It was most probably a sultry afternoon. I was still to decide if I was in the gasp of hangover or I was awake. Last night had brought a Tsunami of emotions and I felt like I should not think about it. But hangovers are just like the Capital Punishments given in India these days. You know you are to be hanged but you also know that the qaaynat will try to redeem you from it (at least the Indian president will try her best to prolong your agony...). So I thought it’s better to be indefinite when you know the definite has a long way to travel. In due course I kept on hiding myself inside me; unaware that in this heinous crime of callousness I would have missed this Zindagi Live...
Mean while Mr WhiteME said "Beta get up; you will miss your office" And I was like" seriously I should get up now" On the other hand Mr BlackMale Said "Why should you care?. Why should you get trapped in the shackles of this organized world? Get some sleep. Chill maaro” And after a grand tussle between Black and White there had to be a rainbow somewhere... (So) Suddenly I woke up ...I thought I had obeyed Mr WhiteMe but didn’t care to get to office so in a way I had shown my respect towards Mr BlackMale too...
I don’t know what happened to me but I logged on my facebook profile after I woke up
....And what else it could be... It had to be some shit.It was the message of the prophet I guess...It was the BhakSaala moment of enlightenment...Mr WhiteME was constantly pointing on the fact that Aap Bakchod Hain... But Mr BlackMale was a saviour he motivated me to search some sexy crap...And there it was! Scavenging around some zillion female profiles and drowning in the pool of million mutual friends I had finally found her... It was love in the air... I could feel it all around... There were status full of love and romantiques spattering on my wall..."When will you find your love?" and "Where will you find your love?" And all such kind of lovely requests were there in my notifications... And So with the tender love in my heart I inboxed her expressing my interest in her;.And how I was baffled in the awe of her beauty.... Mr WhiteME was very happy that amidst all the blackness I had landed on white (red is the colour actually) So with the help of Black and white my Eastman colour life had started again....But the real question was-if she would accept my friend request.... that if she would admire my profile (facebook prof).. that if she would like and comment on my statuses and share smilies in my chats....that if she would post on my wall (heart) ..Ohh I was so desperate..I could hear Mr BlackMale saying Aap frust hain in the backdrop... But why would I care...It felt like Mr Zuckerburg had painted facebook red for me and I had to oblige him... Complicating the cobwebs of social connections on facebook I could bring him laurels..And my love was taking care of every single thing required... With the eternity around me,I thought I would wait until she falls in the trap of my charismatic profile picture and accepts my friend request.. Oh my heart was pounding and beating at such a rate that I could not express it in my status... And suddenly I saw a blue signal in my Red facebook profile...There was a message in my inbox....And there were multiple questions arising in my mind just like the no of status messages after an Indian defeat..."Who could it be? Would it be her? What has she to say to me? Should I click it? With all the anxiety around I clicked it.... And there it was....
Mean while Mr WhiteME said "Beta get up; you will miss your office" And I was like" seriously I should get up now" On the other hand Mr BlackMale Said "Why should you care?. Why should you get trapped in the shackles of this organized world? Get some sleep. Chill maaro” And after a grand tussle between Black and White there had to be a rainbow somewhere... (So) Suddenly I woke up ...I thought I had obeyed Mr WhiteMe but didn’t care to get to office so in a way I had shown my respect towards Mr BlackMale too...
I don’t know what happened to me but I logged on my facebook profile after I woke up
....And what else it could be... It had to be some shit.It was the message of the prophet I guess...It was the BhakSaala moment of enlightenment...Mr WhiteME was constantly pointing on the fact that Aap Bakchod Hain... But Mr BlackMale was a saviour he motivated me to search some sexy crap...And there it was! Scavenging around some zillion female profiles and drowning in the pool of million mutual friends I had finally found her... It was love in the air... I could feel it all around... There were status full of love and romantiques spattering on my wall..."When will you find your love?" and "Where will you find your love?" And all such kind of lovely requests were there in my notifications... And So with the tender love in my heart I inboxed her expressing my interest in her;.And how I was baffled in the awe of her beauty.... Mr WhiteME was very happy that amidst all the blackness I had landed on white (red is the colour actually) So with the help of Black and white my Eastman colour life had started again....But the real question was-if she would accept my friend request.... that if she would admire my profile (facebook prof).. that if she would like and comment on my statuses and share smilies in my chats....that if she would post on my wall (heart) ..Ohh I was so desperate..I could hear Mr BlackMale saying Aap frust hain in the backdrop... But why would I care...It felt like Mr Zuckerburg had painted facebook red for me and I had to oblige him... Complicating the cobwebs of social connections on facebook I could bring him laurels..And my love was taking care of every single thing required... With the eternity around me,I thought I would wait until she falls in the trap of my charismatic profile picture and accepts my friend request.. Oh my heart was pounding and beating at such a rate that I could not express it in my status... And suddenly I saw a blue signal in my Red facebook profile...There was a message in my inbox....And there were multiple questions arising in my mind just like the no of status messages after an Indian defeat..."Who could it be? Would it be her? What has she to say to me? Should I click it? With all the anxiety around I clicked it.... And there it was....
Bhaiya aap woh saamne waali apartment me rehte hain naa... Pehle mereko laga ki koi aur hai....per fir jab dhyan se dekha toh samajh me aaya...Ye aapne hairstyle kabse change kar liya?...Prity kaisi hai..Aur auntyjee ka kya haal hai..?... Main aapse baad me baat karungi ..Abhi mujhe kahin nikalna hai...
And so she added me ... I was out of my world...The black and white all gone..Excitement was pouring out of me and I thought I should dive in her profile to get the feel(No Double meanings).. And then I was dumbstruck.... It was like someone had cheated me in love......The info status said in a relationship with M**K..... And who else....
And then I realized
And then I realized
“Everything felt in real life..
Whether it be Black or white..
Is something to keep on your side..
Not an imagery- its ZINDAGI-LIVE”
Whether it be Black or white..
Is something to keep on your side..
Not an imagery- its ZINDAGI-LIVE”
PS:A satirical note..First paragraph was felt and written and rest is imaginary...And to add इस लेख का किसी भी वास्तविक घटना से कोई संबंध नही है और अगर किसी भी घटना से परोक्ष या अपरोक्ष रूप मे कोई संबंध निकलता भी है तो आप समझदार हैं ...झेल लीजिए..
