tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77757667367572983572023-11-16T07:26:14.669-08:00bElOVeDpLz dOwnT TeK eAt OdrWisevishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14197981604442983312noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775766736757298357.post-32835164887578801242015-08-27T08:35:00.002-07:002017-02-11T12:14:55.344-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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WhatsApp three to four days after visiting her place. I had received
positive response from them about the marriage proposal. In fact I was littler
surprised with that. Because feedbacks received about the meet from my parents were
not so good.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;">On morning of 19<sup>th</sup>
July 15, I got up at around 5:45. My father and mother, both had already reached
Mumbai, since our visit to see a girl was planned that day. Technically
speaking I should have given sufficient time to think on this event but I did
nothing; directly I wore shirt and jeans which as per my knowledge were<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>decent ones; with a bag on my back I reached Mulund
which was my Aunt’s place. As per planned time and place, we reached girls
place at Sanpada. The first impression about house I would say; it was better
than expected. We were introduced to the family and other relatives present
there. The discussions happened about family, jobs and especial one was, my
probable posting to Zambia. Even the girl was also looking very good in blue
saree and make up. Actually I was surprised when I saw the girl because there
was huge difference I felt in what I saw just now and pictures I saw on her FB
account. So by and large all went good. Actually these are among the
embarrassing things to face in a life; something that I would never like to do
again. Meet ended with conclusion of communicating final response within two
days.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;">Next day I got call
from home, and my mother started shouting on me about cloths I was wearing
yesterday; color was not ok, there were not washed properly and all. So what I
sensed out of that, the proposal is likely to be get rejected by them. Next day
also there was no communication from them. But it’s always something you don’t
guess because we had received yes from them next day. Rather I would say it was
not my credit at all; whole credits goes to the label which I was carrying i.e.
an employee of a TATA company. Even before also when my pictures were sent
without informing me, were not less than horrible. Immediately question which
got popped up in mind was: what next?? I had seen many of her pictures. I was
not ok with them and reality it was something else. My parent liked the girl
very much so they assumed my answer and said yes to them. Then I thought of
putting message to her on WhatsApp. I sent message to her on 23<sup>rd</sup> July 15. But
she didn’t reply which was bit of surprise to me. Because as per my understanding, Mumbai girls are not like this. Next day evening as per routine
I called my home. And I was told that she wants have one to one discussion with
me. In fact this should have been initiated from me. So same evening i.e. on 24<sup>th</sup>
I sent one more message; this time there was reply. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;">This is how messaging
started and we planned to meet on Tuesday since it was my weekly off. There
were only two things she used to do; working in home like cooking, etc. and
second was office. These two things would consume 23hrs of day. And rest one
hour was for travelling. And at both places taking my calls were prohibited. WhatsApp
was also available only at home. With whatever time available, sharing of each
other details, questions-answers happened. Basically this discussion started to
have face to face interaction with each other but many of the question answers
were already covered in phone calls and chatting. Actually here we are not to understand
each other; rather it’s about spending whole life with each other. Due to
different weekly offs, we were not able to fix the meet. Finally on 1<sup>st</sup>
Aug, the day came. It was Sunday and she was having off. I had planned a
meeting with EWAC L&T for some outage related work. So internally I
convinced my colleague to finish </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;">the discussion with vendor in 1<sup>st</sup>
half so I will be free in 2<sup>nd</sup> half of the day. Simultaneously I informed
the same to her and asked her come to Vashi at around 3 o clock. We reached
Taloje at vendors shop. I was with thought that I will be free by lunch time
but till 2’o clock, I could not move. I messaged her about delay. At 3’o clock
I got free, which I informed her and asked to come to kharghar so that we will have
more time to spend together. And when I reached kharghar with thought that she
would reach in while. But she was still getting ready at home. So I said lets
meet at Vashi. Then I reached Vashi <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>and still she had not left home. Actually I was
ok with her behavior because eventually she is a girl. She reached at around
4:30 and she had already made me wait for 20 mins. Meanwhile I messaged her for
not come in saree. She was wearing yellow dress (??). Since my previous
experience about my own dressing was terrible; with little research on the subject,
I concluded that I should wear shirt which has white color in it which creates good
formal impression. So I bought new one which I was wearing that day. As
expected there was normal hindrance intalk. She suggested to go to mini
sea face; actually I pretended that I am not aware of the place. We had good
discussion there. Fortunately everything remained formal; detailing about the
family and all.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;">On 5<sup>th</sup>
August her father went to see my native. He went to many places- my home, our
temple, my uncle’s place, etc. After whole discussion, I was given some
feedback which was on negative side. He tried to be bit dominant on discussion,
some illogical demands on gold etc. It could have been because of the
difference in lifestyle of both families or…. I don’t know. Most of the demands
were rejected by us. Still they agreed on it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;">Parallel to all this,
chatting and calls were going on in whatever little time was available to her;
I mean I was available for full time: p. Basically I was trying to understand
her nature. One thing was very clear that she was not Mumbai type girl; which I
could not properly analyze. One of the reason could be her mother’s health
because she spent a lot of time on taking care mother and family. Many time I
used to put some indirect line, normally there were only plain replies; either
she wasn’t understanding it or not interested in answering them. Day by day,
there was little attachment had definitely happened. When her father had
visited my native, I told her that things are not going on positive side. And there
I could sense her feelings. She was upset with it. One of the thing I would
never forget was her funny English (I know I am also ok ok language section).</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;">After multiple cycles
of discussion, things were very much on positive side. Our first visit to her
home, our meet at Vashi, her father’s visit to my native place; all went well
with few exceptions. My parents finalized marriage hall, date of marriage.
Ultimately one more visit was arranged for final pre marriage discussion.
Accordingly we asked few selected members to be present for discussion. In
between, through chats and phone call, this was being discussed. I sensed some
mismatch between opinions of two families about the meet. So I asked my father
to get in touch with them. Actually they wanted clarity on some issues which
they wanted to discuss with me. Finally meeting planned at Mulund on 23<sup>rd</sup>
August. Since actual agenda got diverted, some of the attendees were curtailed.
We were ready at 10:30 in morning as decided. Other party reached at around 11:45.
Their major concern was about my probable posting to Zambia. They got feedback
about Zambia that it is highly HIV infected country. And sending their girl at
such place was not comfortable for them. Further they asked for two more days for
final discussion and then said they would agree if I refuse to go to Zambia.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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place on that evening with mixed feelings. I sensed that it’s almost over now.
One thought was lingering in my mind that was about her. Few days back, she was
upset on this topic after her father visiting my home and now it was almost
finished. I sent message twice but there was no reply. I hope she was ok.</span></div>
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vishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14197981604442983312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775766736757298357.post-14147157039139967272013-05-27T07:07:00.002-07:002013-07-11T20:28:55.740-07:00lIfE gOeS oN<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<em><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">After around 10 years, she was with me; except once or twice I had seen her but not alone and; in my fantasies. When I was priority for her, we were not knowing meaning of priority, and today I am not her priority at all.</span></em></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><em><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">How beautiful a girl is!- has direct linkage with how many are attracted towards a girl. She was not among beautiful damsels, but still she always remained special for me. A girl, her beauty, attraction were not part of my thinking when I was in school. But somewhere in corner of my mind those things were always lingering for her. And surprisingly in her mind also.</span></em> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">6:43 PM- train is standing in front of me, If miss the train then I will miss my bus also; whereas If I miss these couple of minutes now; then most probably, I would meet her in marriage directly. By the time train started moving. Now my next train is at 7:39 PM after one hour. May be she also wanted to spend some more time with me. Actually there was no any special topic, I had to discuss with her, whole discussion was revolving around normal 'hi and hello chat'. </span></div>
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<em><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I remember, it was my SSC exam time. I had made up my mind, if not now then never, its my last exam paper means last chance. I have to confess it to her. I completed my exam, I was looking for her outside exam hall; unfortunately I could not find her anywhere.</span></em></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana";">At around 7:00 PM her phone rang. The special one was on other end waiting for her on Thane station which is around 45 mins from Ambernath Station. She had to move now. </span><span style="font-family: "verdana";">Though her 2nd priority had left train for her to spend some more time, and 1st priority is waiting her somewhere else.</span></div>
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<em><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">We went to different location for studies after SSC. Keeping communication with friends was not so easy those days since that was not era of mobile, facebook, SMS, etc. Hence there was no contact for many years and when I got her back during my final year of engineering, things were changed, priorities were shifted. New friends were attached to her including a special one also.</span></em></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana";">I got call after some time; voice was not clear, I could here some sorry and all but I could not talk much due to network problem. Fortunately now I am very much accustomed to such things.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Whats the normal story of everyone when he enters in city like mumbai hunting bread and butter. First thing is to search for home. Getting a job is more easier than getting a home in mumbai. Around 8 years back, I entered in this mumbai MAYANAGRI. Initially I took help of my relatives; but that decision made me run all over the mumbai in the hunt shelter. Unfortunately everyone turned out to be helpless. After completing hectic journey of four years, I landed in company where company accommodation was available very easily and that was life time as long as I am with the company.After enjoying these ready made homes, Time has come to look for own flat; to say-this property belongs to me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">In</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">itial thoughts started with small budget home. If not in mumbai then look what outside area says! I checked prices in area like mulund, thane. But it did not work. Then I asked a estate dealer lets walk 10- 20 km away more. But still prices were too high. I started walking on periphery of mumbai and my radius was increasing day by day.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I took decision to visit the places personally, so lets check area like navi mumbai-kharghar, Badlapur. when I checked on 99 acres, it was looking possible. I contacted one real estate agent in kharghar and planned to see him. When I went there, he convinced me that my budget of 20 lakhs is not good enough to own a flat on navi mumbai till panvel. He provided me options ike Taloja and nevade. With his one assistant I went there, almost all area was under construction. This area was very closed to proposed metro station but own by muslim people. I was not happy with location and we came back to his office where i saw that dealer was seating actually a real estate invester who was looking like left hand of Laaloo. I was introduced to him. He gave me offer saying i like your face so I can give you a flat in Ulwe at 3500 where the current rate is more that 4000. Then I decided to visit Location. I saw a small village was turning into a jungle of building. Newly coming sewri navha sea link and extension of harbour line in this area had made all these changes. When I looked at placed nothing was clear, there was not single proper road, all that I had to imagine only. Future was looking bright but it was minimum 10 years down the line. But still with thought of getting 1 BHK i turned back to home. when my was asked by my father -how to reach there, I could not answer properly.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Next week I decided to check Badlapur. First I checked Krishna height everything was perfect;early possession, proper connectivity 15 mins from station and within budget. Further to that I saw one more place called shashwat park.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">When I went back I was having three option ie Ulwe which is full of dust but tomorrow was bright; Taloje was good but yet to develop and locality was little issue and last one was a much safer one -badlapur. And final call went to Badlapur. Decision was approved by family, because of early possessions and low risk. I had seen a flat on third flour but unfortunately 5th flour flat was written in my destiny- shashwat park Y - wing 502.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">people say getting a flat in mumbai is dream for a maharashtrian. But I was not aware about boundary of mumbai which is increasing drastically today.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Its was very popular in earlier movies and serials; that people are entering in different world through a membrane like interface. ie harry potter enter the world of miracle through a wall,etc.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This is very much analogous with social networking site where we interact with unknown people without any real contact. The word social networking immediately diverts our attention to sites like facebook, twitter, etc. Facebook is very famous in young generation.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Someone opens the account; sends requests to girls. Few requests get accepted and many remain unanswered. Then first question is 'Hi'.Then if you are enough fortunate then reply appears;then soft soft flirting and so on. A boy sending request to girl, chatting with her, but there is one thing always missing ie a concrete trust. Ultimately whole relation depends upon a single mouse click; beyond that their existence for each other is zero.</span><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Any one person can understand only side of this interface whereas other end is always imagination. If there is delay in reply means is she chatting with someone else also? Such things are always remains there.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">But If a girls want to be a fake celebrity then facebook is good option. Just keep uploading photos and accept friend requests. With small chatting conversation can make you can facebook celebrity with more than 4000 friends in the list.</span></div>
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</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A sketch is posted on wall of my room. Whenever a new person happened to enter in my room, get to see this sketch. I got variety thoughts or opinions on this sketch from different people.</span></div>
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</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Thought no 2- It was replica of cartoon picture that my hands had tried to draw with help of a pencil and a blank paper. One more senior had visited my room and saw the picture. He observed carefully. Finally concluded that the hair style of boy in sketch matches with mine. Both of you are not maintaining your hairs properly. His hairs are as unstructured as yours.</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: justify;">
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</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Thought no 3- It was in line with first one. That they are involved in highest intensity of love. and for a time being, they have lost connectivity with rest of world.</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: justify;">
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</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Thought no 4- I was among the most junior ones at my workplace, I was in contact with seniors only. One more such friend saw sketch. He found waist of boy is very narrow. It is not matching with picture, it looks odd.</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: justify;">
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</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Thought no 5- My one more friend shaded the picture with love. But this time I asked him to observe the picture and tell me what is wrong in the picture. He said- its perfect picture. It reflects good sense of love. Both of them were away from each other and could not see each other for long. And now after long time they are together.</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: justify;">
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</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Now I can say that there are two types of opinion. People who are talking about love includes two girls and one boy with broken heart. whereas other two have not tested flavour of love, Or just going mechanically.Its just a thought; not any kind of conclusion.</span><div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">There was one more opinion I found ie. the artist of the sketch is ditched by a girl; and after that he has drawn it.</span></div>
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</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Now Lets see how did I draw this sketch.I had seen same sketch drawn by one of my colleague that I liked a lot. So I searched the same picture on net and drew it. After completing it, I was searching for right place to keep, Hence I decided to paste it on wall. There was no thought of love while drawing it. </span>vishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14197981604442983312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775766736757298357.post-86535596068001714582012-12-31T05:55:00.001-08:002013-01-01T10:46:36.368-08:00what a coincidence..!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Actually That day my parents were going back to kankavli from mumbai by private bus. So I had decided that travel along with them from bhandup to panvel and from panvel, I will come to khopoli. As per given time, we reached thaneshwar travels office at bhandup in time. But as usual bus was not in time. I asked about bus which was 9977 Jagdamba travels. After 10 mins we saw a bus approaching us which was titled as Jagdamba travels but number plate was showing 2577. I confirmed the bus number. we were looking at wrong bus then we had to wait for 15 more mins. And we entered in Jagdamba travels with bus no 9977. As per plan, I got down at Panvel, and picked up another bus for khopoli. whereas other member continued their journey for Kankavli.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">One beautiful looking girl was in love with a boy.The boy was very talented and carrier oriented. He used be very busy in his bussiness. He had no time for beautiful girl who was in love with him. He had not realise that there is something other than money and carrier where he need to look as well. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Due to some official work, he was on tour to Austrialia. One evening he was roaming on a seashore. He was knowing about the girl who was madly in love with him. May be the silent beauty of nature at that sea shore made him realise about her. This is time to spend with someone whose is waiting for him overseas. Without wasting time, he called the girl. And he confessed his feelings to her. She also got very excited the news; she was waiting it for long. Finally he asked what should I bring for you. Then girl asked; where are you.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">He said on a seashore. And what do you have in your pocket. He said a match box. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Next moment I observed a person with bag full of conches; standing in front of me. Actually He was selling those. But conches were of no use for me. Hero of the story I had just heard; had a reason to take sand in match box for special person as a gift. And I don't know why I felt like buying one conch. Offering a gift like this to someone was a stupid joke. I had reason to take it but there was no right acceptor for my gift.Since then,</span><span style="font-family: Verdana;"> conch is lying in cupboard.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">she.- hi... finally reply flashed in my chat window. It was sixth message in my chat window where first four attempts were failed. Now what is the next thing to ask. By the time my friend went offline. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Green dot is flashing against her name again. This time I need to have a strong punch. I typed "hey asima roy." reply flashed immediately "what?" And finally my friend has got a question for me. "why do you show too much attitude in replying, Your profile pic actress had shown similar behaviour in the movie vicky donner", I typed. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">And she went offline "see same again". Next moment she reacted back,"i know that. me asec ahe (I am like that only)" Madam has put a strong barrier on my path and I cant bat on it."what can I say then? but one should be grounded always" I replied very softly. " thanks for recognising me" she replied, I said "that's my pleasure." Thus chat continued with few more standard facebook chat questions. Finally I promised her that I am going to come back again. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Sitting idle in my room looking for something to kill time.Security guard opened gate and closed it again. Few mumbaikar were racing their vehicle to climb Khandala ghat within no time, inhaling breeze of fresh air. Some of them were enjoying hot tea at sonya's tapari.Our old friend were staring at crowd enjoying garam wadapav with puffs of cigarette at tapari. I was calmly observing everything from my window. There was nothing to time pass. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">"where are you madam","when do you come online" Few massages were pending in her chat window but there was no reply. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">I opened my account; a red coloured digit on chat icon was waiting to click it and within no time, i did it."me ethec ahe (i am here only)". "ohh,ëthec mhanje kuthe." But there was no green dot against her name. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">one more day, I was online and a message popped up on my window, "whenever I get time but only for ten minutes" But tracking someones ten minutes was not possible for me. And if at all, I could do that, How many things I could say.Then there was no communication for few days, meanwhile I messaged her 'happy friendship day", she replied after two day,'same to u'. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">After silence of few day, one evening I caught her. I started with,'namaskar'. 'namaskar bola', message appeared. 'after long time', i said, </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">'but only for ten minute' I was silenced with her answer but started to think; what can I ask her? My mind was thoughtless,so I wrote,'what is the golden question should I ask you?'; she got confused with my funny reply,'what question? its time to leave for home.' And 10 mins were finished, </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">-'te tumach rojachach natak ahe... : . ( that is your routine drama...:( ), I was upset. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">-'malavani mhatalyavr natak tar pahijec,nahi ka. (being malavani , I am good in dramabaji, isn't it', madam landed with rocking answer of the malavani manus. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">-'natak karuk tumka bara yeta', I wrote. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">-'bye' she said. 'bye but why', I replied. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">-'natkak jaucha ha (going to drama)', she said. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">-'you look very busy madam',I said. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">-'at least tell me where do you stay? what do you do?',I asked very impatiently. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">what is this answer? I got confussed. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">-'leave it,I don't have time to explain you otherwise I will miss my train', she said. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">I was thinking she stays near to my native home, "what should I leave?' </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">-'You and your questions. bye, tc good night',she was almost drained with my questions. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">-'At least tell me, when are you going to come online next time, madam.' </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">-'whenever I will get time but only for ten minutes. and I am not your teacher' she said. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">-'teacher , How come I am your teacher? I don't understand, why people are scared for sharing simple things also', asked asked. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">-'tu kahich samju nako(you do not understand anything), bye take care. I am going', she went offline. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">'Sorry I am here again. Kasha ahat apan?(how are you?)'.,after around two weeks. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">'bas aplya ashirwadane majet aahe.(with your blessing, I am also good)', I said. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">'Do you like burphy?, she asked. 'why not? but why?' </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">'mag barphy pahayala nakki ja. (then you must watch burphy', she requested.. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">-'but I don't have movie theatre here.' </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">-'somewhere 100 kms from you.I will try my best to watch it', I promised which she had never asked me for. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">-'Why are you always in hurry . Ok. But I will come back with burphy review.', I wrote. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">-'hmmm. accounts department. always busy. bye', and she went offline again. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">On the same day Burphy had released, and there was no show available at Lonavla. But I had one enthusiastic friend who was very much interested in watching same movie. And I should mention one important thing ie He had a car. Then we planned to watch movie at Pen. After finishing office, with one more friend, we left for movei. Somehow we managed to reach the theatre only 15 mins late. Movie show was already started. we jumped in the theatre without wasting time. We enjoyed the movei with soft soft punched of love. Meanwhile I had texted her that i am watching burphy. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">It was ganesh festival time, many of the maharashtrians were enjoying it. but I was enjoying my shift duty, because I had badly failed in getting approval for leave. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">'yeah, but did you watch it?', I asked her. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Ganesh festival was on full swing.I had asked some funny questions and I think she got little upset with that. It was forth or fifth day of ganesh chathurthy. She replied,'I did not force you watch movie. ok bye'. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">ohhh what is this? I replied,'Actually.Coincidentally I was invited to watch movie by my friend on the same day u asked to watch it.' </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">-'Did you you watch EK tha tiger', she asked. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">-'should I plan for today evening? but why?', I asked.'And u don't watch movies!' </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">-'I never watch Ranvir's movies and never miss Salman's movie',Madam's mood was coming on track.'There was no request to watch burphy but plz watch ek tha tiger, nice movie. Madamchi request mhanun.(for madam's request please)' </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">-Now total atmoshere had changed,'aaj kay mood changla distoy apla. kasa kay?', I asked immediately. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">-'today I am having fast', she answered. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">-'ohh, ganapati special' </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">-'Shouldn't I have fast for ganapati', she asked. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">-'Fasting is not for god, Its for our own benefit.', as usual I was up with funny reply,'but where do you celebrate this festival' </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">-'Gavi(at native place)', showing due respect to my question, she answered it. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">-'do you mean America?', I asked. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">-'How do you know that', she asked. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">-'ganapati swapnat ala hota. mhanala kan kapayacha ahe.(Ganapati came in dream. He wants to cut your ear', I said. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">-'but what I did?', she asked. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">-'yes, I did ask. But he said I am not trustworthy person', I said. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">-'But why?', she asked. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">-'Because I always keep pestering you!', I said. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">-'ok, then I will see to it', She convinced me. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">-'Did you complain to GOD about me?', I asked. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">-'There is nothing to complain. he knows everything', she said. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">-'But do you have problem with that? Am I permitted to do that?', I asked. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">-'ok' </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">-'thank you.' </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">-'but tell me one thing, How much do you trust me? 0.5,1,2%', I asked. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">-'zero percent!!!', she kicked off my question. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">-'thank you very much. actually I am not a person to trust', I had no choice other that this answer. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">'All questions need not to have answer' her famous answer for many questions. she had habit of writing wishes on festivals. She had few standard answers; whenever I used to ask, do you like this? I don't like this.. that...I dont like moveis; I dont like gold, I dont like celebrations and so on. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Finally I asked what do you like? </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">'I like Ek minute shantata(one minute silence). Panyacha shant pravah. (silent flow of water)', She was up with very sophisticated answer. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">I used to call her madam always. Initially she had problem with it. But now she had started calling herself as MADAM only. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Thus this chat was continued for many days. I came to know many things about her. She also had spent many years of her life at her native place and she was recently shifted to mumbai. I always had loads of questions for her. and she used answer them. And there were very few for her side. But still certain things were in dark. Many questions had answers which were not clear answers. And few statements had same reply,'all questions do not have answers.' </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">There was no communication for long time. It was 10-11-12. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">-'no reply since long time. Something wrong?', I asked. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">-'no, not at all. Today is good day', She replied. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">-'why', I asked. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">-'today is 10-11-12', she said. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">-'ok', actually i did not get logic;'it means if your mood is good then only you will chat with me. I am low priority person. right?' </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">-'thats not right', She replied. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">-'ani madamcha aaj bday ahe na(today is madam's birthday)', she told me. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">-'ohh, wish you many many happy returns of the day', I had no choice other than this. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">-'Is this the way to wish me birthday?', she replied. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">-'then what should I do? Should I come to mumbai?', I asked. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">-'no, any ways I dont like celebrations', she replied same type of answer. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">-'ok, what can I do then?', I said. 'but at least some celebrations is necessary' </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">-'then enjoy two three pegs from me.', and she went offline. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">It was one more evening during Diwali. This time also I was enjoying diwali with my shift duties. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">That I was travelling for vashi to back home.I had expressed my diwali sentiments in her chat inbox. She sent some reply to it. She was on diwali leave so I aksed where are you. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">-'ghari (home)', she answered. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Same type of Answer again.Now which home should I guess now? So I asked her. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">-'sasari',she answered. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">-'maher saasar, kadhi bolala nahi', I asked </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">-'aapan kadhi vicharal nahi mag kashala sangnar' </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Now I got the answer-why many of my questions were not answered by her. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">15th Nov 12</span></div>
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