Monday, March 7, 2011

Smriti Sabrinathan Weds Deepak K. Srivastava


‘Wake Up Mr….!!’ Hey, I am talking to you. This berth is mine!!

(I heard voice of a girl. Girl…GIRL… My unconscious mind repeats that word 2 times & he started thinking about the figure of that girl; her clothes, her SMILE, her curves etc)

This was my second trip to Hyderabad & I was traveling in GKP-SC Express train with my Mother. We both get different berths because at the time of booking of tickets it was a waiting ticket & now it got confirmed (By default). I tell you guys this “Indian Railway” has always some problem with me… They have given me & my mom different seats, and that too very much far away. I got Berth No. 42 (Middle Berth) & mom, Berth No. 12 (Lower Berth).
But there was also an advantage; I can flirt with girls around me (Many were present at there)

Though I was in my dream, someone pulled the sheet-off me. I furiously sat up & screamed in a loud voice (even louder than Train’s horn), “Who done that rubbish thing?”
‘I did that freakish thing, Mr.’ She gently replied.

(That time when my tiny eyes saw her, I was left numb. Was I really in my dream?? I asked that question no. of times to myself. I can’t believe that she has same figure, same eyes, same lips even same curves; all things were same which I saw in my dream, just a minute ago. I pinched myself so hard (its mark is still on my left hand). Then I realized it wasn’t any dream. There was a sexy, gorgeous, beautiful (all the adjectives which you guys know, use it over there) girl, standing in front of me.)

‘You, OK.’ She asked.
‘I, am, m…m… yeah fine!! Sorry, I occupied your seat for a while, actually mine berth is 42.’ I replied & regretted my mistake.
‘Ohh.. It’s OK. No need to say sorry yaar!! It just happens sometimes. BTW myself Smriti…. Smriti Sabrinathan.’ She said.

‘(What she saw in me, I don’t know. But one thing I definitely know that It was my lucky day. First time a girl, telling her name to me… Me….ME!! Ohh God, you are GREAT),’ I whispered.
‘What.’ She asked.
‘Nothing… nice name!! Smriti Sabri…(Paused).’ I wobbled while pronunciation.
‘It’s “Sabrinathan” & thanx for your articulation. Yeah.. I love my name.’ she screamed.
‘I, am, Deepak! Are you South Indian??’ I asked after introducing myself.
‘Yup.. But why you asked that question? Do you have any problem with South Indian girls?’ Smriti asked. (Voice louder than ever before)
‘Nope, I just.. Actually I love South Indians very much especially their culture.’ I replied with a gentle smile on my face.
‘I love my culture very much; it is different from others; totally different.’ Smriti replied.
‘So, we are friends now!’ I asked.

(I want her so badly because I don’t want to loose that hot chick. She was looking absolutely gorgeous in their outfits. She was wearing tight denim jeans which show-off the best part of her body & a White T-Shirt (Now, I can’t tell you how much sexy she was looking in those white T-shirts)

‘How can you say that we are friends now? We just spent half-an-hour with each other & this is not enough time to understand an unknown boy.’ Smriti roared.
‘Hey listen.. I am not proposing you! I only said, “Can we become friends now?” It’s not that big deal.. Is it?’ I argued.
’OK..OK… Now don’t irritate me! We are friends but only friends. I feel great to make friends in journey. Now you are my friend.’ She said.

“First Target achieved,” I whispered.
‘What?’ Smriti asked.
‘Nothing, (I, smiled).’ I said.

(She further extended her hand to shake & I just jumped in front of her. We shook hands as soon as our hand finds each other contacts, tingles ran down all over my body.)

‘So, where are you from?’ I asked.
‘Chennai aka Madras.’ Smriti said.
‘Then, why you are going to Hyderabad?’ I asked.
‘My “Athai” lives in Hyd. I am going for a vacation.’ Smriti giggled.
‘What? “Mithai” (Sweats)!!!’ She stopped me before saying anything extra.
‘Shut up.. You crab. “Athai” means Aunty. She is my father’s sister. You got the point?’ Smriti replied brutally.
(I like that crab word. Whenever I see her, I want to snatch her face & kiss her. OMG.. Her killing lips)
‘What do you do? I mean studying, working or just doing nothing like me.’ I fired another personal question.
‘I am studying in Delhi; would be a software Engineer & soon to be preparing for Civil Services Exams.’ Smriti said.
‘Wow.. Me too preparing for CSE! But you said you are from Delhi & you boarded your train from Jhansi? What kind of connection is that? BTW, what are your subjects?’ (Question after question) I asked another one.
‘Great!! You also.!! Actually I got my confirmed ticket from Jhansi, for Hyd. Hence, I decided to board another train upto Jhansi, from Delhi. My subjects are Public Ad & Philosophy.’ Smriti said.
‘Don’t say that, what a co-incidence! Same subjects!’ I said.
‘Then it would be good for us. Can you give me some guidance for CSE? I don’t know much about it!’ Smriti pleaded.
‘Yeah.. Of-course.’(As I have done PhD. in CSE!!), I whispered.
‘Actually, I have an idea. Can we study together?? It will be fruitful for us.’ Smriti asked.

(That day was definitely lucky to me. A sexy girl is asking me to study together. Oh.. Jesus, Thank you so much.)

In the mean-time, my mom arrives & asked me,” When will you eat dinner?”
‘Mom, she is Smriti Sabrinathan & Smriti, she is my Mother.’ Why I introduced Smriti to my mom?? I still don’t know. I thought one day she would become her Daughter-in-law.
‘Hello, aunty.’ Smriti said. Mom nodded a bit.
‘Maa, you eat; I’ll eat later’ I said.
‘Ok, as you wish.’ Mom said & disappeared.
‘So where we were?’ I asked.
‘In the train & I am still in it!!’ Smriti replied (with a constant smile)

(I always see her lips whenever she smiles, researching ways of kissing her badly.) ‘Huh, I am not in the mood of mockery.’ I said.
‘I want to be with you.. I mean, I want to do study with you. (I took a deep breathe)’
‘So, am I! I found you nice, gentle, and intelligent. It will be great for us if we study together.’ Smriti said.
‘I am going back to Delhi next month & will enroll myself to a coaching institute. I want you also come there & join me.’ She further added.
‘But I can’t come to Delhi as I can’t leave my mother alone. I have some responsibilities on my shoulder. I can’t run away from there. WTF…Yaar!!!’ I murmured.
‘Oh.. Mama’s Boy! Don’t want to leave his mummy alone. Then you tell what we have to do??’ She argued.

‘Give me sometime to think.’ I said while buying a Mango Slice to both of us. I will tell u tomorrow. Ok, now please let me go to sleep as I am feeling sleepy.
‘Just go & Fuck-Off with your sleep.’ Smriti yelled while taking her last sip.

(Listing that F-word from a typical South Indian Girl, took me into COMA!! All went for a Pause)
She switched-off lights instantly & everything went in dark. I, still was not able to understand why a South Indian girl is taking so much interest in a North Indian Boy?
Am I very intelligent?
Am I looked like Ranbir Kapoor?
Am I still in my dream?
Is she a prostitute?
‘All these questions appeared randomly in my mind at that time. I slapped myself!! What are you talking about? She is not a prostitute!! How mean you are?’ I talked to myself in anger.
‘But I am not that intelligent & also not looking like Ranbir Kapoor.

(Whole night I suffered those typical questions even tougher than the paper of CSE. Somehow I managed to take a nap)

Next Morning: Train’s schedule arrival at Hyd was at 9’o clock in the morning & It was already 8.30 in the clock, when my eyes gives me little bit of space to see actually what’s going on around me?
I saw my watch, its 8.30! My God.. I sat up & looked here-and-there in hurry but she wasn’t there. Now I was sure at that time she was definitely a prostitute but then I found her handbag over her seat. It was neither any dream nor was she a prostitute.

‘Good Morning.’ Smriti comes from nowhere & tapped on my shoulder. (Similar type of tingles ran down over my body)
‘Where were you gone?’ I asked.
‘What people do in the morning?’ Smriti whispered. ‘Oh.. I see’. I nodded.
‘So, you decided. What you are going to do?’
Smriti, I actually want to join you in Delhi but …. (Interrupted in middle)
‘But, what! You don’t want to become a Bureaucrat, you don’t want to avail all those exceptional facilities, power to govern anybody..??’ Smriti screamed.
‘I am confused little bit. Actually I want to say something… Just leave it. Will you please give me 2 or 3 days to think?’ I pleaded

(Train arrived on schedule at Hyd station. First time I saw any Indian Railway train arrived Right time on any station. I told you before that this Indian Railway definitely has some problem with me.)
‘Oh.. Cm’on you geek. My Athai is coming to receive me & I am going because she is like James Bond 007.  This is my mobile no. 09839XXXXXX, call me only in the evening.’ Smriti fumed.

She just disappeared in 60 seconds. My mom arrived & ordered me,” Pick up those bags”. I silently followed her but suddenly something happened to me. I told my mom, “Just stay here for a minute & I’ll be back in 5 minutes”.
I rushed towards Smriti who was walking with her Athai & said,” I want to talk with you for a minute”.
‘Not this time…My Athai is here.’ She whispered.
‘Please… Only 1 minute’, I pleaded.
‘Athai… he is my friend, Deepak. He wants to talk to me, May I?’ She asked.
(Athai nodded)
I just want to say one thing… I.. I.., actually Smriti, whenever I see you, something unusual happens in my stomach. You know… How would I concentrate myself when we study together?  Whenever I see your face, I want to kiss you!! I know it sounds freakish.. But I am in love with you. I LOVE YOU Smriti!

‘I don’t know how to react on this..?? But I can do one thing & she kissed me onto my cheeks. Is this u want from me? I have to go & will call you in the evening & also I will give my answer. But if I said No, don’t do anything. Ok.. Bye! Will call you in the evening!’ She smiled & said.

(Today she called me in the evening & said,” I want to continue with you. Can we meet tomorrow in NTR Garden in evening?”)
‘What you said, you want to continue with me. OMG, I can’t believe this. Yes, I am coming to NTR garden tomorrow but this time I want kiss on different place’ I screamed & now expecting the kiss on my lips!! (Desperately waiting for tomorrow)



10 comments:

Sanjeetha said...

superb narration deepak..:)
and thanks for obeying my words..:)
expecting lots from you in this team blog

Stranger said...

@Sanj: no thanx bet. Frndzz.. ROFL
i think u had said above lines.. !! :P
Expectation leads to disappointment (sometimes)..

Yeah.. i will give ma best to ma B-Frndzz !!

Smriti said...

hi baby.. :)
Sorry 4 late response, bt u know was bzy in ma studies!!
i told u not write ma real name over there!! :( bt i know u love me alot
Love u baby... *KISS*
See u soon in Delhi...

Mag[m] said...

hey man....mindblowing yaar.....

Geeta Singh said...

OMG :))

Stranger said...

@Baby: yeah definitely.. Love u too!

@Mag: thanx dude.. i m handling it wid care... :P

@Geetu: Shocked..?? Happy...?? or What...?? (dis tym i m confused.. :O)

Geeta Singh said...

and i am always confused:)) it's happy sign { omg:))} only :D

Soumyadeep said...

wow wonderful...everytime I wish to board a bus, train or a flight I also wish to hav such encounter...but it nevr happened...:-(

keep blogging...

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mridula said...

Lucky girl, she kissed you in the first meeting , thats in the train hahaha mindblowing writing!

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