Damn !

 

{ An entry for Klash (klashknk.wordpress.com) }

 

The officer was pleased. Everything was in order. The troops were well-prepared. This time the dacoits can’t escape. There was no escape route. The infrastructure was in place. The wall on the east was fully constructed and guarded well. The southern forest was well-manned by commandos.  And the northern cliffs had the best sharp shooters of the army, ready for them. The dacoit’s damnation in hell was certain. “Damn them all” he said aloud. And then he realised something was wrong.

“Damn? There’s something that strikes, but I don’t seem to recollect”, he wondered.

Cadet: “Sir the dacoits are coming from the west, on boats over the river.”

Damn! They had forgotten to build a dam!

Nayan Tarse…

12:00 am – 30th January, 2010

Amit wasn’t sleepy that night. He remembered her. The clock struck 12. “Happy Birthday Riya” — he whispered in the silent air. It had been 8 months since they had a break up. He wished that he could “wish” her.  He fought that urge. Everyone was sleeping in the house. He decided to go out for a walk. Grabbing his walkman, he left his house and started walking on the empty road. He was walking towards the beach. He switched through FM channels. He hardly listened to the music. His thoughts were drifted on her. His desire to see her once again. As he tuned into the next station, a song played that matched his thoughts.

“Nayan Tarse… Nayan Tarse

Taras Na Mile… Nayan Tarse….”

He was lost in the music that synched with his thoughts. As he turned round the corner, he failed to see the blue skoda that was ramming towards him in full speed. As the song reached its end… so did Amit.

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12:00 am – 30 January, 2010

Raghav bid his friends good bye as he sat in his car. Time for a short drive before going home. His watch showed that it was 12.  “ Belated Happy Birthday Dude!!!” — he wished himself for the umpteenth time that night. He was a little drunk, guess the rum did have an effect on him. As he drove the car, he remembered how the year had passed by since his last birthday. Last year, his birthday was marked by “her” presence. But they had to break up, that was his destiny. Why was he remembering her tonight, he too had moved on like her! He had to distract his mind from her thoughts…he  switched on the radio.

Sigh!! Of all the songs the damn RJ has to play this one

“Saawan Barse .. Saawan Barse

Tapish Ki Phuhaar…Sawaan Barse”

He was lost in the music that synched with his thoughts. As he drove his Skoda towards the corner, he failed to apply the breaks and rammed on to that guy with the walkman & crashed the car ahead in the opposite wall. As the song reached its end… so did Raghav.

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“ Bisar Gaye .. Bisar Gaye .. Kitne

Bisar Gaye .. Bisar Gaye .. Kitne

Sunahre Yeh Din, Kaali Raat Mein Gaye Dhal

Raama Raama Raama Raama Re …. “

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New Year

31^st December, 1995:

Vishal saw her from a distance. She noticed his glance. The clock struck 12. He decided now is the time. Approaching her he said, "Uh…Hi…I was wondering…uhh..actually…", he pulled out a ring…"Uh…I…uhh…". She smiled, stretched her hand forward…and the conversation didn’t require words anymore.

The New Year turned someone’s deepest desire true.…

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31^st December, 2009:

What a party it was!! Page 3 celebrities everywhere. The newest club in town rocked with the most happening crowd. The host was R. Mehta – the know-it-all of Bollywood. He was the link between financers and producers, between distributors and film makers…between struggling actors and directors…

"Hello Mr. Malhotra… How are you?"

"Hey RM, nice party…networking great, I see…"

"Well…all a part of work…hows your new movie cast coming up. Has your director casted the second heroine yet…?"

"Naah not yet…see if you can help him…he needs a new face…says would keep the lead actress calm…she has a problem working with most of the existing ones…"

"Aah I have just the person you need…a struggler…but immensely talented!! Hey Priyanka…meet Mr. Malhotra. Mr. Malhotra…this is Priyanka…your director would find her perfect, am sure!! Mr. Malhotra?"

"I uh…Hello!!"

And as two persons shook hands in a party on 31^st December of 2009, two minds drifted back in the past remembering a forgotten love and the night of 31^st December of 1995.

The Night Before Christmas…

 

In a few hours the gift sack would be ready and gift distribution would begin. But Santa had a different problem at hand. A lawyer sat in front of him. The demands were outrageous but Santa couldn’t find a way out. The tooth-fairy was the judge. Although a good friend of Santa…he agreed with the lawyer’s demands. The lawyer’s clients won. Santa sighed. He signed the contract.

Tonight…Santa pulls the sleigh while Rudolph and gang distribute the gifts and have the milk and cookies…

First Love

Year 1981

Raj boarded a bus back home… he was too depressed to walk to the station and catch the local train. Seated in the corner of the last row of seats, he tried to reframe his mind. But his thoughts drifted to the same image. Of the girl he loved his “First Love”, his only love. Sigh… today he saw her walking hand in hand with someone else. His heart ached, he heard it was her fiancé. Sigh so she was engaged, and he never knew it. All those exchange of notes, her blushing smiles, her sweet talk, the one time they had tea together.. all that was…”nothing”…sigh…!!

He tried to drift his mind…he tried to hum a song…

Teri Yaad Aa Rahi Hai, Teri Yaad Aa Rahi Hai
Yaad Aane Se, Tere Jaane Se
Jaan Jaa Rahi Hai
Yaad Aa Rahi Hai, Teri Yaad Aa Rahi Hai

He reached home. His Dad had come early at home. Raj tried to hide a tear. His Dad asked “Is anything wrong beta?”

What can he say to him? He wont understand what love means. If he comes to find out he will only scold him.

“Nothing Daddy ….err… just some exam tension.”

16 year old Rajendra M. Goyal decided to forget and move on.

Year 2005

Vicky boarded a rick back home… he was too depressed to board a bus. Seated in the corner leaning on one side of the rickshaw, he tried to reframe his mind. But his thoughts drifted to the same image. Of the girl he loved his “First Love”, his only love. Sigh… today she told him that they were “just friends”. That she loved someone else! His heart ached, on the mention of her boyfriend. Sigh so she was committed and he never knew it. All those long phone conversations, her flirtatious talks, her playful smiles, their many dates together.. all that resulted in…”nothing”…sigh…!!

He tried to drift his mind… he switched on his ipod

Judaa hoke bhi… tu mujhe mein kahin baaki hai…
Bhooloon tujhe toh…yaad teri aati hai…
Durr jitni bhi tum mujhse…. pass tere mein…
Ab toh aadat si hai mujko aise jeene mein…

He reached home. His Dad had come early at home. Vicky tried to avoid a confrontation. He was heading towards his room, but his tear became visible.

His Dad asked “Is anything wrong son?”

What can he say to him. He wont understand what love means. Why are parents always wanting to know everything?

“Nothing Daddy, its a personal problem…you wont understand.”

16yr old Vicky R. Goyal decided to forget and move on.

Om Returns Home – Poster and Synopsis

 

Meet Raj ! The name you must have heard,

A simple town boy, since school a big time nerd !

Introducing Naina, his childhood crush,

Every time he saw her, he would blush !

 

But Naina loved someone else ! Aww… what fate…

 They were best friends…but in love he was late…

And so his depression…led him to lose his mind…

He didn’t notice that rash driver…coming from behind…

In hospital, was made…a promise to be kept…

“Rohit , in this life Naina is yours … but in next life and life-long she will be mine…”

And so Raj died…and Naina wept…

But for love stories one lifetime is not enough as they say…

20 years later, Raj returned as Om (Surprise, Surprise!!), one fine day…

And then he searched for Naina … as he remembered her again…

Tried to find her everywhere…but no success… alas he searched in vain…

At last he found her (the climax begins)…she too had been waiting for him…

20 yr old Om met Naina (not too old, only 55 she seemed!)

But will the age difference matter, when their hearts were one…

Rohit was dead long back, so Naina was single… waiting for someone…

The question remains will they unite now or not…

Was Naina indeed the destiny …that Om really sought?

To see where this epic of love ends… do visit theatres this Jan…

And watch “Om Returns Home” starring Shahrukh Khan!!

 

[Coming soon: Om Returns Home – The Trailer]

Rebirth

 

Klash’s latest word is Rebirth. (http://klashknk.wordpress.com/)

The great philosopher poet Prof. Richard Devendra Das, who knows it all, finally decided to speak on this mystifying subject of re-incarnation and I was one of the privileged ones to hear his entire speech.

Though his entire speech is worth re-mentioning its too long to fit in the disk space WordPress provides ( far longer than Mahesh Bhatt’s uninterrupted speech).

Therefore I re-produce here (with permission and lots of royalty paid) the most important part of his poetic philosophical speech – his own account of the reason of his re-birth (and past birth’s death).

Yes re-births happen for a reason – for reference see Om Shanti Om, Karan Arjun, Karz, Karz- Himesh Version {at your own risk}, Ab Ke Baras {Not my problem if you haven’t heard of it}.

Following is an excerpt from the speech of the esteemed philosopher poet Prof. Richard Devendra Das.The speech was delivered at a private gathering and this is only part of the speech ever re-produced.

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Rebirths happen for a reason, my reason is fame
Which I rightly deserved in last life…never received the same
A struggling writer I was whose writings people never read
Nowhere to success this profession lead
So one fine day dejected I was
From writing I decided to take a permanent pause
And gifted my new writings to a student I had
Willy S. they called him…his writing was sad
The rest is history, he stole my work and rose to fame
When I confronted him, he used my own line, "What’s in a name?"
Whether it’s your work or mine…it’s all the same…
That day I committed suicide and to this existence I have since came!!

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Cheat!

 

Monday night, 1 am – 32 hrs before the exam

“I don’t think it’s a good idea, Dude!” whispered Abhinav. ’ Why did I agree to this? ’ He wondered. Arnab always came up with the most dangerous ideas.

“Relax Abhinav, everything will be fine. We are just stealing one set of question paper. And if you don’t panic so much, everything will go smoothly.”

Walking in the darkness, they tip toed to Prof. Sharma’s classroom. The question papers will be sealed but they had all the equipment ready. Arnab always planned out everything. The bribe for the security guard had worked. There was no one inside the college at this hour to catch them. Yes indeed, it was a perfect plan.

Arnab broke the seal, took one set of question paper and resealed the package with the lac he had brought. Abhinav kept a watch and prayed that things go fine. He knew he wouldn’t pass without knowing the questions beforehand. This was indeed his last hope. In the quiet darkness of the night two lads walked away with the question paper for Wednesday’s exam.

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Tuesday morning – 2 pm – 19 hrs before exam

“But it’s not right, Sir!” argued Prof. Sharma. “Don’t be so conscientious Mr. Sharma, it’s for the college’s good. We have to please our trustees you know. Mr. Nath’s daughter must pass this exam”, said the Principal.

“But Sir…”

“No buts…I wouldn’t have troubled you, but it so happened that the question paper I provided her with was not the one which was eventually set for the exam. Mr. Mehta’s mistake I believe. But the papers can be reprinted. So I am sending the peon with this new sheet containing the questions I gave her to study and please discard the old set of question papers…”

The walk under moonlight

 

A beautiful night it was…
The full moon gleaming over the city of London…
No stars that night…
The moon seemed more beautiful this way….

She decided to go for a walk…
A walk under the moonlight…
Contemplating on days went by….
The day she first met “Him”
The day he proposed her…

Their romantic date together…
Tomorrow she will be married to him…
And so her thoughts moved on….
When suddenly she DIED!!

….. Jack the Ripper ‘ripped’ another victim under the moonlight.

Foreign!! — (Klash entry for ‘India’)

International Watch Shop, Naya Bazaar, YKW (you know where!!!)

Here Sir… A perfect Swiss make

“Too expensive… ahem… I mean too extravagant design…I need something subtle you know …”

Yes sir, I have just the thing for you, a watch ‘made in China’. Only Rs. 20

“Too cheap. Look money is not an issue and I don’t want Chinese watch. Show me a nice foreign watch.”

Sure sir, here’s a French one, an Italian make and this one’s a latest English watch…

“This looks good”

Good choice sir… it’s the latest design, just arrived today morning from London …

In the basement…

“Put these London packs. Mark these as Swiss. Make sure you don’t leave any old labels affixed …”