I too had a love story …

"Not all love stories are meant to have perfect ending. Some stay incomplete. Yet they are beautiful in their own way."

This is the lines from the novel's cover, "I too had a love story", which I picked up randomly at Chandigarh Railway station to kill my journey time.

As I was reading novel after long time it helped me finish it ASAP. Story was somewhat interesting and language was not deliberately complex as with Dan Brawn or Paulo Coelho. Having said that, I mean, I could quickly turn the pages without putting so much effort to understand the complexity of the sentence. And, on top of that, it was written by a S/W Engg; so his lingo was much expected.

Accepting the fact that, it was written by an amateur, I didn't expect too much from the book and never did regret my decision of putting 100 bucks for it.

I enjoyed the plot, simplicity and innocence of the writer throughout the book.

Towards the mid of the story, his desperate attempt to force sense of humour pissed me off and in addition, most pages used to have 100 times "Shona" and kiss. Luckily, those pages did not last long and then something came which engrossed me too much into story.

Oh, Boy! If it is real, I wonder, how he got the courage to write the "unexpected" part of the book.

While everything about this book is ordinary, last part with khushi is definitely not ordinary and it may make you feel - Ohh no... Why she???? or even moist Eyes.
 

Fasten Your Seatbelt…

 

Finished all the Sky Mall magazines that are placed here in the seat pocket. What next? Let’s take a round through the latest playlist... hmm good way to kill time during any mode of travel.....

Finally, here I am, in mid air, approx 30k ft. above the ground wondering what to do now. Life becomes so strange sometimes, from last 15 days till few hours before, I was so called terribly busy with the work and my VISA (which would let me enter into Very In-significant States of America), leave approval...and blah blah blah...

But then, those busy days did help me skip few lunch too (mentioned this just to exaggerate, how busy I were). Beauty of these busy days were, it never made me feel sure that I am really flying back for a vacation to my sweet country (yeah, "Maa Tujhe Salam" in the playlist).

Finally, end to will I? will not I? Welcome break from those thousand lines of code and Black (read Manhoos) UNIX screen, even though it is ephemeral.

Feeling like doing all the crap things that I missed in last couple of weeks.

Let me open the laptop as still an hour to go before I hit the ground only to board back into another fucking 14 hrs long flight. Flight journey, specially the long one, I feel, is the most boring mode of travel. But, I am taking my words back ("fucking 14 hrs") because this gonna take me to place I have been missing for quite some time now.

Stop cribbing; forget all the craps; clear the temp memory and think about nothing but next 2 weeks which surly gonna be awesome with the family, friends, Diwali (key words are enough).

“Please switch off the laptop and fasten your seat belt, we are about to land at JFK,” Air hostess requested.

Oops…. Itni Jaldi…. It’s time to shut down!!