Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Saturday Shiver

Some people call it "Weekend",some radio stations call it "Saturday Night Fever".But right at this moment i can relate myself only to End & Fever.Saturday brings havoc to me more often than not.May be it has gt something to do with my numerological number 8,whose ruling planet is the deadly Saturn.According to numerology sorrow,suffering & failure go hand in hand with number 8 people.Though i give a damn to these bullshits,but today i feel may be its not all that crap.As i turn right in my bed,i realized that another drop of tear rolling down my ugly pimple on the left cheek finally faded into my newly grown beard.I know guys look horrible when they cry,& i will surely top that list.But today i simply cant stop myself.Its the micro-mini version of Tsunami that is going on inside my heart.I hate myself for being an emotional fool.It really hurts.
Sometimes back i heard somewhere that Time & Music are the best healer of pain & sorrow.Time for now has surely dumped me,so its the 2nd option which i have to rely on i.e. Music.I took out my new Samsung Galaxy 5 & plugged in the earphone & started tuning on to the radio stations.
A sexy hypnotic voice broke the temporary deafness of my ears."This is 93.5 Red Fm,Its hot".Dont know about the radio station but the figure which bore that vocal chord must be very hot.The voice continued "Hi i am Shruti,& you are listening to your favorite show Dard-e-Dil."I was already in dard,so didnt like the concept of burdening my heart with more pain.I went to the freezer & brought out a beer.They say beer helps you to forget the dear.So i thought of giving it a try.But today nothing seem to be working.I soon shifted my radio station & this time it was 98.3 Radio Mirchi.Love guru program was going on.So i thought i may also find some solution to my over complicated love life.A guy named Rakesh,who was happen to be the Love Guru,was trying to solve the love related problems of others,or rather i should say was trying to keep his composure to some of the stupid questions on earth.
Caller 1:-Hi love guru,this is Ajay from Hyderabad.Recently my Gf is showing more interest in her new puppy rather than me.Even if i am around her,she pampers her puppy & not me.I really feel insecure,please help love guru.The love guru keeping his cool gave him some fruitful advice.Ajay was so excited & happy,just like America would be to know about Osama Bin Laden.
As if this torture wasnot enough,here came the 2nd call.This time it was a female voice,so my interest increased by many folds.
Caller 2: Hi love guru this is Nisha from Mumbai.My Bf loves me very much.He never said no to me for anything.But last Monday,when i asked him to wear a Red shirt at his office,as it is Astrologically good for him,but he simply refused to me.It was so painful.I am worried that he is trying to dominate me now.Please help me love guru.
I said to myself "Neha you are lucky that your Bf only refused.I would have simply bite your neck till blood came out,& painted my shirt red with your blood,huhhh".I thought i was sounding more like a vampire these days.But yes,i have heard somewhere that people become Vampire if there true love fails.So may be now it was my time to become a vampire.

But i really felt pity for that poor fellow Rakesh,who is happen to be the love guru.In India its better to be the President than the Love Guru.With this i completed my bottle of beer,and as u all know emotions just flows when you are drunk.I was feeling horribly terrible from inside.I badly needed to express my emotions,cant suppress them for long.

So,finally i took my Diary & was about to start writing,but this time the Love Guru played one of my all time favorite song-

"Nothing's gonna change my love for you
You ought know by now how much I love you
The world may change my whole life through
But nothing's gonna change my love for you"

I felt like kissing the love guru on his cheeks,and turn into a gay.It will be a better solution i thought.After listening to that great number,tears started to fall again,& this time it was pouring heavily.It would have surely overshadowed the Mumbai monsoon.Everything was getting hazy in front of my eyes.But somehow i was able to get hold of my pen,& started to write down.My story needs to be told.At least these white pages will understand the purity of my heart.As i wrote the first alphabet " A" into my diary,a big drop of tear fell into the page.But this time i was determined,there was no looking back.I completed writing the first word.And it was none other than the word which used to fasten my heartbeats since i was a kid.It was the word "APARAJITA" my love.

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