The Wanderers

I was not willing to let go off her hand. It was the final paging call for me and I knew this is the last time I would be holding her hand the way I did.

Two days ago when I landed at the Mumbai airport, she was already there. She had come to pick me up. I had booked a hotel for myself and didn’t want to bother her, but she insisted. I came out the airport and was welcomed with a warm hug. I knew them from a long time. I had their company at the weakest and the happiest moments of my life. I hanged on for little more time and so did she. Then I flung my bag to the rear of her car and placed myself on the passenger seat. I didn’t want to drive; she asked me “So, where is the master wishing to be driven?”, ‘Someplace where a hot cup of tea and a friend would be present’, I replied.

“So what about your Hotel?”

“There’s a booking and I can walk in anytime I want to, but not now”

I was tired and she understood, she didn’t speak all through the journey upto her apartment.

Only when I got down, did she tell “Apu passed away, last week”, her voice was quivering and I knew how much she loved him, her pet puppy. She had told me the day he passed away but I think people, when they are brooding, tend to forget stuffs.

Ali was at the lift, he has been managing the lifts ever since Mia moved into the apartment. Must be 6-7 years. I at times wonder, do these guys have anything like promotion. I mean what would be promotion for a lift guy, something like; Mr Ali is promoted and from tomorrow he would be working from 1st floor and upward only, no more ground job for him.

I walked into the lift behind Mia. He looked at me and smiled, I smiled back, no words exchanged. ‘Fourth Floor’ the mechanical voice of the lift announced. We walked out of the lift. Mia was walking infront of me. She was always in a hurry and I was dragging myself. Too much of work over the week had drained out all of my energy.

She rang the bell of her apartment, Bina Kaki was there. She has been taking care of her since her childhood days, almost a mom-like figure for both of us. She hugged me with that motherly affection of her, that I was very accustomed with. “Kitna dubla ho gaya hai(How thin are you looking)” she said, she is always like that. Very caring and very sweet. I just smiled and said “Iss baar lambi chhuti pe aaya hun, mota hoke hi jaunga (This time I am here for a longer time, I won’t leave before I am fat enough)” and both of us laughed.

Mia had been uncharacteristically quite since the morning. I knew there must be something bothering her but I waited for the right time to ask her.
Mia showed me the room I was meant to be in. I took a shower, changed my clothes and came out. The breakfast was ready and there was Bina Kaki’s special tea. Mia joined for the breakfast and tea.

“So how you feeling now?” she asked. “Fine, infact much better”, I replied. “I spoke to Aunty, your mom, she was complaining that you have not been calling her up regularly?” she was a bit angry, trying to be my mom. She has been like that all the while.

“Actually I have been a lot busy”
“I think you just try to be irresponsible”, that was short and sharp

I didn’t dare to speak more. We finished our breakfast. Carried our cup and went to our fav spot. It was her balcony. It opened to an artificial lake and greenery, a rarity in Mumbai. And something for which you pay an heavenly price.

We sat there for sometime filling ourselves with the serenity of the atmosphere around us. We knew, inside there was a turmoil that was building. She moved closer, laid her head on my shoulder and closed her eyes. I didn’t want to disturb her, I didn’t move a muscle.
“So how is your job treating you”, she broke the silence, without moving
“I am liking it” I said. “And how have you been doing?”
“Not bad either”, she said.
“What are you reading now?”, she asked
“Nothing, in fact not getting enough time”

I just loved it when she rested on my shoulder, and that fragrance of her body filled me with a sense of pride.

When Dada had almost turned the table....

Its 1:30 am and KKR has lost the match.. not a nice thing... But then I just cannot wait to update my blog...

We cudnt have asked for a better match. I think only God could have scripted such things. I mean it was a humdinger from the start till the end.

So when it seemed all very down the hill for KKR, Dada put his head down and resurrected the innings. Munaf Patel almost gave away the match when Dada hit him for two consecutive sixes and brought the match into KKR’s clutch and when it seemed that ‘Dadagiri’ has done the miracle, there was a twist, Yashpal Singh fell to a rash shot. Last over and 7 runs, Kamran Khan (a rank new comer) was asked to bowl, he held his nerves right, with just 2 runs required from last two balls Dada got out. Two runs required from last ball, Ishant Sharma managed to make the bat meet the ball and ran a single and got out attempting the second.

Super over: Chris Gayle and Mc Cullum walked out to the middle and Chris Gayle justified his presence in the middle, by making 16 out of the super over against Kamran Khan. For KKR Ajantha Mendis was handed the ball and Yusuf and Ravinder walked out in the middle to hit the KKR out. Yusuf made it look all very simple with his clinical execution, first ball a 6, second a miscued hit that Hodge could not hang on to resulting in 2, third another 6 over the mid off and the fourth one over the square leg for a 4. Match was decided.
Yusuf Pathan was adjudged Man of the Match, but for me the match belonged to two people, Dada and Kamran Khan. Big match and big hearts... A great match...

Fast Forward, Rewind...

Fast forward, rewind
you are always on my mind
my last thought before I dream
as surreal as it may seem

Rewind back to when we first met
it is the best day yet
pause on the moment you caught my eyes
it's still my favorite,that's no surprise
play it through,we became so close
to be with you,is what I want most
fast forward through our little fights
pause forever on those endless summer nights

Fast forward, rewind
you are always on my mind
my last thought before I dream
as surreal as it may seem

It seems as thought the reel starts to end
just press rewind and begin again
pause on the parts you like best
fast forward through all the rest
and if again you feel the end is near
know that you can have live it right here

Help Needed

Powered by a few "thoughtfool" friends and a few utterrly butterly terribly disastrous moments in my life I planned to get my fingertips moving and get blogging. I must say it wasn’t easy at all. First you get the id created where people ask you questions that you feel as if an aunty next door is questioning you and then you start thinking what to write… that’s a big big problem. You always want to write something that no one have thought of, which I think in this world of piracy and plagiarism a very wishful thinking, to say the least.
I being human followed the same path too. After long sleepless nights that were spent in thinking about a topic that can touch a cord in everyone’s heart and make me the most popular person on Earth after The Pope, I gave up. So here I am clueless about the topic that I should be talking about and sharing my thoughts (although I doubt if I have any) on.
Guys if u have any suggestion or any topic that you think gonna make me write something on then do let me know…