The FACEBOOK Girl......

Yesterday, it was SUNDAY, a holiday and as usual, I was busy on FACEBOOK. I guess the term, ‘was busy on FACEBOOK’ does not need any explanation. From nowhere, I got a friend request. It was from a girl named TANU. I accepted the request immediately. As we both were online, we started chatting. The chat went on and on and on. It crossed many domains and reached to our hobbies. I told her about my blog and asked her to go through them. She read them carefully, gave her feedback, and placed a difficult challenge in front of me. She asked me to write something about her.

            Though, we had a chat for an entire day, I still did not know her in the real world. So, I decided to write about her name rather than her character. So, I just did some findings on Wikipedia and put my opinion over her name in a rhythmic manner.

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On Monday, it was Eid-ul Fitr, again a holiday and this gave ample opportunity to talk to her. I woke up in the morning, wished my friends Eid-Mubarak, send them to mosque and then turned my laptop on. I wanted to show her my poem as soon as possible. But to my disappointment, she was not there. I had to wait for nearly an hour before she turned up. I send her the poem and asked for her feedback. She asked for some time to read it which I easily granted but on the condition of reverting as soon as she ends reading it.

She liked the poem, she admitted so, and it was also apparent from the way she was using smilies in the chat. She told that, she did not know so much meanings of her name and said that she really liked the opening lines. And when I asked for her permission to put that on my blog, she agreed readily. And then she told me that Tanu, is her calling name, but her original name is Tanuja. Slowly and gradually, as we kept on chatting, the initial jitters calmed down. We flipped topics, and keep getting more and more about each other.

She was basically from Kumaon, Uttarakhand and was living in Delhi from past 9 years with her parents and younger brother. We talked about Kumaon, about Delhi, about her father and brother. We teased as well as calmed down each other at times. When my friends returned from the mosque, I realized that I had spent nearly 4 hours chatting to her. My friends were back, and it was time to attack HALEEM, which they had brought on their way back. So, I asked for some time with a promise to catch her later in the day and started my lunch. When I returned back, she was offline. This gave me the time to do some editing to the poem, earlier it was only name based but now it is combination of the name as well as character. The edited version is here.

Tanu

Kal ek ladki ne mujhse poocha,

Mere bare mein kuch likh sakte ho,

Main bola, mujhe waqt lagela,

Kya tum thoda ruk sakti ho…??

Sun meri baat, hui naa udas wo,

Bas baat yahi mujhe bha gayi thi,

Ab likhna kuch uske bare mein,

Jaroorat meri ban gayi thi…

Main socha kyun naa naam se uske,

Shuruaati kuch chand bunoo,

Phir likha naam uska kagaj par,

Jo tha T..A..N..U (Tanu)…

Arth “Tanu” ka hota hai,

Badhiya, achcha aur sukumaar,

Milkar rahna ho pasand jise,

Ya kahe jise, "milansaar".

Kuch aisi hi hai wo ladki bhi,

Baat mujhse thi jo kar rahi,

Baatein thi uski achchi/pyari,

Aur sach kahun to bahut saari.

Kah sakta main yah shashart,

Ki hai wo bandi Sukumaar,

Tabhi to ab tak hai usko,

Teddy Bear se hi pyaar.

Ankik arth Tanu ka,

nikla “Shaantipriya”,

Shanti pasand thi wo,

Aur thi wo sabki ‘priya’.

Kami insaan ka maulik gun hai,

Aur Tanu naam apvaad nahi,

Kabhi-kabhi ye kho jate hain,

Ek ajeebo-garib tanhaai mein.

Asal naam hai tumhara Tanuja,

Jiska aarth hota hai ‘beti’,

Isiliye, gharwalon ki laadli ho,

Papa-Mummy ki ‘Pyaari Beti’.

Ab aaklan karta nahi main,

Apna nishkarsh sunata hun,

Tum ‘Shaantipriya’ to ho nahi,

Ye baat tumhe main batata hun.

Hain sapne jo aankhon mein tumhare,

Kyun jubaan pe lane se darti ho,

Bharna chahti ho udaan tum,

Par pankh failane se darti ho.

Hai din aaj paak, Eid ka,

Karta hun rab se dua,

De thuje hausla aage badhne ka,

Sapno ko poora karne ka.

Sirf socha karne walon ki,

Kashti kabhi paar nahi hoti,

Aur koshish karne walon ki,

Kabhi bhi haar nahi hoti.

            I wanted to show her this edited version, but before I could send her this poem, I noticed that she had deactivated her FACEBOOK account. And that’s why I am putting it on my blog, she knows the URL of my blog, hope she will read it from here.