The Final Dance

          It was a wedding day. Nisha looked gorgeous. Every time I looked at her my heart skipped a beat. Every time she looked at me, she blushed a deep crimson. I am sure she could feel all my love for her on this very special day. Amidst all the guests we still found time to look at each other. Our eyes spoke a language that we had perfected after so many years of being together.

The music played. It was out favorite Hindi song. "Kyonki tum hi ho.." from the movie Aashiqui 2. She

looked at me, her eyes asking me if I wanted to dance. I did. Nisha was wearing a black backless silk gown.
The gown accentuated every curve of her slim body as. Her black stilettos matched her gown perfectly. A delicate gold necklace with a delicate pink diamond sat perfectly on her neck. Her long earrings gently kissed her shoulder. She had left her hair open; just like the way I loved... She walked towards me. All the eyes in the room followed her.

“You look beautiful Nisha” I said. She flashed her most radiant smile. After so many years, my heart still went bonkers when she smiled.

I was dressed up in a black tuxedo. Trust me, I have never felt so uncomfortable. However, Nisha asked me to wear one and I had no say in the matter. I remember how she had dragged me into an upscale boutique, after trying out like a hundred shirts, blazers, trousers she picked out the tux that I was wearing today. Her choice was no doubt impeccable. I looked nice. For some weird reason, I remembered a line that our Marketing Professor used to say, “If the product ain’t that good, ensure that the packaging is awesome.” I didn’t feel like a really good product right now. However the packaging was, no doubt, Awesome!!!

“I told you, the tux would look nice on you.” Nisha said.

“I know... your sister has looking at me ever since I walked in.” I said.

Nisha slapped my arm and looked at her sister. She was watching us.

“Shut up. You don’t look at her.” Nisha said.

“What’s more, even Seema is staring at us right now.” I pointed to her mother. “Maybe I should dance with her too. What say? I am sure Hans will get all jealous. All the females in his family are crazy about me.” I laughed at my own joke.

This time she didn’t slap me. She actually punched me right in the gut. “I have told you a thousand times; don’t address mom and dad by their first name.”

We looked at each other and smiled again. I didn’t want this moment to pass.

We stood at the center of the dance floor. We were surrounded by our friends. Nisha placed her left hand on my shoulder. Her right lay slightly on mine. We swayed to the music. She looked deep in my eyes. Her eyes had a glow that I had seen so often. I had my whole world in my arms. She was all that mattered right now. I placed my left hand on her waist. The touch was tantalizing. Her skin felt like silk against my fingers.

We were silent for some time as we danced our way through the song. She rested her head on my shoulder as we danced. She let out a deep breath, as though she was content. Everything that she wished for was happening for real today. I smiled.

“I love you Nisha,” I whispered.

“Can I ask you one thing Jitu?” Nisha asked. Her head was still resting on my shoulder. I wished she looked at me.

“Anything you want mi Amor” I whispered.

She lifted her head and looked at me. “Why do you love me so much?” She asked.

“I don’t know Nisha.” I said. “I do know one thing though, I have loved you from the time I saw you. I have loved you when we laughed together; I have loved you when we fought. I have loved you when I was the only one person you could rely on; I have even loved you when I was not even on your priority list. I have loved you when we chatted for hours on end; I have loved you when we didn’t talk for days together. I have loved you when the days were bright; I have loved you though the long lonely nights. I have loved you through your successes; I loved you when you were just plain unreasonable. I don’t know if anyone can love you more, but I am sure, I love you more than I ever loved myself. If I had not met you, I wouldn’t know what it is to love someone so unconditionally.  I meant ever word when I said, ‘I can fight the whole world for you Nisha.’”

My eyes never left her gaze. Her eyes welled up. The tears were about to cross the threshold of her eyes. She blinked and looked down. Tears ran down her cheek. I wiped them off with the back of my finger tips.

“I am so lucky to have you in my life Mr. Patil,” Nisha said.

“I am so lucky to have known you Mrs. Nisha Suraj Mukherjee.” I said. “I really hope that Suraj takes good care of you and the only tears in your eyes would be the tears of joy. Thanks the Final dance Nisha. Now get back to your soon-to-be husband.”

Nisha let go of my hand and walked towards Suraj. I turned around and walked towards the exit. A lonely tear escaped by eyes as the song faded into claps and cheers. I couldn’t bear to see Nisha say, I Do!!!

   

Bangalore  Mumbai  Bangalore

Bangalore à Mumbai à Bangalore

How many times do you meet someone on an 18 hour journey and become fast friends? Not many times I bet. Most of acquaintances made during travel faze away because of natural causes. This story is about one such incident. Although even after 35 years, ‘she’ still remains a great friend. For some reason unknown to me, I have been her Agony Aunt for many a year. Maybe I was a good listener, maybe I spoke about relationships from my own experience, which ironically I gathered over the years of failed relationships and one-sided love affairs. 

Going back to the day I first met her. It was going to be a boring and a lonely journey to Bangalore from my beloved Mumbai. I had already resigned from the company I worked for in Bangalore and was ready to join another one in Mumbai. This move no doubt was difficult but going ahead would prove that it was a wise choice. I had to get back to Bangalore to collect all my stuff and come back to Mumbai.  I booked a single sleeper seat for my journey through Anand Travels. I boarded the bus from Nerul. I was feeling a bit low since I had expected a someone ‘special’ to see me off. But as it turned out, there were far better things for her to take care of. Yeah, as you might have guessed it, I was unlucky when it came to love. The cupid invariably and very conveniently forgot to shoot his love arrows at the person I fell in love with. C'est la vie..!!

The bus sped at a good pace; soon we left behind the ghats of Lonavla. It was 8:00 PM. In Sleeper buses, we have a lower berth and an upper berth. I always preferred the lower berth. She was on the berth above mine. The bus pulled into a decent looking restaurant for dinner. Just as I was about to get up from my seat, she stepped on my left foot. I thank my stars that she was not wearing pencil heals. She looked at me as if it was my mistake that my foot was right where it was. I expected an apology at the least. I got down from the bus deliberately limping more than it actually hurt. I walked over to the counter and ordered chicken fried rice. I had a seat. Meanwhile she too walked in and sat on a table farthest from the crowd.

It was a cold evening. For a guy who has spent an eternity in Mumbai even 20 degrees is cold because there are no winters in Mumbai. But that November evening was indeed cold. My teeth clattered, my body shivered, yet the warm coat that I was carrying remained tied to my waist. I was too much of a Man to let some cold bother me. I ordered for tea. It was hot and smelled of elaichi. I came out of the hotel and lit my cigarette. Smoked and sipped tea. I looked at her. She too was shivering. She had worn a sleeveless floral t-shirt and dark blue denims. I snickered. But wait.. was she really… I put out the cigarette and walked towards her. Trust me; I have never ever spoken to a stranger unless I was spoken to first. And here was a girl, shivering in the cold and wiping her tears. I had to comfort her. I was just built that way I guess. I took off the coat, placed it on the table that she was sitting. Signaling toward the empty chair in front of her, I asked, “May I?” She didn’t deny.

She took the coat and put it on. I pushed the tissue holder toward her. I signaled the thambi to get another cup of tea. I sat there in complete silence just sipping my tea and occasionally stealing glances toward her. For a moment even my mind was devoid of thoughts. Usually, my mind is cluttered with something useless, but not at this moment. The thambi got another cup of tea, I paid him 20 rupees. Bloody 20 rupees for this extra watery chai! This is extortion, I thought. I got up to leave. She looked at me with her triple B eyes – Big, Brown & Beautiful. There is something about the eyes which have just shed tears, they look so radiant, so mesmerizing, just like the trees after the first rain. I felt like I had done my job. I got up to leave.

“Stay,” she said in a choked voice. No ‘Thanks’, no ‘Sorry’… just Stay. I sat down. I rubbed by hands together to generate some warmth. I watched her as she quietly sipped the tea. The tissue never left her hands. She would dab her eyes with the tissue. I couldn't watch her cry.

“Look,” I said, “I don’t watch saas-bahu serials because I don’t like anyone crying. So here is what I am gonna do”. She looked at me wondering why I was taking about TV sitcoms. No smile yet. I had to get her smiling by the 5^th line that I spoke. I continued, “We are going to change the channel now to Colors and we will be watching Comedy Nights with Kapil.”

She smiled. It wasn't a broad smile, but a smile nonetheless. She finished her tea and fumbled with her wallet to hand me twenty rupees. I denied. “Please”, she said. What was her fascination with monosyllabic words, I wondered. I pocketed the money without saying anything. I was still waiting for an apology. We started walking toward the bus. I walked a step behind her trying to imagine why she was crying. But I said nothing. She stepped in the bus. I loitered around the bus aimlessly. I lit up another cigarette and started puffing away. After 5 minutes, the driver sounded the horn indicating everyone to get inside. I walked up to my seat. I looked at the seat above me, the curtains were drawn shut. I sat on the seat; my coat was neatly folded and kept near the pillow. It now had a floral scent. I smiled. I was listening to the songs when suddenly, the curtains to my seat opened. It was her peeking in. She pointed to the vacant space on my seat as if to ask if would be ok for her to sit beside me. I nodded.

“Thanks” she says almost whispering. I can barely hear her.

“What for?” I ask, trying to get her to talk. I can’t see her face clearly because it’s dark. Light blue glow radiates from her face because of the overhead light. I turn on the reading light.

“Turn it off… my eyes hurt”, she says. I promptly do so. Ok, so far ‘Thanks’ and ‘Please’ were said, where was the Sorry??? She was nervous sitting there. She had clasped her hands together.

“So, are you ready for Comedy Nights Kapil?” I asked.

“Ok, but first you need to hear me out.” She said. “I am not the cry-baby types. I am usually very strong. But something happened that made me lose control. I was talking to my boy-friend’s uncle. He told me that his parents are not sure about both of us being together.”  I could sense that more tears would flow. I wanted to act like the legendary actor Rajesh Khanna and say, ‘Pushpa, mujhe yeh aansu nahi dekhe jaate, I hate tears’ (Pushpa, I can’t see these tears) and dramatically pull out a handkerchief and offer it to her. But me being a guy, had a handkerchief that was not washed in about 15 days. That was just one part. The other was listening to the words “My Boyfriend”. Trust me readers, the worst statement that you could utter in front of a single guy is – My Boyfriend. Our mind goes into self-destruct mode from there. But I listened as she spoke. Luckily I had a stash of paper napkins. I handed one over to her.

For the next hour she explained her situation. I listened carefully. Her voice was like a lullaby. No, it didn’t put me to sleep. I wanted to listen and listen. She spoke about her college, her family, her boyfriend (which made me a little jealous, I should mention), her aspirations, and her sacrifices. I swear, I had never met a girl like her. In our first interaction, she was sharing intimate things as if we have known each other for a long time. She finally stopped and looked at me. It was either that she had finished taking about everything or her mouth had gone dry.

“Gosh,” she said, “I have been talking about myself for over an hour. Strangely, my mouth has not gone dry. I hope your ears are not bleeding.”

I laughed. She smiled.

“Tell me one thing,” I said, “This is our first interaction. Why did you tell me all this? Maybe I am a murderer who now knows where you stay.”

“Oh Please, what would you do killing such a pretty girl like me? You could maybe kidnap me and make me do all the house-hold work.” She smiled. Wait, was she flirting with me?

“And by the way, this is not our first interaction,” She continued. “It’s our third. The first one was right here in the bus when I stepped on your foot.” Here comes the apology. There was none. “The second was at the café when you offered me your coat and stayed and said nothing. This is the third. By the way, you don’t talk much, do you?”

“I do,” I said, “but today, you didn’t give me a chance.” I winked.

“Ok, your turn. Are you really a murderer? In case you are planning to murder me, just don’t touch my face. It’s quite pretty I have been told.” She said and laughed at her own joke.

“Oh really? Who told you that? Some blind person?” I joked. She suddenly got serious. “Don’t make fun of blind people, my brother is visually impaired,” she said.

“I’m sorry; I can be such an ass sometimes.”  I could not think of anything to say. I stared at the crumpled bed sheet. I looked at her. She was trying very hard not to laugh. But she couldn’t control it any longer. She burst out loud literally rolling on the seat. Her fingers touched my leg. She was still laughing uncontrollably. Tears welled up in her eyes. This time, it was because of all the laughing. I was staring at her like an idiot.

“I’m sorry,” she said trying to regain composure. “You are so gullible. I was just kidding. Just look at you… oh my God!! I’m sorry...!” Yeah right, she was saying sorry for making fun of me, not for stepping on my feet – The Witch!! I burst out laughing too. Still laughing, she placed her hand on mine. It was soft like cotton candy. The urge to hold her hand was maddening. But I didn’t.

 It was about 12:30 AM. All we could hear was the faint engine sound and some loud snoring. Our laughter too was soft.  We chatted till about 6 in the morning. The bus halted for breakfast. We were not sleepy.

“Tea?” I asked her.

“Guys normally ask me out for coffee,” she winked. “But yeah, tea sounds good too. But I will pay.”

“Ok, in that case, let’s have a cheese burst pizza with extra cheese and double extra chicken.” I said. She looked at my protruding happy beer belly but said nothing. We stepped out. It was not that cold. The morning air felt fresh. We sipped our tea amidst few jokes. It was just 4 hours before we reached our destination.

We spoke about lighter topics after we returned. It was like falling in love, only better..!! When we arrived, I walked with her to the auto stand. She took my cell number. I didn’t. I watched her go. She waved out from the moving auto. I looked silly waving at the auto. I got into another auto. She texted me – Hey, thanks. I had a good time. Let meet up soon. Among all the things we talked, I never told you my name. Its “Nisha” J

Post Script: We kept in touch. We used to text a lot everyday. We still do. We never fell in love. She invited me over for her wedding. I attended. She attended mine too. We are almost 60 years old now. My son is dating her daughter. They are planning to get married son. They first met on the bus from Bangalore to Mumbai. And she never apologized for stepping on my feet.

Ek Akeli Chatri me jab aadhe aadhe bheeg rahe the... (Two bodies, One umbrella, Half a Love Story)

The day was unlike anything I had ever experienced. Black dark clouds covered the morning sky. It had rained last night. I was in no mood to work, but I reached office with the hope of seeing "Nisha" there. It was 9:57 AM. I checked the time thrice every minute. It was as if time had stopped. Seconds ticked away like hours. My ears strained to listen to her foot-steps. I kept checking my phone if she had messaged. There were none. She was always on time. But today was an exception, 27 minutes after 9:30 yet, Nisha was not there.


I checked my emails. Typed her email ID in the search bar and re-read our chat conversations. Suddenly a
whiff of her perfume filled my heart with joy. My heart went bonkers. I could hear her in the distance cheerfully chatting with everyone she met on the way. "Good morning Ravi, please get me a cup of hot tea, it's so cold today" I heard her footsteps nearing. The very realization of her in office sent nervous chills down my spine. Yes, I was in love with the girl. Her freckled face, her below average height, her curly hair, her more than usual chatter was stamped permanently in my mind from the first day I lay my eyes on her.

She came up to me and flashed a toothy grin. Somebody tell my heart to behave normally around her. “Good Morning Jitu”, she said. I was staring at the computer screen as if I had not noticed. I looked up, smiled and wished her the same. “Awww… so boring. You sound as if you are not happy to see me”  she said. “Arre no Nisha, I was just thinking about something else.”  I said. “I thought you would not come”, I continued. She gave me a mischievous grin and said, “I know you were secretly praying that I would come… weren't you?” I looked at her with a blank expression. My heart still thumping against my chest. “I am an atheist, remember?” I replied. “Liar!!! Anyhow, I think we should leave early today. Trains were pretty late and looks like it’s going to rain like crazy. Look, I am all drenched.” She said.

She was barely wet. But I loved hearing everything she said. I would often have imaginary conversations with her for hours together, but now, she was right there in front of me and I was tongue tied. I watched her adjust her yellow dupatta. She had worn a white chudidhar suit. She looked like an angel, only prettier. She brushed her hair with her hand. Droplets of water landed on my hand. Suddenly my mailbox notification beeped. It was a mail from our office Admin. We were asked to leave the office due to heavy rains and news stating waterlogging in many areas. Train services would be affected. I told her the news, she squealed with childish delight. "Lets have tea and leave. Lets go to Raghuleela mall," she suggested.

I couldn't think of a appropriate response. "Okay" was all I could manage. "Cool,it will be fun. Let me get tea for us" she said and disappeared after dumping her bag on my desk. I turned off my laptop and prepared to leave. Nisha came back with two piping hot cups of tea carefully balancing them so as not to spill any. She sat down on the chair right beside me. She started chatting about various topics. My responses were limited to, "hhmmmm, okay, thats great, really?" I smiled a lot when she was around. Nisha had the power to make me forget the world. She spoke with her mouth, hands and eyes. It wasn't difficult to figure out when she was happy, sad or lonely. Although her words seemed full of enthusiasm, I could easily make out when she was faking it. She always said, "Why bother people with your sadness when they have their own sadness to deal with". She was pretty.. not just on the outside. We left office. It started to rain. She had not brought her umbrella. We tried to make best use of my umbrella which by no means could accommodate both of us. We walked trying to avoid the puddles of muddy water. The rain was relentless. She walked on my right.


My left sleeve of the shirt was completely wet. She tried in vain to avoid the rain. She was getting wet too.

She snug in close to me and held my hand. Her touch was magical... Electrifying... soothing. My mind started singing, "Ek akeli chatri me jab aadhe aadhe beheeg rahe the... aadhe sukhe aadhe gile..." I could not recollect the rest of the words. This felt perfect. Just Nisha and me walking in the rain. I wished it would rain forever and that this moment would never pass. It did. An auto-rickshaw pulled up near us. She quickly said to the driver, "Bhaiya, Raghuleela le chalo naa please. Bohot baarish hai." (Please take us to the mall, its raining heavily). Her tone of voice was so melodious that the driver could not say no. We reached the mall soon enough. Time flew quickly. Her jokes were childish yet funny. My jokes made her laugh hard. She often touched my arm while laughing. It felt nice. Soon it was time to say goodbye. We were in Archies, looking at the merchandise. I was browsing the greeting cards section. The love cards were sickeningly sweet. I bought one for Nisha which said, 'Friends forever'. I didn't want to be JUST friends forever, I wanted more.. I had always imagined her as my life partner. What would I not give to spend my lifetime with her. I had to tell her someday. But I could not muster enough courage. I handed over the card to her. She flashed her most radiant smile. It was genuine. "Awwwww... that is so cute" she said. She tightly gripped my hand. "Thank you so much. now even I have to get you something. What do you want?" I smiled."Promise me you will be mine forever," my heart screamed. "Ice-cream?" I said.

"You know, I was just about to suggest that. You know me so well." She almost screamed. Some elders turned towards us with a 'keep-it-down' look. She didn't care what the world thought, neither did I. She got two ice-creams for both of us. The rains had stopped. We walked towards the railway station. She kept talking about various flavors of ice-cream and some funny incident about a time when melted vanilla ice cream spilt over her jeans. Suddenly she stopped and looked at me, "Hey, what happened?" She asked me. "What? Nothing.. Why?" I asked. "Your mind is elsewhere," she said. "Stop imagining Nisha, I was listening to you and watching you eat the ice-cream. You look so adorable," I said. I had to fight hard to curb my hand from going to the side of her lips where the ice-cream smudged. I smiled at her and pointed to the little smudge of ice-cream at the corner of her lips. She wiped it off.

We stood at the bridge waiting to go our separate ways. Her face looked worried, as if she was in a moral dilemma. "What are you thinking about?" I asked in a serious tone of voice. "Is something bothering you? You can share anything with me, you know that" I continued. She looked at me with a blank expression.

"Will you tell me something honestly?" She asked.

"Have I ever lied to you? Ask..." I say.

"When I asked you back at Archies shop, what you wanted, tell me honestly, what were you thinking? What did you REALLY wanted to ask?" She was serious. There were only a handful of times I had seen this way. I stayed mum. I could not look at her. My heart wanted to blurt out all the secrets... all the fantasies... all the desires... the pain... the dreams. But I could say nothing. I stole another look at her. She was staring at me with hope that I would say something.


Slowly, she placed her hand on mine and said, "I would have loved to be yours forever Jitu... Only if I had not met Suraj before you. You know I love him and would be nothing without him.." 

I stood there dumbfounded  My head hurt, my heart hurt, my knees felt weak.

I wished the pain would go away... but it never did.Nisha gave me a brief hug. "Bye, see you tomorrow. Take care." I am still unable to speak. I watch her cross the bridge. I wish she could turn and look at me one last time. She does not.

As my eyes well up with tears, thunder strikes and it starts raining..!! 

7:03 Panvel Slow..

It's almost 7:00 PM. The bright red LEDs on the railway indicator displays, "07:03 PL S". I am sitting at platform number 3 on Sanpada railway station. In 3 minutes the slow train for Panvel will arrive. Indian railways are never on time, but today is an exception. I have been sitting here for the past 30 minutes and all trains were on time..!!

I look at her. She is adjusting her hair. She is taking to me. I know she is, because I see those perfectly set lips moving and her words fall on my ears. It's pure melody. I smile. My mind is else-where. It was her last day at office where we worked together. Work was interesting because she would often come to my workstation, say something really funny and walk off. 

She is wearing a red sleeveless tshirt and black jeans. Her ever so pretty black hair, rests comfortably on her shoulder. Her maroon shoulder bag sits between us, much like a protective sister shielding away unnecessary attention. I don't mind the bag. I look at the watch, it is 7:01 PM. Two minutes is all I have to tell this girl that I loved her. I had to. This pressure is killing me. She catches me looking at the watch. With a fake angry tone she says, "Yeah, I know you are getting late. You have to bear my nakhra's only for today. I won't trouble you from tomorrow.. Boys I tell you. huh.." and she flicks her hair back. 

"I won't trouble you from tomorrow..." That statements hurts like hell. Why does being in love have to be so painful? I look at her. Her freckled face is flawless. Her smile is intoxicating. I smile at her. "I was looking at the time so that I knew how much longer I can enjoy your mesmerizing company," I say. She looks at me and laughs, "Liar..", she says, "Ok listen, don't forget me and keep in touch ok?" Her words are no longer soothing. The more she speaks, the heavier my heart feels. The lump in my throat fells like a size of a rock. 

The time is 7:02 PM. In a minute she will be gone and too oblivious to my feelings. I can hear the sound of the trains horn. My heartbeats suddenly rise. She

looks at me and says, "Chalo, the train has come... will call you.." She got up and flung her bag on her shoulder. "Nisha," I say, "There is something you ought to know.." She stops and says, "Arre gadhedo.. from the past half an hour you couldn't say anything, now you want to say. I am leaving.. bye.." 

The train has almost reached the platform. I walk up to her. The train screeches to a halt. She gets in. Surprisingly there is no rush. She stands near the door and offers her hand for me to shake as a formal good-bye. "I need a hug, hand-shake is so formal," I say. She laughs. I continue, "Listen, what I wanted to tell you is, since the time I lay my eyes on you, I have been in love with you. I know after today we might never meet. I just wanted you to know. I love you Nisha."  

Her extended hand is still is mine. The train starts with a jolt. She looks at me dumbfound. Her hand slowly slips away from mine. I move back. She is still looking at me. The train gradually catches speed. She is still looking at me. The train moves out of the platform heading towards Panvel. I feel relieved. I sit back on the bench. I re-live the past 3 minutes of my life over and over again. 15 minutes pass by. I get up to leave. My heart keeps pulling me back. Suddenly, I feel a tap on my shoulder. Its her. My heart leaps. She came back!!

Her eyes are a little misty. She says, "Yeah, even I thought a handshake is too formal. Here is a hug.." She smiles and opens her arms wide.. we hug. I would never want to let her go. I feel a overwhelming sense of  unexplainable feeling engulf me. I close my eyes. I can hear my office colleagues cheering on, some even whistling.

I open my eyes. I am suddenly at my desk. Its 6:45 PM. Nisha walks up to me and says, "Hey Jitu, listen, I need to go with Bhavna di today. She has got her car. I thought I would go with you but she insisted that I go with her. Today is my last day here.. but that does not mean that I will stop bothering you.. you please take care. Will meet if possible. Today Suraj (her boyfriend) has planned something special for me.. He is a sweetheart.. I love him so much..!! Ok.. I am getting late.. byeee..." She offered me her hand. I politely shook it. "Good Luck," I say. She rushes out.

"Since the time I lay my eyes on you, I have been in love with you. I know after today we might never meet. I just wanted you to know. I love you Nisha...." I mumble after you are gone. My bag is packed. I walk towards Sanpada station. Indicator on platform number 3 displays, "07:03 PL S"

This story is completely fictional.

"The Lunchbox" : A Review

After so much of hype about 'The Lunchbox', 

I finally watched the show. I was as skeptical about this movie as a Mouse in Mouse-trap factory filled with cheese. I kept looking for things which were un-real, things that were surreal.. things that didn't happen in real life... to my surprise, and a pleasant one at that - There were none.

Irfan Khan has time and again proven that he is indeed belongs to the category of Legends. Nimrat Kaur has come a long way from her Cadbury Dairy Milk ad and her glamorous modelling assignments. She has done a fantabulous job. Lillete Dubey too did more than justice to her 3 minute role. The Lunchbox depicts real emotions, real life incidences, the real non-glam-sham world that 99% of Mumbai actually lives.


Director Ritesh Batra has captured the very simplicity and the emotional turmoil of an average middle class family when faced with a difficult situation. The humor too is not over the top, it doesn't make you roll in laughter, but just enough to make your heart smile. Its the kind of humor that will make you realize, that its just the average humor that we share in our everyday life.


Nawazuddin's character (Shaikh) too is funny in a very real kind of way... a special mention of Shaikh who still has not removed the roses from his new scooter which he receives as a gift from his father-in-law..



I would give this movie a 9 on 10. There is so much more that I could write about this movie... But I urge you to go watch it if you like some serious lighthearted movies.

The Past..

My mind is numb. It's been like that since a few days... All I can think about is "You". Deep regret fills my heart and my tears fill my eyes. I read our chat history right from the time I said the first Hello to the time you said, "I wish we could be friends forever" over and over again. The smile slowly disappears as I read about your denial... about your engagement...! Finally, there is no more to read. With a heavy heart, I wonder if things could have been different had I not fallen in love with you? There is only a certain amount of pressure that a human brain can handle post which, it breaks down leaving you mentally unstable, permanently disturbed and finally a nervous breakdown. 
I ponder, can I ever love anyone so much that it's no longer a pleasure? People say, love is a wonderful feeling and that I am lucky to have loved you. But is that theory real? Why am I so bitter, why am I so lonely, why do I feel as is there is a void in me somewhere... a void which is pulling in my present and making me live in the past. 
'Sugar', will I ever be able to lead a normal life? Will I able to love someone ever again? Or will I just compromise and stop living?

My Brain - A Roller Coaster.

We have been told that our mind is one powerful tool and that we can achieve the impossible just by conditioning the mind to believe that it is possible. Today, I will NOT talk about scientific explanations of how mind works, nor will I talk about spiritual ramifications of having positive thoughts to achieve the impossible. I will definitely not be dissecting Rhonda Byrne's book - The Secret (or The Magic or The Power). The lady from "down under" is entitled to have her own views and maybe she has experienced what she has written. Hey, if it helps someone pick up their lives from negativity and move towards positivity. Anything that motivates you is good.. except double cheese pizza with extra cheese... that's Bad..!!

So, what will I talk about today? I will talk about MY mind here. Why, you ask? Well.. because, This is MY blog and I love ME..!! I am not narcissist, but I do worship the ideal self that I think I am. :)

I recently started meditating; that's when I found out that how my mind functions. I started by sitting comfortably and started concentrating on my breathing. I reminded myself that I HAD TO concentrate and have minimal thoughts, to which my mind said, "Yeah, you wish."

So.. the more I forced my mind to stop thinking about random thoughts, the more it ventured into dark and mystical harrows. I was surprised beyond measure experiencing the thoughts that lay hidden while my conscious mind toiled hard with the day-to-day deliverables.

At one point, my mind asked me, "Dude, wouldn't it be awesome if you were invisible". I brushed aside that thought. "Oh come on...", my mind continued, "just think of the amazing things you could do if you were invisible." "Yeah," I finally told my mind, "like, help people who are being bullied.. or maybe, visit the so called "guru's" house and figure out if they actually follow what they preach"

My mind guffawed aloud. "You son-of-a-bitch," it said, "the first thing you would do, is look and touch a lot of boobies, wont you? Admit it you bastard". I was angry at myself for allowing me to think of matters that are considered 'Taboo'.

As I continued my meditation, I realized how difficult it was to control the RAW power of the mind. The first day of meditation and I couldn't go more than a couple of minutes without any thought. I have been told - "The human mind is a loyal servant but a terrible master". Going ahead, I am going to try to put in more effort trying to control my mind.

And as I write this blog, I can feel my mind giving me the middle finger. "Fuck you...." It says to me.

The Princess…

Many a time, we come across people who leave a major impression on your life. Even if they are not meant to be yours, you wish to no limits that they were… This story is of one such person who touched my life and I wished she were mine.

“How many times do guys fall in love?” she asked me. I could feel her utter disgust towards boys. Little did she know, with every word she said, I was falling in love with her. I tried to be smart and said, “Boys can fall in love a number of times… with their mother, sister, friends, relatives….” But I didn't answer her question. I knew that she knew about my past affairs and brief stint of romance with a few members of the opposite sex. Little did she know, what I felt for her was very distinctive, very original... Yet I never dared to confess for the fear of losing the “cherub” to the senseless felling of worship.

My first interaction with her was nothing which could be described as – out of the ordinary. I was not even sure if I liked what I saw. A petite young lassie full of exuberance of youth.  Her hair were silky and her smile was strangely revitalizing. I sat with indifference thinking about all the money that she might have spent on those expensive hair treatments. I took a sudden dislike towards the incredibly attractive idol of splendor. I had no coherent explanation for hating the paramount beauty.  Maybe I hated her for the effect she had on me. I hated being controlled by someone…

But as fate would have it, we met over the most unusual circumstances… at an airport. I was having a bad hair day. I had not slept and I was getting irritable by the hour. The endless packets of cigarettes that I smoked added to my fatigue. And today, there she was… all excited and bored of the proceedings at the airport. Just when I excused myself for another cigarette, one of my trainees, who now worked at the airport, saw me and came up to me. We spoke about life back then and life now. Then he pointed towards her and said, “Who is that beautiful girl there? Is she with you?” I looked at her, this time I did realize that she was by far the prettiest girl around. “Yeah!” I said. Then out of nowhere I said, “She is my girlfriend.” I didn't know why I said that. My trainee looked at me with envy. I’m sure he had a lot of questions to ask. I stubbed the cigarette and joint her. The thought about calling her my girlfriend kept coming back to me every now and then.

I had almost forgotten about it when, I met her again during some celebration. We kept on meeting again and again and again. Now I did not hate her anymore. Eventually we started talking more and more. Her words felt like a song to the soul. I now wished her to never stop talking. Her voice was very addictive. I realized I had become addicted to her voice, her smile, her captivating looks, her touch. I just didn't seem to get enough of it all.

 As we spoke, I realized why I was so fond of her. The reason was she was just like me in many aspects. She wanted to be the master of her destiny. She cared about herself more and did not like others caring for her. She was generally disliked by people, who thought that she was a snob. I was considered a snob too. I lived on my own conditions and she did too.

So, why did I not tell her how I felt? Simple, I found her too perfect to be true. The day I find a fault in her, I will tell her for sure!!! Till then, she will remain a Darling Princess and I would wish her to be mine.