!!...We are JUST friends...!!

Now this JUST is not Just at all...

What i mean to say, is that this statement is a classical
example of the ease with which a mere jugglery of few
words can grotesquely undermine the nature and depth
of an otherwise important and beautiful relationship.

Scenario
---------
A guy and a gal have been very nice friends since quite
some time and have seen each other through the various
highs and lows of each others' lives. They share the most
platonic and purist form of friendly relationship that
mirrors the highest levels of spiritual and non-materialistic,
non-carnal yet highly refreshing and flambuoyant
co-existence...

One fine day, while enjoying a nice cup of tea together,
they bump into an old acquaintance who , suspicious of
the closeness he perceives , raises his eyebrows ...

so characteristically human..and whispers to the guy...
"Sahi hai yaar, tuney kab ye bandi patayi...."
("Good work dude, when did you get this babe...")

And, Alas...Pat comes the highly cliched statement of
self defence from the guy..
"Arey nahi yaar, We are JUST friends..."
Again this defensive act , so characteristically human..

Now the zillion dollar question, that may NOT hit many
with the speed of light .. but has always given me so
many sleepless nights.. is ,
"How much importance this dude actually gave to this
Friendship.. Not much , i guess.."
Why , seriously why, did he use the adjective 'JUST' ...
(the meaning that he intended was 'barely,merely,Only' )

People are definitely at a loss if they are unable to
understand the gravity , the profundity of this relationship,
called Friendship ....We social beings cannot, Simply
Cannot paint our relations in shades of Black or white.
On the contrary, what happens in reality is display of
orphan behaviour towards these friendships..
between a guy and a gal....

And so, we finally zero down onto the eternal intriguing
question...
"Cannot a guy and a gal be just Friends...."
The answer is ,
"They definitely can .. but then, the friendship should
be JUST..."

And now this JUST (read fair, righteous, proper..)
is really JUST (read Apt, accurate...)

"Unhone humari Zindagi ka , Fasaana Samajh Liya"
"Hum nibhate rahey Dosti.. usey Dil ka lagaana Samajh liya"

- K_J

... Woh Ajnabee ...

Na Namaz Aati Hai Mujhko, Na Wazoo Aata Hai...
Sajda Kar Leta Hoon, Jab Saamnay Tu Aata Hai...

-- Mohammad Iqbal Naqibi

It's really remarkable to know how a plain n simple smile,

jostling on the face of somebody who is not even remotely

connected to you, can lend you a fresh lease of life, even if

the probability of the extent of this new found life, just
being a day long, is quite high...

And I , my friends , am not any exception..

What sanky doode pinged me may have been just another

of his successful searches on orkut, but the damsel's smile
was no less than a fresh glass of Elixir for me...
The effervescence was sparkling , and the freshness was
equivalent to that of early morning dew, that glistens in
the warm morning Sun...

The affect , i guess, verifies the famous 'Dual Nature' of matter..
I mean, most of the times, we individuals are like particles... We
more or less bypass other individuals by miles... But there are
times, like the most recent one, when despite of the geographical
proximity NOT being very good one (..we are not in the same city),
we start behaving like waves (that too, not in 2-D , but in real 3-D
world...) and surpass whatever discontinuities that come our way....

So, as the waves travelled accross various realms and dimensions,
they suddenly became aware of another similar wave patterns...
What I saw, was the most colorful and vibrant display of shades
the spectrum had ever shown me till date...
The vibrations were quite Holy in nature, and yet quite exuberant...

Well, wat else can i say other than the fact that , given a chance,
i have a vision, that our waves can eventually give rise to a
beautiful Diffraction caused by the Constructive Interference
of our waves...
Reason being --> our waves seem to be of the same wavelength,
and i don't see ANY phase difference between the two...

"Ek Chehra..Ek Hansee.. Ek Shakhs ka Muskurana..."
"Eid ke Chaand ka Jaisey Aasmaan main aa Jana...."

-- K_J

..." Haanth Ki Safaii "...

Zor ka Jhatka, Dheerey Se lagey...

Humorous it may sound, but the above phrase may hold
much a shock for the person facing the music...

The day was Saturday and as usually, was about to
pass eventless...But, as the evening dawned on the
Horizon , and the " V " factor started its ascent up
the Zenith, none of us had the slightest of clue
what was gonna happen in the coming few hours...

8:15 PM :- The Jinxed Call...
Sanky calls from his mobile ( ironically ) and syncs
up for a late nite show of the latest flick in town
- Jhoom Barabar Jhoom. In a matter of minutes, the
" V Brigands" decide to touch base @ Mc' Donalds...

8:30 PM :- Falling of Pieces in place ...
Garora calls me up, says to meet directly at the
Mall. We both take off from our respective launch
pads and land in 20 mins flat at joint.

9:30 PM :- Bakrey Ki Amma Kab Tak Khair Manati..
We all eat our hearts out at Mc-D's and head for the
inauspicious "Priya" Theatre, for one amongst us is
ignorant of the fact that he is feeding himself ,
just to go under the Butcher's Knife ...
And so, Ignorance is NOT always So Bliss...

9:58 PM :- Lights / Camera / Action ...
The place is crowded with localites, who have
thronged the place to catch a glimpse of the Sultry
Sirens that gyrate so often on the Prime Time.
Obviously, the gentry is very much a reminder of the
Population explosion of which India has been a faithful
testing ground.

10:00 PM :- **IT Happens ...
And like a flash in a thundering Nite, Sanky gets
deprived of his valuable possesion- N 93 (33 k dude !!)
Before we could even catch our breaths, the sickening
fact had slowly drained into our brains that, it is
too late now, we ain't gonna get our Nokia back...
The expressions on Sanky's face were a mixture of
pain and disgust, wrath and anger, grimace and
helplessness... But , nothing could be done to undo
what had already taken place.

10:30 PM Onwards :- Final Curtains ....
Franatic searches on the entire cinema hall premises,
talks with authorities, localites and others, a visit
to the local police station , and a last effort to
get in touch with local miscreants, nothing actually
worked.
The tickets we had bought with so much of vigour, just
an hour back, were sold back.

The Silence that persisted on our faces, was really
depressing , but as we always knew, it was on no use.

The gone was gone, nonetheless, leaving behind just few
memories of impromptu directorial stints we all had had
in not so distant past, thanks to our N-93.

Zindagi ki bheed main, Kuchh Hasratey reh jaati hain...
Juda hoker, kuchh cheezon ki, Bus yaadain reh jaati hain.