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6th December, 2004, 6.20AM

Sashi is reluctant and little tensed to attend to his phone call at this unusual time. It stopped ringing, when he reached to it. It was his father, who called him after a bad sleep, worrying about his innocent son and dreaming that all the girls in the world are after Sashi, trying to trap him, but he doesn’t know, for what exactly, they are after his son. Sashi calls his father back. His father, with not-so-happy voice, receives the call and inquires about the last night call. Sashi, who is not prepared to lie, mumbles for a moment and says, that was just his colleague and they were discussing about some problem. Sashi’s father, who is not so stupid to believe all he said, tells him, ‘I know what it is. Listen, I will never approve anything of this sort. But you can continue, if you don’t want to care for us.’ Sashi is shocked, but happy for he expected much more intense scene when his father gets to know about this. From then on, his father takes 1-hour brain wash session, every time Sashi goes home. With this, the super-sharp and witty Sashi, has lost his charm and is always worried with something or the other. He could only enjoy the office hours where he will not get time to think of his father or Pranathi. In the night, he will talk to his father first to make sure that he will not call again while he talks to Pranathi.

All the while, he only knows that he is not happy at all as one in love should be. He calls Pranathi, just because he thinks, he should. He feels, he is responsible to make her happy for once he felt, he loved her and confessed the same to her. He fears, backing away at this moment will make him look down at himself. He is not able to revive the excitement, he felt when he saw her for the first time.

On the contrary, Pranathi feels being love makes her stronger and happier. She thinks, love is a booster and she could do anything. It really shows on her. From the day, she found herself in love, she turned talkative and friendly with all around, though she had once been tagged reticent and closemouthed. She is doing everything with so much ease and at times, she is self-surprised. Her friends suspect that it is not Pranathi but someone else. Every day, she wakes up with a good feeling of being better than yesterday. Specially, when she found herself mistaken for the presumptions she made about her own parents. She thought, they were dogmatic and unfriendly and don’t even allow her to make her own hair style, for which she is so fascinated. But recently with her freedom and choice retained to herself, she understands that they aren’t any orthodox kind, but just had been parents with usual protective nature with teenagers.

She thanks Sashi, because of whom, she gets to know how beautiful life is. She decides never to hurt him not just because she is in love with him, but for some special feeling which she would have, even if she isn't in love with him.

Author's note: Chaitanya and Nashi, both of you wrote very well. I don't want to keep your comments in the back page, I will use them soon in this story (as is) with your courtesy. Santhi, I am happy and lil' shy to know that you do read my posts.

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5th December, 2004, Bangalore.

Sashi is not able to concentrate on his work after two days of leave. He did not get a minute for himself as he is unconsciously thinking of Pranathi all the time. All things like brushing, bathing are done with his mind absent. He is getting more and more tensed everyday as Pranathi’s parents are trying to get her married and even in Sashi’s house, there is very least possibility, he could confess about his love and ask them for help. His father even suspected Sashi when he had gone home last time for he was always stuck to his mobile and really spent very very less time with his parents.

He is worried for he has to act fast. Otherwise he may have to pay the price of forgetting his beloved and marry someone his parents will decide. The thought of getting apart from Pranathi brought tears into his eyes. He thought, he is not supposed to weep as he was told all the time that girls will only do wet their cheeks. He wanted to go back to everybody who told him so and give that glare which his father would give him every time he lies. He starts thinking profoundly about equality for rights of emotion. After spending considerable time, he laughs at himself and again he is down.

When he gets back to his room from Office, he is on phone with his sweetheart talking about nice weather in the city and she explaining about those black-white-yellowish birds in the garden. She says that she is afraid of those birds, though they look very beautiful because she suspects that these birds listen to everything she talks with him and one day they would blackmail her for a high ransom and would unfold all her secrets to her father,if she can’t pay them well. Sashi laughs listening to her story, not knowing that his father has been trying to call him from half-an-hour without a pause.

Author's Note: I am not any psycho but want to make this story as complex as possible and get them out of troubles when it will be expected to be impossible. Experienced and imaginary ideas of love problems are welcome.

Wall

Sneaked out of my routine work which is somebody's important work. I am here again to blabber. This time it is about my wall of resistance against change of opinions, which poses to be strong but keeps falling under circumstances.

When I read R.K.Narayan, I thought he is the best and no one else can be better. I was with this assumption till I read Wodehouse and I thought 'I was wrong for the first time but will not be so again. Wodehouse is better than the best'. I made it clear to myself that Plum is my fav.

When snort told me to read Tolstoy, I said -- 'I will read. but I am sure he will not be better than Plum'. Snort lent me his book(War and Peace). I opened it with strong determination not to fall into Tolstoy's spell and I read few chapters as I would read something not of my sort. Everything looked chaos. I thought he is someone who gets pleasure of showing females either too innocent, stupid and religious or too shrewd and sly or always complaining. When I moved onto the later chapters, I don't know exactly when., but caught myself growing fond of this maestro. Evidently, the wall of resistance cracked again and needs some repair, which I would do reading more of Tolstoy.

Each time my wall cracks, it is not that my previous favourite is not favourite anymore. It is just an inclusion of new one. While R.K.Narayan smiles and pats me up for tragedies of my life saying "It happens..", Wodehouse tickles me off to laugh at my own follies and Tolstoy keeps me close to reality with his quips, when I get quixotic to achieve perfection.

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Preface:
This seems to be a love story with usual filmy troubles with parents. It happens when somebody never in love starts writing love stories. Anyways, it is a good thing, we can certainly give it a happy ending making the characters of Pranathi and Sashi little bold and smart. Are you guys ready?

December 3rd, 2004. Hyderabad.

Pranathi wakes up like a spring and sits on the bed with her knees folded. It is just the alarm sound and she feels a time bomb is going to blast, whenever she hears that. It is 8:30 in the morning. She starts rubbing her eyes. She opens her eyes to find Surya sitting with her. She smiles at him, to get a smile in reply. Surya gives her a chocolate and says "Happy Birthday Akka". She is overjoyed with his brotherly love. She kisses him on his forehead and Surya runs out of her room. She feels the urge to call Sashi, Starts searching for her mobile mumbling 'poor Sashi, papam. He does not know my parents. He does not know it is impossible to have cake cutting at midnight. Was I rude at him?’ She rewinds the conversation she had at 0 hrs on her birthday. She finds her mobile under the pillow. She checks the list of received calls. ‘One hour twenty minutes!! Papam how many people might have tried calling!! Sashi is very caring and now it is Surya.’ She is about to press the call button, but stops as she hears her mom calling. She replies ’Coming amma..’ Then she runs into the hall, deleting the last entry in the received calls.

‘Happy Birthday ra, Chinni’ her dad wishes peeping his head out of newspaper. And he is sunk again into the newspaper. She walks into the kitchen where her mom stood cooking something, and asks ’Entamma?’. They exchange smiles filled with loads of affection. Her mother gives a polythene cover caressing Pranathi’s hair. Pranathi is all smiles seeing the new iPod pack in that cover. She looks into her mom’s eyes and thanks without saying a word. ’We both shared the price from our salaries. You got some courier, it is there on the TV'. Pranathi walks half the distance looking at her mom. When she reaches the TV, she finds a gift pack rolled in pearl white paper and decorated with red satin ribbon, having no note on it. She takes that into her room and closes the door behind her. She opens the pack to find 21 similar looking blood red roses, neatly tied and kept in white satin cloth with a note, which says, ‘Many Many Happy Returns of the day, Jaan.’ She smiles as tears rolled over her cheeks and settled on a lucky rose.

Chori mein bhi hain mazaa!

Hot news! I had stolen something precious, atleast for few of you. I didn't remember, how and when I did it. I saw it again yesterday when I was re-reading my old mails.

It was the most awaited post of Yasaswi which is not yet finished and so not published. I pestered him to show me the post when he was working on it. He showed me the unfinished post. I didn't know, how I got the chance to pinch it. But now, I see this as a mail attachment. Now the problem is, do you think, it is OK if I post it here as it is? I feel proud to have something written by him in my blog like his comments. I have already decided to continue the story and post it here soon. Otherwise I will post the original here, then we all can continue it in our own style to be co-authored. What do you say? Does anybody(Nash, Soumy and Rakesh) here to offend this idea? Tell me. I will not post if it is not OK for you.

My best teacher

If I am something today, you are the reason.

You taught me the magic of numbers and
fun in geometry, when I had given up hopes on myself.

You taught me about question tags and story writing
when I used to sit tongue tied in my English class.

You hugged me and lifted me up even when I wasn't so good,
when all others used to batter me for the best.

I know, I can never pay you back for all that you did.
I suppose, Teachers are made to keep their pupil in debt.

Born out of evening talk

Yes, I decided(almost) not to marry but it doesn't infer that I'm going to be a nun and serve the society or the country.

Though I have the sense to spread smiles on the faces deserved, I admit that, it may not be going to be with the same enthusiasm when I'll be 40 years old. But I will do the best I can, as it is not something I learnt in a day or two. I was not a rich city kid and so I knew the pleasure in making others happy and I also remember, how some people made me happy. I didn't care when somebody doubts my sustainability (as it is used by the person. I haven't got any other word with such an exact meaning). Later, I thought why should I be sustainable when it is the wave to be passed on to the younger generations. With this, I don't mean that I have a reason to quit, but if I am too weak to hold it, I will have no other option.

I wish, the people who will be ready with a pail of water, to pour on the plans laid by small brains(as they suppose) will get out of their lay-back attitude and the people who think, it cannot make a difference, will see the difference.

PS: It is certainly not to influence anybody.

Blind date

She is all agog about her first blind date. 10 minutes more for the time of the tryst, she will be meeting the person she heard so much about from their common friend. She is not a bit of frightened about this meeting as she is very confident of her guardian angels and they will take care of her.

10 minutes to go! she is strolling to the corner of the road for a bouquet of flowers and while she is taking turn a school boy with open lunch box, hit her and the boy's favorite gazpacho spilled over her favorite blue dress. She is disappointed and the boy is very very disappointed. This boy started weeping for his spilt gazpacho.

Her "about_to_slap" mood is magically changed to "it_is_ok_boy" and to even "let_me_buy_you_gazpacho" by seeing those rich looking flowers in the kiosk named 'Flower Showers" and in small case "specialty of Kew garden flowers". She took out the tissues from her world_in_a_pouch kind of bag and cleaned her dress. She convinced herself that her date-mate will not give up just because she had gazpacho smears on her dress. She bought a bouquet of red roses and gazpacho for the boy from the shop next door. The boy thanked her and started eating it.

Then entered a beastly man, looking like a simian hurry in hunting , jostled through them, her(or is it she?) and the boy. This time the boy is careful enough not to spill his gazpacho or whatever grass he is eating. This simian looking man is asking the boys in the shop in his baritone for a bouquet of lilies in whatever color one can see. She muttered.. "Roadside Rogues..Don't even know, to say sorry." She looked at her watch and recognized that she is already late by 4 minutes 36 seconds. She quickly took leave from the boy and rushed to the restaurant where they have to meet.

She took a table not completely in the corner but the one, near the window. Every thing around her looked exceptionally beautiful and she is in the air passing her tensest moments. She took out a small scribble pad and started writing out her feelings so that she will not forget the minute details of her first date which can make a comparatively good poem and can increase the opus number of her poetry, to which her father promised to publish as a book sometime soon. Moreover, she can read it out if they are engaged to get married. This is her prime motive. She wrote..

Tensed as deuce, waiting for you.
Are you on the way, thinking of me?
Or did you stop at the door to find me out?

and she raised her head if the third line is true by chance. By the same chance, there is this simian looking man, at the door waiting for the nod of his blind date and join her. He is coming towards her and he came. He introduced himself as Mr. A and asked her if she is Miss A. She started sweating with horripilation and managed to say that she is not Miss A and she is Miss B waiting for Mr B. He moved away to the next table apologizing her.

Everything that looked exceptionally beautiful a minute ago, now seemed to be shattered and windows closed and letters on her scribble pad floated away. she felt the fug weather in place of cool breeze. She impatiently looked at her watch for 3 or 4 times as if she was waiting there from 2 hours and absconded the place.

Now, blaming her guardian angels if there is any fifth column in them, trying to link her life with simians and beasts, she turned the corner, there, sat this gazpacho boy and she gave the bouquet to that boy thinking that this wouldn't help her to cheer her shattered spirits. The boy thanked her again and she walked away thinking this is a common failure in everybody's salad days.

When she turned back recognizing a familiar voice, the simian looking man is saying to the gazpacho boy "I am sorry. My boy., I couldn't find your mom, who can cook you gazpachos everyday! Let's go!" and the boy replied "Don't worry dad! I found someone, who is kind enough to buy me gazpachos. There she is! She gave me these flowers too. Try if you can click your luck." When he is about to look into the direction his son showed, she turned away and is walking briskly so that he won't stop her to click his luck.

When I have to tie up with aliens..

No. I'm not talking about the arranged marriage.

It's about the project, I am unexpectedly involved in. I am happy as I aspire, this project would accomplish my responsibilities in a better way. But, the problem is more than half my mates are new and half the rest are the people, whom I can't tag with "I like" or "I don't like". There is only one person I am comfortable with, which is of no use because of the policies being Clarity, Mutual Trust, Confidentiality and Respect for all. So I cannot grouch about my fears. I just have to get along with all 'I like's, 'I don't like's and even with the third kind for a good cause.

Responsibility, Platform, Selfish, Change, Learn and few more (which I forgot already. This is the problem being humans. We forget so easy.) These are the driving forces which brought us into the team.

For you, it would have been little cryptic, but will not be for long, as we, the team decided to keep it confidential till the first milestone. I wish all the success to the team.