Memories Never lie... Chapter 3

Flashback

January 2013

It was around 3.30PM, feeling hungry but can't go because I was handling a customer issue in cabin. Environment was somewhat hot because customer was in very annoying mood. I called up the manager of the section and asked him to look into the matter. We are busy in solving the issue and then suddenly my phone rings... it was a Facebook notification... I ignored it... as I was dealing with much more important things than that. After a while we made it. Customer left the room with big smile and in a very thankful gesture.

And I was like "Please do not stop me now. I'm very hungry ..." seems like starving from last 10 years...

I can't resist hunger, it's my weakness. I took my phone, lunch box and rushed towards our cafeteria. Our cafeteria was like a wonder city... where anyone can do anything. Some of the staffs were busy in IND Vs. ENG ODI match Live from Ranchi, as match was already starts on 2:30PM. and some of them were busy in talking with each other's.. Others were encashing their time by taking a quick nap. I took chair in front of TV, I love cricket and before you judging anything let me tell you I am diehard fan of MS Dhoni. but unfortunately I can't sit there in cafeteria for the whole match, as my company is not paying me to watch matches here. So I had my lunch, took my mobile out of my pocket, and I saw there was a Facebook message from Maansi.

Before reading the message I want to tell you something about Maansi. I know her since I was in 12th and she was in 9th standard. Somewhere in 2008, in those days social media was on peak, and as per human nature I also decided to make Facebook account. on those days I was not having any android phone or personal laptops so I used to prefer internet cafes, and with the shortage of money I only prefer to go there in Sunday's. because you can't ask for money from your dad by just saying "Dad..facebook use krne jana hai paise do na", it will be little awkward. And then I started with a fake profile as on that time I was big fan of a daily soap artist who is really very famous in India on that time.

The first friendship request I received was of Maansi. She was from Guntur a beautiful city in Andhra Pradesh. She thinks that I was that famous daily soap guy. She started probing about the serial and all. Scam runs so beautifully for so many days, and whatever I narrated her about the serial that becomes the real story of the serial. And I was like, “Ye Kaise hue???".Then on a very fine day, she messaged me again

“Are you really Mohit Sehgal", I wish Facebook had a feature of Feelings so that I can explain the exact feeling she had on that time.

"No, I'm not...!" not willing to cheat her this time... "Listen I don't what to cheat you but I don't even wants to spoil your mood too..." explaining my intentions

"Then what's your name?” she probing further...

"I'm Sam!!" hesitating but said at last...

"Then how do you know all about the serial’s future episodes..?? Are you working with them...?" she actually wants to know everything...

"No, I'm also fan of him...But whatever I told to you... don't know how it came true" horrifying actually because this was the first time ever I lied someone...

"Keep your name on profile I will appreciate it... if you do so, be yourself" she replied.

And she had gone offline. But her words left very deep impact on me. I changed my name on Facebook and but after that we talked to each other sometimes on Sundays as I already said I was not having any personal computer or android phones.

She was very sincere and very understanding kind of girl... and that too at such a young age.. but I was really big stupid on that time, Yeah it's true, as some of my classmates were having girlfriends on that time, and my best friend too have one.. So it was natural in this age, I also wants be like them.. After seeing all this, according to me, having a Girlfriend is a cool thing. So as Valentine’s Day was approaching so far. So I also thought that I should have a girlfriend too, but the question was...

“WHO”

 To be continued.... 

Memories Never lie... Chapter 2

Flashback

November 2012

I promoted to the team member post in my company within 6 months of my joining date. it's basically a retail organisation,I entered my office 10 minutes before my reporting time as I always did, as usual security guards have done there frisking part. and to punch my hand on biometrics I have to cover 5 meters of corridor where on left side there was a wall decorated with motivational posters and on the right side, there was my dream room the Back-office for management, having clean transparent glass windows which indicates that our company is very open and transparent.. every door and window is transparent.

and by passing through this corridor I noticed that our HR was in training session with new-joiner's.. I ignored it and punched my hand and crossed the partition door which used to separate operational floor from the Back office. and entered my cabin where I used to sit after promotion. basically a place where we solve customer queries. I met all my seniors and colleague like we all do in our offices.

and as always Ronny entered the cabin with the same energy level. don't know from where he get this much energy..

one month ago, we were in the same designation.. and as per the joining date, he was my senior.. but after cracking the assessment I became his senior, but our post never comes between our friendship.. the only change we faced that he started calling me "Sirji" instead of "Buddy".

"Hey Sammy..how are you my buddy" warm handshake and pull me towards him for a Punjabi tight hug as he always do,

"So far I was good", in sarcastic tone, countering his Punjabi hug.. as I always do.

"Oppss..sorry now you becomes our senior.. so how's you feeling Sirji" in very respected gesture but with sarcasm..

"Yeah better than the previous one",  watching on the roof top and imagining the flashback.

and side by side I was doing my regular works too.and given a print command on my PC..

"I will be right back..stay here only..." and ran towards the Back-Office interrupting our conversation, as we have printer in Back-Office only.

The Back-Office itself was a different world. people sitting inside the room are having their own agenda's.. different mindset apart from the people working outside this room. and they are actually different. they are the people who look this world from a different point of view..

then I collected the printouts from the printer and on the very right side of printer there was a room,which is called "Training room", where our HR conducting a training session with new joiner's, which I had ignored a while ago.

and with the curiosity I opened the half door of training room and put my head inside the room to know who are the new faces with whom I have to deal in future.

"Good Morning Sir, how are you??" in very polite way..

"Oh yeah..very good morning Sam.. come inside" with a wonderful smile on his face

Average body type, Light yellow shirt with small white strips, black trouser, both are one size bigger than his regular size, spectacles..jolly natured and moreover a typical bong. when he laugh we can hear it from far away too.. 

I get into the room. Our HR introduced me to the New Joiner's as I recently promoted, he started telling about me..but something was there in that room which was actually distracting me.

 A girl at the last chair in the right corner of the room I cannot be able to see her clearly as due to projector lights are off.. I was not paying any attention to the HR as he was praising me in front of new joiners. At that time I had the only desire that someone came and light the room on. and guess what.?? someone entered the room and put on the lights.. I haven't noticed and still now I don't know who switched on the light but when lights gets on..

I saw.... I saw her, deep and beautiful dark brown eyes..innocent looks.. sun-kissedcomplexion, the way she tied her hairs looks so perfect on her. she is just so perfect. and as I was very tough guys who has dreams and promised himself that he will never get into this kind of foolish things. but I kept watching her for a while and unaware of the HR, who was calling me from last 5 minutes. and suddenly I realised that HR has been poking me and said

"Where have you lost my boy... come lets join this session and share your views" looking at my face..

and I was like "Sir, I have some important reports to submit and the deadline is only an hour, so we will do it some other day." and ran away from the Back office.

that was the first time I saw her.. and my reaction after seeing her was like, i was very much clear about my future and my goals so I just let my heart understand in a very polite way that,

"Beta tumse na ho payega... just be focused on your work"

To be Continued...

Memories Never lie...

"Memories never lie"

Present day...

Sunny bright day of June..these days in Punjab were mostly dry and lighting rays of sun never let people come out of their houses... and I walk out of my house, holding my diary in one hand and lunch box in other hand. getting late for work.. South Indian boy born and brought up in Punjab, wearing blue denim which is little bit lose from thighs and bottoms.. bright white shirt (just like tide ki safedi), somewhat dark complexion, round spectacles making me different from my generation, and oiled hair which i have applied today after 5 years.

after a while I reached my store..basically surrounded with kids clothes, cute toys and necessities.. where I always feel good... and then sat on my table, switch on the computer, closed my eyes and took a deep breath.. and suddenly some voices surrounded me.. ( the inner voice )

"do you really think you want this..??"

"if you are having any problem with it we can solve mutually"

"you are the only reason of my current situation... you never brings happiness to me you just only took it away from me."

"I am sick of you... stay away from me "

suddenly I opened my watery eyes, breathing like someone taking my life away. I'm moving my head like I'm looking for someone very badly... I need someone to whom I can share that what's happening to me, but I used to hide my feelings..

suddenly Ronny entered the store..short, average Indian typical body type with tummy out.. as he used to say "Next Month se Gym Shuru" , rugged jeans, blue linen shirt with upper two buttons off.. rushing in with full of energy, as he always enters..

"how are you buddy...??" with cheering big smile and tight Punjabi hug..

"I'm all good bro" by countering his Punjabi hug

as he always hungry he started sniffing here and there that what I brings for lunch.. after grabbing my big fat Indian lunch box.. he settled on my chair..

"How's She..??" looking at my diary.. as he knew to whom it belongs to..

silence in the room for a while and my silently moving lips was trying to say something but

"don't know.." breaking a unusual silence in the room.

he can't be able to digest my answer.. and human like him kept the lunch box aside and started probing

"Why..? what happen..is she fine??? what's going on Sammy" shocked and not believing the way I said it.. 

replied with dead face and casual attitude, But after saying this, I was broken from inside

"We are not together now"

To be Continue....