Good and Bad Score

Below two lines are in Hindi language:

"Kya aap jaante hai aap kitne acche or kitne bure hai. Jaaniye apne andar ke ache aur bure ka score. Score janne ke liye sms kare, GVBH (Aapka Naam) to XX777.Rs 3/sms."


Above message translated in English below:

“Do you know how good are you or how bad are you? Now you can know the score of your inner goodness and badness. To know your score, just sms GVBH (Your Name) to xxx77. Rs.3/sms.”


Above message was sent by Vodafone Customer Care. They keep sending so many messages and I keep deleting them but this one I couldn't let it delete that easily. It had got my attention and I had to react on it. I am flattered, just by my name; I can now know my good and bad score and that too just for Rs 3. ROFL !!! I can’t stop laughing; I mean what the hell these sms center think of themselves? Do they really think that they are gaining customers like this? I am really bugged by their messages and thinking of shifting to another Telecom network.

Since the message had irritated me a lot, I decided to irritate the boy too. So I sent him the same above message with few changes as typed below in hindi:

"Kya aap jaante hai aap kitne acche or kitne bure hai. Jaaniye apne andar ke ache aur bure ka score. Score janne ke liye sms kare, ILU (Mera Naam) teen bashaavo mein mere number par.Rs 1/ sms "


Above message translated in English below:

"Do you know how good are you or how bad are you? Now you can know the score of your inner goodness and badness. To know your score, just sms ILU (My Name) in 3 different languages to my number. Rs 1/sms only."


I am still eagerly awaiting boy's reply as he claims to be busy in work and seems to be unaffected by such sms.

Little Diary

Little diary,

Which knows

many secrets

Of Mine has become a friend.

Started as a habit of writing every night

And now turning out to be my strength,

And wealth in times of need.

It doesn’t even judge me,

No matter how dirty my secrets are!!

It just becomes a witness to all my pretty sins,

My short lived happiness,

And to my lost world.

It knows all in and out.

It’s a dangerous secret,

If misplaced in wrong hands

It could lead into disastrous situations.

Started as a hobby and now turning out to be a dangerous game

Little diary knows it ALL.

(Above Image  via flickr )

Short Story : Missing Her

Today I will take a walk instead of autorickshaw which I normally take while going home. Anyways I am not in a hurry to reach home, as she is not here. Otherwise she would call and shout: where are you?  Why are you late? Yeah she says she is concerned but the way she screams on phone makes me thinks otherwise. Is it really concerned or just curious if I am roaming with somebody? Then she will give a list of things to be purchased like I am some shopkeeper providing home delivery service. And in the end, she will say, come fast, I am waiting.  I use to control my anger because I use to feel dominated by her but I ignore it and would just say Okay.

When I rang the door bell of the house, I half expected her to run from the bedroom to open the door but it’s my father who opens it. And I enter the house and still half expecting her to take my wallet to keep it safely in the cupboard, she says she loves it but I like it more than her, though I have never told her this. But alas, there is no sign of her anywhere in the house. I go to my room and open the cupboard to place the watch, and change my clothes.  She is not in the balcony so that I could pinch her at the back and tease her for being fat. Not that it matters to me, but she gets irritated, so I do it. I lie on the bed, imaging her face, her giggles and her long curly hair, she looked like an innocent child but she is not here, I can only smell her perfume on the pillow cover.

My head is splitting with headache. It’s being there, since the time she went away. When she was here, she liked massaging my face and the body. She used to enjoy it and it was her regular chore before we cuddled in the night. Then one day, she wanted to make love under the open sky, she had fantasized it for a long time, so we did it in once at 2 am in the terrace. She loved singing. She didn’t have a great voice but just to irritate me, she would do it. She never liked taking orders from me. If I did, I would end up hearing her set of complaints about how much she is compromising in her life by marrying me. She behaved like a queen and indeed she was for me, a prized possession I enjoyed my life with. We were married for two years but still behaved like kids fighting for a single toy. She was a darling of my parents.  Not that she did any housework, infract she didn’t do any work at all in the house. She knew her way around with my mom. She loaded her with gifts and use to pamper her. And get special whisky bottles for my dad. And I had fallen in love with her at first sight. So she had us all under her charm.

One night she surprised me by singing a lullaby. And it sounded so horrible, that I had to kiss her for a longest time before she finally gave up. I can still feel her laughing under my lips.  It’s being two months since I lost her in a car accident. She wasn’t even driving, Oh god! It was not even her fault.  We had our lovers tiff and just to prove that she can manage alone, she went off alone to have her roadside delicacies. I only wish I had gone with her. That unfateful day, destiny had made plans for her. A young boy in his twenties, royally drunk, lost control of his car and hit her and she died on the spot due to internal bleeding. In death also, she proved herself right that she can manage alone. It’s only I who cannot manage alone now. I am missing her.

Love or Arranged Marriages

There are people those who will advice you

Never go for love marriage

OR Never go for arranged marriage

OR Never marry only

But I would like to tell you

Marriage, arranged or love,

It requires a whole amount of

Your Time,

Your Caring Nature,

Your love,

Your patience and

Lastly and most importantly

Your  Forgiving nature.

I guess we all have this in us

but sometimes we just don’t want to