under the color tv . . . . . .chemical locha explained...

12the september 10am...waiting for the crocodile to decide my future...not wanting o think too much...i scribbled the thought in my head...

all i did was sit under the color tv on the first floor, wait for hours ...for her to come online...if she came online..the heart used to skip a beat..it was becoming more of a exercise for my heart...and then jump with her in the world of insane fun, chat, innocent flirting and what ever it was ...i was a balloon filled with vapors of happiness geld with laughter.... and if she didn't come online...i used to imagine that if she came online...today....blah blah blah... its clear...my brain was super scrwed...chemical locha...and if she came online and couldnt chat...i was like a balloon filled with fart...heart broken...sunti knows exactly what i used to go through...

then one day in a mail...i get a picture of her and i start getting high...high on her beauty...instant love at not really first sight....and blah blah blah...baBa crashes...

few things were matching matching...like a sari with a 2 by 2 ka cutpiece blouse ..sometimes no matching matching...andhra ka hero ka dressing style ke tarah...here i am talking about tastes interests thoughts....etc...

PBS (pearls before swine) was perfect matching matching...she loves it so much that she will order for books of PBS online and happily pay in $s...i love it so much that i will scan the whole fucking web to get free soft copies...few more matching matching things were rain-dance, world peace, nailbiting performances sunshine etc...the non matching things can go and fuck themselves...not worth mentioning here....

never met her, never had a word with her, just chats and exchange of sms's ...and fal in love might sound like a big chutiyagiri...and now sometimes i do agree it as a chutiyagiri ...but what else is not a chutiyagiri in this world....sometimes...most of the times...sometimes all the time...this life is a BIG chutiyagiri...I mean we cant have everything, at times we dont even get 50% of the things we dream of...coz we are always tought to dream big...dream of the impossible...fuck those...who really tell us to do that....unrealistic reality... and then few things that we want in life, come in our life and before we are able to blink, they are frigging out of the life...turn our...i get a chance to meet her in her hometown ...madgrasss.....(madgrass = chennai)...i meet her...and i force my self to blink...but before i can blink...all i know was....i am saying...dude...i dont know what the fuck is happening....sunti is like...baBa... get a life...


everything comes to a standstill...the balloon is pinpricked...hona kya hai...typical hindi fillum scene shot....she get engaged...and tamasha dekhta reh gaya...baBa...kabhi kabhi you miss the starting gun in a race that u dont want to win....and consequences dont let you participate the races you want to win...thoda bahoot jyaada late ho gaya...but what the hell...khud ko tasalli dene ke liye...they say naa...try kiya naa...jee kholke try kiya....thoda bahoot safalata bhi praapt kiya...

the problem was her jaadu had spread to such a high degree that she started becoming the ideal girl friend to have....but then like some wise man called baBa once said.... whats ideal in this world apart from DEATH...?

friends went to movies..i chose to sit under the tv, bewda dost log went to daru-party...i was sitting under the tv...team-mates busy making presentations to impress lifeless teachers...i was sitting under the tv...on the day of the eggjams, everybody slogging their ass to reduce the fat and get in shape....i am found under the tv.. at times till 11 pm... pataOfying the watchman... to let me sit under the tv...so that i can be online...i can chat...i can feel like a happy balloon.... there was life under the tv....there was joy...there was timepass, there was fun, there was me...sitting all most all the time when i am not doing anything ....under the tv on the first floor was what i love calling "stairway to heaven"...but i couldnt hear...the wind blow, and did i know my stairway to heaven was on the whispering wind....

to accompany me when she was not around online was naruto, bleach, weeds, pink floyd, gtalk, and my fuckin awesome laptop ......


PS :the crocodile kinda surprised me....said...mumbai se jyaada pyaar tujhse aur koi nahi kar sakta...he transferred me to mumbai....

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