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Podcast - Bus Kahani Hai

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T his post is dedicated to introducing my Podcast - Bus Kahani Hai . I have made this podcast with an intention to connect to people through my voice. This is not only a means of sharing my views and stories with the world but is also a medium to talk to myself.   A podcast is a good medium to connect with people as it does not demand the attention of your eyes; all it wants from you is to lend your ears. Often when you are commuting on a bus or in a metro, listening to a podcast can be a great idea: All you need is an earphone and bingo! My Podcast - Bus Kahani Hai has a Trailer as an introduction and episodes that are published from time to time. All the episodes so far have been archived below with dedicated links for one-click listening. Also, it is my humble request to leave your valuable feedback and comments on this post or on my  Instagram page   https://www.instagram.com/neoimaginations/     Twitter handle  Bus Kahani Hai              Latest Episodes Episode 4 : Khidki Ke Baa
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From How we met to How we Lost.

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This post is a part of  Write Over the Weekend , an initiative for  Indian Bloggers  by BlogAdda . "Thanking blogAdda for giving me the opportunity to write about someone who was more than a friend. Linking you gives me the link to every good friend I have in my life today." The winters of 1999 will always remain deep etched in the chapters of my life. I joined the new KV Bangalore Jalahalli East in the middle of the academic year. The first day in the class and i felt isolated and secluded. Somehow attended the eight periods before the bell rang for the " Go home" signal. He approached me and inquired where i stayed. Fortunately we happened to stay in the same locality. So he asked me to join him for way back home. He had a short cut for everything. Even for his long name Venkatesh as Venky . I joined him instantly. The short cut passed through a forest area that was very dense and serene in itself. We enjoyed the half n hour walk talking about school
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At Last She.....

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Harish and Tejas came to Bangalore  together when they got a placement in Neosys Software company through college campus recruitment. Being school time buddies they decided to stay together at a rented flat. Harish was subtle and usually calm but Tejas was kind of a rocKSTar fellow who always used to be cool dude types. Though both friends were poles apart but were close and extremely fond of each other. A handsome job at 22 years of age and a city like Bangalore was a reason enough for them to add the word girlfriend to the list '" I WANT".                               One evening as Harish entered the flat he saw Tejas completely lost in his laptop screen.  "What the hell makes you stick to your laptop after a day long work with the same machine in the office?", Enquired  Harish. "Dude I am chatting with a girl that too from Bangalore. Her name is Sandhya.  Finally i will not have to sit at home on weekends and   cook for you. " Re
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A Walk to Remember.

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              The board examinations just got over and me being a book worm had nothing to do better. During the examination time, i kept convincing myself to burn nights at the pretext that i would sleep endlessly for days. But sooner the exams got over my lost sleeps too did not knock the door. TV did the best distractions all through the exams but after the tempest, it too had nothing to offer. Completely bored to death i walked to a friend staying nearby, named Nikhil (SRK look alike).  Nikhil was a casual secret smoker. As i reached him that late afternoon, we went to a grocery shop nearby. He bought a cigarette for himself and a chewing gum for me. I had a Rs 10 note in my pocket and with that we both started walking the adjacent railway track behind the grocery shop. It was almost 5 pm and quite shady. I dont remember how long we walked that day because we were so much lost in our own conversations about girls and prospective careers.                                
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The Executive Beggar

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                         Bangalore was just 20 miles away and train stopped at an unknown Railway station near Whitefield area. He an unknown man, who was watching and observing me for quite some time now came to me. Without wasting a second he asked me the time and started the conversation that follows. He : This train will not start in another 15 mins also. Me:  (Just nodded) Guess so! He: Where are you coming from ? Me: New Delhi. He: Very far indeed. Must be really tired. Me: Hmm... He: What is your name ? Are you from Bangalore ? Me: (Lied) I am Peter Parker.  He: Oh ! A Christian. Me too. James  Me: (with a smile ) Good.         ( I know if i had told him my name as Ehsaan, he would have told me he is Qureshi and a Muslim.) He: I was on my way to Mumbai and damn lost my purse. My cell phone also got stolen.       If you don't mind please help me with Rs 100/- please. Me: (with a smile) Sorry but i have been fooled enough with this same
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The born Nomad.

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The born Nomad.                                                       When I see my life-style and movements that I make over a year, I feel I am Nomadic.I live over a place habituate the people around, develop strong bonds and then move off to a new place or my previous places to start afresh. I feel I m a part of their life, their problems and their association even long after I have left the places. Today is one such moment. My stay in Bangalore this time was for a week. But i feel i lived ages for these countable days.  I got to the missing links that were created due to my absence for a period of time. Now am almost on the same wavelength but at the same moment its time for me to switch over my place. I hate this transition of mind that i have been doing over years although i have developed myself at this art. I somehow love my train journeys for this reason, as it gives me good length of time for this mental transition. I would come across people, places, languages, food
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Taxi Driver

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                                               It’s a story of a taxi driver whom I met while commuting from Bandra terminus to Kurla Railway Station in Mumbai (I still call it Bombay sometimes). After my train Ranakpur Express left me at Bandra   Terminus I was in a hurry to reach Kurla Railway Station for my onward journey to Bangalore (namma bengaluru) my home.  As I moved to the exit way on the Bandra terminus I saw him in a crowd vying for his customers amongst his peers. Unlike others he wasn’t loud and audacious. He was subtle, content and cheerful. I made my way towards him. We settled for an appropriate fare and he parked my luggage with oblige. On a smooth day it’s half an hour drive with moderate traffic as I know very less of Mumbai.  As we started moving from Bandra terminus he started with a conversation and asked me questions about my profession and salary. I briefly answered him and changed the topic as I normally do on such occasions.  I don’t know
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