Pairing!!

This is a general observation and I severely felt to write something on this!!
It may happen that many may relate this to their own lives or even mine.. :P
But I believe that's the beauty of Panorama!! ;)

Perhaps every relationship is doomed to monotony after a while. Or perhaps some people are just wired a different way. They are cursed to yearn for love and romance even when they've had it. They have the bottomless cup that never fills even if you keep pouring world's finest wines into it.

Drunks should not be paired with sober people. Sober people want more out of life. Drunks just want one thing - one more glass of gin, one more shot of whiskey. They want the same thing over and over again. Just one more. And sober people are not willing to keep a cellar full of just that. And yet all drunkards are cursed to ask the sobers to fill their cup, and it never really works. They won't love them back. You just have to find peace with it. Relish in the memory of the sweet taste of heaven, spend your remaining days yearning for the magnificent beauty of the first sighting of the damned wine. Find time to love and hate and love again, and never truly feel satisfied.

her rain!

She spent the better part of the night listening to the rain tapping on the window right above her head. She listened as it hit different places of her home - how it sounded on the roof, on the porch, on the ground, at the window. Soon the pipes from the roof were full and started draining. It sounded like a water fall nearby.

Rain is not a single sound but an orchestra full of melodies. It demands attention. You are suddenly not where you were before, floating slowly with the tunes. It makes one want to believe for a moment that we are all dreamers, waiting to completely get away from reality.

She opened the window a bit at some point in the night and let the breeze and some drops fall on her pillow, and her face. She could smell the fall - the wet soil, the wet trees, and the cold air.

She played some blues at 3 in the morning. It was her favorite song. She smiled. The rain stopped. The breeze picked up. The clouds roared. Then the rain began again. She heard the train howling in the distance.

She fell asleep as the morning light started to hit the rain drops. She woke up to a wet, cold pillow and the curtains flying everywhere.

Something wonderful happens to the whole place when it rains...
She woke up smiling.

he wants..

He wants to insist on taking her back to a simpler life...

A life where you turned the radio on in the morning and not the iPad, life where you brewed coffee and stuck around long enough to feel its aroma spread through the house, where you take a moment to feel the weight of the warm blanket on you, and appreciate the soft sheets and the hard pillows. Open the window and smell the trees - not the flowers but the trees. Name every creature, alive or inanimate, because they all deserve some identity.

He wants to make sure that she takes naps especially when her brain was in overdrive. 

He wants her  to spend no less than an hour at the bookstore even if she has no intention of buying anything. 

He wants to show her how to keep her face close to the cup and blow on the hot tea so she can feel the heavenly warmth on her face. 

They want to practice, and continue to practice patience - they should started small - waiting for the water to get warm, patiently watching the YouTube video to load, waiting for the coffee to cool down enough so it doesn't burn the tongue, slowing down at the yellow light instead of speeding up, keeping the phone away for a few minutes and laying down to stare at the ceiling. 

He wants to insist on "giving" - be it to her, to a friend, or to someone in need. 'coz he needs to be a better person to make her happier! and to make the lives simpler!

He wants to show her the joys of being sung a lullaby as she drifts off to sleep, and the importance of sleeping - to shut it out, to let it go, to allow your body to be at peace even if only for half an hour.

He wants her to control her anger, to let someone else win for a change. 

Over the years, he wants her realize that everyone is a flawed person. 

The realization should not make anyone sad or angry. It makes us humble. 

He wants her to realize that people make mistakes - that she has made mistakes, even he has made blunders and the world hasn't come to an end. 

The world doesn't come to an end for anyone. He wants succeed in making her a better person, a simpler person, a happier person, and make her life full of nice things!

He wants their life uncluttered by things - mind free - all the junk is cleaned out. He wants them to live in moment that live out the things they buy and the things they get worked up about. He wants to make her feel like a little girl learning it all over again. 

and ultimately he wants her to know she has so much space and so much peace inside her..

His Confession

It seems like my words have just been reduced to one woman. When I write to her my heart turns into oceans and my words to shores. All the ocean knows is to come back to the shore, with no two waves alike. I can describe her almost perfectly.. from the spontaneous energy in her kajal-eyes to her beautiful fingers, and to that faint scar on her forehead. She talks of some great people and madness. She smells of euphoria and happiness. Her eyes look of intellect and soulful desire. She listens to my life. She makes me long to lie with her. And when she looks at the low moon in the winter sky surrounded by the mountains of forever -my words just can't stop spinning. Every time this moon shines, it witnesses the overwhelming emotion in my heart, and perhaps it nods at my determination to hold her tighter than time.

I want to write something heart-wrenching beautiful. I want to write something that would crawl under the readers' skin and reduce their souls to shreds. I want to write with the longing that we dare not talk about, the suffering that we carefully tuck away between layers and layers of darkness and secrets. I want my words to dance on their wildest imagination; crack their hearts open so that new light can shine through. But I am just useless.

Lately, I write to find that moment - the moment that led to me this madness.

-omi

A Heart Break...

Just realized something.. its about heartbreak..

The heart doesn't break in a snap.  It doesn't fall and shatter on the ground; there is no cracking or ripping.  A heart breaks like a flower wilts - quietly yet.. suddenly...

She keeps the flowers on her desk. Roses, mostly. She likes Roses. They are cheerful and intense; She loves that. Their soft petals tantalize her skin whenever she touches them, and their colors brighten up the room. But then if she gets too busy to pay them much of attention... if she forgets to water them for just one day, they start to look sad and gloomy. The intense red is still there but they start to run low on vibrance. She waters them . Some life comes back, the breathing becomes easier.  Now she knows they'll last for another week or so. She hasn't hurt them enough yet.

But sometimes, its just too late. One day she comes into the room, and sees their necks down, even though their petals are still soft. Then no matter whatever she does, they will never look up again. They keep wilting slowly - dying. It doesn't matter how many times she waters them or give them plant nourishment, they are finished now. She can only wait for them to die out completely and disappear... only to become a memory for some time, and then forgotten.

This is how a heart breaks.

Confused.. to the core...

आज सकाळी ऑफिसमध्ये गेलो तेव्हा तीच न्यूज flash होत होती..
मन बधीर झालं..
काय.. कोण.. काहीच कळेनासं झालं होतं..
साधारण पुढचा अर्धा तास कामात लक्षच लागलं नाही..
ऑफिसच्या बाल्कनी मध्ये कॉफी चा मग घेऊन उभा होतो..
मनात आलं.. की आयुष्य किती क्षणभंगूर आहे..
सकाळी घरून निघताना.. "येतो.." असं म्हणून गेलेले लोकं कधीच पुन्हा घरी परतणार नाहीत..?
A Wednesday पिक्चर आठवला..
आपण खूप लवकर used to होऊन जातो.. आता ही गोष्ट चांगली की वाईट हे काही मला कळत नाहीये..
आणि यंदा तर अतिरेक्यांना ही दोष देता येणार नाही..
आपल्या लोकांना फोन केला.. सगळे सुखरूप आहेत नं हे चेक केलं.. channel बदलून बदलून बघितलं की नक्की काय झालं.. थोड्याफार अफवा ऐकू आल्या.. "आपण" सुरक्षित आहोत नं? मग काय तर...
सकाळी पेपर मध्ये वाचू सगळं नीट..
इतका स्वार्थी झालोय मी??
आज सकाळी मी घरून निघालो तेव्हा नीलायम theatre पाशी traffic jam होतं..
एवढी लोकं थांबून बघतायत हे बघून मला वाटलं की एखादा accident झाला असेल.. किंवा शूटिंग चालू असेल...
आपल्याला कुठला आलाय वेळ???
सकाळी ९.३० वाजता कार्ड स्वाईप झालं पाहिजे.. या नादात मी पुढे गेलो..
आणि नंतर खरंच जाणवलं.. आईचा फोन आला.. पोचलास नं नीट? असं असं झालं म्हणे तुझ्या जायच्या रस्त्यावरच..
तेव्हा मी सुद्धा तुटक तुटक च बोललो आई शी.. काम महत्त्वाचं वाटलं मला तेव्हा...
आता कळतंय... मी खरंच खूप स्वार्थी वागलो.. रादर झालोय मी स्वार्थी.. स्वतःची आणि फक्त आपल्या लोकांचीच काळजी करावीशी वाटते मला हल्ली...
दुनिया गेली तेल लावत..
पण नंतर जेव्हा मी माझ्या ताई शी gtalk वरून बोललो तेव्हा खूप जास्त हेल्पलेस वाटलं...
ताई नी समजावायचा प्रयत्न केला.. मी ही समजून घ्यायचा प्रयत्न केला..
पण मी स्वार्थी झालोय हे नक्की..
पण मग स्वार्थी झालो तर मग मला हळहळ का वाटली??
डोकं सुन्न का झालं??
तो अर्धा तास मला युगासारखा वाटला??
घरी येताना त्याच रस्त्यावर २ मिनिट थांबावसं वाटलं.. पण नाही थांबलो..
घरी जायची ओढ लागली होती..
स्वार्थीपणा बोलवत होता..


I know this is a very confused post... but really, this is exactly what I am feeling.. right now..

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

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.

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! ;)

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! :)