tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21016321816390656252024-03-08T13:14:52.326+05:30Rocky Road"In three words I can sum up everything I've learned in life: It goes on." ~Robert FrostAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comBlogger111125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101632181639065625.post-22500473638965836602009-07-24T10:32:00.001+05:302009-07-24T10:32:05.500+05:30Comforting Nightmares…<p>Last night I had a dream. It was very scary in the beginning but then, it became comforting. I saw that there were blasts once again in the trains. The trains in which I was travelling. I was scared and petrified and there was blood all around. I was hurt too. I think I was down on the ground. My stomach was churning seeing all the blood around. That was the scary part. Suddenly, I heard my phone ring and your name flash on the screen. Now, this was the comforting part. <br />Will this have to happen for you to call me? I wonder.... I still have a chance in hell that one day, you'll call. Your pessimistic me turns optimistic. I hope! </p> <p>PS: Even for selfish reasons, I don't wish that something that disastrous happens.. I hope never ever does any1 go through losing some1..</p> Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101632181639065625.post-85289006652216206632009-07-23T18:23:00.003+05:302009-07-23T21:14:26.618+05:30Whatever<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Ok</span>. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Dont</span> expect me to be nice or to make sense. I had one of the worse days of my life. I'm late for my very first class. I hate making a bad 1st impression. I'm still at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">kurla</span> at 6.10 when class starts at 6.15 at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">churchgate</span>. Its impossible to reach there even though <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">i'm</span> in a fast train. Which i had to run to get. And in the process i bust my knee. Its throbbing. I'm scared to look at it. Its hurts that bad.<br /><br />Sigh <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">dadar</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">approaching</span>.<br /><br />What do i tell my prof why am i late? Stupid auto driver somehow knew i was late hence decided he'll way outside the station and not near the ticket counter. Asshole.<br /><br />What do i do? I'm sitting in the train venting out frustration on my mobile. Typing my woes away.<br /><br />This is not all that is on my mind. I'm thinking what do you do if you are the best among a lot for a job but still not good enough? Do you take up the responsibility? Also if you are promoted from among yr peers. Do yr peers have the same respect for you like they do for yr boss? What changes?<br /><br />Another totally unrelated thought is that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">arent</span> friends supposed to make each other feel better? Is it a job? Does friendship come with a job description?<br /><br />If you actually read this, you are crazy. But i love you.<br /><br />Shit <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">i'm</span> late. Very very late. Will update with what happened in class. 6.20and at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">byculla</span> = <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">rashi</span> majorly screwed..<br /><br /><br /><i>Edit: Now it is 9.07 and I'm back. It was just the orientation..Phew! SO nothing major happened. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Btw</span>, I super excited about my class. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Tmrw</span>, it is PR then it is Media planning, then Advertising Planning, Copy Writing, blah blah... I was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">sooooo</span> excited on seeing the timetable. I met some1 I knew from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Xaviers</span>. I was expecting to know no1, so it came as a surprise. But then, we realised we were in 2 different classes.So that is that :( But anyway, it feels like an adventure. More updates coming back. Hopefully, I should not be late tomorrow.</i></span>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101632181639065625.post-10765898543276249052009-07-10T18:35:00.003+05:302009-07-10T18:40:20.915+05:30Lucky<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">I wish I could prove</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">that I truly am lucky.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Lucky just to know you</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">and more so to be yours.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">I'm lucky that you held me</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">close to your heart.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">I'm lucky that your care</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">even an ounce belongs to me.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">I'm lucky that you think of me,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">even more that you love me.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">I'm lucky that I had my fingers</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">entangled in yours, more than once.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">I'm lucky that it was me, you</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">didn't</span> wanna let go.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">I'm lucky that it hurts you </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">to let me go.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Why o why, is my luck, then</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">fading away?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Posted for <a href="http://weekendwordsmith.blogspot.com/">Weekend Wordsmith </a></span></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101632181639065625.post-83067650085836708032009-07-01T17:32:00.000+05:302009-07-01T20:30:52.449+05:30Broken Glass<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:13px;"><div class="post-body" id="post-7113184986522820662" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; "><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:130%;color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;">I feel I just cant write anymore. So I'm posting something I wrote a really long time ago! :)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:130%;color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">My heart may be broken,</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Shattered and in pieces.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Your concern to join them</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Until the pain ceases </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Has me in tears full of joy</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">For once again, I found</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Someone I can trust, love</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">who wont let threads unwound.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">The threads of friendship</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Are stronger than of love.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">A kiss on the lip</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">or holding hands </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Mean nothing if </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">my heart continues to chip.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">You give me reason </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">to celebrate life</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">with every of its season.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Thank you, friend</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">For finding those petals dry</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Thank you, friend</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">For giving me the shoulder to cry.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Than you , friend</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">For catching every tear,</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">For making it better.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">For banishing every fear.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Broken glass may not be beautiful again,</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">But when I have a friend like you</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Nothing feels like pain.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">My broken heart may not be the same,</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">You have a special place in there,</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">It has been better since you came.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">It will love, it will mend</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Because I have you as my friend.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Inspired by what Shweta wrote </span></span><a href="http://weandwords.blogspot.com/2009/01/broken-glass.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">here </span></span></a></span></div><p></p><span id="showlink"></span><div style="clear: both; "></div></div><div class="post-footer" style="margin-top: 0.75em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(119, 119, 119); text-transform: uppercase; background-image: url(http://i270.photobucket.com/albums/jj104/lgtoews/529999_81765483.jpg); background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; letter-spacing: 0.1em; font: normal normal normal 78%/normal 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 1.4em; background-position: initial initial; "></div></span>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101632181639065625.post-31675551106428015312009-06-17T02:02:00.001+05:302009-06-17T02:06:31.512+05:30I want...yes, I want!<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Tired of saying that I'm selfless,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">No,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">I want it all.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">I want the stars in your eyes,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">I want that smile to be for me.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">I want the day to go by,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">The seasons to fly,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">I want years to roll,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">With your hand in mine.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">I want your eyes on mine,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">I want your lips on mine, </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">I want to be lost,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Lost in you. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">I want you to make me forget</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">All care, apprehensions.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">And remember just you,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Just us.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">I want you to make me</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Believe in fairy tales once again.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">I want you to shut me up</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Each time I regress in my ways.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">I want to be the reason you </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Think life is beautiful.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">I want to be the crazy girl</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">You'll talk to our kids about.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">I want to not be selfless anymore. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">I want you to make me selfishly</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">be in love with you.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Ps: Yes, I'm a "rich" girl who knows just how to say I want! </span></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101632181639065625.post-89170611410589447822009-06-11T11:34:00.001+05:302009-06-12T23:16:42.225+05:30Rebel and the muse<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); line-height: 20px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">"Stars, I want,</span></span></span><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pu2xo8SRApA/SWc03bxK__I/AAAAAAAAB9U/YaYrPmTJoSc/s200/orl.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289254414321385458" style="text-align: center; float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 114px; padding-top: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 4px; border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); border-right-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); border-bottom-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); border-left-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); " /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> The moon, I want.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> Rebel, I am,</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> The unthinkable, I want."</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><img src="http://www.bbc.co.uk/switch/slink/images/146x146/girl_think.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 146px; padding-top: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 4px; border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); border-right-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); border-bottom-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); border-left-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); " /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:130%;color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: 16px; ">"For you, stars, I want,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> For you, the moon I want.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> By you, I shall stand</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> But the unthinkable, I am not.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> Rebel you are, simple I am.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> Challenge to you, I pose not.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> Hence it is me that you want not. "</span></span></span></div></span>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101632181639065625.post-28857542962007772452009-06-08T01:05:00.003+05:302009-06-08T01:17:56.867+05:30Make a difference<div>MAD they told me, I was</div><div>Attempting the impossible, the unachievable,</div><div>Kind were those who didn't laugh</div><div>Even crazier who joined me in my quest.</div><div>Attainable seemed the goal, with company</div><div>Destiny became changeable and malleable</div><div>I became we, the doers</div><div>First came obstacles, then success</div><div>Frustrations and smiles too.</div><div>Emerging like a phoenix were a million dreams</div><div>Resurrecting hope and wishes</div><div>Eliminating despair and pain.</div><div>Never is a dream crazy, always MAD</div><div>Cease to dream is to cease living</div><div>Every dream is possible in the eyes of a believer.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>This is an acrostic about one of my favourite things, <a href="http://makeadiff.in/">Make A Difference</a>. I love being a part of something so amazing. Click on MAD above to know more about it! :)</div><div><br /></div><div>Though it doesnt even begin to completely describe what MAD is all about, it is what MAD means to me! Dreams of doing something, dreams of changing the world, dreams of becoming a better person! </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pu2xo8SRApA/SiwXQ2RxTaI/AAAAAAAAHTs/hrXD2odgR68/s200/madge.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 121px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344672435997330850" /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101632181639065625.post-7070098732464700962009-06-04T13:33:00.003+05:302009-06-07T00:32:58.533+05:30Her perfect day!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">It was 1.40 am and she smiled as she herself into her cosy blanket. When she slept last night, she couldn't have imagined how perfect her today was. </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">When she slept last it was with a heavy heart and her silent phone kept aside. He <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">wouldnt</span> call today. He was going away on a business trip and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">wouldnt</span> be <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">disturbing</span> her for quite some time. Disturbing her? Sigh! She woke up with a jolt in the morning. Maybe a dream but she <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">didnt</span> remember it. She check her phone for the time. 6 miss calls and 2 messages? Work maybe. Nonetheless she checked. It was him. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">The 1st message read, " <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Woah</span>! The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">airhotesses</span> are hot." </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">The 2<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">nd</span> said," I'm getting bored here and you <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">arent</span> even picking up my calls. :("</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">She jumped off her bed and called him. Damn the damn signal. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Couldnt</span> hear him properly. A series of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">msges</span> followed. All day long. Something or other happened and he would either call or <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">msg</span>. He <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">didnt</span> do that when he was in town but who's complaining, eh?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Soon, it was time for a very important meeting. Her first presentation at her new work place. She had never done anything like that. But somehow she was relaxed. She was still the nervous wreck that she always was but calm and smiling. She did amazingly well in what she has sought out to do. She came out all smiles and gave him a call.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">"I did it," She <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">screamt</span> into the phone. He just laughed and said, " Congratulations, darling." </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">"<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Ok</span>. Lemme call office and tell them we got it. Bye see you. Take care."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">She came back home. Happy and relaxed. She heated the dinner and sat to check her email. And saw him online. If this were a cartoon, her eyes would have popped out at the computer screen. They chatted for quite some time. In a while, he said she had put him in a better mood than when they started talking. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">She sat back reflecting the day, when her brother came running into the room screaming that it rained. The first monsoon showers. Today <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">couldnt</span> get any more perfect she thought. Touch wood.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">As she took the blanket over her head, she didn't wanna sleep fearing this might not be there when she wakes up! </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; line-height: 14px; font-family:'times new roman';">Oh please <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">dont</span> wake me!</span><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; font-family:'times new roman';">The dream is oh so pretty.</span><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">I know I'll have to wake</span><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">Someday, sometime.</span><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><div style="text-align: left;">But not today,<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Let me sleep a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">lil</span> while longer<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Oh please <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">dont</span> wake me.<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The dream is oh so pretty.<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Just you and me <br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">And not a care in the world,<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Love all around<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">No distances,<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">None between us.<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">All dreams true<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Some more to go.<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Oh please don't wake me<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The dream is oh so pretty!<br /></div></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">Gnite</span> world. Have a happy day! Yes, for the first time in my life, I have actually blogged twice in 24 hrs :)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Oh this is also a post with most number of tags... I think I'm high now! Hope I never come down! :D</span></span></div><div><br /></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101632181639065625.post-92069358410572585602009-06-03T22:57:00.003+05:302009-06-03T23:11:06.533+05:30Smile PleaseIs there one smile in the world that means the world to you? I would to do anything to see a smile on the faces of certain people in my life. They are few, they are true. <div><br /></div><div>Today, I think I managed to bring a smile to the face of one such important person. Just a message that said you helped me sleep peacefully today made feel, well I cant even describe what I feel! Top of the world seems like an understatement too.</div><div><br /></div><div>Keep that smile on, darling. Forever and ever :)</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">I have been singing </span><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=75XAo8NnY4Y"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Pal pal teri yaad sataye o Piya</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">, all thanks to </span><a href="http://creatingnewblog.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Prats</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"> all evening now! Now that too brings a smile! Sigh! (the happy one)</span></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101632181639065625.post-71400715096787997052009-06-02T22:10:00.000+05:302009-06-02T22:11:58.947+05:30Rashi the ranter!<div>Sometimes I wonder, if when you love someone can it truly be a complete waste. Is there anyone in this world who doesn't deserve your love? Can we love people who cheat us, who beat us, who even abuse us? If we can't stop loving them, what do we do?</div><div><br /></div><div>What happens when love instead of making you a better person, makes you a worse person? Starts causing pain? </div><div><br /></div><div>I agree that love isn't ideal always. There is definitely a break-point, isn't there? My naive self and my "experienced" self are in a constant feud. Sometimes, this one winning and sometimes the other one. </div><div><br /></div><div>Love, definitely isn't what I thought when I was 16. I know, probably, I will read this when I'm 25 or 30 and laugh at this stupid idea in my head. Or maybe I will be fighting the same battle. That actually sparks off another thought in my head. One of self-discovery. </div><div><br /></div><div>One problem most teens can identify is that of "finding themselves". Who am I? What is my personality? But do these questions really end with teenage? I doubt. I have given trying to figure out who I'm. All I know is that I'm complex and sometimes, unpredictable. </div><div><br /></div><div>Phew! Now, that I have ranted it all out, I feel better :D</div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101632181639065625.post-59320601798351459812009-06-02T02:22:00.002+05:302009-06-02T03:24:54.463+05:30Not all promises are meant to be broken<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); line-height: 20px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:13px;"><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">It was 5.30 pm. The doctor's anesthesia was just beginning to work and I was starting to lose control over my thoughts. The past came back to me. I remembered telling him that when I would be in the hospital, I would want no flowers or no Get-well-soon cards. I would want books, loads of them, so that I wouldnt get bored. If he could slip my laptop in with a net connection, that would be the most wonderful thing.</span></span></span></span></span></p><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I remembered him telling me first to shut up and then promising me that he would be there with me throughout. He would be there if and when I was in the hospital. He promised he would read the newspaper out to me and would bring me home cooked food because hospital food can suck.</span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">As I closed my eyes, I thought to myself promises are meant to be broken. </span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">It was 4pm, when I opened my eyes. My room was filled with white lilies , my favourite. The trance was over. The hurt was over too. I looked to see an empty room. I sighed. I saw the door of the room open. I saw my present come in with the doctor. I saw the concerned look on his face. He looked tired. I saw his face light up when he saw me. I could sense that he wanted to hug me. But then, he let the doctor examine me. I saw that his face never felt mine. </span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">When the doctor was done telling me what a scare I had given all, I looked around and saw that he wasnt around. I tried to sit up but couldn't. I felt dread. I looked at the slight noise that came from the door. I saw him struggling with a large heap of books. I couldn't help but laugh.</span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">He kept the myriad of books down and I couldn't help but laugh when I saw that sheepish grin on his face. </span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I felt awake and thought to myself ... </span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Not all promises are meant to be broken!!!</span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div></span>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101632181639065625.post-41154448342146448282009-05-28T14:09:00.011+05:302009-05-28T20:08:42.291+05:30Reborn- 100th post<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 12"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 12"><link style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;" rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5Cnikhil%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><link style="font-family: lucida grande; 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mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-language:EN-US;} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;font-family:'times new roman';" ></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Today, I post my 100th post on my blog. While I do post it, it hasn't been written by me. I seldom complete stories and most of these stories are my real life with loads of Mirch-Masala.</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I fought with really close friend of mine, I told him that I would never speak to him again. Obviously within 2 mins, I regretted it and hence </span></span><a href="http://lifealame.blogspot.com/2009/04/letter.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">this story</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> was born. </span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">
<br /></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">This story is a continuation to that. </span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">
<br /></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I hate sharing space but I had no qualms sharing it with, I guess one of my best(est) friends, </span></span><a href="http://thesoulwords.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Nik</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">. Though I could get hurt for saying this, "Thanks a lot, Sloth Bear" :P</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">
<br /></span></span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;font-size:100%;" ><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">The yellowness of the lamp light imbibed in him as he struggled with his pen. It was not different today. As usual, it was 6.30pm and he was at his desk, logging down the completed jobs. And some anticipated objectives to be fulfilled tomorrow at the drill site. The intangible yet tart aroma of the whisky travelling inside every nerve and artery of his well built body, with every sip, acted as a pretty strong infuser; infusing him with his own soul. This never used to happen during his extremely engaged daily schedule. But it happened every evening. Amongst the fluttering pages of his logbook, the peg of the familiar whisky and the surrounding darkness, the shuttering window panes, it was a daily practice to carry out this "Infusion". The "Infusion" was the means of gathering himself every evening, gathering his own deteriorated self, collecting his pieces and building a new “him” for the next battle, the next dawn.</span></span></span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;font-size:100%;" ><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">“Saheb, the dinner is ready.”</span></span></span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;font-size:100%;" ><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">A very familiar rippled voice broke the numbness in him which lasted for 3 unnoticeable hours.</span></span></span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;font-size:100%;" ><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">“Hanji kaka, abhi aaya, just two minutes.” </span></span></span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;font-size:100%;" ><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">Rising from his wooden chair, he walked towards the door of his study, in his typical upfront manner, and shut it behind him. Entering the hallway, flanked with bright luminescence, he could see his life. He could see the status he had. He could see the respect tagged with his persona. He could see what being the GM Drilling Services at 31 meant. He could also see the way he is on, but still lost; where he has reached, but not a destination. Stepping in the dining hall, making himself comfortable on the chair and with the food, he wished again. Like daily. That it would have been so much of a blessing, if she could see all this. If she could just be here. If she could find the real him.Find someone who got lost 10 years ago.</span></span></span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;font-size:100%;" ><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">He fed himself as miniscule food as everytime, and went back to his study. With the same inexpressiveness on him, his memory started serving him, perfectly.</span></span></span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;font-size:100%;" ><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">He had developed this inexpressiveness on his face in the last 10 years. Since they both grew apart. Since things changed and seemed never to return back to normal again. None of the two loved less. It was just the circumstances that played the evil. Staying unmarried and living alone was a majorly questionable affair, with his family evidently against the idea. Still in love with his family, which resided in a metro city, he conformed to a life of an unreal "him". With everything in place in his life, still there was not a thing that he could find. Love struck him long ago and he knew it was the true one. And when he lost it, 10 years ago, he knew the bruise would also last for a lifetime. And it turned out to be true. Amongst his “perfect” life, he didn’t have her. And that was nothing less than emptiness for him. An emptiness, that filled him daily to the core.</span></span></span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;font-size:100%;" ><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">Every day started with a wish. That maybe they could have been together. Maybe he could have been someone he wanted to be. That maybe he could get rid of the identity crisis he faced every hour at work. That maybe he could just be with her. Wishes grew infinite every day. With every passing moment, he got reminded of something or the other they shared. The name of a state they had been together in, the name of a person they knew in common, the beguiling aroma of the perfume she wore...anything and everything that came across him made him reminiscence them. He wished for her voice to greet his ears every dawn. But integrally he knew, this is like wishing for the Gods to send an invite of heaven to him . That he used to hope against hope. And this very thought dragged him back to the unidentified life he was living every day.</span></span></span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;font-size:100%;" ><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">Days passed. It had been almost a year since he was made the GM. Keeping himself busy in his work all throughout the day, attending the meetings, completing projects...nothing was different in his life compared to the usual life of a bigshot. But it was that day, that very special day, which had an unusual start. He woke up to find 3 missed calls. Ignoring them for the time being, he got up to get dressed. The phone again beeped with a message. Putting his tie around his neck he picked up the phone to check the message and started walking towards his Accord.</span></span></span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;font-size:100%;" ><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">It said: “Bajaj here. 5pm at Mochas. And if u think even for a sec who “bajaj” is, ul get ur ass kicked. Everyone is arriving. Be there.”</span></span></span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;font-size:100%;" ><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">Whoaa.!! What a start to the day!! It was quite a long time he did not meet his school friends. He really wanted to. But immediately he realised, “What about infusion? It will surely take more than 3 hours with them....and then....” He started driving. Left his apartment and forgot about the evening plan.</span></span></span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;font-size:100%;" ><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">The day passed. As usual. And he arrived home early. Around 4.</span></span></span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;font-size:100%;" ><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">The day had been special at work too...something was going on today. He managed to grab three contracts and the software also ran a successful first try!</span></span></span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;font-size:100%;" ><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">“Something isn’t right today, or maybe things are too right!” He thought to himself while parking the car in the alley.</span></span></span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;font-size:100%;" ><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">“Kaka, jaldi se ek cup chai bana do, mujhe kahin kaam se jaana hai.” And the swiftness with which he entered the house, with the same he got dressed and left.</span></span></span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;font-size:100%;" ><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">Reaching mochas he met them all. They forced him to put his cellphone on busy. Again reminiscence. During his exams he used to put his phone on busy too. When she used to call, she used to get a busy tone which made her aware that he was studying. Jarring into the reality, he did as they said and went on to discuss old school days and have fun.</span></span></span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;font-size:100%;" ><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">Time flew by like it never did. Things seemed to be pretty different today. And it was residing in his subconscious which he was interestingly avoiding. He knew something had to happen. He changed clothes, and checked his phone casually. Putting it on speaker on the bed, he moved towards his closet to arrange his clothes. In the typical jiffy he was known for.</span></span></span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;font-size:100%;" ><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">“You have 3 voice mail messages. Press 1 to listen.”</span></span></span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;font-size:100%;" ><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">He did.</span></span></span></p><p style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></span></p><p style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;font-size:100%;" ><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">1. “Akhil here. Where the hell is the file? Get it tomorrow or the extraction will need further confirmation from court you idiot!”</span></span></span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">
<br /></span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;font-size:100%;" ><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">2. </span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;">" Hi. It is me. I just wanted you to know that I missed you. No-one could ever replace you in my life. You are special. I missed you."</span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;font-size:100%;" ><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></span></span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;font-size:100%;" ><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">It felt like all the blood in his body has rushed to his head. He knew the voice. He so recognised it. All the emptiness was getting filled. He felt his stomach churning like a tornado. The air around suddenly went silent. His ears could not believe what he had just heard. It was her voice. The voice of his destination. He glared at the lit screen of the phone on the bed. Collecting every bit of consciousness, courage, strength, sanity left in him, combining all of them, he stood up nd took the phone in his hand and the speaker bellowed:</span></span></span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;font-size:100%;" ><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">“Press 0 to listen again”</span></span></span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;font-size:100%;" ><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">He did. And the feeling of having his life back was amazing. It felt as if everything in the world had stopped. Every emotion seemed unfamiliar. Every heartbeat felt new. He could finally see his identity shaping up. According to him the definition of “Unbelievable” had changed. This word was too insufficient to describe what had just happened. A sudden realisation of finding the meaning to his life struck him. Drowned in the unexpected happening of her return, he wished to die in the happiness that enlivened his soul.</span></span></span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;font-size:100%;" ><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">He heard that voice after 10 years. 10 Years, in which he knew nothing about her. Where she had been, how she had been, what she had been doing. He fell on his back on the bed and heard the message infinite times. He wasn’t getting enough of it. How could he have. He could feel LOVE crawling under his own skin.</span></span></span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;font-size:100%;" ><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">He knew something different was going to happen today. It was right there in his heart and mind since the moment he woke up in the morning. But of this magnitude, it was highly unpredictable.</span></span></span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;font-size:100%;" ><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">His wait and patience won. Getting over, though with extreme vigour, of the shock, he dialled back the no.</span></span></span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;font-size:100%;" ><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">It rang, and someone picked up.</span></span></span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;font-size:100%;" ><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">And there was her voice,</span></span></span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span">“Hi. I knew you would call. I just want to say that I STILL LOVE YOU.”</span></span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;font-size:100%;" ><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">He found himself. He reached his destination.</span></span></span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;font-size:100%;" ><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">He was REBORN.....</span></span></span></p><p></p><p></p> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101632181639065625.post-41083485840507122722009-05-08T19:59:00.002+05:302009-05-28T19:25:32.809+05:30Rear-view mirror<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:157.5pt;margin-bottom: 0in;margin-left:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:normal;mso-pagination: none;tab-stops:274.5pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:4.5pt;margin-bottom:0in; margin-left:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:normal;mso-pagination:none; tab-stops:274.5pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:9px;"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:4.5pt;margin-bottom:0in; margin-left:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:normal;mso-pagination:none; tab-stops:274.5pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:16px;"></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">Today, as I got out of the building, I realised I needed to go to the ATM. I went to the ATM near my house but it refused to "dispense" any money. If I didn't have a broken hand, I would have punched it, but I had no choice but to go to the doctor's clinic and see if there was an ATM there. </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">Thankfully, the clinic is near the market area, so there were bound to be atleast an ATM. But no. All ATMs there were either out of order or ones which I couldn't use. I walked on. For a good 25 mins in the blazing sun. I finally found one in some corner on the road.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">I walked back to the doctor’s clinic and got my reports. When I came out and walked back a little to the rick stand, I realised that there was an ATM 2 steps from the clinic. </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">Being in a philosophical mood, I began thinking. Maybe the thing we actually searching for is left back in the past. We just walk past it and then reach where we are supposed to and continue to search for what is missing. We go on and on. Looking forward. Ahead all the time. Struggling to read a little further for we expect that something to be around the next corner.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">Just take a look behind. Maybe that’s why cars have a small rear-view mirror too.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"> </span></span></o:p></p></span><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101632181639065625.post-53309229273125773752009-05-07T22:58:00.000+05:302009-05-07T23:00:54.209+05:30Rehab!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">These were the days when my first book had just come out. A reporter called to take my interview. He and I were so happy. While I hugged him, he whispered and said, " I wonder how many you will mention me. Just try not to make every answer about me." I looked at his face to see a smirk that I had fallen in love with. <br /><br />The day the interview was published, he woke up earlier to read it and immediately called me to say," You <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">didnt</span> even mention me once." The same pain in his voice like a small kid who had been refused candy. That evening, I sat with him and showed him how each answer had him somewhere. He just didn't know how to connect the dots. I told him that now, he was embedded it in my very cell. I would need to check into a rehab to get rid of him..<br /><br />10 years later, I had everything. 5 best sellers and interviews after each launch. I had everything but him. I had <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">suppressed</span> all feelings I had about him and moved on.<br /><br />Then, one day, I met him at a parking lot. I smiled to hide surprise, the pain and most of all the love. He smiled too. Came <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">up to</span> me and said, " I have been following your work, closely. I must say I'm proud to have known you. I'm running late, but do please call me." He turned around before I could say a word.<br /><br />I ran home to see if there was even a glimpse of him in my work. I poured of my work of 10 yrs to see if I could see him anywhere. I resigned into my bed some hours later, given up. <br /><br />He was everywhere. Maybe I really did need rehab.</span></span></span>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101632181639065625.post-50088144583575828692009-05-06T23:24:00.002+05:302009-05-06T23:36:11.090+05:30Random sad phases<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; "><div><div>He was right I realised as the cool air of the AC touched my skin giving me goosebumps. I shuddered at what I am not too sure - the coolness of the air or the realisation. You are a volcano waiting to explode, his voice echoed in my head as tears welled in my eyes. Thoughts stored in there since eternity with no outlet. Somewhere deep in my heart. Locked up and key dropped into the deep ocean. Somedays, it gets too much and I keep my hand over it to prevent an outburst. Most times I am successful and nothing comes out. But what it leaves behind is a burnt hand due to the hot lava.</div><div><br /></div><div>Today, I burnt my hand. My tongue bruised from all the times I bite it to catch myself from saying something I want to but dont want to. I'm breathless though I haven't moved an inch since morning. I feel exhausted. Tired. Of pretending. Of wearing a mask. A mask that tells the world, "I'm ok", "I'm normal.", "It doesn't hurt."</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm not ok. I'm anything but normal. And it hurts. It is a wound which refused to heal. Maybe because I keep picking at it. This is going to scar. You know that too. You agreed when you said of all the "phases" in my life, you were the one that made the maximum impact. Yes, you are right. </div><div><br /></div><div>Today, with burnt hands, bruised tongue and a damaged soul, I give up my pride and say, " Yes, you were right about everything. Yes, I do love you, Yes, it hurts.</div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------</div>I want to cry and then be done with it. But then my tears too question me, for whom? Why? And refuse to come out. the feeling within just remains and erodes me, gnaws from within. It refuses to budge or reduce in intensity. Magnify if that were possible.<div><br />I wish I could cry. Somehow I feel that is the solution to my problems. Solution to the deep sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. Solution to me feeling so pathetic all the time, so low that I cant even be happy for you rather here I'm pitying my fate.</div><div><br /></div><div>What happened to that person in the mirror? That I was so proud of my reflection? Vanity was my vice. Now vanity is what I wish for.</div><div><br /></div><div>And maybe a little bit of pride..</div><div><br /></div></span>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101632181639065625.post-80355806074749227222009-05-04T00:00:00.002+05:302009-05-04T00:21:15.109+05:30Happy Birthday<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">This post is dedicated to my lullaby</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">There is this one voice that I sleep to each day. Tonight, while the owner of the voice (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">OotV</span>) is busy studying, I fail to fall asleep, tonight.</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">OotV</span> is one of the craziest things to have happened in my life. The one that makes me selfless and mature. Yeah, we were discussing it that day and I realised I really becoming mature. Maybe it is because of the presence of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">OotV</span> in my life. Maybe, just maybe. It is no secret that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">OotV</span> has an inflated ego. And such statements just make it worse. But <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">OotV</span> knows what they mean to me.</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Now, when I met <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">OotV</span>, I thought they were really pesky. Always wanted to talk about things that I wanted to run away from but once out of frustration (of the situation, not because of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">OotV</span>), I told them everything. Blurted my heart out. Since that day to this day, they have been nothing but a patient ear. Well more than just that. A pair of strong shoulders to hug me, a sound mind to make me think logically, a kind heart to support me, a firm hand to hold mine.</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Well, sometimes we do reverse our roles and I have to knock some sense into <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">OotV</span>. But, than that’s what friends are for. Being crazy, supporting each other, wishing you could be there on their 21st <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">bday</span>.</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; ">Oh yeah today <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">OotV</span> turns 21. Join me in wishing <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">OotV</span> a very happy 21st <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">bday</span>. I, somehow, haven’t done justice to them or the relationship we share in this post. But as always, I'm sure <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">OotV</span> will understand what I intent to say and am not saying. They seem to do that a lot with me. (If that is a good or a bad thing, I'm not sure)</span><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Such is our bond that since I had written this on Friday, I had to make some1 proof read it and all those who did thought I was talking about my inner voice. Maybe they are. Sometimes the way they give words to my feelings, the way they say thinks without me saying them is only something someone so close can do. Maybe they truly are my inner voice. </span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Happy Birthday, Sloth Bear, Happy 21st. </span></span></span></p>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101632181639065625.post-60334747840437479362009-05-02T23:36:00.001+05:302009-05-02T23:38:05.015+05:30Slideshow<div>I lay on my bed. Frustrated and flustered. Happiness had left me. All it left was void. An empty place. I tried to fill it with numerous things but all was momentary. I tossed</div><div><br /></div><div>Immediately, my thoughts turned to him. Him that I had let go. I heard news of him doing well. Getting a lot of praise. Everyone saying he was perfect. Suddenly, I remember what it felt to have him touch me. Just holding hands felt wrong. Eerie. Like it didnt belong. No, I dont regret it. I turn.</div><div><br /></div><div>My thoughts fly to him. Him that I wish could let go. My stomach churns at the very thought of not loving him anymore. It seems like I have done so forever. My head wheels as I contrast the feelings I have for both. Couldn't be more different. I smile sinisterly. I feel cheap. Like a broken rag doll. </div><div><br /></div><div>Acute stress, the doctor tells me. I need to relax. The aches and pains are result of my brain. It is all in mind. My mind which isnt mine anymore. Thoughts go on in random fashion. Like a presentation gone haywire. One slide after another with no proper sequence. Memories, dreams, reality, fears all flash one after the other. </div><div><br /></div><div>Somehow, of all that has eluded me. Pain never has. </div><div><br /></div><div>Ps: It is fiction. A few posts inspired this :)</div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101632181639065625.post-68863304352919824512009-04-30T01:59:00.004+05:302009-05-28T19:28:59.078+05:30She wished- 55 fiction<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><br /></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">She wished for once she could stick to her decision. She wished for once she could listen to what her head said. She wished for once she did what she wanted, what was good for her. She wished for once, he wouldn't come in, flash that smile at her and make her wishes melt away.</span></span></span>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101632181639065625.post-29766392309358082602009-04-28T20:39:00.005+05:302009-04-28T22:14:50.388+05:30The letterShe walked on the beach she liked to believe was her own. Beautiful clean sand and deep clear water. She walked on the horizon where the waters silently kissed the sands. She walked thinking of days to come and the days gone by. Of all the people she had met, those who had made a difference in her life. Mostly she thought of him. It was 10 years since she had heard his voice. The voice without which she could sleep, once upon a time. She wondered where he was now. Whether all the dreams they had shared had come true for him. Of all the worries they had spent nights thinking about and how the worst among them had come true. They truly had grown apart.<div><br /></div><div>Suddenly, she felt something cold hit her foot. It was a bottle. There was something in it. A message in a bottle? She smiled. It was letter dated 12<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">th</span> April, 1916. The World War-I. Her <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">curiosity</span> grew. She sat down on the warm sand and opened it slowly. Afraid she would tear it. She read. It seemed like a leaf of a diary. </div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">12<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">th</span> April, 1916</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Dear Diary,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">It has been a year since he left me. It seems like just yesterday he was hugging me. Holding me close and now it is all gone. The pain too is now dull. Never will it be gone completely but now my brain is clearer. I realise that he <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">isnt</span> coming back.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">I wish I could speak to him just once more. Talk to him. Listen to his voice. Tell him what he meant to me. My beacon. My soul. I wish I could tell him how special he was to me. All I wanted was him to be happy wherever he was. I wish I could hold him once more. I wish I could feel his strong arms around me, telling me everything would be alright. I wish I could see his deep intoxicating eyes once again. I wish I could feel that warmth within me which only he could make me feel. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Most of all, I wish he knew I was all his like I was no-one <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">else's</span>. I wish he knew I loved him and still do and probably always will.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">I wish he knew. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">She stared at the letter long, for quite some time. Then she knew what she had to do. She put it back into the bottle and tossed it back into the ocean. And ran back home. She ran like there was no tomorrow. The sun was setting but in her heart, realisation had just dawned. She picked up her phone with shivering hands. And dialled his number. Hoping and praying it <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">hadnt</span> changed. The call connected. She took a deep breath and said, " Hi. It is me. I just wanted you to know that I missed you. No-one could ever replace you in my life. You are special. I missed you."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">She then awaited his reply with baited breath..</div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101632181639065625.post-34873924038033088842009-04-24T12:57:00.003+05:302009-04-24T13:20:06.487+05:30I fear!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pu2xo8SRApA/SfFuwbA7G4I/AAAAAAAAHP4/sPg5ZX9-lhI/s1600-h/scared_girl_dar_at_night.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pu2xo8SRApA/SfFuwbA7G4I/AAAAAAAAHP4/sPg5ZX9-lhI/s200/scared_girl_dar_at_night.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328161612320414594" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><br />What will happen if two of your worst fears come colliding with each other and confront you? You want to escape and run away. Run away into the oblivion where nobody can ever find you. But that which you fear within it is a person you love. Can't leave them. Can't escape. Something rather that someone holds you back.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">Escaping is something that comes naturally to you. Well, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">at least</span> in situations that have been <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">disastrous</span> before. I have been here before. People have changed but the situation is the same. I fought. I lost. Now I'm not that strong to go on.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">I look at the person in front hoping he realises that what he has become and how it is hurting me. But how will he? He doesn't realise the situation I'm in. The horrors of the past come haunting back. I hate the person you seem now. I'm scared. Very very scared. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">Please be the person I love.</span></span></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101632181639065625.post-71157639539066512502009-04-20T15:33:00.004+05:302009-04-20T17:10:46.562+05:30Dreams<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">The woods are deep and dark. Gliding and hovering around, I want to clear this patch as soon as possible. Hurried and scurried,I move. Suddenly, my eyes fall upon you. With that serene smile, you almost make me stop in my tracks making me feel calm. With a horror, I realise that you are walking towards danger. I can see it vividly. I can see that it can destroy you. And with that crush my soul. I scream to get your attention. I scream as loud as I can and then a little louder. My lungs hurt but you can't hear me. I want you to stop. But that smile of yours makes me believe it may not be so dangerous after all. Yet, I fear for you. I fear that you may be hurt, destroyed. But maybe this path will lead you to a place you truly want to be in. I shall hover around. I shall protect you. I shall pick you up when you need it. Till then, I shall be calmed by that smile of yours.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">The first part of this post is a dream I have every night about a friend and the latter part is what I say to myself after I wake up scared and petrified! </span></span></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101632181639065625.post-45497892950511881912009-04-19T00:00:00.000+05:302009-04-18T13:37:05.078+05:30I wish<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">I just can't come up with something new. I feel so blahed out. This is what I wrote a year back and it is still relevant for today. So, I'm just going to repost it. Sorry, Ma!</span></div><div><br /></div>I wonder,<br />If things would have been different<br />Had you been here.<br />If I would be different,<br />If WE would be different.<br /><br />But today,<br />I wish I could tell you how much I love you,<br />I wish I could tell you how much I miss you,<br />Even though you <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">aren't</span> close,<br />I wish you were.<br /><br />The distance between is<br />Not something I can change,<br />Nor is what you feel about me,<br />But all I can do is love you<br />And hope that you feel the same.<br /><br />But today,<br />I wish I could tell you how much I love you,<br />I wish I could tell you how much I miss you,<br />Even though you <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">aren't</span> close,<br />I wish you were.<br /><br />Maybe you too are hoping<br />That you could be here,<br />Going for movies and out for dinner<br />(since you always hated cooking)<br />Maybe you <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">don't</span> .<br /><br />But today,<br />I wish I could tell you how much I love you,<br />I wish I could tell you how much I miss you,<br />Even though you <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">aren't</span> close,<br />I wish you were.<br /><br />You are the reason I exist!!!<br /><br /><br /><br />This poetry is dedicated to my mom...Happy birthday, Ma!!!!! :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101632181639065625.post-67518975661262300102009-04-17T23:52:00.002+05:302009-04-18T00:08:02.543+05:30Language and us<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">This post is a combination of a lot of things. A random chat with a friend about relationships, the prompt at</span><a href="http://sundayscribblings.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"> Sunday Scribblings </span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">about "language", </span><a href="http://daily3things.blogspot.com/"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">Jaky's</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"> post</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"> of which the 1st point was to understand people and a frustration-filled conversation with a friend in the morning.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">We all know what happens when we want to say something and words don't seem to be our best friends. What is worse is when we don't realise the impact of what we say on others. So many times, I've reacted in ways that are unlike me and I wonder why. Sometimes, people say things that put others in a defensive mode.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">Many of us seem not to realise that language too can put people in the fight or flight mode. Some people just get on our nerves with the way they speak. This style of speaking can be so </span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">detrimental</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"> for a relationship. Just imagine a person who is always put you on guard. How would you feel? Tired? Unable to keep up? Just wanting to run away.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">When language is so powerful, why aren't we more careful in using it? We all can talk. And that is one of the markers of our humanity. Of our superiority over "lesser" animals. Then why not use it well? Why take it so much for granted? </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">"You think that I don't even mean</span><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-style: italic; ">A single word I say...</span><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">It's only words</span><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><div style="text-align: center;">And words are all I have<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">To take your heart away<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Talk, in everlasting words<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And dedicate them all, to me<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And I will give you all my life<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm here if you should call to me<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">You think that I don't even mean<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">a single word I say.."<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">- Words by Boyzone!</span></div></span></span></span></div><div><br /></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101632181639065625.post-64643721459427004642009-04-12T16:08:00.005+05:302009-04-12T21:11:36.869+05:30Fatal Attraction<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br />I was cribbing about being unable to write and my dear dear friend Leo gave me a pic to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">inspire</span> and I wrote a small little fiction 55 on it. Lo and behold, I was kinda able to write after that I completed the prompt on <a href="http://acrosticonly.blogspot.com/">Acrostic Only. </a></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></span><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pu2xo8SRApA/SeHFw795CdI/AAAAAAAAHOg/d68g0YNvjLo/s200/Feet.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 198px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323753679050312146" /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></span></div><div><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">I took his small feet in my hands and wondered if he’ll remember me when I’m gone. I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">didn</span>’t have much time to spend with him. I would miss him grow, maybe even miss his first words, first steps. Would he miss me? Suddenly, he opened his eyes and I realized let’s make memories now.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Fatal Attraction- The Acrostic</span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Fragile, you seemed<br />Alabaster-toned your skin<br />Tenacious, your mind.<br />Alluring are your eyes, me to<br />Lands unknown.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">As I sit across the <br />Table, I look at you moving,<br />Talking, lips moving in perfect symphony.<br />Radiantly beaming.<br />A sigh escapes my lips.<br />Can't we be together?, I wonder<br />The pain of separation<br />Is more than I can take.<br />One more breath without you is my<br />Nemesis. My end. My quietus.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">I know it lacks flow. But I tried to imply the confusion that he feels on seeing the girl that he loves but can't have. </span></p></div></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101632181639065625.post-42924827854583734782009-04-10T00:23:00.003+05:302009-04-10T00:27:08.370+05:30Colours, him and her<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.worldofstock.com/slides/APA1087.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 326px; height: 501px;" src="http://www.worldofstock.com/slides/APA1087.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing">He loved <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">flirt</span>ing with colours. She came into the room looking <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">stunning</span> just for him, her painter. He gave her one look and realized it was all a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">ploy</span> to get him away from work. She smiled standing at the doorway. He left his easel, his colours for her smile.</p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing">This is a Fiction 55 (Well, I'm not sure if this can qualify for it but it has 55 words) </p><p class="MsoNoSpacing">Prompted at <a href="http://threewordwednesday.wordpress.com/">3WW</a></p>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com17