Friday, March 18, 2011

Of Morning walks and uphill talks.


I still remember the good days, which I fondly called the Golden days. We used to walk up the hill road to Robert’s Height every weekday, and the weekdays were six in number. Me and Her. Like a moth building a cocoon, starting from a single strand, we two had started off from a very clichéd common interest, to get wings. It could be clichéd for anyone, but not for me, nor for her either. We liked astronomy, no, not the song, but the subject that is rarely talked of in the place we dwelled. Sometimes, someone’s utopian retreat is someone else’ bottleneck. It used to be pleasant talk. We looked forward to talking to each other every day. Though we used to travel together in the jeep also, we seldom talked with other people around. 

I used to be a brisk walker. She always used to have company, oh popular, that she was, still is. She used to joke while we walked together, “Someday, you will start to walk slowly, like a snail like me”. I used to laugh it off. Little did she realize how many people we had started to overtake while walking. The world really slowed down those mornings. 

Monkeys used to be a problem for girls, they held much more expertise at eve teasing when compared to men in that area, which was literally nil. Though they did not snatch snacks or pick pocket anybody, but their million dollar grin while we passed along was enough to think of the possibilities. 

Sometimes, I used to kick a stone or a pine cone along the ascent while she used to nag me “Stop being so childish”, though she is younger than me. I liked walking in silt deposited on the edges of the roadside canals, and she literally used to pull me out of it. I never succeeded in cajoling her to try it, soft silk like soil.

We used to talk, about teachers, about childhood, future, theories of science, rockets, space and my journey endless. I wasn’t any writer, but when she used to be upset was I realized how the words lent themselves easily into strings forming chorus or rhymes, and that too with a left hand (Your left is my right). Though it was only when she was upset, which was once in a blue moon. So I did not rhyme most of the time, more like a broken symphony.

Those fifteen minutes ascent, or maybe five, that I am not too sure of, were pure delight. Her father was a strict man, and I was really apprehensive of what he thought of me. I thought that he would never trust his daughter with any stranger. Oh yes, it did matter to me, what he thought of me, though I never asked. For me, his attitude towards me was impenetrable. And I easily believed the worse. It was her mother who later told me that she talks of me on the dinner table too often. I wanted to go hoola hooping round the square or jump from a height when I came to know of this. He trusts me, as she says.

It was one of those fine mornings, when her mood was grave. With a stern look on her face and a resolve in her eyes had she asked me, “If I asked you a question today, would you put your heart in and answer me truly?”. Though a little curious about what could be troubling her, I tried to assure her in the nonchalance of our walk that I would. She tried to reconfirm my answer and my faith in it. I turned towards her and just nodded. She signaled me to bend a little so that she could put her mouth near my ear and asked, in a very hushed tone:

“Bhaiya, Ye melody itni chocolaty kyun hai?”
(Brother, Why is melody so chocolaty?)

And burst out in a heartful laughter. I covered my eyes and joined in. An era came to pass, we’re still the same.

60 comments:

Bhargavi Kashyap said...

....and that too with a left hand (Your left is my right)

This is so so cute :)

Always Happy said...

Anshul, I didnt see that ending coming at all. haha...

So did you answer,'' melody khao khud jaan jao?''

Oh, are those cell protecting antioxidants the secret behind your good writing?

Tanvi said...

Thats my story.. in real life :P lol :D Its very cute and sweet :) :)

Cheers,

Alka Gurha said...

Choclaty post...as delightful as your walking companion.

Saumya said...

ohhh...that was really sweet....:)

Giribala said...

You are still the same! Or maybe not...

Fatima said...

Wasn't it a real one!!
Nyc one...enjoyed reading it and ah! your left is my right... :P

Nice read...delighted to read !

Take Care.

Nethra said...

The climax was quite unpredictable and a good write up. *likes*

I wanna ask you too, "Bhaiya, Ye melody itni chocolaty kyun hai?” :P

☆ Rià ღ said...

Hw sweet...loved the way it ended. :)

Blasphemous Aesthete said...

@Bhargavi
It is, really :P Thank You.

@Always Happy
I wish my brains worked normally while we were together. :P

@Tanvi
Its mine too, parts of it.

@Alka
You have no idea what sweetness is she. :D

@Saumya
:) Thank You

@Giribala
Things don't change on my end, how are you?

@Fatima
It was, and it is dear to me. :D

@Nethra
Thank You :)

@Ria
Such is her. :D

Mansi said...

I just couldn't stop laughing!!
hahaha
that was superb!!

yasha said...

Kahani mein twist??
haha good one Anshul.

Neeha said...

Ha,such a cute one.
Chocolaty post:)

Chandana said...

haha... i got so involved in reading and trying to see where the story was going that, the end was quite a shock!
Some walking companion she is :D

Eon Heath said...

Hey, Hi
have missed out on your recent posts, my apologies. hmmm, that was an amazing build up for the ultimate goof up!! (of the readers' thoughts)

nicely done, or rather, nicely executed...

Regards,
The Silhouette...

Blasphemous Aesthete said...

@Mansi
:) Glad that it made you laugh.

@Yasha
kabhi kabhi aisa bhi hota tha

@Neeha
:)

@Chandana
I just hope you recover soon. :P

@Eon Heath
Even I was tricked. :)

Animesh Ganguly said...

ahh..nice..nice... i was into the groove for an emotional ending....nevertheless, a nice read... gives a feel good factor...with smile... :)

Jules said...

What a lovely light-hearted story. Great ending, laughter :)
Jules @ Trying To Get Over The Rainbow

Paulami said...

hehehe
did not see that coming..but yup would have loved the other ending that i was somehow anticipating :)
and yes the pic doesn't go with the post at all, th e first one i mean

Himanshu said...

nice one

Sh@s said...

Here after a long time. And, your posts have a charm of its own they never fail to put a smile on my face.
Good one.

Blasphemous Aesthete said...

@Animesh
Life isn't always ending the emotional style, some help us bend it a bit too.

@Jules
Yes, it is :)

@Paulami
Can't help much with the image, it takes more time to search for a decent image matching with the post than to write the post itself.

@Himanshu
Thank You.

@Shas
Keep smiling then :)

Ana_treek said...

So nice :) :)

Rekha said...

Entertaining...I love how your brain takes devious twists to come up with something so enjoyable...
Made my weekend as any reforming chocolate addict will confirm....posts like these And I'll hit the melody path again.. :D
Happy Holi if you do celebrate...

hopelessly flawed said...

:)

divsi said...

:):) m all grinning....:))
good one anshul

Vivek Chamoli said...

Hi Anshul,

what a lovely post , I loved it.
It bring back my golden days as well ..very similar to yours , yeah Monkeys were teasers really..and if they are in more in Nos it used to give headache how to cross it.

Thanks for sharing ..nice read:)

And wish you and your family a very colorful happy Holi.

take care
enjoy.

mk said...

To start with..the refreshing walks, and simple talks....
you make up the mood...to have some romantic affair and then...
twist it to end up in a funny note...really great!! :P

Blasphemous Aesthete said...

@Ana
Thank You :)

@Rekha
Yes, I do....wish you a colorful Holi too :)

@hopelessly flawed
:) :)

@divsi
thank you Divsi :)

@Vivek Chamoli
Wish you a colorful holi too :)

@mk
Had it been told before, what fun would it be? :P

Uncommon Sense said...

it was very good actually

Purba said...

Was that a climax or an anti-climax! And she called you Bhaayya...tch...tch...

Good one btw :)

Mehak said...

this piece started off and developed so brilliantly that the end was a bit of an anticlimax. lol. it left me speechless for a moment then i burst out laughing.
amazing light hearted twist there! loved it!

Tanishka said...

Now this is what i wanted to wanted to read... It was so cute... I loved it n super like it... Wish blogspot too had a like button.... :)

Beyond Horizon said...

'Sweetest' is the word...what can I say more...and she really loves you :)

Blasphemous Aesthete said...

@Uncommon Sense
Thank You!

@Purba
I was tempted to use that word before too...but that would have spoilt all the fun :P

@Mehak
Such is my life, twisted :P

@Tanishka
LOL, glad that you liked it soooo much :)

@Poonam
Yes, she does :)

Megha said...

hehe....good one :)
Melody hai choclaty..

suruchi said...

offooooooooooooooooo..i knew there was going to be a twist..but this is more like a tornado..a sweet one albeit:-)

my god...the serious BA can actually be funny too and a really good one at that..are bhaiyya, aaj date kaunwa hain...kahin 1st april to nahi;-)

Nehha N Josshi said...

haha...you reminded me of the "melody" days :)

sm said...

beautiful post
good days are golden days

Blasphemous Aesthete said...

@Megha
Bilkul sahi baat :P

@Suruchi
You never know, life's a roller coaster, sometimes it takes us on a high too :P :) Glad that you liked it.

@Nehha
Everybody has had them, ain't it? :)

@sm
good days are indeed golden days.

nidhi said...

the ending is really funny :D

meerasrajan said...

Really nice.. I liked the way you led it up to the climax and then introduced that Melody punch line!!

Cinderella said...

Off the tangent. Until about 2 yrs bk from now, perhaps 3, I used to have at least 5-6 melodies everyday, for about 4 yrs straight. I have no idea why.

Loved the post. The delicate lil twist at the end. Wonderful.

Som said...

wow ... i am glad i read this piece. There is something poetic in your writing ....

keep up the good work.

Anita :) said...

Awesome...! :D
Loved the line : "Sometimes, someone’s utopian retreat is someone else’ bottleneck."

Blasphemous Aesthete said...

@Nidhi
Thank You :)

@Meera
Thank You, and welcome here.

@Cinderella
Why did you stop eating them, they don't taste any different even today :P

@Som
Is it? Oh Thank you !

@Anita
When you live it, you know it :)

Lilangel said...

Need I add anything more :)

Lovely n cute post :)

Sayak said...
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Sayak said...

I liked the fragrance of the fresh air that baked a good cake and of course the chocolaty melody that was an icing on it. :)

Sidrah said...

aww.. that was sweet..chocolaty =P

Andy said...

Very nice read.

aria said...

and we always expect a romantic twist .. so that was a nice twist .. brought a chocolaty smile.. :)

Pranavam Ravikumar a.k.a. Kochuravi said...

Great post...! Nice caption too. My wishes.

Blasphemous Aesthete said...

@LilAngel
Its your wish lady. :)

@Sayak
:-)

@Sidrah
and yet I had n clue, why was it so? :P Only its dawned to me the next day.

@Andy
Thank You

@Aria
Assertion and Reason and the Consequences... I will try to make the twists more random, if they happen again.

@Pranavam Ravikumar
Thank you!

Ankita said...

This is really so cute...expressed beautifully...your blog is always so good to read...:)

Jane Doe said...

That was delightfully lovely! Such vivid, heartfelt memories.

Alcina said...

Hahahaha..It had all the elements of part of every emotion..

Lovely!

Pesto Sauce said...

I always wanted to live in a hill station, metros simply bug

suruchi said...

Did u manage to get the Melody guys to pay you for this???
You must;-)

Blasphemous Aesthete said...

@Ankita
Thank you :)

@Jane
:)

@Alcina
thank you :)

@Pesto Sauce
Did I not say, someone's retreat is someone's bottleneck? :P

@Suruchi
eh emm..not really, I thought it would be good for charity.

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