This Delhi Life... Waiting for Anonymous...
South Delhi, Outside your homeBeginning of September, 5:30 P.M.
I put down the box of your favourite pastries at the doorstep. The door is bolted...I SMS you but your reply is the same as usual. I call you... once, twice, thrice... 'The Airtel number you are trying to call is on another call, please stay on line or call again later'... Finally successive rings...then...' The number you have called is busy'... then again successive rings... nobody answers... I give a last try...'The number you have called is switched off...'Dejected I write a note on a piece of paper and leave.
In the University, Faculty of Arts, North Campus
August,11:25 A.M.
In the University, Faculty of Arts, North CampusAugust,11:25 A.M.
I walk down to the Canteen to have a glass of Banana Shake... the thought of itself is refreshing after two long lectures... As I walk unaware of myself I see girls and boys immersed in discussions and animated conversations.... I see a group of people are seated near the Central Library engrossed in a heated debate surrounding the host of a TV show. I stop for a few minutes meditating what to do... then I look closely at everyone present in the periphery of the library... A flicker of ignited hope...dampens gradually.
Another Wednesday Morning At Home
October, 11:55 A.M.
I sit glued in front of the TV set watching my favourite channel... Another wonderful episode of 'U Special' comes to an end...A gush of adrenaline with tints of anticipation transcends upon me as the closing credits flash on the screen. My eyes linger on the screen till I find your name... A blossoming of happiness, a burst of satisfaction and then a deteriorating decline into actuality...
Cafe Coffee Day, Tolstoy Marg, Connaught Place
Another Wednesday Morning At HomeOctober, 11:55 A.M.
I sit glued in front of the TV set watching my favourite channel... Another wonderful episode of 'U Special' comes to an end...A gush of adrenaline with tints of anticipation transcends upon me as the closing credits flash on the screen. My eyes linger on the screen till I find your name... A blossoming of happiness, a burst of satisfaction and then a deteriorating decline into actuality...
Cafe Coffee Day, Tolstoy Marg, Connaught PlaceEnd of September, 1:00 P.M.
With a glass of Kaapi Nirvana in one hand and a pen in another I am copying down some important excerpts in a notebook...from...a British Council Library book on Ben Jonson. The jukebox is playing some songs but I don't really like them... I turn on the radio on my mobile phone and plug in the earphones... 94.3 F.M. playing the end notes of some latest song... The next song... Euphoria's 'Ab na jaa'... Memories flash back... All I can think of is you. I sit totally benumbed with my gaze affixed on the empty chairs near me.
At Home
Yesterday, 3:30 A.M.
Drowsy with fatigue... I give you a call...'The number you have called is on another call, please stay on line or call again later'. I switch off my mobile feeling a desperate urge to sleep, not realizing that this night is going to be another sleepless one.
In the car...Thinking while travelling through the roads of Delhi...
Today Evening.
With each passing day seconds have turned into minutes, minutes into hours, hours into days and days into months...More than three months have passed since I last saw you... Is this city too big to stifle my emotions? Out of the hundreds and thousands of people I meet and see in the city each day why do I never chance upon seeing you somewhere? I hope to but does it even matter to you. Is misunderstanding such a vibrant and remorseful force that it wipes down the tiniest ability of understanding? Perhaps it is! That is what you have made me realize with each passing day. Life is not a board of chess... you just can't keep on starting afresh every time you lose the game. I never wanted to be your handicap... I just wanted you to know what I really feel and get an answer to why you suddenly changed this way... Perhaps you will never know what I really feel... You yourself have knowingly estranged yourself from everything that was, that is and that could ever be...
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hey looking so pretty ........
u n ur blog .....dats gr8 .keep it up
After reading all this I think i m wrong man at wrong place.........
same with me
ny way wish u gud luck...
y do u make the words look so simple but elegant in their explanation... is that just an art or transcribing letters and converting them into forms of good known and unknown but meaningful words... gr8 work, i guess its all about passion of writing and puttin down thoughts, it happens to me as well, but aint as gr8 a writer as you are...a combination of of gr8 brains and beauty, well thats an implied thing which needs to mention...best wishes, god bless....
Vishal.
Awesome pick.. lemme read the rest of the posts.. Hope i get time to finish them all.. btw, whom are u talking about here???
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Hi Anu,
So you are in love... congratulations... its a powerful emotion... makes you feel like you are on a perpetual rollercoaster ride... euphorically up one moment and depressingly down the next...
The best thing about love is that you discover a depth in yourself that was hidden all this while…
Take care and keep writing…
-Your No. 1 fan ….Oshkosh. ;)
It happens everywhere. Pune is not too different from ND in this sense.
Life !! Or something like that !!
glad to see that sm1 knows that its that not easy to practice 'move on' in life...still smtyms u do that either by choice or lyf has nothin else for you.
first time on ur blog...couldnt keep myself from commenting...
its amazing to know that there are a million ways to look at the most mundane things, and even tho this post is so much more than just a "daily delhi diary", i feel like delhi just got a pair of new eyes, and became the most liveable city in the world... and yet being the proverbial metro that it is, its made its citizens learn the art of living an obscure life, and a big void what in place of relationships...
being a delhiite myself...i feel this post connects the ends of my existence in a crowd...
gr8 blog btw :)
Anukriti eagerly waiting for next piece of artistic and emotion-filled words from your side...!
wonderfully well contemplated n expressed
i love ur choice of words...and the song ab na jaa by euphoria,..brings back a lot of memories..really good post..and lovely use of pics..amazinggg
Hi! u have nicely juxtaposed ur thoughts with pics. I almost gilded from one thought to another.
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