Thursday, November 25, 2010
What was she doing standing 3 inches at curve of the street and looking at cars as they drove passed her? She stood in cloths soaking wet, shivering. You can see her teeth chattering and her eyes crying, but yet a smile laid painted on her face…… I glanced over at her and maybe recognize her, but couldn't…
The setting was beautiful. an orange, yellow, and red sun was setting, the serene outside, with a steady breeze. But her..?…
Her scream ripped the scenery and filled the air, and drew a flock of birds flying away, like humans fleeing from a disaster... Did these birds understand and I yet was trying to figure out?
People began to gather and I grew aware something was wrong… I moved in toward the crowd… She took no notice in anyone that stood near her, but kept her face where no one can see it- hidden under the hooded jacket she wore… she didn't want anyone near her. My face kept a confused yet sad look... She stood motionly peaceful among these people, like nothing was going wrong.
Whispers of people moved aimlessly through the crowd. No one seemed to notice me, I moved around the growing crowd. Feeling like a lifeless spirit crouching in and around these people. Whispers went to speaking, then just got louder.
She dropped down on her knees and put her hands over her ears. The crowd got quieter.
She reached into her pocket and took out a folded paper which she stared at then set aside.
As she turned around and her jaded eyes looked right into mine… It was like looking at a reflection in a mirror… She looked like me, and cried like me… I felt the pain she felt, and could see right through her. I then was aware... it WAS me, and my spirit drifting along this world before I had left…………
I took a last glance at what I was leaving behind…but nothing seemed meaningful anymore… In the crowd, confused faces stared, waiting on what I’d do next. Watching as entertainment filled them with joy. I knew I was melting inside, but still smiled… Then caught my attention, a man moving in aside him another man, through the crowd... I knew this guy... As I lifted my head slowly and looked right at him, he slowly hid behind the others. I looked away, and told myself I've forgotten that face, and was meant to leave it like that.... I looked down, slowly dropping on the floor. Took a deep breath. I soaked in gasoline and shivered in the cooling breeze. Reached into my pocket- It felt like all of life's walls were caving in on me... I have lost…- smiled...and lit myself to flames……….
The folded paper, read…
"Watch my ashes fly away… I've made things easier for you when I die."
**I keep holding on to you, but I can't bring you back to life… Sing the anthem of the angels, and say the last good-bye**
*It's all an act. Smile. Live. Die inside. Go to bed. And again the next day.*
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
This post in a part of the contest by Blogadda.
Everybody want to know each other, be it Men or Women!! Everybody cares about the life around us, the people we care and share, the people we want to please and impress, the people we want to hate and regret, the people we love and live for!! Sometimes, if we realised we do want others to talk about what we do and what we don't do. After all, we are a social being and we do depend on everything around us. No one can deny it.
Coming the topic of what men want, WHAT DO YOU GUYS WANT??
We can only approach this topic in a very generalised view, because each person is unique and has her/his own wants and needs.
The first thing that struck me when I read this topic. Men want WOMEN.
Let me explain,
A Women is required to carry a child(Male or female).
A Mother is need take care of the need, to nurture and cultivate values through her love and affection. The Mother plays the most crucial part in the life a child. Men are said to be connected to the mother more than a women. After all, she is the first women in his life. He would anything to get her love. Come who may say, men love their mother more than another women in his life.
A Sister is to teach him to care, share and teach him good from wrong. A sibling is also the first rivalry. The one who act as competition. This is where he faces his first victory or defeat. Embraces each emotion with a sister. As he grows up, the love for sister also grows. He takes care of her, respect her, treat her like equals.
This is a very strong and powerful relationship for his lifetime.
A Girlfriend, to share his secrets, likes, dislikes, passion, compassion, confessions. I know a guys best buddy is a guy too. But a girlfriend accept him as he is. They help each other grow and share their responsibilities and dreams.
A Wife to open up a new world of love. The one which he never imagined that would exist. The Wife play another major part in this life after his mother. To make him feel happy, to make feel loved, to make him feel like a man itself. She remains for the rest of his life as a partner, soul mate, lover, friend & an enemy at times. Sex, a whole chapter in the life of a man is experienced with his wife. All say men are crazy about sex. Yeah it is true but it is also a part of the life which everyone accepts. Sex is not a taboo. The role of his wife is indefinable in the real world. What she does for the MAN in her life and the family cannot be compared to anything. Yeah, All for him. The Man in her life. The true value of his life only begins after his marriage.
A Daughter to make him a father. There is no denial that a father- daughter relationship is one of the strongest. Men are more protective and sensitive when it comes to having a daughter. Most of the times, Men embraces a daughter. Another women to complete him.
A Granddaughter to trouble him, to make him tell stories of his life. To hold his hands when she sleep. Another women who fulfils his whole life.
So many relationship, of course men want men too..But what they want most is the relationship which they crave for from the beginning of his life till the end is Women. I feel all other materialistic things comes only after this. Money, status etc, etc, are all the things which he wants to get only after his true fulfilment- Women are attained.
I dedicate this post about Men to all the Men in my life: My father, My brothers, My friends, My future- husband and May be My future son :P
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Thursday, November 18, 2010
I created this blog on the eve of my birthday.. I still remember completing my first post and I received my first wish call from my Friend/Classmate Murugesh. The blog has been my friend, companion, lover,guide and everything I loved sometimes..
Pouring my heart out, my anger, my love, my happiness, my sorrow, my perception, my life. It was always about me. My space with which I lived. I made lots of new friends, old friends became closer who dint even know I could write, Some friends left. Some came back.. This blog has seen many of those.. Unspoken words, silent whispers, murmurs.. everything. I stopped by every time to see what the world around me thinks. I grew up and still have a lot more growing to do. I wish and tell my blog that always be with me no matter who leaves or stay.
People don't know you, for what good you have done, but for what mistake that happens in the past. All I can say is that I have moved on.. I don't take what you think or not think about me. After all, nobody is perfect.
Life around me says I am selfish... then I ask again, who isn't it?? Being here and Living at the moment is what I do. Doing this or that, good or bad, whatever... I am doing it with all my heart and I dont regret my past!! Accept all mistakes and learn from it. Let me be me. So Life is beautiful as I see it.
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Such thoughts might be crossing over our minds from a very long time and probably we have all successfully failed to answer that question. We have to understand that, not all questions come with a straight-forward answer and this is one such.
Well the question is pretty simple, "Do we desire for what we deserve or does the desire deserve all our pain and efforts?"
We long for something or someone, their love, care and affection. Sometimes we get what we want and most of the times we are unsuccessful. We must have observed two young people who are in love, at the beginning whispering with full concentration and a complete eye-contact but after a while the spark fades off, whispering turns into yelling, no eye contact, concentration diverts and leaves both of them with discomfort, thoughts of quitting crosses over the mind, dilemma and loneliness. They break-up not with each other but also with all other relationships. Should it supposed to be this way or is it us who have fashioned it to our convenience?
If a single relationship ends is there a need to cut off from all other relationships too? Shouldn’t we all pause and think for a minute that there is something else that exists beyond all this? Do we even make an effort to think that there are many things and people you care about and vice versa?
Nine out of ten times the answer would be a simple two-letter word "No". We let our emotions control our thoughts and we become paralyzed tending to forget everything, regretting about the past and complaining about the present.
Life always takes different diversions and quitting is not the solution. At such times, we should relax and let go off all the negative thoughts, emotions, start thinking with a clear conscience. Well, we know; "It is easier said than done", but there is nothing impossible.
Desire is a boon and a bane at the same time. There is a saying, "Desire is the root of all miseries" and another saying which contradicts the former" Desire is the key to motivation". Sounds strange, but it is true….. Strange, because it is contradicting, true, you need to desire to aim high and reach your goal. On the contemporary we have to answer the above mentioned questions before assigning the task to our brain and heart.
Had Adam and Eve not desired to eat the apple from "Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil" probably we did not have to fight so hard for our existence. Not just in the story, in reality we have many such serpents which insist us to an extent of losing control on our thoughts, blind-folding them just a little caution can prevent the damage.
Desire can always take us high if used properly else it would have the adverse effect on our life. It makes you abandon not only self but also influences the entire environment changing the atmosphere where you are. It leaves us in a state of confusion and makes us indecisive.
"Dreams to touch the sky are made at ground level" is one of the finest quotes I have come across, but, "Can we touch the sky????? Is it possible????? Imagination has no boundaries and this phrase must have taken birth to satisfy the "desire" of an author but there should always be a constant effort to get what we desire; on the contemporary we should be a little aware of the reality. We all know the famous proverb, "Man proposes god disposes. Few things are not uncontrollable and an effort done to hold it back will only cause more mishap to one’s life.
Human-being is a knot of several relationships. He/she would be delegated with different roles and responsibilities. End of one Relationship means not an end to all others and yourself.
"Life on earth might be expensive but we should never forget the part of getting a free trip around the sun, enjoy the jolly ride to your fullest".
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
"Dad, Can I have one more Ice Cream, pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee".
The look on the face of his five year old daughter enjoying her ice cream. Priceless.
Monday, July 12, 2010
Sitting all alone in her room,
Waiting for her prince to come through.
Left only with her agony,
She wonders to herself why me.
She's read all the stories of true love,
And looks to the stars up above.
Hoping to see a sign,
Wondering when it will be her time.
Will her prince ever come,
Or will she be left alone in the sun.
Maybe it's not made for her,
She's always left unsure.
She thinks about the day her prince will arrive,
Without his love she feels deprived.
Love comes to all but she,
Soon she wonders if it will ever be.
A prince is all she needs to be fine,
Instead of just trying to survive.
Happily ever after is what she needs,
With it she will be freed.
Monday, June 28, 2010
I loved this forwarded mail.. I had a good laugh when I was so tensed up with my work here. So I wanted to share the joy and laughter with you... Go on and read the whole thing.
Q : Does it ever get windy in India? I have never seen it rain on TV, how do the plants grow? (UK).
A: We import all plants fully grown and then just sit around watching them die.
Q : Will I be able to see elephants in the street? (USA)
A: Depends how much you've been drinking.
Q: I want to walk from Delhi to Goa - can I follow the railroad tracks? (Sweden)
A: Sure, it's only three thousand kms, take lots of water.
Q: Is it safe to run around in the bushes in India? (Sweden)
A: So it's true what they say about Swedes.
Q: Are there any ATMs India? Can you send me a list of them in Delhi, Chennai, Calcutta and Bangalore?(UK)
A: What did your last slave die of?
Q: Can you give me some information about hippo racing in India? (USA)
A: A-fri-ca is the big triangle shaped continent south of Europe. In-di-a is that big triangle in the middle of the Pacific & Indian Ocean which does not.. oh forget it. ...... Sure, the hippo racing is every Tuesday night in Goa. Come naked.
Q: Which direction is North in India? (USA)
A: Face south and then turn 180 degrees. Contact us when you get here and we'll send the rest of the directions.
Q: Can I bring cutlery into India? (UK)
A: Why? Just use your fingers like we do.
Q: Can you send me the Indiana Pacers matches’ schedule? (France)
A: Indiana is a state in the Unites States of...oh forget it. Sure, the Indiana Pacers matches are played every Tues day night in Goa , straight after the hippo races. Come naked.
A: You're a British politician, right?
Q: Are there supermarkets in Bangalore, and is milk available all year round? (Germany)
A: No, we are a peaceful civilization of vegan hunter/gatherers. Milk is illegal.
Q : Please send a list of all doctors in India who can dispense rattlesnake serum. (USA)
A: Rattlesnakes live in A-meri-ca which is where YOU come from. All Indian snakes are perfectly harmless, can be safely handled and make good pets.
Q: Do you have perfume in India? (France)
A: No, WE don't stink in India.
Q: I have developed a new product that is the fountain of youth. Can you tell me where I can sell it in India? (USA)
A: Anywhere significant numbers of Americans gather.
Q: Do you celebrate Christmas in India? (France)
A: Only at Christmas.
Q: Will I be able to speak English most places I go? (USA)
A: Yes, but you will have to learn it first
A: As long as you are not blind, you can see it anytime day and night.
Q: Do you have Toilet paper? (USA)
A: No, we use sand paper. (We have different grades)
Friday, June 18, 2010
2. Kissed someone.
3. Smoked a cigarette. (10th standard holidays :D)
4. Got so drunk you passed out. (Passed out totally..; P, everyone tries, recently in Paris)
5. Rode every ride at an amusement park.
6. Collected something stupid.
8. Helped someone.
11. Lied to someone.
13. Smoked weed.
14. Failed a subject. (Of course duh?? Who wouldn’t have?)
18. Been to a funeral.
19. Burned yourself. (Many times!!)
23. Flown on an airplane.
24. Cheated on someone.
25. Been cheated on.
29. Cut yourself.
30. Had a best friend. (Still have one.. Love you pavitra)
31. Lost someone you loved.
33. Stolen a book from the library. (I dint do it literally, I just forgot to give it back).
35. Watched the Harry Potter movies.(Zillion times)
39. Been in a school play.
44. Written poetry.
45. Read more than 20 books a year. (Studying in IIPM did pay of atleast like this)
46. Gone to Europe. (LOVELY PLACE…)
48. Used a colouring book over age 12. (Still use it with my cuz pooja.)
49. Had a surgery.
51. Taken a Taxi. (Everyday now)
52. Had more than 5 IM conversations going on at once.
53. Been in a fist fight.
54. Suffered any form of abuse.
55. Had a pet. (a dog, Raja... but he died immediately after my grandpa passed away).
60. Had something pierced. (EARS :D)
61. Got straight A’s.
63. Taken pictures with a webcam.
64. Lost something expensive. (I am so forgetful.. Lose a lot)
Saturday, June 12, 2010
School re-opened. New class. 7th std. 13 years old. Something told me I was going to be different this year.
I was walking on the school cycle stand to leave my cycle, awaiting my cousin's first day in my school. He was joining the 8th std. My father had instructed me to help him out around the school for the first few days. I told myself," Why the hell should I wait for him? Isn't he bigger than me?" *SIGH*
Still waiting for him. Someone was peddling the cycle, to the stand and stopped right besides to me. Who is this boy? He is sooo cute. Tall, lean,well built Whats wrong with me? My hands are shivering. He looked at me with those beautiful eyes and smiled. Butterflies fluttering in my stomach atleast a thousand of them. (Still feel them sometimes). He said something which I do not remember till day. He smiled again and ran to the assembly hall. I melted then and there. Finally my cousin arrived. I did not want to move from that place yet school was just getting started.
Took my cousin to his class, after which I went to my class. Kept my bag in my class and ran down to the assembly hall. My eyes searched for his eyes, his smile. But he was nowhere to be seen. *SIGH*
The first four classes went in a jiffy. Too much work even on the first day of school. Went to check on my brother during my lunch hour. Of all the person, whom should I see when I entered that class, 8 B. HIM. He was standing with my brother and with a bunch of other guys. My brother saw me, called me in and introduced me to them. My brother said, his name was Prabhu. Yeah, The same Prabhu who was completely invisible to me all these years in the same school. Skipping my heartbeat, I asked him in thamizh," Neenga intha schoola evulo nalla irukinga?" ( How long have you been in this school). He said, " For the past two years. I have seen you many times with your classmates. Havent you seen me?" I replied, "NO." He was so embarrassed. " I am mostly in the school grounds.. Hardly come to class." Then it struck me, Prabhu was a champion in sports. He was the captain for the school basketball team. He played many sports and won many championship awards. Then I said, " Oh Prabhu, I am a big fan of yours. You play the best basketball I have ever known." He smiled again, " Thanks". I melted again.
My brother, " You better go before class starts." I stared at him with so much envy that he turned his face to me and left with Prabhu and gang.
I was the talk of the town by then.. First girl in class to have a crush on a senior. OKAY. I told a few girls in class. Then News spread like fire. Everybody in class wanted to know how it happened. I was already being teased with him.All this happened on the first day of school. Imagine, how I studied that year... ;P
School was over for the day, yet I did not want to go home. Waited near my cycle to see if Prabhu would come to take his cycle.
Still no Prabhu. I guess he would be in practice. My champion.
Prabhu came with the other guys. I was still near my cycle. He asked in thamizh," Innum nee vettuku pola?" ( Why haven't you gone home yet?) I said I was waiting for my brother and asked if he had seen him. Prabhu said," He had gone home already(which I knew, BTW). Okay, then I have to go. I will see you tomo. See ya..bye.."
Both of us, took our cycles together and peddled away to the gate. We went in the opposite direction. Yet my heart went behind him. I looked back to see whether he was still there, but he was gone already.
Reached home. Ate lunch. Still thinking about him. Smiling to myself. That was the first time, I wrote a boy's name in my diary with a heart next to it. I still have that piece of paper as a memory of my first CRUSH. Prabhu, was and will always remain in my heart forever as my first crush.
Later, we became good friends since he became my brother's best buddy but I never had the guts to tell my crush on him. But , I knew, that he knew that I liked him. He left school after two years.
I still think about him sometimes. I hope to tell him one day, that I had my first crush on him.
I thank BLOGADDA to make me walk through the memory lane again. Taking me back to my school days where life was always beautiful
You can visit my other post on Prabhu at this link
Thursday, June 10, 2010
When I shouldn't have
I loved you
When I never could have
You learned your lesson,
I learned mine
You should never love me
And I should never trust you
We both messed up
We both made mistakes
You made yours, I made mine
Now I wish I could rewind time
Take me back to before all this
Take me away from all the pain
Pull me away from our last kiss
And take me away from your sweet smile
Take away all your lies
I always thought you meant everything
Take away all these cries
And take away our final goodbyes
Yes, it could have been
Yes, we could have lasted
Forever was a possibly
But we both know how this turned out
You were my hero
I was your nothing
You gave me sorrow
That will forever last
Go move on
Go be happy
Leave me torn
Leave me sore
Flee from me
And I'll flee from you
Don't ever regret
What you're about to do
I still love you
With all my heart
Every day and every night,
All of this, right from the start.
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
evai anaithum sernthathu thamizh ezhuthu!
evarril thamizhukku perumai serpathu -- zhakara ezhutha?
unnai parri nan ezhuthum intha kirukkalana ezhuthu!
anbin adaiyalam amma endra munrezhuthu!
nam adaiyalam kathal endra munrezhuthu!
endrum undu pasam endra munrezhuthu!
arave illai kobam endra munrezhuthu!
endrum illai nan endra erandezhuthu!
endrum irupathu nam endra erandezhuthu!
nammul athigam iruapthu oodal endra munrezhuthu!
nam enainthirunthal vettri endra munrezhuthu!
ivai anaithum thantha iraivanukku nanri endra munrezhuthu!
pengalukku pidithathu abarna nagai!
anaal enakko un kalangamarra punnagai!
un kangalinal ennai parkach seithai!
punnagaiyal ennai mayangach seithai!
kaigalal ennai nerungach seithai!
katti thazhuvi ennai nanach seithai!
pin kenjach seithai!
alavarra anbinal en mathi mayangach seithai!
ithanaiyum seithai, sila nerangalil thaai!
enakku thaayagavum marivittai!
Monday, May 10, 2010
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
I can’t think of my world without you!
No more kiss good-night,
No more dad to hold me tight.
No more hugs to calm my fears,
No more hands to wipe my tears!
No more tucking in at night.
But I know I will see you once again
And then you will hold me tight,
When we are together again.
l want to be selfish and share
But what I want just isn’t fair.
Dad, I am living of dull life
Without you here by my side,
Mama, as long as I live
Not a moment will go by
When I don’t wish you were with me.
Daddy I love you, I really do,
Mama I love you, I really do,
Daddy I know you have to leave me
But I told you I don't want to go,
Why did you let me be alone,
Let me go.
I show no fear in my eyes and face
But I am scared without you besides me,
I don't want to cry when I'm talking to you,
But I cry when I'm alone.
Dad and Mama,
Just remember I will always love you.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
I am entering into the blogging world after 4 weeks of hectic and fun trip to Paris. This is a second guest post of my blog. It was written by siva who is a doctor and has a vivid sense of humor. Siva, has become a close companion in a very short period of time due to the fact that I enjoy his blah blah.. i.e Writing. He had FINALLY completed his MBBS and now doing his intern. I love what he writes and this story is something I hope you will all like. Siva writes @ My Experience with me
He n Anamika got married recently n as usual they loved each other
for a brief period before marriage..
He s a civil Eng in a leading construction company n she a
program writer with rich father .She was unique - this unique doesnt
mean what all gals use in social networking sites profile in "about me" ..
she was really unique , bcos she
had BPD [ Bipolar disorder] (a form of psychiatric illness ppl with this ,
go to their extremes of mood either happy or sad ,btw they r normal ,
u cant easily diagnose them as most persons reading this blog r like that!! ) ..
And she was diagnosed early when she got her first depression n maniac
episodes after mother's death n
doctors assured her its very mild n she can lead a normal life with her drugs.
They were true she was quite normal after that n only once she got the
maniac form of elated mood thats when he proposed her ..
Like any other lover during love with a rich man's daughter
he dint mind about her illness n told her u r normal, only these docs r
confusing u to get few bucks from u .. she felt happy for him .
CHAPTER - I
He was starting his car from construction site to pick her from
office , he hated his job with dust n noise .. but she loved her office with all
forms of luxury n pleasant room spray ..
He : Hi ! good evening ..
She: gud evening.. u smell like a sheep :)
He : oh.. n u smell like n whore ..;)
she : ya.. i;m a whore to one man ..
He tries to give a instant hug but she resists with a smile n enters kitchen
.. it happens everytime n he curses himself " y these gals change after a yr
of marriage n becomes more professional even in bed "
Their conversation was mostly around their respective firms development n
movement of shares in stock exchange .. neither of them was looking into eyes,
during love when they had dinner the room fills with laughter n they had smiles
before each spoon of food n both used to compliment each other.. everything
has changed after marriage..
After taking her tablet she checks the prescription for review date with the
doctor n files it back.. He always get irritated with her mr.perfect behavior of
filing things n even scold without knowing its going to save his life.. Like other
routine things making love also happens ,just happens within a time to make
two maggi noodles ..
though neither of them get satisfied they were too egoistical to mention it or
ask more.. Next day
Sun comes out n their routine continues as schedule ..
CHAPTER - II
one day she has to return home earlier... when she comes home n opens
bedroom door , she sees everything normal in the room .. her husband , two
pillows, teddy bear , a water Jug Except an extra 5' 7" feet
creature curling along with her husband in bed .
CHAPTER - III
She made a call to her father ... then she died .
Autopsy Report : suicide , cause of death - opening up veins in bath tub.
CHAPTER - IV
Her father "U killed her, bloody basterd, i dint like u from the start "
He "U r getting too hysterical ,what happened s an unfortunate event n
am feeling sad for u n ur daughter , but dont blame me, i think its bcos of
her condition ..."
Her father "Shut up !! all these days u dint mind about that (BPD) n argued
that she s normal , now to save ur skin u r playing ur cards"
He "Dont use strong words sir .. i find no fault in me, ok let me be open
with u .. i agree i loved her, but i was never satisfied with
her n found soon after marriage that
she can never satisfy me , but i never want to leave her for that reason n so
i found my own way of satisfying myself ..its very normal..think sir.. when u dont
like or bored with homemade food dont u go to hotel or get a parcel of hotel
food to home ..which s precisely what i did :) "
Her Father "I ve never seen such a smooth talking basterd like u in my life ,
i'm going to court of law "
He "ofcourse sir.."
CHAPTER - V
The court was centered around an as usual unenthusiastic n grumpy judge
with no ears for emotions ..
Her Father - This man pushed her to end her life..this must
not be taken as suicide , its a homicide ..
JUDGE - [ after verifying the neatly aligned her prescription files from first visit
of doctor ] was she a known psychiatric patient ?
Her Father - Its irrelevant to case sir ..this man's adultery caused my
daughter's Life ..
JUDGE - was she under treatment for BPD ?
Her Father - Lord ..but this man pushed her to ..
- was she a patient with bipolardisorder ,under
treatment n do u agree these prescription in files belongs
to her n do u know her psychiatric illness before ..? say yes or no!!
Her Father - YES !!
JUDGE - Case dismissed .
* THE END *
Q1- Do u agree with the judgment?
Q2- Do u think He is innocent ?
Q3- Do u believe her cause of death s due to her BPD alone ?
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Long time ago when God created first man, he knew nothing… he learned roaring from the lion,
he learned hunting from the tiger, he learned puffing his chest from the gorillas… God watched in pride his accomplishment and was fairly pleased with his creation… created the first woman who came inbuilt with all the powers, the man took ages to master. So the next time the man decided to roar…well…
So like now Raji asked me to open those things which men have been trying to trying to speak up for like…ages, with not sound effect.
Now as a personal note, remember its not me, it the whole male population, don't blame the messenger, blame the message. Ok, still want to kill me? I am going down bury myself in sand and hide.
Now take a deep breath and read the list until I run away from here.
1. No, I will not meet your sister's husband's sister-in-law's husband's sister over lunch. (or any other relative for that matter, and I won't keep a track of what exactly is their relation with you or me)
2. No, I am NOT upset with you. NOR, am I NOT in love with you. India just lost the match last evening and I do not want to talk about it… like ever. (This is true)
3. I am drinking to forget the last match which India lost. (Don't ask me again)
4. I cannot remember the birthdays of your family and friends, no and I do NOT remember the day we met, NOR am I interested in celebrating our Weekiversary (what the hell does it mean btw?), monthliversary (ok, seriously!!!!)
5. For God sake, the rear wear mirror of your car is NOT supposed to be used to check if your hair, lipstick, makeup and traffic red-light is definitely NOT a place to do it. (And no I am not honking my horn for last minute because you are pretty, drive on)
6. No, you do not look fat in this dress, you look fat in ALL your clothes. (Fatness is irrespective of the clothes)
7. No, I was NOT looking at you, I AM looking at the chocolate in your hand. (Ok, this is an excuse, I was looking at you, but
its not eve teasing, you are pretty and you know it…bhaav mat kha and yes I want that chocolate, I am hungry)
8. No, it is not cute, that I carry your BAGS all the way across mall, while you PRAISE I am so sweet. (And it is also not cute that you talk to your friends how I carry your bag, while I am still there)
9. No, your Scooty is NOT a good place to sit in the middle of the road, chatting with a friend, who is sitting on her scooty, about your college days during rush hour. (and middle of the street does not sound good meeting place either)
10. I cannot read your mind, please speak. (I am a normal human being)
A note, I am simply a messenger, don't blame me. I did not say the things, I said above.
Disclaimer: The whole thing is written in good faith and in only meant for fun. It has no relationship with any person, group of persons or totally anyone.
Monday, March 1, 2010
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Monday, February 15, 2010
She woke up in a white room, on a white bed. Artificial light swallowing her up from the fluorescent lights above. Blinking a few times, she sits up, her pale skinned arms holding the bed on each side of her. And then, she hears him, and remembers where she is and why.
"Good morning, sleepy head. Did you have a nice sleep?"
"Come on now, Neha. We go through this every day. Haven't you learned already?"
He laughs. That sick, evil laugh echoes through her head. She hates it, hates him. Wants him to leave her alone but he won't. The pills.. They don't work. The doctor and nurses say they will but she knows for a fact that he'll never disappear. They don't hear him, so how could they know!
"Leave me alone. Please!"
She falls off the bed, and crawls to the corner of the room. The room is completely lit, it's not possible for any shadows to be there because of this right? Then why.. why is there a shadow standing right in front of her, with a big disgusting grin on it's face?
"Let's play a game, little Neha."
"No.. I don't want to play with you. I just want you to go away."
"Tsk tsk. You know I can't do that. I was born for you, so how could I ever leave you?"
Holding her hands over her ears, she shuts her eyes tightly. But she can still hear him. Hear the malice dripping off his every word.
"I won't leave you Neha. And you can never escape me."
She lets out a scream and runs to the door. It opens with ease. She notices that no one has even come to see what the scream was about. Even as she's running down the corridor, panting and crying, no one is giving the littlest glance.
"And I thought you said you didn't want to play."
"No. Don't follow me, leave me alone!"
She finds a door that leads to the stairs. Quickly opening it, she runs down stairs and stairs until she reaches a door with a sign on it saying, 'Ground Floor'.
"Someone, help me please!"
She stands in the middle of the lobby, trying to catch her breath. There are many people around, doctors, nurses, patients, and even visitors. No one looks at her.
"Why.. why won't they look at me? Are they ignoring me?"
"Ahah, silly babe. They aren't ignoring you. They simply can't see nor hear you."
"W-What do you mean?"
"You are as I am. Nonexistent to the outside world."
Her body starts to shake, and without a warning, she hits the floor screaming. Blood starts to gush from her wrists and throat. No... it isn't blood. It's thick and black... and smells of death.
"Wha- What's happening to me?!"
"You are dead. Don't you remember? I kept telling you, you can't escape from me. Even death cannot save you from what's a part of you. And I, Arun, live in your conscious, and have always been a part of you."
Before her eyes, it's like a movie playing. She sees herself, in her little white room, nothing but a window and mirror on the walls. She can hear herself talking, can hear him as well.
"If you won't leave me alone, I'll make you!"
"Now now, that won't do at all. I'll follow you, Neha. I will follow you anywhere and everywhere. No matter how hard you wish for me to go away, no matter how many pills you swallow, I'll always be here."
She watches the memory where she breaks the mirror. As the glass slides across her wrists deeply, and then finally across her own throat. She shudders as his wicked laugh echos through the empty room. The life flows from her veins, and his shadowed body laps the blood from her neck.
"You'll never be rid of me, Neha. Never."
Then in a flash, it's all gone. Her eyes open and she's in her bed again, not a single recollection of what happened just seconds ago. She sits up in her bed, both hands on either side of her...
"Good morning, sleepy head. Did you have a nice sleep?"
Another day of an endless hell begins, a never ending loop of death. A punishment for taking the life God gave her, or maybe just a way for the voice to prove that she can never rid herself of him.
Friday, February 12, 2010
I still miss you every second of my life.
I always wanted to hold your hand when i walked on the street.
I still remember the day you came into my LIFE and turned my life into a "PARADISE".
THE day i met you gave me the reason to smile.
When i needed you the most,you left me.
The Love of yours has touched me "ONE TIME" & will last for "LIFETIME".
I let you go..Because I have realized that......,
YOU know WHY??????
**ME & MY LOVE**