BAY OF BOMBS(BOMBAY) - 27/11

Bombay (I prefer attaching my association with the city's old name) turned into a "BAY OF BOMBS"..
I M IN A STATE OF HORROR , DISBELIEF AND SHOCK!

The mass killing of "innocent, unaware and the most normal" human beings in the BOMBAY ATTACK, is the most ridiculous thing, happened to India.
The target placed on HOTEL TAJ has left me to think and rethink about the post independence emotions attached with the hotel.
I m Thinking about those people who left the hotel minutes before this bloody attack!
I m thinking about those people who entered the hotel minutes before this bloody attack!
I m enveloped in the grieve cries of the families and friends who had plans for the future together
I m unable to speak for the most normal people like ME like YOU who could have been there..
I m tired now to avoid thinking about the exact scene, the people who were stuck in there, the corridors, the rooms, the walls of the hotel.
I m stuck between the voluminous sounds of bullets and granites .
I cant control the stream of tears when I replace myself being in such a situation.

Hope Bombay-iits gain "hopes" to have a peaceful many-tomorrows to come..
Hope the courage of the innocent and the bravest of the souls rests in peace...
Hope this city rises against all the odds done to it in less than a quarter of this week....
Hope the citizens of Bombay be the one to install the awakening in the nerves of a common Indian, for out ruling even the slightest of intentions of the terrorists out and out of our OUR LAND!

Day is not far when The attack of the Taj hotel Bombay will turn into TAJ MAHAL.. because ultimately the terrorists motives were to strike and hit at the "minds and hearts" of an average Indian...That day is not far..

If something has to be done, the beginning has marked itself, on its own, for us to begun.. here and now!!

Those Six Letters

The lights of this coffee place were dim.
I waited for him entire evening, like other 5 times even today he dint come.
Nevertheless I paid my bill. Something which was unnatural to me for 15 years and which has become the most natural thing in past 5 years. I was waiting for the waiter to return, when my eyes stopped by a face, at the entrance, which looked familiar yet unrecognizable. This familiar face first started searching desperately for someone in the hall, when it stopped in an angle facing me!
By this time she had placed her bag on my table, her face looked tense and her body revealed that she was thoroughly pissed with something which was related to me and her. Giving her the most unplanned questionable look I asked her finally giving up my last resort to be patient

Me :"hi.. err.. do i know you".
Lady : "depends"
Me : " right, are we connected by way of work or neighborhood?"
Lady : "No" (and she began rustling through her bag zips)
Me "i cannot recognize you seriously, though you seem very familiar"
Lady: "Oh now I seem familiar to you, Y dint your ex husband showed me to you?... oh let me get this straight.. Y don't you forget and leave your ex-husband and me in peace! Y do you have to send these letters every year on your anniversary??" (saying this she threw about 6 envelopes on the coffee desk)
Those letters were the same which I had send to him, on the edge was the letter for todays meeting, rest of the five were the one which I send to him before today. I felt like a culprit. I wanted to hide my face. I was having multiple simplest excuses to tell her, I had lies and I had dialog's for her right now. But I chose to face the reality, considering not knowing how and when she got these letters.
Me : "I am sorry you got to know about this, But I still have feelings for him. I tried hard. I try the entire year to forget him, but this one day, I cant. I m sorry. But he has never really replied to any of my letters and please I m being honest he never came here to meet me. Honestly."

my eyes were burning and after resisting for a long while, streams of tears got queued up to come out. She was unsympathetic. I felt, she might just humiliate me for everything.
Lady : "I know you two never meet. I know that what you must be going through. He can not meet anyone now."
She paused.
"he is no more between us. And for this reason I came here today. I have been getting your mails, having no choice I read them each year...."

She continued for a while, without looking at me, closing her bag, she said.. "I still share same feelings for you, nothing has changed, you are the same female who broke him once and I and the one who got him back to life, the only difference is he is not between us. and thats why I came today."
she rose from her position. and left
Aghast and taken aback. I stared at those six letters.
Taking, everything which happened in past 25 minutes, bit by bit I was now away in the past of everything which I created and destroyed.
I lost, A lover who could forever had been mine, even if he had died in my arms..
I lost, A life which could forever had been treasured as being spent with someone who really loved me..
I gained an irreparable past and those six letters

Nangloi to Mumbai- Bus No.910(sayyed Nangloi) !

"Jaats are really funny"
Cant say about those who are from the sub-urbs or urbs or rural areas but the Delhi ones are hilarious. And the one jaat I wanna talk bout here is the conductor of the morning blue-line I board.

He is a funny guy. He is a very funny guy. He is a very very funny guy. Leaving everything aside I think he is REALLY FUNNY.

He even asks his fellow driver to stop the bus until and unless i reach the stop(mind you its no college bus. no private bus its a BLUE-LINE). And often he discounts me on tickets.(ok these things are not funny!)

BUT TODAY HE BROKE ALL RECORDS OF FUNNYNESS! :D

This female entered the bus and said "bhaiya(brother) ye bus nangloi jaayegi"
hahah.. this bhaiya said "Na nangloi na jaaygei.. je to mumbai jaaygei" !! :P :P hahah..
saying this he abused in his harsh yet sweet jaat lingo, adjusted his shirt a little bit.
Standing next to me he grumbled something and said.. "meddem(not madam) je log chadh jaate hain apne baap ki gaddi samajh ke, ticket lene ke naam pe meddem poochte hain ye gaddi kahan jaayegi. Nai meddem aap batao.. Je nangloi likha hai saamne board pe toh Nangloi hi jaayegi na.. ki mumbai jaaygei..(abused again) !!

I don't know and I cant explain, how i managed to "kill" literally kill my burst of laughters. But I expressed my concern by giving a serious look of understanding.

he said : Meddem.... (someone called him for ticket.. he left.. n by that time my stop came)

I immediately messaged my frens about this hiliarios-tic episode ! :P
:) everymorning I meet this playful, funny and typical jaat conductor. Something to boast for a good start everyday .. sigh !