Robin Tales

The better lot of the world as they call themselves speak in a language we ought to learn Inexplicable! It's difficult to begin with, you're in a different world But hold it on get the act together damn! let them know somethings change. the others are yours.

"Hiii good morning!! ooow you look so pretty !! You know what happened in the morning when i was at the station?? you wouldn believe this woman just started screaming...and i was like...seriously first thing in the morning and some random woman is screaming in the train...i mean this has happened before. one time me and my mom were in the train and something similar happened...but mom jus asked me to ignore it..you know sometimes these women really get really rude n mean...they dun have sense to talk naa....kuch bhi bol dete hain..n if its me its ok...like it happened i told u na last time that monday when we had left a lil late.. "er....*blank*  yaa yaaa!" "hann...so that time she only was talking badly to me...toh theek hai..matlab i can ignore...but then ek baar mom ke saath bhi hua...n i was there...this woman was being outrightly mean..n you kno what ruchi...i mean..i can take it for myself but not anyone who i love. unko koi kuch bhi bole toh i cant take i...

OVERCOMING THE SO-CALLED 'WRITER'S BLOCK ' Writing is a measure of emotional intelligence. Why would i say that? Maybe because the first-time writing experience din't last long enough. It was moving. It grew with time. & then faded away in the memory of glory. Where does it come from? True to the heart, even rubbish sentences & word salads sound great when they're penned down by deep-seeded need to explore the long lost aspects of the self. Its been 2 years I havnt written anything meaningful. Did something stop me? No. Dint anything motivate me? Countless things did. Then what went wrong? Its the process. Words flew around in circles & giant tornadoes. Sentences kept forming as words settled into their positions. An idea was born. However, it was soul less. Becoming who you are, finding the one thing you really like, and then the disturbing thoughts of having to let it go. Save the heart. Save the soul. Save the words.

Give up. Nothing’s going to work out. By now my head was hurting with all the yelling and screaming I had done. Anger got the worst out of me especially the last minute choke-my-throat-for-breath moments. “You’re coming tonight right?” “What? Where? Why” He asked as if I was kidnapping him and asked him for his own ransom money. “My place. Its 31st if I may remind you” “You never confirmed anything. I can’t leave so late now!” The next five minutes were full of angry words from me, my cousin still making an effort to calm me down. This ain’t going to work this way. Rewinding the last few days, i had just been a lazy buffoon and said yes to everyone for their plans for 31st night, and now I planned to collect all of them in one place, more so to avoid a bashing from all of these people. I started to get a splitting headache. The only thing, person actually, who could possibly save me, and I knew it because of my past experience, was Harshada. Before I knew what I was doing, I was cheerf...

Rains in Mumbai do a lot more than just wetting the grounds. This year was no different. The other day when Mumbai got its season's first batch of heavy *heavy* rains, typically characterised by break-down of commuting systems, I left work on time, fearing a traffic jam or worse breakdown of trains. Panicked as i was, unintentionally i announced it to my entire office that whoever leaves for central suburbs, don't leave without me! Most of them din't care and left at their earliest. Walking my way through the huge drops of rains, as i let my umbrella move away from me, I noticed someone enjoying the rains. Was he crazy? Was he without an umbrella? Was he a friend? Oh! Yes he is! Take him in! i said. Thinking about the good deed of the day, i found myself singing loudly some lyrics out of this beautiful song by Rihanna. I loved my umbrella even more & let it go off! My friend heard me singing somehthing like... "Baby you have my heart, We'll never be worlds apar...

Thinking.. Thinking.. Thunk! How and when did i discover *that*, i have no clue. I am sure it was one of those nuts that i am going to talk about. But honestly, as you read the title, i am sure you thought of a few crazy crack people who made your life so difficult at some point of time, that you could spend a million bucks to buy a book on *1001 ways to crack a nut* I met quite a few, the hardest one being the oldest. Yea its my best friend.(to kill me... ok just don't. Please!) He drives me crazy with his wrong apparently comic timing. Things i hate about everyone else, form his innate habits. Super Hyperactive with no patience to let the other person talk most of the times. Listening to other people happens to him only when he breathes (which is so rare i am scared he would choke up to his food.. i guess he has mastered the art of breathe-as-you-talk asana) I think he secretly times his body clock to race with a passing train, if cook a dish in 5 minutes is what a recepie says, ...

Huirting your middle finger is not a good thing to happenb. i am not happy abnout it. (This is what i typed first when trying to use my *hurt* middle finger. I suppose the reader, too, now is hurt *intellectually so as to have read this piece of pure art* ) I was doing my regular business when this happened, you know, nothing. So, while i was busy doing nothing, i thought hitting the keyboard for fun. A few words jutted out of my computer screen but *ouch* ! I sensed something was wrong and noticed blood oozing out of right hand. My middle finger was hurt! Worse, I don't remember hurting it! Blood on my hand, I could see stars on my office ceiling. With the aid of a strip of cloth branded Band-Aid (God it makes my finger go numb!), i rest in my place at peace for the rest of the day, *trying* to manage my chores without using my middle finger. Just as people were thinking how i am going to do my work without my stupid little hurt finger, I was wondering what all i couldn't do,...