The SMART Phone....

Ronny got a mobile phone as gift from his father on his 18^th Birthday.

Ronny: Finally I got you. Woww you are so cooooll!!

Ronny’s Mobile Phone (RMP): What? Cool?? You know what I am the hottest selling phone in the market…I am HOT!!

Ronny: OK…OK…You are HOT!! But not as Hot as my Girlfriend Tina!! I am going to call her and this is going to be my first call through a mobile phone.

RMP: Why you are wasting time in talking to her?  You can talk to me and also play with me….trust me I am more fun than your girlfriend and I will talk only when you want to talk.

Ronny: You can’t replace her. She is a human being. She has emotions and has lovely smile.

RMP: So what…I can express more effectively than her. I am loaded with expressive emoticons & smileys. You can use my pad and with the help of symbols, alphabets & numbers you can make likelihood of faces which even your HOT girlfriend can’t make. And see you are the master in real with me, you can make me express the way you like. Again I am better than your Girlfriend.

Ronny: But I want to marry her, in future she is going to be my lovely Wify!!

RMP: See you can use my Wi-Fi, this will be quite faster and helpful in your daily life compared to your Wify!!

Ronny: But you know what she is smart in fact smartest of all girls I have ever met.

RMP: WTF, but you must know I am SMART phone by default that is what everyone call me.

Ronny: Hey mind your language? What do you think WTF means?

RMP: “Well That’s Fantastic”….that is what it means…isn’t it??

Ronny: Yeaahhhh…I know you are SMART! Anyways me & Tina are about to go to city park to see some migrant birds. You wanna go?

RMP: Tina & I……

Ronny; What????

RMP: Its Tina & I. Me & Tina is not proper grammar dude. See I can make you teach proper English also…and better play Angry Birds in my Gaming Zone…they are far better than Migrant Birds….what’ say?

Ronny: You are right its Tina & I, because you are no longer invited. And I love Migrant Birds because they are not Angry!!

RMP is in switched off mode now!! Ronny is back to life.

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda

Sound of Life.........

Riddhima & Siddhi are best friends. Both belong to a small town from Uttar Pradesh. Both were academically sound and ultimately established themselves as super working girls of Gen X at Delhi. Riddhima works with an IT firm as program analyst & Siddhi with a law firm dealing with criminal cases.  Riddhima is a girl with happy go lucky attitude on the other hand Siddhi used to see even comedy serials very seriously and she is also quite proud of her high IQ which she proved in solving some critical murder cases and even than they are best friends and use to take care of each other very well, though some of the other common friends are not comfortable with the attitude of Siddhi and her boasting of her problem solving brain and solved case stories especially about the famous case where a model was killed in a pub at Delhi which she narrate in almost every get together. She was quite far away from living light moments. Everything is serious matter for her in fact Laughter and Siddhi had never come across each other.

It was a Friday afternoon and both decided to visit one of the friend’s farmhouses in Chandigarh in the weekend. Siddhi’s office was closed and she was supposed to carry the luggage and pick Riddhima from her office in the evening. Suddenly doorbell rang, Riddhima was there and was looking quite tired.

“Hey what happened? You look so tired & sick.” Siddhi Asked

 “It’s fever, my whole body is paining, may be its viral, my office is full of sick employees as of now. Sorry but we have to cancel the plan, else you want you can go with others” Riddhima replied.

“No it’s OK. It will be no fun without you. You take rest” Siddhi told.

In no time Riddhima was in deep sleep with her favorite Denon AH-D7100 earphone from the collection of awesome earphones she has on her head attached to her iPhone. Siddhi knows that Riddhima sleeps putting this particular earphone on with her favorite songs playing on her iPhone only when she is sick or stressed and want to cut off from the real world. She closed the door and started working on a new case in drawing room. After some time she also fell asleep. The doorbell rang once again, she wake up in a hurry and saw the Aunty who stays in the same apartment standing there.

“Arre Siddhi there is courier for Riddhima, please hand it over to her” She told.

 “Thank you Aunty, actually I was in deep sleep and Riddhima is not well and also sleeping and may be electricity was not there so might be doorbell was not working or and also can’t hear knock on the door may be because of deep sleep” Siddhi told.

Siddhi than realized that she slept for 5 hours and it is 6:30 pm. She went to see Riddhima, she was still sleeping with her earphone on. Siddhi put the courier which is a packet on the side table and closed the door. She moved to kitchen and cooked the dinner as she thought to have dinner early and sleep though she slept for 5 hours in the afternoon. After 1 hour of cooking and 2 hour of watching comedy serials and some news with full concentration she went to see Riddhima, she was still sleeping with her earphone on. Siddhi was a bit worried now. She switched on all the lights and checked that Ridhhima was not having fever. She tried to wake her up but all in vain. She checked her iPhone, it was switched off. She put her earphone away but Riddhima didn’t responded. Suddenly Siddhi saw an empty bottle of cough syrup lying on the bed of Riddhima along with an empty strip of Valium 5 tablets and the open packet which has been couriered for Riddhima. That packet had a letter and some old dried rose buds. This was written by Shaurya one of the ex-colleagues of Riddhi. She read it and her analytical brain worked out that they were in relationship and Shaurya is no more interested in her and moving away from her life. It shows that they were having problems for some time and Riddhima had asked him to return back the rose buds which she had given to him on Valentine’s Day 4 months back as a sign of breakoff. In no time she connected all the evidences, the earphone which Riddhima put on only when she is in stress or sick, empty bottle of cough syrup, sleeping pills & the letter and concludes it’s a suicide attempt by her best friend who is broken due to break off with her boyfriend. She rushed to drawing room for her cell phone and called the doctor and then called some friends for help also. She ran to call the Aunty in their neighborhood. She explained the situation to Aunty breathlessly. Both ran to see Riddhima. They surprised to see that the door of Riddhima’s room was locked from inside. They tried to open the door but can’t, they shout Riddhima to open the door if she is OK. But there was no response. Soon their friends arrived. They broke the door there was darkness in the room, Siddhi switched on the light in a hurry. Riddhima was standing there with a big smile on her face and a cardboard on which “Happy April Fools Day” was written in BOLD. And soon after that everyone started laughing and whishing “Happy April Fools Day” to Siddhi. Siddhi saw the date on her Cell phone, it was 1st April today. Siddhi’s sharp brain captured immediately that it was a prank on her, framed by her best friend and other friends including the Aunty of the apartment.

Now Siddhi never boast about her solved cases or her high IQ and watch comedy serials laughing like judge of a laughter show. Her carefree laughter sounds best without any earphones, she knows that this is the best sound of life.

 This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda

Lift Please..

At the stroke of midnight the Old Station road of this small town was totally unoccupied, chillness of night was increasing by every passing minute and to add on, this was one of the darkest nights of the year as it was Pre Diwali Night. This night indeed has its own beauty. But there was something else also attached to this which can’t be defined.

Shekhar was happy & contented as today his shop’s sales were maximum since he opened this shop of electrical items three months back in old station road. He closed the shop after accounts verification, it was midnight and quite late but he was satisfied with his shop’s performance, it was worth staying late.  He tried to start his hero majestic on which he use to carry his electrical goods. It was not responding. He checked the petrol and sparking plug, everything was OK. He was sweating in the chilled winter night for two reasons, one he was tired physically due to his efforts to start the dead vehicle and second the stories which are attached to this old station road’s night version. Most of these stories are sufficient enough to make old station road a haunted road in the night, though this is the busiest road in the day time. Most famous of them was the story of a young man, aged in mid-twenties who ask for a lift in the night, anyone who give lift to him has to face very bad consequences like losing mental balance, high fever and death also in some cases.  All these stories were adding to the anxieties of Shekhar. His house was just opposite the railway station and for that he has to cross the road.

 It was getting late and he doesn’t want to spend whole night at the shop as he had promised his 2 years son that he will come back and make the candle which he wanted to put on the balcony in the morning. He gathered some courage and decided to go by walk as he has to travel just 2 KM to reach home. He lit the cigarette which gave him some comfort from the chillness of the night as well as keeping those stories silent for some time.  Slowly but confidently he started walking. Just after half kilometer he saw a motorbike coming. He stopped there and asked for the lift. The rider of the bike slowed down. He was a journalist of the local newspaper as Shekhar saw him moving in market area near old station road covering news on encroachment in the city by shop keepers. Suddenly that person accelerated and disappeared from Shekhar’s view.  Shekhar was surprised to see that. The story of young man flashed in his mind once again. He realized that he is also into mid-twenties. He was no more surprised.

He continued his mini marathon and lit the second cigarette  After 1 km from his shop he again saw a bike but this time it was coming from station side toward which Shekhar was moving. He once again asked for the lift with minimum expectation of bike getting stopped. But to his surprise, the rider stopped the bike, Shekhar saw a well-built man with a cigarette between his lips and when he came closer he smelled like old monk. That man was drunk and that to so much that he was not able to open his eyes properly. His bike’s number was suggesting that he is not from the town. Shekhar decided not to take lift from him.

“You want a lift”, BIG man asked.

“No, its OK, I am going in opposite direction and almost reached my destination”, Shekhar told with confidence.

“Then why you asked for the lift?”

“I have not asked for, you might have got confused. Please carry on and thank you for asking”, Shekhar told with a fake smile.

Big man started his bike and soon got disappeared. 

Shekhar moved fast and reached his house safely. His family was quite happy to see him. They hugged him as if he has come from a battlefield. After that he made the candle and went to sleep.

In the morning his wife wake him up shouting that he is lucky to be alive as the ghost of that young man of old station road had killed someone last night on station road. He took the newspaper in hurry and saw the picture of the victim. Within no time he recognized the bike & the dead man. He was the same drunk BIG men from some other town. The reporter who covered the story had written that he himself had seen the ghost last night. He asked him for the lift, he slowed down & found a young man in mid-twenties and with no time loss he accelerated the bike and saved himself. This man being from other town is not aware of the story and might have given the lift to the ghost of young man and ultimately faced the consequence. Shekhar knows that the ghost was inside the dead man only. And you also know that. Don’t you? Think…..

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda

Meri Rooh Ne Pukara Hoga Tujhe..

Har Wo Lamha Jo Guzaare Tere Sath Maine

Mere Yaadon Ke Zazeere Mein Pade The Ik Kone Mein

Na Jaane Aaj Kyun Kuch Halchal Hain Unmein

Ik Tees Si Uthi Hai Fir Se Iss Dil Mein

Ya Toh Tuh Hasti Hogi Kisi Se Mera Zikra Karke

Ya Fir Meri Rooh Ne Pukara Hoga Tujhe…

Udhaar Ki Zindagi

Kuch Iss Tarah Humne Guzari Hai Zindagi Apni

Jaise Karz Utarta Ho Koi….

Ehsaanon Ki Baarish Mein Aise Bheege Hain Hum

Jaise Fagun Ke Rang Mein Ranga Ho Koi

Waise Toh Kuch Na Manga Tha Iss Zamane Se Humne

Na Jaane Kyun Yeh Zindagi Udhar Ki De Gaya Koi

Ab Toh Bas Ek Tamanna Hai Apni

Ke Saare Karz Utarun, Ehsaanon Se Bheege Badan Ko Sukhaaun

Aur Aise Kho Jaaun, Jaise Mitti Mein Mitti Ban Gaya Ho Koi….

Koi...

Ankhon Mein Tasaavur Ki Tarah Rehta Tha Koi

Dil Mein Dhadkan Ki Tarah Basa Tha Koi

Na Jaane Kab Wo Mere Andar Se Gaya

Pata Nahi Ab Bhi Zinda Hun Kaise, Jaan Apni Ban Gaya Tha Koi

Ankhon Mein Tasaavur Ki Tarah Rehta Tha Koi

Har Roz....

Har Roz Kuch Tut ta hai iss dil mein
Har Roz Koi Ruth ta hai humse
Pata Nahi Kya Gustakhiyan Ki Hain Zindagi Mein Humne
Apna Ban Ke Bhi Woh Aaj Bhi Paraya Hai Humse

Dil Se....

Kewal Lafz Nahi Hain Yeh....Yeh Mere Dil Ke Dhadkano Ki Awaaz Hai

Posting a song sung by me some time back.....

Wo Ek Shaqs...

Wo ek shaqs aaj bhi bahot yaad ata hai

Wo subha ke dhup ki tarah khilkhilana usska

Wo dopahar ke tapish ki taras sharmana usska

Wo Shaam ke hawa ke jhonko ki manind meri saans ko mehkana usska

Wo chand ki chandni ki tarah mere jism ko behkana usska

Wo mere khaabon khayalon ke gharondon mein aa ke bas jata hai

Wo ek shaqs aaj bhi bahot yaad ata hai

Bas ek chup si lagi hai...

Koi Anokhi Nahi Aisi Zindagi Lekin!
Khub Na Ho, Mili Jo Khub Mili Hai!  Nahi  Udaas Nahi, Bas Ek Chup Si Lagi Hai!! 

These lines from famous poet/writer Gulzar saab is quite apt at times. Sadness is addictive and very few actually know this fact of life. Silence is something which displays the sadness usually, but silence has its own identity. It is required in one's life to keep quite to lower the anxieties of life be it happiness or sadness. Normally people get confused if you are not talking or keeping yourself away from your usual life. They may ask you why you are SAD. Though you are not. It is quite difficult to make them understand that you are not SAD you just don't want to speak now. Actually you are speaking to you, to your heart, to your soul. This is not self assessment or self-introspection. This is just a friendly conversation with your thoughts without any vocals. And believe me your thoughts are wonderful communicator. They know you. They are born from you. Talk to them. You don't have to pretend here anything but to do a direct communication. Be honest. Tell your thoughts each and every small details of happenings in your life. They will help you to give the clear picture. But yes for that silence is required. It may looks to the outer world that you are sad, let it be. You just talk to yourself. It helps to see the clear and right picture of your life which no one can show. Try it.