Thursday, July 9, 2009

A Love Story......Second Guest Post

He woke up to a start..It was a horrific dream,something which he wished, never came to haunt him anymore.He had seen Noyona die in it and right now,felt very much intimidated by it.Moving out from the bed,he was frantically searching for his fone.He remembered he had kept it at the coffee table last night after speaking to Noyona.......

Neil searched all over the table,and found nothing..Frustrated,he tried to recollect the sequence of events that transpired last night.........And then,it struck him that he had left it last at the computer table in the study room.........The study room resembled a mess.Books strewn all over,dirty laundry,cigar,newspapers and it looked like the typical suite in a bachelor setup.He finally grabbed the fone,which was lying under a heap of laundry.It was 0245 and Noyona would be sound asleep by now.He was confused as to whether he should make a call or if he rather check on her once it dawned.He convinced himself for the latter,and went to sleep........15 minutes had passed and he still lay down,eyes wide open.He couldn't sleep.Every time he shut his eyes,the gory image of the dream came by and he couldn't take this anymore.

It had only been 7 months since their wedding,which was one of the most grand events in South Bombay.There was an exodus of celebrities from all over India into the Grande Ashok for the wedding.....And 7 months later,they found themsellves separated by their careers.Noyona,a journalist had to leave for Hyderabad for her work and Neil,a Finance freak was left,alone in his South Bombay flat. He missed her sooo much right now...Noyona was about to complete her assignments and was poised to join him soon,back in Bombay..

He tries to shut his eyes tight and get off into slumber....It doesn't happen because even this time around,he is awakened by the gory image of Noyona lying in a pool of blood in front of him.Unable to take it anymore,he calls up her number....the fone rings and Neil is relieved..Atleast the fone is ringing...He waits expectantly for Noyona to pick up,but she doesn't.He tries further,twice,thrice,four times--she still doesn't pick up the fone.He tries calling Sasha,her colleague at work to enquire what's wrong??Sasha picks up the call,rather dazed and also surprised to see Neil calling her this late into the night..

"Hello........,What happened Neil?? "

"Hey sashy..,noyon isn't picking up the fone..Do you have any updates on her??? " in a very fatigued tone..

"Neil,she had left office on a half day leave,didn't tell me anything about her plans when I asked her.....Kya hua??sab tho theek hai na??"(what happened,everything is well alright?? )

"acha..thanks..I 'll get back to you later sashy,bye....Good night "


7am,Noyona's house in Banjara Hills, Hyderabad....

Noyona wakes up,rather earlier than usual.Someone's banging on the door.It must be the milk man,she thinks and says,"Oru nimisham..."(Just a second... )

A few minutes pass before she answers the door..As soon as she opens it,there is Neil standing with the milk packets...She rubs her eyes off to see if it indeed was a dream,and then pinches herself..No,it wasn't a dream after all..

"What???!!!!!How come,you are here right now???!!!!I spoke to you yesterday and you never told me anything about this visit...???!!! " in a hugely surprised tone....

"Actaully,I planned it pretty late yesterday and got going and thought I'll throw you a surprise first up in the morning...So got a ticket booked on the first morning flight and here I am...." grinning widely at her...

He was rather relieved that all was well with her..Unable to sleep further,he decided to turn up at the airport in another hour to be able to catch the first morning flight to Hyderabad...and here he was,breathing a sigh of relief at the sight of Noyona,in her pyjama pants,just out of the bed..

"So,what was with the fone yesterday???Tried calling you,last night...You did not pick up...??? "

"I am sorry.......had put the fone in silent yesterday after we spoke,so I did not hear you calling.. ", said Noyona

They got settled and just as she was making coffee,she called out, "Now that you have thrown me a surprise,lemme give one back to you.." and beamed at Neil....

"Ohhhhh!!!!What's that gonna be now???? "

"Well,my assignments here are over....and we can fly back to Bombay...together...and forever... tonight...."

Neil couldn't believe this..He fell out of his chair and rushed towards Noyona...and for a minute was just left staring at her...

"I missed you soooooo much..... " tears rolling out of his cheeks...

"So did I honey...." , said Noyona unable to control her emotions....

They were in bliss.....!

So that was the story,hope you had a nice read.. Right now,all I wanna say is thanks to the author (Aditi) who happens to be a good friend,for giving me this wonderful opportunity to express myself at her stage and also raise a toast in celebrating her 50 posts on the blogosphere..

Thanks a zillion for all those wonderful posts,that has given readers like me,wonderful memories and added new flavours to our lives...

love ..:)


Manufacturer Ne Bana Di Jodi - First Guest Post

Hey all,
Here's the very first guest post of a friend. He has commented on my blog on all posts without fail...well thanks for that Neeraj. Also the one to insist that I have a shout box on my blog!! I never knew what it was until he told me! LOLz..

P.S. Neeraj, I am sorry but I somehow could not upload a photo for your post, I tried for a long time ...I guess some problem!! Dont worry your story is a visual in itself!! :P

"I was thinking what to write and this came into my mind........this is
love story with no twists and turns. Story is incomplete...all
incomplete love stories are sweet...arn't they?.

This love story is of love between "the mouse (he) and the key-board (she)".
definitions : The mouse= i
The keyboard= you
The mouse+ The Keyboard= We

Here it goes....

I remember the day we were created.....err....manufactured. what was the name of the manufacturer? hmmmmm....but that doesn't matter, what matters is "we were made for each other". We travelled together for long time. We stayed together in one place for so long .well ,i had no analog/digital clock with me to measure the exact
duration....but it was long for sure. You were hidden from me by some cardboard . Don't know why they kept us separated from each others view and we kept silent for so long when we were "made for each other". I always had crush on you.

We have real vibrant work-place. I remember the day when we were taken out to be employed in same place by our owner.we have to support uncle CPU to help him send signal to auntie TFT-monitor ( no gossiping plz :p ) . Here i would like to salute the the understanding between uncle CPU and auntie TFT-Monitor. They have always worked in coherence and they complement each other so well in-spite of the fact that they are not married to each other. Next notable employee is the hottie-cutie-singer err..... the speaker-system. She is responsible for creating the vibrant musical environment. All of us have to be supported by BIG-brother/Boss The UPS . No one moves without his support , for those who are confused , we run on power supplied by
him. Not to forget little pen-drive , uncountable creatures called CDs-DVDs they visit our place quite often. Ya new entrant, already a sweet friend of mine , The External-hard-disk . They say he has vast space under his possession which caught the imagination of our owner. Special mention to the chick "the head-phone". She has real dream figure no wonder it's a pleasure to have her in the surrounding...( i
know you are jealous of her..hehe ).Our owner calls himself "above0007" , real weird name but after all he is our master.

Coming back to our love-saga ;I was floored by your beauty , the elan with which you carried yourself. You were complex like all gals(no offence , han!!), but there did exist the beauty. I knew you were more capable than me , but our owner did trust me more when you and me had to perform similar work. Top secret, he was novice user then. These days , he relies on you more than me and rightly so , i am happy to
enjoy leisure and see you work. I knew you were impressed by my simplicity and my "cute-face" weren't you?...i can see you blushing (see , i know what you call my face ). It felt heavens when you touched me accidently, actually i had touched you, my weird working style can't work without moving weirdly. hey , do you really require
those many "keys" call them ornaments. I know it's impossible to persuade you on this topic.You people just can't live without ornaments. Oyeee look more beautiful with them....irony you were floored by my simplicity but you keep yourself so complex with ornaments. Another secret revealed , i love you more with all your ornaments.

Hey dear ,everything has been dream till now for us. We have spent countless number of hours working together. We are always within touching distance of each other , isn't this special thing all lovers wish.We are so lucky to have been made for each other. You know what,recently i saw a LAPTOP, another work-place. There i saw a crazy guy "a touch-pad" sitting next to a key-board.He calls himself cool
metraosexual "dude" as if he is a cold thing.I am relieved no touch-pad is there in our work-place and on top of that i have faith in you and in our love which is pure-for-sure.

Before closing: when we wish something strongly , whole universe conspires to help us. you and i both know, we wait for our best moment, that is when i get chance to touch my body with yours , but i need my masters support to do this. Master are you reading this :P......lolz .Ours is clearly a case of "manufacturer ne bana di
jodi" ( manufacturer created the duo ). May only new/sweet chapters are added in our love story.......i can say here "dance pe chance mar le ".....saga continues......"

Words for aditi.....
you are special and i wish you keep smiling and get everything in life what you want.It's a privilege to know you and to be guest on your blog is like dream for me. Congratulations on reaching this milestone of 50 blog entrie; this may seem virtual milestone but happiness associated is real. Keep on spreading smile dear "
aditi..............:)" ( yes, if i am not wrong there are 14 dots in your profile name :P )

Neeraj (