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To all the real life inspirational materials.

A 192 pages note book.

Half consumed three rupee ball point pen.

Cigarette smoking is injurious to health.

I truly plead guilty to the charge for, the characters and their resemblance to anything living or dead is purely intentional.

Don't try these following stunts, as it were done by experts.

I am Naresh (24), A Misapprehended Mechanical Engineer by profession and one of the 'extra terrestrial' species wandering around the globe under taking some star trekking missions. Here it starts.......

As I came out and locked the bathroom door in an urge to be dressed up quick,the long towel which I rolled over on starting to ‘unroll’ from my waist. I quickened to roll it back, as me with the towel rolled, seems like more than a three ‘pillow covers’ stuffed over a ‘cylindrical’ pillow, a half way...


I just rushed to the shelf for washed clothes thereafter, but I could see it empty except the two large hand ‘kerchiefs’ of my friends misplaced .As I am not a slim and sleek model who walks on the ramp , these ‘comparatively’ smaller stuffs will not help it. Anyway, I have to move to a ‘better’ option of getting the best of the lot pairs from the heap of ‘dirt’ shirts and ‘wrinkle’ pants in the right corner.


It didn't take much time to pick, as every piece looks same, I got inside the ‘comparatively’ less dirt shirt and wrinkle pant and tucked it in the next few minutes quicker enough to catch the bus departs at 4:14 Pm.


While combing my "decent" hairstyle before a mirror, I found the rich looking ‘branded’ eye glasses of my friend which he bought last week. The deep “resemblances” between the rear glasses of the Toyota innova parked in the neighbor home and the eye glasses ‘endangered’ a risk in testing the glasses in my face before the mirror, as there are ‘deep cracks’ already pervaded in the mirror.


Just locked the room and stepped in to my friend’s costly shoes and reminded my stupid mind once again to take care of it and place it back before he comes.


As usual, when my bus enters the terminus, around 10 people ‘mocking’ and ‘struggling’ on the gate of the running bus for more than 20 window seats. But I am satisfied to ‘settle’ after the struggle is over.


Finally the bus departed at 4:16 PM went through the city roads in a ‘sweet’ rush such that it will not ‘damage’ the passengers as well as the bus and passed smoothly through road signals and it halted finally in one , as red LED's glow in its way.


The flex boards on the top of the glass door shop on the road side read as........

Global Net connect

Email,Chatting, Printout......

The Word "chatting” drew back the memories of the text chat experiences with my ' online' girl friend (as for as me is concerned) "Neha”, whom I am going to look for in her office address now at around 5"o" clock .She is working in a "prestigious" software firm in the same city as me and she reached this “fellow world “only one year after me.

We shared all “unnecessary”stuff in the last 4 months, but not the “useful” mobile numbers. But as a better option an awakened scientist in me did research to find her office address through the minute traces she had left between text character replies in chat and some through "unethical” and “illegal” means. Even though it looks very very silly to take such a mission to look for her in office, I would console myself as I am doing it for the F……. thrill and a move to convert her from “online” status to “real life” status as friend .

I really boarded on this mission only on three assumptions

1) She is really working in Chennai.

2) She is really working only in the "traced "address.

3) The photograph she showed is really her.

As per the “technical”details of her photograph , she is enough fair looking as you can find as much as contrast between a ‘white’ and a ‘brown’ bread, when I place herself nearer to me and about the other stuffs in her ,Everything was in the right ‘mixture’ and ‘proportion’ such that she didn’t suits me in any way.

After all these “matching” sessions the ‘guts’ with which I boarded on the mission is really ‘appreciable?’.

A long and a pin sharp whistle pinched my ear drum, which thrown me out of the dream world and I realize the need to get down the bus in the next "whistle" to make the “Mission Impossible” , Possible.

At exactly 4:52 PM, I finally marked the location of the traced address after ‘crawling’ through seven straight lanes. I started ‘scanning’ every girl passing by from her office with the ‘mental picture’ of her ‘real picture’. Even though I got some “High- quality specimens” in the mean time of the scanning process, I have to “stick” to the target anyway.

After a two and a half cigarettes sticks are burnt in to ashes, I got another specimen to scan standing 10 meters apart. Even after a deep scanning for about 2 minutes,my mind still holding a status

“Processing.........."

The specimen closing the gap and started passing by. When just 2 meters apart, my system “flashes”a message

“80 %Matching "

As my memory efficiency is just 80% and matching efficiency is 100 % , I nodded for the result.

In the meantime, on the reply I judged "She too almost spotted me, as she is saying something to his fellow colleague, whom aged in early thirties". As I am always a king of predictions, I ended up confirming him as her boss. I felt nervous as they started moving towards me.

they stopped a meter apart and

"Youuuuuuuuuu............"She said stressing the last letter a more than 10 times longer.

"Are you familiar to me.......?" she questioned with puzzle.

Thanks to My ‘stiff’ posed scanned passport photo which made my face look at least familiar in real.

"I too felt the same.......Well, I am Naresh " I introduced my self.

“And Youuuuuuuuuuuuu........" but it’s my turn to stress.

"Ahh Naresh........ I am Neha " She replied rolling her eye balls in excitement.

"Nehaaa......????? " I questioned with doubt as I wanted to see her large eyeballs ‘bubble’ over again. So, I gave a “dramatic” expression to such a “realistic”situation.

"Oh no!!! .....You not getting me ?? Huh....’chat’, you remember ?? "" Said winking her lips, as it is like inviting me to have a kiss.

"Yeah...Yeah...Yeah.....Now I am getting it ....Sorry Really Really Really Sorry" I said excitedly. After all I have to give a “climax” to my melodrama.

The forefinger of my right arm started flittering too much like butterfly wings. It always happens whenever I talk to pretty cute looking girls. It’s a very bad idea to say it as my “mannerism”, as there may be some “defect” deep inside me.

I hated the way " The combo Pack " starred the conversation between “my girl” and me. However, all the bosses are Combo Packs, stupid and indecent anyway "my mind voice echoed.

" What you doing here ? " She asked me impatiently.

" Just came to see you " mind urged and after such a cut and replace operation

"Just came to see my friend " I replied.

" Is it me ???..... " She giggled explosively thinking she try kidding me.......

" Crazy girls " I thought.

" No" I said.

"Then who"

Thanks to the saleem travels company bus which pass by which helped giving my "virtual friend" a name.

" Saleem" I replied.

"Which department " She envied.

"Production Department " I said confidently as the “maximum” a mechanical Engineer can do.

"....?????...Production department " she roared looking something “peculiar” at me......

I shook my head in the mode of approval, as I am getting mine sweepers in every word I deliver. As she had no more interest to know about my friend silence filled between us.

She talked again "Oops ...... Naresh...by the way...Meet my colleague " She introduced the "Combo Pack " to me.

" Hello" 'Combo Pack ( C.P ) " roared with a deep voice probably form under his belly....

" I am ‘chappathiai’" he said , I felt I have to concentrate more next time to get his name right , as I heard something “weird” and raised my eyebrow.

"Upadhyay" he spelled it again and I congratulated me for getting it right this time.

He extended his arm for a shake .I surprised and shocked, when I easily accommodated my palm even in three fourth of his palm space for a hand shivering shake.

"Naresh.....there is a very “special” thing about upadhyay, you know what ???She said.

" What is it ?? " I asked with interest. I also puzzled as every girl packs “Time bombs” under these "Special” wrappers.

" I am committed to upadyay and we soon getting engaged " She bombed.

I felt the bursting effect of my “silly” heart in to million pieces deep inside and hiding all these under a deep belt of water, I admitted bubbling like a water...

"Oh!!!!!..Wowwwww...” and I found total uncertainties in her Commitment with "C.P”which remembered me the chat day, finally in which I asked her the most “awaited”question.

"Can you define the relation between us. Am I a friend or a brother or ......." I asked her being an optimist.

After a 10 seconds of “irritating” silence she replied " Brother ".

"Why ??" I reverted back in microseconds like as I already expecting this reply .

"Because you are elder than me, that's why " she trying to satisfy me with her vague logic.

"Then you will marry only boys younger than you " I shorted enough to broke her logic in to pieces.

"Of course" She replied confidently.

" I still Eager to know the “unspoken” selection criteria for a boy friend after these funny and freaky replies. I didn't take her replies much “seriously” that day,as it is coated with “stupid” logics. But I have no way other than scolding me “now”...

"Are you dreaming.....?? " I felt somebody shouting and shooking my shoulders. I just jumped from the “funny” dream world of girls to the girl’s life “reality”.

" Are you ok ???.....I got to go...its getting late...see you later ...bye " I could feel, these words smoothly entering my mind in spite of my “half dream”status...

It’s an utter half shock, partly conscious fake smile moved over my face to give her a warm leave.

" I could have asked her mobile number " a late thought struck my mind and I wisely buried it under the grave slab engraved "It’s of no use " Deeply into my heart.

" I started counting my steps for a bus again to pack my seat on to prepare for a dreamy night shift in the unit III of a fabrication shop tonight at 10:30 PM.

I am finally way back boarded in a partly crowded city traveler and trying to “rub” the images of what happened for the last 43 minutes.

"Heyy....Naresh" a kiddy and silky voice spoke as it longing for my reply form near tear inside the bus.

My reflexes worked fast to identify that to be my technical college junior , who is standing just behind me.

The forefinger of my right arm started fluttering too much like a free flowing butterfly wings. I tried to control it and replied enthusiastically.

" Hii.....Nandhini !! Long time eh ? "

"You know what she replied"

Next Mission Starts