Episode 1

Not so beautiful Mind

Lub-dub..lub-dub..lub-dub.. The heart rate is normal! Lub-dub..lub-dub..lub-dub.. now its beating fast! Lub-dub..lub-dub..lub-dub.. now it's beating slow.. I am guessing his heart rate from his breathing rate. Though seemingly he is not getting proper sleep his face says he is deep in sleep and enjoying it.

He is my friend Ashish. A very silent and well-mannered guy. We are roomies and belong to the same batch, but we belong to different branches of engineering. I belong to the electrical and electronics branch and Ashish belongs to the electronics and communication. The difference is electrical and communication and common is electronics.

As there is a difference in our branches likewise we don't communicate much and as common to both of us we love electronics.

It's 10.30 am in the morning, Ashish seems to be getting up. He looks at me and doesn't give any reaction on his face. I am looking at him with a wide 70mm smile on my face waiting for his reaction. He holds the brush in his hand staring at its bristles.

Ashish is an enigmatic character and is very different from rest of us in the hostel. The other day he was staring at the broken bulb in our room. He was deeply studying the pattern in which the glass had broken leaving sharp edges. Sometimes he'll play rock music on computer keeping it mute and stare at the graphical characteristics shown by the music playing software.

Not so long ago he was watching a hockey match with me at our college ground. The score was 0-0 and seemingly a very boring match but ashish was seeming very curiously looking at the ball. He was looking at the path the ball was traversing on the field.

I looked at him, I said to myself,"this guy is crazy". I was getting bored. I moved my eye-balls and took a 360 degree look around, searching for any good looking babe in the college. Hmm.. yes.. there she is.. phew! she is so damn hot man. But wait.. what the f*&#.. she is speaking with that a@@hole. I was bored and now angry. To make myself entertain I asked Ashish,"I bet the CS people will win, who do you think will win". Ashish said after a long pause,"No!! PS people will win". He must be crazy, any person on this world will easily bet on CS people going by there previous record, there skills and experience and this fellow is saying otherwise. Now I got into the match supporting the CS people. Just before the half time with score still at 0-0 Ashish left to attend a class. He seemed to have already seen this match hundreds of times and guessed the result as if we were watching highlights. I sat there waiting for the result, about half an hour later, the game got over. And guess what! the mighty, experienced and skilled CS team was defeated by PS team with 2-0 score. As usual, I lost the bet again, but I had all the right data in mind to place a safe bet.

This was not the only incident. there are many incidents wherein Ashish would guess the result correct or find a right solution or crack a complex puzzle. But I am different, whenever I hear the word puzzle all I feel is just Zzz...

Hmm..

Achanak darwaaze par dastak aayee
khidki se dekha, woh tha mera dost tanhayee
roz ghar aajata hai
mujhko bada pareshaan karta hai

meri biwi kushi, usse nafrat hai karti
mujhse rooth kar maike hai jaati

tanhayee ke saat tab mai shaam bitaata
khushi ko yaad kar jaam hai peeta
tanhayee jaam mein aansoon milaata
jeevan ki sachai batlaata

jaam na mitha sakha yeh gham
mai ho gaya uski talaash mein ghum
lekin, zindagi chalti jaa rahi
jaise ghadi ki sooyi bhaag rahi

zindagi aur maut ke dehleez pe mai hoon khada
jaise lau hawa se lad raha

khushi teri raah dekhoon kab tak
jaldi aaja mere darwaaze de de dastak.

Redundancy

I love her.. I love her not.. she did it right.. she did it wrong.. why me.. why me not.. No, I am not plucking the petals of a flower, one year long and still these questions come to my mind. I try not to answer them and concentrate on what I was doing. Two long weeks and every day she came in my dreams. We did not have conversation, we acted like strangers.

I don't understand the root cause for this extreme obsession for a human who spent few days with me and seems to affect the rest of my life. I don't understand how I was made a complete stranger overnight. I don't understand why I miss her every second and unknowingly wait for her though I know she is gone forever. She was not even near to the pretty faces I have seen in my life. Her body was nowhere perfect for me to get attracted physically. She didn't have those long beautiful hairs. And neither she spoke good language.

Trrrrrrrrrrnnnnnnnnnnnnnnggggggg.... Oh! the alarm rang, it's eight in the morning and this is how I get up every morning.