One Night at 7/Friend’s Society, Kothrud

Though was 12 AM in that crimson colored heart shaped wall clock; I still prodded him, "What’s the time?" He was deeply engrossed in reading his OTS report, presentations and photo albums for the nth time like a Mills and Boons Novel. He made a face and drawled as if I have drawn him back from his sweetest dreams, " What’s hell with the Time? Are you expecting your non-existent Girl Friend to pick you up for a long drive on her Scooty and then take you to her room for a late night hard strong coffee. Stop bugging with your day-dreaming at least at nights." No ,Idiot ! Its time for Midnight Hot in FTV. I don’t want to miss any of those vital stats"; I was savagely pushing the buttons of that poor remote till FTV with its ultra thin models finally flashed on the TV screen. Now, his eyes were also glued to TV screen. " Its time we should get married." he was smacking his dry lips after feasting his eyes on the bikni-clad models cavorting in blue ocean waters. "Not a bad idea. But are you prepared for the final go?" I popped up the ultimate question. " On the contrary, I am raring to go for quite some times. The more you practice and prepare for it, the more you find yourself down the drains. And Mentally- There is no use. Mind is the first casualty after the marriage." he was at his philosophical best. " Awesome! You are quite a revelation today. I didn’t expect you having such deep insights." I was mesmerized with his reflections. " That means that you have decided on the girl." I made my final assault.
He smiled and said," Not particularly on anyone. But decided on the broad specifications- fair, tall, slim, slender, sharp featured, smart, long black hairs, well groomed, Preferably MBA but not imposing, working and above all, she should have blue eyes." I was totally dumb with his audacity of such a long distance flight of fantasies. Somehow I gulped that lump in my throat and shouted at him, " F@#$%^ and Where will you order such a customized girl for yourself ? In Jhumritillayya , Pachammba or Timbaktoo ?. You do one thing. Sit down here and select one of these super models and send a post card to them saying, A suitable and successfully virgin boy At post-Pachammba, Dist-Giridh, State –Jharkhand , Convent educated, BCOM, PGDRM , Scale II Government Bank Manager is interested in Marrying you without dowry. No caste, age or marital status bar." I left him with those Supermodels and OTS Report. I didn’t heard him but he was still saying, " Why the hell I feel that I know one like this." I didn’t know since how long he rummaged through his old albums all night in his PC.

Ramsetu .. building blocks

Wasn't BJP looking for a Sanjeevani to tide over their dwindling fortunes in the recent times? The worst ever debacle in UP assembley elections, dog fight in different state units, beleagured leadership and race among the allies to leave it in the lurch: the signs in the wall were getting only louder and clearer for BJP to find a way out of the quagmire of isolation,fatigue and total cluelessness. And like always, "Ramnam" has only come to rescue .The Ram Setu is slowly becoming another battle field for the BJP to find its lost ground. Timimg couldn't have been more perfect when left had badly jolted the UPA led government and larm bells of an early elections have benn sounnded. The policies of NDA and subsequent UPA government has made one thing clear that two national parties donot have much difference in their political-economic outlook except the issue of secularism. Acutally, this has confounded the average voter whom to choose among the two. Rouse the pouplar sentiment- BJP has mastered thsi mantra our our vote based politics astutely in last one and haf decade to its favour. No wonders, the shyness of BJP in recent times to shout"jai shri Ram" has suddenly vanished and we are again hearing the old war horses of BJP to talk about teh hurt Hindu pride on the UPA Government questioning the existence of Lord Rama. But, lot of water has flown in river Saryu all these years after the blood bath of Ram janbhumi Movement and Babri Mosque Demolition . An average Indian, be it Hindu and Muslim has only become smarter to differentiate between the good, bad and worst kind of politics by our powers that be.
So, be it man made or naturally born, the ADAM'S BRIDGE cannot be made to divide the India again . Like its name. it should only connect the people like the provebial Ramsetu- there can't be a better tribute than this to Lord Rama.

Once in a Morning...

I was lying flat on my bed, eagle handed, eyes wide open and those usually roving pupils fixed at the overhead ceiling fan; which was ratting the deafening silence sweeping my mind rather than giving any comfort of fresh air. Even, every sinew and nerve were wrenching and repulsing as if not ready to bring my body and soul out of that stupor. There was neither a feeling nor sensation of being alive like I was floating lifelessly in the vacuum. Time has also ceased to move beyond that moment. I could only feel myself becoming part of the unanimated expanses of that closed room. Is this merely the hangover of a Sunday morning or complete showdown by the soul and body from the mundane rigmarole of daily rut. It was now almost like a trance that has engulfed me, taking me away from all the worldly pleasures or sufferings. I was yielding my sub conscious into that death-like comatose without any resistance, slowly everything including me was turning in unison into a melting pot. There was so much chaos all round that moment and a split second everything appeared to fall into their rightful places. Silence has become more reassuring now.
Out of that serene silence inside my sub conscious, I was feeling a sudden swirl of energy rushing through my withered nerves, springing them into a blissful life. Have the dark clouds have blown over and Sun has risen to fill the night like black void inside my room with its warmth, light and freshness. I just closed my eyes to savor that ecstasy, reverberating with new vigor. I did not know when I again fell into a child like slumber. Believe me, it was the best Wake up Call, I had ever had.