The Surprise Show

It’s so interesting that John & Bipasha decided to split?

What kind of nail paint color suits you?

It’s so boring to get movie tickets by standing in a queue?

    So many questions  & many more are to be mentioned, but just forget it.

    Any way I am Soumitra Das, 20 year old male with a born female mind. It all went wrong from my childhood days only. My parents bought me up in a conseravtive manner. They never allowed me to play any kind of field games that demanded a lot of physical activity. I tend to make friends with girls more easily than boys. So my phone diary consists contacts of almost 90 percent of my female friends with whom I chat all nonsense stuff for hours.

    I am of soft mind, very sensitive & emotional by nature. I am caring individual, have a soft corner for females. I love to watch all the saas-bahu dramas,  “Sanskar” & ‘Sabhayata” are the words that hold a important place in my life. I don’t like to go for outings, neither cars nor electronic gadgets. I find my dad closer to me than my mother, but want to be just like my mom. My female friends are more mature and easy to relate than my male friends. I feel lonely when they go on a date with their boyfriends. I like fashion designing, modeling along with great knowledge of beauty tips.

    Till I met Rochak Sen, an RJ by profession. When I called him on his show which used to air at midnight, we spoke for five minutes and soon became good friends. One day we decided to meet at a coffee shop in town. His first impression was in fact  a huge shock to me as I saw a girl sitting on a table reserved for us. I just inquired at the counter but they knew nothing. Finally I walked up to the table and asked her “Excuse Me, Miss, this table is reserved “ to which she reacted “So you are Soumitra. I am Ruchika alias Rochak”. I said “ Just shut up. Miss. How could you think that I believe you to be Rochak.” 

       “Listen Soumitra let me explain to you everything. I needed a job as a RJ very badly and so I had to accept the midnight slot which was only available. The radio station did not want a female RJ at the midnight slot which compelled Ruchika to become Rochak.” I still couldn’t believe it but when she spoke in Rochak’s voice and revealed details of our conversation I had to believe her. We were so engrossed in our talk that we didn’t how time flew by. Around 11 at night I decided to go home but Ruchika insisted that I visit her radio station, where within an hour  she would be on air. Once on air Ruchika turned into Rochak. In a moment she introduced  me to all her listeners and started a poll about what qualities a man or woman should possess? To my surprise I was wrong that men should be macho and women need to be feminine. Almost 95 percent of the listeners contradicted my belief. Her show ended, we both were lost in realm of silence. We departed with a friendly kiss and vowed to keep each other a secret. We decided never to meet each other though I always listen to Rochak’s show. It was so simple that I needed to spend more time with my male friends. But who would like to spend time with me? Forget it, I don’t care about others until it matters me. I made up my mind and decided to join the air-force.

    Opportunities never come, they have to be created. I decided to apply to the air force job and luckily I got selected. After a gruesome trainingI was posted at Pune.

   What would you do if you were in my place?

 

The Double Fault

Basil Fernandes is my identity. I am the current top player in Mens Singles and Doubles: World Professional Tennis Rankings. For the past three years I am winning consequtively all 4 Grand Slam events along with the the ATP Professional Tournaments. On being on the peak of the mountain, I am glad that I could reach here but now on it shall be really tough to stay there for long time. Thus achieving success is not only important but maintaining it is the ultimate goal.

The only regret in my life was that 3 years back, I lost my wife, also a tennis professional. She was stabbed deliberately by a fanatic fan of mine because she couldn't resist my relationship with Natalie, my wife. We have been in the professional tennis circuit for the past 10 years but married just 4 years ago. The loss of my wife was huge enough as we loved each other very much and at the time of her death, Natalie was 1 month pregnantKnowing myself and Natalie, we used to have long discussions on improving my game as she was the best at it. But the day she died, an investigation was carried out for the cause of her being stabbed. They could not find a reason and termed it as an "act of barbaric madness" by the fanatic fan. How could that women, Clara kill three lives by 1 stab of knife? Years passed by she was sentenced to rigorous imprisionment for 7 years. As I climbed the stairs of success, memories of Natalie and my relationship strengthened more. It was hard to forget Natalie and Clara, the person responsible for such a pathetic condition of my family.
Recently, one month ago, Clara completed a term of rigorous imprisionment and was freed from the prision. She decided to meet me, At our first meeting, I wanted to kill her as she was solely responsible for my Love's death. But as a human being I decided to forgive her as Natalie said,"The forgiver is far greater than the punisher". Clara used to visit me almost each day when I was at home and be at the front row of seats for my each match. As time passed by, we became friends. now my passed love is being replaced by a new friend, Clara- a part and parcel of my life. If I don't see her in any match, i lose my rhythm. but then the world doesn't always be with you? Next day it was Natalie's death Anniversary and the Newspaper headlines read " Basil in love with the killer of Ex-one!" I was shocked. how could anyone in the world believe that. I loved Clara who killed Natalie. I tried calling up Clara but she didn't pick up her cellphone as it kept on ringing. I drove myself to her bunglow and found out it was locked. Being desperate to meet her, I drew back hoping that she must be searching for me. But alas! She was not to be found.
The whole day reporters of various news agency visited me to take my comments on the news. I was least interested in talking to rubbish people who make baseless news without any verification. I was deeply engrossed in the thought that did I really love Natalie or was Clara's entry a turning point in my life...? Did Clara really love me or was it a way to gain fame by killing Natalie and then have a so-called affair hitting the News stands...? did Clara regret for her deeds or she just did it for fame...? As my mind is deeply engrossed between Clara and Natalie, the present and the past in my life, I just hope for the best in future.
With the rising sun of new day, the headlines read "Killer of Natalie Fernandes found dead on tennis court" I was deeply struck in grief as this incident was surely going to affect me and my tennis career.

BLOOMING BUD

“Adwait Kshirsagar”- is this the same Adwait who was a leader of all events occurring in the society? Adwait was a budding photographer who loved nature as it is in the natural way. He used to spend hours in jungle and parks photographing God’s Best Creation in a small camera. He could find time for his hobby even in a busy city life- New Delhi, amongst buildings of cement…pollution of vehicles. He recently received a National Award for “ Best Photograph on Environment-2005”. When he went to receive the Award, he mentioned the efforts of his parents who stayed in a far remote village in Maharashtra to bring him up.

Son of a Farmer, he grew amongst nature, completed his education and became a professional photographer. His job made him shift to Mumbai, later on New Delhi. Just after receiving the Award, he could not enjoy his success for long. Soon he heard the devastating news of the bus catching fire, which burnt his parents to ashes on their way to their home in Maharashtra. Such was the cruel way of nature to reward Adwait. This made Adwait lonely, as he was the only person in his family now. He began to remain aloof, frustration creeped on to him. He was almost destroyed emotionally to loose his loved ones. He could not complete his assignments as a result of which his professional name got spoilt. As the world moved on, Adwait stopped in time. His confidence dissolved in deep waters of Grief. He just could not leap out of the ashes of sorrow.

This was enough for me to put a step forward preventing a good soul from being shriveled into a mass that meant nothing. I Nithya Rangarajan, 83 year old senior citizen of this country, still young at heart, an independent person didn’t want Adwait to destroy his talent. Being a Social Worker for National Defense Widow’s Society, a widow myself of a Commander-in-Chief and sacrificing my only son in the Uphaar theatre fire, I knew what grief meant, how to tackle it and live life to full extent. I came to know about Adwait when he received the Award, and his neighbors informed me about his grief.

I decided to meet Adwait personally at his residence. I had to ring his doorbell thrice after which he opened the door. I introduced myself to him but there was no response. I entered the main hall following him silently. I decided to talk him out through this situation. I spoke to him about an assignment to shoot a photo session for Defense personelle’s orphans living in an orphan home in New Delhi. He refused for the assignment but later on gave in when I insisted that the Children read about him in the Newspapers and wanted him only to conduct the session. Hesitatingly, he agreed to shoot without taking any monetary benefit.

On the day of photo session, I accompanied Adwait to the Orphanage hoping that this might cheer him up. I instructed children to behave properly and obey him. Adwait explained the children about camera, photo session and just be as normal as they could. But they were so tensed up that they used to make silly mistakes, which sent the entire unit into laughter. Even Adwait laughed but just on face… not from his heart. The children enjoyed every moment of the shoot thanks to Adwait who brought out the best out of them. While leaving the orphanage I decided to drop Adwait at his residence. I the car Adwait started talking, “ Thanks Nithyaji to make me a part of this noble cause.” I said, “No need to say thanks. If these children can enjoy life after knowing that they are orphans, why can’t you do so at this age? Never think you are lonely in this world. Look at me, look at these children. We understand that happiness lies in making others happy which in turn makes us cheerful. Think about this.”

Next day, I had a surprise visit from Adwait who insisted to do a photo shoot with me. I said, “ You must be the first cynical photographer who wants to capture on camera an 83 year old model who can’t stand straight…forget the ramp-walk and beautiful smile” to which Adwait uttered “Mam, beauty is not external…it is internal as well as eternal…it does not lie within the model but with the photographer who enhances the best in the model.” It was nice to see Adwait back in same bubbly mood full of enthusiasm with new zeal for life. It was a small effort from my side to prevent the BLOOMING BUD from decaying. This could lend me moments of happiness to forget my own grief sand sorrow and give me a motto to lead my life.

Was it a personal selfish reason to help Adwait or was it just a part of my social work? I find it difficult to answer this question…would you help me out…