14th May ....... Just another Date ....What the heck in the Number ?

Well what’s in a Number hmm ?? …. Its Just a number … in this case a phone Number ….. just a friends US phone number …….. happens to be my dearest frieds phone number !!! 508-740-9811...... Thats the number Saved as Vijay in my Mobile ..... I call you some times and get the message as wrong number ..... I Wonder sometimes .... It was the same number we had so many conversations about life, our plans, the pain, the happiness , the birthday , diwali new year wishes ..... so many times we spoke and lived those moments. Telugu …… Well again what the hell ? …. Just a Language …. Happens to be one of the South Indian Language …….. what if you heard it first time from your dearest friend Vijay , I don’t Know why ….. whenever I hear Telugu …. My heart starts aching …… Why is this language become dear to me ….. whenever I hear someone say anything in Telugu …. They seem near to me & dear to me….. WHY ? Hyderabad ……. Just another South Indian City ….? Why does it ring bells in my ears whenever I hear the mention of Hyderabad …… why is it that Hyderabad feels another home to me ? I still remember that KSRTC bus I was in …. Next to the window …… and the that evening …… the whole Hyderabad started passing by from that window ….. frame by frame ….. each frame bringing all those memories of the time spent with you in Hyderabad …….. Each frame bought down tears …… with heavy heart I left Hyderabad …… Promising myself ….. Never to return ever to this City … which reminds me of those cruel memories of taking you on my shoulders …. To the brutal-burial ……. I wished never to remember that saddest part of our friendship …… First time in my life I felt alone …….. yes I was running away from the cruel truth of life that ….. you are gone to the place never to return …. Wanted to run away from everything that reminded of you ….. I ran away from Telugu, Hyderabad …. Those friends of yours in Hyderabad, your family, your Facebook profile , Your linkedin profile , your pictures …… the Terabytes of the Bhatkal memories of our Friendship ………. I wanted to run away from all that …… Its four years since then …. I could not run away ……. Because you were there permanently sealed in my heart as the only friend I could ever have so close …… Now I stopped running …. I Cherish those memories of our friendship ……. I see those pics to remember you , I hear Telugu to get those memories ……. Hyderabad is the best place I would love to visit …… those café with samosa’s , that Irani chai …… those Tankbund drives in the night ….. those Beers we had ……. Those Wills we lit …… so many of those great memories of Hyderabad ….. Those Bhatkal Engineering days ….. those night outs, those adventure trips to Jog falls, toodalli falls …… that accident we had on the main road , that drive back home from the jungle on your khatra scooter with no light ….. those fist fights we had …… There are enough memories running in Giga bytes to Tera bites ….. Enough to remember you the whole life …… Thanks Vijay ….. for being that great friend …… Its been four years & I am missing you !!! Few lines for you …. From another pained soul who had expressed on web ….. I think these lines express exactly as my heart is feeling …. Karoge Yaad Ek Din Karoge Yaad Ek Din Is Dosti Ke Zamane Ko Chale Jayenge Jab Hum Kabhi Na wapss Aane Ko Chalega Mehfil Me Jab Zikr Hamara Koi To Tum Bhi Tanhayi Dhundoge Aansu Bahane Ko Another one …. Aj rootha huwa ik dost bohat yaad aya Acha guzra huwa kuch waqt boht yaad aya Jo mery dard ko seenay main chupa leta tha Aj jab dard huwa to boht yaad aaya… Another one …. Ek dost wo mera kaha chala gaya.. Jana nahi tha jidhar wo waha chala gaya.. Kya rutha wo ki meri jindgi ruthi.. Aisa lagta hai ki mera jahaa chala gaya..