Happening Haddulad (part 2)

(Contd...)

The new place was a nice place to live, 7th floor, well centered in the city, near malls and bazars, in short a perfect stay for a month, though a bit costlier. Food provided was more than average, by haddu standards. The very day we entered the building, the natural SANDEEP started looking for SOMETHING new, fresh and exciting. And u know, GOD is always courteous to me in his context. So...

I was out of the room to EXPLORE nearabouts of the building and my lift stopped on 5th floor. Busy with my MP3 player, i cudn't guess which floor it was and got out with head bent on to the menu. Guess wat, there entered a new person, extremely fresh, charming, cute and wat not... a certified beautiful gal. As if it was natural, certain words came out right from my spinal cord(i didn't apply any mind)

"Hey ! i guess i saw u somewhere "
this was the only dialouge my spinal cord cud throw.
"Me ? no, i dun think so !"
"Okk, y don't u think so ?"
"what ?!!!!"
"I mean.. umm... r u in Dr. Reddy's ?"
"Which doctor ?"
"I said do you work for Dr. Reddy's ?"
"No..... never ! "
"Okkkk! that must be some mistake. newez cya."
"hmm... fine"

It was then that i noticed it was 5th floor, not the ground. But it was too late and i just pretended that i usually cover half of the height by stairs and i just walked down...
She was down b4 me and out of curiosity, i just decided to make my way after her. And f*#K !!! she was there, standing besides a car, with her boyfriend, talking together as if made for each other. I seriously cursed GOD for this torture ! Moving on means life... so i moved on towards the market, back in an hour or so for the dinner. And to my utter surprize, the love birds were having their dinner at the same place !!! Just waiting for my turn on the counter, a sweet voice massaged my ears-

" Excuse me !"
"Yup, ne probs ??? "
" Did you say u've seen me b4 ?"
"I hope i said the same !"
"Where ?"
"I wud've told u if i knew ! may be this very damn bakery !!!"
"Ohkk ! I don't work 4 Dr. Reddy's "
" Thik hai, to main kya karun ?"

Her face demanded a click at that moment but i cud show no more interest. Fate had planned something more ahead. A few days later, we all (me and 3 roomies) were on our way back to our room from the bakery. Suddenly Anoop stopped to give attention to a SUSPICIOUS car standing next to our lift. With seats streched back down, some EXCITING SCENE was a bit visible inside the well filmed window panes. He just whisphered the observation to all of us, but i couldn't have the inside scene live due to some reasons. May be I didn't want to disturb them. Just b4 falling asleep, i screamed... Oh shittt !!! but no-one paid attention and we slept.

Next morning i told Anoop,"Hey, it was the same car last night !"
"which car ?"
"The one which 5th floor gal was inclined upon, i told u right ?"
"huh, not possible. that damn cute gal with that ugly bastard ? not at all"
"believe it or not dude, it was the same car !"
"huh ! no company launches only a single piece of a model !"
"wateva, leave it"

Next evening, Anoop came to me with a bright face, like havin solved a mystery-"It was the same gal dude !"
"And hw's that ?"
"She got in the lift with me and was hiding her face, looking down, here and there. she got down in a hurry lest i should ask her about the car event. i was the only 1 she must have seen looking into the car !"
"ha...ha...ha...ha... u shud ask her any time u feel"

3 days later, God sent another bouncer to me. I found the dhaba gal sitting with a dude at the bakery. Though they were only discussing some questions there, we concluded he is her boyfriend and i didn't talk to her. So there came the heavenly conclusion from Anoop...

"WHICHEVER GAL U TALK TO, SHOWS UP WITH HER BOYFRIEND THE NEXT TIME. AND THE EXTENT OF SCENE WE GET TO SEE DEPENDS ON HOW MUCH U TALK TO HER"

And that was very true infact. Dhaba gal only got my Hi and was there with her BF, the lift gal encountered a good conversation with me twice and we saw her havin sX in the car !!! though not pretty sure of whether it was the same gal, we assume that it was her, to keep our story thrilled.

Batane ko aur bhi bahut kuchh hai, but abhi ke liye itna hi...
:)

Happening hadduland (part1)

Hey all,

It's been long since i posted something here. I don't really know whether to put experiences i have this time, in open or not. But lemme start atleast...

It's all about Hadduland (Hyderabad for newbies) and two precious months of my lifetime spent there. It is my internship period after 3rd year of B.Tech. I was feeling a bit lucky to have got an internship through campus and a bit thrilled to be getting a comparable sum of stipend. For a week or so, hyderabad remained a place full of Malls, Showrooms, Cinema halls and all the luxory a middle group city could have. Not that the place changed all of a sudden after a week, but it was me who had to come out of the A/C room provided by the Company (DRL) for just a week, to look for our next residence. Then i saw the real hyderabad- full of variations, full of a mix of North and south Indians. Not only crowded malls, but also busy roadside tea stalls. I had a first hand experience of Indians not knowing their national language at all ! I just couldn't help saying WTF ! r u an Indian ???!!! Worse was the case when some of them didn't even know English ! though i must say proportion of English speaking population was more than any north Indian state.

We finally put up at a penthouse. 4th floor without lift!!! U'd think 4 times before leaving ur room. We thought even more times before entering our building. Food ??? Man it was horrible ! As though only South Indian tag was not enough, it was worst out of the south Indian food and no need to tell, no chapaties at all ! About taste ? do they know anything except chillies and chilli power ? And even if we compromise with that, we had Haddus all around sitting in groups, eating with raw hands, with every sorta vegetables or dals wateva mixed in same plate, with even curd mixed to that. Adding to that was thr eating style CHAP CHAP, both from mouth as well as hands. We clearly understood it was not fault of Haddus reaching our insti ! After tolerating for a day or two, I never had my meals there, so did Baba and Anoop, my parteners. After wandering around for 5 days or so, we finally selected a pure veg dhaba where u cud have MEALS. Pao bhaji and dal fry-roti was all we dared to experiment with there.

We used to spend our evenings in malls and shopping complexes. You have some NICE crowd in mals there. As always, i kept looking 4 CHANCES at the dhaba too. And it was that day when i met the dhaba gal. I was about 2 b over with my mango shake when she checked in. Turning her head around standing at the counter, she stuck to this direction with my eyes staring directly into hers'. She was wearing specs and so was i. She thought the reflection of her glasses won't let me know she was looking at me; and i pretended the same ;-) It was time to pay the bill. I reached the counter as soon as i cud, just looking 4 a chance to start with. Soon she called up the dhaba owner for her PARCEL of Kaju Korma...

"Uncle !... uncle... !!!"
i just jumped in... " Uncle ??? Arre achha khaasa jawan hai wo to ! "
"Acha, to kya bolun ?"
"bhaiya bolo. Feels young"
"Ok, bhaiya !... bhaiya !. uffff. bhaiya bhi nahin suna. ab kya karun ?"
"In that case, excuse me is the ultimate solution. Just try it. "
" okkk ! Hello ! Excuse me ! My parcel ?"

And by my fate, he heard her this time and her parcel was there in no time !!! We had a nice smile exchange with a sorta laughter on her face ! The only dialouge came to my mind was ," Hasi to fasi !". Well, as u must have expected, i managed to reached the same dhaba, same time the next day with my eyes having an aim this time. And to my utter surprise, she was there, sitting near the counter. It was so quick......She was talking to a friend in a serious note...i entered...just saw and hi fied her...her expressions suddenly changed from serious adult to an overjoyed kid... she smiled and hi fied me with double energy...said something to her friend jovially... got up... had some water... picked her parcel... turned around...had a look at me again...and gone...

I gave it a thought for five minutes atleast... if her parcel was already ready, was she waiting for..... was she overjoyed seeing me same time same place or was i looking funny today ? Wat must have she said to her friend ??? etc. And like all other instance, SANDEEP from inside shouted," Arre chhadd yaar, she's just another gal ! " Ok ! i was pacified. next 2 days were weekend and we enjoyed as much as we could, no dhaba jus restaurants. On Monday, same dhaba, same time, but she was not there, neither was i hoping (but expecting a bit). Next day we had to shift our residence. Month was over and we moved to a better place, higher rented but worth living. I let the dhaba chapter close just in 2 meetings!!!

I never knew fate had even worse in store for me !!!

To Be Continued...

PS:- One of my readers, quite interested in these kinda stuffs brought to my attention the fact that Hindi is Official Language of India, not the National Language. India Constitution doesn't specify any National Language. Apologies for the mistake and Thanx Reader !

Metro happening again :)

Dunno y, most of my rememberable experiences happen in Delhi Metro itself. It was a sunny day and anyone would like to travel to and fro in the AC metro train until the ticket expires in 45 minutes. But I couldn't do that, I am an IITian after all, have some level !!!

It was a usual way back to roorkee until a group of three girls appeared out of nowhere on the Tilaknagar station. One of them, with a typical BANIYA physique, was for sure avoidable and by my fate she got a seat a distance away from me. The other two had to stand by the poles as their friend had not left enough of tolerance for them to fit in. Second of them was an ok ok gal with a nice middleclass personality. The 3rd one, the central character was perhaps the most beautiful face around. But i was not stuck at her, still searching someone else to beat her, but found none.
And to my utter surprise, i found the beautiful little lady staring at me with an innocent smile :) To be honest, the first thing i did then was checked my hairstyle and my face in the reflection from window panes of the train. After being assured of nothing wrong in my looks, i tried to avoid looking at her and turned about, showing no interest. After all LEVEL had to be maintained, but how long ?

Suddenly, a middle aged lady fell victim to sudden brakes and i found her on the floor the very next moment. Some of us comforted her to get up but the PHYSIQUE gal burst into a spontaneous smile(laughter) on the scene. Then wat, a professor like lady sitting next to her blasted into anger and gave a 10 min long lecture on manners towards elders, and in general ofcourse. The fatty dear had to leave the seat for the unstable aunty.

Meanwhile i was turned half way towards my heroine. Suddenly coming out of the event, i thought of her and started looking around. But she was not where i had left her ! My head bowed down out of frustration and "OH SHITTTT !!!!!". She was standing next to me with her head exactly half a feet down my shoulders !!! thanx to the hallabaloo out of the "Aunty falling" event :)

Worrying for the height problem, I found her still staring at me. I decided not to ignore this time, let her turn her eyes. But i couldn't believe, I couldn't bear her intensity even half a minute. The rest of the journey was spent in frequent eye contacts, but i couldn't dare anything. I did think a number of times, " Excuse me, something funny on my face" and "Excuse me, do you want anything ?" and "Hey gal want my cell number ?" and " Can i have your cell number ?" and "Do i know you?" and "I think we've met before" and bla bla bla.

But my mouth was responding to none of these signals. Finally, we got off on the Rajiv Chowk station. She, perhaps had a plan of going for movie or so. I took sometime to move out of her eyesight, still hoping any of my nerves to respond, but no gain. I was about to move down the escalater and gave a final look at her. She was still headed towards me, looking with some questioning eyes... and finally... i decided to finish this story in a sad ending. I couldn't talk to her, neither could she.

This remains my sweetest journey till date and may be remains forever. I don't know her name, nor her place. I don't know she was serious ya bas kaat rahi thi. But she has given me a moment to remember. thanx AJNABI. God Bless u.