Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Monday, April 25, 2011
The Format of Dating
Disclaimer: This is a figment of the authors imagination. Any resemblance to any existing online or offline conversation is purely coincidental.
The Beginning
He: Am I distracting you?
She: Naa, its fine, jus trying to complete this assignment.
He: So u cant chat?
She: Not really... but I can spare a few mins.
He: Aaaw, ur so sweet.
She: I know :P
He: Ok get back to ur work, dont wanna hold you up.
She: thankss, byeee.
He: Bye
She: Bye
He: Bye
She: Bye
He: Take care
She: Ciao
He: Study well.
She: Sure, u take care
He: Bye
She: Bye
He: U dont wanna go do u?
She: U dont want me to go do you?
He: No :)
She: Still BYE.
He: Okaay Bye :(
She: Byeeee luv ya!
He: *hugs n kisses*
*she signs off*
He: Now ur distracting me.... luv ya 2 btw.
She: Are u avoiding me?
He: Dats like killing myself
She: Oh, jus dat, I jus feel a bit unwanted.
He: Sorry sweets, jus a little preoccupied and tired.
She: No prob hun, talk to you tomm.
He: Gud nite, tc.
*He signs off*
She: I love u!
She: Lsn, jus talk with me for a moment.
He: Like I said, I cant, Im surrounded by people.
She: Jus lsn den, dont say anything.
He: Dont speak with me, I will explode anytime.
She: Jus need some closure.
He: I said bye... I walked away.
*He signs off*
She: I didn't....
Moral of the Chat: Stay in the beginning, avoid the middle and never reach the end.
Moral of the Chat: Stay in the beginning, avoid the middle and never reach the end.
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Wishful Whisperings
Many voices, many emotions,
Billions n millions seek Him out,
All want to be heard, all want to be cured,
Yet how many, want to know what He's about?
So many paths, so many ideas,
Some effective, some destructive,
In pursuit of peace, in pursuit of His grace.
Still instant joy, is the most seductive.
Many issues, many problems,
Bargaining n begging for an answer,
Forgetting the spiritual allure, forgetting the bigger picture,
Business deals are struck, with the Ultimate Bestower.
So many times, and in so many ways,
Looked away, and walked away.
With wide open doors, with wide open arms,
and a mesmerizing smile, He still invites to stay.
Is it time to go back?
One step at a time, one step at a time...
Monday, April 18, 2011
Selfish in Pain
I know not of the world and its pains,
Yet I keep counting my losses and gains.
Souls having no tomorrows;
Casualties of natural calamities
War torn soldiers and families,
Women, tortured and abused,
Affection starved kids, repeatedly refused;
All Inconsequential, when it comes to my sorrows.
I wish I understood the world and its pains,
So I could truly realize my losses and gains.
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Moving On - RIGHT NOW!
"Distract Yourself - Keep Yourself Busy."
This is what everyone tells you when you are down in the dumps. Career is going nowhere, ur enjoying a non-existent love life, exams round the corner and parents screwing ur happiness along the way. And them some do-gooder soul, who has your best interests at heart will tell u those 5 words -"Jus Focus on Something Else" or "Distract Yourself - Keep Yourself Busy."
Ummmm Helllooooo, NOOOOO. I always like to face the issues - Right now and Right here. If things do not go your way, if some one has screwed you over --- life has brought you to your knees, is distracting yourself the answer? The answer for me, lies in these 3 easy steps:
1)Whine, Yell, Cry, Complain, Be Miserable --- hey we all are human! right?
Seriously ur not a robot from some alien planet where ppl behave like they dont feel anything, no point being an ice princess, jus feel what u want to feel !!! Whenever i would get super pissed or super emotional about something or someone what i do is: i) confront and yell or ii) write a super pissed of letter (dont send it though) or iii) do all of the above. Trust me, it feels frikking awesome to release ur frustations on the offending parties shoulder :P
2) Make a plan - and then do it.
Take out a pen and paper, write wht u want frm life and prepare short steps on how to get it. Then do those steps. Does not matter if you dont end up doing what u have planned, the sense of direction and purpose will give you a all new high.
3) Move On - its a pain, but do-able.
Seriously, now that half your problem is solved (ie emotions released and you have a plan), you should be able to get up one morning and look at the problem, shrug ur shoulder and gooo "huh." LIKE U DONT CARE, cause face it, at this point u dont. So jus accept it and move on.
Finnally, a piece of advice for those do-gooder souls, who jus cant wait to unload their "gyaan" on friends, please dont. Jus buy that poor unhappy soul a strong drink, make em laugh and give a nice loong tiiiggght hug, Thats all they want.....
This is what everyone tells you when you are down in the dumps. Career is going nowhere, ur enjoying a non-existent love life, exams round the corner and parents screwing ur happiness along the way. And them some do-gooder soul, who has your best interests at heart will tell u those 5 words -"Jus Focus on Something Else" or "Distract Yourself - Keep Yourself Busy."
Ummmm Helllooooo, NOOOOO. I always like to face the issues - Right now and Right here. If things do not go your way, if some one has screwed you over --- life has brought you to your knees, is distracting yourself the answer? The answer for me, lies in these 3 easy steps:
1)Whine, Yell, Cry, Complain, Be Miserable --- hey we all are human! right?
Seriously ur not a robot from some alien planet where ppl behave like they dont feel anything, no point being an ice princess, jus feel what u want to feel !!! Whenever i would get super pissed or super emotional about something or someone what i do is: i) confront and yell or ii) write a super pissed of letter (dont send it though) or iii) do all of the above. Trust me, it feels frikking awesome to release ur frustations on the offending parties shoulder :P
2) Make a plan - and then do it.
Take out a pen and paper, write wht u want frm life and prepare short steps on how to get it. Then do those steps. Does not matter if you dont end up doing what u have planned, the sense of direction and purpose will give you a all new high.
3) Move On - its a pain, but do-able.
Seriously, now that half your problem is solved (ie emotions released and you have a plan), you should be able to get up one morning and look at the problem, shrug ur shoulder and gooo "huh." LIKE U DONT CARE, cause face it, at this point u dont. So jus accept it and move on.
Finnally, a piece of advice for those do-gooder souls, who jus cant wait to unload their "gyaan" on friends, please dont. Jus buy that poor unhappy soul a strong drink, make em laugh and give a nice loong tiiiggght hug, Thats all they want.....
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Not the Only One
Based on the Casanova Ways of Signor Picasso
The ballerina was beautiful to behold,
He had noticed her dancing,
She noticed him noticing,
No words were needed to be told.
She was his muse,
The only one he painted.
His hand she soon accepted,
Happily married – said the news.
Change however he couldn’t manage.
Parenthood was a bit too much,
The baby & mother were left in a lurch.
Sweet Marie became the new challenge.
She was his sunshine girl,
The only one he painted,
His words she blindly accepted,
And the world saw their passion unfurl.
When the ballerina heard,
Depression became desperation,
Her cries made her eyes swollen,
A nervous breakdown she suffered.
Meanwhile he found his new muse,
"The woman in tears" he called her,
Not caring on how to make her happier,
He painted the relics of her abuse.
Marie couldnt love again,
She contemplated suicide,
Indeed she hung until she died,
She no more sufferred any pain.
She was his "woman in tears,"
Not the only one he painted,
this, like the others, she never accepted,
thus they sufferred all those years.
The ballerina was beautiful to behold,
He had noticed her dancing,
She noticed him noticing,
No words were needed to be told.
She was his muse,
The only one he painted.
His hand she soon accepted,
Happily married – said the news.
Change however he couldn’t manage.
Parenthood was a bit too much,
The baby & mother were left in a lurch.
Sweet Marie became the new challenge.
She was his sunshine girl,
The only one he painted,
His words she blindly accepted,
And the world saw their passion unfurl.
When the ballerina heard,
Depression became desperation,
Her cries made her eyes swollen,
A nervous breakdown she suffered.
Meanwhile he found his new muse,
"The woman in tears" he called her,
Not caring on how to make her happier,
He painted the relics of her abuse.
Marie couldnt love again,
She contemplated suicide,
Indeed she hung until she died,
She no more sufferred any pain.
She was his "woman in tears,"
Not the only one he painted,
this, like the others, she never accepted,
thus they sufferred all those years.
Monday, April 11, 2011
Love & Beyond
A Modern Day Incident Narrated in Old English Prose
Even though she was admist a loud boisterous group of near and dear friends, her mind was preoccupied elsewhere. With carefully divided attention, she participated wholeheartedly in the playful games of her girlfriends, yet it was made clear to those who caught her slyly glimpsing at the clock, that she longed to be elsewhere.
With not even an hour passed, she expressed the her true desire. With shining eyes, and a coy expression she said, "Friends, I must leave now, urgent matters require me home." At the thought of the departure of their beautiful husky friend, all the ladies were in uproar, "Oh sweet girl, this party can not be enjoyable without your amiable presence, you must stay awhile longer, what matters can be so urgent that you must leave in the middle of this wonderful rendezvous?"
She gently replied, with Love bursting out from every pore in her being - "I must leave now to cook fresh chappattis for my husband," What deeds has her husband done to deserve such a self less wife, whose purpose in serving him a hot cooked meal is not out of a sense of duty or responsibility but pure and genuine Love.
Is this not what defines True Love? Leaving joyous occasions behind and finding a higher pleasure in doing something selfless for the one person who matters the most ....
Even though she was admist a loud boisterous group of near and dear friends, her mind was preoccupied elsewhere. With carefully divided attention, she participated wholeheartedly in the playful games of her girlfriends, yet it was made clear to those who caught her slyly glimpsing at the clock, that she longed to be elsewhere.
With not even an hour passed, she expressed the her true desire. With shining eyes, and a coy expression she said, "Friends, I must leave now, urgent matters require me home." At the thought of the departure of their beautiful husky friend, all the ladies were in uproar, "Oh sweet girl, this party can not be enjoyable without your amiable presence, you must stay awhile longer, what matters can be so urgent that you must leave in the middle of this wonderful rendezvous?"
She gently replied, with Love bursting out from every pore in her being - "I must leave now to cook fresh chappattis for my husband," What deeds has her husband done to deserve such a self less wife, whose purpose in serving him a hot cooked meal is not out of a sense of duty or responsibility but pure and genuine Love.
Is this not what defines True Love? Leaving joyous occasions behind and finding a higher pleasure in doing something selfless for the one person who matters the most ....
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Upon Meeting Misery
The muddled mind speaks,
'the victim you have been,
troubled, tortured and torn apart,
never truly loved and never will be.'
The hopeful heart commands,
'faith & firm friends will help you along,
look ahead, the past is long gone.'
Trust to me, is truly not easy.
troubled, tortured and torn apart,
never truly loved and never will be.'
The hopeful heart commands,
'faith & firm friends will help you along,
look ahead, the past is long gone.'
Trust to me, is truly not easy.
Insecurity confuses emotions,
Always happy, but also always sad,
Always happy, but also always sad,
Craving solitude yet wanting company,
Uncertainty becomes depressing.
Fueled by a lost love,
Self piteous thoughts run wild,
Comfort lies in indulgence,
Momentary relief - then pain again.
No way out,
Just as there was no way in.
No way out,
Just as there was no way in.
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