First KISS :-)

While I was coming to Rangayana to meet her I took a Rose as I love that a lot. It was a long time since I met her. My waiting was ended as she rode into the gates of Rangayana. My wish was fulfilled as I saw her face, she was as usual, very beautiful. The most attractive thing was her eyes which can see through the soul.

I sat behind her and told her to drive for a restaurant. Sitting behind her was like heaven. I was intoxicated by her body odour. Her curly hairs were mesmerising as they were flying on my face. She took 15 minutes to reach the restaurant but I felt I was there within no time. Whenever I sat behind her I have forgotten the whole world. Except her the whole world looked blur to me.

We reached Nalpak restaurant and had our lunch. I asked her for a long drive but she did not agree as she had to go home. I promised her that we will be back in an hour. It took hell like effort to convince her and at last she agreed. I was very happy as my dream was coming true.

I rode her bike and filled the fuel. She was very much eager to know the place I am driving, but I wanted that to be a suspense and I maintained it as a secret for some time. She got very angry for that and was carrying tons of anger on her cute little nose, but within no time her anger was down by few romantic words of mine.

I turned the bike towards Chamundi hill and the secret of our destination was revealed. There is a place near Nandi hill where you can see the whole of Mysore but uninhabited. This is my favourite spot as I go there whenever I am sad or happy to be in solitude from the world.

I wanted my best moment of my life to be spent there with her. She was shocked as I stopped there where there was no one around. I stood on the compound and she sat. I told her that I have a suspense for her. She was very much anxious and was forcing me to tell but I was thinking that how to bring my imagination into the reality. I thought for half an hour but could not find any solution. She was continuously forcing me. She talks a lot but its always sweet to hear her voice. I jumped from the compound and started roaming here and there thinking. She warned me that if I wont end the suspense she would leave. At last lightening strike me and I got the solution to put my imagination into the actions.

I asked for 5 minutes to express. She was so curious that she started a stopwatch in her mobile. There was complete silence everywhere. I could hear the wind blowing and horns of some vehicles far somewhere.

The time was running out and only 30 seconds were left. The hot wind of afternoon became colder and colder. Suddenly I was on my knees and took the rose from my bag. It was red as it was soaked in my blood which runs through my veins in search of her love. My whole body was shivering but my hand was firm which was holding the rose.

I - I LOVE YOU...
SHE - THANK YOU, YOU HAVE TOLD ME THIS MILLIONS OF TIME...

The whole world seemed to me in a slow motion. Suddenly I took her right foot on my knees. I rubbed it and kissed her foot. My dried lips tried to make an impression on her foot but it was soon wiped out by few drops of tears which fell from my eyes on her foot.

Who Sins Most???

A breakup needs sometime to come out of it. This was the last conversation with the woman who was with her child in a shopping mall.

Coming out of mall, after a deep frustration of meeting ex girlfriend made my mood more worse than that of a chilling night of December. My legs were on its own speed and was against the cold breeze which was blowing. Wandering legs roamed around for two hours till my eyesight was caught by a zero candle bulb which was on the top of the door of an unknown pub. At last my wandering legs got their destination.

There was a lonely table in the corner with two chairs, which was more similar like me. I sat on that chair and took a pack of cigarette and started to make the environment more dull with the smoke. The frustrated mind was relaxing but suddenly a voice interrupted asking for the order. The cigarette got its way into the ash tray and order was placed for a bottle of whisky with some ice cubes.

LOVE ME LOVE ME DO.... This was the song in the background which was making my mood more high. Instead of smoke my head was relaxed on the table.

SOMEWHERE IN MY HEART, BENEATH ALL THE PLEASURES I HAVE, BEHIND THIS SMILING FACE, THERE IS A LONELY THOUGHT WHICH IS WANDERING ALL OVER MY MIND AND THATS U......

After sometime my order was on my table.The bottle was opened and whisky was poured to the glass which already had few ice cubes. Mind took a ride of good old days and whisky was bottoms up.

The loneliness was ended by a sweet female voice " Can I have a seat here"
"No... I need to be alone" was the reply. " Even I want to be alone but there is no place around" I nodded my head as Yes. Waiter came with another glass thinking she was with me. I went to stop him but she held my hand and I was quite.

She asked me the reason for drinking but I was not bothered to reply her. I just took another peg of whisky and saw her face for the first time. She was cute but her eyes were beautiful. She poured whisky to her glass and drank without adding any ice cubes into it. She started crying but I did not speak a word nor tried to pacify her. She told that she had a breakup with her boyfriend two days back and she seemed to be very upset. I was busy with my frustration and whisky so was not in a mood to listen to her.

There was silence and nothing else between us. We both were busy listening to the music which was making us more intoxicated. I think pub owner was a very big fan of Beatles.

I completed my drink, thanked her for the company and came out of the pub. She was alone and it was late night so she requested me to accompany her to her apartment. I did not mind and started walking with her. The night was very cold and I was smoking all the way. We never spoke a word till we reached her apartment. She invited me in and I agreed without giving a second thought.

I was sitting on an easy chair surfing tv channels. She came with the night dress and stood in front of me. She was looking sexy. I lifted her to bed. I asked her " are you virgin". "yes" was the reply, she asked about me I said I am doing it for the first time.

It was around eight in the morning when door bell rang, it was an alarm for both of us. She got up and went to see who was at the door.
At the same time my mobile received a message by my ex girlfriend saying that she is a divorcee now and an explanation for dumping me.
The door bell rang again and she hurried to the door. When she opened the door her boyfriend was on his knees holding a bunch of red roses.

IS THIS HER FAULT OR MINE??? THE TEMPTER OR THE TEMPTED .... WHO SINS MOST???

Mourn Mourn Mourn....

I had a weird experience few days back. I got a message to attend mourning of Sandeep Unnikrishnan. Me and my friends went to attend it and it was organised by a news channel ( I do not want to name the channel).

There were few other people from nearby hostel and a group of young girls from the nearby PG. Those girls came there as if they are attending some reception, they were wearing grand dresses and their make-up was like as they were going to sign as a heroine to the movie.

The tv people already had a concept in their mind and that was to blame politicians. There were around 50 in numbers who came to mourn to the martyr. Tv people gave candles to everyone and made us to light and we were supposed to tell our opinions about how the politicians are responsible for the attack on Taj.

The most disgusting thing was, one of the crew member from the channel disguised himself as a common man and made his first opinion, the channel crew with a reporter and a cameraman took his opinion first, he in his talk took the concept of blaming the politicians as i have mentioned above. The reporter took a point from that opinion and posed a question relating to politics to the next person, and this went on.

People who came to mourn were more excited to be in front of camera rather to mourn. There was a tough competition among the public to give their opinion about the politicians and everyone were fighting for the mike to talk, girls who came from the PG were standing like models. I think they were invited to make the picture bit beautiful.

Few people came there as they thought that there was a shooting of some movie, few of them literally did not knew who was Sandeep. Few were talking like if they would have been near the attack, they would have stopped that and fought against terrorist.

I was simply standing in the last row holding a candle and staring at those beautiful girls. I thought that the mourning ceremony will be very decent but never knew that it will be like a celebration. At one point I was feeling very bad about myself to attend such a ceremony where people were using a martyr's name to their means. I just blew the candle off and went aside to have a smoke. But my friends were still standing there.

After the opinion round, channel people made the public to place the candle on the nearby fountain, cameraman was taking shots in an artistic manner.

I bet no one of them who assembled there mourned to the martyr including myself. Public was attracted to the camera and channel people wanted to raise the TRPs of their news.

The so called mourning ceremony ended up in the way the news channel wanted, I was completely bored that day.

DREAM - Part 1.

I would suggest you guys to read my article Penniless Peanuts before reading this one.

We were 4 of us but now our team has increased to 8 the other 4 are Shashi, Dhana, Naga and Sunil.

We did a short film as a pilot episode to approach channels for the slot but we failed as they need people who are experienced. Its very true that we are not experienced but for sure we are talented. To prove our potential we need opportunities. We believe in creating them rather than waiting for it or running behind it. The only hindrance for us is Time and Money.

After the failure of our short film project we decided to split up and work individually to gain experience, but for our goodness one of our friend's friend saw our short films and was very much interested to produce a movie with us.

That was the time when my dream was flourished again, I call this movie project as the DREAM Project because it is not only mine but for all the 8 peanuts.

We are working on the script and parallel we are doing the research on in and out of the industry. We are very new to the industry but that does not mean that we should be ignored.

We approached few people to take their advice and suggestions but most of them were the demotivators. The only reason was we are inexperienced.

They are right that we need experience but to gain experience we have to get into it, face the challenges and fight against the odds to fulfill our DREAM.
There is no way we lose the battle if we give our 100 percent. The only thing which is required is Trust in ourselves.

Trust of 8 guys is a tremendous positive energy which is enough to create history.

I am not bothered about the demotivators because, the producer trusts us 100 percent and that is very important for the fulfillment of the DREAM.
According to few people they need experience to succeed, according to me I need their criticism, comments, demotivation, demoralisation to succeed.
Lets see we are giving our 100 percent dedication, commitment, hardwork and everything.

Fulfilling my DREAM is my KARMA.

All our DREAMS will come true if we have the courage to pursue them.

Reaping may be slow but I have to wait if I have to achieve it. And I am ready to wait and ready to do my KARMA.

I am doing KARMA and it is pursuing my DREAM no matter what will be the result. I have already sacrificed few important things in my life and now I have just dedicated myself to my DREAM.

JEENA YAHAN MARNA YAHAN, ISKE SIVA JAANA KAHAN....

Mumbai Meri Jaan...

Attack on Mumbai, Hotel Taj Mahal, Oberoi Hotel, Nariman Point, Around 150 Killed, Around 300 injured, Lost few daring officers, terrorists are teenagers, Deccan Mujahiddin, Pakistan, etc.... these are few things which is happening in Mumbai and everyone know about this very well.

I received a sms, which quotes to mourn for the people who died in these attacks, I received another sms, which was provoking to fight against the terrorism, I have deleted those sms's or else I would have quote those.

I was in Mumbai during February 2008 and visited those places where these attacks are still going on.

When I saw the television I was shocked to know about the attacks. I have really spent most memorable moments in those areas, and those moments are golden moments of my life.The Gate Way Of India, Nariman Point, Corridors of Taj, Oberoi Hotel.

Taj, Oberoi, Nariman have lost their glory and I have lost that person who made those moments really wonderful. Taj or Nariman or Oberoi cannot get its glory back as attacks have made a massive destruction for them and I cannot get that person back who is in another person's life.

Taj, Nariman, Oberoi and Myelf can remember those memorable moments only in our minds and hearts.

Now those things are just in my memories and memories cherish forever.

What A Reason - Comments I Received.

The last article titled "What A Reason" took its birth from one of the incident which took place in a tea shop. That incident was very close to my life so I just wrote it. " This is the explanation I received two comments for this article by the two important people in my life.

Vinay - He is a very good friend of mine from past 18 years. He knows me very well. I would like to quote his comment.

Try enjoying the single status. Stop trying to fall in love with each and every girl you meet. Start introspecting as to why each girl you fall in love with dont try to commit themselves to you or to be part of your life. One more gyan, stop trying for girls, concentrate on your career. Ask your parents to find one for you and the rest will fall in place, you can start loving the one you marry and she will obviously be committed to you"

This was the comment I received from and I appreciate it alot because as I said he knows me very well.

Vishwas - He is also a very good friend of mine from past two years. We both are like north and south poles our thoughts are always parallel and parallel lines never meet.

This was the most funniest post you ever wrote, without ever intending it to be so! Lo hari do you really believe girls when they say, i think you are a fine guy and i'm unlucky to have you as my lover or whatever the fuck is that? In effect, they are saying, you don't deserve to be my lover or whatever it is. I think you hang on with a girl even after she has said no. If she accepts, ok fine. If she doesn't, ok fine. Why scratch your mind that much. You should really thank them for not accepting your love- they in fact did you a favour by doing so. Why do you want to FALL in love all the time. Why not rise in life once instead? There is life beyond love and all that. Stop all this butterfly and caterpillar stories and write something logical for a change

This was the comment posted my him to my article. I never thought that this article would really make this kind of impact. I would like to thank both who are very much concerned about me.

My motive has served by this article one has took very seriously and the other has said it was the most funniest article I have written.

Love is not what I have written there. Both have experienced it, but they have their on perspective on love. Ya true love is not a caterpillar or butterfly story its the story of worms, animals, human beings, all the living creatures, non living things, sun, moon, etc. Love has no end. It can be related to anything and everything.

Career is something which is dependent on ourselves but not love. Love is something like addiction everyone wants to enjoy it but few wear masks. I am happy I am not the One.

I know I will get a comment for this article or I think I wont get as I have mentioned it

What A Reason!!!

I know that once in a lifetime we will come across a mesmerising feeling called Love. Some of you have already experienced it and some yet to face it. And few are just enjoying it every time, same in my case I have experienced it several times.

I have heard people saying that we enjoy true love only once in our lifetime.
Oh... I think that love itself is divine and there is no such things like false love or true love. I really wonder when people say that it was my true love. Come On Guys!!! Are we playing true or false game.

I believe in one thing "Nothing is good or bad in this world but thinking makes it so."
Thank god!!!! I am lucky, every time I fall in love is the true love, but for me I am in love again and every time I was 100% sincere committed and loyal. I do not bother about true or false game.

I think you guys are wondering, why am I talking all these things? and how are they related to the topic?
Well!!! You will come to know about this as you go on reading this article.

I have experienced the world of love several times in my life and most of the times I was heartbroken :-(.

I proposed every girl whom I loved but most of the times got rejected and you know what was the reason???

"OH... SORRY HARI I CANNOT COMMIT MYSELF TO YOU, YOU ARE SUCH A NICE GUY, I AM NOT SO LUCKY TO MARRY YOU"

Ahhhhhh!!!!!!!! Can anyone just explain me what sort of a reason is this? I don't know I was blank all the time.

I am still not able to digest one thing, if I am a nice guy, then why was I rejected. Anyways I did not allow my mind to think about this too much. But sometimes i really thought that is there anything like true love or I might have not loved her truly!!! Obviously this question aroused in my mind when I was rejected, I know it is superstitious but its usual, we think all the possibilities when we fail, even though its silly.

I am very happy because if I would have succeeded then I could never experienced the love several times. So no hard feelings girls, Thank you for rejecting my love and making me to love more more and more.

Enjoy the wrong ones till you find the right one ;-)

JUST WHEN THE CATERPILLER THOUGHT THE WORLD WAS OVER IT BECAME A BUTTERFLY.