Neo Imaginations

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 sch...

Every morning I switch on my TV to see News but all am given is S TV (   Sreesanth TV). Sreesanth bowling in slow motion action replay with a red circle on his waist highlighting the tool of spot fixing aka towel . The towel company losing million dollar business for not branding it broadly to  make the brand name legible on camera. Poor guys never knew Sreesanth would endorse it free of cost at the cost of marring his own cricketing career.                                   Female models doing compromising deals and also doing compromising positions, bookies using nick names, Dawood  of D Company once again making headlines without much evidence and phone taps. Delhi Police doing a perfect commendable case cracking .TRP s for IPL 6 shooting ever high with common man watching the news of IPL all day and joining back his TV set for IPL matches in the evening. Prime mini...

I am for you and you are for me, we knew this right from the first day of our formal interaction. At this crucial stage of life I am 6000 miles away from you but its my call and i don't have a choice. Sorry for i m not with you. Even more sorry for the reason that your people and my people are not there with you. It was supposed to be like this but we have the art of survival and that too a happy one so we will sail until we reach the destiny of togetherness. Its just a testing time and we ll have some more to sail through. One day on the horizon we ll see a sun as bright as our hopes and a moon as calm as our patience. That day the day will be more bright and the night little more cool. I have a faith, a faith that is unconditional, just like our love.                                          ---- Dedicated to my sweet wife surviving in the summer of India.