Hi Folks,
Extremely sorry for not keeping you updated about our journey in Hell. Well, from now onwards, I shall make sure that I do not forget to give you tit-bits of the major activities taking place at Hell. By then, Nitin's training was kind of everyday affair for us. Though he filled our minds with numerous stuff about the process, making the optimum use of the projector, reducing our break intakes et al. But that did not deter him from allowing us to have fun during our work. Some new games had replaced the old. "Swapping chairs" and "Coffee pot" were the flare of the season. Nitin was a sport in real sense. He never let the so-called hierarchy concept creep between us. Though he was senior to all of us as far as job profile was taken into account, we always considered him more of a close friend than a trainer. It was a few days back (forgive me for I can not recollect the dates) that something special happened. Our brains had been tired because of exceedingly low glucose levels.Not to tire the readers, in simple terms, we were feeling "Boring". And so, somebody from our batch gave an idea of playing "Swapping chairs". For those individuals who do not know what this game is all about, I must say that it is real fun to play it. However, it can sound to be risky at times. It was during this game that I could catch a glimpse (rather- pay some more attention to the members of the opposite sex). I feel as if it is my moral responsibilities to introduce you all to a few more characters to this story in Hell. I am sure, it might sound confusing and a gargantuan task to remember each and everybody's name. But can't help it. Seriously. Because, in this phase, I will introduce you all to a few promising actors, who have a greater chance to be the leading heroine of our forthcoming endeavor. (in the journey of Hell) After all, we never know what future has in store for us- right? Anyways, let us get back to the formal introductions so as to sustain your interest in this story.
First things first. (Can't even dare to miss her name. Forget about that!! She will kill me if she doesn't find her name in the first. Well, jokes apart for a while). At one instant, I could see her sitting next on the chair next to me. She was laughing- almost like a crazy girl. The very first thing that fascinated me were her cute dimples. God! I thought to myself- I had never seen a girl with dimples, sitting next to me and smiling. Some unidentified character in the game called her. I realized that her name was "Riya". Yes, you got it right. The magic had just begun and I was enjoying it full throttle. Her long hair earned her an extra brownie point. When I say "Long", I really mean it. She was short in stature, of thin frame- but her dimples, her long unfurled hair, her sweet, innocent smile- everything added an inch to her charisma. She had a unique magnetism in her voice. She was soft spoken and the only conversation we had was when she looked at me and said in her usual fun-filled soft voice- "Excuse me".That was it. Dressed in an off-white salwar kameez with a printed red dupatta, she looked stunning. She was pretty- no doubt about that- her visage was that rare combination of innocence and sensuousness. Loose hair, no make-up and lovely dimples- that was enough to make her look subtle and sexy. I could say that she had the capacity to carry her beauty so subtly that it could sweep anybody off their feet. The best part was that she was energetic to the core and full of sparkling humor. I guess, she would have made hundreds of dil go dhak-dhak during her college days, simply to get a glimpse of those dimpled smile. (God! did I say that? No body heard it--right?)
I was perplexed for a split second. You know how guys are. As soon as they get a glimpse of any beautiful girl in the vicinity, they have their thirty-year-future plans done in a nanosecond. And I was no exception. There were too many choices and too less time for me to fix my target. Looking around, I could see 7-8 girls, many of them were eminently suitable for me. Very soon, my mind changed its course of direction. Some years back, one of my engineering batch-mates gave me a funda about how to attract girls ofBangalore
I though to myself- "what would be their perfect-man be like?" Tall, dark and handsome- or sweet and cute. Nay!! he should have an irresistible sense of humor and a rock-solid family man status. Besides, if he has a raw and vulnerable sex appeal- he would have an edge over others. Alas!! it seemed as if I had literally lost the game before it was even played. All my plans were a ridiculous fiasco in toto, before being brought into fruition.(Alas! if I ever had even one of these qualities) I was sad- definitely senti - till I was interrupted my our trainer.I was brought back from my thoughts.
The game gathered momentum. During the course of time, I came to know about few other persons, with whom, in due course of time I bonded up pretty well. To begin with, there was a lady named "Julliane"- who upon interaction made me realize how difficult it was to manage personal and professional life at the same time. She was well-cultured and always wore a dazzling smile on her face. There were guys like"Jack"- who was a professional drummer and base guitar player, "Lez"- who was a keyboard player. Both Jack and Lez used to play for the "Symphony Band". It would be really great to be with these guys- so much of talented bunch- endless opportunities to hone up my skills.Then, there was the happy-go-lucky chap "Sanjay"- who had a terrific sense of humor. The commonest feature that all of us shared was the love for "Sutta"- yeah! all of them, including me were chain smokers. We made sure that we had our quota of nicotine at every possible opportunity (read- "breaks")where we would gather and share our ideas, plans, apprehensions and concerns.
Sorry folks, how did I miss her? "Neha"- the name was enough to describe her. Extremely down-to-earth by nature and her million dollar infectious smile was sufficient enough to make me feel for her. She was sportive- at times shy- but the best part in her persona was that she always enjoyed my company. (I still wonder how she managed to?) In no time, we bonded pretty well and she was candid enough to confide a lot about her college days, the fun she had bunking classes, the exam-backlogs and the difficulty with which she cleared them and stuff like that. In the end, I had a very positive opinion about her.
Well, as some great men said that- "It has been observed by wise men or women, I forget which, that all persons are doomed to fall at least once in their lives. No particular season is, as I remember, assigned for this." To give a bit of my mind, I'ld say that I feared that my heart was going to be irretrievably lost before I suspected that it was in danger. But, as a matter of fact, I was mentally prepared to face any circumstance (if at all, any). To be continued....
Extremely sorry for not keeping you updated about our journey in Hell. Well, from now onwards, I shall make sure that I do not forget to give you tit-bits of the major activities taking place at Hell. By then, Nitin's training was kind of everyday affair for us. Though he filled our minds with numerous stuff about the process, making the optimum use of the projector, reducing our break intakes et al. But that did not deter him from allowing us to have fun during our work. Some new games had replaced the old. "Swapping chairs" and "Coffee pot" were the flare of the season. Nitin was a sport in real sense. He never let the so-called hierarchy concept creep between us. Though he was senior to all of us as far as job profile was taken into account, we always considered him more of a close friend than a trainer. It was a few days back (forgive me for I can not recollect the dates) that something special happened. Our brains had been tired because of exceedingly low glucose levels.Not to tire the readers, in simple terms, we were feeling "Boring". And so, somebody from our batch gave an idea of playing "Swapping chairs". For those individuals who do not know what this game is all about, I must say that it is real fun to play it. However, it can sound to be risky at times. It was during this game that I could catch a glimpse (rather- pay some more attention to the members of the opposite sex). I feel as if it is my moral responsibilities to introduce you all to a few more characters to this story in Hell. I am sure, it might sound confusing and a gargantuan task to remember each and everybody's name. But can't help it. Seriously. Because, in this phase, I will introduce you all to a few promising actors, who have a greater chance to be the leading heroine of our forthcoming endeavor. (in the journey of Hell) After all, we never know what future has in store for us- right? Anyways, let us get back to the formal introductions so as to sustain your interest in this story.
First things first. (Can't even dare to miss her name. Forget about that!! She will kill me if she doesn't find her name in the first. Well, jokes apart for a while). At one instant, I could see her sitting next on the chair next to me. She was laughing- almost like a crazy girl. The very first thing that fascinated me were her cute dimples. God! I thought to myself- I had never seen a girl with dimples, sitting next to me and smiling. Some unidentified character in the game called her. I realized that her name was "Riya". Yes, you got it right. The magic had just begun and I was enjoying it full throttle. Her long hair earned her an extra brownie point. When I say "Long", I really mean it. She was short in stature, of thin frame- but her dimples, her long unfurled hair, her sweet, innocent smile- everything added an inch to her charisma. She had a unique magnetism in her voice. She was soft spoken and the only conversation we had was when she looked at me and said in her usual fun-filled soft voice- "Excuse me".That was it. Dressed in an off-white salwar kameez with a printed red dupatta, she looked stunning. She was pretty- no doubt about that- her visage was that rare combination of innocence and sensuousness. Loose hair, no make-up and lovely dimples- that was enough to make her look subtle and sexy. I could say that she had the capacity to carry her beauty so subtly that it could sweep anybody off their feet. The best part was that she was energetic to the core and full of sparkling humor. I guess, she would have made hundreds of dil go dhak-dhak during her college days, simply to get a glimpse of those dimpled smile. (God! did I say that? No body heard it--right?)
I was perplexed for a split second. You know how guys are. As soon as they get a glimpse of any beautiful girl in the vicinity, they have their thirty-year-future plans done in a nanosecond. And I was no exception. There were too many choices and too less time for me to fix my target. Looking around, I could see 7-8 girls, many of them were eminently suitable for me. Very soon, my mind changed its course of direction. Some years back, one of my engineering batch-mates gave me a funda about how to attract girls of
I though to myself- "what would be their perfect-man be like?" Tall, dark and handsome- or sweet and cute. Nay!! he should have an irresistible sense of humor and a rock-solid family man status. Besides, if he has a raw and vulnerable sex appeal- he would have an edge over others. Alas!! it seemed as if I had literally lost the game before it was even played. All my plans were a ridiculous fiasco in toto, before being brought into fruition.(Alas! if I ever had even one of these qualities) I was sad- definitely senti - till I was interrupted my our trainer.I was brought back from my thoughts.
The game gathered momentum. During the course of time, I came to know about few other persons, with whom, in due course of time I bonded up pretty well. To begin with, there was a lady named "Julliane"- who upon interaction made me realize how difficult it was to manage personal and professional life at the same time. She was well-cultured and always wore a dazzling smile on her face. There were guys like"Jack"- who was a professional drummer and base guitar player, "Lez"- who was a keyboard player. Both Jack and Lez used to play for the "Symphony Band". It would be really great to be with these guys- so much of talented bunch- endless opportunities to hone up my skills.Then, there was the happy-go-lucky chap "Sanjay"- who had a terrific sense of humor. The commonest feature that all of us shared was the love for "Sutta"- yeah! all of them, including me were chain smokers. We made sure that we had our quota of nicotine at every possible opportunity (read- "breaks")where we would gather and share our ideas, plans, apprehensions and concerns.
Sorry folks, how did I miss her? "Neha"- the name was enough to describe her. Extremely down-to-earth by nature and her million dollar infectious smile was sufficient enough to make me feel for her. She was sportive- at times shy- but the best part in her persona was that she always enjoyed my company. (I still wonder how she managed to?) In no time, we bonded pretty well and she was candid enough to confide a lot about her college days, the fun she had bunking classes, the exam-backlogs and the difficulty with which she cleared them and stuff like that. In the end, I had a very positive opinion about her.
Well, as some great men said that- "It has been observed by wise men or women, I forget which, that all persons are doomed to fall at least once in their lives. No particular season is, as I remember, assigned for this." To give a bit of my mind, I'ld say that I feared that my heart was going to be irretrievably lost before I suspected that it was in danger. But, as a matter of fact, I was mentally prepared to face any circumstance (if at all, any). To be continued....
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