Love at first sight

It was love at first sight. It really was. He came and told me "Ready sir". I said "Make sure she's lubricated and all her nuts and bolts are tight...I dont want noise when I ride her". He took me to the room where she was kept. I looked at her longingly. "Take off all those covers", I said. He tore them apart violently. I handed him two thousand two hundred rupees. a good bargain for this beauty. And then, there was no one left between us. I put her between my legs and climbed on top of her...My brand new bicycle.


Every NITan knows what a luxury a bicycle is.


The evening went in showing off my brand new Hero Exodus, the object of my affection for the last two weeks. Everyone wanted to ride her...And I allowed them. The next morning was bliss when I took her to the chemical engineering department, two kilometres from the hostel. I had missed all the first lectures of the last semester losing time walking all the way, but today it was just a matter of five minutes and there she stood shining with pride in the parking lot of the C.E.D. Even the HOD's Activa looked so dull in front of her. He must've fumed in jealousy!
On the way Ihad met Ellie. She too loved the cycle. She and her friends gazed at her in awe...How could something be this beautiful?
And then...When all the girls of my class went Fida over her, I felt as though they were admiring me...Yes, I was in love with my Exodus.
Of course the Quirk had to come up with something to Bakrafy me so he went around saying that it was actually "Ek Sau Dus" (Hindi for one hundred and ten) which apparently is my weight...Well! There were many envious of this metallic red babe. They'd say mean things like "Its a twig sticking behind your ass!" or "RED! How Gujju" or "Whoa! This cycle must be too good man...It can carry you!". But me and Exodus stood through it all, in fact rode through it all.
The other day Mansi had also admired it. Bhavna and Anubhuti said it was cool. Ayushi decided to ride it. Charu tried, but couldn't. Shruti said it looked cool. Supriya came running all the way from the girls hostel to the staff club just to see my cycle. Kreisel and Yeshaswini wanted to ride her too. And Anchal just kept stealthily following it around near the department. She was being stalked, my Exodus. Those were the happiest days of my life...

Yesterday The quirk and I decided to hog the latest unlimited pizza offer in this local pizza place. So my cycle went into the hands of someone going towards the hostel, that was the last time I saw her, after two weeks of passionate love.
That night there were EIGHT brand new cycles stolen from the hostel. The security guard was fast asleep and the thieves had come and taken 'em away. And the Ek Sau dus must have been their first target, considering her extreme beauty.
And then the hysterical morning followed. I went to the stand to find her missing. I cursed the guy who I thought had decided to ride it a little longer. But when Rajdeep came to inform me about his missing cycle, my eyes widened with shock.
Hoping it was a mess worker who ha taken it, I lodged a complaint with the hostel office. Initially they shood me off to the security officer who had no clue how an Exodus looked. I went back to the hostel office to submit my bill when I heard that the chief hostel warden was there, I walked into his dazzling room where he was discussing the fumigation of some hostel. He looked at me and I said "Sir, Cycle theft". He said expressionlessly "We will take necessary action. We will punish the guard and give you an old cycle to use". I could have burst into tears...What do they know the affection that had built up between me and my Exodus (actually it was more of the conversation I was able to have with the girls...)
But I saw a way across. I went around telling them all the tale of my stolen cycle while they sympathetically comforted me...
My love. She left her fond touch behind even after our parting after a short, but high voltage affair of two weeks...

Authors note: I am not a flirt...Mind it!

Marina on a Summer Sunday Night

Marina on a summer sunday night.
The infinite conceptualised.
Cries of mirth, happiness and ecsasy,
Washed away by the waves of time.
The grey green path to the horizon,
Presided over by the veiled heaven,
Ebbs and sways precariously,
But ends up at their mighty feet.
At the arrogant wave's humble fall,
The oblivious people rejoice,
Uncaring what tomorrow may bring,
Their eyes twinkling at the cloudy sky.

The reply is a flash of light,
Streaking across the unattainable,
And then they scatter like a swarm of bees,
Whose nectar filled hive has been destroyed.

The confirmation of the karmic theory arrives.

We all leave our footprints in the sand,
To be washed away by the waves of time...