The world was passing me with a speed of 70 km per hour. It was a pleasant evening in Bangalore and I was enjoying my drive. I reached at the reception party at 8.30. I was feeling a bit tired because of the 45 k.m. drive. I went directly to meet Aditya and Ahana and they were looking great together. As I was approaching them, I crossed many good looking and formally dressed people and I realized that I am wearing the same jeans, I did not wash for I don’t know how many days.
“Congrats dood, finally you made it. Hey gorgeous, u too did it. You guys deserve Noble for winning the invincible battle” I said to the couple and laughed loudly as if I have cracked a great joke. It was an intercast, interreligion and interstate marriage and after a lot of emotional drama, the families finally agreed for the marriage. I talked to them for 10 minutes and during the conversation Ahana laughed on all my jokes. Finally when I was leaving them, Aditya told me “Man your sense of humor is pathetic. Only girls laugh at your jokes.”
“And that is my motivation”, I replied smiling. Ok guys, now you attend other guests and don’t worry, I will not be off without having dinner. I said while leaving them.
“I know. Hope you will not get bore. You don’t know anybody here.” Aditya said.
“I enjoy my company a lot” I said and moved toward the area where drinks were being served.
My jeans was teasing all well dressed people. The function was at a very beautiful open resort. The central area was surrounded by beautiful green trees. The food was being served at one side and the cocktail area was on the right of that. I was passing through the area where dining arrangement was made with circular tables and 6 chairs around them. Slow instrumental music, dark green grass on the ground, smell of flowers and slow breeze was making that area a perfect place for drink.
“Blenders Pride with coke and soda” I told the bar tender and moved towards an empty table. A waiter served me the leg of some unlucky chicken. In next 30 minutes I had moved to my 3rd peg and waved 2 times to Aditya. It’s a never said but universally accepted fact that if you wave the person who is giving the party with a smile on your face means either you are enjoying or at least trying to show that you are enjoying the party. But I was actually enjoying the moment. I was drinking and observing people (actually girls). I was wondering that why every girl is looking so pretty. As a part of an old game of mine, I was rating all girls on a scale of 10 and I was surprised that no one had got less than 7 so far.
“7, 7.5, 8, 7 again. Ohh this one is 8.5… no man she is 9. Just look at her figure and eyes. 9 is final.” I was enjoying my game and suddenly a different thought came in to my mind. “How many points a girl will give me if she plays the same game.7, 7.5?” I smiled and started the game again. Suddenly I noticed something.
“Ohhh, that “9” girl is staring at me continuously. Man, I always knew I am good looking.8 points to you buddy.” I smiled at my own joke. I changed the focus to my peg which was about to get finished. I called up a waiter and told him with a great affection,”Dost, ek aur peg banva do vo badi mooch vale bhai sahab se. He knows what I am drinking.” Waiter smiled and went towards the bar. As I was going to start the number game again, I noticed the “9” girl moving towards me. In next few seconds she was standing in front of me.
The “9” girl: Hi. You are Niteesh na?
Me: (Ooops. She knows me) Yes. Do we know each other?
All of a sudden I became a sophisticated guy.
The “9” girl: You did not recognize me Niteesh (Ofcourse I didn’t. What the need of saying it) And actually I was not even expecting that you will recognize me. We met in a train journey from Hyderabad to Delhi in 2007. Try to recall. My name is Soniya. You don’t know how happy I am to see you.
Few years back……a journey from Secunderabad to Delhi in Sampark Kranti sleeper compartment. I was reading Sidney Sheldon’s “Tell Me Your Dream” and I saw a beautiful girl requesting the TTE to arrange a seat for her. She was carrying a bag which was too big to be carried by a beautiful girl like her. My seat was side lower and fortunately I was sitting alone on my seat. I noticed the expression of guys sitting around me. Everyone was rearranging their luggage to make some sitting space near them. I smiled and got busy in reading again and suddenly I heard a sweet voice. “Can I sit here for some time? I don’t have seat and TTE has asked me to wait for few hours.” The girl asked me.
I don’t know, was it the English novel or my side lower birth or my brother looking face, she came directly to me. Guys in the train who were talking to me in a friendly manner few minutes back were staring at me in fury. I had become the enemy of everyone.
There was some frequency match between me and that girl (keeping in mind that I generally don’t speak a lot in front of strangers) because we talked about many things in next 4-5 hours and after that I don’t remember, when the girl left my seat and why did not I take her number. But overall I remember that we had very good conversation and I gave her a lot of Gyan. This was the first and last time I met a girl in the train though every time I wish to meet some girl when I start a train journey (actually 90% of the guys does that. Rest 10% is committed). A survey says that 1.3% of all love stories start in a train.
Me: hey…good to see you. Sorry I could not recognize you.
Sonia: It ok. Its been long. Even I would not have recognized you if that meeting was not proved to be so important for my life. Meeting you is like a dream come true. I prayed it to God many times.
Me: Why? Did you lose something precious that day from your bag and you think I took it.
This was the most pathetic joke I cracked that day but still I found her smiling.
Soniya: I know that meeting would not have much importance for you but some of your words changed my life and probably my life would have been different if I had not met you in the train that day.
Guys feel best when they hear good words about them from beautiful girls and I am definitely a guy. Though, I was sure that whatever words changed her life would have been from some book or movie or from my brother.
Soniya: I was fighting for something important and I had almost accepted the defeat when I met you that day. I remember your words. Biggest happiness in life demands biggest fights and if you know that what you are going to do is right then go ahead. Otherwise, after 40 years when you will look back, you will find that you lost something important just because you did not give yourself the last try.
“I said that! Seems I am hearing these things for the first time. And who the hell will care what u did 40 years back. I don’t even remember what I was doing 4 hours back. Strange” I thought in mind.
She paused for few seconds and then she started again. “These are very common lines Niteesh and even I have heard these lines in different words from many people but you said it at the right time. Today I am a happy and satisfied person just because of the decision I took that day.”
After a deep breath she said: Thanks Niteesh
During the whole story I tried to remember many times that why I said so many gyan bhri baatein to her during that journey. I generally do Gyanbaaji with very close friends when we are in some intense discussion. Alcohol had made my brain little slower and rather than saying anything to the girl I was thinking that whether I should take one more peg or not.
“He is Niteesh, remember I told you about him” Sonia was introducing me with some good looking guy.
“He is Abhishek….my husband” She told me.
I said hi to him and understood that Abhishek came there to call her. Probably they were ready to go. After the end of story I had not said anything to Soniya. She had left the chair and was waving me. I did not even say welcome after the thanks. Finally I opened my mouth to speak.
Me: Sonia. How many points you would give me out of 10 if you rate guys on the basis of their appearance.
She gave me a puzzled expression and waited for few seconds and then she said: 6 or may be less than that.
I made a stupid looking sad face and saw her moving away. I waved her bye and moved towards the parking area with two thoughts. “Am I too drunk to drive?” and “I did not say bye to Aditya and Ahana”.
Monday, March 15, 2010
Friday, January 15, 2010
Self-Realization
जीवन के उलझे रास्तो पर
मैं मंजिल नयी बनाता हूँ
हर कोशिश में कुछ पाने की
मैं खुद से ही मिल जाता हूँ
कुछ दोस्त मिले कुछ चले गए
कुछ रह कर भी अपने ना रहे
हर रस्ते पर हर मंजिल पे
मैं नए दोस्त बनाता हूँ
कोशिश में पाने की दोस्त नए
मैं खुद से ही मिल जाता हूँ
कभी जशनो में मैं मिलता हूँ
कभी सूरज सा मैं ढलता हूँ
जैसा मैं सबको पता हूँ मैं वैसा ही बन जाता हूँ
हर दिन एक रूप बदलने में
मैं खुद से ही मिल जाता हूँ
कुछ हैं जो मेरे अपने है
कुछ सच है और कुछ सपने है
कुछ खुद आकर मिल जाते है
कुछ से मैं मिलने जाता हूँ
हर सपने को सच में बदलने में
मैं खुद से ही मिल जाता हूँ
कभी तूफानी बरसातो में
कागज की नाव बनाता हूँ
कभी आंधी और तेज हवाओ में
मैं दीपक नए जलाता हूँ
इन दीपक की लौ के उजालो में
मैं खुद से ही मिल जाता हूँ
कभी बिलकुल स्थिर मैं रहता हूँ
कुछ सुनता हूँ कुछ कहता हूँ
कोई नया लक्ष्य जो मिला मुझे
मैं नदियों सा बह जाता हूँ
बहते बहते रुकते चलते
मैं खुद से ही मिल जाता हूँ
मैं मंजिल नयी बनाता हूँ
हर कोशिश में कुछ पाने की
मैं खुद से ही मिल जाता हूँ
कुछ दोस्त मिले कुछ चले गए
कुछ रह कर भी अपने ना रहे
हर रस्ते पर हर मंजिल पे
मैं नए दोस्त बनाता हूँ
कोशिश में पाने की दोस्त नए
मैं खुद से ही मिल जाता हूँ
कभी जशनो में मैं मिलता हूँ
कभी सूरज सा मैं ढलता हूँ
जैसा मैं सबको पता हूँ मैं वैसा ही बन जाता हूँ
हर दिन एक रूप बदलने में
मैं खुद से ही मिल जाता हूँ
कुछ हैं जो मेरे अपने है
कुछ सच है और कुछ सपने है
कुछ खुद आकर मिल जाते है
कुछ से मैं मिलने जाता हूँ
हर सपने को सच में बदलने में
मैं खुद से ही मिल जाता हूँ
कभी तूफानी बरसातो में
कागज की नाव बनाता हूँ
कभी आंधी और तेज हवाओ में
मैं दीपक नए जलाता हूँ
इन दीपक की लौ के उजालो में
मैं खुद से ही मिल जाता हूँ
कभी बिलकुल स्थिर मैं रहता हूँ
कुछ सुनता हूँ कुछ कहता हूँ
कोई नया लक्ष्य जो मिला मुझे
मैं नदियों सा बह जाता हूँ
बहते बहते रुकते चलते
मैं खुद से ही मिल जाता हूँ
Monday, January 11, 2010
I Quit
I had heard a lot about him. Most of the people told me bad things about him but I noticed that he was very good friend of many. I used to wonder how come everyone knows him. First time, I met him around 6 years back. I never thought that he will become my friend but somehow I started liking him. With each passing day our relation became stronger. It has become my habit to meet him 4-5 times a day. He was well adjusted in my circle and his presence had become necessary in all our gatherings.
My life with him was going great and suddenly one day things started changing. I was returning from my office and as usual I decided to meet him. We spend good time. While returning, suddenly I started feeling that someone is behind me…someone bad. I knew his intentions are to hurt me or probably kill me. I was afraid. My forehead was wet with sweat and my heartbeat became faster. I collected all my courage and turned back………………………..No one was there.
After that day this fear became part of my life. I started feeling the same thing again and again. I was wondering why anyone would want to kill me. Sometimes, I even noticed a dangerous shadow behind me sometimes but every time when I turned back, I found no one but a dark silence in the air. I knew something wrong is going on and I was sure I am in some big danger. I was really tensed and then I decided to meet “Uncle Sam”
Uncle Sam has got expertise in handling such cases. I went to his office which was full of big horrible machines and strange instruments. I was surprised to see the long queue of people waiting to meet him. I waited long to enter into his personal cabin. He was wearing a long overcoat and something strange was hanging around his neck. Uncle Sam asked me many questions and I honestly answered each of them. After a long discussion he gave me some instruction and asked me to go. He promised me that he will solve the problem.
I came out of Uncle Sam’s office and I felt a strong urge to meet my friend. I realized that I miss him more when I am in some kind of tension. I also realized that in such situations, his company gives me lot of support and relaxation. As I met him I again felt the same thing. Someone was definitely behind me with cruel intentions to kill me. I turned back and I found nothing. My fear was increasing day by day.
Life was moving on with same experiences till that day Uncle Sam called me and asked me to come to his office. I rushed towards his office. He asked me to sit on a long comfortable chair and instructed me to close my eyes. I knew that he has solved this mystery. After 5 minutes, picture of some past incident started appearing in front of my eyes. It was the same day when I had this frightening feeling for the first time. My eyes were closed but I was in full conscious. Whole scenario of that day started moving like a movie.
I am returning from my office…... I decided to meet him…..I am walking. I felt someone behind me….. I am afraid….I collected all my courage and turned back………………………..ohhh My God. Its you.
I cannot believe this. It was him… my friend. He had a big knife in his hand and his intention where clear….stab me. I opened my eyes. Uncle Sam was smiling.
Uncle Sam: This is why everyone says he is a bad guy. Whosoever becomes his friend initially likes him but he kills many of them….slowly.
I had understood everything. In past 6 year he had become part of my life but now the time has come to take a big decision. Uncle Sam was looking towards me and I knew that he wants to ask that what I am going to do.
I said: “I QUIT”
“We don’t smoke the cigarette. Cigarette smokes us. We are just suckers”
Cast:
Me: Anyone who has quit smoking
My Friend (and the killer)- Cigarette
Uncle Sam: Any doctor you can think of
[The Idea of this story was given by my friend Kirti Singh. I am writing his name to avoid any kind of controversy (like 3 idiot-Chetan Bhagat) incase this post becomes super hit.]
My life with him was going great and suddenly one day things started changing. I was returning from my office and as usual I decided to meet him. We spend good time. While returning, suddenly I started feeling that someone is behind me…someone bad. I knew his intentions are to hurt me or probably kill me. I was afraid. My forehead was wet with sweat and my heartbeat became faster. I collected all my courage and turned back………………………..No one was there.
After that day this fear became part of my life. I started feeling the same thing again and again. I was wondering why anyone would want to kill me. Sometimes, I even noticed a dangerous shadow behind me sometimes but every time when I turned back, I found no one but a dark silence in the air. I knew something wrong is going on and I was sure I am in some big danger. I was really tensed and then I decided to meet “Uncle Sam”
Uncle Sam has got expertise in handling such cases. I went to his office which was full of big horrible machines and strange instruments. I was surprised to see the long queue of people waiting to meet him. I waited long to enter into his personal cabin. He was wearing a long overcoat and something strange was hanging around his neck. Uncle Sam asked me many questions and I honestly answered each of them. After a long discussion he gave me some instruction and asked me to go. He promised me that he will solve the problem.
I came out of Uncle Sam’s office and I felt a strong urge to meet my friend. I realized that I miss him more when I am in some kind of tension. I also realized that in such situations, his company gives me lot of support and relaxation. As I met him I again felt the same thing. Someone was definitely behind me with cruel intentions to kill me. I turned back and I found nothing. My fear was increasing day by day.
Life was moving on with same experiences till that day Uncle Sam called me and asked me to come to his office. I rushed towards his office. He asked me to sit on a long comfortable chair and instructed me to close my eyes. I knew that he has solved this mystery. After 5 minutes, picture of some past incident started appearing in front of my eyes. It was the same day when I had this frightening feeling for the first time. My eyes were closed but I was in full conscious. Whole scenario of that day started moving like a movie.
I am returning from my office…... I decided to meet him…..I am walking. I felt someone behind me….. I am afraid….I collected all my courage and turned back………………………..ohhh My God. Its you.
I cannot believe this. It was him… my friend. He had a big knife in his hand and his intention where clear….stab me. I opened my eyes. Uncle Sam was smiling.
Uncle Sam: This is why everyone says he is a bad guy. Whosoever becomes his friend initially likes him but he kills many of them….slowly.
I had understood everything. In past 6 year he had become part of my life but now the time has come to take a big decision. Uncle Sam was looking towards me and I knew that he wants to ask that what I am going to do.
I said: “I QUIT”
“We don’t smoke the cigarette. Cigarette smokes us. We are just suckers”
Cast:
Me: Anyone who has quit smoking
My Friend (and the killer)- Cigarette
Uncle Sam: Any doctor you can think of
[The Idea of this story was given by my friend Kirti Singh. I am writing his name to avoid any kind of controversy (like 3 idiot-Chetan Bhagat) incase this post becomes super hit.]
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
The Perception
It was chilling evening and I was moving on a long straight road. Half constructed apartments were trying to register their presence in my mind but I was more interested in the loneliness of that road. No vehicles, no shops, no crowd…just the sound of chilling air, which was penetrating my skin to reach the bones of my body.
Suddenly, my legs stopped in front of a small park. Something forced me to move towards the park and I saw some kids playing in the park. Few more steps and noticed a little girl sitting on a wooden bench at one corner of the park. Something attracted me towards her. As I was approaching her, I noticed that she is not older than 5-6 years. I could not see her face because she was wearing a red woolen cap and looking downwards. At first instant I thought she is sleeping but then I realized that she is in deep thinking mode. Her small legs were stretched over the bench making a small part of her leg hanging in air.
As I sat on the same bench, she lifted her head and turned towards me. For few seconds, I was just lost in the cuteness of her face. Dark black eyes, small round face with pinkish white cheeks. The red cap covering her head and ears was making her even prettier. She was quite and did not speak anything; rather she closed her eyes and moved her head downwards again. I dint know why but a thought came in to my mind and I started a conversation.
I: Why are you sad little girl?
She (in sweeter than her face voice): I am not sad, I am thinking
(Impressed; this wasn’t the kind of answer I was expecting.)
I: What are you thinking?
She: I am thinking about a friend of mine, actually, the best friend of mine.
I: Ok. So he/she is not with you and you don’t have anyone else to play with (I made a guess)
She: I have lot of friends but I don’t want to play with them. I am waiting for him and if he comes, we will play otherwise I will go home (she said in her careless voice)
I: So where is your friend? Why did not he come? Where does he live? (I was wondering why I am asking so many questions to this small kid)
She: I don’t know. I met him here few days back. He was alone and he was white. When I saw him, he was hiding under that bush. Probably, he was afraid of something. Then I helped him to come out. He was small and he also had a cute small tail. He was not dirty like other doggies on the street. I gave him my toffee and he kissed me on my shoes. Then, we became friends and we started playing. Everyday, in evening, we used to play for hours and then I stopped playing with my old friends.
(I was not expecting that she is talking about any puppy or dog but I did not change my expressions, rather, I became more curious.)
I: Then?
She: We had become best friend. We enjoyed each others company. I even left playing with all my friends. Then one day, I went to my grandmom’s place for few days. When I returned, he was not here. I searched for him but I could not find him. I was sad and I cried. Every evening, I came here to search him. Yesterday I saw him playing with some other kid. I went to him but he ignored me. I stood there for many minutes but he did not come to me. When I returned to home, I cried again and mummy told me that she would bring me another puppy. But now, I don’t like any other puppy.
I: hmmm, that is sad. But how can you consider him your best friend when you know that he left you and now he is playing with someone else?
She: He is my best friend because I like him. May be, he left me because of some reason. May be he was hurt because I left him for few days or he met with some problems when I was not here. Right now I am thinking that whether I should go to him once more or not. May be he will recognize me this time.
This was a strange explanation which I could not understand, probably because I can not think like a kid…..pure and honest. I was not even sure what I should say to that kid. I just smiled and get up to move. I noticed that the girl has again made the same gesture in which I saw her when I entered in park. Many thoughts were moving in my mind but I could not figure them out.
Suddenly, my legs stopped in front of a small park. Something forced me to move towards the park and I saw some kids playing in the park. Few more steps and noticed a little girl sitting on a wooden bench at one corner of the park. Something attracted me towards her. As I was approaching her, I noticed that she is not older than 5-6 years. I could not see her face because she was wearing a red woolen cap and looking downwards. At first instant I thought she is sleeping but then I realized that she is in deep thinking mode. Her small legs were stretched over the bench making a small part of her leg hanging in air.
As I sat on the same bench, she lifted her head and turned towards me. For few seconds, I was just lost in the cuteness of her face. Dark black eyes, small round face with pinkish white cheeks. The red cap covering her head and ears was making her even prettier. She was quite and did not speak anything; rather she closed her eyes and moved her head downwards again. I dint know why but a thought came in to my mind and I started a conversation.
I: Why are you sad little girl?
She (in sweeter than her face voice): I am not sad, I am thinking
(Impressed; this wasn’t the kind of answer I was expecting.)
I: What are you thinking?
She: I am thinking about a friend of mine, actually, the best friend of mine.
I: Ok. So he/she is not with you and you don’t have anyone else to play with (I made a guess)
She: I have lot of friends but I don’t want to play with them. I am waiting for him and if he comes, we will play otherwise I will go home (she said in her careless voice)
I: So where is your friend? Why did not he come? Where does he live? (I was wondering why I am asking so many questions to this small kid)
She: I don’t know. I met him here few days back. He was alone and he was white. When I saw him, he was hiding under that bush. Probably, he was afraid of something. Then I helped him to come out. He was small and he also had a cute small tail. He was not dirty like other doggies on the street. I gave him my toffee and he kissed me on my shoes. Then, we became friends and we started playing. Everyday, in evening, we used to play for hours and then I stopped playing with my old friends.
(I was not expecting that she is talking about any puppy or dog but I did not change my expressions, rather, I became more curious.)
I: Then?
She: We had become best friend. We enjoyed each others company. I even left playing with all my friends. Then one day, I went to my grandmom’s place for few days. When I returned, he was not here. I searched for him but I could not find him. I was sad and I cried. Every evening, I came here to search him. Yesterday I saw him playing with some other kid. I went to him but he ignored me. I stood there for many minutes but he did not come to me. When I returned to home, I cried again and mummy told me that she would bring me another puppy. But now, I don’t like any other puppy.
I: hmmm, that is sad. But how can you consider him your best friend when you know that he left you and now he is playing with someone else?
She: He is my best friend because I like him. May be, he left me because of some reason. May be he was hurt because I left him for few days or he met with some problems when I was not here. Right now I am thinking that whether I should go to him once more or not. May be he will recognize me this time.
This was a strange explanation which I could not understand, probably because I can not think like a kid…..pure and honest. I was not even sure what I should say to that kid. I just smiled and get up to move. I noticed that the girl has again made the same gesture in which I saw her when I entered in park. Many thoughts were moving in my mind but I could not figure them out.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
BREAK-UP
Every story, whether it is long or short, good or bad has an end. Important factor is that, how it ends. Fortunately, I have lot of friends, all of them having different characters and different way of thinking. More importantly, I got chance to be the evidence of many love relations of many of my friends.
Those who got a chance to be in love know that it is a beautiful feeling which can not be expressed in words. But many of the love relations have a serious negative outcome which is called “BREAK-UP”.
Break-up Type I- Male driven break-up: I am starting with this kind of break-up because this has been the most dominating since past especially in Tier II and Tier III cities. Guy starts the relation as a time pass element and girl (mostly simple girls of middle or lower middle class) becomes too senti. Girl starts thinking about the name of their unborn kids. But suddenly guy starts feeling that “yaar ye to chipak gayi hai”. OR he gets a better looking girl. BREAK-UP. Poor girl cry a lot and for really long time. She calls up the guy many times and asks “what wrong did I do”. Well, you did not do anything wrong, rather you did the right thing with a wrong guy. In simple words, he is BA*T*RD and does not deserve to be with you.
Break-up Type II- Female driven break-up: CAGR of this type of break-up has been around 20% in last 5 years. Future market is also very promising. Mostly happens when a smart, Tier I city girl gets involve with a simple guy. The guy goes to pick the girl every day from her coaching, driving 20 k.m. on his bike. One day when he reaches the coaching, he sees the girl moving away with a guy having car or at least better looking bike. BREAK-UP. This time guy cries a lot (mostly when he is drunk). In many cases, guy calls up the girt and tells her that he will kill her. He he he, boss, you are not going to do anything like this. If you really want to do something, find a right girl for you
Break-up Type III- Selection driven break-up: Both love each other but the problem is that they are not compatible. Problem starts when no one is ready to compromise. Fir kya….Roj roj ke jhagde. Some examples:
“See, I don’t like you talking to guys, have you ever seen me talking to other girls” ( hmmm over possessive)
“Ofcourse I love you but this is very good opportunity for my professional life…cant you wait for few more years” (The sensitive and the ambitious)
“Nooo I don’t talk to her now. She was my past. (Shak…what the F**K)
In such kind of break-up, they unite many times after saying “Its over” but ultimately they separate.
Compromise is an important part of relation. Words like perfect match do not exist, perfect relation does.
Break-up Type IV- Destiny driven break-up: We were the perfect match but…..
Whenever I think about love relation, I consider 4 factors which make the relation successful. Love, respect, understanding and compatibility. This couple has it all but there are some other things which affect a relation. In most of the cases this thing is “parents”.
They always had an option to run away but somehow they could not do it. Some experts (including me) don’t like to use the word break-up for such kind of end but that does not matter.
Life of both ends becomes difficult and only time heals the pain. Although, in their hearts, the relation lives forever.
“Hum dil de chuke sanam” and “Rab ne bana di jodi” becomes their favorite movie because they try to relate them selves with the characters.
What ever is the kind of break-up, life becomes difficult for some time (unless you have advance degree in flirting). Jagjit Singh suddenly becomes the favorite singer and watching space becomes favorite sport. Public gatherings become torture and many of friends become enemies. Many of the acquaintances (some friends also) make fun of their break-up and feel like winner. “Dekha….maine kaha tha unka relation nahi chalega”
Some friends, who understand the situation, become close during this time. Most among these friends (the intellectual or nice ones) do not speak much, they just hear. Some speak also: “Dood I understand you. When I broke-up with my girl, I did not eat for 10 days”.
I feel that life always gives you some reasons to restart. Bad things come and go in life and the only thing which remains forever is “Memories”. You will always find a reason to smile if you want to. One of my favorite lines says that:
KAHANI KE ANT ME SAB THEEK HO JATA HAI AUR AGAR THEEK NAHI HUA TO SAMJHO KAHANI ABHI KHATAM NAHI HUI HAI”
Those who got a chance to be in love know that it is a beautiful feeling which can not be expressed in words. But many of the love relations have a serious negative outcome which is called “BREAK-UP”.
Break-up Type I- Male driven break-up: I am starting with this kind of break-up because this has been the most dominating since past especially in Tier II and Tier III cities. Guy starts the relation as a time pass element and girl (mostly simple girls of middle or lower middle class) becomes too senti. Girl starts thinking about the name of their unborn kids. But suddenly guy starts feeling that “yaar ye to chipak gayi hai”. OR he gets a better looking girl. BREAK-UP. Poor girl cry a lot and for really long time. She calls up the guy many times and asks “what wrong did I do”. Well, you did not do anything wrong, rather you did the right thing with a wrong guy. In simple words, he is BA*T*RD and does not deserve to be with you.
Break-up Type II- Female driven break-up: CAGR of this type of break-up has been around 20% in last 5 years. Future market is also very promising. Mostly happens when a smart, Tier I city girl gets involve with a simple guy. The guy goes to pick the girl every day from her coaching, driving 20 k.m. on his bike. One day when he reaches the coaching, he sees the girl moving away with a guy having car or at least better looking bike. BREAK-UP. This time guy cries a lot (mostly when he is drunk). In many cases, guy calls up the girt and tells her that he will kill her. He he he, boss, you are not going to do anything like this. If you really want to do something, find a right girl for you
Break-up Type III- Selection driven break-up: Both love each other but the problem is that they are not compatible. Problem starts when no one is ready to compromise. Fir kya….Roj roj ke jhagde. Some examples:
“See, I don’t like you talking to guys, have you ever seen me talking to other girls” ( hmmm over possessive)
“Ofcourse I love you but this is very good opportunity for my professional life…cant you wait for few more years” (The sensitive and the ambitious)
“Nooo I don’t talk to her now. She was my past. (Shak…what the F**K)
In such kind of break-up, they unite many times after saying “Its over” but ultimately they separate.
Compromise is an important part of relation. Words like perfect match do not exist, perfect relation does.
Break-up Type IV- Destiny driven break-up: We were the perfect match but…..
Whenever I think about love relation, I consider 4 factors which make the relation successful. Love, respect, understanding and compatibility. This couple has it all but there are some other things which affect a relation. In most of the cases this thing is “parents”.
They always had an option to run away but somehow they could not do it. Some experts (including me) don’t like to use the word break-up for such kind of end but that does not matter.
Life of both ends becomes difficult and only time heals the pain. Although, in their hearts, the relation lives forever.
“Hum dil de chuke sanam” and “Rab ne bana di jodi” becomes their favorite movie because they try to relate them selves with the characters.
What ever is the kind of break-up, life becomes difficult for some time (unless you have advance degree in flirting). Jagjit Singh suddenly becomes the favorite singer and watching space becomes favorite sport. Public gatherings become torture and many of friends become enemies. Many of the acquaintances (some friends also) make fun of their break-up and feel like winner. “Dekha….maine kaha tha unka relation nahi chalega”
Some friends, who understand the situation, become close during this time. Most among these friends (the intellectual or nice ones) do not speak much, they just hear. Some speak also: “Dood I understand you. When I broke-up with my girl, I did not eat for 10 days”.
I feel that life always gives you some reasons to restart. Bad things come and go in life and the only thing which remains forever is “Memories”. You will always find a reason to smile if you want to. One of my favorite lines says that:
KAHANI KE ANT ME SAB THEEK HO JATA HAI AUR AGAR THEEK NAHI HUA TO SAMJHO KAHANI ABHI KHATAM NAHI HUI HAI”
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