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As the ice made a cracking sound in his wine glass…and amidst the singing of an old classic of Rafi Saab whose words went this way..”Main Zindagi Ka Saath Nibhata Chalagaya”.. the now not so famous pub Zinga was not as crowded as it would be on the weekends..it was still occupied by retired men who often told stories of their ambitions and achievements..with a heavy pair of spectacles planted on his forehead he looked up at the paper infront of him and shut his eyes..

It was 11 in the morning and Anirudh hadn yet come for the final session of script writing..As the door moved apart..he came in with a satisfying smile on his face..and very soon his assistant and best friend  Vishwas knew that Anirudh had the climax of the script ready in his head..and writing it was only a mere formality..this mere formality ate up whole of the afternoon and evening that is because Anirudh was very particular about this story he was writing..His cell kept ringing and beeping but he never bothered to distract himself from the work he was doing.At around 9, the session was over and finally the he had a looked at his cell where he had a list of missed calls and messages stating..Where u? when u coming? Are we meeting today? Der? U der? Why not picking up??Reply back asap!!!As soon as he pressed the green button of his cellphone he knew the explanation had to be a near perfect one..so perfect that he would be able to pull off a sorry for not wishing his lady love Aisha on his birthday..Its true they were dating from about 4 years..but still what made them come so close to each other was the trust they had on each other..And yeah everyone around knew that this was a perfect match..He a young dashing promising movie maker and she a soon to be marketing and advertising executive.

Just after the script had been completed the big meet was on cards..meet with the producers..Anirudh knew that if this story excited his producers to back him up fully then there was no stopping  for him..His maiden venture into direction after years of theatre would be a magnum opus in itself..he could also sign the best of stars to act..best musician and infact look out for the kind of locations he wanted for his movie..With his amazing sense of film-making and art of convincing  he was able to sign of a deal with the producers for more budget than actually needed..but it had a catch..they were very particular about the release date of the movie..As the producers followed a host of numerologists and tarot card readers, they absolutely had no mercy if the release date of the movie was changed..Anirudh assured them that he himself was a man on time who wanted his movie no to get stale with extension of each release date..he had seen best of movies tumble for the same reason…He told them, “I am ambitious..and completing it is my passion” as they dispersed for a session of drinks.

Following weekend Anirudh spent with Aisha..they always had the kind of conversations which came down to simplicity, professionalism, competition, humanity, relations and of course ambitions!At the end of the day they still knew that their commitment towards their relation never had any bruises on it..From their early graduation days where he scripted and directed college plays and she danced to the latest beats..they knew wat exactly they wanted from life…She had stood beside him during the days where he was almost jobless..roamed around the studios with his ideas and stories..at the end of the day came back to her frustrated..tired..more over depressed in life..he too had given her life a new whiff of air with his presence..if not anyone in this world..he knew exactly what would make her happy when she was sad..what would make her calm down if she s angry and what to do if she just felt left out sometimes…with the period of time their relation had grown..and thus come to this day when she was waiting for her studies to get over and he for his dream project to work out just well.

Soon Anirudh  had to leave the city for his film shoot..Aisha did come to bid adieu but she had promised to herself not to make her eyes moist in front of everyone..she just hugged him before he left..left to make his movie..realize his dream..more over chase his ambitions of life.

Film shoot started off fine with his assistant friend Vishwas making everything just perfect.During the shoot Anirudh would hardly eat or sleep..he used to keep looking at the rushes..rewriting the dialogues..if not anything sharing his famous love story of how he and Aisha were almost caught in a restaurant by her father once in their college days!One afternoon while shooting Vishwas came to Anirudh  to tell him that recession had lashed its fangs at the entertainment industry too…with producers who also were active at the share markets losing money in loads..they were all set to remove a considerable amount of money from the decided deal..Which only meant Anirudh needed to find producer who could fill that void for him..as he had already planned a 3 month long stint of film shooting with all glamour and glitz sets.

That night he had a conversation  with Aisha on phone..on how grave the problem was..Immediately after that Vishwas came to his room and told him how he could do his best in this matter..Vishwas was the son of a wealthy steel factory owner who had joined film-making because he found offices and clock ticks from 9 to 5 too boring in life..Some how if he convinced his father who was a shrewd business man..all problems would be put at bay..Anirudh agreed to the solution and soon Vishwas came back with the happy news..But there was one small trade off here too..Vishwas’ father had right to intervene in everything except the content and quality of the movie..What more than a large share interest can he ask for..thought Anirudh..and continued his movie shoot…During the shoot once Aisha called him up to tell that had taken up a job at an advertising agency as its consultant in media section.They both felt like meeting up and celebrating but he was too pushed for time now..had to complete the movie in time for post production and editing.

After 2 months of no contact with Aisha , Anirudh and his team returned back to the city with the first editable print of his dream.Now the next step of advertising and marketing was the main cue…On a Thursday evening Anirudh got a call from a premier advertising firm which the now executive producer his best friend s father had suggested them that they were not interested in promoting his movie.They declared some fundamental policy issues as their reason…here s where Vishwas’ dad creeped in..he informed that he would continue investing for post production and promotion only if the advertising was done by the company which had rejected the deal..as it was the best..Little did Anirudh know that dirty business politics was being played making his dream the pawn…The alternative ad company was run by rivals of Vishwas’ company..so if they would lose this deal, they would be under heavy loss as the primary deal was finalized long back with it…The following day Anirudh went to meet the officials incharge of the ad company which had rejected the deal…He was amazed to see a confident Aisha sitting on the consultant s desk who would now be talking to Anirudh..Without much hesitation she said “ Mr.Anirudh…I am trying my best to convince our directors but they don’t want any risk over this issue..”..They soon broke down the formal barriers and started talking normally..ofcourse he knew how to win her back..knowing she was annoyed with him for not being in touch…Finally knowing the problem Anirudh had , she agreed to get him this deal somehow..When the other advertising company with whom the deal was called off, came to know of a young consultant who was just snatching the deal away from them.the were searching for means to stump the whole deal..But they did not know that scaring the producers would withdraw Anirudh had also bribed the directors of the ad agency..Aisha had warned him from doing so as she was sure she could get him this deal by fair means..but this was Anirudh s ambition..his dream..he couldn risk it…Unaware of all this dirt, Vishwas was on his editing job along with dubbing schedules..the media just provided more hype to fight between two ad moghuls rather than the movie and its storyline…Finally the movie was ready with its first print and time had come now to give it to Aisha s ad agency who would now look at the movie and think out ways to promote the movie..That evening Anirudh and Vishwas went together to Aisha s office and handed over the print..She told him, she would be free in an hour and so he could pick her up and take her out for dinner as promised by him.Both Anirudh and Vishwas waited in a coffee shop nearby watching a news channel and talking about how market was now expected to boom..After his fourth sip of hot expresso..Anirudh saw the TV which was now showing a building going down to flames..He was shocked when he realized that it was Aisha s office building which was sprouting flames from all sides..

In the hospital Anirudh sat beside Aisha who had suffered 40% burns on her body..by now he had come to know the rivalry between agencys had been responsible and in this fire;  his dream, his movie print had been stolen and news was that it had been leaked online for free..What he wished now was his relation to survive after his ambition had been out in flames..which had also burnt his relation…The rival agency in wake of their loss had ruined his whole life..After a week Aisha was now fit to walk around and discharged from the hospital..Anirudh told Aisha that he had found a job a job for himself at the film institute in another country and so would be joining there after their marriage..Vishwas was nowhere to be found in this whole mishap..Anirudh wondered what had happen to him..He tried going to his house a few times but never managed to see him..That weekend both of them got married and shifted to the quarters given to him by the institute…No one knew where Anirudh and Aisha had gone..they had kept the whole thing a secret between themselves..Even the media was quite surprised as where the young director and his girl friend had fled…The news slowly shifted from the first to second page..second to third and then was lost one day in numerous similar stories.

As Anirudh opened his eyes and stared at the paper which had his friend Vishwas’ acceptance speech at an award function which had concluded recently for having won the best director award…Vishwas in his speech had mentioned about his search for Anirudh..about how his father had him sent off to far off place for a business deal just after the fire incident..and how he could not meet Anirudh later in his life…Anirudh had not seen the movie still which had won his best friend and award….he had only heard from his students that movie talked about “Ambitions in a person’s life…very same Ambition!!”

Ashwath

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It just happen!!!!

Posted: October 6, 2009 in Stories

“3 for 150”..”3 for 150”..screamed a face which was almost covered by the crowd around him..His voice grew stronger with increase in number of customers at his stall which was located on the roadside.Aryan was amazed to see the whole lane lit of the Mehendi bazaar.It was the eve of last day before Ramzan.Every business in that lane looked to make the most profitable sales on this eve.And yes it could all be seen with a number of discounts and free offers.Add to this the roadside vendors were offering goods at throw away prozes.Aryan was accompanied by his Eeshaan who lived across Mehendi bazaar.”Every year this sight is the most that I love”,said Eeshaan.”Its not that we don’t celebrate other festivals;but this evening has its own significance.Today everyone from the family steps out to buy things for themselves.Be it a kurta or salwaar,dry fruit or shewayya for the surkumba,everything is bought with so much enthusiasm”.”Ya I am seeing it for the first time and trust me Eeshaan I am simply amazed by this sight;look at that old man selling those perfumes,looks like he wants to fill city with fragrance with all those perfumes in the glittering colourful bottles around him,even look at your fren Farhaan in his cloth shop;he s looking as cheerful as ever shoeing all the customers the best pieces of cloth he has.If I would have missed today,guess I would have really missed.Thanks to your bike which broke down and you had a SOS to me to pick you up from here”.

Aryan and Eeshaan were not exactly the best of frenz exactly a year ago.Infact both almost sported radical ideas in their approach towards life and their religion.Both were in the same college during their technical graduation course.And after a particular incident where Aryan had saved Eeshaan from getting suspended from the college they came close to each other.But this closeness too was cut short as Aryan had to leave to Mumbai for his post graduation course and Eeshaan stayed back in his city to join his Abba s grinding machine industry.But often during their vacations they would meet up and hang out together.This day too was one of those days where Eeshaan s bike had choked and best person he could ask for help was Aryan whom he was supposed to meet after an hour.Now both of them were walking through Mehendi Bazaar which was synonymous to “Anarkali bazaar” in Pakistan.It was filled with articles like bangles,bindis,exotic perfumes and this day was the best day to be there.

The street was crowded fully and there was little place was anyone to walk through comfortably.”I will just tell Ghani chacha to send someone from his garage to pick my bike from my house and repair;meanwhile you keep walking down I ll join you”,said Eeshaan.After a few steps Aryan could see the cops putting divider boards in the middle of the road.This was normally done to keep an eye on everyone on the street;it helped them in monitoring.So people on the road were pushed to the end of the road on either sides.Before he could make himself ready for the rapid shifting that was being done the cops pushed him on one side .He stepped on the plastic sheet on the road thus losing his balance he crashed into a person wearing a jet black burkha.His forehead collided with her left shoulder.She suddenly turned towards him.All he could see was lit up eyes behind the face covered burkha ,which were looking at him with anger as if he had done the act with all “Noble” intentions.Aryan exclaimed,”sorry sorry I jus lost my balance.Looking at his face which almost turned white with the fear for getting hit by people for misbehaving with a girl wrinkles appeared beside her eyes looking at which he understood she had smiled and a smile meant she had not taken him in the wrong way.But there were larger problems ahead.The street grew closer to a bottle neck which meant it was a single line through which both of them had walk one behind the other ;and to add to all this chaos the pushing of people from behind reminded Aryan of Mumbai locals.Inspite of the jerks from the people behind him Aryan kept distance from her nota allowing his body to touch even a bit.In the 5 minute walk to the end of the street the gal was amazed to see how this guy behind her kept a distance from her. He kept his eyes on her looking that she was walking safe.When the end of the street came and she passed the bottleneck channel she turned behind and looked at him.”Shukriya”,she said in possibly the sweetest voice he had ever heard.He just kept looking at those eyes and in few moments he was lost in them.The girl took a left walked away into the crowd.Just then he heard a voice which was calling him from far end of the road.It was Eeshaan who was standing outside the Kurta Store.Aryan moved towards store where Eashaan was looking at best kurtas in the whole of the bazaar.Try helping me to pick one,he said.Reluctantly Aryan started looking at the kurtas kept on the table.In his mind he still was lost in those eyes and word shukriya echoed on all four sides.Just then he heard,”Give that cream kurta which has a black lining on the front end”.Yes it was the same voice which was echoing in his mind from past few minutes.Again all he could do was look at those eyes trying to know what was so special about them.”Now Aryan will you pick one for me, I am really getting late”,Eeshaan said.”Give me that cream kurta which has a black lining on the front end”,Aryan asked person who was showing them kurtas in that table.Eeshaan exclaimed”I already have 3 of that colour,don’t want to buy one more of that colour.”.Its for me replied Aryan.You can buy any colour you want.”Oh k “said Eeshaan stuffed a black kurta in the shopkeepers hand and said “Pack it soon”.Meanwhile Aryan kept looking at the girl who was at the cash counter paying the bill.Eeshaan called out”Oye Mr.Aryan; come here and pay for your kurta.”Till Aryan and Eeshaan reached the counter the girl had gone.Soon after dropping Eeshaan home,he reminded Aryan “Ammi has asked you to come home tomorrow by 12 for lunch.Dont be late you ll miss out on the sweet which you like so much.”Aryan nodded and left.To say,he was simple lost in the “shukriya world”.

On the festive day Aryan arrived at Eeshaan s place wearing the brand new kurta he had purchased the previous day.He came in and greeted Eeshaan and his parents who were waiting for him.They all knew him as the guy who had saved Eeshaan from suspension.Both of them had the delicious surkumba which was served in large steel bowls by Eeshaan s mother.Four bowls of sweet and Aryan had his tummy filled to the limit.Then soon both of them moved to Eeshaan s room where they were all eager to watch the India Australia cricket match which was being played in Eden Gardens Kolkata.India had won the toss and decided to bat first.Like all Indians who s adrenaline pumps when Sachin faces Lee same was the case with both Eesh and Aryan.Just 2 overs into the match and both the openers Sachin and Sehwag had started blasting Aussie pacemen all over the park.Both frenz were jumping and shouting around as if they themselves were in Kolkata stands.Soon there was a knock at the window of the room.Eeshaan moved and opened the window.”Can you please stop shouting and lower the volume Eeshaan; I have my exams tomorrow” came the voice.Aryan too looked at the window pane only to synchronize the voice and shimmering eyes of the previous evening.He tried his best to reach the window to see who was it.Just before he reached the pane Eesh shut it and again all that Aryan could see were those black eyes which had looped him the previous evening.Suddenly he acted all normal and asked Eeshaan,”Who is that gal? Never seen her before around?”…She s Afreen.Our distant relative from Ahmedabad.During the riots she lost her father and few months back she moved here with her mother to the house above.Her mother works in a bank and she is giving her B.Ed exams externally.With all relatives here her mother finds our city safe it seems.She keeps telling that one final job she ll finish off and stay peaceful all her life in our neighborhood.Anyways why waste time talking about them lets just enjoy Sachin keep these arrogant aussies at bay.

Soon after India s innings was over Aryan had to leave;but one thing kept troubling him.The face which had made him almost restless had just eluded him by a moment today.He came out of the house and as soon as he kicked to started his bike,he s leg slipped off the kick bar and it rebounded.”Oh Shit Oh shit”..shouted Aryan in pain.Soon then he heard a laugh from the balcony above the house.He could see a fair girl with curled earrings long hair let down standing and laughing out loud.She had worn a sky blue salwar which was of lucknowi material.And yes those were the same eyes which he was thinking about all through.Her beauty made him still for a few seconds.He stood there looking at her laugh with a smile of “cute boy” on his face.After this brief beauty encounter he started his bike and moved.All through the way he kept smiling at himself.He was smitten by Afreen s beauty.Only thing he could see around him was her face and hear was her laughter.Soon he talked to himself and said..It just happen.

That day in the evening he had to get back to Mumbai.As he got into the bus and sat after bidding a good bye to his parents he started dreaming about the girl.He did not know what she had done to him, but everything he saw,thought,felt was she around him.Even after reaching Mumbai,he would often go dazed and lost in his class.Th guy who was hyperactive in all activities was found wandering alone in canteen and corridors.He kept telling his frenz about the whole incident with Afreen,the gal who had stolen his heart.He kept repeating the episode again and again to his frenz.Being a great artist himself he had drawn several sketches of her face.Infact in a sketch he had shown her face in different moods.Soon he was famous as “Lover Boy “in his college.All he talked was about Afreen;but everyone wondered…this guy hasn talked to her,spent time with her…still he s so much into her.Barely a month later Aryan had almost prepared himself to go to his hometown and meet her and tell her how much he loves her.Being strong and as practical as possible he was also ready to give her time if she wanted  for the reply.

He reached his city and soon drove his bike that morning right to the street adjacent to her house and walked.As he walked he saw Eeshaan step out of his house.”Hey Aryan..suprise surprise..how come you here..at this time…today!!!”Aryan wasn prepared to answer all these questions.He soon took Eeshaan to the play ground nearby and told him his love story.For a second Eeshaan was shocked to core, he couldn believe the most practical and sensible guy of his college could go crazy on gal whom he had just seen once.After Aryan was done he spoke” I think you should go back to Mumbai and not waste any more time on this.”Aryan questioned” Why u sayin so”..whats the issue tell me..i know she and me are from different religion but I can convince both our parents if she agrees.”…Theres no question of bloody convincing anyone..just forget it…eeshaan shouted.

After the storm calmed down Eesh sat beside Aryan and told what all had happen..

Afreen s marriage was fixed to an accountant in Eeshaan s company.But one of the guys working in Ghani chacha s garage had a thing for her.He kept following her everywhere she went in the city.He also had approached her but she had clearly denied any talk with him.That guy was one of those slimy uneducated uncouth people staying in the same street as she.As soon as he came to know about Afreen s marriage he went wild.He and his frenz beat her groom a week before marriage and threatened him not to marry Afreen.Groom refused to marry stating his reason as he had seen Afreen and the guy going around the city.This brought down her image in the entire society.Everyone started cursing her and often those garage guys used to comment cheap on her.So one day morning her mother couldn find her in house.On her bed was a letter folded inwards.Afreen had left the city and fled.She had written that she couldn take flak she received from the society and even her mother wasn capable of supporting her.So she had applied for a job and fortunately she had got it.She had left all of us and just gone away.Her mother still awaits a letter from Afreen about here whereabouts.After that I also found my scrapbook missing.I thought she would atleast contact me..but no news yet.Just hope she is safe.Anyways Aryan I think you have a great future mate don’t let it go.Get back to Mumbai and concentrate on your studies.

Aryan came back to Mumbai very next day.The moment he came into his room he burst out into tears.He had he sketches all over his room.He could feel wat the girl would have undergone after everything happen to her.Whole nite he kept sobbing in his bed without opening the door of his room for an entire day.Next day he decided to get over it and begin his life in a much better and strong way.He looked at his in the mirror ;he s eyes were bulged and looked weak.He got ready and  stepped outside his room and walked into the crowd moving towards his college.He was just as normal as he was when he had joined the college.A month passed by and it was time for the college annual fest.Aryan was incharge of the whole fest.He used to leave his room early and get back late.One evening when he came back to his room he found a box lying outside the door.It was wrapped with a red paper and seemed heavy.He immediately opened the cover and found a round glazed mug which was had words written on it..”To someone who always cared for someone from the someone was cared “..also written was the address of the sender..It read Miss.Afreen Teacher  Indian High School Bandra Mumbai…Very next day in the morning he took a bus to Bandra  with a bag which had all her sketches in it and most importantly he had worn THE KURTA from where it had all begun!!!

ashwath

As his cell backlight lit he with utmost anxiety pressed the read button to see wat was her reply.It wasn the case that he feared rejection but being quite a person who liked things tro go smoothly rather perfectly he hoped that reply would come something as he expected.He suddenly flipped he s cell reverse and once again went through all those moments he had lived with her..thought not really lived..but some imagined..some felt and some which he just spent with her on cyberspace…

Aakash layed back in his bed stepped down the memory lane recalling his first meet with Amrita..which was much of disarray owing to his professional attitude for which some pple around him loved him for.It was about a discussion for his college s cultural day celebrations and he being a coordinater was quite a bit stern on getting jobs meticulously done by his juniors and yeah she was one..After few words of sounding like THE SENIOR around the meet was over and jobs wre distributed..there was a month lay off for festival celebration getting back was the event.Not that he noticed her too well..but definitely his attitude wasn suppossed to be taken in the best of ways by her..

A month passed off and time of the event came and here he was carefully observing the practices which wre on full swing..A small mistake and he would burst out at pple responsible for that..he also burst out at her group..that was pretty loud and came from within..none of his juniors had ever seen him as ferocious as this..”where are the bloody expressions he screamed”;after the dance was over.things calmed down gradually and practices continued..

how far can cyberspace be in introducing pple and gettin to know each other well..yeah till now he was just a random senior to her and was the same..He came from a distant place in northern India and she was from glam city Mumbai…so the ice never broke for either of them as a formal introduction..till then they were bound by the cyber space and finally talks began…they varied from being a selfless youth to an ambitious student of life and its practicalities.

Their conversations would always be focussed at two different views both of them held.The chat would be filled with examples both of them would have in everyday life and end in a stalemate.But again wat was best about these chats was that later when both of them would be alone they would think as how each others perspectives are perfectly justified in their particular life and would also increase the respect for each other..not in chats but only in their minds and hearts!!!!Kind of understanding that grew between them was something both of them never expected…

One day while chattin online..Aakash as usual was multi-taskin…he was talkin about 4 different topics to 4 diffi pple..thats when he accidently sent a msg to amrita which was suppossed to be sent to someone else..the msg said “As a girl you were rite in your place..as a guy i m rite..so wat is the prob”…this msg was actually adressed to his cousin as they discussin about restrictions in their house..but the misdirected msg exactly carried a different meanin n msg to Amrita…jus when he tried to re-correct himself..he s connection to the internet was lost…he tried to send her a SMS..but it was past 12 on 31st day..so he had lost his balance  of his cell fone also..whole nite he kept thinkin the way the msg would have been percieved by her..wat would be her reaction…But somewhere he knew wat he never could do with intentions..he had just done tat!!!though he couldn digest that fact…for the next 2 days.he didn reply any of her msgs..which seeked explaination as why he wasn replyin…but again he was in confusion as which would be the best explaination…all these times he started missin her!!coz whenever he thought of sharin the smallest of happy news..he had none…he didn have clue where he s life was headin to..was confused to core..

but somewhere at the back of his mind he new it was the time for him to build on his ambitions…dreams..which he had seen write from the time he had come to the silicon valley…so he decided to clear the void that had been created due to his “no response” attitude…so he sent a msg to her tellin wat all he had undergone and how exactly he knew wat he wanted from life…and yeah he waited for the reply!!!!

jus then he received a msg from her..it said..”Dude..come online..loads of things to tell u”

the coarse of life!!!

Posted: July 10, 2008 in Stories, wat i ve seen!!!

one of the excerpts from my diary… even now when i read it i feel pretty much in those days itself!!check out…the_coarse_of_life

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