Now I remember why i didnt bother to be extra friendly for over four years.
Thanks, to everyone who helped remind me.
Time to become like that all over again.
Until next time...
Saturday, May 31, 2008
Friday, May 23, 2008
Attack !!
I’m being attacked.
This is the fifth time in three days that I have been shat upon (By a bird. Clarification for people with overactive imaginations)
Any idea on how to avoid birds that are hell bent on shitting on you (and only you, even if you are standing under a tin-roofed shed)?
Until next time…
This is the fifth time in three days that I have been shat upon (By a bird. Clarification for people with overactive imaginations)
Any idea on how to avoid birds that are hell bent on shitting on you (and only you, even if you are standing under a tin-roofed shed)?
Until next time…
Monday, May 12, 2008
Shattered
She watched him walk off, until the tears in her eyes blurred her vision. Even after he was long gone, she stood rooted at that spot, staring after him, unmindful of the passer-by’s staring at her, and the tears that were flowing so freely. She was standing at the turning of the road, and the traffic, as usual was not much. She remembered the day she met him here for the first time. They didn’t want anyone in office to know that they were seeing each other, and hence had decided to meet here at the corner of the road, far away from prying eyes and gossiping colleagues.
Since then, for two years, everyday (except Sundays) they met here, coming and going separately, taking the utmost care that no one ever saw then together.
Which is why she couldn’t tell anybody what he had dome to her. All she could do was cry, cry and cry.
And cry some more.
Besides that she was helpless.
She couldn’t understand that how could one person, the same person make her feel like such opposite things.
First, make her feel like a queen, like the center of his world, like the most wanted person on earth (in a good sense), like the most loved person in the world, like the prettiest girl in the world, like she deserved better than him.
And then, like the scum of the earth, like the most selfish person on earth, like the worlds biggest loser, like the worlds ugliest girl, like he deserved better than her.
Someone passed by in a blue shirt, and through her blurry eyes, she caught the color blue. He had a blue shirt, in which she thought he looked really good.
A Honda Civic zoomed by. His favorite car.
How was she to live without him, when each and everything she saw reminded her of him?
Did he not remember her when he saw chocolates in a shop (her favorite), or when he saw a swift (her favorite car)?
How could so calmly say such horrible things without batting an eyelid, when the mere thought of those things made her weep like a baby?
A thousand other questions bombarded her head, answers to which she didn’t have and would never get.
After all, it was over.
After 2 years, 5 months, and 28 days.
Just two days short of their two and a half year anniversary.
She would have o return that ipod she bough him.
May be not.
Maybe she would keep it as a reminder of all the good times.
Or as as proof of her stupidity.
She was jolted out of her thoughts, finally, by a rubber ball that hit the windshield of a car parked nearby. The glass shattered and fell like crystal snow everywhere.
The loud accompanying noise is what broke her thoughts.
She looked at the glass, and thought of her heart.
Both shattered.
Only, her heart made no noise and it was irreparable.
Until next time…
Since then, for two years, everyday (except Sundays) they met here, coming and going separately, taking the utmost care that no one ever saw then together.
Which is why she couldn’t tell anybody what he had dome to her. All she could do was cry, cry and cry.
And cry some more.
Besides that she was helpless.
She couldn’t understand that how could one person, the same person make her feel like such opposite things.
First, make her feel like a queen, like the center of his world, like the most wanted person on earth (in a good sense), like the most loved person in the world, like the prettiest girl in the world, like she deserved better than him.
And then, like the scum of the earth, like the most selfish person on earth, like the worlds biggest loser, like the worlds ugliest girl, like he deserved better than her.
Someone passed by in a blue shirt, and through her blurry eyes, she caught the color blue. He had a blue shirt, in which she thought he looked really good.
A Honda Civic zoomed by. His favorite car.
How was she to live without him, when each and everything she saw reminded her of him?
Did he not remember her when he saw chocolates in a shop (her favorite), or when he saw a swift (her favorite car)?
How could so calmly say such horrible things without batting an eyelid, when the mere thought of those things made her weep like a baby?
A thousand other questions bombarded her head, answers to which she didn’t have and would never get.
After all, it was over.
After 2 years, 5 months, and 28 days.
Just two days short of their two and a half year anniversary.
She would have o return that ipod she bough him.
May be not.
Maybe she would keep it as a reminder of all the good times.
Or as as proof of her stupidity.
She was jolted out of her thoughts, finally, by a rubber ball that hit the windshield of a car parked nearby. The glass shattered and fell like crystal snow everywhere.
The loud accompanying noise is what broke her thoughts.
She looked at the glass, and thought of her heart.
Both shattered.
Only, her heart made no noise and it was irreparable.
Until next time…
So Much For Your Promises
I have always found promises to be an interesting topic, and yesterday when the topic came up with a friend, we had a good debate over it. She believes that if a promise is made it should be kept, and hence she rarely makes a promise to someone. I believe that it is not always possible to keep a promise, for life has certain plans of it’s own that we know naught about. And no matter how good our intention is to honor the promise, sometimes it just can’t happen!
So I believe that you should try. Kyonki koshish hi kamyaab hoti hai... promises are toh meant to be broken!
(I have a feeling of déjà vu, which means that I have already written this in some other blog. If you have read it already... read it once more!)
I have had many experiences in this chotu sa life of mine. In some I have been unable to honor the promises I made and in some, I was at the other end – someone couldn’t keep a promise they made. And most of the times, the person who had promised, was not at fault. Life was at fault.
Life.
My favoritest topic.
(I know... I know... favoritest is not a word in the English dictionary. But it is a word in my dictionary so learn it. It refers to the top-most thing in the list of your favorite things, when ranked in an descending order of preference – that is, the most preferred among preferences)
But we’re not doing life here, as of now. We’re doing promises.
The question that arises is, should you make promises and try to fulfill them and if not possible, then break them, or should you not make promises at all.
Guess the answer is a personal choice.
My answer, you know: try, try and try harder. And if not happening, sorry boss, better luck next time. No need to get your knickers in a twist and all because you couldn’t fulfill a promise. It’s not the end of the world. You will get another chance, another promise.
“So much for your promises.”
- Kitty in Ptolemy’s Eye, when Nat promises he’ll be back and then goes and dies.
Until next time...
So I believe that you should try. Kyonki koshish hi kamyaab hoti hai... promises are toh meant to be broken!
(I have a feeling of déjà vu, which means that I have already written this in some other blog. If you have read it already... read it once more!)
I have had many experiences in this chotu sa life of mine. In some I have been unable to honor the promises I made and in some, I was at the other end – someone couldn’t keep a promise they made. And most of the times, the person who had promised, was not at fault. Life was at fault.
Life.
My favoritest topic.
(I know... I know... favoritest is not a word in the English dictionary. But it is a word in my dictionary so learn it. It refers to the top-most thing in the list of your favorite things, when ranked in an descending order of preference – that is, the most preferred among preferences)
But we’re not doing life here, as of now. We’re doing promises.
The question that arises is, should you make promises and try to fulfill them and if not possible, then break them, or should you not make promises at all.
Guess the answer is a personal choice.
My answer, you know: try, try and try harder. And if not happening, sorry boss, better luck next time. No need to get your knickers in a twist and all because you couldn’t fulfill a promise. It’s not the end of the world. You will get another chance, another promise.
“So much for your promises.”
- Kitty in Ptolemy’s Eye, when Nat promises he’ll be back and then goes and dies.
Until next time...
Thursday, May 08, 2008
Angels & Demons
I met him about a week back, and that too quite by chance. It was my first time, and I wasn't sure what to expect. I certainly didn't expect liking him within 10 minutes of meeting him. But like him, I did. Of course I had my qualms, and rightly too. I mean – who ever likes a demon? A Demon!! Well, I did, and I still do, even though my association with him is long over. I am talking about Bartimaeus, Sakhr al-Jinni, the Serpent of Silver Plumes, N'gorso the Mighty, and my favorite – Rekhyt. And I met him in the triology, aptly titled, The Bartimaeous Triology, by Jonathan Stroud.
Bartimaeus proves throughout the three books that no one is good and no one is bad. We are all shades of grey – a little good and a little bad. Not one person I know can claim that he has never been bad, ever (except one, but then as I keep telling him, he's damn weird!) A Demon is supposed to be bad, right? Damn right, he is. All the stories we heard as kids about demons in hell who would roast you on a fire if u weren't a good girl (thanks to my teachers at Villa Theresa Convent School) had it imprinted in our brains that demons are bad. And in this book too, there are bad demons. And then there is Bartimaues. I'm not saying he was an absolute angel or really sweet or anything like that. In fact, if my mother ever heard me talking as sarcastically as he does, she would definitely think I was a demon! And he does his bit of bad and maybe even enjoys it too.
But inside that essence, underneath all those forms he took, there was something good. Even though he was a demon, he could be trusted. And that is what made me like him. Yes, he had a good (OK amazing) sense of humor; his sarcasm was top-of-the-order and he was cute (in a demonic kind of way!) But the real reason I liked him was that he was good, even though he was supposed to be bad.
We don't have to be what society expects us to be. We have to be what we want to be. It should necessarily be like this, but sadly it is necessarily the other way round. Expectations of what we are supposed to be and how we are supposed to behave run our lives. Agreed, that society has some rules to live in, like wearing clothes, and these should be followed. But doing something because it is expected of you, even though you don't want to? Like - "What will people think if I do this? I really want to but I cant!" Now that I don't agree with.
If you really want to do it that badly, then do it. Be prepared to face the consequences, and know well in advance what you are getting into. And if then, you still want to do it, then go right ahead! Don't care a damn what the world thinks or how pinky aunty will gossip about it to all other aunties of the building. She doesn't think before gossiping so as to "what will everyone think if I gossip so much?" Then why do you bother! As the people at Nike believe – Just Do It!
Ok – we went off on a tangent there – sorry. Back to Bartimaeus. If a so-called demon can find it within himself to be good to his master – someone who has enslaved him, I'm sure we all can. It doesn't take too much, and if you do it his way, it doesn't even hurt your ego! And if you have an image to maintain, as Bartimaeus (the other djinn would give him hell if they ever found out that he was nice to his master) you can be good discretely (or bad - depending on what you are right now!) Nathaniel didn't even know for a long time that Bartimaeus actually liked him (well kind-off!)
Until next time…
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