Saturday, December 17, 2011

Last Kiss...


It had just started to rain when he stopped his car outside her house. She hesitated to get out of the car as she didn't want to get wet. He watched her hair as she watched the drops of rain fall down the window. Their evening coffee date was over and she was trying to leave him.. again..

He hadn't seen her since they broke up. Three weeks and two days had passed.. But to him, they were "twenty three" days of different life.. She turned back at him and smiled.. They both smiled.

"Thanks for the coffee dear!" She said. Her eyes studied his face. Reading every emotion he tried to hide. He didn't want to say.. But he did..

"I still love you!"

Her eyes fell. She played with a button on her jacket. He watched her fingers; afraid to see the look on her face.

"I know you do!" She said "things are just.. better this way.."

He nodded.. Still watching her hand. She stopped playing with the button and put her fingers under his chin to raise his head. His heartbeat stopped when their eyes met. Her face was close to his. He was not sure who moved first.. But he didn't close his eyes until their lips came together.

The sound of rain faded and only thing he knew was the feeling of her lips against his. The same lips he had kissed a thousand times before, but this was something special. But it was over.

She opened the door and stepped into rain without a word.

It was their last kiss.

Sunday, September 4, 2011

Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara....


They say sometimes you have to be lost to find your way. I have stayed away from this place for a while now. And it has allowed me to look at *Panorama* from a distance, and I realized that in the thirst for being appreciated, I stopped doing on this site what I loved most - writing for the sake of writing itself. Writing became more a means to massage my ego than being happy. So in true spirit of the change, I am going to base this article on a completely unpretentious topic - a movie review!

'Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara' by Zoya Akhtar was a rather surprise delight. For the first time in a long while, I left the theatre feeling happy and light. Comedy films entertain you for a bit, but the laughter dies down later on. Drama films, when good, get you to think about serious issues, but the strain is unsustainable for long periods of time - and you soon tend to put it out of your mind and move on. But this film is different. More than laugh, it makes you smile. And by the end just delivers a simple message - as if saying - "Hey You!, Smile you idiot ( or sometimes - jerk! ) - you are alive and breathing, be happy for that" And truly celebrates the act of simply being alive. The jokes are practical and down to earth. The kind of fun you can encounter in real life when you are hanging out with friends. (There are many situations where we find that the jokes which we crack are much better than these.. but lets assume that they have a different style than ours.. )

The story is actually a snapshot of 3 lives for a week. Of three close friends meeting for a vacation. All of them are in some way occupied by their problems and baggages. But by the end of it, they realize that sometimes letting go is the best thing you can do to help yourself. The message is nuanced and I am not sure how well it might be received in main stream Indian audience. But the film is technically sound and should do very well none the less. (okay, i know you all know the theme.. but wanted to revise it.. ! :) )

The direction is simple, sometimes too simple but the photography is breath taking. The film aptly shows the coming of age for Bollywood and in some sense India itself. It has a global presence and theme to it. The shooting is on par with the best of the film industry. Larger than life when needed, it is still grounded enough to actually move you when intended. The music is exhilarating, fresh and alive in every beat. Guitar is to Spanish music what tabla is to Indian. And in this film, the songs are mostly guitar based. This gives them a simplicity and freshness that is the exact opposite of the audio palette of a semi-classical Indian song. The lyrics are beautiful and Javed Akhtar's poetry is sublime. I loved the cast, its youthful, uncomplicated and multinational. The kind of global citizens modern Indian youth would aspire to be. Hritik Roshan is subdued but ever present, he is too much of a star to be just a mere part of the story, Abhay Deol is pleasant and grows on you. But the real surprise is Farhan Akhtar - this is an actor who plays well within his own limits, and his rendition of the comedy is the most natural I have encountered on screen in a while. Katrina Kaif does her part well. It is impossible to ignore her when she is in the frame. And in some instances, you really do forget to follow the dialogues, the scenery and be simply in awe of how gorgeous she can be. (I can be biased.. ;) )

The location of Spain has clearly paid off. And for the song of "Senorita" - which is partly spanish, adds beautiful authenticity to the play. You have to give it up for the music director's guts to let a song be in a foreign language - and trust it entirely to the rhythm for the audience to love it. The Senorita song demonstrates aptly the sensuality and pleasure that is inherent in Spain and its singers. It is a remarkable contrast to the Indian culture. Where often times, in favor of seeking spirituality, pleasure is looked down upon. The Spanish culture on the other hand celebrates pleasures and the people for wanting it. These are a people who are not afraid to ask for extra helpings of ice cream, a more toungy kiss, an extra night with a lover and have a society that won't fault them for wanting it. It makes their poetry extremely sensual and its honest expression, endearingly human.

It complements the film beautifully in its message for asking people to celebrate life. Well - whats new about that ? True, we have heard these cliches for so long, we probably just tune them out by now. But there is something to it. A few years ago I became friends with a person who was genuinely happy. Not that there weren't any problems or sadness - but for the most part, this person was - happy. It got me thinking and I discovered the secret of happy people - they are truly able to live every moment. I know, I know ... what does that even mean - are we to stop our car every time we see a sunset or what .. Imagine that you are having a dinner party and are cooking for your friends. To indulge yourself, you are having a small cup of ice cream while cooking. And while chopping your veggies, you accidentally cut your finger. Most people will completely focus on the finger and the pain, its overwhelming and begs attention. The happy people I have found - can not only attend to the cut, but also savor the ice cream they were having in the first place. The thing is life seldom serves you ice creams on a plate with no distractions. And most of us when we think of happiness, want that unadulterated, undiluted and undisturbed experience of happiness. The trick is to savor a happy moment regardless of where it occurs. So if you enjoy rain, enjoy rain even when its because you have a flat tire and you are forced to stand on the road. And the people we find are most happy - are the people who are better at this. They don't lie to themselves or ignore their problems, but they don't trash the good things thoughtlessly either. And there lies the message of the film, so go out and see it and enjoy it. Go for a run, an evening walk, sit by the sea or like in my case, just get over yourself and write! Yes the Mantall the Bouys.. Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara...

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Stupid...


You know how we say, 'It is too good to be true?' How when something so wonderful happens that we can't help but thank our stars and feel so overwhelmed that we have to utter with joy: Oh, you are too good to be true!

But do you know what the actual, original phrase is? It's, "If it's too good to be true, then it probably is." I don't know why we take out the last half of the quote. We choose to focus on the half truth and not face the reality.
Like she did.
Perhaps, she didn't get the memo - she didn't realize that when someone is too good to be true, he probably isn't. she is a stupid girl who believed it when he said he loved her. She was the stupid girl who didn't see the heinousness behind those cute eyes she adored. She gave in, she fell hard, and was trapped in his spell that she couldn't look beyond him. She couldn't see what he was doing to her. She couldn't decipher his plan. She couldn't see how he would use the doll that she was and then throw her out in search of another prettier one. Perhaps because he liked blond dolls and she is dark haired. Perhaps because it was all a game for him - her emotions, her life, was nothing but a game to boast in front of others. Perhaps he thought that somehow he would be more of a man if he could conquer her. Perhaps because he always thought she was stupid while telling her how smart he was. Perhaps, because she really is stupid.

If it is too good to be true, dear readers, it really is. Always, always remember that.

Sunday, July 3, 2011

a night.. with you...


There were few times - very few - when he held her in the darkness after she woke up from a nightmare. But when he did, it wasn't as if the fear would leave her. It never made the darkness go away either. Her demons were still out there. The nightmares were still walking..
When he held her, she did not feel safe, but she felt better. "It's all right," he'd whisper in her ear. "I'm here with you. I love you," and then he'd go on to lie: "I'll never leave you."

Then, just for a moment or two, the darkness didn't seem so bad.

a night to remember
like a prayer that has no answer
a night so romantic
a night that makes me sick

A night full of love
a night full of butterfly
a night full of caress
a night full of kiss
a night of bliss

a night for indulgence
a intimate and an awesome ambiance
a night of touch
a night to remember...
A night with you.

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

२ कप्पे...


म्हणतात नं..
हृदयाचे २ कप्पे असतात..
एक.. रक्त पुरवठा वगैरे कामं करण्यासाठी...
आणि दुसरा.. प्रेम करण्यासाठी..
..
एक.. कधी रडण्यासाठी..
आणि दुसरा.. कधी प्रेमाचा सुगंध पसरवण्यासाठी..
..
एक.. आकाशाएवढा विशाल..
दुसरा.. धरणीसारखा.. शांत.. शीतल.. कणखर..
..
एक.. गारवा देणारा..
दुसरा.. प्रेमाची उब देणारा..
..
एक.. अज्ञात हळूवार लाट..
दुसरा.. मऊशार वाळूचा काठ..
..
एक.. सुरेख बांधणीचं पुस्तक..
दुसरा.. एक हवंहवंसं मृगजळ...
..
एक.. टवटवीत फुलांचा ताटवा..
दुसरा.. एक चमचमता काजवा..
..
एक.. जुनी न भरलेली जखम...
दुसरा.. नुकताच झालेला एक घाव..
..

या जखमांना हात नसतो लावायचा..
खपली पडायची भीती असते...
पण हो..
जिच्याकडे माझं हृदय आहे,
तिच्याकडेच आहे सगळं..
स्वप्नं.. इच्छा.. आकांक्षा.. आशा..
आणि आमच्या सुखाच्या दालनाच्या किल्ल्या..
कायमच्या..



love you!

-omi

Monday, June 20, 2011

ती.. एक राजकन्या...


एक सुंदर रात्र... चंद्राळलेली..
तेव्हा दिसली ती..

ती.. एक राजकन्या...
हसतमुख.. चेहेऱ्यावर तेज..
पाहताक्षणीच आवडली..
डोळ्यातून अलगद काळजात उतरली..
पापण्यांच्या दारातून.. हलकेच..
देवाकडे एकच मागणं..
ती मला मिळू दे..
आणि तिचीही हीच इच्छा असू दे..

ती.. एक राजकन्या...
वातावरण भारून जातं तिच्या येण्यानी..
मातीचा सुगंध दरवळतो..
आभाळ निळाशार होतं..
आसमंत जादुई गुलाबी होतं...
खात्री आहे मला..
मी अशी व्यक्ती कधी बघितली नव्हती..

पुन्हा तीच इच्छा..
ती मला मिळू दे..
आणि तिचीही हीच इच्छा असू दे..

स्वप्नांचं एक घर बांधू..
आणि त्याच्या भिंती आपल्या प्रेमानीच रंगवू..
दिवस असतील प्रेमाचे..
रात्री असतील दवबिंदूसारख्या सुंदर..

असं खुलेल प्रेम जसा की एक चंद्र..
ताऱ्यांच्या मांदियाळीतला..

एकच मागणं..
मला ती मिळू दे..
आणि तिचीही हीच इच्छा असू दे..



love you dear.. a lot..


-omi

Friday, June 10, 2011

change.. it happens...


Every time you leave someone behind or they decide to quit on you, things don't remain the same. There's always a change - sometimes a major change or sometimes just a minor one which you brush off.
Whether you miss these people from your life or not, they change you in a certain way and then they come back to you in pieces, years after they are gone.
Some come in dreams, others come in places, a few in songs here and there, and many on occasions and festivals.

Here is the interesting thing about life:
It kicks you down, in fact it kicks you while you are down. It brutally bashes you and breaks your bones - one at a time - so that you do not miss out on the pain. Life is not a disaster, it is a slow torture. But just when you think that you cannot go on any longer, and life is convinced that you have given up, it brings you flowers and tend to your wounds and helps you get up on your feet only to knock you down some other time. At the end of it all, it is such a humbling experience.

and I love my life.. it teaches us to get up and fight! \m/ :)



-omi

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

just.. a random thought...



Living in the city has its own charms. You get to see so many interesting aspects of life, and you don't even have to go out of the way to witness it. You just have to pay attention. Every day people have different expressions on their faces. Every day, they are having a day that's different from all the others, and so are you. Some days you just want to kill yourself while others make you feel alive like you have never been before. Every evening when you get out of work with so many others, you can tell how many people walking with you have a home to go to and how many don’t, and if you look closely you can tell which ones had a good day and who had a terrible one.

And on some footpaths nearby a garden, you see the most interesting things - especially in the mornings. Sometimes you hear them - like when someone is snoring, or when they are having a romantic conversation on the phone and they are trying to be discreet about it, Or when two friends are sitting together chit-chatting about meaningless stuff.

But my favorite has always been this one person - a man or a woman - on the bus in the mornings lost in their own little world. They smile to themselves from time to time. They look out the window, smile again a little, feel some fresh air, and will look around to see if anyone noticed. They are looking around, sometimes they stare right at me, but they don’t see me because they are actually not here. They are where they were the night before. Their puffy eyes show that they did not get enough sleep but that doesn't seem to bother them as much and the subtle smile on their faces will tell you that they will do it all over again if they had a chance - that sleep deprivation is the least of their worries. The light in their puffy eyes is so incredible as if the world looks so different to them, as if it is all new and they have a hard time believing it.

For months, I have been observing that. There is always this person in the bus I find in the mornings.
I smile and wonder about their yesterdays.

This morning, that person in the bus, was me.

Thursday, June 2, 2011

Happy Monsoon.... :)


The soft showers, the cold breeze and the tingling music of the droplets coupled with the enchanting chirp of the birds would want nothing but your lover beside you. The picturesque event on a date with your love can be made more romantic and cherished for life. Here are some romantic tips for several monsoon dates.

Long Drive On the Bike:
before you hit the rainy streets, wrap yourself with raincoats, if you don't want to sneeze for a whole week. However if you think, it's just unromantic idea to zoom with raincoats then leave it at home.. but, make sure to warm yourself as soon as you return from the romantic trip. While speeding far away from the city, stop at places with a picturesque scenery to exchange a warm kiss or just to splash rain water. The warmest thing to do would be to recite some romantic lines in your lover's arm or to sing some sizzling number together to enhance the love flame.

Long Drive In the Car:
The rain drops may be just barred to reach you, but not the warmth of love. Buzz the empty streets with a soft music on the background to lighten the whole event. Park the car on a scenic area, while the rain still drizzles on your roof... and you know what to do next. ;) The experience of a long drive is still warmer when you are out in the rain early in the morning.

Candlelight dinner in Balcony:
Candle light dinner in the balcony with add-ons like soft music and wine is just apt to hype the romance back in life. As the world gets drenched in water and snuggles inside the blanket fearing the great thunder and lightning, you swift to the warm banquet of just two to add spice to your love story. Let the dinner be a surprise to your partner. Send a cozy invitation with a flower bouquet.
for gals:
Dress yourself with a theme based line, or just be there with sexy outwear and dress the whole arena with magical fragrance.
for guys:
Pick your love from office and splurge on a party with an addition slow dancing evening and let the soft showers do the musical.

A silent walk on the watered street:
Try this, go for a walk, sharing a single umbrella. The base rule for the evening walk is none of you will speak a word, until you return back to shelter. Experience thousands of innocent love expressions that will go bang! with a great spice up energy.

Gobble spicy food on the street:
Steaming street food that may vary form hot chats to anything that may bring warmth to the chilled evening often leads to friendly, playful bonding.

Play an outdoor game on the Terrace!!:
Play an outdoor game in the rain like football or basketball. If that game seems to be an alien sports then go for any sports that will have both of you glued together till the game ends. Rediscover your childhood with a gala teaming spirit.

Watch them drop down from heaven:
If the above seems to be too adventurous then just follow the golden rule. Snuggle indoor during a thunderstorm. Grab a hot chocolate or any spicy meal and get settle down in front of the window or balcony, to watch the little droplets drop down from heaven. Spend time cuddling each other in a single warm shawl as the soft music plays at the background. Make sure to keep all the interruptions like phone calls at bay.

So as the clouds darken with a message of love shower today make sure to follow these tips to spice up love relationships. Happy monsoon dating!!!

I just wish to tell her:

While speeding far away from the city, lets stop at places with picturesque scenery to exchange a warm kiss...



PS : Vote of Thanks : Kerala Tourism Department : for a wonderful click! :)

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

यादें.. ( II )


चेहरा मेरा था.. निगाहें उसकी..
ख़ामोशी में भी.. वो बातें उसकी..

मेरे चेहरे पे ग़ज़ल लिखती गईं..
शेर कहती हुई ऑंखें उसकी..

शोख लम्हों का पता देने लगीं..
तेज़ होती हुई सांसें उसकी...

ऐसे मौसम भी गुज़रे हम ने..
सुबहें जब अपनी थीं.. शामें उसकी ...

फैसला मौज-ए-हवा ने लिखा..
आंधियां मेरी.. बहारें उसकी..

नींद इस सोच से टूटी अक्सर..
किस तरह कटती हैं रातें उसकी..

दूर रह कर भी सदा रहती है...
मुझको थामे हुई बाहें उसकी..


PS : all words are not mine.. found a sher ( the first two lines ) somewhere while surfing on the internet. I do not know the shaayar of that sher also.
just thought to share the sher with you all. :)
thank you!

शब्बा खैर..

Thursday, May 26, 2011

when it rained...


Remember the day we met..?
Forever?
You had the rain in your hair..
You Held the musky wind..
in your scent..
...
When our lips did meet,
I could taste ,the husky sting...
of a woman unloved.
...
That was also the day
I came to know
What was it for the Earth
To feel the drench..

Monday, May 23, 2011

Long Distance Relationship...

As you’re all probably aware, In a long distance relationship (LDR); It’s at about this point when I hear a rousing chorus of “WHY?!” from those who are reading.
Well, it’s something I’ve been asking myself and something everyone who is apart from their significant other should ask themselves. But let’s backtrack to how it all begun. It can be summed up in one word. Cliché. Need I say more? It just clicked. Anyway things happened quickly, you tend to speed things up when you’re dealing with a lack of time. One minute we were saying that it was just a fling and we should say goodbye, next moment we were checking out the best calling plan because we’d decided we wanted to see what would happen.
Basically, we didn’t want it to end. But we knew we’d have to do the distance thing.
We didn’t plan anything, we just figured it out as we went along. For those who have been in this situation, you know what I mean when I say it’s hard.
It’s really hard.
Sometime the phone just doesn’t connect, some days all you want is a hug from your partner and you can’t have it. They say that communication is the basis of any good relationship, well in a LDR ( read : Long Distance Relationship ) it is a necessity. Without that, you can have nothing. You need to be honest and open, and for someone who isn’t great at expressing, it’s a challenge. If anyone had any trust issues when they started this, they all had to go. Of course you have to feel strongly about the person you’re in a LDR with but without trust then you shouldn’t bother. You will never know who they’re out with or what they’re doing, even for the most self-assured person it would be tough.
Trust and honesty, both necessary, but two of the hardest things to have. Strangely enough, the hardest thing for me to have to deal with has been the reaction from other people. I’m sure they don’t mean to be anything less than supportive but when you’re constantly being told that it’ll be hard and that it’ll never last, it makes everything a little more difficult.
I already know that it’s hard, it’s one that’s involved but it’s not something one have gone into lightly. Everyone has an opinion when it comes to this and everyone thinks their answer is the right one. What I’ve discovered is that we have had to figure out what’s right for us, without listening to everybody else’s doubt. For me, what it comes down to is that I’ve met someone who can deal with my interesting ways. She just happend to live in some other place. All relationships have issues that need to be dealt to and this is ours. We did the phone and email, our phone bills were huge but the way I see it is, if she was here we’d be going out a lot so we’re probably saving money. We talked so often that we probably knew each other better than a lot of other couples who have been together for the same amount of time. The best thing was that she was coming back. It was important for me to know that there was more to her decision than just us, I can’t be the only reason for her turning her life upside down. She is already got a great group of friends here, so when she does get back, things can be normal. I never thought I’d want a normal, everyday relationship and that’s the beauty of distance. You can find out what you both want, you’ve got time to get to know each other without all the other crap that comes with the beginning part of a relationship. The distance has made me appreciate what we have so when she came, I knew I won’t take it for granted..

दूरियाँ भी है जरुरी....


i really miss u dear.... badly...

Saturday, May 21, 2011

Compatibility


People in this world are not like a piece of glass that you can look though see the other side.
People are more like diamonds, which when held against light reflect and deflect light so that a myriad of colors are seen.
Lets agree on a point.. We’re complex.

People have a lots of interests and what interests me may or may not interest you.
Even though interests are numerous, you are bound to find a lot of people who share your interests.

So, what are your interests? That is something for you to think about.

You might have to do some serious thinking before you level down your preferences. There might be a lot of things that you enjoy doing but you rarely get a chance to do.

Once you have decided on what your interests are then half the story is done. For the other part of the story, you need to sit and think about what you would like in another person. Having the same interests doesn’t necessarily mean that you can get along with a person.

For example, if you are a person who likes to talk a lot, it doesn’t mean that you could like another person who likes to talk a lot as well. If two people try to keep talking at the same time then obviously, there cannot be any dialogue.

So also, if you are the silent reserved type and the other person is too, the there will hardly be any dialogue at all! The word over here is “compatible.”
The interests of partners should complement each other and not clash.

So, sit down right now and do some thinking.
Start to get a picture of exactly what you are looking for before you ever start trying to find someone online.

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

कधीच....


या चंद्राबरोबर इतकाही बोलत नव्हतो मी..
कधीच...
रात्रही होतच होती की रोज... पण इतकीही सुंदर नव्हती..
कधीच..

तुझ्या आठवणीत ती रात्रही भेटली होती.. कालच..
रात्र तीच होती..
पण ती भेट सुद्धा आपल्या भेटीसारखी "भेट" नव्हती...
कधीच..

हम्म... त्या भेटीत सुद्धा ती "उदासी" होती म्हणा..
चंद्र तारे सुद्धा तसेच होते..
पण त्यांच्याशी बोलणं आपल्या गप्पांसारखं नव्हतं..
कधीच...

तुझ्या प्रेमानी क्षणात जग बदलून गेल्यासारखं वाटतंय..
मला जाणवतंय...
मी असा नव्हतो..
कधीच....

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

अजनबी...


चलो, एक बार फिरसे अजनबी बन जाए हम दोनों..
ना मैं तुमसे कोई उम्मीद रखूँ.. दिल नवाजी की..
ना तुम मेरी तरफ देखो.. गलत अंदाज़ नजरोंसे..
ना मेरे दिल की धड़कन लडखडाये मेरी बातों से..
ना ज़ाहिर हो.. तुम्हारी कश्मकश का ऱाज नजरों से..
तुम्हे जो कोई अंजुमन रोकती है पेश कदमी से..
मुझे भी लोग कहते हैं के यह जलवे पराएँ हैं..
मेरे हमराह भी रुसवायें हैं मेरे माजी के,
तुम्हारे साथ भी गुज़री हुई रातों के सायें हैं .
तारीफ़ रोग हो जाए तो उसका भूलना बेहतर ,
ताल्लुक बोझ बन जाए तो उसका तोडना अच्छा...
वोह अफसाना जिससे अंजाम तक लाना ना हो मुमकिन ,
उससे एक खूबसूरत मोड़ दे कर छोड़ना अच्छा
चलो, एक बार फिरसे अजनबी बन जाए हम दोनों..

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

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असा क्षण प्रत्येकाच्या आयुष्यात येतो.. तिथे सगळी नाती संपतात.. विरून जातात.. तिथे फक्त आपण असतो.. आणि तो.. वरचा.. कोणी आई नाही.. कोणी वडील नाही.. कोणी भाऊ नाही.. कोणी बहीण नाही... कोणी मित्रही नाही..
आणि तिथेच जाणवतं आपल्याला.. आपल्या पायाखाली ना जमीन आहे... ना डोक्यावर आकाश.. त्या निरंतर पोकळीत फक्त त्याचंच अस्तित्व आहे.. तिथे लायकी कळते.... आपण किती क्षुल्लक आहोत हे जाणवतं.. मग कळून चुकतं.. आपण असलो काय आणि नसलो काय.. काहीच फरक पडत नाही.. असं झालं की आपल्या अहंकाराचा मुखवटा गळून पडतो... जगात काहीच फरक पडत नाही.. कोणालाच काहीच वाटत नाही!

आणि माझं ऐकाल, तर असा क्षण आयुष्यात लवकरात लवकर आलेला चांगला..

खूप सोपं आणि शांत होऊन जाईल.. सगळंच!!!




PS : गगनबावडा घाटातून जाताना सह्याद्रीची भव्यता अनुभवायला मिळाली.. मला स्वतःची लायकी कळली..

Sunday, April 24, 2011

It Rained...


What do you do when the ache is but obvious?
What do you do when the entire fabric of the life you have created carefully over the years lies today sprawled around you, like a fragile empire in your mind?
What is the measure of pain when another reality is within a short arm’s reach, yet you are not to be allowed to grasp your fingers around it?

That remains a dream instead. How to you reconcile to a reality turning into a dream instead of the other obvious way around?
When it accumulates as dust, do you let the rain wash it away down the ravines?

That glorious, heavenly-smelling rain.

“You shield your eyes and mask your words with the delicate, thinning veil that you had woven on similar evenings and called it your life. When it rains like it does tonight, when there is no more dust to wash away, when the wind blows the veil from your face, what will you do?” He asked her.

In answer, it rained.

The storm that raged would pass. For now, it rained.

Saturday, April 23, 2011

Hello, Happiness!!


The question is not if you can do something with someone. You can almost always find something to do with anyone but the question is if you can do nothing with someone.

All our lives, we try to fill our time and mind with meaningless somethings. We believe that if we could fill that void with something, we will be happier. But its not about the something.
True happiness comes when you can sit with someone and do absolutely nothing, and not feel like you have to.
Happiness is when you don't feel awkward about it, when you don’t have to continuously please someone to get their attention or get their affection because they are already pleased just because you are in vicinity.
Happiness is when you don’t have to plan every single evening.
Happiness is when you can be spontaneous, and you can only be spontaneous when you don't fear that you're going to be judged for being silly or downright crazy.

Happiness is simple.

Its not what they make it out to be.

Happiness is not in expensive gifts and restaurants and crazy amounts of work.
Happiness is in holding hands and knowing that you can hold that hand.
Happiness is sitting in a hot-dog joint and wiping mustard off of each others collars.
Happiness is when someone kisses your hands - if you haven't tried it, try it.

You'll know what I mean.

Some people don’t get it, but happiness really IS simple.

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Mess

Don’t get me wrong - I am all for cleanliness. But some things are better messy. Something dirty, something out of order is what makes it better and more beautiful, like morning hair, overgrown stubble on a man’s face, a girl with a sleepy eyes, like a red nose after a long session of crying, like a big plate of cheesy nachos.


the Recent Clean Sunday helped me to post this..
this is not about me.. its about a girl.. my "she" from She 'n' him!! :)
as generally,
*Cleanliness = Girls*
( Though there are some exceptions! :P :P )

as said above, all these things look beautiful and yes, her room. Usually it is spotless but not today. One curtain is carelessly open, the other is closed. They opened one because they needed to see the time on the wall clock in the wee morning hours, but left the other closed or else it would have been too bright. His jacket lays on the floor in one corner beside the bed, her gown lay on the other side. An empty bowl of ice cream they shared the night before is on the ground with the remnants of chocolate topping while an upside down open book is placed on the carpet near it - the news paper - they were reading together. Among these things are some used and unused Kleenexes scattered all over the carpet.

Then there is the bed - and the ruffled sheets where they lay their weary bodies wrapped around each other, the pillows out of place on which he puts his head and she puts her on his chest. The blanket half on the bed and half on the ground. They have developed a love-hate relationship with that one - can’t really seem to decide if they want it or not.

And what really makes her smile is the trail of various clothing articles leading up to that bed. These clothes on the floor, are her favorite part.

On the other side, she sees his watch on the mantel along with his old worn out wallet and his work ID card in which he looks so much younger than he is. The flowers he bought her are still in a glass of water because she couldn't find a vase to put them in, but they look so happy today - just like she does.

This room is a mess, and it has never looked more beautiful.

Thursday, April 14, 2011

Seperation...

this is dedicated to a person, who was, is and will be an integral part of my life..

hope.. she reads this..somehow...




मुझसे बिछड़ कर खुश रहते हो
मेरी तरह तुम भी झूटे हो

उजले उजले फूल खिले थे
बिलकुल जैसे तुम हंसते हो

एक टहनी पे चाँद टिका था
मैंने समझा तुम बैठे हो

तुम तनहा दुनिया से लढोगे
बच्चोंसी बातें करते हो


and yes, i love u!

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Just you...!!!




You are like my breaths to me
Everything revolves around you

If I think, I think about you
I am planning to worship you...

My nights search crazily for you
I toss and turn in turmoil

Its a strange relation with breaths
I will die if its broken...



PS : inspired from a Ghalib's poem

Saturday, April 9, 2011

Retrospect



Believe me, dear readers, please believe me when I say this: sometimes we really are running after the wrong things - chasing the wrong men and women totally convinced that they are the right ones for us. No matter what they say, or how they try to assure us otherwise, we still believe that what we are doing is right. Believe me when I say that we are stubborn and this stubbornness is the cause of our demise.

It is so hard to let go off our control. We think we know what is right. We think that the people we are running after are the people we are meant to be with - that there is nothing better than them. Its so extremely difficult to let go of that control, and be patient with life, believe in a higher power and let the universe decide once in a while.

I am guilty of all of this. I think I know what’s best for me. I think I know the people I want to associate myself with. I think I know who I should be romantically involved with and who I shouldn’t.
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But the truth is, I have very limited knowledge of all of these things.

I kept running after the wrong women, when the right one was there all along, and I almost screwed it up. I was so convinced that I wouldn't be happier with any other woman than the one I was chasing. I was so sure of myself, until I crashed. The biggest challenge in life is to let go. Its when you let go, you are able to see what the universe has in store for us. We don’t even give the universe a chance - because we think we have it all figured out. Total bullshit.

Please look around you.
Please look and see the people who are looking at you.
Please don’t be so convinced that you know what is right.
Believe.
Have faith.
Give people a chance.
Don’t make the mistake I made.
Please.
You deserve to be happy.

:)


inspired from the new DoCoMo ad :

Keep it simple! Silly! ;)

Thursday, April 7, 2011

I am Waiting...


I think that I am waiting. Waiting for someone - something - to happen. It is not as if I am waiting for someone to come and change my life drastically, or to be my savior, or fill a void in my heart. No, its none of these things because I know that I am capable of change, there is no need for saving and I am not haunted by any emptiness. It is not as if something is lacking or missing - my cup is full.

The truth is, I am always producing and hoarding more love inside me, but there is no release. I want it to flow now. I want that over whelming feeling of joy - that which I would not have to contain. But my cup is not brimming. It is as if I am there but I am not quite there yet. There's nothing worse than waiting and not knowing what'll happen to you. Your own imagination can be crueler than any captor.

Sunday, April 3, 2011

I Know..



And I know you want all of my attention.
I know that you have finally come to the point where it has become alright for me to spoon-feed you.
And I know that you have started to like hearing my voice.
And I know that you don't want me to think about anyone else but yourself.
And I know you have started to get frustrated when things that involve me don’t go your way.
And I know that now you want me to believe that you love me, and if I were to assume otherwise, you would get really furious or you might just get hurt.
And I know you want me to put my head on your lap and fall sleep expecting to wake up on your lap and not on the pillow no matter how many hours later that is.
And I know you like to pretend to be mad at me sometimes over little things just to see if I were to make it up to you and sweet talk you back into my arms.
I know that unlike before, now you completely expect me to love you insanely.
And I know that you are trying not to believe in all this bullshit.
And I know you are telling yourself that I am wrong.
And I know that you know that you are miserably failing at all of this convincing.

I know.
But there is one thing you don’t know – that I have been ready to do all of that for a long time now.
I had been waiting for you to put your act together and meet me halfway.
But now you know.

I am glad we are on the same page.

Now do me a favor and never forget that.

Friday, April 1, 2011

यादें.. ( I )

कुछ यह है की मुद्दतों से हम भी नहीं थे रोए..
कुछ जहन में उलझा था अहबाब का दिलासा...
फिर यूँ हुआ..
के सावन आँखों में आ बसे थे...
फिर यूँ हुआ..
के दिल भी था अबला सा..
अब सच कहें तो यारो हमको खबर नहीं थी...
बन जायेगा क़यामत एक वाकिया ज़रा सा...
तेवर थे बेरुखी के.. अंदाज़ थे दोस्ती के..
वोह अजनबी थे लेकिन लगते थे अपने से...
हम दश्त थे के दर्या....
हम जहर थे के अमृत..
नाहक था जहम हमको.. जब वोह नहीं थे प्यासे..
हम ने भी इसको देखा.. कल शाम इत्तफाक से...

इतनाही कह पाए हक से...
अपने भी हाल है लोगो.. अब इस "omi" से

Thursday, March 31, 2011

Quietly...

I keep pushing the limits and keep testing the boundaries which were so rigidly predefined in my mind before. Ever since this illusion has shattered, all avenues have opened to be explored. I've been feeling quite overwhelmed by the options I have before me.

It's interesting to learn for yourself that reality is what you make of it. You define for yourself what and who you accept to be real and to what extent. A forbidden thought, whispered by the smallest of voices in your head in the dead of the night, can be more real for you than the most glaring of truths screamed at you in blinding daylight. Reality is what you allow it to be. Reality is what you choose to accept it to be. And inasmuch, there are limitless opportunities before us.

The further I go from you, the closer I seem to keep you. You defy all logical sense. So I long since accepted you to be the exception to every rule I came up with. Rules which I needed to make sense of my life. Codes of behavior I take everyone else to task with. But you…you I have always let slip through the loopholes in every situation. You, I have always made excuses for. You….

..not because you needed it. Which really is the catch.

We tend to overlook things we shouldn't. And look over things we need not.
I spoke of gifts of hedonistic pleasure at one point in life. You gave me gifts far beyond any I received so far, and frankly, far beyond any I hope to ever receive again. Simply because I cannot imagine anyone else doing for me what you do "Quietly"

Thank you.

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

try to understand men!!


especially for girls..

Once in a while, you get lucky and come across someone who would take you out for dinner, like other men would, but then when you think that you are done and its time to go home, you'd realize that he wants to be with you a little while longer - he wants to take you somewhere else. Coffee? Drinks? A walk? Anywhere. As far as he gets to spend time with you.

Once in a while you get lucky, and you sit in the company of a man for the whole night with a cup of hot chocolate in your hands, and a charming smile on your face. You sit on the terrace with the most beautiful view of the city, which would capture your attention any day but not tonight. Your eyes are too fixed on his.

Once in a while you get lucky, and you fall asleep in his arms while talking - sharing all the crazy theories about life you cooked up when you were a kid while feeling the warmth of his chest on your face and letting yourself go a little bit.

And once in a while, if you are really lucky, you'd find yourself waking up in his arms - with him holding you dearly.

Monday, March 28, 2011

तुम्हे सचमुच खबर नही..

उसे मेरे हाल की खबर नही..
या दुआ में मेरे असर नही...?

मुझे दर-पेश धूप की मुसिबते...
मेरी राह में कोई शजर नही..

तेरे बाद कोई गुजरे यहाँसे...
मेरा दिल है.. कोई राह-गुजर नही..

जहां तेरी यादों को बहा सकूं..
इतना कोई समंदर नही..


miss you a lot..

Saturday, March 26, 2011

एक सांगू? ऐकशील??


एक सांगू? ऐकशील??
तू ना... मला खूप आवडतेस...
थोडी चंचल.. थोडी गुमसुम....
कधी ना... खरंच वेडी वाटतेस...
एक सांगू? ऐकशील??
तू ना..मला खूप आवडतेस...

तसे आवडणारे बरेच आहेत..
पण तुझ्यात ना.. "वोह" बात है यार!
तू ना अगं.... कशी "आपली" वाटतेस...
एक सांगू? ऐकशील??
तू ना.. मला खूप आवडतेस...

हे तुझं पटकन गोष्टी विसरणं...
बोलता बोलता मधेच "जाऊ दे.. सोड..." असं म्हणणं...
मला कळतच नाही तुझं असं बोलणं..
का सांगत नाहीस मला??
माहित नाही कुठल्या धुंदीत असतेस...
एक सांगू? ऐकशील??
तू ना.. मला खूप आवडतेस...

Saturday, March 19, 2011

Star-Light!!!




I was walking within my apartment complex the other day - the hour was late and most of the world around me had already retired. The designers of my residence were thoughtful enough to include a long walking trail on the perimeter of our premises. It is aesthetic and wild with many a turn - winding through gorgeous tall trees and surrounded by beautiful foliage. In the day it thrives in the balmy summer air and bird songs while during the night it cultivates a cool breeze and the gentle rustle of tree leaves. A singular section of this trail goes through an open grass land - and on this particular night the sky was so clear that the stars above took my breath away!!! It caused me to pause my walk and lie down - and to think and reflect ....

I was distracted initially and I had a million things on my mind mostly revolving around my career, responsibilities and personal life - but after a while those thoughts settled and I felt anew a sense of calm - and in the silence of that moment - there was no one and nothing between me and the stars. My breaths deepened and I felt myself intoxicated with awareness, for a brief period of time, we were breathing in complete harmony - me and the night around me.

I have always loved stars, back in school I had managed to save up enough pocket money to make my own telescope. This tube of lenses was my portal to the universe. Every week, I used to squeeze out some time - and away from the prying eyes of the world, I would escape to a tryst with these diamonds in the sky.

Stars have a unique way of inspiring and humbling the human mind. They have been for centuries. Thousands of years ago, people of almost every civilization looked at the heavens above - at the same very patterns we see today - and tried to connect these revolving lights with the events of their lives. Almost anyone who has held an audience with the stars quickly comes to realize how minuscule human life really is. The sheer scale of the universe is staggering and quite beyond the realms of the most gifted of imaginations. Science itself has been trying mightily to encapsulate and explain the entire universe through one unified theory - from ether to the big bang - from string theory to the membrane, each time we thought we've found the answers - we've discovered - that we couldn't be more wrong. Even though I am a deep rooted and honest to GOD student of science - I find this human urge - 'to explain everything around them' - quite amusing, futile and of late unnecessary.

What we do know is that a long time ago, our Sun and it surrounding planets evolved from the gasses and elements of this universe - first the star and then the planets around it ...... and eventually at one point - Life. Our comprehension and view of the universe has often times been too narrow and revolving only around the time the human species came into prominence on life upon Earth. Too often do we forget - that before us there was another species which ruled - that after us there still might be another creation to flourish and that before any of it we all really were just bubbles of elements boiling in hot lava.

The intervention of that night's silence and its probe into my mind made me realize that often times we choose to dwell solely upon human life - and only our lives at that. We surround ourselves with news and gossip - we argue and laugh amongst our friends - we fall in love and we fight - we hate and we fall in love all over again - we live and we die within and only within this tiny slice of time. While important, I find this view of life rather limited and sorely incomplete.

I believe - failing to realize how minute and inconsequential our existence is - prevents us from understanding the true significance of life - and from admiring the true beauty of creation. Right before my conversation with the stars - I was stuck in a hard place in my life, one where I was perpetually worried that I might live my entire existence without making any significant contribution to the world. The dialogue helped me put all of my anxiety into perspective.

The truth is we were all born out of this universe and when we die - we will all be part of this universe again. This concept was proven by Einstein but very few people choose to see it this way. There was a time in my life when I felt all living creatures were infinitely superior to dead things - like rocks and sand - where as the truth in fact is that the same elements that make all of our planets, make the rock and the same elements make us. We worry about causing the planet damage. Yes, its bad - and we shouldn't pollute - but its bad only for all life on earth - which - in the scheme of things is just a blip in the universe. I guess the point I am trying to drive home is that we make too much of ourselves. We have invested so much time and energy in trying to keep us alive for as long as possible - believing that a human life - rather a human's consciousness of life is the all essential thing to preserve - all the time failing to realize that it is the shortness and unpredictability of life that makes it so beautiful.

As I lay on that cold earth - in total peace - I felt for the first time as being one with the universe. All the problems and uncertainty of my life still remained - but I could clearly hear what the starlight had whispered to me - That millions of years from now, when I would be no more - when Earth might be no more - we will all still, be a part of this universe - and perhaps some day a small boy on the top of a roof on some remote planet will see me as a speck of light - and be delighted once again as I was - this beautiful night.

The only true meaning of life - I have come to believe is in enjoying our existence and feel - in each breath what our senses tell us. To find peace and happiness rooted in the certainty of our mortality and to enjoy this transient bijou we call life. We are after all - simply Starlight!!

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

मुझे अच्छा सा लगता है..


मुझे अच्छा सा लगता है
बहोत अच्छा सा लगता है
तुम्ही को देखते रहना
तुम्ही को चाहते रहना
तुम्ही को सोचते रहना
तुम्ही को सुनते रहना
मुझे अच्छा सा लगता है
बहोत अच्छा सा लगता है

बहोत गहरे ख्यालों में
जवाबों में सवालों में
मोहब्बत के कई हवालों में
तुम्हारा नाम आ जाना
मुझे अच्छा सा लगता है
बहोत अच्छा सा लगता है

तुम्हारे संग संग चलना
वफ़ा की आग में जलना
तुम्हें नाराज़ कर देना
कभी खुद रूठ भी जाना
मुझे अच्छा सा लगता है
बहोत अच्छा सा लगता है

कभी इकरार कर लेना
कभी इन्कार कर देना
कभी आँखों से कुछ कहना
कभी कह कर मुकर जाना
मुझे अच्छा सा लगता है
बहोत अच्छा सा लगता है

तुम्हारी बेरुखी पर भी
तुम्हारी आरज़ू करना
खुद अपने दिल की धड़कन से
तुम्हारी गुफ्तगू करना

मुझे अच्छा सा लगता है
बहोत अच्छा सा लगता है

Saturday, March 12, 2011

Someone Up There is Very Happy for Them!



His eyes fluttered open as the sun rays welcomed him through the window. He wondered if they had left the curtain open. Half asleep he tried to see why the sun was shining right in his eyes. After fully opening his eyes, he realized that the curtains were drawn but a mischievous corner was letting the sun rays come in which happened to land right on his face. It was Sunday and he was not waking up so early. So, he got up, cursing underneath his breath he straightened the curtain and came back to bed. It was then when he saw her lying next to him. As always he couldn’t take his gaze off of her and couldn’t help but wonder how anyone could be as beautiful as she was and how in the world had such a beautiful woman landed on his bed, not only for one day but for an entire lifetime?!

Someone up there must have been very happy with her.

He grinned at the thought and snuggled with her to take a closer look. As he touched her she tossed in her sleep and like always she set the blanket straight on him putting her hand on his chest.

Her care had never stopped even when she was asleep. How could she know every time he was not in the blanket? He could never answer that question, but then again he could never answer a lot of the questions he had about her, like, how she always figured out that he was in trouble. He used to get her phone calls at the oddest times asking him if everything was ok. She would call him exactly at the time when he needed to talk to someone, but how in the world did she know when she had been miles away from him?

“I just get a bad feeling, honey, I can feel it inside”, was always her answer.

Instinctively, he kissed her forehead and took her in his arms like a little child. Well, that was what she was—a little child. A very spoilt one, for that matter.

She had been the wildest woman he ever met. She had the most outrageous ideas and was never afraid to break the rules. He had not seen a woman so bold and passionate. She was fiery in her attitude and he knew that the passion in her eyes attracted him to her in the first place. Over time, he realized that she had the kindest heart and she loved him deeply. However, he was never able to tame her. He tried for a while but it didn’t happen. She was not meant to be tamed. She was the go-getter and no one could stop her. He learned to live with it. But, he loved her with all his heart, and he loved her for her passion, for her love of life, for her wildness. She showed him a whole different world—her world. Her beautiful world that he had become a part of. He had never regretted anything about his life. He knew she was the one when he had proposed her and he knew she was his destiny the day they got married.

In each and every one of us there is a longing to be understood by someone who really cares. When a person is understood, he or she can put up with almost anything in the world.

She understood him. She understood him more than anyone else and the realization made him want to break down and cry. Just how many people could say this years after their marriage? Both of them had been really lucky. He knew he was just… blessed.

He tilted his head and looked at her again. She was peaceful with her lips almost curling up in a smile, her ravishing long hair covering half of her face. Anyone seeing her angelic face peacefully sleeping could have never guessed that the night before in her pajamas, she was dancing hysterically on some random hip hop beats. She was laughing and dancing all over him.

“I want to parttttyyyy”, she said with her arms in the air.

“Sweety, I have told you, you can go out with your friends on weekends”, he had said without taking his eyes off the book he was reading.

“No, not that kind of party”, she replied making a face. “I want to party with you, just the two of us, you know”. She put her head on his lap distracting him from his reading.

“You are soo boring Mr.’, she complained snatching the book from him.

“What do you want me to do?”

“I want you to kiss me”, she said seriously.

She has always been bold like that.

Only a woman can make a man come to his knees and leave him breathless.

For him that woman has been her. He smiled and leaned forward to kiss her, but she pulled back.

"Now what???"

“If you think this is so easy, you are oh-so wrong! You want it, you have to come and get it,” she said grinning and ran off the bed.

The next half hour was spent chasing her throughout the house and he had only been able to catch her after she was tired of running and gave in to him, and that was how they both landed on the bed where she was still sleeping.

She just had too much energy, like a little kid who would only sleep when he is utterly exhausted. She was a full time job for him.

His mind fully awake then, he decided there was no point in lying down on the bed. He was awake and it was time for him to wake her up too. He decided the same tactic he used every time—kiss her lips. She didn’t wake up but he could see a little smile curling her lips.
He brushed her hair with his hands. Touched her eyes lightly with his fingers, whispered in her ears asking her to wake up but she didn’t move. However her face expression clearly told him that she didn’t want to wake up just yet. He tossed her body straight in an attempt to wake her up. After some more teasing here and there, he was still unable to get her attention. Finally he gave up and said loudly.

“Hey woman, wake up, your man needs breakfast.”

“He can go and make himself some,’ was the grumpy reply.

“You know I am not going to cook, after all these years you should know that.”

“ummmm…. Nooo.. mee sleepy…. You sleepy”, she groaned never opening her eyes.

“Ok I am getting up then and leaving you alone in the bed,” he knew she hated when he would leave her sleeping like that.

“No”, was a simple reply.

“Oh yeah? Well I am outta here.”

He decided to get up when she pulled herself on top of him, snuggling her head in his neck.

“Who is getting up now?”

He was going to have her way this time too and he knew that. Besides, her touch was so addicting, he didn’t feel like letting go.

Giving up, he wrapped his arms around her;

this time surely someone up there was very happy with him.

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Gift yourself a Quiet Moment...


Here's a gift you may not have expected. It is a gift for you to give yourself. Sometimes in your day to day life, try to turn off all the noises you can around you and give yourself some "quiet time". In the silence, let yourself think about something. Or if possible... Think about nothing.

Most of us have so few moments like that in our lives. There are noises everywhere. There are times when we can't even escape. Television and radio are probably the worst culprits. They are very seductive. It's so tempting for some people to turn on the television set or the radio when they first walk into a room or get in the car....To fill any space with noise. It is even true with myself. I cannot help but turn on music as soon as I walk in my room. Whenever I am walking alone, I have my wiped screaming in my ears. I wonder what I or people similar to me are afraid might happen in the silence. Some of us must have forgotten how nourishing silence can be. We don't give us the opportunity to take benefit feelings that silence has to offer.

The kind of solitude goes by many names. It may be called "meditation" or "deep relaxation" or just "downtime". In some circles it may even be criticized as "daydreaming". Whatever its called, it is a time away from outside stimulation, during which inner turbulence can settle, and we have a chance to become more familiar with ourselves.

How many times have you noticed that its the little quiet moment in the midst of life that seems to give the rest the extra-special meaning??? How many times have we tried to understand that silence speaks in the language that the heart, soul and mind can fully understand?? How many times have we realized that silence can be holy?

So, give yourself a gift today.....

Saturday, March 5, 2011

Men are from Earth and Women too


Ok, I am no advice columnist, neither a psychologist nor specialized in any way in either men’s or women's psychology.
I am just another man who has his opinions.

They say, men and women always end up on the opposite ends.
Women complain about how insensitive and "gross" and "lame" men are and men whine about the cry-babies women can turn into.
Granted, there are differences but we have to learn to live with them, right?

Lets start with relationships.
Men are committed. Period.
If a man is committed to a woman once probably he will remain committed to the "same woman" for the rest of his life. But the problem is that women don’t really know when the man is really committed. Sometimes women "think" men are serious about the relationship but they are not and then they "cheat" on the women.

folks, see... its all about perception!!

Ok, now consider this:
When a relationship ends, a woman will cry and pour her heart out to her girl-friends, ( not girlfrnds, ideally :P ) and she will write a poem titled.. ummm...yeah, something like - "All Men Are Idiots".
Then she will get on with her life.

A man has a little more trouble letting go. Six months after the break-up, at 3:00 a.m. on a Saturday night, he will call and say, "I just wanted to let you know you ruined my life, and I’ll never forgive you, and I hate you, and you’re a total floozy. But I want you to know there’s always a chance for us".

men will always be men.. why the hell we feel "Unsecured"; we don't know..

Another thing women need to understand and tolerate is that men are big kids ( Com’ on guys, accept it! we actually are. ) Deep down, all men are big ol' boys. ( This explains why so many grown men wear baseball caps. ) Their interests are boy-like, too. Take his obsession with sports. Most men love anything that involves kicking something, throwing things or punching other men. ( Yeah, the punching other men n saying "wassup buddy??" IS very "manly"!!! ) Sounds like 10-year-olds on the playground to you? Does to most of the women.

For girls, women:
When you put three or more men together, they bond by yelling at the TV and being idiots to each other. Regressing into childlike behavior isn't just a means of amusing themselves — it's their way of escaping real-life pressures and feeling accepted as they are. There's no point in denying guys time to release their juvenile side. And hey, at least they're doing it during boys' night out and not in front of your friends or family!

Another thing I have learnt from my day to day life is that men don’t take hints. ( Men are mad.. take it from me.. If a girl likes a guy, guy will never get to know about her feelings.. he will always think that the "Friendship" button is ON. ) Whether its his friend, wife, girlfriend or sister, he just doesn’t.

I think it is because when men are with other men, they don't tiptoe around each other and drop subtle suggestions. That's because hints don't register with guys.

Women pride themselves on being able to know intuitively what their friends, husbands and kids are thinking, but men have no interest in reading minds.

Strategy learnt from men: "If you don't ask, you don't get." Pretty simple! :P

In relationships, A woman doesn't expect a guy to know exactly what she wants — and whenever she does, she is "surely" disappointed. If, for example, a woman wants him to take her out for her birthday, she is wasting her time dropping hints like "Guess what day Friday is? It's someone's birthday!" If she does that, she'll be 80 before he takes her out. And while she is at it, don't hint about wanting a gift that's shiny and lasts forever: To him, she has just described a set of Emeril pots and pans.
But, if she do asks, clearly, chances are she will get it.
Be it an expensive ring or a loving kiss or a warm hug, she should not hesitate to ask them for it.

Coming down to a more domestic level, women should all know that men don’t do their laundry until they are out of clean clothes. If this happens before then that means someone else is doing their laundry for them.
Sometimes, their dirty laundry even comes in several categories:
1. Looks fine/smells fine,
2. Looks fine/smells bad,
3. Looks dirty/smells fine.

Unless you intend to wash it, do not try to disrupt piles organized in this manner.

A couple more things to keep in mind:
For girls, women:
1. Don’t make him hold your purse in the mall. It does something to his manhood. Just spare him the misery.
2. Shopping is not fascinating. Ever.
3. If he has to sit through :
“Notting Hill ( 1999, Starring : Julia Roberts, Hugh Grants, Genre : Comedy | Romance )”,
you have to sit through :
“Die Hard((Series) Starring : Bruce Willis, Genre : Action | Crime | Thriller )" .
4. If you truly want honesty, don’t ask questions you don’t really want them answer to.
5. He was not looking at that other girl. Well, okay… maybe a little. Okay, so what! He was looking at her. Big deal. Like you never looked at another guy…
6. Any sort of injury involving the testicles is not funny. Seriously.
7. Any attempt by a man to prepare food, no matter how feeble (i.e.: Microwaving a burrito, fixing Spaghetti, etc) should be met with roughly the same degree of praise a parent might shower upon their infant when it walks for the first time.
8. But in the end, remember that men are human. We all are. We are unique and we have our own individuality. You will not go anywhere in understanding someone if you keep on putting them in one stereotypical category or another.

Good luck Ladies! :)

Friday, March 4, 2011

गुजारिश..

है इख़्तियार में तेरे तू मौज्ज़ा कर दे...
वोह शख्स मेरा नहीं है उसे मेरा कर दे...
यह राह-गुज़र कहीं ख़तम ही नहीं होती ,
ज़रासी दूर तक रास्ता हरा भरा कर दे...
मै उस के शोर को देखू वोह मेरा सबर देखे... ,
मुझे चिराग़ बना दे उसे हवा कर दे....
अकेली शाम बहुत ही उदास करती है ,
किसी को भेज कोई मेरा हम-नवा कर दे...

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Cycle of Replacement.. ( Part # 1 )


कभी कभी यूँही बैठे बैठे...
एक आम से दिन में दिल फिर से टूटता है
Just when you think you have forgotten all the sweet nothings, and the memories of the pretentious fights, it all comes back to you in a venue you least expect to serve as a reminder.

आज न-जाने बैठे बैठे वह यादें कहाँ से वापिस आ गयी ...
वह मसनूई घुस्सा, वोही बिना-वजह के नखरे..

पता नहीं कितने सालों से हर वक़्त उनसे अपने नखरे उठवाते रहना, उनसे उलटी सीधी फरमाइशे करते रहना... मेरा सबसे पसंदीदा मश्घला बन चुका था...
ज़रा ज़रा सी बात पर उनका नाराज़ हो कर चल पड़ना और फिर कुन-अखियों से देखना के वो पीछे आऐं या नहीं...

मेरा खियाल था यह बचपना वक़्त के साथ साथ ख़तम हो ही जायेगा…
पर शायद कुछ आदतें कभी आप का पीछा नहीं छोडती हैं…
वक़्त बदल जाता है…
आप बदल जाते हो…
पर कुछ चीज़ें बस सताती करती ही रहती हैं...
हमेशा...

यह सच है....cycle of replacement में मुहब्बत की replacement नहीं होती .

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

तू.. आणि पाऊस...


ह्या पावसाच्या सरी पण ना..
अगदी तुझ्यासारख्याच...

आल्या तर प्रसन्न वाटतं..
नाही आल्या तर खूप रुक्ष वाटतं..
कधी न सांगता येतात...
कधी कधी रोज भेटत राहतात...

कधी धुवांधार.. कधी शांत..
ह्या पावसाच्या सरी पण ना..
अगदी तुझ्यासारख्याच...

कधी आठवणीत.. कधी रात्रीच्या शांततेत..
ह्या पावसाच्या सरी पण ना..
अगदी तुझ्यासारख्याच...

प्रत्येक थेंबात जगण्याची नवीन आस..
ह्या पावसाच्या सरी पण ना..
अगदी तुझ्यासारख्याच...

Monday, February 28, 2011

Rains.. Rains..


Rains, Rains...
These rains carry with them many memories and times.
They have a way of entering your hearts
They thrill you and play with your thoughts
Drop per drop they symbolize and encapsulate the elixir of life.
They fall from the sky and unite on the earth.
They are precious they are dear.
They are transient they are immortal.

Rains, Rains...
Some drip as scented pearls from a girl's hair.
Some glisten as beads of sweat in passion.
Some trickle as salted rivulets of sorrow
Some remain untold and veiled behind silent eyes
Some relish, as drinks of pleasure from a lover's lips
While some are drunk as poison in anger, anguish and hurt

Rains, Rains...
These rains, they have a mind of their own
I am swept clean now, I stand exhausted, spent
The rains have brought me back to life
They are my repent, and they have let me absolve
A part of my past....

Rains.. Rains..

Saturday, February 26, 2011

Loving You...


Tell me my darling,
How does it feel…
How does it feel when I hold your hand and walk with you letting you lead?
How does it feel when my stare lingers on you for just a little longer every time I see you?
How does it feel when I lightly brush my fingers across your arm while passing by?

Tell me my sweetheart,
How does it feel…
How does it feel when my lips tremble and my body becomes weak as you kiss me?
How does it feel when I give myself to you in the most vulnerable of times?
How does it feel when I dig my nails into your bare back while quivering in ecstasy?
How does it feel when we dance on the kitchen floor at the oddest hour?
How does it feel when I put my head on your heart?

Tell me beloved,
How does it feel…
How does it feel when I cry helplessly while tending to your wounds?
How does it feel when I put the first piece of food in your mouth before I start eating my dinner?
How does it feel when I caress your hair while you peacefully nap in my arms?

Tell me my life,
How does it feel to know that I love you?

Yes,
I am talking about LOVE
I am talking about the love that you feel inside
...The love that will make you cry
...The love that haunts you day and night


So sweety, tell me… how does it feel to know that I love you?

Friday, February 25, 2011

Exam Season.. ( Part#2 )

Seven Random Facts About the Author:

1. He loves to write (if you still haven't figured that out) :P

2. He is a kind of - Ambidextrous.

3. Half the time, He remains high on coffee.

4. He doesn't do Numbers. No math. No Counting. No Money.

5. He is very straightforward.

6. He loves, and doesn't think he will ever stop.

7. He is... Passionate.


here,

I tag: everyone who reads my blog :)

Update: These days the author of this blog remains high on sugar. His new home is called the library. His PC and Facebook are his best friends. He has lost all track of time and measures it with coffee cups consumed.

In one word: EXAMS!!!


Please forgive him for not being around.


Thursday, February 24, 2011

Exam Season.. ( Part#1 )


Its exam time for college students across India, which means that all across the sub-continent young college students are complaining about the scheduling of their finals. It doesn't matter what sort of schedule you end up with, you WILL be dissatisfied with the placement of your exams. I keep hearing people saying, "This sucks. I have over a week between each of my exams. I wish I could just get them over with." Or, on the other side, "This sucks. All my exams are on consecutive days. I wish I got a break between them so I could study." Yes, the grass always seems greener on the other side.

While practically everyone I know was making one of those two arguments about why their particular exam schedule is worse than anyone else's, one of my friends came up with a truly original complaint: "I don't even care how much time I have between my exams. It's not like I'm going to study anyway. I just wish they wouldn't schedule them at the same time as the cricket world cup game." I'm glad to see at least one person still has his priorities straight.

I have noticed that the library becomes quite an interesting place when exam time comes around. You see people in the library you never expect to see. Some give you the shocks. It's like, “dude, you actually come here?” Sometimes I feel so bad for those people and I feel like asking them if they forgot their way home and accidently ended up in the library. But then again, there are always some people who totally disappear from the face of this earth. It's like they do not exist anymore. But you know they will appear from some corner once exams are over.

Anyway, coming back towards the library, it gets ridiculously full, to the point that it becomes impossible to find any place to sit and study. You'd think this would encourage people to stay home and study in their rooms instead, but it doesn't. "I can't study at home," is the average college student's cry. "It's too loud." And so, every semester, thousands of students migrate to the library like geese or pilgrims, whichever helps that simile make the most sense, in the hope of finding a quiet, unoccupied corner. God bless you, brave students of India.

Oh.. well I have come to the conclusion that having an exam tomorrow morning is no reason to avoid Facebook tonight. I mean, let's face it, the Facebook will still provide some fun moments and help you to study with a fresh mind..

that's all from the part 1 folks..
all the best!! :)

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Regret..



A promise I was asked
And a promise I did make
It changed things a lot
And many decisions I was to take

Would I make the same promise?
Or will I refrain?
Will I do it the same and just the same
Do it all, All over again?


The struggles I do accept
And the pain I do agree
Its the price I paid
For my soul to breathe free

If love is the cost of freedom
Then so it shall be
No one shall rob it, Nor shall one protect
My freedom was my own
And mine alone to defend

Would I make the same choice?
Or will I refrain?
Will I do it the same and just the same
Do it all, All over again?


There were mistakes, there had to be
Success was sweet
But it was failure that taught
That the ones to forge a character
Are the falls not caught

I trusted and was betrayed
It led me to conflict - led me to strife
I loved and was burnt
It unknowingly shaped - the contours of my life

Would I make the same choice?
Or will I refrain?
Will I do it the same and just the same
Do it all, All over again?


I think I will, for it was worth it
For one smile of her eyes Or one kiss of her lips
I would happily take eternal agony
For a touch of her hair on my fingertips

I think I will, for it was worth it
For a fair lady once asked of a little boy
Promise me will you, That you will
"Listen to what your heart says
And have the courage to follow it"
And I had promised
"Yes, my lady - I will"

Monday, February 21, 2011

Lying to Myself..


Some things I know I have lied to myself – and this is one of them.

After swearing to destroy all of her things, I know I haven’t really discarded all ... somewhere hidden in an album lie, now yellowing photographs - still beautiful with a hint of those times – in an academic file alongside my notes – I am sure - lies buried - a birthday card – and amongst the modest treasures of my wallet is a guitar pick – that still fancies her touch. ..

Masked cleverly in my words, somewhere lie - subtle references - to memories only one reader can relate...... In empty corridors of a dilapidated structure, there still can be heard - echoes of her laughter and although, now abandoned – there still flows a river - now mourning with salted water.

In the waking hours of some nights, the bed still longs her warmth. And the still air – now devoid of her scent – feels like a vacuum mocking my heart.

On some things I know, I have lied to myself and this is one of them ...... Oh! How I wish there were words that could describe – How much I miss her on some days ....

Saturday, February 19, 2011

Flashed from the Past....


A lazy morning, a sky refusing to light up, a vista of clouds hanging low and grey, a wind caressed with moisture ........ and I... think of you.

I remember the evening we spent together in our favorite restaurant. My glance as it traced your silhouette opposite me. The glint of evening sun-rays on those rose-red lips. I remember being intoxicated - in part by wine and in part by your beauty.

There are memories one does not divulge easily. This is one of them. But there is a dream more real than memory - remembered not in your mind - but etched in your body. And this is one of them.

My fingers remember the touch of your skin, the strength of that warmth as I held you in a slow still dance. My will still longs the challenge in your smile. Never since has a woman, so tested my heart.

I have fought long and hard and learnt - there are some things you can not erase despite try.

Some things there are - not remembered in your mind.

Thursday, February 17, 2011

Speaking with Reflection....


I washed my face and looked up
Whats worrying you I asked ??
But, you already know - said the reflection
Its been long since I have heard you speak
Speak please and help me now.

Questions - it said - I have questions on my mind
I braced myself and gave a nod

How long since we've seen home?
How long since you last laughed ?
Time has flown fast
And the shadows of worry
Have faded the ambers of your heart.

You are tied now
Tied with chains of responsibilities
You have travelled far and are walking still
But the journey has long stopped

Where is the spark that once shone these eyes
Where is the hope that eclipsed all in flight
Where is the boy - bright and fiery
Sure as an arrow on its mark

I know all that needs to be done
And I know all that you must
But you can not go further on this path
Green pastures and certain meals
Are not for the wolves at heart

Act now and change the course
Or life will flow as it has flown
And we will yet speak once more
And many years would have passed
The journey will in deed draw to its end
And you will have only this mirror
Mourning the regrets of your past

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

The Moment of Truth...




This conversation we began
I know not where 'd we start
Threads of thought forked in-numerous
Broke down walls imposed
And we talked
Through evenings and nights and hours unheard
Through tears and anger and ecstasies untold

Until now that we stand in this net
And wherever I see
Are tracks of our footsteps
I can't imagine how I travelled alone
The footsteps are etched
As tough carved in stone

They reassure and yet terrify
For I fear the winds I once loved
Could erase our marks forever
Or that you might walk away
And leave my heart severed

We've morphed our likes
To suit one another
'til now they are so changed
Even wanting we can not avert

Alas my friend,
It is the moment of truth
And I have to ask,
Shall we trudge snow and sand
And climb and fall together

Or shall you now let go
And into this earth
Should I disappear ?

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Life is like a Dream...!


The earth is soft and cool beneath..
I can feel the blades of grass..
Gently pressed under me..
Green, young and slightly moist..
Still.. Yet breathing..

And I see shifting shadows through closed lids..
Playing - capering - laughing..
As I nestle my head deeper in her lap..
Treasuring and preserving..
The warmth under my head..

I follow the act and listen to the shadows..
I can hear the merry and begin to smile..
A shy, scented drop awakens my skin..
And I open my eyes to hold her face..
Words elude and sounds fade off..
As I marvel a new meaning to beauty..

I drink with thirsty eyes..
The oval that is my world..
Circled lovingly in dark flowing hair..
Velvet like silk and soft as silence...
Coy and demure..

I drink with thirsty eyes..
The delicate curve of her neck..
Just within reach and yet not..
The contours, sensuous.. and tempting..
I nestle my head and smile back..

I see myself reflected..
In liquid pools of light..
See myself anew..
Alive and well..
Through her eyes..

I trace the exquisite lips..
Longing their flavor..
Craving through parch..
I want to lift myself..
But the warmth lets not..

Oh it is such a strife..
Painful yet nurturing..
An impish pleasure..
A sight divine..

I drink with thirsty eyes..
And I beg life..
If this is a dream..
Don't wake me up just yet!!

Saturday, February 12, 2011

Life of a Look-Alike..!!!


This is a beautiful flower.
But this is not a rose.
She might pass for being a rose to some people.
From time to time, she might trick you into thinking that she is one.
She is beautiful but not the rose.
This is an important distinction to notice.
All her life she is pressured into being like a rose - longing to be the symbol of love, irresistible desire, and ephemeral beauty.
But she will never amount up to being one.
She is just not cut in the right places.
She will never be as beautiful or as precious as a rose.
Someone might pluck her off her plant thinking she is a rose but toss her as soon as he realizes she isn't one.
The curse of this flower is that they do not let her stay with her plant because she looks like a rose but they do not keep her with them either because she is not a rose.
So, she is neither her plant's nor his who plucks her.
She belongs to essentially no one.
Yet she continues to hope....

stupid flower!



-omi

Thursday, February 10, 2011

I Dream....


I dream, I hope, I wish, I aspire, I want, I crave.
I dream about flowers... beautiful delicate flowers that could brighten up just about anyone’s day.
I dream about dim lights, old songs, and slow dancing. A time in which you could think about nothing but the one you are dancing with.
I dream about rose-colored glasses and bright smiles that linger on.
I dream about holding hands, tender touches and long walks down a quiet lane.
I dream about concerned eyes, intelligence and strength that keep you from losing your way.
I dream about fingers caressing my hair and the strength of that lovely girl whom i hug.
I dream about my city. I dream about the diverse faces accentuated with certain urgency.
I dream about Starbucks and long walks in downtown of D.C.
I dream about home.
I dream about God - about complete submission and satisfaction.
I dream about sharing… about sharing it all with you and not getting afraid of being judged.
I dream about poetic verses recounted late at night—intoxicating me with pain and pleasure.
I dream about one more kiss, one more cuddle, one more touch that arises out of nothing but CARE.

I dream. Do you?



P.S. : this is one of the best clicks!
Photography : Sumedh Sidhaye.
Model : Omkar Kukade ( :P )

Please don't think I was day-dreaming! I generally don't!! :)



-omi