———–Dedicated to my roomies——————
—Kisi bhi line ka DOuble meaning nikal k bhi hanss sakte ho aap—
aao chalo chand muththi bhar or ji le
kitne rahe h hum dur or pass,
puraani baato ko thoda fir ji le…
@admission time :
jab ghusa main NIT-D me sak-pakaya
tab tum 5 kamino se kismat ne milawaya
Ek ever green smiles ka karkhaana, MATHS ka doot ( Sonu, Chunnu)
EK Bhopal ka serious ladka, RAVISHANKAR RAJPOOT ( Ravi shankar rajput, mogambo)
ek har baat pe “aee” karna or question puchne wala, hai SPARTA(aau aaau aaaaaau) (Anil choudhary)
ek atyant gambhir, hum logo se sadiyo purana, hai TAAAaauuu ( Jitendra, naam ki tarah tha ladka, sabhi indriyo pe kaabbooo )
ek sabse chota, sabse tez, jiske galo me padte the “TOY”(dimples) ,
his name is HELL BOY ( govind maheshwari )
or in sab me sabse kharab, I mean, thoda kam achcha ,
main CHACHAA ( vikas singh) ….
ye to tha introduction, story is still in continuation….
Ist sem:
@Pradeep paul house :
jis ghar ko sala extra paise dekar liya,
usme hi humne sabse kam time vyateet kiya
reason kuch ni tha,
bus apne se jyada humara senior batch busy tha…
subah k nikle thake haare,
hum bechaare,
raat tak aate the
or agle din, kiski kaha pilaayi honi h
uska ULTI schedule banate the..
wapas aate waqt wo gusse se tilmilana,
or 2nd year k baare me khoob achchi-2 baat karna ( i mean nayi-2 BC izaad karna…)
“sala agli baar jana hi nahi, chahe kuch bhi ho jaye “
mantraa baar-2 dohraana….
sabse behatareeen ye time tha,
kyunki aage jo hona tha uska
thoda bhi nahi yakeen tha….
chalo hanste-rote, first sem nikla..
ab, kuch logo me padhai ka keeda uchla….
salo ko padhne k bade keeda uchle,
room bhi badle ,
ab jab kismat sath bandhi thi,
to change kiye hue room bhi barabar me nikleee….
ab fir se hum log saath the,
barabar me hi sahi ,
kam se kam chai peene,
pakode khaane me to saath the…
(( i remember how i explained the PIPELINING concept to abhishek, one of my batchmate,
I still remember that SHITTT concept….ROFL ))
3rd sem:
@AS-38:
Jis room me hum sabse jyada ruke the ( or moj kari thi, Ist yr me)
Ab hum bhi usi room me basee the….
( in this para ” unke means My lovely JUNIORS” )
jo jiya tha BHOKALI time humne Ist yr me
uska ab 1 saal ho gaya tha pura,
or ab karenge hum complete
ek saal purana sapna adhura…..
khub tudaai – khub pilaayi
jitna hua tha humare saath
usi k equal humne kari bharpayi…
ab isme humari koi galati ni thi,
room ki izzat ka sawaal tha,
all credit goes to my batchmate, humare aane se pehle hi,
is room ka sabse tagda bhokaal tha…
ab jo fasaane hum Ist sem me jaate hue gaate the
usi k kuch taraane unke ( lovable juniss )
hoto par lehraate the….
ab wo ye kehte the,
* wapas aate waqt ab wo gusse se tilmilate the,
or 2nd year k baare me khoob achchi-2 baat karte the ( i mean latest BC…)
“sala agli baar jana hi nahi, chahe kuch bhi ho jaye “
ab wo ye mantraa baar-2 dohraate the…. *
* Sonu topper tha sala is Sem me Kamina, sala *
4th sem :
@AS-38 Continues:bbudhiya ne kiraya badha diya tha :X :X
Alsi pana kya hota h, is sem me aakar pata laga
* is sem me bhi Sonu topper tha kaminaa Square Sala *
jitna time milta tha
padhai me jata tha,
jo main niche dincharya likh raha hu,
agar in sab se time bach jata tha …
“subaha early morning 9:30 a.m.
dada ki puri,
fir dadi ki chai,
room par aaye..
thoda FB chalaaye,
nahaye
dopahar ka khana khaye,
fir FB pe k 2-3 chakkar lagaye,
thoda sona,
shaam me dada k yahan pakode khaana,
junior-senior milkar BC machaana
fir dadi ki chai,
kisi-2 din to humne keval Phuchko se kaam chalaaya,
fir room par aaye,
thoda FB chamkaye,
thode gmail pe email chatkaaye…
fir gtalk ki suvidhaa ka dam bhar laabh uthaaye
or dum bhar CHat-iyaayeee
ab shaam me itne thak k choor ho jaye,
padhne k liye energy kaha se aye,
kal uthenge early morning 6 o’clock
alarm laga k fir so jaaye,
neah!!! before that ,
thodi thakaan mitaane k liye
ek movie ho jaaye…
Fir aLarm laga kar early morning ka so jaaye
ISI dincharyaa ko hum roz apnaaye
to bataiye itne kam samaye me
hum padhne ka waqt kaha se laaye ????”
5th Sem :
still @AS-38:
till today, budhiya ne hume adha bengali bana diya h
at least samajh to aa hi jati h thodi-2…
4th sem ki chuttiyo me sabne
apna Apti chamkaya,
khub polish kiya,
khusb maalish kiya…
kyunki naukri milne ka mausam tha aya..
kathin samay bhi sab par guzra,
lekin sabka time aya…
jiski jitna kismat me tha
usne utna package paya…
haan, but us din thoda dukhta h ,
jab apna pattta sala written me hi kat ta h
raat bhar file me paper lagao,
interview me jao to
unko RED-BLACK tree ka concept samjhao…
ab jo concept apne ko hi clear ni,
unhe ye kaise bataye k humne
kitni vishaam paristitiyo me yaha din bitaaye
ab ******* tujhe hum RED-BLACK tree ka logic bhi samjhaayee!!!!
chalo jaise taise cheating karke
ek naukri paa li thi,
ghar walo k saamne sir utha sake
itni BACK bana li thi….
* abhi is sem k exam diye h result awaited h *
* shayad is baar bhi KAMINA CUBE sonu na ban jaaye *
Baki ki story or kahani 6th sem k baad
from left: Sonu, Vikas(me), Ravishankar, Anil, Govind, Jitendra
kaise samjhau is zamaane ko,
ki tu meri naaz-neen h.
rakhta hu jise apne lakht-e-zigar me,
aisi meri himmat tu, mehajabeen h..
kaise batau tujhe k tu…
us khuda ki mujh par
inayat si lagti h mujhe,
hifaazat karti h jo meri,
tu wo kuraan ki yaaseen h
kaise beyan karu k tu….
jise kisse-kahaniyo me tabdeel kar,
sunata hu main har roz,
kabhi khatam na hone wali,
tu meri ek aisi soch Zaheen h
kaise batau tujhe k tu…
jab ye shaame gaati h,
or suraj apne ghar jaata h,
chaand k aane k waqt, jo sama ban jaata h,
tu aisi shaam rangeen h….
kaise batau tujhe ki tu……
Ghalib, kabeer k lafzo me jo aj talak na beyan ho paye,
aisi rounak h tu
Musaa k ghumaan se jyada, jo mujhme ghumaan bhar jaaye
aisi meri ibaadat h tu
teri surat se nahi, mujhe teri seerat se pyaar h
is zarre-2 ki abo-hawa, ab tujhi se gulzaar h…
is kayenaat k pare jo duniya h,
likha h tera-mera milna wohi ik roz,
Aisa mera, meri lakeero pe,
andhaa yakeen h…
dil nosh farma denge kisi din
is jaha k saamne ye saabit karne k liye
K Tu bus…… bus behatareen h…..
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Ab isse aage rhythm ni banega,
or upar jitna likha,
usse logo ko lag raha,
mera mamla Sangeen h...
AB TO jab tu mil jayegi tab tujhe personally samjhaunga k ,
K TU KITNI HASEEN H
or ha..
mar raha hu har pal
ye baat johte-2,
k tu bhi aayegi kisi din or dil khol k batayegi,
k tujhe main kaisa lagta hu.... // or beyan karegi kuch lafzz mere baare me
.................... bus teri taraf se aaj talak, ye mamla Gamgeen h...
otherwise, tu bahut hi haseen h re ROFL.
(( i enjoyed writing this last paragraph very much ))
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“I performed it as a task, a poem that must do *Tareef* of something, someone ”
“It’s written in good Humor and just to have fun, No hard-feelings, what so ever “
MANN kehta tha mujhse AKSAR
K tu ho ja farar,
tu bhi kar wo
jo tera DIL kahe,
kyu tadpe tu ab
is beech MAJHDHAR…
to KALICHARAN ban gaye KANHAIYA (story start)
or thaan li karne ki PYAR…
khub ghume HUM bhi MAST hokar,
khub chaani DELHI-6,
Iske baad mujhe laga,
shayad ho gaya is DESI BOY ka mamla fix…
uskii ASHIQUI me hua PARDESI
uske NAAM ka bana main sufi…
Gaur farmaaiyegaa!!!!!
uskii ASHIQUI me hua PARDESI
uske NAAM ka bana main sufi…
150 Rs k ALOO-CHAAT khakar Bhi rahi wo Bhukhkhiiiii… (( ROFL ))
Lekin fir bhi…
HAAL-E-DIL or meri HAQUIQAT mere
HAMRAAZ ko pata hoti thi
Tu hi bane ab mera MUQADDAR
is dil se ARZOO yahi nikalti thi…
Lekin uske PYAR k LAGAAN ne
mujhe LADLE se LOOTERA bana diya
Itne sab k baad mujhe samajh me aya.
MAINE PYAAR KYUN KIYA ???
uske baad jab BANDHAN hata,
to ab khul k jeeta hu
or kehta hu
Vaah! LIFE HO TO AISI….
“I performed it as a task, a poem that must include the names of Bollywood movies”
“It’s written in good Humor and just to have fun, No hard-feelings, what so ever “
Life looks like a puzzle, if you try to solve it, or a painting, if you try to sketch its every moment on the canvas of time.
Running through old pics of the school time, I stand & stare on a pic for some time. In the pic, a girl is taking the souvenior from the junior girl on farewell of our batch.
She was my first crush, Stuti Jha.
I don’t know Love or some kind of thing, exist at that time or not, but yeah, I don’t have any account of those 3 days , after I first saw her in 8th standard?
She was a new admission. It was her first day in the school.She was seeking permission to enter in class, of our English-cum-class teacher, Mrs. Komal Verma.
She entered in the class with a bag, which we usually carry in schools, white shirt, with an alternate brown-white pattern school tie, grey-colored long skirt, ending just before her grey socks started appearing, and Liberty girls shoes.
“Nerve-soothing”. I sighed with a pleasent smile on my face.
Keeping aside the Album, I started thinking about Sneha.
She is nothing like my first crush, but girls do enjoy the boy’s highest civilian respect when it comes to playing with our mind.
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Naman and I planned to go to HAZE BLUES, Vasant Vihar, in the weekend. It’s a heaven for unwinding with friends & music.
We retired for the Bar at around 7:30 p.m.
“Why we’re heading in oposite direction?”, I inquired, ogling into the dashboard for cigarettes.
“We gotta pick your Lady in Red-Saree and my cute vampire, Naina ”, he giggled.
Naina Shroff, his special-one. They are in a relationship over 4 years as of now. She lives in R.K Puram Sec-13.
“Oh, ho”, “then, today is the doomsday, fella !”, Ronan Keating’s when you say nothing at all was perfect to match to the situation.
We picked both of’em and reach around 9:30 p.m. at the Bar. And I didn’t talk much with Sneha in the Car because I was busy in staring at her lickable-legs. They were comparable with Sharapova.
“ Planter’s Punch ”, Naina whishpered in Naman’s ear.
Even if anyone bellow in agony, it would be whispering in there. Sound System rocks.
“Planter’s Punch for four”, he ordered to the bartender by confirming it with Sneha.
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“How did you like the ambience of the office?”, I initiated the conversation, as Naman and her would-be better half were off to the dance-floor.
“It’s nice”, Sipping-up the mystry liquid.
No one would go against their money making platform. Inside politics are yet to be unfold, which is indistingiushable part of everywhere now.
“Ok, I guess.”, she added, lowering her glass a bit from her lips.
“and how did u like the Boss?”.
“He’s cool guy.”, “doesn’t like lazy people much, I think”.
“yes, Indeed”, I gulped down the punch.
Thinking about such cozy environment I was in, shaking-legs were the only option.
“you mind, If i ask you to dance with me”, Ingratiating her I asked.
“Uhmm… No, why would I ?”, she hesitated once, but were on the dance floor with me.
We danced a while, & then went to the bartender for the same punch.
My cuddle hormone starts secreting. Oxytocin, Testosterone… whatever !
“Argh…! the song is too loud.” Applying breakes to my mind I jumped into the conversation.
“uh..hum”, she nodded.
“Let’s get out for some calm, confined space.”, I try to tell her, by hand movements.
School time enjoyment taught you all these “dumb charades” techniques.
Though we came here for the fun, but now, my gravity of fun is stalling around her.
We sit on the staircase outside the Bar & start talking.
We talked around half an hour on general topics and office environment. It’s already 11:45 p.m. by the clock.
She was quite gelled up with Ayesha, my secretary.
Naman and her Señorita came out of the club laughing. She was cuddling his nose.
“So guys, formal intro over ?”, He enjoyed the scene too.
“Yes boss.”.“ We are good to go”, I can sense typical Naman’s verbal next move, so I told him to burn the ignition of the ride.
He went away to parking.
“How are you holding on this guy, this much long?”, shrugging my shoulder, I asked Naina.
“Even I don’t know.”, with a wink she replied. We share some laugh over it.
“& here he’s.”, Sneha said.
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On the way to home, thoughts were busting and cracking in my head. Though I met her first time and talked with her, she seems to be another simple, yet functional, girl.
& I want to hold any further decision on to myself. “ You reserve the right to silent. Anything that you speak or do, can be used against yourself.”, these lines are heard most, in any Firangi picture.
Next day was Monday. Again the quest for office.
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Life gives us the reason to enjoy every moment of it, yet sometime, We curse it !
“Some moments I want to relive, Some aren’t.” life stalls in these two X and Y dimension of mind.
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Vikas “Smrit” Singh.
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TO BE CONTINUED… IN THE NEXT CHAPTER.
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You must had noticed that watch’s both hand move way too fast, if you had to rush somewhere, on-time!
In weekdays, it was always my office. “Reaching office on time” should be declared as an adventure sport as bungee jumping.
Adding to the exquisite flavor of the busy morning, Delhi’s traffic is always there to welcome you.It loves you so much that it doesn’t let you move more than 15-20 km/h speed. and the rate of getting cheesed-off by this, is directly proportional to the time you have to wait, to feel your engine roaring upon acceleration.
Unnecessarily honking irritates. Its never the same in foreign countries. Sensible people never use their horn, as a musical instrument. Here, it’s indeed a time-pass on the road.
Naman was standing right beside his cabin. I saw him as I was entering into the office.He was already there, busy in flipping pages of some file.
We exchanged smile.
He, being a key position holder in the company and swiping-off big sum of money, always looked fabulous. Grey-colored suit from his personal Black Berry collection, Tissot T-Heritage on the wrist was soothing my eyes and his body too.
“Aloha Ayan!“, he showed his affection, without moving-away the eyes from file.
“Good morning bro”,
“and Since when you started talking Hawaiian? “, ah! I love Google.
“Nothing, just heard it on the go.”, kneeled down before spontaneity.
He was looking afresh, after he completes his responsibility as a brother.
“Dude, I need to rush. I’ve to bell the cat”, I hi-five him. He winked.
Ah! Felt a sigh of relief, as I entered into the office 10 min before.
Ayesha joined me, as I walked to my cabin.
Now, there are some people, who like the work and their job pretty seriously, some doesn’t. Ayesha, my secretary, is the former one. She was no less than my genie in such hectic schedule.
She is chirpy yet laborious girl. She makes the environment light by her presence. Thanks to the Male-to-Female ratio policy of the company, which they have to maintain, we have sensible yet visibly-well-groomed staff.
Though officials haven’t put any restriction on the monotonous office-dress, she always chooses punjabi salwar-kamiz as her preferred attire. As she is a punjaban, it matches her vakhra persona.
“When is the meeting?”, I asked anxiously.
“Sir,It’s about to start in 15 min”, Ayesha replied.
“Ok”, “get me the file of the device, that has the problem “. The testing team found two bugs of integer overflow and SIGFPE. It may lead to Integer based attacks and unacceptable behavior in the running time simulation.
“here you go, Sir!”, She said, and handed over the file.
“Fellas! we’re not on the schedule”, “and I want a full descriptive report of what we’re up to?”, my oval shaped boss,T.A.P. Sriram, said, wiping off his sweaty forehead.
‘Are these the symptoms of heart-attack?”, a thought crashed into my mind at lightening speed. Jesus ! he was sweating in an AC room.
We all five people present in the room had sensed the level of concern in his voice and were tensed too.
Rahul Ranjan was the head of the User Interface Development of the product, the fifth guy.
My Boss, being a South Indian, was very calm by nature. But, when it comes to work, he was a serious mate.
“Well! we rectified the cause of problem “,” It’ll get Troubleshot ASAP”, I tried to make him calm.
As the meeting was over, I saw Sneha Awasthi, first time in the office, second time in the last three days.
Sometime, the only thing that turn on a guy in a woman, is the way, she carries herself.
She was looking extremely professional. Wearing formal , holding a file in her left hand, that was resting over her left waist. Black frame spectacles was enhancing her girly look. Her razor sharp eyes paid full attention to our boss. I would say, she was amphoteric.
“New recruit! “, every new recruited person works with full attention, in starting only.
The meeting was about timely solution of such problems and moreover the deadline discussion about the launch of a new product.
Naman knocked on the glass-door, showing me the time by tipping his finger on his watch and was saying,”It’s over!”, by sign language, like a deaf and dumb, standing outside the door.
I wrapped-up the cluttered files and headed towards the parking.
It’s time to go back home.
“Come, let me drive you home. I want to talk with you.”, He offered the drive.
“Cool !”, I said as I hopped-in his Honda Civic.
“tum aa gaye ho, nur aa gaya hai…”. After the tiring day, listening to the deadly duo of nightingale, a sobriquet, Lata Mangeshkar and the father of yodeling, Kishore Kumar, was much more than just sheer pleasure.
“Here you go again.Come-on Dude! Do you always listen to these sadly-romantic songs ?”.
Though I had no offence with Old songs but, it was him, who try to imitate yodeling of The Kishore Da to tease me to the fullest by his chorus.
And I feel, he enjoys this sadistic pleasure.
“I love puraane gaane.”, He said it in the musical rhythm by stretching the sound.
“Old is Gold, my friend”, he preached!
I didn’t listen to him, as I was busy in my important work, m.Facebook.com ! It always aced in priorities.
If you don’t get time to update your Facebook status once in a day, then you reserve the right to say,”TODAY, I WORKED!”
As I was changing my status
from: “O’sum Weekend “
to:”Bheja fry-3 Promotion in a car : my friend has awful singing capabilities “
he said something unexpected.
“papi! how the hell you don’t have any idea about Sneha ?”, “she is in the office from past two weeks”, he asked.
“Dude, I don’t own a satellite and I ain’t no CIA agent.”, My love for the Hollywood movies inside me rippled as I fired back.
“ooh! Do you want one?”,”It’s under the backseat”, he chuckled. He was always this much unpredictable.
“Whoa! The king of Good times”, It’s one among the several A-listed things that boys love. Beer!
“hope, now you own one and it’s in your hand!”, he started whistling to the tune.
“definitely!”, I nodded. “I can give it to you too, on rent if you want !”. exaggerated.
Evening time, awesome music, Beer in hand! whole day’s tiredness flew away.
achcha to hum chalte h….Phir Kab Miloge… Jab Tum Kahoge… I hummed it as the song changed to another classic retro.
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Vikas “Smrit” Singh.
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TO BE CONTINUED… IN THE NEXT CHAPTER.
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It was not one of the normal Weekend. I had to attend one marriage of my friend-cum-colleague, Naman Rai’s sister, Ananya Rai.
We work in the ConBear Telecom pvt. ltd, Gurgaon, for 3 years as of now and became close friend during this span.
It was confusing to select the suitable attire for the marriage.After Shuffling and struggling with the clothes a lot, I ended up finalizing Black Tuxedo and get suited in.
Venue was Hotel Hilton and that was about half an hour far by car.I left at around 8:00 p.m.
one of my fav pic
Looking through the SUV’s almost Z-Black glasses, I always amazed with the continuity and never dying spirit of this city, Delhi, had. It never stopped by any incident/event. What a spirit it always maintained. Hats-off! I still remember that day, when the News flashed on the Television, that Delhi was stunned by the continuous Bomb-blast in Sarojini Nagar Market, Paharganj and Govindpuri in Oct,2005. Lots of people died. But, just after two days, spirit of Delhi was back, and Life was normal, again. But not for those, who lost their dear ones.
But since then, Delhi had taken a whole new different look. Thanks to the Commonwealth games, who made this city a newly wedded bride and helped a lot of politician to became multi-millionaire. Politician were able to get their share from the “Common-Wealth”. Here my cordial wishes goes to the high rated corruption in India. Now, it’s like the salt of everyone’s food. A school going student may not know the name of the President of India, but might write an essay of 300 words on corruption.
“Sir, We’re here”, My Driver intervened my thoughts. I step-out of the car buttoning again the Blazer.
“Nice Arrangement”. Words dropped in my ear by chattering people, while walking down the Green carpet.
Artistically maintained Hall-room yelling it out loud itself, that it has gone through a lot of careful and experienced thinking of the Event Manager.
“Welcome, Mr. Ayan”, with a very soft voice, Naman, greeted.
“Hello Naman, How are you?”. I replied with a smile. Though it’s a soft natural tendency that comes from within.
“Fine. How did you like the arrangements?”.He asked.
“Marvelous”. I congratulated him for the choice he made by cautiously selecting an Event manager.
The reason for crediting the Event Manager was that, he had set the marriage theme more or less into a painting exhibition. All walls were covered with the sheer perfection of combination of colours. Precisely, it was looking like a rainbow containing more than seven colours.
“and Whats better than this can be, when it comes to one of the exquisite 5-star Hotels in Delhi”. I Spawned his Familiarity with money and the status he gained. His dedication towards his work, made him the senior Manager Level-2 last year.
He works at the Design and fabrication of the Hardware of the hand-held devices. I work with the memory optimisation of those devices.
“Where is Ananya ?”. I inquired anxiously about the Bride.
“She is in the Room upstairs.You can meet her.”, He looked at his Tissot T-Pocket and softly said,”I think, she is about to come down in 20 minutes”. He explained and left to welcome other guests. I can understand, how cranial scars are stressed at such moments.
Some important office people were on their way to Hotel. Thanks to the Traffic of Delhi, I was standing alone holding the glass of apple juice.
I thought of using my time. I headed towards the room where Ananya was waiting.
Me and Ananya share a decent chemistry. We became good friends too. She told me that her fiance, Arjun Saxena, works with a shipping firm in Singapore as a Senior Product manager.
“Hey Ananya! Looking gorgeous.” these words came out swiftly. She was looking very pretty in the gems-carved Dark Maroon Lehanga. Her make-up was cutting-edge perfect.
“Hi. Thank you. When did you arrive?”, She asked promptly.
“Just few minutes before. And I must say you have selected everything perfectly”, I underlined the inevitable truth.
While I was in conversation with Ananya and her would-be in-law family members, two of her friends came up.
“Hey Ananya!”,”come lets go, everyone is waiting downstairs now”. Her friend helped her to gain balance with the heavily carved Lehanga.
We went back to the main hall. Everyone was busy. Ananya’s slow and gradual steps towards stage, gained attention of the mob. Main stage was fully embraced with the Rajnigandha and White Lily flower . Christ! She was looking like an Angel.
I wonder, how girls turn into such enormous beauty, when it comes to their wedding. Only God knows!
This Weather We got to see every second day. We're Blessed!
In the meanwhile I got Naman’s company. One of the girls, who was walking with the bride, drew my attention.
I started enjoying the hot chocolate with Naman. Her confident walk and steady looks was giving me an impression, that she was an independent girl. She must be in good company and holding some responsibilities too.
” Sneha Awasthi, our new recruit in HR Department”, he assessed the attention I was paying her.”She joined 2 weeks before”, he added and cleared the air.
“and how come, I don’t even know about it”. I queried back immediately.
“someone needs VALGRIND here!”, he pulled my leg and gave me a half crooked smile.
I went near to the same painting she was looking at.
“Wow!”, she said by looking at the enormously beautiful painting of a village woman. Woman in the painting was cooking food for the family on the chulha. Smoke was coming out of that chulha.
“Waaoooww !”, that’s what I whispered to me, after I looked at the epitome of feminism.She was looking Flawless. Her simple ethnic Red-color saaree, her curled hair at the end, her wide Black eyes, her confident steps on the green carpet, heading towards another room, for further glimpse of artistic perfection.
I followed her, to catch another glimpse of the Almighty’s perfection.
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Vikas “Smrit” Singh.
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TO BE CONTINUED… IN NEXT CHAPTER.
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