THE LAST OF THOSE BANGALORE DIARIES....NEO.....

" Ek tum hi nehi tanha,Ulfat mein meri ruswa",

Is sahar mein tum jaisey deewane hazaron hain".....

I still don't know why i am listening to this particular song time and again for the last half an hour!

May be I am high, may be i just couldn't coup up to the kind of change that has happened over the last two weeks.i am getting numb and insane and there by feeling miserable.But the worst part is i don't have anything to write! It feels awful when we can't express ourselves in whatever ways we can. Lets give it a shot one last time, one more peg of scotch and lighting another cigarate, took my lappy, sat down by the side of my big fat winow to write whatever i feel.

" NEO", she called and came close, infact very close, " You know, everytime i come in your arms, i get a sense of calmness from you which is very beautiful but never you, you are vulnerable, moody and hyper, how come than......",

" Shhh, you talk too much", i kissed her, and she kissed back and we both kissed again, " You know preeti, if you look through this window, you can feel the desperation of that half baked moon thriving hard to give light to this unearthly self obsessed world, no one is asking the moon to do it but its doing because of its gratitude towards nature,isn't Moon the most respecful thing we have ever came across"........

" Hmm, may be but why did you say that suddenly", she looked at me and said. Because i was noticing how the moon light reflections are carresing your hairs and making them look more beautiful. "Oye stop it", she smilingly replied giving me a nice tight hug, " And than, what's next, Bangalore Story over than"!

" Hey, leave it naa, why to spoil the mood thinking about all that", i replied kissing her on her forehead! " Neo, can we run away from the truth by ignoring the truth, okay if you dont wanna tell right now, but atleast write over it sometimes".

" I definitely will senorita", i screamed, " But its high time now to love you one last time @ Bangaluru @ Marathalli @ your Apartment right here, right now". " Hmm", she smiled, " And why do you think you will be able to do that"? " Do i look like someone who is seeking permissions," and kissed her; she reverted back lip locked, " Good to hear that"!

Needless to say we made love that night, my last sunday @ Bangaluru couldnt have looked more ludicrious! But its high time to write about Bangalore Blues...so............Over to the last pages of the diary....