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Chapter 5A: Dj Vu
"Beep beep… Arre chal bhi aab!… Ye gaadi ko kya hogaya abh… beep!"
(It starts with)
One thing / I don't know why
It doesn't even matter how hard you try
Keep that in mind / I designed this rhyme
To explain in due time
Typical Mumbai. Voices… unheard… People… unseen… Time… timeless… Mumbai, sapno ka shehar. Or so was the claim. The familiar thought left a bitter taste in his mouth once again. People came to this city with dreams… aspirations… hope… life… Indifferently he shifted his glance across the tinted black glass to his side. Behind it, lay the city… Mumbai City… While reflecting off it, was the distant outline of a man… a man who had come to this very city… and left… without anything. Once there was a dream… an aspiration… a hope… there was even life. But now, there was nothing… but the crusted outline of footsteps. He turned his eyes towards the muddy puddle laying beneath a street vendor's cart. An oblivious foot stepped into the freshly moist dirt… Faintly, he could hear the cursing voice of the owner, as he continued without a look at the imprint he had unknowingly left…
All I know
time is a valuable thing
Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings
Watch it count down to the end of the day
The clock ticks life away
"Honk honk…"
Jerking back to the present, he returned to his current occupation and pressed down on the gas.
It's so unreal
Didn't look out below
Watch the time go right out the window
Trying to hold on / but didn't even know
Wasted it all just to
Watch you go
He could feel a strangeness tingle at the ends of his fingertips today… it seemed to expand slowly throughout the course of his body… It was a feeling… For years, he had forgotten it… lost it within the monotonous rhythm of his self-made life. That feeling of familiarity… It disgusted him… in fact he abhorred it… Because familiarity had brought him only pain, anguish, betrayal… There was only sense that he had come to know… Bitter, she had called him. A bubble of ironic laughter welled up within his innards. Was there something he was supposed to feel sweet about… clearly, the notion had slipped his mind. Perhaps there was… afterall, living the way he did, was certainly an accomplishment. His life was perfect… perfect… monotonous… The steady hum of the engine droned to a stop and he looked up expectantly. Stepping out of the black machine, he stood facing the dazzling letters jumping off the top of the entrance… "dj vu"… Sweet irony, he thought as the significance of the name swept him back to another time…
I kept everything inside and even though I tried / it all fell apart
What it meant to me / will eventually / be a memory / of a time when I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
(Flashback)
Khaab dekhe jhoote moote
Batiyaa banaane kaise
Sajna anari baiyman…
Holding the silvery shawl closer, she entered into a coloured world of shadows… the regret steadily increasing with each step. Already, she could feel unseen eyes caressing her silhouetted figure… but she shrugged off the uncomforting thought with a tight smile as a bright face shimmered at her. Just this once, she told herself comfortably. "Gauri, kya hua? Chal na" (Gauri, what happened? Com'on). Before a thought crossed her mind, she felt herself being dragged between a throng of bodies drugged by the enticing melody…
… Kaise batoon tujhe baat jiya kii
Jaanu main toh jaanu saari chaal piya kii
Chain mera loote loote
Ratiyaan jagaye mujhe
Sanjna anari baiyman…
As she passed the various bodies moving to the tune, she could see the world condense for them… it was as though nothing else existed. She hated crowds. But the thought of their unabashed bliss held an inspiring note, and she felt the corners of her lips turn upwards sparingly… while joining the still smiley-faced owner on the dance floor.
The music was louder where she stood… she could almost feel it thump within her… the vibrations were slender, beginning to become demanding. She had always loved dancing… but there was a strange awkwardness hanging over her… a sensation of being the object of another's conscious glance. Looking up expectantly, she found nothing but the haze of bodies. It was rare when she stepped into places like this… In fact, she could only discreetly recall doing so once. Then, it was almost a duty… a need… a need to prove herself… He had provoked her. The thought broke off quickly much to her relief, while the smile afore turned into a concerned frown, "You alright?" asked the tender voice. Shaking her head loosely, she waved off the worried look on her companion's face, which read her discomfort. "Pakka?" Offering a small smile, she squinted her eyes in response.
She found herself concentrate on the smile again… the one that belonged to a friend, a dear friend… Shalini. Shalini Mehta… her best friend… who apparently is in "love" with a guy she had barely met – didn't even know the name of - while attending a sangeet ceremony of another friend, this past summer. Love, she thought. It was inexplicable, beyond her understanding… It was an bizarre passion, a hint of which she had gathered in Shalini's dazzling eyes. She had always admired those kinds of individuals… people with passion. It was more than a feeling, it was an experience. She only recalled a depth within her once… a few years ago… That raw intensity… she recalled the embers it had ignited within her… something she had never believed capable of… But then he had always driven to her an edge. He. Her throat suddenly felt dry…
Gesturing to Shalini, she threaded rigidly through the unfazed throng. Her throat already burning with thirst, she increased her pace to the counter. At last, her hand reached the marble of the counter. "A glass of water, please," she fumbled with the words. As soon as the glass was laid, she grabbed it between her fingers, allowing the liquid to thunder down her throat. Why the hell was he invading her thoughts all of a sudden? Khadoos…
Feeling slightly anxious, she shifted her weight into the tall stool to the side. With empty thoughts and scattered vision, she looked around the crowd, and back. The ice juggled in the glass… It was Shalini's birthday, and here she was… forced by friendship. Her friend was in another world… and she felt happy for her, in a strange way but…
God, she hated crowds. She had always sought the open sky…
"Tumne kabhi socha hai, maine tumhara naam bijli kyun rakha?"
The ice slowed in its looseness… dulling to a stop. In place of the aimlessness moments before, a name writ itself in her mind… Shiv Kapoor. For a moment, she was idle, while the name accompanied a picture… which came an unexpected ease to her memory. Turning around with a controlled nonchalance, she addressed the familiar features… the familiar grin… This time her arteries did not flex… "Shiv Kapoor… Aap yahan?" It came more as a statement rather than a question, she realized too late.
His grin famously deepened… but only a little.
"Tumhara peecha kabhi na chodne ka tehka joh le rakha hai." (Since I've been obliged never to leave your side). The sarcasm was there… of course, dipped in reminiscence. Something flared up within her again…
Awkward silence.
Subconsciously, she pulled the shawl back over the part of her shoulder, which lay bare to the wandering eye… while her own cascaded past him. There was no thought in process, but a strange friction.
"Sach kehte hain… kuch cheezein kabhi nahin badaltee," (Its true… some things never change) he stated flatly, observing her hand swiftly pull up the betraying cover. An unknown comfort entered his zone…
She raised her eyebrow sceptically at his observation. There was an irony in her glance… she peered into his eyes. If she knew anything in this world, it was those eyes… Yet, she always found herself confused in their midst. He was sipping on something… some clear liquid… water? The shock of his presence was still strong… but she held it within, deep within. Her thoughts, his presence…
"You want to dance?" Her thoughts… his presence… rendezvous. What did he just say…
Comments/Criticisms/Suggestions, etc.
Songs: "In the End" by Link'in Park; "Sajna Anari" from "Race"
Cheers,
dc
Originally posted by: desi chic
Will reply to comments tomorrow... thanks all!😃
Chapter 5A: Dj Vu
"Beep beep... Arre chal bhi aab!... Ye gaadi ko kya hogaya abh... beep!" gaddi aage kar oye!
(It starts with)
One thing / I don't know why
It doesn't even matter how hard you try
Keep that in mind / I designed this rhyme
To explain in due time
Typical Mumbai. Voices... unheard... People... unseen... Time... timeless... Mumbai, sapno ka shehar. Or so was the claim. The familiar thought left a bitter taste in his mouth once again. People came to this city with dreams...aspirations... hope... life... Indifferently he shifted his glance across the tinted black glass to his side. Behind it, lay the city... Mumbai City... While reflecting off it, was the distant outline of a man' a man who had come to this very city' and left' without anything. Once there was a dream' an aspiration' a hope' there was even life. But now, there was nothing' but the crusted outline of footsteps. He turned his eyes towards the muddy puddle laying beneath a street vendor's cart. An oblivious foot stepped into the freshly moist dirt' Faintly, he could hear the cursing voice of the owner, as he continued without a look at the imprint he had unknowingly left'i guess that is the reality of life day...every person u meet, every day that passes leaves its imprints... we want them to or not doesn't matter
All I know
time is a valuable thing
Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings
Watch it count down to the end of the day
The clock ticks life away
"Honk honk'"chal hun...
Jerking back to the present, he returned to his current occupation and pressed down on the gas. is he a taxi driver???😕
It's so unreal
Didn't look out below
Watch the time go right out the window
Trying to hold on / but didn't even know
Wasted it all just to
Watch you go
He could feel a strangeness tingle at the ends of his fingertips today' it seemed to expand slowly throughout the course of his body' It was a feeling' For years, he had forgotten it' lost it within the monotonous rhythm of his self-made life. That feeling of familiarity' It disgusted him' in fact he abhorred it' Because familiarity had brought him only pain, anguish, betrayal' There was only sense that he had come to know' Bitter, she had called him.how dare she...pakka shiv ki baat toh suni hi nahi hogi na...and kissi bhi conclusion pe jump kar liya hoga A bubble of ironic laughter welled up within his innards. Was there something he was supposed to feel sweet about' clearly, the notion had slipped his mind. Perhaps there was' afterall, living the way he did, was certainly an accomplishment. His life was perfect' perfect' monotonous' The steady hum of the engine droned to a stop and he looked up expectantly. Stepping out of the black machine, he stood facing the dazzling letters jumping off the top of the entrance' "dj vu"' Sweet irony, he thought as the significance of the name swept him back to another time'
I kept everything inside and even though I tried / it all fell apart
What it meant to me / will eventually / be a memory / of a time when I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
(Flashback)
Khaab dekhe jhoote moote
Batiyaa banaane kaise
Sajna anari baiyman'
Holding the silvery shawl closer, she entered into a coloured world of shadows' the regret steadily increasing with each step. Already, she could feel unseen eyes caressing her silhouetted figure' but she shrugged off the uncomforting thought with a tight smile as a bright face shimmered at her. Just this once, she told herself comfortably. "Gauri, kya hua? Chal na" (Gauri, what happened? Com'on). Before a thought crossed her mind, she felt herself being dragged between a throng of bodies drugged by the enticing melody'
' Kaise batoon tujhe baat jiya kii
Jaanu main toh jaanu saari chaal piya kii
Chain mera loote loote
Ratiyaan jagaye mujhe
Sanjna anari baiyman'
As she passed the various bodies moving to the tune, she could see the world condense for them...oh di!i love this line my world also condenses when i see IQ it was as though nothing else existed. She hated crowds. But the thought of their unabashed bliss held an inspiring note, and she felt the corners of her lips turn upwards sparingly' while joining the still smiley-faced owner on the dance floor.
The music was louder where she stood' she could almost feel it thump within her' the vibrations were slender, beginning to become demanding. She had always loved dancing' but there was a strange awkwardness hanging over her' a sensation of being the object of another's conscious glance. Looking up expectantly, she found nothing but the haze of bodies. It was rare when she stepped into places like this' In fact, she could only discreetly recall doing so once. Then, it was almost a duty' a need' a need to prove herself' He had provoked her. The thought broke off quickly much to her relief, while the smile afore turned into a concerned frown, "You alright?" asked the tender voice. Shaking her head loosely, she waved off the worried look on her companion's face, which read her discomfort. "Pakka?" Offering a small smile, she squinted her eyes in response. God! what is wrong with this girl?😡
She found herself concentrate on the smile again' the one that belonged to a friend, a dear friend' Shalini. Shalini Mehta' her best friend' who apparently is in "love" with a guy she had barely met ' didn't even know the name of - while attending a sangeet ceremony of another friend, this past summer. Love, she thought. It was inexplicable, beyond her understanding' It was an bizarre passion, a hint of which she had gathered in Shalini's dazzling eyes. She had always admired those kinds of individuals' people with passion. It was more than a feeling, it was an experience. She only recalled a depth within her once' a few years ago' That raw intensity' synonym for shiv kapoor she recalled the embers it had ignited within her' something she had never believed capable of' But then he had always driven to her an edge. He. Her throat suddenly felt dry'
Gesturing to Shalini, she threaded rigidly through the unfazed throng. Her throat already burning with thirst, she increased her pace to the counter. At last, her hand reached the marble of the counter. "A glass of water, please," she fumbled with the words. As soon as the glass was laid, she grabbed it between her fingers, allowing the liquid to thunder down her throat. Why the hell was he invading her thoughts all of a sudden? Khadoos' A very handsome Khadoos😍
Feeling slightly anxious, she shifted her weight into the tall stool to the side. With empty thoughts and scattered vision, she looked around the crowd, and back. The ice juggled in the glass' It was Shalini's birthday, and here she was' forced by friendship. Her friend was in another world' and she felt happy for her, in a strange way but'
God, she hated crowds. She had always sought the open sky'
"Tumne kabhi socha hai, maine tumhara naam bijli kyun rakha?"Bijli...i like it...i so like it...i can actually hear him say this😳😳...u rock di
The ice slowed in its looseness' dulling to a stop. In place of the aimlessness moments before, a name writ itself in her mind' Shiv Kapoor. For a moment, she was idle, while the name accompanied a picture'trust me gauri i know the feeling...i always get it...man leaves his stamp on everyone...my condolsences which came an unexpected ease to her memory. Turning around with a controlled nonchalance, she addressed the familiar features' the familiar grin' This time her arteries did not flex' "Shiv Kapoor' Aap yahan?" It came more as a statement rather than a question, she realized too late.
His grin famously deepened' but only a little.Hai that grin...that half smile...😍
"Tumhara peecha kabhi na chodne ka tehka joh le rakha hai."I m so palcing theka for same thing...do u want the tender (Since I've been obliged never to leave your side). The sarcasm was there' of course, dipped in reminiscence. Something flared up within her again'
Awkward silence.
Subconsciously, she pulled the shawl back over the part of her shoulder, which lay bare to the wandering eye' while her own cascaded past him. There was no thought in process, but a strange friction. I am feeling the same friction here...😛
"Sach kehte hain' kuch cheezein kabhi nahin badaltee," jaise ki Shiv kapoor's style (Its true' some things never change) he stated flatly, observing her hand swiftly pull up the betraying cover. An unknown comfort entered his zone'
She raised her eyebrow sceptically at his observation. There was an irony in her glance' she peered into his eyes. If she knew anything in this world, it was those eyes' Yet, she always found herself confused in their midst. He was sipping on something' some clear liquid' water? The shock of his presence was still strong' but she held it within, deep within. Her thoughts, his presence' This is what I call effect of Shiv Kapoor
"You want to dance?" Her thoughts' his presence' rendezvous. What did he just say'God! Girl what's up with u...he jsut asked u to dance...DANCE... u should be doing a jingle 😡
Comments/Criticisms/Suggestions, etc.
Songs: "In the End" by Link'in Park; "Sajna Anari" from "Race"
Cheers,
dc
Hey all, sorry about the huge delay. Just finished all the exams... I'm not sure about this update. Like, I'm not quite sure if this is how I wanted to portray it... but its the way it came, and I don't have much time to think further, so I left it as is. Please do comment and let me know what you all think. I will have the next part probably tomorrow. Thanks once again.
Chapter 5B
"You want to dance?" Her thoughts… his presence… rendezvous. What did he just say…
She looked at him blankly… Dance… He was asking her to dance? It wasn't exactly shocking per se, but strangely… momentous. If this had occurred a few years back, indeed the sky would have come tumbling to the ground. Perhaps it was still, but in slow motion… Why should she dance with him? They were enemies afterall… weren't they?
He was standing now, towering above her still seated position. What else does this night have in store, she wondered silently. She looked again, past his demanding frame to the shadows meshed in colourful haze… the crowd.
"It's ok if you don't want to, I can understand…"
Immediately, she recognized the flicker within her. The voice was laced subtly… delicately with humour, but the arrogance attacked her nerves first. Indeed, some things never change, she thought disgusted. The hesitancy of the moment had curiously slipped away, and she narrowed her eyes at his, as though to confirm it. Putting her hand in his extended one, she followed him back into the shadows…
An unknown melody poured through unseen corners of the room as she stood swaying gently… awkwardly… She could feel his eyes burn into her existence, and for a few unexplained seconds, she avoided them. Since when did she have to hide from Shiv Kapoor. The strangeness was wrecking havoc within her… Staring straight-ahead, she felt the suede texture of his blazer with her eyes… while biting a feeling of wanting to bury herself in it. After a few precious minutes, she looked up coolly at his unabashed presence. Damn you Kapoor, she thought as the outline of his lips expressed the ease, which she searched. Seeing his shameless persona, she found a current of ease surge deceivingly throughout her limbs…
It was happening… the melody was beginning to intoxicate her… But even so, she held an unintended restraint. It was shady… dim… the light falling strangely over his face… bathing him in mysteriousness… And then the crowd made its presence felt as she sensed herself being pushed against him. Discomfort swam over her like a pungent odour… The blend of musky zest emanating from him rushed towards her senses like a powerful wave. As the pace of the music slackened to softness, she hesitantly looked up and found his look undisturbed. A flame of sorts still burned somewhere within her, but it seemed overshadowed by the awkwardness of the situation… their position…
Mar jawan… mar jawan… tere ishq pe…
Mar jawan…mar jawan…
Beeghi bheegi sapno ka jaise... khat hai…
Haye… gili gili chahat ka jaise lat hai…
Mar jawan…
In the midst of the fog of confusion surrounding her, she felt her eyes again captivated by his… A tingle circulated throughout her nerves as his hands delicately fell upon her waist, while her own hesitated around his neck… They were dark, his eyes. Unusually dark… a world of their own… a world somehow luring her in… They seemed to speak to her own… an unknown language… as though attempting to communicate some secret to her… It was unnerving, but the magnetic force was too strong for her too contain… and for an undeniable moment, she felt possessed by their silent speech…
"Tumne jawab nahin diya… Bijli…" (You never answered me… Bijli)
The hourglass tipped over, as the remnants of an almost forgotten time scattered afore… Biji… she had wondered… always. For a moment, she looked on unresponsive, still mutely catching her breath, as though having neared some bottomless edge. Despite fixing her vision on his, it dawned on her for the first time that he had not removed his gaze from her either… The realization sent the colour racing in and out of her face, and she quickly averted her eyes to hide the embarrassment. As the dynamics of his question came into focus, the familiar flicker burned further inside and an irritated pout formed upon her lips.
He waited for her answer… As expected, there was none… but that fire in her eyes. And then his gaze fell stealthily to her pouted lips… A pause instilled… while a sudden urge raced through his veins… A wild desire to capture that pout… make it his own… Caught in an unexpected frenzy, he pulled her close… too close. Her raspy, surprised breath met his skin like a whiff of wind on a sandy shore… For a minute, he allowed himself to indulge in that familiar feeling… the sensation that had somewhere always been present between them. It was an unnamed feeling… alive and feral… Unsure of himself, he swerved his gaze back to the hazel reservoir peeking into him silently, questioningly… Her eyes communicated a fraction of the chaos compiling these few seconds of his existence… The innocence they held slowly melted the urge… sending it to retreat in a silent corner…
"Tumhaari aankhein…" (Your eyes…)
She waited with bated breath, not certain of what was going on… The crowd… the noise… the colour… it all had gradually fallen into the backdrop, far from her current reach. His grip loosened and eventually let her be. Confusion and awkwardness reigned for a terrifying moment… She hated being outside a state of self-control… and within a few precious seconds, she realized how she had stepped over the unwritten line… even if it were unintentional.
It took her a few complicated phases to notice that the music was still playing… and she was still encased in his grip. As the tune changed into something more speedy, the mood shifted, much to her thanks… and in between, she found odd bits of conversation seep through the awkwardness.
The rest of the night, she found herself shrouded in his strangely comforting presence… the awkwardness remained, but the unseen holes seemed to have filled with alarming ease. She never did get a chance to introduce him to Shalini, but the works of fate are unpredictable… as are the twists in the path one finds their feet treading on... Besides, nothing in her life had ever been planned…
(End Flashback)
Her heart thundered against the ribcage in panic… time seemed to have trickled to the last grain as those eyes peered into hers that last time… With a start, she awoke to utter darkness, shivering. As the anxiety reached its pinnacle, she struggled to put herself together. Unsettled, she looked out the large glass… thin drops of water scattered mercilessly against the window pane. A bundle of emotions bubbled within her all at once. Swallowing, she closed her eyes once more, realizing the quiet setting… her home… the floor… the wall… the guilt.
Comments/Criticisms/Suggestions etc. Welcome!
Cheers,
dc
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