ALLWIN BRIGHT WRITES

“Everybody is special. Everybody. Everybody is a hero, a lover, a fool, a villain. Everybody. Everybody has their story to tell.” ― Alan Moore, V for Vendetta

READ, READ, READ…

Read, read, read. Read everything — trash, classics, good and bad, and see how they do it. Just like a carpenter who works as an apprentice and studies the master. Read! You’ll absorb it.

Then write. If it’s good, you’ll find out. If it’s not, throw it out of the window.

— William Faulkner

Faulkner couldn’t have been wrong. Could he? So I read, read, read, read. I then write. And I throw reams out of the window. 🙂

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A HAPPY HAPPY POST :)

These days my emotions and feelings fluctuate enormously. One day I feel sad, isolated and lonely. It hits me out of nowhere. The very next day all of a sudden I end up feeling amazing and on top out of the world. Weird… But, this has been the case with me in the recent times. I am starting to get a little worried. Someone please please please tell me that all this is completely normal.

That apart I am feeling really happy at the moment. Its so very true that its the little things in life that make you happy. Well, these were the little things that made me happy over the last week.

  • Receiving a phone call from a dear friend whom I’d begun to miss a lot. And the conversation lasting for a good one and half hours.
  • Coming to a realization that I have friends who pick up my calls at any ungodly hour just to listen to me rant about my problems.
  • Whats App message exchange with someone who thinks I am the sweetest person she has ever met and really means when she says it.
  • Visiting home for the weekend.
  • Having a tasting and filling lunch.
  • Making Mom laugh with a funny joke when she was really upset about something.
  • Reading blogs and realizing that there are a lot of nice people around, that happiness is in abundance all around us and that happiness is a contagious feeling.
  • Having a movie marathon with sister.
  • Achieving a blog milestone –  I’ve written 50 posts on my blog. I know, I know… its not a big milestone by any means. Given the fact that I’ve been blogging for more than two years now. But a reason good enough to feel happy about. Ain’t it?
  • Losing myself so much in writing this post that I don’t realize that its 12:30 p.m. and I am still in office.

Life is not all that bad. 🙂

AM I BEING TOO VULNERABLE?

I am easily moved to tears and rarely survive a visit to the cinema without shedding them, racked, as I am, by the most perfunctory, meretricious or even callously sentimental attempts at poignancy (something about the exterior of the human face, so vast and palpable, with the eyes and the lips: it is all writ too large for me, too immediate for me.)

― Martin AmisExperience: A Memoir

Ever since I’ve started living alone I find that my eyes easily well up with tears. I cry way too often these days. I cry when I get drunk, I cry watching sad movies, I cry listening to sad songs, I cry reading sad stories. Shock of Shocks was when I cried listening to a church sermon. I’ve never ever seen myself as a religious person. Mom has to literally drag me out of bed on a Sunday morning. On any given Sunday I’d blissfully sleep rather than attending a Sunday mass. I’ve always known to be a sentimental and an emotional person. But to this extent? I really didn’t know.

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Its not that I have so much sadness in me. Believe me, I consider myself as one of the luckiest persons in this planet. I have a loving family. They talk to me over the phone almost every single day. My sister is the bestest!!! She can make me smile even when I am having a really really bad day. I have friends who truly care for me. I know that they’ll always be there for me. I have a job. Its another story that I do not love my job. But, its good in a number of ways. I have problems too. But, they are all zilch compared to what people around the world face. And yet, there is this empty feeling deep inside.

I don’t sleep at night. I spend hours and hours staring at the ceiling with a blank mind. Often I find that I am hallucinating. I yearn a lot to talk. This yearning only accentuates with each passing night.

I check my mobile all the time to see if I’ve received a text or a call. The first thing I do after getting back to home is to check my online friends list.

I just need someone to tell me that I’ll be fine and that everything will be okay. 

Is this all normal? Am I being too vulnerable?

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DEAR BROTHERS AND SISTERS FROM NE, I AM SORRY…

Delhi is in the news for the wrong reasons, yet again. Nido Tania, an 18-year-old student from Arunachal Pradesh, got beaten up mercilessly in a busy south Delhi market – so much so that it apparently led to his death.

It makes me shudder to think that nobody — not a single person — was around to try and rescue him, when he was being beaten up.

Have we become so apathetic, disaffected, hypocritical, and selfish?

Why did a young student like Nido have to die such a brutal death?

Because he looked different?

Because he had a wacky hairstyle?

Because he reacted by breaking the glass door, in a moment of rage?

Because he hailed from the north-eastern part of this great country?

Something as precious as human life is lost for reasons such as these. I find it hard to digest this very fact.

You don’t get to choose your place of birth or your facial features. Why then this blatant display of outright racism towards them?

It makes me sick to the core that there are some who argue that “Nido should have been tolerant to mild teasing. That “by reacting, he only invited his own death”. I don’t understand this at all.

What’s wrong with people? Should one be spineless? For God’s sake, can you please stop the victim-blaming? It would do us a world of good.

I have been to the north-east recently. Hailing from South India, I looked different there. But, nobody treated me like an alien. Nobody stared at me.

In fact people welcomed me with open arms. They were nice people to talk to. They treated me with respect. Treat them the same way. Is that too much they are asking for?

Dear north-eastern brothers and sisters of mine,

I apologize on behalf of the fellow Indians, who have been nasty and horrible to you; I apologize for the humiliating discrimination meted out to you. I apologize that we, Indians, have been racist to the core.

I, for one, do not advocate tolerance to racial discrimination of any sort. I want you to know that I stand by you and I support your fight. I am sure there are many like me.

This post is a part of #WriteAgainstDiscrimination campaign initiated by an online news website SaddaHaq 

Link to the article

https://www.saddahaq.com/politics/writeagainstdiscrimination/dear-brothers-and-sisters-from-ne-i-am-sorry

HOMESICK? WHO, ME?

I’d been to Madurai this weekend. I hadn’t been home since new year. I was so excited about it. But, home was just not the same it used to be. A lot of things had changed.

Sis did not fight for the TV remote like she used to. Its World War when it comes to TV remote. But this time she just let me have it.

Mom let me sleep till noon. That too on a Sunday. Mom is very strict about attending church on Sundays. But no, not this time.

Mom washed and dried two full bags of clothes in day. Sis took care of pressing them neatly for me.

I’d just gone to bed for a nap. Sis was seeking my help with one of her college assignments. Mom slowly whispered “Hush… He is sleeping. Let him sleep now. He must be really tired.” Sis didn’t say anything. Not a word. She silently went back to her studying.

Sis had to unpack and pack my clothes and stuffs thrice because I took the laptop out of my bag every now and then. But, she didn’t complain. Not even once.

How do I explain the little sacrifices both made to ensure that I had a happy time staying at home?

It made me realize that they missed me as much as I missed them or may be even more than that.

People who know me well know that I always have a hard time to say good-bye to those I truly care for. You can imagine how hard it must have been for me to say good-bye to my mom and my sister. But I pretended to be okay and kept a smile on my face. It was the least that I could do. Bid a happy good bye to them.

When I started living alone, a friend of mine gave me this piece of advice. (She also happens to be one of the loveliest people I’ve ever met)

You’ll be fine. You’ll miss your family and thus appreciate them more. You’ll also learn more independence. This is not a bad thing. It is growth. Growing is a part of life. When you stop growing, you start dying. My best wishes to you always, Allwin!!!

And in fact, that’s exactly what seems to be happening.

BUCKET LIST

I make TO-DO lists all the time! I love crossing things off a list. But, I’ve never ever created a Bucket List.  Inspired by a blog I silently stalk and greatly admire, I decided to create one for this year. I signed up myself for the Day Zero Project.

Here’s how it works:

The Challenge:
Complete 101 preset tasks in a period of 1001 days.

The Criteria:
Tasks must be specific (i.e. no ambiguity in the wording) with a result that is either measurable or clearly defined. Tasks must also be realistic and stretching (i.e. represent some amount of work on your part).

Why 1001 Days? 
Many people have created lists in the past – frequently simple challenges such as New Year’s resolutions or a ‘Bucket List’. The key to beating  procrastination is to set a deadline that is realistic. 1001 Days (about 2.75 years) is a better period of time than a year, because it allows you several seasons to complete the tasks, which is better for organising and timing some tasks such as overseas trips, study semesters, or outdoor activities.

I seriously hope that I am able to pull off all my bucket list items.

Wish me a lot of luck with my list. I’ll need it.

So here it goes.

  1. Go on a date
  2. Blow an ear-piercing whistle with fingers
  3. Complete writing hundred pages with my left hand
  4. Read 50 books
  5. Get an iPhone (even an iPod would do)
  6. Make an iTunes playlist of 101 A.R. Rahman songs
  7. Learn Spanish
  8. Travel in a flight
  9. Make a list of the top 5 people who have positively influenced you and write them all letters
  10. Watch a whole season of the TV series ’24’ in real time.
  11. Ride on motor bike from Coimbatore to Madurai
  12. Play a street cricket match with kids
  13. Learn to read and write Tamil (Yes, the language is my mother tongue. And its a shame that I am not fluent in reading and writing)
  14. Learn to spin a top
  15. Fly a Kite
  16. Get hammered
  17. Go on a long ride without a destination
  18. Secretly leave presents for Christmas
  19. Have someone listen to me playing air guitar
  20. Make an omelet
  21. Call in sick to work when I am not
  22. Stick up a poster in my room
  23. Send a surprise birthday gift
  24. Sign up to become an organ donor
  25. Have a pillow fight
  26. Learn to blow a bubble with chewing gum
  27. Own a collection of 50 books. (eBooks don’t count)
  28. Ride my motor cycle at more than 100 kmph
  29. Watch 50 Kamal Haasan movies. Start afresh. (3/50)
  30. Ride Yamaha RX100
  31. Befriend 10 new bloggers
  32. Write at least one blog-post every month for a year
  33. Be an early riser for a month. (Early meaning 6:00 a.m. in the morning)
  34. Have someone eat Dosas prepared by me
  35. Gain weight
  36. Get stuffs in my laptop completely organized and accessible
  37. Spring-clean home all by myself
  38. Create a custom decal and use it on my motor bike
  39. Stay up all night
  40. Finish reading a book that is over 200 pages in a couple of days
  41. Get drenched in rain
  42. Sleep under stars
  43. Own a charm key chain
  44. Help someone else’s big wish come true
  45. Sleep until noon
  46. Watch every single episode of F.R.I.E.N.D.S  from start to finish
  47. Have a movie marathon
  48. Send a message in a bottle
  49. Window shop at every store in a Mall
  50. List 100 things that make me happy
  51. Make someone smile
  52. Laugh until it hurts
  53. Read the Bible from cover to cover
  54. Write a letter to Santa Claus
  55. Quit a bad habit
  56. Write in a journal daily for a year
  57. Turn off Internet at home for seven days
  58. Write a letter to myself to open it in 10 years
  59. Watch every movie on the imdb top 250 list
  60. Read ‘The Hobbit’
  61. Read ‘The Lord of the rings’ Trilogy
  62. Learn the basics of Photoshop
  63. Write a poem
  64. Take up an online writing course
  65. Learn how to brew tea perfectly
  66. Own a collection of 50 Ilaiyaraaja music albums
  67. Listen to an audio-book
  68. Update my Resume
  69. Buy a laptop from my hard-earned money
  70. Buy a coffee mug
  71. Take up a 30 day challenge
  72. Memorize a poem
  73. Celebrate my ‘half’ birthday
  74. Play Frisbee
  75. Push all the buttons in an elevator
  76. Go to the cinemas to see a horror movie and scream during moments that aren’t scary
  77. See 10 classic movies
  78. Beat a video game
  79. Find how many tequila shots it takes for me get really drunk
  80. Write a letter in another language
  81. Go to a concert
  82. See three movies at a cinema in a day
  83. Spend an entire day watching the extended version of all the three Lord of the Rings movies back-to-back-to-back
  84. Leave an inspirational note or a letter in someone’s book for them to find
  85. Make an infant laugh or smile
  86. Listen to an elderly person talk
  87. Sing a song over the phone
  88. Say yes to everything for a day
  89. Drink Vodka again
  90. Eat cotton candy
  91. Buy something of amazon.com
  92. Lie in bed all day
  93. List my top 100 favorite quotes from movies
  94. Write a haiku
  95. See first day, first show of a Kamal Haasan movie
  96. Read all posts of any 10 blogs I follow from the beginning
  97. Learn to cook
  98. Copy poems I like into my journal
  99. Try meditation
  100. Start a book of quotes that mean something to me
  101. Watch ‘The Bucket list’

The count down has begun! 1001 days to go. 🙂

NEW YEAR’S HANGOVER

Its the last day of the year.  And I have office today.  I am all dressed up and ready to go. But, there is this dilemma whether to go to work or to call in sick and stay at home watching movies. Heart wants to stay at home but, mind won’t listen. I run into my friend seeking advice. He advises me to listen to the heart and tell my mind to shut the fuck up. I kick off my shoes. The shoes fly to different corners of the room. Heart wins. It feels so liberating.  I don’t even call in sick to work. To hell with work.  To hell with office. 

I hangout with my friend in the virtual world for quite sometime. We talk until we run out of things to talk about. And I slip off for a blissful nap.

I wake up from my nap really confused. What time is it? Hell, Did I miss the new year? No I didn’t. Its still 31st December 2013. Its only six in evening.

We’re just a few hours away from the new year! The countdown for the new year has begun already. The world is getting ready to welcome the new year. While I am all alone staring at the ceiling with a blank mind. After wandering around in  a wonderland for long enough I pause and reflect on the  year that has gone by.

In every way, 2013 has been the most eventful year of my entire life. Its been a good year for me. I’ve learnt more this year than I ever have in my whole life.

2013 HIGHLIGHTS

MY FIRST MOTOR CYCLE – ‘THE BLACK STALLION’

One of the major things that happened this year, was the fact that I got my first ever motor cycle. It was a Honda Unicorn, my dream. I call him ‘Black Stallion’. Cool isn’t it?

My experiences with riding the bike were not all that good though. I didn’t fully know how to ride a geared bike. I met with accidents every now and then.  I’d let my engine get switched off at the wrong places. Picture this – The traffic lights have turned green and I am struck. I am unable to figure out how to start the engine. Vehicles behind me honking incessantly making me more nervous. How embarrassing ?

Not only that I laid my bike twice at the parking lot.  Once it created a huge dent to the petrol tank.

But then how many people learn to ride a bike without getting hurt? Not many right? May be I met with more number of accidents than others normally did.  Quiet understandable given the fact that I am a klutz.

I learned to ride eventually. I can now handle my bike reasonably well. And I think it was worth the embarrassment, accidents and the dents and scratches my bike incurred.

LIVING ALONE AND STAYING AWAY FROM FAMILY

If learning to ride a geared bike was a big challenge to me. This was nothing less.  I’ve stayed away from my family in the past.  It was nothing new to me. But, back then I had my best friends as my room-mates. But this time, I had to stay all alone. It made a world of difference. This was the first time I was completely on my own. Living alone had its perks. It meant unlimited freedom and privacy. There were no nagging obligations to cleanliness, to schedule etc. I could be my real self – Insane, Irresponsible and Lazy…

Having said that there have also been days where I’ve spent feeling lonely and isolated, days where I’ve longed to talk to someone (for some reason facebook and other social networking sites didn’t seem to help), days where I’ve been desperate to get drunk, days where I’ve cried myself to sleep, days where I’ve missed my family like crazy… I could go on. But the point is even for a person like me who prefers to spend most of the time alone, rather than with friends, living alone sometimes sucked. Perhaps its human to long for companionship. Perhaps its wired into our systems.

BIRTHDAY GIFT – A SMART PHONE

Received a smart phone as a gift for this Birthday from Mom and Sister. I love my smart phone.

PART TIME TEACHING JOB

I took up a part time job as a Hindi teacher this year. I am not that well versed in  Hindi, just good enough to be teaching ABCs of the language. I teach Hindi to students of Class VI to IX. I work on alternate days – Monday, Wednesday and Friday and  I have classes only during the forenoon. I head back for my day job after that. I was ridiculously lucky that everything fell in place for me to take up this job. Initially I found the whole teaching experience to be immensely satisfying.

But I’ve been contemplating of quitting my part time job lately. Its not that I don’t want to teach anymore. I really love teaching! I still do. Its just that I am finding teaching exhausting these days. It bogs me down. I have to take classes continuously. (4 hours on the trot). I get a break in between. It’s just a 10 minute break and I can hardly have a cup of tea during the break. After the classes I have to rush to my office. I leave for work at 8:30 a.m. in the morning and return back somewhere around mid-night. I often skip my breakfast because I have to rush to school. Of course its only on alternate days but still it takes a toll on me. After taking up the job I’ve realized that I’ve messed up sleep schedule and eating habits.  Most of all I don’t find time for myself.  It looks too overwhelming for me. But, I still do not know if I am taking the right decision. I am confused. Terribly confused.

MET MY FRIEND SUBH TWICE THIS YEAR 

I find I’m so excited I can barely sit still or hold a thought in my head. I think it is the excitement only a free man can feel, a free man at the start of a long journey whose conclusion is uncertain. I hope I can make it across the border. I hope to see my friend, and shake his hand. I hope the Pacific is as blue as it has been in my dreams. I hope.

Ellis Boyd ‘Red’ Redding, Shawshank Redemption

This was exactly how I felt before my trip to Hyderabad. I was so excited to meet Subh for the  first time in real life.

He was the first to see and recognize me. It didn’t take long for me to recognize him either. He was exactly how I had pictured him. A firm handshake and gentle hug. I pinched myself. No, this was not a dream.

Subh is such a keen listener. I talked to him about my college, family, job, friends etc. He listened to all of it.  Sometimes that is all you need. Somebody to listen to you.

At 3:00 a.m. in the morning I ask him if he is feeling sleepy. To which he replies we’ll talk.  He listens to everything with such great patience. And we went on till 5:00 a.m.

I realized that I’d found a gem of a friend in Subh.

The second time we planned for such a trip it got bigger and better. It was to Guwahati, his hometown.

I took a 10 day long leave, packed my bags and left to Hyderabad. From Hyderabad me and Subh travelled together to Guwahati. It was awesome.

Maa (Subh’s Mom) and Baba (Subh’s Father) made me feel completely at home. Despite the cultural and language differences  they accepted me wholeheartedly.

And I met Mitali, Subh’s girlfriend. She happens to be one of sweetest girls I’ve ever met. Somehow, I feel like she’s become more of a little sister in my life.

I missed all of them so badly that I was absolutely distraught when I left Guwahati.

Five days… I keep asking myself even now – Was it only for I five days I stayed there? Why did five days feel like it was a lifetime?

Thank you Subh for all the memories. I’ll treasure them for my lifetime.

We’ve planned yet another trip. This time it will be Subh coming to Coimbatore and to Madurai…  I just can’t wait.

I am counting days… 🙂

BEFRIENDING INCREDIBLE PEOPLE THROUGH THIS BLOG

I’ve befriended so many incredible people this year through this blog. They’ve all made my life better by appreciating me, encouraging me and inspiring me to be a better writer than what I am really.

This blog means a lot to me. This is a place where I share my vulnerabilities, a place where I am honest,  a place where I don’t fear being laughed at and most importantly this is a place where I feel I belong. Thanks for accepting me the way I am. Thanks for being a part of my blogging journey.

I have confession to make. I feel bad that I haven’t been reading your blogs as much as I’d like to. Life lately has been crazy. But, I am sure I’ll get back to your blog. You’ll soon see my smiling face often popping up in your blog.  🙂

P.S. – Wondering why the post is titled ‘NEW YEAR’S HANG OVER’. I’ll tell you why – I actually intended to post this one on New year’s eve. But, I had a terrible terrible hangover for this new year that I couldn’t post it. Thus, the title.

Seems illogical. But, Never mind.

THE DAY I CRIED LIKE A KID WHO DIDN’T WANT TO GO TO BOARDING SCHOOL

All my bags were packed. I was ready to leave.

“Chaai piyogey? “ (Will you like to have some tea?) Maa asked.

“Haan Maa” (Yes Maa) I replied nodding my head.

She served us tea. We took a few snaps.

It was my time to say Good-bye to Guwahati, the city I had fallen in love with. I took blessings from Maa and Baba.

Maa blessed me and said. “Phir se aana” (Come back again).

“Agli baar Family ko bhi saath laana” (Bring your family along with you the next time) Baba added.

I was on the brink of tears.  With a heavy heart I said good-bye to them. Subh waited for me outside with a Rickshaw. It was a long ride to the Railway station. At least it felt like it. We arrived at the station entrance. The electronic display board flashed my booking status – PRAVEEN P S6 71. I avoided any eye contact with Subh. I didn’t want him to know that I was leaving the place teary eyed. I prayed God to give me strength to hold my tears just a little longer, just until he sees me off. But it was not to be. I broke down in tears while we waited for the train to arrive at the platform. Subh tried everything he could to cheer me up.

“This is only the beginning. We’ll be visiting each others place every now and then. My visit to Madurai is due. I’ll come soon. And whenever you get a chance pack your bags and come to Guwahati again.” He said

That didn’t stop my tears.

“Shall we miss the train so that you can stay here for couple more days?” He asked

”How can we? We’ve come to the station an hour early.” I replied sobbing

“Shall I call Mitali? Would you like to talk to her if that could make you feel any better?”

“No, don’t.  I’ll cry more if I talk to her.”

I rummaged through my bag looking for a hand kerchief.

“Shall I give you mine?” He asked

“No, I have one.”

But, Subh wasn’t going to give up. One way or another, he was going to make me cheer.

At last he did. I had to smile when he mimicked Nana Patekar.

The train arrived.  I got onto the train. Subh helped me with the bags. I found my berth, put one of my bags on the upper berth and then I got down. I wanted to talk to him for one last time. I wanted to tell him that I’ll be coming to Guwahati once again. I wanted to tell him to take care of Mitali. I wanted to tell him that I was completely overwhelmed by the outpouring of love and affection by Maa and Baba towards me. I wanted to thank him from the bottom of my heart for making this trip such a memorable one. But the words just didn’t come out as I was choking back my tears.

The guard signaled the green flag by waving it. I got back onto the train. He asked me to be brave and strong as he bid good-bye.  I wished I was. The train moved agonizingly slowly away. His face slowly grew smaller and smaller and, eventually, disappeared in the crowd. I looked on with teardrops.

I went back to my berth with an emptiness of the heart.  I stared at the distant landscape. It triggered those nostalgic memories.  Rickshaw rides, home that was full of warmth, love, and good food, Guitar, Music, the walk by the riverside, movie, shopping, Coffee and so on.

What had I done to Subh that his parents treated me like their son? I was just a blogger friend who had come to visit his place.

Mitali whom I barely knew before coming to Guwahati became my sister. Such a thing had never happened to me before. How did such a strong brother-sister bond  develop in such a short span of time?

Five days? Was it only for five days I stayed in Guwahati? I was finding it hard to believe. It surely felt like it was a lifetime. It felt surreal.

Thank you Subh. You are amazing. I’m glad our paths crossed!

Subh and Mitali, they look so good together. Don't they?

Subh and Mitali, they look so good together. Don’t they?

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That’s me… Feeling on top of the world.

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One of the distant landscapes that triggered nostalgic memories during the train journey.

IF THEY EVER…

If they ever tell my story, let them say… I grew up watching giants play cricket. Men rise and fall like the winter wheat… but these names will never die. Let them say I lived in the time of Sachin Tendulkar, tamer of bowling attacks all around the world. Let them say… I lived in the time of Rahul Dravid.

#Massive Respect for the two cricketing legends.

COOKING UP A POT OF LIES

Me: Hello Vasu.

My Boss (Vasu): Come on in, Allwin. Have a seat.

M: Vasu, I’ve mailed you the reports for this week.

MB: Okay, let’s have a quick review then.

Post- review

MB: The reports are okay, Allwin. Is there anything else?

M: Yes, I am planning to take a leave for 10 days in December. One of my school friends is getting married.  He was and still is one of my closest friends. I can’t miss his wedding. So if you could please grant me leave for 10 days starting from 1st Dec to 10th Dec

MB: TENNN days! Don’t you think it’s too many days of leave for me to approve. And that too for attending a School friend’s wedding.

M:  Vasu, the wedding is in Guwahati. And I’ll be travelling in a train. Travel alone would eat up 4 days. Also, along with the wedding we are having a Class reunion of sorts.

Class Reunion, Bachelor Party, Wedding…. You know how things can get there.

MB: I can’t believe that you are travelling all the way from Coimbatore to Guwahati just to attend a School friend’s wedding and a reunion.

M: All my friends will be turning up to the wedding, Vasu. They too are travelling from different places. Delhi, Bombay, Bangalore, Hyderabad etc. And you won’t believe it. One of them has booked his flight tickets from Denver. So it’s really really important for me to attend this wedding and reunion. I just can’t miss it.

MB: You must be a crazy bunch of friends.

M: Yes, that we are.

MB: By the way Guwhati is in Assam right.

M: Yup!

MB: How far is Guwahati from here?

M: I am not very sure.

He immediately looks at Google maps to find it out.

MB: 3102 kms it is. (Throw in a surprised smiley here). Andhra Pradesh, Odisha, West Bengal, Sikkim and then comes Assam. You’ll be travelling across 5 different states. It should be one heck of a journey in train.

M:  Yes it is.

MB: Are any of your friends accompanying you?

M: Yes, they are. A couple of them. But, not from here. They’ll join me in Hyderabad.

MB: So you’ll be first boarding a train to Hyderabad from here. And from there it’s a train to Guwahati.  Am I right ?

M: Yes, you are

MB: Sounds like a great plan. Travelling with old pals should be fun.

By the way, what’s the groom’s name?

M: It’s Subhabrata Dasgupta.

MB: I didn’t get you. Can you come again please?

M: It’s S-U-B-H-A-B-R-A-T-A D-A-S-G-U-P-T-A. (I spell it out) He is a Bengali, Vasu.

We call him Subh in short.

MB: Fine. When is the wedding?

M: It’s on 7th of December, Vasu.

MB: I guess you’ll be boarding the train back to Coimbatore the very next day.

M: That’s right.

MB: I’ll tell you what, I’ll approve your leave. Have a safe and happy journey. And wish your Bengali friend a happy married life.

M: Thanks a lot Vasu.

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P.S. – For the sake of reader’s information. It’s true that I’ll be travelling to Guwahati in December. But, I won’t be attending a School friend’s wedding or  a class reunion. Subh actually is my blogger friend. (It is also true that he is one of my closest friends). And I am visiting his place. The rest of it is all lies! Cooked up.

P.P.S – And he is not getting married in December. At least, not so soon. 😛

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