Morning Walk…………………..or may be ‘Activa’..!
{I am confused about the title of this blog. Do read it and tell which one’s more appropriate.}
So, it starts with the beginning of winter season in 2006 i.e, a year ago. I used to be very lazy in winters, so my mom advised me to go for a morning walk daily for my fitness and health. I took the advice.
The next morning I woke up at 5 am, wore my track suit, took my Activa and departed for the most popular jogging venue of my area – “AIIMS Road” which was 3 km from my home. The straight 2 km road built recently is an ideal place for a morning walk. But at 5 am, I was hardly expecting anyone here. I reached there in a 5 min., parked my Activa nearby and set off for jogging.
The street lights were still on and the road was looking like a path to heaven. I reached the other end in 10 min. I was breathing heavily so I sat on a road divider to take some rest. I checked my watch. The sun would take at least an hour to rise. The stars were still visible. I loved this privacy.
Then I saw a figure approaching towards me. There were certainly more people like me who loved to jog so early in the morning. I thought I’ve got a jogging-partner before I realised that she was a girl. Although her face was not visible to me, but I can tell she had a pony-tail and a nice figure.
She stopped as she saw me. I thought she sensed that I am some ‘chain-snatcher’ or someone like that. But who cares. She moved 2-3 feet forward slowly, I guess, to see me clearly and this was the first time I saw her face. She was not so beautiful but her face was very cute and sober. She was wearing an orange top which was wet with her sweat at some portions. Real sexy…..isn’t it??
I stood up to see her more clearly. She also understood that I am not a doubtful person, so she again started running. She looked at me again while passing me and lifted her hand which I think was a sign of “Good Morning”. I also replied in the same manner.
I stared her till she disappeared in the next turn. Then I also started off in the opposite direction back to my home. While on my way, I wondered about her. “Who was she? Why a girl came lonely for a morning walk so early in the morning? Will she come tomorrow again? If yes, should I talk to her? etc.”.
I waited for the next morning, the whole day and the whole night. I prayed to God to make her come again.
I couldn’t sleep very well in the night and woke up as early as 4 am in the morning. I washed my face, combed my hair and dressed up as better as I can. It seemed I am going for a date. I took my Activa again and departed for the venue at 4:30. Firstly, I scanned the whole road to find out if she’s there. But she was not. I checked my watch, it was 4:40 am. I parked Activa and started jogging.
In 10 min., I was at the other end of the road again. I again sat there on the same road-divider and decided to wait for her. I also did some exercises, yoga etc. to pass the time. Then after 15 min. she appeared. The same orange top, grey coloured lower, and the same cute face. (It meant she didn’t take a bath yesterday 
)This time she did not stop. When she reached in front of me, she looked at me. I smiled. Then I stood up and said “Good Morning.” She also replied “Good Morning” and jogged away.
Now it became our daily procedure. We used to see each other, wish good morning and then set off for our respective paths. Everyday, I thought that I should talk to her, but I had not that much courage to do it. Sometimes I thought that I should follow her to her home. Her home must be nearby only. But it was a cheap thing to do. And believe me, cheap is not good sometimes. lol
This continued for over a week when a small incident took place.
As usual, I went for jogging in the morning. But this time, I didn’t find her. I waited for her for half an hour, but she didn’t turn up. I thought may be she’s ill or her exams must be going on, or she must be out of station. I prayed to God to make her come tomorrow and decided to return home. I started off for my Activa which was on the other end of the road.
While returning on my way, I saw her, sitting on a road divider. I thought she must be tired of running. As I was going to pass her, she yelled, “Excuse Me.”
I stopped. She asked if I can help her. She told me that she had hit a stone while jogging and got a cramp in her right foot and she is unable to walk more. She asked me, if I can go to her house and call her dad or brother to come and take her back to home. I paused for a moment and then opened my mouth:
“I really want to help you but I don’t know the address of your house.” I replied.
“Oh God! Now what will I do?” She said in a crying tone.
“Hey, I’ve an idea. I’ve got my Activa just a kilometer away. You wait here, I go and return here with it in 5 minutes. Then I’ll take you to your home.” I said.
She agreed. I ran as fast as I can to reach to my Activa. I took it and returned back. She was still sitting there holding her leg.
With a little help from me, finally she managed to sit on the back seat. It feels always good to help a girl, especially when she’s ‘hot’.
I told her to sit comfortably and hold me for the sake of safety. But she said that she’s alright. Well, I can’t be lucky everytime! We departed for her home and reached there in 5 minutes. I drove very slow because I wanted to be with her as long as possible.
I hit the door-bell and in a minute her whole family came out and took her inside. Her dad thanked me and invited me for a coffee but I refused as I was getting late. But finally I had to accept the invitation when her mom forced me to. The next 15 minutes were consumed in telling her family about the incident. They all thanked me a million times. Finally I departed from there to my home.
After 4-5 days, I saw her again in the morning. This time she was already standing near road divider where I used to sit everyday. When I reached there, she came to me to say thanks(and other typical formalities) to me.
“Friends?” she asked softly.
“Yeh, sure… but I don’t even know your name.” I replied.
“Oh! I am Purvi. And you?”
“Himanshu.”
We jogged together that morning talking and asking about each-other and this trend continued for over a month till I got a severe common-cold and fever due to excessive jogging during early hours in winters. Now we don’t meet often….! But nothing to bother….I got a good friend and thats enough for me.:)
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PS — Inspired from a real incident. (But still tagged as ‘fiction’ to save my neck;))
PS — To Purvi: Sorry for using real name. And finally your ‘novel’ is out. Don’t complain me again.
PS — JEE result day after tomorrow. Oh God….help me. I am on the edge.
PS — Song of the Day – Kabhi Kabhi Aditi Zindagi frm Jaane Tu ya Jaane Na (A. R. Rehman)
PS — Post of the Day – Be Yourself ! by Sameer. its funny. Believe me (again).
PS — Adios
Some Murphy’s Laws
Murphy was a great philosopher who gave many laws regarding our daily lives. Most of them are very humourous, but still contain a few unsaid facts of life.
I’ve compiled some of them whom I thought are the funniest. Its absolutely not my creation, but copied shamelessly from an external source:).
LOVE LAWS
- All the good ones are taken.
- If the person isn’t taken, there’s a reason.
- It’s always easier to get a partner if you already have one.
- Brains x Beauty x Availability = Constant. This constant is always zero.
- A man can be happy with any woman as long as he doesn’t love her.
- The man shalt not win the argument he started.
- The man shalt not win the argument he didn’t start.
- If a man won an argument, it was just in his head.
- Money can’t buy love, but it sure gets you a great bargaining position.
BUS LAWS:
- If its raining, or cold or both the bus will be late.
- If you’re running late the bus will be too
- If you have no change then the bus driver won’t have any either
- Whenever you get a seat with a pretty girl, she will start a cell phone conversation about her Boyfriend or Mothers hospital operation.
COMMERCE LAWS:
- The first 90% of a project takes 90% of the time, the last 10% takes the other 90% of the time.
- The boss is always right.
- The last person that quit or was fired will be the one held responsible for everything that goes wrong – until the next person quits or is fired.
- People don’t make the same mistake twice, they make it three, four, or five times.
- When you don’t know what to do, walk fast and look worried.
SEX LAWS:
- Sex is a three-letter word which needs some old-fashioned four-letter words to convey its full meaning.
- Sex is hereditary. If your parents never had it, chances are you won’t either.
- Love is a matter of chemistry, sex is a matter of physics.
- Sex is one of the nine reasons for reincarnation; the other eight are unimportant.
- There may be some things better than sex, and some things worse than sex. But there is nothing exactly like it.
PS — All these are shamelessly copied from somewhere.;)
PS — Yeh, but still had to work hard ( for finding the source, and choosing the best ones.)
PS — Mumbai Indians lost by just one run. fuck..!
PS — Going to grandma’s tomorrow. Catch ya a few day later.
PS — Adious.
After one year
“He has to be operated.” Dr. Jakharia said to my father looking at the complete set of my MRI scans and pointing his finger at my vertabrae.
My father remained silent and so was I. It was 24th April, 2007, just 5 days before AIEEE exam.
I was completely numb and my heartbeat already pounding fast. I didn’t have idea that a mere ache in my leg would result in such sort of serious consequences.
I closed my eyes and asked God: “Why me?”
15th MAY 2007
After 2 hours of so called surgery, I was carried to ICU on a stretcher. I was in full consciousness and could feel the unbearable pain very receptively.
15th MAY 2008 (Today)
Still can’t forget every moment of suffering. Again I closed my eyes and said to God: “Thank you God for making me the ‘Chosen One’.”
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PS – - No PS this time.
{Comments are disabled for this post. I was just overwhelmed on the completion of one year for it, so just couldn’t resist writing.}
To Neha…….!!!!!
She lives in two worlds – real and virtual. She says I am not real to her and she’s not real for me. She is in love, but with someone who’s also not real. She’s Neha. Not ‘Neha Cherian’ of “Five Point Someone.” She’s my Neha.
It started about a year ago, when I was sitting in an internet café after bunking my college and testing my ‘fate’ in ‘Yahoo Messenger Chat Rooms’. I am a bit ashamed to say that during those days I was just like those desperate boys who madly search for girls on ‘Yahoo’ for an erotic chat.
And I got her.
In the starting, she was just like any other girl for me on yahoo. In the first two months, we talked to each other for 10-15 times. Most of the time she used to talk about her so called ‘online boyfriend’. And that was the thing that irritated me the most. I always used to tell her to avoid her boyfriend’s discussion, but she had only one answer:
While I was busy in seeking some ‘social security’ on internet. As my school life had ended, I was alone, with no friends or better to say ‘girl-friends’ at all. I didn’t like my college. So basically I was behaving like a ‘desperate looser boy’ for sure. And therefore, one day she said:
I got shocked as I read it. It was the first time some girl had ever rejected me like that. We didn’t talk after that for a month till I got an internet connection at my home. But somehow in this one month, her statement made me think a lot. And may be this was the time my psychology and attitude towards life started to change.
Of course, Neha was responsible for this change.
As I’d got internet at my home, so we started to chat a more often. We used to meet almost daily and gradually she had become an indispensable part of my life. Basically, Neha was a very nice girl. I realized she’s just like me – sentimental, funny but still ‘alone’.
She loved to talk in short-forms:
Gradually, I began to like her. I must tell you, she was a full 4 years elder than me. I am not saying that I was in love with her, but my feelings were somehow closer to it. Yes, I know I was acting a bit weirdly, but I can’t help. I’ve started to live in a ‘virtual world’. May be this was the reason, I always used to ask about her boyfriend. Finally, realizing my intentions, she asked me:
One day she told me that she and her boyfriend had a ‘break-up’. I felt very bad. I thought how can someone ditch such an innoncent and caring girl like Neha.
She was very sad that day and may be she was crying too. Then she told me that I am her ‘best friend’:
I was very delighted.
Things were good for me now. Now she didn’t use to mention about her boyfriend. And therefore, I was feeling more comfortable talking to her.
But one day, she told me that they had a patch-up:
She was very happy and it was depicted by the way she was chatting. After their patch-up, things were changed. I realised she has started to avoid me or ignoring me. I felt very bad. I controlled myself for a few days but finally I fought with her:
But afterwards, I realized I was wrong. I regretted in front of her and things were back to normal again.
I was addicted to Neha. I used to wait for her daily. But I had a burden of my IIT-JEE studies. So for the sake of my career, I took a harsh decision. I decided that I won’t go online for the next few months.
AFTER ONE MONTH:
I missed her a lot in this one month and finally couldn’t resist going online again. I was very happy getting her again. And we again started to talk like best friends.
I told her that its my dream to study in Delhi IIT. And on the contrary she told me that she hates living in Delhi:
Meanwhile, she and her boyfriend again had a row. She told me that she had finally decided that she won’t be talking to him again ever in her life. I felt sorry for her and obviously felt good for myself. Yes, I was a bit selfish. Or may be I there was other possible reason for that.
As far as I had apprehended about her boyfriend, he was not a nice boy. He used to ignore ‘Neha’ for other girls. May be because Neha was not a ‘hot-chatter’ or he had got bored of her. Moreover, he was a loser also. Otherwise, who the hell goes Indore to study engineering in a below-average private college after leaving soo many good ones in his own city.
But I never revealed my emotions to Neha. I thought she won’t like hearing it at least from my side.
Days passed and my IIT-JEE exam got over. Now, I was completely free to chat to her as much as I could do.
Again, I got a hint that she had started to avoid me. Either she was too busy or I was too much ‘free’ for her. I don’t know why, but I couldn’t stand it, and this time I had a big-fight with her:
But due to God’s grace and an excellent counseling from one of my friend, everything became normal after a few days. And guess what, they are normal till today.
Recently, she has told me that she again had a patch-up with her boy-friend. I don’t know why people manage to fight and patch-up more than one time. But certainly, it was none of my business. Neverthless, it was a news of relief for me. I am happy as long as she is also happy:
Sometimes a few questions dwell my mind. What does a ‘net-friendship’ means? What is the future of our friendship. Is it going to be a longlife one?? Or she will avoid me after getting married?? Or we will fight for the third time and this time there will be no patch-up???
What if she stops coming online?
Then she’s gone for me, forever. There is no other means of contact. I didn’t ever ask her for her phone number/address. Or may be I am afraid that she wouldn’t give it to me.
In any case, I like her this way only. I always want her to come on ‘Yahoo’ everyday and talk to me like she always does.
May be she will think that I am writing all this because she once had told me to do so:
But she’s doesn’t know that she’s worth it. She has affected every sphere of my life. Brought me back to ‘normal’ from a ‘despo’ one. She sometimes asks me to pray for her, but she doesn’t know that I pray for her daily. I wish she remains as happy as she was on the day of her patch-up with her boyfriend.
Last time when we talked, I just disclosed some of my emotions to her:
So finally, I wish that one day I’ll visit Delhi and meet her in Pizza Hut (she is mad about Pizzas). May the day comes before she gets married.
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PS – Ohh, sorry for getting so personal and emotional. I just got carried away.
PS — Waiting for the next match of ‘Mumbai Indians’. I wish Sachin plays.
PS – Its already 2 am and I’ve started to feel hungry again.
PS – 6 hours already passed in drafting this post. Firstly, had to read all the previous chat history of one year.
PS – Then ‘print-screened’ it. Edited them to hide Neha’s email id. Ohh god, it sucked.
PS – Then wrote the text. While I was inserting the pics, firefox got hanged. Crap Crap Crap.>!!!!
PS – Anyway, finally its completed with God’s grace and a lot of hardwork from my side.
PS – Got to go to Indore this weekend. Hoping for a good time.
PS – Song of the Day ~ Wake me up when September Ends – Green Day
PS – I still can’t decide I should give the link of this blog to Neha or not.
PS – Electric start of my Activa has stopped working. Got to go to the mechanic tomorrow for a possible repair.
PS – Waiting for Parth to return from Delhi soon.
