Bling Bling $$ Zircon etc..

Welcome sir..-The bouncer stamped on my wriest and said.
Thank u so much dude- I entered the Zircon lounge with Sim.
Three girls crossed giggling with glasses of cocktails. I took a table and ordered a large peg of chives regal whisky for me and a mohito cocktail for her.
The Dj was playing some club psychedelic songs and every one was enjoying in the floor. The smell of cigarette smokes and different perfumes, Neon lights were blinking everywhere, Most of the guys were in formals and semi formals, and about girls you might have already made some pictures in your mind.
I don’t like this kinna music, neither hip-hop. I like Pink Floyd nos, Deep Purple, some Metallica nos. or that kinna rock music, but Sim was enjoying the music. She was wearing a new trendy top, a carrot cut pair of jeans, a nice flat sandal and some accessories on neck and hands and was looking be-u-ti-fool. I was slowly sipping at my glass, Sim busy in messaging with her mobile.
I finally got a gf..I won the rat race of having a girl friend. Now a day if you don’t have a gf, appah they behave as if you are a criminal, you are a fan of Rakhi Sawant or Himesh Reshammiya.

I didn’t know it was my love, affection or something else,According to my cook(he is a die hard fan of Himesh)”bhaiyya aap Himesh ji ke gaane suniye”. These songs help a lot people to remember their love.
Tab mera ek hi answer hota hain “abbe tu chup kar, mujhe teri bishesh tippani ki jaroorat nahi” so the thing is that meri dil ki ghanti tab tak baji nahi thi himesh ji ke tune mein(thank god!!).

My padhoshi Balasubramanium Gurukkal Ponnuswamy was also pized off. One day he came to me and said “Hi da,you don’t sleep whole nightaa?? Because of your music and light I can’t sleep whole night, do something da”
.I merely replied ‘ I am sorry Balu,I make sure it will not happen again”
“One more request to you da, Please don’t throw cigarettes buds to my compound, it is very hard to clean everyday, and could you drop me to Ayyappa temple, I gave my car for servicing”
So I had to assured him that this thing will not happen again and dropped him to the temple.
I think something was there for her in my heart but I was not sure that it was love or something else. We met just a month back through friends and we were dating regularly, almost everyday we were going to pub or club. (Thanks to my credit card)
Hey I am coming from Rest room- she stood up and said.
Yah ok carry on.
Zircon was packed that day.. Waiters were very busy with serving.
Its been a hour Sim was not coming back. so I called up her and strangely she cut the phone.5-6 times I tried, she was not picking up the phone. I smelled something was going terribly wrong . So, I started searching in the lounge. One of waiters told me he had seen her going out with a guy. I was shocked; I did not understand what was happening.
I called her close friend and came to know that she already had a boyfriend,he came down from Delhi, he found her in that lounge and he took her along.
I discovered my self alone in front of Zircon, last 2 hours passed like a rocket. Party was over at zircon at that time. it was only me who got in with a girl and came out alone. I lit a cigarette and took an auto.
.....O sathi re tere bina bhi kya jeena……tere bina bhi kya jeena..
Arre ye teri background music bandh kar- I shouted at the rickshawallah.
Thik hai bhaiyya-He was not ready for that, he slowly said and turned off the FM..

The Lady Bean..

On a Friday afternoon I reached home after office with a very happy mood.. Happy coz no need to go to office for the next two days, and one more reason was there for my that happy kinda mood.. Guess what?? date?? yeah.. date but this time with my sis for a dinner as she was leaving Bangalore, she got admission in Delhi school of Economics.. Now let me tell you one thing, She was a real debacle,I was praying for the delhiwallos ,those who gonna-be-the-victims of that "The lady Bean"( woh Mr. Bean hai na uska female version, note: kindly ignore this information who knows Mr. Bean.).She did enough for Bangaloreans so it's now time for the Delhites to avail.

Those days I was hanging between my Workplace and my bed like deepika Padokone and media diz days, things in my room had already declared me as a Goonga Mokkel .I was really unable to remember when was the last time I had been for a nice decent dinner starts with wine and ends with dessert or freaking out to a pub and boozed like anything. I was unknowingly generating Clairvoyance of staying on the other bank of the river.

WHY?? NO GF?? No guys there was no girl friend around those days.. Ek din toh Tarzan movie dekh ke gussa aagaya.. abbe ye @#$% tarzan jungle mein rehke bhi usko girlfriend mil jati hain..
I was really stucked in a core situation. After hearing that going-out thing mera toh khushi ke mare phule nahi sama raha tha..
I checked my watch ,One more hour to go. I was getting ready for that evening. I switched on my Ipod and went to kitchen for a cup of coffee.

She came home and came to find me in the kitchen, shaking frantically with what looked like a wire running from my waist towards the electric kettle. Intending to jolt me away from the deadly current she whacked me with a handy plank of wood by the back door, breaking my arm in two places. Until that moment I had been happily listening to my Ipod.

HAMARA BAJAJ

It was a Sunday morning. I finally made mood to clean my scooter. I was really pissed off with my bajaj 150.All my friends come to college on Yamaha, Suzuki bikes aur mere naseeb mein yeh khatara bajaj. I got a bucket of water and started cleaning..

Mile sur mera tumhara..toh sur bane hamara..sur ki nadiya har disha se...

After a long time I was hearing that song, when we were in 6th or 7th standard it was the daily sweet dish from Doordarshan. The relation between this song and doordarshan was like Himesh Reshammiya and his topi. Duniya kaha se kaha pohoch gaya aur I am still on bajaj scooter.I had a belief that scooter is made for only pitaji ,mamaji, chachaji type of people, even girls don't like scooters. Because of that scooter I used to feel like Mr. Bean in front of Hrishita..yeah Hrishita..she was my padhosan those days. We were in the same college. She used to go to the college by rickshaw or sometimes by walking.. I have been seeing her everyday. I could have given her a lift to college everyday but because Mr. Bean's feeling which never allowed me to do that ..Everyday I used to cook some plans to talk with her but few seconds to the climax everything fails.

uff..kuch to karna padega.. Tomorrow Monday I will approach her and will offer her a lift to college. Yeah I will do that. Yes... I have to do that.

I finished up cleaning and went to take bath.

In the Afternoon I thought of going out, I started my scooter, I was really impressed with the cleaning of my scooter(as i wiped a wet cloth on it after couple of months)it was nicely cleaned.

I have seen a girl on the road…hey she was Hrishita. she turned around and found me just in front of herself.
Now what to do- I asked myself..arre ye film to kal release hone wali thi.

Hi Hrishita..you want lift?? - I was unable to stop my mouth.
yah..if you can- she merely replied.

Oh that was one of the euphoric moments in my life when she was sitting on my scooter. I felt I am riding a white horse with a beautiful princess.. Like shrek.. no no not like shrek. I came to the reality.
She was quietly sitting.
Where you want me to drop?? -I broke the silence.
Suddenly I saw a pothole just in front of the scooter. I pressed the break and the scooter got skirted... She flied and landed in a garbage bin.
From that day itself, ........till date my status is SINGLE.
And that bajaj is still with me like the jewelaries of BAPPI da.

My first date !!

I finally got 3days chutti from my workplace. I was happy after a long time I was getting hols..hols?? yeah this is the college going new generation's language...SMS ka Zamana hai bhai you should know the meanings of gtg, gn n tc, ifo, btw, temme, lemme, cya,.. If you don't use this type of lang (language)..appaah.. You are sooo middle class, you are a outdated product which still exist in the market like Himesh Reshammiya's self singing songs for some kind of really interesting people..

My wardrobe, computer cum TV, bed all got shocked on that day...asking What he is doing at home this time. Wardrobe was looking at me strangely "Abe naukri se nikal diya kya??", TV was a bit rude" Abe college se bunk marne ki aadat nahi gayi ab tak??" bed was scared "Aaj yeah pura din para rahega mere upar" usually weekends I do that only. Weekdays at day time they had never seen me in the room..

I was happy for one more reason, I am going for a date in the evening ...haan date.."Ek ladka ek ladki se kahi restaurent,cofee shop ya phir park mein mile toh usko english mein date bolte hain"(this information is for those people who don’t know the meaning of date, baki sab toh smart people knows what is date and what happens in the date)..It was not a blind date as we saw each other's pictures in orkut website (which is banned in our office now) It was a first date for me in my life so I was a bit anxious to know what happens in a date. Time was fixed at 6.30 at Barista. This is my favorite place, We friends were used to hang out at Barista all day long when we were in college, even when I felt lonely I used to go there.

At 5 o'clock I got ready for the date..I put on my favorite dress sprayed my favorite perfume. The things in my room were shocked again after a long time they had seen me grooming like that. It was like the special effects shows in typical Star plus, zee TV serials. I heard a message alert on my mobile, usually no one message me apart from banks for credit cards or personnel loan or from the clubs for membership. I checked oh she was messaging I read "hey Hansie pliz dont feel bad 2day i hav2 go 2 my unclez plc, v wil meet sm otha day"
Now what to do?? I asked myself. Chalo wo nahi aayi toh kiya hua barista mein akela baithne ka bhi maza hain". I took my khatara Kinetic Honda and went for barista.

"One large capp without cream"- I gave 100 rupees at the barista counter and said
"Ok sir please be seated we will call your name" He had asked my name and said.

I went to lobby for a table.. I saw a girl in front of me who was trying to hide her face from me.. Hey this is the same girl but the guy does not look like her uncle. The facial expression of the girl was like she eliminated herself from Indian Idol's gala round.
After 5 minutes she moved out from there and I lost in retrospective moments.

my jacket

Chiti kudi sir!
one KR puram- I gave him 10 rupees and said. The conductor was sober... Actually I found him sober because he didn't ask me back "Enno??,Dus rupaya mein tereko pura KR puram chahiye??.
uff the traffic in bangalore is increasing day by day like Himesh Reshamiya's emotional songs. You have to face, you just can’t ignore as all the channels into a unspoken competition to play his songs You are just a helpless spectator..
After standing a long 5 minutes I finally got a seat when the bus halted at a stop...I put my jacket off and kept on my lap...aah what a relax. .The traffic inside the bus and outside the bus was awesome.. Thank god now I can go aaram se till KR Puram..
A small girl age of 3-4 years was standing near to me with her mother. Both were well dressed, Girl was so cute and she has smiling eyes. I gave her a nice half open smile and looked outside of the bus. I have a very bad(?) habit of reading sign boards when I travel in a bus or car, where I am not driving.
“Excuse me baya (bhaiya) “ her mother said with a big colgate smile.
Yes – I said with an attitude that I can’t leave the seat for you now.
“choti bachhi ko asthama hee(hain) baya..manje maloom whitefield mein accha doctor rehti so(rehta hain),bachhi ko waha tak godi mein bethaleko baya” she merely said in a Shivaji Nagar accent.
I showed I have a bag and a jacket.. How can I…….
“Kya bi ni hota,bag aur jacket manje de dalo”
I gave my bag and the jacket to her and “ bachhi ko bethaliya sath mein.”
After some time she got a seat in the third row from my seat.. I was not having any problem with the little girl so I did not tell anything to her mother.
Uff another half an hour to reach KR puram.. Crowd was still same in bus arre channe ke tarah pakk gaya hu yarr..ye log kab utrenge???
“Whitefield whitefield” the bus conductor loaded his voice.
Most of the crowd got down at whitefield stoppage..but where is she??? I could not found that lady inside the bus. I was scared...then a huge lady who was seating near to the most wanted lady at that time for me came to me and said “thanks appa,has she irritated you?”
Magu navu illi iliona......( come child we will get down here).She pulled her child from my lap.

I was speechless just wondering why this lady telling thank you and asking the girl to come with her. I could not make out what exactly was happening.
“we will get down here, that lady was so sweet the place was very congested where I was seated she only came to me and helped me”
She said very confidently and got down from the bus.