Literature

Untitled thing!

Posted by on Feb 10, 2016 in Literature
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It’s been like a week. I am being asked this same question from a lot of people, especially friends and some random girl I met online. “K cha ta bro Valentine’s day ko plan? Aauna lagyo ta”. To which I reply with a simple smile and sentence like “k hunu jaad khane ho”, ‘k hunu halline basne ho”. Answer depends upon who I’m answering.

So, yeah, Valentine’s Day, about that: like every time I have no plans. I have no one. Every year is the same story and same thing and some day if I am lucky I might get chance to get drunk. That’s it.

And lately I’ve been getting this feeling that I should quit. I think that I will not, ever in my life find someone. That’s totally not me. It’s just that those thing are not in my life and that’s totally cool. I am not angry with god. That’s totally fine. I know a lot of people who are not blessed with this things. Dr. Abdul Kalam, Nikola tesla, Sushil Koirala from country, Oprah, Sir Isaac Newton and the list goes on and on.

Fuck I am trying to make this article atleast a page but words are not coming. Why the hell am I not feeling a thing? There is sad music playing on my headphones and as far as I remember I am drunk enough. Had it been before I would have already written a book probably till now. So why am I being this dick that I sweared I will never be.

 

Ok I cant exaggerate anymore.

The bottom line is :

 

Marriage is shit. Because I told so.

 

“Norwegian Wood, Beatles” Story Version..

Posted by on Jun 16, 2015 in Literature
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Back in 1995, I was in Sweden. I was working for a project that used to make small portable smart device which would later be known as smartphone. We were working for US Army. Believe me, it was one of the most expensive project of that time by US military. We had to work for six days and just a day off a week.

I never go out on weekend. All of my work mates used to  go out and hang out all night. I used to just sit on my home watching TV eating and other stuff.  So, the day were just passing by, nothing was special and there was no excitement in life at all. I work like that for about two years till 1997.

But, There was this day, about two month before the project was dead. I just had a feeling that I should go out and know about the people and place where i have been living for like two years. So I went out, it was good. Maybe because I was walking out after a long time. I felt so good that I walked the whole day and later ended up in a strange place. It seem nothing like Stockholm. I realized that I had come to place. It was so quite.There were only like two houses. There were only few people. Well there were no people at all. I looked around. I thought I was screwed for a time. Then I saw someone shouting and waving at me. It was a girl’s voice. She approached to me. I also went near her. She seemed very thankful to find me, so was I. She didn’t ask my name, no any greetings, nothing. She just asked me to help her and she insisted.

I went to help her just to see if i could get some help from her to return Stockholm. There was this big tree. She said “please cut this tree, I will be very thankful to you”. Yes, I know it was supposed to be help, but later I found out that I was the only one to work.

The day was about to end and I was tired as hell. There was no way I could return Stockholm that night. So I had to stay there, I didn’t wanted to but I had to. I told her I was tired so she took me to her room. It was nothing fancy. There was just a bed made out of cheap Norwegian wood and that’s it. No, not even a chair. I have never seen such a worse room in my entire life.

But yes i said her room was beautiful when she asked me. I didn’t want to be rude. After,she asked me to stay and sit wherever i liked and she went out. I couldn’t find a chair but there was this rug where i could sit. She came with a wine and gave it to me. I drank it she drank it and we became busy in talking. While our talking was going on I found she was extremely smart, she knows a lot of thing. So the talking went quite a long till 2 AM. It seems like she need to say a lot to someone and she found me as someone to say all the things she has been hiding inside her for don’t know how much of years.

After that she told me that she has work to do tomorrow and she has to go to sleep else she will get late. “don’t you work?” She asked me. I was to lazy to explain her about my work so I thought it would be easy to say no and said no. We both went to bed after that.

I fell asleep faster than i normally would. Next morning I woke up, I went to her to ask her for some tea. But she wasn’t there. I went out and searched but nope didn’t find her. There were no one around just another house a few walks away. I went to that house and found out that no one had lived in that room. It has been abandon for about 4 5 years and nobody in that house had any idea about that girl.

I was amazed. I  took out a cigarette and light it.

I don’t know if she was a ghost, a real person, a thief or just some random person trying to steal from me but couldn’t . That talk in the night made me fall for her. She was beautiful. I didn’t even ask her name. I am stupid.

Brown-Eyed Girl

Posted by on Jun 5, 2015 in Literature
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DAY1

I really needed some books for my preparation but I could not afford to buy one. So, I thought of going to library, not for borrowing the books but to steal. So I went over there. I took two books and looked around to check if someone have seen me. Nobody did. After I started to move slowly toward the door and out of it. Then something hit me from the back. I turn around and saw a blonde girl looking with her brown eye at me with her angry face. She caught my arms and took me to the librarian. I was heavily ashamed. I told that I had some kind of mental illness to forget things. It was a really bad day.

DAY2

Next day it was really hot and I was coming home from my job. Suddenly I got hit in my face. I fell down. After that I heard some voice saying ” hey! asshole pass the ball”. I was angry as well as amazed by that voice. I stood up to see who that was. She was the same brown-eyed girl from the previous day. I went near her and started to yell at her. I yelled her so hard that she started to cry. People around me started to look at me as if I had killed someone. One of them came and asked me why was I yelling. For some reason she started to cry more in a loud voice. More people gathered and judged me to be guilty. I was ashamed that day too because of the her. It was not my fault, believe me it was so hot and the girl was so rude in the first place, every one would loose their temper .

DAY3

Next day, like always I was going to my job. I saw this same girl with a tough big guy. Later I found that guy was her boyfriend. She was bit far but was approaching. I turned my head another side so that she wouldn’t recognize me but that didn’t worked. She saw me and said hello.. I didn’t want to be a asshole so I went near them. She apologized me and insisted me to get brunch with them. I was getting late for my office so I didn’t want to and told them for next time but she wouldn’t leave. She asked me my phone number so she can catch me later for brunch. We both shook on that and then I left.

DAY4

Next day she called she was all crying and screaming. She asked me if she could meet me. I had some work but being a nice guy I went to meet her in a coffee shop. Turns out that big tough guy left and kicked her out from his apartment. She was so broke that she didn’t had money to pay even for the coffee. I offered her to stay in my apartment for some day. She was happy about it. Later in the evening she came with her stuff to stay. We didn’t have any talk that day. I always had this problem talking with girls. So not a single talk happened that night. In the night she called me and asked her to be with her. Well I went near her and she started to touch me all over the body. We had sex that night, it was amazing.

DAY5

Next day, I went to my job just like every other day. I was really excited about the night. But when I came home there was nobody except this piece of paper. “He called and he was sorry for everything”. I looked at it and light a cigarette. “Oh! Well Whatever! I scored her last night anyway” was my exact word that time.