Not long back i was in search of doing something creative, so penned down this superficial incomplete story. as one may read it, they'll find that i've drawn some inspiration from the movie rock on!! and mixing it with some love aspects and my knowledge of indian classical music...i find the last paragraph quite pathetic and i am trying to refine it.....the story is still incomplete...post in your comments....
He was still feeling drowsy and day dreaming as he woke up after a short sleep. This had been Sid’s routine since the day he came to Mumbai. It was hard for him to give up the frills he got in
“Tore bina mohe chain nahi brij ke nand lal…………… “ .
He felt closer to god while listening to Indian classical music then visiting a shrine and offering prayer to God which he would seldom do. He got a divine feeling every time he listened to classical music, understanding each and every nuance and harkat (movement) by the artist pertaining to the values of the raga very well. He felt as if he transcended all the boundaries of time and moved to a world of notes where he could conjure an image of the thought put forward by the verses. Be it radha’s suffering due to the biraha(separation) from lord Krishna or dadur’s (frog) galloping in the monsoon season, every notion made him feel divine. His bachelor’s at the saint Stephen’s college in
His room partner Rohan who was a student at the
Sid really had a tiresome session yesterday night at his friend’s studio gallop. He had not slept for past two days, so coming back home at
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He helped himself with a cup of coffee and sat on a charpoy placed at a corner of his well furnished room. He was not a mobile freak and would often search for his mobile around his place. He checked the voice messages:-
“Hello, this is Jenny here. Waited a long for your call, but……anyways I have got your answer, Best of luck to you.”
He felt a deep inside his heart, tears rolled down his cheeks and he closed his deep blue eyes as if he was going back in a yesteryear’s dream. How beautiful it was to be with her!! The quality time they spent together at Uncle Joseph’s farmhouse last summer. He suddenly realized something and with a deep sigh tapped his feet and went across to put the television on. He turned on to news; it was jenny’s first day as a news reader at a local news channel stationed few streets away. There came she, live on a national television as beautiful as ever and her charisma had flourished. Her hair was cut short but still she looked amazing. He gave way to his whims and was back in time. He got nostalgic getting a glimpse of her after such a long time. But regaining his sense, he realized his decision “I won’t budge”.
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“Where the hell are you? “asked Asim. He has known Asim, a techno geek and a recluse since past three years, meeting for the first time at a college competition in
He reached the studio at
The other three had already started working on their last night’s composition written by Sameer. Sameer was a six feet tall robust guy with a protruding nose and long hair. He has been writing poetry since his days at Xavier’s, where he met Asim. This one was written for his last girlfriend who broke off with him after hearing the tails of his amorous adventures. He looked elegant in his usual gear, a
“Start from the eighth bar and sameer you be alert don’t miss the train…” called asim. After a three hour long session they suspended for a tea break and went to the nukkad.
“So, Sid you lookin quite numb today, any problem?” inquired asim. Everyone was eager to know about his new stand on his relationship with jenny. “Cut it off guys, I haven’t slept a wink since past two days and have been surviving on cups of tea and Benson….” He bluffed. “Come on dude call jenny and tell her sorry, after all it was your mistake. Kaka ek aur cup….” demanded Aaron, gulping his last bit of tea.