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I'm pleasantly surprised to find the photo I clicked last night in the list of top 10 photos for 09.02.2006.
I must admit it feels great to see my photo among the best. Thank you everyone for appreciating my art!
Cheers!
Boy Meets Girl - Chapter 2
It was 10.30 pm, and scene at Caspian Lounge had turned worse. Group of drunk guys were yelling the lyrics of
Comfortably Numb in an attempt to sing along. An obese guy with his beer goblet in one hand, and a cigarette in the other danced in unsynchronized steps, almost tripping over the waiters.
Varun, Neeraj, and Peter were on their fifth round of beer now while Irfan sipped from his third glass of Coke and blew smoke rings aimed at the ceiling. Varun and Peter spoke something about music, which Neeraj could not quiet follow - thanks to the loud music and the beer that was slowly beginning to affect his senses. Meanwhile, Varun's phone on the table moved left in two short steps. It was an SMS from Priya.
R u at Caspian Lnge? Me comin der wid frnds. Pls dnt crte a scene.
"So I'm now infamous for creating scenes" thought Varun and dropped the phone on the table.
"Everything alright, dude?" asked Neeraj.
"Yea man, all cool. Chill!" defended Varun and picked his phone to show the SMS to Neeraj.
"You deserve a much better girl, Varun. You need a Sonia in your life!"
Sonia was Neeraj's girl friend. She was a typically traditional girl, with good values and a subservient attitude. Neeraj thought she would make a perfect wife, who would keep him happy, respect his parents, and would be great to show around to the world.
"Forget it man, let's not talk about it!" blurted Varun with moist eyes and a rolling tongue. Neeraj found it difficult to conclude whether it was because of the beer, Priya or his reference to Sonia being a superior choice.
The music suddenly changed from rock to bhangra, with a group of new guys capturing the juke box. The room echoed with
Gori naal ishq mitha now filling up the room. The group of girls sitting at the corner of the room broke into frenzy and started throwing their hands up in the air.
"God damnit! There are gonna be fireworks here!" yelled Neeraj signaling at Peter and then looking at the door.
Peter turned back to look at the door only to see Priya walking in with another dude of about 6ft. She wore a brown poncho top and a black skirt that perfectly suited her dusky complexion. Priya then waved at Peter, Neeraj, and Irfan before settling onto a table at the other corner of the room - away from Varun's sight.
"Dude, Priya is here..." said Irfan.
"I know. She's with another guy, isn't she?" blurted Varun.
"Uh....well.... she is with some really tall dude." said Neeraj nervously, trying not to affect Varun.
"I knew it. I knew it, she'll do something like this...." roared Varun and banged his fists on the table.
"That guy is Atul. Her ex-colleague. She always said "things" would have happened between them had I not come into her life.
Bitch!" yelled Varun and drank the remaining of the beer in his goblet.
"Hey, chillax yaar. Come on, we're going bird-hunting to Bandra! Let's get some chicks for tonight!" exclaimed Neeraj in an effort to improve the mood at the table.
By now, Varun was too lost in his own thoughts to hear anything Neeraj said. Even the loud music did little to affect his intoxicated mind.
"Why did you do this to me, Pri. Why...?"
"Why do I love you so much? Why do you mean so much to me? Why can't I get rid of these emotions and think with my mind, just like you? I hate emotions..."
These thoughts did a cyclic jig in Varun's mind, leaving him completely lost and unsynched with the environment around him before he collapsed his head on the table.
