Ek Kathak Aur Uski Kathayen

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

They were successful!

Them buggers who didn't want me to hunt the CAT :(

Never mind, there's always the next exam! JMET and XAT.
Megan Hawk, my dear friend, we shall one day rule over the world, and over silly exams like the CAT :D

And my dear readers, do hop over to Life Is Beautiful, its a wonderful blog :)


  • At 3:58 PM, November 21, 2006, Blogger Ramses - The son of light said…

    dear.. ( i don't want to fight charlie boy to honie you, let him enjoy the privilege LOL),

    I am also sad.. ;)
    better luck next time..

  • At 4:56 PM, November 21, 2006, Blogger Kathak - The Story Teller! said…

    Yes, I guess

  • At 1:48 PM, November 23, 2006, Anonymous UFO said…

    CAT: "That depends on where you want to get to."
    Alice: "I don't care where--"
    CAT: "Then it doesn't matter which way you go"
    Alice: "--so long as I get somewhere"
    CAT: "Oh, you're sure to do that , if you only walk long enough.'
    ~Lewis Carroll

    The CAT does make sense some times. :)
    So don't lose heart and keep the faith.

  • At 10:59 PM, November 23, 2006, Blogger Kathak - The Story Teller! said…

    UFO, don't ya worry. I'm over the CAT :)

    Great people like me are destined for much better things... greatness, total world control etc etc.

    Did I ever mention that I'm a reincarnation of Hitler?

  • At 10:05 AM, November 24, 2006, Blogger Sudhakar said…

    Madhusudhanan, Thanks buddy. Now I got the exclusive privilege of calling K, a honey.

    "Did I ever mention that I'm a reincarnation of Hitler?"
    You mean being a vegetarian? Or the sexy look you got which killed a lot of people like Hitler did in his extermination camps? ;)

  • At 6:26 PM, November 24, 2006, Blogger Kathak - The Story Teller! said…

    All of the above, Charlie Baby!

  • At 6:48 PM, November 24, 2006, Blogger Ramses - The son of light said…

    sudhakar.. charlie baby is you?
    :)) oh my god.. You were asking tips from me as if you dont know anything.. :)

    I hope many guys might have seen this picture of a cat, looking at a mirror and admiring itself as a Lion.

    There is no connection of my dear admiring herself as "reincarnation of Hitler" and the above statement. LOL

  • At 7:22 PM, November 24, 2006, Blogger Sudhakar said…

    Honey, >:D< :*

    Madhu, Ya ya. Thats me!! I still don't know anything and it's the seductress who did everything. I'm just the one at the receiving end. So if you have any tips you can still share with me :P
    And one more thing Madhu.. Lion is a *CAT* too. And K is the one who hunted it. So you can't compare her to CAT

  • At 2:44 PM, November 25, 2006, Blogger Kathak - The Story Teller! said…

    Charlie Boy... Madhu... I see you ppl are already introduced to each other. But now how will I do the introductions :(((

  • At 5:11 PM, November 25, 2006, Blogger Daneshia said…

    i wanted to put an end to the '9 comments'! :)
    and oops! what's going on here! now i know why sudhsie wants to take u to the himalayas.... :) carry on....

  • At 10:32 AM, November 27, 2006, Blogger Ramses - The son of light said…

    @Daneshia.. I really wanted to value your last comment, but there is no new topic to start a new thread.

    @darling.. i'm very sorry to have disappointed you. Okay.. for your happiness.. who is this Daneshia? ;) LOL

    @charlie I really appreciate your sense of humour.

  • At 2:39 PM, November 27, 2006, Blogger Sudhakar said…

    K, He had an interesting post on how to patafy girls. You know me quite well ain't u? Wherever there is such a topic I will be there too :P

    Dan, Why did I wanted to take K to himalayas? It's becoz she belongs there. She'll feel more at home with her relatives swinging in the high altitude trees rather than sitting idle and munching all those junk foods.

    Madhu, Dziynki

  • At 6:22 PM, December 02, 2006, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    K, forgotten me

  • At 9:25 AM, December 05, 2006, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Hey , u forgot poor lil NMIMS and FMS :)...Kathak , God and I both know why I am not studying and the irony is that neither of us is doing anything abt it ...

  • At 12:40 PM, December 05, 2006, Blogger Kathak - The Story Teller! said…

    Mysterious, Baby I can't forget you ever my love. Muuuaaahhhh >:D< :*

    Megan, I didn't forget poor little NMIMS and FMS. Its just that I'd rather clear JMET and XAT and then as an afterthough say "oh yeah, I even appeared for those exams" without really bothereing about them. You can call me silly. :(

  • At 10:07 AM, December 07, 2006, Blogger Daneshia said…

    Plz update Kathak! Waiting for your kathaas...

  • At 3:54 PM, December 07, 2006, Blogger Ramses - The son of light said…

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  • At 4:23 PM, December 07, 2006, Blogger Ramses - The son of light said…

    @Daneshia... My darling is very busy.. these days.. So being her Dear.. i am posting this Thriller Story on her behalf..

    TITLE : I Can see You

    I always sensed these things. I knew. I mean how many people can see those things. Really! actually see things? Things those are unnatural. Things that anyone cannot even imagine to see. She just thought them to be the figment of my imagination. Yes, I could see dead people. Yes, the same way the little boy in “Ths Sixth Sense” can see. I had laughed when I saw the movie with her. I didn’t find it amusing. Sometimes I scare her, really being weird.

    It all started before I came to Mumbai.I first started seeing dead people when I was just in college. I saw a old woman in an empty house in my building and nobody had lived in the house for five years. But you know how imaginative one can be, during college. Surely ghost don’t reside in buildings. Not in a city atleast. They reside in huge mansions and faraway places but not in apartments in real cities. I described the lady to my mother and my mother says it fits the description of the lady who lived there five years ago. She also warned me not to go near the house.

    After a gap of some years, I started seeing them again in Mumbai. I saw a dead king in the old forgotten fort near a village. Yes! With all his jewels and costume. I thought that I am imagining him. Actually, it could have been anyone. Someone from the theatre group in the village. Someone who likes to wear those heavy clothes and all those jewels on a hot summer afternoon. Or it could be just a mirage. But a mirage cannot be seen in a room at a distance of almost 9-10 feet. I had a point.

    I kept seeing them. I mean dead people. I became bolder. I was not afraid of them. I rather became used to them. When my grandfather I was devastated. I could hear him. The sound of bells came from the pooja room early mornings. The same way they use to be when my grand father was alive. The same time when my grand father used to perform pooja and the same way he use to ring the bells. I had searched if my mother was performing pooja. But my mother was sound asleep in her bed. Its me and only me, who heard the bells. When I told the story, She freaked out. My boy friends grand father, a ghost? She never stayed in that house in the night. She didn’t believed me. She thought, I am imagining things but still she didn’t want to take chances.

    2 years back we got married. It was an arranged marriage. We went to Matheran for our honeymoon. The second night I shook her from her sleep. It was 3:00 in the night. I told her, that I saw a woman combing her hair in front of the dressing table. There was no one on the dressing table. She guessed that I had a nightmare. The next day we enquired about the room. The answer from the Manager made me leave the hotel that very day. 5 years back a couple was living in the same room. The wife committed suicide in this room. The last she was seen by the room service person was when she was combing her hair in front of the dressing table.

    That was the first time She had known about my gift. Gift? It was more of a curse. I told her about the different times when I had seen dead people. She wondered if I was insane or just telling her story to gain attention. Lets not call myself insane, there’s a better word for it called mentally unstable. But I behave normally most of the time. Nothing out of the ordinary. Slowly we settled into our married life. She somehow felt comfortable with my stories of dead people. She didn’t believe Me. She talked to my mother. She didn’t believe me either. It seems that I was telling such stories from childhood. Everyone stopped believing me. But some of my imagination was so close to reality that She had doubts. But then it could be coincidence.

    Like once when I told her that I saw our next-door neighbor had come back from her vacation. It was impossible because she had gone a day earlier and that too 2000 kilometers from our city. The next day her body was flown to her home where she suffered a heart attack while holidaying. Had she come back to visit her house once for the last time?

    But I thought these were just coincidences. Coincidences that occurred so many times, that they ceased to be called coincidences. Every time the coincidences occurred with dead people.

    Today after 2 years, She believe me. In spite of her not believing me all these years, She is today forced to believe me. She was sitting on her chair. Chair that is kept at the end of the room. On the very chair She used to sit every day after office and to write and worked on the laptop. I was looking at her. She is looking at me and knows that I am staring her. Is it fear in my eyes? Yes! It certainly is fear. Shouldn’t it be love in my eyes? Shouldn’t I be looking at the girl I loves so much that I would kill for her. The girl who is sitting next to me - my wife, actually my second wife. While she, my first wife who I readily killed and made it appear like suicide is sitting just opposite to me, watching me. She is looking at me. She is looking at her first husband who pushed her from the very room she is sitting in. She smile at me. She would be staying here for a long time. She has to see me for a long time even I does not like it. I smile again

    I told you. I always sensed these things. I always saw dead people. Don’t you believe me now?

  • At 1:42 AM, December 08, 2006, Anonymous UFO said…

    You do write Mr M and pretty good too. :)
    I'm kinda scared. Can u see me?

  • At 1:11 PM, December 08, 2006, Blogger Ramses - The son of light said…

    thanks UFO..

    I started writing a lot, inspired by a story teller.

    Try to understand the following some how, to know how. please..

    "Main shaayar to nahin, magar ae haseen
    Jab se dekha maine tujhko
    Mujhko shaayari aa gayi
    Main aashiq to nahin, magar ae haseen
    Jab se dekha maine tujhko
    Mujhko aashiqui aa gayi
    Pyaar ka naam maine suna tha magar
    Pyaar kya hai, yeh mujhko nahin thi khabar
    Main to uljha raha uljhanon ki tarha
    Doston mein raha dushmanon ki tarha
    Main dushman to nahin
    Main dushman to nahin, magar ae haseen
    Jab se dekha maine tujhko
    Mujhko dosti aa gayi
    Sochta hoon agar main dua maangta
    Haath apne uthaakar main kya maangta
    Jab se tujhse mohabbat main karne laga
    Tab se jaise ibaadat main karne laga
    Main kaafir to nahin
    Main kaafir to nahin, magar ae haseen
    Jab se dekha maine tujhko
    Mujhko bandagi aa gayi
    Main shaayar to nahin, magar ae haseen
    Jab se dekha maine tujhko
    Mujhko shaayari aa gayi
    Main shaayar to nahin"

    LOL ... OMG.. i cant be more romantic than this.

  • At 1:02 PM, December 11, 2006, Blogger Sudhakar said…

    We got a Mr. Story-teller now? :O

    Mr. & Ms. Story-teller, :D

  • At 1:29 PM, December 11, 2006, Blogger Ramses - The son of light said…

    No.. charlie.. I dont want to enjoy the privilege reigned by you.
    I will be always a good Fan of K.
    You can always be her prince.
    Long live the prince & princess.

  • At 10:26 PM, December 11, 2006, Blogger Daneshia said…

    K! ur comment board's sure 'happening'!

  • At 7:46 PM, December 18, 2006, Blogger Ramses - The son of light said…

    Is it the end..

    is it the end of the fantasy world she was scripting..
    is it the end of my dream..
    is it the end of the fun..
    is it the end of the love and Fresh air..

    Is it the end of the K - the story teller..

    Is it the victory for all of them.. who give lot of tasks and make my darling work..

    is it the end of the beginning..
    or beginning of the end..

    will kathak will raise from the ashes...


    hey dumber.. w r i t e

    or else .. i warn you.. i'll write.



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