Friday, September 30, 2011

Madhuri

While I was still in college, I had the unfortunate opportunity of accompanying my friend whenever he went to meet this rich and not-so-great girl who claimed to be his girlfriend. Lets call him Surya. Surya was not in the least interested in her, but she really liked him a lot, and hence, he out of sympathy may be, hung out with her. One day she invited him to her house and he was too scared to go alone. So, he took me along. I was pretty impressed with their large duplex house and the interiors. Samosa, Kachori and soft drink was bonus.

Surya looked like a stud then. He still does. I was convinced of my friend's discomfort given how this rich girl looked. In no way they were a good match. Also, I had heard him say that she often threatened him emotionally. He had to succumb and many such occasions led to this samosa party. After a while, the bell rang and her friend, lets call her Madhuri, walked in.  Everything was perfect about her. Just as perfect as geometry can define. As soon as she arrived, I was introduced to her and MTVs Most Wanted, was played on Cable TV. Surya and the girl went upstairs to a room and cited private conversation as the reason. I am sure of my friend and his character, so don't let your mind wander. And thus, it boiled down to me and Madhuri in the hall with Shenaz accompanying us from inside the TV. 

Soon, I leaned that Madhuri was Marathi too and we started conversing in Marathi. At the end of 25 minutes, this girl said 'I like you' to me. I just smiled but inside me, something kept pricking me. After another 10 minutes of pointless blabbering, she said, 'Its great to be in your company'. This may sound like self-appraisal but wait, don't jump to conclusions. I just smiled and said, "I am glad," and for the first time, realized that she could actually be speaking the truth. But at that time, I had someone else on my mind and hence, Madhuri never attracted me. An hour passed and we kept talking. At about 5.30, Surya and his fat girlfriend walked down the stairs and joined us. We had cool drink again and more dumbassery followed. At about 6.00, a guy walked in. I had seen him for the first time. The moment he came, Madhuri jumped on her feet and hugged him and screamed like she had just seen Mahesh babu. This was a shock. But in that one hour, If I had taken Madhuri seriously, it would have been a massive KLPD. I was glad I didn't let my tongue slip and say something to her. We returned after some time and on my way back, I told Surya what happened. He said, 'Be careful with her'. 

Two weeks later Surya called me again asking me to accompany him to her house. I obliged and when we reached there, I saw Madhuri already present there and she had worn something that could make any teenager uncomfortable. I would be lying if I said I didn't pay any attention. As usual, they went upstairs for their alleged conversation. And I was left alone with her. Once again, she said, "I like you. Its great to be in your company".  As I was beginning to feel her enticing presence, the door bell rang. She walked up to the door and opened it. It was some other guy, who she welcomed with a hug and a scream. The same scene and feeling repeated. This time, this guy, who looked very rich, didn't even bother to shake hands with me, took a seat beside her and put his arm around her shoulder. And that moment on, she never even looked at me. I just took the remote and changed channel. I remembered Surya's words "Be careful with her,". I was only glad that I had someone to go crazy about already. 

Six months later, after a lot of deliberation, Surya broke up with that girl and I had no idea what happened to her. But after four years, in 2005, when I had just started enjoying my newly earned financial freedom, I saw Madhuri once at a pub. She was with a different guy. She smiled at me. We exchanged hellos and shook hands. The only thing that changed about her was the guy she consorted. Given her looks and style, it wasn't difficult for her I guessed. I was only glad, my friend's ex wasn't with her and neither did we speak about her nor about Surya. She took my phone number and gave hers. She never called me and neither did I expect her to call.

Life moved on. In 2009, I was at a party and there, I saw Madhuri again. She had married one of the friends of the host that night. After the kiddish stuff was done with, general drinks table discussions began over drinks and about eight men sat around the stuff on the terrace. One of them had recently married and he told how he managed to elope with his wife and how it was all nice now. Inspired by this thought, Madhuri's husband who was evidently high , said, "My marriage was decided in 2 minutes." Everyone asked, "How?". He said,"I went to see a friend one day. There I saw Madhuri. We had just spent 20 minutes with each other, and she said, "I like you, Its great to be in your company". And that's it."

- DK

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Cousins

There is something about cousins that bonds us with them. No matter how many differences arise in the growing up years, a stage comes where they become an essential part of our lives. We may not meet them often, but even if you meet them after ten years, the warmth remains the same.

16th May 1991. I was 8 yrs old and it was my Upanayan (thread ceremony). After everything was done, I changed into normal clothes from dhoti, etc. I noticed that there was a lull. It was about 4 in the evening and almost every guest had left. Only a few close relatives remained. I experienced a lull and was kind of disappointed to see empty chairs and the silence deafened me. I was hungry for a second time and was looking to eat. With no one around, I took a plate and served myself some rice and began eating. I felt very lonely. It was the kind of loneliness that bites you with its sharp teeth. Just then, my three year old cousin emerged from somewhere. I told him, 'See, this is my function and I am eating alone,'.  This three and half year old boy picked up a plate and said, 'Wait, I will join you' and served himself rice. That was the first memory of my cousin Krishnakant Dixit. 21 years later, we share the same bond although he acted a bit weird in between, in phases he was stupid, but he's the best cousin you can get.

But the story today I want to tell you, is of another relative. He is 45 now. Let's name him Shiva. Shiva was in 9th class in 1981. One day after quickly finishing lunch, he was playing cricket in his school's large playground. He was fielding on the boundary. From where he stood, the school's gate looked like a miniature. From the gate, he saw someone enter in pure white clothes. He ignored and concentrated on the game. After a minute, he saw and ignored again. After two more minutes, when he saw a young man slowly started walking towards the main building. He suddenly got a hunch that it could be someone he knows. In a few seconds, he knew who it was. The bowler was getting ready for the next delivery which everyone awaited.

Suddenly, Shiva started running. He ran across the pitch as everyone stood astounded after a couple of them screamed his name to hear no response. He ran hard. He stopped right in front of the man in whites. Shiva couldn't express his joy when he saw his cousin, lets call him Dada. He simply jumped and clung to him and hugged him for a minute. The first thing Dada said to Shiva was, 'Give your bag to somebody, let's go out,'. Shiva wasted no time. He haded over his bag to a friend and they were off. It was just about 1 o clock. Dada took him to Dilshad theater where Kamal Hasan's Ek Duje Ke Liye was being shown. They watched the matinee show which ended at five pm. After that, Dada, who was in his final year of graduation in those days, took him to a bar. That is where he tasted his first beer. That night when they got home, they talked and talked and talked till dawn. After two days he left. That was the beginning of one of the greatest affinities I heard.

There was a phase in between, when unfortunately, for some reason, they weren't on great talking terms for a few months. One day in 1998, Shiva had gone to a town in Karnataka for some work. Dada's home was 40 kms from that town. After he finished his work, he thought a hundred times contemplating whether go and meet Dada or not because of lack of time. For some reason, he didn't and instead decided to watch a movie in those few hours he had before his bus left for Hyderabad. The exit gate of the theater where he watched the movie led straight to the main road through a staircase. As he walked down the stairs with about 8 steps to go, on the opposite side of the road near the pan shop just opposite to the exit, he saw Dada. He couldn't believe his luck. He pushed people apart and ran towards him. Dada couldn't contain his excitement and screamed aloud. Shiva usually emotional man couldn't help but tears flowed out of his eyes. Dada had come to watch the next show of the movie before he took a bus to his village. As expected, the plan was cancelled. They went straight to a bar, talked a million sentences, made up for what they had missed and had a great time. They never had any discomfort between them after that. 

In 2003, when I was studying in my B School, Dada was admitted in the hospital for jaundice. He couldn't survive the illness and sadly, passed away. In early 2011, I went to attend a marriage in the same town where Shiva had met Dada.We reached the function hall late in the night at about 12.20 am. Everything, as expected was closed outside. As we unloaded our luggage and walked out, Shiva realized that it was the same cinema theater which was now a function hall. He looked at the Pan Shop and tears flowed out of his eyes. That was when he told me narrated tales about his days with Dada. Time flies. Today, Shiva's hair has greyed but he still thinks of Dada and remembers his three decade old stories as if they happened yesterday. 

Good cousins indeed are a gift. Even a billion dollars can't bring back Dada or that smile on Shiva's face when he came down looking for him to his school or the one on Dada's face when he accidentally discovered him at the pan shop. What remains today is memories full of delight, but iced with tears. 

- Deepak Karamungikar

Thursday, September 8, 2011

The Embrace

Graciously, she walked down the aisle
Her aura struck him, before her smile
He heard her breathe, in silence of the noon
In broad day light, he saw a full moon


Soaked in joy, he awaited her touch
His heart hied, her presence was such
Step by step, her warmth killed him
His eyes indulged, heart filled to brim


He clutched her wrist, drew her close
Her breath recited poetry, she stiffened her toes
His world ended around her neck's mole
Scent of her femininity engulfed his soul

In his embrace, she discovered heaven
He sighed, for fragrance isn't a weapon


- Deepak Karamungikar 

Friday, September 2, 2011

ఫేస్బుక్ బ్రతుకు

    ఫేస్బుక్ ఒక చాల మంచి ఐడియా. దాన్నికరెక్ట్ గా వాడుకుంటే చాలా బాగుంటుంది. కానీ కొంత మంది ఫేస్బుక్లొ  వేసే వేషాల వల్ల మనుషులకి చిరాకేసి కోట శ్రీనివాస రావు గారి స్టైల్ లొ 'ఈ ఫేస్బుక్ ఎవడు కనపెట్టాడు రా బాబు ' అని అనాల్సొస్తుంది. పోనీ, పని పాట లేదు, బేవార్స్ గా ఉన్నాడు, ఏదో సరదా కి చేస్తున్నాడు అని అనుకుంటే, మంచి హోదా లొ ఉండి, 24 రాళ్ళూ సంపాదిస్తూ యదవ లా ప్రవర్తిస్తారు. 


      ఫ్రెండ్స్ లిస్ట్ లొ అమ్మాయి ఉంటె చాలు. ఎలా ఉన్నా పర్లేదు. ఆమె ఇడ్లీ తిన్నా, కూరగాయలు కొన్నా, వీడు ఆ స్టేటస్ ని లైక్  చేసి ధర్మవరపు సుబ్రహ్మణ్యం మిస్టర్ పెళ్ళాం లొ A V S గారికి జోహార్లు పలికినట్టు, 'వాట్ ఎ ఇడ్లీ, ఆహా వాట్ ఎ వొంకాయ కూర' అని కామెంట్ రాయకుండా ఉండలేడు.
       
    ఇక అందిరికి చిరాకేసే విషయం ఏంటంటే టాగ్స్. అమ్మ తోడు అడ్డంగా ట్యాగ్ చేస్తా అనుకోని కొంత మంది పండగ కోసం కాస్కోని కూర్చుంటారు. ఎనీ పండగ సింగల్ హ్యాండ్ అనుకుంటూ ఫోటోషాప్ ధీరులు ఎక్కడెక్కడనించో టెంప్లేట్ దొంగతనానికి పాలుపడి రెడీ గా ఉంటారు. కాని, రాఖి పండగ రోజు మాత్రం ఎవ్వడు కనపడడు. 

          ఈ ఫోటోషాప్ ని వాడి కొంత మంది వాళ్ళ చిత్రాలతో చిత్రహింసలు పెడతారు. తన వెనుకాల సింహాలు, పులులు, బాక్గ్రౌండ్ లొ హిమాలయాలు పెట్టుకునే వాళ్ళు ఒక రకమయితే కాజల్ అగర్వాల్ పక్కన నిలపదినట్టు, ఇలియానా తన వాడిలొ కూర్చున్నట్టు చేయించుకునే వాళ్ళు ఇంకో రకం. బాబుల్లారా, మీ ఆసలు బాగా నే ఉన్నాయి. కాని, సమాజం పట్ల కొంచం దయా దాక్షిణ్యాలు ఉంటె బాగుంటుంది.
                 
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          ఇక ఇలాంటివి చాలా ఉన్నాయి. అన్ని రాస్తే ఈ పోస్ట్ కూడా అమ్మమ్మ.com అవుతుంది. కాని ఈ కొన్నినియమాలను అనుసరిస్తే మీ ఫేస్బుక్ జీవితం RTC బస్సు ప్రయాణం లాగా సురక్షితం, సుఖవంతం అవుతుంది. 

  1. తెలియని విషయాలలో వేలు పెట్టరాదు.
  2.  కాజల్ అగర్వాల్ ఫోటో డిస్ప్లే లొ పెడితే, అమ్మాయి ఆవరేజ్ 
  3. డిస్ప్లే ఫోటో లొనల్ల కళ్ళజోళ్ళు పెట్టుకున్నచో మిమ్మలిని అమ్మాయిలు ఆడ్ చేస్కుంటారు అన్నది ఒక అపూహ, భ్రమ.
  4.  ఇచ్చ్చాట  పెళ్లి సంమంధాలు చూడరాదు. 
  5. మీ మగతనాన్ని చాటడానికి వైరస్ వీడియో లింక్ ని క్లిక్ చేయరాదు. మన సంస్కృతి నేర్పిన తండ్రి కూతుర్ల బంధాన్ని గౌరవించండి 
  6. ఫేస్బుక్ మనందరిది. దీనిని పరిశుభ్రంగా ఉంచుదాం. 

- దీపక్ కారాముంగికర్