FOUR MEN…AND A BLAST…

FOUR MEN…AND A BLAST…

First Guy: Abishek

I woke up at 1:00 PM… Mind you, Its P.M… It is nothing unusual for a software engineer in Bangalore to wake up at 1:00 PM on a Saturday. I kept lying on my bed for another 10 minutes or so listening to “Rooo-ba-rooo” from “Rang-De-Basanti”. My Room mate had put this song to wake me up it seems! I tried to figure out where exactly was this song played in the movie.. I could not!!!

I checked my mobile phone, which was lying somewhere on my bed… I had switched it to “silent mode” so that no one will disturb me from my weekend sleep. I was not shocked to see that I had 17 Missed calls and 5 unread messages … This has been happening since the first Saturday I reached Bangalore and I knew everything would be from my girl, Archana…

I checked for the missed call list: 16 were from Archana and one was a local landline number, may be from some credit card marketing guy. I did not call back to either of the numbers….Both cause severe headaches if you talk to them for more than 2 minutes over phone!!!

I checked the messages:

Message 1: Wake up dear...Pls call back. I am waiting. love you.

Message 2: Where are you Abishek?… I am waiting for your call. ASAP.

Message 3: Where are you, you stupid creature? Its boring here. Call back fast.

Message 4: I hate you. I am going to switch off my mobile phone.

I did not read the fifth message… Why to spoil a nice morning… I mean afternoon!!!

By 2:30 PM, I had my lunch from “Some Sagar “hotel (They have a lot of sagars here..Shanthi sagar, Ram dev sagar etc...) . I paid the bill and since I dint have any plans for the day, I called my girl friend, Archana… I selected the last dialed number and pressed the call button… Good God…Please help me!!!

She picked up the call with in a ring and there was a silence from the other side.

Silence, for girls, has got many meanings depending on the situation. Boys, the poor souls, have to recognize the meaning and respond back accordingly…

Now, this silence from her was a kind of protest for keeping her idle since morning!!!

Finally I responded –“I thought I read the message as, I am going to switch off the mobile phone. How come you picked up the call so fast?”

“Ya... It’s my mistake…everything is my mistake. I should have switched off the phone.

I should not have called you these many times and I should not have messaged you.”

I knew much more was coming…I kept silent. Why stop her…? My silence had no meanings as such…

She continued –“ I believed your words. That’s again my mistake. You told you will be there at Brigade road by 4:00 P.M and you are still in your room.”

Time to interrupt – “No Archu. I will reach on time itself. Everything is as per plan. I just had my lunch. I will reach there by 4”

There was again a silence from the other side. This time it meant that –“ I am not completely convinced, but still the ice is melting”

“But you stupid idiot… Why dint you pick my call?”

She knew the answer, but still she asks it. Why?

“I was sleeping Archu… I was really tired after working hard for the whole week “

“Hmm… ok…But will you reach at 4? You told you wanted to visit your friend….?”

“I will reach at 4... I will go to his room…get my book and come directly to Brigade road from there… wait for me in front of the cinema hall..Ok?”

Silence from the other side….

“Archu….Okay?” – I asked again

“Okay….Hmmm…. I love you”- She replied

“Love you too…See you……” I disconnected.

Second Man: Rajat Dev

It has become very difficult for a Traffic policeman in Bangalore. I did many things to change myself to accustom with changes of the city. I learned English. I started behaving politely. I learned new traffic rules applicable only for Bangalore…the list goes on!!!

I have been a spectator of the city‘s development for over a last few years. This Brigade road where I stand now was not like this 20 years ago. Nothing was there…except this cinema hall. I have parked my scooter in this road in front of the hall and watched many movies. Now, if I find anybody parking their bikes there, I can “Fine” them. The “fine” people pay is the only good thing about this city. Otherwise I would have left this expensive city with my family long back!!!

I saw a car “jumping” the signal… I whistled 4 or 5 short Beeps… But he did not stop!!! I knew he will not stop, but still its my duty… I dint even bother to note down his number… What is the use?

Earlier I used to do hand Signals at this Brigade road junction. Now we have traffic Signals here.. My only duty is to check whether all the vehicles are following the signal rules or not.

My mobile phone beeped. It was my wife, Anjali.

I Answered – “Yes Anjali”

She spoke from the other side –“we have to go for Rena’s marriage party. When will you reach home?”

“I am on duty now. Will be here up to 5:00. I will reach by around 6 there. We will go after that.” I disconnected the phone.

Third Guy: Aslam Ali

This movie is not good I think… There is not much of a crowd to the Cinema. The juice sales depend a lot on the movie which is played in the theatre. Usually, Saturday’s are much more crowded. Damn Salman Khan and his movies!!!

“Juice. Juice…Milk shakes….” I called out so that someone may get tempted and have one.

I saw one beautiful girl coming and I asked – “Which juice mam?”

“Orange” – She told.

I started preparing an orange juice. She was beautiful. I wanted to ask something to her.

“What is the time mam?” – I knew the time.

“3:30”- She told

I gave her the orange juice. She started drinking it, while another couple came to have a drink.. I noticed the girl…She was wearing a mini-skirt and she was very beautiful too!!!

Brigade road always has a good collection of Girls…

Fourth Man: Mohammed Zuber

I need not think about anything else…

Faizal Mian looked deep in to my eyes and asked –“Are you scared?”

I was not. Really Not.

“No Mian. I am not at all worried. I am happy to do this “

“Ok. Abdul is waiting outside with the bike. You may leave now. Make sure everything works as per the plan”- Mian gave the last instructions.

I walked outside the room with the bag in my right hand. The Bag had the bomb to be blasted in Brigade road, Bangalore.

I saw Abdul sitting on the bike and I greeted him. He greeted me back.

I sat on the backseat of the bike with my bag. The bike started moving.

I explained the plan to Abdul: “First we will go to M.G Road. Park our bike there. Go by walk to the Brigade Road. In front of the theatre there is a Dust Bin, where we will leave this bag. We will go back to the bike and dial the number given by Faizal Mian. That’s all!!! Simple “

I noticed Abdul’s face… It was pale and he looked worried!!!

Why Mian is arranging such people for these tasks… I always wonder!!!

4:00 P.M, Brigade Road, Bangalore

Abishek:

“Saturday evenings are very busy here. Any way I am on time. I will stop somewhere over here and call her. “

I stopped and pulled my bike on side stand. Got down a called her.

“Hello…Archu.. Where are you?”

“Hi…Abhi..Where are you?” She replied.

“I am here in Brigade road…hm……you?”

“I am here only… Near the cinema hall…One Juice Shop is there, facing the road. I am having a juice. Do you want one?”

“Ok.. I will come there….” I told. I wanted a juice.

I saw the Juice Shop, which was very near by, and she was there in a white top and Blue Skirt. I waved my Hands to her and called out her. She neither saw me nor heard me.

Suddenly I saw a police man running towards my bike with long whistles!!!

Shit!!! I have parked in a No-Parking Zone!!!

I Ran back to my Bike… I again heard the song from somewhere “Roo-Ba-roo…..Roshani………”

Then, I saw a Beautiful streak of light, which I had never seen before in my Life…!!!

Rajat Dev:

“Hmm… Somebody is parking his bike right in front of the “No Parking” Board.

Time for another fine”

I saw him taking the mobile phone from his pocket.. He talked to someone.

Let Him go a few feet away from the bike, and then I will enter the scene …

I saw him waving hands towards someone in the juice shop.

“Yes. It's time for me to get another fine”.

I took my whistle and blew some long whistles…In a typical Police Style I ran towards the Bike. I saw two other people in front of me, getting frightened and running!!!

I saw the Boy, who parked the bike running towards the bike!!!

Then, I saw a Beautiful streak of light, which I had never seen before in my Life…!!!

Aslam Ali:

I knew the time but still I asked her: “What is the time Mam?”

“4”- She Replied. She was wearing white top and a blue skirt. She was beautiful.

Then her phone started ringing.

“Hi…Abhi..Where are you?” – She asked.

Hmm... Abhi...Must be her Boy Friend. Lucky Guy!!!

“ I am here only… Near the cinema hall…One Juice Shop is there, facing the road. I am having a juice. Do you want one?” I heard she speaking.

I saw a guy waving his hand towards the girl from some distance. That must be Abhi.

I called the girl and tried to show that guy to her..

But suddenly, he started running back!!!

I saw the police man running towards his bike!!!

I saw two other People running in front of the police man!!!

Then, I saw a Beautiful streak of light, which I had never seen before in my Life…!!!

Mohammed Zuber:

I checked my watch. Time was 4:00 P.M. everything was as per plan.

I reached near the dustbin. It was written in red letters on it – “USE ME”

My Heart started beating with a different pace!!! I did not know why I was getting tensed. For a moment, I thought about the people who would die in the blast.

I regained my courage!!!

Abdul was standing near me. I could hear his heart beat. I dropped the bag inside the dustbin.

I wanted to look around, to check whether anybody has seen me doing the same. But I had strong instructions from Faizal Mian not to do that!!!

He had told –“ Just do everything cool. Put the bag inside. Turn around and walk. That’s all!”

Suddenly, I heard a police whistle!!! Allah!!! Somebody has seen me!!!

I started to feel a bad pain inside my stomach…..I turned around…I saw a police man running towards us!!!

We started running!!!

Then, I saw a Beautiful streak of light, which I had never seen before in my Life…!!!

FIFTH PERSON: Unknown

Am I a psycho? I don’t know…Some people call me so. But, I love to be called like that. I love many other things in this world. The best thing I love is the uncertainty with which we live our lives.

The uncertainty of when we all will die!!!

We all live with lot of dreams, ambitions, etc…We do many things to achieve those dreams. We cheat, lie, play politics…whatever!!!

This Life is very short…We have some few years…In between which we do all this stuff!!!

Why???

The So-Called “Terrorists” blast their low grade Bomb in the busy streets to kill the crowd…Why… to spread terror!!! Bull Shit!!!

These people are also men…they also have their own dreams!!! But they kill the innocent…

People who knew nothing…People who never knew why they were dying…People who live with lot of dreams….

I took the newspaper and read it:

Bomb Blast in Brigade road kills 4, many injured.

Bangalore: In a bomb blast which happened around 4:00 PM at brigade road, one of the most crowded streets of Bangalore, 4 people were dead and many were injured. Police bomb squad has found and defused another bomb very near by to the blast area. No terrorist group has taken the responsibility of the blast up to now.

Police has confirmed the death of Abishek, a software engineer; Rajat Dev, a traffic policeman; Aslam Ali, a shopkeeper at brigade road. The identity of the fourth person is yet to be disclosed by the police………

I wanted to know, what mental pleasure does a “terrorist” get from killing people in a Bomb blast. I had placed a time bomb in Brigade road which blasted exactly at 4:00 PM. I wanted to know how many of them would die….

I wanted to know…How it is…Killing the dreams of a stranger in one second, when the stranger never knows why he is being killed.

HIS HOLINESS KALIRAKSHAKA

The discussions are going on for the last 2 hours. The same topic has been discussed for “n” number of times before also, within a short period of 100-150 years. But no conclusions are made up to now. Nobody could give a good suggestion or remedy for the problems they are facing. But today, King Indra has made up his mind that a final solution will be made. He is a strong King and his resolution will be materialized!!!
All the problems are due to the people in the planet called “Earth”. Here in “Devaloka” they call the people in earth as “Naran”. King Indra is the King of Devaloka. He is the speaker of the parliament as well. The summer season parliament meetings are going on and all the Devas are part of the discussions.
By this time, as similar to the Indian parliament, many cross-talks and small groups have also been created. At last, King Indra spoke in his loud husky voice-
“Kindly stop all your cross talks and listen to me.”
The parliament suddenly became silent unlike the Indian parliament and King Indra continued –“I want a decision today. I have the power and my decision will be final. The main agenda of the meeting is not what we are discussing now. Our focus is only earth and how to save our beautiful planet earth. I will read out all the points or problems I have noted down.”
King Indra took a reel and unrolled it. He started reading out the points written in it-“
There are lots of points in the list, but I am reading out only the important ones and the ones which need immediate action points.

1.As usual, Global warming: The Americans and Europeans are producing a huge percentage of emission heat, which is causing “global warming”, as they call it. Something has to be done to prevent it. Forget Earth, it may even increase the temperature up here at Devaloka.
2.The bad condition of the people living in Iraq, Afghanistan, Africa, Palestine, Latin- America, Pakistan and even Sri-Lanka. Sri-Lanka can be given least priority considering the fact that they have an “asura” ancestry.
But, we have reports that all these places are spoiled by the Americans.
3.The problems which are happening in all parts of India; Hindus and Muslims fighting over Ayodhya for the last few years; the problem which happened in Gujarat; the terrorist attack in different parts; the root cause for the same is analyzed to be the partition which was done by British, when they gave independence to India and Pakistan. We have got intelligence report that Americans are still funding many terrorist attacks in both India and Pakistan.

There is a small bad news which is not related to earth. This is related to Devaloka. The leg injury of Meneka has been confirmed as a major fracture by the in-house doctor. So she will not be able to dance for the next few months.”

The first three points were received by the parliament with an utter silence, but hearing the last one, there was a big “oooh” from all the devas.
The last one, it was bad news indeed!!!

King Indra suddenly started talking again which prevented further cross-talks on the broken leg of Meneka.-“From the first 3 points it is pretty evident that all the problems are mainly due to the Americans. I basically have no issue with the people of America. For me they are also loved ones. But the political head of Americans, the American president is my problem. As you all know, he is the reincarnation of the “asura” called Kamsa. As you recall, Kamsa was the king of Asura, who was eventually killed by His Holiness Lord Krishna.
There is only one solution to all these problems. We have to kill this asura, the American President. His name is Bushasura”

This time, the scene was heavy at Devaloka. Nobody expected this from King Indra. The process of killing someone on earth for the cause of peace on earth was not being used for centuries. All the Devas were almost in a state of shock.
They have got two in a row. First was Meneka’s leg and now the killing of Bushasura. Too Much!!!

At last one of the devas asked – “But Your Majesty King Indra, why do you think that killing of Bushasura will solve all the problems on Earth?”

King Indra spoke again, this time with more power in his voice- “ I know that the problems man has created for himself cannot be solved in one day. But the death of Bushasura can give a sudden impact on many things. I see the Americans under Bushasura growing as a global police, as they always wanted to be…I want to stop it!!! All men are equal to me…Be it Indian, African, American or European or even Sri-Lankan…Be it Hindu, Muslim or Christian…Be it the American President. I want to give a message to the people on earth that they cannot be more powerful than God!!! They think that Science and technology has made them the mightiest. I have to prove that they are wrong.”

“But who will kill Bushasura? Whom are you planning to send to earth to do this task? We haven’t done such a killing for centuries…” A curious Deva asked.

This time King Indra had a hidden pious smile on his face. He spoke out his plans- “I already had a private meeting with Lord Vishnu. He is ready for yet another avatar. So it is not any more dasavathar. The eleventh avatar is going to happen after centuries. Lord Vishnu, as he killed Kamsa will reincarnate as an Indian called His Holiness Kalirakshaka. Kalirakshaka means ‘the savior of kaliyuga’. Kalirakshaka will kill Bushasura in front of the White house building.
The same Master-plan which was used for killing Kamsa in the form of Lord Krishna will be reused. So as per the plans, Lord Vishnu will take the form of a fetus of Kalirakshaka inside the uterus of Devaki, an Indian girl living in Mumbai.”


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6:00 AM, Mumbai, India

Devaki got up in the morning with a small stomach ache. Last night she had gone for a party and had taken a little more alcohol than the normal. She was still feeling the dizziness caused by ethanol. She was working for a software company in Mumbai for the last 4 years. She completed her morning routine and got ready for office.
In the cab she took the mobile phone and called Arun, her boy friend, who had gone for on-site work in the USA-“Hi Arun”.
“Hi Devs, I was about to sleep”- Replied Arun who was living in a different time zone.
“Arun, I am feeling bad. I am feeling a pain in my stomach….and as I told you yesterday…My periods are delayed by 1 week this time.”
“Its ok Devs…Be cool…You consult a doctor in the evening. Everything will be fine. There cannot be anything wrong”
“Ok Arun…I will consult a doctor now itself and call you back. Please don’t sleep until I call you now…Please”
“Ok Honey….Call me back!!! I will be here….”

11:00 AM, Mumbai, India

Devaki was sitting in front of the gynecologist with all the lab reports.
“Are you married”- was the first question the doctor asked.
A sudden electric-shock went inside her body.
“Doctor, Is there anything wrong?”- She asked
“Wrong? You cannot call it wrong if you are married, because you are pregnant”
“What…?You must be kidding!!!”
“So you are not married…are you….?”
“That is point one…and point two is I haven't had sex for the last 5 months or so…”
“You are lying now…I come across many such patients daily”
“No doctor, I swear…. I haven't had sex for the last 5 months at least….”
“So before 5 months you had sex with someone which was not safe…Isn’t it…?
“No…but….my point is….o.k.….I will consult a better doctor. Thanks!!!”

3:00 PM Mumbai, India

Devaki was sitting on her bed with her mobile phone. She was not in a condition to cry anymore. Her eyes were red and her voice was breaking between the lines. Her pillow was wet due to tears…She was shattered!!!
Arun spoke from the other side of the line- “Devaki...Speak to me…break your silence…I am going mad…I am going mad….”
“What should I tell more…I have told you everything…I don’t know anything more”
“Devaki…Our marriage is supposed to happen once I come back from here…I know it was not me who did this to you. I came here 5 months ago and now you are telling me that you are pregnant. How it can be….? Tell me one last thing…who is responsible for this? I am going mad…”

“Arun..Dont be so cruel…please….please honey…please….” She disconnected the phone. She could not bear it anymore because she also did not have any answer for that question!!!

9:00 PM Mumbai, India

Devaki started preparing her suicide note:-

Hi Arun/ world…

It’s very difficult for an Indian girl to live with the whole society against her. I cannot even imagine what has happened to my life in single day. Now, I am going to die for a reason which sounds very weird. Leave it. Forget about me!!! I would like to share some bizarre thoughts to this world before I die. That is why I am writing this letter now, minutes before my return to the origin. . .

Life on earth is very complex!!! People think that there is someone called God above us to control everything…………………………………………

11:00 PM Mumbai, India

Devaki switched ON the T.V to get some relief from the pain. The poison inside her body had already started its work. She felt like screaming out loud. She increased the volume of the T.V. The NDTV reporter on the T.V screen was standing in front of the white house. A photograph was shown in a small box in the right-top corner of the screen. Devaki compellingly opened her eye again to re-confirm that the person on the screen in the small box was her Arun. She listened to the words of the lady reporter, trying to concentrate in wooziness.
The lady reporter was saying something like this-“In a highly shocking act which happened only hours before here, one software engineer from India has tried to gun down the American president… Mr. President was speaking to a public gathering, during which Arun Mukherji, a software engineer from India gunned down the president. It is confirmed that Mr. President has died on the spot. The murderer was hit instantly by the security guards, and his death has been confirmed as well. FBI is trying to find the further roots of Arun in India. The Initial speculation is that Mr. Arun can be a part of some terrorist group working with a base in India………”


Devaki Switched off the television. She was in a state of trance. She was not crying. She was trying to process the same news again and again in her mind.
At last she could manage to get up. She went near the laptop and turned it ON.
She opened her mailbox, in which there was a new mail a few hours back. As she expected, the mail was from her dear Arun Mukherji. She opened the mail. It read like this-
“Hi Devs… I love you so much, but you betrayed me…I am going mad…. I don’t know what I am doing and what I am going to do…
You have become an American!!! Here in this part of the world, people don’t give importance to relations. They don’t know the value of marital relations. You have become the same. You betrayed me!!!
You go for party clubs… I tried to stop you, but you did not. You drink alcohol… I tried to stop you but you did not. You had sex with some other person when I was away from you only for few months. Indians never did like this before. All the Indians, including me, are trying to follow the Americans, the west…Why???
We have our own culture, our on values….
I want to tell something to this world. I want to change the face of this world.
I am going to kill the American president today, because I cannot kill all the Americans in a single day….
Just understand one thing…It’s not me who is killing the American president…
I have gone mad…Its you who is provoking me for this murder…. It’s the fetus inside your uterus that is making me for this kill….Good bye”


11:30 PM Mumbai, India


Devaki was motionless on the floor with, blood out in the open on her nose and mouth. The suicide note she had written had blood stains too…
The bizarre thoughts she wanted to share to this world was written on the same suicide note-

Life in earth is very complex!!! People think that there is someone called God above us to control everything. But it may not be true. We can put it like this…God is seeing everything above us, but he is not controlling anything. Man is doing all the good and bad for which even God cannot do anything.
Life in this earth has become very fast… even God is taking his Plan B to reshuffle his actions!!!

The "Traffic Jam"

I always had a feeling that some day or the other, I will meet “The girl of my dreams"...Whenever I had thought of a married life, the only kind of marriage which used to come to my mind was "Love marriage"...
What a pity on the guys who do "arranged marriage"!!!

I always had many dreams in which I saw myself with different beautiful (+ cute+pretty+sexy+hot+ whatever it can be added in to the list) girls, but the fact is that I could not see any of these girls in my real life.... I would like to share one of the night dreams I had very recently (with adequate background music according to the reader's imagination)....

I was sitting at the window side seat of a bus, gazing outside lazily. The bus was caught up in a heavy traffic jam...Suddenly, another bus came and stopped very close to my bus, which was moving parallel ahead with my bus....I saw a beautiful girl sitting in the window side seat of the other bus...Suddenly, the bus came very close to a position where we two were very very close to each other....I could not stop staring in to her eyes.(back ground music starts).... She saw me staring at her and she became a little concerned; or pretended to be. She looked somewhere in to the traffic...

Why is she so much concerned about the traffic jam??? Is she controlling the traffic? She can look at me instead... I could not stop looking at her!!!
But my bus started moving and since her bus was in different lane it was not....
Shitttt!!!
I was loosing her from my sight....I could still see her, but very distantly....I was about to lose her completely from my sight, but just a few seconds before that, she just raised her head and looked at me.... for a quarter of a second both our eyes had caught each other...there was a hidden smile on her face....Yes, I saw it!!!! Then, again she looked some where in to the traffic...

I have to do some thing.....What can I do....?

My bus stopped suddenly, and her bus started moving....I was watching her. It was coming right ahead so that at some point, we both were again close to each other....

I could see the uneasiness in her behavior....I was feeling an "electric shock" inside my stomach. My heart started beating at a different pace; for-sure, not slower than the normal...She raised her head and looked at me...I stared in to her eyes and she in to mine...The bus still kept moving forward as in slow-motion of a movie, the back-ground music in its best rhythm....she was nearing me...she looked like an angel in her white top...The bus finally came to a stop and we both were so close that I could even kiss her on her beautiful red sweet lips(only if she allowed me to)....

I gave her a sweet smile and she returned the same, or may be even sweeter. My bus engine was turned-off. My smile increased. I could see her ears going sharper to listen to her bus' engine voice. As she was hoping, that engine was also turned off after a few seconds...her smile also increased at that point....

That was the first time in my life, I ever praised a "traffic jam"... I wished form the deepest sector of my heart that this traffic jam should continue for the whole day (or even night, it would be even better for adding some spicy scenes)

I had already started processing in the back of my mind, the first sentence which I should talk to her. At this point, I give advice to all the readers who are single in this world-" You Always keep ready with your pre-meditated first sentence to talk to your "dream-girl", for a situation like in which I am going through right now!!! Because all men, even from the 1000 B.C know that -" first impression is the best impression”. I was not prepared, and so, some of the options I processed very fast were:

1. Hi.... (Too simple- rating 2/10)
2. Hi...Why are you smiling like that? (The answer is descriptive. Question is stupid. Rating 1/10)
3. Hi...Whats your name? (Ordinary question- rating 3/10)
4. Hi...Have you ever been in love before? (Ok but, a negative answer can spoil the situation- rating 4/10)
5. Hi...Do you like traffic jams..?( Intentions are good, but she may hear the same something like pineapple jam or mango-jam, because nobody in this world likes traffic and nobody in this world asks such a question to a stranger for the first time in his/her life. Rating 5/10)
6. Hi…Have we met anywhere before…? (Ok...But many people have already started their “love career” with the same sentence. No surprise element. Rating 5/10).
7. Hi…. Do you believe in “love at first-sight”? (Too aggressive…rating 4/10)
Time was running out….I had to finalize my question or otherwise the bus would start moving again…My “Processor” had gone slow due to adrenaline pump…Out of the seven questions I could manage, 5th and 6th got the highest rating and I had to decide up on one among the two.
Finally I blurted out –“Hi….Have we met anywhere before….?

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Dreams are like that, they are very “sweet”….and people love to see it like a movie….But reality is mixed with some percentage of “Bitter” also…
The other day, in my real Life, I almost re-created the same situation of my dream, with huge effort…..and it ended like this….

Finally I blurted out –“Hi….Have we met anywhere before….?
She in her sweet voice replied back-“ Yes, we have met before….The other day you had asked the same question to me at the Multiplex, and I had told you a big “NO” as the answer of your stupid question. So, you'd better change your question, because I cannot change my answer. My answer is always NO”

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My dream was slightly different…..

Finally I blurted out –“Hi….Have we met anywhere before….?
She in her sweet voice replied back-“Yes, we have met before….In our college; I have seen you many times. I am studying in your junior batch. My name is Ankitha”

I was surprised –“Hi Ankitha, I think we will be late for college if we continue in these buses. So shall we get down here and take an auto-rickshaw?”
She thought for a moment, then gave a nod to me with a sweet smile. We both got down from the buses. Both the bus’ engine started again and they kept moving. We took an auto and we sat side by side in it. The traffic jam seemed to be over and done with it…The auto kept moving with a sweet rhythm…..