Sunday, February 05, 2006

THE LOVE STORY OF ONE MID-NIGHT

It was not an usual night for me.It was a night when the power of speech succeded......It was a night when love was propagated not through eyes but through ears.May be she was playing a kind of word games with me but sometimes,it is pleasant to be a part of betrayal when you know that even a fake span of happiness is not going to kiss your destiny.Still, i dont know whether i name it the pinnacle of insanity or an ocean of pious emtions but whatever it was, i know one thing,it was nice to be a part of that.
Those days, i was a cyber freak who was a virtuoso when it comes to communicating behind the doors but in open corridor, a great fiasco.May be it was my impending feeling of not having even a single girl friend in thirteen years of my solitary journey(because only when i was 12 i came to know, what is a girl friend) which emblemed a tag in my heart that i cant communicate with girls.Well, it was not the same on messanger.I was the king there.May be i was the pennyless beggar who just got enough pennys to jingle and to feel to be at the zenith of affluence.One fine day,i met her in some chat room.I dont even remember our first encounter since it was not all that happening but still we shared some rapport and added each other.Life moved on and so my college life.I got a one month vacation during my pass out and my joining the job.Well,vacations are interesting in two cases.One,if you are to busy to get a day off or you are a part of a gang who likes to live their life before they become a part of the first community.But,none was the case with me.Infact,I think,regarding vacations, there is a third category who believes in the gospel of mahatma gandhi,to treat each day with same vision or better to say,who dont have vision for any of the seven days.you can call it a class of people for whom LIFE IS NOT HAPPENING.I, too, was a happening member of this non happening society.Thanks to the 21st century gadgets which gives some hope to this communityto rejoice the freshness of life.

8 Comments:

Blogger suru said...

well this is how the story started..will keep updating as the times passes since cant write every thing in one day and it my be a boring affair to read such a big stuff..please leave your opinion about it whether do you want to know what happened that night during that one phone call..

4:27 AM  
Blogger Voice said...

saurabh...
from ur first page it is clear that u were confused... but again who is not confused. we all are.
good effort... i wud like to hear rest of the story. but one thing if u r writing ur story b ready to face some hard comments [someone may do that] and write watever u want to write but sachh likhna...

i m waiting*

4:32 AM  
Blogger Chitrangada said...

nice start ...

beautiful thoufgh n beautifully described mixed wid realty :)

5:15 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

its a nice story.....but the beginning....wud like to knw ab the next....

7:17 AM  
Blogger Megha said...

well hmmmm...gud start
complete it

10:26 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

good one.....aage badhao story ko

3:50 AM  
Blogger samar said...

Hey buddy!
hope you gonna be doin okay.and yes you do write very well.keep going strong.eagerly awaiting the next installment.
Take Care.


Regard.

http://sikhlife.blogspot.com/

11:56 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Uss raat kya huva? Phone call ayaa hai yaa nahin? - Harish, TCS Mumbai

12:52 AM  

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