Bangalore Diary page-1 "The pursuit of change"

           Bangalore, fascinating place, nice weather, beautiful girls, and lots of idli and dosa and my favorite filter coffee. It’s been 6 month in Bangalore. A semester has come to an end. Lots have been learnt, and a lot is yet to learn. This line should not make an impression of me as a geek even though I love geeksforgeeks.com I am just a crawler in the land of fast runners at IIIT Bangalore. Anyway why am I speaking all these? Let’s move.

Few days back I was telling to someone about my hobby “blogging”. It was then I realized I have a blog too even though it is less known. Ohh!! these assignments and presentation have totally imprisoned me. Nevertheless here I am again. There is one particular incident I’d like to share.

It was an fine afternoon and a pathetic algorithms class has just been finished. One of my dear friend Nitin asked "chal be chai pila....canteen wala nahin bahar wala" Including the next 5 minutes we are on the way discussing random stuffs from algorithms to networking, lecturers to college girls , Mr. Modi to Rahul Gandhi. Because our campus is too near to Infosys Bangalore we could always find their employees roaming around and that area is in strict surveillance by traffic police.

Two female employees were walking ahead in particular girly fashion and discussing

"mera boss naaa......itna line marta he mujhpe tu puch mat....kabhi kabhi lagta sale ka gala ghot duun"

"abe... rating to achha de raha he na tu kyun tension leti he paglii... chalne de jaisa chal raha he..."

We were just walking behind them enjoying the conversation. Suddenly one of them threw a chocolate wrapper on the road. It was so small that it also missed our view but someone from the behind had got microscopic eyes.

"Hello Madam, yes yes you ...", (snapping of the fingers).

We turned back to see who the hell was shouting at those beautiful chicks. There was a traffic police, middle aged, strongly built, long moustache, clean white and blue dress holding a stick and pen and papers in hands. He snapped his finger again and pointed it to the chocolate wrapper again.

The lady looked towards us, took a whole look of the surrounding to check the level of insult she got. Her face grew red, instead of guilt her face coastally reflected "how dare you shout at me" expression. It was priceless. I bet it would get 1000 likes if uploaded on facebook.

Crumpling all those insults under her stomach she picked up that wrapper and put it in the dustbin nearby. Nitin could not control his laugh. I helped the girl not allowing Nitin to put salt on her burnt wound. "abe ruk na aur thoda dekhne de..."

To distract him I asked "is there some technology that may help India to become swachh bharat?"

Being geekier than me he replied while sipping hot tea. By combining a host of technologies such as Internet of Things (IoT), Vehicle Tracking System (VTS), RFID and other sensing devices, it is possible to create an IT system for Solid Waste Management, which is adoptable, sustainable and radically more efficient.

i was like...."ohhhh is it....?"

He goes on “the actual problem is Municipalities running Solid Waste Management in most Indian cities employ trucks to collect garbage from large bins placed at various locations across the city. This Door to Door collection is marred with several problems such as: lack of control on truck’s route/schedule compliance, garbage collection, garbage transport, garbage dumping, dumping yard management

We can use

Vehicle Tracking Systems employing GPS technology can monitor movement of garbage trucks across the city.

RFID: RFID technology can do handshake between garbage truck and waste collection bins at the time of collection. It can also do the handshake between truck and garages/dumpling yards. Weight

Sensor: Weight Sensor mounted on waste collection truck can monitor weight of garbage collected by the truck.

Weighbridge: Garbage dump yard can employ weight bridge to measure the weight of truck before and after garbage collection trip. This can ensure additional check on garbage being collected and dumped.

IoT: Internet can be used to transmit information from trucks and dumping yards to Central Control System seamlessly. A host of technologies are available today including 4G, 3G.

I,after a patient hearing, baffled by the knowledge, asked how you know all these. He just a gave Mr perfectionist expression.

Lastly we completed the tea and returned to the next lecture ,got busy in our day today activities But that expression of the lady is still alive inside me.I don't know if any of the technology he mentioned will work or not but certainly I felt happy that people are changing. It felt great watching those celebrities taking brooms in their hands but it should not be seen only as a publicity grabbing stunt. Just like Modiji said we have to make it a national movement and everyone has to play his parts. I have taken my pledge will you??????

P.S.:- If you had expected a full masala love story then sorry, c'mon i am not bollywood script writer!!

Delhi Diary Page -7 "Rape vs Delhi"

                                                                      
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      Articles under this category may contain mature themes, sexual references, and infrequent use of crude language.

Hello guys,

 It’s a long gap indeed. Don’t ask me the reason you will not be interested in hearing it.  Don’t get scared to ‘A’ mark above. if we can watch some ‘A’ movies why can’t we read one ‘A’ article. As a writer I’m just seeking the freedom of expression. Coming to the point.

 It was 10.30 at night. I rushed out from the office lift to feel the open air. “Phew , one more day gone, come on Friday where fuck are you ” I cried out myself. I moved to an auto station near the road. I wouldn’t afford to miss the Crime Patrol thus increased my acceleration.

Covering some distance, I saw an auto. Getting further near I saw a middle aged autowala chattering something in Hindi mix haryanvi holding a bottle of bear(75% full)on  one hand and a small bidi on the other.

“Bhai S block chalega” I told loud enough to penetrate through his alcohol prone ear.

“bas ye last peg sir”…..and he went for the bottoms up with two smoke of bidi as chakhna

For a new delhite the scene might have been a little weird (guessing unfortunate future of drink and drive). But don’t worry you will not get a scratch. These people are highly experienced, they have done it million times.sit back relax.

“ramesh chal baith ,aate time aur daru le ayenge”..One of his friend equally drunkard  accompanied him in front seat.

At this time Delhi’s road a used to get little dark and lonely setting a favorable atmosphere for crime. Mugging, snatching of wallets, watches and phones and other crimes happen quite often

Covering some distance I saw a girl returning from her office casually walking with ear phones dumped inside her ear. The friend of autowala chirped

“Behenchod …kya kadak piece he yaar.utarde tu mereko yahan pe”

He increased the volume of music player lipsing the lyrics of honey singh’s rap with full synchronization

“Gora badaan teri patli kamar
Solaan(16), sitraan(17) saal ke umar
Rehti tip top sunti hip hop
Ley key chaloon tujh ko main CANDY SHOP”

 Their lusty eyes got busy in scanning the girl. I was in a state of No comments but deep inside I had a fear of witnessing a crime. It was not about I could fight or not .I knew I couldn’t stop them, maybe I would return only 3 if I got 5.It was about an unexplainable fear. Leave it, how much hard I try I can never describe the feelings I had in that scenario

I switched to my phone just to avoid the atmosphere.

But to the bad luck after some distance they spotted another girl. She looked rich in a party dress (backless) walking on the road. This is exactly I didn’t understand why the hell she was walking alone.

“bhai ye to pakka randi he. Rate puch ke ate hein. Thoda pass liyo”
He shouted “Kattoooooo” trying to reach his hand to slap her bare back.

Enough is enough. The mass of the unexplainable fear weighted less in front of the courage pumped heart of mine.

I reacted “sale pagal he kya….100 number ghumauun.chup chap chal… late ho raha he….aur ye gana ..bi band karr.”

There was  complete silence after that and I was just moving fingers in my newly brought phone to look busy

I reached home, switched on the news to ensure there was no rape in Delhi that night. Crime patrol also telecasted “The nirbhaya kand episode” I couldn’t sleep. The guilty feeling for being a part that auto has made me ashamed. Don’t blame me for not doing anything I am just a middle class man who can only condemn, show remorse, uploading “stoning rapist photos” in order to protest.
Delhi has witness largest number of heinous rapes in these times. I am ashamed of living in the rape capital. I remembered when I posted a status on a social page during the eve of opening ceremony of Mumbai metro.



“Dear mumbaikar’s

Doors will open on the left, Mind the gap.

Yours’s
Delhi wala” 

One of my friends’ replied…

“Dear delhiwala’s

Don’t rape women
Yours

Rest of the world”



It’s not like rape happens only in Delhi. It’s just a center of attraction for media plus Delhi people have more male chaunastic thinking .Now don’t get me wrong in next few paragraphs. Like every other being I have also tried to find what causes men to do rape. If I can summarize my thinking on a formula I would write


Chances of Rape =

 (Rapist psychology) * (drugs effect) 2    * e(Man’s world machoism(KHHAPness))
 __________________________________________________________________
      (Fear of Law)  *  √(valued added education)
  
    The terms are self explanatory. Don’t worry about ‘square’,‘e’ etc. These symbols are just to show the importance of respective factors.  Now let us throw some light on the grey area about myths and facts. I have just read these things on net.


Myth: Rape and sexual assault are about sexual attraction and gratification.
Fact: Rape and sexual assault are all about control and domination.


Myth: A healthy person can resist being raped or sexually assaulted.
Fact: According to the Centers for Disease Control, 1 out of every 6 adult women has been a victim of rape, and approximately 92,700 men are raped in the U.S. each year. Healthy and strong people are raped every day. Rape victims are doctors, lawyers, nurses, military personnel, cooks, accountants, students—anyone and everyone is vulnerable to rape or sexual assault.


Myth: When it comes to sex, men can be provoked to “a point of no return.”
Fact: Men are physically able to stop at any point during sexual activity. Rape is not an act of impulsive, uncontrollable passion; it is a premeditated act of violence. Research shows that 50% of rapes are planned.


Myth: Anyone who is drunk or high and being a flirt gets what they deserve.
Fact: Being drunk or high is risky behavior that can have many other dangerous consequences. Rape is just one of them. People who are “loaded” are also less likely to use protection and more likely to have sex or be coerced into having sex with someone they don’t know. The bottom line: regardless of a person’s behavior, no one deserves to be raped. Furthermore, people who commit crimes while “under the influence” are still responsible for their actions.


Everybody says that to stop rape the Male machoism thinking should stop .I do agree, but it’s a long process and cannot be done overnight. But we can work on these factors like drug effects, fear of law, value added education. But I don’t agree with those barbaric punishments that you guys used to post of FB(mice eating private part of rapists).I believe we are living in a civilized society so punishments also need to be civilized. Do you know why the capital punishment is hanging? Because it is one of the painless way to death.   

But these are just my thinking, Like any other Indian I have also no clue how to seriously make this change happen.  But certainly I want to do something.

I would recommend you should watch this video https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pS0ost_A72o.

P.S.:- This may be my last page in Delhi Diary. Life has more colors I know it would force me to write again till then good bye.  Do share your views.

Delhi Diary Page -6 "Delhi Election as to the eyes of a common man"

Hello Readers,

Well, I was going through a dormant stage in life that’s why I couldn’t post anything of late. I felt like the writer inside me had died, but as you see, I have stepped out of the grave.

So what do we have today? I along with some of my friends consider ourselves political scientists (PS). Earlier when we used to meet on facebook we used to discuss about girls but now the topic has changed to politics and only politics. So this post is for those readers who consider them selves a PS. It may seem to you a boring newspaper’s editorial type so I am not explaining on length.

Talking about Delhi, if I forget about the election result what interests me more is the record number of participation in voting. Let me tell you few instances. I used to visit a tea shop regularly outside my office.

One day he was chanting “Modi” “Modi” to all of his customers.

I asked “Kyun Raita faila raha he.Vote diya hai ab tak? ”

“Ab tak to nahin sirji par ab dunga Modi ji ko jitana he.akhir wo bhi ek chai wala tha.”

On another day I was buying some vegetables.

I asked “Pyaaz kaise diya  bhaiya”

“80 rupaye kilo.1 kilo de dun?”  he replied.

“Abe pagal he. Ek pao de chal”, I said

Seeing my irritated face, he said “Bhaiya iss bar jhadoo chalega, dekhna.mahengai ki to maan ki aankh ho jayegi”

It’s good to see the discussions everywhere in the capital, Democracy is flourishing. Thanks to Anna Hazare, Baba Ramdev, Damini Andolan and Social media ofcourse for putting the democratic discussions in the front of table, and letting out a lot of unsaid forward.

Coming to mainstream politics, no doubt Delhi has developed a lot under Shela dixit.No body can deny that. However, she loses the connection with the common people. CWG, Inflation and Damini andolan has put the oil in the Fire. Be it Modi’s roar or Annaji’s bhook hartal, Congress failed to manage everything. Even in the campaigning I find it hard to believe why Congress’s big faces are missing. Sheila is totally left alone. The 8 seats that she managed to win are belongs to core congress vote bank area since 1947.

BJP: Don’t ask me, I feel Modi is going hard on to net a big gamble, but he too has certainly made some impact in Delhi’s election. Despite of Vijaya Goel’s red face they have put of a good fight but at the back of it somewhere people knew it will never going to be a differ from Congress administration style. What ever it is they ought to be the single largest party in this election however I feel they still can do better.

Coming to the real game changer, AAP. The not so poor AAP has gained it all and set a new example in the Indian politics. Their tactics are simple they have put a real hard foot on exhibiting clean by character candidates, focused on local issue only and campaign on door to door basis with their limited funds. However, there are also some media reports of illegal funds and sting operations but nothing has been proved. I personally do not agree with their way of handling the sting operation. It is like an accused is saying I am probing myself and at the end they declare they were not guilty.

In politics you have understood all if you understand the polarizing concept. “Whose votes polarized to whose party”. According to me its Congress’s votes polarized to AAP. The citizens who can not go to BJP because of secularism issue have found a new alternative. Some of educated BJP voters too polarized to AAP. Therefore the result was debacle for Congress, BJP run just short of majority and it’s a win-win scenario for AAP.

Now whose Government will be formed? As it seems BJP and Congress is pushing AAP to form a Govt but I suspect their vested interest in it. What should AAP do now?  They can not form Govt on their own. Common man may not forgive their betrayal if they accept support from other political parties. And if they do not form educated people(who worried about countries expenditure) like us scold them for wasting elections money. Looks like its going to be hung assembly. That means another election.

If I would be in Kejriwal’s place I will certainly go for re-election. If again their will be no clear mandate ,I would form a coalition on mi
nimum common agenda so that i can escape from the betrayal Tag.

If I would be in Harshbardhan’s place I will place fresh candidates where BJP lost the seats,tell Modi to join some good coachings on Indian History,geography and Economics and apart from showing "V" symbols I choose to move with Crossed fingers position everywhere.

 If I would be in Sheila’s place. I would declare my innings from Politics. what else you expect from her when a 3 times chief minister is not a MLA now.

The Episode has not ended here. The battle has just begun. Perhaps Delhi will witness another election very soon.

Ok that’s all for now.

Sorry for wasting 10 precious minutes from your life those who have expected a fairy tale love story.

Confession of a True Lover(Part-2)

Splash…splash….!!

I laved my face with the cold water. My brain was vibrating like a tuning fork, thanks to the last night booze.“Hey you ugly face”.I felt as if someone was calling me. I looked up to find myown reflection in the mirror talking to me“Look how ugly you have grown,unshaped moustache and beard,pimplesand dark spots all over the face, Eyes shrunken, dark circles, black-lips. At the age of 25 you look like a 65 year old man waiting for retirement. Who will love you? She has got all the reasons in the world to ditch you”.

I felt like banging my fist on the mirror and crushing it into100 pieces.At that time the song changed in my music player as if it had got an auto-change mode according to the situation and circumstances.

“Aeine ke sautukde, kar ke hum ne dekhe hai
ekmeinbhitanhaa the, saumeinbhiakele hai”

It seemed as if it was laughing at my condition.I kicked the music player. It stopped. Transistor, magnets and capacitors were scattered inthe floor just like dead body parts aftermath of a bomb explosion.
Beep..Beep….!!
Vibration of my cell phone was clear enough to make me feel alive.

“Hello Sir. Your cab is waiting on the ground floor. Please come within five minutes, we are getting late.” He hung up before I could say anything. I put on a so called clean dress and sprayed half the bottle of deodorant all over my body and rushed downstairs.


Peeeeeen…..Ponnnnn….Ponnnnn…Peeeen
The Heavy traffics in Delhi have no option other than to produceany other noise than this. Few years ago I came to this city with lots of hopesand aspirations. Now it seems even the street beggars are happier than me. Iclosed the window,switched on AC and the FM to enter my own world.

“Soniye Hiriyeteri yaad andiyee….seene vich tadapta hei dil jaanjandiyeeen”

Oh no!!Not again I cried out louder in my heart.I thought of changing it, but for some unknown reasons I stopped myself. Eyes were getting closed automatically,again the same flash in16 FF. I tried to resist it with full energy but somehow it got high priority in my brain’s scheduling algorithm. An alert message box appeared

“Let it flow”……………..and I slowly entered the dream world.
“May I come in ma’am” I sent a request packet.
“No you may not” received a negative acknowledgement packet.

Next packets were not request. Those were pleading or rather begging, finally I was allowed.I moved my eyes all around and then my eyes were automatically glued to someone.She was calm and was not even looking up. She had her head down and her cheeks were shining with the light falling on them.I was dumbstruck for a few moments and then came back to reality. Suddenly I got a strange confidence. I tried to walk like Sanjay Dutt. I sat just next to her bench. All the time in the class I observed her. And then.

“Hi, can I see that book you are reading???” I asked.
“It’s Kreyszig’s mathematics“she replied and gave a strange look to me when she found out that the same book was also on my table.
“Oh, you idiot. Couldn’t you hide the book for some time.” I whispered to my bench mate.

I was a ‘Cowardly dog’ (a showfrom Cartoon network) with girls but didn’t know from where I got the courageto reply back “No it does not contain today’s chapter. Someone has torn the pages”
She handed her book halfheartedly.And I did nothing except turning the pages from first to last and showing herthat I was reading something.  Bell rang,and it was time to return her book. I couldn’t understand a single word aboutasymptotes but I believed Love asymptotes do exist if heart is a plane of coordinate geometry.

Days passed, she became activein the class. I used to steal glances of her every now and then.We talked onsome occasions but those were forcefully initiated by me.One day a senior came into ourclass and announced that there was going to be a C language quiz competitionand it had to be a team of two people. It was the first time she initiated theconversation “let’s be a team” as I was little Famous for my programmingcapability at that time. I nodded my head with a lightning speed and thanked Dennis Ritchie for inventing C language.

Next four days. We sat togetherto study but ended up having nice conversations. Einstein was damn right with relativity, time jumps when you are having a good time. I started to burnmidnight oil practicing some programming stuffs not because I had a keen desire to win but I didn’t want to see a sad expression on her beautiful face. Finally we topped. That was the starting point of a true friendship. We exchanged Facebook Ids and cell numbers. My days began with wishing her in the morning and ended with good night wishes.

Every night we would talk tillone or two but finally when I analyzed what we had talked I could just conclude’nothing’. I used to laugh at others when they talked for hours. I used to wonder from where on earth they got topics to talk every night.  But it was my time to realize I was a bigfool. Before this I believed Tajmahal was just built to show an art of Mughal dynasty but now I believe it is a symbol of love.

In college syllabuses weregetting completed with lightening speed. People were busy with their labrecords and assignments but for me I was in a different world altogether. Istarted getting butterflies in my stomach. My heart started skipping beats or raced like the horse in ‘kaminey’ every time I saw her. I was in a happy mood all the time.The breeze felt cooler than it was.Colors seemed more colorful. I started taking care of my looks, left smoking and even started watching romantic movies.That was when my best song changed from

Behen**** suttamujhesuttaanamila

To

Baateinkuchankaahesi
Kuchansuni se honelagi
Kabudilperahana
Hastihumarikhonelagi
wooohWooohwooo woo wooh
Shayadyehi hai Pyaar

Squeak…………………….

I was out of my chain of thoughts because of the speedbreaker that my driver couldn’t see or perhaps he was in his own dream world. Very soon the little smile on my face faded away as I was back in the reality.

I took out a cigarette and lighted it . From the day sheleft I have this wrong perception that every psychic pain can be treated with smoking or boozing. That cloud of cigarette smoke leaving my lips were taking shape of a face. The face of someone I always loved and would love until mydeath.Very soon all those face shaped smoke vanished in the air like she vanished from my life leaving me in such misery.

 I opened the window.I was at the entrance of a tall building called office waiting for me to welcome me with assignments and deadlines.

Disclaimer:-stay tuned with me to know how this love storychanges its color from sweet to sad. In Next part it’s the time to sit in a roller coaster. Till then feel my presence in these few letters that I could feel.

Confession of a True Lover Part-1

A Zero watt bulb was struggling to glow, and what made it even difficult was the smoggy atmosphere, thanks to the exhaust fan that the room still had some oxygen to respire. 10-15 cigarette buds were lying on the floor like dispersed germs on a microscope’s slide. For the Indian history, always had a so called study table placed near the bed. A glass of Vodka and packet of Marlboro were orphans in the room.

Perhaps an ideal atmosphere was set for boozing. I took out another cigarette and started searching for the lighter. For the count, it was my 26th for the day. I knew with this rate, I would die soon without doing much for my life, my dreams & my family. But who wanted to live long in this world. I gulped in my last peg of vodka. I love the sound of “tingggg” when two filled silvery glasses strike in order to say cheers. But today I was alone. I had none in the world to produce the word ”tinggg”. Damn Life !!

I started thinking what I got under my belt in these years. Was a topper in college, placed in supposed to be the best MNC in the world for which my college friends can only dream about. With my salary today, I can buy all the happiness in this world. I used to be a happy charming person but was still searching that today, what went wrong. Why was I like this today? Why everything today had to be gulped in even though it was unfair and painful?

A slow Bollywood number played in the Background.
“Sach keh raha hai Diwana,  Dil…Dil na kisi se lagana”

I hardly used to listen to such songs, but may be this time it was the mood, and with the lyrics so clear to my ears even after I was 9 pegs down. It’s true.

Once Sir James M. Barrie told “If you have it [love], you don't need to have anything else, and if you don't have it, it doesn't matter much what else you have.”  This quote so perfectly fitted my life.

 Ahhhh…a series of rubbed wounds, and here I was back to the present, trying to bring my thoughts back to this dark era of my life. It was only the cigarette which had light. Frustrated & depressed, I threw  it at the floor.

 It seemed like the zero watt bulb was getting dimmer or my eye lids were getting heavy. I didn’t know which one was true, but obviously the booze. Too tired to respond to any kind of external or internal stimuli, I just let allowed the moment to pass by.

A Black screen appeared in my front where shimmery colored bubbles were randomly moving to and fro. A flash started, which seemed to a play the blasts from the past, from my childhood, my first day at school, first slap by the teacher, getting beaten by mom for not studying, my class X & XII board exams. Then, I was in a queue at the admission counter of my college but all of it was a reel in fast forward as if I had pressed 16X FF in the remote. Suddenly everything slowed down, possibly very slow almost (.25X), when I saw that the cute face for whom I fell. It was love at first sight. Her long black hair looked like a beautiful still from a hanging waterfall. Her sapphire eyes were a sea of innocence in which an angel floated. Her slight red nose, which perhaps a cold and cough mystery about it. And her face, for which even a dead would have returned to live. A bollywood song was playing

“ek ladki ko dekha to aisaa laga jaise….” It was because of the music player in the real world or in the dream world I don’t know

It was my first  day at the college, where yet again I arrived late. Asymptotes were attaining curves in the coordinate geometry class an
d a spunky ma’am was swiveling the chalk very fast on the black story teller.

“Cuck doo koo”……. And I was out of the past, it was time to increase the counter to 27. while the birds chirped and the traffic hummed,I was saying good night to the world.

which was waking up now, probably life had changed. Whatever be, it meant for good. For the stills will come yet again haunting me,perhaps when I will booze for the next time.till then feel my presence in these few letters that I could feel.

Disclaimer:- All the characters are fictitious,any resemblances to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Feed backs are always welcome and Stay tuned for part-2.

Delhi Diary page-5 "Delhi ki kudiyaan"

Auto…Auto…..I cried out loudly but it passed like I never existed in the road. It was my seventh miss. I checked my watch 9.30 o’clock, thought to kill my boss for that. I hate the word “Pradarttana you are the future of my project so don’t hesitate to put some extra hours for that”, Filthy MBA guy, knows nothing about Technology.I thought to give one last try or else I would have gone and slept in my office. This time I cried out louder

“AAAuuuutttttoooooo”…….

       It stopped like Auto has got a disc break. Before I started anything the AutoWala told “See back sir there is a madam I will take you but you have to share the auto fare with her” to which I replied by nodding my head

My heart read out a thank you speech:-

“Thank you so much God .You are so kind to me these days now I knew why u have made me miss those seven Autos. A  big thank you to my boss for keeping me late in the office, from tomorrow onwards I will start behaving as I am the future of my project”…. I stepped in the auto

     The first thing that drew my attention was beautiful fragrance. Yardleee …Yaddlee…(remembered the Advertise ) I moved my eye ball slightly to check was she Katrina Kaif. That’s a Bad joke I know.  But her geometry was matching with Katrina kaif. Her fair legs were sparking in the moon (Veet may be the reason). Brown Silky hair as if she is the brand ambassador of Lorealparis, Smooth skin, she must be using Vaseline body care (thanks to bad road ). Sorry no description about face because I didn’t have courage to look her face directly as I was sitting just beside her.

   The AutoWala also thought that this was a life time opportunity. He adjusted his mirror and started looking her. I showed some decency and started looking outside after all I got some standard.Cool breeze even made the atmosphere more romantic. Wait we have not talked a single sentence and how could I felt the atmosphere to be Romantic.

                              -:READ THE REST PART OF IT WITH LITTLE ATTENTION:-

Then her destination Green Park metro station came. AutoWala asked  50 rupees as shared fare. She opened her silver green purse, brought out a 20 rupees note and handed it to autowala.

“What madam???? I said fifty. Can’t you hear???”….autowala asked

"I have paid more than 50 rupees. Now move your ass from here"…she replied back.

I thought she must have failed 10th board Math exam……

The AutoWala also came in his form and told “Madam give my fifty rupees or else……”

“All the way you have looked me through the mirror and I have not said any word about that. If I will charge people for looking at me it will be more than one hundred. I have discounted it for you to 30 rupees and I am paying 20 rupees. So that’s your fifty rupees.”…..she replied with confidence.

I thought to correct my previous statement. She may have passed in 10th board math exam. My brain has stopped working for little time by hearing her answer. If I have taken a picture of AutoWala’s facial expression I deserved to get 1000 likes in Facebook .Thank God I haven’t talked with her or else she would have charged me some penny too. I told to myself “Delhi ki kudiyoon ka jabab nahin”

“You have looked me in the entire journey. I never complained so you also should not complain with my 20 rupees.”…….and she went on arguing and arguing…… 10 minute of the whole drama which I was enjoying as silent spectator came to an end when AutoWala lost the battle and agreed to take 20 rupees.

Then auto started moving to Malviya Nagar. In the way I couldn’t control my laugh. After some time the AutoWala told “Don’t laugh sir….I am also a Man…it’s the girl’s fault, what is the need to wear so short clothes if she is so conscious about people looking her.”

This incident created a big turbulence in my brain. I started pondering what might have pushed her to give such a reply. Whose fault it was?? The girl who tried to cover her foolishness with ultramodern dressing sense or the AutoWala who couldn’t hold his horses. According to me it’s the fault of the western culture who massacred our Indian culture. It’s the fault of culture who told us wearing short is a style, talking angrily is attitude,
 
I know I am a bad writer I convert every amusing and humorous story to a philosophical one. But I want to know your thoughts what would you think if you are in my place at that night.

“Sir here is Malviaya Nagar and pay me 80 Rupees”……I took a deep breath. The sweet fragrance of Yardlee was still on the air. I moved out. Paid him 100 rupees (for having a dramatic journey  and helping me to complete one more page in Delhi diary ….wait not having change of 100 rupees can also be a reason). 1 month has been passed to that incidence but still the reply and the fragrance are so fresh in my heart.

Delhi Diary page-4 "Romantic coffee"

 It was just like another day in my office. I was staring at the the black and white computer screen which I hate the most. I was thinking one day I will surely quit this job. Life is more than just to see this lifeless white black screen, perhaps I was missing my college days. Then suddenly a soft voice came from behind

“Hey  are you free now ?”……………………..

God!! I love girl’s voice. The most beautiful girl in my office was standing behind me.. Her beauty was flawless, Highly matured dressing sense, complaining about her geometry means you are not believing God and to her smile even a dead can return to life just to see it then die again. Colleagues near my cubical started to move their eyeball towards my seat as expected in an estrogen starved atmosphere.” You fucking idiots mind your own work” I cried out very loud in my heart but to my mouth I preferred to be silent.

Usually I took  sometime to answer this type of question not because I am slow thinker but during this type of scenario a cold war used to begins in my body. Mind say tell her the truth dude, you have to complete this report within half an hour. You have to start system’s health check up script. You have to complete ITIL training. Your goal sheet is pending with your supervisor but only one word from my heart won the battle”Fuck off office work and go enjoy your life”.

"Yes I am totally free"……I told in a deep voice in order to show my confidence.

“Let’s have a cup of coffee I am feeling a bit drowsy”…..she told

Another cold war
“Coffee…..errrr… I hate the machine made coffee. Every time you take it the taste is never gonna change”
“Shut up who told you do drink that coffee,your primary objective should be watching those beautiful lips sipping hot coffee”

 "I love coffee, let’s Go"………….I said

After 5 minutes…..
We were at the cafeteria. Then the talk began.She started with some career related topics(what were the sgpa she had secured in her B.tech semesters, how she made the Tcs HR silent for entire interview round)  and my replies were…
 “yes !!“,
 “that’s good”,
“That’s really cool”,
With a big smile on my face. Probably she wanted to create her impression as a beauty with brains not bimbo.
"You seem to me little carried away in the office. Are you not feeling happy to be in TCS."..she asked

Good God!!!She used to watch me at the office. I am so lucky. Thank you God I will donate Rs500/- in the temple tomorrow..wait,I am running shortage of money this month.. will clear your debt  next month.

"No.. not like that…..just missing  my college friends"....I told her in a sad tone

"Friends or missing your girlfriend"… there she came to the actual topic.

Again inner conversations “tell her dude that you didn’t have a girlfriend in your whole life. She is the one whom you have fallen in love with from your first day at office. Will it sound too desperate? Ok tell her that you had a girlfriend but she ditched you but what if she thinks that you were not a loyal boyfriend that’s why she had ditched you. Wouldn’t that reply be an insult to you? Don’t tell that you are going to insult yourself. I said a big stop to my inner voices and decided to tell her the truth.

Hmm…not girlfriend but I liked a girl in my college days but after some days I came to know that she  was committed with one of my batch-mates. So I decided to move on. But it was very hard on my part to see her with someone else but it's life, you don't get everything you desire. From that day I realized that you should not go after your love instead you should search someone who loves you.

I don’t know what type of impression this reply would create in her mind. But she looked me with deep emotion.

Then she said “just wait and watch a better girl is waiting for you”

Is that a positive Response? Yes..Yes.. it is a positive response, propose her now. Stop my inner voices why u start talking every time I fall in this type of situation, it’s just because of you   I was considered as a dumb boy.

I smiled at her.

“Dear pradarttana if you have finished your romantic coffee then will you please meet me at my desk”

a deep voice came from behind me.It was my supervisor. This made an embarrassing situation for both of us. Someday I will kill this bastard I told to me. Then we left for our desk and again I was in front of my black and white screen. This time I was not staring my screen. An indescribable sense of happiness
running inside me .while I was typing something I remembered my supervisor had called me.

While listening all his Bak..Bak....I never got annoyed because of the word he used “Romantic coffee”who knows!!may be he had put some oil in the fire unknowingly of course.

Let’s see if this journey can have a part -2 or not. Like that girl said I am still waiting and watching. Till then good bye
Note:- the author has an impression of  writing about social issues only. But for the first time he had tried something new. excuse  the writer if you don’t find it interesting.