Divyaj gets out from the meeting with his colleagues and superiors. Aimee, his colleague is back after her maternity leave. The conference room on the far left corner E11 is buzzing with boisterous laughter and inevitably the talk revolves around -- what else, babies.

As Divjay somehow manages to sleep thru the meeting, and with a stack of to-do list, a few "touch base" short conversations, and back he is at his desk. The past weekend has been crazy. Nine hours of sleep in three days, late nights and lots of scrumptious liquor and continuous doses of nicotine from the smoldering joy stick have been the highlight of his weekend.

How he could have used one more off day. No not "off", but "OFF", - know what I mean? Weird how an exact word can be interpreted with completely differing and different meanings; words they are, no matter how we manipulate em', one slip and the entire context changes. He wonders if only 'life' was just another word. Hey, it is - is not it? He does not even dwell on that one now, words are complicated enough.

Anyways! He has had many "off" days, but what he was looking for was an "OFF" day. He knows he is complicating things with this "off -- OFF" bit within himself, but you have no idea the quagmire he is facing. Actually he is enjoying this weirdness.

It's not that he did not try, but somehow today he had to meet one tiny deadline which was big enough to cancel his planned siesta. He sighs, "Oh well!" He realizes one hour of sleep for a long day at work and then some more was not a wise thing to do. He jumps off and takes the elevator to outside lobby to inhale for some much needed dose of nicotine.

As he comes out with a large coffee, and tries to light a cigarette, he could not help but smile. As he looks up to the 32nd floor, he wonders if they would even recognize him. Even weirdly enough, he waves his hand, just so/because, you know. Yes, it has been this peculiar.

Oh what a weekend!

Contd . . .

Contd...

Indeed time has flown to the unknown horizon. Memories of bygone days were just alive in reminiscence. Almost 6, nah! Maybe 7 years! Divyaj sighs?as he walks back to his cubicle.

"Do not worry mommy, I would be back in 3 years and then go for 2-3 years more and I would be back forever," he had said. And his mom always kept saying, "Nah, mero chora aucha. Basdaina tya. Haina?" And he always said, "Ho." And here he was, almost 3+2+3 years afterwards, yet unable to make it pass the border of what people affectionately call, "the land of opportunity". Was it all worth it? Or better still, is it going to be worth it? He does not know.

The loving voice of his mother always asking, "Babu kahile aun..." haunts him at endless nights once in a while. Slowly, it seemed like a distant imagination.
"Babu kahile aune..."

Life moved too fast, too soon for him. Too soon to realize that life is passing him by. But he never really let it bother him. He still has time. It is still not late. Maybe he can catch up with something back home. Then again, life, it appears is about to offer him so much - here.

But he is determined to go home someday, sometime soon. But the situations back home? What is he to do? Feudal despot, corrupt inept politicians, and inhuman bastard Maoists; what are the options? Do something with family stuff? But what about everything he has worked for, day and night, literally. And the chaos back home does not help either.

Excuses excuses...perhaps that's why he has all the positive feelings for people who decides to work back home, "by choice". And here he was, selfish as he is, in spite of everything laid out for him, reluctant to leave the life he so despises. Talk about quagmire! Nah, he is selfish, selfish to the bone. But. . .

Days, it seemed, were passing by pretty fast. He looked forward to going for work. It was good to have someone from back home, although a co-op as Sonali was. Once in a while, he did feel out of sorts, where he could not relate to anyone. But hey, he did not complain. He got along pretty well with his colleagues and had recently climbed up the ladder in hierarchy. No he never complained for long hours. What has he got to do? Go home, go out, call some friends, do some mundane stuffs.

Yeah, pals - he has, but for the weekend alone. Everyone seems to be lost somewhere other days, bar some, when they catch up for a quick drink in some bars. And over the weekend they seem to come alive, like Dracula coming alive at night, thirsty for blood. And they drank, and they laughed and they. . .

A month went by, and then few more weeks. The picturesque view from that 32nd floor appeared even more beautiful as the days passed by. They would each watch that view together. More often than not, they left work together. Somehow, things did not materialized anything beyond the proximity of revolving door of the building. Divjay could never ask her if he could drop her, go for a coffee or something, you know, and Saloni never mentioned anything either.

But somehow it was always awkward while they separated. The tranquility Divyaj felt while being engrossed in silence with Saloni, was slowly being more meaningful than many conversations he have had with many others. Did I not tell you about how an odd silence can make the world of meaning between two people? Did Saloni felt it too? He would not know.

You know how people say things that they do not mean, and yet, somehow, weirdly enough, it just so happens that it is exactly what they feel. O.K. Let, me explain: oftentimes we say stuffs to people for the sake of it. For mirth, in jest, if you will, and before they realize it, it somehow finds some meaning, makes some sense. I know, weird eh? Without knowing, somehow, Divyaj begun to say things, and express stuffs that he really did not know had any meaning. He just said for the heck of saying it. He always did. But Saloni, she would just listen, and smile. She actually enjoyed listening to all those nonsense, which perhaps made some sense to her. And when Divyaj would not, then to his utter astonishment, Sonali of all the people would push him to, however shy she might have been. Does that imply that she actually liked those impromptu jives he threw at her time and again? You tell me.

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((Khas ma malai lekhna ayena ke.:p Hijo rati alik lagda ra ani ahile bihana hangover ma deko. Hahaha. Jeri jasto hola jasto cha. Ghumeko ghumein ;) :p) ---Yo chai thakit drunk part.;) Not merry drunk - TIRED drunk :d



To be contd...

Please ignore the freaking typos, grammatical errors and fragments. Then again, what would remain to be read? Hahahahaha....Anyways, yo chai hangover part ;)
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"Does that imply that she actually liked those impromptu jives he threw at her time and again? You tell me. "

Contd...

Maybe by now, one you might think that Saloni is a reserved soul. In someway, she could be. But you would be surprised if you would only know. Divyaj was too. As the weeks rolled by, she was becoming more talkative. It was as if she let go of the ghost that was bothering her, and for once, she was more open, and reciprocated Divyaj's nonsense with one of her own.

Do you know the joy of laughing at the same thing, knowing that the other person understood the meaning exactly the same way you did? Have ever felt that, this person, and you, was the only one to have understood the meaning of things? Not only silence, but in mirthful chaos as well - two people can make a world of a meaning. Is not it so remarkable? Everything and anything can have multitude of connotation.

Saloni, and Divyaj were somewhat inseparable now, of course within the boundaries, whatever that was. Hey, did I tell you they even out for a coffee couple of times after work? Talk about improvement. Hehe ;). Considering Saloni, that was a major breakthrough. One reason Divyaj enjoyed her company among other things was, she always amused him, always. Sometimes she would talk about things that made more sense, like a mature adult, and at times, she would ask to play games that she called, "Truth and Dare." Silly, is not it? But he listened patiently, played with her, and weirdly enough they always went for "truth" -- well most of times anyways, and answered accordingly.

Now, how much of it was actually truth,;), and how much was a blanket-laden truth, each, on their own, could not tell. But you know how it is - got to take everything with a grain of salt. But somehow, Divyaj, always believed what she said. Hey, do half-truths count? I mean, as a lie, or is it still acceptable as truth?:p. But what did historical mythology teach us? Remember Dronacharya? Poor old man, died because of a half-truth from none other than supposedly the noblest man of his era.

Ahhhh! Enough. I am here to tell you about two young souls, passion than is almost impossible to get realize. But mark my words you folks, there are lessons to be learned form those mythologies ;). Believe -you- me!

At work, each day became a routine to go for lunch with Saloni. They talked of different stuffs. Stuffs Divyaj had lost track of. You know how it is when you only have time to think for yourself, and you forget, sometimes, there could be other things in life, that you do not do "maths" for. We do it because we want to - just because. Yes, with Saloni, it was like that. He was slowly becoming himself, tearing down the mask of arrogance, throwing away the shield of protection, and it scared him. He could not help it. Sonali, her simplicity, barred him of throwing away the junk he had collected while being self-centered in the name of being pragmatic.

But the closeness of being with someone like Saloni was raw for him. Her serenity bothered him. (Saloni (jhandai Sonali lekheko :p sachai, hehe;))) SALONI, it seemed, was someone he always wanted, but never knew existed. Nah, he has had flings, his fair share. But you know what I mean?

She was different, unlike any other he had met. Her nice round dark almond eyes, spoke to him, her skin flickering akin to the candle lights, brightened his days, more so that mighty sun. Her long black hair, like a mysterious cloud over the sky, always engulfed him into the madness, and fired a desire to lose himself amidst it. What about those pearly white teeth and those luscious lips. Ah! Those lips. He can not control himself, he moves forward, he does not know the place...or the time, but there she was, and he holds Saloni closer and moves forward to plant his rugged mouth on to hers and kiss her passionately!

*Beep beep beep beep beep beep*

The alarm rings, and jolts Divyaj out of his sleep. He looks at the clock, it is 7:15 A: M. Somehow his lifeblood, that alarm, seems like the most disgusting thing that he ever saw. How cruel can one be with its own master? On the second thought, maybe it was telling him to go to work and meet saloni and actually do it. Stupid alarm doesn't know, Divyaj is pretty weak in matters of heart, or at least he claims to be.;)

Thirstily, he gulps a glass of water and tries to chain his thoughts to matters at hand. But he just missed an opportunity to. . . yeah yeah, it was just a dream, he knows. But stil. . . you know ;). Hahaha.:p

. . .

IndisGuise:)

Damn! forgot to mention, lekhda lekhda hot choclate ra coffee mix garera microwave ma rakheko jammai pokhecha umliyera. :(

Talk about devotion in sterring ;).Hahahaa.

Later folks!

IndisGuise:)

Ruina, hello and *wave *out there
i guess,u r mistaken with my identity...meh not the one who is with fnail...Anyay,anticipating u to steer this story ahed with indi and adding more spice in it.

Sristi, u come-come...eheh,where bhanye ra chahi na sodha la feri*wink'

Indi...finally ,got priviledge to read ur part of story...tell u what,"Do you know the joy of laughing at the same thing, knowing that the other person understood the meaning exactly the same way you did?"...this means THERES SOMETHING VERY -VERY FISHY GOINE*WINK*...EHEHE...keep going till story leads to its destination.

Nirman...unspoken words LOL...HEY, what a gripping style of writting u got there.

Ok saina i won't ask "Where"....By the which place and who :D

IndisGuise Da came back with another class act.....now Ruina sis will sure give SAATH (with professionalism, of course!! :D) ...with another mesmeric episode ...and i am waiting for that :P

Nirman Da ...guest role...sweet and cute :P

~~badarni sis,saina,sristu
:)

~~indi
sonali/saloni eh?
k ho indi ?! la bhana bhana aba sonali ko barema:P
nalzayikana bhannu afnai manche samjhera ,ma kasailai bahndinaa,secret hami 2 jana ma :D



p.s ;
ending kahile auncha indi yo story ko:P conclusion sunna hatar bhayesakyo malai!suspense story jasto lagnu lagesakyo LOL.
ghumeko ghumai ghumeko ghumai bhayo au! hehe.


~*ruIna*~

another try;

Thirstily, he gulps a glass of water and tries to chain his thoughts to matters at hand. But he just missed an opportunity to. . . yeah yeah, it was just a dream, he knows. But still . .....


here! devyaj enters the room,saloni saw him coming and smiles"ohho! very good morning sir."devyaj smiles and greets her back.busy traffic eh? she replies with smile .devyaj winks and goes into his cubicle.he smiles sheepishly remembering about the dream he saw last night.

suppressing all those thoughts coming in his head he tries to concentrate on board meeting which is next week.by the time they were busy at there own work and preparation it was time for lunch. as usual,saloni waited for devyaj.he was quite busy with all those file piled up in his desk. devyaj looked at her and noticed she was waiting for him. he comes out and both heads toward escalator.saloni ask him if she could help him with some of those files piled on devyaj desk,

he liked to hear his name .he liked her speak to him though she were not his equal. they went down through escalator they could she rosy standing on the floor waiting for them .

along with devyaj ,rose was another fren whom she love spending times. they argue on stupid topic including hollywood and bollywood stars and end up laughing .lunch time was favourite time for three of them to be on their own.

every lunch time saloni enjoyed teasing rosy and devyaj secretly...where rosy used to blush and devyaj was unknown of all those sign and signals going on between rosy and saloni.

saloni was kind of close to most of the members/workers in her office.she enjoyed every single day she worked on that office. smile,greetings,trust,small gossips(official) shared with coworkers made her feel like working in friendly environment. and offcourse there was devyaj whom she could count on.

period of purest hapiness for them both.they were the complement of each other.there seemed no ending to the new joys they discoverd in one another ,shut way in their solitary retret,wondering through the grounds ,talking or playing stupid/cupid childish game like"truth and dare"during the lunch time,close together in passionate and ever.new discovery to each other day by day.

although devyag accepted it as being heven sent and took each and every moment spent with her as golden moment---saloni had now and then confessed devyaj as fren whom she could trust.officially they were co-workers but they shared there feelings,gossip,complain,happiness,anger,fear,advice
(platonic based)
saloni enojyed staying with devyaj watching the burnt caramel and purple merged with horizon ,A beautiful view of a magnificent river - a bridge linking the two parts of the city, some historical monuments .when silence threatened to absurb them ,they smiled at each other.

saloni gave him sweet smile ."thank u devyaj sir for bringing me here."its so tranquil and so heavenly .she smiled in that enigmatic way which never failed to intrigue devyaj.devyaj was in excellant spirits-greatly excited -like a boy,wishful to please her,warm ,generous ,full of joy of life.

everytime when they returned home ,silently ,introspective,thinking how fortunate they really were to meet each other.....

~*ruIna*~

Saina, there is nothing fishy going on, but that's me, creating illusion when there is none. I wish there was, but unfortunately, for all the good fortune I have been blessed with, which is enough to survive, SAATh of the cherished one apparently is not the one. :p.

But I insist, do not trust my words. Hahaha.

But hey, that?s life! Timi destination samma hiddau auchau ?;) I mean padnu katha. Its been a drag all along. Anyways, thanks for dropping by.
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Fuchuuuuuuuuuuu class act re. LOL. That was a total drag. You know how it is when you try to fill a void, and you have actually nothing to offer. That said, I have always loved ruina's postings, and for that reason alone, and indeed yours and saina's nirman's, badarni's? and yada yada yada's hahaha, this have been of some worth to me.

I would steert it in coupla days. ;) Take care fuchu.
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"~~indi
sonali/saloni eh?
k ho indi ?! la bhana bhana aba sonali ko barema:P
nalzayikana bhannu afnai manche samjhera ,ma kasailai bahndinaa,secret hami 2 jana ma :D"

------>Damn this saloni and sonali, I slipped YET again. Ke bhanau bhanana mero rotiping :P, haad nabhako jibro kahile kahi chiplincha ;)

Aru ke bhanau?

Bhanau bhene timilai baat lagne daaraaa,
Nabhanau ta timro preet ko maat lagne daara. :p

Re kya ;). Hehe.

Tweetu, I enjoyed the last episode of yours. Bar few lines from my last "steering"
, I agree, I have been making it a rotiping, for the lack of creativity and devoid of anything worthwhile to present. Do not worry, the end would be near. :)

And I almost thought you are gonna make Divyaj kiss Saloni. I really would have got upset :p. Sachai, timro kacham ;). Hahahaha. I like decent story k. hehehe.

Aiight meri besuuri (song playin in ur mind bata bhaneko? lol), take care, and of course, do NOT mich me. :p. Aba arko pali, feri saan dekhayera post garcha herr hai. Hahahaha. LOL. Kyarne, aafai ghumcha. Timi samata na ta malai :p. ;)

hahahaha.. aiight later folks...

In jest,
IndisGuise:)

La la Ajhai Jawos Bro. Ghat lagdo cha lekhai.





I'M THE LIZARD KING
I CAN DO ANYTHING

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hmmmmm

for me it looks like ruina and indi singing maya pirati palo palo by writing a story.

Ruina sings
Ukali mey, pechi pechi, oraly me, age age
yo ladka lai kya howa?

well, since its Ruina, she sings nepali in hindi! nepali version of her song was:
ukali ma pachi pachi orali ma agi agi
you keta k bhako

then indi says
nadekhe samma ko ho ko ho
dekhe pachi maya moha
samjaideu yo mana, tweetu
:p

g'nite!

~~reddy
if its u instead of indi thn i promise i will sing that song:P
since i figured out u love that song so much!
and i enjoy speaking hindi with ya:D coz ur hindi sux LOL.

well u ko agadi ta k hindi baat garnu ma..i am gonna win:P
wanna bet! hahaha.


~~indi baba,

what do u think abt u and me;) everyone saying we compliment each other and maya perati gareeng hahaha.
do0nt take them seriously!!( if u are starting to :P)
i dont wanna miss this fun :D

and YA i enjoy ur story and this is also one of the reason , i am moving my story with urs:)


------>Damn this saloni and sonali, I slipped YET again. Ke bhanau bhanana mero rotiping :P, haad nabhako jibro kahile kahi chiplincha ;) ---->>>>>>>>>>>>>>
:O:O:O omg!!! timile jibro le type gareko:P j/k

.------> And I almost thought you are gonna make Divyaj kiss Saloni. I really would have got upset :p. Sachai, timro kacham ;). Hahahaha. I like decent story k. hehehe.---->>>>>>>
i knowwwww how can i see u upset!:D
after so many compliment abt we complimenting each other, how can i make u and other upset!!!!


u ko eklauti tweetu :P LOL aile lai chai!hehe
~*ruIna*~

nice one indi,

so the chemistry between you and ruina still lingers eh!

Just in jest,

Courtesy you.

Lizard King bro, Dhanyebaad.
Koshish jari rahane cha, samaye paune bittikai.
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Red, jhandai gauna lako thiye, but alas, you see what she said :(. Hahaha.
Mutu mathi dhungaaa rakhiii ----------- indi says, "La gaideu RedS." :(
;)

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~~indi baba,

what do u think abt u and me;) everyone saying we compliment each other and maya perati gareeng hahaha.
do0nt take them seriously!!( if u are starting to :P)
i dont wanna miss this fun :D


----------> What I think, or do not, does not have any meaning now, does it? ;)
But I do like the compliments, do not you? About maya and peerati garne with you, well, I would rather stay mum. Bhanchan ni, kurai ta ho, je bhane pani bhayo. :p

Tyo yeuta geet thio ni, 1974 AD ko. Ummmmm oh yeah....chudainaa timro maya lee, yedi timi nai yaha nabhyeeee........So on and so forth. ;).
Tell you wot, I do not like this song. LOL. hehehe :p

Regarding taking them seriously, rest assured, I might as well categorically deny having done so. But I do not make any promises. :p. Do not worry; you would not miss anything ;)

:O:O:O omg!!! timile jibro le type gareko:P j/k
--> I can use my tongue inj X number of ways ;). LOL

"i knowwwww how can i see u upset!:D
after so many compliment abt we complimenting each other, how can i make u and other upset!!!"

---> You can not, I know.
Hoo exactly tyaso bhandai mero komal mutu ma siyoo chwass ghocha mero modern sita :p. Hehehehe ;)

Mero eklauti tweetu ahile matrai lai ho? :( and I was thinking of a life time with you. A life time of bliss - you and me. :p.

Re kya! ;)

IndisGuise:)

Dhanyebaad John.

How was your summer?

About Chemistry John, you know what they say right...

"Chemistry can be a good and bad thing. Chemistry is good when you make love with it. Chemistry is bad when you make crack with it."

I am kinda scared that she might make me love crack. LOL. In the process she might as well be one. Hahahahaha :p

However, I love biology though. Nevermind that i never passed a single test in school. ;)

In jest,
IndisGuise:)

mutu mathi dunga rakhi, ruina lai hasaunu parya cha! ?

hoina hola indi :P

Have you ever seen an angel smile red? I have:p. Tysaile koshish gardya ni ;)
Hahahaha. Ajkal alik besi besi gai rako cha. hehe.

Ho bhanyaa, chataaan jatrai dhunga rakhi bhanya ho. Khai diu ruina ko kasam?:p

Hahaha.

In jest,
IndisGuise:)

Ruina,

are you listening???

Are you mero "malai kofta?" :p Hehe.
:(

IndisGuise ;)


P.S: yadai besi bho abu, .... later folks.

On completely diff. note :

Ignore all the typos and grammetical errors from my posting all over sajha. Haha. Yeso padda afai lai nai riss uthcha ni. Those are not even an usual mistakes, but freaking blunders! :)

And oh yeah, one last thing, did i tell you John Ruina has this strange disease. Oftentimes, depending on certain circumstances, she goes, blind, deaf, and mute. Only to come naggin later on. Hahaha. Maybe she got those 3 at the same time now. hahahaha :p Nunu dee rako hola heroine. ;).

But those are my assumptions. I have no affidavit to back my hypothesis hai feri. ;)

:O:O:O
yo indi le malai bhayee bhar ko dish banaune bhayo LOL.
kaile malai kofta ,kaile chat masala . nasakine bhayo uffo!!
hero dherai mitho mitho nakhau motaula :P


jhon da;
i am looking :)



--------->And oh yeah, one last thing, did i tell you John Ruina has this strange disease. Oftentimes, depending on certain circumstances, she goes, blind, deaf, and mute. Only to come naggin later on. Hahaha. Maybe she got those 3 at the same time now. hahahaha :p Nunu dee rako hola heroine. ;).---->>>>>>>>>>>
hahahahaha :))

~*ruIna*~