my debt to a kabuthar( pigeon)

i remember all those old stories in which one reads about pigeons,which were our ancient postal system..the kings used them,the warriors,the heers and ranjhas of those times so on and so forth and then our bollywood played an important role in reminding us of them....well all these flashes of introduction are for a simple reason...my elder sister and I wanted to relive this ancient..well it was a novel experience for me as i had written letters so far in 3 languages only for marks in school and that never was as exciting as this one...especially because i never had to stick a stamp on the envelope and drop it in the post box.

as for the experience for waiting for a letter(one which never reached)was also very rel.in short annoying.my sister called to tell that maybe her postman dint understand my handwriting,which is strange as i had received her letter which bore her handwriting

(which is akin to a pigeons's).she also introduced me to a new variety of speed post."stick a stamp of smaller denomination"she said.i wonder if the postman is a direct descendant of pigeon or if he were a pigeon in his last life,because for all i know the "speed post" i sent might also be lost if he cant read neat handwriting.i wish he has a course from a pigeon to know how to read envelopes and would be my debt to my kabuthar.

my eternal love..

As i grew up in this Bollywood crazy country,i soaked some of my ambiance..where one sees or rather hears cliché dialogs of main tumhare liye chand thod launga..(literally..ill break the moon for you..)everyday,which sounds silly but Juliet still fell for the road romeo for these dialogs.oh even i occasionally believe in werewolves on full moons,friendly vampires,knights in shining armors and unicorns...but presently as i grow up,these knights in armors are turning to be vampires(only less charming than edward cullen)...as one tries to convey his/her thoughts of this so called love across to their beloved,i see this effect of Bollywood in their lives... it brings back the fond memories of those iron particles going hey-wire due to the effect of a magnet(thier near future)and of the old man in the salon giving his customer a center shock hairstyle(their mental condition after the gloss fades away,like toms love for jerry)....i believe that a day will come when opposites will repel and likes will attract,so unlike my magnet's nature,and i wish to its reaction....

i vividly remember jai(imran khan) telling simran(sonam kapoor)"yeh sab tumhare un stupid filmon k wajah se hua hai"(all this has happened because of your stupid films) and i so agree with the title"i hate love stories"(when its meaningless)

eppo kallambarengo?(when are u leaving?)

one simple journey started when my aunt and i wanted to visit another aunt of mine in Bangaluru.the day being the day the country's most awaited and hyped verdict was to be given,the Ayodhya verdict to be precise.the sensational hype created by the nation by giving early leaves to all working bodies to avoid any kind of violence was amazing.

everyone at my place was glued to the television anticipating the verdict.the chatter by the reporter being echoed by my grandpa...eppo kallambarengo?!you will be in trouble if you delay your departure......

my frantic aunt from bangaluru calling to inquire...are you coming?eppo kallambarengo?

my parents getting tensed by the moment...meanwhile 'iron leg'(my nick name which has nothing to do with my leg more of my luck of always reaching late during a journey)was packing few snacks in anticipation of the combined effect of my luck and the verdict's after effect.

though with all the hype we were blessed to have got empty busses on time(those who have travelled with luggage on the rush hour buses would agree) and reached the station early enough to see all the passengers of our train with ample time to spare to check out the whole station.

with nothing to do my aunt and i chat and slowly board our train.our bay mainly consisting of ladies,we chit chat about all thing including the 'verdict' and time flew.ironically we reached out destination on the dot.andf life seemed better if not normal.

a coolie haggling with all his worth and an old couple not giving an inch,famalies reaching out to each other,enthusiastic friends calling each other,the auto wallahs nagging elli hogidhira..auto beka...life seemed normal..as good as any other day and there i pause for a second and wished to ask all the sensation creating news channels who try to provoke a peaceful nation "EPPO KALLAMBARENGO?"