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A Geek’s Dream: Chapter_1 ;)

A Note :- Every character written in the story are purely fictitious. It has no resemblance or connection with any living or dead person.


“————–Chapter 1 :- @ Ananya’s Marriage—————“

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.

GOD_ZILA try to eat SUN

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!

I Luv it ;)

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.

Vikas “Smrit” Singh.







9 Sep, 2k8. Wednesday 11:40 am.

From :- a book worm

to:- an introvert.

“—————–MY FIRST REACTION  :O (o_O) —————”

Her pinkish nails
                          her glowy face,
her ivory skin,
                   are perfection’s trace.
Reddish fingers
                         of ultra thin shape,
voice was like
                         as water of grape.
Waiving of her hands,
                         her hair tightening band,
all were like
                         free-flow of river.
What to say
                         in such love-fever?
She contains the
                   nature absolute,
she had all
                  the gamut of flute.
Her decent looks,
                           way of carrying books,
triggers the joy,
                          in my veins.
Yes..!!she’s the girl
                           of my DREAMS… ————————(1).
A breeze starts blowing,
                                      as she enters the class,
swinging eyes away from her,
                                       was like shattering of glass.
As she sits with me,
                                       with a decent posture,
It’s as cool as,
                                       silent 3rd degree torture.
That very moment,
                                      don’ know from where to start.
& obviously..!
                                     i  can’t act over smart.
                               with fumbled hands.
I thank to god,
                              making her my friend.—————-(2)
As i was not trying
                               to be a flirt,
these’re the things,
                               in which no one’s expert.
She was the
                              epitome of femininity
& i’d shown
                      my ultimate stupidity.
As this is for the girl,
                                       i don’t know for so long
I’d expressed my feelings,
                      in the phrase form.———————-(3)
A small part of heart..!!
                                      that is all it takes,
whatever I’d felt
                                      just can’t be fake.
These are the things,
                                     which i feel for you,
every single letter,
                                     written above is true.


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