Imperfect Love Story

Old Delhi railway station never looked so beautiful. I had my semester exams after 36 hours, and I had not slept since past 36 hours. The entire electrons in my body were violating the basic law of atomic physics. They were in the outermost orbit, all of them. I had never felt more alive than today. And all of these were, because I got a text message, a couple of hours ago.

“Hi
Going to Jaipur via Delhi…
Just boarded Rajdhani…
B-6”

20 more hours to go… Could not wait at home…What if there happens a vehicle strike. What if I fall asleep and never wake up. 20 hours is nothing. I have waited 7 years.

7 years must have changed a lot of things. Let me close my eyes. Let me picture, how she would look. What she will be wearing. Blue was her favorite color. But she looked divine when she wore white. And that 440 volt smile in her entire face. Those ever twinkling eye would be absolutely ethereal.

Does she still remember those crazy moments and those silly fights, which always gave us a reason to like each other? All the time spent beneath the trees, disputing, agreeing, bullying…growing up in love. I remember every bit of it, every single minute detail…

10 more hours to go…Someone has come here with a bouquet, may be to receive his regular wife. Why the hell I haven’t brought anything for her. She likes public display of affection. Oh God she will speak nonstop, about nothing. Why the hell the gap between the two trains is only 4 hours. I want to listen to her nonstop. I can do this for my entire life.

Why the hell, even Rajdhani Express has to be late for 4 hours.

The cacophony of one siren brings my heartbeat to maximum. The jostling and bustling seem so immaterial. Why can’t I move my feet. Why does everything seem to move in slow motion? Why there are so many people in this world. I must make sure I am in front of B-6.

There she stands in all her glorious pink. I look into her eyes…deep, very deep. She does not smile. She does not even say any socially accepted greetings. Why the hell I am not saying anything. She has applied ‘kajal’ in those already beautiful eyes. How come her face is almost expressionless? Or may be, I don’t know, what this particular type of expression is called.

Another siren brings my heartbeat almost to a stop. I rush to take her luggage; we both run to another platform…another train…perhaps another 7 years.

Why the hell is she still silent? She takes out a gift from her bag for me. It’s a watch…like the one shown in Rang De Basanti. I look at it, with clinical detail. The train starts moving. Oh God, my vision has blurred. I look up to see. A teardrop falls from her eyes. And finally she speaks.

“I love you.”

The train moves…far away from my gaze. I look up in the sky and speak, almost silently.

“I love you too.”

Bhookh Hadtaal Till Death

Baba Ramdev is more popular than Facebook these days...!

Reason: He does not want to eat.

This reminds me of my own childhood days. Whenever I needed to get approval for some of my illegal expenses or wishful demands, this was the easiest weapon. Just refuse to eat or drink anything. Sooner or later the demand was met with. Oh those were the days. But I guess I could not milk those days properly. I should have asked for much valuable things. I wasted all my trials in silly ice candies, chocolates or video games, while I could have asked for land property, a flat or a bride.

But no worries...Now I have the government of India to fulfill my demands, which is much more powerful and richer compared to my parents. Now I can ask for real big things.

Thus here is my list of demands which has to be satisfied within 24 hours as per any standard quartz based clock, failing which I will obviously go on a hunger strike undo death.

1. I want all my white money back, which I have lost throughout my life either due to pick pocketing of my wallet, stolen by a thief or being deliberately given to the corrupt officials in order to gain some favor from them. Also in the same line, I want all the persons responsible for stealing my money to be traced, arrested and sentenced for life imprisonment.

2.Sanskrit should be accepted as the official and national language of India. Facebook should be redesigned in Sanskrit. In the same line, all the programming languages like C, C++, and Java etc should be rewritten in Sanskrit. Companies like Microsoft and Adobe should be banned to sell their products in India unless they release their software in Sanskrit. All Bollywood movies should be made in Sanskrit only. Anyone who cannot communicate properly in Sanskrit should be treated as an outsider and later on should be considered as a traitor.

3.All notes below the denomination of Rs. 500/- should be banned. This will encourage people to give more and more money to the beggars, as they will not be having any chillars left with them. This will also help in transferring the black money from the rich to the poor. And the most important thing. All currency notes should have my photo on one side and my photo with my girlfriend on the other side. The currency note should be a symbol of youth, not old age baldness.

4. All the persons responsible for corruption in the country should be traced, arrested and sentenced to life imprisonment.

My earnest request to the countrymen is to support me in this national cause. My appeal to my disciples is to join me in large numbers in the hunger strike undo death and make it a success, so that I get popular and bag more and more brands to endorse.

PS: Any political party who want to cash on my hunger strike as their agenda to curb the ruling government in the name of corruption can contact me through my Gmail account.