छुटा अपना यह कारवां …

This one is special to me as this one was made in train, when our group was leaving for home and we knew we will never meet again in college and never be together. A sentimental moment it was and its still afresh in my heart, guys and gals from nit trichy please take it as tribute to batch of 2007 and more special to Dude of MP, i would be glad if some one in comments can mention all the names that our juniors gave to us on the farewell t-shirt. I am missing you guys..please read it!!

छुटा अपना यह कारवां
पीछे रह गया यादो का बस समां

आगे है नई मंजिले
एक अंजना सा समां
छुटा अपना यह कारवां …

ना आयेंगे वो बीते दिन
सुनी बहुत होगी जिंदगी उन के बिन
दोस्तों से होकर यू जुदा
कैसे बिताएंगे अब हर दिन
छुटा अपना यह कारवां …

अपनों से दूर अपना सा एक जहाँ
ख़ुशी और गम में झूमता कारवां
होती थी मस्ती की हर वो रात
ख्वाबो में झूमता था दिन का समां
छुटा अपना यह कारवां …

फूलो में खेलती थी वह जिंदगी
और कांटो को भी झेलती वो जिंदगी
वैसे होती थी कमरे में हर चीज यहाँ वहाँ
मोबाइल पर लोग लगे रहते थे जाने कहाँ
छुटा अपना यह कारवां …

दारु सुट्टे में बिताये गए वो दिन
बन गए है बस यादो के पल छीन
देते रहे हम जिस जगह को गालिया
आज याद आती है उसकी हर गलिया
छुटा अपना यह कारवां …

वो मेस के खाने को कोसना
और हर पल घर जाने की सोचना
वो घर के खाने पर दानव की तरह टूटना
और फिर झगडे में आपनो का यू रूठना
छुटा अपना यह कारवां …

वो टीवी पर देखना हर भजन
और अपने गेट का पौष्टिक भोजन
wild west संगम की वो रातें
और छत पर बिताये हर वो रातें
छुटा अपना यह कारवां …

first year से final year का ये सफ़र
अब है हमारी यादो का एक मंजर
दुआ है मेरी, मिलते  रहना मेरे यारो
बाटते रहना खुशिया मेरे प्यारो

जिंदगी के अगले सफ़र में
पाना ऊँची ऊँची कई मंजिले
दूर हो कर भी हमसे मेरे यारो
दिल में याद रखना इन दिनों को यारो

बस अब छुटा अपना यह कारवां …

यादो का जख्म!!

तुम से जुदाई का गम क्या कम था
जो यादो ने आ कर रुला दिया
खाई के छोर पर खड़े थे हम
यादो ने आ कर हमे गिरा दिया

जिंदगी की ख़ुशी के मौके है कम
और सागर सा भरा है इसमें गम
गोते लगा रहे थे इन लहरों में हम
की यादो ने आ कर हमे लहरों में डूबा दिया

बंद पलकों में सपना लेकर सोये थे हम
खवाब के अंजाम पर रो रहे थे हम
नींद को तोड़ कर तुमने हमे जगा दिया
हँस लेते जाग कर के हम यादो ने फिर रुला दिया

दिल को मिले  जख्म नहीं थे कम और
जख्म भरने के लिए नहीं था मरहम
वक़्त के साथ भर जाते यह जख्म
पर यादो ने आ कर इन पर नमक लगा दिया

पी लेते हर आंसू को हँस कर हम
बढ़ता नहीं हमारा यह दर्दो गम
तुमको पा कर खुश तौ बहुत हुए हम
पर तुमसे याद आया पुराना हर वो गम

डगमग से जीवन पथ पर चले हम
सम्हाल सम्हाल कर रख रहे थे कदम
धीरे धीरे आगे बढ़ भी रहे थे हम
तुमने आ कर वो बंधन याद करा दिया

तुमने जो दिया वो नहीं था किसी से कम
पर उन बातो को सोच कर होती है आंखे नम
देंगे सिर्फ तुम्हे दुआ ही हम
और मानेंगे इसे मेरे खुदा का करम

तुम दिल को बहुत अजीज हो मानते है हम
पर इस पल सम्हालो, लाद्खादा रहे है हम
तुम्हे अपने से दूर पा कर, घबरा रहे है हम
यादो के मंजर में खुद को अकेला पा रहे है हम

तुम्हे इन बहते आंसू की है कसम
रहना इस दिल में बन कर मेरे हमदम
देना इतना प्यार की भर जाये यादो का जख्म
और फिर ना कहे की यादो ने क्या कर डाला हमदम….

DEV-D

Got a chance to see DEV D in theater, a movie for the fast moving generation,( who really is on fast track today). A movie depicting a modern day devdas, what may have made people to go to theater may be the dialogues of the movie or the songs. But this was much more then this, it was about what is lacking in relationship of today. I just wana ask one thing from people is it so essential to live ur life on drugs when u really loose someone. Is it so necessary to cut the pain with another pain, which can cost you ur life. What makes devdas great is his agony for “Paro”, in the older version of devdas , hero lost his life but here he moved on. In my opinion that’s what makes movie so interesting.

 Movie clearly depicts how modern generation lack clarity, and just because someone else comes and talks rubbish about your love, you start doubting your love which has been there for so long. But what I would like to know more from this generation is: “Is love a physical relation or a metal bond”? Recently read a blog where author tried to present a thought: “Is virginity so important criterion for establishing relation”, the comment received clearly said they don’t mind if there loved one are not virgin, but if we go by people’s verdict, movie clearly depicts the opposite. I would really disagree with opinion of people, I would just say that people please be real, do not try to show off. We although are moving towards US culture. But still our mentality is not so open enough to accept such facts. Indians still can’t digest if even your loved one talks to someone else.

 The other point that was beautifully raised in the movie was how a minor became chandar, I mean we Indians talk a lot about being so innocent but are we really so, more then being innocent we are more hypocrite, if a girl who is minor is caught on a mms is being criticized only after watching the whole clip, people try to bond with her only after watching the whole clipping. Porn sells, but what if it sells on a cost of ruining someone’s life, even if it sells is it so important make an issue of it, not only people , the media also tries to get a bite out of the mental pain of that little gal. Even the family of that poor child does not stands and support her, what can be more excruciating for a gal, who suffered because her so called partner wanted to be famous or just wanted to show off her friends his brave deeds. What that gal said to dev was right, “Not even my dad hugged me and said its ok baby we will handle it, instead he preferred to shoot himself”. When will we be in a position to understand the mental pain the other person undergoes in such a situations.

The other good thing that I liked about movie is if a guy has pleasure with other gal then he is not blamed, but on contrary if a gal even thinks of it then, she is called a slut. I mean why such a discrimination, why is our mentality like this? Talking about slut, a very brave dialogue in the movie talks about a hindi word “Randi”. Now in the conversation between dev and chand, both of them discuss about there life, and when dev tries to ask how chand came in such a business , he could not use the proper hindi term cause he did not mean to hurt chand’s feeling. But the gal accepts it bravely and says why don’t u use that term, is it outdated?? Or is it wrong? What great we achieve if we call them by other name “sex worker”? They are all victim of man’s world who for a pleasure of second spoils life of others. What’s wrong if they accept that its man’s world and live with it, because they wana live there life. Why do we treat them like that? Some cool massages that movie gave were:

- Never drink and drive

- Drugs are always dangerous – You can’t trust a stranger be it a servant or a taxi driver.

- Be very clear in relation, the more u are clear, more you are happy.

- No one is born bad/spoilt; it’s just the circumstances that made them so.

All in all it gave so much to think about that one can discuss as long as he wants. But please let me know your views.

my life!!!

Here I am sitting in my office @ night…
Thinking hard about life
How it changed from a maverick collage life to strict professional life……

How tiny pocket money changed to huge monthly paychecks
but then why it gives lesss happiness….

How a few local denim jeans changed to new branded wardrobe
but then why there are less people to use them

How a single plate of samosa changed to a full Pizza or burger
But then why there is less hunger…..

Here i am sitting in my office @ night…
Thinking hard about life
How it changed…..

How a bike always in reserve changed to bike always on
but then why there are less places to go on……

How a small coffee shop changed to cafe coffee day
but then why its feels like shop is far away…..

How a limited prepaid card changed to postpaid package
but then why there are less calls & more messages……

Here i am sitting in my office @ night…
Thinking hard about life
How it changed……

How a general class journey changed to Flight journey
But then why there are less vacations for enjoyment….

How a old assembled desktop changed to new branded laptop
but then why there is less time to put it on……….

How a small bunch of friends changed to office mate
But then why we always feel lonely n miss those college frnz.….

Here i am sitting in my office @ night…
Thinking hard about life
How it changed….. How it changed……..

ishq ka kalma

Now if the last one was for my friend fosla this one goes for one who got his love. Strange naa… some one loose some one win in this game of love. Hope that this one gives reader the same delight as the previous one .

 

tere ishq mein duba hun is kadar

ki khud se ho chuka hu bekhabar

subah se hoti hai shyam na koi khabar

meri yaado ka hai kuch aisa manjar

 

har ghadi har pal sunta hu tujhe

khwabo ke sirhane mein bunta hu tujhe

tujh se kaisa hai marasim ye mera

na samajh aaya kya tera kya hai mera.

 

lamho ki kaleen par sunahri yadein hai teri

jinko chune se badli hai jindagani meri

saath bitaya har pal saugat hai teri

jin mein basi hai kitni khushiya meri

 

tere saath ka tah-e-dil se istakbal karta hun

aur yeh sab ko ek bar mile ye bhi dua karta hun

un chand lamho ko har pal mahsoos karta hun

aur apne alfajo ko yun he bunta rehta hun…

Tribute

This one is a tribute to my friend Sukhvinder!! whom we use to call  “FOSLA”. Now i dont need to tell you what FOSLA means, fosla fell in love with a gal name MONA NAIK. And what he felt he told me and while talking to this sweet freind of mine, I came up with these lines…Hope you all will like it..

 

 

In search of sleep, I tried so hard

To give running thoughts a small halt.

Running into emotions I cried so hard,

The heart fell into pieces & I shouted aloud.

 

But with me now was silence my friends,

An oath to wait & let this time pass again.

Things will change, my heart brings hope,

But the lone ray of hopes has fallen apart.

 

Waiting and waiting I am tried of myself

Loosing my patience I am out of my control.

My habit to smile has left me now and,

Comic sense has finally said to me bye-bye.

 

More I forget the closer I find,

Vicious whirlpool and never ending turmoil

Thoughts in my mind has made me remind,

U were never mine, U were never mine….

 

How can my love be just one sided

Giving you no chance and leaving u undecided

I gave you my life, I gave u my time

Searching in your heart,  that rhythm divine.

 

Years passed by and many days ran away

But u will come back why do I always say,

Why thoughts of leaving you leave me gray

And tears in my eyes come from no where.

 

Every fallen tear, carries the pain I bear

I can’t feel my wounds just don’t heal

I still respire but I lack all my desire

Without you I dream to reach no higher

 

From the bottom of my heart I still love you

My love this side is still waiting for you

Come hold my hand and make me alive

Insomniac and dieing now I cant survive…

 

Do let me know if you like it…

On the Road!!

Well Enough of poetic mood.. Bored u enough with my poems, this time the writer is back with another incident Pal faced!!!

It was a Sunday and for a BMW employee its the 3rd day of the week, So what do u expect an employee to do after finishing half week in office?? Obviously u would like to chill out and go out to refresh urself. It’s hard to believe that u are working on a day when the whole world is enjoying the weekend. As usual Mr. Tutu took the friends on ride and called us for a movie (7:30-10). Now don’t think anything happened in the cinema theaters this time. Luck favors u only once, not every time!!. After the movie was over we had to split, Tutu went to meet his aunty, and Pal left for home. Now moving from E-square to B-square Pal was enjoying his ride on bike. All of sudden he realized that Honda activa was coming from behind in speed, blowing horn so that Pal gets out of her way. Pal made way for Activa to lead the way, but Pal found that the rider had more beautiful eyes, being in a place like pune where gals cover there face and what u get to see is just there eyes. The gals have an ugly habit of covering there face so that the dust does not spoil there skin complexion, and the skin does not get influenced by the YUVI rays. The only reason why the keep that portion uncovered is to see, where they are going.

Trust me what happened after that was real fun, Guys have a bad habit of following gals, but Pal didnt he was enjoying the ride, and suddenly he realized that while riding he has again overtook the gal and he still was not aware of that, he came to know that when the horn again start blowing. This time Pal was in deep thought, he was thinking about the romantic movie where it was shown how 2 strangers meet and they become close friends. Since the thoughts were interrupted so he was annoyed and decided that he will not leave this gal, he will race along. So he allowed the rider to over take her and take some lead , he then raced his 150 cc bike against the 100cc scooteret, and in a matter of second he overtook that sweet eye gal, but by this time gal realized that its a race, and yo baby the heat turned on. So both of them were racing and pushing there vehicle to new limits. Both of them enjoyed racing and the fun was reaching its peak.

About a sharp turn the sweet eyed gal made a swift turn and overtook PAL. Annoyed Pal again overtook the gal and raced along but the gal was smart and she took a shortcut and overtook PAL. This time PAL decided that he will take the lead along the next swift turn. But the luck had something else stored for both of them. While taking the turn Sweet Eyed Gal’s activa lost balance and she slipped off from the vehicle. Pal some how managed to break the vehicle and the gal got harsh scratch. She was bleeding.

Like a good old gentleman Pal halted and helped the gal. He helped the gal in standing; the gal really had soft hands. She then lurched to road side. The vehicle was lying on mid road he brought it to roadside where she was sitting. Now Pal was a bit hesitant of what to say and what not to say. He then made a brave move and asked if she was seriously hurt. Gals have a bad habit of lying. She said in a soft tone “No everything is all right”. But before she could finish her statement blood crawled down her feet and she was bleeding. In the mean time she tried to stand up, in this attempt she met the real pain in leg. She started crying.

But she was not in a mood to get help from a stranger, now why the hell gals are so stringent. Like a gentle man he asked again that “Can i help u madam?” But the gals as usual have a habit saying a blind “NO” Before even a guy finishes his question. So Pal decided to move on but as he turned his back the gal ran all the horses of her mind and said “ Aee.. Hello..”. Now why do gals lack common sense? We are gentle man… aren’t we??

She then with eyes in her tears said “Its late night and if her parents saw her bleeding then she would be dead. So can u please help me out”. I tell you gals have this very bad habit of making guys sentimental with there tears. Pal then helped her and took her to dispensary on his bike. Still he was not able to see gals face, why the hell gals tie this cloth so tight. At dispensary the doctor asked if she would like to have an ATS injection, now like all other gals she fainted as soon as she heard injection.

She denied and normal dressing was done. Doctor by that time asked to remove the cloth and get some fresh air. She was really beautiful and not only her eyes were sweet her face was really cute. Pal then just went took her back to accident side where her vehicle was kept. Pal just wiped the scratches on bike and apart from one major scratch which was near the front wheel mudguard all scratches were minor and won’t be much visible once the vehicle was washed. To the gals surprise vehicle didn’t suffer much damage.

Pal asked one last formal question that will she be able to drive or she needs a lift. To which the obvious reply was ”NO Thanks”. Do u think Pal would have asked her name?? No he didn’t, instead he kick start his bike and made it ready for the gal. She took the bike said a formal thanks and went away in dark night. Pal took that smile stored it in her eyes and with a smile on his face moved on. There are some questions which might have arouse in readers mind but the only answer to them is life wants to move on, it never ask u to demand from it instead it asks u to do ur best and forget the rest.

Some times really sweet things happen on road.. It really demands you to never stop and keep moving.

Moral of the story: Ride safe and ride slow.

khuda teri duniya mein..

Khuda teri duniya mein hasna bhool gaye hai,

Maan ko jo chu jaye woh ehsaas bhool gaye hai,

Dil ki gahrai mein jo utaar jaye woh baat bhool gaye hai

Aab aur kya kahe apna he naam bhool gaye hai!!!

Kare kya umeed dujo se aab hum , ki umeed mar chuki hai

dil ki baat jo khatakti hai, woh ansuoon mein beh chuki hai,

roo roo kar bhi dekh liya, aab tau yeh ankhe bhi bol chuki hai,

aab na hoga intejaar , intejaar ki bhi haad ho chuki hai…

kari har koshish iss dil ko samjhane ki, yeh dil tere liye pagal hai,

ki koshish iss maan ko behlane ki , par yeh tujh par kayam hai,

rang bhare kaye maan mein , par rango ki chamak bejaan hai,

aur dil dhadhakta hai sirf naam ke liye, iss mein aab nahi jaan hai,

ki saawan ke mausam mein bhi yeh maan viraan hai,

tum aaj saath nahi ho dil ke , yeh tumhara ek ehsaan hai,

hum tumhe naa chahe yeh bhi tumhara ek farmaan hai,

kya kare iss jeevan ka? yeh soch ke maan pareshaan hai….

chaap tere naam ki mitaye kaise, kisi aur se najre milaye kaise?

Gayero ko shaamil kare tau kare kaise, tumhare ehsaas ko mitaye kaise?

Ki un palo ko apni jindagi se mitaye kaise, aab tum he batao..

Ki apne wajud se apne aap ko alag kar paaye hum kaise??

Ki likhte issleye nahi kyuki tumhari aas hai,

Par khuda gavaah hai in lafjo ko tumhari he aas hai

Teri baateein tadpati hai din bhar, aur tera chehra satata hai raat bhar,

Aaj bhi hum tere saath ko taraste hai, aur tanhaye mein yahi kehte hai

Ki khuda teri duniya mein hasna bhool gaye hai….

Ur friendly neighbour Tanduman!!

Wondering where was pal all these days!! Ok let me not keep this a secret!! Pal went for an official trip to haridwar!! Now wondering what was pal doing in haridwar?? Has he left BMW and joined some religious organisation!! The answer to all this is a very big NO. He was there for an official trip and has to look after vendors of those regions, due to the high class quality delivered by the vendors he has to make sure that the vendors don’t over perform. The biggest surprise and the twist of story are yet to come. And this time it’s none other than TANDUMAN. Now wondering who the hell this character is!!! Well let me introduce you all to my hero of this story Tandu man. During college days he was a very shy person and a person who use to speak less, but yet bring out miracles. He had done lot of ASH in college. Which is still being missed, I hope college friends agree for this. This super hero use to call himself friendly neighbour long before Spiderman movie was written. So friendly was this hero that after giving his assignments he use to get less marks and all those who copied from him use to get higher marks, but such was the determination of this hero that he never got frustrated and the aura of Tanduman spelt many charismatic deeds during college days. Finally he managed to land up in an oil company IOPL.

It’s well said no matter what so ever a hero never changes, and the legacy of the hero is like his shadow, same happened with Tanduman. It was a year after college ended, things changed on both sides, Pal as usual witty and funny as u all have seen him in blogs, but if u wana see the biggest change it was in Tandu man. Wondering what was the change… Well a change is best defined as the least expected incident. Now if I say that it was the biggest change then I swear by the horn of devil its gona be my last day on earth because the superhero will turn into super-villain. But any ways it’s on all u people to decide whether it’s a change or not, coming back to suspense it was a Delhi gal accompanying Tanduman.

Coming back to our meeting I was waiting in a restaurant and was looking around for my superhero and suddenly with a wink of my eyelash I saw my superhero flying in the sky, some said it’s a bird , some said it’s an aeroplane , I said its Tanduman!!!! But whats that a gal along with superhero!! I tried to enquire about it; being shy he just said just another heroic deed!! Unaware of the history of last one year, I thought that my superhero has fulfilled another dream of a gal. But for me the biggest shock came when I got to know the hidden story from the superhero after gal went away. He started off in a lazy fan saying Aisa kuch nahi hai!!! Now whenever someone says this it always smells fishy. Aware about my superhero’s dialogue and million repetition of “ Aur bata “I finally got to know what he did!! And to my goodness what he did was nothing less then Spiderman scene.

Rightly said he deserves the title of friendly neighbour, Trying to maintain his physique my hero was in for a morning jog and all of sudden a gal came running around and my superhero recognised it as her office colleague, she had no way out rather than to ask for help from my superhero, and my hero happily agreed for this, for him it was just another routine job to fight the evils!! Which he did in the most stylish way. But as always the villains don’t give that easily they come back again, but they can’t mess up with the hero so they again come back to heroine. Its rightly said that one smart can change ur life same happened with our heroine she used the most rare resource used by gals, the common sense, she called our superhero and our hero was on for rescue in a flash and the villains were treated like dogs, he warned the villains that if they repeat this act again they will suffer consequence, he ordered the villains to run towards jail else he will take them there in his own way. Scared and terrified the villains ran their way hard and heroine was watching all this from the corner of her window, impressed with my superhero she kissed her on his cheeks, now if this is what can happen in holy city of haridwar , What should i recommend to my other friends who are in metros!!Now the condition is that the hero is accompanied with heroin everywhere no matter how things go from here but my hero will still be honest and say “don’t worry dear kuch nahi hoga” now i don’t understand why the hell guys always do this they should learn to accept things and say bravely that yes i am having a good friend who is a gal and i am enjoying her company and things will move in positive direction ( lets not mix it with love) But as always my chit chat with my superhero will end up in a fight and the same happened in our meet and Being angry with my hero why the hell he does not understand “with great powers come great responsibility” now that life has created a twist for him ,why is he letting opportunity go!! People I request you to post comment on what my superhero should do and what’s the way ahead for him… Hope u all will do it for my hero!!

The interpretation

 

It was 7 pm in the evening when I reached home from office, dead tired after a long, hectic day and suddenly the phone bell rang. I went to pick up the phone with an anticipation of my fiancé’s call on my birthday today. My fiancé was working in Bangalore and we were getting married a month later. The wedding cards were already sent out to the guests. My expectations were soon shattered when I heard my Aunt’s voice on the other side. She had called to wish me happy birthday. I was literally in tears… thinking of why didn’t my fiancé call me on my big day? Suddenly I thought of my ‘wrong number friend’! Yes… I know that it seems to be a weird name but that’s what I used to call him when I met him five years back…. I was 18 years old then and in my 1st year of college. It was a lazy Sunday afternoon and I wanted to speak to one of my college friends. I picked up the receiver and dialed the number. The bell rang and a deep, husky voice answered the phone. “Hello, Can I speak with Shalini?” I said with a slight hesitation. The voice answered “Wrong number!” and kept the phone down. I dialed the number again and got through my friend. But somewhere deep inside that voice kept on bothering me… I was somehow attracted to that voice and wished to speak that guy again. Suddenly, in a matter of a few seconds I picked up the receiver again and dialed all possible permutations and combinations of my friend’s number, in hope to get that number again. I tried once, twice…. so many times but the right number didn’t click. I was about to give up when suddenly, the same voice answered the phone… The same deep, husky voice…. The guy smiled and said “So, we meet again!” We talked for a good long 3 minutes that day. There was something that attracted me to him… something different and quite amazing! The next day we talked again, this time for half an hour! As months passed by we grew closer and developed a relationship which grew out of a part of him and a part of me. Everyday we’d talk for hours on the phone on our lives, films, music or even cricket… we could talk about anything under the sun! It was almost one and a half years now that I knew him and I must admit that I was falling in love with him. But somehow didn’t have the courage to convey my feelings to him. What if he said NO or what if he belonged to some other caste and my parents being conservative would never agree to our marriage! I was feeling restless and suffocated as he was the only boy whom I loved unconditionally from the bottom of my heart without actually seeing him in person or even knowing his name. One fine day, just a week before Valentine’s Day I called him up again and told him that I was leaving for Bangalore for my post-graduation. He gave me his Bangalore’s office number and asked me to call him up once I reached there. But I never called him up… don’t know why?    In the meanwhile, my parents fixed my match to an investment banker passed out of one of India’s top B-Schools and earning a handsome 7 figure salary package. I was still not too happy with the match but like an obedient daughter, I had no choice. My fiancé was an ambitious and a career-oriented guy. We were quite apart he being practical and calculative and I being sentimental and emotional. We got engaged but in our 5 month courtship I hardly got any calls or messages from him. I used to hardly meet him once in maybe 2 months and I could interpret him to be a very moody and highly ambitious person. He used to talk on and on discussing his office, job profile and future professional goals of which I had no clue since we both worked in different fields. However, he never interfered in my personal life and always gave me my space and freedom. It was my birthday today and I was expecting his phone call or maybe a small SMS, but all in vain. So, with a heavy heart I took out my phone diary and decided to call my ‘wrong number friend’. It had been 5 years since I had known him but the depth in his voice had not faded away. I said “Hello” and he without a second thought answered… “Hi Senorita! Wish you a very happy birthday!” Senorita… that’s what he used to call me as I was always very hesitant in disclosing my real name to him. We were talking like long lost friends, when suddenly he informed me that he was getting married… I was shocked! I had never expected this to come up, so after a while I told him that I had some work and would call him later. I thought that this was the end of it as now it didn’t make any sense to call him as he was getting married. I just took it as an unfulfilled dream… Days passed by and my wedding was soon round the corner, when one day my Mom called me up…. I was dumbfounded and couldn’t believe what I had heard just a few seconds back… The ground below had swept off my feet! My fiancé had met with a serious accident and died on the spot… I didn’t know what to do and whom to share my grief with. I thought of my wrong number friend but had no strength to speak to him. The next day I packed my bags and took the first flight to my hometown. I along with my parents went to his family’s place. The environment there was very sad and everyone was grief-stricken at such a tragic and unexpected death. I wanted to cry but was in a total state of shock… like any other girl I had built my own dream house after marriage and was very excited about my married life…. But that had all gone. I went to my fiancé’s room and looked around. There was an almirah right at the corner. I opened his almirah and saw 5 packets of gifts, neatly tied in a beautiful pink ribbon. They had ‘Happy Birthday’ written on them. There was also a small letter written in a beautiful handwriting…. It read… “I always wanted to tell you but was shy. I always wanted to share my true feelings but was scared at the thought of rejection. I always wanted to let you know that you meant the world to me but was hesitant. I always wanted to tell you how much I LOVE YOU. Many Many Happy Returns of the day! my dearest Senorita. Always yours – Wrong Number Friend”. God always gives us the right numbers, it is we who interpret it as wrong!