We love to chat! Why not WeChat?

We Indians love our chats and chaats with equal fervor. We like our gossips to be as spicy and tangy as the golgappe waala’s teekhe waala paani. So what if your motto in life is just “live and let live”? The neighbor waali Mrs. Sharma doesn’t think so. To check what time you reach home at night, what clothes you wear and how many guy friends you have is all her prerogative too. After all, who’s going to take care of the declining ethos of the society, eh?

And so, when I was given the opportunity to be able to connect with any 5 people of my choice, I decided to run a few ticks in my check list. After all, I would be talking/chatting/video calling some of my real favorite people in the world. I decide to send WeChat invites to my favorite 5 people and this is the bhelpuri of a conversation that we had (recreated as honestly as possible ;-))

(Phone beeps)
Apparently THE ShahRukh Khan has accepted my invite and sends me a hello…

SRK: Hello there, young lady!
Moi: H..h..h…h..h hello Sir. It’s such an honour to be chatting with you.
SRK: ha ha ha. Call me SRK. Naam to suna hi hoga

(And I imagine my first true love going all SRKish, opening his arms just for me )

Mrs. Sharma: Hello Sir, I also feel the honour ji. Thank you beta for inviting me into this conversation too.

Moi: No trouble Aunty. (we need someone for entertainment,no?)

SRK: Ghata, you have such a beautiful name. Bollywood has romanticized your name so much. Never thought I would meet someone with the name.

Moi : (blushing) Thanks SRK. I can’t believe you are flirting with me 😉

Mrs. Sharma : (obviously not liking the lack of attention on her): SRK, I heard you are planning another baby. What’s with you and Aamir and Sanju wanting to be dads at 50?

SRK: ha ha ha…pyaar, shaadi aur bacche karne ki koi umar nahi hoti…lekin ye tum kya jaano Mrs. Sharma….ha ha ha!!

(Moi silently enjoying the saucy convo)

phone beeps
(The famous Margaret Mitchell has accepted my invitation too)

MM: Hello there, lady!
Moi: Hello Ma’m. I can’t believe what I am chatting with you right now. I never thought this was possible.
MM : Thank you Ghata!
Mrs. Sharma: But beta, tell me, who is this firangi girl you are talking to?
Moi: Aunty, she’s the author of a bestselling author “Gone with the Wind”. It’s my favorite book. When I first read it, I wanted to kiss the hands and the mind that created it.
MM : Thank you dear. You are very kind.
Mrs. Sharma (obviously not very impressed) : ok, your english books vooks. What do I know? She wrote a tragic love story?
Moi: No aunty, she wrote about how a girl discovered what true love actually meant in between wars and adversities.
Mrs. Sharma : (unimpressed) Ok Ok! Whatever that means..
SRK: MM, Loved your book. By the way, I am SRK. Naam to suna hi hoga….ha ha ha…
MM : Thank you Sir. Pray forgive me for I have never heard of you.
SRK : !!!
Moi : 😛

phone beeps


(Sarah jessica parker has accepted my invitation too)
I let out a whoop of joy!

Moi : Hi Sarah! So excited to be talking to you.
SJP : Thanks honey.
Mrs. Sharma : now who is she? Why couldn’t you invite Anandi from Balika vadhu? Always talking to these foreign girls!!
Moi : Aunty, she is a famous Hollywood actress. She played Carrie Bradshaw in the famous TV series Sex and the City.
mrs. Sharma: What? Sex and what? Your generation and all this talk about s** before marriage and all?

Aunty  goes off on another tangent and talks about our unmoral-ness while …

Moi: So, Sarah, how does it feel to be still remembered as Carrie? Was it difficult playing the part?
SJP: It feels great to be still known as Carrie. People loved the show. Playing the part wasn’t so difficult because it is a little like all the New York girls drifting in and out of relationships.
Moi: But what about being in an affair with Mr. Big knowing that he was married?
SJP: Well, that was Carrie Bradshaw for you and not Sarah. 🙂

Aunty is still mumbling about sex and extra marital affairs…

Moi: You sensationalized the stilettos and high street fashion.
SJP: Thanks a lot girl. I loved being on the show as much as you loved watching it.

phone beeps and Mr. Arvind Kejriwal is on the chat


Moi: hello Sir, an honour to be talking to you.
Mrs. Sharma : Hello Arvind ji. Only you can save the country now. You are doing a great job.
AK: Thank you ladies. But the aam aadmi party needs your support both morally and financially to succeed.
Moi: Absolutely Sir. We will support as much as we can. I am a huge fan. The way you left your high profile cushioned job for the sake of the country is really exemplary.
AK: Thank you. It’s just something I had to do.
Moi: But I am sure it was not easy. Family pressures must have held you back.
AK: Let’s not go there. What’s important is that the youth wants a change and we are trying to bring it. We just need your support.
Mrs. Sharma: Arvind ji, please lead us. We will follow you. Perhaps, after this chat, you could come over to our area to check our heightening electricity bills.
Moi: !!!!!!!

And finally, Sir Ravindra Jadeja decides to accept my invite and join the conversation


Moi: Sir Jadeja, what a performance you have been giving in the Champions Trophy.
SRK: O look, sir Ravindra Jadeja! sir, bahut naam suna hai aapka….its lovely meeting you.
MM: So, you are the Sir Ravindra Jadeja everyone’s been talking about? You must be doing something right! Congratulations..
SJP: O yeah, I heard a lot about you from the Indian media, facebook and twitter. Going great guns dude. Keep it up!
AK : Sir, saare politicians aapki tarah perform karne lage, to everyone can live in peace
Mrs. Sharma: He must be a cricketer. Everyone seems to know him? Was he also involved in match fixing?
Moi: No aunty. But yes, he is a cricketer and is in great form. So Sir RJ, how does it feel to be appreciated by legends all over the world?
Sir RJ : (blushing) well, you know…its nice. I like it. But I just try to play my game. Bowl straight. field well.. Rest all follows.
Moi: I am sure Sir RJ. But don’t you feel offended people make jokes on you?

Sir RJ:I try to keep away from them.People do what they are good at. I try do my act well.

Moi: Looking forward to a great performance from you in the upcoming matches as well.

Sir RJ : I will try my best … (honest smile) 🙂

Mrs. Sharma and I had such an awesome time talking to these great personalities!!All thanks to WeChat for launching this awesome application especially in our country where gossips spread faster than wildfires. If you want to know more about this app(downloadable on your phone), you can read my review here. And if you had fun reading about this saucy, tangy and spicy conversation, you should give WeChat a try too!

This post has been written for the WeChat with Anyone, Anywhere! on Indiblogger




You and I…

Everything in my life can be divided into two eras – Before I met You and After I Met You. But somehow I can’t recall the time Before I met you. You know why?
Being a huge SRK fan and all his chick lit, romantic and love-is-forever kinda movies, I always thought that the day I was conspired to meet you, I would just know. How? That I never figured out. But alas! Nothing like that happened. You walked in, I saw you, you saw me and we turned away our faces as politely as strangers do after scanning other strangers around them.
That day when the lights went out for our first video test, I turned back to look at something. And you saw my eyes. Only my eyes. And you say that got you hooked. You loved them..large, round, dark brown and moist. I don’t quite believe you to this day 🙂
One day I was reading one of my favorite books when you came up to me and asked if you could borrow the book. And that day we spoke for the first time. And now I realize that it’s only poetic justice that a book brought us together. Our mutual love for books has indeed bought us a long way.
And then a creep started making my life difficult by almost stalking me. I was afraid to venture out of that room. And coincidentally (?) you were the only guy left. I asked you  to walk with me till the gate without telling you the reason. You were quite amused by my antics, but you still decided to come along. And scare away the creep you did, by walking me safely till my cab every day. You really felt protective of me since then? *gulp*
And then one day when I was telling you some random stuff, your expression changed to something that was akin to spotting your beloved mango on an apple tree. You couldn’t have been more surprised. And then you opened your blog and showed me an article that you had written that was almost exactly what I was telling you. How that happened to two complete strangers, I don’t know. But today, it makes my belief stronger that you and I were conspired to be together.
And then we began to hang out together in a group. Everybody thought there was something between us. Except you and I. Although they did make lot of jokes about a tall handsome 6 footer dating a shy kid-like 5 footer.
Do you remember that truth and dare game we played once? Where we all had to write on paper chits,  who we would like to go out on a date with, from that room? And to the amazement of everybody present, you and I were the only people to have written each other’s names. And imagine that we still didn’t see any signs (as SRK says) 😛
It was time for you to leave the organization. I was sad. But I didn’t cry. Why would I? After all we had been friends for only about 3 months. And nothing magical like “kuch kuch hota hai” had happened between us. But after a few days, I missed you way more than I should have missed a 3 month old friend. I cried and I sobbed and yet I tried to talk to you normally because I wasn’t even sure what this was all about. It was so crazy that I never figured it could be that four letter word that everyone had been saying all along. I never believed my SRK fantasy could ever come true.
And then it was time for me to leave. To another city. Now this was serious business. When you left the org, at least we were in the same city and could have met if we wanted to. Moving to different cities would make things ever so complicated. We decided to meet for the one last time. Because the future was so uncertain, who knew what the next six months would bring for you and me? May be you would move to another city too, like me. And then maybe we would fondly remember each other as “that sweet/crazy” friend of mine.
But you decided to make the move. You gave me my first love letter. And then there is this another hilarious story of how I accepted and more importantly, understood it. (may be I will do another post on it later). And you also gave me the best gift that you have given me till date – a copy of my all time favorite book that I had lost. If not for any other reason, I would have said my “Yes” only for this 😛 :-))

 

Remember the rules of our relationship we laid down on that day? And now I realize how mature we both were even at the start of our relationship:-) And even though, those rules were so cute, they held us in good stead until we figured out this relationship was for keeps.
And some five odd years later, nothing has changed. My heart still skips a beat when you call me by those stupid nick names that only you and I know. I still get goose bumps when you give me that SRK waala long hard stare, that gaze which bores into my eyes, and touches my soul. You still pamper me with your crazy surprise gifts. You get so mad when I fall ill and I can see you struggle helplessly because you can’t ease my pain. You travel  more than 4 hours every day so that I can reach home safe and sound before dark. You can read my silence. You can still make me do a full throated laughter with your silly antics and jokes. You make me laugh even when I am crying. And the best time is when you cradle me into your arms like a baby and soothe me while I shed copious tears or generally become a bundle of nerves. You always keep me on my toes by just being yourself. I even cherish the time that we spend fighting with each other, because it is spent with you.
Now you know why I worry endlessly about you? Why you mean the world to me? Why I keep telling you to always take extra care and not be your over-adventurous self? Why I shout at you, even though what I really want is to hug you tight and say, “Thank God you are safe!”?
Why I keep saying that you are the one I want to annoy the rest of my life? And may be in my next life too?
I hope, now you know why 🙂