Baarish: the love story of opposites.....

looks are deceptive (pause), {}
world is perceptive (pause), {}
but fuck, yes fuck my “frnd” is receptive.......the harder u fuck, the harder u are getting fucked.......

CAUTION: grls and that too under 18 stay away.......
a girl almost fainted after reading this stuff; looking straight at this guy with the cutest smile she said “issne likha hai ye”.......with a jerk jisse ni padta mujhe koi fark, she turned around looking straight at the screen of her lappy she said “grow up”


Boolte hai oppsosite attracts, aur maine soocha (yup once again) that the droplet of water that fell on my face was Baarish lekin wo to aage waale ka kulla nikla, gud gud gud gud aaaaa thoooooooo, do i need to repeat this stuff wasie bhi i had to wipe the previous one as well; train wrain mein m telling u kuch bhi ho jaata hai. The last time i was traveling, i saw some deaf and dumb guys talking in their sign language and suddenly i thought shukra hai saale ladke hai nahi to farzi pyaar shyaar ho jaata. “Beautification of language* conditions apply”

“Polo” haan yahi naam tha uska, nahi nahi kahani yahan se shure nahi huyi pehle mumbai ki jhamjham baarish, phir bheegi ladki, phir ek phone, phir dossra, phir tesra bas kya kisi ki yaad aa rahi hai mujhe to aayi thi....Accha wo chhodo ek ladka (love story banani hai bhai), jaise protective relay but Polo was to like auxiliary and tripping relay (google it, doodle it).

Nazre mile, dil dhadka, aur tabhi bazo waale uncle ka concept nikla, bole “beta jawani ka josh hai pyaar wyar” and for some moment i looked at the lady sitting next to him “Aunty” and thought “kya sachi” (pause) “haan sachi”. Uncle bole “coffee kodi, strong” and he started with his concept which was: heart is a myogenic muscular organ found in all animals with a circulatory system (including all vertebrates), that is responsible for pumping blood throughout the blood vessels by repeated, rhythmic contractions. With a special stress on pumping i donno why; but then he said neeche dhekho confused i looked around and he said “wahan” nahi “wahan” i was to shocked heart was actually pumping blood !!! uffff kuoon matlab “bbataya to jhamajam baarish, bheegi ladki, aur mera bluetooth ON tha”

After explaining me his concept of love he went towards the girl, had some conversation which was enough for me to realize “volume kam kar papa jaag jayega”; he was her papa. Calmly he came back, sat next to me i was to still looking “wahin” but this time either the heart stopped working or his concept had some bugs(yipee look at the smile at her face, kaun bole to, sonam kapoor, she was the one who believed in love stories).

Ab jaise ki local train or acche cllg mein hoota hai competition exist only to the point u enter the train and grab the available seat uske baad even the guy who was fighting minutes before turns soft, mostly :) Exact thing happened and we never realized when we entered into conversation nope not d girl but her dad, Ankush and her mom who was entering into conversations at regular intervals that too whenever she had something to offer (should i mention eatables) to which Sinha uncle would gladly strech his long hairy arms and as they say God has planned something better for me that day because after getting hold of the eatables the only route through which the food can be imported to Sinha uncle was by paying a custom duty to me and hence he had to offer me the same; after a couple of hesitated no from my side i gave up and thought AAN DO and i ate almost every thing that was offered (waise bhi its difficult to say NO to “a” or “the” girl and the dish u love pass by; aur wasie aaloo ke paranthe the wo).

But this time i was looking into his eyes, confidently, and he said apne badi beti ka admission kara ke aa rahe hai manipal unversity mein. And i realized dude this time u r gonna live next 24 hrs on the other side of it, being in college u always see the side where a guy feels bad for lets say couple of hrs until they have a daroo party lined up with new friends and a girl feels bad for lets say an hr more than couple of hrs that guy took in order to realize he is the one and than what happens is “go on and on”

But idhar scene thoda different tha pehla the girl i was line maaring had a father i mean aisa nahi hai ki girls i line marred didn't had father; they all had and a single one; but this time he was sitting next to me aur waise bhi it was only after they said NO i wished what i thought earlier jhoot ho jaye aur iske do teen baap aur nikal aaye ya isko mera dil dhukane ki aise saza mile ke zor se aaye(kya matlab) aur kahi jagah na mile, Just Imagine.

With Sinha uncle sitting next to me, i was wondering iski suno ya iski beti ki; waise he too was an intresting personality in himself with a habit doing this thing with his fingers(i know, thats why i mentioned fingers with an “s” attached, not finger w/o that “s:”) that his palm were in regular motion with contraction and expansion happening at regulat intervals, i could observe the regular rythmic motion in his palm throughout the conversation about his elder daughter.......but still i utilized every oppurtunity given by Mr. Sinha to catch a glimpse of Polo lekin somehow i was glued to the conversation which include a gamut of things like “pata nahi kaise jayegi cllg it takes 1 hr daily, maybe we should buy her a scooty, pata nahi mann lagega ki nahi pehle baar akele rehen jaa rahi hai(aur mein soocha agar mast huyi to itna mann lagega ki tum bhi yaad rakhoge), and then came the stunner “Agli fees kab jayegi”, and many more such worries which eventually looked like what they call it “the life”. In between they received a call from their elder daughter and guess who answered the call; yes Mrs sinha got hold of the phone and the first thing she asked “khana khaya” and when u feel that saying “yes” might save you then came the next one “kya khaya” , kuoon ni khaya???? juice wuice pete rehna bete” and a few more which i couldn't remember as my attention was on Polo (PINg pong song; enrique) i was looking at her and suddenly i realized "papa jaag jayega", and thank god this time he was not looking at me atleast for the moment he was actually enjoying the window seat(its hard to understand why people still go for window seat even in AC coaches). Bato bato mein pata nahi chala and it was time for the middle berth to be put in its place & MR and Mrs Sinha were sleeping without wasting any time. Bas phir kya mauka mila to chauka to maarna tha and i donno how i found myself sitting next to this girl POLO and she was to jaise super cool and it started “kya kar rahe ho” {if this question arose lets say a year or two back i would have said the right thing but being a marketing student ek baat pata thi brand is an aspiration; aur soocha koonsa long term karna hai; MAJE hi to lene hai} “i just completed my MBA from IIT Roorkee, currently working with SIEMENS” and bang on!!! her eyebrows said it all and plz don't ask me why Roorkee i mean jhooth aur naada sahi size ka hi theek rehta hai”.

Dead end was far away now she to just opened up i always wanted to “do this” “do that” and some “bull shit”{u can remove the word Bull} to which u have to listen and appear interested at the same moment......wtf who cares. And then “GF hai tumhari”..... “nahi hai” was the reply with a facial expression saying yes, yes yes......and she actually believed that or atleast appeared to belive that; (oh u forgot i graduated from IIT R ;) Ab meri baari “BF hai tumhara”.......... “nahi hai, matlab 4-5 ladko ne propose to kiya hai but nahi hai”. NOW this is sales SPIN model where u increase ur desirability factor (waise according to my prof. Need feel karao), maine kaha bete aan do......