." and there was this kid of seven years playing with his toys. What a spacious house... the disney channel was airing the kid's favorite cartoon show.... the toys were all over the place.... a maid was there to attend to the kid's requirements. The house was on the 15th floor of the posh apartment complex. Though he played with all kinds of stuffed animals and robots on a daily basis , it was only on weekends that he really gets a chance to play with his parents. The sun was setting and there was no signs of the kid's parents returning. But Dhanya had to return - otherwise her parents would come gunning for Prem.

When Santa Claus appeared, Prem and Dhanya had their report ready. The report was barely three lines and Dhanya read the report on behalf of Prem and she read it like she was reading a chapter from her English text book, "First, for the Kids of famine-stuck areas and places affected by furious acts of nature, we would like to gift them with food and shelter. Secondly for the kids in the terror-affected or war-torn regions like Palestine, we would want you to gift them with Peace and Calmness. And finally for kids with over-ambitious parents, gift them with parental love and care. There are still many..."

The reading stopped. Prem thought what had happened. Why did Dhanya stop? Then he realised that Dhanya had finished her revision for the day, drank milk, switched off the light and had gone to bed(in her room and in her house). It was time Prem stopped dreaming, switch off the lights and go to sleep.

'But Santa Claus! Please gift these deprived Kids', was his prayer before he retired for the day

Sunday, December 14, 2008

Life is Precious

To keep himself fully occupied, Prem decided to visit his old friends. It was too late in the night when he made his return journey home. A police patrol vehicle stopped him and a senior officer started questioning him. The senior officer, a seasoned cop and a ex-neighbor of Prem, felt some vibrations and read the face, 'Come on, let us drop you at your place'. So Prem unwillingly jumped into the vehicle.

Just then an instruction was passed over their radio to move to a place where there was a double suicide. The paddy wagon proceeded towards the spot. The seasoned cop thought it wud be better to take this young chap with them.

Under the banyan tree, stood two young dead bodies, definitely a pair. They have strangled themselves to death. The cop who was there briefed them up on the events leading to the death. The new kid on the block enjoying the training had a wicked sense of humor, "Sir! You must have seen hundred such cases. I think you can write a good book on this venomous thing called love. Parental opposition... Betrayal ... etc" The seasoned cop, "Love is not venom. Even Honey, if taken in excess, would definitely cause vomiting. " Prem was confused as the girl's body had a mangalsutra dangling around her neck.

The cop on the duty briefed up, "The girl got married to someone else only last week. Seems that everything did'nt go fine. Call history shows calls to her lover before the event. Cant say what was there in their mind" The young trainee looked at the banyan tree and the coin phone that was just a branch away from it, "If only we can make the trees to speak, we would have been warned of the same. Haven't the R and D team ever thought about it.". The old officer remarked, "If that was the case, these trees would have thousand stories to tell and we would have to work sleeplessly for nights to come" While the cops were talking of the stories, Prem was thinking of the dreams with which those two souls must have died with.

The seasoned cop guided the duty officer, "Take the statements from the relatives and others..."
The trainee interrupted, "Sir. May I do it?. I want to see their emotional reactions. Most of the time I have seen such emotions and weeping scenes only on serials and movies. Please Sir." The seasoned cop was amazed by this trainee's heartlessness, "Go Ahead! But make it as nice as possible". Prem looked at the parents who were now burdened with some guilt conscious. They would be doing soul-searching, while the cop would be having fun throwing them all kinds of questions.

As both the young officers got busy, the old man looked at Prem, "This guy was on the pinnacle of his career. Such a drastic step at this juncture. I hope you understand, why I brought you over here. Youngsters like you have to think from the wider perspective and see the life as a whole. All dreams don't come true."

Prem gave a smile, "Should I say thanks for bringing me down here?. I have read somewhere that 'Man may have the right to create and bring a new life onto this planet earth; but he doesn't have any rights whatsoever to take any life, not even of his own."

With those words, he went back and sat in the vehicle with FM buzzing the song, "Har Gadi Badal Rahi Hain Roop Zindagi"

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Mujrim Haazir Ho!

This was the announcement made in the court. And who was presented as the accused. It was Prem!. Following close and two steps behind him was Simran, his girlfriend! Now the people present were really confused. Has Simran sued Prem and dragged him to the court, the man who loved her beyond imagination. No!. Its not like that. Even Simran was the second accused.

Lets get a clearer picture. Its not the usual court with that blind folded lady holding the weighing scale and black and white dress code.

Prem was also confused in the initial when he saw fresh green everywhere. It seemed he was viewing the enchanting swiss greenery. Then he realized that there was no walls on the four sides and it was the court of the nature (Kudrat Ka Kanoon... Seems like a B-Grade Movie Name.... ).
Now a PIL has been filed by some elements of the nature(Don't ask me the names). PIL doesn't mean a Public Interest Litigation over here. Its a Personal Interest Litigation. Its in the personal interest of both Prem and Simran that this case is being fought. They were causing harm to themselves was the charge against both of them.

There doesn't seem to be any defense lawyer over there. Only one lady spoke for both of them. She wore a very traditional attire and her color was that of the pure Earth. 'Is she Mother Nature' thought Prem. Then he looked at the Judge who looked like he just came out of a coal mine and he was looking at his watch now and then. The Judge looked at Prem and said, 'Time waits for no man. Let the proceeding began'. The Judge made Prem clear as to who he was by emphasizing on the word Time.

'Mother Nature' stood up and looking at Prem, "It seems that you are hurting yourself and a whole lot of others by not being able to make a decision as to go along with your family or with your girlfriend. I mean there should be some time frame by which you should make your decisions. Its nearly a year now. Don't act like your government at the central and just make statements and promises. Don't make true the statement... Jaisa Raja Waisa Praja..."
Prem looked up at the judge and just said without arguing, "I plead guilty on charges of hurting myself and others" Simran looked at Prem with disbelief.

Mother nature continued, "You have been looking forward for Simran's love unconcerned about a lot of other things. ... including your career. You took time to help her out in her career. You prayed to God for her well being. You kept your mind occupied with her thoughts and nothing else. This is grave injustice to self. You have been an unproductive lot to the society of late. ..."
Prem was rather subdued, "I plead guilty for being indifferent to my career among other things"

Mother nature gave a final blow. "You are definitely guilty of being over possessive about Simran. You wished the forces of nature to help you in making her, yours. You tied her down and made her blind by your love. You could have been just a friend or a well wisher. But you wanted be something more.... and now she doesn't even want to hear your voice."
Prem didn't seem to refute any of the above, "I plead guilty of playing with a girl's emotions"

Mother nature moved towards Simran when Prem interrupted, "She is faultless. Don't question her. It's me who was trying to set right the relationship. It's me who forwarded the hand of friendship. It's me who forced her to love me with my sweet talks and good manners. Its me who showed her the dreams of marriage and a happy life. It was me and me alone.... all the time. "

So the time keeper.... oops... the blackie... thats the judge... "So you plead guilty even for the charges against your girlfriend."
Prem just nodded his head

The Time Keeper... or the Judge... looked at the jury which consists of three seasoned players. If one was a hot-tempered, the third person was a chilled out type and the person in between was rather unpredictable. After discussions, one of them got up, "Prem is already punishing himself for his mistakes. How can we punish him further. We help you, our master in rotating the seasons and making time happen. As everyone knows, Time is the best healer. All is left to you"

Now the mighty judge who controlled the time, decided to give his judgement after a small recess. He himself wanted some time to ponder over the matter.
Did Time look upon Prem and Simran gracefully or mercilessly..... Only Time will tell........

Sunday, December 7, 2008

Now and Then

Some eons ago probably in some other yuga, in a Gurukul , a Guru was very worried about his student. True to his name, the student Sombaresha was very lazy and while he was still in the ashrama(Well... it may mean... Campus...) ,his friends had got their deekshas (Certificates?) and were placed in well off jobs (Some joined the Kings Court as consultants while others had set their own practice) . Sombaresha on the other hand, always failed in the agni pareeksha (Final Exams...). Guru called him to his ashrama and said that the student needed to do more saadhana (Revisions). The words like usual fell to deaf ears.

So Guru decided to try a new exercise, "My Son. Karma follows you wherever you go. If you do good karma, it will help you in your next lives. A Soul, it seems has to go through 84 lives before attaining Moksha (Liberation). I will show you one of your future life. Close your eyes and chant along with me. Lets go to Sarvadhari Samvatsar....Margashira Maash.... Shukla Paksh.... Parashuram Kshethr.....". Sombaresha was lazy enough to ask any question as to what that meant (To my readers, it means present day mangalore)

As the chanting intensified, Sombaresha saw a beautiful girl of 18 years old getting up early from her bed, an hour before the sun rises. The boy gave a knee jerk reaction, "Now! Where am I?"
The Guru asked him to approach things with an unbiased mind, "In that life, You are the Girl !"
The boy was overwhelmed and started dancing , "Wow! That's Great. I don't have to go to Ashram and do saadhanas and get deekshas and bikshas (certificates and alms)"

His joy was shortlived as he saw the girl who went by the name Dhanya, preparing to move out in the cold morning in her bicycle.The boy made a wild guess, "Probably she is moving out to pluck flowers to be placed at the Gods feet."
The girl cycled five kilometers and the basket was full of not flowers, but note Books. The destination was not a temple but a coaching center.
The boy quizzed his Guru, "She seems to be grown up. Why is she not yet married. Is it because she has not yet become a ......"
The Guru had a good outlook of the future, "Stupid! Stop thinking like that! In that age, girls have a lot of ambition and have got ample and equal opportunity to achieve the same."

Dhanya later moved to a college in a crowded bus (Hmm... the boy wished that someone had carried her in a Pallaki). At college, she dissected a frog (The boy feared that she would put it into her mouth... luckily it didn't happen), She dipped a white paper into some acid and made it red( Wow... thought the boy... she didn't require mantras to do that), She along with her team experimented with a self-made dynamo and lightened the entire classroom (The boy was amazed that without singing Raga Dipika, Dhanya had filled that room with light). She then smashed her head over a trignometry sum unable to solve it (Hmm.. the boy wanted to send Arybhata and help her. But he was not there in the ashram).
The Boy was really tired after going through her schedule and wanted to advice the girl, "Enough! Go and take vishranthi (Rest)"

But the word Rest doesn't seem to be in her dictionary. As soon as the college finished, she went to another coaching center as she had to prepare for the Common Entrance Examination. The coaching went on uninterrupted for one and half hours. The boy remarked to the Guru, "Even you don't give such a long pravachan (discourse). It seems that life in that Raja Karagrah (The Prison) is much better"

At last she came home, long after the sunset and went directly to her room where she was served her meals and milk. And again the books were out. She had assignments to complete and records to submit. Sombaresha wanted to stop the screening of the future telecast, "Enough! She can't be Me. Well! Guruji... I don't want that life... Save me Guruji " and saying so, he procrastinated before the Guru.
Guru said, "The Law of Karma has to operate. She has to study, Boy. She is competing with many people to enter a good gurukul (medical college) in future and become a famous surgeon like Sushrutha. That's why I tell you. You can help her to concentrate more easily and study effortlessly by concentrating on your studies now and earn some good karma for your future. Law of Karma does work, my Boy. Believe me"

The boy seemed to agree for the first time, but he had a doubt, "Guru, I may be a bad student. But the karma philosophy also says that every relationship repeats in each life. A mother in this life may become a daughter in some other life. So where were you in my life as Dhanya."
The Guru, "You saw the entire picture through my eyes. I was her neighbour, a young and a handsome gentleman called Prem."
The boy gave a smile and slowly hissed, "Guruji, In that life, as Prem, were you making a pass at me ?."

Thursday, December 4, 2008

Prem, The First PM!

An all party meeting has been called to discuss a serious issue. The Head of the country says that the law enforcement agencies, the education department and the health sector has lots of complaints. The law enforcement agencies says that the criminal cases due to one factor is mounting up steadily in the current year. Education department says that the same factor is responsible for destroying many a students' career. Health sector findings show that many symptoms or reasons for bad health can be traced to the same factor. Yes, its the four letter word L*O*V*E.

So the decision has been taken to form a separate ministry and put some experienced leader irrespective of the party, in charge of the same.

The economist from the south with his specs and his signature dhoti was not willing, "I know how to curb inflation. But not how to curb infatuation. I can try and stop the enemy from entering our home turfs, but the rush of love in the youth can't be checked that easily."

The fat bihari guy who always wanted some lucrative portfolio didn't find the portfolio attractive in any sense, "Na bhai Na. I have got many cases up my sleeve. But not many kisses on my cheek to qualify for this post. Ye mere bas ki baat nahi. With my sticks, I can control the buffaloes, not the cupid stuck youth."

Then all eyes fell upon the dark gentleman (is it the right word) representing the Karnataka Public who seemed to be fast asleep and may be thinking of his kumar and his future. He woke up and shouted, "No way. Love means losing a lot of sleep. And I cant do that. I don't want to suffer from Insomnia. Already I have lots of health problems. "

Next all looked at the old bachelor with some high expectations, who shook his head and hand very strongly. "Hum ne ab thak shaadi bhi nahi kiya. But still two ladies from two ends of the country have shook me very much in the past. I haven't come out of that shock. This chair is as good as a electric chair to me."

The Head of the state was very deeply worried and wanted to put his turban down in defeat. But a young man came forward to take up the challenge. Though he didn't have age to his advantage, his face showed that he understood the problems of the heart. The young boy knew how to control the rush of love or how to approach a cupid stuck youth. He has had sleepless nights. He was a bachelor but was deeply committed. Wow it was our hero, Prem.

All the elected leaders were willing to make him our first PM, Prem Minister

And The Award Goes To...

An award from Meira. A lovely Flower. Thank You very much. And the award comes with some rules.
1. Display the award on your home page
2. Award them to your favourite commentators.
3. Ask them to forward it to their favourite commentators.
And don't forget to link their page to their names.

So here are my favourite commentators.
1. PJ
2. Meira
3. Keshi
4. Cindrella

There are others like Jyothi, ASF, Wilfred, Srinivas and My Mother - Their comments are never visible on the page bcoz they call me or chat with me and let me know their opinions. But it still matters.

Prem Kahaniyas will continue... Keep encouraging Love in this world.

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

I Miss You

Simran was reading the Cinderella story before going to bed when suddenly she started missing her boyfriend Prem. Then Cinderella's Fairy godmother just jumped out of the book and presented Simran with a wrist watch. This watch is very special. No! It's not like that Mr India's watch that will make one disappear. Its not even the time travel watch that will take one back and forth the time zone. Its a Miss You Watch. The Fairy godmother explained the concept like a economy teacher would have explained the demand theory, "See. Whenever Prem misses you, this will give you a beep. The beep is directly related to Prem's heart. The more he misses you, the beep will be more in numbers. The less he misses you, the less would be the beep times." So saying, the fairy godmother vanished.

It is not usually before eight, that this disciplined girl wakes up. But that day, not only did she wake up at six but had the entire tenants in the building wake up at six. Thanks to her wrist watch that beeped and that too at a high pitch and didn't stop for five minutes. Simran gave a small smile to herself thinking that 'Instead of meditating on God, my boy is meditating on me....'

It was a crowded bus with no room to spread the legs. Somehow Simran was maintaining her balance. This was a daily routine for her which she had mastered and it was the only bus that took her to the destination - a beautiful place called office. Suddenly her wrist watch which she had kept in the hand bag started beeping. When it didn't stop after a few seconds, everyone got tense. When one said, 'It could be a bomb', others joined him in the hysteria. The whole bus was emptied in a minute. Then the beep stopped. After a brief search by the conductor, the bus started again and now Simran had got a seat. She wanted to thank Prem for missing her at that moment.

The whole morning was spent by Simran at office on making the presentation for the Aids Day Special. In the afternoon, she sat for the lunch in the cafeteria leaving the hand bag in her cabin. Her boss wanted to congratulate her on the presentation and came down to the cafeteria. Her boss was a person with a hypertension problem and gets irritated easily. When he was about to wish her, he heard a small beep. As everyone was listening, the beep became louder and louder. Now the boss got irritated and wanted to know the source of the sound. His Blood Pressure rose and like a sniffer dog he went in search of the sound. Simran prayed Prem to stop missing her, 'Prem, Why are you missing me know. If you feel like eating my hand made food, stop it you fool. I don't know to cook. You have to do it yourself.' The beeping stopped suddenly. Had the beep continued for a few further seconds, the sniffer dog...oops... the boss would have found the source.

Simran's evening was spent in giving a send off to a colleague. After the party she came back home and just throwing herself on the sofa switched on the television to find the beautiful movie called 'Before Sunrise' playing, where the boy and girl spent the night walking around the city and getting to know one another. Simran saw herself as the heroine and Prem as the hero. And Oops... The Beep started. Minutes passed... It didn't stop... An Hour Passed...It didn't stop... Oh God!.... Simran sensed it would not stop 'Before sunrise'.
So, she borrowed the keys of her room mate's vehicle and started towards the beach. She can't keep it. It will not allow her to have a peace of mind. Once there, she was about to throw the wrist watch into the sea, when suddenly a thought came to her and she asked, 'O Fairy God Mother, does this come with a silent mode cum vibrating alert.'

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Nothing Is Untrue

Prem always enjoyed to be on the railway platform. He loved the looks on the people waiting for the arriving train. A father's face said his thoughts , 'Son. I have sent you as a man to win a degree in engineers. Don't come back as a cartoon character and make me lose my reputation." A mother waiting impatiently for her married daughter who is coming alone for the first time, 'O God, If the train comes on time and in full shape, I promise you nuts... coconuts' , the taxi driver with a placard saying "Norman, Your Mother is waiting in the car"

But there was this young lady sitting alone. In a distance, her kid was playing train..train. Had it not been for that kid, Prem would have mistaken the married lady for a college going girl.
Prem was expecting his friend who was acting as a courier boy bringing some package and taking the responsibility of personally delivering the same. As there was still five to ten minutes, he decided to pass the time with this young boy.

Prem looked once at the lady who seemed to be lost in her thoughts and then at the kid, "Hi There. And this young boy is waiting for.... "
The boy with full zeal and still imitating the train, "My Dad.... You know, my dad is 6'3. But he can make himself small to the size of a grain."
Prem thought to himself, 'what a imagination', but encouraged the boy, "Really, your dad seems to be like Lord Krishna, who shows the Vishw Roop to Arjun and at the same time can reside in small stone like saaligram."

Still the lady was not interested. Prem ignored her and continued whiling away the time with the kid, "Where could be the train now ?"
The boy made all kinds of face and now the face enacted the expression of fear, "Now my dad's journey is through a dark tunnel that is too lengthy. Nearly a hour drive It is very dark inside the train."
Prem was surprised by the boy's talents, "Hmm. A hour in a tunnel. Make it another half an hour and you have got a full fledged horror movie. Now I am really scared. "

That made the boy continue his stories, "But my Dad will not be. He is very brave. No Knife can take blood out of him. He feels no pain...."
The lady just looked at her son once and then at the tracks for any signs of the train
Prem was really entertained by this kid, "Now. Let me guess what your father could be. A soldier guarding the borders.... "
The boy answered in a negative, "No he works on computers. You know it is not easy to deal with computers.... "
Prem agreed, "Yeah, you can ask a person to shut up. But a computer you can't. Even you cant shut it down properly when it behaves strangely and after some bagging of heads, you just go and switch off the mains.... Let me ask your dad for some tips."

The train made its entrance to the announcer's sweet voice and the boy started searching for his father. But his father was not to be found. But there was not a drop of anxiety on the lady's face. Prem's friend got down and before Prem could greet him, he saw the lady moving towards him. After greeting Prem's friend, she collected the package and then started departing from the platform with the kid. Prem wanted to know what was going on. The kid was crying out loud and the lady was dragging the boy forcefully. The kid was reluctant to leave the place and that too without his father. She didn't had any answers for the kid's questions of 'where is my dad?'

Prem was really confused. But after hearing his friend's explanation, he had tears in his eyes, " That woman's husband lost his life in a hit and run incident in US. Its only five years, that they have been married and most of the time he was away from home. That's his ashes in the package which I collected at the Bangalore airport."

Prem was silent for some time and remembered some of the boy's dialogues, '.....my dad is 6'3. But he can make himself small to the size of a grain.......Now my dad's journey is through a dark tunnel that is too lengthy.........No Knife can take blood out of him. He feels no pain...."
The boy was not at all lying about his father.

Saturday, November 22, 2008

Top Secret!

UK has Ministry of Magic, US has X-Files . Can India be left behind. No way. It has what is known as Anhonee Kendr set in the year 1947 itself and so popularly called as AK-47. It was set to assist the military by focusing on the paranormal, strange happenings and whatever else there is that is not normal.

On that fateful day, two of its members were at Prem's house. It looks like that they need him for their mission. One of them is a 60-year old with a white beard and spoke with the calmness that reminded Prem of Ravishankar. The other was a middle aged woman who was very strangely dressed and looked to have jumped out of a RGV movie. Does she have some dolls and needles and lemons in that dusty bag she carried thought Prem.

After explaining the organization and its functions for the nation, the old man who called himself Lateeq started highlighting on their contribution, "After studying some old manuscripts from Ashoka's time, we are in the process of giving anti gravity powers to our soldiers on the border. They can defy gravitational pull and throw them self at any enemy soldier at ease and without difficulty. what do you think?"
Prem found it hard to swallow, "I don't know much about gravity or its pull. All i know about gravity is what Einstein said, 'Gravity is not responsible for people falling in love'. I presume with your soldiers hopping around freely, it would look more like a zanier version of the crazy frog video rather than a war zone'

The lady who had a strange name to suit her, Dushareera began to tell her, "You know zombies. I have created an army of zombies who will guard our border all night and even a pin drop would alert them. So now there is less border-crossing happening at night. "
Prem was now sure what this witch did, "You use black magic for the advantage of the army?"
The lady laughed that matched a hyena's mating call and said, "No. There are many displaced call center employees because of the recession. They find it hard to stick to a day job and get a good night's sleep. So I have identified the best among them and placed them on the border. Now they have a good day's sleep and our soldiers a good night's sleep"
Prem questioned "Now do you know there are some who don't sleep in the day and can't get a sleep in the night.... That's the ...."
Dushareera was quick to understand and interrupted, "We can't hire them. They may be physically present, but mentally absent. Even if our base is bombed, they wouldn't be aware. "

This was an insult, thought Prem and so erupted "So what do you want from me?"
Both of them looked at each other and Lateeq came to the point , "Our soldiers sometimes act like High School children. They take leave on a monthly basis so as to see their dear and near ones. Now If that could be avoided, it would be a relief to the seniors."
Prem was still confused, "I don't get it. Where do I come into picture."
Dushareera spoke this time with a smile that told Prem to be careful, "From outer appearance, you look to be leading a joyful life without the pain of separation. But our sources say that your pain of separation is not that anyone can endure. Anyone else would have gone to depression by now. You have not broken down. So we need to study you so that we can make each and every soldier endure the pain of separation as easily as you do.... "
Prem was not willing for the same , "A guinea pig!!! Me!!! No way....." Saying so, he prepared to leave the scene.

But Lateeq caught hold of him and tied him down with his own fists and Prem found it hard to come out of that clutch. As he was trying to come out of the knot, Dushareera just injected him with a syringe. Prem cried out loudly from the pain, "No.... No..........".
When the syringe was pulled out, Prem saw the doctor advising his parents, "The fever seems to be very high.... I think he may have to be put to examination."
Prem thought to himself, "Am I hallucinating... Or did Dushareera really inject me...."

Thursday, November 20, 2008

A Heart Touching Story

One of the X-men seems to have escaped from the Xaviers Institute and reached Prem's locality. (for more information on X-Men and the series, click here). This mutant is gifted with the ability of erasing the entire memory of that special person or thing which is given a top priority in your heart by a simple touch of his palm on your heart.
Prem is on the run as it seems that this mutant is on his trail so as to erase his girlfriend Simran from Prem's memory permanently. Now who has given this mutant the Supari. Could it be his Dad...

Prem needed a hike and luckily he got one from the beautiful Mallika. The lady was all praise for the mutant as her husband had returned to his normal state. Her husband was a die hard fan of Katrina and her legs and his heart was always HOUSEFUL screening her images. After giving the morning respects to Lord Ram's sandals, his next ritual was to worship Katrina's Long legs. But on that fateful day, in his dream state, crooning along with his ipod, he sang Zara Zara Touch Me, Touch Me with full josh and closed eyes in front of this mutant. The mutant was really touched and so he laid his palm on the man's heart and completed his wish. And One Touch on the heart did all the trick. No more images of Katrina on the 70MM screen of his heart.
Prem grew paranoid thinking that Mallika may hand him over to the mutant and so he decided to change his route.

So he then stopped a children's van which was heading towards his place. Tomboy Sumana who sat next to the driver, had made this mutant her favorite uncle. It had a flashback too. There was this aged teacher in her class who hated children especially Sumana and in his heart always liked to whip her very hard. That day, as the mutant was passing by, he saw the teacher whipping Sumana with the cane, "Didn't I tell you to learn by heart, didn' I. What I did I tell you?" The mutant only heard the sir say 'By heart' and the child repeating it with a scared look, 'By Heart'. The mutant thought that the Sir was challenging the kid to touch the heart with that cane in hand and so he went ahead and just laid his palm on the teacher's heart and literally the teacher had a change of heart. All the hatred vanished. Now the entire school is known for kind hearted teachers who rarely scold the children thanks to Sumana and her mutant uncle.
Prem didn't like this news a bit and asked the driver to stop immediately. He decided to continue the journey on foot.

But unknown to him, the mutant was nearby at the temple, where the seer was giving a discourse on 'Identifying oneself with God'. The mutant had heard about this seer and was there to offer his salutations. He laid the gifts and the fruits down and bowing down, 'Is there more I can do ?'. The Seer just touched the heart with his hand expressing that he was content with whatever his devotees had to offer. The dumb mutant didn't get the point and just laid his palm on the Seer's heart and left the place. Only Lord Krishna was residing in the seer's heart and phoonk, it was gone. When one of the young devotees questioned the Seer , "Can you tell me how to identify Shri Krishna when he comes in front of me?", The Seer with pure innocence and complete ignorance looked at the devotee, "If you can't identify him, don't take it hard. He may be in a position to identify you and talk with you...". The answer had calmed the anxiety of the youngster. Everyone was full praise for the Seer and his Lord Krishna. But the next statement from the Seer made them drop their jaws, "BTW, which Krishna are you talking about. Is it the one who is contesting in the next election or someone you know ?"

Then when Prem was about to reach his home, there was the mutant, waiting for him near the Gates. Prem knew that running or begging would not be a good idea. In a split second, the Mutant was close to him and had already laid the hand on his heart. Prem just couldn't bear the thought of forgetting Simran and closed his eyes and cried out loud in pain, "Nooooo, Noooooo......". When he opened his eyes, he found not the palm of the mutant but the stethoscope of a doctor resting on his heart. The doctor was breaking the news of his illness to his parents, "He seems to have high fever. Take well care of him."

Prem just knocked on his heart to check if Simran was still there.....

Monday, November 17, 2008

A piece of advice

When someone falls ill in a village, all the people in the village becomes doctors - Some Proverb.

Prem found it true when he found himself having to make a choice between his family and Simran. It's not a easy matter. He didn't ask anyone for solutions, but solutions were coming from all sides.

The person who called himself a expert on such matters was giving his views over the radio at a very odd hour quoting from different sources, "Your parents and siblings will not be there for you till your final breath. Its your companion who will be there till the end. So choose carefully." Then he went on to give the ring finger and the chinese theory. Just then Prem's father entered the room and shouted , "Shut off that crap. Its nearly midnight. Otherwise I will have your ring finger chopped off"

Then there are some senior citizens who put their opinions on the newspaper. And when reading the morning newspaper, Prem's mother found these golden words and wanted Prem to imbibe the same. It went like this in Kannada, 'Muthu Kotavalu bandaga, Tutu Kotavala marayabeda' (Meaning, Dont forget the person who has feed your stomach and brain, when some person enters your life who will feed you with lots of love and kisses.). Prem's father who was reading the editorial session, "Trash. All you get to read in the newspaper is trash. These girls irrespective of their age feed you trash, my son"

Then there are friends who feel they have mastered this subject and so they go ahead with their priceless suggestions. Such one suggestion was given to Prem by his friend Sandeep, "They say, Don't put all the eggs in one basket. That applies to girlfriends also. Don't put all your affection in just one girlfriend. Diversification is definitely required. Go Ahead, my Boy. Make some more girlfriends ..." Prem didn't need his father to guide him on this occasion, "I am not looking for a profitable portfolio. I am looking for a merger which leads to some synergy."

As icing on the cake, there was a call, which said that each person was gifted with three beautiful things which helped them to make the choice. Prem was confused and with a quizzing look, "Roti, Kappad aur makaan?" The voice got irritated, "No, buddy. It's Heart, Head and the conscience. Listen to your conscience and make the correct decision." Now Prem wanted to know the source of the great voice which was advising him. The voice said, "OMG. Didn't you recognize me. This is a call from your conscience. I am the Voice of Your Conscience. Are you listening to me.... Hello........Hello...... Anybody Home."

Prem was still not able to listen to his conscience clearly. He definitely needed some help.

Friday, November 14, 2008

The Simulation

Prem had not much problem when it comes to decision making whether it be in the office or at home. But the problem was with his love life. Words from Simran echoed in his mind, "In any love, it is the boy who has to take the tough decision."

In Prem's office, they have installed a new simulation software that enables to tell how a system and its variables would behave in a uncertain future event and that too over a business cycle of around 8 years. Prem thought "Had there been such a simulation software to test whether a marriage could be successful or not". And Wow, this new software did not need inputs to be feed by the user, it just took it from his mind (Technology knew no bounds). So it took the variables from Prem's mind (that is Prem and Simran) and started the simulation technique to Prem's Surprise.

The simulation looked more like a Disney Cartoon Movie where the characters faces resembled some heroes'. Here it took the face of Prem and Simran from Prem's memory. The software placed the two variables Prem and Simran six months from the current time in their family roles. User Prem remembered him telling Simran of how their lifestyles differ, he rising early and being the one who doesn't like night outs. Always had the doubt whether Simran could adjust to the same. The software just read his brain waves and simulated such an environment.
Oh No! As he was viewing the result, Simran was still in bed even though it was 7.00 clock. As a user, Prem was able to control his behavior. So he decides to throw a bucket of water on Simran. And when he was ready with the bucket lifted, Simran who was pretending to be asleep suddenly rose. Prem just lost his feet and fell on ground with the bucket of water over his face.
Lets see where the girl is, at 7.00 PM, thought the user Prem. So he had the simulated Prem call Simran over her mobile from his office and what he hears over the mobile, loud music. Oh No! thought User Prem, she is at the Pub. Wait! Wait!. The mobile again rings. And when he sees his video mobile, he sees Simran standing in front of their home television with the News Channel showing the date and time. Earlier just to irritate Prem, she had put on the music system and stood next to it. Simran had a nice comment, "Feeling like Will Smith from I AM LEGEND where he races against time to be at home before sunset"

Lets move a bit forward. Prem belonging to the orthodox vegetarian family with traditional values wanted to know of how his girlfriend would stick around.
And so the time was set to six years from now. And now there were three variables. Prem created a new variable, a younger version of Simran, a five year old daughter. User Prem forced the simulated Prem to say something to the younger Simran when the latter wanted to visit her Mother's place, "No, Its a place of Cannibals who feed only on flesh and blood. They not only cut the head of the chicken, but also the cut of humans. They can't control themselves, when they see a huge knife. You can go. But better be careful." Simran calmly said "You can go to the other granny's place. They will make you wake up at 4.30 in the morning, have a cold bath. By six in the evening, you have to be at home and by eight in the bed. Go there.... It is somewhat like the boarding school your friend goes" But she was telling it in a very cool fashion that only brought a smile to Prem's face, "Let's stop the fairy tales"

User Prem now wanted to see how they would behave after The Seven Year Itch. The computer was just reading the mind and it showed an empty house and Simran packing her things and Prem packing his belongings and the younger version waiting at the gates. User Prem was really tensed up. OMG! Did his love fail. Ab Kya Kare? Then he saw that both Prem and Simran sat in the same Alto vehicle with the chubby younger Simran in the back seat who cried out loud, "Around India in 30 days," Now User Prem got the pulse of the situation. The dreams of both Prem and Simran was seeing the light of the day. Prem wanted to write a book and needed inspirations and Simran wanted to tour the entire India. Both of the dreams has come alive with this India tour during the vacation time.

As his job required, Prem was required to pass the software. And he did that with closed eyes

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

The Devil's Offer

Prem was really in a mood to interrogate the Almighty and get the answers to his questions. He had lost the serenity to accept things as they are neither did he had the courage to take things forward. It seems that he may have to lose Simran forever, which he was not ready to.

Looking up at the sky, he shouted "Why me? Why can't I have what I want?". Suddenly like a rocket, Prem got propelled forward up into the sky. Gravity had no more control over Prem. But half way, he got stopped on some top most floor of a high skyscraper where a secretary invited her, "Our CEO would see you in a minute." The secretary in her mini skirt and the other staff (all ladies) reminded him of the Kingfisher Calendar. 'Was he in Mallya's office', thought Prem.

The CEO was playing golf inside his cabin as Prem was showed into the office. Introduction from CEO left him speechless, "I am the devil. I heard you cursing my competitor and thought I could make you an offer." When Prem found it hard to believe that, CEO had his Secretary show him the complete Hell.

After the tour, the devil had Prem's attention. So he began his offer, "I am not God, who makes you wait for the rewards. I can give you Simran. But in exchange, I have to take something from you."
Prem was listening and just blinked his eye and so the Devil Continued, "All I will take from you is the love of your parents towards you."
Prem instantly found it disagreeable, "Love is a complete circle. I have learned to give love from my parents. If I am deceived of that love, what love can i give to Simran."
Devil with an evil grin, "You know what your favorite star SRK told in Baazigar, 'Kuch Pane keliye Kuch Khona bi Padtha Hain. Aur Jo Haar kar Jeetha Hain, Usko Baazigar kehthe hain."
Prem had seen the movie umpteen times, "And In the end, he neither had Kajor nor Shilpa..."

The Devil was not the one to be discouraged and continued, "Ok. Here is another offer. You can have Simran and enjoy the life with her. But You may have to forgo your ambition and goals in life. And have a decent life bereft of the excitements and challenges"
Prem couldn't believe this, "Your offers are hollow to me. Love is the backbone of Life. You can't break my back with that love and make me bend to you like that. My soul is not for sale."
Devil tried to explain, "I am asking you to be content with small things in life and lead a simple existence. You can sing together, 'Chota sa ghar, hain ye magar....'"
Prem, "Please don't sing. I presume this is one way by which you torture the hell's residents.. by your voice..... It's not about simple life... You want to kill my spirit... I want challenges and excitements and I want her support in that tough times... 'Tum dena saath mera o humnawa... Jab koi baath bigad jaye'"

Devil was very upset that he couldn't corrupt Prem's mind, "Let's do it in reverse. You give up her love and I will give you the best life where you can achieve your goals and ambitions."
This upset Prem and he was about to take the devil by its horns, "Giving up. Its not there in my dictionary..."
Devil interrupted, "Actually its not there in any dictionary. It's two words.."
Prem got infuriated, "Don't advice of what should I do to get Simran in Life. I will do what I can to have her in my life, if that means waiting till eternity.... "
Devil was not amused, "I am not running a consultancy firm to advice you. I am having package offers. There are many takers, if not you... And don't give a speech on love and spoil the minds of my followers" and he told his assistants, "Push this soul back to Earth and get me someone who has lost everything in the market crash. They are good candidates"

When Prem found himself back on earth, he was in the amusement park and that the roller coaster ride which he was enjoying with his friends had come to an end.

Saturday, November 8, 2008

Prem Kahani - Story of Prem

(The following story is a purely fictitious one and any resemblance to any scripts of any movie studio is co-incidence.)

Ash Taj Films were seeing some rough run in the past year. People always remembered their best ever hit Binbulaye, Dulhe Le Jayenga (Story of the girl planning to kidnap her lover who wants to stick to the tradition of marrying with Maa-Baap ki marzi). That story may have been inspired from Meera's blog. Looking for another comeback, they chanced upon Prem's story and picked it up. A final review was scheduled between the creative team and Prem .

Scriptwriter began with the scene where the love blooms, "As the love blooms in that room between the two friends, We will show it as a room in the house on that lonely road. All the roads are deserted as there is some violence erupted and both of them are forced to take shelter in that room and that is when love blooms."
This is what happens when a sixty year old scripts a modern day romance story, thought Prem as he said, "Its not the room as you think. It's a google chat room. And the roads were deserted not because there was some violence, but because it was the IPL Final Match. But two souls, myself and Simran, were least interested in this game and so we found solace in that chat room. I sat in front of the system at around ten in the morning and when we finished chatting, I found that time was still ten. I thought time had stood still especially for us. Only when my mother yelled at me from the kitchen, 'Turn off that damn system and come to dinner, will you?', did I realize that it was ten in the night"
The lyricist who was present there had a song ready, "Kambakth Pyar ko kya batha Waqt kya hoti hai. Usko tho do dilonse matlab hain"

The scriptwriter moved onto the scene where the girl proposes after they meet in the ice cream parlor, "The sweetness in the ice cream makes the heroine crave for sweetness in her life. She was not able to sleep. She calls the hero repeatedly and every time he picks up the phone, she feels shy to say those sacred three words. But finally she makes up her mind and just messages them over the mobile."
Prem wanted to shout at him for spoiling the entire proposal scene, but controlled himself and with a calm voice, "The sweetness in the ice cream didn't allow her to sleep because it increased her tooth ache. The tooth ache led to a swollen mouth after the doctor injected something and did a root canal. So she was not able to say those sacred words. So she messaged me... And she is not the kind who would call five or six times and just waste the currency without saying anything... Gimme a break...."
Editor who was present there said, "Yeah, its the right time to bring the interval on the screen and that too the word Interval would come as if typed on a mobile. Howz that?."

Post interval, the scriptwriter wanted the movie to move like this, "Prem is not able to convince his parents to accept the girl and so he becomes a modern day devdas. His end would be a classic. Like those tragic heroes, Prem just stands in front of the approaching train welcoming his death with both hands...."
Prem was totally pissed off. He held the scriptwriter by his collar and threatened with a very cold voice, "Abhe saaley, I would have you thrown on the same tracks, if you end my story like this on screen. I have not become devdas or anything like that. If I don't shave every two days, I would have to lose my job. If I booze and come home, I would have to sleep in the kennel meant for Bond, neighbor's dog. Our love has not diminished even a bit. On the contrary it has strengthened a lot. We haven't seen each other in the last three months. But still our love is still strong. I believe what Osho says, 'Don't fall in Love, Rise in Love'"

The scriptwriter was beaten blue by Prem in the presence of the entire team.
The Director was focusing on Prem as he walked out majestically and then focused on the scriptwriter who was lying on the ground in a very bad shape, "Now. This would be a perfect ending. A different one and the one no one has seen. Don't fall in Love, Rise in Love"

Thursday, November 6, 2008

The Curse of the Sage

(If u could travel back in time to change the past in order to change the future u would have already done so and therefore the changes would have resulted in the present that u now occupy)

Prem was so deeply lost in the thoughts of Simran, he didn't realize the time ticking. Hours passed and suddenly days. Eons passed in the same thought and that too in the reverse direction, without Prem's knowledge.

He was not in the Kali Yug, he was in the Dwapar Yug. He was sitting in front of a hut when a sage came to his hut and begged for alms. Prem didn't budge from his place. He was transfixed on the image of his girl. The Sage got angered by his behavior and sprinkling the holy water on the boy, prepared to curse.

"You dare to insult me. Do you know what happened to Shakunthala? She also ignored the great sage Durvas and invited his wrath which led to her beau forgetting completely her even when she was pregnant with his child."
This was a breaking news for Prem, "Shakunthala, that sweet girl who lives at 12th Street is pregnant. She has just completed her intermediate and preparing for the entrance exams. Don't pull my legs. "
The Sage's eyes grew red with anger "Moorkh, I am talking of Dushyanth's shakunthala."
As there was lightning and thunder to give some extra effects to the sage's anger, Prem misheard some words. "Kroor... Dushashan.... you mean .... O there must have been some agression...Poor Girl..."

Sage was really in the mood to spank the spoiled brat, "Leaving all your work, which Kanya were you dreaming of ?"
Prem still unaware of the age continued answering innocently, " Kanya... OMG. How can you use such a simple word to describe her. She is an apsara by the name Simran."
That was not a good word to use in front of this sage, "Shit... Shit...Shit. Don't take the name of apsaras in front of us. We hate apsaras. Since time immemorial they have been hindrance to our tapas. Rakshahas are better than them, only thing is that they have horns. Vishu fell for the maneka's charms and his plans of a parallel universe fell flat...."
Prem continued in a jovial mood, "Speed breakers installed by Indra. You seemed to be running a hate campaign against the Apsaras. By the way, what are you doing at my door step. Did my mother invite you ?"

The Sage was now becoming a burning coal, "Ghor Apmaan....We don't need invitation....Haven't you heard of Athithi Devo Bhava..... What is your mind thinking of ?"
Prem again went to a trance, "Yeah...There are many who come without invitation... Like my girlfriend Simran... Without invitation she comes into my mind and without even saying a goodbye she moves out. My mind has become more like the local coffee shop for her, entering and exiting at her own will.... I am thinking of her and her alone...."

The Sage had too much. He just took some water or whatever it was from his kamandal and sprayed it on Prem cursing him, "Now... The girl you are thinking for ... you will only be able to think of... not able to do nothing more than that....."

As the water fell on his eyes, Prem got awakened and saw his mother with the water bottle.
He then questioned himself, "Was what he had seen real. Had he experienced some quantum leap. Had the curse taken effect. Had he gone to the distant past and changed his present which he now occupied"

(If the curse has come real, then he has to look for a cure. Any cure for the same. Shaap Vimochan, any one please)

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Looking for an answer

King Vikramaditya was tired of the daily routine of piggybacking the bethal from his tree house to the graveyard. He was looking for a change and had updated his resume on Naukri and Monster job sites. He had one such interview call from a call center where his job would be to transport the telecallers from the office to their homes, that too at around midnight. Not much difference in the job profile. He didn't knew whom to hand over the charge of transportation of this bethal character for the day. Luckily Prem came forward.

Unlike the valiant Vikram who always carried the branded sword, Prem preferred to use the long knife carried by the local rowdies at Kalasipalyam(Bangalore hot spot). And apt for the moment he had let his hair down and wore some torn out jeans and a t-shirt with strange symbols. And the bethal to his surprise looked more like the dementor character from the Harry Potter Series.

Piggybacking the bethal character, Prem began his journey on that dark street bereft of any street lights. To lead him, Prem had brought his neighbour's dog, a ferocious doberman named Bond. It seemed that the bethal character was a bit terrorised by the dog.

But showing a fearless face, The Bethal in his usual fashion threatened Prem, "I am going to tell you a story, at the end of which I will put a question to you. If you fail to answer the question, I will have your skull smashed to thousand pieces". Prem hated such threats and the way bethal spoke remembered him of his father and his threats, "These types of half-baked threats will not work with me. I am not Vikrama and I don't want to listen to your silly third standard moral stories. Let's have a role reversal. I will tell you a story and put a question. If you answer improperly, I will not take you to the cemetery.... " Bhetal was happy on hearing this. But the continuation part really hit him hard, "... Rather have you buried here itself and let the dog devour you to pieces and eat your bones".

Thus began Prem's story, "Long Long ago, there lived a princess in a beautiful city of Mangalapura called Deepika. Like Rapunzel, she sang at a high pitch from the top of the tower overlooking the entire city ... " Bethal interrupted, "And who is Rapunzel ?"
Prem didn't like interruptions, "Its a fairy tale character. I have the fairy tales downloaded on my system. I will give them to you later. You can read them at leisure either inside the cemetery if you are feeling cold or hanging upside down from the tree if you are feeling hot."

Prem continued the story, "Her voice traveled in the air and was heard in a distant place by a book keeper. The book keeper worked for the royal palace of Surapura. No one else heard that voice except the book keeper who went by the name Indra. Thus grew a friendship which turned into a sweet relationship. Under the cupid's influence, the book keeper turned into a poet overnight. Like kalidas, he started playing with words. One day his talent was discovered by the king and thereafter he became one of the gems in the King's court.
As the relationship grew, his creations became better and he was his own competition as there were no opponents for him in the three worlds. The king began to shower on him praises and titles and gifts. At the same time, King also had made it very clear that if the quality of the poems came down, he would have the book keeper hanged."
Bethal who had his one eye on the dog had to comment, "Love is so stupid. But It is an important catharsis. A person who was living in the numerical world was now transformed to the world of dreams and illusions "

Prem was surprised by this remark, "U heartless fellow, How do you know so much about Love. Do any lovers meet and exchange sweet nothings under that tree of yours in the evening hours.?" He didn't wait for an answer
"So this went on for some time as seasons changed. Then one day, the princess questioned the poet, 'It's only when I wish to communicate with you, that you can listen to me. So, if one day, I stop talking with you, what would happen to you.' The poet was really at loss of words. He was not prepared for the same and didn't knew how to answer.
Now comes my question, If the princess were to do as she says, what would happen to the poet. Will he be able to continue writing poems, banking on the inspiration he had still now, and that too as good as earlier if not better and win rewards from the king. Or will he lose his talent the minute the princess departs him and thus lose his head also."

The question had the bethal looking for his head so as to scratch it. Prem didnt want to give too much time and like in any game show started the countdown, "10... 9...8...7..."
"Wait... Wait...", announced Bethal, "If I am not able to answer, there are lots of my fans who will be willing to try." Looking at the computer screen, the Bethal continued, "There are two options...
A) The poet will die as soon as the princess goes away from his life. He may die because of separation or because of hanging.
B) The poet will continue and will write still better. If earlier he wrote on love, later he will write on separation
If your answer is A, SMS A TO 14369
If your answer is B, SMS B TO 14369..."
Thus saying so and catching on the momentary lapse of attention of Prem, Bethal started his flight back to his tree house. When questioned as to why he was returning to the tree house, "Network is better available over there..." came the witty reply.

Prem was not like Vikram to give him a hot chase. Rather, he just ordered the doberman, "Bond, go get him" Thus Bethal had to run for his dear life....
(But reader tell me what is you answer and kindly let me know the reasons.)

Sunday, November 2, 2008

Driving Miss Simran

Simran was having her driving classes. It seems that the dark brown color of the car regularly used by the driving school didn't fancy her. So for that day and for a change, she had got the Golden colored Alto from her colleague Vishaka. Her mentor Manohar was of the type who believed that ladies fingers were better suited for the kitchen accessories rather than the steering wheels. He didn't like switching of the car strategy. 'Ambassador Ghoomne keliye, Maruthi Marne keliye' was his standard dialog.

Thus started the driving class. Simran was very unpredictable. For the driving class, she had worn a saree ("Today is Friday. I expect him to take me to the temple"). Seated in the backseat was a old lady of sixty years who wanted to learn driving because her NRI son had promised to take her abroad (The mentor tried to discourage her, "You would be going in a plane, not in car"). Seeing this saree clad lady, the old lady looked it as a good alliance for her son.

A question popped out of the old mind, "Don't you wear modern dresses?". Simran with a smile, "Occasionally...". The lady got a smile on her face. But that was short lived, when Simran completed the sentence, " Occasionally do i wear traditional dresses. I always wear modern dresses." The mentor suddenly warned, "Watch for that Pothole over there" But before Simran could react, she had put the car into the pothole. The mentor with a stern face, "Please watch the road above. Its not like cooking where you can do the talking and cooking at the same time." Simran wanted to smash the mentor's face with left-over tomatoes and potatos.

But the old lady couldn't stop "What Kind of a boy are you looking for ?" Simran thought for some time, keeping her eyes on the road, and said "Six feet tall and should take me to picnic once a month". She was kicking on the accelerator and the car was speeding down the road. The old lady, "My Boy is too six feet and goes on a business trip once in a month. Suits You Well." The mentor had to break the conversation, "Would you mind showing mercy on the accelerator. Stop pressing it hard. When walking down the road, you keep your blessed feet down on the planet earth so gently and lightly. Can't you follow the same when stepping on the accelerator. And why is the hurry, anyway. Drive as slowly, as you get ready for any important function." Simran felt like kicking the mentor rather than the accelerator.

The old lady needed to close the marriage deal then and there itself. She took the photograph of her son and placed it on the lap of Simran. At the same time, her mentor gave instructions to overtake a lorry. The boy was charming enough to turn Simran's head and so the steering wheel turned in the wrong direction, as she momentarily lost her attention. The mentor shrieked out loudly, "I said to overtake from the other side, not from the wrong side. You young girls always go the wrong way irrespective of what the elders say" Now the vehicle was not on the main road and there was a river on one side. Simran had lost control and found the car striding down into the river.

The fun of the entire incident was that Simran jumped out of the vehicle and was safe on the banks. Where was the mentor? The mentor was in the waters fully drenched and was cursing Simran and the entire womanhood. Simran thought that the scum was getting a well-deserved bath. Where is the old lady ? They looked at the car and in the river. She was not there and it made them anxious. Suddenly the old lady sneaked from behind and asked Simran, "Do you like my boy ?"

Before Simran could answer, Vishaka was on the mobile inquiring of her golden chariot. And Simran in a very soothing tone, "Its in a good shape. I have just brought it for a free car wash."

Friday, October 31, 2008

The Odd Couple

'Welcome to Campus Radio' went the sweet voice of Sanjana. This was the radio whose limits was restricted to the campus of the prestigious institute and run by the third year students. Every day her program interviewed some old student of the college. Today it was Prem. As per Sanjana, Being in the college for more than four years made the students expert in various fields like college life, love, etc etc.

Hmmm. A first year student Anil had this confusion in mind of his girlfriend's behavior which he expressed over the call to the expert of the day, Prem "She is a quarrelsome person. She is ready for a fight at the drop of the hat. She doesn't even spare the milkman. The milkman got delayed and my Ankita had this sarcastic remark, 'If I knew you would be so late, I would have asked to bring the Tea itself.' The milkman got irritated 'I am a milkman, not a supplier in any hotel' and then a scene erupted.'
Prem consoled, "Its not only her. Many people, if they don't have their morning cup of tea on time, they would get irritated in the same fashion."
Sanjana backed it up, "If I don't get my cup of tea on time, there are chances that I would set the canteen on fire. So Campus Canteen Caretakers, If you are listening, Have a Fire Exit done at the earliest."

Prem thought that Anil was simply seeing a problem. But Anil Continued, "No... No... It doesn't stop there. The last day, she fought with her classmate, who pointed out some errors in her paper and suggested changes. And my Ankita behaved very very rudely 'Did I ask you to review my paper and give your opinion. Tomorrow, after my marriage, you will peep into my bedroom and tell me where I went wrong.' That girl lost her control and the fight that ensued afterwards really deserves to be censored."
Sanjana interrupted "If you wish, You can continue. There are no kids here. And we are enjoying Aren't we Listeners?".

Anil didn't give any chance for Prem to speak, "She even doesn't spare her parents. Her parent's wish is that she comes to the home at least once a week. The home is just 80 Kilometers away. She rarely visits once a month and has this beautiful answer, 'I had asked Vijay Mallya to start a special Kingfisher service from my college town to my hometown. But because of cost cutting exercises, he has his hands tied up'. And then her mother starts the 'respecting elders' talk and she goes overboard."
Sanjana again with the RJ enthusiasm 'There are no kids here and we don't need elders to tell us what we are to do. That is Campus Life, Babu Mushayir"

Prem had only one question, "Did she ever act like that with you." Anil was quick to reply, "Not once in the last eight months."
Prem thought for a while and said, "Anil, You seemed to be seeing only the imperfections. Beyond those imperfections is a perfect girl. She is a disciplined girl who likes to have her tea on time. She likes none to poke their nose into her lives whether it be her paper or her bedroom. She wants to be independent and take her own decisions. You on the other hand, I believe, is the one, who would not raise a voice, even when your house is burnt down. Don't worry too much."

Sanjana signed off in her own fashion, "Mr Anil. Don't be a moral police. Be cool as Mr Gautham Buddha and take well care of your Phoolan Devi. "

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

The saree effect

To make its staff more creative and to reduce work stress, the management has organized some creative courses. And Prem got himself registered for the drawing class.
That day, he found himself sitting next to Sharanya. The drawing teacher was saying how a simple thing like 'Aakash' or Sky could be beautifully painted if seen from the inner eyes.

Sharanya slowly hissed into his ears, "I have news for you". This was her favourite line. If there were any special happenings in the office, she was the first to know it. Before a husband could know that his wife had delivered a baby boy, the entire office knew it and congratulated him, thanks to Sharanya. Before any gentleman in the office could give a love letter to his female colleague, he got a good slap. Such was her talent. Prem was worried as to what was waiting for him.

But Sharanya had something sweet for Prem, "Your Girlfriend Simran wore a saree to the office, yesterday" Prem's facial expression had changed and Sharanya had completely captured his attention and she continued "Green Color. And all the girls in her office were then taken over by the Green-Eyed monster as she had turned many a boy's head on that day"

Prem was now imagining Simran through his inner eyes, when the teacher interrupted and asked him, "How would you like to color the sky?" Prem without thinking twice "Green" Teacher was not the one to accept the answer easily, "And may i know the reason". Prem found himself searching for a answer, "Arr.... Ahhh..... Bhoomi (Earth) is fresh green. Seeing it, Aakash (Sky) fell in love with her. It forgot about itself and filled its mind and soul with Bhoomi and hence it is green". Teacher didn't buy the answer and continued with the universally-accepted blue color.

Prem was impatient and wanted to hear more. And Sharanya perfectly knew how to increase the madness. She was showing him a full fledged movie right out there. Like those commercial breaks which interrupt the flow of the movie on the small screen, so did the teacher, "The sky is described in various manner. Some say it is a board on which many secrets and fates are written. Some say it is a blanket covering the heavens above. And how does Prem explain it." Prem was now in a poetic mood and described "It is the pallu of her saree which is flying high and above and covering the shy face of Aakash." Teacher was enjoying this session, "If it is a saree, then it must be Draupadi's never ending one which Dushashan tried to pull that day and now the same is flying high in sky."

Prem now yearned to see her and he wanted to see her immediately. Sharanya was waiting for this moment as she had the photo captured in her mobile. But she was not willing to show it unless her senior Prem sanctioned her leave application. She strongly believed in the Jokers statement from the Dark Knight Movie, 'If you are good at something, don't do it for free'

Prem blindly did so and now the picture of Simran, in that designer saree was right there in front of his eyes on that small mobile screen. The teacher had also completed his scenetic picture of the sky and the sea shore and asked the class , "How is the picture?". Prem was unaware of what was going on but answered, "It's so beautiful that I would like to put on a slow romantic number and dance with her for the whole night on that seashore and under that blue sky of yours. Me and her alone"

The whole class turned towards him. Sharanya was giggling. Then the teacher looked at the organizer who was sitting in the last bench, "It seems that work stress has grown on some. Its better you also conduct some counseling sessions"
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