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.

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.

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!

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

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! ;)

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.

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.

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

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.

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.