StartUp Weekend Bangalore

I still remember the doubts me and Kushal, my college friend, had before attending StartUp Weekend, when all of our friends had dropped the idea. I had heard about it  through my friends in Delhi, but it was Kushal, who pushed me to be a part of it.

The event was in the Microsoft Office, Bangalore which was THE BEST office (I dont know if I can call it even one..it was something better than just an office.) I have ever seen in my life. We were one of the youngest ‘students’ who had registered for the event that too, without an idea in mind. Basically, we had just come to gain some experience from the event. We met really cool people there, who had some or the other weird ideas in mind.

The Pitches

Undoubtedly, the best part of day one. People who had start up ideas, were up the stage and were giving the details and telling the crowd about their requirements. Ideas like Mistakopedia,  Narial Pani Stalls and life on a roll grabbed  a lot of attention for being funny or you can say totally random, but trust me its the weird and random ideas that implemented properly make successful start ups.

Once the pitching was over, every one got a chance to vote their favorite ones, and hence 15 out of 54 pitches were shortlisted. Now, the fun part, the team formation. One could see people rushing here there looking for the designers, developers and business guys they wanted. It reminded me of the vegetable stalls in Delhi, where some one was shouting out for their needs.

By the way, to see all the top pitches you can Click Here.

Our Idea Our Team

Me and Kushal were a part of the LocalBills. Most of the contestants knew us for the three Raghus. The  idea was pretty simple, LocalBills will pay the bills ( be it electricity, water or telecom) for all those who didn’t do it by themselves. Initially the idea seemed to  be nice, till the time it was questioned by the mentors present there to help the contestants. It wasn’t that we got a lot of criticism, but the idea may not be successful in the long run.

The Fun

The stay at the Microsoft office was brilliant I must say.  After a really long time I got my hands over pool, that I left long back in school days. The food was brilliant too, especially the Dominos pizzas and the Lavazza coffee in the canteen. I almost got addicted to the coffee there.  The place was very clean despite the fact there were some 100 contestants there in the small auditorium. The organizers were good too. It was fun to talk to a few of them.

The presentations

Well, I hate Kushal for taking the bu ticket which was supposed to leave at 7 45 PM on day three. It make us miss the best part of the 3 days : The presentations. The teams had to explain their ideas to the judges and they would select the top three of them. The most memorable presentation was by Sharewell (The second last one I saw there..). The way it was presented was brilliant, and the way they had made their website was awesome. The best part was the project was coded on Go lang and Google App Engine , that know one else there knew.

The Experience

I am extremely lucky to experience something like StartUp Weekend, Bangalore. It was something that is tailor made for people like me who want to code but had literally no pressure on you. The 3 days or 54 hours. I spent coding and learning. The concepts about CSS and Javascript became more clear and I regretted not knowing PHP, SQL and Ajax to an extent. These are now on the priority list of the semester, and enthu for learn them is really high.

After apologizing to n number of people for my last post, I had to write something to cover it up. I did start writing something but had to pause, because of the recent nightmares I got of what happened two years back. So, I had to take a bold decision on writing something which has been disturbing me for the past two years now. No one knows about this apart from my family.

This incident, though disturbing, is very close to my heart and is something I cant forget ever. It was my first experience with death..

Every December, we have a family union, when I am back from the college and my Chachu, with his family, visits. This time we had planned a family outing to Amritsar. Everyone wanted to visit the golden temple (and as usual, I had Punjabi food on my mind..my sole purpose of going there.) The best option for reaching there was certainly Delhi- Dehradun Jan Shatabdi Express, that starts from the New Delhi Railway Station early morning,

We reached the railway station an hour before the train (following the Nayyar tradition of reaching places hours early.). While everyone was busy clicking photographs, I went for a stroll along the platform seeing passengers who too like us had reached pretty early. One of them was a very old couple, may be in there late 60s who had come to meet their married daughter (as it seemed from the scene.). Everything seemed really happy and bright, tiny tots bidding there grannys goodbye.!:)

Soon i realized i had spent a lot of time admiring the happy family and  rushed back to where my mates were, to board the train. And to my surprise the oldy couple was sharing seats with us. They were just sitting next to where I was.

As we set off with our train journey, uncle seemed a bit uneasy, he was coughing bad. Though it was kind of annoying in the beginning but i too began to worry after a little while when he started breathing heavily too. I could now see something dripping down his face. I could notice his wife in tears while she was cleaning it off . In sometime, everyone around had a reason to worry, as he fell unconscious.

Thankfully, a medical intern was there who rushed to check him. We all knew he had passed away, but no one could dare to tell his sobbing wife. My dad was busy calling his daughter from uncle’s cell. Even worse, the emergency chain present in the train too wasn’t working, neither in our coach nor in the neighbouring ones that further infuriated the people around who almost beated the train ticket collector for it. The train was finally brought to hault by buzzing up the train driver. The doctor there, was trying hard, sweat dripping down her forehead in despair.

Every desperate soul there wanted to do there bit, but helpless as they were, couldn’t do anything but be a silent spectator to what was happening around. The gushing train too had crossed a couple of Delhi stations by then. After a wait of some 15-20 minutes, someone from railways authority picked up the uncles body, out on to the railway tracks. The helpless lady went along too.

I can’t exactly say what happened next. Probably poor aunty had to wait for someone, along the railway tracks, with her husband’s body by her side, from her family to come and take them along. She too might have realized that he has left the earthly world for heavenly abode up above.

  Our journey continued…. but it did leave a very strong impact at least on my mind. I couldn’t forget the face of the person I saw so happy with his family on the platform, who sat next  to me and passed away right in front of my eyes. I don’t know why I had to right on this, but as they say.. someday, it had to come out. May the departed soul rest in peace..Amen!

September 13th, I guess was the last time I published something on my blog. I don’t know what has stopped me from publishing my posts since then. I wrote one while traveling to Mumbai, in a super fucked up Volvo that was nothing worse than a passenger train. I wrote a blog while coming back well, particularly to show my anger on the people who get 20-30 burgers from McDonalds and then puke throughout the journey. Probably, the worst traveling experience I have ever had.

Anyways, currently, I am in Delhi. I too wanted to come here after a horrible semester, needed a break from the not so hectic schedule from college. I don’t what changed in me this semester that I became quite disinterested in a plenty of things I loved a lot earlier.  Instead of listening to music, I now preferred reading a biography (on Steve Jobs), and also the love for the junk food has gone drastically down, which I feel is good. I had brought a plenty of games for myself that I wanted to finish off during this break, but didn’t even start it. In short, I don’t know what has happened.

The only thing that didn’t change  was the passion for the theme I was working on, and the illustrations (or to be specific logos. ) I was trying to make for a certain restaurant. I guess I wont be discussing on that over here.

I guess 5th of January will bring an end to this randomness that now prevails in me, and makes me more subtle. By the way, the date marks the beginning of the 2nd semester of my 2nd year at college.

PS:- I don’t know what made me write this post.

After a long time, I finally get to write on something that I have always loved most… performing on stage. Though, it’s a work of fiction, but yeah, I still can’t figure out what makes me love this one so much… I guess you guys too like it.

Part 1-The Background…

After a week of practice, the day has come for the guys to show their talent on the stage. For Nikhil, this event is always been more than just a competition. Finally, he will get to sing his heart out in the middle of some 2500 people, who most probably will be booing at every band (or group performing…). Nikita, who is a dear friend, plus the second lead singer, who always been supportive of his idea of dedicating the song to his girlfriend, too, is now worried about the performance, and not to forget, the audience reaction. Nobody apart from a group of 5 people or 5 friends, or the 5 performers knows about the plan, just because she doesn’t get a hint.

Part 2-Last Practice…

With just a few hours left for THE performance, the performers, Nikhil, Nikita, Mandeep (on the drums), Aditya (lead guitarist) and Kushal (rhythm guitarist) everyone’s busy practicing. Nikhil is happy about the fact that now everyone is serious about their performers apart from just him. Looking at his Ipod, he notices that he has listened to the song more than 100 times, so the lyrics are in his blood. They still are facing problems jamming together pretty well because someone or the other forgets his/her portion. That’s when Nikita stands up to control Nikhil’s frustration. He has already fought with Neha several times, because he wasn’t able to give her enough time because of the practice (making every possible excuse). This has added up to his nervousness of screwing up the performance, but he travelled a lot, and he feels he will make it…

Part 3-THE Performance…

“Nikhil, where are you? Its time…” Nikhil hears Nikita shouting outside while he is in the washroom, washing his face again and again. With some confidence he walks out where he is welcome with a hug from Nikita ”Don’t worry, you will rock it.”, she says. He can hear their band name shouted, and the huge roar from the crowd. Ironically, he is now confident, pretty much ready for rocking the stage (as Nikita always says it…). One final hug to everyone, they are on the stage. Neha sitting in the first row (as a part of the plan) sees Nikhil as he starts on with the song with dedicating it to his girlfriend. She has tears as he sings, completely synchronised with the claps from the audience that later turns into vocals from them. Unlike every session, everyone is able to jam properly. The crowd pushes Neha on to the stage, where she joins Nikita, on the vocals (distracting Nikhil.. but he manages it…). Everyone thoroughly enjoys the moment, as the song ends with, a tight hug between everyone on the stage…as they congratulate them and each other while leaving the stage. The song “Two is better than one” , which has been Nikhil’s favourite since long, proves more than being just another favourite song for him, for them, for everyone…

Part 4-The Results…

Though the performance didn’t fetch them any prize, but yeah, Nikhil got a standing ovation from the audience (and not to forget a kiss from his girlfriend, backstage).  No one of the group regrets the fact that, they didn’t win, because, their performance was for a greater purpose…

The theme of the post is a work of friction, but the post is solely based on my ideas, my reaction towards Indian society. I am not writing this post to play with anyone’s emotions (if by any chance, my writing even affects someone), but I am only writing this post to share my feelings with the readers, my readers.

 The following note was retrieved at Sanjeev’s house on investigation by the police after his corpse was recovered from the highway. A clear case of suicide according to the police, and the cause of death was apparently, intake of excess sleeping pills…

Well, let’s start off with the formalities, yes it’s me JUST ME who is responsible for MY DEATH, no one else (I am writing as if even anyone cares!). I don’t know to what extent (if it does so) this note affect the people, not saying the people, because that’s a generalised term, but yeah, if it does affect the reader, my job is done. I am Sanjeev, Sanjeev Kumar, who lives in a place, where more importance is given to the sir name than the first name in any field, be it anything. I seriously don’t know, what my mistake is/was/has been that I was NOT born in the so called ‘minority caste’, but yes, after my death too, I plead to God (if he exists) that if he wishes to bring me back to Earth, please don’t choose the country as India, or please make me born in the minority society. At least then, I will be assured of a secure future, and will be given a preference somewhere. It’s just that I am tired of proving myself again and again seeing my friends rise, in this two faced country (Please don’t call me weak, prefer calling me reluctant).

We live in a country where is caste is placed above credentials, above talent, rather above everything.  I guess whatever I am writing, everyone knows that its true, given the fact I am NOT one of THOSE, even my name won’t be there in the newspaper because no one really cares when people like us die. I seriously don’t know, why I am writing all this, why I am blaming the entire society for my death, maybe it’s just a way to take out all my frustration and I guess there is no reservation for showing your frustration….or is it???

Sanjeev Kumar

General Category

After watching the first day first show of Shaitan, I realised one thing definitely, Bollywood is changing, and changing for the good. Now, new directors are coming in, who are not star kids, but are well educated people who choose direction as their career. No more importance is given to the Khans, they prefer making movies low on budget, with a decent, rather new star cast. Shaitan, produced byAnuragKashyap, lives up to the expectations in every way, be it the direction (debutant director BejoyNambiar), dialouges, cinematography, music…rather every field.

Shaitan is a thriller about a group of youngsters who are into drugs, drinking and reckless driving (their gorgeous Hummer surely grabs eyeballs…). They are spoilt brats but are loved by their rich parents, a lot. One night, they kill two innocent people in a road accident and to hide their crime they have to bribe a cop for Rs25 lac, for which they fake the kidnapping of one of the member of the group, Amy (played by KalkiKoechlin), who has some issues with her mother. Expectedly, their plan goes out of control, bringing out the inner Shaitan of the youngsters.

The performances of the cast are fantastic, especially by Rajeev Khandelwaal (the good cop) and Shiv Pandit (as DC …the so called leader of the group). A few moments, like the girls asking for KaalaKhatta/lichi flavoured condoms from the chemist, the divorce sequence of Khandelwaal and his wife are memorable. The music is brilliant, it’s not something one can generally play on the music system, but it goes every well with what is going on the screen. O yaarais undoubtedly the best song of the movie.

With the running time of somewhere around 2 hours, the movie deserves the length, and is very gripping, because of the detailing of the characters by the director. The ending of the movie is dramatic, the only drawback in the movie that I felt. Overall Shaitan is a must watch, it will make you think when you will come out of the auditorium. Watch it for the direction and the cast, especially Rajeev Khandelwaal…

I go with 4/5 for Shaitan…so go and discover your Inner Shaitan…

As Aniket and Kshitij are standing on the Vasco railway station, I move out of the group, for a stroll. Roaming here and there on the railway platform, with my earphones plugged in, my mind starts thinking about the place from where we are coming, our college, where we just completed our first year. Suddenly, a group of small children, enjoying with each other comes to my sight that takes me back to the initial days of the semester… when we not only found friends, but in fact discovered friendshipand understood its true worth….

Me, Aniket, Chaitanya, Kushal, Leo, Ardra, Dishin, Rhea, Saloni, Maneesh and finally the photographer Nikhil; finally a destination is set, ARAMBOL (a beach + a lake,some 60km away…) after fighting, for over a day, with we guys hiring 2 cars and Kushal and Maneesh being our drivers. It took us somewhere around 2 hours to reach the place, courtesy Kushal and Maneesh’s superb driving and not to forgetmy phone’s GPS. With Nikhil and Kushal busy with the photography and Maneesh showing off his talent in swimming to rest, I preferred to sit in the corner seat of the shack we had come to, following my favourite hobby, thinking. Out of nowhere, everything started coming to my mind, my best friend who shifted home, long back, the girl I liked (history now…), and the topics I usually run away when being asked, my interests. Probably the best trip of the year according to my friends, for me, this trip was something more, I finally started realising I can see my friends in them.

I spent most of my time this semester, probably in Aniket’s room, looking at his laptop while he was doing stuff that I didn’t used to get initially till I the time I myself developed an interest in it. Aniket being an excellent and more importantly a passionate web designer/developer developed an interest in me also in this field. It was then I started going through my NIIT notes I had got there, accidentally though, and got my hand over HTML/CSS once again. Though I am not at all a good designer at the present moment, but yeah, I guess I can try to be one, with time.

One of the most memorable moments of the last semester were with Chaitanya, with the walks that we used to have around the campus, talking about everything from girls to booze to drugs, but not academics. Interestingly, this was something different for a guy like me, who always used to bring in acads/CG everywhere, I guess I have realised by now there are things that are beyond that. Also to include, Leo, being the only girl with whom I spent time here (I don’t know but still I still haven’t developed a way with women…), Ardra, with whom I couldn’t spend much time, but yeah …she is a dear friend…and loads of time left for us to pass out.

I am really happy that I finally got a closer, be it a little closer, to a group of people after my eighth standard. I don’t know what life has in store for us, but one thing for sure“YE DOSTAANA MAI KABHI NAHI BHOOLUNGA”…

P.S. – Sorry I couldn’t include much stuff about Kushal, Chauje, Khicha, Kshitij, Maneesh…but I love you guys a lot… Thanks for being there…

It’s been a year, since the college started. One upper hand of being in a college like BITS is I met people belonging to all parts of the country. I got to know many things about how different people think, react to situations, handle pressure (yeah you need to handle loads of pressure if you are in a college like BITS…), etc. I also rediscovered myself, my interests, my priorities and a lot many things. One thing which was common in most of the people here (including me…) is the parental pressure that they face, they don’t discuss, which is turning them into a monster within…

I met a lot of people, who managed to come here (somehow…), but had no interest in science, or the subjects they studied in so much detail for 2 years. Someone wanted to be a developer, someone wanted to be a teacher, rather all sorts of interesting people, could be found here. Many students even blame their parents for the subjects they chose, as their parents were somehow, proud to tell their colleagues that their son or daughter is a science student (though this is a very rare case …but sadly such parents also exist…). No doubt, importance is given to the interest of the children, but as a hobby, not as a career option. Sadly, it still comes down to engineering for boys and medical for girls; that 1960 thinking still exists…

Coming down to interests, the probability that a child has an interest in something which fetches money (according to the parents…), is very low. I still remember one of my friends parent saying, “Beta, photography is just a hobby, how can I make him a photographer… kamayegakaha se?” So, he was made to choose science. On coming back home on vacation, I got to know that the same friend flunked in his boards and got around some 60-70%. Now, the parents blame him that he didn’t study that’s why he didn’t get marks. He still has an interest in photography but he is so much into depression that that he fears to tell his parents about that genuine interest that his parents once called “just a hobby” …

Quotes like ‘Engineering/Medical is directly proportional to money’ and ‘Amount of study is directly proportional to marks’ are present deep inside the minds of a regular Indian parent. So, the career of the child is decided as soon as he/she comes out of his mother’s womb. Somehow, these thoughts have also entered the youth, when I see people choosing profession just because it will earn them more. No doubt, money is important, I don’t think it’s a good idea to compromise on your interests, just for the sake of earning more. I strongly feel a job related to what you like will not only earn you money, but something more, ‘satisfaction’…

On a walk with Chaitanya, a dear friend here in BITS- Pilani Goa Campus….oh sorry …BITS-Pilani, ‘K.K. Birla’ Goa Campus…a name added to the already so long name! ..Coming back to the topic! Ya..! On a walk with Chaitanya, after having tandoori chicken from the in campus supposedly a restaurant ‘Shaahi’…we talk about a lot of things…about friends, their girlfriends,  life, college, rather everything apart from studies..(pretty obvious).. As we say it here…We have taken lite…

These walks made me learn a lot about myself, my perception of people, my image on people…So I felt like sharing it in the form of this article,  Beer Girls and Chicken…

Part 1:- Beer

Ok! Let’s face the reality straight away…we are studying in an engineering college…everyone is away from home, living without any restriction (by restrictions I meant restrictions, we face at home.), plus, in a state of cheapest booze in the country…most of the people here drink, (I DONT DRINK THOUGH…) or have at least tried once.

My opinion on people drinking, changed as I came here…I remember, at home, my dad used to drink a little on Saturday.. to celebrate his weekend.. but here …people ( at least like Chaitanya… or my friends, or even me!) feel…If you have a reason to drink … ..You should quit drinking that very time. I remember I used to believe in the concept of social drinking. Here, the job that coke used to do…for people at home… here it is done by beer… they say it’s refreshing… but I don’t know…being a ‘coke lover!’.

Students come drunk, as in, completely sloshed and occasionally get caught at the gate…which means “screwed” in short. Then, after the complaint to the parents, promises are made…to never drink again..

With time, they learn… no no! I didn’t mean they learn to live without alcohol…I meant they learn to make a fool of the guards…learning from their first time…

Ironically… I heard a professor saying his class “Son, you are going to be an engineer. You should develop the art of learning things fast..“..

Part 2:- Girls

I remember …the days I was packing my bags for Goa… my conversions with friends in Delhi included Goan “chicks” (remember chicks…not girls…I will come back to that too…) most of the time. Deep inside I knew that we …I mean the guys wouldn’t get anything here. Come on! Girls do not come here cause of their beauty but come after raping their BITSAT … So I don’t think we can expect much,, On reaching here I realised that the conditions were worse…!!..

It takes me back to the time when we used to differentiate girls in different ‘categories’:-

1. Girls … as in just girls – Very simple & down to earth… pretty decent… (rather my personal favourite!) It included most of my friends… They are friends for life…
2. Girls … as in chicks – Beware!! Little clever…mostly talkative … may/may not use a guy…or even a girl for her job!.. Most of them being downright sexy… but that was never the ‘deciding factor’ . I won’t say much, coz I never ‘had’ a luxury of girls of this category…
3. Girls … as in boys! – A few girls… rather very few…I remember …we… at least I never considered them as even girls…! May be God had left a few “guyish” genes them…!! They are fun loving… I used to enjoy their company most… awesome time-pass… one at least a guy like me can’t get bored!!

Telling Chaitanya…that the list is just too long… may be an infinite set! (Ok! no maths here…!)

Part 3:- Chicken

BITS did change me to an extent… I turned a non-vegetarian here… though not a ‘dono haath waala non-vegetarian’… but just a non-vegetarian … and it all began at KFC …courtesy Kushal Bhaiya … Aniket… and a few more seniors… and how can I forget … chicken bucket!! … Sadly, the nearest (and only KFC) here in Goa is in Panjim some 25 kilometres away from here… and the transport system here is very very expensive! (being a monopoly..) I know many people will hate me for writing this but I still prefer paneer over chicken! …sticking to the point I made on my very first time … when Kushal Bhaiya asked me about the same …

I am writing this one in a hurry…my majors start the day after! … so I will stop here… the last post of my first year…

The day has come for Arvind, finally he is packing his bags and is leaving for India, his home, after 10 years of complete hard work, be it for his MS or his job. Presently working in Apple Inc. California, he gets himself transferred to India…for an year or so… Finally, he will get to meet his mom and dad, without whose support he couldn’t have been able to stay for such a long time in this unknown country, and with unknown people. With a big grin on his face, he goes through his old family album… looking at the faces of his relatives and thinking how they look now. Flipping through the pages of the album, his eye balls get stuck on a photo…A beautiful girl… smiling… standing with him. He closes the album in another second, thinking, ‘’What the hell is this photograph doing this here?” Lying on his bed, he closes his eyes, and his mind takes him to his past….the past about that girl in that photograph…

Part 2- Approximately 10 Years ago, New Delhi, India

“Oh God!!!, How will I tell her…” the only thing going in his mind at the moment…thinking about his admission in MIT, his dream college… rather every MS aspirant’s dream college. Kanika… looking extremely gorgeous… enters Bombay Food Court where they have set their date…may be their last date, according to Arvind. Seeing him quiet and uneasy for sometime she asks him,”Whats the matter? You don’t seem your normal self.” Arvind avoiding  an eye contact, looks down, till she keeps her hand on his…to easy things out and asks again,” Whats the matter…Arvind.” Arvind opens up slowly…tells her about his admission in MIT…and his desire to join the college. Kanika fakes a smile….congratulates him..holding his hand…but he can feel whats going on in her mind…he can feel her shaking hands and the tears that are about to come in her eyes…He smiles and says,”Kanika we will be in touch.. I will call you daily..we will email..chat..and ya I will definitely come to India once every year..” Kanika breaks out crying to which Arvind comes and sits next to year and holds her hand tight and gives her some water..and they both leave..

He decides to drop her home on his bike….and all promises of staying in touch are made…Arvind being absolutely confident that their relationship will survive these 2 years of MS together..and then they will spend a life together…He drops her, home…where they look into each others eyes…for a long time…probably looking at each other one last time….

Part 3 – Promises unfulfilled

Both of them try really hard to be in touch for around 1 and a half year….after which suddenly…Kanika stops picking up his calls, stops replying to his messages and finally changes her phone number. Arvind trying to get over his break up hooks up with a college friend (not a serious relationship…just a moral support…). Finally, he gives up calling her…but still waits for her call to come some day..which never comes… He finally finishes his MS and gets a job in Apple…and gets placed in California…He calls his parents to California with him..who stay with him for a few years initially…and visit him once an year, later. He still wishes of going to India once, to fulfill all his unfulfilled promises…

Part 4 – New Delhi, India

Arvind, finally in India, receives a very warm welcome from his relatives, his family, his waiting grandparents and his friends.. He spends many days with his parents …visiting his relatives… partying with friends..and off course his  job..!! He visits Amritsar, Chandigarh rather all of Punjab…whenever he gets off from his job…in the hunt of food that he loved…once…

He searches for Kanika too….visits her old house…but no one lives there now…and the neighbors too have no clue.. He tries to get her address from all of their mutual friends…tries hard for 3 months and then gives up the idea of searching her…seeing it go nowhere.. until one day..where he spots Kriti …while coming from his job..who was once Kanika’s best friend (that’s called destiny….) She recognizes him instantly…and hugs him….He drops her home in his car…

Arvind :- Chal Bye! …Catch you later…felt really good after meeting you..Now, I have your phone number too..Definitely….Will be in touch…

Kriti :- (turning towards her house..)Yeah Definitely…You know my address too…its still the same..drop by for a coffee someday….You are always welcome…Anyways Bye….

Arvind :- Hey! this reminds me of Kanika…Hows She? Where is she ?She changed her phone number and house…. You have any clue ???

Kriti doesn,t stop..ignores and leaves….though she heard him ask…

After a couple of days, on a Sunday, Arvind gets an sms from Kriti…..

HEY ARVIND, Sorry I ignored dat day..Kanika is fine

She lives in 42, Sahara Apartments, Hauz Khas....

Please don't tell her I gave you her address.Things are different now...

Arvind ..instantly picks up the keys of his car…kinda disturbed by the sad reply by Kriti..leaves his house…

“But what will I talk to her?? Do I still love her?? Is she waiting for me?? Or did she forget that I existed?? Can things be like what they used to be?? Are we destined to be together?? Oh God!! Why am I so nervous…” he talks to himself while driving….It doesn’t take him much time to search for her house…and.. he is there….

Part 5 – Kanika’s House

“Oh God!! Why I am being so nervous?” he asks himself as he rings the bell, his heartbeat skyrocketing….Kanika comes to open the door..From the opposite sides of the door… both of them staring at each other….looking into each others eyes…they have tears in their eyes…seeing each other after 10 years..They don’t  move…not even a bit…till the time a voice from behind ….comes up…”Who is there Kanika???“..Kanika..who was lost her own world a a moment back…opens the door and welcomes Arvind in…wiping off her tears..

Arvind…kind of shocked to see Kanika’s formal welcome for him…something that he was not expecting….and another guy standing with him…

Kanika :- (looking down as she talks) Arvind….Where were you….Its been 10 years we met…!

Arvind :- (realizing ..something is wrong)Yeah! You changed your phone number….didn’t tell me and then your house too?? Didnt care to tell me ? ME????

Kanika :- (faking a smile) Well! leave the past !! I would like you to meet Arnav…my husband ….

Kanika looking at Arnav) Arnav..This is Arvind…he was my…I mean is my dear friend…

Arnav :- Oh Hey! Have a seat..!

The world collapses for Arvind “Arvind….My Husband!”…constantly going on in his ears… he looks at Kanika.. has wet eyes…and she can realize that..but can’t do a thing….apart from looking up down ….in guilty….Its too late…

Arnav sends Kanika to get tea for all of them….while Arvind regains his equilibrium and talks to Arnav..He gets to know that they are married since 8years.. and have a son too…whose name is Ryan (the same name that Arvind and Kanika had decided to give to their child..). After a while, Kanika comes out too..Its very clear (at least for Arvind…) that she just cried….Arvind…now in his equilibrium….tries hard to converse with her…about Ryan…about Arnav…and realizes that Arnav is a very nice guy….from the way he talks with him…about her…and about how things happened….

Ryan…too joins them after a while….Arvind spends most of his time with him…and Ryan too enjoys his company a lot…Somehow, Arvind can see his own son in him..

Arvind and Arnav too…enjoy each others company… Arnav invites him for dinner…on the next Sunday…and makes Arvind promise to come….Kanika too similing seeing both of them…getting along well with each other….

Arvind and Kanika…don’t get to talk with each other in private…but  “Whats left to talk ? Everything is crystal clear” as Arvind feels…Finally, its time for Arvind to leave….he blesses them all…and leaves….smiling…looking above….Kanika follows him…but he insists on going alone…and tells her that Arnav is waiting…as he leaves….

Part 6 :- A New Beginning

Arvind…Yes he still loves Kanika..but sometimes…things do not go as planned.. or may be its just luck that is not on their side….He visits Arnav…He is a dear friend… Kanika too is comfortable talking to him now..Ryan has now found a dear friend in Arvind….

Arvind starts dating too..and this time its more than just a moral support……