Aditya's Diaries

Aditya's Diaries

This is from before the days of blogging, when the book was where the soul could be poured into. Aditya maintains a personal diary for his thoughts. What follow are some random leaflets (most of them being parts of the leaflets) from his diary. The entries focus on his encounters/experiences/meetings with Anushree - a good friend.

25 Nov 2006

"Haan utar.. tank pe mil. Misal khate hain", saying so Mukul disconnected. I had just reached. My weekend getaway home was messy. Thought of giving it a quick clean-up before Misal. Picked up the broom and started dusting superficially. Detailed session awaited tomorrow. Cleaned up the bedroom. Looked down the window to see if Mukul was already at the tank. Nopes, he wasn't. That would give me 3 more mins to clean up the kitchen as well.

"Dard-e-dil ... dard-e-jigar ... dil me jagaya aapne .." Rafi saab sang beautifully on the radio, as I came into the Kitchen. Paatrams lay on the kitchen medai absorbing dust. Jhaadoo was not the best instrument to clean up the dust on them. Opened up the kitchen window to pull up the spare cloth for cleaning purposes. *Flutter* *Flutter* ... 2 pigeons flew as I opened the window, and took in the cloth. Feather pieces everywhere. Did some elementary cleaning and decided that's enough for the day. The cloth was reinstated at its position. Bent over the window and strained to see whether Mukul was already down there. He was. Talking on the phone. That would give me another couple minutes. I stretched to pull the window. And that's when it struck ...

I could see her from between the branches and leaves of the Gulmohar that stood on the garden between the two building. She stood there on the balcony with her mother. The cool November breeze patted my face. It was as if the wind decide to start blowing right then. I kept looking at her. The breeze made her hair fall over her face. Ah. Such grace as never seen before. Aesthetically, she pushed that lock of hair behind her ears. If that were not enough, she also did her mother's hair with equal elegance. Aahaa. I guess that's what is called pure innocence. Some of the flowers in the garden blushed, I'm sure. All of a sudden, the wind stopped. The air became still once again. I strained once again to see her. But couldn't see her. The balcony was empty now. By some force of nature, the leaves of the branches now came right in the line of sight mostly blocking my view. *Curses*

"Apun ka raaj hai kisi ka darr nahi, duniya me raaj hai koi fikar nahi"...rang my cell. "Abe utar na .. kya kar raha hai ..." shouted Mukul. I came to senses, closed the window, washed my hands and left. Missile had left, misal awaited now...

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Aditya's Diaries

Aditya's Diaries

This is from before the days of blogging, when the book was where the soul could be poured into. Aditya maintains a personal diary for his thoughts. What follow are some random leaflets (most of them being parts of the leaflets) from his diary. The entries focus on his encounters/experiences/meetings with Anushree - a good friend.

16 Sept 2007

It was 9:03 in the morning. The train was supposed to reach Kurla by 8:57. Late by a full 6 minutes. I was cursing the Central Railways in my mind - though I guess I might have been saying it aloud as my co-travellers seemed to nod and agree. What with the overflowing crowd in the second class compartment alongwith the various aromas that people carry, taken with the fact that the fans are also not working very well - the physical as well as the emotional energy pretty much drains out in the brief 18 min ride from Mulund to Kurla. I was quite sure I would miss by 9:01 Panvel. 9:13 Belapur was the next train. Aaj to bhai late honewala hai. Inhi khayalon me uljha hua, I got off the train alongwith the hordes of several others, and headed towards the stairs - kitna bhi late ho jaoon - I won't cross the tracks - the law abiding citizen that I am. Took a glance at my shirt. Or rather what remained crisp of my nice ironed off-white shirt. The necessary creases weren't visible. There were many others which shouldn't have been there. There was also a small grease strain conspicuous on the light background. I couldn't have been more frustrated

And thats when I saw her. She was dressed in a Yellow chudidar dress. You could see her slender frame from the midst of all the crowd. She was like a lone fresh, blooming sunflower in a vast field. My heart skipped a beat on seeing Anushree. I did know that she used to be on that train, but had never seen her before. She was climbing up the stairs. Contrary to the crowd around her, she looked unruffled, totally at peace. It was as if she hadn't been in a local train, or rather that she had been just teleported from her home to this staircase directly. I am not sure about it, but I think I lost my pace, my hurry, my apprehensions at missing the train, getting late and also to close my open mouth gaping at Anushree.  

"Arre bhai .. chal na.. kya hogaya" I kind of fumbled and started walking towards the stairs. I hurried up and was just a couple of stairs behind Anushree. She didn't know I was behind her. I didn't know whether I should call her and talk. I have never talked to her before. In person that is. Few times over the phone. And I am basically a shy type of person. Not really the kind who'd walk up to people and start talking - even lesser with the ladies. Predicament Predicament. Kya karoon... Only 5 stairs were left. After that she'd go left, I'd go right. And then I thought Chal yaar baat kar hi leta hoon. Himmat juta dost himmat juta. And so I just reached out to her elbow and called her softly - partly hoping she will hear, and partly hoping she won't. But she did. Anushree gently turned back. Again - I half felt she won't recognize me, half felt she would. And she did. She gave a surprised, and yet an enthusiastic "Hie". We proceeded to have the briefest conversation over the next 4 stairs. I don't recall what I talked. All I remember is a sunflower (or was it a marigold), freshness in the eyes and a sweet voice talking to me for the next 1 min 30 seconds. I do hope I said a "Bye" when we parted on the staircase. 

Refreshed - I saw the time in my watch. 9:07. What ! It's just 4 mins since I got off the train? It had seemed like an eternity. I picked up my pace, my hurry, my apprehensions and hurried to platform 7. 9:05 Chembur train had just arrived. I personally think this is a wasteful train. Who benefits by the Chembur train. I walked up to the rear of the platform. Kedar was climbing down the stairs, and waved at me. 

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