Problems (may not be!) with the single guys..!

Well, after reading my blogs one of my stud friends called and asked me to meet. No doubt he was getting roasted like me at his place. I welcomed his call and got ready to meet him.
'Hey, hi, lover boy,' the voice reached my ears as I picked the call.


'Hi, what did you do in the last fifteen days?' the question i was asking almost all of my when friends.
'Getting roasted,' he said adding some abusing words. Yes, guys in our group can't talk without abusing each other and even non loving things are abused in my group.
'Same,' i said.
'You liar, I've read your blog, you would have roamed a lot with Tanya,' he said.
'Nope, we are just friends and she can't come out during vacations,' I said.
'Shut up, you ass, your blog says a lot about her and how much she loves you,' he uttered and I asked him to change the topic and decide the place and time to meet. All the studs (all singles!) of my group were invited except super stud who went to Goa.


Pawan was waiting since half an hour because my aunty (land lady) had locked me inside my flat. She uses to lock me inside my flat everyday. Locking a person inside a house (on other floor) insures safety?
After reaching Pitampura where he was waiting for me in his car for the last forty minutes welcomed me with the usual abuses. I said sorry and started describing about my aunty, door, gate and locks but I stopped because it was useless.


'Where are Verma and Khurana?' I asked.
'They would be reaching Ranouri within few minutes,' he answered.
'Where are we going by the way?' i asked.
'Khurana will decide,'
'The ass would decide only one place and that's Bangle sahib,' i said.
'Yeah, probably because whenever we asked him to decide, he chosen only one place all the time, that makes him feel the feeling of Mini Chhopra there,' he said.
'Hehehehe,' we laughed.


We reached Rajouri and parked the car in front of Shopper stop (where we hardly shop) and rushed to Lifestyle mall where Verma and Khurana were waiting. After wasting time for more than half an hour we reached at the conclusion to roam and enjoy some chicken ( without expensive onion) there in Rajouri so we started moving towards the parking area and loaded our asses in the car. Verma sat on the front seat threating me and Khurana not to sit there and that seat is made for him only. I was the last to take my sit because i knew the custom of my group.


'Sir, paise?' the parking guy asked Pawan and he started slowing down the speed.
'Bye bhaiya, next time for sure,' i said waving hand to the parking guy and suggesting Pawan to drive fast so that he couldn't catch us if ran very fast. I don't know why did i ask him to do so because i like poor and has love for them in my heart but we would have been fighting among us for the parking fee. This might be the reason.


'Wow, look at the girl, buddy, she is amazing,' Verma said scanning the passing by girls when our car was moving across the life style mall.
'Girls look better here,' Khurana said.
'Yeah, they come here by making make ups and all so they look beautiful,' Pawan said.
'To make a girl charming, you've to nothing but to get her hair rebounded and put nice clothes on her body,' Pawan continued. Analysis of the real beauty and of course the suggestions for young lady had been started by our three stud friends.


'Only punjaban girls come here, and they look dashing, her pink skin, her fair height, her bulky b**bs, her tight thighs......,' Khurana interrupted with his views. Verma continued scanning the girls and describing the best part of the girls's bodies. I missed the super stud, Savlani there because he analyses the girls best and when he starts giving descriptions about the charming girls (not all girls!) then we all four have no other options except nodding our heads, as if he is the creator of beauty.
'Oh my good, look at her, i need a girl like her,' pawan uttered.
'Leave her, look at that girl,' Verma said.


'Stop, stop, stop,' verma said and the car stopped.
'Don't stop, that parking guy would be running behind us for his parking fee,' i said looking backward checking whether that parking guy was running behind us or not.
'Wow, he is not coming,' i said reliving myself, as if he would have thought only me as responsible to cheat him.
'Look at that girl, Verma started saying running towards the front side of the Lifestyle mall.
'What happened to him?' i asked adjusting my jacket that slip up over my jeans waist after sitting.
'Look there,' Pawan said pointing his index finger towards the Bunjee jumping.


We reached and joined Verma near the left corner of the lifestyle mall where had already arrived and was looking towards the Bunjee jumping getting completely lost in that, as if he would have seen god or some alien type creature there.
Yes, it was not the fault of Verma, it was the fault (may or may not be) of the staffs of Bunjee jumping who had loaded it with a girl in twenties. And it's rare to see the girls of such age getting tied in that.
Verma started scanning her nicely giving description of each and every part of body. He was lost in his job of x-raying the girl and describing her to us, as if we were blinds and have only ears to hear her voice.


'Hey, control yourself, aunty is gazing at you and she may be listening to you,' Khuarna said pointing his eyes towards one anty (standing with a huge uncle). Verma hardly listened to him and continued with his philosophy about the girls and of course about that bunjee jumping girl.

Well, he started from the front part of that girl that was just above her stomach and was coming out due to tying of  the bunjee stuff. He continued expressing his feeling from top to bottom taking some break at the point below her waist. He did orgasm with her right there in front of so many people "orally", few of the standing studs concentrated there ears towards Verma and enjoyed his words giving smiles. Few of the uncles and anuties started shifting their places away from Verma (us, better say!). He sucked her b***s, he leaked her lips, tongues, tummy, thighs, and of course the part below her waist. Most of the girls (may be her friends, i don't know) that were shouting a lot seeing the jumps of that girl had started giving us ugly look after showing their interests( in us!) initially. Finally he finished orgasm! (orally!)




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PARTY, FIGHT & the girls @ fare price....Cont...!!

Our car was crossing another parking area near roadside of the Vasant vihar market showrooms’ area slowly then Nakul asked Ankit to stop the car suddenly pointing his index finger towards a new shining Audi standing on the other side of the road.

‘Wow, nice car, I said looking towards the shining car wishing as if it would be mine for a night at least! Dreaming, as if I got the steering in my hands.

‘Yeah, I know, nice car, huh,’ Nakul uttered looking towards the Audi.

‘Listen to me, I’ll decide the rate, okay!’ Nakul said to Ankit.

‘She seems Indian,’ Ankit said.

‘Yeah, I know, she is for you, drive nearer to her,’ Nakul directed Ankit and I saw Ankit confused over whatever Nakul was saying.

Yes, they were not talking about the shining Audi car but the girl looking like a model in black jacket and blue jeans holding a black handbag was their core of interest. Our car arrived nearer to her and I was sitting quiet looking at her. She was standing near the roadside, as if she was waiting for her car. She was making an expression as if she was the busiest girl in whole Delhi at this hour. She was looking at her wrist watch time and again, as if she was getting late. Her figure was amazing, her open hair were flying adding to her beauty when any of the car was crossing the road in front of her. She was looking like a model and it’s not a big deal to see models here in south Delhi. 

‘May be she would be waiting for a lift, it’s late enough, let us offer a lift and drop at her place, Delhi is no more safe for women these days especially at night,’ I said to Ankit but he was busy in discussing something with Nakul that seemed to be secret.

‘Will you keep your mouth shut?’ Nakul asked me showing his eyes, as if I committed a big mistake by asking them to drop her to her home. After all she was young and beautiful and there was not any loss in helping such a fabulous girl.

After few minutes Ankit started moving the car nearer and nearer to the model like beautiful girl.

‘Hey, are you Aisha?’ Nakul asked the girl lowering down the window glass of the back seat.

‘Yeah, you are Amit, right?’ the girl asked, as if both are good friends of each other since.

‘What?’ I muttered suddenly.

‘Sshhhhhh…..,’ Ankit said keeping his index finger of his right hand over his mouth.

Yes, I heard Nakul talking to someone on phone some time ago, whom he told his name Amit, new name that I had never heard before even as his pet name at his home. I didn’t understand why did he change his name and Ankit asked me not to utter even a single word there so I was sitting quiet looking at the girl keeping my eye balls right  and focusing my ears to the conversation. They were talking about any deal.

‘Tell what type of girl do you want?’ she flashed this question and I understood everything clearly what they were talking about.

‘What type of girls do you have?’ Nakul, oh, Amit for that moment asked and I and Ankit kept quiet.

‘Sir, it depends on the customers, some prefer Indian, north Indian white girls,’ she corrected. Some prefers non-Indian girls like Nepali girls, Afghanis, Russia………and the listed continued.

‘Okay, what’s the rate of the Russian lady?’ Nakul, Amit better say! asked.

‘15000 bucks,’ the girl answered without any delay, as if she was waiting for him to utter the Russian.

‘Okay, what about the payment?’ he asked.

‘I mean whom to pay and where?’ he continued.

‘You’ve to pay one guy only, who will accompany the girl to your car. Aisha was in hurry, as if she had to leave the place as soon as possible, so she was talking very fast and our Nakul was pacing with her speed, as if he was one of her regular customer.

After finalizing the deal she called someone named Raja asked him to reach near the following pavement few meters away.

‘The girl is coming within few minutes, be ready with your cash,’ she said.

‘I’ve heard that you give discount,’ Nakul asked.

‘Yeah, we do but discounts are on older Indian ladies who are rarer in demand,’

‘Okay, 15000 bucks is for whole night no?’ he asked.

‘Nope, that’s for few hours only,’

‘I want her to take to my place,’

‘Your wish, but car is better option,’

‘Okay, but we are two,’

‘Okay, fine, but……………..

‘What but?’ he asked.

[ a lot of incidents took place there after getting the girl because she was not a Russian but the deal was............]


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PARTY, FIGHT & the girls @ fare price...!!

Snowfall can be seen everyday in the hilly states of northern India as news channels say. And they are the best places for the Delhites to hang around because these states are the neighbors of Delhi so it takes 5 to 6 hours to reach there and enjoy snowfall. Being honest I can say the persons like me whose wallet don’t allow them to enjoy the vacations in south most states or the non-Indian subcontinents.  Thanks to IP University that is remaining closed for few more days because the mercury felt down few days back and it could be the worst for us to college daily in such weather like last year. But it’s okay type weather now and we can discover some new places in north India.

Thanks to my stud friends who are friends in college only and make plans on the very last day of every even semester exams but fail to recognize their plans just after the last day exam. And of course Tanya, my sweet heart friend who loves to roam with me every day during college days can’t come out of her house these days as her dad is very strict about it. The brain was about to burst with the Hollywood thought that were roaming in my mind after finishing 5 to 6 movies per day. Few had already been watched so I kept revising them.

So I was trying few numbers of my old friends in South Extention. Most of them were switch off, few were out of coverage area and few were like number not in use. After scanning my contacts twice and thrice one call got connected.

‘Hey, hi,’ I said as soon as he picked my call.

‘Hello, my friend, how’s you?’

‘I’m fine, what about you?’

‘If my friend is fine so that I’m too,’

Yes, he was Pawan, one of my good friends from my Narayana days as we use to enjoy a lot of funs in South Delhi.

‘Bro, I’m getting roasted at my place, I want to meet you people,’ I said.

‘I’ve to ask your dad about some MTNL gprs services’ plans,’ I said.

‘Oh, how professional have you become my friend,’ he muttered.

‘What did you say?’ I asked.

‘Nothing,’ he said. I don’t know why people think that I’ve become more professional as I just asked him to utilize my visit more profitably. Fun and some work at the same time, is the best way to use wasting time. Any way I did call him so I had to listen what was he saying.

‘Wow, finally you called my dear friend, you have become so rich that you want to buy some MTNL broadband plans despite using Airtel broadband,’ the changed voice said.

‘Hey, is it Aasif?’ I asked.

‘Yeah, saale, I’m Aasif,’ the voice with this nice adjective reached my ears.

‘Assalam walikum bhai jaan,’ I said.

‘Walikum salam,’ how’s you?’ he asked.

‘I’m good,’ I lied because I was getting roasted like hell at my place.

‘Hey, let’s meet today,’ I said without delay.

‘Yeah, I’m also dying to meet my good friend, but I’ve missed all five day classes last week and I don’t want to miss more otherwise my college management will kick my ass for short attendance,’ he started with these words.

‘Oh, short attendance is not a big deal, they’ll allow you at any cost, I had only 30% attendance in last semester but they allowed me to sit for end term examinations,’ I convinced him.

‘Bro, it’s not IP University, it’s Jamia Millia Isalamia University,’ he said.

‘But let me think, I’m telling you after some time,’ he said. After convincing him for next ten minutes he decided to attend his boring lectures. I love to skip my lectures whenever my friends call but look at one of them. Anybody could have guessed his answer when he said such words so I did.

‘Hey, hi,’ the voice reached my left ear as I picked one call from an unknown number.

‘Hi,’ I said recognizing the voice.

‘Who ?’ I asked as I failed to recognize him.

‘You ass, you forgot me, I’m Ankit,’ he said.

‘Hey, I’m sorry, I dint get you,’ I said.

‘What happened to your voice,’ I asked.

‘My throat has been fucked up by this shivering cold,’ he said.

‘Anyway, you are papers are over, and you are free now,’ he said.

‘Of course,’

‘Okay, I need your help,’

‘What type of help?’

‘Nothing much, you promised to teach me mathematics for my GATE paper last month and I was waiting for your call, but you don’t have to call me,’ he said.

‘Oh, I’m really sorry, it slipped off my mind, when is your GATE paper?’ I asked.

‘13^th February, Next month,’ he said.

‘Okay, I’ll reach your place by evening, bye,’ I disconnected the call.

 The call was from one of my cousins and teaching a guy like him is very tough because he loves to spend his maximum time in enjoying parties in farmhouses and discs.

I reached INA metro station at 5pm and reached his place within few minutes.

‘What the hell is he doing inside?’ I asked myself pushing doorbell button thrice as he was not opening the gate. I started thinking about what would I say to aunty who has called my twice a month to meet her and uncle but I dint respond to her for the last six months.

‘Are you crazy, you dick head?’ the voice reached my ears and I kept my fingers off the doorbell button.

‘Shut up, you ass, I’m standing here since last ten minutes, what were you doing, where is aunty?’ I started entering the drawing room.

‘She is not at home, mom dad-have gone to Shirdi and I was just watching this amazing porn that I got from IIT yesterday,’ he said.

‘That’s why you dint heard the doorbell,’

‘Oh, no, the volume of my headphone was maximum so I dint hear that,’ I said sitting on the chair in front of the table with PC.

‘Let me also watch, what kind of video is it?’ I asked.

‘Shut up, you are junior to me and you should maintain the respect,’ he said adjusting his specs.  I wanted to see and tried hard to get in front of his PC but he had already closed that minimized window.

‘What are the topics, show me your syllabus,’ I said walking towards the wash basin. The door bell rang again and he ran towards the door after hearing single bell ring.

‘Hey, I’ve heard that you’ve brought some nice videos from IIT yesterday,’ I heard these words entering drawing after washing my face.

Yes, he was Nakul his neighbor, a non placed engineer who was also looking for GATE but……..

After teaching him for more than two hours we decided to go for dinner to Vasant Vihar because aunty was not there to make it and I’d to check some new stuff in the market as it’s a season of sale from almost all the brands of dresses and foot wears.

‘Hey, your car party is pending, throwing today no?’ I said adjusting seat belt sitting next to the driver seat.

‘Right dude, party is still pending,’ Nakul said from behind.

‘Yeah, we are going to drink and puff hokkaa like mad tonight,’ he said taking left turn heading towards the ring road.

‘Wow, a complete night out,’ Nakul corrected.

‘Nope, I’m not going to drink or smoke, we are just going to have some good items,’

‘You are still a kid, you’ve not started drinking and when did you quit smoking, he asked smiling. I don’t why people think that non drinker adults are still kids.

Yes, aunty had gifted him a brand new white car, i 20, and the party was must to celebrate, so we were going to Vasant vihar, but I got surprised by his plans. He is a hardcore drinker, smoker, and of course a doper. He never forgets to offer me a glass full of colorful drink from his beer days to latest wine and vodka days.

‘Okay, we are going to have some non-veg stuff, I’m dying to drink now,’ he said offering me the stick after puffing it.

‘I told no, I’ve quitted smoking,’ I said.

‘See this engineer, Nakul look at him,’ he said offering his stick backward towards Nakul.

‘Dude, work hard, party harder and of course sleep tighter with the girls,’ Nakul said patting me.

‘Hey, I’ve seen your Billo last evening near Notan Das jwellers,’ Nakul added new topic as the car took u turn from Moolchand flyover.

‘We are not in touch for the last few months,’ I said.

'And she is no more my Billo,' I corrected clearing my throat.

‘Buddy, she was looking sex bomb, more blonde these days, how did you let her go without sleeping with her,’ something was going to be repeated that had already roasted my ears.

We reached Bacchus pubs, Vasant vihar.

‘You are blogging these days, and I’ve read about Tanya, your girlfriend,’ Nakul started taking seat next to me.

‘Oh, she is not my girlfriend, just friend’ I corrected.

‘I’ve read a lot about her, she is amazing and I’d sent her friend request but she rejected,’ he said sipping water.

‘I’ve heard that you are working on a novel,’ he continued and I was looking at the rate list of the drinks that Ankit was looking to order.

‘Yeah, I’m working on a novel,’ I said.

‘What type of story are you writing?’ he continued eating my head and I continued answering his all questions honestly.

The order reached our table after some time and they were mad about the drinks so they started having them, as if they would never get chance in future to have it again in their whole life. I was comfortable with the roasted chicken.

‘Hey, have it?’ Nakul said to a passing by girl offering his glass in one hand and bottle in the other.

I was surprised after seeing him in such a mental state and he was smiling and started talking loudly about that girl, her figure and private parts and what not. He was out of his mind, Ankit is a big drinker but I had never seen him after getting drunk but Nakul………………

‘She is amazing no?’ Ankit said looking towards that girl who was sitting next at the corner table.

Yeah, she is looking beautiful,’ I said looking at the girl’s image in the mirror hanging over the wall next to Ankit.

 

‘Hey, let me propose her, she will accept it for sure,’ Nakul said tearing leg piece of the roasted chicken.

‘Yeah, she will,’ Ankit supported him. He looked towards me then I had no other option except nodding so………

‘Buddy, look at her curve, her b***s, her b**, her…………..,’ Ankit continued with her private parts and I concentrated to the chicken. He scanned the girl’s fully as he was giving descriptions of her all the parts with explanations.

No doubt that girl was the best among the girls present there. I finished my chicken and they were still ordering another bottle so I had to sit with them and was enjoying the music.

‘Hey, this is the perfect time to say her ‘ I love you,’ Nakul said.

‘Yeah, go my bro, make it now,’ Ankit said showing glass waving his hand in the air towards Nakul.

‘All the best! Dude,’ he wished Nakul, as if Nakul was going to write his major examination. He looked towards me and I gave a shameless smile and he started heading towards the girl’s table.

‘Hey, Honey, you look fabulous, I love you,’ Nakul said falling on her table but he adjusted standing there anyhow.

‘You bastard, don’t you have your mom, sis at your home,’ one guy who was accompanying the girl shouted planting a huge slap over Nakul’s face.

Yes, the guy sitting with the girl was six feet tall with great physique like the bouncers. He was taller than Nakul, had better body than him. He was better than Nakul in almost all respect. But it was shame for us to sit and watch our friend getting slapped and abusing by any other guy. After all we all were the studs. Ankit ran and hit the guy from behind. The guy turned back and thrashed Ankit's face by punching his middle of the face very hard. It was tough for me to go nearer to that bouncer kind of guy but I approached him and flashed my shoe tip hard right at the private part of that guy and he felt down. After seeing her falling guy, the beautiful girl ran towards him looking at me, as if she was going to kill me.

‘Run run run,’ I shouted. The guests sitting there and all the staffs had started gathering circling we all three studs, that bouncer guy and of course the best girl there. We managed to escape from the back door.

‘You are a real ass,’ Ankit uttered at Nakul.

‘Are you nuts?’ I was just proposing that girl,’ Nakul said touching his left cheek that was got hit and turned red. I could see the red linings of the five fingers there on his left cheek but I kept quite.

'It was me who saved you tonight otherwise he would have killed you,' Ankit started.

‘Forget it now,’ I interrupted.

‘Let's run away fast from here,' I suggested.

'Let the son of a bitch come here, I'll teach him a lesson now,' the brave Nakul said after touching his left cheek.

‘Oh shit,’ Ankit said checking out his pocket.

Yes, he had forgotten his car keys on the table and no one of us was ready to go inside the pub so we started planning to return home by auto and get car keys by tomorrow. 

‘Hey, here it is,’ Nakul said taking something out of his pocket.

‘What the fuck is this, how did you manage to get it?’ I asked.

‘I took it from table while running away,’ he said smiling. I don’t know how anyone can smile after getting slapped. We managed to reach the parking area anyhow looking backward time and again checking whether that guy was running behind us or not.

‘Hey, take to that corner,’ Nakul said pointing his index towards the corner of the road.

‘Why, we are going straight to home,’ I said looking forward.

‘You keep quiet, and see what’s going on,’ he said.

‘What the hell is this, why did I save him from that big man,’ I cursed myself.

‘I got her number from Kritika, she is genuine and I need a trustworthy broker,’ Nakul continued.

‘Who is she?’ I asked.

‘My friend,’ he answered and started saying something into Ankit’s ear I focused my ears towards his mouth but his voice was quite unpredictable but I could guess what he was talking about.

‘She told me that girls come from north campus and few are from Mukharji nagar,’ I heard these words and my prediction was right because they had planned something big for that night.

‘Some are from Russia, Nepal, Afghanistan…………………..,’ he continued with some more names.

‘Will she take the cash first?’ Ankit asked.

‘Nope, she is honest, she will send her girl first then we have to pay the girls,’

‘But there is a problem, we have to pay according to the deal,’

‘I don’t want my cash to be wasted,’

‘I’m going to try Russian this time but she will empty my wallet,’

‘How much?’

‘More than………..






[ to be  continued.....with the reality of some College g***s !]


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The Painter..!!

 It’s quite interesting to be in bed for more than ten hours these days. The routine has changed so drastically that I’ve never imagined. The number of sleeping hours has increased from three to twelve. I’m avoiding breakfast because I can’t wake up in the morning. I’ve stopped loving news papers the most, coffees are being skipped because I’ve to wake up early to get milk from market for coffee and the weather is so awesome that is forcing all creatures to stay under their warmer like quilt, blankets etc. The decreasing level of mercury has already forced me to stay away from jogging in the morning. And of course the semester is over

so there is no hurry to wake up early. So……

‘Gudmng madu,’ the message came on my phone suddenly. It becomes quite tough for us to open eyes in morning so I was replying opening my right eye keeping left eye closed away from the phone.

‘Who the hell is disturbing me,’ I asked myself after hearing the sound of the door bell. I opened both of my eyes to see who is there, as if my door is transparent.  I was trying to guess the person but the door bell started ringing continuously.

‘Who the fuck has dared to come out his bed at this hour,’ I said throwing blanket aside.

‘Gunesh, I was waiting since half an hour, you are sleeping a lot,’ he started with these words as I opened the door.

‘I’m sorry, what happened?’ I asked. 

‘Nothing,’ he said entering my room.

‘Bhaiya, come here, this is the flat,’ he said calling a guy who was standing outside my room. He was the son of my landlord and he never pronounced my name correctly and I hate him for it. He was calling a guy to show this flat because I refused to increase rent from 3000 bucks to 3500 plus electricity bill. And they asked me to vacate this flat by next month if I can’t pay the increased amount.

‘Look, here you have to do it all, and look here, you can finish it today,’ he said pointing his index finger towards roof and washroom.

‘Thank god, he is not throwing me out,’ I said to myself.

Yes, he was showing this flat to a painter guy who was about to take the work of painting my place. They were  discussing something like how many paint buckets would be used here, and how much premiers would be used etc etc. And I was hearing all these lying under my blanket chatting with Tanya.

‘Gunesh, wake up,’ the voice reached my ears and I typed w8 and sent to Tanya.

‘What happened?’ I asked.

‘You’ve to vacate this within one hour because he is going to start his work from now,’ the extra fat son of my landlord said circling his left hand on his round drum like belly.

‘How the fuck would I do it alone,’ I said to myself looking towards the book shelf. I’ve more than 100 books that have been gathered since I was in 11^th. And they have become so dusty that I hate to touch them even if I’m need of any of them. The weather is not allowing to come out the blankets and he was asking to vacate whole flat.

‘Can’t it be get painted later?’ I asked.

‘No, because last time you said that your papers are going on so you can’t vacate this and it’s theka work so you have cooperate us,’ he said.

‘Okay,’ I said looking towards kitchen for a hot coffee.

He came at 10am with his buckets, painting brushes, rollers, and one helper who was a thirteen year kid. The kid left after sometime as he got a call from his owner to join work at the other site so the painter started helping me in shifting my books and bed out.

‘Bhaiya, what’s your name?’ I asked.

‘Gajendra,’ he answered.

‘Wanna have coffee?’ I asked.

‘Sir, I can have anything?’ he said holding few books in his hand when I was cleaning a coffee mug.

‘Nice coffee,’ he said.

‘Thanks I said turning the second page of the Hindu. He finished his coffee in seconds and started mixing colors for painting. Like all the painters he was also a poor man, but he seemed to be a gentle man. The way he was talking to me, the way was working was amazing. He started asking details about me like what type of job I’m doing, how much money I earn every month and everything that could have satisfy him. I answered his all questions honestly looking into the newspaper and changing songs in my Ipod.

After mixing the colors he asked me shift sofa a little left so that he could adjust his stairs nicely. One thing I saw was different with him, he was walking with a one and half meter bamboo stick. He was stronger than me because he was shifting more books than I was.

He was a painter so he was looking so because the dress he was wearing was showing more color combinations that we can get any dress with such combination in market. Yes, his clothes were totally painted. Maybe due to the paint that would have felt on his clothes while painting or he would have gotten his dress from his owner as uniform of painter. But it would be quite tough for any dress designer to give such designs on any kind of dress. Anyway he came here for painting the walls and roofs of my flat so he was concentrating over his work more than I do on my studies.

‘Bhiaya, may I help you please?’ I asked showing some interest in painting more than my engineering books.

‘No, sir, painting seems to be easier but it’s hard to match the color and its shining,’ he said.

‘Okay, you direct me first then I would do it perfectly,’ he said holding one brush in my left hand.

‘Okay, sir, let me finish the designs of this roof then I’ll ask you to help me afterwards,’ he said climbing over the first step of the staircase.

‘Oh, the voice came out of his mouth and his bamboo stick felt down on the floor.

‘What happened?’ I asked.

‘Nothing, I’ve to fold the bottom my trousers because they are creating hindrances while stepping up over this staircase,’ he said adjusting his cap after putting his stick bending on one side of the staircase. I started concentrating my eyes into the newspaper because I didn’t finish that yet.

After folding his trousers he stepped up the staircase holding a brush in one hand and a paint bucket in the other.

‘What the fuck is this?’ I uttered leaving my chair.

‘Oh, god, what would have happened to this guy?’ how is he daring to work like this?, why did he come to paint my house, I would paint better than him……. A million of questions started haunting my mind and my eyes got fixed on his legs.

Yes, he was a handicapped. He had only one working leg, the other leg was thin, smaller and hanging like any non loving stuff hanging in the air.

‘What happened, Bhaiya?’ he asked me looking to me as I was standing opening my mouth right in front of him.

‘Nothing,’ I said controlling my nerves because it went out of order and it was a dream so I started looking here and there out of my room and found that it was not a dream.

‘What’s this?, I mean how did it happen?’ I asked the painter pointing towards his hanging leg.

‘It happened when I was a kid, its Polio,’ he said applying brush over the roof.

‘But, how, and when did it happen, can you tell me the detail?’ I asked showing my interest in his history. And it’s nature of we all human beings that we became anxious to know about the past of such happening that keeps your open mouth wide opened after seeing it, so I asked.

‘Sir, when I was seven month old, my mom went to jungle to collect some woods as fuel to get food made. Then I felt down off my bed and it happened. When he started narrating his story I imagined each and every single line as I was seeing all the incidents that had occurred with him when his mom went out. The pictures of his lying in bed, his mom’s going out and collecting dry woods, and of course how he felt down. These pictures were haunting my mind like any bollywood old movie. I started feeling my presence there and I started cursing myself asking myself that why was I not there to rush him to the hospital at the same moment he felt down. Or I would called his mom on her mobile phone…………

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I finished my coffee within few minutes marking all the previous years’ asked questions searching all the related topics in my communication system book. I started with the easiest Sampling theorem and it took two hours for me to mug up it nicely.

‘What the hell is this?’ I asked myself looking at the clock hanging on the wall. The time machine was moving faster that day, it was hard for me to control everything because there was around seven to nine chapters for me to study to pass this communication paper. I finished the next two chapters within an hour. The pressure was high, my brain was about got burst up and came out of the hard shell. The earth started revolving round the sun with greater speed today, it turned evening very soon.

‘Hey, what are you doing?’ the voice reached as I pick a call on my phone.

‘I’m studying, I’ve paper tomorrow,’ I answered.

‘Wow, what kind of study you are, din’t you get time to study whole semester?’ the voice reached.

‘I haven’t done this subject only, let me study,’ I said.

‘Hey, wait, I’m going to have some chicken momo, I thought about you too, but you are studying so I’m going alone, bye,’ he said.

Yes, he was my jiju and we both are foodies so we use to have momo every evening at G3s.

‘Wait, don’t disconnect please, let me think for a while,’ I said.

‘No no, you study, you have your paper tomorrow,’

I’m coming,’ I said.

‘But drop me at my place,’ I added.

I started with a new chapter thinking I would cover few topics till he comes.

‘What the hell is going on with me today?’ I said to myself checking out the A4 size typing sheet packet. It was empty and the lead of my pencil was over and the ball of the pen came out before I started new chapter.

Suddenly the sound of horn reached my ears and I jumped off my chair and wore a jacket and ran towards the stairs. Jiju was pressing horn, as if I’m a deaf and can’t listen to his horn in one time.

‘Oh fuck!’ I uttered taking seat next to jiju.

‘What happened?’ he asked.

‘Nothing, I just forgot locking the door,’ I said coming out of his car and started jumping three to four stairs in a single step. I’m just guessing it was around three to four stairs, I din’t count actually because I was turning blind that day, wasn’t able to see anything nicely except block diagrams and waveform spectrums that were roaming in front of my eyes. I locked the door and returned back to his car within few minutes. He was still wearing his tie as he was coming straight from office. I don’t know why Delhites are so dying to have momo especially during evening hours.

‘Where ? ’ he asked me.

‘I don’t know, we can have anywhere today,’ I said.

‘What happened to you, you decide it daily, you better know the taste of momos,’ he said as if I was the chef of the momo that are sold here in Rohini.

‘Let’s go to G3s van wallah, they make awesome momo,’ I said looking forward.

‘Bhaiya, one full plate chicken momo,’ I ordered and started looking toward the busy road. But I was unable to see the fast moving vehicles there on the road, it was only the diagrams and equations of the waves and block diagrams were roaming in front of my eyes. I turned back and asked the momo walah that how much time it would take for them to make it.

‘Sahib-ji, it would take ten minutes, you have to wait.

‘Fuck man, can’t you make it fast?’ I asked.

‘Fried or steamed?’ one of the staffs of momo van asked me.

‘What type of question you are asking? I use to have steamed, dare you fry them,’ I said looking at the face of the van walah giving him a terrifying look. He was looking different today. His Nepali face had turned into the sinusoidal shape that was the shape of most of the waveform in my book that I was studying that evening. They were taking more time today for steaming and my mind was turning more restless looking continuously toward the time in my phone. I don’t know why the time was passing faster that day.

‘God, are you mad?’ can’t you take care of your time machine, you moving the needle of the time machine faster today, go and check it now,’ I suggested god looking towards the sky. Suddenly I felt twitch near my left thigh and I checked my pocket. It was my phone that was vibrating and I saw a message.

‘Hey, how much have you done?’ this was the message from Tanya.

‘Nothing much, you?’ I replied.

I’m about to finish with the first term too, then will see whole book once more,’ she replied.

‘Very good, keep studying,’ I replied. I hated her for a second to finish everything so fast. May be I hated her first time in this whole year but I don’t know why was I so uncomfortable that day.

‘Wot u doin?’ she replied in second.

‘Havin momo,’ I replied looking towards momo van checking whether they had served our momo or not.

‘u mad, u hvin momo at dis hr, go n stdy,’ the message came.

‘Sahib-ji, ready,’ the voice reached my ears and rushed towards the van and collected momo and ran towards the car.  After finishing momo, jiju started buying something veg items for di from Puratan restorant and it was becoming harder for me to adjust a single second with anyone anywhere after having momo. The time machine was killing me. After getting something packed for di he started buying chicken for dinner.  It took one hour for me to do all momo work and reached my place after an hour. I cursed myself for going out to have momo as I wasted my complete one hour but it was momo that can drag any one from anywhere.

I started looking at book and time at the same time and started calculating time required for finishing whole syllabus. I finished few more topics after that and the dinner call came form di so I left for dinner holding communication book because I had to ask Tanya some doubts in Huffman’s coding and I din’t have balance in my phone to call so I thought of jiju’s phone that’s post paid so it din’t require any balance stuff.

I reached my di’s place within few minutes and started clicking Tanya’s number in jiju’s phone.

‘Hey, what are you doing?’ di asked.

I’m calling one of my friends,’ I said looking towards the phone’s screen.

‘Very good, it was around 4500 bucks’ phone bill last month and you are talking rubbish stuffs to your friend.

‘Shut up yaar, I’ve to ask doubts,’ I said to her opening my book.

‘Hey, hi, what are you doing?’ I asked as she picked my call.

‘I’m watching TV, you?’ she answered.

‘I’ve to ask a question from Huffman’s coding,’ I said.

‘It’s very simple, what do you wanna ask?’ she said.

‘Hey, dinner is ready, have it then talk,’ di said from behind………

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It wasn’t an ordinary day, everything was changed. Each nook and corner of the place was decorated, as if the son of the richest business man in Delhi was getting married that day. The outer walls were decorated with red, yellow, green, white, mixed color flowers and many colorful and different sizes’ balloons. The arrangement of light was perfect, the way they were blinking was an amazing view. The stuffs kept under glass wall near gate were looking awesome today as more yellow light was reflecting from there, there was a small decorated tree from which small colorful balls were hanging. Things were decorated perfectly. The gate was decorated with varieties of flowers, colorful ribbons and different types of balloons, the guards were looking more disciplined today wearing their uniform, cap holding metal detectors in their hands.

‘Hey, how are you?’ I asked a guard who was scanning me with his metal detector near gate.

‘I’m good Sahib-ji, how are you?’ he asked. Yes, whenever I visit this place I ask him about his well being because one day he allowed us to enter here before entry time.

‘Wow, amazing…..’ I said to myself entering looking inside.

‘Hey, look at this, take a pic fast,’ she said pointing her index finger towards a long tree touching the roof. It was decorated awesomely. The inner part was decorated more with more lights more flowers and balloons. People roaming there were looking happier today. Huge masses were busy in shopping like they won’t get any chance of shopping in coming future, as if they had gotten a thousand million dollars lottery and wanted to spend whole lottery amount on shopping today.

Yes, we were in Lifestyle mall and were roaming on Christmas day. We were there to enjoy some coffees in cold weather. I started clicking photos of each and every decorated things there.

‘Where to go?’ she asked me.

‘Wait for a second, I’m coming,’ I said.

‘Where are you going?’

‘Just a second, baba, I’m coming……..

 ‘Come fast……….

I had planned something good for her this special day of Christmas. I went near lift and vanished from her eyes entering in the Reebok show room.

‘Wow, it’s looking amazing,’ I said to myself looking at the flower bucket that I gave one of the Reebok’s staff to hide. It was looking fantabulous decorated with red, yellow, and her favorite pink roses. Two long white flowers were adding a lot to the beauty of the different roses and some sparkling stuffs were giving it a perfect glow. I came out holding in my left hand hiding behind my back.  

She was standing right at the same place looking here and there in the middle of the mall near the roof touching tree. She started looking at me when she noticed I was coming towards her. Her eyes were fixed on me as if she wanted to ask something. I was focusing my eyes towards her but my brain was somewhere else. Yes, my brain was looking at the hidden flower bucket behind my back. She was looking amazing today. She had applied more eye-liner in her eyes. Her eyebrows were given perfect shape. Her lips was shining more today, her pink cheek were matching a lot with her lips, eyes, nose and forehead. Her open hair was a perfect match for her baby face. She was looking more special in her short black coat best fitting her curveceous figure with faded black jeans with black high heel sandal.

What’s that?’ she asked looking at my hidden hand.

I said nothing bowing down on knees in front of her looking into her eyes. She was continuously looking into my eyes, as if she was searching something there.

‘I love you,’ I said giving her the decorated flower bucket. She started looking at the flowers smiling.

‘I love you too,’ she said taking flowers from my hand smiling. She held my right hand standing me up. She pulled me nearer to her body and hugged me.

‘I love you the most,’ she said hugging me and kissing my lips.

‘Oh my god, she said she loves me,’ I said to myself looking into her eyes and started kissing her. It was the most special moment in my life. I couldn’t believe it. The girl who never let me kiss for a year is now hugging and kissing me. It was unbelievable. I thanked god million of times looking towards the sky.

Hello….Hi sweetie….waassup baby….I’m gonna be late tonight…’ the voice reached my ears and I stopped kissing.

‘What are you doing, I’m calling you 8^th time, can’t you keep your phone near your ears, you Kumbhkaran,’ she started with these lines and I opened my eyes and found that I was sleeping under blanket at my place.

‘Amazing dream but you broke it up, you are bad,’ I uttered adjusting my phone near left ear.

‘We’ve paper tomorrow and you are dreaming, get up now and start studying,’ the voice was turning louder but I love her when she shouts at me. I don’t know why!

‘Oh, I forgot that, I gave my back paper today so it slipped off my mind,’

‘How can anyone forget his paper, strange, get up now, now,’

‘You are bad, you don’t let me sleep,’ I said.

‘Duffer, its 4:30, how many hours would you sleep, you KK,’ she continued.

‘What the hell is this, how can I sleep for so long, I said to myself throwing out the blankets towards the other side of my bed but they got felt on the floor.

‘Yeah, you slept for so long, get up now, I’ve finished 2^nd and 3^rd term and left with only 1^st term,’ she said and I jumped off my bed looking towards the table lamp and switched it on running towards the kitchen. I made a hot and strong coffee as fast as I could.

‘You can leave chapter 12 and chapter 14 because they ask questions from these chapters as alternate choice and sampling theorem is easy and you know it well so revise it first and they do information theory that contains 15 marks alone so not a big deal,’ she continued on phone and I washed coffee mug and poured coffee in it.

‘Wow, awesome coffee,’ I said.

‘What, you are having a coffee now?, when did you make it,’ she said.

‘I had asked you not to have more than a cup a day, but why would you listen to me,’ the shivering voice reached my ears and her drama was about to start.

 ‘I’d read in news paper yesterday that people having coffee more than four cups a day get heart attack soon!

'That good news for you, I’ll die soon so I won’t be here to eat your head anymore,’ I said.

‘Shut up, I’m not talking to you,’ she siad.

‘Oh my baby, my heart beat, I’ll stop having coffee, won't have even single cup a day, I promise you, let the papers end,’ I said opening my communication system book.

‘It seems you are opening your book, study now, I’ve to take rest for sometime because I’m left with only few topics, bye,’ she said.

‘Okay, enjoy, love you, bye,’ I said disconnecting the call.

Yes, she was Tanya on phone, who had finished revision of 2^nd term and 3^rd term and was waking me up to start my syllabus. She used to call at this hour to wake me up because I had to give some back papers so had to go for paper every day, and it was hard to come out of bed after giving a paper with a sleepless night…………….

To be cont………

[with some nice stuffs that happened in examination hall!]