Guess who?

It was another hectic day at office. Came to room at 12:30 AM. Not getting sleep so thought of doing something. Recalling that I did not bathe that morning went inside my stinking bathroom… Towel on... As I switched on my 60 watt bulb it roared at me. Flickering. Was finally up n staring down on me… Took 1 min to eye my soap... Got into my birthday suit. As I turned my shower knob in the anti-clock wise direction felt myself playing in the rain. For a moment silence has overtaken me. Silence everywhere. I am completely blank as if am at the entrance gate of the heavens.

My roomy with his phenomenal snoring capability brought me back to life. Started breathing. Immediately turned my shower knob in the clock wise direction.

The next thing see… she was shouting… running scared …panic everywhere… fear in her eyes… shouting something.

Then I tried hard to listen to what she was saying. Could not understand what she was trying to convene gave 2 ear buds a grand funeral and tried even harder.

Then I heard her voice…
Asking me…. who are you? How do you know about me?......

I turned sideways. Went to the other room where my friends were sleeping to check on the stupid tricks they play on me. Poor music system has not got up yet. Gets up at 6:00 AM every morning to blow my eardrums into pieces which it loves the most. Don know what have I done to it in my “poorva janma” (previous birth). Then I went back to bathroom to check on the taps. They are quiet either.
That scared the shit out of me.

Came to my bed convincing myself that I was just mapping onto something… Almost got convinced ….Then I heard the voice again.
Oh god! Now she sat right next to me.

Never got scared that much I was closing……
Then I heard her ask who are you? How do you know about me?


It was one Sunday afternoon I was in my 8th standard came home after playing cricket. Those were the days I used to feel like doing something new…summer holidays. My mom a superb cook I have (I will) ever tasted done with her lunch prep. Then I immediately washed my hands to jump on to my favorite aloo curry and charu Annam (rasam rice). I have never listened to my mom saying take bathe after playing. As I was enjoying my lunch my eyes fell on her. That was the time I used to long for that language as if a venture capitalist recognizes a growing market. It was new. Used to sit n watch whatever our cable guys, those days no channels were there, telecast. They used to play movies all day but Hindi movies only once on Sunday afternoons.

It was not a movie I watched for her.
But she … right now beside me shouting….

I thought she was damn ugly and would be a one movie wonder. She with her weird dress sense, those tiger skinned, zebra … can’t name likes, used to make me breathe harder as I can’t stop blasting at something I don’t like.

Now if I see her I have to make myself pay a visit to bathroom... Best things I prefer doing thereJ

After that she acted in a lot of crap movies but what I expected of her did not happen. As affairs are not a thing on mars to “filmi log “she too had many.

Of them keshu kumar…
A chef, a martial arts man n above all a big flirt in the industry. He too came a along way since then …One another revelation for the industry now a days… with his comic timing… an actor to bank on for average returns… things don’t happen as we plan…
He moved on with another buxom babe I mean married her becoming damaad to a yester year “romantic king”. That episode ends there.

Then I looked at her straight into her eyes. Her eyes in every possible way trying to find the person who is bothering her… looking ither uther…. Then I realized that I am invisible to her. How exciting being invisible right…Invisible… had I been one I would have helped our Indian cricket team win the world cup. Cricket… what an exciting game. Aussies man they are immortal so perfected the game that no one can even come close to them. After the performance of our Indians in recent past, I started shifting my interest to tennis… reason sania mirza... No qualms about it…But to tell you one thing about my old muse… used to like those over hyped edge of the seat exciting commentaries…

Here comes boycute
Rather than his tongue in cheek talk, satirical on some n partial to some dadas it was his muse over her I wanted to bring in to picture to try n let figure her out?

Why all this? Coz she is still shouting at me…
Then recently she went overboard I mean overseas to be a part of a celebrity reality show. What the hell is that? Ok no future shock… let me explain it clearly

There is this show hosted by some stupid channel where celebrities… there is a catch … those who currently have nothing else to do but to appear in every n any show just to make money… ultimate desire… got to accept… she represented our country India(some how cant get over this)…even surprising was she won that n got goodies back home.

This time she is at the peak of her anger... I can see it in her….

After that winning she got herself back n could capitalize on some offers too. God never stops chastening, does he? Now the entire nation … Hindu fanatics are up against her act… what is it?
Mr. gayer - who after his so many romantic (being formal) encounters on screen got older. Don’t need any more I guess. Not that he chose but destiny planned so…, kissed her on stage in public. According to our Hindutva keepers, sacred guards of our culture, this displaying act of awareness was so displeasing that they wanted gayer to be extradited n wanted an apology from her….

Now that she is crying….
As I woke her up in the middle of her sleep, let alone made myself a responsible idiot to give her another blow on the wound shut down my system by publishing my next one