She.....

She either chatters too much, or too little. Sometimes she doesn’t talk at all for a few days.

She likes everything that’s green- the colour makes her heart beam.

She listens in on conversations at cafes and laughs to herself at how crazy people’s lives can be.

She never treads on tile joints on the concrete road, but she jumps with all her energy in every monsoon puddle.

She plays with every dog on the street and throws in a chat or two when she thinks no one’s watching. Come again?? FYI Dogs are great listeners!

She sings one line of a song again and again in her own personalized manner till her friends have to plead her to stop, but no, she still sings it-even more louder

She types with only two fingers…

She dances in front of the mirror, to the worst songs, that’s the one time she doesn’t wince at the sight of herself. She knows she can dance better than most people!

She sleeps with kohl in her eyes, and never steps outside her house without it. Ever.

She wears the same belt daily, though she has a superb collection of them, only coz it gives her good luck!

She listens to 1 song over and over for hours together one day, and hums it all of the next day.

She draws whatever she finds, and reads anything placed in front of her.

She likes the sound of awkward silences.

She thinks everything is cute and sweet.

She loves a little bit of mess in her room. Only then does it feel like home.

She washes her hands every 10 minutes. She hates it if her hands don’t smell of soap…any kind of soap.

She never wears a watch.

She follows football with a lot of enthusiasm.

She loves hot chocolate on a rainy evening, sitting by the window listening to soft music in the background, but she’d prefer to be outside getting drenched in the downpour!

She had a huge crush on Wolverine (not Hugh Jackman) and Captain Jack Sparrow (Not Johnny Depp). Deal with it.

She is fascinated by blood, death, fire and swords. But she is NOT emo.

She really respects quick wit, chivalry and expressiveness.

She has bad hair years!

She smiles unpredictably and baby-wide which makes her look like a mental patient!

She doesn’t have to be drunk to behave like a lunatic!

She follows her heart for everything..

She….

It burns...

When it rains, the world holds its breath,
Waiting for some possibility of magic,
I remember when such moments were spent,
When you and I drifted in and out of our sleep,
Waiting for them to pass, partly due to our conceit,
You and I had become a mockery to others,
But time heals everything you see,
Today, somehow in this sublime transcendence,
I realize, in some twisted way that I really deserve you, my love,
Your touch, your thoughts, it’s a contagious madness,
The sound of your breath, never failing to calm a storm,
Your breath on my skin, never failing to awaken that storm again.
It rains harder, and everything is falling apart around us,
We, insanely in love, smile at the destruction that surrounds,
If we died tonight, at least we would die alive,
It kills me how much I love you, how much I need you to stay alive,
As we stand here, watching the flames rise around us,
Gazing at the crumbling walls, enthralled by the beauty of destruction,
Feeling the heat, watching the amber glow,
Hearing the crackle of the fire, in spite of the white noise of the rain,
We smile,
There is a charm about dying in your own terms,
with the one you actually lived for,
Knowing that love cannot be destroyed with fire,
There is a charm about going insane together,
There is a certain beauty to burning,
Isn’t it?

The Joker

He had been staring at the mirror since the past 20 minutes. Every day at 7.30p.m, his act would begin. People loved him. He was a joker, you see. It was 6.45p.m. Time to put on his make-up. He had been doing this since the past 10 years with a large smile painted on his face. He sighed. Did anyone ever care whether he was actually happy doing this? He had faced a lot of problems in life, but he had to lock them up in a box and keep it in his dressing room for two hours. No matter how he felt, people wanted him to laugh, crack jokes and put up a good show. He was tired of this entire sham. He hated giving that fake smile. He fell into deep thought.

A mother doesn’t want to tell her children that the three jobs she is balancing aren’t enough to buy them food. She decides to sell herself.

A daughter doesn’t want to tell her parents that she is pregnant. So she laughs and smiles a lot until she gets the abortion done.

A husband doesn’t want to tell his wife that he has been fired. So he leaves every morning at office hours to look for a new job and comes home at the appropriate time.

Parents don’t want to tell their children about the death of their pet. So they lie about sending it to a beautiful farm.


He sighed and carefully painted the large smile on his face. As he walked out of his room and entered the ring, he saw his audience ------ mothers, daughters, husbands, parents, families. He realized, at some point of time, everyone lives a life of a clown. He was not different from anyone. He smiled at them and this time, it was genuine!

Putting my best foot forward!

LEFT FOOT FORWARD:
“I’m standing on my building terrace. I’ve decided to kill myself. I don't know what gave me this idea. But I’ve decided. There is no reason to live anymore.”

RIGHT FOOT FORWARD:
“I’ve been let down in every walk of my life. No matter what I do, how hard I work, I never get what I deserve. No one ever understands me”

LEFT FOOT FORWARD:
“I’ve lost the only best friend I’ve ever had. She was someone I can never forget, and I know there is nothing I can do to get her back. Maybe I didn’t take enough efforts to keep our friendship alive and now she doesn’t want to be friends anymore.”

RIGHT FOOT FORWARD:
“I hate being at home. Why is there always yelling and screaming for some or the other reason. Just the thought of coming home everyday kills me inside.”

LEFT FOOT FORWARD:
I’m at the end. One more step and I’ll be gone forever. This is it. Its gonna be easy. My final step to freedom. I begin to cry. Tears stream down my face. I close my eyes. And then, I see him. Someone who has supported me through thick and thin. Someone who has always been there for me, taken care of me. Someone who has loved me for who I really am and not asked for anything in return. I cry thinking about him. “I know it’s a very extreme step. But I don’t care anymore”. I remember the last time I saw him this very morning. He was trying his best to cheer me up. But I had ignored him, like I’ve ignored him all these years. I’ve been so selfish. I realise that I’ve always been loved. Funny, how I couldn’t get him out of my mind now. I wanted to tell him how sorry I was for everything. I’m a little too tired. I think I’m gonna move now.”

RIGHT FOOT BACK!

Are we in control?

I was staring out of my bedroom window, day dreaming as usual. I was watching a pigeon cooing merrily, sitting on a bush. Suddenly a cat appeared out of nowhere and grabbed the pigeon and began eating it (Yuck! I know).

It made me think, was the pigeon destined for such a fate? What would have happened if it had decided not to sit on a bush and sit on a tree branch instead? My little brother unfortunately was sitting in my room. I asked him, “Does free will exist? Or is everything pre-destined?” I got a long snore as a reply. Humph.

I ponder on….A seed is destined to grow into a plant or a tree. But what if it gets little or no water? It might not grow into a big, beautiful tree it had been destined to turn into. It might turn into a dry and unhealthy tree. Some factors do govern its growth. Ok, enough of gyaan! :D

What I’m trying to say is that people tend to make mistakes. But they prevent themselves from making the same mistakes again and again, thus changing the course of destiny. People CANNOT learn from their mistakes unless they have the free will to change their behavior. So I guess we are partly in control, aren’t we?

I ponder on…….and finally fall asleep. I dream of crazy cats haunting the street – attacking people. But people react in different manners. Some go about their work as usual, some refuse to leave the house, some have an armor to protect themselves. I don’t know whether it’s connected to free will in any way. But it made me wonder, maybe it’s better to make a difference in your life, improvise on every task that is thrown at you. By merely existing in the world, flowing with the tide, it’s a real waste of free will, isn’t it?

I guess we are destined to do something. Our free will just fine tunes it a little bit!

Let me reverse the question a bit. If everything was according to free will, what should you be doing right now?

A Mature Conversation!

Hey Guys! I read this somewhere. Hope you'll enjoy it..!

A stranger was seated next to a little girl on the airplane when the stranger turned to her and said, 'Let's talk. I've heard that flights go quicker if you strike up a conversation with your fellow passenger.'
The little girl, who had just opened her book, closed it slowly and said to the stranger, 'What would you like to talk about?'
Oh, I don't know', said the stranger. 'How about nuclear power?'
'OK,' she said. 'That could be an interesting topic. But let me ask you a question first. A horse, a cow, and a deer all eat grass, the same stuff. Yet a deer excretes little pellets, while a cow turns out a flat patty, and a horse produces clumps of dried grass. Why do you suppose that is?'
The stranger thinks about it and says, 'Hmmm, I have no idea,'
To which the little girl replies, 'Do you really feel qualified to discuss nuclear power when you don't know shit?'

Hahahaha..!

Terrible Coincidence??

June 26th:

Walking down the street, they were behaving like lunatics singing “Blame it on the Boogie” by Jackson Five out loud. They were on their way home from a local club. It was 2.20 a.m. They were having a discussion about which is the best Jackson 5 song ever.
“Isn’t Jackson 5 dead?” She asked.
“No dude, Jermaine and Tito are still alive. I don't know about the rest” her friend answered.
Just two lines….uncanny isn’t it?
1. It was the first time they had ever sung this song together.
2. She accidently forgot MJ even though he was alive and his music immortal.
3. It was 2.20 am IST.
4. 2.30 am IST—Jackson passes away.

Eerie, isn't it?

Are you clumsy too…??

Sigh. I hate being so clumsy. Although I provide a funny incident and am a part of interesting stories in silent moments, I am not actually proud of it. In college, I have to bang my leg somewhere or trip over something. My lab coat always gets stuck at door handles resulting in broken buttons or torn pockets. And at least once a week I spend time sewing buttons on to it again. I cannot eat properly with a fork and a spoon and have to eventually resort to eating with my hands. I knock over coffee cups. I forget that my cell phone is kept on my lap and I stand up. I get shampoo in my eyes every time I take a hair bath. I spill something or the other on myself whenever I wear white. I have even banged my head on to a clean window! I have banged my shoulder onto door frames many times. The worst part about everything is that I laugh aloud when something silly happens to me. Not because I find it funny, but I try to hide my embarrassment when I do that. I have hit my head while getting out of the car and slammed the car door on to my fingers. I trip while walking almost every day. I have kind of desensitized my parents to loud bangs and crashes. When someone asks me how I got a bruise or a scratch, my answer is “I don’t know!” I can be elegant and graceful when it comes to writing, coz whenever I make a horrible mistake, there is always a backspace button waiting patiently for me. But in real life, I feel so ham-fisted and clumsy. I guess writing chose me instead of the other way!

A tribute to the Invincible King of Pop…

I just put on the news and was shocked to see the headlines “King of Pop dies at 50.” It really made me very sad coz I really was a big fan of him. From the smash hits such as “Black or White” and “They don’t really care about us” and “Bad” to the invention of the moon walk, this sensational singer did it all. He broke all the possible barriers through his songs and he’ll always be remembered. He brought the world together with his music. In spite of having a bad reputation when it came to his personal life, his music overshadowed everything. His death has been a major loss for everyone throughout the world and for music. Michael Jackson, you will be missed…
This is for you Jackson…

Jackson was a THRILLER.
But he really was a SMOOTH CRIMINAL,
He was BAD,
He was DANGEROUS,
He once saw a PRETTY YOUNG THING (PYT),
And he didn’t care whether she was BLACK OR WHITE
He told her I JUST CANT STOP LOVING YOU
He told us “I want to ROCK WITH YOU”
Jackson, YOU ROCK MY WORLD,
Now we all just REMEMBER THE TIME…

Saving You The Trouble.....

Whenever you are in trouble, don’t panic. Just calm down and count to five and there you go, everything is going to be alright. She hated this statement. She thought, “When my life is spiraling crazily out of control, why the hell should I count to five?? Have you ever experienced this? Has your life ever gone so out of hand that you would love to stay in the darkness and drown in your tears? Well, join the gang! I’m the founder by the way!"

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She sat there and looked up. She smiled. “There you are. You were never a great friend, you know. Have you ever faced such lunatic problems in life? I don’t think so. You look like someone whose has never had one hair out of place. Just perfect! Ahh…there comes that smile of yours. You like being called perfect, don’t you? You know, mom doesn’t like you. And I really don’t know why. She tells me to stay away from you. But…you’re so faultless and ideal. You understand me so well. Wait a second, I’ll be back, Moms calling..!”

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She came back hurriedly.
“Ah…that was close. Mom heard voices. She was asking who I was talking to. I told her I was watching TV. Don’t worry, I didn’t give you away. She would freak if she knew I was talking to you. She hates you. But how would she understand? You are the only friend that I have got! God! I hate being so pathetic. I hate being me! You don’t know how hard it is to be someone normal! Every morning, I don’t want to get up. I want to be you. They say I am going through a “dark phase”. Well, at least my therapist says so. But what does that idiot know? One degree doesn’t stop him from being an idiot, does it? Do you think it’s easy loving yourself? You know what I wanna be? I wanna be NUMB. I don’t wanna feel anything. I wanna be you. You know something, I bet mom likes you better than me, with your perfect everything. You made me like this. But mom, she cannot see all this. I know she hates me. I hate you. Well, I hope the two of you live happily ever after in your fucking world!

***CRASH****

There you go. I’m gone now. It’s so simple. One shard of broken glass can make your life so much better.
Oh fuck! The mirror! Damn. Moms going to kill me for this. Ohh wait a minute, she won’t have to. I already did that for her.!

What has bollywood come to?

It’s been about 10 days since the multiplex strike has been called off. But just when the Mumbai crowd seem to heave a sigh of relief, they are treated to two disaster movies- Kal Kissne Dekha (which I have not watched coz I don’t even like the title of the movie) and Paying Guest. Talking about paying guest, I was one of the courageous people who went to see the movie. I was also one of the first people to leave the theater during intermission. But the movie does serve as a good bait for all of us to wait for the big movies to come out (I hope they do well). The comedy is pathetic, although a few scenes in the first half an hour make you smile (Just smile). The rest of the movie makes you feel run over by a car again and again and again. The movie tries to compete with the sleekness of Dostana, but never manages to come even close to it. The comedy is forced on to you and it looks like the director and the actors struggle to make you laugh. The dialogues suck and so does the music. To cut a long story short, this movie makes you pay for getting bored. Hope someone breaks the bad spell of movies out lately.

Thats ME!!

Sometimes people wonder where my secret lies,
Coz I don’t have the looks that catch the eye,
I am not extremely pretty or a model size zero,
I try to be modest, but they think that I lie,
They say that I am a mystery, a treasure chest,
But even though I tell them the truth, they can never see,
I tell them; maybe it’s the sparkle of my eyes,
The stride of my step, the curl of my lips,
The arch of my back, the light in my smile,
The click of my heels, like happy feet!
They shake their heads and are still unaware,
They try to find more, but there is nothing there,
They stand mesmerized,
My head is not bowed, I never shout to catch attention,
I don’t talk real loud,
But when I pass by, it ought to make you proud!
Coz, I’m a woman.
Phenomenally,
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me!

Unadulterated Love!

It is said that “Humans are ruled by emotions and animals are ruled by instinct”. Animals buddy-up with their owners only because they know they would get food and shelter. These statements come from those people who never have had close contact or have owned any animal.

Why would a cat jump up and run to you and purr when you call out its name? Why would a dog greet you so excitedly and wag its tail every time he sees you? Although cats and dogs love differently, they do show love.
Cats are more independent animals and will show love and affection on their conditions. A cat will come when called (yes, they can be trained!), but that does not necessarily mean that he/she is “in the mood for love”. Though some cats like to snuggle up to their owners for hours, some give you short bursts of affection only. If you annoy your cat, she might ignore you for hours, even days (Yeah, I have been here before!). Cats are not quick to forgive and forget, but they are loyal. An abused cat might try to escape, to run away from you, a cat that is just annoyed because it dislikes brushing or nail clipping will ignore you, but still love you.
If this is not love….then what can you call it..??

Here is a video that brought tears to my eyes. I would love to share it with you’ll (although some of you’ll must have already seen it)!

My first attempt at 55 - Fiction!

YOUR PRESENCE:

Scurrying around the house in the midst of some work, she stepped on something soft and furry.


She shrieked in fear, “Oh! I’m so sorry Sally!”


She looked down. It was only the kitchen mat.


She sighed.


“I miss you fur-ball!”

To My Ghost Wanderer.......

See how the sun slays the moon every morning,
How the inky black sky is throttled by the rays of the blazing sun,
How the nocturnal animals have to scurry for their life at the sign of light,
If they actually made peace with each other, would we still have night and day?
Do the sun and the moon actually fight a battle for reign while we are in peaceful slumber?
Every morning, the sun rises and drives my sanity away.
I am insane, I am scared, but the world isn’t a place for cowards,
I have to hurry, I fall and I have to get up as the world isn’t a place for the aching beings.
However, I am a part of this world,
The sunrise, it isn’t mine,
But I make peace with its golden rays,
Which passes over me, creating a mask, it gets me through another day.
I close my eyes, my mind wanders,
Through traffic, houses, the concrete jungle, friends,
My mind wanders to you my love, your smile which makes my day, my ghost wanderer,
For once, I feel this sunrise is going to be different,
The day is going to be mine, and mine alone.
I dream of you every night, and my dream dies a temporary death every morning,
As the sun takes command, you come back as a day dream,
Do you ever wonder what would happen if the sun never rose,
And we both could sit in our corners of the world and dream about each other?
I know you would like that,
I feel it’s more than just telepathy,
We would be together, my ghost vagabond,
As the sun rises, I suffer from withdrawal symptoms,
I need to get high, I need the drug,
You are my drug honey,
We are all on drugs, aren’t we?
Emotional, material, or plain old pot,
We inject it, smoke it, feel it,
We get high,
We come to a point where we can’t get any higher,
You are like that, my love,
Running through my veins, a part of me,
In unspoken words,
In silent glances,
In the sunsets,
In the moment suspended in time,
That never seems to pass,
Are you like me?
What is your drug, my love?