Monday, October 25, 2010

How terrible it is to wake up and suddenly realize the whole day has passed when you were happily sleeping
How heart wrenching it is to see those loads of exciting and necessary stuff left incomplete since you were sleeping
How painful it is to realize you have missed your deadlines and not honoured your commitments just because you were shamelessly sleeping
How pathetic it is to realize you were not even aware of what was happening around you
How different am I from the drunkard rolling in the road
Each of us has our own reasons to justify our action
Though the reasons are different the underlying truth is the same
Both of us are escaping from the reality and finding solace in some chemical composition
I am sure the fiery tiger and majestic lion there in the nature’s abode doesn’t depend on painkiller
So be I…
I chose to be a majestic lion rather than a shameless drunkard
Let me not try to escape the reality
Come what may I will go through it rather than getting lost in the sleep
Anyhow the pain is not gonna kill me; it just gonna hurt me
Nothing can beat the pain of regret over lost time
Let me not go through that pain too
Let me change these trying days to interesting days
Let my days be not controlled by crazy chemicals but by mighty thoughts and worthy actions

Sunday, October 24, 2010

Lucky are those whose dream doesn’t turn to nightmare when reality hit them
Smart are those who have sense to wake up from the nightmare once it’s no more a sweet dream
Brave are those who dare to dream again even though they know the pain of nightmare

Friday, October 22, 2010

Its ok to be cool
Until others make you a fool
Its ok to become such a fool
Until those others think its cool to become such a fool for you
Never forget the rule of reciprocity
As its the greatest injustice you can do for those who truly value you!

Thursday, October 21, 2010

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

The best part in knowing you is I am discovering a part of myself
The worst part in missing you is I am missing a part of myself

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Believe me
Right now there is a Pandora and the genie sitting with you
Don’t look around just look inside your heart
Yeah there in your heart sits Pandora waiting eagerly to open your box of miseries
And there in the same heart sits Genie wishing you could find him and give him a chance to change things for you
Just when things are not right
Just when you have ample time in hand
The silly Pandora comes running to you eager to unlock your box of miseries
You like a fool let the silly Pandora open the box and get lost in the dark pain
Poor Genie waits for you wishing you would pick up the lamp and call it just to make things better
Why should you choose darkness when the magic lamp waits crying for your attention?
Just stop for a moment before falling a prey to Pandora
Just ask this simple question
“So what? What next?”
Believe me you have scratched the magic lamp
Believe me genie is gonna come and throw new light on things
I assure you things are gonna be better...

Thursday, October 14, 2010

He & She

He envies her as she lose nothing
She envies him as he had something to lose
He wish she knew the pain of losing
She wish he knew the pain of hoping
He wish he could be strong, tight lipped like her
She wish she could open up at times like him and just break down
At times he wonders what’s running in her head
All the times she wonders what’s running in his head
There sits he and she teasing each other and happily laughing
None ready to acknowledge their silent wishes but
Both respect and pray for the other’s wishes
There sits he and she silently thanking each other for their friendship…

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Believe all is fine
Never whine
As life is a wine
No matter how hard people trample on you and leave you crushed in the dark
No matter how horrible, hopeless and pathetic things are right now
Sooner or later you are going to turn into something fine
Longer your suffering in the darkness better gonna be your pricing and positioning
Never think about what you lose and sigh
Ever remember to keep your spirits high
So come what may
Let me hear you say

Monday, October 11, 2010

Smile anyhow
Crack joke somehow
Forgive now; Though
Forget not the show
Hesitate not to give and care
As long as its not for name and fame
Hesitate not to point out and disapprove
As long as its not out of ego
But out of love and amigo
Its ok to imagine things are right
As long as it doesn’t blind your sight

Friday, October 8, 2010

It doesn’t hurt a lot

When there is enough in ones heart

Only few things hurt

It’s the long drive I ride in my white bucephalus

It’s the peaceful library with familiar faces

It’s the steaming tea we have together

It’s only the friendly faces and happy banter

Let me stop here as I can’t go further

What the hell am I doing here?

Trying to stay cheerful listening to some nonsense

When I must be in the class listening to the project sense

Why is it like that I always lose everything I like?

Thursday, October 7, 2010

In Retrospect

Its Friday!!! I was busy preparing snacks for little Vinni who will be returning tired from his dance class. My man was busing chopping vegetables for dinner. Once Anu, mother of Vinni returns from the office she will take care of Vinni and the chopped vegetables. I and my man will be all set for a walk to the temple down the lane or for a happy chat with acquaintances in the park round the corner.

Just like how many things have changed all these years there are many things which remain unchanged too. Inclusion of Iniyan,our son, daughter in law and a grand child are the changes in our life. Our personal space is the unchanged one. No matter it has been forty years past our marriage or the varied roles donned by us we always make it a point to have our own personal space and never to underperform our most important role. Life partners! I would like to call soulmates as the word partner kindle my MBA brain and the M&A course in our b school. Friday evenings are meant for us . Us in the truest sense. Only for him and me. Saturday evening are for Vinni’s dad and mom when we enjoy our second childhood with Vinni. Sunday nights are for all of us to explore new places and criticize movies, technology,policies, lack of yellow color pencil boxes in landmark, the mystery of Vinni’s missing erasers, the puzzle of why Iniyan’s white shirt always get stained and what not.

So now you should feel the excitement in the first sentence. It’s Friday!! Today’s plan is to go to the concert to listen to the lovely performance by a well acclaimed artist. So after a blissful experience at Sabha we went to our favorite café coffee day overlooking besant nagar beach. After discussing about music, politics, Vinni’s latest mischief, things to buy for Anu, our son’s naughtiness in the same café 20 yrs ago suddenly something grabbed our attention. There we could see fastidious ladies of all ages coming out of the mahalakshmi temple with a bigger than usual bindhi, lamps and solemn expression. “Hey Ladies are looking gorgeous today. what’s the occasion?” he asked playfully winking at me. I rackled my brain and then realized it must be a sumangali puja done in Friday. I replied casually “Oh it must be that sumangali puja now these temples run so successfully. Can you believe how much they charge? 1000 bucks for each. Great business model monetizing these ladies sentiments. I am sure none of the organizer families’ ladies are over here. Sentimental idiots! ”. “Ah my dear stop your intellectual talk. Dint you whisper something extremely sentimental yesterday night. “. I stopped sipping my green apple soda in horror and stared at him. Aren’t people supposed to lose memory when they grow old? Are it just works the opposite way in guys? I retorted, “You are really growing old dear. Stop imagining”. He laughed,” No no. I remember it quite distinctly. You were quite absorbed in Winnie,the pooh with our little Vinni. But suddenly you stopped reading, looked at me and whispered in my ears assuming I am asleep. Hmmm.. What is it?” He was busy thinking. I tried to stay cool and replied non chalantly, “Ah! I must have told something horrible about you. “He replied equally, “Ah! I know you would be more than happy to do such a thing when I am wide awake right in my face. Oh yeah! You told if you were to live for 100 days I will live for 99 days! “I was dumbstruck. All I could do was to tell, “Lol. Keep dreaming old man. But it sounds cool. I and my boyfriends would empty your bank balance in 99th day and throw you in pavement in 100th day. Better be careful darling” He replied imitating my tone and playfully dancing for an imaginary tone, “Don’t worry sweetheart! Don’t you remember my girlfriends are filthy rich. 100th day I will be in Hawaii dancing with them without you nagging me. Cool” Both of us burst out laughing knowing none of us mean what we say. We could see many heads turning at us with surprised stares.

Little did they know only the trust and the love which hasn’t replaced our friendship could make this. I am not sure whether this conversation would have ended in a similar note had it been between those lost in their own world couple over there. I believe every relationship maturity can be assessed by the friendliness in it. Everything starts with the friendship and ends with it. The foolishness like ego, possessiveness all comes in the middle when we are hell bent in proving to each other our love and forgetting the true essence and joy of love. Why should we call anything that cause suffering as love. Why do people doubt, nag, inflict and undergo suffering all in the name of love. How much joy this mankind has lost by not asking a single question to itself, “How can you love when you can’t trust? “

My philosophical thoughts were suspended for a while as there was a serious threat to my brownie. Yes. He has finished eating his and next target will be mine. So I started attacking my brownie. BTW did I whispered something sentimental yesterday? Yes I did. But not the one he told.

It is “If you were to live for 100 days I want to live for 101 days!”

To be continued…

Note: Being my first attempt in story writing would love to hear your comments.

Friday, October 1, 2010

Best way to hurt someone who understands you well is to expect them to accept all you do
Its not very different from expecting a fish to accept and survive in the land since it understands science
Please do remember it just kills...