Aaj Ki Kahani

Ever wondered why when u reminisce your past memories ,sometimes you can see yourself clearly, your expressions your attire etc as if you are a third person watching the scene unfold....Am I making sense ?? or is it just me ?? I tried asking about it to my best half but he rolled his eyes and told ...keep your mental illness to yourself don't try to inflict it on me! One particular such scene on my mind and I feel it's slightly blurring as the days fly, the first time i saw my first born. I can see myself wearing a hospital gown, with 2 pigtails braided haphazard, being wheeled on a chair from the labor room to the NICU,  I can see my mom and hubby looking at me with a pained smile... I give them a bright smile beaming with love for my son.  The doctor asks me if I can stand up, I am ready to run I say and take a look at my son ....my happiness, on seeing him lying on the incubator with wires attached to him ....a beautiful face with eyes closed. The doctor tries to tell me

I have seen her a few times now, falling in love with her, a little more than the last time , every time, but nothing had prepared me for this. The road leading to her was filled with an array of the best cars in the world , the Ferrari s and the Lamborghini s lined up to meet her. As I neared her my heart skipped a beat and I looked at Sujith, then jumped out of the car and stood on the pavement gazing at her with awe and over flowing love .She stood,  elegance personified in white, coyly on  a canvas of blue waters and blue skies accentuating her every curves and features. I was going to meet her, be with her for the next few hours , eating her up - well literally .I thanked the Gods for making my dream come true and being the emotional fool my eyes had filled up as I stepped on to the gravel and caressed  my fingers on her. The Burj Al Arab, with whom I fell in love when I first saw a documentary on her, totally lived up to my expectations and more. I inched my way inside the

There was a long queue at the counter, the girls and boys behind the counter were dressed in bright uniforms, the lipstick on some girls more brighter than required. Red lipstick, all the girls had the same shade , they either shopped together or shared the same lipstick? .I looked around at the motley crowd around me, people of all nationalities, some excited at the prospect of flying to a new destination, weary travelers bored and tired just wanting to get to the other side of the planet, kids howling and mauling and running berserk and the parents berating themselves for bringing up such monsters into the world. Businessmen in suits closing up deals or so they made us believe with their antics, never a boring moment here. Slowly I inch forward and check in my luggage, collect the boarding pass and march towards the immigration and security check counters to complete the formalities. The clerks at the immigration counters look bored, and robotic in their movements. . I stood t

With unsteady hands I looked at my posting orders, all my friends have been flung far and wide, sent to serve for the largest employer - The Indian Railways. Shimoga Town, rly code SMET, a search on the map of Karnataka, revealed a tiny fleck at the end of a railway line. I  blinked, was it the end of the world, showed it to my parents , they looked grim. When I looked over my moms shoulder at my friend she had a similar shocked expression, she was posted at Bhadravati or BDVT another tiny fleck,the station next to mine, a good 30 kms distance between us. We were told that the train to our destinations will be leaving shortly, we made a run to the platform with our parents, settled ourselves among the strange looking dirty lowlifes, our maiden journey as railway employees was in an unreserved compartment. We had to change trains at Bangalore and continued the journey with expectation and trepidation...plans were made to put us both in a hostel together midway between our stations.

Mom and I were packed and ready, waiting for the cab, these trips to Palghat without dad was a bit heavy on the heart. When he was around he made sure we reached the railway station 2 hours ahead of time, so we didn't break the tradition and left home early.  We reached the station with 90 mins to spare, the train was on the platform but the a.c. and lights were not switched on, so mom and I sat on the platform talking and enjoying the sights around.  As we boarded the train the coach attendant got things in motion. A tall guy with an old lady who looked his mother and a small girl of 5 yrs in tow came over with loads of luggage and settled in our bay.I was worried as always, seeing a small kid and dreaded my night, slowly we got on talking. The son was going to drop his mom and daughter to his hometown for her vacation. He was a Malayali  born and raised in Kanpur as his dad was an air force officer, and fluently spoke Hindi, English and Malayalam.His daughter Ruth was a quie