In Your Memories

In your memories...

It’s been a month, you left me behind.

It’s been a month, you went out of my life.

It’s been a month, I am waiting for your come back.

It’s been a month, I am searching for you.

It’s been a month, I am still in your memories.

 I can remember it was March 7th, 2012.

5.25 PM: I was busy in work. I received a message from my mom. Actually it was a remainder for me to wish my brother who was appearing for his board exams in two days.

5.27 PM: I set an alarm for the next day and  was back to work.

5.30 PM: I got a call from my friend for coffee.

5.35 PM: I was sitting comfortably in a table, sipping the coffee alone, since my friend got some urgent work.

5.37 PM: One of my colleagues was showing her presentation for the next day’s workshop and I moved to her place to have a better look of it with my coffee. And I got observed into it.

5.45 PM: I was back to my work place and engaged with it.

6.00 PM:  I received a message in LAN that we were supposed to leave earlier at that day because of some technical issues.

6.10 PM: I finished some of the pending works for the day and almost everyone has already left. 

6.12 PM: I packed and was about to leave. At that instant only, I was shocked to realize my mobile is missing.

6.13 PM: I called to my number and in turn, I received a recorded voice message as “the number you are dialing is currently switched off”. Oh my God… Dialed once again. Same recorded voices. Once again and same response. 

6.15 PM: I rushed to cafeteria, to my friend’s cabin, to the table where I had coffee. Ran here and there like a mad. Totally dumbstruck. And finally I came to know I lost my mobile.

I inquired each and everyone. I doubted people whom I thought they might have done it. My first attempt to locate it was a failure, since it might develop bad relationships.  I rushed to police station to make a complaint. They told me they will make a thorough check in my office before proceeding further which was impossible. As any organization they did not allow such things, my second attempt was also a failure. I went to my service provider to track IMEA number. But they need a complaint copy from police station to do so. So my next attempt was also a failure. I registered in mobile tracking websites, though it will not work. But with little hope I did that too. I mourned, starved, prayed, grieved, regretted, worried, and cursed. I did each and every possible which I could do. But everything went in vain. Though I was very sure that I could not get it back, I was expecting someone will return it back or else I will find it lying somewhere. But it did not happen.

People wondered why should I put this much effort and worried about it, after all it is a simple mobile phone. It was not an apple, not a blackberry, not a HTC, not a super duper smart phone and not even a basic touch modeled one. True. But it was the one with all my expectations satisfied within.

It was not a device to connect with others, but also

My clock and alarm.

My camera.

My music player.

My internet browser.

My diary and calendar.

My calculator.

My dictionary.

Sometimes, my mirror too.

I am not a person who is holding mobile phone all the times and used to do texting and talking and addicted to it.  But it is one which accepts my happiness and angriness silently. There are times in which I giggled and laughed at it during some happy moments. And there are times too in which I threw it madly because of anger or frustrations. There are times in which I cleaned it with a cloth. And there are times too in which it shattered into its parts. You were a good companion always. That is why I am not able to swallow your loss.

Good things happened too. 

It is my habit to listen to music when I am getting ready, even others are sleeping. It did not happen. I was able to see happily sleeping people in my room.

I was not making funny expressions and quirky voices while playing games during my travel time. Because of this, sometimes people thought me as a mad person.

I was able to find people who are ready to take part in my bad times and people who are interested to listen the stories alone. 

I really got to experience every cloud has a silver lining.

It is for good or bad. But you are no more mine. Well. Now, its the time to get over you and search for another one who may be a perfect substitute or more than that or else not able to match you. 

Still in your memories………….

The Burger Stories

The burger stories

Hi friends. Let me introduce to a girl who goes to pizza hut and asks for burger and suggesting them to add burgers in their menu. She is simply addicted to it. She is from a town where pizzas and burgers are very uncommon. May be because of this reason, she is very much fascinated towards it. Her weekends will not get over, without burger

Story – 1:

One of her friends is also fascinated in the same way. It is their habit to rush to the nearest shop where they can get their favorite zinger burger, on every Friday. 

It was Friday. Weekend and month end too. She is leaving to her hometown to attend her friend’s wedding. Both of the friends do not have enough money on that day. Right from morning, they were thinking out in detail, what they could do for burger. At that time one of her friends called and informed that he will not be able to attend the friend’s marriage as he got some last moment commitments and has transferred money to her so that she can buy gift on behalf of him. As soon as, these girls heard this sweetest news, their eyes started to blink in excitement. Finally, they got their way to their zinger burger. 

Story – 2:

She stays with friends who work in different places.  And, she is the one who used to return back to room last because of long work hours and travel. Tired but not exhausted. But one day when she reached room, she was really fed up due to continuous pressure of work and travel.  Things were going wrong on that day. Tension was growing in her. She started to shout at her friends like a mad. After yelling at them continuously, she started to cry. No one understood the reason and upon a serious enquiry she told “nothing”. Her friends bought a burger for her and finally she smiled. That is how she goes crazy on burger.

Story – 3:

One of her friends owed her a treat if she gets the job in the company, in which she has provided the reference. Finally her friend placed in that concern. Okay. Time for treat now. She was asked to decide the place for treat. She said “why don’t you buy me a burger for this weekend?” she was surprised on hearing this. Because her friend desired to provide a big treat. When her friend expressed this to her, she said “then make it for all the weekends of this month”. That is how she enjoyed with burgers.

She does not know when she started to taste it but she knows very well that it is not going to end until and unless she adds extra ordinary pounds to her and may be after that too. Still lot of burger stories happen then and there but in different occasions with different people. And lot more stories to be added…..

Mission Blogging

Writing or blogging is not my passion always.  Even reading it is also not my passion. But whenever I come across through some interesting things  or whenever I am in deep sorrow or extreme happiness, or whenever I am in really really boring situation, the first thing that strike my mind is that I should blog . I don’t know why. May be it will help someone who are in similar boring situation, or in a happiness mood to spread the same kind of joy to everyone,  or in a depression expecting some console from anyone, or else came across some nice thing in their way which they essentially wants to share.

Amudhamaai…….  Yes. In one of such conditions, I opened my account with josh and started to scribble bla bla bla bla bla…. And ended with a worthy less,  some meaningless script also, which was ultimately not posted for god’s sake. I told myself  you should need some experience. So, to start my mission blogging in terms of good vocabulary, interesting, expressive and of course impressive, I compelled myself to read books. I should say novels, classic or fiction, which is not my cup of tea actually. And in vain too.

Smile….Clitchkkkk……  Under this, I was about to tell how much I am fascinated by camera, the photography machine. I would say camera is the best invention by man. Thanks to the scientist… It does not show any kind of partiality. Smile, tear, anger, fear, shy, surprise…….  Photos bring the same thoughts as it was made, even sometimes same kind of situations fail. Those are the treasured memories. “hey, find me in this”, “so cute”, and lots of comments. It never missed to bring out the essence of its purpose……. With this I stopped….

Monophobia….. India, the second most populated country in the world. 1,170,938,000 – Total number of people in India. But I am suffering from monophobia, fear of being alone. I was brought up and still in an environment where you can see lot of people. Friends, relatives, strangers, acquaintances, roommates, sometimes enemies too. Scene is upside down nowadays. Packed inside a box covered with walls all the sides, completely separated from the outside environment (where you can see all happy faces within few steps), and also kept watched, glued to one place, making some manual  conversations to unknown people, without having any chances to make movements even for your eyes. This is my world as of now, which eventually lead to monophobia. Actually fear of getting monophobia…..dot.

Just crazy….. when I am waiting for 21 series or 6D buses, consecutively 27D n 12B s will be coming. But when I am waiting for 27D, 6D and 21 s will pass continuously. Every Friday evenings will be rocking. Every Monday mornings will be horrible. Not only for grownups, but also for small kids and the same rule applies to me. But as per nature, all days to same. She knows very well that I need to leave my place early so that I can reach for my work in time. In spite of knowing this, she will not make food available in time and continuously repeats the same for few days. I will make my mind to  scold her for this kind of activity, and think to shift my place,  she will be ready with all the needy things and will inquire “how is the food?”, “why are becoming lean nowadays?”,  “are you eating properly?”, with care. No other way I need to keep quiet. Life is just crazy because of weird people……over but not finished….

 I’ve finished all my writings without actually finishing it. May be lack of free flow of thoughts sometimes, lack of interest sometimes, lack of time sometimes, lack of inspiration sometimes. In the end, all these incomplete writings made me to complete my “mission blogging”. And here is my cup of tea, coffee or juice or whatever you call it as….:)