real friendship !!

The world around me is tangible, real. I have friends who I can meet. With whom I can talk face to face.
The world around is me is hazy, mysterious. I have friends whom I have never met and may not meet anytime soon.

Which do you think would be more dear to me?

The unseen ones are my most beloved. For because we cannot meet and have not seen each other we treasure each other with a fierce passion. Their messages wake me up every morning, full of love, cheer and wishes for a good day. I know I can talk to them anytime about anything and that they won't judge me. Phone calls are treats and I look forward to them like a child awaiting for Christmas.

We subsist on plans to meet while blogging together, e mailing, orkuting...we're in touch everywhere in every way. We understand each other perfectly, even completing each others' sentences. Their calls and wishes are the first I get on my birthday and when I'm low, no one cheers me up better than they do.

Yes I have amazing people all around me in daily life. But those who are not around daily, make my life more amazing EVERYDAY. :)


sealed with a kiss by Nandini!

Gabbar v/s Balu

NOTE:..The plot required me to use hindi dialogues. However, I have tried my best to transliterate each dialogue for those who don't understand hindi. The ones who understand hindi kindly read only the hindi dialogues and skip the transliterated ones written in brackets for each dialogue. And my friends who dont understand hindi, kindly read the lines put in bracket only. Get ready for one more humour shot!
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“Main teen tak ginoonga! Uss se pehle bahaar nikal jaa warna main teri darling ko goli maar doonga”
(“I will only count till three. If you don’t show me turn up before that I will shoot your darling”)

“Abhe tere goli se kaun darta hain bhe? Aur bechaari ladki par kya heroism dikha raha hain. Maa ka doodh piya hain toh mere saamne aa.” Balu shouted back at the villain
(“Who is scared of your bullets? And don’t show your heroism before a helpless girl. If you have ever had Maa ka doodh (don’t know how to translate that), then face me” Balu shouted back at the villain)

“Tu apne aap ko mard bolta hain?? Kahaan chupa baitha hain bhe darpok. Tereko apni darling ki jaan pyaari nahi hain kya??”
(“You call yourself a man?? Where are you hiding you coward? Don’t you care for your darling’s life??”)

“Abhe oye!! Zabaan sambhaal ke baat kar. Tereko koi idea nahi hain ki main tere saath kya kar sakta hoon. Aur desh ke liye ek pyaar toh kya, hazaar pyaar kurbaan” Balu thumped his chest with pride.
(“You!! Mind your tongue. You have no idea what I can do with you. And my love dwarfs in comparison to my love for country. I can sacrifice all my lady love for my country” Balu thumped his chest with pride)

“Main sirf teen tak ginoonga. Uska baad iska khel khatam. Ek…….”
(“I will only count till three. After that this game will be over. One….”)

“Abhe tere se kaun darta hain bhe. Chal Fut!!” Balu gave it back to the villain
(“Who is scared of you? Get lost!!” Balu gave it back to the villain)

“Do……”
(“Two……”)

“Abhe teri maa ne sirf teen tak hi ginati sikhaayi hain kya tereko?? Chal fut yahaan se!!” Balu was shouting at the top of his voice
(“Has your mother taught you to count only till three?? Get lost!!” Balu was shouting at the top of his voice)

“Aur yeh….”
(“And finally….”)

“Dabaa naa trigger. Ruk kyun gaya?? Darpok!!” Balu shot back. “Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha....woo ho ho ha ha ha ha ha ha. Darpok kaheenke. Ab main tujhe zinda nahi chodoonga kameene. Ha ha ha ha ha” He started laughing hysterically
(“Pull the trigger. Why did you stop in your tracks?? Coward!!” Balu shot back. “Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha….woo ho ho ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. You coward. Now I won’t spare your life rascal. Ha ha ha ha ha” He started laughing hysterically)

Someone from the crowd shouted. “Please!! Please!! Someone please get this fool to shut his mouth. He is spoiling the movie for all of us. Throw this fool out of the theatre.”

A few torches lit up in the theatre and the guards start scanning the seats. The public points them to the culprit. Guards catch hold of Balu and ask him to leave the theatre. They escort him to the exit gate. Balu resists and puts up a fight. He wriggles out of their hands and runs back to the centre of the theatre. He points his finger at the villain on the screen and bellows,

“Main tujhe zinda nahi chodoonga kutte! Apne din gin na chaalu kar de!”
("I won’t spare your life you dog. Your days are numbered")

He throws a string of abuses directed at the villain on the screen. Guards hold him by the scruff of his neck and throw him out of the theatre.

“Teen….Ab teri darling ko koi nahi bachaa sakta. Ha ha ha ha ha ha. Mera naam Gabbar aise hi nahi rakha logon ne!”
(“Three....No one can save your lady love now. Ha ha ha ha ha ha. People have not named me Gabbar for nothing”)

The movie continued....

Nandini..!!

Dear Dad

I remember my first day at school. I must have been three years old? I cried all the way to school and just outside that gate, to distract me, you bought me a shiny pink balloon. I remember the burst of happiness when I held that balloon.

I remember getting lousy results in math and looking at you with tear filled eyes, only to hear you say "It's okay". I have never felt as relieved.

I remember you supporting even my most bizarre ambitions and dreams. When I wanted to be a Jockey , when I wanted 'pink' hair...you never said no.

I remember all my phases. I spent huge amounts on 'cool' clothes, I enrolled in classes I hardly attended, I racked up ginormous phone bills...you were calm throughout, always explaining, never shouting.

I remember how you reacted to my first car accident , my first pair of low jeans, my first ride alone in big bad WASHINGTON .My first time going away from home to college , You were so concerned, agitated...and worried , but you continue to tolerate it all, even though I know it's hard for you sometimes.

I remember you staying up at night when I was studying, calming me down when I refused to give an exam, taking me out after my horrid result. You always gave me strength.

I remember asking you for money when I run out, taking permission from you when others say no, watching film after film with you because no one else will watch that crap. You're my partner in crime.

And now, even though it irks you that I spend hours on my blog instead of studying, you support my writing.you are the first one to read my poems[well most of them] !

Unconditional love and unconditional faith, that's what you've given me. Add that to a few unbearably long lectures, a shouting match or two and a few shared secrets that we've kept from everyone in the house (yes, mum still doesn't know that I broke the lamp and you ordered the new one before she would find out ) we have the perfect father-daughter relationship.

So here's to the first and most important man in my life - I love you daddy. :)

Nandini
P.S. Can I have an advance on next week's allowance?:P
sealed with a kiss!!!!