When V Met - 5

ALL CHARACTERS ARE IMAGINARY

Part 1

Jeet completes his studies and returns back to his home in Mumbai after 2 years.It was an emotional moment for all his friends as they lived together as an inseparable gang for the 5 years.Ishita and Piyu drenched in tears as they saw they friend leaving for home.He gets a glance of some one in the train who mesmerizes him.
Excerpt: ""Jeet!! Listen we are meeting up on 23rd May at Piyali 's place ," Ishita screamed as she bid me the final adieu."
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Part 2
Jeet meets a beautiful girl in train .She was Saya who was going to Mumbai for some work.This part deals with the introductory session of the two protagonist.They get to know more about each other.
Excerpt: "Oh!you are the mountain dew wala Jeet... that Darr ke aage Jeet guy," She cracked a joke.

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Part 3
Jeet gets to know more about Saya's nature.He gets to know the innocent caring girl within her.In this context they both meet a wounded boy at the railway station.Saya gives him some money and clears of the wound.At the end of the journey Jeet confesses his love for her.Wait for the girls reply in part4
Excerpt: "I loved the way you treat people,I loved your generosity ,your humbleness, your attitude,your love for writings, your smile and moreover you," I added.
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Part 4
Jeet gets low and depressed as Saya fails to understand him and leaves him without any reply.To get a change he goes to his best friend Kanika's house.The entire junior college gang of Kanika,Jeet,Parmeet,Anurag and Neeraj unite again.Jeet tells them everything about Saya.They party at a pub and leave for the quest next morning.
Excerpt:" Pussy Cay,Pussy Cat," I heard some noise early morning.It was Kanika's clock singing the rhyme.It was 6 20am .
"What a jerk?," I reacted after listening to Kanika's alarm clock and I turned it and I slept again
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WHEN V MET 5

What a jerk?," I reacted after listening to Kanika's alarm clock and I turned it off and I slept again.

Kanika always had this habit of getting up early since our school days. I could never imagine a life without my gang.But I badly miss my other friends.I still remember Ishita and Piyu waving me good bye.Sandy,my crime partner and Nishu,my darling.Each one of them have a special place in my heart.But I would like to mention my junior college friends.Parmeet,Anurag,Neeraj,Ananya and Kanika.I love each one of them. Thinking about this would definitely make me feel nostalgic.Kanika was the only studious person in our gang.Infact she used to teach us during our exam days.

"Hey Guys! get up ,we have an important mission remember!,"Kanika woke up everyone.
"Yo bitch! Why so early?" Anurag got vexed.
"dude, don't you remember the promise that we made to Jeet," Kanika smiled.
"Yes,we should find Jeets babe ," Anurag said and kicked down Parmeet and Neeraj from the bed.

"Tussi, you suck!," Parmeet said and arranged the bed.
It was 9 am and we all were ready to leave Kanika's place. I was skeptical about this approach of ours.
"Dude,do you have Saya's photograph,"Anurag curiously asked me.
"No ,I don't," I said with a sad face.
"Fuck you!Jeet you're a loser," he screamed at me.

"Chill guys,"Kanika said.
"Between are we supposed to meet Ananya today,"She asked us.
"May be we should!," I replied.
"Oye! Jeet at least tell us how she looks ," Parmeet asked me to describe Saya.

Saya was an angel.I may have met her few days back,but she impressed me.She had long hair which reflected bright shades of ebony.Her beautiful magical eyes and her alluring skinmesmerized me.Her eyes, framed by long lashes, were bright ,as dark as ink and seemed to brighten the world.Had she smiled, the world would have smiled with her. Had she laughed, the world would laugh with her. And had she wept, the whole world would want to comfort and soothe her.She was a beautiful girl who exhibited the quality of being a true Indian.She was devoid of western culture and seemed to be from a well cultured family.I told my friends everything about her.

"Wahh! kya baat hai bhai!," Parmeet grinned.
"That's great dude,do you have her contact details or anything," Anurag asked me.
'No dude,if I had her contact details then we wouldn't be here," I replied.
"Did she say anything about her place," Kanika asked me.
"Yes she said that she was going to live with her Aunty in Bandra," I replied.
"Achha hua,lets go guys!," Kanika said and we 5 left for Bandra.

We started searching for Saya in Bandstand. The blue sea was calm and smiling under the bright sky. Young beautiful couples were walking along the road.The sea waves would reach the road as we walked along the path.It was 3 pm and finally we gave up.
"Dude!, enough is enough!," Anurag said to me.

My eyes soon grabbed the attention of a tall girl who was walking towards the shopping mall with a carry bag.
I pointed my finger towards her and ran behind her.
"Jeet Wait.,"my friends followed me.
Any how I reached her.As I could only see her back so touched her to see her face.
She slapped me and went away.

"Sorry!," I said.I could see my friends and many people looking at me.
I could see girls giving me threatening looks.

"Yaar ,this is the limit,lets go," Kanika said to me.
"Fuck you Jeet,tu abhi bhi aisa hi hai," Anurag and Parmeet winked at me.

"Jeet,I guess you should go home,"Neeraj said.
My house was located in Bandra.We all left for my home.

"Jeet,Maa must be missing you ," Kanika said.
"Yes she would," I smiled back at her.

We reached home at 5 pm.
"Ding Dong," we rang the bell.

My mother opened the door.She was excited and her happiness had no bounds after she saw me.
"Maa tumi kamon acho?(Mom,how are you?)", I hugged my mom. I was meeting my mother after 2 long years.She was the only person in my life who struggled and worked for me. Paa died when I was very young.Mom could not afford me everything I wanted.She tried her best to make me happy at every stage of my life.She sacrificed everything for me.

"Ami bhalo achi,tui kamon achis beta(I am good, how are you beta)," Momma said. I could feel the tear coming out of her eyes.
We all got it.

"Ashirbaad din aunty(bless me aunty)," Kanika sought my mom's blessing.

"Tui kamon achis Kanika beti?(How are you Kanika?)" Mom said to her.

"Aona Ondar(come in)," Mom asked my friends to get in.

"Maa...tumi kintu mota hoye gecho(Mom,you've put on weight)," I said to my mother.

She smiled back at me.
"Beta...tor jonno ami khub gorbhito....ami khub khushi ki tui bari eshe gechis(Son,i am really proud of you.I am happy that you are back)," Her eyes shed tears and she couldn't stop crying.
"Maa...tumi dukkho peyo naa....ami eshe gechi naa...ar ami tomar shate shob shomay thakbo.(Mom,please don't be sad.I am back and I will be with you forever)," I replied back and wiped the tears from her eyes.

"hansho maa(Smile Mom)," I said and I went to refresh myself.
It was not a great day for me,but after seeing momma after 2 years I really felt happy.
My friends left my home at around 7 pm.
During childhood I used to sleep on Momma's lap and she would narrate me wonderful stories.
I slept on my mothers lap as she caressed my hair and told me about different things that happened in this 2 years.

"Mom tell me some good story like you used to say when I was young," I said to my mom.
"Hmm!I will tell you the story about two people,"She said,

"Whats so special about these two people Maa?," I curiously asked my mom.

"These two were made for each other," she said. I found it to be interesting.

"25 years ago ..," she said.

(To be continued...)
PS: posting this part after a long time..Please read the previous 4 parts

When V Met! - 3..

**All characters are imaginary
Continued from When V Met -2


"Hey! What happened Saya?," my eyes nictated.
"How was the 3rd priest murdered?You know?," She was curious to know the mystery.It seems her friend Hansika gave her the book with few pages torn.

"No Sorry,I'm not a novel guy ," I said
"Jeet,did I disturb you?," She smiled.
"Not at all," I rubbed my eyes once again.
She thought for a while and spoke something strange about a stranger and trust me it was really something interesting.
'I suggest you read Kajal Singh 's blog ," she said to me.
It made me wonder why she said this,although I told her that I was not interested in writing.
"She writes well and the way she presents her life through her articles are amazing ,she is the pink orchid you see," she added.
I asked her if Kajal Singh was a writer .Later on she told me that she was a management student and a prolific writer who was allset to publish her book.She logged into her laptop and opened Kajal Singh's blog. I was asked to read few articles of her. I was simply amazed at the way she expressed her thoughts and frown.But ,the last few post of hers were amazing ,a happy article and I admit that she is a gem of a writer.

"Isn't she amazing?"she asked me.
"Oh yeah! but these blog stuffs bore me," I replied.
"I am her fan and I want to meet her in person," she said.
"Yeah ,then say my hi to her whenever you meet her ," I said.

The train halted at Indore .An announcement was made that the train will remain stationary at Indore Junction for around 20 min .We both got down and hunted for fruit stalls.
"Bhaiiyaa, grapes kitne mein denge," she purchased a kg of grapes.
'Ahh! let it be I will pay," I handed over the 50 Rs note to the shopkeeper.

I asked her to go inside the train and I went to buy few bisleri bottles.
The train unexpectedly started moving 10 minutes early. It almost left. Saya scanned through the entire S3 compartment in search of me.She got upset and worried for once.I was watching her from the neighbours seat.She got up to pull the emergency chain.
"Hey! Stop re!," I asked her to stop her act of pulling the chain.
"Glad that you are here ," she asserted .
"You missed me,is it?," I asked her casually.
"Umm! could say,"she winked.
We got into a casual conversation for a while.
"What is Life?,"I asked her.
"Life is a mixture of good and bad experiences life all abt experiencing, living and moving forward with them, you see,"She smiled.
"What happens when you go through the rough patches of life?," I asked her
" You learn through life ,they are the tests needed to move forward..they r the best teachers and what else you could do," she added
I was impressed with her replies and it was then I realized that it was a side effect of reading Kajal Singh's blog.During this chat,we forgot the time and later on we realized that we spoke for more than 3 hours and the train reached Vadodra at 4 pm . We were told that due to a technical problem the train will halt at Vadodra for around 1 hour.
We both got down and scanned the entire station in search of some good food items.Her eyes soon spotted a yellow colored dish.

"What is this ,Kaka ?,"she asked the person in charge of the shop.
"Dhokla hai !! ," he replied.
We ate the delicious dhokla's and loved it.
"Umm !! Guju dishes are simply awesome.," she said.
"May be ,but it can 't be compared to Gulab Jamuns and Rasgullas," I smiled.
We walked along the railway station for another 15 minutes till she got a glance of a 8 yr old boy who was seriously injured with and left with blood stains all around his body.
She rushed towards him and I followed her.She took her duppatta and wiped all the blood marks from his body.She got him something to eat and she took her purse and handed over the 100 Rs note to him.
"Shukriya Didi( Thanks sister) ," the boy smiled.


I stared at her and was amazed . Why on earth would someone give 100 bucks to a stranger? .I asked her this question and in reply she asked me to look at the little boys face.

"This is the smile that I want from this chottu," she smiled.I kept looking at her and was proud of this benevolent .We both soon left for the train which started in 5 minutes.
She once again logged into her laptop and was going through few technical sites and I was busy peeping outside the window.
Finally the train reached CST Station at 9 pm.
"Saya,our Journey has come to an end,so can I ask you something?,"I said with a smile.
"Go,on Jeet, " she said.
"What is Love?," I asked her .
"Love is something which can never be defined in words,its a feeling its a emotion which is beyond expression," She said.
I was once again impressed with the answer . We got down and checked if we had all our belongings.
"I think I fell for you,I love you Saya ," I said to her with a smile.
"I loved the way you treat people,I loved your generosity ,your humbleness, your attitude,your love for writings, your smile and moreover you," I added.

"Well,Jeet," she said with a straightface.

( To be continued ..)

When V Met! - 2..

**All characters are imaginary.
Continued from When V Met -1



“Achha take a sip”, a girl of around 22 handed over a Bisleri bottle to me. I soon grabbed the bottle from her hand and drank the water hastily.I even failed to take a note of people around me.I feared that they were having a good time with all my funny gestures and actions.
“Thanks ,” I said and I started peeping outside the window .I didn't look at her face . She was reading “Angels and Demons" by Dan Brown and I was busy looking outside the window.

My eyes soon grabbed the attention of her angelic eyes and I was looking at her for a while. She was busy reading the novel. Thanks to Dan Brown.My eyes looked at her without a blink.I stared at her for another 1 hour .But as she looked at me,I would once again look outside the window. Her seat number was 55 and she sat opposite to me.It was 1 am and I slept.Normaly we used to party around till 4 am and stay back at Tappu 's place. So sleeping at 1am was way too early for me. She was reclining on the lower berth opposite to me.She was alone and so was I.Her alluring cheeks and her seraphic smile attracted me.I had seen her for the first time, but she killed me with her looks and beauty.

When the sunshined early in the morning,I looked at her seat but she wasn’t there.My eyes scanned through the entire boggie to get a view of the girl,but it failed in the process. With a frown on my face,I ate the lemon rice that I brought from the Ratlam railway station.I was upset and I could not eat properly.15 Minutes later , she arrived at her seat numbered 55. With her arrival , my lost smile came back and my frown vanished. "Yays!!", I felt like jumping.I could see a supermodel hiding within her. She had long hairs and some how made me feel that she was a bong too.She was as tall as me. I just looked at her sandals,if the heels were the reason for her height. When she looked at me , I gave her a big grin like a shameless.I didn’t had the courage to utter a word.

“hii,” she said to me.
I looked aside to see if she was addressing some one else. I gave a deaf ear to her.
“Well, guess people say ‘hello’ when some one greets them,” and she smiled.
I once again looked aside as I coud not believe that she was talking to me. I pinched myself and yes it wasn't a dream.
"Saya,here," She said with a trademark smile on her face.
"Oh!! Saya,Oh ! Saya!," I started singing relatively with a loud voice .
"Stop!,Stop!," she whispered to me as everyone was looking at both of us.
"Why ? its such a beautiful song from Slumdog Millionaire,the best movie you see," I asserted
"Its embarassing,its my name and you are creating a turmoil," she said.
"Any way,Jeet here," I smiled and we both shook our hands.


"Oh!you are the mountain dew wala Jeet... that Darr ke aage Jeet guy," She cracked a joke.
"No.I'm Jeet Chatterjee," I said.
"Nice name.Where are you going?," She asked me.
"To my home,Saya," I replied back
"Woww!! what an answer?,"she winked
"I mean I completed my Medicine from AIMS and returning back to Mumbai,"I answered .
“Wow!! So I am talking to a doctor, and yes I have completed my Engineering in Electronics and will be joining TechMahindra in due course,” she said.
"Hymph! an Engineer and aDoctor here ," I winked at her.
“Are you from Mumbai?,” I eagerly asked her.
“No not exactly , I am from Kolkatta and I am going to live with my Mom's friend Vaishali in Bandra,” she said.
" So,you a bong?" I asked her.
"Yes , you too?"she was amazed as I spoke in bengali.
"I guess you are a passout; aren't you?," I interrogated her.
"Naa, I'm not," She replied
"I worked in Mastek for two years, the great recession you see and I got fired ," she smiled.
Now,I was curious to know her age.
"I thought you were 22,"I winked.
"Ahem! I'm 25 and my date of birth is 24th May ,1984" She gave a smile.
I was flabbergasted and surprised . We both shared the same birth date. I told her about this and she was happy too.

We remained silent for a while.I ate my lunch and slept for a while
It was 4pm and she was busy ready the novel.
"Oh! God!What the fuck is this?" She screamed at the top of her voice.I got up off a sudden wondering what happened to her.
I rubbed my eyes and wanted to know what went wrong.
"Hey Jeet!I want to ask you something," she said.

(To be continued...)

When V Met! - 1..

**All characters in this story are imaginary


I was going back to Mumbai from Delhi. My 6 years tryst with “AIIMS” just ended and I was allset to board the Mumbai Express. When I was born, my parents envisioned me as a doctor in future. Some how this happened after 24 years. Today I can proudly and officially call me as a doctor.
“Mumbai ke liye ravana honewali 6464 ki Mumbai Express platform kramank 5 par aa rahi hai”, The announcement was made and I left for the train.This was not my first train journey and each time my bond with the same is no different. But, this time I was feeling a bit nostalgic as I was about to meet Maa after 2 years. Life has completely changed for me. I remember my first day in my junior college in Mumbai where I was tormentted by my so called "seniors" who asked me to sing a song. I stuttered and was nervous, may be I considered it as a singing competition. That was a different scene altogether. A silent shy kid of 17 eventually transformed into a thug like person. I remember ragging Nisha when we were in 12th class. We made her swim on the floor. I guess that was the worst thing that we had ever done to any one in my life. During these years,I still feel my Maa's presence.
After Paa's death,I know how difficult it would be for Maa to raise me up and fullfill dads dream to see me as a doctor.Thanks to Paa 's Central goverment job.Life without a companion is like a rudderless boat.She sacrificed her entire life for me. Then I went on to clear my entrance exam and secured a seat in'AIIMS'.
Today I was leaving my gang forever.I am returning back to my nest. I don't know how my gang would react to this.Piyu almost drenched in tears.Ishi,Tappu,Ajay and Rahul exhibited the frown on their face. We 7 have created a unique bond in this span of 6 years.However ,I miss my roomies Andy and Sandy the most. Sandy always used to say"After our studies gets over, I will miss you like anything".That was my roomie Sandeep Walia, my alter ego who knew me for half a decade.

"Jeet!! Listen we are meeting up on 23rd May at Piyali 's place ," Ishita screamed as she bid me the final adieu.
"Bye!! Jeet!!," Piyu,Ishi, Ajay Rahul and Tappa screamed in Unison.
I’ve met many people in train journey through whom I see my best buddies .
When any one meets me for the first time wonders if something is wrong with me. "INSANE" is the word that best suits me.I love cracking insane jokes. I still remember the so called "insane " news that me and Sandy spread during our college days. "Ishita caught with Akshali in her bedroom," we scribbled this line on our anatomy classroom. Akshali was one of the enemies of Ishi.This news soon spread as a wildfire and every one in our class started addressing both of them as "Lesbians "."Jeet and Sandy !! I will kill both of you for this ," used to be her trademark dialogue everytime we misbehaved.
"Haha,Ishi your Akshali is waiting for you in your bedroom," I sniggered.

"Uff!!Jeet,just wait till I get a bengali bitch for you," She used to say everytime I cracked a joke on her.

"Kaka,yeh 57 seat number yahi hai naa" (Uncle!! is this seat number 57?) , I asked a stranger.
" Han ,yahi hai " he replied.
It was a 3 days journey to Mumbai.By the time , I arranged my bags on the shelf I realized that it was already 11 pm. I unpacked the gifts that Piyu ,my bestie presented me. It was a pen, a gold coated pen with a silver cap. From its appearance ,I realized that it was an expensive item."Umm!!," my eyes soon grabbed the attention of the Paratha 's that Ishita's mom gave me.I rolled it and ate it hastily just as we used to do in our college canteen.And of a sudden I started coughing and whooping.Every one looked at me.
“Achha take a sip”, a girl of around 22 handed over a Bisleri bottle to me..


(To be continued...)