Little Angel ....

Every now and then you see a familiar face . A very common one. And what a occassion to pen it down , Children's Day. Its not less co-incidence the girl i am talking about has a nile wide smile and kid style accent. She has a very sweet sweeter and sweetest voice ( if one is able to hear ). She is a real kid who would desire it all , with a gleam in her eye to attain the best.

As always , lets start with where i first met her. In a group of some 9 girls , she was seated to the window to the seat facing me. Didnt notice her much. Even didnt got her name correctly for the first time. Vaani is what i mis-spelled her. Well , it was in the Sukhwinder Singh Concert when someone commented as who among us is married. And this is one question i answered with ease, and the reasons the kid smile knows.  Well , she was shy to dance , a bit nervous or like a small child trying to understand what is going around. But once in party mood , she danced like gracefully. Though unnoticed as it may seem , but all praised her. 

To say all about it , and miss her dressing sense would be devil. Her dressing sense was epitome of the occassion. Perfect !!! The way the dress was carried with the shy nature and the smile made each occassion a special one.

She does not speak much , but if you wanna hear the pitch of silence defeating the noise, she is the person. Her silent presence is much more decorated than that of shouting Deepak. She would seldom place a request for a song, but would enjoy each moment. The best part was , even if she is not understanding something,  she will ignore it completely. Eventually over the period of time , she realised it was more fun trying to understand the talk, and then sew the missed part with spicy gossip which would fill the color in her silent journey. Never would one imagine , the learner behind that deaf silence has much more pronounced exponential learning curve than one could achieve. The broken sentences were now complete, and the silence began to voice itself. Not only was silence looked forward for each trip , but appreciated also. 

I sincerly dont know which segment in her brain she draws her energies from , for fear and courage come in at same time. The trust is one thing which is so rare in the world, and to prove yourself trustworthy was the most daunting task. It was in Bukka chakke when I had to shout her to cross over with others. I shouted my energies out , and tried my best. Well once she was through , the same Friend was now shouting more than i ever did. She enjoyed the most, much more than any of her nearest rival. She over-ran her fears so well, and enjoyed it too. 

Eventually over a period i came to know she is not as immature as she might look to be, she understands most of the things, analyses them and has her goals well defined. She is not the one who one would count as shouting in fast lanes , but she will be reason for someone doing so. One can count her in , whenever there is need.  

Before i close this , i would like to mention the sweet kid she has. And though she has travelled back to the kingdom of queen , she has engraved her name in my memory lane , which are bound to be deeper with time. The world might be lost but she is not. She never will be. 

I really will not miss her , and neither will anyone here, for we miss those who are far apart. 

As i dont really name anyone , for people who know you , and for you who know yourself , there is one thing ... 

The world is big , and dreams are bigger. Enjoy each moment , live life KingSize ... and yes , 

alwayz keep smiling. You look best smiling . 

Still want to write a few more lines , but as my handicapped English runs me out of words, but trust me the emotions wont. The mysore trip , the crocodile , and the excitement of climbing the struss , the depth of water fall , the dance of the Sukhi show , the tatoo of MS and the sweet candy to the Serengetti ...to the closing speech .... we are always together and ... not missing ya .... reason is already stated for the same. 

Bestest Person ....

We are destined to meet a few which we are destined to. sometimes it takes a lifetime to reach out to them, and sometimes they know you since a life-time before you connect to them. And then you know one thing for sure ... You can go to end of life and probably cross it but not lose them. This friend i am talking had known me for a year before i knew she knew me. We were destined to meet on May 1 2008 , but as Bangalore traffic wont allow me. She left the place at 6:00 PM and i recorded the attendance at 7 PM. So we did not meet. Jab We Not Met ... 

Since we did not meet  then , and we have still not been introduced to each other, there was no point in her inviting me to her birthday a couple days later. So again we did not met ...But not any distance could separate the poles of magnet apart for eternity. A friend , a mentor , a guide , a leader .... All know her by the time i finished it . 

So here she entered our house , a pleasant Sunday afternoon , and as one of us peeped outside , all ran in rooms ... to get properly dressed ... So here I was introduced to her . She recognised me , it was third time in my life , someone knew me beforehand. Then i  got the connection of her roomie as my project mate, and well i can now imagine the gossip session as to how i was so famous. 

So this lady is bindass types , speaks her heart out, but knows very well the limits. She is as mature as one might expect. There has been so many things i would love to pen down for her but i am sorry boss , i dont have the right. That right is reserved with someone who is perfect match for her. 

I have had the honours of going out on multiple trips with the lady. It started with Nandi hills , wherein she and her sis came along. Her sis is as sweet as she is, and she is definetly the elder sis any girl would like to have. A calculated freedom is what is granted , and unlimited fun is what is end result. She has the ability to lead, to direct the people towards a particular goal , and re-direct them to her wishes. She is one leader who set up the mood of the trip. 

Is she beautiful , no. Means , this question is not valid, she is re-defining the beauty with decency. a dusky beauty , with model looks and as God devoting separate time to knead the floor for this one in a zillion beauty with brains ,enabling her not only to take the breaths away but her talks stealing anything else that remains. She is one of the most beautiful girls i came across my life . Hazel eyes , killer smile , and more killer frown , and yay yay ... distinguish her from the rest. 

Her promptness to go to trips weekend over weekend is astonishingly similar to mine, with the only difference , she want to bike it all. And i want it anyway. She is one of the most open minded girls i met ( as expected , open minds sometimes ,.... ). Kidding , she is one who holds the head in the deepest problems i ever encountered. She is there as a helping hand when you need it. She is one trust i rely on. 

She is one who is all ears with genuine concerns to help you out , be it emotional breakdown or physical.She is there. If you trust her , she will always be there. Its you who might be more sure of yourself , or lost the way. But if u trust her , you will be safe. Trust me , she might act ignorant many times , but she knows it all. She tries to indicate, for an intelligent to understand , and for a fool to repent later. She wont invade your life, but can possibly tell you certain things which should be taken care of. Now not many trust me , but if you really do , trust me a bit more than you do to me . 

And on a personal note , I would love to write more , much more and much much more. I am running out of adjectives ( pardon for Poor English , i should have attended the school more regularly) , but as soon as I keep learning , i will keep on writing more and more..... 

You know you are best , we know you are best .... and that makes you my bestest person .... 

For tomorrow , the seven seas will separate but i will always cherish the fun , the mazza and the mochachillo .... 

Life maintained @ high speeds

Last time around , i seem to have a blackout of what was happening when it was at high speeds. This time i was in control. I knew the situation , and i knew it will take a long time to recover. As i hit the girl ,who came running in the middle of the road with her friend. I think I knew the moment i saw the girl she is not going to move. I braked hard , but for the speeds i was in , it seemed virtually impossible to stop the bike. The girl was unmoved , as if she was trying to test her wits against a weak discover. Well she won. 

Neither did she got hurt , nor the discover. It was only dingo hitting the roads. Now lets get back to the Singhsandhra crossing , 11-11 ...the timing is mistimed. It was just a matter of few milli-seconds which were  gonna define the next few days or month. I didnt knew the duration , but i knew one thing for sure , i did a blunder. 

So , here i am honking at girl , who is standing still in the middle of the road , expecting and desiring me to hit her, a split second where in she also was not able to decide if she wanna cross the road or wait for the biker to make the mind. And i decided to cut through her left when the second girl from behind , made her mind to cross the road. In these split second decision , i was certainly left with no option but to brake. And trust me , i tried hard , but the girl , didnt move a distance. In fact , it seemed she did not even know or wanted to know. I wanted to yell , to shout to tell her to get away. But as a pigeon would close her eyes for fear of cat ( those who have not heard this may safely ignore this statement) , she just waited for it.

As i hit her , i just tried to move her away physically , reached out to her , losing my balance also in the process. She had already hit and broken something , but the impact was reduced. I saw my bike dwindling. I tried hard to balance it, as i have done it twice, but no ... i was destined to fall , but unlike last time , i was in full conscious. 

Here the bike tilted to the right, and i saw bits of something flying past. I was unable to make what all were going , but yes , there was good grinding sound , sparks and pieces of mirror. I came to standstill some 100 metres from where i hit the girl.

A small crowd gathered around. "Kothe te aa Mahiya " song was on , as i got off the bike, i removed the handsfree, and first thing was song playing loudly. I remembered where the stop button was, so atleast i supposed i did not have any head injuries. I stopped the song , and then there was a slight dizziness i felt. I was sure i will be knocked down soon , so i slide-opened  the mobile , and called himanshu. He was already in half sleep and must have given the expression only a few can understand ... Shoooo .... and he asked me the place, and i guided him. As i disconnected the call , i saw my lift hand was red. Then it stuck me again , i met with an accident , and my right leg is immobile. The left hand is in blood, i have just made a mess. Then i saw a person in Tie , ahaa ... infoscion for sure. He took me to the side, he held a helmet , so must have stopped. So there were half a dozen others who stopped. 

Now the sun was on my head , and someone asked .. . neer .. and i said ... Yes ...fast. I was standing when someone called out , " His Right leg is gone , let him sit in side"  and then there was water. I drank the jug full. I saw the battery of my head re-charging , as i saw the people running after Infosys buses which refused to stop. Then someone brought the helmet , and handed it over. I then asked fellow person , Boss , get me a cab and get me to RK Hospital, EC. Everyone was asking , is someone there to help. I just said , boss , wait , my friends are coming. Suddenly a cab person stopped , and i got into it. There was this person who said he will take care of my vehicle. I requested him to get the vehicle to MLPL , but i saw a traffic police inspector , and i told person , get the bike to MLPL as soon as possible. Possibly the police wanted some money. Who wanna lose on a money making opportunity. Like with great powers come greater responsibility , with small accidents comes greater punishments. So the person took my vehicle to police station. 

Cut 2 ... RK Hospital : 

I got off the cab , and realised it was paining hard. My right leg was not fractured but something bad had happened. Possibly a muscle pull , a muscle tear or something like that. But let the doctor decide. The doctor Vijaya , received me with a smile. Then i was asked to lay down. And then she asked a few questions and then began inspection. She started with ankle to the knee and asked if it pained. She reached knee and i was smiling. she wanted to ask ,"Is it paining somewhere " , but then i told its paining on the knee. In meantime i called Soumya and told her about the same .

The doctor got the opportunity and sprayed the wonderful spirit on my open wound. Sheeeeeeee , it hurts man !!! And i shouted. The next part of treatment is censored for few audience , when Soumya hurt loudest scream from Deepak.

Cut to ... My team has arrived : 

All seems concerned. Before they arrived , there were multiple calls assuring them i am fine , but the team came in. the pain was less , and since i had laid down , the pain in leg seemed less. I thought i am more than fine. I expressed my desire to come to office and work. 

Cut to ... Ajit and Himanshu entering ... 

And it was no longer a sorry sight. the hospital was going to be filled in with laughs , smiles are jokes understood by three. As they came in the doctor enquired , and asked them they can take me home. 

But these guys wont let me off so easily. Kaboom , go in for X-Ray . and i did . Then i was joined by Soumya ( she is one bestest girl always to help). Then Pallavi , Namita and Neha joined in. I was so happy to have had so many gooody friends who always come in when i needed them the most. Thanks a lot friends. 

The Episode is still not over , and we have a lot more coming up .... and soon .... 

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