THE NEW RAKHI SAWANT THAT I MET

I generally avoid watching Rakhi Sawant videos that keep flooding the internet, because, well...they are just crap...with her forever yapping nonsense just for publicity sake ( nothing sane or serious ever )...but...as they say ~ 'love her, hate her, you just cannot ignore her'. 'Cannot escape her' would be the correct term as she'd somehow slither into our social media feeds one way or the other doing crazy antics in front of the paparazzi as that seems to be her sole motive. If watching crap is your ideal way to do time pass, watching her on youtube videos can serve that purpose fully. A recent video podcast of hers on Rahul Mahajan's channel chanced upon my feeds and I ended up watching till the end. There was so much 'bakchodi' that I kept laughing throughout uncontrollably. It was late night almost at 11.30pm; everyone was asleep and I was laughing like crazy. I never heard so much crazy stuff at one go, continuous. So many crass, adult, non-veg stuff too that Rakhi Sawant blabbered via her crappy jokes shamelessly. Ufff...that video...interview or whatever it was - was insane. So, much so...that I actually ended up dreaming about Rakhi Sawant that night. Of course, it felt real...until I woke and realised it was a dream. Phew @madness!

So, I was walking the lanes of Bombay's famous bollywood and the who's who and passed by Rakhi Sawant's palatial house. As I stood near the huge impenetrable gates, I saw the diva herself approaching. She told me she'd take me to her home. I followed her. Instead of guiding me inside that humongous flashy house, she instead stepped on the narrow dirt lane that went behind. After walking for sometime, we reached what could be described as a 'modest' looking much-smaller house made of low cost materials. This was her real home, she declared. The other one though she owned it was just a facade, 'for showoff', for the outside world. But, this was where her heart lied. She took me inside and told me to sit. I saw an old man instructing something to two children of perhaps seven and ten years old. He was her uncle, she said. She then excused herself, telling she needed to change and went inside. The man took over and told me that she'll be back after she freshened up. I asked if these children were his. He said no, that they were Rakhi's. Her own children. I was surprised because Rakhi Sawant didn't have any children as per her own interviews.

I saw a lady enter the room. The man said, Rakhi is back, talk to her now. He proceeded to take the children to another room to keep away their toys and prepare them to study. I looked at this new woman with surprise. She looked nothing like Rakhi Sawant I had accompanied earlier. She had no make up and was very pretty. And most of all, there was not an iota of artificiality in her appearance or in what she spoke. Her voice was sweet, soft and so pleasing almost like music so unlike the regular voice that we often heard on TV. She told me, this was her real life, her happiness was with her children and living a simple, peaceful life behind that curtain of glitz and glamour. The children...I asked, who/where was their father. Her face suddenly turned sad. She said it was the saddest chapter of her life.

The uncle re-entered the room and joined in our conversation. He said, Rakhi should move on now, start truly living. He then proceeded to add that there was this neighbourhood man who was very good at heart and caring, and, would be a very good choice for her. Rakhi interrupted, that he was just a good man who was fond of her kids and brought them gifts everyday without fail, even during bad weathers. But the uncle replied, he loved their mother too, and he kept coming because it was also his excuse to see her. Rakhi blushed at this piece of information. Maybe, she said, maybe if he says something then she'd consider. A smile lit in her uncle's face, 'so dono side se ladoo phut rahe hai', he exclaimed happily. Rakhi nodded shyly. This was such a different Rakhi Sawant coy and simple, and, I was glad to see things working out for her atlast.

And then...I woke up. Sometimes what you see and hear when awake does impact your brain, and, affect your dreams, I realised. Lol :o


the podcast that triggered my dream...




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THE WAIT

"Wait for me in the new Alley," he said. "I will come," he promised.

And so, I waited. Days turned into months. Months turned into years. I waited.

The paint in the walls dried and slowly peeled off; but, I waited.

Weathered now through decades, the structure too started crumbling. I still waited.

My once black hair had turned into a blob of grey.; my vivacious youth, now lost away. I still waited.

The place that promised his return ~ I sat on that alley, everyday.

The legs wobbled, of the bench that was once sturdy.

Trying to balance, I waited.




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I saw her, laughing and chatting with her co-passengers, looking radiant exactly as I had seen in her pictures, and, I instantly knew, if she was here, he'd not be far - he was somewhere in the train coach too although I hadn't spotted him yet; but, with every second as my emotions got suddenly stirred by the very thought of him I knew I had to see him, just once - no, I no longer felt anything for him, not after knowing he had married ( and also had children ), but the yearn was still there just to see him once.

We had parted ways almost three dacades back, but, I was always his first choice his high school love - and I was unknowingly possessive of that fact; I was the one whom he had madly chased for months on end, I was the one whom he had first proclaimed his feelings for and made his vows to - no, we were not married, but, he had still vowed to be by my side always yet, it was me who had thrown it all away; and, it was because I left that she had entered his life - so, I'd always be someone special for him, and he, for me.

But, don't get me wrong, I no longer want him in my life - not in that way anyway; it was just a fleeting feeling creeping up inside something I could not describe... I just wanted to see him close, once - see how he looked or had become after so many years; also, the fact that I knew he was present in the train, the yearn only grew so I started looking for him, went to where his wife was sitting, in their compartment - but, he wasn't there.

I decided to wait till we got to our destination and it was when I finally saw him from a distance as he unloaded their luggage with his wife still chatting excitedly by his side she was lovely ~ no wonder they were still married...I could have been in her place if I hadn't let him go... was it a little 'envy' that I felt...maybe, but I knew it was just a passing feeling...not something I really wanted cos' I was in a happy space of life too; but still, I had to see him...and perhaps, just say a hello...after all we did have so many memories together...those that can never be erased, those that made us into what we had become.

I looked through the bushes, as I observed them sitting on few benches near the platform perhaps waiting for their cab, an unusual string tugging at my heart as I saw him look into his mobile, patiently hearing his wife's chatter too simultaneously, while also occasionally nodding at his other co-passengers who were travelling with him... and, merely looking at him stirred so many feelings in me... he had gained weight and looked quite different, no longer the boy I knew, he was a grown man now, with responsibilites; I knew this was my only chance, to walk up to him for we may never meet again.

I saw him briefly walking away from the others talking to someone on phone, and, I rushed... this was it, I thought..I had to go up to him now and so I went hurriedly to the trees where he was standing against, close..closer...something caught his attention as I approached and he looked towards his group; I was standing nearly in front of him now, with just a tree-branch separating us, the rustle of the leaves though made him look back in a startle...and then, he saw me ~ he froze as our eyes met...'tumi' he barely whispered... questioned... thousands of memories shed eons ago, came flooding back.





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