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MADDY? :roll: :shhh:Quote:
Originally Posted by MADDY
MADDY!!! :rotfl: :rotfl: :rotfl: aka Double Raja. :P
Super!! :thumbsup:
Maddy summma solla kooodathu...... sceptical ah than padichen... but the way you have written the story, oru serious ah na kadhaiya konjam nakkal ah eduthuttu pona vitham and the ending, though the story is a cliche one, the way you have put it is awesomee :D
hey thanks man..... :D .......really feel encouraged by ur comment :DQuote:
Originally Posted by rsubras
Anna Maddy.......nice story kaka! :)
I must say my heart was beating rather fast thruout the story as I read, until the part bout Anirudh wanting to marry Sneha.....*phew* :P :oops:
True...and I guess those serials nowadays w/ their affair themes do hav their own contribution to it! :xQuote:
Originally Posted by pavalamani pragasam
hahaha.....dont worry, i will never hurt the protaganist in my stories.... :D ...........justice will be served in my stories...... :thumbsup:Quote:
Originally Posted by Lambretta
Maddy, I think now you would be very happy that you posted the story :D
yea, thats true......i'm thrilled at the response.....and i shuld thank u,PP ma;m and SP akka personally for encouragin me :DQuote:
Originally Posted by rami
(working on one more short story, will be posting it soon :wink: )
Life is unfair, at times
Mumbai, most beautiful city in the world, gets more beautiful during monsoons. The continuous downpour of chilled water from the sky, and the way they kiss our bodies is a romantic story in itself. I love traveling in trains and buses during this time. Well, so much for Mumbai monsoon, I study in an engineering college. My life is pretty simple, going to college, then coming back home in the evening and then play “gully” cricket with my friends. Weekend movies, cricket match with nearby “gullies”, Life was so simple and uncomplicated. Girls, hmmmm, however were my weak point, as in, I never had any success with them. I have proposed to 3 girls in my life so far and all of them have given me a middle finger parade. Since then, I’ve always tried to stay away from proposal/serious love stuff. Just drool over them and forget them. But, this Mumbai monsoon is so romantic that “something something happens (Kuch Kuch hota hai)”. Otherwise I don’t see any reason for our beauty queen in college, staring at me daily for a week now.
I didn’t want to believe it, when I caught her staring at me in canteen. I turned back and checked if there were any handsome guys sitting behind me. There were none, hmmm, interesting. The next day, during our college tech fest, we came face to face in college corridor and she flashed me a smile. Wow, she was so beautiful and her smile was beyond explanation. Thousand flowers at a glance; I was caught in a trance. She was standing on the opposite bay and was continuously smiling at me. Then I realized something, oh god. I think I knew the reason for her smile. I started running behind, pushing through the crowd. I swiftly entered the toilet, and I checked my pant zip. It was closed, huh. I always do this, as I have many times forgot to close my pant zip and girls have mocked me for that. So, she was not mocking at me, indeed. Then what did this fair skinned Gujarati angel wanted from me?
Next day, my lecture was on, and I casually stared outside. She was standing there with her friend, near the window. She was constantly staring at me without any expression. Her friend was smiling, wow, her friend too looked good. But this female was staring at me, as if she was going to eat me. I bowed my head down, fingers clutching the first button of my shirt and gave them a confused look (Vadivelu style). enna vechhi edho comedy keemedy pannuraanga pola. Lecture got over and she entered my class and walked up to me. “Hi, I’m Neha” she said. “Aathhadi, vandhu pesavum aarambichitta” I thought. “Hi, I’m Manav” I stuttered. “I know” she said with a smile. “I know-a? aahaaa, naama zip podaatha kadha ooru muzhukka famous aiduchhu pola” I thought. “how do you know me” I enquired. “well, I have seen u playing in “gully”. I actually live nearby. I’m a big fan of your fielding” she blushed. ayyo ayyo, appadiye laddu madhiri irundha blush pannumbodhu.
“can I have one kg. laddu, please” I asked the sweet shop owner and not Neha’s dad. It was a month now into our friendship, she’s gonna come to my home. My mom was surprised because Neha was my first female friend to come to our house in 20 years. I was so happy. My “gully” friends poured in with lots of advice. Bunty, our team captain, who has defeated Roger Federer in a number game, Yes, while Roger keeps winning grandslams, Bunty keeps winning girlfriends and he stays ahead of Roger always. He advised ”Ghaai mat kar re madhrasi, ladki se baath karthe baitna aur mauka dekhhe chaukka maarna, samjha kya?” (Don’t rush things madhrasi, keep talking to the girl and wait for the opportunity to propose). Well, here she was, in my house; she was talking to my mom so seriously. Obviously, my mom is her future kids’ grandma. Hehe. My mom left as she wanted to go to the temple. It will take her 2 hours to come back.
Wow, I and this Gujarati laddu were left alone in the house. She came and sat near me in the sofa. Should I start, or let her start? Chaa, no experience in such things. Can’t call bunty now. She came very close and took my hand into her hands. The feeling was inexplicable. Her chilled hands were sending shock waves through my body. “Actually, you are my best friend now” she said. “seri, adhukku enna ippa” I thought. “I’m having a problem, please help me with that” she continued. “problem-aa” I blurted out. “yes Manav, I’m in with love with your friend bunty“ . “what” I screamed. “saachiputtale, singathha saachiputta”. I felt as if, the earth below had cracked and opened up to gobble me.
It is the worst feeling in life to see the person you loved, love someone else more than you. I went through that pain for a long time. Bunty, my friend, (chaa avanellam oru friend-a), shamelessly accepted her proposal and made her his 13th success story despite knowing that I loved her. I didn’t understand why she pulled me into this. I mean, she could have approached Bunty directly. She just wanted to approach Bunty, who studies in a different college through me. Why did she chase me all over the college and become a friend? There were no justifications for her act. All my friends were agitated about this. “Madhrasi, tere saath bahut bura hua re” they echoed. (Madhrasi, whatever happened to you, was not right). I just smiled at them. They were isolating Bunty now and he told Neha about this. He also told about my love for her. The next day she came up to me in college canteen and kept a sympathetic face. God, I hate that expression. “Did I ask for your sympathy” I told her silently. She was “I understand Manav, how you feel. But you can’t help it; Life is unfair, at times. You get punished for no mistake of yours”. yaendi, kaattu sirikki, pannura vela ellam pannittu, life unfair-nna sollura, velakkumaathhalaye adichhu saagadikkanumdi onnaye ellam. “then, what else? Any more advice left?” I asked her nonchalantly. “I’m trying to console you and you are making fun of it, cheap loafer” she told angrily. I shouted “shut up and get lost” loud enough to make cars/bikes in main road come to a halt. I get knocked down, but I get up again, you can never keep me down. The song was playing continuously in my winamp playlist to pull me up. Naa enna thappu senjan, y did God punish me. :cry2: . I felt like dying. Then a thought flashed in my mind. I wiped tears from my face, and got up, combed my hair and looked into the mirror. “ini singapaadhai thaan, no poo paadhai” (yes, I’m a big Tamil cinema buff).
Well, every year during February, we have this “Rose day” festival in the college where guys give cards to girls. Red card is for love and acknowledging the girls’ beauty, orange card is for friendship and black card is for someone you hate. Mostly, girls give black cards to guys who torture them. Cards are collected in a common place by a panel of students. They count the number of red, orange, black cards got for each person. The girl who gets maximum number of red cards will be crowned as “rose queen”. Local cosmetic companies give the winner handsome prize money and modeling offers. Neha had been crowned “Beauty queen”, two years in a row now.
Judgment day arrived. Cards were selling briskly from the morning. Guys were writing poems and messages for their loved ones. By afternoon it was clear that Neha was the top contender. She was leading her nearest rival by 24 red cards. She was tense but confident of winning the contest. She desperately wanted to win and grab that modeling offer. Before going to the show, she was leading by a huge margin of 17 votes. She looked set to win comfortably. The stage was set and the big moment arrived. The comperer on stage announced loudly “this year’s Rose queen is …..“Sanjana””. Appadi podu aruvaala. My strategy had worked. I waited till the last moment to put in a black card for Neha and also put a red card for Sanjana. Black card means minus one and Neha was pushed down by 2 votes. And guess what, I made 9 more of my friends to do the same. None of them have ever seen Sanjana in their lives. Hahaha. Neha bit the dust by 3 votes, ultimately. Adding insult to her injury, we paid the comperer to read out my black message in the stage. The comperer read out aloud “Zindagi mein yahan mile they hum, lekin aagae kahin mat milna” (we have met here, but never meet me in my lifetime again). People were surprised at my message; they didn’t understand why someone would write such a message for a beautiful girl. But I knew Neha would understand the message pretty well. She was in her final year, so this was her last chance to grab that modeling chance. She was almost in tears. I went near her and said “kanna, puyal adichha maram kodi dhaan saayum”. I walked past her, turned back and pointing my index finger to her face “naa adichha indha olagamae saanjidum”. She was like “kya kya”. I made a sympathetic face and said “well what I meant was life is unfair at times, you get punished for no mistake of yours” . I put my sunglasses on and walked swiftly towards the exit.
An amusing story overall, but a very revealing, realistic, admirable one from the hero's point of view! :clap: