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     Mrhyderabad Comedian Username: Mrhyderabad Post Number: 1774 Registered: 01-2008 Posted From: 98.221.99.83 Rating: N/A |
No idea bro. Btw, this is platy annai's story  Perception is immune to Intellectual Correction ... | ||
| Jalsa Side Hero Username: Jalsa Post Number: 4433 Registered: 02-2008 Posted From: 159.53.46.144 Rating: N/A |
Hyd thammud, idhi Vadde Naveen gaadidhi oka bomma vachindhi kadha, oopiri or something, atlaney undhi | ||
| Humpty_dumpty Comedian Username: Humpty_dumpty Post Number: 1516 Registered: 02-2009 Posted From: 38.117.247.14 Rating: N/A |
hmmm ee story lo sad ending kanna light at the end of tunnel undhi...the way that guy is trying bring her back... Liberty is too great a virtue to be buried in books | ||
| Mrhyderabad Comedian Username: Mrhyderabad Post Number: 1770 Registered: 01-2008 Posted From: 167.230.38.118 Rating: N/A |
ee comment ki platy answer "I love sad endings  "Perception is immune to Intellectual Correction ... | ||
| Linkmaster Side Hero Username: Linkmaster Post Number: 6865 Registered: 02-2008 Posted From: 12.34.246.72 Rating: N/A |
platy thammudu sad ending tho samputhaadu readers ni "Reputation to be valued more than one's life".. Geetha | ||
| Humpty_dumpty Comedian Username: Humpty_dumpty Post Number: 1514 Registered: 02-2009 Posted From: 38.117.247.14 Rating: N/A |
 Liberty is too great a virtue to be buried in books | ||
| Mallik Side Hero Username: Mallik Post Number: 5534 Registered: 10-2008 Posted From: 67.58.131.119 Rating: N/A |
hyder ali anaa?  In this db, there's always someone watching you!!  | ||
| Transcendental Side Hero Username: Transcendental Post Number: 2566 Registered: 10-2008 Posted From: 128.221.197.55 Rating: N/A |
now he own a site right ?..  _Trans _ | ||
| Mrhyderabad Comedian Username: Mrhyderabad Post Number: 1767 Registered: 01-2008 Posted From: 167.230.38.118 Rating: N/A |
His blog: http://vedam.blogspot.com/ But he has stopped posting here as he got a personal website now. Perception is immune to Intellectual Correction ... | ||
| Netra Side Hero Username: Netra Post Number: 7072 Registered: 01-2008 Posted From: 205.248.102.82 Rating: N/A |
keka.. annai blog edho undhi kadha.. telistte eeda posttandi Vikrama Simhapuri Simhaalu | ||
| Humpty_dumpty Comedian Username: Humpty_dumpty Post Number: 1513 Registered: 02-2009 Posted From: 38.117.247.14 Rating: N/A |
baaga raasaru platypus gaaru... hyder , do u know his blog url ...google sesay oopika ledhu Liberty is too great a virtue to be buried in books | ||
| Mrhyderabad Comedian Username: Mrhyderabad Post Number: 1764 Registered: 01-2008 Posted From: 167.230.38.118 Rating: N/A |
She stared at her cell phone. The call had not arrived yet. The masala dosa in front of her had long since gone cold. "Call me you idiot" she whispered. Prakash always forgot appointments. She had been stood up by him like this umpteen times before. The weather was chilly. The breeze added to the effect. The open air Food Court was a terrific place to be right then. She just wanted to glide along with the breeze and get out of the office. Unfortunately the breeze would then take her back to her cubicle eventually - for she could not get away from her production support duty. But that didn't stop her from dreaming. Prakash was an integral part of most of those dreams. They met in a train which was going to Bangalore. They met again in a plane that was going to Chicago. After September 11th, they met once again in a plane that was coming back to Hyderabad. Unfortunately the plane that took off for San Francisco after the economy recovered, had only Prakash in it - leaving the bewildered Nitya back in the safe haven of the India office. San Francisco - the city of dreams! "Night shift?" She came back to her senses. There was a guy smiling in front of her. She returned his smile and nodded. "Me too." He said and paused for a moment, "Is that grammatically correct to say 'Me too'?" She laughed, "Maybe not. But I am not going to crucify you for that." "I am Sid, Siddharth Dwivedi." "I am Nitya, Nitya Nitya" He was taken aback. "You don't have a last name?" She smiled, "I do. You don't need to know." "Oops" "Yeah! Oops" "Maybe I should just... uh... sit there, eat my mirchi bajji and get out of here." "Sounds like a plan." "OK" He vanished from there. She went back to San Francisco - of course in her dreams. The call didn't come. She went back to her cubicle. Two hours later, the breeze was cooler - and the set dosa in front of her had already frozen. "Hi, what a coincidence!" She sighed, "Yes! Remarkable coincidence considering this is the only Food Court open at this hour." "Actually I don't take too many breaks normally but today wasn't feeling good. So I am here." He settled in a nearby chair. She leaned across to him and told him in a low tone, "Here's a tip. If someone asks you 'How do you do?' you just respond with 'How do you do?' - You don't talk about your stomach upset. The other person simply doesn't care." Only the breeze did the talking for the next two minutes at the end of which he nodded and walked back to his cubicle. Nitya felt bad immediately. The phone call was yet to materialize. She could use some company. At times, she unnecessarily created an impregnable shell around her. She stood up and walked across the campus enjoying the silent night. It took her anywhere between ten to twenty minutes to cover the entire campus depending on her mood. Sometimes she walked serenely absorbing every creaking of the ubiquitous cricket. Sometimes it was almost a jog just to get the breeze dissolve the headache. Today, she chose a comfortable rhythm - neither fast nor slow. She called this "The Introspection Pace". It let her introspect. Her thoughts went back to Prakash. Why is the idiot not calling me! And that was when she came face to face with him again. "Nitya! I promise. I am not stalking you. This is my regular cigarette break and you are in the smoking Gazebo now." Sid hurriedly spoke. She smiled. "Nice to meet you again Sid. I mean it." His face relaxed. "Thank you. I am not actually a Casanova in case you are wondering." "So what are you?" Nitya liked to tease people. "I am a drifter. I drift between fantasy and fiction. I take precautions not to enter the real world at all." He said. Nitya raised her eyebrows. "So this is fantasy or fiction?" He looked at the surroundings. "Can't you feel the ether surrounding us? All these ethereal patterns - This must be Kakoolia." "Excuse me - Kakoolia?" "A fictitious place. Ruled by Siddhartha Dwivedi." "Oh I see. Need a visa to get there?" "You are already there. You can have permanent residency here if you want." They stared at each other trying to make sense of what they had just spoken. Nitya left the gazebo silently. Sid did not try to stop her. Two hours later, she walked into the Food Court half expecting to see Sid there. She was not wrong. He offered a smile. She went to his table and sat right opposite to him. "Sid, I am taken." He sighed. "I know. Prakash." "Then why are you doing this?" "To steal you from Prakash." "Excuse me?" "Don't get me wrong. I know you are not a commodity to steal but I am trying to present my case here. Ultimately it is going to be your choice. No one's denying it." Nitya smiled. "There are a hundred thousand girls out there who are available. Why me?" He leaned across. "Show me one. Now." "Now?" "Yes. Now." "This is not fair. This is the graveyard shift. Girls don't work in the graveyard shift." "95% of the girls get engaged by the time they come out of training. For the rest 5% - the competition is insane. So "stealing", "poaching" etc are the only ways we can get our dream girl." "Sid, you don't even know me." "You are Nitya Nitya and you are the most beautiful, most graceful, most thoughtful girl I have seen on the campus - Actually I stand corrected. You are the most beautiful, most graceful..." "Stop it. You are embarrassing me." Nitya turned red. "Let me complete, most thoughtful girl I have EVER seen." He leaned back and sipped his coffee. Nitya smiled, "But you don't stand a chance when the competing person is Prakash." Sid did not respond. He knew all about Prakash. In fact he really wouldn't stand half a chance if he had to match Prakash' wits. However, he also knew about the gruesome accident the previous year. A minute or two passed by quietly. Nitya cleared her throat. "You are assuming a lot of things about me. You don't know anything about my preferences, my social upbringing, my political views and my favorite hero." He nodded. "You are right. Give me a chance to get to know you better." "Good night, Sid - Maybe Prakash messaged me. I gotta go." Nitya walked back to her cubicle. "Prakash is not going to call you Nitya. He cannot." Whispered Sid. The psychiatrist had clear instructions for everyone. She had to be slowly eased into our world. Sudden bursts of reality might just break her completely. He would return tomorrow and continue the conversation. The End Perception is immune to Intellectual Correction ... |
