I could tell you his name, what he did, what he smelled like or the glint in his eyes but the truth is I can’t possibly write even a fraction of what you actually feel in that moment of attraction- you know it, I know it, Stephanie Meyer knows it, Gregory David Roberts almost believes in it.
Just because some jackasses thought about changing ‘impossible’ to ‘I’m possible’ and shrug away cribbers by saying -shit happens, I am going to try to describe that moment. Just how you silently sigh every time someone prods you to talk about your exes or addictions, I do too as I tell you about the time I saw him the very first time.
Tall, sleek, suave, dressed in black- he was in the arms of a girl, seducing her with all the tricks he had and didn’t need to use. Day in and day out, I saw him wrapped duly in someone’s soft caress.
I thought it was my mind again- playing the same it always does- knowing I always have to obsess over something I don’t have. But this wasn’t the usual itch I normally didn’t need to scratch for someone I’d despise in the next 30 days. Sleepless nights, bad work days, and wrinkles even make up couldn’t hide- this was real. I rushed to the place I had seen him earlier, where there was faint possibility of him sitting, possibly with someone as crazy as me.
I remember putting all my energy in opening the door, when I saw the attendant who could let me to him. It was finally time, to own up and try to have something I had no idea I could ever have. And to him I said –
“Could I have the Moto Razr please?”
That was four years ago… till I was temporarily starry eyed by someone else and just like light dissolves in dark, he decided to go away.
Two years later, I know this- many have come and gone- some used, repaired or severely damaged. I am with someone, who’s probably the stereotypical version of SUITED UP, whose behaviour modifications compel me to write status updates. I now have become a part of those mechanical blokes who carry on with their lives and overindulge on the concept of a Smartphone.
The iconic difference in the one who I write about is that I never felt the need to use emoticons. And while we all have turned into cynics and lovers and cynics again-there is a reason why millions yearn to have what is written in mythical legends or urban series.
You stole my heart like a kleptomaniac. And I am going to get you back.
Goodbye Blackberry. Hello Moto.
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Monday, July 19, 2010
Adish & Akanksha Part 1
Adish ran out of cigarettes. Note to self, he thought, "Don't enter parties you hate, without a sedative."Exhaling with frustration, he looked around at the dimly lit lounge bar he was standing in.
One of the cities most popular places, he looked at the people who had nothing better to do attend this party…his party.Oh that was the reason he was there.
One of his associates walked over to him, with the usual handshake and half hug, feeling the fabric of his jacket and asked him-"And to which label do we along today Adish..." Adish replied-"I'm not comfortable with labels."
Leaving a disgruntled Jai behind, he walked out of the pub. He knew Jai wouldn't make much of it. That's the good thing about guys. They don't think as much as girls.Adish had the habit of speaking his mind to people at the wrong time, to those who knew very little of him, at places it didn't matter.He crossed the street and asked for the nearest packet. At the age of twenty-nine, he had not yet reached a comfort level with labels.
Straight.
Gay.
Bisexual
Transgender.
It didn’t matter.
He had been in many relationships, numbers were long forgotten. The real ones were remembered. He had immersed himself within the ying and the yang. His passion knew no limits, gender was not his concern.Immerse yourself inside the other, like there's no tomorrow.
It had cost him a lot of think like this.
And there she was, getting out of her car. Akanksha had never learnt how to drive. She had always been scared, too scared of running over a pedestrian over, too absorbed in her thoughts to look what’s coming ahead.
Sashaying her figure that belonged to the ramp which didn’t end where it belonged, she wore a gray dress which carefully revealed her prized features. With those never ending toned legs, a uniquely shaped back and a long stemmed neck, she treaded her path with her brave face.
Perfection was what came to his mind.
"F****** shit" was what came out of his mouth. Extinguishing his half-finished cigarette, he went inside after her...But wait, would she be happy to see him?He felt his car keys in his pocket but he couldn't leave. This was work.
She probably wouldn't even notice...thanks, to the dim lights, over two hundred people and a whole lot of booze.And so he went inside.
Sometimes, you can’t explain it, not even to yourself.He felt an urgency to talk to her, to let her know that he thinks of her, something that he would never admit, not even to himself. But the immense fear of being disappointed when she would see him, made him stop.
Could this evening get worse?!? It so happens, that defeatism often gives way to audacity. After waking moments of disappointment and pain, come guts and stupidity wherein you let go of all that you care of, and react to an impulse that you meant to kill a long time ago.But no, he decided it wouldn't be wise to approach her.
Not like this.
Making his way to the bar, something he should have done a while ago, he got himself a peg of his favourite scotch.Midway through his drink, Jai put a hand on his shoulder-"Listen I know this isn't your favourite place to be, but you got to mingle buddy. We've been counting on you to bring all your charm to maintain such an extensive clientele.Most of them have asked for you, including some good looking broads..."Adish nodded..."I'll straighten up…give me a minute."
Gulping down his drink, he ran his fingers through his hair, ready to win a few many hearts and fewer accounts.Adish had his own way of making it through to people.There were many who loathed him, just like all of us are, his arrogance and his conviction that came runningly evident, made some nauseous.
If one were to describe him physically, he wouldn't be striking to many.An average height of 5'11 with a wheatish complexion, chiselled features and a prominent jaw line , he usually sported a three day old beard.To some, he always looked tired. He looked tired of good sex or an extra-ordinary full life. The irony was that he thought his life was an absolute opposite.But what did stand out, was his remarkable walk. It was always daring yet aimless, that of a wanderer in a quest of whatever.
While he continued to grab the attention of some women around him, some who came with their spouse, he did business, taking care of their needs.Those who would look at him closely, would notice that while Adish smiled making conversation with those around him, his smile never reached his eyes.
And she stood there, watching him; making his way to people she could barely know well as he could. Akanksha knew there'd be a chance of meeting him, she didn’t want to take any chances.
This is why she wore her Prada which recently cost her half her salary.She checks her reflection in the mirror top of the table she's standing on.
She wishes he would look at her. She wishes he'd touch her.She turns away, afraid that someone would read her thoughts.
It was Akanksha who was restless to get out of the relationship. It was nothing that became something plausible, a cause that would give her sleepless nights. She had given it enough yet never felt the same from him.It had gone on in a direction where there nothing remained in their relationship.
It was Adish who had called it off."Have the guts to say what you want. If you don't, I 'll do it for you...."After listening to Adish telling her he'd do anything to keep her, she knew she had had enough.She stood there, waiting for him to leave. He walked out.
It took her a week to get out of bed. It took her a month to go back to work.Someone asks why it failed, she pauses…"Sometimes, all you wants is for someone to want you back as much as you do. And when it goes away, you feel it. I felt it...and I decided to go away."
From being pursued to falling in love with Adish, it was all his doing. She was just left to follow him, to be swept off her feet.She did.
As her expectations came crashing down, so did their relationship.
Akanksha never bothered telling him all of this.Taking a sip her Chardonnay, Akanksha wondered if she ever made him happy.
She sighed and turned in the direction she'd seen him standing in.And that moment, their eyes met.
She could feel his eyes on her, through the haze of coloured lights, the pungent smell of sweat and smell, they stood facing each other.
One of the cities most popular places, he looked at the people who had nothing better to do attend this party…his party.Oh that was the reason he was there.
One of his associates walked over to him, with the usual handshake and half hug, feeling the fabric of his jacket and asked him-"And to which label do we along today Adish..." Adish replied-"I'm not comfortable with labels."
Leaving a disgruntled Jai behind, he walked out of the pub. He knew Jai wouldn't make much of it. That's the good thing about guys. They don't think as much as girls.Adish had the habit of speaking his mind to people at the wrong time, to those who knew very little of him, at places it didn't matter.He crossed the street and asked for the nearest packet. At the age of twenty-nine, he had not yet reached a comfort level with labels.
Straight.
Gay.
Bisexual
Transgender.
It didn’t matter.
He had been in many relationships, numbers were long forgotten. The real ones were remembered. He had immersed himself within the ying and the yang. His passion knew no limits, gender was not his concern.Immerse yourself inside the other, like there's no tomorrow.
It had cost him a lot of think like this.
And there she was, getting out of her car. Akanksha had never learnt how to drive. She had always been scared, too scared of running over a pedestrian over, too absorbed in her thoughts to look what’s coming ahead.
Sashaying her figure that belonged to the ramp which didn’t end where it belonged, she wore a gray dress which carefully revealed her prized features. With those never ending toned legs, a uniquely shaped back and a long stemmed neck, she treaded her path with her brave face.
Perfection was what came to his mind.
"F****** shit" was what came out of his mouth. Extinguishing his half-finished cigarette, he went inside after her...But wait, would she be happy to see him?He felt his car keys in his pocket but he couldn't leave. This was work.
She probably wouldn't even notice...thanks, to the dim lights, over two hundred people and a whole lot of booze.And so he went inside.
Sometimes, you can’t explain it, not even to yourself.He felt an urgency to talk to her, to let her know that he thinks of her, something that he would never admit, not even to himself. But the immense fear of being disappointed when she would see him, made him stop.
Could this evening get worse?!? It so happens, that defeatism often gives way to audacity. After waking moments of disappointment and pain, come guts and stupidity wherein you let go of all that you care of, and react to an impulse that you meant to kill a long time ago.But no, he decided it wouldn't be wise to approach her.
Not like this.
Making his way to the bar, something he should have done a while ago, he got himself a peg of his favourite scotch.Midway through his drink, Jai put a hand on his shoulder-"Listen I know this isn't your favourite place to be, but you got to mingle buddy. We've been counting on you to bring all your charm to maintain such an extensive clientele.Most of them have asked for you, including some good looking broads..."Adish nodded..."I'll straighten up…give me a minute."
Gulping down his drink, he ran his fingers through his hair, ready to win a few many hearts and fewer accounts.Adish had his own way of making it through to people.There were many who loathed him, just like all of us are, his arrogance and his conviction that came runningly evident, made some nauseous.
If one were to describe him physically, he wouldn't be striking to many.An average height of 5'11 with a wheatish complexion, chiselled features and a prominent jaw line , he usually sported a three day old beard.To some, he always looked tired. He looked tired of good sex or an extra-ordinary full life. The irony was that he thought his life was an absolute opposite.But what did stand out, was his remarkable walk. It was always daring yet aimless, that of a wanderer in a quest of whatever.
While he continued to grab the attention of some women around him, some who came with their spouse, he did business, taking care of their needs.Those who would look at him closely, would notice that while Adish smiled making conversation with those around him, his smile never reached his eyes.
And she stood there, watching him; making his way to people she could barely know well as he could. Akanksha knew there'd be a chance of meeting him, she didn’t want to take any chances.
This is why she wore her Prada which recently cost her half her salary.She checks her reflection in the mirror top of the table she's standing on.
She wishes he would look at her. She wishes he'd touch her.She turns away, afraid that someone would read her thoughts.
It was Akanksha who was restless to get out of the relationship. It was nothing that became something plausible, a cause that would give her sleepless nights. She had given it enough yet never felt the same from him.It had gone on in a direction where there nothing remained in their relationship.
It was Adish who had called it off."Have the guts to say what you want. If you don't, I 'll do it for you...."After listening to Adish telling her he'd do anything to keep her, she knew she had had enough.She stood there, waiting for him to leave. He walked out.
It took her a week to get out of bed. It took her a month to go back to work.Someone asks why it failed, she pauses…"Sometimes, all you wants is for someone to want you back as much as you do. And when it goes away, you feel it. I felt it...and I decided to go away."
From being pursued to falling in love with Adish, it was all his doing. She was just left to follow him, to be swept off her feet.She did.
As her expectations came crashing down, so did their relationship.
Akanksha never bothered telling him all of this.Taking a sip her Chardonnay, Akanksha wondered if she ever made him happy.
She sighed and turned in the direction she'd seen him standing in.And that moment, their eyes met.
She could feel his eyes on her, through the haze of coloured lights, the pungent smell of sweat and smell, they stood facing each other.
Friday, February 26, 2010
Single & Ready to Mingle- Part 1
Dedicated to all the girls looking for love...And to all the not-so-right boys.
In a mind that is as dilapidated as a cement covered building of our rural landscape, sits a dust covered table, full of mismatched ideas, unreasoned lust and unfulfilled dreams. From the to-do list which has now extended to the foot of the table, lies a pumping desire to find true love with some sense and a trust fund.
And as time approached her, this desire took her mind and her mouth.
Wherever she went, whenever she spoke, she spoke of the upcoming attraction of the week. Trained in cooking, china patterns and threading, she was all set to tread the following path carefully.The path that intersected with her parent's desires and society's conventions...She decided to go for an arranged meeting set up with a boy she hadn't heard of.
When her friends ask her his name, she said she didn't bother to ask. She always had a habit of judging too quickly....After a nasty betrayal by the boy she had loved for six years, she had survived-brutally battered with a medical condition lasting a lifetime, she survived. Thankful to her carefully knit circle of friends and work, she managed to keep herself busy.
After two years, she had decided to meet a boy set up by an aunt. After a week of re-scheduling, they meet in Hyatt Hotel, a location decided by the potential boy-to-be. As she is carefully guided by friends and parents who know her too well to just give this boy a chance. So she dresses casually yet carefully nudging her mind to stay in it's dusty dilapidated state.
Far from a gush of an adrenaline running through her veins, a bunch of butterflies take over her stomach, she can't help herself in thinking how this might be interesting guy...Sensible yet sensitive, practical yet emotional, a decent personality and a bank balance minus any qualms about his golden status.
Calm...confident...Definately suave...
She pauses on her daydream as a balding man who looks like he is almost thirty wearing a suit made of velvet and an open buttoned shirt approaching her table.
'Oh god, there must be a mistake' she thinks to herself. But as God suddenly got back his sense of humour, he is the guy she is here to meet.
She is barely able to re-group as she fake smiles her way through and pretends to look for blends of coffee. As there is definite screaming in her head, he breaks the silence by asking her if she's ever been to Hyatt. When she says only twice, he takes an opportunity to rub in how cool he is about coming to a posh five star restaurant twice a week. From how many times she has gone "abroad" to how he thinks gold is the new platinum.
As she subtly puts the idea of the right guy back on the torn sheet of paper, the one cup of cafe latte' doesn't seem to finish and neither does he...From telling her how rich people go to the UK for post graduation to subtly asking how much she makes a month...Thoughts like sexy, suave and subtle make her kick the coffee table.
Ending his monologue with another fake smile, he waves at the waiter asking for the bill certifying money well wasted. Despite his exaggerated excerpts about his import-export business, she decides to pay for her half finished coffee and his much needed cup of green tea.
"Oh no no how can I let you pay" he says..."It's really all right"- she replies. Reeking of put on humility, he decides to dutch.
Letting her pay a few hundreds, he decides to ask her for his half.
Real subtle.
As she drags her bottom and steps into her car, she is thankful for the not-so-happy ending, breathless at the long journey that was coming her way.
In a mind that is as dilapidated as a cement covered building of our rural landscape, sits a dust covered table, full of mismatched ideas, unreasoned lust and unfulfilled dreams. From the to-do list which has now extended to the foot of the table, lies a pumping desire to find true love with some sense and a trust fund.
And as time approached her, this desire took her mind and her mouth.
Wherever she went, whenever she spoke, she spoke of the upcoming attraction of the week. Trained in cooking, china patterns and threading, she was all set to tread the following path carefully.The path that intersected with her parent's desires and society's conventions...She decided to go for an arranged meeting set up with a boy she hadn't heard of.
When her friends ask her his name, she said she didn't bother to ask. She always had a habit of judging too quickly....After a nasty betrayal by the boy she had loved for six years, she had survived-brutally battered with a medical condition lasting a lifetime, she survived. Thankful to her carefully knit circle of friends and work, she managed to keep herself busy.
After two years, she had decided to meet a boy set up by an aunt. After a week of re-scheduling, they meet in Hyatt Hotel, a location decided by the potential boy-to-be. As she is carefully guided by friends and parents who know her too well to just give this boy a chance. So she dresses casually yet carefully nudging her mind to stay in it's dusty dilapidated state.
Far from a gush of an adrenaline running through her veins, a bunch of butterflies take over her stomach, she can't help herself in thinking how this might be interesting guy...Sensible yet sensitive, practical yet emotional, a decent personality and a bank balance minus any qualms about his golden status.
Calm...confident...Definately suave...
She pauses on her daydream as a balding man who looks like he is almost thirty wearing a suit made of velvet and an open buttoned shirt approaching her table.
'Oh god, there must be a mistake' she thinks to herself. But as God suddenly got back his sense of humour, he is the guy she is here to meet.
She is barely able to re-group as she fake smiles her way through and pretends to look for blends of coffee. As there is definite screaming in her head, he breaks the silence by asking her if she's ever been to Hyatt. When she says only twice, he takes an opportunity to rub in how cool he is about coming to a posh five star restaurant twice a week. From how many times she has gone "abroad" to how he thinks gold is the new platinum.
As she subtly puts the idea of the right guy back on the torn sheet of paper, the one cup of cafe latte' doesn't seem to finish and neither does he...From telling her how rich people go to the UK for post graduation to subtly asking how much she makes a month...Thoughts like sexy, suave and subtle make her kick the coffee table.
Ending his monologue with another fake smile, he waves at the waiter asking for the bill certifying money well wasted. Despite his exaggerated excerpts about his import-export business, she decides to pay for her half finished coffee and his much needed cup of green tea.
"Oh no no how can I let you pay" he says..."It's really all right"- she replies. Reeking of put on humility, he decides to dutch.
Letting her pay a few hundreds, he decides to ask her for his half.
Real subtle.
As she drags her bottom and steps into her car, she is thankful for the not-so-happy ending, breathless at the long journey that was coming her way.
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Fate
From the closet...an old...unpublished post...
Was this written?
Or do I blame it on fate?
Was this love? Or did I even understand the new age meaning of the word?
Now there is disbelief. Under the shadow of loneliness.
Is it a relationship? Or is it a matter of convenience.
An understanding of a lifetime.
The reason for being?
The faith I put in this?
There is darkness.
Of a different kind.
There is no light at this tunnel my friend.
So do I turn around. Or live under this bridge.
There is love. So what if it’s one sided?
So what if it’s not worth it.
It could be a tale of undying a love.
Love spent on unworthiness.
Is it too late already?
Is it a wall? Or is it battle.
A battle where there would be no winner but two losers.
I don’t want to blame no one.
It’s my story. A story of undying one sided love.Wednesday, February 25, 2009
My Ku
When I my close my eyes and imagine him,all I see is his warm smile that somehow manages to reach his eyes even after wearing 10 inch thick rimmed glasses.
The boy I detested and the boy I love...The journey after which he became what he is to me,my Ku.
As I write this,I trying to place the moment where I knew it that I am getting really close to him...I fail to recollect.
But what I do remember is the time I thought he was a good human being.It was a time when I did an automobile show...and my producer very ungraciously signed me up for a shoot at 4 o clock in the morning.It was Ku who accompanied me.And I thanked him twenty three times till he left.
The next day was his birthday.He told me he's having a really big party.He didn't invite me.
I remember being on-location for one more horrid task for the same sick producer when I lost my way in Pragati Maidan,and had to walk atleast 4 kilometers till I found the gates of freedom.
He was on the phone with me throughout,when I spoke deliriously,sweating under four layers in the month of January...and cribbed about grotesque men staring at me while setting up for Auto Expo 2008.
When I couldn't no breathe,I went so crazy that I came up with a theory about his love life,the very famous KGM formula,that he'd end up with one of the three people in this formulae I created and developed.
I love the way he laughs when I mention it to him till this very day.
As we got closer and closer,I came to know what a great person he is...and how he goes out of the way to do anything for his friends...from picking up clothes to shopping to doing ur office work or being with you when you cry about boys,or sometimes girls...
He's the boy who makes me eat,who takes me shopping,who more importantly shops for me,the boy who goes to a lingerie store and blushes when I ask him if I should pick up a sexy chaddi to entice my boyfriend...
He's the boy who gets disgusted,point blank disgusted when I refer to his "private parts" in Hindi, it is he who twists my hand if I smoke and slaps me when I get reallyyyyy high...who cares how much my boyfriend earns to support me(if he ever has to i.e.)
He is the guy who manages to visit me everytime I fall sick....He is my Ku.
I couldn't possibly tell you how much you annoy me
I couldn't possibly tell you how much I hate you.
I couldn't possibly tell you how much I miss working with you.Okay,I never worked with you so that's a lie.
I couldn't possibly tell you how I detest you being so self righteous.
I couldn't possibly tell you how much it hurts when you are....not nice.
I couldn't possibly tell you how much I love you.
I couldn't possibly tell you how much I will miss you when you go away.
The boy I detested and the boy I love...The journey after which he became what he is to me,my Ku.
As I write this,I trying to place the moment where I knew it that I am getting really close to him...I fail to recollect.
But what I do remember is the time I thought he was a good human being.It was a time when I did an automobile show...and my producer very ungraciously signed me up for a shoot at 4 o clock in the morning.It was Ku who accompanied me.And I thanked him twenty three times till he left.
The next day was his birthday.He told me he's having a really big party.He didn't invite me.
I remember being on-location for one more horrid task for the same sick producer when I lost my way in Pragati Maidan,and had to walk atleast 4 kilometers till I found the gates of freedom.
He was on the phone with me throughout,when I spoke deliriously,sweating under four layers in the month of January...and cribbed about grotesque men staring at me while setting up for Auto Expo 2008.
When I couldn't no breathe,I went so crazy that I came up with a theory about his love life,the very famous KGM formula,that he'd end up with one of the three people in this formulae I created and developed.
I love the way he laughs when I mention it to him till this very day.
As we got closer and closer,I came to know what a great person he is...and how he goes out of the way to do anything for his friends...from picking up clothes to shopping to doing ur office work or being with you when you cry about boys,or sometimes girls...
He's the boy who makes me eat,who takes me shopping,who more importantly shops for me,the boy who goes to a lingerie store and blushes when I ask him if I should pick up a sexy chaddi to entice my boyfriend...
He's the boy who gets disgusted,point blank disgusted when I refer to his "private parts" in Hindi, it is he who twists my hand if I smoke and slaps me when I get reallyyyyy high...who cares how much my boyfriend earns to support me(if he ever has to i.e.)
He is the guy who manages to visit me everytime I fall sick....He is my Ku.
I couldn't possibly tell you how much you annoy me
I couldn't possibly tell you how much I hate you.
I couldn't possibly tell you how much I miss working with you.Okay,I never worked with you so that's a lie.
I couldn't possibly tell you how I detest you being so self righteous.
I couldn't possibly tell you how much it hurts when you are....not nice.
I couldn't possibly tell you how much I love you.
I couldn't possibly tell you how much I will miss you when you go away.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Falling in Love?
What is love?
Is it a just a feeling like hunger? Is it a necessity like breathing? Is it a style statement like your mobile? Is it a hobby like cricket? Is it a passion like life? Is it everything yet nothing at all?
Anyone? Everyone? No one?
This is probably the most common four letter word in the history. You may associate it with the individuals close to you; your parents, your partner, your pet, your confidant, your poison, yourself! But can anyone actually define Love? Yes? I will pay you if you can satisfy my curiosity & give me a definitive answer to all my questions. I’ll pay you in kind.. Maybe shower you with Lurrve!!
When do you know that you are in love?
Is it when you forget all about yourself & spend 30 hour a day visualizing yourself with your Significant Other (SO)? Is it when you can’t stand anyone speak wrong about the only ‘perfect’ person in your life? Is it when your blood boils if your SO gives more importance to someone else? Is it when you feel empty in their absence & spring to life with a mere sms? I wouldn’t say that I have spend an enormous time trying to figure this mystery, but I surely have experienced the ups & downs that it brings with it. Its strange how all the cliché & filmy dialogues don’t seem funny anymore when you are a part. Things that defy common sense suddenly occupy your mind & you actually start believing in its occurrence. “I’ll get the stars & moon for you” – YA RITE!!!!
Someone please tell me how is it a happy feeling?
Research tells us that ‘Love’ is the main cause for suicide. I mean take for eg. an icecream. You like your lips that changes color with every lick, you like the soft yet frozen feel on your tongue, you like the way it feels as it makes its way from your mouth all the way to your stomach – But would you harm yourself once you are done enjoying it? No! At max you will order one more. You will relish it for sometime BUT you will surely not bang your head against the wall till you can’t feel it any more, blood starts gushing from your nose & get a sick feeling in your stomach!!!!
Everything in this world is an option for every individual; be it choice of food, clothes, work, friends & the best part is that its given that you don’t have to stick to one option in any choice. Your are allowed to eat a Chinese pizza with a pudina chatni, wear om kurta with denims & Italian shows, live in Indian home with Romanian interiors equipped with Korean technology BUT its not acceptable to love two individuals at the same time!! It’s against the society & termed as cheating!!
Why??????
I don’t think society by itself has anything against loving two people or at least if you consider ancient, the first forms of civilization, back then man was very comfortable with the fact that the human race is not meant to be monogamous. It was understood that one would have multiple partners. Even Indian mythology has proof that polygamy was very much the way of the society back in the start of time as we know it. It really depends on whether your partner has it in her/him to understand that love can happen with two or more people. Sadly most people don’t... because with love comes possessiveness & territorialism. Many people aren’t secure enough in themselves to give in to free love
Note: Part of this blog has been influenced by Indian next best selling author Sim Chan.
Is it a just a feeling like hunger? Is it a necessity like breathing? Is it a style statement like your mobile? Is it a hobby like cricket? Is it a passion like life? Is it everything yet nothing at all?
Anyone? Everyone? No one?
This is probably the most common four letter word in the history. You may associate it with the individuals close to you; your parents, your partner, your pet, your confidant, your poison, yourself! But can anyone actually define Love? Yes? I will pay you if you can satisfy my curiosity & give me a definitive answer to all my questions. I’ll pay you in kind.. Maybe shower you with Lurrve!!
When do you know that you are in love?
Is it when you forget all about yourself & spend 30 hour a day visualizing yourself with your Significant Other (SO)? Is it when you can’t stand anyone speak wrong about the only ‘perfect’ person in your life? Is it when your blood boils if your SO gives more importance to someone else? Is it when you feel empty in their absence & spring to life with a mere sms? I wouldn’t say that I have spend an enormous time trying to figure this mystery, but I surely have experienced the ups & downs that it brings with it. Its strange how all the cliché & filmy dialogues don’t seem funny anymore when you are a part. Things that defy common sense suddenly occupy your mind & you actually start believing in its occurrence. “I’ll get the stars & moon for you” – YA RITE!!!!
Someone please tell me how is it a happy feeling?
Research tells us that ‘Love’ is the main cause for suicide. I mean take for eg. an icecream. You like your lips that changes color with every lick, you like the soft yet frozen feel on your tongue, you like the way it feels as it makes its way from your mouth all the way to your stomach – But would you harm yourself once you are done enjoying it? No! At max you will order one more. You will relish it for sometime BUT you will surely not bang your head against the wall till you can’t feel it any more, blood starts gushing from your nose & get a sick feeling in your stomach!!!!
Everything in this world is an option for every individual; be it choice of food, clothes, work, friends & the best part is that its given that you don’t have to stick to one option in any choice. Your are allowed to eat a Chinese pizza with a pudina chatni, wear om kurta with denims & Italian shows, live in Indian home with Romanian interiors equipped with Korean technology BUT its not acceptable to love two individuals at the same time!! It’s against the society & termed as cheating!!
Why??????
I don’t think society by itself has anything against loving two people or at least if you consider ancient, the first forms of civilization, back then man was very comfortable with the fact that the human race is not meant to be monogamous. It was understood that one would have multiple partners. Even Indian mythology has proof that polygamy was very much the way of the society back in the start of time as we know it. It really depends on whether your partner has it in her/him to understand that love can happen with two or more people. Sadly most people don’t... because with love comes possessiveness & territorialism. Many people aren’t secure enough in themselves to give in to free love
Note: Part of this blog has been influenced by Indian next best selling author Sim Chan.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
P don't preach!
It would be easy to locate Chetan Bhagat’s speech for the BBA students in symbiosis. If you catch it somewhere, do read it. Just a few days back I and the significant other were discussing a lot of these famous speeches which were so much better when u read it, and a complete turn off when u actually heard them.
I don’t know how well he delivered it, but the document is a must read. I have always been a fan of the connect he creates with almost about everyone with his pen. He was a good story teller; he is now becoming a youth icon.
My take on the speech – Rather my take away from it, the things I believe in.
Do what you love and Monday mornings wouldn’t seem so blue. I strive to get there and there is nothing more important than that. Not even the money or the brand or the perks.
Do not value money. It’s not that hard to earn money. Value the people you love, value friendships and most importantly value health and mental peace.
Make happiness a state of being and everything else gets taken care off.
I get scared of people who are extremely serious. I mean what’s the need.
One last thing about nurturing the spark - don't take life seriously. One my yoga teachers used to make students laugh during classes. One student asked him if these jokes would take away something from the yoga practice. The teacher said - don't be serious, be sincere. This quote has defined my work ever since. Whether its my writing, my job, my relationships or any of my goals. I get thousands of opinions on my writing everyday. There is heaps of praise, there is intense criticism. If I take it all seriously, how will I write? Or rather, how will I live? Life is not to be taken seriously, as we are really temporary here. We are like a pre-paid card with limited validity. If we are lucky, we may last another 50 years. And 50 years is just 2,500 weekends. Do we really need to get so worked up? It's ok, bunk a few classes, goof up a few interviews, fall in love. We are people, not programmed devices.
Go fall in love. It’s risky but then you are the happiest when you are in it.
It makes the world go round and it makes you believe that anything is possible.
Lastly, as Chetan says: Keep the spark alive!
I don’t know how well he delivered it, but the document is a must read. I have always been a fan of the connect he creates with almost about everyone with his pen. He was a good story teller; he is now becoming a youth icon.
My take on the speech – Rather my take away from it, the things I believe in.
Do what you love and Monday mornings wouldn’t seem so blue. I strive to get there and there is nothing more important than that. Not even the money or the brand or the perks.
Do not value money. It’s not that hard to earn money. Value the people you love, value friendships and most importantly value health and mental peace.
Make happiness a state of being and everything else gets taken care off.
I get scared of people who are extremely serious. I mean what’s the need.
One last thing about nurturing the spark - don't take life seriously. One my yoga teachers used to make students laugh during classes. One student asked him if these jokes would take away something from the yoga practice. The teacher said - don't be serious, be sincere. This quote has defined my work ever since. Whether its my writing, my job, my relationships or any of my goals. I get thousands of opinions on my writing everyday. There is heaps of praise, there is intense criticism. If I take it all seriously, how will I write? Or rather, how will I live? Life is not to be taken seriously, as we are really temporary here. We are like a pre-paid card with limited validity. If we are lucky, we may last another 50 years. And 50 years is just 2,500 weekends. Do we really need to get so worked up? It's ok, bunk a few classes, goof up a few interviews, fall in love. We are people, not programmed devices.
Go fall in love. It’s risky but then you are the happiest when you are in it.
It makes the world go round and it makes you believe that anything is possible.
Lastly, as Chetan says: Keep the spark alive!
Friday, July 25, 2008
Jaane tu ....ya jaane na!
He went for his daily morning stroll only to realize it wasn’t a garden anymore; he was in a cage. His place to sit & admire the pigtails was taken away. Naturally wild & a free predator was reduced to a mere domesticated puppy. There were no new messages or missed calls– he checked again – found nothing new. Mirror was portraying a different image. Pure thoughts took over his normally perverted mind. Women were just friends; Men seemed to point & laugh. There was a craving for something new. Something he never experienced before. Something that changed his world. Newly born again. There it was – in his bed – looking gorgeous in her sleep. He was nervous – he was happy. Panic took over – her smile put everythin at ease. Nothing mattered anymore – he was in heaven. Finally the lightning struck – he was in LOVE!
This is my story …When did u know you were in love Miss. Sharma?
Saturday, July 5, 2008
Games people play
I had a thought.
Yesterday after about 2o years of my not-so short-when-you-live-it life,I bore witness to chess.
It's really hard for someone like me to play since I dont catch on to the rules and remember how much a bishop can move in which direction.
While I gave the word 'diagonal' a whole new meaning,i saw a connection between my new found love for bejewelled,long lost chess and well,what leads to love.
It's all the same you see.If you view everything as a game you have to win,you concentrate on winning.Translating this to life and lovw,no I dont think men are good enough to be won,but it's a whole new kick when they do is taken up by you.
So it depends on what move you make.Don't just think of the immediate consequences,but think of the next two moves.Be subtle,and most importantly,if you're doing really well,hide the smirk.
It is long after that the particular guy will care for you,no matter what you are so soon.It might eventually lead to that,but you gotta play it well for him to notice you first and eventually like you.Not for what you are,but what you show.
And so you play,for kicks,for attention,for love.Most of the times,most of these guys are not worth the trouble.
Then why do people play the games they do?
I shall give you this example.I know of the two books namely "The Secret" by rhonda byrne and
"The Alchemist" by Paul Coelho are the best sellers around the world.Not saying it out loud,they are self-help books with stories revolving around shephards and what not.
I don't claim to have read them,but I have a lot about these books.
The moral of the stories are that positive thinking can take you a long way.Think of what you desire and you shall get it.The universe will conspire and help you attain what you want.
The new ways of the world have already had an effect on me.Far from this,I don't think I have more than two positive thoughts in a day.These include hunger and wanting to quit my job.
Now thats positive.
With cut throat competition and filthy people at work,verchanging company,different friends at different places,the romantic past and present,you're bound to have trust issues,various genres of insecurity and a whole amount of cynicism.
Now if you were to narrate me a story of a shephard who pursues a dream of searching of pyramids for treasure, eventually fulfills it.
I mean,come on.
So what's my point?My point is,that in a way,we all play a game...to be better at work,no to be seen as the best employee and get a raise, to make a guy fall in love with you,to spend a happy life with lots of money,clothes and someone to hold your hand when you're scared at night(anacondas really scare me).
So we all need a gyan,just not from a shephard's mouth but maybe from a twenty something girl who has a boss she hates,loves designer clothes,considers her friends her soulmates and eventually gets what she deserves.Dump the alchemist and try humor and well,love in a twisted form in `Almost Single' by Advaitha Kala.
So lets continue playing
Yesterday after about 2o years of my not-so short-when-you-live-it life,I bore witness to chess.
It's really hard for someone like me to play since I dont catch on to the rules and remember how much a bishop can move in which direction.
While I gave the word 'diagonal' a whole new meaning,i saw a connection between my new found love for bejewelled,long lost chess and well,what leads to love.
It's all the same you see.If you view everything as a game you have to win,you concentrate on winning.Translating this to life and lovw,no I dont think men are good enough to be won,but it's a whole new kick when they do is taken up by you.
So it depends on what move you make.Don't just think of the immediate consequences,but think of the next two moves.Be subtle,and most importantly,if you're doing really well,hide the smirk.
It is long after that the particular guy will care for you,no matter what you are so soon.It might eventually lead to that,but you gotta play it well for him to notice you first and eventually like you.Not for what you are,but what you show.
And so you play,for kicks,for attention,for love.Most of the times,most of these guys are not worth the trouble.
Then why do people play the games they do?
I shall give you this example.I know of the two books namely "The Secret" by rhonda byrne and
"The Alchemist" by Paul Coelho are the best sellers around the world.Not saying it out loud,they are self-help books with stories revolving around shephards and what not.
I don't claim to have read them,but I have a lot about these books.
The moral of the stories are that positive thinking can take you a long way.Think of what you desire and you shall get it.The universe will conspire and help you attain what you want.
The new ways of the world have already had an effect on me.Far from this,I don't think I have more than two positive thoughts in a day.These include hunger and wanting to quit my job.
Now thats positive.
With cut throat competition and filthy people at work,verchanging company,different friends at different places,the romantic past and present,you're bound to have trust issues,various genres of insecurity and a whole amount of cynicism.
Now if you were to narrate me a story of a shephard who pursues a dream of searching of pyramids for treasure, eventually fulfills it.
I mean,come on.
So what's my point?My point is,that in a way,we all play a game...to be better at work,no to be seen as the best employee and get a raise, to make a guy fall in love with you,to spend a happy life with lots of money,clothes and someone to hold your hand when you're scared at night(anacondas really scare me).
So we all need a gyan,just not from a shephard's mouth but maybe from a twenty something girl who has a boss she hates,loves designer clothes,considers her friends her soulmates and eventually gets what she deserves.Dump the alchemist and try humor and well,love in a twisted form in `Almost Single' by Advaitha Kala.
So lets continue playing
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Adish & Akanksha(Part 1)
Adish ran out of ciggerettes.Note to self,he thought,"Don't enter parties you hate,without a sedative."
Exhaling with frustration,he looked around at the dimly lit lounge bar he was standing in.One of the cities most popular places,he looked at the people who had nothing better to do attend this party..his party.
Oh that was the reason he was there.One of his associates walked over to him,with the usual handshake and half hug,feeling the fabric of his jacket and asked him-"And to which label do we along today Adish..."
Adish replied-"I'm not comfortable with labels."
Leaving a disgruntled Jai behind,he walked out of the pub.He knew Jai wouldn't make much of it.That's the good thing about guys.They don't think as much as girls.
Adish had the habit of speaking his mind to people at the wrong time,to those who knew very little of him,at places it didn't matter.
He crossed the street and asked for a packet of Marlboro to the vendor.
At the age of twenty-nine,he had not yet reached a comfort level with labels.
Straight.Gay.Bi.Bye.
He had been in many relationships,real figures were long forgotten.The real ones were remembered.He had immersed himself within the ying and the yang.His passion knew no limits,gender was not his concern.
Immerse yourself inside the other,like there's no tomorrow.It had cost him a lot of think like this.
And there she was,getting out of her car.Akanksha had never learnt how to drive.She had always been scared,too scared of running over a pedestrian over,too absorbed in her thoughts about that bitch at work or that bitch she'd be dating.
He could make out that she was wearing something black...yes a black dress,revealing her back and her neck and her long stemmed legs...the black strands of her around her face.
Perfection was what came to his mind."Fucking shit" was what came out of his mouth.
Extinguishing his half-finished ciggerette,he went inside after her...But wait,would she be happy to see him?
He felt his car keys in his pocket...but,damn,he couldn't leave.This was work.
She probably wouldn't even notice...thanks, to the dim lights,over two hundred people and a whole lotta booze.
Sometimes,you cant explain it,not even to yourself.
He felt an urgency to talk to her,to let her know that he thinks of her,something that he he would never admit,not even to himself.But the immense fear of being disappointed when she would see him,made him stop.
"Could life get better...or worse?!?"
It so happens,that defeatism often gives way to audacity.After waking moments of disappointment and pain,come guts and stupidity wherein you let go of all that you care of,and react to an impulse that you meant to kill a long time ago.
But no,he decided it wouldn't be wise to approach her.Not like this.
Making his way to the bar,something he should have done a while ago,he got himself a "scotch on the rocks with a twist".
Midway through his drink,Jai put a hand on his shoulder..."Listen I know this isn't your favourite place to be,but you gotta mingle buddy.We've been counting on you to bring all your charm to maintain such an extensive clientele...Most of them have asked for you,including some good looking broads.
Jai made him smile.Adish nodded..."I'll straighten it out..gimme a minute."
Gulping down his drink,he ran his fingers through his hair,ready to win a few hearts,and fewer accounts.
Adish had his own way of making it through to people.
There were many who loathed him,just like all of us are,his arrogance and his conviction that came runningly evident,made some nauseous.
If one were to describe him physically,he wouldn't be striking to many.An average height of 5'11 with a wheatish complexion,chiselled features and a prominent jawline,he usually sported a three day old beard.
To some,he always looked tired.He looked tired of good sex or an extrordinary full life.The irony was that he thought his life was an absolute opposite.
But what did stand out, was his remarkable walk.It was always daring yet aimless,that of a wanderer in a quest of whatever.While he continued to grab the attention of some women around him,some who came with their spouse,he did business,taking care of their needs.
Those who would look at him closely,would notice that while Adish smiled making conversation with those around him,his smile never reached his eyes.
And she stood there,watching him,making his way to people she could barely know well as he could.Akanksha knew there'd be a chance of meeting him,she didnt want to take any chances.
This is why she wore her prada which recently cost her half her salary.
She checks her reflection in the mirror top of the table she's standing on.
She wishes he would look at her.She wishes he'd touch her.
She turns away,afraid of herself.
It was Akanksha who was restless to get out of the relationship.It was nothing that became something plausible,a cause that would give her sleepless nights.She had given it enough yet never felt the same from him.
It had gone on in a direction where there nothing remained in their relationship.It was Adish who had called it off.
"Have the guts to say what you want.If you don't,I 'll do it for you...."
After listening to Adish telling her he'd do anything to keep her,she knew she had had enough.
She stood there,waiting for him to leave.He walked out.
It took her a week to get out of bed.It took her a month to go back to work.She fakes an illness to apply for a sabbatical.
Someone asks why it failed,she pauses.."Sometimes,you don't get someone the way you want it to...all a girl wants is for someone to want her back.And when it goes away,you feel it.I felt it...and I decided to go away."
From being pursued to falling in love with Adish,it was all his doing.She was just left to follow him,to be swept off her feet.
She did.What she saw next was a quest of possession, of someone he wanted in his life.And as her expectations came crashing down,so did their relationship.Akanksha never bothered telling him all of this.
Taking a sip of the red wine she ordered,Akanksha wondered if she ever made him happy.
She sighed and turned in the direction she'd seen him standing in.
And that moment,their eyes met.
She could feel his eyes on her,through the haze of coloured lights,the pungent smell of sweat and smell,they stood facing each other.
Exhaling with frustration,he looked around at the dimly lit lounge bar he was standing in.One of the cities most popular places,he looked at the people who had nothing better to do attend this party..his party.
Oh that was the reason he was there.One of his associates walked over to him,with the usual handshake and half hug,feeling the fabric of his jacket and asked him-"And to which label do we along today Adish..."
Adish replied-"I'm not comfortable with labels."
Leaving a disgruntled Jai behind,he walked out of the pub.He knew Jai wouldn't make much of it.That's the good thing about guys.They don't think as much as girls.
Adish had the habit of speaking his mind to people at the wrong time,to those who knew very little of him,at places it didn't matter.
He crossed the street and asked for a packet of Marlboro to the vendor.
At the age of twenty-nine,he had not yet reached a comfort level with labels.
Straight.Gay.Bi.Bye.
He had been in many relationships,real figures were long forgotten.The real ones were remembered.He had immersed himself within the ying and the yang.His passion knew no limits,gender was not his concern.
Immerse yourself inside the other,like there's no tomorrow.It had cost him a lot of think like this.
And there she was,getting out of her car.Akanksha had never learnt how to drive.She had always been scared,too scared of running over a pedestrian over,too absorbed in her thoughts about that bitch at work or that bitch she'd be dating.
He could make out that she was wearing something black...yes a black dress,revealing her back and her neck and her long stemmed legs...the black strands of her around her face.
Perfection was what came to his mind."Fucking shit" was what came out of his mouth.
Extinguishing his half-finished ciggerette,he went inside after her...But wait,would she be happy to see him?
He felt his car keys in his pocket...but,damn,he couldn't leave.This was work.
She probably wouldn't even notice...thanks, to the dim lights,over two hundred people and a whole lotta booze.
Sometimes,you cant explain it,not even to yourself.
He felt an urgency to talk to her,to let her know that he thinks of her,something that he he would never admit,not even to himself.But the immense fear of being disappointed when she would see him,made him stop.
"Could life get better...or worse?!?"
It so happens,that defeatism often gives way to audacity.After waking moments of disappointment and pain,come guts and stupidity wherein you let go of all that you care of,and react to an impulse that you meant to kill a long time ago.
But no,he decided it wouldn't be wise to approach her.Not like this.
Making his way to the bar,something he should have done a while ago,he got himself a "scotch on the rocks with a twist".
Midway through his drink,Jai put a hand on his shoulder..."Listen I know this isn't your favourite place to be,but you gotta mingle buddy.We've been counting on you to bring all your charm to maintain such an extensive clientele...Most of them have asked for you,including some good looking broads.
Jai made him smile.Adish nodded..."I'll straighten it out..gimme a minute."
Gulping down his drink,he ran his fingers through his hair,ready to win a few hearts,and fewer accounts.
Adish had his own way of making it through to people.
There were many who loathed him,just like all of us are,his arrogance and his conviction that came runningly evident,made some nauseous.
If one were to describe him physically,he wouldn't be striking to many.An average height of 5'11 with a wheatish complexion,chiselled features and a prominent jawline,he usually sported a three day old beard.
To some,he always looked tired.He looked tired of good sex or an extrordinary full life.The irony was that he thought his life was an absolute opposite.
But what did stand out, was his remarkable walk.It was always daring yet aimless,that of a wanderer in a quest of whatever.While he continued to grab the attention of some women around him,some who came with their spouse,he did business,taking care of their needs.
Those who would look at him closely,would notice that while Adish smiled making conversation with those around him,his smile never reached his eyes.
And she stood there,watching him,making his way to people she could barely know well as he could.Akanksha knew there'd be a chance of meeting him,she didnt want to take any chances.
This is why she wore her prada which recently cost her half her salary.
She checks her reflection in the mirror top of the table she's standing on.
She wishes he would look at her.She wishes he'd touch her.
She turns away,afraid of herself.
It was Akanksha who was restless to get out of the relationship.It was nothing that became something plausible,a cause that would give her sleepless nights.She had given it enough yet never felt the same from him.
It had gone on in a direction where there nothing remained in their relationship.It was Adish who had called it off.
"Have the guts to say what you want.If you don't,I 'll do it for you...."
After listening to Adish telling her he'd do anything to keep her,she knew she had had enough.
She stood there,waiting for him to leave.He walked out.
It took her a week to get out of bed.It took her a month to go back to work.She fakes an illness to apply for a sabbatical.
Someone asks why it failed,she pauses.."Sometimes,you don't get someone the way you want it to...all a girl wants is for someone to want her back.And when it goes away,you feel it.I felt it...and I decided to go away."
From being pursued to falling in love with Adish,it was all his doing.She was just left to follow him,to be swept off her feet.
She did.What she saw next was a quest of possession, of someone he wanted in his life.And as her expectations came crashing down,so did their relationship.Akanksha never bothered telling him all of this.
Taking a sip of the red wine she ordered,Akanksha wondered if she ever made him happy.
She sighed and turned in the direction she'd seen him standing in.
And that moment,their eyes met.
She could feel his eyes on her,through the haze of coloured lights,the pungent smell of sweat and smell,they stood facing each other.
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
Here's my attempt as well....
I have to agree, I had to dig into my writings to find something romantic which was never published....
It was just one of those days... It was forbidden. It was so exciting.
I still can't forget that evening.
It was beautiful.It was late.
I had missed an important conference. But nothing really mattered.
I think I was falling in love...I don't know why it happens so fast... but there were butterflies all around. He was leaving forever.
I should have felt sad but I just didn't. I didn't expect it to happen.
It was just a blissful moment and it a goodbye.
Was tired but managed to look good. There was a glow and it comes just once in a while.I stepped foot into the house if given a chance I wouldn't wanna leave.
But I was cinderella that night and the clock would strike 12 and I would have to leave (with or without the shoes). He said I looked smashing. I smiled and looked into his eyes. He smiled back. I think he understood.
I remember sitting down near the music system in his balcony. I looked at him and complained. He told me things could change. I didn't believe him and I was right.
As the night went by, I gulped a lot. A lot of breezers, vodka, etc etc and he held me and we sat together. I was on the 7th heaven.
The clock kept ticking. It would soon be over forever.I started feeling dizzy. Obviously I had never had this much. He said "lie down for sometime". I said ok.
We went down to his room. It was dark. I lied down and he sat beside me. He said his best words that day, "I can't believe you are lying on my bed!! " Was he a teenager??, I smile back at it.
I said I feel better and we went back.
After some time, it was time. Cinderella had to run and he couldn't accompany her. The party was afterall in his . Wish I could have stayed. It was only a wish. Life went back to normal. It was just one of those magical hours that were special. He never found me like the prince. I never bothered. It was just one of those days...
It was just one of those days... It was forbidden. It was so exciting.
I still can't forget that evening.
It was beautiful.It was late.
I had missed an important conference. But nothing really mattered.
I think I was falling in love...I don't know why it happens so fast... but there were butterflies all around. He was leaving forever.
I should have felt sad but I just didn't. I didn't expect it to happen.
It was just a blissful moment and it a goodbye.
Was tired but managed to look good. There was a glow and it comes just once in a while.I stepped foot into the house if given a chance I wouldn't wanna leave.
But I was cinderella that night and the clock would strike 12 and I would have to leave (with or without the shoes). He said I looked smashing. I smiled and looked into his eyes. He smiled back. I think he understood.
I remember sitting down near the music system in his balcony. I looked at him and complained. He told me things could change. I didn't believe him and I was right.
As the night went by, I gulped a lot. A lot of breezers, vodka, etc etc and he held me and we sat together. I was on the 7th heaven.
The clock kept ticking. It would soon be over forever.I started feeling dizzy. Obviously I had never had this much. He said "lie down for sometime". I said ok.
We went down to his room. It was dark. I lied down and he sat beside me. He said his best words that day, "I can't believe you are lying on my bed!! " Was he a teenager??, I smile back at it.
I said I feel better and we went back.
After some time, it was time. Cinderella had to run and he couldn't accompany her. The party was afterall in his . Wish I could have stayed. It was only a wish. Life went back to normal. It was just one of those magical hours that were special. He never found me like the prince. I never bothered. It was just one of those days...
An attempt to write on a lovehead part 1
The people whom I speak of are a part of a story that continues till this very moment...this is just an excerpt,one of the many which will be based on them.Let the legacy begin...
***
The first time she met him was after chatting and countless phone conversations without taking consent of using her sister's cellphone,(which was really cool then,since a call cost 7 bucks per minute) on school nights.
These conversations bore witness to their mild flirting and the fact that,well, she really liked talking to him.
After a serious relationship for each of them,shaking them to the core,somehow...after 6 years of long yet erratic conversations...the last few months have given her the most romantic moments of her life.
Here goes some of her favourite moments...
*The first time they had a Monday morning together.It was almost as if nothing out of the two of them existed.And the time they finally saw the clock on the table,it was close to 3 p.m.
"Oh shit" he said..."do you wanna get lunch?"
And she replied..."it really doesnt look like you're interested in eating lunch out of all the things."
He teases her about that till this day.
*It was only considered natural,hell stereotypical and old fashioned...something she was a staunch believer in...let the guy woo you as those days are saved in your hard disk as the bestest moments ever.
He claimed to having "run after" her for two months. Needless to say,we need to add a sarcastic yet imaginary "Wow,thanks!!" as her reply.
So abiding the laws set by nature or man,he finally said it.
He asked her out.Or atleast he tried...at a dinner table,on the bed,in the car and in the auto.And her reply was the same..."did you just ask me out?"
It is safe,nay,neccessary to say that she drove him crazy.But the favourite moment came of this story came when he didnt expect it.
She was finally ready.And so,over a cup of cappuchino in a cafe,she asked him out.
It doesn't taste the same everytime he's not around.
*It had only been a couple of months since she had started earning.The world was hers,and she was out there to conquer it...Well,atleast by shopping.While her motif was to buy a whole new winter collection,he stood patiently by her side while she went to shop by shop in a South Delhi market on a very cold evening.
She loved him for being patient.She loved it even more when he paid for her shopping.
She thought he was a gift from god when he asked her to take him to her favourite silver jewellery shop.
And then he did the most amazing thing ever.
After buying her the most favourite ring(s) of all times,he promised to live in the hope of spending the rest of their lives together.
It was one of the most favourite evenings of her life,till date.
The couple that we refer to,still have a lot to be written about.
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The first time she met him was after chatting and countless phone conversations without taking consent of using her sister's cellphone,(which was really cool then,since a call cost 7 bucks per minute) on school nights.
These conversations bore witness to their mild flirting and the fact that,well, she really liked talking to him.
After a serious relationship for each of them,shaking them to the core,somehow...after 6 years of long yet erratic conversations...the last few months have given her the most romantic moments of her life.
Here goes some of her favourite moments...
*The first time they had a Monday morning together.It was almost as if nothing out of the two of them existed.And the time they finally saw the clock on the table,it was close to 3 p.m.
"Oh shit" he said..."do you wanna get lunch?"
And she replied..."it really doesnt look like you're interested in eating lunch out of all the things."
He teases her about that till this day.
*It was only considered natural,hell stereotypical and old fashioned...something she was a staunch believer in...let the guy woo you as those days are saved in your hard disk as the bestest moments ever.
He claimed to having "run after" her for two months. Needless to say,we need to add a sarcastic yet imaginary "Wow,thanks!!" as her reply.
So abiding the laws set by nature or man,he finally said it.
He asked her out.Or atleast he tried...at a dinner table,on the bed,in the car and in the auto.And her reply was the same..."did you just ask me out?"
It is safe,nay,neccessary to say that she drove him crazy.But the favourite moment came of this story came when he didnt expect it.
She was finally ready.And so,over a cup of cappuchino in a cafe,she asked him out.
It doesn't taste the same everytime he's not around.
*It had only been a couple of months since she had started earning.The world was hers,and she was out there to conquer it...Well,atleast by shopping.While her motif was to buy a whole new winter collection,he stood patiently by her side while she went to shop by shop in a South Delhi market on a very cold evening.
She loved him for being patient.She loved it even more when he paid for her shopping.
She thought he was a gift from god when he asked her to take him to her favourite silver jewellery shop.
And then he did the most amazing thing ever.
After buying her the most favourite ring(s) of all times,he promised to live in the hope of spending the rest of their lives together.
It was one of the most favourite evenings of her life,till date.
The couple that we refer to,still have a lot to be written about.
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