And We Met-I

“Ruchika!!!!!!!!!! Ruchika Singhal?” Exclaimed Sameer.

“What? Do you know her?” Asked Ritesh.

“She is the same girl I was talking about… It’s a small world. Isn’t it Ritesh?”

“Look at you Mr. Romeo, you can’t get your eyes off her…”

While the conversation between Ritesh and Sameer was going on, Ruchika removed the laptop from the bag and placed the bottle of water on the podium. Ruchika was just about 5ft.2 inches tall, fair and had light brown eyes. She certainly had the looks of a bomshell; she was definitely a head turner.

“My dear students I take immense pleasure in welcoming our guest lecturer Ruchika Singhal.” Said one of the faculty members from the college holding the microphone in his hand.

Ruchika had a smile that could kill many without any violence, she smiled and her eyes met Sameers. She smiled again and waved her hand at him. The crowd that sat there turned their heads to see Sameer blushing. Sameer didn’t respond instead his friend did.

“You are such an idiot, ladki haath dikah rahi hai, aur tu sharma raha hai??”

“But that’s what my surname means! Bhul gaya kya mera naam Sameer Sharma hai.”

Ritesh hits Sameer in his stomach and right at that moment Ruchika starts to speak.

“Hi friends, I am Ruchika Singhal. Your speaker for this hour. I am a student with JJ School of Arts. You guys might be wondering, if I am still a student what am I doing on the other side of the stage?”

The crowd start talking amongst them, only then Ruchika interrupts

“Well that’s one question, even I don’t have an answer for.” Chuckles Ruchika.

“I am here to speak on my passion, Photography.”

Ruchika speaks efficiently for the next one hour only to see Sameer completely involved in her speech, he has a faint smile on his face and twinkle in his eyes. Sameer knew what he thought was just admiration is now love at second sight.

To be continued

And I Dreamt....

“I met this girl last evening; don’t know where to start from, what all should I tell you about her” said Sameer dreamily.

“Uncle Sam, you are in love aren’t you?” said Ritesh naughtily.

“Shut Up yaar, you should have met her to know what an amazing persona she had.”

“Alright, Sammy what’s her name?”

“Ruchika.”

“Ruchika what?”Asked Ritesh.

“I don’t know Ritesh, I was so lost in her eyes when she spoke, that it never struck me to ask questions.”

The college bell rings.

“Sam, some speaker is coming to the college today. All of us have to attend the guest lecture.”

“What is it about Ritesh?”

“The speaker knows it better and then only God knows what he is going to speak on.”

“HE! Such a big turn off….”

They both have a hearty laugh and walk towards the hall. They enter the hall and find the last few seats vacant. They make themselves comfortable. Sameer takes out his Ipad. He logs in to Facebook and searches for Ruchika, simultaneously the thoughts of her have already occupied his mind. He thinks where I will be able to find her meet her, talk to her. He knows it isn’t love but admiration.

Suddenly a male voice speaks on the microphone.

“Due to last minute emergency, the speaker  Mr. Arora will not be able to make it today.”

The students start clapping and rejoicing when the same voice speaks again.

“But the good news is we have Ms. Singhal to address us, we are expecting her any moment, so please behave yourselves. Do not be a disgrace to the fine repute of this college. ”

A pretty girl enters the room with a laptop bag and a bottle of water.

To be continued

And It Rained....

Yes, it hurts, after all I am human.

Sameer closed his eyes with this thought and tears rolled down his cheek. He sat alone. He looked up at the dark sky and went back a few years down the lane.

“Mumbai rains are to die for.”

“Excuse me, are you talking to me??” Asked Sameer.

“Yes, you are the only person who can hear me right now” replied Ruchika.

“So you are from Mumbai?”

“Yes, I have always been here, oh! By the way I am Ruchika.”

“Sameer”

“So if it’s not too personal, Can I ask you what do you do Sameer?”

“No, not at all. I am a final year student in Xavier’s College.”

“Ruchika? Right?” (Sameer reassures if he got the name right), what do you do”?

“I am a photographer, dancer, music composer and a painter.”

(Sameer laughs out loud). “No seriously, tell me what do you do”?

“Why do you think I am lying to you? I actually take pictures, dance, compose music and paint.”

“Wohoo!!!!  Must say you are one hell of a female.”

“Alright you don’t believe me? Do you?”

“No it isn’t what you thinking. It’s just that, I can’t imagine one person being so creative.”

“Wait let me get my camera from the car, May be atleast then, you will believe, I am a photographer.”

Ruchika gets a call that interrupts the conversation between them.

“I have to go Sameer, it was nice meeting you, life rahi to fir milenge, bye!!!!!”

Sameer stood there not knowing how to react and what to say. He simply stood there and watched Ruchika leave.


To be continued.....

No Demands ;)

“I love you, Diya.”

“I love you too, what’s with you Sudhanshu?? Anything bothering you?”

“No Diya, can’t I just say that I love you.”

“Ofcourse you can, but for now simply spit it out”

“How I wish I can drown in your pretty eyes Diya??”

“They are not any lake or sea that you would want to drown in them, they are my eyes for god sake, get out of that dreamland”

“You are just not the romantic types, isn’t it Diya?”

“Yeah and you are Raj Kapoor’s grandson when it comes to romance, right?”

“Hahahaha!!!, I don’t know about Raj Kapoor, but I am Pitambar Prasad Chaudhary’s grandson.”

“Ufff!!!!  You and your pathetic jokes, Sudhanshu you are sick….”

“Alright, I LOVE YOU Diya .”

“That’s an easy escape Mr. Chaudhary”

“So whats that on your forehead?”

“Where? What? What are you talking about Sudhanshu?”

“Alright just stay still, let me do that for you….”

“Take the pains to tell me what is it, Sudhanshu??”

Sudhanshu leans forward and kisses Diya on her forehead. There is a minute of silence and the smile refuses to leave Diya’s lips. Sudhanshu breaks the silence and says

“Diya, there is something on your lips this time….”

“Oh really Sudhanshu? Don’t you think you are getting too demanding? ;)”

Of Sim Cards and Beyond that…..

A subscriber identity module or subscriber identification module (SIM) is an integrated circuit that securely stores the service-subscriber key (IMSI)used to identify a subscriber on mobile telephony devices (such as mobile phones and computers).

A SIM is held on a removable SIM card, which can be transferred between different mobile devices. SIM cards were first made the same size as a credit card (85.60 mm × 53.98 mm × 0.76 mm). The development of physically smaller mobile devices prompted the development of a smaller SIM card, the mini-SIM card. Mini-SIM cards have the same thickness as full-size cards, but their length and width are reduced to 25 mm × 15 mm.

A SIM card contains its unique serial number (ICCID), internationally unique number of the mobile user (IMSI), security authentication and ciphering information, temporary information related to the local network, a list of the services the user has access to and two passwords (PIN for usual use and PUK for unlocking).

Now you would be wondering, why am I going “gaga” over this sim card?? Well a couple of days back my sweetheart friend decided to clean her phone. Yes! You read that right. Clean the phone. She said, “My phone is full of dust and shit, I need to clean it.”

 She usually takes her office cab to work. The day was no different; she was in her cab when she made up her mind to “clean” her phone. In the process of cleaning the same, she managed to misplace her sim card. I am sure she must have put in a lot of effort to find the same but all in vain.

A couple of hours later I get an email from her,

Hi,

I have lost my sim card..

please mail (xyz@gmail.com )me incase of any emergency... or leave a message on fb...

It may take a while to get a new number/sim.

Thanks!

Have a super awesome day ahead!

-me

Now she doesn’t have a sim card and is extremely adamant about not getting one soon, so I am not able to call her and talk to her. Its Friendship day this Sunday and I won’t be able to wish her. This is beyond my forte to be a superwoman and convince her to get a sim card soon, so that I can talk to her everyday and especially on Sunday J

I hereby request all my blog readers to please post a comment saying, "best friend please get a sim soon, I miss talking to you"

Do something good this friendship day because friendship surely is beyond sim cards J

LO KARLO BAAT!!!!!!

This morning I messaged my good friend, Pallavi Murty (Palli, Bachu, Palla), that’s the name. So we exchanged quite a few messages. A few tickled my funny bones (Don’t take that the biological way). Here is what happened!!!

Messages:

 Pooh to Palli: Good morning Palli J  

Palli to Pooh: Gud morning Di! Ssup? Ki haal?

Pooh to Palli: Bus Yaar! Jivit hai

Palli to Pooh: Hehe, achi baat hai!!!!!!!!!!!!! Bahot acchi baat hai!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Pooh to Palli: Confuje to nahi kar diya humne? J Yaar kuch cheezo ko lekar irritated hu aur kuch nahi. But I feel there is no point crying over spilt milk.

Palli to Pooh: Tension nahi lene ka. Kaam karneka nahi. Karwaneka! N I don’t like milk to chaddo. Aapki mehnat ka fal aapko zarur milega balike!

Pooh to Palli: Dhanyawad Prabhu, abhari hu mai aapki. Yaar Palli tujhe khabe main sabse mast kya lagta?

Palli to Pooh: KHABE??

Pooh to Palli: “Khane” Typo error J

Palli to Pooh: Wohi to sochu! Khane main boletoh, anything veg except south Indian. Bestest to Hakka noodles and Paneer Butter Masala. Savere Savere bukh lag gayi meko ab! Si yaar!

This is not the end to the messages that we were exchanging, we went on chatting and wrote funnier stuff, which ofcourse will not be published on the blog! And, I thought, a simple good morning message can lead to such an interesting conversation. Lo Karlo Baat, Ji bhar ke!!!! 

Musical Car :)

Musical chair was my favorite pass time as a kid. I would request the host of any party to call for a round of musical chair, be it a birthday party or an anniversary I didn’t care. I wanted Musical chair, and I played it till I fainted (Don’t look dumbstruck, I actually fainted, but that was only once!!!).

So why is it today that I remember musical chair? Any guesses? No. I thought as much (Sigh!!!!!). It’s just that today I played a similar game, but it was a little different from what I played when I was a kid. This is called musical car!!! Yes Musical Car, you read that right, don’t rub your eyes now.

So let me explain to you how this game is played. You will need the following:

1.       Bucket

2.       Car shampoo

3.       Water

4.       Scrub

5.       Car polish

6.       I-pod

How to play?

Well, first you need to plug in your i-pod, make sure it has all foot tapping numbers loaded in it, trust me you shall realize the importance of it. Next you need to fill in the bucket with water and add car shampoo to it. Once you see the froth in it, this mixture is ready to make contact with your car. Now, you are ready to play “Musical Car”. Tap your feet move around the car, move swiftly else you might just miss the corners. Move in the clockwise direction else you will be disqualified. When the song stops, rest wherever you are, because by this time you will be drenched in sweat.

No sooner the next song starts, you got to move fast baby, else you shall never reach the end. I told you this will be different from the musical chair we played as kids; here you only need to compete with yourself. The song is playing and you will have to cover the entire area as quickly as possible.

Clean the doors, the glass of the window, the wind shield, the back class, the front view, wipers, with the help of a scrubber, all in one song. Next you need to quickly apply the car polish on your car. By the end of four songs you are done with playing musical car. Your car looks brand new, and you, its time for  you to hit the shower . A game to enjoy , “mehnat ki mehnat, music ka music J”