I am sorry.. I am wicked..!!!

I am sorry.. I am wicked..!!!

It was a bad day after which I return home, and when I say bad day in Chartered Accountancy students life it means disaster. Aman Raheja that’s me was again a victim of such disaster today. My day started with tutorial lectures and today tutor cursed me for not studying, whole day is spent in office doing internship where boss scolded me for mistakes in my work in the next set to tutorial I felt ashamed as I was not able to solve a simple accountancy problem also. It was the day where I got trauma thrice, but in a normal day its one or two at a time. So I came home late by 9pm was feeling fucked up threw shoes to the corner of room where mom gave me another half an hour lecture on discipline and behaviour. It was ruthlessly a bad day for me.

At night, which is the only part of the day when I feel alive, I was busy watching my favorite TV show and a number flashed on my cell phone screen, it was Ishan my best friend sudden emotion of enthusiasm came into me even after a fucked up day as Ishan was the only one whom I can tell the story of my tragic life and he has been patient listener all these days in my life. He was calling me after so many days and was calling on the day when I needed him the most.

Aman: Hi Ishan

Ishan: Hi how are you..?

Aman: Screw this Chartered Accountancy, its taking my life.

Ishan: (Laughs)  we engineering student are equally screwed. You are no exception.

His sentence made me forget all the crapy things happened during the day he was such a comforter.

Ishan: Aman I have one more bad news for you

Aman: Yaar, I have such a bad day that now I can even accept the news of asteroid falling on my building also.

Ishan: Aman today I saw Ritika.

Aman: hmmm

Ishan: with some other guy

After chatting for a while I hung up. Ritika was the only romantic angle in my life, she was the only person whom I loved very deeply but never expressed. Even I was very good friend of her but I haven’t got confidence of proposing her also I was busy in my life where I have to fight with myself to work for 14 hours a day. I don’t know why I was feeling my eyes little moist, though I was damn practical man with no emotion who was working as a machine in his life without a single word of sympathy from anybody. But this robot is emotional today though I had hint of it, but Ishan confirmed the news. Suddenly my heart started aching and I searched for some gazals in my cell phone to listen “Chupke chupke raat din aansu bahana yaad hai”. I haven’t felt bad that she got hooked up with some other guy but she was with Rohit, whom if I compare with myself was nobody. He was born rich this was the only quality he has, has no internship as his father have relations with his Boss who allow him to have a look of office once in a week if he desires so, all his day spent in gyming, partying, enjoying, coming to the tutorials so that he can enjoy sitting at last bench and passing comments watch girls etc. And there is also one thing I noticed in this world, bloody pocket filled people are also good looking it’s such a tragedy for poor hard working loverboy like me who can’t compete with this.

Next day I went early morning tutorial when I saw Ritika she waved me hi..! and to reply I also waved back hi..! Then I noticed Rohit entering and they sharing glimpse and smile I noticed that all and this all was salt on my wound. I tried concentrating on lecture but all I was able to do, as I was watching Ritika turning in every 5 min to see rohit and giving her killer smile which always hypnotized me.

After my office I skipped my second set of tutorial to see Ishan. Ishan was only person whom I wanted to talk in this matter.  Though I wanted to talk to him but it was purely one sided conversation in which he was the speaker.

 So you bloody moron, got disappointed just because your girl hooked up with some one. Just because of girl my highly talented arrogant tiger is behaving as a little wet cat. This is not the Aman I have seen in my life, I have only seen a fighter who was fighting for everything I want you to become the same snatch the things that you deserve, I want you to be yourself back in form not a lazy dog that you have become because of your busy schedule, I want my tiger back who never gave a damn about girl. This lecture from Ishan has made me think all night about myself. Who am I and what I am now?

Next day, when I went to tutorial Ritika waved to me as usual ritual but instead of waving back I went near her and said good morning and shook her hand, also I made sure that Rohit see all the happenings. Today I deliberately sat two benches behind ritika so that I can have perfect view of her and I also bench just infront of Rohit so that he can hear me. During the lecture I spoke to the random person sitting next to me whom I barely know or chat in whole year.

Look at that Ritika hot naa... For starting conversation about a girl that too beautiful you just require to name her because all have some stories to tell you. He began yeas damn hot I replied even she has feeling for me, I am just waiting for right moment to grab her in my arm and kiss her saying I love you. Random boy, are you sure she will say yes..? Definitely said I, else nothing to lose instead I will have a kiss. We both began to laugh, I deliberately tried to laugh lauder so that Rohit could here. Next half an hour I spent discussing Ritika with that random someone, so that Rohit could hear it all. It was my way to make rohit feel that there is something between me and Ritika.

In second set of tutorials I approached the teasing community of our tutorials with a news that Rohit have something with Neeta I have seen them together in weird position. I always felt Neeta and Rohit are more than good friend but I don’t think they felt the same but teasing community need a name that I provided them. As Neeta entered the class the teasing community guys started shouting name of Rohit and fortunately Rohit entered same time and people laughed on him. I was watching Ritika’s face all these time, totally disgusted expressions. Whole class started talking about Neeta and Rohit and some boys started interrogating Rohit directly. When this entire scene was happening I was quietly hiding my face inside my book pretending that I don’t care them I am here for studying.

Now the things were on for two days where people started linking neeta and rohit and I began to go and talk to ritika for any silly reason before rohit so that he can see me. It is easy to create misunderstandings now rohit will feel that ritika is fighting with him because of me and ritika will fight with him asking several questions about neeta typical female tendency and that’s where my job gets done.

 After few days I got a call from RItika the girl who never cared for me, who never replied ever to my texts, I was dying to talk to her but she never cared I loved her like anything but she even didn’t notice that’s the irony of my life people remember me only when they need me.

Ritika: Hi

Aman: Hi, How are you? How come you called me?

Ritika: Casually, cant I call my friend without any reason.

Aman: Ofcourse you can

 (I knew she has a specific purpose of calling me, after 2-3 min of casual chit-chat)

Ritika: Rohit and neeta story is true of what? it is hitting popularity these days.

Aman: Yes I also heard about them, somebody told me they caught them kissing in parking lot of tutorials.

Ritika: Ohh what a shame

Aman: Good for them, what we have to do with it?

Ritika: Yes I agree. Hey aman can I tell you one secret thing, you are such a good friend of mine and I trust you a lot therefore I want to share with you only

Aman: Tell me I won’t tell anybody

Ritika: This guy Rohit was hitting on me, even I accepted his proposal believing he is nice guy but he is another jerk.

Aman: That’s terrible, why didn’t you ask me about it earlier, everybody knows how crap rohit is.

Ritika: It was my mistake, I felt that he loves me but….

And she started weeping on phone, even though she was only crying but I was feeling the same amount of pain as she was. I never wanted to make her cry, even I can’t see her in pain. I started feeling guilty for my act it was not the thing I wanted to achieve. People say best opportunity to get hooked up with somebody is when he/she is just breakoff and they need support. But I was feeling guilty of doing everything and was feeling that I do not deserve Ritika, manipulator like me doesn’t deserve simple girl with her clean heart.

The damage I did was incurable and I had no courage of accepting it and apologizing.

After sometime Ritika found some other guy this time also my heart has same amount of pain but I know I deserve this pain as punishment to my wickedness.

The thing I wanted to say and will never be able to say to Ritika, Rohit and Neeta is “I am sorry, I am wicked”

Love what a mess.!!!

Love Mess

                Today it wasn’t an ordinary day; after bathing in the heavy rain the night before, this new day had a charm of its own. The last drop clinging on to the grass blades, the roads wet all drenched and the typical pleasing smell of the earth; I loved it all. When this happens right at the dawn, it brings a different joy. Going to the tuition every morning was a juggernaut task for me but today the start was so special that nothing seemed painful. I gave a missed call to Sachin; this was a signal that I gave to tell him that I have left my home all Buckled, so that he could be ready and waiting for me on the lane just outside his home.

                I kick started my bike but today I didn’t found Sachin waiting for me as usual. So as soon as I reached in front of his home I called him at the top of my voice, “Sachinn...!” He came to the balcony and said, “Rohit..Just 2 minutes...!” and I started waiting for him. All of a sudden I saw the house exactly opposite to Sachin’s home, where a beautiful girl was watering the plants. She saw me and she smiled and my heart went wild and pounding. Damn..!! A girl so beautiful smiling at me...Jeez I love this waiting now...!! I wasn’t sparing her of my piercing stare and she was steeling glimpses in between. During this our eyes often met. I too took out my glasses and wore it so that if at all the eyes meet they should meet in style...but on this very moment that moron, Sachin came.

Rohit: You bugger couldn’t you come after a few more minutes..!!

Sachin: why? What happened..?

Rohit: Dude whos that girl..your neighbour...??

Sachin: Shes a kid..was two years junior at our school.

Rohit: This kid has grown up now, Dude you got a good luck...!!

Sachin: Dude shes a screwed up case, she even goes for junkies...leave it..!

                We reached at the tuition class and as usual we reached early because I hate impunctuality. We straight away went to our last bench and sat there. Gone are the days when benches at schools and colleges used to get filled right from the start; now a day the last benches get filled first and then only the helpless ones make their way to the front ones. As usual I knelt down and waited, not for the tutor but for Rekha Jethwani. She was the only inspiration that could drive me through the 6:00AM lecture. Sachin dived into his much cherished sea of knowledge with his habitual partners of crime and why not he was the golden club student so this saint always had a swarm of followers accompanying him. Rekha stepped into the class with all her pride dressed in a black sleeveless top and I couldn’t help my jaw not to drop. The first half passed in a battle between my studies and the the adorable beauty of Rekha and then came my breakfast time.

                Sachin was busy with his eternal duty of enlightening his disciples so I thought that I should fetch a tea for me. “Kaka...A tea for me please..!” and I heard a melodious voice asking for tea from behind. I turned to see and I froze ...The attendant served both our tea and both of us stepped forward with a Rs.10 note in our hand. Now both of us looked towards each other and I gathered all my guts and said, “May I buy you a tea?” She was amazed but as we say, helplessness the name of Gandhi!

I spent the rest of the tuition planning about my future, my happy married life and kids with Rekha. It was any ways better than the Scum-face tutor and the accounts lessons that went tangnt to me. After the tuition we left for our home and while driving I told Sachin

Sachin: So what was so special in it?

Rohit: Fool..You won’t get it..!

Sachin: Fool you craped your money for her, had you had a rip at her money it would had been a point to notice..!!

Rohit: Mr.Sachin, love aint a cup of your tea...!!

                Fortunately or unfortunately I along with Sachin were interns under the same boss. I knew today it wont be a heavy work day, its Saturday. We reached office, worked a bit then we came to know that boos is out of the office for the day. Now all that was left was to finish the day off to go back to home. I had even switched to my enjoyment mode keeping all the work aside but Sachin was still busy beating on his computer keypad. Now I was busy deciding whom should I irritate? Sachin gets pissed off much early so Minal was the next soft target for me. Minal too is an employee at our office. She spends half her time adoring me. I knew this and all among the office staff had this issue noted for pulling her legs. Sometimes I thought she is a nice chick to try on but often my mind changed after looking at her; but today I had no other choice to spend my time.

Rohit: Hi Minal! Wassup..Is that report finalised?

Minal: Yup..It is nearly finished...just need some help

Sachin came in from nowhere.

Sachin: Need some help..Can I?

                I thought all my efforts went in vain. I had toiled a lot to find this timepass but Sachin just snatched it away. Now both of them were busy jumping there fingures on the keyboard but luckily I saw Juhi. Juhi came to us waved hi to us, Sachin gave unenthusiastic response while she waited for him.  Juhi was a beautiful girl and my office colleagues went drooling over her but she didn’t care a tinker’s damn for anybody. Being elder to me I couldn’t create any romantic angle towards her but  still she was a good friend for me. A beautiful girl aproaching, though elder or younger getting deny; man this is not the Rohit Shetty style!

                So after all the came to an end and I went to drop Sachin home and we started chatting. I was peeping towards the neighbours’ home for the obvious reason. In a casual chat the topic of romance got started, huge and effective tips for successful tips started pouring out from every corner. Sachin was in a flow of emotions and so I thought its a nice time to dig out some secrets. I asked him,” Isn’t there even a single one for whom you lost your heart?” He tried to dodge my treasure hunter queries but finally he mentioned Minal as the one.

                I was startled by the fact that I suggested him three chicks through the day and he always fished out a fault in them but he couldn’t find out that Minal wasn’t even a bit above average. This is solely because he aws a lover boy romantic and emotional person sunk till his neck in his emotions and to call him a spade in front of him was like digging a pit for myself.

So to conclude the girls I like, Sachin is not interested in them though they are achievable for him if Sachin gives proper attention to them and the girl who likes me  and don’t give damn on Sachin like her. Actually we humans are greedy, we love those task which are difficult and beyond our easy zone.

Life is a big irony..as Minal is the love of his life he can justify her  against all odds though I can put points against her. Its really a love mess.

Pain absorbers…

Pain absorbers…

Few years back I was watching a movie. I don’t even remember its name, but I remember only one scene in which Sanjay Dutt was some kind of baba and people came to him with their pain, he used to touch them absorb their pain and for a few moments he suffered and the person who came to him got rid of his disease. This scene always makes me think that, are their anymore pain absorbers in his world.

Psychiatry is an occupation, which always gave me an odd feeling. I never understood what they did in reality. If I say it my way, “Chutiya banane ke dhande hai!” I beg your pardon for my language. But the business of psychiatry or shops of psychiatrists are flourishing leaps and bounds. There must be some reason for it. When I gave a deep thought to it, I found that they are mental pain absorbers. People go to them with their mental pain; the things they can’t solve. Psychiatrists absorb peoples’ problem into their own mind and thus the patient’s hard disk gets formatted.

Friends play the same role. Tell your best friend your problem and see his face; if you can find him/her tensed, then he/she is probably your best friend. You can even see a tear in your friend’s eyes if your problem is that serious. I am not going deeper in this as you know that a friend in need is friend indeed.

Here comes the best pain absorber; your family. Have you ever noticed your mom getting tensed at the time of your exam result or your father talking to you in bare minimum words when you are stepping out of home for a job, study or anything? This is your pain that they are letting to seep into themselves and gifting you a huge smile. Have you ever seen children weeping and hugging their parents? It’s a normal thing, but have you ever noticed the face of a parent during when he consoles his child. Look into those eyes, you can see the same amount of pain that the child is facing or may be more than that.

Has a movie or a novel ending with a sad note dampened your mood? It happens as you start acting as pain absorber; in this case you absorb the pain of the movie character or the character in that novel and start feeling his pain as if yours. It happened with me too! I was saddened for a week, because the novel I was reading ended on a sad note and not as I wish it to be.

We human being, the best processor in this world have an open USB port. We connect to the people and try to download their sorrows into our happy life, to reduce their sorrows may be a little and that’s why we are human beings. I have even seen people who are bothering about disasters in others’ lives, forgetting their own life. That’s even a kind of stupidity. Do not download the data more than your disk space or else your system will get slow and eventually high data processing will hamper your life.

On the ending note of my wisdom not worth a penny I will say, “Absorb pain of others’ life into your happy life, as happiness is not the only thing we are here for, pain is even better but still you don’t want it. But mind it; a little pain in your life will make your life worthy living.

Ye Pyaar tha ya haar (Short Fiction story)

Ye Pyaar tha ya haar

(Short Fiction story)

Mujhe uss se pehli nazar may hi pyaar hogaya tha jab wo mere saamne se guzri aur saamne wale sofa may jakar baith gayi. Mein nazre bacha bacha kar uski taraf dekh raha tha, andar se darr b tha ki wo mujhe oose ghoorta hua naa pakad le par use dekhne ka lalach mujhe rukne nahi de raha tha. Wo suraj ki kirne jo uske muh par padd rahi thi, use bachne ki uski koshish, uski choti choti aankho ka aur chota hojana, wo uska muh banana,palke jhapkana mujhe toh ooski har ada se pyaar hogaya tha.Shayad mere zindagi ka pehla pyaar.  Mereaas paas dheero baate ho rahi thi par mujhe toh sirf wo hi dikhai de rahi thi.

Mein ek sadharan sa ladka tha jisne zindagi may unglio par ginni jitni hi uplabhdiyaa prapt ki thi. Mujhe bachpan se rules sikhaye gaye jaise sabko sikhaye jaate hai for example ticket counter k saamne line lagao, school time pe jao, subah jaldi utho, raatme jaldi soo etc aur meine pure imandaari se har ek rule ko nibhaya be hai. Mujhe rules todna pasand nie tha, kabhi bhi nie, agar galtise koi rule toot b jata toh mere andr guilt aane lag jaati hai. Shayad kartavya parayan ye sikh mere andr tak ghar kar chuki thi.

School mein saare teachers ka sabse pyaara aur baaki class ka dushman no. 1. Ye humesha hota hai agar aap teachers k aankho k tare hai toh dosto k aankho k kaate b apne aap ban jaate hai. Fir b mujhse nafrat karna itna b aasan nie tha kyuki mein madad karne se b kabhi piche nie hatta tha. Ab School life tenant life may badal chuki thi ab rank 1 laane se jada famous wo hota tha jiski sabse sundar girlfriend hoti. Par mein apne zindagi  rules may bandha tha mujhe sikhaya gaya tha ki ye sab paap hai toh humne b apni zimmedaari imaandari se nibhai aur kabhi road na bhatke.

College may mujhe sirf career hi dikhai deta tha kyuki mera rule kehta tha ki college jaaakar padhai ki jaaye.Ab tenants adult hogaye aur sutta marne lage par humne humesha duri hi banayi rakhi thi. Pyaar mohobbat k daur chalte rahe kisne kiske sath link up kiya aur kisne kiske sath breakup sabki khabre humtak pahuchti rahi par hum jaha the wahi the. Ye kehna toh galat hi hoga ki rules break karne ki mujhe kabhi ikcha nie hui, par meine apne mann ko kuch self imposed rules se baandh rakha tha. Jaisa ki kaha jaata hai ki kaid kiye panchi ko aazad b kar do toh wo ghumke wapas pinjare may hi aajata hai bus usi trarah mujhe ab iss kaid se yaari hogai thi.

Ab office aagaya, saikdo students ko pachadkar humne naukri haasil ki. Ghamand tha hume apne aap pe ki humne jo chaha wo kar dikhaya kyuki saalo ki mehnat ka fal ab kaatne ka waqt aachuka tha. Corporate life style aur work style se parichay hua. Par jab parichay hua tab ye mehsus b hua ki shayad mein isi k liye apne aapko rules may badha nie karta tha, mein apne aapk ko kabhi unlogo se judaa mehsoos naa kar pata ab office parties may sharabo k daur chalte the aur hum hath may juice ka glass liye ghumte the. Ab toh log husne b lag gaye hum par ki ye daaru nie pita hai par is hasi k saamne mujhe kabhi sharm mehsoos nie hui ulta garv hota tha ki jo rules khud bana liye usko meine puri nishtha k sath palan kar paya hu. Ab weekends may sab apni wali k sath busy hojaate the aur mein akeela baithke books padhte ya movie dekhte rahe. Ab office k chunindaa dosto may meri image sidhe saade ladke ki ban gayi thi, ab kyuki sabko pata tha ki mera kuch ho nie sakta toh sab ab puchne lage the ki meri shadi kab hogi.Mujhe b ab intazaar hone laga apni zindagi ko complete karne k liye.

Waise mere ghar wale mujhse kafi saalo se mannate karte rahe the ki shaadi kar le par humeshase mera kuch kaam baaki tha bt ek moment pe jaakar mere ghar walo ka sabr ka bandh bhi tut gaya aur unhone aakhir mujhe ek ladki dekhne k liye mana hi liye. Mein kisi audit committee ya kisi board meeting may b itna nervous nie tha jitna mein aaj tha uparse saare relatives pasand puch puchke pareshan kar rakha tha. Ab mere jaisa insaan jisne kabhi socha b nie apne life partner ke baareme wo kya apni pasand batayegaa.

Papa ne aaj badi wali car nikaali thi aur driver kia tha, apni car mujhe khud drive karne may mazaa aata tha par aaj saare instructions follow karne padd rahe the. Apna sabse acha shirt pant pehenke tayaar kia gaya tha. Ab hum unke ghar pahoch gaye aur mujhe VIP treatment milna shuru hogaya, laddu khao ye khao tum kuch khate b nie, itna importance toh mujhe zindagi may shayad hi kabhi mila hoga. Aaj tak toh khana hai toh kha warna mat kha wala concept hi meine dekha tha. Log ice breakers chalane lage ab mujhe aadat si thi meetings attend kar karke diplomatic behaiour. Ek smile dete raho bus. Fir achanak se mummy ne kaha “aap ki bitiyaa ko toh bulaiye” ye sunke mummy ko flying kiss dene ka mann kar raha tha. Ye bhi mere sath hota rehta tha jab board meetings may agenda chodke idhar udhar ki baate hone lagti aur ek director bolta lets come back to todays agenda tb usko b flying kiss dene ka mann karta  Ab mein apni aankhe ghumaane laga idhar udhar.

Aur ek sehmisi ladki hath may tray lekar andr aayi, pehna toh saadi tha par mujhe samajh aaraha tha ki its not her usual dress. Oosee dekhte hi mann may ek khushnumaa sa ehsaas hone laga, chehre pe achanak se ek muskaan si aane lagi par mujhe pata tha control may rehnaa hai saare bade log aas pass baithe hue hai. Oosee mumma ne pass bithaya, suraj ki kirne khidkiyo ko par karke uske chehre pay padh rahi thi par wo unse bachkar muskuraa kar jawab de rahi thi. Jaisa ki pehle bataya bus wahi mujhe apne zindagi ka pehla pyaar hogaya. Fir koi kahi se chillane laga ladka ladki ko aapas may kuch baat karne do.Abhi toh mein apne pehle pyaar ko puri tarah mehsoos bhi nie kar paya tha ki itnaa tension wala kaam aagaya. Ab meri phattne lagi, pyaar karna bahot aasan hai yaar par baat karna behad mujhki hai.

Mujhe toh pasine aarahe the jab mujhe jabardasti akelaa bitha diya gaya, meine ghabraaye ghabraye use puchaa “aapka naam??” aur mere dimag may fatt se click hua ki kaun pagal ladki dekhne aata hai bina ladki ka naam jaane, mujhe uska naam pata bhi tha par ab mera dimaag apna kaam kar hi nahi raha tha. Fir bhi usne mujhe muskura kar apnaa naam bataya aur mein wahi flat hogaya ab toh mujhe uski wo khilti hui muskurahat se b pyaar hogaya tha. Meine use uske college k baaareme pucha ab mujhe bahot aadat thi interviews lene ki toh iss baareme que puchne may mujhe koi problem hi nie thi. Aur wo Sharma Sharma k aswer diye jaa rahi thi meri himmat toh nie thi usko direct dekhne ki par mein apni tirchi nazrose uski tasvirr ko jitna apne mann may basa saku basa raha tha. Uski tasvir mere dil may basti jaa rahi thi aur mera pathar dil pighlaa jaa raha tha. Mera bus chalta toh mein wahi behosh ho jata pr mein ladka tha toh isiliye mein tough banne ki acting karne laga aur ghabrahat k mare bahot saare questions puchne laga.Har question puchne ki jagah mein use kehna chahta tha “I love you yaar be my soul mate lets marry right here right now”. Ab dhire dhire mere questions khatam hogaye aur mein intazaar karne laga ki wo b kuch kahe.

Bahot daer k sannate k baad usne mujhse kaha “aapka koi affair wagaire tha..?” usko ye question puchna hi tha kyuki life ka sawaal hota hai par humara b answer taiyaar hi tha, humne apni chaati chaudi karke answer diya “Nie kabhi nie” phir thodi daer sannata hogaya issbar bhi usne sannata todte hue kaha ki “aap iss shadi k liye naa kar doge” jitni chaati chaudi karke meine usse kaha tha pichla sentence utni hi sharmindgi aur aashcharyaa se meine use dekha, ab mere paas jada shabd nie the kehne k lie, meine sawal puchti hui apni nazro se uski ore dekha shayad wo khud samajh gai aur kehne lagi “8 saal se mera boy friend hai aur hum shadi karege bus kuch waqt ki jarurat hai, mein naa nie kar sakti toh kya aap mere lie mujhe nie bol doge” meine is question ka jawaab socha par mu se kuch keh pana ab mushkil tha, meine haan may sar hila diya. Mujhe shayad uski maangti hui nazro se b pyaar hogay, mujhe uske sehme hue chehre se bhi pyaar hogaya, mujhe uski sachi mohobbat se b pyaar hogaya.

Hum wapas aaye, meine nie bol dia ghar walo ne reason pucha toh mein koi thos jawaab diye bagair hi apne kaamo may lag gaya. Jawab tha b kya, mujhe oose itna pyaar tha ki mere lafz uski buraai nie kar paate. Fir subah se kuch meetings, kuch project reviews, kuch logo ko daatna, kuch ko appreciate karna, client ko butter lagana, naye assignments lana aur meri zindagii ne fir raftaar pakad li par ek din raatme jab mein apne pankhe ko ghurte hue neend ka intazaar kar raha tha tab mujhe uss ladki ki tasveer aankho k saamne nazar aane lagi.. shayad pehli baar dil tuta that oh thoda dard toh honaa hi tha. Fir mein sochne laga uska 8 saal puraana pyaar hai aur 8 saal pehle meine apne self imposed rules may bandha hua tha jab oose pyaar hua hoga.. shayad mujhe tab bhi haq nie tha oosse pyaar karne kaa aur mujhe ab bhi haq nie hai… Fir bhi mujhe oose pyaar hai.. so after all rule break ho hi gaya..