HarryFication

Mood: Disturbed May 19, 2009 Mysore, India.                  Sr. No.   Emp. No.   Name   Location   Dept.                      13                  92xxx    Harish Thangaraj               Pune            CMED I was ecstatic right now. I punched my fist up in the air. I was looking at the posting location portal. After all these months I had finally got my desired posting location today. Now I could travel to my home in Mumbai every weekend. Yes!! You know, I had postponed trimming my hair by 3 weeks because I was so confident that I will get Pune as my posting and then I will be able to visit my favourite salon in Mumbai. So many little things I confidently pos...

Mood: I-don't-want-to-stop-writing. He logged into his blogger account. There was a comment waiting to be approved. The name spelled ShAiLi - written the way he had always known it. Now he was staring at the screen, frozen and numb. The comment read: “Hey Nikhil…Heard u r here..Call me. 041743xxxx. And yea, don’t publish this comment!! ;) ” Nikhil’s mind raced into a flashback. The last time they had talked was 9 years ago, last day of their 12th Board Exams back in Mumbai. He had been searching for her on orkut and facebook for the past few years now. None of Shaili’s friends had her current number. She had probably kept herself out of contact with everyone she knew during those days. March 12, 2000. Hotel Ambience, Mulund, Mumbai. He rushed into the hotel, sternly looking at his watch. “Sorry, I am late.” She blushed, "641 sec to be exact. How could you, Nikku!" She herself had just made it seconds ago. But of course, she wasn't going to tell him t...

A real life story with minor liberties : Vinod Kumar never felt so miserable.  This, in a life full of sufferings and a troubled childhood. From the slums of Chennai, he had risen like a phoenix often does - this, after his parents’ death at a tender age. The meritorious boy he was, he paid up for schooling through scholarships. Along came college and Vinod had outshone others and eventually, secured a handsome paying job at a private firm in Mumbai . Wanting to start his life afresh, he left Chennai and headed for the city of dreams. Day one of his first job, and it was there that he met Richika Gupta. Now, she was as beautiful a girl he had ever seen in his life. Not that Chennai doesn't have cute girls, but he instantly knew there was something special in her which he had never found in another of her kind. A Southie who had never ventured outside Chennai all his life and a Northie who had all along been in Roorkee ! As diverse as they were, they hit out instantly. She ...

She had been such a sweetie. As beautiful as you could imagine with a complexion as pink as a baby's. I was indeed lucky to have her with me. She always stuck with me, in my joy and my grief. Like honey on the horsetail as they say. We had always been together and the world knew it all along. Her earliest memories stretch as far as my memory itself. But like all strong relationships, ours was also strained at times. Sometimes to the threshold. There were times when I just wanted to get her out of my life, forever. Our fights were never private and frankly they could never have been. But we always sorted it out somehow in the end. More of my patience and persistence I would like to believe now. Then, I shouldn't be digging the dirt up again, now that she has left me forever. But of late, it was indeed getting difficult to manage her. The relationship was more strained than ever. The fights occurred and it was for the whole world to witness. And she was getting more violent. Eve...