The Matrix...

As I sit in the tube with wings, a plug is inserted into the back of my head. The process of leaving the real world has started. When the door opens after 2 hours, I am in the Matrix. Here, everything has been programmed to have fun. In our coded language we call it “The Gaahsss”

Time flies. Everything’s a blur with thousands of moments sticking in between as snapshots on the memory. An old familiar sight of Rompy coming out of bathroom in a towel…Then a totally unfamiliar sight of his transformation into a bridegroom …… a Sehra around him.. …climbing on the ‘Ghodi’.....ribbon cutting…. Acting in time to prevent hiding of shoes by the bride side….The ferraasss…

These snapshots also includes many firsts. First time getting really involved with a marriage ceremony. First time dancing in front of a horse….. a “milni” with bride’s brother (that is an honor)…. being privy to a bridegroom’s mind….

For 3 consecutive days, time to return back home is 3 AM, 4 AM, 6 AM – an indicative of The Gaah.. Throw in the Dilli… err... Chandigarh ki Sardi, A Big Black SUV, old friends and there are 3 AM high speed excursions, 4 AM gupp shupp in 5 star hotel’s round-the-clock eateries or simply browsing the city roads.

Programs are not without flaws. The Matrix has a bug too.. The program called Sun has been inconsistent. ‘The creator’ fixes the bug for a day and it’s time to sit in the sunshine under a quilt, with novel in one hand and hot coffee in other. Bhupendra is singing “jaadon ki narm dhoop aur.. aaangan mein let kar……….dil dhooondta hai fer vohi fursat ke raat din”

Now It’s time to unplug – to come to the real world.

A Historical Day

Peeking through the wall

As I climbed down the gym steps, I observed something which was quite similar to what was happening today.

There was a big marriage function in the hall adjoining the gym and there was a wall separating me and the sprawling lawn sprayed with people, delicacies on the tables. I could see all of this through the slits designed in the wall. Far away in Chandigarh a similar fest was on. Punnu (Puneet), my friend since class 5^th (or was it 4^th) was getting married to Neetu (Bhavneet), again my very good friend. The wall in this case was obviously the distance while frequent updates by Rompy played the role of slits in the wall.

24^th November will be registered as the first momentous occasion in the history of my core group of closest friends. Unfortunately, I will follow up on the proceedings on the DVD only. I think it is quite a logical and blissful turn on the path which, as far as my memory goes, came to light when clandestine STD calls were made when we friends were on a week long holiday in Shimla. Now that I try to remember, I really don’t recall which year or which Shimla trip it was. Guess Rompy can help me on this.

And now that I have mentioned Shimla trips, guess they have missed a place on this blog till now. They were exceptional and demand a mention here.. Sometime soon!!