Friday, July 2, 2010

He said, She said. . .


1.  He said to her "Shall we try swapping positions tonight?" 
She said "That's a good idea - You stand by the stove & sink while I sit on the sofa and do nothing but fart!"

2.  He said to her "What have you been doing with all the grocery money I gave you?" 
She said to him "Turn sideways and look in the mirror!"  

3. He said to her "How many men does it take to change a roll of toilet paper?" 
She said to him "I don't know, it has never happened."  

4. He said to her "Why is it difficult to find men who are sensitive, caring and good looking?" 
She said to him "They already have boyfriends."  

5. He said to her "Why are married women heavier than single women?" 
She said to him "Single women come home, see what's in the fridge and go to bed. Married women come home, see what's in bed and go to the fridge."

Nothing special about this Saturday as well. Hope you all have a great Weekend ahead !! ;)

Thursday, July 1, 2010

The Man Rules

At last a guy has taken time to write this all down

Finally, the guys' side of story.
We always hear ‘The Rules’ from the female side… Now here are the rules from the male side.
These are our rules!

Please note: These are all numbered 1 on purpose!

1. Men are not mind readers.
(First and Foremost)

1. Learn to work the toilet seat.
You’re a big girl…it its up, put it down.
We need it up, you need it down.
You don’t hear us complaining about you leaving it down.

1. Sunday sports, it’s like the full moon or the changing of the tides…let it be.

1. Crying is blackmail.

1. Ask for what you want. Let us be clear on this one:
Subtle hints do not work.
Strong hints don not work.
Obvious hints do not work.
…Just say it!

1. Yes and no are perfectly acceptable answers to almost every question.

1. Come to us with a problem only if you want help solving it. That’s what we do.
Sympathy is what your girlfriends are for.

1. Anything we said 6 months ago is inadmissible in an argument. In fact, all comments become null and void after the 1 day.

1. If you think you’re fat, you probably are.
Don’t ask us.

1. If something we said can be interpreted two ways and one of the ways makes you sad or angry, we meant the other one.

1. You can either ask us to do something or tell us how you want it done. Or tell us how you want it done. Not both. If you already know how best to do it, just do it yourself.

1. Whenever possible, please say whatever you have to say during the commercials.

1. Christopher Columbus did not need directions and neither do we.

1. All men see in only 16 colors, like windows default settings. Peach, for example, is a fruit, not a color. Pumpkin is also a fruit. We’ve no idea what mauve is.

1. If it itches, it will be scratched.

1. If we ask what is wrong and you say ‘nothing’, we’ll act like nothing’s wrong.
We know you are lying, but it is just not worth the hassle.

1. If you ask a question you don’t want an answer to, expect an answer you don’t want to hear.

1. Don’t ask us what we’re thinking about unless you are prepared to discuss such topics as football or cricket.

1. You have enough clothes.

1. You have too many shoes.

1. I am in shape. Round is a shape!

1. Thank you for reading this.
Yes, I know, I have to sleep on the couth tonight; but did you know, men really don’t mind that.

Monday, May 31, 2010

Do I Miss You ??

Do I miss you? I don't know
But Im missing your lovely smile
When my heart is hurt & tears flow down
Its not here today to comfort me...

Do I miss you? I don't know
But Im missing your warm cuddle
When I feel lonely & need your arms
Suddenly I realise ; You are far away...

Do I miss you? I don't know
But Im missing the life we shared
Morning walks along the country roads
Evenings by the golden beaches

Do I miss you? I don't know
But Im missing your tendre love
Every minute we have spent together
I cherish in my heart with all my love

(Yeah...I miss you sweetheart)

I Don't Miss You, I Miss Who I Thought You Were..

Wednesday, May 26, 2010


Tears, tiny droplets of unnamed emotions
Purest form of love, hatred and fear,
Reflection of my mind, my inner soul
Wash me from my anguish, make me pure.

Love was never a game, oh unknown
My life and roles in it made it one!
The hurdles seemed so long, I endured
The mission, the changing rules, failed me win.

Levels changed and so did the game
Survival became the name of my aims!
Alone, not lonely I played the game
Memories of forgotten fuelled my life.

Moving on, I knew what's on my way
Yet you made me choke, oh love long gone,
You said you knew me in and out
Yet failed to know my tears for you!

The game console blinked, one last message
The dire choice " Game Over. Play Again? "
Tears, tiny droplets of unnamed emotions
Wash me from my anguish, make me pure..

Wednesday, May 19, 2010


I simply hate it when I don't have anyone to talk to. But then there is a lesson in this that I should learn. There is no other person you should talk to, but yourself. Because there is no one who would understand your feelings better than you, yourself. You can talk to yourself without anyone knowing about it! And you don't even have to worry about the "other" person spreading the news! Who cares if no one else has time to listen to your Dukh Bhari Dastaan! There is always you who would listen to it! And so I have learned my lesson after the wise words I got from people. Ah well... you have to learn it the hard way!

Another thing that I have been thinking about is "maturity". I saw this group on facebook which said "My level of maturity depends on who I am with". I always believed that we matured with age. The older we get, the wiser we get, the more mature we become. Apparently I was wrong. In some cases only, of course. Who am I to point that out though! I act so immaturely at times. But believe me I try to act my age. I do try. And I try my best to think things over. But you can't deny the fact that sometimes it's fun to act like a kid and forget the whole maturity issue! Just today I let out my childish talks to my Mom (believe me it's very strange because I do not connect to my Mom in that way what-so-ever!).

And you must be thinking what a crazy Guy ! Just now he was on about how we should only talk to one understands us better than ourself!...blah blah blah! Yeah..okay I am a confused kid. Give me a break please.  Anyway, so I ranted so bad in front of Mom that she ended up laughing at me. Not very nice. I am a 18 year old guy and I was acting like an 8 year old complaining git! I am mature when it comes to certain issue. Seriously! But I hate it when I see people not acting their age. I know, I am being a bitch. And so I am! Phew! There! I said it! I am no angel. I rant about the weirdest of stuff and about the silliest of issues. I also ended up labelling myself as a selfish brat too.

I have a few questions. The things we might see as wrong or annoying at this point of time (at this age)..Do they matter when you grow up maybe 40 years later.. do they still matter? Would I be still winging about the same things when I am that far ahead in my life? Will anyone of us be doing it? I somewhat do know the answer to this (at least for myself, I do.). Then what is the point of acting so immaturely to these situations now?

I am so annoyed at what is going around me at the moment. That I want to stick my middle finger up and tell everyone off! Grrr.... I am a crazy person. And I write about strangest of things. It would be so funny reading all these posts when I am 50 above (if this blog survives). Some things should be taken as a joke but unfortunately they are stretched so far for no reason at all. And I don't like it. Some people need to learn to grow up (including me). Some people should stop being so immature and act their age. It's about time they grew up. Some people need to understand that some things are not meant to be talked out simply because they are useless! Argghhh... I am in such a bad mood. And this weather is playing it's part in making it worse.

Sorry for wasting your time with my useless ranting. Bleh. I simply don't want to waste my time on useless arguments as I have enough up my sleeve as of now. So adios for a while. To everyone. I mean EVERYONE.

Take care and be good !!

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

When Jealousy Creeps In..

Love is in the air. Anyone and almost everyone seems to be falling for someone or the other. Now before you get the wrong idea, let me clarify – No! I am not in love. Yes, I put up mushy lovey dovey status messages now and then and confusing blog posts which intrigue the readers even more. Guess it’s just the age I am in where everything I do gets automatically misinterpreted as to being in love.

So like I was telling (and before I go off topic again), love is definitely in the air. Everywhere I go I see young couples hanging around – at restaurants, at shopping malls, at theatres – with a glow on their faces and a spring in their steps. I admire them for a second or two, go awwww within self and then all of a sudden jealousy hits. I mean how dare they fall in love, when yours truly hasn’t found a partner for herself as of yet? I give them some unnoticed glares and leave it at that.

It was during one of these lovey dovey days that I decided to go shop. I landed at a counter inside the shop which was showcasing some very nice collection of earrings. The only hindrance for me - a young and good looking couple. Hmmm, actually only the girl was good looking, the guy was just ohhh-kay. So there they were (mostly him), blocking the already small counter and I wasn’t able to admire properly or check out a pearly set which I had set my eyes on.

The boy looked more obsessed, besotted, ‘in love’ with the girl than vice versa.

*Girl tries on a pair of earrings*

BF : Ohhhhhh! You look SO fab! LOVELY!

GF (admiring herself on the mirror) : Yeah, no? Even I think so too. Looks awesome on me!!!
*Girl tries on another pair*

BF (eyes all dazed) : Wooowwww! Just look at you! So pretty.

GF (still admiring herself on the mirror) : Yeah no?!! Wow!! Just wow!
This complimenting from both sides (boy to girl, and girl to herself) went on for a good 5 minutes. I was there behind them admiring the scene, observing, taking it all in. Then.. yes… I hate to admit it… jealousy crept in. I decided enough was enough. I tapped the guy on his shoulders and asked in an irritated tone–

So did you find anything good for yourself?”

The sales lady figured out what was going on and ushered the guy away much to his embarrassment. Though the funny part is that the girl hardly noticed he was gone and she went on admiring herself in the mirror.

Oh well. It’s fun to be jealous sometimes! ;)

If You're Happy And You Know It.....

.... Then have an expression that goes like this -

Like minded people are hard to find. And what’s more tough is finding people who you feel really connected to. I’m glad those very people have landed from miles away to visit this September. Some more are still to come.

Yes, even 'You' has landed. It feels really nice to be able to see him again. My childhood buddy. The person who has tolerated me the most in life. The person who has pissed me off so much that I have kicked him off from my FB and Orkut list the MOST number of times. He still suffers me and is downright sweet regardless of my immature self.

My chuddy buddy rocks even if he’s an idiot.

May this friendship last forever…

Sunday, May 9, 2010

It's Time To Move On . . .

Life has taken another 360 degrees turn here.

The moment you think that everything is going your way, things CHANGE.. and the rules of the game are changed... 

I am seeing,that a lot of people around me are finding it difficult to accept my ideologies in life and I think may be it is high time, I need to leave it all behind and move ahead.

Of course,I am scared and not too sure.. But THIS is the time to decide...

Either I give-in to the cliche or create my own path... I may end up alone, battered and defeated if things go wrong but if I have the courage to do what I believe in, I am sure, I will find the courage to bear the consequences of the same.

I really donno which way to take. I trust no one right now. I need to break free from the cobwebs I have created around me.

Relationships are indeed great but if they don't let you be free... they are not meant to be... So I leave some of them behind and move on...

Coz I think if there is something that I have in me... I should not let it go down the drain... We all have been given something special by God coz he believed in us, he wanted us to recognize our potential and work on it so we create a difference in some way.

I think it is MY time to do it.. so leaving behind everything that binds me... I have decided to take a chance.. to do what I believe in...

Let's see what's in store next :) :) 

Hey! did you try listening to the voice inside you... did u really try to recognize that special something in you?? If not, I would say, do it now yaar.. coz life is too short... and time is pretty much less...

Crap! I am so much preachy these days...huh! can't really help it.. 
Love ya :)

Thursday, May 6, 2010

Not For You . . . But For Me !!

The wait has been long and I am glad I am waiting...coz I want to wait...I want to wait till it hurts...till it tears me apart...till I realize that you are gone forever...and you will not come back...

I NEED to sit here for hours today, getting shamelessly drenched in the rain, staring at the empty road that used to bring you here everyday, not for you, but for let this feeling sink let the pain take its toll on me.

I WANT to remember this time, this place, this suffering always...I want to stay some more here... I want to wait some more here...wait until I lose hope of seeing you again.

I will wait until the tears cut through the strong walls of my heart and scream it aloud that you'd never come back.

Let me wait for one more minute, some more seconds...let me suffer a little more... not for you... but for ME.

I will go back home today, with a broken heart, with as much despair as I can, with as much pain as I can I'd never regret not waiting for you enough... not for you...but for ME.

Let me wait some more... some more... until the soul is completely shaken....not for you...but for me


Note : I donno how much sense it makes to anyone...It is NOT a poem...It is NOT a planned post....I really donno what it is all about. :) Don't ask me. Feel free to HATE it :D

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

For Her . .

I searched again today.
Yet another futile attempt.

I searched again in spaces big and small, inside my heart and outside, in sounds and in silence, in sight and behind closed eyes. I searched for a glimpse, a shadow, a word, a glance, a breath?

I found none.

 Love that was everywhere - the sand that let me leave my mark on it, the breeze that kissed me without asking, the sounds of music that I carried within me, the colors of joy splashed all around me - they all came together to surround me like a warm embrace. I held on tight, knowing and not believing that there will come a time when I have to let go. So, I closed my eyes and slept like a child, dreaming dreams that kept my illusion alive. 
And then one day, they all left and they took with them my world of love..

It was not her that I searched for. I searched for the world that I created for myself when she was around. I searched for the lightness in my step and in my heart, for the beauty around me and within me, 
I searched for colors, melody, life and love.
I searched for the me that lived only for her,
only for those moments shared with her..

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Kuch Meetha Ho Jaye..

With romance going digital and love being on the fast lane,the age old art of wooing is slowly dying out.Maybe because everyone's so short of time.Men don't have the time or the patience to woo women and women in turn don't have the inclination to be wooed,something that roots to feminism.It's sad to find the beautiful art of courtship dying out because some women feel it humiliating and some men feel it unnecessary,esp with demands of equality.Forget about the idea of being sweet to a stranger,without any motive.

Anyway,I am hopelessly romantic and I still believe in knights,gentlemen and all the age old conventions.I feel happy when I see any of my friends doing something sweet for their partner. Such things were common place when I was in college and it was always fun to watch. But after college I hadn't witnessed anything truly sweet until it happened

I was returning from a friend's place in the evening..Before heading home I decided to get myself a recharge voucher.The neighbourhood shop was crowded being a small hangout for many MBA students who stay in the locality.While I was waiting for my turn I found a cute gurl by my side.I gave her one casual glimpse.She smiled but I ignored and looked the other way.Rude,you might think but I was in a terrible mood after a real bad day.I paid the cash,got my voucher and headed out of the shop.I decided to take home some snacks from the nearby thela wala. While I was at the shop giving orders,the thela boy pointed behind my back.I looked back but didn't find anything.He again pointed,but towards my vehicle this time.I looked back and still didn't find anything strange.When he did it for the third time,I thought he was retarded.Just then another person at the shop tapped me and asked me to look back.when I looked back,almost irritated by then,I could see a gurl waving to me from the other side of the road. She was on her scooty with her helmet firmly on her head. I could make out she was the gurl from the shop. She pointed to my Bike. I looked down to find a chocolate bar on my seat.And below it was a paper with a big smiling face drawn on it and the words "Haapy Summer Days" scribbled beneath it.I looked up at her and she shouted back,"It's for you". Before I could react she zoomed off. People were looking at me and some were smiling..In my hurry to get out of there,i forgot to collect my snacks packet.I t was further embarrassing when I went back to collect it..

Back home i told my mom about the incident and we both shared a good laugh..
I don't remember any stranger being so sweet to me.It surely made me smile.If only I could have said a thank you or atleast returned her smile.I hope she reads this though.. *sigh*

Monday, May 3, 2010


It's been quite some time now since my last post.It wasn't because nothing had been happening off late but rather because my mind was and remains a pot pourri of emotions over the last couple of days.I would start off with the most pressing thing on my mind right now,
a band-aid.

Where did i keep that band-aid??I tried hard to think.I kept searching it with a desperation,i ner knew of.Finally after 2 long hours of exhaustive search i gave up and reclined on the couch.It was 2 in the night.I poured myself some coffee(depressing me further).I kept thinking of all the places where i could have kept it.Why of all places did i note his number on the band-aid strip.Why?I still remembered him calling me back at the Srinagar airport and giving me his number.In a hurry i'd fished into my bag to look for a pen but i'd found my kajal instead.I'd tried looking for a paper but the only thing i found were tablet strips,more medicines and this lone band aid strip.I'd hurriedly taken down his number.My folks called out to me.So I gave him one final look,that of a goodbye.I'll call you.bye.I'd said and rushed to the airport.
Back home,I'd looked at the strip.I'd tossed it casually between my fingers before putting the strip in my study drawer.You don't forge relationships with people you leave behind,i'd thought.I'd opened the drawer again looking at the number.I'd wanted to give him a call but pushed back the drawer.And i'd forgotten all about it.
Last fifteen days as tension gripped the valley my mind constantly drifted to him.Would he still be taking the bus through the Pirpanjal?Would Sharif be with him to give him company?Is he alright?i thought.Situation in Kashmir had changed days after i returned from there.I should have called him earlier.I should call him up now.And it's since then that i have been desperately looking for that piece of paper.
I don't know what i feel right now..
guilt?...self hatred?..anger?...worry?....desperation?..frustration?
I don't know how to set things right.But i'll keep trying never the less.I'll try to heal things with out a Band Aid.

Sunday, May 2, 2010

Jab We Met !!

Jab We Met,
Was no day special.

I was in the canteen bunking my class,
U in the library reading through ur glass.
Then the AO came checking
and i jumped the windows
and went off scurrying
to find a place to hide.
It was d library i found,

U looked up at d sound.
I smiled ,u smiled back
I came n sat next to you
You were scared n hurried to the loo.
Then i said something gross

And u looked really cross.
Oops sorry.. i said.,
thinking i have hurt a nerd.
But you took things light.

I wondered was it just me..
or me smiling bright?
I saw you go red.

I simply laughed,
ruffled your hair and left.

Next,I met you in the lab
I was having problem with my device
But then u were so nice

u came n fixed it up.
It was then i felt awe for u,
Rather your brains to be true.
You seemed to like my company

and m sure i didn't mind.
The next day i asked you out,
U were a lil unsure
But finally decided to come out.
You were my fifty third date

While I was your first,
And who knows,maybe the last.
We went to a small cozy pub
And when I asked you for a dance,

You gave me a nervous glance.
But as I pulled you closer
and taught you the steps.

You got easy and danced away to claps.
I'd been out so many times
But i loved it with you.
And from the look on your face
I could know,so did you.

What happened next
is for you to guess.
Love followed dates,
Marriage came next.
And after two decades,
As i find you beside me now,
I look back and think,
Am glad we made it somehow.
Aye,you are still the one i love
And i'll love you so.
Jab we met was special
Now i know.

Romantic Me

For the past few weeks I wasn't too happy with my life.Nothing too upsetting in particular,but the way things were going,especially in the lives of people close to me,it had left me disturbed.I saw more break ups and fights in the past 2 weeks than probably i had done in a year.I was beginning to feel jaded and a little skeptical on the whole idea of 'being in love'.So when one of my close friends asked for my help in organizing a small function on the occasion of her parents' 25th marriage anniversary,I was only glad to help.I needed to get my spirits back.

I was given the overall charge of the event.So from setting the ambience,to choosing the menu,selecting the music to inviting the guests it was all my responsibility.It was a family affair so only relatives and close family friends were invited.I always like small gatherings,it's more personal.
We had a young couple,few youngsters and some senior couples amidst us.Being close to my friend I knew almost all people around.The elders were a delightful bunch,who cracked jokes and recounted many funny and romantic incidents from their life.

We had a small event where the men had to dedicate a song to their wives.The elderly couples laughed it off but everyone cheered when the young husband volunteered.We could see his lovely wife blush when he sang "mujhe raat din,bas mujhe chahti ho.."There was a hint of naughtiness in his eyes.It was too sweet and too romantic.It set the mood in.And then we had my friend's dad and some of the elders sing songs.They weren't exactly romantic,but everyone was enjoying.

The food was great.After dinner,the elders got down to some serious discussion over their drinks.The music in the background was soft and romantic.I couldn't help myself when the godfather's theme started playing and pulled my friend for a dance.And soon the others joined in and we all were dancing to the romantic music.It was good too see everybody laugh and enjoy so much.

I feel a lot relaxed after yesterday night.It was a nice way to unwind.I have my romantic caps on and I'm feeling all mushy and mellow now.I have already listened to more than a dozen love songs since morning.So here's sharing one of my all time favourites with you.Enjoy!

Thursday, April 29, 2010

The Gift Of Time..

The afternoon rays filtered through the lace curtains, falling softly across my mum’s face. I was propped up on the couch in front of her, my legs carelessly thrown over the armrest.
She was talking animatedly about her favorite subject – my dad :) , and his recent exploits. I watched her face, as myriad expressions flitted across within seconds and felt a strange kind of contentment. The face that had been once guilty of an arresting purity, had aged over the years and now reflected a woman with a deeper strength of purpose.
It had been about half hour after lunch, and this was one of our usual conversation periods. We would joke, and reflect – on ourselves, on our family, society, human emotions and life in general. In the kitchen, on the living room couch, in the balcony, or on the phone – the location didn’t matter; many years had passed and these languid moments of companionship hadn’t changed.
I thought to myself… Surely, there was something deeper in this than just frank, effortless, soul-soothing communication? Was I under-estimating the value of these moments?
My stream of thought moved on. With a familiar pang in my heart, I thought of how easily we forgot what life was about. It’s always, “I have yet another thing to do”, or “there’s a very important meeting that I cannot afford to miss”, or “I simply don’t have the time!”. All the while, our most basic needs are sacrificed at the altar of mindless-routine.
And as I thought more about it, it dawned on me. That this is probably what this New Year needed to be about the most:
The thought that there is much more to human life than existence, thousands of commitments, and all our precious monetary/material possessions. The thought that the world feeds off the energy and spirit of living individuals… not mindless zombies :) .
The world that we all should be living in is the one that blooms with companionship, and each day brings that one miracle that owes its creation to love. A world where someone somewhere could still become a champion for under-rated (perhaps altogether-alien) values like honesty, integrity, fearlessness, and compassion.
Those moments of being-ness that I experienced as I heard my mother talk brought forth a thought that I wish I remembered more often: That as people, we all have a unique gift that only we can provide: Our Time.
I realized that the most precious gift we could give those who really mattered to us (parents, spouse, children, friends…), was a few minutes of our lives – a few fragments of our otherwise complicated existence:
  • A few minutes to listen to aspects of their lives. Their thoughts, aspirations, hopes and sorrows.
  • A few minutes to observe and imbibe aspects of their personalities. Their uniqueness. Their crazy yet endearing ways.
  • A few minutes to tell them more about ourselves. Give them a feel of what we as individuals are experiencing.
  • A few minutes to show them that it was really important to us that they were around. And that despite all the things we could be doing otherwise, we wanted to spend those moments with them, because nothing else mattered as much.
  • A few minutes that we could choose to spend today… minutes that we could look back upon many years later, and feel grateful for. Especially when those we chose to give this gift to, are no longer with us.
The Gift of Time. The Gift of Love. The Gift of Life.

Thursday, April 15, 2010

The Road is Long (So You Better Enjoy It)

It doesn’t matter who you are, how popular or how hated, how rich or how poor, ultimately, every single night of your life, there is only one person you have to sleep with. You.
Your spouse can send you to the couch or kick you to the curb, but only you can make peace with yourself.
The road through life is long, if you’re lucky that is. And if you’re not so lucky and life turns out to be short, then all the more reason not to waste a single moment regretting the past or fearing the future. On any long journey there will be ups and there will be downs. Some days seem perfect, and others are disasters. But no matter how your day goes, when the dust settles and you’re alone with only your thoughts in the still of the night, are you at peace?

If not, then you are neglecting the most important relationship in your life. If you can’t find peace with yourself, then you will not likely find peace with anyone. Sure, there will be those who are peaceful with you… but you know in your heart that they only make peace because they are pacifists. So you discount them, you don’t respect them, and their peace, being a product or their weakness and not of your merit, means little to you.
So then, are you happy to be you? Would you truly be a different person? Are you happy with your life?

Here’s a secret: if you are satisfied with your life, satisfied with who you are and where you are going, then you don’t have to get to where you strive to be to enjoy life.
And here’s an even bigger secret: Only you can let yourself be happy. Only you can let yourself enjoy life. Unless you are jailed for a crime you didn’t commit, and really even then too, so I guess that means there really are no excuses at all. Only you have the choice to enjoy yourself. Nobody can make that choice for you, and nobody can take it away from you. They can try, oh how you can bet they’ll try. Some people will do anything and everything in their power to make you miserable. But ultimately, they can only make you miserable if you let them.

So what’s the point? The point is simple. If you haven’t yet been able to get right with yourself, now is the time to step up and do it. And if you find yourself at peace with who you are, then it’s time to take back your own happiness, your own satisfaction, your own pleasure on this long road that you travel.

It’s time for you to go in peace. It’s time for us all to go in peace.

Friday, April 9, 2010

Undelivered . . .

I give you flowers because I believe them to be tender. Tender here is the words of soul for all my heart and feelings revolve around it. It’s the way I feel for you. I love you beyond my capacity to understand. But you are oblivious to the fact. 


I give you flowers because they make you smile and that smile is worth every effort that I would love to make, just so I may see that one chirpy smile for the rest of……

I give you flowers so you may know that this is how I feel for you. I believe that flowers speak a language that transcends the boundaries of all languages. I pray someday you too would see that. I know that you don’t love me, nor do you understand the intensity with which I love you.

These roses are meant to make your day, even though I burn here, sometimes of jealousy and sometimes just out of the pain of being oblivious in your life. I know that you have some doors of the past you haven’t closed. The ones that make my life more difficult, that distance you from me. Would you shut out the others?

I know not what prevents you from closing those doors, is it the pleasure of the chase or the hunt or Is it some skewed sense of thirst for inconsequential power? I know not.

The roses I send come with their thorns, and they speak for me when they come to you. Underneath the tenderness of the wild rose lies the thorn that speaks of the pain when you act oblivious to my love. But the thorns aren’t meant for you, they are for me. They stay invisible to you underneath the tender moistened roses which are solely meant for you. They are true in their words that I care for you in ways you will probably never understand. All I can do is send this message through flowers and hope that you, someday, might understand.


He folded the letter and kept it in his pocket.It has been five days since he has been sending her the flowers. And it has been five days of joy for him, every time he saw her face light up. The roses were beautiful, and so was she. Would she know, he never knew.. it didn't matter.

Death !!

To speak of nothingness, void, eternity, silence and stillness one must come eventually to the subject of death. And not only that, one must come to face death as part of the human condition. You and I, and everyone will die. That is certain..

Death is the ultimate and final entry into Pure Silence. At that point all the struggling, all the grasping and controlling is finished whether we wish that to be or not. Death is our final friend, our destiny as a living being. However, I offer that it is the fear of death, of the unknown finality of it, of the dissolution into nothingness, which has been the central concern of all humanity since the beginning, whether consciously, unconsciously or subconsciously. We know that someday we will not be alive and the fear is that we will not be aware as well. Consider this in yourself right now. Because there is tremendous freedom here if you admit that someday you will be nothing itself.

If you invite this into your consciousness, no matter how painful it seems, you will see the absolute joy of it all. In death the Pure Silence that you are will finally return to the source, the center, the all of Pureness itself. There you will not have body with brain, brain with thought and memory, and memory with emotion. If you consider that, at first it is a little scary. That is the reason religion has invented concepts like heaven to sooth humanity's fears about this.
It is my humble opinion that our fear of being nothing, being dead, being silent, is all related to this.

Spend a few moments right now and welcome death to yourself psychologically. Investigate the fact that someday you will be gone, your thoughts, dreams, memories, hopes, goals, desires - everything will be gone. What will be left, what is left, only Pure, gentle, loving Silence. 

This is you, right now.

Saturday, March 20, 2010

How Life Changes ..

School Life :

The Days When The Schools
Reopened at June and
We Settled at Our
New Desks and Benches . . .
When We Chased One Another
In The Corridors and Returned
Drenched in Sweat ..
When All The colors in The
World Appeared In The
School Campus On Occasions !!
When a Single PT Period in
The Weeks Timetable was
Awaited More Eagerly Than The
Sports Day and Annual Days and 1 Month
Preparation For Them..
We Learnt, We Enjoyed, We Played,
We Won, We Lost, We Laughed
So Much Of Happiness !!

College Life :

It's All About Freedom..
1st Bike
1st Cell Phone
1st Night Out
1st Bunk
1st Crush
1st Gurl Frnd/Boy Frnd
1st Break Up
1st Project
1st Call Letter
1st Feeling Of Responsibility
The Last 'BYE' To All
 Loving Frndz With a

Promise To Stay Frndz Forever !!

Love Story #4

A Cute Conversation Between a Boy & a Gurl !!

Girl : M I Pretty ??
Boy : No

Girl : Do You Wanna Live With Meh ??
Boy : No

Girl : Will You Cry If I Leave You ??
Boy : No

The Gurl Got Sad and Started Crying For The Wordz Said By The Boy . ..

Then The Boy Came and Pulled Her Close To Him and Said –

" You are Not Pretty, But Gorgeous !! "

" I Don't Wanna Live With You, But I Live For You "

" If You Leave Me I'll Not Cry, But I'll Die … "

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Insomnia . .

Thin are the night-skirts left behind
By daybreak hours that onward creep,
And thin, alas! the shred of sleep
That wavers with the spirit's wind:
But in half-dreams that shift and roll
And still remember and forget,
My soul this hour has drawn your soul
A little nearer yet.

Our lives, most dear, are never near,
Our thoughts are never far apart,
Though all that draws us heart to heart
Seems fainter now and now more clear.
To-night Love claims his full control,
And with desire and with regret
My soul this hour has drawn your soul
A little nearer yet.

Is there a home where heavy earth
Melts to bright air that breathes no pain,
Where water leaves no thirst again
And springing fire is Love's new birth?
If faith long bound to one true goal
May there at length its hope beget,
My soul that hour shall draw your soul
For ever nearer yet. 


Avenge !

She didn't know her father's number.She couldn't call him.Even the auto wallah wouldn't be there till the next 3 hours.Her friends had slowly started to leave.Their parents were coming to pick them up.She looked up at the sky.It was about to rain.

I wish mom was here !

She was the only one left now.The teacher asked her if anybody would come to pick her up.She had nodded absently.She heard her teacher grumble about her dad.They waited some more time.Finally her teacher had left her in charge of the peon..

Every time she thought of that incident she had shivers running her spine.Even 20 years later,she couldn't forget the way she was exploited by that peon.She had cried a lot and had been hushed to silence by him.He had threatened her not to tell anyone.And she hadn't.Today when she had seen the marks on her daughter's body, she had understood.Her daughter had broken down in her arms.She had cried along with her,hugged her and comforted her.Finally her daughter had fallen asleep in her arms. 

Next morning her maid came running and said that the guard had been found dead in his cabin.Someone had castrated him before killing him.She rushed to the spot.The entire neighbourhood was there.She let out a shriek on seeing all the gore and rushed inside her house.She latched her room.
She looked at her sleeping daughter and smiled.

Next morning her maid came running and said that the guard had been found dead in his cabin.Someone had castrated him before killing him.She rushed to the spot.The entire neighbourhood was there.She let out a shriek on seeing all the gore and rushed inside her house.She latched her room.
She looked at her sleeping daughter and smiled.
Every time she thought of that incident she had shivers running her spine.Even 20 years later,she couldn't forget the way she was exploited by that peon.She had cried a lot and had been hushed to silence by him.He had threatened her not to tell anyone.And she hadn't.Today when she had seen the marks on her daughter's body, she had understood.Her daughter had broken down in her arms.She had cried along with her,hugged her and comforted her.Finally her daughter had fallen asleep in her arms. 

Next morning her maid came running and said that the guard had been found dead in his cabin.Someone had castrated him before killing him.She rushed to the spot.The entire neighbourhood was there.She let out a shriek on seeing all the gore and rushed inside her house.She latched her room.
She looked at her sleeping daughter and smiled.