Its been quite some time, since I last posted here. So will, probably start with the origin of this post.
I was sitting with a group of friends the other day, discussing things, meeting some old Friends...I as usual wasn't talking much.....a gentleman who was part of the group and knew about my new found habit of blogging, commented " Abe chup kyon hai....oh...lagta hai soch raha hai..phir blog par likhega...yeh aisa kyon hai..woh aisa kyon hai...." which was followed by a roar of laughter.....
I sat there quietly..smiling (also realising the fact that I will use this bit of conversation in my next post), coming back to the conversation I wasn't talking because I found the guy we were talking to very 'fake'....a bluff of the highest order...
"I just can't talk to this guy, he is so fucking fake, better I cant even stand him", is what I had said.
A couple of days later, I was on work...on a shoot in Roop Nagar near North Campus, Delhi University..
I was almost done with the case study..I was shooting .
The final exchanges of Hi's and Hellos was happening... a request for coffee was quietly turned down by me, she asked for the time the story was going to go on Air, I had to leave now..was getting late.
I remember it very well, after the final handshakes, my mouth on their own curled into a smile, A smile I hadn't intended. I looked at the lady, and then curled the lips further to form a bigger smile...a smile as fake as the word fake itself....'fake of the highest order'
I was doing something, which I hated the most...I couldn't believe myself...but there I was...smiling for nothing..which didn't mean anything....
The word 'fake', came later to my mind while we were driving back to Archana. But this time it wasn't the word which I was thinking of, rather the sentence which I had said that day, "I just can't talk to this guy, he is so fucking fake, better I cant even stand him"
I was sitting with a group of friends the other day, discussing things, meeting some old Friends...I as usual wasn't talking much.....a gentleman who was part of the group and knew about my new found habit of blogging, commented " Abe chup kyon hai....oh...lagta hai soch raha hai..phir blog par likhega...yeh aisa kyon hai..woh aisa kyon hai...." which was followed by a roar of laughter.....
I sat there quietly..smiling (also realising the fact that I will use this bit of conversation in my next post), coming back to the conversation I wasn't talking because I found the guy we were talking to very 'fake'....a bluff of the highest order...
"I just can't talk to this guy, he is so fucking fake, better I cant even stand him", is what I had said.
A couple of days later, I was on work...on a shoot in Roop Nagar near North Campus, Delhi University..
I was almost done with the case study..I was shooting .
The final exchanges of Hi's and Hellos was happening... a request for coffee was quietly turned down by me, she asked for the time the story was going to go on Air, I had to leave now..was getting late.
I remember it very well, after the final handshakes, my mouth on their own curled into a smile, A smile I hadn't intended. I looked at the lady, and then curled the lips further to form a bigger smile...a smile as fake as the word fake itself....'fake of the highest order'
I was doing something, which I hated the most...I couldn't believe myself...but there I was...smiling for nothing..which didn't mean anything....
The word 'fake', came later to my mind while we were driving back to Archana. But this time it wasn't the word which I was thinking of, rather the sentence which I had said that day, "I just can't talk to this guy, he is so fucking fake, better I cant even stand him"
2 comments:
shit happens! :)
dude..isn't your profile the one clicked on the way to jaislmr...fck man..the food was awful...anywyz...good work...both online nd offline...
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