:((

Meko kichi che baat nahi karni chub gande hain
Krit
Andy
Gaurav
Amit
Chub ke chub :((

Waiting....

I watched you going
till you blurred in the horizon
Right where you left me
I simply stood on
Savouring the last sight
and thinking that you might
once, maybe once
turn backward to see
A separated us, a waiting me.
You didn't care, I hoped till hope
and now you are visible no more
I wonder whether to stay
for if you return
when you return
I want to be right here
so you can find me
but then I wonder
will you ever return?
Or should I move on?
Whatever that means.

Of Sweet People

I was reading testimonials. Of good people and of not so good people (according to my opinion of them! I judge sometimes...!) And i came to the following conclusion:

We've heard a million times and we say a million times that all of us have positives and negatives. But do we really believe in that when we hate someone?

So when you read a testimonial what do you see? The sweetest person on earth is the person you are reading about. And that happens on all profile pages. Conclusion: everyone on earth is sweet...and nice...and cute...*read a testimonial, any for that matter, for more adjectives*

There's a quote by Mother Teresa that says 'if you judge people, you have no time to love them'. So true, but so difficult to follow! Next time you're angry at someone, and really can't understand why on earth such people survive, read his testimonial.



And for that, Orkut should be made mandatory for the 6 billion plus population of earth :D :P

Its Rocking

Life is just rocking these days.

Good in all perspectives :D

Unconditional love

"So, what are you thinking? You've not spoken for like 10 minutes. What makes you yak in class so much?"

"Nothing. Just...ummm...well...I have to say it. And ...err..I love you." Aryan's hands were actually shaking.

Neeru looked at Aryan as if she wanted to say something. Instead, she just picked up her purse and drove away in her car.

Aryan was shocked, to say the least. After 10 days of struggle he had managed to ask her out. It was different that he could only manage to take her as far as the canteen! After 1 month, he had said what he was dying to confess. And she left without saying anything at all? Did he say it too soon? He couldn't believe his luck.

He didn't hear from her for many days. She wasn't attending the routine lectures as well. He was missing her presence on the last bench. It had only been a month that they had started sitting together in the maths class. Neeru hated the last bench. But the ever growing population in class had forced her to come and sit next to Aryan that afternoon, and things were never the same after that. He remembered how troubled she was the first day, how he reserved a seat for her the next day and how they became instant friends. There was something about her. So mature, so fun to be with, so pretty...Aryan just loved everything about her.

"What's wrong with Neeru?" Aryan clutched Jaya's hand. "She's not answering my phone calls, not attending classes. is everything alright?"

"She doesn't want to see you," Jaya answered trying to avoid eye contact.

"But why? I guess you know everything. If she is not interested, she can tell me. I don't want to lose her friendship like this. Please Jaya, help me out on this. Ask her to talk to me. Pleaseee"

"Stop being kiddish. Neeru's not your type..."

"What do you mean she's not my type. I like her, I like her a lot. Did she say something to you."

"Aryan, you know nothing about her. Please forget everything. It's not going to work out."

"Is it about her leg?"

Jaya could not believe this. She didn't say a word and left.

"He knows Neeru. He knows everything about you."

"And still. He doesn't know what he is getting into. What, is he trying to make fun of me like he does every time? I can't take this Jaya."

"Why are you doing this. I know you like him too. If he has no problem, then why are you being such a Goddess. We all need someone to be with..."

"Oh, shut up. I'm not being a Goddess Jaya. Its just...Its just that when he'll know the actual picture, he may not be able to live with it. And wont that be more painful than this?"

"But.."

"No ifs and buts, you know how I have planned my life. I don't want to burden someone with the pain I go through. I like him, but that doesn't give me the right to spoil his life. Its just not happening," she said the last few words rather softly and banged the door behind her.

Jaya wanted to help. She wanted things to work out between Aryan and Neeru. She had not seen Neeru as happy as she was in the last one month since that fatal night.

Last 10 years had been testing for Neeru. She was 11 when she lost her leg in an accident. For a year she was on bed fighting with a spinal fracture. Then she got an artificial leg. Life at school was difficult for kids didn't understand. As a teenager she was sympathized with and she hated that. She had quite a few friends and because of her carefree attitude, she didn't let the accident change her life. She was excellent with numbers and had planned to finish her M.A and then go for a PhD in New York where her uncle lived. Getting a job of a lecturer would be easy then. love and marriage were two things she never thought about. Or rather, she avoided thinking about for she knew it wasn't going to happen. All well thought of, this was nothing close to what she had expected in life.

Aryan was surprised to see her in the class on Monday. "Hi! Can we be friends?" Aryan couldn't control his enthusiasm after class.

"I have to go home." Neeru just didn't want to respond.

"But you have to talk to me before that. I tried calling you up a million times. If you didn't like what I said, it doesn't mean that you have to start avoiding me? This is insane Neeru. Please, grow up."

"Oh, you grow up. Listen, these classes are extremely important to me. And I don't want you interfering. Just...please..."

Aryan grabbed her. And made her walk with him to the bench. He made her sit, took her palm in his, sat on his knees and said, "Neeru, I know why you don't want to see me. Don't hate Jaya, but she told me everything. Not because she sympathizes. But because I had to know how you felt. I love you, and i want to spend the rest of my life being with you. You know why? Because I love the little girl in you who comes and sits next to me even when her favorite seat is vacant. Because I love the way you get Jaya's favorite dish for tiffin even when you hate it. Because I love your strength, your courage and your honesty. Because I love the fact that are shit scared of driving a car but you still won't hire a driver. Because, you are the only woman I know who can get 13*17 in a fraction of a second...

"Neeru smiled. Her tears were uncontrollable now. "And what about the leg. How would you feel when I wont be able to do a million things anyone else could do?"

"If you loved me, and I was in the same situation, would your love change?"

"Yes, it would have..." mumbled Neeru.

"Then we think differently. Who knows, the day I get married, my wife meets with an accident and she can never walk again? Will I leave her? Leave that, if you can drive a car, if you can do a PhD and become a lecturer, what makes you think you cant do other things?"

"But right now you have a choice to meet a perfect person..."

"For me, you are perfect. And I will love you in sickness and in health, no matter how filmy that sounds. And if you love me too Neeru, please trust me. I cant promise you to be a perfect husband, but I will give it my best shot..."

"What makes you think you won't?" smiled Neeru.

Aryan smiled too and he lightly kissed her hand. "Our kids would be beauty with brains, aah I love that!"

"Depends. What if they get all your genes?"

Did they live happily ever after? I bet, they did...

**Not all stories are like that - short and simple. Not all have a happy ending. Every Neeru doesn't meet an Aryan. Not all Neeru's need an Aryan. Yet, unconditional love is the most beautiful thing on earth. Its a rare blessing. This is for ALL the people who love unconditionally. This is specially for you**

Antonymns

I have found that:
The opposite of Love is not Hate, but Indifference,
The opposite of a Friend is not a Foe, but a Stranger,
The opposite of Life is not Death, but Idleness,
The opposite of Winning is not Losing, but Quitting,
The opposite of Sound is not Void, but Noise,
The opposite of Noise is not Quiet, but Forlornness,
The opposite of a Promise is not a Breach of it, but an Expectation of it,
The opposite of Me is not You, but only Me!

:-)

Maybe

If you give me back the control of my life
Maybe I'll stop caring for you
If you stop coming to my dreams each night
Maybe I'll stop thinking of you
If you remove the imprint of your name from my heartbeat
Maybe I'll stop praying for you
If you erase from my mind "our" memories sweet
Maybe I'll stop remembering you
If you cease being your nice and thoughtful self
Maybe I'll stop liking you
If you can make me breath once without yourself
Maybe Ill learn living without you
If you can separate yourself from my soul
Maybe I'll stop feeling you within
If you can make me deaf-totally, as a whole
Maybe I'll stop hearing only you in a din
If you can replace my passion with malice
Maybe i'll be able to hate you and your thought
If you can take away from me my life
Maybe I'll stop loving you, or maybe not.

At peace

Yeah thats how I am feeling and so so happy and you know why?????socho socho...:p...ok batati hoon.....me and a very very old friend made it up yesterday....it had been more than a year since we fighted and parted our ways but stil it always felt that somehow a lot of things have been left unsaid.However ugly it got in the end but we were real gud friends and he was one person who had always been there at the back of my mind.However happy and contented I became there was always something missing in it and now I realise why

We both were at fault kiski zyada thi that I dunno but we both finally admitted it and also appreciated how much the other person meant to one.Its good to have you back again Nitin...and I hope our friendship is here to stay :)..so good and most of all I am finally at peace with myself over this issue that we didnt contaminate our friendship like that :)

Happy Navratri

The shortest sollution to any problem is to minimise the distance between your knees and the floor....................

Those who kneel down to GOD can stand up to anything.

Heres wishing a Happy Navratri to all ...my friends....those who are regular on this blog...those who dont even bother to open it lol...those who dont know about it ....and all those people who ghoomte ghaamte come across this blog :)....May Goddess Durga shower her blessings on each one of you :)

We think,therefore we are...women!

Now this one's not being written in a very good mood. Why? U ask. Well, i have no idea!So thats that, do females, and i say this for most of us, need a reason to worry/think?

We tend to make everything a big deal at times. Why, I have no clue. Somethings deserve our thoughts, but then we tend to indulge in a lot of unnecessary crap as well.

Lets say there is a party next week. So what to wear? Now next week is like 7 days later...but we need to THINK now! That will decide how many parlor visits we need to make before the D day, when do we have to shampoo our hair, how we'll reach the venue, how will we talk to our boyfriend on phone that night so we have to make up one night before, and the resttt!

This party is a HUGE affair, so it becomes a BIG issue . Lets just excuse it. How about what movie to watch tomorrow? Now the woman is thinking. Last comedy was awful. Action? What, thats not our genre. Romance...i need to buy tissues. Whom to go with? Well, if I ask X, I will have to take Y along. I don't like Y. If I go with A, B will not like it. If I take B, A's a prob. The Woman goes with A, has completely 'thought' of the reasons she would give B...

Now movies are entertainment. Lets just sleep. This too gets undue importance sometimes! If she sleeps at 12 today, her cycle will break. You know, routine. Yesterday she slept at 2 and woke up at 10, and I know u know the rest! If she sleeps at the usual 2, how will she able to start a new routine of waking up early? And if she sleeps at 1, she would be thinking of all the BIG things in the world and end up sleeping at 2 'thinking' why she didn't actually sleep at 2. She could have blogged u know!

And thats a woman's brain for you. Thinking brain. Sometimes its irritating for us too. We do realize that thinking is injurious to health. Thats why men, they-are-so-smart-men, don't think at all! And we hate them for that. Guess that's why we take their responsibilities too and think twice as much!

We think about the big, the small, and the minuscule. Its not our fault. Just like crying isn't. And well, there's a big post on crying coming up soon. Its my favorite hobby. Oh, no wait, its thinking. Umm..will have to think on this one!


*the post has been written in an extremely light hearted manner..and should be taken in the same spirit!!*

Childhood

Though, 3 different bodies, The soul and thinking is one !

Thats childhood for u.. the innocence captured in a frame :)

Mulaqaat

Hum mein kuch fark yun muqarrar mile
Humse na milenge ab woh humse agar mile

Note:-
The real beauty of this she'r lies in the usage of the pronouns 'hum' and 'woh'. The poetic interpretation changes substantially when the nouns associated with 'hum' and 'woh' are varied.
(1) hum = the shair (i.e. me), woh = the shair's lover/spouse
(2) hum = the shair, woh = the rest of the world
(3) hum = the shair and the shair's lover (i.e. a couple), woh = the rest of the world
(4) hum = the shair, woh = the shair (after the changes have taken place, during the process of self-analysis and self-discovery)

Interpretation (1) is the most obvious and conspicuous one, interpretation (2) is my favorite.

My tryst with story writing again :p

“I’m seeing this girl, Sharmishtha.”

“You’re always seeing girls… and what sort of name is that – Shar-mish-Tha!”

“This one’s different – mom likes her, too.”

“Yeah? Then go marry her. By the way, moms are that kind. They like girls with weird names.

Like your new girl – Shar-mish-Tha”
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“Nice shirt. Can’t be your choice. Who got u that?”

“Simi.”

“Simi?”

“Oh, I mean Sharmishtha.”

“Aww… Shar-mish-Tha? Still seeing her? I’m amazed!”

“Yeah. I kinda like her. I mean, umm, a bit more than like… actually, I…”

“My God, you’re blushing! Kaha nahin tha maine, shaadi kar lo?”

“Hmm”

“What hmm?”

“Aaogi meri shaadi mein?”

“Nahin, main nahin aaungi.” She said like SRK in DDLJ, and started laughing. “Vaasu, you know I won’t come. I can’t come… I just can’t come to see you getting married to some Rinky, Pinky or… Shar-mish-Tha”
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It was 11 am and she was deep in slumber when phone started ringing. It was Anupama, Vaasu’s sister.

“Shikha, turant ghar aa jaao!”

The ever-excited Pammi!

“Pammi? What’s it?! Main so rahi thi.”

“Sone ka time gaya Shikha dear… Vaasu is engaged! Aur uska chehra dekhne laayak hai. He’s acting all funny ever since. You absolutely must come over and see his face the moment you………… Shikha? Shikha?!”

“...Who’s the girl?”

“Sharmishtha. I thought you knew.”

“Pammi, I won’t be able to come. Have some relatives at my place. Will talk to you later.”

And it was then that the realization dawned upon her. Vaasu’s getting married. MY Vaasu! He’s engaged.

There’s someone else who’ll call you “my”. Someone else who will shout at you for being late. Someone else who you’ll spend your evenings with – evenings that were a canvas for our dreams. Someone else who will ask you what’s keeping you busy. Someone else you’ll shop for, watch movies with, tell jokes to – jokes no one laughs at… She smiled, remembering his jokes

How can you be so stupid? Why’re you getting married? That too, to Sharmishtha? I don’t even know her. Just saw her pic once. Well, she’s decent-looking… umm ok, good-looking. But no match for you. Though most of the time you end up looking funny, but I have to admit it – all the girls are literally fighting over you. And why her? Must be ‘coz she’s a medico. Never got over your fantasy, didja? Or maybe ‘coz she was your mom's choice.

Didn’t I know YOUR choice? Didn’t I know it all along that we were meant to be together – even before you told me. You had said, “I won’t be happy with anyone else.”… But I couldn't have married you. I’m no wife-material. You definitely deserved someone better. Someone you’ll be able to love, all your life. Someone who’ll love you – though that’d not have been a problem, everyone loves you. So do I. I had loved you all these years. Loved no one but you. In fact, I didn’t even think about anyone else. All those guys – I knew they were not the ones for me. ‘coz deep down inside I knew we’d be together. Yes, I said that we shouldn’t marry. But it didn’t mean that you should marry someone else – LOVE someone else!

You knew it too, didn’t you, that I love you? Didn’t you know no matter what I said, I had always wanted you to be mine? But you’re too good to be mine. You’d have hated me. Hated me when you came to know me better. And I didn’t want that. ‘coz you’re all that I’ve ever had. My love, my life, my Vaasu! You’ve given me everything – and I don’t want to lose it all. Don’t want to lose you by coming so close to you. ‘coz I lose everyone I come close to. I don’t have it in me to love. And to love you, my love, with a love that’s so unworthy of you!

I’ll never be happy with anyone else.

It was 8 o’clock and she was all in tears when he came to her room. Damn! She didn’t like it when she looked weak. That made him look so much more stronger.

“I’m ok. It’s just the headache. I’d have come to congratulate you myself otherwise.

Congratulations, Vaasu!” she blurted it all in a breath to hide the emotions in her voice, as if.

“Shikha, meri Shikkha… you think you could lie to me?”

That hug was enough to get her going all over again. She cried till she had no tears left in her. Eyes red, when she looked over at him – he was smiling. See the guts! That's why I hate him. That's why I love him.

“Poore 17 minute, 23 seconds ho gaye.” He said, still smiling. “…aur, jaanti ho Shikkha, I’m not getting married.”

Eyes wide, she tried to be strong, “Don’t be silly Vaasu, Sharmishtha is a nice girl. And you love her. I told you, I’ll be ok. It’s just that I was not … prepared.”

He looked ready to laugh. “Oye, paagal! She’s just a friend. Aur tubelight, kab tumhe akl aayegi? Today’s 1st April. And I won the bet this time.”

“You!!!!”

“Ab kaho, what do I get?”

“Thenga! Bolo kya chahiye?”

“Marry me.” He was all business. It couldn’t have come out easier, or smoother.

She smiled, and said “Shaadi, aur tumse – kabhie nahin! Know what, I’m just not the wife-material. And definitely not for you. You deserve something better. A medico, maybe. How about Shar-mish-Tha?…………….”

And they loved happily ever after.