Confessions of a young birdie... :).

It was much, much before correct time when I reached there. The place was no doubt, crowded than usual, borderlined by yellow-amber stripes; taxis. "Need a taxi?" was the usual call there. There were people who looked like baggages; there were baggages which looked like sniffer dogs, prying on the edge of each and every person's crouch, trying to find their way. I took out my mobile. It was half past midnight. The place was buzzing with faces, smiles, yawns, babbling young and old alikes. With ease, I found a book shop. After searching throughout the women's magazine for a hideous picture, I bought a Paolo Coelho and retreated to my seat. The unsatisfactory cleavages of the magazine made me yawn. I opened the Coelho. It was a priest preaching at an altar. I possibly couldn't have handled that at that time of the hour. Perhaps a cup of coffee would help, I thought as I paid the man 50 bucks( for a cup of coffee, thats horrendous!) and sat down with a paper cup of instant coffee. I went back to the book shop and without much thinking bought a thriller that I saw at first sight. It was some "Dark of the Moon" by some John Sanford. when I opened the book, It was 3 "o" clock in the morning. People have started to stand near the counters, some for reservations, some for just talking with beautifully dressed girls. I laid back and closed my eyes and opened them. The place was covered with glass, from where hung moving heads, and par lights. A sure starry starry night ambience! A cool breeze was blowing and as I closed my eyes and imagined myself at home in bed, it felt like I was floating...flying to each and every corner of the place; I could even smell the places...

When I woke up, I was up at my heels. It was late. I ran as fast as I could, did all the formalities, paid taxes, and dissapeared into the vestibule. Soon the white door appeared. I walked cautiously, for the first time. I touched the white door. It felt like I was in a film that I had seen a number of times. I walked on the red carpet and sat down on the alloted place. I closed my eyes and opened them in nervousness. I took out my phone; I still had a faint signal. Shall I call up my best friend that I love him? Shall I call my brother also? what will happen if I die? Will it a horrific one? Shall I run for my life, when I still have the time? I looked around to see a gay crowd.
For a moment I wanted to get out, but I was unable to stand. A lady had approached me and I did as I was told. I shook with horror as I found myself shaking; a lot. My ears became deaf with a droning sound and an excruciating pain made me press my ears hard against my palms. I looked out. I was tossed into mid air, like a prey just snatched by an eagle; I was with the clouds. as the pain receded, I took out my phone and took this picture. I flew for the first time from Hyderabad Airport.

GORI KA SAAJAN, SAAJAN KI GORI, LOJI SHURU HO GAYI LOVE STORY!!

FAVORITE TIME PASS-Attending phone calls...!

here's the sequel to the famous movie-12 monkeys....(Freud would have read it as 12=1+2=3)... oh my God! I am so intelligent! Why dont I jump from a skyscraper? I might fall into the lap of God himself!

...and i thought smoking was banned!

the threads of life...

...CONTINUED

Students were called inside the interview room one by one, as the boy eyed the fat woman. He liked her not because she was attractive, but she was funny. She giggled a lot with a gaping mouth. The other woman present in that group was elegant. She was what normal male would call sensuous, sexy would be the exact word. Her hair was well done, it was silky; her face was painted as smooth as a burnished mahogany table, her eyes were big. She had lips the size of a red chili and her breasts were on the verge of exploding from her skin tight shirt. Her jeans clad legs had a fine shape that most of her charmers (i mean girls) would envy. She resembled a Japanese doll. Not only because of her attire, but also the way she spoke and carried herself. There are so many weird things in heaven and earth than himself, the boy thought.The plum boy was called in. It was at that very moment that a pair of eyes fell on a pair of eyes that was standing at a distance.The boy was in the 10th year of his life, when his father took him to see 'Shonar Kella'. It was a film by Satyajit Ray. Before that, the boy had read a few adventure novellas and had emerged as a dreamer. The film opened new boundaries for him. What is life without a slash of adventure, some risks where the fun is only to take them straightaway.It was much later that the boy started avoiding school. He, like a well mannered studious boy (he even looked that way!!) would go out of his house, bye bye his mother and walk to his school. But nearing his school, he would always choose the other way that went straight to the cinema halls. He would take ten bucks in his pocket and an extra shirt in his bag. Halfway to school, he would change his shirt, put on a cap and get on a bus to Esplanade, where there are numerous cinema halls and most of all, all kinds of people that he would observe. Every night he would come back home and write about them in his diary, a red-brown covered book with a smiley for a page marker.



They say, good things come in small packages.

I have to go, since now I am unable to remember anything about the boy that is worth writing. When I remember, I will write. As for the pair of eyes, they had still remained as part of a body, a soul that inhibited inside that body, that had helped me to survive, had taught me much. It was a man's pair of eyes; he was to become my teacher and best friend for several years to come.