sharaab

The day i become famous enough that writing a autobiography becomes a profitable venture, among others i would mention Jawahar Hostel, Cheppu/ Cheppandy, hyderabad and last but not the least beautiful girls। There was a scene in the movie, MAIN HOON NA, wherein songs started playing as soon as Shahrukh use to see Sushmita, same thing happened to me today।

Ek ladki ko dekha to aisa laga, jaisa khilta gulaab, jaise shayar ka khab, jaise ujli kiran, jaise van mein hiran, jaise mandir mein ho koi jalta diyaaaaaaaaaaaaaa....ho ooooo

I had seen this girl in the cafeteria with a guy and i was so mesmerised that i took my sandwich and sat at a place where i could comfortably look at her and praise the Almighty for this lovely creation, a MASTER STROKE। After that day, i saw her again in the lift and today, after nearly २ months she was here, २ cubicle far from me। Came to meet someone, pink top and blue jeans, she was like an angel, who had come to brighten my day, to prove that love at first sight did exist in our own world, that Ranjha was not a buffoon and that Romeo was done away because of a reason। Bells started ringing in my head, my system seemed like a devil who was pulling me away from her,betraying me for my fellow cubiclemate, as if yelling that i won't let you be her's. And she, soft as wool, clear as the shining glass, her lips like the petals of rose, eyes - dark and big, as if a pearl shining in the sand, the aura around her ready to suck my energy as if comforting me, i am your ONLY desire, after me, you see none, feel none, need none.

Sometimes i think of destiny, why did this alarm ring only when she was about to be mine !!