



A uncertain broker in the wall street, undecided on what to do, ambling across in the taciturnity of the streets.
This was me for past 1 week... undecided what had gone wrong. All this started with a vibration in my trouser pocket , it vibrated till i said the customary word....
Me: Heeellloooo... Mom!!
Mom: Hi Son, how u being doing today.
before I could answer in came the next question..
Mom : R U alright? Is there something which is bothering you.Make u unsettle.
With eye brows raising inch by inch and the rusted part of the brain started creaking, nothing was clear
Mom : Son, life is not a bed of roses, even if you want the rose there are some thorns hidden in it. If you fail getting one rose, never be disheartened.
Aha this was the limit, I was getting frenetic.
Me : Mom, can I ring u back later, I am in midst of something.
Mom: hmmm....
I was confused... brain cells woke up interrogating the cause of this call. Chaos, turmoil, upheaval, commotion, muddle, mayhem what word should I use to describe my situation.
Few hours later with the curiosity reaching its peak, I decided to ring back Mom.
Caller tune sang : Ma Ka Ladla Bigad Gaya.... (from Dostana) (Means: Mom's Darling has been spoiled)
Curiosity matrix touched its peak.
It was dad who picked up the phone.
Dad: Hey Son...
Me: Dadddd.. wassup mate... Wherez mom.. is she not around
Dad: Yes she is... she is just busy reading your blog
Me: Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat My Blog
Dad: Yes Son... says thanks to your sis who found this secret out.
Me : Dad.. hold on... Did u read it..
Dad: Nop son, I will read it soon... U don't worry... Meanwhile you should have told me that you had an affair.How u guys broke....
Me : Dad .. those are just imaginations.. nothing is real... Is that what Mom wanted to speak to me in morning.
Dad : I guess so.
Ho my God.. Now I understood the story.. Mom read my blog as if she is reading my autobiography.. I tried to convince her that these are just my personnel musing, and no way related to my personnel life. Though some instance do.. not all.
She was not convinced, though she gave a Hmm in concern.
It was high time I decided to ring up Mom's personnel advisor.. My Sis....
Me: Sis wassup
Sis : Doing good Bro.. I am having your favourite shake, you want it dude
Me: Na sis, not in mood to gulp it..
Sis:(with a wicked smile) yea I can understand the feeling of Romeo...
Me: Hold on.. U know that I just write my blogs, and no way directly related to ma life..
Sis: yea I know, but this time I thought the other way... What ever U wanna me to convince mom.
Me : yea
Done deal was her answer, and must say she kept her word but...
Tea party at Cafe Coffee Day for Sis RS 500.
Red designer Saree for Sis Rs 3000
Convincing Mom about reality by Sis Priceless
For everything else there is a Credit Card
But to convince Mom its only Sister.
The torture does not end here, while travelling the kid in the front seat make sure he turns back and looks at me as if he is seeing a ancient creature. With Mom besides to encourage the kid by making all nasty noise.
Boy, but did something change now.I was communicating with the drops, my message started becoming part of those sent form amber. Think he was not complaining.. Driving slowly across the road my eyes suddenly lost concentration...
My eyes fell on her, running for a shelter
She was weeping, and yelling once in a while
All turned deaf ears to her, she was not complaining though.
Separated from her dear ones, she was not at all comfortable in this new territory
Before I could notice more, I had zipped passed her, leaving the slide view of those images in my mind.
I became restless, there was now a bond which was created, She touched my heart, no she stole my heart and I have left it behind. I have become Heartless.. I wanted it back, but it was with her.
How can I ask her?
Who is she?
How will she behave, when I talk to her?
Not caring about these questions, I decided to rush to her.She was not there, my eyes kept searching, there she was, taking refuge in the bus shelter.She was alone, she was beautiful, but still, every one ignored her.I parked my bike, and walked to the bus shelter, questions kept pouring in my mind.
What the people around will think, would I be branded as an "Eve Teaser", with all courage I went forward.
Now I was near her, by-standers started noticing me.
Removing my helmet, my eyes met her eyes, the brown eyes were confused, water kept dripping from her head. On seeing me she took a step back, scared, she was confused.
Not knowing her name, I called her to me, using action, but she still was confused.
I was being watched, by all.Now I had no other option, but to win her confidence.
I touched her wet head, she was shocked. I held her hand, it was soft as a sponge, nails were long, before I could feel more, I felt the hand slipping from my grasp in despire.
She was completely confused, she resisted, but just for a minute, once she felt comfortable her eyes spelt confidence.She smiled, and knew I was there for her rescue.
Sharing my jacket with her, we marched towards to my bike.
I was not sure, what I was doing; but believed I was correct.
Let the world blame me, my conscience would never.
I did what I felt, and I am correct.
Overcoming the brief resistance, I was able to win confidence from Mom and Dad.
Now it's 4 year past this incident, she lives with me, she is ma love, she is my best friend.
She is Nuerie, The Labrador Retriever , My Love
The happiness those currency notes provided by Dad were beyond explanation, the joy I had collecting those were beyond hobbies.Even though many times the currency do accumulate in my account they are just dead currencies, nothing more, they do not have the love of my dad, who made sure he kept a currency note for me aside from his salary
I wish those days could return,