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...

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 ...

              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...

                         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 do...

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 j...

                                               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 m...