Love Letters

I really love to write letters. I always prefer a mail than an Email. This is just one of the many thousand letters I've written to different people in my life. I just thought this might turn as a good content for my blog. The idea got into my head lately and I dont have copies of any of the previous letters written by me. However, I promise after today, I'll save a copy of each and every letter and post it here...

This one I wrote to a girl (my cousin) who loves me and still hates me...May be the last letter I'll ever write to her...

Hi Sipi,

I hope you're fine.

Thanks for everything that you and your family bestowed up on me. There will be some special moments which I can never forget in my life...I really loved playing around with Neha and Sneha. More than that I really loved and will miss most the moments I spent with your Granny. Tankara Aanchal re muhan pochhiba...tanku gela kariba...tanka kolare muhan luchei soiba...

I wasn't able to meet Abhas, however, he must be a nice gentleman. I really never thought I will be able to see you ever...however, at last I saw you...And infatuated by your looks? Nah....Hope you know whats infatuation is and what is love...

Infatuation is when you see someone very beautiful and just go by his or her looks...Love is when you start liking someone even without seeing him or her...I never saw you before this time. Before meeting you I never thought how you might be looking, how you might behave and how is your family?

I just had one thing in my mind that I'm going to meet someone ...someone who is a part of my family and still so far since we were born...Mun kebala etiki chahin thili je mun tumaku, tuma family ku jauta mor bi gote family...Biswas kara ba na kara....Kalyani nani ra bahaghra parjyanta mun jani bi nathili je mor aau gote mausi ghar achhi boli. Je mor aau gote Mamu ghar achhi boli...Mun jete bele janili je haan mor di di ta Mamu Ghar..Mor ahuri bi mausi mane achhanti....I was so excited...

Mun kete chesta karithili tuma family bisyare janiba payin, Katapali bisayare janiba payin...Haan may be there are differences between your and my family. May be my family and your family doesn't like each other...May be...Karana real story ta mun janichi..jete bele Alka mote kahila je kahinki mor maa Katapali Jaanti nahin...Kahinki Bui nani eka katapali jae aau mote aau Kuni ku mana kara hue...I just thought lets try to link up the broken chain between our families.

Kan seita mor bhul?Haan may be eita mor bhul hei thai pare je mun tike deri karideli...Afterall guys grow up much later than girls.

Jaha hau, mun bahut khusi je mun banchi thiba bhitare mote Alka bhaliya gote sister millila je mote bahut bhal paye. Deepak bhaliya gote bhai milila je sabu bele mo kapdaa be dhoi diye.

Bodh hue eei mor last email tumaku, bodh hue yaa pare mun kebhe bi Bolangir gale bi tuma ghara ku jibini...Bodh hue mun Abhas bhainku kebe bi dekhi paribini face to face...bodh hue eei last dekha ta hin mor tuma sahita first aau last dekha eei jiban re...

Kintu sei gote din Mar 27th of 2008 smruti hei ki rahi jiba mo manare...jau dina mun tuma ghare rahili aau Sneha Neha sahita khelili aau ete majaa karili aai sathire...

Mun bahut khusi je at least mo life bhitare mun khojiki payili Kalyani Nani, Manisha Nani, Gayatri Nani, Deepak, Alka, Anil, Rajani Nani, Sunita, Sneha, Neha,OmPrakash dada and Biswadev, Buiswaraaj dada etc

Khali jadi bakii rahi gala ta kebala...tume...

Girls

In My Life

"Planks of wood brought together by waves of sea, stayed together for sometime, and drifted apart from each other by the same waves that brought them close"

This was my first trial of Khushwant singh & it was a cherishing memory to recall the circumstance I had gone thru while reading his book.

Inspired by Mr. Khuswant Singh and his character "Mohan Kumar" from "The Company Of Women", I've decided to put down on paper everything about "The Girls in My Life".

Well you can say its a recluse or even a self chatter. For me it will be like going down the lanes of memory and re-discovering myself - the way I behaved, the way they behaved with me and what led to the bond or breakage between us.

I have met a lot of girls in my life:
Some are still in touch.
Some I want to be in touch but whom I have lost in the darkness of time.
Some might be searching for me but I haven't given them enough time to find me.
Some I love so dearly but who dumped me for reasons unknown.
Some who love me but I don't wish to get along with for reasons unknown.

However, unlike Mr. Khuswant Singh in "The Company of Women", I promise, I wont write anything from a third party angle. I mean there will be no "Mohan Kumar" to cover me for what I have done.


The list will include all the girls - I mean all of them who crossed my way till date. The story will include all vivid memories - true to the heart even if it is explicit or exclusive or sensuous or embarrassing.

I know most of them won't spare me for being so open - but it will be as it was. My age even may not permit me to be so open at this stage of my career, however, it will be something close to my heart which will give solace to this wanderlust soul.

Mr. Khuswant Singh - after all I know it was you and not Mohan Kumar who was the main character in "The Company of Women".

Jumping Over That Sucking Job

As usual, I'm again at the cross roads of life!!!

My Dream Job: Maintenance
Dream Time: 0900 to 1800 Hrs
Dream Pay: which can afford me a small 2BHK flat and a small car and the little necessities of life and a small saving. Somewhere around 5 lacs per annum in todays terms.
Location : Anywhere where I can bring in my family (my parents) and settle peacefully

I currently work for a company thats worth millions in terms of brand image. I really even like my job, although there is always a dream for a fatter pay-check with the current one reading 2.1 lpa.

So, I'm really Ok with this job. Then whats that making me jump the boat? It doesn't gives me sufficient time to be with my family and friends. With tours of about 25 days a month, I just feel drained out of energy and more than that feel the company sucks because I dont have any time for entertainment (read: time to be with family).

I don't have any other offer in hand right now but also feel my current job is becoming to much a fishbone in neck.

And, moreover I can't afford to stay unemployed for even a day with thge cost of living soaring by each day in Mumbai or Pune.

With such a hectic tour schedule, I can't even afford to appear for any interviews.

I really dont know what to do and how? The hangover is becoming more troublesome than the effect of this so called drug(read: my current job).

Running Out Of Emotions

April 09th of 2008 : 1510 Hrs :: Both my momma dear and father had come to see me off at the railway station. I was moving to Mumbai after a short vacation at my home.

There were differences between me and my father on some topics and we had a bitter fight the earlier night.

I did'n't talk much to them even at the railway station. Just as the train was about to move, I boared the train even without touching my momma's or father's feet (which I regulalrly used to do in earlier days).

I didn't even bid them a goodbye! My momma may be was expecting me to wave my hand at her and say bye and stood at the platform for some time. I didn't even bothered to look at them.

Earlier, in any such case, I would have continued to wave my hand at my parents till the train moved out of sight. I would have touched my parents feet and may also have cried for about a few minutes.

I wasn't crying, I wasn't waving my hand at them who were expecting me to at least look at them.

I have grown up or haven't I? I have lost my emotions or have I been blown over by the amount of emotions that even my eyes were running dry?

On Khuswant Singh

Malice. The word is synonymous with Khuswant Singh; his pen has spared no one... .... as written in "The Big Book Of Malice".

Irrepressible, Cuttingly Candid, Provocatively Truthful, Saucy - Khuswant Singh as described in one of his books "Women & Men In My Life".

Womanizer, Lecher, Unable to control his libido but an "Emotional Fool" thinking from heart, gypsy at heart always roaming around in dream land Caring, Loving, Understanding, Nomadic, Vagabond - this is how I'd like to describe Khuswant Singh.

I didn't know much about this writer (Even now I know least about his personal life) till some 8 years back when my neighbour "Neil Eric" handed over a book to me - "The Company of Women" written by Khuswant Singh.

I devoured each page of the book throughly enjoying each and every word of it. "Fucking" sells might have been the "Mantra" behind this great author's publicity and fame, however, even "Fucking" without brains leads to all sort of problems.

Khuswant Singh has the brains to use a proper "Protection" to avoid all sort of post "fucking" anomalies.

And yes, after going through his first (for me) book - The Company of Women, I have read all other books written by him including "Book of Unforgettable Women", Malicious Gossip", " More Malicious Gossip", Women & Men In My Life", " The Big Book Of Malice".

What I enjoyed reading the most were "The Company of Women" and "Women & Men In My Life".

No prizes in guessing that I did liked reading most of his books written around Women.

Does the above description for Mr. Khuswant Singh holds true for me then?

Yes, inspired by him and his character "Mohan Kumar" from The Company Of Women, I've decided to put down on paper everything about "The Girls in My Life".