There's magic at sea in Mumbai...

26th July 2005 - - part 3

(Late post. Sorry folks, office is killing me! & on top of all that, they blocked blogger! ARGH! :| :|)

Read Part 1 & Part 2 first.

Imagine being surrounded by a complete blanket of darkness around you. Add to that, walking/trying-to-keep-your-self-from-drowning in water. Not to mention a middle-aged lady who was... suprisingly fast! I mean dude, you are in water. you are in the dark. & hello? you are like 35!! How can you move that quick???!!!!


So, the situation looked grim. It was like you get halfway through something and then you have the "Uh-oh" moment. We were as far away from Linking Road & from S.V.Road & suddenly it didnt look like a escape route anymore! The water for some reason was rising alarmingly fast, the lady seemed to be getting taller & hop-skipping to safer places. Bhavik was getting scared at how chest high water for the guys meant a literal visarjan for the tiny me *gulp*. Nik looked tense for the first time during the night, we were holding hands really tightly so that we dont lose anyone. Bhavik suggested that they should carry me. My expression was the precise equivalent of "???!!!!" After some delibration the idea was dropped because the water was overpowering whatever we would do anyway. It was safer to hold hands. I distinctly remember slipping once and almost drowning, with my poor heart in my mouth, thrashing around in the water that a freaking eel! After what seemed like forever, we finally noticed that the water seemed calmer (apparently the earlier rushing water was due to some pipe burst + rain + road slope) and seemed to be going down. Finally reached S.V.Road, where the water was indeed lower and thats when Rupesh says, "Erm.. guys.. where is that lady?". We look around & there are very few people around us, and we exchange looks of "wtf happened to her???!!!" Bhavik swore she was ahead of us when we stumbled upon S.V.Road & right now there was no lady in sight...

26th July 2005 - - part 2

Read Part 1 here.

Four people. Two umbrellas. I was mentally doing a jig, wonder if everyone could hear it. I mean come on!!!! Anyone who stays here in Mumbai knows how romantic the rains are - its grey and windy and there is this slight chill in the air that feels quite nice. I am really short (barely 5 2") and I was walking on the divider, one hand over Nik's shoulder, hunched up under the umbrella. The water was rising, though it was just drizzling.. Our other two friends (Bhavik & Rupesh) were walking behind us, discussing Mechanics - I.(?!)

That month, there was this new newspaper that was breaking into the largely monopolized market of TOI - DNA (haven't heard of that since then actually :P but they did come with a bang..) They had this survey thing, where people wearing boring blue shirts caught you at bustops and stations, asking "Kya aapke paas saath minute hai?". There we were soaking wet, given up on the umbrella, walking with a crowd of people, and Nik, very well known for this stupid PJ's says, "Yeh loh mujhe maarenge na, if I ask them, kya aapke paas saath minute hai?". "If you don't shut up, main tujhe maroongi" I say, giggling nevertheless :P

26th July 2005 - - part I

Its been five whole years, and yet when I think of it, it makes me smile for some strange reason. Almost everyone I know has a '26th July Story', I do too, and no, its not  something extraordinary.. Its something that happened to a lot of people, that walk back home.. For me, it is one of the awesomest, thrilling times I have ever had., simply because Im sure no other city other than Mumbai would have given me such an experience.... So what happened? Read on... :)
 

26th July 2005'.. 

Just after lunch break, it starts to rain. It isnt pouring, its drizzling steadily, fat drops of water... exactly how I like it. Its starting to get chilly, and my socks feel so warm in my brand new shoes. Its that shade of grey that I really really like outside, but unfortunately I have a book that I really really hate in front of me. Applied Physics - I. Nothing that can ACTUALLY BE applied in real life anyway. Looking up, I watch the teacher drone on about Gauss's Theorem and start to zone off. Mom calls and the vibration thats as good as a ringtone, brings me back to the present. I put it on silent and throw it into my bag. Turn back, bleary eyed, to "...the volume total of all sinks and sources, the volume integral of the divergence, is equal to the net flow across the volume's boundary ..."

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To Kill A Mockingbird.

So I have been off-blogging for quite some time now - various reasons, but mostly because  I  have no time and this book review has been pending for a couple of months. I started to write this when I finished reading the book just as Mumbai was biding a barely-concealed happy farewell to the summer. Reading books while on my way to work is fast becoming one of my favorite things! :) Its been a while since I read something that moved me - made me happy, amused, sad and angry - all within the confines of some odd 300 pages. And this one was, to say the very least - a brilliantly written, well deserving 1961 Pulitzer Prize winning masterpiece - and it went right up my favorites list.

Conversations

"I want to get wet! I want to get wet!"

Then she giggles as I grab her hand and pull her into the rick. Comes close to me and nuzzles against my neck. Kisses me. Looks outside at the pouring rain again and starts grinning like a kid. Sticks her head outside the rickshaw as if there's something wondrous outside. Collects rainwater in her tiny hands and splashes water on me. The same kiddish playful smile writ large across her face. Then remembers that she's tired and settles back with her head on my shoulder, melting in my arms, letting me comfort her. 

Asks me what does that look on my face mean. It's a look of wonder and amazement, a look of "this woman swept her way into my life, captivated my heart, colonized my thoughts, how on earth did all these wonderful things happen to me", a look of trying to take in the pure joy of being there next to her and watching her smile and be happy and enjoy life. It's a look of "God, I love her so so much". And somewhere behind it is the permanent feeling of guilt and self-loathing for the tears I made her cry. I only smile. Pull her closer into my arms.

I love her so very much.

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"Come back inside, you will fall sick"

That half amused, half worried look on his face when he tries unsuccessfully to pull me back into the rick. Watching me with a look I cant decipher, maybe its wonder, maybe its amusement, maybe it is something else. Feels I am cold and pulls me into his strong arms, warming me in an instant, making me feel safe and protected in an instant. Removes the strands of my wet hair so gently as if I was made of porcelain, kisses me so soft and so tender like it was a fairytale. Feels the passion building up and pulls me closer by the waist, his warm hands branding my bare skin, every touch telling me I am only his. Kisses me the way a man is supposed to kiss his woman. Leaving me breathless, lost and unaware of anyone, anything but the touch of him, the smell of him, the feeling of his lips on mine. Wraps me in that big hug, and pulls me closer to his chest, so close that I can feel his heartbeat beating in sync with mine. Looking up back at him, and he still has that look, that one look I don't understand.. but it doesn't matter, because those dimples deepen and it fills me up with so much happiness, that I made him smile, I made him happy after a long day at work.

Smile at him and think, he is the reason why everything happened to me before. Everything was planned, orchestrated perfectly by someone, some entity, just so I could end up with him. And that is enough for me to kiss him back and lose myself to him. All over again.

I love him much more than I will ever be able to put in words.

~Annie.

P.S: There is no cure for hopeless romantics... Sigh.

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Jerks A-Plenty here! :D

So, just another weekend for me, otherwise known as Missy Meoww to the junta on FaceBook…  Infact, no let me alter that, I was rather sick all week, and what follows here was the only entertainment I had that nicely rounded off a week of boring monotony. So people, give it up for classic example of Im-a-little-boy-who-doesn’t-want-to-grow-up-aka-I’m-a-jerk… *drumroll* :D

Between Arjit Srivastava and You

Missy Meoww May 21 at 7:15pm
do i know u?

[I don’t add people who don’t even bother saying so much as a “Hi” before shooting off that request. Period.]

Arjit Srivastava May 21 at 9:44pm Report
No. What now, huh?

[First thought “Um, creep alert maybe?”... But ok, fair chance, maybe this is some new technique to add people… *blank look*]

Missy Meoww May 22 at 8:04am
er..?


Arjit Srivastava May 22 at 8:11am Report
Er, what?

[Nope sir, creep alert definitely!]

Missy Meoww May 22 at 8:37pm
Excuse me kid, may I remind you that you are the one who added me. :)


Arjit Srivastava May 22 at 9:30pm Report

Kid? Oh, excuse me, aunty... I just wanted to tell you that I liked your blog. But, I guess I've been interacting with someone who is actually retarded to get her basics right. Anyway, you may reject the request, as if I care! Liked your simple blog posts.

[Ok what? No seriously? Wow this IS some new technique!]



Missy Meoww May 22 at 10:09pm

There is a better way than randomly adding people you know? and scroll up and see your "No. What now huh?" hardly sounds mature! (creepy if I may add) if you had anything to say at all, a simple one liner would be better than appearing like one of the random requests on internet right? That would make you sound more like a thoughtful blogger and less like a kid, who infact hasn't got HIS basics right. well but that's just my opinion. Welcome to have your own :)

Arjit Srivastava May 22 at 10:18pm Report

Someone with their profile name as "Missy Meoww" and a stupid cartoon DP is talking about maturity level? Grow up, kid. I fucking don't blog for you. And I don't care if you've some serious problem with your basics! AND RANDOM? Bwahahahaha! =)) No one is "random." Nothing is "random." It's a word you use when you're too stupid to think of other words to describe. Random is a moronic word and the people who use it should die of the plague. You (hell, everyone) should read more so you'll have better adjectives than "random." :)

Have a great night.

[Wow. Issues. BIGTIME.]

Missy Meoww May 22 at 10:30pm

Ugh. and you think using profanities makes you sound mature? wow. If THAT is how you see maturity level, then seriously, you have issues. and btw, my profile name and my DP has been the same even when you added me... Temporary slip on your "basics" then eh? Lets not even talk about how much I read, because judging by your vocabulary or lack of it rather, I think I'm doing way better. Go rant elsewhere kid, I aint got no time for whiney prats like yourself.

[Starting to realize why FaceBook provides a "Report" button..]

Arjit Srivastava May 22 at 10:34pm Report
I hate to end it this way - but, I am sorry. Also, I am sorry for my vocabulary - Fuck off, dear asshole. You're done! :)


["You're done"?... matlab kya? "Im done with you" samjha "You are done with me" bhi samjha... "You're done" kya hota hai???!!! who the heck says that!!! 

Howling with laughter at the sheer stupidity of the guy...was so busy laughing, forgot to ask him what he meant by the grand closing line :P]

I have deliberately not blanked out the guys name, one because I have no idea if he really blogs(?), its a pity if he actually does, and two because nothing is more pitiable than a guy who doesn’t know how to talk to women. I mean honestly dude, what are you like FIVE?!

What did I understand out of this amusing although time-consuming exercise? It was that..

"Some men are living proof that women can take a joke!"

Quite some entertaining weekend I had eh? So how was yours? :)

~Annie.
P.S: Girls, we all know what we should do with jerks right? *evil grin*
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Er.. Um.. OK! :)

"I miss you more than I miss internet. And I feel like a fish out of water when there is no internet! :( *end of stupid but hopefully sweet metaphor* "


.. a very geeky miss you message for a geeky girl, eh?


*amused smile*


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A Mask.

She wears a mask

Bright yellow sunshine smiles and laughter

Everyday

Tough girl who will never cry

As strong on the outside

As weak on the inside.

She is the master actress

Hiding bruises and cuts

Bitterness and regret

A beautiful mask of pretense

Smartly makeup-ed

Leaving nothing to be seen by the people of the world

A mask she proudly wears

Wont let anyone see through the act

Scared and lost though she will never show

Just a girl at the end of the day

In the hope that

Somewhere her soul is still alive

Close to sharing her soul with him

But stopped short, because

Wont ever reveal all of her to anyone ever

Not even while in that one pair of strong arms

He doesn't know, She keeps a secret

That there

In his arms

Her mask falls away.

~ Annie. 

P.S: For you.

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Hey you..

I am a writer.. Its supposed to be easy for me to put my thoughts into words. It should be easy for me to tell you how much you mean to me. What you make me feel...

But I cant. ... Maybe someday.. Someday I will overcome my own doubts and I will find the courage to tell you... 

Instead I borrow words from one of the most amazing writers I have ever come across, even though most people think of him as just a musician...

"Continue to love me..

never misjudge the most faithful heart of your beloved.. 

Ever thine.. 

Ever mine.. 

Ever ours. "

(Ludwig van Beethoven) 

~Annie.

P.S: Picture by moi. Cute na? :)
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