Showing posts with label Lovestruck. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lovestruck. Show all posts
Monday, November 28
Whattey!
'Tu kab marr rahi hai?'
'Ye bhi mazakh hai?'
'Nai nai, ye toh bada serious hai... Teri factory mein ab khoon hi nahi banta?'
'Chahte kya ho tum?'
'Poochna chahta hoon. Tere is ghar mein security alarm toh nahi hai?'
'Kyon? kya karne wale ho?'
'Pooch raha hoon. Prague wala alarm toh bada tez tha. Ek second mein lightein bhi on ho gayin charon taraf. Scene hi badal gaya sara. Aisi bhi security hoti hai pata hi nahi tha. Hi-tech tha bada... Tujhe bahar nahi aana tha Heer. Ab na, mujhe tere paas aana padega.'
'... Jordan... Mat karo ye... Main bardasht nahi kar paaungi'
'Ye main kar raha hoon? Tune kaha meri shakal nahi dekhni. Main aaya tere aage? Do saal mein call ki tujhe? Maine toh yahan tak koshish ki sochun bhi na tere baare mein. Par kya hua? Ye tu hai. Mere saamne khadi hai. Teri samajh mein nahi aayi Heer? Ye kuch aur hai. Jo tujhe aur mujhe saath la raha hai. Reh nahi na paaye hum alag. Nahi reh paaye. Main aaj itni badi hasti hoon Heer. Star hoon main! Itne saare paise hai mere paas. Famous hoon. Par andar, pata hai sirf jalan hai mere andar, bechaini hai. Main sirf tere saath hi set hoon yaar. itti si baat hai. Aur tu bhi. Mere saath nahi hoti toh koi jaanleva bimari ho jaati hai tujhe. Khoon-shoon ban-na band ho jata hai tere andar.'
'Main marr rahi hoon Jordan. Shayad kuch mahine, ya ek saal. Uske baad... main marr jaaungi.'
'Aur jo na marri toh? Tujhe kuch bhi na hua toh? Toh tu meri ho jaayegi?'
'...Jordan... Mujhe hug kar sakte ho?'
Sunday, May 17
Love or Obsession?
While swapping the channels last night on the idiot box, I chanced to get a glimpse of the movie ‘Tere Naam’. It was a hit, but I dint like the movie in the first place, though being a movie buff, could not gather my courage to watch it till the end.
This aspect of love scares me, rather it scares everyone.
Blackmailing the other person in the name of love is pure torture.
One side effect of close friendship is when the ‘infatuation’ or ‘liking’ factor arrives in between close friends, carrying on with normal friendship becomes impossible.
I am a common friend to such a case.
The guy started falling for his closest friend. Even though being aware from the day one that she will never get involved, he developed an obsession for her. When it became intolerable for him, he finally told her expecting an explosive reaction from her end. She tried hard to persuade him to be normal with her and forget all this rubbish for old times’ sake. But he came down to emotionally blackmailing her. Threatening her that he will do something to himself and she will be responsible. This mania of his took the girl into depression.
The reasons being-
a) She could not see her once best friend in such pathetic condition,
b) She wanted to get back being friends,
c) She took it to her nerves that someone was suffering because of her.
It is a real distress for a person when someone tries to beguile them inducing into a relationship when they are genuinely not interested.
Some guys take this rejection as their male ego issue, unable to take that how can the girl dump them. And another new season of emotional blackmail, perseverance, and torture starts. Gaining sympathy is one weapon guys generally use with girls. They pretend to be in such pain and wretchedness that the girls commiserate them and fall in the trap and start comforting them. As the time lingers, the girl, who initially had no feelings from the heart for the guy, begins to apprehend the trap, feels ditched. She makes out everything falling in the place and the forced relationship takes the turn towards hatred and reaches height of tolerance and the friendship factor is long forgotten.
The sole motive of this whole crap is I strongly feel that contrived relationships donot work out and the friendship factor also goes in vain. And once it goes, friendship doesn’t come back.
Blackmailing the other person in the name of love is pure torture.
One side effect of close friendship is when the ‘infatuation’ or ‘liking’ factor arrives in between close friends, carrying on with normal friendship becomes impossible.
I am a common friend to such a case.
The guy started falling for his closest friend. Even though being aware from the day one that she will never get involved, he developed an obsession for her. When it became intolerable for him, he finally told her expecting an explosive reaction from her end. She tried hard to persuade him to be normal with her and forget all this rubbish for old times’ sake. But he came down to emotionally blackmailing her. Threatening her that he will do something to himself and she will be responsible. This mania of his took the girl into depression.
The reasons being-
a) She could not see her once best friend in such pathetic condition,
b) She wanted to get back being friends,
c) She took it to her nerves that someone was suffering because of her.
It is a real distress for a person when someone tries to beguile them inducing into a relationship when they are genuinely not interested.
Some guys take this rejection as their male ego issue, unable to take that how can the girl dump them. And another new season of emotional blackmail, perseverance, and torture starts. Gaining sympathy is one weapon guys generally use with girls. They pretend to be in such pain and wretchedness that the girls commiserate them and fall in the trap and start comforting them. As the time lingers, the girl, who initially had no feelings from the heart for the guy, begins to apprehend the trap, feels ditched. She makes out everything falling in the place and the forced relationship takes the turn towards hatred and reaches height of tolerance and the friendship factor is long forgotten.
The sole motive of this whole crap is I strongly feel that contrived relationships donot work out and the friendship factor also goes in vain. And once it goes, friendship doesn’t come back.
“Rehman dhaaga prem ka mat todo chatkaye,
Jode se phirr na jude, jude to gaanthh pad jaaye”
Jode se phirr na jude, jude to gaanthh pad jaaye”
Friday, February 27
What is it all about?
I wanted to share another incidence with you guys- my bua (dad's sis) believes in astrology and all and she took me to an astrologer (that is another torture story, some other time). There was a guy with his mother who was getting horoscopes matched.
The case was a love story, the astrologer was saying that this is not a suitable match as the girl’s stars dint match with the guy's so the guy could fall fatally ill after the wedding. The guy's mother seemed scared, but the guy was cool, he rather asked the astrologer if this union would not harm the girl. The astrologer said, it will be okay with her.. And he told her mother that we won’t tell this thing to girl's family.
Other people present over there were all stunned on the guy's reaction and started whispering things like 'love is blind' and stuff..
Yes, I agree it was brave of the guy and totally in love with the girl, but on the second thoughts, God forbids, if such thing happens to them after the wedding, the problem guy shall face can’t be overseen, but what about the girl? If something happens to the guy, the girl shall remain alone to suffer..
It isn't fair as far as my logic understand that. Tell me your stakes guys. Please note that I am not talking about belief in Astrology.
Tuesday, February 24
A so-not-ordinary tale V
Read Part I, Part II, Part III and Part IV
And the entrepreneur of the year award goes to... MR. GHAINT!! With this award, he announced his retirement and also the successor to his empire- his daughter Ms. Dimple. To congratulate him personally, type CONG space your message and send it to 555555.
And the entrepreneur of the year award goes to... MR. GHAINT!! With this award, he announced his retirement and also the successor to his empire- his daughter Ms. Dimple. To congratulate him personally, type CONG space your message and send it to 555555.
She switched off her television. 40 years, she thought. And he named his daughter after me.. She picked up her cell phone and typed the message.
CONG I knew I would see you someday on TV.
Half an hour later, her phone rang, private number calling..
“Hello?”
“Dimple? Is that you?”
“Ghaint? Congratulations..”
“I knew you could not hold back after seeing me on TV”
“and your daughter..”
“Yes that’s your name Dimple..”
“That’s so sweet of u..”
“How’s your family? How’s Vikram??”
“He passed away two years back in a car accident.”
“Oh I am sorry.. For not being there when you needed me..”
“Its all right.. How about Nikita?”
“Oh.. She has pursued the path of moksha.. Learning the Art of living..”
“Don’t tell me”
“I am telling you”
“Should I be sorry??”
“oh no, no need.. But I miss her, she was a good wife..”
“I understand.. After Vikram..”
“So where are you now?”
“Nainitaal. I love this place. Vikram built us a cottage here to spend our late years. He ditched me, but then I came here alone..”
“Alone?? Are you crazy?? I am coming tomorrow..”
“Its all right. I am doing fine..”
“I am coming tomorrow.”
And he disconnected.
Next day, when her door bell rang, she found those teenage butterflies fluttering around in her stomach. She opened the door and they stood looking at each other for a while.
She asked him to come in and he embraced her in a tight hug. It was affectionate and warm, of old friends.
She made him coffee and they sat talking about the beauty of the town.
All of sudden, he said "you have aged gracefully, u look beautiful than ever".
She bantered "but you have a receding hair line"
“Abhi to main jawan hoon" he sang.
"You are humming a 150 years old song and say you are young. How ironic"
And this made them roll laughing.
They had dinner and sat on the couch talking, about each other's lives. That’s when he said "I have missed you in my life- in each high and low, I wanted you to be there, to have stood by me"
"I too have missed you"
"I am sorry Dimple."
"No Ghaint, I have been very happy with Vikram."
"I am sure you have been. But I still want you.. Badly. Its not too late, we can still start afresh"
And he hugged her tight.
“Do you remember I always used to say that I wanted to die in your arms?” Dimple muttered after a while.
"hmmm"
"Thanks for granting that wish of mine"
“What rubbish Dimple?” And he jerked her away from the embrace.
"Dimple!! Dimple!! No you can’t do that to me. Open your eyes Dimple!!”
Her eyes were closed. Her face had a startling glow. She had a blindening aura. Her wish was granted..
Friday, February 20
A so-not-ordinary tale IV
Read Part I, Part II, Part III
Trrrrrrrrrrrrriiiinnnnggg!!
It was her alarm. She woke up with a faint smile recalling the last night's mushy dream.
She had taken an off from work that day as she had to attend a friends wedding. When she told Ghaint about it, he had simply asked "and when are you getting married?" she had simply answered "as soon as my folks fix me up".
It was just last night and this morning, her mom told her that they have fixed up a meeting for her with a guy the coming weekend. She was numb!!
But then she gave it a thorough thought, she recalled the day when she had brought up the issue with Ghaint. She was bitten by the love bug those days, while Ghaint was withdrawn.
"lets figure out na something, it is killing to think about being with someone else while being in Love with you"
"you suggest something"
"if you agree, I can wait for you.."
"but that's not feasible nor is it logical. I have not taken a decision on my life as yet."
She had never talked about it again.
Dimple finally decided to show up for the meeting.
As the day approached new, her anxiety kept on building up. On the night before the meeting, she was very nervous and scared that she could not think of anything else and ended up calling Ghaint. All he could manage was "do not worry, everything will be all right", he comforted her and guided her to behave normally with the guy.
Next day, when she arrived at the pre decided restaurant, she spotted Vikram in a white bush-shirt comfortably seated on the couch waiting for her.
When she approached him, he stood up and greeted her, he looked even handsome live than in his photographs. The very first thing he said was "I feel very weird in this kind of arrangement, lets cut the formalities and start with being friends. What say?"
Dimple smiled and shook his hand. She had a click in the back of her mind that this guy wasn't a despo waiting for the first chance to screw things up but a genuinely decent guy.
She spent an hour with him and the meeting had turned into an old friends reunion kind of thing. Before she left, he had asked her to see her again if their families permitted and then decide. She had a feeling even if the things do not work out for the unison, they could be friends after all.
Later that night, she told Ghaint about the meeting and he was equally excited to know about the guy. He said "do tell him next time, that you come in a package deal with me" and this called for a laugh.
After another few meetings with Vikram, she agreed to marry him.
Ghaint texted her "finally the dooms day has arrived- my only friend is getting married". She did not reply at all.
It was very hard for her. But she was strong enough. She had prepared herself. She remembered how once drenched in love, Ghaint had sent her a handwritten poem but she, detached those days, had said "In DDLJ, when Kajol returns from Europe, she tells her mom 'wo hawa ke ek tez jhonke ki tarah aaya aur mujhe pata hi nahi chal ke main kab uske saath udti chali gayi'; Please do not be that hawa ka jhonka"
Ghaint had replied "okay, ill try my level best"
The wedding day was approaching, the time was running out. Her banters with Ghaint kept shrinking. He was moving away from her, she had expected it. He avoided her calls and did not reply to her texts.
Irritated, she texted him "Why is it are you avoiding me? We are still friends and we knew this day would come"
"I am not avoiding you, I am just giving you time to spend with Vikram. he is the one you ll be spending your life with"
"Its not about Vikram, its about YOU and I"
"We are still friends and will always be."
"When are you coming for the wedding?"
"On the day itself, if my exams do not get scheduled"
"Dare you miss the wedding, I do not give a damn about your exams"
"I too want to be there, I have to see the Idiot who is in love with you."
Trrrrrrrrrrrrriiiinnnnggg!!
It was her alarm. She woke up with a faint smile recalling the last night's mushy dream.
She had taken an off from work that day as she had to attend a friends wedding. When she told Ghaint about it, he had simply asked "and when are you getting married?" she had simply answered "as soon as my folks fix me up".
It was just last night and this morning, her mom told her that they have fixed up a meeting for her with a guy the coming weekend. She was numb!!
But then she gave it a thorough thought, she recalled the day when she had brought up the issue with Ghaint. She was bitten by the love bug those days, while Ghaint was withdrawn.
"lets figure out na something, it is killing to think about being with someone else while being in Love with you"
"you suggest something"
"if you agree, I can wait for you.."
"but that's not feasible nor is it logical. I have not taken a decision on my life as yet."
She had never talked about it again.
Dimple finally decided to show up for the meeting.
As the day approached new, her anxiety kept on building up. On the night before the meeting, she was very nervous and scared that she could not think of anything else and ended up calling Ghaint. All he could manage was "do not worry, everything will be all right", he comforted her and guided her to behave normally with the guy.
Next day, when she arrived at the pre decided restaurant, she spotted Vikram in a white bush-shirt comfortably seated on the couch waiting for her.
When she approached him, he stood up and greeted her, he looked even handsome live than in his photographs. The very first thing he said was "I feel very weird in this kind of arrangement, lets cut the formalities and start with being friends. What say?"
Dimple smiled and shook his hand. She had a click in the back of her mind that this guy wasn't a despo waiting for the first chance to screw things up but a genuinely decent guy.
She spent an hour with him and the meeting had turned into an old friends reunion kind of thing. Before she left, he had asked her to see her again if their families permitted and then decide. She had a feeling even if the things do not work out for the unison, they could be friends after all.
Later that night, she told Ghaint about the meeting and he was equally excited to know about the guy. He said "do tell him next time, that you come in a package deal with me" and this called for a laugh.
After another few meetings with Vikram, she agreed to marry him.
Ghaint texted her "finally the dooms day has arrived- my only friend is getting married". She did not reply at all.
It was very hard for her. But she was strong enough. She had prepared herself. She remembered how once drenched in love, Ghaint had sent her a handwritten poem but she, detached those days, had said "In DDLJ, when Kajol returns from Europe, she tells her mom 'wo hawa ke ek tez jhonke ki tarah aaya aur mujhe pata hi nahi chal ke main kab uske saath udti chali gayi'; Please do not be that hawa ka jhonka"
Ghaint had replied "okay, ill try my level best"
The wedding day was approaching, the time was running out. Her banters with Ghaint kept shrinking. He was moving away from her, she had expected it. He avoided her calls and did not reply to her texts.
Irritated, she texted him "Why is it are you avoiding me? We are still friends and we knew this day would come"
"I am not avoiding you, I am just giving you time to spend with Vikram. he is the one you ll be spending your life with"
"Its not about Vikram, its about YOU and I"
"We are still friends and will always be."
"When are you coming for the wedding?"
"On the day itself, if my exams do not get scheduled"
"Dare you miss the wedding, I do not give a damn about your exams"
"I too want to be there, I have to see the Idiot who is in love with you."
~next and hopefully the concluding part coming soon~
Friday, February 13
A so-not-ordinary tale III
"Office nahi jana?"
Dimple was jerked back into present with her mother's voice.
Dimple was jerked back into present with her mother's voice.
"Coming mumma" she replied and got ready for another hectic day at work.
Before she started her work at office, she checked her emails, no mails from Ghaint, 'okay', she though and resumed her work.
She was heading home after a tiring day when her cell phone rang.
Ghaint calling..
Before she started her work at office, she checked her emails, no mails from Ghaint, 'okay', she though and resumed her work.
She was heading home after a tiring day when her cell phone rang.
Ghaint calling..
"haanji.."
"where are you?"
"I am on my way back home."
"Okay get back when you get home."
"yeah, I too got something to talk to you."
"Miss you"
"I too"
She disconnected.
When she lay in her bed after a long banter with Ghaint later that night, the flashback resumed from the scene, she had put it in the halt that morning.
"where are you?"
"I am on my way back home."
"Okay get back when you get home."
"yeah, I too got something to talk to you."
"Miss you"
"I too"
She disconnected.
When she lay in her bed after a long banter with Ghaint later that night, the flashback resumed from the scene, she had put it in the halt that morning.
Love was in the air. Dimple was drenched in the sweet words Ghaint used to tell her, the songs he sung to her.She hadn't felt this way ever before. Ghaint was turning out to be a dream come true which she never even dreamt of.
Their relationship was a perfect one, understanding without stating, giving without expecting.
Only exception was they had different priorities in life. And they knew it since day 1.
Dimple was preparing herself for the job she had to join in the coming months and Ghaint was preparing for the entrance exams he had to take.
The days got busy for Ghaint.
Realizing this, a month later he told "I am sorry I brought you to this".
"I volunteered to come along, you dint forcefully bring me" she replied. That was the end of the issue.
Dimple had joined her work, which was very hard and she could not devote much time talking to him.
They had channelized their feelings for each other and had become best friends again. She detached herself completely from him, she avoided even thinking about the days filled with love.
But they still felt blessed to have found each other.
Ghiant appeared for the exams and was successfully selected for his destiny.
Finally the day arrived when Ghaint had to move away. It was a heart breaking day for both of them.
~next part coming soon~
Sunday, February 8
A so-not-ordinary tale II
Read Part I- here.
Beep Beep!!
Dimple struggled to open her eyes to read the text message.
"I am falling in love with u all over again" it read.
The six inch curve appeared on her face as she pulled the blanket over her face and closed her eyes again.
She fumbled for her cellphone with closed eyes in the bed first thing in the morning before opening her eyes and read the text again. It said
Beep Beep!!
Dimple struggled to open her eyes to read the text message.
"I am falling in love with u all over again" it read.
The six inch curve appeared on her face as she pulled the blanket over her face and closed her eyes again.
She fumbled for her cellphone with closed eyes in the bed first thing in the morning before opening her eyes and read the text again. It said
"I am falling in love with u all over again".
Sender: Ghaint.
Recieved 2 am.
'Spare me God' she prayed getting out of the bed lazily. 'Is he prone to some kind of fits' she thought. 'when I am gushed in love, he doesnt feel and when I start detching myself, the cupid finds him out of the blues..'
The thoughts rail drove her down the memory lane. How had she met him- in the youth festival, their attchment, their friendship and his birthday a month later. They had become 'best friends ever' in a short time of days.
She wanted to wish him at 12, but something stopped her, she disconnected the call thrice after dialling and finally sent him a text wishing him birthday.
And his reply "it would have felt better if u had called up. thnx anyways". She had recognized the anguish in that text. She thought 'how could it be? i havent known him for even a month..'
The ceaseless text messages between them had become so addictive for her, harldy a minute would pass without a message.
She had been expecting the explosion any day since his birthday. And it happened a week later. He was not talking to her. She texted him, called him, but he dint reply. She was getting impatient. And finally she texted him
The ceaseless text messages between them had become so addictive for her, harldy a minute would pass without a message.
She had been expecting the explosion any day since his birthday. And it happened a week later. He was not talking to her. She texted him, called him, but he dint reply. She was getting impatient. And finally she texted him
"why are you behaving wierd? are u annoyed or wat?
and he replied "practicing a day without you.." 
"wuss the need? I aint going anywhere yet."
"what if you do, I am getting addicted to you"
"I dunno what to say.. I am already addicted I guess..."
"say.. donot stop yourself"
"Ïts very strange, it has only been a month since I know you, but I cant help falling for u"
"I hope u donot regret it?"
"ohkay, so you aint feeling the same way? or will u keep on asking me?"
"Would it be okay if I say 'I do'?"
"My heartbeat must be around 200bpm now, u r giving me goosebumps"
"my my!! Hold me near hold me tight, lemme feel those beats ;) "
"wuss the need? I aint going anywhere yet."
"what if you do, I am getting addicted to you"
"I dunno what to say.. I am already addicted I guess..."
"say.. donot stop yourself"
"Ïts very strange, it has only been a month since I know you, but I cant help falling for u"
"I hope u donot regret it?"
"ohkay, so you aint feeling the same way? or will u keep on asking me?"
"Would it be okay if I say 'I do'?"
"My heartbeat must be around 200bpm now, u r giving me goosebumps"
"my my!! Hold me near hold me tight, lemme feel those beats ;) "
And it went on and on till 5 in the morning as their fingers went sore of typing the messages..
~next part coming soon~
Tuesday, December 23
My journey from being Single towards Ready to Mingle
A friend asked me a weird question- Why am I single as yet??
Being my crammed answer, I repeated that 'I haven't found someone as appealing as yet' :D
But then, I guess its high time now, since all the Mission Dulha Dhoondo going on, I have to release my stake as well :D
Well, I got no hard n fast rules to like some one.
But yeah, the only thing that I like in a guy/ gal/ person is wits.
And besides, not being modest, in a guy, I look for the spark in the eyes, a b'ful- contagious smile- that can bring me to smile too and good hair :D
Now, I know this is what everyone likes, but still, it takes a great deal for me to make confessions :D
But if you ask me, my guy, well besides being nice, gentleman, the personality is important too.
The inner and outer things separated you know.
I mean I would never liked to be seen with a guy who doesn't carry himself well. That doesn't mean I would want my guy to wear no less than Versace, but yeah, whatever he wears, he should carry it well, so well that people look back at him :D
He has to have an elegant posture, a good body language is a must, I do not ask for a hunk, muscular, toned body, I always say, I feel like those hunks got muscles in their brains too ;)
Additional advantage to those who have a good sense of accessories too ;)
Then, he has to be verbose. Good communication skills, unlimited vocab and knowledge is vital. Since I run of topics in a conversation, he has to be an initiator, and most important of all, he should have the ability of keeping me interested :D
Most sought attributes are- love for music and dance.
As far as internal, humane part of him is concerned, obviously, I mean chilled out totally. Space is what i need the most- breathing space. Well, I would like to be a part of someones life, not all of it. I dun want him to treat me like a princess or something, but just casual.
I feel, to be my mate, he will have to be my friend.
Loving/ caring part, I dunno, but yes, one thing I can ask for is if he could listen to me sometimes would do just great...
Signing off for now..
XOXO!!
P.S. This not at all an inviting alliances post. :D
Being my crammed answer, I repeated that 'I haven't found someone as appealing as yet' :D
But then, I guess its high time now, since all the Mission Dulha Dhoondo going on, I have to release my stake as well :D
Well, I got no hard n fast rules to like some one.
But yeah, the only thing that I like in a guy/ gal/ person is wits.
And besides, not being modest, in a guy, I look for the spark in the eyes, a b'ful- contagious smile- that can bring me to smile too and good hair :D
Now, I know this is what everyone likes, but still, it takes a great deal for me to make confessions :D
But if you ask me, my guy, well besides being nice, gentleman, the personality is important too.
The inner and outer things separated you know.
I mean I would never liked to be seen with a guy who doesn't carry himself well. That doesn't mean I would want my guy to wear no less than Versace, but yeah, whatever he wears, he should carry it well, so well that people look back at him :D
He has to have an elegant posture, a good body language is a must, I do not ask for a hunk, muscular, toned body, I always say, I feel like those hunks got muscles in their brains too ;)
Additional advantage to those who have a good sense of accessories too ;)
Then, he has to be verbose. Good communication skills, unlimited vocab and knowledge is vital. Since I run of topics in a conversation, he has to be an initiator, and most important of all, he should have the ability of keeping me interested :D
Most sought attributes are- love for music and dance.
As far as internal, humane part of him is concerned, obviously, I mean chilled out totally. Space is what i need the most- breathing space. Well, I would like to be a part of someones life, not all of it. I dun want him to treat me like a princess or something, but just casual.
I feel, to be my mate, he will have to be my friend.
Loving/ caring part, I dunno, but yes, one thing I can ask for is if he could listen to me sometimes would do just great...
Signing off for now..
XOXO!!
P.S. This not at all an inviting alliances post. :D
Monday, November 3
Forget Love, I would rather fall in Chocolate
Warning- The title is deceptive.Love- the most widely talked about emotion in the world..
But love?
I just happen to write this post- thanks to Mr. Paulo Coelho. After I finished his last issue- The witch of Portobello, I had kind of sworn not to get another one from the master story teller, but then I happened to been gifted this- his latest bestseller- Brida. (Nopes, it not a review).
Now, I havent finished it yet, but it makes me to write something about it.
The book talks abut the Witch Culture once again. *sighs* (those explanations at times make me think might I too got those witchy gifts)
And the particular thing with caught my attention and is influencing me to finish this book is that it talks about 'identifying one's Soulmate'.
Soulmate, I wondered what exactly is that? Then this book tells me- every soul in the world is fragmanted into two parts- one ying and other yang and are reborn as two different people- a concept somewhat like the diffusion I guess. And it says, each soul comes across its soulmate atleast once in its life time and it is just a matter of a spark that enables us to recognize the other part. If we get along well, the purpose of our existance is achieved and if we do not, we have to be re- incarnated. *wooh*
Not just that, how do we recognize our soulmate is rather a funnier concept- one trained in the Witch culture can recognize the soulmate as they can see a point of light just above the left shoulder of the other person. (*did i elaborate it well?*)
Few days back I were reading an article in the Times of India which talked about
the same- soulmate concept, but it said one can have as many as 7 soulmates and if you come across more than one soulmate in a lifetime, it leads to pain and sufferrings.. (hehehe- I appreciate ur guts if u have read this till here)
I mean what the heck??
Does it make senses? What occult?
Nothing unintentional, I have had my share of perplexities, not that I do not believe in love.
What I understand about the soulmate concept is- there are certain people, with who we feel complete, who complement us, but if there is a concept like this white light and finding them has to be our life purpose, with such difficulties, I say, the tile of the post sums it all up...
Thursday, October 23
A ‘so-not-ordinary’ tale
Prologue The protagonist of our story is a girl. A "so-not-ordinary-girl". At least she thought so. Only until.. She always considered herself as "so not ordinary girl", a little more witty than the crowd, not the typical nerd looking, plump, pimple faced, 2 pleads, with glasses on her eyes- not a scholar, but just an above average, smart, alert n not so pretty girl. Let's call her Dimple- (when even she smiled, her cheeks revealed beautiful trenches). She read somewhere 'talk sense to a fool and he calls you foolish', and she dint only read it, but also experienced it. As I just said, she was a little wittier than the crowd, so whenever she talked senses, the rest would be agreeing on the same wrong facts, and call her foolish. So she opted the easy way out. She talked less. In the name of 'friends', she had a few people around her, but then again, the conflicting wits. Only until this guy knocked on the heavy door of the rock-wall she had built around herself. He had come to deliver a message, but dimple did not even get to know when did he invade that rock wall and entered her life. Zonal youth festival was the ground where she came across him for the first time, it was not the usual 'first sight click', but there existed some wavelength match, none of them was looking forward even to a friendship, though a faint smile appeared on both sides on the sight of the other. The festival ended, the guy was back to his place, and Dimple was again busy with her usual routine. She never thought about him or missed him. Anyhow, they managed to add each other in friends list on a social networking site, but never communicated more than exchanging hi/hellos through scraps. Now this Guy needs a name, so we shall take it to be Ghaint (for non- Punjabis, Ghaint is a peculiar vernacular term used for MIND BLOWING). It was just a not so ordinary day in Dimple's life; she had had a very disturbing argument with one of her close friends and was feeling quiet low when her phone rang. Some unknown number flashed, she received the call, it was Ghaint calling. She was amused on how did he have her number; he told her that he had a message for her over some event of the festival they met in. She talked to him for a while over the same and disconnected which after she felt she was no longer low, he had a voice and accent of a very down to earth and humours person which lifted her spirits. That was when the spark had ignited within her, which she pretended to ignore. She usually avoided any communication with him for she had turned into a loner save a few close friends. Whenever he forwarded her SMS's, she tried not to reply to them, and it seemed a one way communication. Of what she had perceived of him in the few encounters, he was not a despo, he was just friendly. Eventually, it became hard for Dimple to avoid replying to him for his SMS's were too tricky and witty to be ignored. She was allured to answer them and solve those puzzles. He was turning out to be riddle, waiting to be solved, and dimple could not overcome the temptation of knowing him more. Ghaint was kindda person she herself was, less friends, more wits. Distinct from the crowd, busy with himself- in his own world, bindaas, cool, and more than talkative. Gradually, as the story turns out to be, they became friends, the best of friends, dependent, confiding in each other, and now the "so not ordinary" girl was no longer so. For she had come across another "so not ordinary" person. P.S. I may continue this mock-tale.
Thursday, October 2
Enlightened
"When God did not want us to be united forever, then why did he make us come across in the first part?" A friend close enough, annoyed with her incomplete love story, threw at me. Many of us come across the same question quite frequently.
Though I have been trying my level best to console her, I had no answer to this one. I could not manage one reason for the same. "He is very mean, He plays us all, and He finds it amusing when we cry" she further said.
I aint an atheist, "Come on yaar, don't say like this, He has got something better in store for you" was all I could say, though not satisfied myself. And then the thought struck to me, all spontaneous, when I threw a glance at the opposite wall where the Radha-Krishna stood lost in their love land. I was reminded of something my mom told me years ago- "though Krishna married Rukhmini, He is till date known as Radha's beloved and they are worshipped together."
Yes, His divinity, when on the planet lived as a human being, fell in love with Radha, but could not be united with Her। They are the synonyms we use for love; we worship their love for each other.
I do not mean here that true love, or the relationships people get into is as pure, as high as theirs, all I mean to say is-it is not fair to blame God for incomplete love stories at least, God himself is a victim of the same.
And now since I know it, I feel enlightened, things are way smoother. Even the friend in question too seems kind of convinced with the reasoning.
If you ask my personal opinion, I always have loved Him and believed in Him firmly. I say whatever happens, happens for good. My personal experience with Him has been the same.
Thursday, September 4
The Insensitive Me
I know I am being Insensitive, but I can't help it!! Its been almost 4 days and I've cramped my tummy, but still its hard for me to stop laughing. I know I should not spill the beans over here (but as I just said I know I am being insensitive). All out of the blues, out of nowhere, most unexpectedly, I find myself into a hyper weird teenage situation and I am wondering how to tackle with it. What do you do when your 'long forgotten I mean it is heights.. I really do not know what to say and I am saying all wrong things that would surely hurt him, besides, I am finding it amusing when things like "I cant treat u as a friend anymore" are shot on and I cant help laughing on being (un)-dignified with the adjectives like "heart-less" (this aint the first time though). Yeah yeah, I simply aint an 'Emotional Fool'!! I don't mean to make him the laughing property over here, but I am rather analysing myself on "how insensitive can I get", but even after long hours of third degree torture and question- answer sessions with myself, I still am blank. I am not able to procreate even one feeling. Nothing like I am ignorant, but I have had my share of trouble and dissonances but now I am too convinced to 'eschew any obfuscations' And I refuse to do a thing about it. P.S.- Teenage Tips are invited on how to repel such uninvited perplexities.
childhood crush' dedicates the most romantic song made in the history of Bollywood (no, I am not opening bets for guessing the song right) to you purposely and tells you that he still feels for you seriously?? Now someone tell me what else would they do besides laughing in such a state?
Tuesday, July 29
Forever..
DECLARATION- "INSPIRED FROM A TRUE INCIDENCE"
Rohan had just entered the class on the first day of his 'post- grad' when he was awestruck at an innocent face sitting at the first desk. During the introduction round in the first lecture, he heard her melodious voice telling the class that her name was Amrita. Rohan could not take his eyes off her. Those curly eye lashes, those silky hair reaching the waist of her jeans. So simple and yet so beautiful.
In the break, when all the students were interacting with each other, Rohan approached Amrita and there was an instant bonding between the two. He found her nice, down to earth and caring.
While Rohan was a chatter box, Amrita was a listener. He used to go talking for hours and Amrita would listen to him very patiently. He would tell her about his ambitions, his dreams, his plans, his family and what not and Amrita would lend him an ear, she was turning out to be a vessel Rohan could empty himself into.
Their connection was getting stronger with every passing day.
Rohan dint tell Amrita of the attraction he felt towards her but he never failed to convey her that she was his closest friend.
He was aware of the huge social distance between the two families and he was afraid of the status Amrita's father had in the city. She came from a renowned family of the city while Rohan was an ordinary middle class guy who had the responsibilities of a father-less family. Amrita too was sensitive to the consequences of their relationship of more than friendship.
Each day brought them closer. Amrita would look forward to each new day to see Rohan and discover yet another aspect of his versatile personality. She found him a friend, a buddy, a very lively person who could see her soul through her eyes.
Second semester approached and the college trip was announced to Shimla. They were both eager for the trip as they knew deep down that their intimacy will certainly grow during the outing. It was the second day of the trip and Amrita wasn't feeling well and she she decided to stay back at the hotel while others were ready for the excursion. Rohan too accompanied her. While they talked this and that, Amrita felt an unusual uneasiness in Rohan's behaviour. She asked him what was bothering him. Rohan dint say anything, he just lay his head in Amrita's lap. She knew this had to happen, she answered by keeping her head and holding on to his back. Nothing was said, and nothing was left unsaid. They were both absorbed into each other and noting else mattered at that moment. The corners of their eyes went wet. They were together into a relationship that would last 'forever'.
Time was lingering, weaving them together more tightly. They became inseparable.
It was their third semester and Rohan was among the first few people to get placed. He got a nice package in an MNC and locally. He was very happy and even happier was Amrita. She too was looking forward for her placement besides her families' pressure of not appearing for them, they wanted to get her married in a decent family as soon as possible as they still dint know of Rohan and her relationship. She dint want to tell them by the time her final semester was over. Anyhow she managed to keep her parents from getting her engaged, reasoning them that she wanted to work for sometime and not waste her education.
Their last semester approached and it was time to bid adieu to the college and Rohan joined his job and Amrita too found a job in a bank through her father's reference. They had decided to announce their relationship after an year of their respective careers. They knew amrita's family would have problems initially, but a Little effort will calm them down ultimately.
They were both happy. Rohan was now earning and helping his working mother to get some rest. Amrita was now feeling independent and assuming her responsibilities towards Rohan's family. She knew Rohan's partnership is not going to be a bed of roses for her as she was used to a leisure life but she wanted to be with him and was ready for anything that came in their way.
And something did come in their way. It had just been a few months of their blooming careers when Rohan met with an unfortunate accident that took his right arm. Amrita did not lose her strength, she stood by him all the time in the hospital, she left her job, took his care, made him eat, washed him, talked to him, consoled him, and most of all loved him.
Rohan was astonished at her perseverance. one day at the hospital when she could not control and broke down in Rohan's presence, he said "Amrita thanks for everything you have done for me. I will be indebted to you forever for loving me to this extent, but now since I am incapable and handicapped, please go and dont spoil your life."
Amrita was stunned to hear all this. all she could manage to reply was "Rohan, had I lost my arm, would you have left me??" and she walked out of the room. He felt guilty and ashamed. When she came back in the evening to see him, he said he was sorry for what he said. Amrita gave him her brightest of smiles and just said "Rohan, some relationships are forever"...
In the break, when all the students were interacting with each other, Rohan approached Amrita and there was an instant bonding between the two. He found her nice, down to earth and caring.
While Rohan was a chatter box, Amrita was a listener. He used to go talking for hours and Amrita would listen to him very patiently. He would tell her about his ambitions, his dreams, his plans, his family and what not and Amrita would lend him an ear, she was turning out to be a vessel Rohan could empty himself into.
Their connection was getting stronger with every passing day.
Rohan dint tell Amrita of the attraction he felt towards her but he never failed to convey her that she was his closest friend.
He was aware of the huge social distance between the two families and he was afraid of the status Amrita's father had in the city. She came from a renowned family of the city while Rohan was an ordinary middle class guy who had the responsibilities of a father-less family. Amrita too was sensitive to the consequences of their relationship of more than friendship.
Each day brought them closer. Amrita would look forward to each new day to see Rohan and discover yet another aspect of his versatile personality. She found him a friend, a buddy, a very lively person who could see her soul through her eyes.
Second semester approached and the college trip was announced to Shimla. They were both eager for the trip as they knew deep down that their intimacy will certainly grow during the outing. It was the second day of the trip and Amrita wasn't feeling well and she she decided to stay back at the hotel while others were ready for the excursion. Rohan too accompanied her. While they talked this and that, Amrita felt an unusual uneasiness in Rohan's behaviour. She asked him what was bothering him. Rohan dint say anything, he just lay his head in Amrita's lap. She knew this had to happen, she answered by keeping her head and holding on to his back. Nothing was said, and nothing was left unsaid. They were both absorbed into each other and noting else mattered at that moment. The corners of their eyes went wet. They were together into a relationship that would last 'forever'.
Time was lingering, weaving them together more tightly. They became inseparable.
It was their third semester and Rohan was among the first few people to get placed. He got a nice package in an MNC and locally. He was very happy and even happier was Amrita. She too was looking forward for her placement besides her families' pressure of not appearing for them, they wanted to get her married in a decent family as soon as possible as they still dint know of Rohan and her relationship. She dint want to tell them by the time her final semester was over. Anyhow she managed to keep her parents from getting her engaged, reasoning them that she wanted to work for sometime and not waste her education.
Their last semester approached and it was time to bid adieu to the college and Rohan joined his job and Amrita too found a job in a bank through her father's reference. They had decided to announce their relationship after an year of their respective careers. They knew amrita's family would have problems initially, but a Little effort will calm them down ultimately.
They were both happy. Rohan was now earning and helping his working mother to get some rest. Amrita was now feeling independent and assuming her responsibilities towards Rohan's family. She knew Rohan's partnership is not going to be a bed of roses for her as she was used to a leisure life but she wanted to be with him and was ready for anything that came in their way.
And something did come in their way. It had just been a few months of their blooming careers when Rohan met with an unfortunate accident that took his right arm. Amrita did not lose her strength, she stood by him all the time in the hospital, she left her job, took his care, made him eat, washed him, talked to him, consoled him, and most of all loved him.
Rohan was astonished at her perseverance. one day at the hospital when she could not control and broke down in Rohan's presence, he said "Amrita thanks for everything you have done for me. I will be indebted to you forever for loving me to this extent, but now since I am incapable and handicapped, please go and dont spoil your life."
Amrita was stunned to hear all this. all she could manage to reply was "Rohan, had I lost my arm, would you have left me??" and she walked out of the room. He felt guilty and ashamed. When she came back in the evening to see him, he said he was sorry for what he said. Amrita gave him her brightest of smiles and just said "Rohan, some relationships are forever"...
Thursday, July 10
Obsession or Love
While swapping the channels last night on the idiot box, I chanced to get a glimpse of the movie ‘Tere Naam’. It was a hit, but I dint like the movie in the first place, though being a movie buff, could not gather my courage to watch it till the end.
This aspect of love scares me, rather it scares everyone.
Blackmailing the other person in the name of love is pure torture.
One side effect of close friendship is when the ‘infatuation’ or ‘liking’ factor arrives in between close friends, carrying on with normal friendship becomes impossible.
I am a common friend to such a case.
The guy started falling for his closest friend. Even though being aware from the day one that she will never get involved, he developed an obsession for her. When it became intolerable for him, he finally told her expecting an explosive reaction from her end. She tried hard to persuade him to be normal with her and forget all this rubbish for old times’ sake. But he came down to emotionally blackmailing her. Threatening her that he will do something to himself and she will be responsible. This mania of his took the girl into depression.
The reasons being-
a) She could not see her once best friend in such pathetic condition,
b) She wanted to get back being friends,
c) She took it to her nerves that someone was suffering because of her.
It is a real distress for a person when someone tries to beguile them inducing into a relationship when they are genuinely not interested.
Some guys take this rejection as their male ego issue, unable to take that how can the girl dump them. And another new season of emotional blackmail, perseverance, and torture starts. Gaining sympathy is one weapon guys generally use with girls. They pretend to be in such pain and wretchedness that the girls commiserate them and fall in the trap and start comforting them. As the time lingers, the girl, who initially had no feelings from the heart for the guy, begins to apprehend the trap, feels ditched. She makes out everything falling in the place and the forced relationship takes the turn towards hatred and reaches height of tolerance and the friendship factor is long forgotten.
The sole motive of this whole crap is I strongly feel that contrived relationships donot work out and the friendship factor also goes in vain. And once it goes, friendship doesn’t come back.
This aspect of love scares me, rather it scares everyone.
Blackmailing the other person in the name of love is pure torture.
One side effect of close friendship is when the ‘infatuation’ or ‘liking’ factor arrives in between close friends, carrying on with normal friendship becomes impossible.
I am a common friend to such a case.
The guy started falling for his closest friend. Even though being aware from the day one that she will never get involved, he developed an obsession for her. When it became intolerable for him, he finally told her expecting an explosive reaction from her end. She tried hard to persuade him to be normal with her and forget all this rubbish for old times’ sake. But he came down to emotionally blackmailing her. Threatening her that he will do something to himself and she will be responsible. This mania of his took the girl into depression.
The reasons being-
a) She could not see her once best friend in such pathetic condition,
b) She wanted to get back being friends,
c) She took it to her nerves that someone was suffering because of her.
It is a real distress for a person when someone tries to beguile them inducing into a relationship when they are genuinely not interested.
Some guys take this rejection as their male ego issue, unable to take that how can the girl dump them. And another new season of emotional blackmail, perseverance, and torture starts. Gaining sympathy is one weapon guys generally use with girls. They pretend to be in such pain and wretchedness that the girls commiserate them and fall in the trap and start comforting them. As the time lingers, the girl, who initially had no feelings from the heart for the guy, begins to apprehend the trap, feels ditched. She makes out everything falling in the place and the forced relationship takes the turn towards hatred and reaches height of tolerance and the friendship factor is long forgotten.
The sole motive of this whole crap is I strongly feel that contrived relationships donot work out and the friendship factor also goes in vain. And once it goes, friendship doesn’t come back.
“Rehman dhaaga prem ka mat todo chatkaye,
Jode se phirr na jude, jude to gaanthh pad jaaye”
Saturday, June 28
Jab THEY Met
The Protagonist of this post are two people.
A girl named "Ms. B'ful hair" and a guy named "Mr. Ghaint".
They were best of friends. their frequency matched to an extent that they themselves were amused. Truth being, they were both "so- not- ordinary" on their own selves.
They were best of friends. their frequency matched to an extent that they themselves were amused. Truth being, they were both "so- not- ordinary" on their own selves.
So different and yet so similar, so apart and yet so close. The only constraint being they lived 250 kms apart. The distance is not very long, but it matters to those who cant see each other everyday for the far-ness does restrain them.
They had met many times before, but this time was something important and special. Ghaint's birthday. And also, the time when they were both getting closer emotionally, bonding more than friends, realizing their attachment reaching peaks.
They planned for the day for over more than a month. They talked and talked about it. They would do this and they would do that, they would go and they would wander there, they would shop, they would have lunch together, they would have "Geleto" together, they would go for a movie or they would spend time in some café.
They planned for the day for over more than a month. They talked and talked about it. They would do this and they would do that, they would go and they would wander there, they would shop, they would have lunch together, they would have "Geleto" together, they would go for a movie or they would spend time in some café.
And since it had been long time since they last saw each other, they were more than excited.
Finally the day arrived. With butterflies in her stomach, and teenage awkwardness, 'B'ful Hair' sat on the pre- decided bench waiting for 'Ghaint'. He had caught rough cold and cough and was a little late for their first ever "official date".
After loong hours of waiting in the freezing cold of January, when she saw him approaching, she turned around, silently wishing him to bear hug her from behind only to realize they were standing in a packed public place and he was too 'shy' to shake hands [sounds cute ;) for a guy].
After exchanging the "hiez/helloz", and wishing him b'day (she had beforehand thought of kissing him on the cheek to wish him, but again, damn the jam packed public place) both of them atingled to see each other after such long time, they headed towards nowhere. To find a place to sit and talk and to look at each other.
So they moved on, craving deep down to hold hands, chatting a little too bit, when they found themselves standing outside a shopping mall. They went inside, 'B'ful hair' trying to keep pace with fast but not seemingly furious 'Ghaint' (for one moment she thought that was he in a hurry or that he dint want to be seen with her, was she looking that terrible?).
They lingered in the mall for a while, but then decided to move to a cozier place where they could catch up while sipping on their coffees. And they stepped out towards a "Hookah bar" in the neighbourhood when 'B'ful Hair' startled on the out of the blues 'Ghaint's fingering her hair while she walked besides him. And this called for a giggle.
They chose an acute couch at the bar to be close enough to talk to each other. Talking about each other's lives, updating each other with happenings, and all the crap of the world but not the desired content of thier errand and The date.
'B'ful hair' pulled out a small packet out of her hand bag and passed it to 'Ghaint' as the B'day gift she had brought him- a pair of cufflinks. 'Ghaint' bantered why had not she gift wrapped it and all she could do was a broad smile.
They had their coffee and babbled about this and that.
They stayed there for a while and then moved on to another restaurant for lunch, though none of them felt hungry. While they chose a table to be seated at, 'B'ful Hair' retired to the ladies room, to freshen up a little and to take off her coat to reveal her halter neck top she had purposely chosen for for the occasion.
When she returned to the table, the heat between them grew. They kept sitting there for an hour or so before finally ordering something to feed themselves up.
They excused themselves from the restaurant for the dessert. Geleto was no more a choice, Ghaint had a real bad throat, so they chose to grab a quick slice of cake in the neighbourhood.
'B'ful Hair' forgot to give Ghaint the "B'day bite" and finished her share of the slice so quick and disappointed Ghaint (what he told her days later in their "lazy lamhez").
They sat there in Ghaint's car for what seemed like hours passing in a matter of seconds, shaing pictures, bantering, cajoling with each other, before finally moving for a random long drive.
They dint know where they were heading to, or what they were going to do but they kept on driving for hours, exploring the outskirts of the town, finding a lake they never knew existed, passing through a botanical garden, stealing looks at each other through corners of their eyes, when ultimately, Ghaint gathered all his guts and held out his hand for 'B'ful Hair' to hold.
She was literally waiting for this moment to arrive, and without wasting a single split second she held his hand. They drove through the highway silently holding each others hand, even while changing the gears, occasionally pecking on hands, when he finally pulled off the car on the roadside, and they came closer.
Hesitating Ghaint put his arm around her is what she thought was happening but when she dint feel the touch, for one second she thought she has become numb out of excitement but when she turned around, she found his hand on the back rest of her seat. Furiously, she took his hand and put it around her shoulder and leaned her head on his shoulder for real.
They kept sitting like that silently for a while when at last she heard him say "come closer, I wanna hug you tight".
It was happening. She drew herself towards him to embrace that "Lovely Bandit" (she used to call him in thier intimate SMS moments) and before she knew, she felt his lips being pressed to hers.
Everything else ceased to exist.
Sunday, January 20
B.E.A.Uuu.tiful One
Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;
For love is sufficient unto love.
~~Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;
For love is sufficient unto love.
~~Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet
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