Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Love & Lies 2

 Disclaimer - All characters are fictitious.  :P 
Continued from Part1

I was hoping against hopes.Out of every 100 friend request which I send to random girls, only 1 accepts my friend request. I appreciate that girls these days do not add random strangers.But they should also know that life is sometimes so weird and strange that even strangers turn out to be your best friend.I was skeptical whether Afreen would accept my friendship.Days passed like anything and I didn't had any positive response.Everyday I would anticipate a notification mail from Facebook.com regarding Afreen but every time disappointment awaited me. I realized that it was my  last few days in Mumbai.I just had to give one final exam and then I was all set to leave Mumbai for once and for all. It was my Mechatronics paper and I was not prepared for it.My Gmail mailbox would remain open during the evening hours.I was trying to read the Mechanic chapter but I could no concentrate on it. Ankita's chat window  popped on the screen.

SexyAnkita90- Hey Meher!! Kya haal hai BHAI :p :p 
Raul4you-Hi! Whats this bhai bhai  and all?.I hate this Ankita!.
SexyAnkita90-Achha, I am sorry for it..Apologies from your best friend.
Raul4you- Thats fine.Between I want to tell you that I am leaving for Delhi next week.I had cleared FMS and I have got a seat there.
SexyAnkita90 - :(  :'( 
Raul4you - What!! Are you sad for me or what? People here struggle to get secure MBA seat in FMS and I have got it through merit.Common Ankita!!
SexyAnkita90- I will miss you Rahul. :( Will you leave me.
Raul4you - Aww! common there is still one more week na. Cheer up.

At the same time ,my phone buzzed.It was Ankita Sharma,my best friend.

'Rahul, why..,' She was sobbing.
'Ankita..common don't cry..you just don't have to cry..you know how hard I have been trying to get seat in FMS and its time to script glory.why don't you understand?,' I said.

"I am always here for you naa...I promise you that I will call you once everyday. Is it fine Sweetheart?,' I assured her.

I  still remember the promise which I made to Sharma Aunty when they had to relocate to Delhi 6 years ago because of Sharma Uncle's Central Government Job.

'Beta..we both are leaving Ankita in this unknown city only because you are here to take care of our daughter.We both trust you and I am sure that you would be a good guardian to Ankita.We always knew how much you cared for her..Please do take good care of her,' Sharma Aunty's words would still flash on my ears. 

'Pakka naa...Promise no,' Ankita said with her voice breaking.

'Aww..don't cry baby...Will meet you  before going..' I adjusted my phone properly.
'So you are going to miss me right...so I mean a lot to you , right?,' I curiously asked her.

'Yes..you have any doubts?,' She asked me.
'No..so why don't you introduce Afreen to me ...,' I laughed.
'Forget !! I am not going to do that...Meher Sahab..she is my junior ..She entered Class 7  when we were in Class 9,' She said me.

'Ahh so she is 2   years younger to you...and 3 years  younger to me...not bad,' I said. My Mathematical reasoning  was very good. Infact , I loved Logics. 

'Afreen Shaikh has accepted your friend request. Write on Afreen's Wall,'  I witnessed a pop up message. 

'Hey Ankita..talk to you later dear,' I cut the phone abruptly.

I soon logged into Facebook.com and checked her profile. 'Yuppie!!My luck worked,' I shouted with joy.
I soon browsed through her pictures and thoroughly investigated her profile.

'You have no reason to know who I am. Its just to stay in touch with friends and family that I come here. I am not an Online person. So Think Twice before you ad me.Stalkers Beware!,' Read her About me  Section. It was a bit scary and for a moment  my impressions changed. She looked so simple and innocent but her about me suggested me that she was aggressive too. I checked for her name on the Chat Section,but sadly I could not locate her.

'Do I know  you ? Who are you? How did you get my profile?,' She had messaged me on Facebook.com.
She had bombarded me with a series of questions which was difficult for me to answer at that time.

'So many questions to answer...why don't you come on chat Miss Pretty?,' I replied her.

After 5 minutes ,a  chat message popped on my browser window.
'Yes Tell me...' She pinged me.
'Tell you what...,' I replied.
'Why did you add me? Do you really know me?,' She interrogated.
'Yes..No...Yes..,' I was confused for a while.
'Yes or No.. .' She was still typing.
'My Keyboard seems to be suffering from Constipation,' I said.
'Stupid :P :P,'  She typed me the tongue smiley. Now this made me change my mind.I have observed many people using such emoticons during chat to express something funny. I learnt that she was a jovial girl.
'I was your senior at St.Lawrence...,' I said.
'Oh So you must have been from Ankita Didi's class na.. :) ,' 
'Oh yeah Ankita ...the same girl..she studied with me...,' I laughed like anything.
'Its good to meet you Rahul..by the way I am Afreen Shaikh and I am currently doing my 1st year Medicine at KEM, :) ,' She said.

She seemed to be a sweet girl. ' I have a big doubt ...please resolve my doubt..,' I asked her.
'Sure..ask me,' She wrote.
'Which photo editor do you use for the profile pictures in facebook? :P :P ,' I was being witty.
':| .. Hello ..Look I don't use any software's and all ..I even don't know how to..Its hardly once in a blue moon that  I come online to check updates...,' She was typing.

'I don't have to do all that..Its not allowed in my family...My Abba and Ammi hates all this...They don't even know that I used Facebook  and all,' She wrote.
'Its fine...,'I said.

We remained silent for a while. After 3 minutes ,Ankita's phone call broke the silence.I cut her phone.I was not ready for another episode of emotional melodrama.So I had to cut her phone call.

Meanwhile, Afreen was typing something.
'Thats it...' She typed.
'Whaaaat....,' I was worried.

'I called Ankita Didi to ask her if you were really from her batch...,' She wrote.
This triggered a shock wave across my spine.I was never expecting this that early .May be this was the reason why Ankita had called me.I soon realized that this friendship was of short span and I assumed that she was going to throw me out her friends list very soon. 'What did she say?,' I curiously asked her.

'Thats it Rahul....Its enough...this is too bad...,' She continued.

(To be continued....)
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Monday, January 30, 2012

Love & Lies 1

Disclaimer - All characters are fictitious . All images have been taken from Google Images.
'Please, Please Anki...Please..Please,' I pleaded.
'No means no...Stop nagging me Rahul,' Ankita said with a straight face.Ankita Sharma was my childhood friend.She was the one who recognized the hidden talent in me  in form of Singing.For me, she is my best friend.

'Please..Please introduce that girl to me naa,' I started again.
'Oh God! which girl stupid?,' She was agitated and irritated by my gestures.

'Afreen..' I replied.
'Afreen Shaikh..the one in your Facebook friends list..,' I continued.

'Mr. Rahul Meher ..not again..please forgot that..I am not going to help you with this,' She refused for once and went back to paper correction.She worked as a Secondary school teacher in Kendriya Vidyalay .I was doing my final year  Engineering from KJ Somaiya Institute of Technology.

'Please stop stalking her for God sake..this ain't good bro..,' She said with a straight face.

'Stop calling me Bro..my parents never told me that I had one more sister..,' I grinned.

I lived in Mumbai since my Junior college days and  for me the 'city of dreams' has been an integral part of my life.I have had all the special  memorable moments of my life in this city with my best buddies. My parents along with my little sister Priyanka lived in Delhi.The one person whom I missed badly has to be Pri. Pri,my little angel is one of the most precious asset.I have always been a responsible and a caring brother to this pretty girl called Priyanka Meher.She is the princess of our house and everyone in my family adores her.

'Haha...now I am seriously going to call you Bhaiyya... and I am not going to help you in this,' She said for once.

'Oh! you are such a sinister and you call yourself my best friend huh..,' I banged the door and left.

Ankita is amongst few of those persons in my life whom I admire. Ankita who was born to a Scientist dad and an Engineer Mother decided to take Education as a part of her career.I always used to tell her that she could be some Astronaut or some famous scientist.But she would simple ignore all my suggestions just because she wanted to live her life the way she wants. She loved little kids and she had been associated with  an NGO called 'Make a Difference' which aims at educating poor and needy kids. She would be teaching kids and help them in solving Algebra,Geometry and Science as she was good in those subjects.

Ten minutes later I'd received a phone call from Ankita.
'Hello, I don't want to talk to you,' I said to her.
'Hey ,Hey boy!! I want to tell you that she is actually a reserved girl yaar..Please understand Rahul,' She said.

'So..' I replied.
'So..she won't add you or she won't be interested in knowing you. I do not want to see you get hurt..you are my best buddy..and you know how much you mean to me ..,' She was getting emotional.

'Oh..sorry ..I understand Anki..don't worry I won't  let you down..but I seriously want to be friends with her..,' I said .

'Oh OK ..as your wish..I am not going to help you..Good luck..,' She said and cut the phone. I sometimes fail to understand girls. All my attempts to understand them have been futile.

I soon left back for my room at Andheri . Ankita lived at Borivali. I boarded the Churgate slow local.I traveled all the way from Andheri to VidyaVihar for my college.

'Forget her Rahul..She  would be lucky if she gets you which I am skeptical,' I received a text message from Ankita after an hour where she was being pessimistic.

'Huh! you know what when you remove a dogs tail from a bottle after 12 years...even after 12 years it would never get straight...I hope you get it ;)' I texted her back.

'And you are that dog Mr.Meher...bow bow :P :P  and your tail can never get straight Haha Rahul :P :P ' She  texted back after 5 minutes.

' X-( I hate you ..stupid,' I sms'ed her and by then my phone battery was almost empty.

I switched on my Dell Inspiron and logged into 'Facebook.com' . I checked for the 119 notifications and 13 unread mails. I unfortunately happened to like a girls profile picture and  later on I regret liking her picture for those notifications which flooded  my account.

'Shishir Mahajan  commented on Nishika Arora's Photo,' one of the notification read.

'What the Fuck!! How is it going to matter me ...I don't even know this Shishir guy, ' I said to myself.

I opened Ankita's Facebook profile and quickly searched for Afreen Shaikh.

I sometimes fail to understand why girls enable privacy setting for their profile.I investigated her profile and found that we had 3 common friends.The other 2 girls were Ankita's room mates whom I befriended.

She was looking good.She was simple and for a moment I thought that she was an innocent girl.She was wearing an Indian attire.I soon clicked on the 'Add as a friend'  button.

'Hey there..I  think we have met before..were you from St.Lawrence High School,' I added her as a friend by writing this note. I thought that Afreen could be Ankita's school friend and I knew that Ankita completed her secondary education from 'St.Lawrence High School'. How shameful could one get when it came to meeting girls in Facebook especially the ones with pretty profile pictures. I was  98% sure that Afreen would not add me back as a friend but I also believed that luck factor has always played an important role in my life.So I thought that the 2% would favor my luck.But to be honest I was hoping against hopes.

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Friday, January 27, 2012

5 Glorious years for The Solitary Writer

 Time flies. This blog was born out of an experiment.May be a careless 2nd year Engineering students tryst with writing gave birth to TSW. Initial days were quite non productive in the blog perspective.The first post came in December.During those times, days were hectic.Submission pressure and marks were few factors which would bother me much. For once I started writing and it was never looking back. never knew I would reach this milestone one day. I hardly have over 300 posts and this itself is a big milestone. I don't know how to thank my readers. Thanks a lot readers,followers,fans and friends for being kind and generous enough to mark your presence here. This has always invoked a smile in my face. I would love to tell you that may be these days I am not regular in blogging but definitely I would miss you all. 

This place has been full of fiction tales,non fictions,random ramblings,poetries and art works. I thank each and everyone for those valuable comments which provide me inputs  about improvements and appreciations.I am planning to post few of my incomplete tales.I have enjoyed being in this space.I cannot cease to thank you guys. Some people mark their presence wherever they tread and you are those.Thank you guys

On  1/27/2007 ,I started this blog and today its 1/27/2012 and its been a never ending journey. Thanks for enlightening this place with your presence.Yuppie! Its finally 5 glorious years for the Solitary Writer

- Love 
   The Solitary Writer.

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Sunday, January 15, 2012

The Party Cycle

Party Cycle!!

 Its quite annoying at times when people  especially friends pester you numerous times to throw a party.Earlier days we would celebrate different occasions with friends and family by partying with  them. Party culture in today's generation different things . A friend called me the other day and asked me if we could party together and I asked him the reason and I was speechless.He was bored and wanted to party with me.That was quite lame but sometimes we can't really help.

Party Cycle

1.When you were born,everyone asked your dad for a party.

2.When you gradually started walking and talking ,there was scope for another party.

3.One more party when you started writing.

4.Another party when you started going to school.

5.A genuine party when you started scoring good marks. All these days your parents were under the axe and it was their sole responsibility.

6.When you entered college,cousins and school friends irk you

7.Again exams,entrance exams,degree college days etc and series of party.

8.Now after you pass university exams, a big party.

9.Sometimes when you flunk unfortunately, its time to share some sorrow.So that would be a booze party.(trust me i was involved in one such party :D )

10.All these while we forgot to mention the birthday party.

11.When you get into job,another party awaits.

12.When you get married ,one more party.

13. When you become a daddy/mommy ...you have to throw a big  party .

14. Repeat Points 1 until 13.

Suresh - Bhai, that girl spoke to me!
Ramesh - Oh which chick man?
Suresh - that beautiful girl from Class D
Ramesh - Natasha?
Suresh - I proposed her...
Ramesh - then ..
Suresh - She accepted and now she is my girlfriend.
Ramesh - Oh then you need to throw me a party .

And there may be several other special occasions where we need to celebrate .But sometimes I feel that it is good to party and enjoy life but sometimes too much of partying is bad.So be responsible and good to others.Enjoy life and do well in life!. See ya!

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Saturday, January 07, 2012

One Night Stand on a New Year Night - 4 (1/1/2012)

One Night Stand Post actually marks my blogging activities every year.My blogging year starts with the ONS posts.
Read the previous parts,
and now I present you 1/1/2012 - ONS - The Man & his changed girl

Monday ->Piyali.
Thursday ->Marissa
Caste no bar.Even he didn't care for any religion or community.He changed girls like clothes.He slept with different girls every night.Girls easily fell prey to him.He was not less than a big flirt.He never followed the concept of marriage.He refused to accept and respect Indian culture and traditions.He never cared for any one .But there was some one who loved him.She was a pretty looking Indian girl.She only knew the good side of him. He was a rude and ill mannered person.

"Where are we going?" the girl asked him.
"To heaven," he said.

"Am gonna take you to a special place tonight," he added.
"Oh is it dear!," she said

It was a brand new year and he took her to a hotel far away from the main city.She left her parents just for him.She was about to elope with him.
He held her close to his body.He caressed her hairs and started kissing her nape voraciously.It was a dark night and the place seemed to be deserted as most of the people were busy enjoying the New Year.He grabbed her firmly and made love with her.
The morning sun shone brightly and brilliantly through the bedroom window. He got up and smiled at her.

'Thanks for the night babe,' He said.
She smiled back at him.

'So did you like it?,' He curiously asked her.

'Yes, I loved it,' She blushed.

'It was my first sex after my gender sex change operation and I can't tell you how much I enjoyed it,' She smiled.

He was bewildered and could not accept the fact that he actually slept with a shemale.

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