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Questions, Answers and Givens.

Ever wondered what a 5-year old thinks of your most valued possessions? Or, take, for example, your consideration for the favourite toy of your little ones. My 7-year old cousin plays with her dolls almost everyday. Her favorite possession, i suppose. Garden trees, her favorite spot. You will find her there almost everytime she is angry with someone or is 'upset' because of her friends' behavior. Two days of non-stop chatter and play with her and i had my own' when-upset-sit-here-alone' place, a broken laptop (my ex-most valued possession, and a new worry. Well once every day, this kid exclaimed, " We are going to see the moon now!" or " The sun! hurray!" I had serious doubts on the origin of such statements leave alone the excitement. So i take her out to get some of her favorite ice cream. The last thing i wanted to hear, " Are going to see the moon?" is what she said. Surprised at my response, I began to feel the world, look at it fr...

My Super-Best Friend's Wedding

"Hey look there!" "Its a bird" "Its a plane" "No..its a...." " ... a CAR! " That's his usual way of attracting attention. Hehe. Not really. Its more of a childhood problem. Born and brought up in a family of intelligentsia and all nice people, he has grown up making road maps and plans on random sheets of paper, at random hours. Talking about railway routes from places in India, I din't know, existed. (Those maps at times haunt me nights together) *shivers* hehe. At the tender age of 3, this boy would by-heart the names of stations from the then Victoria Terminus - V.T (hell! i din even know the full form then), spend this precious childhood siting in the front seat of his car, a navigator by post - driver by actions. Yes, mimicking his driver, his favourite act that would save the day for him. His hero, the local electrician. As years passed by, local routes nationalised. Transport systems became life support system. Papers wit...

That Fairy Tale turned true!

True was the dream never did i believe it Seems like yesterday Just as we were talking I shut my eyes you were right in front of me scared as i was closer that you got Whispersing a few magical words in the dead silent night touched my eyes only to leave few beautiful dreams  Carefully placed, dreams only for me Give me your dreams, i ll make them ours, Do i believe  Opening my eyes if you are to come when my eyes re shut i promise you, i still havnt slept.

Leaving?

Thats how that song goes like the song i had in my mind thats how i convinced myself, since you were gone 'You re leaving on a jet plane' Only to come back. 'all your bags are packed you re ready to go Standing here outside my door you hate to wake me up to say goodbye "But the dawn is breaking its early morning. And the taxi 's waiting its blowing its horn Already i am so lonesome i could die So kiss me and smile for me Tell me that you ll wait for me hold me like you ll never let me go" Cuz you re leaving on a jet plane Don't know when you ll be back again oh! baby, how you hate to go ! " There were so many times i let you down so many times i played around i tell you now, they don't mean a thing Every place i go, i think of you Every song i sing, i sing for you When i come back i ll get you a wedding ring Now the time has come to leave you One more time let me kiss you Close your eyes and i ll be on my way Dream about the days to come when i wo...

Confessions of a girl.

They say, people know they also say, God knows. They defined it say, resticted its existance or set a base for it, rules for which we set Rules, for this one, are just like the rules of any game people have a certain set of rules which are universal and some you decide, the two of you. Its a little complicated at the outset One heard all this from people around, and one finally decided her rules already, all enthusiastically. Promising self not to defy her rules and never to disrespect them, never. Rules for falling in love, were, a) love never happens when its your friend, period. b) has to be something like love at first sight (dramatic, to be more precise) c) someone who is not exactly like you, *opposites attract* was the theory i was taught. d) one can not live without that person e) be calm, its just another emotion f) one is in love only once, and its to stay forever ...and a few more to go. What happened, first, was quite similar to this. I got what i was looking for. What foll...

Fear

Fear of the unknown is the greatest fear. But i chose to be different, not agree ably enough though. I fear. Yes. But of things people laugh at. This fear in me usually takes a form of mild depression, ultimately resulting in multitudes of tears. Initially people sympathised, few empathised, but naturally no one understood the cause of this kind of, other-worldly outbursts that i had. In many instances, i called up people i thought could probably make me feel better, or least, would understand what i am going through. I spoke to people ranging from my parents, my brother, cousins, my closest friends from school, until this time i never took it seriously, and so din't they. Further more, it had kind of become a joke amongst people who knew me. I needed to talk to some one who was just completely from the other side of the world, i mean just like the anonymous traveller, who would pause from his journey and listen to me. Listen to me and do what, that i never pondered. I think it was...

Contextual Abstract

A mirror broke broke us apart mirrors show similar things on its two sides it left me confused left me, happy. some one happened slowing down, i realised, it had become my past why? when ? and how? i din't know i am tired being a part of this these childish fears coming true. hate them stop haunting me let me live a life a life that you left behind for me a life you wanted me to be without you then why promise share dreams ask me to wait, when you know its never going to end, that pain is for real big for time to erase it all I am happy you were there 'thanks for acting like you care' Its nice to know it was all there.