Drooling and Dumpling..

Summers are interesting seasons you actually want to put off everything you are wearing but yet have to worry what people will think about you, Summers In Delhi were onset and Kudrat was ready to cope with all the weather change around him, from long skirts of girls to hot pants, From small streets of his town to national highways.. Taxis to metro’s, Shops to malls everything was ironically dynamic around him. Like a freshman he was adopting to the details of his surroundings.. Destiny could have given him sometime before putting him into a new roller coaster ride but things are not that simple.

Swadha was descendent about her new job and working hard to make it work. Her challenges were increasing day by day. She knew how to handle the situations but her measurable tendencies could put things on stake sometimes, for Swadha nothing goes for a ride even the smallest details are truly important. Perfection was her “mantra” and “dedication” was her tool. She was a reserve person she always kept work to work with people around her, because her positive aura (consisted of her smooth and sensuous voice, her lightning eyes and tender smile) could not let people to be away from her, Her Assisters look up to her for guidance and for fellows she was the best advisor.

Samar the new guy in the college was trying to make his mark on colleagues and instructors, Swadha was Obliviously his favorite instructor, He keep talking about her to Kudrat most of the times Kudrat would have given a piece of mind to it if he would have got time from all the new bees around him. Well “Bees” was the term Samar gave to all the girls hovering around Kudrat, he sometimes felt irritated due to them as Kudrat was the only friend to him and those girls used to Sting him away in order to make their space around Kudrat.. one texting, another calling, and one bee even came to their place with flowers and food . Samar use to enjoy it until unless he had good food and his space with Kudrat. Once that space is overwhelmed by somebody’s presence he would get mad .

That’s how things were going on Drooling and dumpling in the lives of Delhi’s new comers and a not so Delhi’ite girl.

KUDRAT..

Kudrat just landed in Delhi a couple of months ago at the onset of summer Knocking in March2006 Kudrat came along with a friend to pursue his career in Delhi so that he could get better exposure and opportunities. Kudrat with his immense charm and alluring smile could easily capture the minds around him indifferent to a male or female. He was simple looking boy but there was something not so simple about him few told that it’s the way he carries himself, and few said his nice and friendly attitude towards people and positivity which can fill the dead with life.

Kudrat’s best friend Samar got admission in one of the best painting schools at mandi house. And convinced Kudrat to persue his career in Delhi rather than “Niyah” a small town near Goa.  Things were simple with Kudrat “either it has to be or not”. He was one mischievous soul, and quite next door kind of person. He was equipped with sharp brain gelled up with creativity. His qualities and looks always mend him popularity amongst the people around him. Which usually kept on adding to the list of                 “Girl- friends” to his list, Out of which few claimed to be his Girlfriends? Well may be …But Kudrat was never bothered about them he always wanted people around him to be happy. “He always longed for somebody who would explore the other side of him.”

SWADHA...

Swadha was now having experience of around eight years in her over all academic and carrier in painting and fine arts. Her latest job at Sarvopalli School of Arts at Mandi House was mending her the required remuneration and satisfaction, money was never a preference as the family was earning well including her father, brother and even mother. Acquaintances kept on happening in her daily mundane and things were going quite well. Swadha was easy going, well mannered and cultured person ,kind of hard to find in Metros like Delhi. Things were going quite good with her boyfriend Vanraj with whom she was in relationship from around 2 years. Vanraj was a dynamic, centered stable and handsome man, he worked with some MNC and was doing well in his career. Swadha and Vanraj made a good couple even their personalities complimented each other, Swadha with Mediocre height ,long locks,fair and soft looks and Vanraj was antonym- tall, dark and handsome. Her parents liked Vanraj but the reason of cast difference always kept him out of the list of prospect Males for marriage. On contrary Sawdha’s parents without any gap every weekend used to take her to coffee with different males some from acquaintances and rest from Matrimonial websites. Everything was going on perfect and smooth like a perfect life. But Swadha always longed for something else

A Little more about it...

Well before I introduce the characters to the blog, I just want to take you to a small concise about story which is yet to be started.

Contrasting any other story its about A girl and a guy (Oops… other stories to have a girl and a guy, I certainly have no doubt that sexes have been the major interest of Writers whenever it comes to a story).  So a guy and girl, it pertains a different aspect of love… more than lovers and friends. They love each other with the gratitude of winning hearts; they can be anything for each other whenever required. For them love is just not confined in a boy-girl relation, affair, mechanically falling in love and experiencing romance.. For them it was just about being there for each other no matter what , and that too without expectations, demands and selfless love and respect for their families.

Nothing more to reveal about the story just a short cut to story-

A Parsi boy “Kudrat Manikwala (20)”  falls for “Swadha Pandey(24)” a Brahmin girl. Its about love, care, passion and respect for families and your culture, its about the way world appears when you fall in love wisely.. or enough wisely (to discover that no matter how wise you are in love you will always be stupid) and to do the thing which is right for your families and society.

Its Silly, Simple and practical-

Prologue

The most unstructured set of feelings which just cannot be defined in words. Even the writer of century was failed to exactly define this “L” word. There is always a thin procession between sanity and insanity when you talk about love “well in case if you have experienced real one”, those who did not experienced it yet just wait and watch. You would surely agree to my statement someday.

From infancy to our adulthood we nearly we experience eight kinds of love. The bread and butter of life is foremost mother’s love the kind of daintiness we experience is compared to nothing in the entire universe. Then comes father’s love gentle firm and as usually said just like “coconut” what people refer to Firm outside and soft inside, the siblings – the love which helps us to understand that “how harmful it can be to peep in your elder brother’s room midnight when he is busy chatting his girl friend, and it surely is very harmful when you leave half chewed bubblegum on your sisters dressing table which might end up in getting her new haircut. Well in some cases love is all about making us interlinked to life realities and make us grow more mature.

And the list for eight kinds of love losts in between girl next door, next to next door, next to another door , your sister’s new friend, your brother’s girlfriend’s friend and the list goes on and on till the time at the some point of mature age you find somebody with whom you can spend your entire life and at that very moment you realize that’s what you are waiting, He or she is the one… !! ??

Love and about Love

My work of fiction is a result of my detailed study of human nature and its reaction towards every kind of relation and pros and cons of being mother, father, sister, brother, friend, lover, husband or wife. The blog will be updated in three days and two times a week. Since it is my first public writing I had tried my best to maintain professionalism, and any positive feedbacks are certainly welcome.

The reading of my blog might help you to stress out from daily mundane and youngsters might understand the value of serious relationships in their lives. Relationships are not the matter of fun we should just give a try to love in every phase without caring about it. Just fall in love and give it a chance to rule you, trust in it and let it drive you safely through your way because pain in love is the biggest healing to life.

Think again is he or she is really………….. what if the things didn’t turned the way we wanted them to be, what if the one you desire the most can never be yours or you end up having all of them. Lets find out through my blog what happens next....