Pehla Nasha

We were of those kinds who never bothered about girls and laughed on guys who dashed behind girls, be it the lucky ones in love or not so lucky, for us they were all losers and did not have anything better to do. The only thing one should love was based on two choices; cricket or football! We loved both and lived to play; we absolutely had no time trying to impress girls.

After a long hard session of cricket, I and my friend went to watch Judwaa, we had taken the premium seats which cost Rs 11 and it gave the view of the entire theatre which was empty as it was a 2 pm show. Few minutes into the movie and my friend saw someone, so he asked me if I can go and call them over here so we can enjoy the movie together, he said they were his friends. With no questions asked and not knowing what I was doing I just went 10 rows ahead and said "Hey guys, Dom is asking if you guys would like to sit with us for the movie". And then there was bright light and I could see who I was talking to. She was an angel who swept me off my feet and raised my heartbeat to a level it never had been!

I was stuck in her eyes and I felt lifeless for those few seconds and then she said "No we are ok" and that voice brought me back to life. I went back to my seats and she waved to my friend. How I wished that she sat along with us! I was in a hypnotised state and did not ask or say anything to my friend.

After the movie, we all met outside the theatre and she smiled, of course not at me but at my friend. That was the first time I saw her in daylight and how I was wrong, she was no angel she was a goddess! She walked like a princess and smiled as if she was one of the contestants in the beauty pageant. My friend then introduced each one of us, it was comforting to know that now she knows me and I know her name.

They took a bus to home, they -- she and her friends -- whom I had not noticed till now, five of them! My friend and I took our cycles and headed back home. On the way I asked him who she was and how he knows her? She was a classmate of one of our cricket team member from class VIII and they had met during a cultural event which for some dumb reason I had missed! We were in Class X A.

I went back home and all I could remember was her face, those eyes, her voice and everything kept playing back, again and again, in slow motion. I wanted to go back to school and find out more about her. I got up early, got ready, got on my red hero ranger cycle and headed to school. As I parked and turned, there she was entering the school gate!

That moment I knew, God was real and now I had all the more faith in him. I wasted some more time around the cycle so that she would come closer and notice me. As she came closer, I looked at the ground and up. She had a big smile on her face and she waved her hand and said "Hi, How are you". Not knowing what to I say smiled and nodded to say yes, she kept that beautiful smile on her face and we walked together for 40 steps and then we had to part ways to go to our respective class rooms. I said 'Bye', she smiled and nodded, maybe she was making fun of my earlier reaction.

I hated myself for not saying anything to her or asking her how she was and if she liked the movie. So many questions ran in my head and then there were so many things I could have said to her!

Time went by and I kept getting more desperate to see her; meet her every day and soon each one of my team members knew the 'in and out' of my fondness for this girl. At times they helped me in different ways so I could get to talk to her and at times they made me feel like a loser as that is what we used do to others in 'Love'.

One day I was watching WWF and the phone rang, mom said it was for me, no one used to call me; rather no one cared to call me. Mom said it was some girl. I was already tensed as who has called, is it the class teacher who wants to complain about us bunking classes? I picked up the phone and said 'Hello" and someone replied ''Hi'. God, it was a girl! Some girl had called me; well no girl has ever called me before. I asked 'who is this' and she said 'guess who this is'.

There was a big pause, then she asked again: 'Can't you Guesssssss?' and now I could make out who it was, my heart went pumping and I said 'Priyanka?' She said 'Yes'. I said "'ho gave you this number?'

She said 'I can find out, you know'. I knew some friend had leaked the info and how much I wanted to thank him for doing that. After that we often talked on the phone and shared a lot; we had come much closer by then. She always complained that I was a good talker on the phone and not in person, when I always kept quiet.

By now I knew a lot about her and knew that she was in love with someone, someone named 'Saurav Ganguly', till then I used to like him but since then I started hating him, she loved cricket and she loved to come and watch us play, she would cheer me and friend would tease me instead. Back then there was a scheme where if you collect 12 caps of a cold drink then you get a mini bat autographed by 'Saurav Ganguly'.

I was good on pocket money and savings, so I took the team for a cold drinks party and everyone was happy, not knowing my motives. We often used to hang out at Shetty's canteen and he was a good friend. On request, Shetty quickly managed to get the autographed bat for me which was of course my first Valentine's Day gift for someone.

I gave it to her a day earlier as it was way embarrassing to give it on February 14 with everyone watching. She was happy and all smiles, she said you gave this to me? Why? I told her I had two and I wanted her to have one. I also told her that it was a gift for tomorrow. She smiled, turned and left for the day, the other day she gave chocolates to everyone and I did not feel that it was something special for me, maybe she was too shy.

I had a poor handwriting, so I took help of a friend to write my scrapbook questions. A scrapbook for a single person where you ask them few questions and they reply, the real motive of such book is to find out what they like and how they feel about you, which cannot be expressed face to face. One of the questions was 'Do you like me?' and generally we replied 'Yes! I like you as a friend' to avoid confusions, I was expecting something more from her, expecting her to write something which will encourage me to say those three words.

Three days went by, she did not return the scrapbook, I called her up and she said that her class tests were going and she could not find the time to finish all the questions and she will give it in two days time.

That day she kept looking for me to handover the completed scrapbook, but our team was at another school to play school level cricket match, I met her around 1:30 pm at the bus stop where she handed over the scrapbook, smiled and said, nice questions. I liked them.

I took the book and headed home but I could not wait to read the scrapbook so I stopped near a tree and started reading one by one, all of them filled me with cheer and with high hopes as I was waiting for the magical 27th question which would change everything between us and Yes! it did.

Question 27: 'Do you like me?'. With a black pen she wrote 'No, I don't like you'. Under that she made a smiley face and wrote 'just kidding, I like you as a friend'.

Question 28: 'If you don't like me who do you like' with red pen she wrote 'your friend Dom'. That's it! The sky was spinning... no the earth did... no wait everything was spinning. The heartbeat again rose to a level it never did, but this was way different than I had always felt for her. That day I knew that there is no difference between loving and losing something, you have the same emotion, but the emotion makes you feel so different.

Priyanka never got to be with Dom as he already had few girlfriends and was quite popular. He also knew that I liked Priyanka and he was never interested in her. After Class X Dom went to college and I stayed back in school (CBSE) to complete my Class XII or maybe coz I never wanted to lose sight of her and thought things will change.

It was never the same between us after the scrapbook episode but she was worth every bit of it and maybe more. After 5 years I happened to meet her in a shopping mall, I could recognise her but maybe she did not recognise me. I was hesitant, but gathering all my courage I asked her if she is Priyanka, She said 'Yes. I introduced myself to her but she could not find me in her memory, then I told her a bit more and she did remember me.

Nashebaazi!!

Nashebaazi!!

"Khoob jamega rang, jab mil baithenge teen yaar..Main, aap aur Bagpiper" In this inspirational statement, Bagpiper has got nothing to do with the bakchodi that follows. Now today, I take upon myself the moral duty of categorizing the types of drinking companions that you will encounter in your long wretched alcohol-filled life .

Types of drunkards:

1) The Silent Assassin : This motherfucker goes about his job in a very silent way. While others will be boasting their stories of bravery and chivalry (mostly involving chicks), he will be gobbling down peg after peg. He will hardly participate in any bakchodi. To any greetings, his only answer will be "Bas yaar..Sab theek hai".

2) The Bakchod: He is the nucleus of any Daru-Party. He is like the straw that stirs the drink. He will be the most enthusiastic, right from the first peg till the penultimate peg. Of-course he will pass out during the last peg. I will give you certain dialogues which this guy is sure to utter during his non-stop bakchodi. This guy invariably follows this pattern:

After three pegs: He is sure to say to the friend hosting the party: "Tu mera chhota bhai hai...hiccchhh".

After five pegs: The Bakchod guy must have also had a tiff with some school-mate or college-mate in remote past but he will make sure that he takes this opportunity to utter out the words: "Yaar tu abhi phone laga use..Main baat karunga!"

After seven pegs: If any friend in the drinking party is suffering a heart-break then our Bakchod will say: "Bhai tu ek ishara kar bas! Sali ko uthwa denge ghar se!".

After eight pegs: To the same hart-broken friend, he is going to say: "Dost!! Aurat bahut madarchod cheez hoti hai! ..hicchhh".

After nine pegs: "Abey mere chadhi nahi hai.. Main to acting kar raha hun..hicchhh."

After ten pegs: "Saale daru pee kar English kitni acchi ho jaati hai re.. hicchh"

After eleven pegs: "Dost gaadi to main hi chalaunga.. hicchh"

After twelve pegs: Produces an eleven second fart which changes notes three times and forces all the mosquitoes in the room to suffocate to death.

3) The Majnu-Ranjha Remix: This poor chap is the one who is in deep love and mostly heart-broken as well. He is the same guy whom our Bakchod from type # 2 condoles by saying: "Bhai tu ek ishara kar bas! Sali ko uthwa denge ghar se!". This guy will mostly be quiet for the first four-five pegs, concentrating mainly on putting soft-n-slow sad songs. The choice of songs also depends upon how badly he has been raped in life. For instance, if he had a normal breakup cos things didn't work out, then he will be putting Mukesh's songs, but if he had seen his GF making love to another guy willingly (accompanied by moans of approval like 'Oh Yes!' 'Oh Yes!'.. 'Fuck Me!' 'Fuck Me!') then he will be surely listening to Ghulam Ali. He breaks his silence mostly after the fifth peg with the vintage dialogue: "Bhai bahut pyar karta hun usse.. Jaan bhi de sakta hun!!". Not to mention, how our Bakchod from type # 2 replies to this.

3) The Bania Buddhi: His only concern is to recover (if at all contributed) the money that he has pooled in to arrange the party. He is like our Arjuna of the 'parrot and eye' fame as his one eye is always focused on that most expensive side-dish (mostly salted cashew-nut) that is finishing at the rate of knots. Now this fuck can find himself in two predicaments:

Predicament #1: The party is about to get over although little alcohol is still left, but he still feels that he has not yet recovered his money (if at all contributed). So he will say: "Chal! Last peg neat maarte hain.."

Predicament #2: The party is over and so is the alcohol, but he still feels that he has not yet recovered his money (if at all contributed). So he will say: "Chal Pandit k yahan paraathe kha kar aatein hain..." hoping to extract more by answering a very important phone call when the bill for the paraathe comes.

4) The Saleem Pheku: He is a self-proclaimed Tanker. Having built a lot of clout with innocent chutiam sulphates about his heavy drinking prowess, he thinks he is the brightest bulb in the chandelier of drunks. But the reality remains, that when he is at his best he can take down only two pegs and that too mixed with a cold drink. His entire party time goes in diverting people's attention from his peg and to avoid any prospective fucking that is coming his way from that one fellow drunkard who is keeping an eye on how many pegs he is gulping down. But he will be guarding his peg like a coke formula.

5) The Chutia Host: His entire time in the party is consumed thinking why the fuck did he organize it!! His one eye will be on the door, fearing if his landlord has come to exchange the not-so-pleasant pleasantries and his other eye will be on the friend who is going to be the first wicket to fall. In regular intervals of fifteen minutes (After the first five rounds are over), you will hear this person grumbling: "Saale peete to ja rahe ho, lekin agar ulti kari mere room mein to gand tod dunga tumhari..".

I am sure, the next time you are in a Nashebaazi Party with your alcoholic good-for-nothing bakchod friends, you will be able to classify each of your friends into the categories mentioned above. With my experience of being in such parties and sometimes ending up with my face in the commode, I am sure I didn't miss any species of drunkards or did I ??

It was a fine Saturday evening, I was burrowing the sorrows (that were inflicted upon me by my pussy-faced boss during the weekdays) into a desi porn movie titled Sardi Ki Raat Chuddo Bhabhi Ke Saath. I was buck naked, had one hand wrapped around the cheap Royal Stag quarter and the other wrapped around my magnificent, flaccid Six-and-a-half inch wonder (Yes. I am a man of exaggerations!!) and I am trying with all my might to remember what Katrina's nipples would look like. Strange how the lack of pussy changes even a good man's demeanor. Billu Devar, the hero in the movie was giving Chuddo Bhabhi the old and trusted in-out in-out treatment. He looked like a batman with a bat-dick and Chuddo Bhabhi was also some piece of work, if there was one.

Watching a BF always makes me think how the fuck are men meant to stay with the same girl for the rest of their life when I can't even wank over the same porn twice? That takes nothing away from the porn though. I seriously believe that porn is the best thing since sliced bread. If given a chance, I will very well like to become a public fornicator. Here, my tharaki readers, I would like to challenge that takla Gandhi's statement "Books are a man's best friends". WTF!! I don't remember one fucking friend who has been with me since I was 10. But porn, my dear friends, has been with me ever since I first laid my eyes upon Tina Munim (Yes I know she is a fat fuck now!!).

If it was not for porn, then human civilization would have never progressed so far. Why?? Because while you are watching porn your imagination power increases manifold. This same imagination helps you the next morning at work albeit it puts all living and non-living things around you in all sorts of dangers during night.

Any SOB who is against my belief about the significance of porn in our lives, should give me an example of some other source which provides recreation and humor at the same time. (Alright may be Aaj-Tak and India TV. But then I am talking about an all different kind of recreation aka bhoka-bhaaki.) Are you thinking where is the humor in porn?? Did you ever hear the background music in a desi porn?? Invariable in the background, you will find some Kumar Shanu sung romantic number like Bas Ek Sanam Chahiye Aashiqi Ke Liye.. or Kishore's Mere Dil ne Dhadak kar Jab Naam Tera Pukara if the director just thinks porn as a show of your favorite naked persons performing indescribable acts.

There are many things that fascinate me about porn and the foremost is the place where the young dicks like me and an old dick like you choose to hide their porn in the PC. Ever encountered a predicament when some chutia Tauji of yours asks for your laptop to check some political development? Well my favorite has always been this path which has been very carefully designed and tested rigorously over years by me.. "C:\Windows\System32" with a folder name Bill Gates ;-)

Now If some SOB still manages to discover my porn then he is one desperate bastard and surely deserves a little dose of porn.

An avid watcher of porn that I am, I am going to list down some disturbing commonalities that you will surely find across all porn movies:

1) The speed at which the guy pounds the gal suggests as if he is trying to make butter out of milk. I understand the speed around climax but relentlessly jack-hammering must not be good. I mean if you are a Rakhi Sawant or Karan Johar then its OK but for normal people, def NO!!

2)When standing for a blow job, the guy will always place one hand firmly on the back of the kneeling woman's head and the other proudly on his hip like Yuvraj after hitting six 6s. Also its important for the guy to remind the bitch continuously with groans like "Suck It!!". WTF!! What else is that bitch kneeling down for?? To take his aashirwaad of sada garbhvati raho??

3) In an ideal situation even if the gal approves of your noble intentions of raping her, she ll definitely not approve that Latino style clothes ripping. And particularly if that top (buttons of which you popped off in cowboy style) turns out to be a designer one, then you better run for your life with your dick in your hands.

4) Almost half of my life has been invested in thinking and of-course discussing with my innocent friends about the reason why the women shown wears high heels to bed. Of-course the rest has been invested in querying each other about that constant slapping on the butt. What purpose does it really solves?

5) Where are those hospitals with those nurses that are shown in porn movies?

6) Women in porn movies always look surprised (and pleasantly if I may add so) when they open the guy's trousers and find a cock there as if they are opening a letter-box. They also have this appreciative grin on their face when the guy paints them white on their face.

7) When the gal is caught masturbating by a stranger in a porn movie, she always insists he have sex with her instead of shrieking with horror. This fact has led me to try the vice-versa scenario once, but that time, the bitch shrieked.

8) How does this guy in the movie find three or four girls climbing all over him as if he is some Vin Diesel. What about My Cousin Vinny-esque people like you and me?

9) Last but no the least, the guy ejaculating on the woman's butt is a satisfying result for all parties concerned.

To complete the above Ten-Commandments pour in your observations!!

P.S. For those who are unaware of what does BF stand for are sure to find their wives featuring in one. No, it is neither Baal Film nor Bajrang Fight.

P.P.S. I know this post would have re-kindled the wet thoughts of many of my friends (specially Northies!!) who grew up reading MastRam more than eating Chyawanprash. So for those horny shameless bitches, Google it yourself !

P.P.P.S. This post is written solely in the national interest of the country. So feel free to suggest more places where porn could be hidden.

-The author is an expert on porn who graduated from SIT (Sonagachi Institute of Technology) Kolkata .

Office space, Managerial crap and related bakchodi !!

I know most of you, my worthless readers, belong to IT sector and I also know that all companies are more or less the same when it comes to the biggest bakchodion earth i.e. working environment (Until and unless you are some loser working in Google or some achiever working in Wipro.) So I thought that since I have been the guiding light for you all in your personal lives so why not help you with your life at the workplace, after all I have been on the brink of getting promoted myself in my office for the last four years.So let me help you identify the types of co-workers that you will find in your office. The analysis is based by assuming a team of 10.

The Seedha Saadha Chutia: Every team has at-least one or max two of this brand. He beat a million sperm cells pushing his way out of his mom's vaginal canal just to work. He looks six months behind the schedule on the first day of the project. Now that's urgency for you. If it were not for such chutias then smart people like you and me would not be relaxing at your home reading a lousy cheap blog like this on a weekend. So be thankful to this kind of guy in your team. He is a guy who will single-handedly do half of the team's work and yet never fare the best appraisal ratings. He believes that Kaam hi pooja hai while somebody else is doing the kaam with his pooja back in his house. These people are collectively responsible for bringing the fertility rate down in the corporate sector. Whenever I see them working late and on weekends I realize why there are so many porn movies named Horny Housewives. They are the typical Ashok Patel kinds who leave the horny Savita Bhabhis back home for the doodhwalas and thechaukidaars to feast upon. Normally people belonging to this class are so weak that they need steroids to even watch a game of football.

The Makkhan-Baaz: This guy has got nothing to do with the technology and the work. All he targets is to oil his boss' ass. He absolutely loves it, its in his guts like cancer. He is the proverbial Mr Billy Buttlicker.His mom never gave birth to him, she excreted him in the toilet. His fake smile when talking to the boss looks more original than the fake pain that a porn actress displays while getting spanked. He will be frequently sending broadcast emails to the entire team about theoretically helpful stuff like Tech News, How to be efficient at the workplace et al. But the fact remains that he was being helpful only once in his life and that was when he beat a million sperm cells to come on earth, because the other sperms never wanted to be born out of that whore. He excels only in sending Time Sheet Entries and Status Reports on time. Also he will never miss an opportunity to come to office on an important day in his life to display commitment, like when his wife delivers a baby (which in all probability is his Boss'). At times he will annoy you so much that you will start considering relocating to the Himalayas.

The Einstein: He lives in his own world. Project deadlines are as important to him as is a condom to Rakhi Sawant. He is so learned that growing up he performed his own circumcision. He knows all the keyboard shortcuts for all the softwares invented. You will often find disturbing things like a data sheet or a science journal at his desk.

To-be manager: This poor SOB will have all the responsibilities of a manager minus the pay and the respect. He is like the BJP spokesperson Ravi Shankar Prasad who has to clean all the cum that Narendra Modi leaves behind. He will attain the not-so-coveted status of Dhobi-Ka-Kutta among the co-workers who would prefer to deal with lack of oxygen than him. He is like those super-intellectuals who blow themselves up with a dream of having virgins in the Jannatafter death. But unfortunately for him, in the end the management does to him what a dog does to a pillar.

The browser guy: He is like the Virendra Sehwag of Indian Cricket Team. He has a devil-may-care attitude. He can achieve great heights if he sets his mind to it, but for that FB and YouTube should be prohibited in the workplace. Quite often he also spends time testing all the Gmail features. Do you know the maximum number of allowable mails in a Gmail chain mail? Well, he does!!

The Chanakya: A crafty cunt. As the name suggests he is wicked, opportunistic and capable, all at the same time. He is as dangerous as an AIDS germ that got off the slide. He is The Achiever. He is like the MSD of Indian Cricket. While Tendulkar can let his bat do all the talking, Bhajji can let his balls do all the talking and Yuvi can let his tummy do all the eating but MSD will let stupid Indian media mint all the money for him.

The Gobar-Buddhi: He is the bhola of the team. His IQ ranges between -1 and 0, just below the one-celled organisms. If he were anymore stupid, he'd have to be watered twice a week. Its people like him who, in their evaluation report get statements like: 'He set's low personal standards and then consistently fails to achieve them.' and 'Since the last appraisal cycle, this employee has reached rock bottom and has started to dig.' For this guy, in the Exp Vs Package graph, the Package worm only looks interested in the Exp worm's ass. His contribution to the team is as meaningful as a fart in a windstorm!!

The Maal : She is the only reason to come to office for some of the people (Mostly The Makkhan-Baaz) She is the one that makes every corpuscle in your dick percolate apart from your boss (Of-course for different reasons.) She can even give a pacemaker a heart attack. As expected she doesn't knows the ABCD of what's going on in the project, but gets away by wearing a push-up bra on the appraisal day. Though no-one has even touched her once, but everyone claims that she's been rogered more times than a walkie-talkie. It's because of her that employees irrespective of whether they are heading to the cafetaria or the conference room, take the route that surpasses her location, and always end up going to the rest-room, all stiff!! Every team has a minimum amount of zero and maximum amount of one such whore. The call centers are excluded from this analysis.

The Not-So-Maal: Unfortunately every team also has a minimum amount of 1 and maximum amount of 3 (If you are in Target India.) of these Maal with a NOT gate in front of them. Well she is the healer, in all sense of the word. She helps people at work and also provides a comforting cleavage sight when The Maalshoos people away. But the trouble comes when she sends you a friend request in FB. If she is already married then what could add to the misery will be her getting pregnant because then you have to take care of her as if we men never have sore nipples!!

The Manager MC: I know every manager is a MC. He might be the dick who took all your happiness away all these years but what you can't take away from him is the fact that he is the most important cog in the team wheel. You know you are in trouble when you hear words like these coming from him: 'We all are part of a big family.' which he ll be saying at the start of a meeting to convey a bad news or if he screws your appraisal then he vomits trash like 'Let's be adult about this.' or ' I really appreciate your hard work but an organization follows a pyramidal structure so not everyone can be rated the same even though everyone has worked very hard.' or ' You should take it in the right spirit.' In any case you have to hate your boss. You see, that's a universal rule. By the way, do you know that you can't be fired for calling your boss a Son of a bitch in Spain. May be its time to move to Spain!!

So which category do you belong to??

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P.S. Never under-estimate the presence of a female in your team as blood alone moves the wheels of the history, even if its in the form of discharge.

P.P.S. If you are not fitting into any of the above categories then you and me are in the same category (The one that I forgot to mention). Congrats!!

P.P.P.S. I am planning to write a post on hostel life. So do tell me the interesting incidents that happened in your hostel life.

ON BOARD KARNATAKA EXPRESS STORY

ON BOARD KARNATAKA EXPRESS STORY:

I've always been good at working long hours during the night times before I lay down on my bed. Neither my mom nor the examination fear has ever succeeded in waking me up any earlier than 8 AM!

But, 7th October, 2005 was one of the very few exceptions in my lifetime to the above made assertion since it was a special day for which I had been waiting for a long time. Yes I was leaving to Delhi to meet my parents after 1 ½ years.

I was very excited and having got up at 6 AM, to pack my bags and to do the shopping for my parents and as I had got a job with Progeon (An Infosys Company) I had to get something for my parents. I got ready by 9 AM and then headed towards the Chikpet to get saree for my mom and then to Commercial Street to get some nice kurta’s for Pitaji..! By the time I came back it was 2 pm and my train was at 6:30pm, so I got ready with my luggage and I reached Bangalore City to catch train no. 2627 Bangalore City-New Delhi Karnataka Express.

I reached the station by 6 pm and barged into the crowd that flocked around the reservation charts to know if my waiting list status has been cleared. Luckily, got a confirmed birth in A1 (Two Tier AC) compartment. It was an upper berth. A1 -3.

Karnataka Express, being one of the most prestigious trains from Bangalore is the most profit making as well. To get a confirmed ticket even by two tier AC by that train a couple of weeks before is a great deal. Finally, the red letter minute arrived when the train took off Bangalore city station at 6.30 PM. The train reached Bangalore Cantt at 6:45PM and I was at my feet to find a lonely, beautiful girl co-passenger in the upper berth opposite to that of mine. Immediately, I rushed to the door and had a glance at the reservation chart to know her name and it was "Sweet Smelling"! Yeah, her name's Khushboo Mishra, who was traveling to New Delhi.

The train took off from Bangalore Cantt at 6:50 PM and picked great momentum once it crossed Yelhenka. Me and Khushboo exchanged few glances which were turned down in a flash of moment by both of us.(Frankly speaking, first by her most of the times!).The train reached Hindupur at 8:30 PM where she broke the ice when she took the initiative to ask me which station it was. A middle-aged sardarji couple occupied the other two berths in our compartment. Soon as the train took off from Hindupur ,Khushboo and I exchanged formalities (name,occupation,family,reason for travelling, blah,blah,blah..).The train passed DHARMAVARAM JN ,ANANTAPUR and GUNTAKAL JN and we finally put a full stop to our occupational and personal gossips and had dinner.

I thought of having a nap after the train took off RAICHUR station and about one hour passed on. Suddenly, this female wakes me up and says, "Excuse me Piyush! Can you just have my purse with you; I need to go to toilet." I hid the purse by my side and slept. The train was running at a very high speed. Although one couldn't hear any sound in the AC compartment, we could feel the intensity of vibration. After another 45 minutes or so, I heard some one calling me and I took me a few seconds to realise that it was female voice and another few seconds to realise that it was Khushboo. She wanted her purse to buy coffee and I gave her, (coffee in night and @ 2pm???, God..these gals are na…). She bought a coffee for me too. So, the things started over a coffee. I felt I had nothing to do after having coffee and I simply wrapped the blanket all over my body.

I was in a sound sleep and compensating for the restlessness I had the day before the journey. I felt a sense of TOUCH on my shoulder and yearned upward to see a monster in the beautiful face of Khushboo. And everything was calmed down by her in a moment of time by saying "Good Morning Piyush!" with a charismatic smile on her face.She further went on saying," SOLAPUR JN station would arrive in another 10 minutes or so and the train would halt there for nearly 15 minutes.Lets go for a walk on the platform and check out some Haldiram's stuff for the Morning breakfast.”Haldrima’s in morning?? Gone nuts?? I said to myself… But still I never wanted to miss the oppurtinity to go for a walk with a gal…He he.. “I thought it was a good idea and refreshed myself before we both could get down the coach for a platform seeing. We purchased some Haldiram's namkeen and boarded the train.

Mr. and Mrs.Sardarji were quiet all the time watching us both giggling to some SMS,college and other jokes. It was very conspicuous that Mr Sardar sensed something fishy between us. As the train moved from SOLAPUR JN for a 2.5 hour non-stop run towards DAUND JN Jn where it would stop for loco and crew replacement, but not a commercial halt. Me and Khushboo had nice time standing near the train door watching the plateform crowd. It was a pleasant experience. Later, we were joined by few kids from the adjacent coupe and played Anthyakhsari. The sardar couple too joined us and that was when we had a formal introduction to each other.

Everything went on fine and we had a north Indian veg Lunch at 2 PM and Ahmednagar arrived at 3 PM where there was a 5 minute non-commercial halt. We both walked on the platform and got into the train once it was signaled. Everyone in the coach were busy setting their bed rolls and so was I for a afternoon nap. I was horrified to see Khushboo reading a book. I wondered where from she had got so much of energy to stay awake and disturb me all the day.

I strongly made up my mind not to go to bed before her and I went and stood near the door for some while before being objected by an RPF personnel. I went back to my birth and felt relieved to find the sleep-disturbing female sleeping. I went to bed and after some time she again woke me up and I just murmered "f**k!".She said, “Sorry for disturbing you, Piyush.I'm thirsty and my water got over. Can you lend me your water bottle?" I wondered how she could feel so thirsty in rainy season and that too in AC and gave her my water bottle to quench her THIRST!" Meanwhile, Mrs.Sardar was disturbed by the conversation and we both overheard telling her husband,"BACCHHE NAHIN SUDHAARTE!".But, Mr.Sardar replied,"TU PEHLE SUDHAAR! WOH LOG SUDHAARE TOH BACCHHE NAHIN HOTE!!".Both of us broke into silent laughter.

The train crossed KOPARGAON, MANMAD JN, JALGAON JN & BHUSAVAL JN and we reached at Itarsi @ 11pm, there we had nice dinner , and after the train moved I slept saying to myself plz god..”yeh ladki ne agar mujhe jagayaa to main iski……………..and then next morning and I got up at 5 AM and surprised to find Khushboo not present in her place. I walked towards the toilet and found her brushing her teeth near the wash basin. She said some thing with foam in her mouth and I was quick enough to grasp that she wished me a good morning. I responded with a gentle smile and wished her back. I too brushed my teeth and we both stood near the door and enjoyed the rythmic sound of the running train and the cool breeze as well. We reached Agra Cantt. at 7.45 where we had a cup of coffee in the cold climate. It was an enthralling experience.

Later,when I standing alone near the door,Mr.Sardar came to me and enquired in a curious rather friendly tone,"Aap dono,raat bhar kyaa kar rahe the? Mera shaadi ke baad pehle hafte bhi mein bera biwi se utna baat nahi kiya.Sach batao,KUCCH CHAKKAR CHALRAA KYAA?" I turned away with a blush on my face.

The was about to reach New Delhi station in another 2.5 hours and both of us had gloom over each others face that we were going to end such a memorable journey in a short while. She gave me her slam book and asked me to fill up a page in that.I didn't carry a slam book and so I gave her my dairy and asked her to write something for me in that. She secretly wrote something and asked me to open it only after reaching home in Delhi and I obliged her. The train reached New Delhi after a scheduled halt at Mathura and a non-scheduled halt at Faridabad because of which the train was late by 15 minutes. The train reached New Delhi @12:20PM and we both departed in an emotional mood.

Soon after reaching home, I opened my bag and looked into the dairy. To my surprise I found the following message,

"Dear Piyush! I not have much time to write anything in elaborate, But I just want to mention you are the person who made my Bangalore-N Delhi Journey a memorable one…!! Do keep in touch. My Number is 98xxxxxxxx.

After reaching New Delhi, I called her but her mobile was off..I guess bcoz it was on roaming… yeh ladkiyan bhi na..paisa nahin kharch saktin… and then when i reached bangaore back and tried again “This is not a valid number” Grrrr…rr……. 


I never thought that there is an added advantage in train journeys!
THANKS TO INDIAN RAILWAYS. THANKS TO 2627 (KARNATAKA EXPRESS).