... and they lived ... ever after …

She looked at the rack that had all the photo albums stacked up as pile for the times of remembrance. Mere did she notice them in her good old acting days; lest now the free time is more calling her to have a glance at her old captures.

Picture dated year 1975, her early days of acting career, it was her screen test and director Nakul saxena felt that she was not the usual heroine material. His comments for her were that she needs to curb down on her eating habits and increase screen presence. The then beauties were less fleshy and revealed more of their acting skills. After Nakul, he was the second director who was looking for a fresh face; he almost decided on her when he saw this very picture. Not waiting too long she got her audition call from the then most acclaimed directors of that time. He truly would mesmerize people with his screenplay and directions.

She turned a few more pages in the photo album, year 1977 her second movie had shot fame because he had her sculpted and the script to perfection in very short time and had given the major break she needed in her career. She wasn't the greatest of the actors; but he never gave up; he almost had made a best actress winner in his and her second film together. News papers, the popular media then had her on the front page, for her performance in her just second movie. He did his best as director for the love he had for her since he saw her first. His heart beat only for her as most of the other films he tried with other heroine's never stayed there for more than few weeks. He was in love and that showed in his movies he directed for her.

She turned a few more pages in the next photo album, year 1978 her movie had made news and the news papers precisely read that. She was receiving the best actress award and he was the best director. Few had questions about her capability now and none did for his directorial work. She had tears in her eyes receiving the award, and she almost owed her award to him for getting her performance above par on the rest. She had nothing but fallen in love with him without her conscious. He truly had her in the news for the dreams that she dreamt off. She was on cloud nine and she saw him there along with her.

She turned a few more pages in the next photo album; year 1979 was the year she wanted to forget. She had right age for marriage and he had proposed her at their next film launch together. She was a better actress off stage and she almost bluntly said 'We are professionals and more appropriately are not even friends'. He felt his heart miss a beat and none in the industry would even believe that she could do that to him. Her professional ethics were too much to handle for him; the film didn't even make any noise at the commercial office for the off screen reasons more to do. She had no hits that year, and he later made his come-back with his biography 'devdas'.

Her wedding picture looked as beautiful as she looked to him. It was a classic black and white capture of the then UK returned Prithvi Bose D K and she being Mrs. Bose with the shades matching rightly with the fairer sex. She loved the capture and that’s the picture she still feels she looked beautiful last. He never attended the wedding and was busy at the nearby party drinking some imported scotch erasing his past memories. He made the next picture in the album completely his, he breathed his last and the capture was she paying her last tribute to the best director of that time. She looked pretty naive with the 80's shades as those probably made her look the celebrity for one last time.

Tears rolled down the cheek, she couldn't control them whenever she saw that picture. He never stopped loving her and she never did with her career, and his death had the last laugh. She no longer was in fame either, as Mr. Bose D K got the morning news paper reading she had won the best supporting actress for her 5 minute role in her new film. Mr. Bose felt the wet cheeks as he turned her face to look at him. She was a better actress now, he was in joy and those were the tears of joy as she still remembered him for the glory she owed him. She again gazed at the picture and turned as the last sheet of the album read ' ... and they lived ... ever after …'.

Lime Soda Salt n' Sweet

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When you order 'lime soda salt n' sweet' one realizes the tastes of life... seldom does one go through all of these; actually life is well lived in love and harmony with 'line juice salt and sweet'... read on....

Nalin broke his silence and showed the frustration out blurting his mind out; as his so-called close professional friends remarked him on his unsuccessful cure. Mahim has been silent for days and months now; Nalin being his personal doctor has no clue of what’s cooking in. Nalin has had the best of his studies tried out; being well known psychiatrist all around the region and in neighboring states; he is still yet to get insight into what Mahim is up to. Mahim has joined as fresh and challenging case to Nalin's quest to glory as the best doctor in his field; he has studied and now practicing for years.

Gopal the ward boy rushed to Nalin's cabin; without realizing that Nalin was in meeting with so-called international psychiatrists. Annoyed Nalin had a better-showcased look on his face; he just in driving out tone asked 'what is it Gopal? Can’t it wait?’. Gopal in response just said ' Sir ... sorry... its him.. Mahim!'. Nalin seemed to have understood; he broke his angry looking face with mild smile and said 'will be there!’. As Gopal left the cabin; Nalin was talking of Mahim, his patient and both Gopal and Nalin had the smile for the first time since Mahim had been admitted almost a year ago.

Nalin looked at the pencil sketches of the anonymous girl; there were a few sketches with only her eyes. Gopal came running to Nalin's room and stood at the door looking at Nalin for permission to get in. Once Nalin nodded his head, Gopal as he was getting in said 'Sir... I found them under his pillow'. Nalin understood the rest; he rushed to Mahim's ward, and with a smile on his face enquired 'How are you Mahim'. There was no response as usual; Nalin just flashed the sketches in front of his eyes, Mahim become restless. This was the first time Nalin had noticed this, he again enquired 'Mahim who is this girl?'. Mahim was out of control and seemed to say some words which none understood.

She walked in with a well designed; but seemingly under-sized dress; she did not look over-weight either. Her fair skin complemented well to the dress color and fit along with the shades, Nalin observed as they both walked into Mahim's ward. Without any delay almost instantly, Mahim went violent as she is walked in and stood within his gaze. The ward boys around got hold of Mahim and was brought under control with some sedatives. As Nalin walked back to his room she, was there reading the days news paper; Nalin in a introducing note said 'Hello... I'm Dr. Nalin...'. She in response said 'Hi...' as she turned to him pulling those shades off. Nalin was very clear that those were the same eyes he saw in the sketch; he pulled the drawer to double check, yes! the same one, he confirmed. Nalin continued 'Thank you Ma'am for your visit and help. We can get Mahim back to normal; Were you both in love before?'.

Almost instantly, her response was 'No...! He is not even my friend'; the tone and expression matched to 'Adbhuta' rasa, one of the Nava Rasa. Nalin with his bit of classical dance knowledge seemed to have understood her response. She took leave and as she walked out of his room, Gopal came in. With a pale face and the left hand on the fore-head as though signaling that he had headache Nalin asked for a strong coffee. Geeta, Nalin's colleague was at his desk; as she tried to ease his headache, she said 'Love for anything; in your case profession, is like Lime juice salt n' sweet, the tastes of life... You seem to be in same condition as Mahim, he has tasted in soda... that landed him here'. As Gopal arrived, Geeta picked the coffee and with mild smile on her pretty looking face said 'One lime soda salt n' sweet...'

The Yogi ....

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 Many saints have come by and gone; few just are yogis. A yogi is indeed the person who has lived the life the way it has to be. Few did know what's like being yogi...

He woke-up early in the morning, not knowing much about the whereabouts as he opened his eyes, it was too early to dawn, and day break was far away. He realized that by seeing the darkness around; the sound of the crickets and other noisy insects made him feel a bit scared. He just hoped to get insight to what had happened. He wanted to check what time is it, the clock looked very distant and blurred; he rubbed his eyes to have clearer look which didn't help either. As the crickets take break to ease of their vocal chords; the clock sounded very clear, making him feel it is closure than it looked. He thought for a moment what happened the previous day.

He woke-up to the alarm; it was 5 am in the morning. He got off from the bed with ease and got ready to go the nearby man made pond to have a dip. As the dawn welcomed him at the onset of the day, making the new beginning. He dipped in full in the water thrice and then looked to be offering prayers to the world creator as he chanted song like words that probably meant. He sang for a while and then cleaned up with the tidy white cloth and proceeded with the yoga. Though he has learnt a few of those called aasana; he was profusely sweating after those rigorous looking stuff for other novices. Working out and with the time well spent with little familiar company; he eased to rest in peace with shavaasana. As he the body had gone through the real tormenting of the work out; he was trying to ease himself and think about his goddess.

His preparation was almost over when it struck 12 on the clock indicating that it was nearing lunch time. He read and scanned to those pages that almost looked as familiar words. He had read that book several times, as it inspired him to read that again and again. He got engrossed in the reading while the stomach had butterflies indicating lunch time. His usual veg lunch with virtually no spice and just the pinch of salt was self served. He made some kind of ritual before beginning to eat and while he ended. It was 3 p m and it was time to take rest after the meal, but he chose not to and got dressed up a bit too early for evening. His attire had changed and made him look good with the leather jacket hanging over the shoulder, just indicating that he was in Chennai.

His flight was ready and he boarded after half an hour drive, destination was Bangalore. Familiar faces around and more like back home; he kissed her as she picked him up at the arrival gate. She was gorgeous and with full hearted hug, the warmth took over. It was the beginning of one of the most romantic evening as they drove away from the airport towards the city, as it beckoned with the evening lights. Destination was a farm house pretty close to the out-skirts but on the other side of the city. He kissed her again in the car as the car reached 'yavvana', the luxury farm house Nalin owned. The cutest and the most beautiful girls were there as he just disappeared with drink in his hand. Soon Nalin offered a few packs of special cigars and the smoke with music filled up the air. They danced with drink and smoke as he just managed to see his watch that showed 12:30.

Yogi...Yogi... wake-up. Nalin kept calling, he opened his eyes again, day light passed through and blinded his eyes, and he no longer heard crickets and the insects sound. Yogi had his memory back of what had happened till 12:30 last night. His head hurt a bit as he picked up the glass and sipped the water like drink again. The girl who picked him up last evening was in different attire as she said 'Yogi ... you are too much... last night you know...'

Life ... Just like that... its happening !!!

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Just like many of those magical words, this phrase has got me thinking and oozing in thoughts to write something. I wish I could understand these words before I write. As I write, I have been also thinking about another phrase from the popular number 'Its only words ...'.

Tharini has been a good student and Roopali is very impressed with her personal learning capabilities. Roopali though has been the mentor, she also happens to be Tharini 's mother. Roopali as a teacher wants to bestow the best of her knowledge to her student. Tharini being without father has very less to complain as Roopali takes care of that role as well.

Nalin has been working in the same office as Tharini , along with many of the other folks; Mahim too has been closely working with both of them. Though Tharini gets most of the personal learning from Roopali, she is running short of her professional training. Mahim has been assigned the task to get both Nalin and Tharini to their professional high in the company. As the time passes all three get close enough to work as group, they help each other out in completing the tasks.

Tharini is has been trying to get to the same level as Nalin, though both perform the same set of tasks with the same amount of ease. Tharini always feels that her performance is not best show-cased while Nalin gets all the praise. She tries her best to overcome this barrier of hers, while trying to get  more appreciation from her seniors. Mahim has been noticing the strive from Tharini to over-do and over-perform Nalin, while getting the praise from the team members. Mahim as senior tries to get her problem sorted out. As time passes, Tharini and Mahim get to the problem and fix it. Later does Mahim know that this has been a psychological problem of Tharini and isn't the actual one. She always felt that she and Nalin had to get the same grade, praise and benefits for whatever task they have done.

With the time spent as a team, Tharini is over-shadowed of her mother's teaching in the personal as well as professional life and tries to get the same from Mahim . While Mahim tries to provide her the best of the solutions to her personal problems as well. The more Mahim gives solutions the more problems both get into, while professionally this worked and not personally, Mahim is perplexed at the outcome. On the other hand Tharini also discusses her personal issues with Nalin and his solutions seem to work more effectively. Tharini now has better control; she stays away from Mahim and gets to him only for the professional cause. Now Mahim doesn't understand the chemistry behind the change in Tharini , he tries in vain to arrest the situation in his favor. Tharini once self proficient with her professional need, she is on her own. She also declines Mahim's company saying 'just like that!’ Mahim is in serious trouble thinking of the situation change that has occurred during the course of time.

Mahim 's friend Baghavathi comes to his rescue. Her thought is simple, Tharini is the way she is, never apply logic to her moves. Even Tharini for that matter doesn't know what and why she does things the way she does. At convenience Tharini mixes professional and personal lives with lot of ease. That is the way she has been brought up to fight her cause, not only her many others too. They cry for no reason and blame people at will. In engineering terms they are designed the way they are. Baghavathi says Mahim should also get going and clear of his mental blockade Just like that !!!. With those lines Baghavathi turns to Mahim, she has big smile and Mahim now gets his laugh back ... Just like that !!!

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Borrowed line - 'We are friends'

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'We are friends' the borrowed line from my friend. I never understood the meaning of the phrase though, sometimes I felt my limited vocabulary had it read as idiom. I need to brush my English skills for better usage of the line.

I pretty much understood the word relation means, in mathematics and chemistry (when it works) it is usually represented by the LHS and RHS with either equal(=) sign or whatever is relevant. I'm not good at mathematics or Chemistry either. I have been trying to get the real meaning of the word relation and friend means.

My analogy of love and friendship still holds good, though I have not understood none of them. I happen to come across many people questioning what friends mean. As movies say love is when the inter-change of hearts happen; may be inter-change of joy and sorrow happens too. while that still means we can represent such thing with a mathematical representation.

The relation between two individuals becomes a reality only with proof. Say boy-girl relationship; the true meaning is when when they actually get married. Even the priest announces the 'man and wife' is only after the ring is in place. Mother for that matter will not accept any kid as her own unless there is proof that its her own blood; proof is must for the relation to happen. I have never come across such thing with friends. So its convenient to use the word friend for those relations where there is no proof. The real life incident is that my friend (if I can call so) says 'We are friends' when inquired about the girl he has been dating for years. They have been in love for almost years now without proof.

Proof for that matter is like the thread that hangs in the girl's neck which makes the world believes that it's legal to be physical. Although its quite true as well that a girl needs to get the proof once they have been physical, sort of security. I can go on writing on this for pages with nothing in it. There have been new inventions and disclosures to friendship as well; friendship bands. As funny as it sounds, it's the proof that two people are friends. Its the thread again that makes relation so called friendship a reality. There are several such threading that have made relations a reality even though the relation never exists.

Some more funnier relations as it sounds is, one community calls it 'Cousin-brother and Cousin-sister' while the same relation in another community means they can get married. In most of the cases threading makes it psychologically permissible to make people get physical or not. I'm still confused as I write; there is brother and sister relations by birth, and there is cousin relationship birth, well 'Cousin-brother and Cousin-sister' is new to me. I think with over 6 billion people in the world we end marrying our cousins some way or the other.

Recent discovery of the love pill has been the real proof of the equation. Now in Japan there are trials of the love pill where once pill taken the person has the willingness to make friends or fall in love. Well dosage depends on what relation one needs. As they say 'Maximum of friendship is love' and 'Minimum of love is friendship'. Now maths again; different colors and types of threading. On the lighter side ... may be different variant of thread and question where to tie... working threading model

Freedom to be....

Its long time since... I just thought of writing. Its Independence day for India today the 15th of August. Well freedom and Independence from what? I seldom understand these words.

What is that, we have been celebrating from years now? what does the word independence mean? I mostly got the answer today. As I read through my history books, it revealed, Freedom to live anywhere in the country. Freedom of Expression (I guess this includes in writing as well...) and Freedom to follow the religion whichever you want to.

My friend (If I can call so ...) asked me why I haven't written of my dogs so far in any of my blogs. I thought its time for one... I write ...

My dog Dolly passed away today. I have my fingers not typing right for the first time while I write this. Dolly has been the name that made resonance at my residence for the past 9 years. She is female dog obviously for me; though few chose to term her by different convenient terms they prefer. I can only thank for whatever she has taught me during this period.

My limited knowledge to understanding Freedom has been instrumental in seeking explanation for writer  Salman Rushdie, I guess he was almost crucified for what he wrote in his book 'Satanic Verses'. Another familiar name to one and all seems to be 'Taslima Nasreen', she has been enjoying country hopping ever since she wrote her book 'Lajja'. No to mention of the Netherlands cartoonist who is yet to figure out what really went wrong.

What is... the freedom of Expression? Is it talking what you believe in? or Is it writing another spiritual holy book you have already have faith in. I cannot still have the freedom to write that can be derived/extracted from others work. I can only smile at what this celebrations mean to you and me today.

Dolly has taken the freedom to show the love and affection to those within those four walls of the house. She used to be one wizard at my place where I at-least forget my most bad days. No matter what happened to you at office, how was your day; the moment you enter home she is there with full of enthusiasm and affection to just make you feel relieved of all the stress and pain. She was magical and she will always be one person in my life who taught me how to just live.

She has got freedom today !!! I hope her soul rest in peace. She has really taught me what the word freedom means. I cannot use words effectively for the first time... I write with freedom of Expression... Freedom to be...

Rainbow - color color which color do you choose ...

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I'm perplexed for the reasons I know; understanding one human by another human is serious stuff. It’s simple to convey in words and challenge for the readers. People! I guess you must have heard 'Vikram-Bethaal' stories of wit and wisdom. Let me tell you the story in a different way. King Vikram gets hold of the Bethaal and carries on his back as the story starts

Short story:

Bethaal asks King Vikram, now lets do the role reversal; You tell me a story and ask me a question. While if I answer correctly I go back otherwise I'm your slave. King Vikram is perplexed and had never expected this. But it’s the chance for him to trap the Bethaal. So after thinking for a while he starts his story.

There lived princess Diti, she was the only daughter and her King father had expired in a war. She was sent to nearby gurukul for knowledge. Since girls never went to gurukul, it was the first time, now guru had no option but to ask his wife Vishali teach her. Vishali had been seeing her husband teach all the male students of his, so she pretty much knew what to teach and how to teach. Diti was 18 years old and had beauty that would attract any of the male students out there. The age was right and place was right for Diti; she fell in love with one handsome student Rushyabaahu. Rushyabaahu had been a student in the same gurukul and now was perusing his knowledge quest under guru Mahim.

Rushyabaahu is also in love with Diti, but his quest was higher for the knowledge he had got partially. He continued to stay in the same ashram and learn more from guru Mahim. While Diti learnt her arts of warfare, cooking etc. whenever Vishali would tell her some important thing to remember Diti would immediately respond to her with a couple of questions. Now Vishali would answer the question and again Diti would come up with another set of questions. Vishali was under the conclusion that only those ask questions and get it clarified, understood the stuff. Diti was good in her studies and little did it affect her love for Rushyabaahu.

Diti was fond of her mother; she loved her mother and respected her more than anyone else. Ignoring Rushyabaahu, Diti's mother wanted to have a swayamwar for her daughter since she had acquired enough worldly knowledge now. Her only point was her would be son-in-law should realize all her daughter's dreams. Diti agreed to her mother's swayamwar as her dream was to reach moon. She thought; she could reach moon because her husband would take her there. She forgot about Rushyabaahu in the process. One of the persons in the same city was Ram; he heard Diti's wish to reach the moon. He tried to explain her about the moon; she wouldn't listen. So he said 'we need a huge chariot made of gold to go there', Diti was adamant and she asked him to get one. Ram was poor guy, he never had enough money to buy a chariot of gold as he tried in vain to get married to her.

Swayamwar began and all the people who came to impress Diti would go back after hearing to her wish to reach moon. Diti would laugh at them as they were not able to fulfill her wish. Ram then failing to impress Diti asked her why she wanted to reach moon. Diti didn't know why she wanted moon. She was confused but maintained her dignity saying I see a mermaid there. Ram shocked again asked, what if there is no mermaid there. Diti said I don't know if there is mermaid there, but this what I dream. She also told about RushyaBaahu, her love. She said RushyaBaahu doesn’t like Ram marrying her. She also said that Rushyabaahu was not capable of making her dream come true. Ram went wild with whatever he heard and he stayed that way. Swayamwar continued to happen again and went on.

Now King Vikram turns to Bethaal and asks, 'Tell me Bethaal. Whom should Diti marry?' Bethaal had heard the complete story, he said 'Diti is an imaginary girl like the butterfly in the Garden of Eden; not sure to go to which flower, her dreamland is hers'. Bethaal says, let me go back now and you catch me again and you almost caught me with the story, so lets not reverse the role again. What say!!! And flies back to the tree where he used to hang. Vikram goes chasing him.