Because its 11th of February…

So its 11th of February,2015.

Two years since I posted that controversial picture on Facebook.

Been a while, huh?

Do you equally miss that thrill and excitement?

Where are you now?

Haven’t heard from you since long!

By the way, do u still remember, what size of bangles do I wear?

Or what is the measurement of my ankle form?

Or you ‘ll have to call my best friend to get an indirect information?

And give yet another chance to both of us, to laugh at such precarious situation.

That,memory is still so fresh, as if it’s just a matter of yesterday.

That u departed for a place which was hundreds of miles away..

Your moot court competition it was,

I guess at some place near Ahmedabad.

Oh yes, I do remember now, it was in Gandhinagar, Gujarat.

So damn excited you were,

And at the same time, a little anxious.

No wonder, passing judgements and delivering justice was always a favourite on your priority list,

And u have a dummy of its beautiful journey, which is yet to begin!

Walking on the sands of time,

A pebble obstructs my movement,

It’s the one, which gives me tremors and leaves me with an unprecedented restlessness..

I still feel sorry for my imbecile behaviour then, I know I fought with you over stupid silly things and distracted u there,

But, ask me, how I managed remaining distant from you on the 11th of February, when it was right in the middle of the valentines week!

I wanted to do the least I could, I wanted to wish you on call, at least.

But you were adamant, we both have been like that, except for that one trait in which I lag and the one that makes me feel bad..

You went to shop for me, even after the big quarrel we had.

How could I not take pride in claiming that I was the girl of your life?

How could I hide the butterflies that danced each time, inside?

How could people not be jealous of what we shared at a time..

That was incredible, the only one of its kind.

They still tell me, that I have been the luckiest of all times.. They still remind me that i couldn’t get a better guy!

Lucky or not !

I really cannot recall..

Since The pink pouch with green strings and golden beads, is all i have now,

The anklets, the earrings, and all its vanities are long gone, and only we both know, how!

I have everything saved me, right here, in my possession, but i no longer enjoy wearing any of those ornaments.

The glowing charm on my face, vaporized with your dreary absence dissolving in my life..

At least that’s what i get to hear, from each person who meets me after a while..

So be gone and never look back,

Coz somewhere i know, now, how to pretend..

pretend as if nothing ever happened between us and act like i am stronger than it appears to everyone..

And as you drift away into your own world, wherein you, yourself are the most important of all, just don’t forget to take all your superfluous words along,

Take them with you and bury them right under your face, But make sure you do that only if it brings to you, some level of shame..

Be gone, so that the deceiving look in your eyes remains hidden from me, the one that remind me of a thousand fake stories,

Be gone with your bag pack full of lies, so that it doesn’t echo of those false hopes, you had tied..

By the way, i believe you could clearly recall what day it was, when you made those meaning less promises, surfing on the tidal waves of lust,

Thereby, a very happy promise day, love..!!!

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The magic of writing…

Coz when I write, the whole world around me becomes quiet.

It’s just my little inner voice that helps me rise above everything else prevalent then.

It’s just my Mind taking me to an altogether different level.

Had just no idea, not until now..

That this would someday turn out to be the best way to settle down.

Writing my heart out, heals me by facilitating me to vent it out.

I am able to ignore every shit with just my fingers moving on typing screen,

I find myself in a position to segregate myself from those kibosh worldly things.

I am at the best of myself,

coz that’s when i manage to find some peace,

coz that’s how i am able to handle this life with a little ease!!

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Her best birthday gift…

She could have never even imagined, that she would end up being 
one such, but her birthday got her more luckier than she could 
have been with a four-leaf clover!!

He did all that for her, just to see that surprising happiness on her face.

He had to revive those twinkling eyes and sparkling smile, which personified her charming grace, and made him fall for her, always, all over again.

What more could she ask for, right before blowing the candles on her birthday cake?

She always believed that god answered her prayers, then how could he not grant her wish on her most special day?

3:00 a.m. in the midnight and a phone call. What happened next changed her entire being and made her day, the best of all.

She ran down the staircase, her heart throbbing fast-steadily.

She was excited to see who had sent her a gift availing the services of ferns and petals, on her birthday eve. As she got down to the last step, she became somewhat anxious. What if, it wasn’t from him? What if he had forgotten to send her the birthday present?

While these thoughts juggled her head, she saw a diffident shadow approaching towards her from some distance. Her eyes ousted its usual diameters, since, in a thrill of excitement, she had forgotten to wear her spectacles.

“What a mess”, she thought to herself.

But there are some connections that don’t require a sense of sightedness for recognition, since they are the ones based on the true essence of belongingness.

She could figure it out from her gut feeling, her instincts echoing, that it was him.

And, as he came nearer, the vision became much clearer.

There he was, her night-time visitor, who was standing tall as a pole, walking on a swift pace, to let her sink in the moment, on the whole. The moment she saw him, time and again, her body was shivering in silence. She turned pale. She could not believe her eyes, that he was there for real. Water gushing out perpetually, she tried to hide her wet eyes and asked her friend to pinch her tight.

Yes, it was him, wearing a red “T” and his cute yellow Simpson’s. Her feet went cold; her heart beats, beyond control. She could not utter a single word, for her mind was wandering in some another world!

Happiness would be too less of a word to describe what she was actually feeling then.

Barbie and Cinderella would be too jealous of her, as she got her prince charming, (without losing even a buckle of shoe), right on her doorstep.

As he came closer, with arms wide open, she had almost lived her dream of cherishing that fantasy world. “Could she get any luckier?”, she asked herself.

And, the bubbles of her mysterious world busted into reality when he hugged her so tightly.  He then, kissed her on the neck, and slowly whispered, a very happy birthday, in her ears.

She was awestruck! So taken away by his presence around her. He could feel the goosebumps all over the surface of her skin. He was equally overwhelmed and taken away with their extraordinary intimidation.

She could only manage to squeeze a shocking yet nervous tone of voice, when she couldn’t help but feel that she had literally moved him from insides.

She was too shy to admit that she was witnessing a somewhat similar situation.

But, she chose to clung by him instead, till her face turned deep crimson.

He presented her with a bottle of rose wine and a bunch of chocolates to add to the sweetness of those moments. They captured those memories, under the sky full of stars and went on to celebrate with splashes of wine showers.

He could not take his eyes off her, such was the impact of their unique encounter.

She was so drenched in his love, that she could only wish for, the night to never get over!!

And before, they headed to another place to carry on with their lasting impressions, further, She thanked god for giving her the best birthday gift ever!!

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CHARACTERS…

I was wondering all this while that why is it that I long to have such a character by my  side? Why is it that I like a particular character so much, that my obsession with it  coaxed me into updating my whatsapp display picture and statuses?

I did not really had to do a lot of brainstorming. The reason, to me, was quiet  conspicuous, of the fact that watching him speak things, which I always wanted to hear and  seeing him perform acts or do such deeds, which I expect someone to do for me,  fetched me indescribable pleasure.

An immense wave of emotions rushed down inside of me, each time I watched him.  Mind you, I was not infatuated by him as an individual, but him as a character. What  character he played, was something that actually moved me and fascinated me enough to wait till the next time I would get to see him on TV.

This, I suppose happens with the best of us. More so, because of the underlying  psychological reasons associated with it that help us identify with such characters at  once, that we are able to relate to them and their stories immediately, that we tend to  connect instantly with their traits and personalities, we, in no time, understand the  adversities they face and the challenges they take.

It’s because watching them, shows us way to release our pent-up feelings, the ones that exist in our beings but somewhere remain concealed.

It facilitates us to live all those moments virtually, the ones we wished could happen in reality.

It helps us vent out some levels of frustration, when we abuse or curse something that we did not like in that daily soaps’ script – be it a break up, a divorced separation, a death occurrence or the entry of a negative character. It helps us relax our psyche since we know that no one would bother, even if those characters were verbally  tarnished.

It’s that simple. We relate to the events and happenings as if they were actually a part of our day-to-day existence. Hence, we tend to get emotionally drawn towards them.

They evoke us to feel such things that we keep on hiding. They provoke us to take certain steps that we have been afraid of taking.

Since, many a times we cannot afford to live such lives, so they somehow fill the void for us, they bridge the gap for us, when our lives are characterized by missing pieces – it may be the absence of that special someone (humans) or it may be the possession of wealth and property (materialism).

Henceforth, being able to establish a virtual bond with such characters makes our hectic and tensed lives, a little easier to lead and gets us going without having any fear of their departure (since deep down we all know that they never were to stay forever!).

It’s a blissful process of enjoying their acts and being able to temporarily live those moments.

Therefore, characters become so important to us, and many of us have crushes on most television celebrities, actors and anchors.

P.S. - I got this enlightenment, while watching the character 
played by parth samathann (as manik malhotra) in a daily soap 
called MTV kaisi yeh yaariyan. Thanks to *manik malhotra*, coz 
it's this character, that brought me to the realisation of such 
an important aspect, by way of introspection. 
#maniklove.

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A note of remembrance…

A note of remembrance, on realizing what I had been missing the 
most.. once more you took over all the other thoughts.. once more 
i realized how lucky i was.. coz this time i missed you a little 
more than i could ever think of..

                                                                                                              08/02/2015

I miss you so much coconut!

I miss the feeling of being understood without even having to say a word..

Come to me, sing that comforting song with those soothing beats,

I am all here by myself, everything without you seems so lonely..

Come again, rescue me from these tortures that are making me insane,

Save me from falling prey to their big conspired game,

They are all witches, that don’t miss a single chance to suck every drop of my blood,

They like it that way, when their bitching and back biting makes me feel short of breath.

What do I do? Where do I go?

Is there an escape route, when you dwell among the characters none less than the vamps of the daily soaps?

You are not here with me, How should I move on?

Show me a way to get rid of these negative vibes all around,

Come and save me before i hit myself hard on the ground..

I have started to feel weak, I need you to hold my feet.

No, no, I don’t want to stoop low to their extent,

No I don’t want to lose my self-respect,

I miss your magical words that could take me out of the deepest dungeons in life,

I miss your caressing arms, enrolled in which, I used to forget all the troubles for a while,

More than everything, I miss the feeling of being my true self in this world,

Coz this, i know, that you knew the exact importance of being heard.

I miss u so much coconut, Come back and take me away from this living hell,

I want to lean on your shoulders and give some rest to my bugged up head,

I want to fly to an unknown place with you, and forget everything else,

I want to restart my life but I am not able to search a restart button for that,

Come once again, n lets fly to a Neverland, from where we never have to come back!

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On selling our story…

The only thing that I am great full for, is that, you walking 
away from me, helped me establish connection with the almighty 
in greater proximity. It brought me closer to the realization 
of my own nerves and senses, and what it is like to lead a 
life with an undying passion in your heart..

You always told me to focus on my self and my career aspects,

yes, I think I am gonna do that, but I am not sure from where to head?

Coz you never guided me for one most important thing, in all this time,

That how do we breathe, when our trachea is missing?

How do we eat, when there is no oesophagus?

How do you run, when your legs are broken?

How does your heart function, when it has holes in it?

How does your brain remain composed, when all the nerves inside are literally

screaming and bursting one after another?

How do you stay alive, when your Mind, body and Soul, are all paralysed?

You know that some people often come up to me, babbling out their valuable advises,

They keep on telling me that our story would be a big hit for the purpose of publication,

I just laugh at the idea, laugh until the tears roll down from my cheeks to my chin,

I then leave some room for mockery and turn away my face as if I am a stranger to them,

If the characters like us don’t last together by the end, then who on earth  would want to read those stupid romantic novels?

The idea, I thought is not that bad either, only if we could trade each others worth,

by seeing how much we could get in return,

if we were to sell our story to some publication?

Too vague it is, I know,

Just like I am leading my life on false hopes,

But, its okay! Just a matter of time,

You might as well, Lo and behold!

After all, who knows, if we might just end up earning big bucks,

for the publicity of a story that was full of twists and turns..

but, is it any day going to make us realize each other’s worth?

i guess, not at least in the imminent future.

i overheard someone saying that tragedy is the new hit in the market,

is it true that the life’s adversities make our stories interesting?

if only, this deal could ensure, that the characters in this story get to last together,

in the plot, then i am even ready to sell it off, absolutely free of cost!

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“Effective human communication” – a rare gem…

“We’re losing social skills, the human interaction skills, how to read a person’s mood, to read their body language, how to be patient until the moment is right to make or press a point. Too much exclusive use of electronic information dehumanize what is a very, very important part of community life and living together.”  – Vincent Nicholas.
The day is not far when the calls for the dinner table would be made through the social media networks and the death condolences would be flying through the electronic gadgets, that have become an inevitable part of the human life cycle. Parents are often seen complaining to the teachers,and work mates about their children being lost in the virtual world ecstasies and missing onto the actual life realities.
To break the monotony of the prolonged school lectures, the only rescue available at their disposal that provides them moments of blissful thrill is either their i-pads or their x-box or play stations. The essence of sharing some good serious face to face conversations, greeting your elders and mates by having direct dialogues and sharing stories of excitement and dismay, goes long missing in the present day scenario. The ability of listening beyond words is far vanishing for the domineering influence of technology has overtaken its place.
Often witnessed are the cases where the lack of such recreational activities and the ideas of being connected through the power of speech and expressions in different forms leaves the person insensitive to their elders feelings and concerns and unresponsive to the opportunities that might have changed their lives in an extra-ordinary manner.
The want of time is to let them discover their worth, by extracting their hidden potentialities and honing their life skills in a way that makes them reach the zenith while still sticking to their ground realities; by making them self-confident and at the same time, the ones mastering the art of time management; the one who leads through the persuasion and presentation skills and yet at the same time is equally efficient in maintaining good interpersonal relationships.
The hardest part, however, of any new beginning is the first step of initiative towards it. But once we start believing in the miraculous impact that process of transformation is likely to bring in our day-to-day existence, it sets us on the right track and gets us going. And that is when we get to witness that there is so much to learn from life, not just about ourselves, but also about the other people, the different facets of life and the environment.

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