An Ordinary Love Story - 2

They were separate now. They dint text or call each other. The girl was busy with her studies. She focused more into her preparations. She went to her coaching class, enjoyed the boring long lectures. She slept in the class at times but she was happy attending the lectures. At home, her mother didn’t check her phone or asked her about the frequent calls that she had been enquiring about in the past when the girl used to stick her phone to her ear.

The guy on the other side thought that the girl was happy, breaking off the relationship so dint bother to text or call her. He indulged himself more into his work. He performed better and the best. He had already grown up some competitors at his work place. He enjoyed working late night, sitting in the office alone. When the guard asked about his home going odd timing then all he replied; ‘I’ve no one at my home to bother about my whereabouts at late night so he liked to sit and work.’

But both of them kept their phones checking whether there was any message from their ex partners. At times they tried to contact each other but thought that both were happy without each other. At times they called and spoke to each other over phone but their conversation died earlier as they dint have any topic to chitchat at.

It was the girl, who did the break off because she dint like the guy to shout at her and he had already done this thrice in the three years of their relationship.

Problem cropped up when they were free on Sundays and Saturdays when the girl dint have her class and the guy dint have to work till late night in his office. The girl wore the behavior that she had before she had met the guy three years ago. She began to consider the proposes that the guys of her coaching class begged to her. She let the guys approach her. She let the guys impress her more. She gave the guys more room to come close to her. She liked it. She found it as fun. The guys loved her more.

The guy was no less smart. He had joined the other departments where he worked as a trainee on Sundays and Saturdays. He was getting more fame in his organization just because he was doing something extraordinary. It added up to the growth of the company. The HOD of his organization learnt that the guy deserved a hike in his salary. He was called to the HOD office and was handed over a letter of salary hike that the HOD had got mailed from the HR of the same company. It dint fill the tummy of his busyness so he rode straight to his sister’s place on Friday night and enjoyed next two more evenings shopping and playing with his sister’s kids.

The girl couldn’t digest the way the guy had turned up. One night she stopped chatting to her latest boyfriends and wrote a text her ex guy and took twenty minutes to press the send option in her phone. She didn’t get any reply. Then she switched over to whats app messenger and flashed the same message. After getting tired, working whole day, the guy was lost deep into his dreams. Phone vibrated under his pillow. He took out his phone and read the text in his message inbox and then moved to whats app. He read the same message and got confused. He thought he was dreaming. He kept his phone back under pillow. Before he could adjust his sleeping posture his phone vibrated again. He took out and read the text. He rubbed his eyes to see the reality. 

‘Hy, wot hpnd?’ the guy replied blindly.

‘Nuthin.’ The girl replied within seconds.

‘Okay,’

‘Ws juss missin uh, so mssgd.’

‘Okay.’ The guy replied, still in his sleep.

‘Hey, if u dnt wna tok dn leme noe, I vil nvr msg u again.’ the girl replied angrily.

 ‘Fuk off,’ the girl flashed another reply after waiting for the guy’s reply for another five minutes.

It was quite unbearable for her to tolerate the way guy was behaving. She abused him badly in her mind. She would change her sleeping posture. She put on her headphone into her ears and switched onto her favorite music. But it also failed to make her sleep. Then she tried to play games in her phone that dint work too. All she could do; she revised the gallery of her phone. She was missing the guy as hell. She could remember how the guy took her photos, hiding the camera of her phone. She never let him take her photo. But he took with her phone camera because his cheap phone didn’t have such a high megapixel camera like that of girl.

Next day, he opened his eyes. He made tea for himself, his sister and his jiju. They thanked him for making tea in such a chilly winter. They spoke a lot during early morning because the guy couldn’t stay at home whole day to chitchat with them. In the morning also he couldn’t give much time to them as the alarm of his wrist watch forced him to go out for jogging in the park. He also felt sorry for leaving the conversation.

After coming back from the park he saw his phone on the table and his bed was cleaned and composed by his sister. He took shower, ate breakfast in silence and flew his bike straight to his training center. He was early. The government old officers were still to arrive. He took out his phone and saw the girl’s message.

‘Hy, thr s nuthin lyk d wy u think…ws tyrd so ws slpn blindly..’ he replied. He had to wait very eagerly for another twelve hours to see a reply from her.

‘I know.’ The girl replied, controlling her anger.

That night the guy offered the girl to meet while chitchatting. She refused instantly but approved later.

He got ready. He was wearing faded blue jeans, white and blue check shirt and a pair of tough woodland shoes. He checked himself thrice into the mirror. He slipped a black jacket over his shoulders. He looked handsome as the dress suited his athletic physique awesomely. He sprayed a perfume that he had not been using since long. After getting the girl’s message that said that she had left her place, he left his place, looking into mirror for the last time. 

She wore the dress that she had not been wearing since long. She decorated herself the way guy had always liked her in. She was wearing black skinny jeans that had some cut marks near knee. A white and pink linking tee stuck to her curvaceous figure. Above it she had put a short blue denim jacket. She had kept her hair open as the guy liked her the most in open hair. She had applied kajal finely that made her eyes more beautiful. She had sprayed the perfume that the guy had gifted her on her last birthday.

The guy had reached earlier and waited, sitting in a chair at a metro station. He began to chitchat with the girl on what app messenger when he was getting bored.

‘You’re late again.’ the guy typed.

‘I'm not.’

‘Ohh, you’re as always,’ the guy typed and sent it to her with a angry mode smiley.

‘Are you getting angry?’

‘Yeah.’

‘I must go back then otherwise you’ll shout at me again.’ the girl replied with a sad smiley.

It hurt the guy badly. He realized how much the girl disliked him shouting at her. He felt sorry.

‘I'm waiting, bye.’ He sent the last message.

‘Get up,’ the girl replied.

He wanted to reply but suddenly felt like someone was standing next to him.

It was the girl, who stood with a blue bag, hanging on her right shoulder.

‘Hey,’ he said, standing up. They shook hands. Nobody tried to be the way they had been greeting each other earlier. With a tight hug.

They chitchatting formal stuffs. A metro arrived at the platform with a hissing sound. The gates slid open. They entered. The gates slid shut with ting-tong bell sound.

To be cont…

Delhi Bus Gang Rape

A 23 year old girl was gang raped recently in a moving bus in Delhi.

Is it a new story?

No.

Everybody says hang the people who have committed this heinous crime.

They are right. All of them should be hanged without any testing and waiting and any court trial or any other procedures.

It is known that it all happened in a chartered white bus.

Do you know what kind of bus is it?

This is the same bus from the cluster of the buses which were earlier known as the killer blueline buses. These are the same buses that had been killing people. Uncountable crimes had been done in these moving buses on the roads of Delhi in day and night.

When it became more than unbearable for the Delhites to bear whatever was being done by these buses, people came on the roads and after struggling for years these buses vanished out of our sight.

Have you ever thought why it took so many years to throw these buses out of the Delhi roads?

No?

The reason is only one and that says that theses killer buses belonged to the powerful people who are sitting in the government or they have any link to the political wizards.

These monsters have nothing to do with the life of the common people. They just want to drink the blood of common people for their own benefits so they researched and found a new way to continue running their buses and kill people.

Yes, these white chartered buses are the same killer bluelines. They’ve just been given a different color, white. They still run fearlessly on the Delhi roads and have resulted into million of crimes.

The last gang rape is a fresh example of that.

Well, we Indians are sick. We’re habitual of being ruled over. We’re habitual of being the slaves of the powerful monsters. History proves it. Since many hundred years we’ve been being ruled by others. When we got independence, we offered our lives to the political assholes. And since the first day of independence we’ve been suffering. Partition of India and Pakistan is an example of it which has created such an animosity between Hindu and Muslim that will never end.

Let us take an example of the government of capital city. This city has become the worst place to live on earth. And when it comes to the women, the city name has become a curse to them. They’re not safe even in day time. Earlier they were being raped at the nights and now it’s the daytime that doesn’t make the criminals fear of any outcome.

Today, when I was returning from my office I thought to have some boiled eggs as I daily have them. I went straight to my favorite egg stall and found it was missing. I looked for another. I dint get it. I moved to the third but it was also not at its place then I stood for a while and scanned the place and got that there was no egg stalls anywhere around me. I walked down to a juice stall and asked the stall guy, ‘where have these egg stalls gone today?’

‘Teen ladko ne milkar ek ladki ko chod diya, isliye ye stalls band hai or ek hafte tak band rahenge.’  Three guys have fucked a girl that is why stall are closed and will stay closed for a week.

My head turned hot. I walked closer to him and planted a huge slap on his right cheek. The slapping sound was so thundering that people began to gather without delay. Everybody looked confused and anxious to know why I did that.

‘Is this the way you talk of a girl who had gone through such a hellish stuff and she is still fighting for her life in hospital?’ I shouted loudly. I didn’t know why I became so angry.

The stall guy shouted some names and three guys peeped in though the crowd.

‘Beat him up.’ the stall guy said them, pointing his index finger to me. They ran to me. I shouted as loud as I could have. They braked their feet as if something very strong powerful had suddenly pulled them back.

No one came in between. Everybody looked as if something interesting was going to happen there that would ease their eyes.

Suddenly, I saw the crowd dispersed and giving a way to bike whose head light flashed light straight to my face. I closed my eyes, opened, hiding them with half of my hand. The head light deemed and died soon. Two cops got down and rushed to the stall guy.

‘What happened?’ the cops asked him.

‘He has slapped me for no reason.’ He said, pointing his index finger to me.

‘What has happened to you, mister?’ the cops asked me. I explained everything. One of the cops began to beat the stall guy with his stick. The three of his friends had already slipped away and vanished into the crowd.

The cops came to me and explained me why the egg, fish and chicken stalls were closed. They began to disperse the crowd and asked everybody to rejoin their work. They told that the people buy beers and wines and then they come to egg or chicken stall and then they start drinking wine in public and then they do such crimes.

‘But the wine shop is open there.’ I said, pointing my finger to the wine shop at the top of which a red board hung which was decorated with the painting of wine bottles and it was written there in white; government wine and beer shop.

‘Why don’t you cops force to shut such shops that are the only cause of such crimes?’ I asked one of the cops who was not drunk. The smell coming out of the other cop’s mouth proved he was drunk a lot.

Don’t you guys think, the Delhi govt. should be accused for the recent heinous crime?

Happiness Died!

Are you happy?

No.

Look, your face expression changed. Your eyes fixed on the words whatever is written just before you. Now your head has started roaming around your everyday life which is sad and unhappy. You’ve started thinking of your sucking life.

Whatever you’re thinking is not the practical stuff. You’re thinking of your failures. Are you thinking of what else better you’ve done in your in past?

No is the blunt answer.

The life has changed drastically within last one and half decades.

What does everybody want?

To become rich, eh?

Have you ever thought of what good things are there inside you?

No, you’ve just looked at the people who’re rich. Who have cars. Who have big houses. Who have sexy girlfriends who have big boobs, nicely shaped bums and slim curvaceous figure. Who have jobs of huge package.

Well, most of you, whose eyes are staring on this story, are young boys and girls.

Let me take an example of yours, if you’ve earned some technical course and still you’re looking for a job, even if it would pay you less than how much your degree deserves. You’ve studied really very hard and that’s the reason you’ve got your degree. Education system in India is really very puzzling. I bet you, the makers of it will also get confused of what education system they’ve made.

 To get even admission in any college for graduate courses, you’ve to appear for entrance or you’ve to score more marks than required in your boards.

Everybody runs in the race of it just after completing his/her secondary boards. You’ve tried your best and you reach where you deserve. But due to the sucking planning and management of this corrupt government everybody is suffering.

Let me come to the point. You’re not happy just because you’re jobless.

Have you ever seen the people from very close, who have nice package jobs?

They’re running after better jobs and better packages. They look at the people, who have everything (Cars, big houses, jobs outside their own country, Swiss account and many other things) better than whatever they have. If, by mistake, they’ve any girlfriend or boyfriend they keep on eyes on the other girls and guys so that they can contact and propose others, leaving the present partner behind. They’re not happy with what they have got.

Whenever you remember your childhood, you miss it badly. Have you ever thought why is your school life called the golden period?

Your life is better than whatever you think. You can still live your life fully like you lived in your school days. It is quite simple.

Throw all the burdens that are breaking shoulders at this nice age. You’ve to live a long and healthy life. Don’t look at others. Rich people sucks. I’ve seen a lot of rich guys and girls from very close. Their life simply sucks.

This is a half finished story. It will be updated soon with a polish on it.

 [to be cont…]

An Ordinary Love Story

Once upon a time there was a couple. Their love story was quite simple; like any Indian love story. The guy had to run after the girl to get her. The girl was smart enough but she also had a heart and she was unaware of it. She liked the guys running after her, like the dogs fight among themselves to impress a bitch in winter. Foolish dogs! She let each single guy take chance on her and she enjoyed each one of them.

The guy studied her. He researched on her mind whenever he got a chance to go on date with her. She was tired of the discs, pubs, late night clubs and night outs. Then she chose to date the guy. The guy liked to make her roam here and there and made her eat cheap foods from roadside and made her drink unhealthy water as he was not able to get packed water and expensive food. She knew she would fall unwell after reaching home in the evening as her digestive system never supported roadside food but she liked to walk with him, talk to him and listen to his thoughts like a fool. She knew the importance of the poor guy who didn’t have any value to the world, and nor to his parents.

After some months she decided to stop changing boyfriends and stay with a single guy as she was getting bored with doing the same thing; dating the guys, listening to their fake promises, listening to their requests that demanded her to sleep naked with them into their beds. The poor guy never asked her for the same.

He wanted a girl. She looked perfect to him as she was rich enough and matched his routine. She spoke to him when he had time. She knew he was a very busy person. The guy was no lesser than a machine. He woke up at five in the morning, hitting the park for jogging and exercising, liked to make his breakfast on his own, and then he had to go for his office and after coming back he got some time to talk to the girl. She was also a busy person so she knew the importance of time and tried to wait for the guy to be free. They enjoyed hearing each other and discussing their whole day stuff everyday and it never bored them.

They started dating on Saturdays. They roamed. They enjoyed lunch together. They watched movie. Before seeing off each other the girl liked to give him a tight warm hug and the guy said bye after kissing her forehead.

They were in love. One day the guy proposed her. She said no. But they kept roaming on the same way. It was the girl’s birthday when her soul forced her to accept that she was in pure love with the guy. But she let the guy propose her twice. He did it and she accepted after saying yes, no, no, yes, no, no, yes.

On that day, the girl showed herself. She wanted to enjoy each single moment with the guy so she asked him if she could visit his place. She desperately wanted to be alone with the guy somewhere out of the city irritating life. So she asked the guy if she could visit his place. He was shocked to hear it as he never expected the girl to do so.

Without delay they reached the guy’s place which at the outskirt of the city. It was very peaceful place. It was away from noisy city life. The guy loved peace and his salary never allowed him getting a rented flat in posh area.

As soon as they entered the guy’s flat the guy locked the door from inside. They started with smile on their lips and the time came for which they might have waited for long. With some resistance the girl let the guy unbutton her shirt and then she fought a lot to get her jeans unbuttoned. She lost the fight as button flew of its place with a pop sound and landed on the bed. Then they explored each other, crossing all the limits that Indian culture had fixed that an Indian couple must not do before wedding.

The worst days came when they began to get more and more in their life. They started behaving like ordinary Indian middle class youth. They realized the importance of time and the phase they were going through. Yes, they had stopped thinking about each other. All they could think of was their career and future. Both of them were intelligent. They worked really quite hard.

The girl was busy in preparing for civil services and the guy had got an unexpected promotion. The guy had got higher designation with six months of his working duration that he might have gotten after working and getting some experience of three years. His shoulder was loaded with high responsibility. He became busy in his works as the workload was quite higher. On the other side, the girl began to study like Bihari IAS aspirants. So she could hardly get a second to share with any other living creature than her books.

The time came when they could hardly bear each other. They stopped meeting on Saturdays. The Indian highly competitive forced them to do break off. They did it one day. Just for the sake of formality they spoke to each other over phone twice a week and they forgot each other soon as if they had never known each other since the universe were made.