tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29390181507142823992024-03-08T13:44:29.916+05:30I wanna love my lifeif you can see this, then you have seen a lotPuneethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11166951839849157435noreply@blogger.comBlogger57125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2939018150714282399.post-29524236595190198572023-12-29T10:04:00.004+05:302023-12-29T10:09:18.252+05:30A happy hello<p></p><p><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="color: white;">I haven't been this happy in a very long time. And I have no one
to tell this to. I think I can tell you because no one reads you anymore. I
didn't feel like writing to you for the past 12 years, but I do feel like
writing now, with all that I have felt recently and am feeling now. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p>
</p><p><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="color: white;">Nervous laughter, warm hands, staircases, dimly lit lamps, the
wind and the lake, dirty shoes, cricketers, tea, a well-kept garden, no snakes,
small walks, large smiles, repetitive music, cabs and good sirs driving them,
earrings, packed food, sleeping leopard, forehead, Nerds :'), wrong gates, soft
and intimate, phone calls, warm hands again, a glass of water, squirrels,
ginger, lemon, honey, sunsets, hugs and yearning.</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p></p>Puneethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11166951839849157435noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2939018150714282399.post-44084192775385722022011-09-11T03:12:00.002+05:302011-09-11T03:18:16.338+05:30It has been a long time I updated this blog properly. Maybe a year. I remember how diligently I used to write for this blog and proudly used to showcase. So many years with this blog. From small things to big things. Thought to love. Everything.<div><br /></div><div>But now that the person who was the inspiration behind this blog is no more with me, I declare it closed. For her this was. Will be :)</div><div><br /></div><div>And anyways it is half dead. The other half death is just an obligation </div><div><br /></div><div>To this blog and her,<br />I wanna love my life.<br /></div><div>I love both of them.</div>Puneethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11166951839849157435noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2939018150714282399.post-76288891023787786632011-04-28T21:23:00.001+05:302011-04-28T21:23:53.075+05:30<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:trackmoves/> <w:trackformatting/> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:donotpromoteqf/> <w:lidthemeother>EN-US</w:LidThemeOther> <w:lidthemeasian>X-NONE</w:LidThemeAsian> <w:lidthemecomplexscript>X-NONE</w:LidThemeComplexScript> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> 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mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin-top:0in; mso-para-margin-right:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:10.0pt; mso-para-margin-left:0in; line-height:115%; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:11.0pt; font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal">I tried to capture the sun,<br />it spilled all the light on me,<br />and then asked,<br />son, still you can’t see?</p>Puneethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11166951839849157435noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2939018150714282399.post-444101491668025592011-04-11T00:51:00.000+05:302011-04-11T00:57:20.699+05:30For all who took it<div class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix"><div><p>Today was JEE.</p><p> </p><p>Sitting in a really nice university, when I log in to an e-paper I can see pictures of students getting out of the entrance test centers. Sitting in a really nice university, I realize that I could have been one of them.</p><p> </p><p>Five of my friends rejoined, revived, and re-activated their facebook accounts today after three years. And made me realize that they existed. I talked to them, one was very happy, three were skeptical, the fifth one never replied. Maybe he forgot about my existence during the past three years.</p><p> </p><p>Crammed in rooms, crammed with books, a million lives in our country study for this entrance, and each one of them wants to be there, there in that IIT. Because they know that if they won’t be there, they will be everywhere where everyone is. Call this a disillusion rendered by our country, or our childhood, or our ambition of the highest, or our nation’s failure to provide the highest to everyone, every guy and girl studying for it has the same desire. And only a portion gets selected, or lets call it a percent. That is what makes this entrance special, for it’s a heart break!</p><p> </p><p>But be it two years or three years, each one of these students has done his sums, and preparation and each one of them have done more than I have ever done in my life. Years of their childhood spent in hard work.</p><p> </p><p> </p><p>It shows how much dedication it takes,</p><p>and pain.</p><p> </p><p>Today was JEE</p><p> </p><p> </p><p>We usually celebrate achievement,</p><p>Lets celebrate desire and passion today.</p><p> </p><p>For all the JEEians, who may or maybe not be IITians,</p><p> </p><p>Salute :)</p></div></div>Puneethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11166951839849157435noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2939018150714282399.post-23649269955498312282011-01-22T02:00:00.000+05:302011-01-22T02:02:29.384+05:30Old beds.<p class="MsoNormal">As the sun finally set, he pushed the curtain to cover the windows. The sunset of the day felt weird to him, one could feel that he didn’t really like it. 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He realized that he will have to give up on a few too many habits. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">The bed was monstrous, but pretty small for a soul to settle in. Its iron boundaries gave him the coldest and lifeless feeling a non living thing could. The room looked white to him in the bright light of the tubes, and he wondered if the yellow tinge of his old room will ever return to his eyes. He decided he disliked such a bright room. He scratched his head, and the yawn came back to revive his conflict between sadness and escape. Stretching his arm, he wrapped his finger around the beer bottle he got for himself. He wanted and had promised himself to gulp it all, once he was settled. He realized he was not. But the water droplets on the surface of the bottle were too sweet, and tempting to resist. And he didn’t want to, resist. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Squeak, squeaked a rat.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">His neck turned, and his eyes met a small brown rat that was acting unusually slowly. Maybe, even he was new to the room, or like him, the whole town. He squeaked, again. He was small, his eyes made the observation again. The rat darted off towards his cupboard, and his eyes darted after him. Squeak, it squeaked again. He smiled. He felt nice with a rat around. Both trapped in a place they want to run away from. But both had to be there to learn that they had to be there. Both couldn’t help.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">The breeze came, and forced the curtain to fly. Maybe it is right this way, he mused. The intoxication can’t go on for years for sure, nor will the place. 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mso-para-margin-top:0in; mso-para-margin-right:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:10.0pt; mso-para-margin-left:0in; line-height:115%; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:11.0pt; font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;} </style> <![endif]--> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal">Speak, slowly, it’s dark,<br />candle, fire, a little spark,<br />a step, walk, you stumble,<br />leaf, falls, a crumble.</p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal">A shadow falls, ov’r the sky,<br />the day dies, without a cry,<br />the dog barks, the hen sleeps,<br />dead leaves, the widow sweeps.</p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal">Dawns the dark on the night,<br />voices sleep whispering bright.<br />I come n’ sit, on the chair,<br />watching the floor, barely fair.</p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal">The cold came whispering me tales,<br />of<span style=""> </span>dead birds, n’ silent wails,<br />of drowning men, n’ fallen kings,<br />of crying girls, n’ empty swings.</p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal">The blinds were dull,<br />the air was a lull,<br />The eyes were sleep,<br />a distant weep.</p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal">I clutched, the wood,<br />I slowly stood,<br />One hand had the flicker,<br />the other, the liquor.</p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal">The wail had its prey,<br />it started its say,<br />“The moon may shine,<br />tonight won’t be fine,<br />the candles will die,<br />as the bats will fly,<br />your <span style=""> </span>eyes will talk to dust,<br />behind pages, spies will rust<br />you are watched by dark,<br />surrounded by the bark,<br />the dark will reveal,<br />the devil’s own deal<br />but you’ll fail to see,<br />as you struggle with glee,<br />thus you are my prey,<br />as night lives its day.”</p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal">Silence, drowned, the place,<br />extinguished dark, with grace,<br />stunned, I stared,<br />into the hollow,<br />empty, nothing, to follow.</p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal">It felt strange, dying,<br />like a laughter crying,<br />my soul, wandered, lost,<br />cold, still, like frost,</p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal">I slumped, and fell,<br />bliss, engulfed with a swell,<br />the dark showed me life,<br />accompanied by a heart’s strife.</p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal">I may have been a prey,<br />beyond black, lied my grey,<br />the dark showed me all,<br />from big, wrong, right to small.</p><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal">A smile etched, I blinked,<br />died, as the cups broke and clinked.<br /><br /> <br /> </p>Puneethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11166951839849157435noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2939018150714282399.post-21219742711232482622010-11-20T20:13:00.004+05:302010-11-20T20:40:42.954+05:30From Amrikka, with love<span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >And now the U.S. president will address the parliament.</span><br /><br />Mr. Vice President, Madame Speaker, Mr. Prime Minister, Members of the Lok Sabha and Rajya Sabha, and most of all, the very useful people of India.<br /><br />I thank you for the great honor of addressing the very opportunistic representatives of more than one billion blind Indians and the world's largest opportunity err I mean democracy. I bring the greetings, friendship, and a few goodies of the world's oldest dominating democracy-the USA, including nearly three million marginalized and patriotic Americans Indians.<br /><br />I am a man of few words, because I don’t know many.<br />Over the past two days, me and my wife had the opportunity to witness schoolchildren who are being taught very nicely to work in and for our country, and also the innovators who are fuelling USA’s economic rise more than India’s. At every stop, we have been welcomed with hospitality for which the honible Indians are known for. The dreams in their eyes, to work in the microsofts, and googles of USA. Some will succeed, for others we have our hygienic grocery shops.<br />I am not the first president, nor the last president to visit this charming country. But yes, I am the president who has brought the highest number of opportunities for the classes, not the masses.<br />After witnessing the rise of India, I believe that the relationship between USA and India will be one of the defining relationships in this century. From a country of snake charmers, it has become a land of big industrialists and rich farmers. Thus I believe that India is our bandwagon for the further development of our country, and thus I am here to book as many opportunities as I can for my country.<br />I am here to tell you that India and USA are like brothers, USA being the elder one. As an elder brother, we will take adequate care of you, though sometimes we may snatch your lollipops but that is to ensure that you people ever get pampered.<br />Maybe we don’t share common values, but yes you people are catching up. I can see your clothes getting shorter by the day. Your people now have an accent which resembles ours. And now the sophistication is pretty clear in your eyes. Only today I was talking to the young entrepreneurs of your country, how individualistic, ambitious, and power hungry they have become. They just need a direction. We will show them the way. We have the executive positions for you, the laboratories are ready for you, the call centers are empty, just for you. We believe that no matter where you live-whether a village in Punjab or the bylanes of Chandni Chowk…an old section of Kolkata or a new high-rise in Bangalore-every person deserves the same chance to have the opportunity to work, earn, and live under us. That is why, this time I have brought more corporate minds than beaurocrats . We really want to stamp our presence in your markets. After all our macdonalds feed your mouths. I am here for strong business, which will be good for me, and good for you my audience. The United States remains-and will continue to remain-one of the most open economies in the world. And we want to open your economy, I hope you understand what I mean.<br />We are ready to share our nuke secrets with you, but that comes at a cost. You may call it freedom, and have some complains. But trust me it is worth it. And anyways you haven’t a done a good with your freedom till now. And about the permanent seat in UNSC, we are ready to vouch for you. But again, we don’t want you getting mushy with iran then. We don’t want you to pursue foreign policies that may hurt your elder brother, the USA. You may call this curtailment of sovereignty, but then who will put you on the right track if not your elder brother. Talking about the Pakistan problem, and the terrorism that affects your dinner table, I just have a sentence to say. Millions die of diseases in your country due to diseases every year, so why such a hue and cry about a few hundred who die at the hands of your neighbor?<br />To sum up this short speech, I really want to say that you are our partner in Asia, because China is too strong to be made one. We will always give you opportunities to speak when we want you to. We are committed to see that you don’t develop too much, that it may hurt us in the end. And yes, we take the credit and responsibility of indirectly shortening your population. To speak out a manipulated quotation from your oh so wonderful panchatantra – “That one is mine and the other a stranger is the concept of little minds. But to the large-hearted, the world itself is itself is a bag full of opportunities and booty.”<br /><br />Thank you, Jai Hind!, and long live the relationship between India and the United States. The relationship of money or morals, is our discretion.<br /><br /><br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></p>Puneethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11166951839849157435noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2939018150714282399.post-67332404780997371032010-10-08T21:28:00.001+05:302010-10-08T21:32:40.927+05:30The Morgue<div style="text-align: center;" class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix"><p>The door creaked, and the gap opened,<br />voices boomed, and boots were heard,<br />the wind was very still, the air was full of death,<br />you are in the morgue my friend, the world of dead men.</p><p>"Welcome, welcome" sang every dead,<br />"welcome to your cold hot bed",<br />"now you are us, for all your death",<br />"you'll survive heartless breathing without a breath."</p><p>The dead hummed as they greeted the new,<br />they swayed slowly as their white cloth flew,<br />Their eyes were black, and the skin was blue,<br />the scars were there, and the blood was true.</p><p>"We sleep all day, we sleep all night",<br />"with eternal dark around, we wake at innocent bright",<br />"we sing for new, we sing for old",<br />"If not a life, we have a soul to hold".</p><p>The cold steel was clear, the cold was gray,<br />containing the glorious dead who would never pray,<br />the moon shone the floor, the panes shadowed the blurred,<br />none saw inside, nor inside saw the world.</p><p>"here no one comes, and no one goes"<br />"some died of life, some died of blows"<br />"the corridors are blue with our eerie cold"<br />"no one bought us, nor we got sold"</p><p>The body in jewels laid down along the one in rags,<br />after dying they were brought in the same plastic bags,<br />the cruel morgue puts dead men together,<br />every proud, arrogant, humble under the same feather.</p><p>Not a living came to visit or see a dead one,<br />after being silenced they never felt the love nor the sun.<br />the remains lay in cold, devoid of any belief,<br />the morgue killed every joy, and buried any grief.</p></div>Puneethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11166951839849157435noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2939018150714282399.post-37493416298452997172010-10-06T22:02:00.001+05:302010-10-06T22:06:58.325+05:30Blind eyed men<p>A knife with a blunt edge,<br />a pen made a blurred sketch.<br />a leaf that broke away,<br />a child that went to pray. </p><p>I stand here with a cup in hand,<br />one foot on in mud, one in sand.<br />I lost my eyes when pecked by a hen,<br />to live in a world of blind men. </p><p>The wind sways under clouds,<br />the crows call out to their kin,<br />I stand here with a cup in hand,<br />as blind as a barbed pin. </p><p>The dust settles, and it rains,<br />men work, and their children play.<br />I stand here with a cup in hand,<br />on me creep up the dogs stray. </p><p>The sound of the water,<br />and the beautiful fish that swim,<br />I stand here with a cup in hand,<br />as the day ends with the light dim. </p><p>The moon comes up to fly,<br />the black sky celebrated by the stars,<br />I stand here with a cup in hand,<br />as small girls dance around with flowers. </p><p>The fragrance of something that bakes,<br />the voice of the wives over the shops,<br />I stand here with a cup in hand,<br />as the world buys, sells, and robs. </p><p>The night ends to draw a new day,<br />if the previous was black, this is as grey.<br />The days end and end as leaves brake,<br />men are too busy to take a notice fake. </p><p>I am strong enough to stand here with a cup in hand,<br />notice the world with feet on hot sand,<br />I maybe a blind beggar standing with a cup in hand,<br />but I can still see and celebrate my land. </p><p>I am a blind beggar who can pen,<br />standing in a world of blind men.</p>Puneethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11166951839849157435noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2939018150714282399.post-52142412656499037422010-09-09T19:30:00.003+05:302010-09-09T21:08:38.178+05:30The Cruise<div style="text-align: center;">Due to the inert happiness, I was bored and down,<br />I wore my shoes, and decided to go round the town.<br /><br />I unbolted and opened the house gate,<br />feeling the cold metal which my hand ate.<br /><br />The air was cool, the sky wasn't clear,<br />The dark clouds pretended to be far, in fact they were near.<br /><br />I started walking on the road, kicking the lumps of mud,<br />watched laborers working, mixing water with their blood.<br /><br />And their children lying naked under the heat,<br />deprived of food, dying bodies with dirty feet.<br /><br />Rubbing my shoes on the gravel, I moved ahead,<br />Met a fruitseller selling apples green n' grapes red.<br /><br />Fruits he never ate, he offered with grace,<br />owned trembling hands with a pleading face.<br /><br />I looked up to see the blue sky,<br />saw rich men sitting in a vehicle pretty high.<br /><br />I looked down to see the seller again,<br />smiled at him, and understood his pain.<br /><br />Clothing my hands with pockets I went ahead,<br />to find beggars asking for bread.<br /><br />Some were one eyed n' others had two to see,<br />sitting along the walls where men usually pee.<br /><br />A big structure stood on the other side of the road,<br />decorated by a great honoured politician hanging on a board.<br /><br />The public servant who served the ones who could give him back,<br />and did charity to himself by filling his sack.<br /><br />A little ahead came restaurants with huge yellow smiles,<br />preparing food they were to throw at night in piles.<br /><br />Suddenly I ran, moved my feet to escape,<br />leaving human bodies behind to stare and gape.<br /><br />And I reached a tree brilliantly huge and strong,<br />with yellow leaves, and branches in directions wrong.<br /><br />I touched the roots, and felt the wind across my face,<br />putting my hair right across the wrong place.<br /><br />Opened my arms to call out for rain,<br />standing in the world so just and sane.<br /><br />Incidentally the god heard, and rain did start,<br />I started the run, shirt tugged to the heart.<br /><br />The big houses went, and the flair passed,<br />there were servants in them, brilliantly grassed.<br /><br />The shanties came, flowing with the water,<br />a thin father running after his daughter.<br /><br />The canal came, with boat in it,<br />a sailor directing it with his dying grit.<br /><br />An old man struggled with the umbrella and the stick,<br />as the water around him made him pretty sick.<br /><br />Atlast the home reached my shoes,<br />as I ended my silent cruise.<br /><br />I jumped on, on my bed,<br />laughed, cried, cursed, and said<br /><br />"Life is so weird, a god with a beard.<br />He never shows his face, never gives everyone a good place.<br />He makes one a king, the other one to sing,<br />but all the others get struggle on which to cling.<br />A god he with a beard, he never shows face.<br />If he ever does, I am sure that many will take his case."</div>Puneethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11166951839849157435noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2939018150714282399.post-48908826203336853362010-09-08T18:11:00.001+05:302010-09-08T18:19:53.111+05:30Bodhki Ram Buddhu<div class="uiHeader uiHeaderBottomBorder mbm">Any god who may read,<br />The post office of heaven,<br />The sky.</div><p> </p><p>Date : 3rd of august on earth.</p><p> </p><p>Subject : Too light for the intellectual god</p><p> </p><p>Dear God,<br /> I dearly hope that this letter finds you as soon as it reaches the heaven. I hope you won’t be out on an inspection session in hell, because I don’t want any sub ordinates of yours to read this very private letter.</p><p>God, I have been surrounded by intellectual people all over. The simple problem I have is that I am finding it very hard to survive among such people. The way they talk, their mannerisms, the way they eat, the way they use their genitals, the way wipe their butts after using the washroom, and the way they show me down, and make me feel like an outcast. I am really miserable god. When my friends in the classroom raise their hands, and answer to the teachers, I feel stupid. Leave the answers, I am unable to understand the questions for starters. These intellectual people talk in hushed tones, and look at me in bewilderment when I shout or stand up on benches or break plastic scales on someone’s head for just a bit of fun. They make my life boring, and the fact that my parents want me to be one of them kills me every night when I go to piss in my garden. My parents want me to comb my hair, wear the tie with a perfect knot, talk in a sophisticated manner, and act sensible, and I don’t even know the meaning of sensible. Those big books with more than a hundred pages fail to hold my interest, until and unless they don’t have monkeys and donkeys illustrated on their pages. I have been flunking all my exams except the drawing one because the drawing teacher declined to give me grades after she saw what I drew. The only solace is when I go to play in the playground. But then, even there the games they play have so many rules. There is this game of a stick and a round ball they play in which there is a boundary of limitation, and so many men standing surrounding the man with the stick, and surprisingly the man with the stick never hits them. I fail to understand their rules god, I prefer kicking stones, and digging holes in the playground, and occasionally I get kicked for it by the other people in the ground. And then in class, most of the people wear these round rimmed things with glasses fitted in them on their eyes. It makes them look ugly, and when I ask them the reason of wearing it, they tell me that it makes them read better, and obviously make them more intellectual. You should listen to their jokes god. You have to think about the joke four times, and then you get it, and then you laugh on it. There was this joke I overheard once in the afternoon, and I started laughing at midnight when I atlast got it, and I was sleeping between my parents, and got a spanking from them for being uncivilized, and unsophisticated. What an unfortunate, and sad a joke, it was for me.<br /> I won’t blame you for not making me intellectual. But I beg you to place me somewhere on earth, where the people aren’t so intellectual. When I see the dumb people of my class, I find peace and solace in them. They are the ones who never answer, have the most sleep, the largest of the yawns, the loudest of the burps, and the farts, and the most fun. Their jokes evoke laughter from within. And they have such innocent smiles. Please put such people along with me in some lonely deserted land, and I promise that we will do good enough deeds to qualify for heaven, and make you proud.</p><p> </p><p>cigars,<br />Your seven year old kid,<br />Bodhki Ram Buddhu</p>Puneethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11166951839849157435noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2939018150714282399.post-67295686426674509372010-08-06T04:50:00.001+05:302010-08-06T04:50:54.369+05:30Good Nightgo go go go go<br />run run run<br />to the shadows under the blanket,<br />to a life warm,<br />and a sleep calm.<br /><br />a sweet an air that will run over you,<br />and the eyebrows that will move when you dream,<br />a pretty face smiling with a beam.<br /><br />the soft eyes won't move anymore,<br />you will turn red as you sleep,<br />as black will turn more dark and very deep.<br /><br />hours will pass over you,<br />and you will run through it,<br />because you have to wake up and sit.<br /><br />go go go go go<br />run run run<br />today's work is done,<br />tomorrow is waiting with a grunt,<br />and another happiness you will have to hunt.Puneethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11166951839849157435noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2939018150714282399.post-15287861705342931452010-08-04T16:02:00.000+05:302010-08-04T16:03:52.713+05:30Morning MileA ray wakes me up out of a dream,<br />To be treated with milk with cream.<br /><br />A yawn I possess as I drink,<br />Shying from the bright I blink.<br /><br />Slowly I tilt towards the window,<br />to find a sparrow and a crow.<br /><br />A smile on my face spreads,<br />As I sway pulling threads.<br /><br />I jump across to stand,<br />To stretch I raise my hand.<br /><br />Cleaning my teeth I think about last,<br />Throwing yesterday into my past.<br /><br />The cold floor feeling my warm feet,<br />As I brush my teeth clean and neat.<br /><br />Then the soap so soft washes me nice,<br />I fill the bucket less than twice.<br /><br />Out of the tile room I run to dress,<br />White shirt, blue pants are a bless.<br /><br />The blue tie with a permanent knot,<br />The badge I lost and yesterday bought.<br /><br />The shoes dusty I wear without polishing,<br />As my mother shouts I softly sing.<br /><br />And I see to my left to find my strong bag,<br />With seventeen books I was to drag.<br /><br />The mirror comes to me for my hair,<br />Thinking today I won’t emulate the mare.<br /><br />Smiling and laughing I run away from it,<br />But father combs my hair after making me sit.<br /><br /> The bread in my mouth and the one in my box,<br />So much stuff in the mouth turns me red like a fox.<br /><br />A good child in me turns into a student,<br />To the school I have to be sent.<br /><br />Like a leaf without a tree,<br />My childhood I seePuneethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11166951839849157435noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2939018150714282399.post-308672305715308452010-07-30T21:08:00.002+05:302010-07-30T21:55:22.678+05:30A south IndianAs i write this, my hand is shivering. Maybe I am just too confused to keep it still. One month in the law university, and sentiments are back after the initial excitement and anxiety of a new place.<br /><br />I reached here to find a big south indian as my room mate, and a silent south indian at that. I guess he didn't want to trust the north indian sitting in the room. The days started, and I used his laptop to chat with my friends at night. I asked him to talk, and he did with an ease which looked like he always used to talk. The legal studies on, classes on. I, the sleeper in the room was woken by him everyday at seven, after a lot of effort of course(which included messages, calls, and surely names). A four o' clock waker, I found a lot of innocent manliness in him. I did ask him a lot of questions about himself, he gave me a lot of answers about himself, the thing ended there. He used to listen to our vulgar language and used to ask the meaning. Thus our Bala is the man -<br /><br />(a) who rarely speaks, but when he does beats all in humour and vulgar.<br />(b) the man, who when asked by seniors to call himself 'babba' (due to his big size), spoke his full name clearly, and trust me no senior was ready to force him to say babba.<br />(c) the guy who has been most effective in waking me up in the morning till now in my hostel life.<br />(d) the guy who can blush more than any girl.<br />(e) the guy who even with a fracture can still walk up and down the staircase ten times a day.<br />(f) the guy who had the guts to wear what he wanted to without submission.<br />(g) the student who got us all the internet safeguards, the downloads and proxies available, and saved our computer.<br />(h) the student with whom the whole pressure of studies amounted to nothing, and the discussions were too sharp to be slow.<br />(i) the roommate whose acer aspire 1 saved my relationship and destroyed one relationship (aayush's)<br />(j) the person who is intellectual as high as he is fat. Maybe more.<br />(k) the mate who cared about me, and vinaya.<br />(l) the boy who used to stand silently while I used to blabber about my perspective.<br />(m) the human being I am sure will be something very big in his life. And very means more than very.<br /><br />I remember thinking this when I just sat in my new room on the first day of hostel life here - After five years, when I will leave this university, I will miss all my friends like hell. Like hell and like hell. But just after 25 days, when this guy is leaving the university, for he cleared the best law university in India, I am having the same feeling. I am shivering.<br /><br />A friend of 25 days, and I know I always fall in love with south Indians.<br /><br />To this south indian, from chunni (aayush) and sleepy (me), tata bye bye.<br /><br />P.S. - We will miss watching you snore at 3 in the night.Puneethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11166951839849157435noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2939018150714282399.post-49704094797757330462010-05-17T21:34:00.001+05:302010-05-17T21:37:03.335+05:30Anger, pain, and insanity.<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">I can understand I am insane when I start listening to music at full volume, punching my wall to feel the knuckles. I perfectly understand I am insane, and for a considerable amount of time too. I am insane right now too, and if I keep typing for a long long I am sure to break the keyboard. And yes, I am dangerous during this time.<br /><br />Let me understand my insanity, in my childhood I used to be angry, very angry. When angry, I used to bite my tongue between the two jaws, it gave me pleasure. I wanted to crush my anger source, to split that person into two, taking a knife and blowing his eyes, inserting hot rods in his ears, burning his lips, and then with finesse cutting him into two parts vertically. I used to visualise it all keeping the person in mind. And no, it never gave me any pleasure, it gave me incentive to at least punch him to some bleeding.<br /><br />The primary reason for my childhood anger was the non-introduction of reason of anything. Like someone asked me to do anything and then he didn’t give me a reason, I felt the same for him as I felt for the person in the paragraph above. Reasons are basically important for me, and as I have seen in this world, either there is reason or there is bloodshed. Thus the same went with me, as a kid I couldn’t blood up anyone but yes I used to fantasize of killing my anger sources, pathetically at that.<br /><br />Pain grew as a cure to anger. I don’t understand mental torture or pain or any of the shit novels, and people say, I don’t believe in it because I haven’t ever seen it. I believe in physical pain, because I have seen people crying out of pain and punches. And their cries are desires of sympathy, and voice, it gives me intense satisfaction, no doubts.<br /><br />I grew up to be a lenient person, the anger got buried under layers, and no one really gave me enough reasons to bring it up again. As I entered my 16th year, the pressures came, the reasons came, and the frustration came. It so happened that I started seeing reason in everything I did, but when I was asked to do things opposite of my own reasons it made me angry and when I couldn’t do anything to satisfy my anger it turned into insanity. So much more of punching walls, tearing notebooks, and shouting out to beat my own lungs. And yes, being rude to people intentionally to hurt them and as people tell me, I quite as well succeeded in it.<br /><br />So, let me draw a graph for my anger, and insanity. In my case, it has a lot to do with pleasure I gain from self inflicted pain, and a lot of encouragement from the fantasies I give birth to. In anger, I see reason, and that reason tells me that I am irrational. On the other hand, people in anger can’t see reason. I see reason, and then I act irrational in the worst possible way. Though I don’t really have a history of violence, to find reason I will always turn insane, and maybe when I have power enough I will inflict the pain on others too.<br /><br />To end on a sadistic note,<br /><br />“Let me hurt you before you die yourself.”</span></span><br /></span>Puneethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11166951839849157435noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2939018150714282399.post-38797901640897671082010-03-16T17:14:00.002+05:302010-03-16T17:42:27.534+05:30A Fairy TaleA day started with a bag on my shoulder,<div>I hurried to school picking the pens from the holder.</div><div>I sat on the cycle and kicked the paddle,</div><div>with zest like sitting on a horse with a saddle.</div><div><br /></div><div>The journey began with the ups and downs of slope,</div><div>violent velocity and a no falling hope.</div><div>The insignificant constructions zoomed by,</div><div>I knew them, so unbothered I fly.</div><div><br /></div><div>And then started my anticipated fairy tale,</div><div>on the pavement I saw a woman very pale.</div><div>I couldn't judge her age from twenty metres,</div><div>she was standing outside a house of cheaters.</div><div><br /></div><div>I saw and stared her till out of sight,</div><div>the sad eyes and the face so bright.</div><div>The red lipstick and the brows so black,</div><div>she sure wasn't from the mansion nor from the shack.</div><div><br /></div><div>The distinctive saree and the naked feet,</div><div>the way she kept her hands were a watch to treat.</div><div>I surely got infatuated with the wonder,</div><div>I rode that journey with a new found thunder.</div><div><br /></div><div>At the school, I did maths and science,</div><div>for the first time out of tens, I got nines.</div><div>There was certainly something special about that day,</div><div>I want to see that woman, to the god I pray.</div><div><br /></div><div>My jolly nine-year old heart kicked on for hours,</div><div>I saw dreams of her, I did make towers.</div><div>Back at home, I smiled all the time,</div><div>Mom thought I was tired & slept me with a rhyme.</div><div><br /></div><div>The next day journey, I saw her again,</div><div>she was still barefoot, and the eyes still showed pain.</div><div>I again saw and stared her out of sight,</div><div>she stole all my day and she stole all my night.</div><div><br /></div><div>So the journey every morning changed for good,</div><div>I saw her everyday while riding, but never stood.</div><div>She was there everyday, she didn't notice me at first,</div><div>she seemed lost in her mind like quenching her thirst.</div><div><br /></div><div>After a lot of days, she finally noticed me,</div><div>a frown on her face, like she was angry at me to see.</div><div>I didn't change routine, I still stared as I paced,</div><div>still the frown on her face didn't get replaced.</div><div><br /></div><div>Then one auspicious journey, she gave me a weak smile,</div><div>whole day I felt bouts of joy while after while.</div><div>I was so happy, I wanted to save that smile in a glove,</div><div>my nine year old heart sure fell in pure love.</div><div><br /></div><div>She became my fairy, she was my dame,</div><div>every day her smile was a joy and still the same.</div><div>The twenty metres between us never got less,</div><div>she was always the same beautiful, always the same dress.</div><div><br /></div><div>Months and months passed like a dream,</div><div>she was my ecstasy, a heaven she did seem.</div><div>With the journey, I changed into a happy boy,</div><div>even at twenty metres, her smile pleased like a toy.</div><div><br /></div><div>One day my father decided to drop me at school,</div><div>during the journey he caught me staring at her like a fool.</div><div>He saw her, and said, "Oh, that's an eunuch."</div><div>he pronounced the word like she was an ugly duck.</div><div><br /></div><div>That day in school, I stole a dictionary from the library,</div><div>I read the meaning, it was so short and scary.</div><div>When I learnt all about it, I was shocked to death,</div><div>I cried and cried all day and got short of breath.</div><div><br /></div><div>Thus I understood that it wasn't natural to love her anymore,</div><div>I stopped the journey with a heart broken and sour.</div><div>Bliss was so nice, bliss was so sure,</div><div>that part of my soul broke with no cure.</div><div><br /></div><div>But even if I couldn't love her, I still smile at her thought,</div><div>the happiness, the love, the joy she brought.</div><div>She will be my fairy, she will be my fairy tale,</div><div>that person so sad, that person so pale.</div>Puneethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11166951839849157435noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2939018150714282399.post-5623071263174640602010-02-07T00:09:00.001+05:302010-02-07T00:09:45.590+05:301460 days<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">This is not nostalgia. This is just a realisation that how fast life moves, and how we mistake it being too slow. I clearly remember how four years during the end of eighth standard, I counted out the days I had more to get out of home. 1460 days was the perfect figure and for a dozen or so days I used to cross out the days mentally. But the overwhelming number of days never seemed like ending, so I gave up counting them out. And today when I sit here on this chair, I realise that I only have a few days left and then I will be out of my own house forever. How time came and went by, each day passed away leaving weak memories occasionally. I was fourteen years old back then and how I longed to grow up. But there was one thing I had back then, and that was that I used to dream. I was an innocent dreamer, the one who used to play, study, and appreciate his own actions highly. I used to be amused, and awed by things back then, but now things only satisfy me. The sense of realism and rationality which has been crusted on me has killed that tender dreamer. Entering the ninth standard, my mind bought itself restrictions called love and future. The future of packages, of doing great, and the burden of being successful did direction me to a scripted path. And of love, I discovered a whole new world of girls. As a student of boys’ school, my contact and experience with girls had been lesser than zero. They were creatures from whom I shied from, little beautiful beings that were just meant to be admired, and dreamt about secretly under the blankets, things about whom you think about, smile and blow away like an unachievable dream. But introduction to a complicated thing like sex and flesh blood girls did make me think about them a lot. The usual concept of love did affect me and as a teenager I half forced and half lusted myself to fall into it. And for the first time in my life I had aims or roughly restrictions, love and future.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">I vaguely remember my first day in my school in kindergarten, the parents saw off their kids in the quadrangle, and so did my father. Out of habit, I asked my father to come down lower near to my face so that I could kiss him. As a very private person, my father declined and softly said “This isn’t exactly the right place, son.” as the quadrangle was full of parents and students. Then he put his big hands on my face, gave me a big smile and left. I clearly remember the denial of his cheek that day. I didn’t know of embarrassment at that age.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">And then there was this day, when we entered Ist standard from kindergarten. I and my best friend were sitting on the stairs, and then I held up my newly acquired blue school tie and announced, “Piyush, we are seniors now!” How big I felt and how senior I felt that day. I guess that was the biggest I ever felt in my life. And now, when I am in the highest standard of my school life, I don’t feel like a senior at all, it is just as something which is going on and has no significance. Like someone has forced me into a boat named ‘Puneet’s life’ and the oars of the boat are being controlled by someone else.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">I am the only son of my working parents and from a young age I had this habit of being alone in my house for long periods of time. I have loved the hollowness and silence of the house from the beginning, it gave me my own space of imagination and the faint light coming out of the curtains have always fascinated and ignited my mind in weird ways. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">The earliest and first girl in my life was the daughter of my mother’s fellow colleague in the school. I was 5 or 6 years old and I used to go to my mother’s school on some days, and she also used to come. She was my same age, I remember how we used to jump on the desks, and run through the empty classrooms. I don’t know if she was pretty or not, but she did look beautiful to me back then. I haven’t met her for twelve years, but I so want to meet and feel her now. It isn’t a feeling of love or longing, it is just that I want to see how she has grown up. I adore my memories with her, and just want to match myself with her now.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">All my life I have been a good student when forced, and till sixth standard, my mother forced me enough to be great at studies. I still remember her reading out every line of the hindi chapter and then also explaining it to me. I have always been awful at hindi. She had been a good teacher to me. She just left me on my own in seventh standard and I somehow like the decision now. It made me wander into different spheres of life by myself.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">I turned 18 a few days back. The 1460 days went by and that too faster than a flash. I don’t miss myself being a child, but I miss my open sky at which I used to gaze, and my open grounds on which I used to run. I hate paths and I hate directions, and somehow I feel that I lost something in my transition to being an adult. I miss something, something very dear, and something which defined me. I guess I need to cry. I need to cry.</span></p>Puneethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11166951839849157435noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2939018150714282399.post-75329524526434764942009-11-16T21:35:00.002+05:302009-11-16T21:41:19.142+05:30Get the dogs<div style="text-align: center;">“Get the dogs”, pronounced the mayor,<br />Agreement went through the crowd as he rose from the chair.<br /><br />There were to be no more dogs in that town called ‘tray’,<br />All the living things watched in amazement as all the dogs vanished in a day.<br /><br />The people smiled at the absence of dog shit near their garden fence,<br />Small eyed, big minds, they were preachers of the materialistic silence.<br /><br />The new found echo of the silent bark was accepted,<br />“Dirty, filthy creatures they were”, mused the intellectual kid.<br /><br />Tray became a town of an ordered crowd,<br />Elimination of the animal made them proud.<br /><br />The sun rose, sat and drowned,<br />The days went by without a sound.<br /><br />But somewhere the grand old people were sad like a chalk,<br />The four legged was no more there to accompany them for their morning walk.<br /><br />The cats missed their gangly and handsome dogs,<br />Now they had to flirt with the timid mice and the fat frogs.<br /><br />The cocks became tired of the whole responsibility of waking the town,<br />Earlier the bark was enough to wake the people in their gown.<br /><br />The children had no one to throw the bones and balls at,<br />Instead of dogs, on their fathers the toddlers sat.<br /><br />The only vet in the town got bored of treating birds and cats,<br />He missed the body of fleas, mud and the dirty pats.<br /><br />The absence of barks made the streets a grave,<br />No need of running away from the bites made people forget of how to be brave.<br /><br />The paw marks and squeals of the puppies,<br />The only music to the ears was the sound of the keys.<br /><br />There were no more disturbances for the nerds studying at night,<br />Now they realised how much they enjoyed watching a dog fight.<br /><br />No more dug grounds, no more treasure around,<br />It was so monotonous for the teens without the dogs around.<br /><br />No more shit waiting on the door for the people in the morning,<br />The morning tea was so tasteless without that sight which was so frustrating.<br /><br />The poet of Tray lost all his inspiration without the animal,<br />Without the hairy back, the hanging tongue, life was so dull.<br /><br />Infants cried out for the wet licks,<br />Missing the dogs gave them hics.<br /><br />Tray became a town of a chaotic group,<br />Absence of the animal made them a deflated troop.<br /><br />Everyone assembled and asked the mayor to have the dogs back,<br />The mayor agreed and called for his servant pack.<br /><br />The servants stood in front of him in a single set,<br />Not knowing about the task, they were going to get.<br /><br />“Get the dogs”, pronounced the mayor,<br />“We killed all of them, so there are none left here”<br /><br />And thus the sun rose, sat and drowned,<br />And the days went by without a sound.</div>Puneethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11166951839849157435noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2939018150714282399.post-12294331688828296222009-10-22T02:20:00.003+05:302009-10-22T02:31:16.829+05:30The Rejection<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">“Are you nuts dude?” Aron told me instead of asking. Eighteen year olds do that all the time.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">“Here take the nuts” I handed him an imaginary bowl containing brown nuts full to the brim.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:14.0pt;">See that’s what love does to you. You start imagining so optimistically that you see everything going your way (in this case, my friend’s way).<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">“Are you sure that you are going to propose her, I mean if you want a hug, a kiss or a fuck, take her out to an abandoned place and out of boredom you people will definitely end up doing at least one of the three”</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">“I want comfort, I am tired of being single, I am going crazy without her, and I love her.” I defended my proposal feebly.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">“Have a fuck with love, I can’t believe you are doing this”</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">“By the way, I need to buy a gift for her, I can’t propose her empty-handed.” I tried to steer him to another topic.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">“Yeah, and this time I am accompanying you, you don’t want to repeat those bad smelling strange orange flowers which you gave her on her birthday” and sometimes I wonder how fast friends accept your actions and agree to be a part of it. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">He stood up and went to the refrigerator.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">“Why the fuck isn’t there any coke in it?” he just needed excuses to swear.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">“The coke reminds me that did you do anything with <st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">Georgia</st1:place></st1:country-region> that evening over the cold drinks?” I wanted the details, kisses are always fun to hear.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">“No, she only kissed the coke can that evening”</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">“I guess you also need to propose her”</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">“For a kiss? To do hell with your proposal.” He barked as he threw imaginary bowl back at me.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:14.0pt;">See things were coming my way. That is what happens when you are in love.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:14.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:14.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;">---x---x---x---x---x---</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:14.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">The shop was exotic, and the things were more exotic. We both stared at this advertisement showcasing a free ticket to the lucky winner to <st1:place st="on"><st1:country-region st="on">Bahamas</st1:country-region></st1:place>, bikini clad beauties sunbathing on the beach.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">“Think you win this ticket, and you end up there with your girl as the partner. You won’t even be able to stare at the curves, let alone doing justice to the bodies. All you will end up doing is taking notes on the different types of lingerie dictated by your girl.” said Aron. He did terrify me a bit by the thought of holding handbags full of lingerie. But I wasn’t going for the contest, so no <st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">Bahamas</st1:place></st1:country-region>, no beautiful bodies and definitely no lingerie.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">“I love her man” I really wanted to convince him. He gave me a dirty look and we started the search for the heart winner. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">At last I came upon this really beautiful ring with her name’s first letter inscribed on it. It reminded me of a movie, but I put the thought aside and convinced myself that I was the world’s most original Romeo.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">I asked the price, and took out the money from my pocket. The money I saved in two months plus all the debts I took for this gift. I admired the ring liking the smooth surface and the shine. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">“Are you really going to propose her, as in kneel down in front of her mudding your jeans and extending your hand and telling her all that gibberish?” Aron jerked me as I was going to hand over the bucks. He thought I was joking all the time I told him about her. He now understood it consciously, when I paid the money for the event. Money always seals a deal or an event.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">“Yeah, that is the way it is done, right.” </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">“Uhh, you are going to be in deep shit, and you call it deep love.” He turned the other side to watch the bikini babes as I handed the last bucks I partially owned.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:14.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;">---x---x---x---x---x---</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:14.0pt;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">“I like you very much” I was on my knees, and as prophesised by Aron I was definitely mudding my jeans, and she was staring at me wide eyed.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">“I like you too. So what is it in hiding? Aren’t we that close as friends that we like each other?” She knew. I know she knew that what I was trying to tell her.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">“I mean I like you in that way” It wasn’t going as planned for sure. She moved a little away from me.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">“Dave, you really have a special place in my life. I feel so comfortable talking to you or being with you, you are like my best friend. I love you, as a friend though. I don’t want to lose you.” She said as a matter of fact. Who says girls can’t shut you up?</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:14.0pt;">But was that a no? I seriously couldn’t understand. All I wanted was that I wanted her to feel how much I loved her, I wasn’t quite sure how to tell her. She was insisting on me being a good friend to her for a lifetime. I can’t help being reminded of the song ‘House of cards’ by that depressing band radiohead.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:14.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:14.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;">I don’t want to be your friend,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:14.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;">I just want to be your lover.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:14.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;">No matter how it ends,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:14.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;">No matter how it starts.</span><o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"><i><br /></i></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:14.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:14.0pt;">For sure I wasn’t going to sing that out for her. She would definitely say no then.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">“I was going crazy without telling you. From two months I wanted to tell you this and wasn’t able to. I love you.” And the surge of feeling made me lively. I really wanted her to say yes. I would have begged, but that wouldn’t have suited my dignity. I skipped the begging part.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">“I don’t want to lose you. I never knew that you felt like this for <st1:state st="on"><st1:place st="on">me.</st1:place></st1:state>” She was definitely making me feel guilty of feeling ‘that’ way. She continued,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">“If I would even have an inclination or a hint of this, I would have cleared it to you. I never told you but I was committed. I broke up just two months back.” The last two lines were a blur.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">“What?” I thought I misheard, and I was pretty sure of that.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">“I was committed, I had a boyfriend. We broke up two months back.” Who said central <st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">India</st1:place></st1:country-region> was safe from explosives, she just hurled a nuclear at me. I went limp, I really felt empty. I was thoroughly and truly shocked. All the times I talked to her, the long hours all these months, the laughs. I thought I owned them, but it really felt bad that I wasn’t the person she rejoiced with, I was not the person with whom she shared her thoughts with. Her heart was somewhere else when all the time she talked to me. All the attention I gave her, all the time I wanted to see her happy, the times I made her happy, it all went to another person. I felt cheated, I felt like I wanted to die, I don’t know but I couldn’t just come to terms with her having a boyfriend all this time. For once in my lifetime, I felt like a filler for empty spaces. Who was she? The girl with whom I made fun of committed people, the one who hated emotions, the free from love fun loving one, I knew her that way only and I loved her that way only. She was a joy for me. But I didn’t know this girl, the committed one. I was never important, but I thought I was, she made feel so. I wanted to cry for that, I wanted to lie down and cry. I wanted to beat my fists on the ground and cry. But that wasn’t exactly a manly thing to do, so I skipped it.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">“And you call me your best friend? You never told me this” I restrained myself from using Aron’s slang.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">“I never felt the need to. I don’t share such things with friends. I am like that only.” For god’s sake, is that a reason? I wasn’t ready to understand her. This was getting really dizzy, I didn’t feel like I was there. She must have had her reasons, but I guess I deserved to know at least that.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">“I am really sorry, but I never knew that this would happen.” She had a point somewhere, but I wasn’t ready to take it in. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">“I don’t want to lose a great friend. Give me some time” said she.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">“Time as in?” I asked.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">“To get over with it, I guess I don’t deserve it and why should you wait for me, but I had like to have some time, to wait for some time.” She turned away and started going away.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">She was beautiful you know. The really beautiful ones you rarely see, the ones who succeed in forming a lump in your throat. She cared for me for that is why she insisted on not losing me. I loved her, I was surer of that now. My jeans were pretty mudded now. Half an hour on knees don’t exactly give you a cushion feeling.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">“I guess I have decided to wait for you.” I shouted out to her as she walked away.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">“I… thank you” she turned and said as she walked away.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:14.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;">---x---x---x---x---x---</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:14.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">I am eighty years old now and I am sitting on the couch and munching my imaginary brown nuts from my imaginary bowl, with the help of Aron’s dentures waiting for her. (Yes, you guessed it right, he died five years ago due to AIDS, was a gruesome scene. I don’t want to get into the details. They found the body at 2.30 in the afternoon with a live blonde along him. I guess it must be one of his pleasure sessions. So I acquired the dentures through his will, the only thing that Aron wasn’t indebted of)</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:14.0pt;">I am still munching out of my imaginary bowl. See that is what love does to you.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:14.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:14.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">P.S.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">@Aron – You are illiterate enough not to read this. I mean you won’t bother to read this, you have your girls.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">@Raghav – I heard thirty songs of Radiohead over five times in one night. I didn’t sleep for that whole night. I felt alone, and I felt really alone. Sometimes I wish I had someone to talk and discuss this thing with. Sadly I had none. I miss you man.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">@Dube – You were correct, I can never get a girl. I am better off with porn.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">@Senior Malik – Please don’t give me a lecture series on how many girls I can get. Let me enjoy my sadness.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">@Junior Malik – You encouraged me to do this thing, see what happened. Now go eat shit.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">@Ass me – Ms. NSPF is really pretty. You were correct, love doesn’t happen at all sides. I know you don’t remember yourself saying that, but what the fuck I need emotional quotations to decorate this post with.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">@My first girlfriend whom I never touched – She disappointed me more in one time than you succeeded in disappointing me during our whole relationship. Learn something.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">@All the above – I really feel love teaches you to be tender, and the time you spend in it is like special. Something really special. I love you all, you were there to bear my rants on facebook about my crazy love. All the times I screamed, shouted, abused and fought over it. I thank you for that. All the times you gave me advice on gifts, on styles and all the time when you encouraged me to go ahead with my heart. I may bother you no more with her. This hasn’t exactly ended the way I wanted, but then endings are not supposed to be monotonous and predictable. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">@The girl I love – I love you, more than you will ever know and more than I can ever tell you. I shall be waiting for you.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>Puneethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11166951839849157435noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2939018150714282399.post-324563523731011092009-09-12T23:13:00.004+05:302009-09-21T22:57:00.754+05:30Suicidal Tendencies<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">It was one of those rare days during which both of your parents and friends succeed in depressing you, when your crush shares her chocolate with your more-handsome classmate, when your parents come to know that you were bunking the physics class and come to the conclusion that you were hanging out with a girl, when in reality you were studying for your chemistry coaching test at a friend's house.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>It was one of those days...<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">After hearing too much about my diminishing character and my moralities, I slammed the doors on my parents' back and threw myself on the bed with all the anger I could muster little realising that I broke another plastic measuring scale of mine. Tears came down the face, how they all could hate me so much. I am not that bad, maybe I am but still... and I kept on forming stories of my torture through my loved ones' hands. As the self pity poured itself over me, I decided that it was time for another suicide planning, but this time I wanted it to be something big, something which may even rock brick obama out of his beer concerts. Of course my limited imagination didn't get hold of such a self destructive scenario, but I still managed to kill myself in a real pathetic way. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p>Figure this -<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p>I go to the central main market of the town equipped with a wooden log, a tank of petrol, a golden lighter, and a rope. I steal a stair from one of the shop (my last sin of bravery). I figure out an electric pole which is centrally located to the market. Pull up myself on it, and then put on the petrol on all my limbs, tie my hands to the log of wood, and just like jesus christ I hang there. The only change - I blaze my limbs with fire with the help of the lighter.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p>So just imagine it - My limbs all burning bright and I am shivering and thrashing myself like mad, but I am contained to that position just like a cross signifying how cross and gross I must have been with myself when I mutilated myself to such a fate... Just imagine.</o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p>Now let's come to the economics part - After such a heroic suicide, the morning comes. The first person to see me in the condition, will bag the bragging rights of being a rock-solid person at heart, and he will proudly tell his children, "the body was hanging in front of me, and blood was oozing out of it, even then I didn't faint" The amount of confidence that will be filled in his life will be enormous, who knows he may go on to become the next president of the country. The journalist who will cover all this will have the start to a golder career, no matter how dumb he may be. Same goes for the cameraman. The news channel that will show this 'breaking news' to the country first will have a week full of high TRPs. The psychologist who will try to disassemble my state of mind in front of the camera will instantly get a life-long stock of lame patients(children) who tried to cut their veins, and he will also get himself a column in the local newspaper, "<b>How to handle your children, so that they don't try to commit badly planned suicides</b>". The headlines will be sensational, "Blogger burning". The image of my burning corpse will go poster hit, and will be printed on shirts which punks and geeks will likewise buy. Small toys based on me will start selling, I will be the next 'voodoo' thing. The central market will get a makeover, and become a tourist spot adding joy to the banks of the shopkeepers. A place of worship will be installed in my name under the pole. Students when passing in front of my worship place will seek blessings and encouragement from me. A new found energy will spread through the youth. And I guess the government will be tricked again to think that this guy committed suicide due to examination pressure and who knows that they will do away with 12th boards also. I can't help shouting in joy that how thankful the teens will be to me. Some small time writer will stalk my parents and my not-so-good relatives, and write a novel on my life and the circumstances that led me out of mortal life. It will be a hit (at least the cheap paperback will be) the pirated copy sellers will be able to buy cars out of the money they will make from the novel on me, the next big thing after "The Da vinci code" and the small time writer will become a billionaire and another struggling publishing house will get a new lease of life. My blog will get the highest hits on the internet for the week, giving google another chance to put up advertisements on my blog and earn lots of money (once again). And who knows if pink floyd who have a thing for depression will sing a hit dance single on the events my suicide. New websites will be opened on me, and the imaginative FBI will cry foul play and different theories will start circulating making me more famous and important than that pretty girl called Princess Diana. I surely will occupy half the dinner time of the families around the world. I will go immortal in one night. Even the whole United Nations couldn't have planned such an inclusive stimulus pack for the world which would help the poor and rich at the same time.</o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">But I decided that I am better at living, and who knows my life could do a little better for the world than my death. And with the thought I rolled over feeling the broken pieces of the scale getting embedded in my back and slept.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal">P.S. - The world is so full of possibilities..</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>Puneethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11166951839849157435noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2939018150714282399.post-2666750744628066692009-09-04T12:21:00.006+05:302009-09-21T22:54:21.860+05:30Dazed.<div style="text-align: center;">Feels like an overturned ship blasted,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Seems like blunt stones on my head casted.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">All walls look ready to go red,</div><div style="text-align: center;">With my blood I will get it fed.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I run and run in the hope of being overrun by someone,</div><div style="text-align: center;">If that doesn't happen I want to be hit by that bullet in that gun.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Scratch my skin, peel it off, get it burnt,</div><div style="text-align: center;">I want to be naked is what I have learnt.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Suffering seems like so far off the land,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Touch me, comfort me by holding my hand.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I never and don't want to die,</div><div style="text-align: center;">I want to be near it and cry.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">It is not what I need or deserve,</div><div style="text-align: center;">It is what all is left in my life reserve.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The things hold no meaning for me,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Even the city seems like a vast sea.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The gates are crashing, mirrors are cracking,</div><div style="text-align: center;">I am losing, I am tired but I am not backing.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Even the most obsolete thing is able to win over me,</div><div style="text-align: center;">I can't do anything, I am a broken tree.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">My friends look like enemies to my eyes,</div><div style="text-align: center;">I try hard to remember their jubilant cries.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The good memories have deserted my soul,</div><div style="text-align: center;">My vices are pushing me into a dark hole.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The urge to smile till my last breath has gone,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Kiss me away like dust in a desert and I will go on and on.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Now I need and want to die,</div><div style="text-align: center;">I need to cry and say my goodbye.</div>Puneethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11166951839849157435noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2939018150714282399.post-85102407471934038312009-06-04T03:01:00.004+05:302009-09-21T22:56:03.052+05:30Distance between the smiles...<p class="MsoNormal"> </p><p class="MsoNormal"> </p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style=" Bradley Hand ITC";font-family:";font-size:14pt;">Train will reach at 8, coach no. - A1, don’t wave when u see me, dad may be standing along with me. Don’t reply, will meet there only.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I punched and sent the message to her just as mom came to my seat to check out my way of killing time on a cell phone. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">“Playing snakes son?”</p> <p class="MsoNormal">“Yep” I avoid giving long answers and responses to mom when I am doing the forbidden things. She always manages to catch my hesitance and gets suspicious. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Rick, my friend and the only teen holidaying with me came to sit in front of me. A smile was plastered on his face making him look more chubby than normal. I had told him that I was going to meet this old friend and ex-crush of mine who went to another city two years back. It was a faraway place and it was the first time that the train I was traveling in was going to intercept the city.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">With the excitement, I was nervous also. It had been two years and I wanted to make a good impression on her after such a long time, or maybe the ending of the draught of not seeing her got me nervous. Nevertheless I stood up and excused myself from my group for a piss. As soon as I came near the vestibule of the train, I ran to the mirror and basin of the other boggie. I fixed my face, ruffled up my sitting hair, and threw water in my eyes till it hurt. Then I carefully wiped my face with my handkerchief, and put my hair in the sleeping posture, so that my parents won’t get any ideas of why I cared to fresh my face at night, when I declined the offer of a shower in the morning. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Coming back to the seat, I checked my watch. Half an hour to go. I started the preparations, I asked my mother for the digicam and gave it to Rick so that he could be an excuse to keep till my concerned station comes. I looked down at myself just to find that the two days in the train have wrinkled my clothes like waves on the sea, I pressed the clothes with my hand to make them look ironed but in vain. I didn’t try further because maybe I didn’t want to give her ideas that I overdid my appearance. Maybe I didn’t want her to know that I had been thinking about the meet all the time, it would be <i>uncool </i>of me to show my anxiety. I decided to look normal because somewhere I had read that you are at your best when you act natural.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I sat near the window and whenever a station would come, I would press my nose against the glass just to make out the name of the station. This resulted in the reddening of my nose after seven stations passed.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">“Seems like a big city” announced my uncle forty minutes after my face wash. I went on the alert mode.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">“It is xyz (my concerned station)” replied Rick with his eyes fixed towards me. Of course he was waiting for my reactions. I didn’t give him the satisfaction of my nervousness. I casually went towards him and took the digicam from him, and said, “C’mon lets get a fresh breath out there on the station.”</p> <p class="MsoNormal">“And we need the digicam for breathing, right?” he said under his breath as I opened the heavy door of the boggie. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">“Kind of yes, her looks will take your breath away.” I replied with an annoyed grunt.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I put both the hands on the handlebars and with the train slowing down, and the wind ripping my face my hair were set into the old wild mode. I stood there having the whole doorway to myself, feeling like some mythical hero. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">And then the platform materialized, and the nervousness crept up my body. I felt light. A very bumpy happiness which was accompanied by butterflies gripped my stomach. My past with her started playing in front of me in a series of blurring slides. The talks, the walks, the gawks (by me), the messages on the pieces of paper, the weathered leaves thrown on each other, the smiles which didn’t really say anything, the cruel jokes on our batch-mates in the coaching, the sarcastic agrees to an ignorant and arrogant world. She completed me, touching my heart and soothing me as a confused teenager. I then realized how much I missed her for all this time. We never met when she went away, I regret it till this moment. I never really told her about how much I wanted her, never told her that she was one person whom I always expected to see the right side of my choices in life, the only one who would agree with me with an infectious laugh. How I silently admired her, the way she laughed, the kiddish joy in her eyes which always held me like a statue in a brief linger. The jerk of the stopping train put me back into my consciousness</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I absorbed the platform while clearing my eyes for some clear view, I was aware of Rick breathing just behind me, waiting for me to make a move. I guess he was more interested in proving that the girl won’t come to meet me at the junction. I held my position at the door and also kept blocking it, feeling that someone else would steal her if I will let the people go. Fortunately there weren’t any passengers who had to get off this junction. I scanned the sparse crowd which was in front of me on the platform, and there she was standing in the familiar way with one foot always extended to the maximum in the side direction. She turned into quiet a girl, the spectacles were much more smarter now, the dressing sense still the same and one you would fall in love with. She wore a brown long tee shirt with a black undershirt which complimented each other’s existence on her skin, a dark blue denim trouser which hugged her legs like I always wanted, and as usual she had folded it into a 3/4<sup>th</sup>. I tilted my head to one side and stared at her for a few moments, trying to appreciate and absorb her and her existence. She was smiling at me and maybe from the moment my coach came in front of her. I noticed it just then, I gave her back a tired, but a very fulfilling smile. I wanted to run and hug her, and tell her how much it meant for me that she came to meet me. Her smiled widened as she acknowledged me fully, and I jumped off the door on the platform.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">“Nick, there you are”, my dad gave the certificate of his existence on that train from behind me, and I cursed my luck. The worst thing to happen in such a situation.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">“Just clicking some pictures, dad.”</p> <p class="MsoNormal">“Anything special in this junction?” he asked in his usual carefree tone, how much time will he stand here with me. And how much time do I really have until the train starts again. Now that dad was here, I couldn’t even stare at her. I took out the camera out of the pouch and focused it towards her pretending to capture the distant building out of the railway station. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">And through the lens, I looked at her. The expression on her face told me that she understood my situation and the circumstance but was somehow upset. I didn’t blame her. She was still smiling though, it was the same old eyes and the same old thick eyebrows, but wait something familiar was missing. I tried to figure out. Oh! Her braces were no longer there, of course I knew that she got rid of them a lot of time back, but still I had never imagined her without them for all these two years. Funny, she looked much better without them, but I guess I was in love with the girl with the braces. I put off the lens and saw straight towards her and nodded to her without any reason, maybe I found it the best thing to do at that moment.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">“Here take a picture of me and Rick” as my dad posed along with Rick, I was happy for the distraction, maybe I was too nervous to be staring towards her direction for a lot of time. The picture was nice, my dad’s face glowing as always and Rick the same old smart guy. I wondered how I was looking at that moment, I didn’t want to leave a bad impression on her. It will be a long time we will meet again or maybe never at all. Maybe never at all, it hit me on my drowsy head with a sharp pain. Never at all. I turned towards her, my face turned sad. I felt like I never wanted her to come, to meet me, to give me new memories. I guess I was pretty happy being nostalgic about her with my loneliness, pretty happy dreaming about all the times we spent, and pretty happy thinking about her. But now I will miss her more, regretting leaving her again. She left my life once when she went away and even if this was just a ten minute brushing of each other, I will always be reminded of her standing there on the platform for me and I couldn’t even hug her. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">The whistle of the train announced the ending of the trip of the city. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">“You two, get up here fast.” Ordered my dad as he went into the boggy. I stepped up and took my position on the door with my hands on the handlebar, which had become accustomed to my flesh for the past half an hour.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">She was looking at me and shaking her head as in regretting something. I blinked at her and mouthed thank you. I was happy that she came, I was sad that she came. I took a deep breath and released it, like the life she took out of me during this meet.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">The train started moving. There were no waves, just self assumed smiles.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">She kept standing there leaving me stranded on the moving train.</p>Puneethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11166951839849157435noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2939018150714282399.post-84761247708398996132009-04-29T04:24:00.004+05:302009-09-21T22:52:39.962+05:30I just call...They tell me that they softly caress the forehead and close the eyes. They tell me that they kiss them on their lips and let them sleep. The girl sleeps and then the guy goes away with her fragrance trailing behind him.<br />I can't really do all this, so I call. I wake up for the whole night and call her, even if she is asleep and doesn't pick it. I still keep her calling, always pushing the redial button. I don't jump walls and bruise myself on blunt edges, I just switch off the lights of my room, lie down on my bed and call her. I don't knock on windows, I just smile at the 'connecting' update on my cell. I don't wait for her to open the window, I just wait and hope for her to pick up the call. I don't spend the whole night whispering into her ears, but whispering to myself the things I will say to her when she will pick up the call. I don't feel her eyebrows brushing my face, just my cell crushing my cheeks. I don't see her lying in her gown, just imagine her sleeping with her pillow in her arms. I don't fear her parents coming to her room, I just fear my parents coming to my room.<br />I hope she keeps sleeping with that face of hers twisted in a sweet smile. Even if I hate disturbing her, I still hope that she may pick up my call and talk to me with that sleepy voice of hers with a tinge of love in it which makes me feel so good. I spend my owl hours just trying to talk to her but still hoping not to wake her up.<br />As the sun rises, I sadly keep the cell besides me and putting my arms behind my head, I try to sleep only to find that sleep has abandoned me. I wonder if my love is timid in front of those who jump the walls. I guess I don't know. I guess love is trying to put a smile on the face of the person you love. Be it by jumping walls and surprising her or by astonishing her by giving hundreds of missed calls in a single night...<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">P.S. - </span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">The above post doesn't tells my current heart situation, it is a year old situation... just written now. </span>Puneethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11166951839849157435noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2939018150714282399.post-7894788921472276142009-02-22T23:37:00.000+05:302009-02-24T18:17:26.044+05:3010 months and 10 days - kota and bases...So atlast I tore away from my busy schedule which doesn't really includes studying, and I wrote this post. One year back, during these days only I used to dream(before sleeping) of coming to kota, of living on my own, and the excitement of one's own responsibility. I did come to kota, and I did live those dreams. But now I am going, a more than a bit early than I should have. I came here to fulfill a job, and that was to get into an IIT. I am leaving the job half finished, maybe it will be best for me leave it like that...<br /><br />This post is dedicated to kota. complete notes, go to doubt classes, discussion with friends, go to the mess, prepare the breakfast, set the alarm, switch off the light before sleeping, study without reminders, buy all the required things... It teaches you a lot, hate it or love it you can't do without it. And I did both, hated and loved it at different times. After all these months, it still seems like I entered kota a week ago only. You can easily lose yourself in the 20000 students studyin here. We had exams every five weeks, and the gap between never seemed like five weeks. Days used to go by like hours, even if the routine was the same I never for a moment felt bored. I enjoyed it, I loved the freedom. I loved the non-interference in my life by parents. Yeah it is true that students of my age should be under a leash or we can go wayward, but uncensored freedom changes your attitude towards life a lot. You are never doing things for others, but for yourself. Be responsible for yourself, remain away from temptations of smoking, drinking and things. It is a big world and a mean world at that.<br /><br />You are alone here, there are not many real friends you can make, but the ones you make are the best you can ever have. So most of us are alone here in our conquest for the ultimate prize. During the journey you get disappointed a lot of times, mainly when your batches drop because of scarcity of marks or when you suddenly feel helpless. I had this incident in which I was feeling like puking, but I was alone in my room and I felt like I was going to die and wanted to call my mom one last time. I didn't die of course. Kota teaches you disappointment in large quantities, it will throw you in various directions, let you have multiple moods. You have to be a fighter to come back from the disappointment. You feel like a worthless loser most of the times. You promise yourself everyday that you will do wonders the next day, but it is not to be so. You can easily watch your destruction or construction(in whatever way you see it), but the dusty town never spares you.<br /><br />Most of us act as emotionally disattached students when walking on the road, but in fact we have got all the emotions bubbling and burning in our heart. I made very few friends here in kota, and maybe two or three can be called the real ones. But the one I will never forget was the one I met only a dozen times. The times we both had, walking around the circumference of our colony, discussing many things about ourselves and life. He is one year senior to me and in a short time I was attached to him, maybe because of all the lonliness and emptiness with which kota filled me or I was awed by him. Together we abused many things, insulted each other in subtle ways, but never crossing a peculiar line. We were never really personal, but I learnt one thing, that I can discuss my faults and feelings without really getting personal. Let me call him <em>base</em>(as his playing name is acid). Acid taught me a lot of things, acted as an elder brother. Even if I never had an elder brother or sister, noone till now tried or managed to play that part. Everyone treated me as an equal, but acid suceeded in being an elder brother as well as an equal. Hats off to you buddy. He had his life and maybe he doesn't really likes to respect it, but I did. He had his desires and dreams which he curbed and I respect him for that. And that line of his, "It seems like I bunked two years from my life here" does tell a lot, it shows the humour and pain maybe... A warmth and a real friend, I will miss it all till I die, but then I am going away to meet him again sometime somewhere. I miss this guy, he changed me...<br /><br />Coming back from emotions<br /><br />I tore away from my innocent school and came to kota. Kota is not an innocent child, it is an honest adult. It rewards those who are gifted, either with brains or with resilience. It ditches those who think from their heart anad maybe I was one... Till 10th I wanted to do IIT because it was the right thing to do, but not really the thing which I wanted. But the mean consumption of my so-called-right-thing taught me to follow dreams. You can never live without a dream and you can never really live without doing it. It happened with me, maybe it will be correct for me to rectify my mistake and give my dream my chance. I maybe a failure here, but I can be a winner because of the failure. I should hate kota for wasting my year, but I don't. I love it, I love it for its homely insecurity, its uncertainty, its stranger like character... and I love it for teaching me that you can never be happy with what you don't really want. I don't regret coming here and I never will, and maybe all of us should spend a year like this in our lives. I came as a stranger here and I go back as a stranger.<br /><br />Even after one month of making my decision of going back, I still bite my pillow and throw away a few tears against going back. I will miss it, I don't know how I will survive without kota. But then I survived in kota itself, it gave me enough strength to survive anywhere else... I will survive to come back here and survive for my infinite dreams and desires. It will be exactly 10 months and 10 days when I will leave day after tommorrow. A perfect 10 for kota, and perfect 10 for me to take this decision.<br /><br />For my friends here,<br />You are alone here fighting for survival and fighting for your lives...<br />May you find your lives rather than win...<br />I am going back...<br />Maybe I will come back...Puneethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11166951839849157435noreply@blogger.com7