Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Versatile human mind...

Its interesting how my mind travels at times.
I can visit atleast at 10 different places at the same time, think of a zillion thoughts, and still keep working.
This instance,
I am in dubai talking to the aunt I am chatting with now.
I reached home, at Coimbatore - the moment my aunt asked my about my dad
At a theater in Coimbatore watching Ayan - as I listen to the song that's playing on my headphones
Dancing Salsa, Bachata and Zouk at a workshop in Bangalore - as i look at a Facebook event invite
Thinking of last evening and wondering if I really wanted it - as a chat window pops up
Song changed - Thinking of a friend I like dancing with (Ranjith)
Thinking of this blog post - And Sony's killer comments that ll follow
Smiling - Reminds me of a midnight surprise visit
Surprise - wondering why I can never get enough of it
get enough of it - remembering him.
trash - trash it
Trash it - My room needs a dustbin
dustbin - I liked the one I saw in Landmark
landmark - Bought gifts for Shweta (my friend)
Shweta - Sharu
Sharu - Her mom
Her mom - my mom
My mom - smile
smile :)
...................... and on and on it goes.
Cluttered thoughts or should I say, Versatility of the human mind?
Imagination dissolved in reality... 'What should be' taken over by 'what is'... I am still wondering if I should laugh or cry.

Monday, October 26, 2009

Tackling differences is difficult. More so when people on both ends believe that their way is the best. Its like running around in circles.

Thursday, October 22, 2009

Heard and loved -
Experience is about:

how much music you've listened to,
how many movies you've watched,
how much you have loved,
how much you've been hurt,
how much you've read,
how much you've seen the world,
how much you've lived your life

and... maybe how old you are.

A wish made by self and a promise made to self, should never be broken.

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Its too difficult to understand what's running in another person's head, as difficult as understanding what's running in my own.

Friday, October 16, 2009

Another wish fulfilled!

My Little Wishes
11. Get caught by a cop. The karnataka cops intrigue me. I want to know if thy can accuse someone, in english. I will make sure that I dont let them know I understand Kannada. :)

Well, no. Karnataka cops cannot accuse somebody in English. It was an all Kannada verbal assault happening around me.

Cop - 'Do you know Kannda' (he asked in Kannada)
Me - 'No'
Cop - 'See. She doesn't even know Kannada'

Wasn't it common sense to know that when somebody responds to your (non-body gesture involved) question, it means that they understand the language u were talking in? :P

I always thought that I ll shiver and die at the very thought of getting caught by a cop. Well, this time, I think I started getting scared. But, eventually it all turned out to be funny. Like one of those comedy scenes in a Tamil movie. :P I did enjoy this scene ;)

But... I don't want it to happen again. Hell, no!

With the idea of maintaining atleast one percent privacy in my personal life (thanks to blogging), I am not going to mention how I got caught.
(No, I wasn't stealing, nor was I drunk n driving.)

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Silly nothings...

 me: am good...
  are u so excited to see me tat u are typing in capital letters
  tat too in bold?
  wow! am touched! ;)
3:31 PM vAYYADA (yeah rite!)
 me: now italics... yay!! :)
 v: ;-)
3:32 PM me: now smiley.. yay yay!
 vJump jump jump :) :) :)
 me: yay! now three jumps n three smileys... looks like u like me a lot :P
3:33 PM v:
 me: now no love :(
  am hurt!

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Her story...

'What are you so scared of? I wont hurt you, I never will' he typed to the girl on the other end of the sms.
'I am just scared. I don't know why.' she said to him
'Tell me what is disturbing you. I might be of help'
'I am scared to be hurt. I don't even want to give it a try'
'I will never ever hurt you'
':) :) :)'

Days passed and the friendship grew - wait a minute. It was never friendship. It was not love yet. The very first time they started to talk to each other, they knew they were right for one another. He never said, she understood. She never asked, he always gave.

'But, I havent seen you clearly. I vaguely remember your face. Hardly noticed you a couple of times.' she smiled as she typed.
'Yes, only if you had responded to all those 'Hi's' I told you every morning when I walked into class. ' he sighed
'I wish I did. Things would ve been so much different'
'Yes. We would ve known each other atleast a year ahead. Dumbo, you wasted an entire year'
'Yes. Dumbo. me. I wasted an entire year. Sorry :('
'We still have lot many years in our hands'
':) :) :)'

For the most part, he lived in a different city where he pursued his passion. She loved his passion, not because she understood it, but just because he loved it. To think of it, she did have a tiny tinge of jealousy towards that passion of his -- the reason why he had to be away all the time. She was happy, nevertheless.

'Lets cut the call. You have to wake up early tomorrow.'
'No please. Lets keep talking.'
'But why, we can talk tomorrow. Its really late. You wont be able to wake up early.'
'I will. Please keep talking until I sleep off.'
'But that's what we do everyday. Tomorrow is a big day for you, sleep. please'
'Ok. Cut the call then'
'No. You cut it.'
'No. You.'
'No. You. Please.'
'Fine. I will.' he said
she smiled
'good night'
'Good night'
'Good Night'
'Good Night'
'Cut the call.. grrr'
'Fine. Bye :)'
':) :) :)'

'How was today?'
'Very patiently, I asked an irritating fellow to 'Fuck Off''
'Haha. Does that mean the day was good'
':) Yes, that was the only good thing about today'
'What's that song on the radio'
'My fav'
'I like it too :)'

'The invisible angel has started her rounds in my room.'
'My Hi to her'
'She is listening'
':) Not fair. The ghost angel in your room gets to be with you. And I dont.:('
'Come here. Now'
'Right there'
':) :) :)'

Days became months and this long distance chit-chatting went on. Even after months, they never seemed to get enough of each other. They did a lot of things together - as they spoke. The distance couldn't do much about the way they liked one another. They went on long drives, he holding her hands. Ate together in one of those tiny eating places in the city he lived (although she knew nothing about the place). Went for walks, watched movies, woke up in love -- all without being physically together. It was only natural when both of them craved to meet each other, after three months of living together virtually. The date was set. He was coming. Her excitement knew no bounds. He was overwhelmed too. So, they met. She thought he was beautiful and kept cursing herself for not noticing it earlier. He made her feel beautiful. The long drive happened. He held her hand. Both of them remained quiet throughout, a million questions being answered.

'promise me that you will be mine when I ask you to.'
'I will. I promise'
':) :) :)'

Everything was perfect. Until that day...

He had to leave.
She understood. But hoped that he wouldn't.
He left.
She was hurt.She loved him. But never got to tell him.
He knew she loved him. He loved her too. He had to leave.
They kept in touch.
She tried to make him feel that nothing was wrong. It dint quite work.
He knew everything was wrong.
She missed him, terribly.
He missed her too.
Life had to move on. Years had to pass.

In three long years, life had offered a lot to both of them. Much more than expected. She no longer knew what was in his mind. He was far off, and so were his thoughts from her. She tried to move on. Nothing worked. She no longer felt like killing herself for having lost him. But, could never make herself love anyone else as much as she loved him.

The feeling of emptiness remained and over years she had learnt to live with it. But, she wanted to know if that short period of togetherness meant anything for him. She could never guess.

After years, He came back. To tell her how much he missed her. How much he was living in denial.

Although she knew that he was never going to be hers, she was overwhelmed. Despite having lost so many things, She did win. She was rewarded. At last.

Now. Its her time to move on.

Monday, October 12, 2009

A puppet tries to breakfree and the thread twines all over its neck, strangling it.
A puppet allows to be puppeted around and it feels strangled.
Poor Puppet.

Sunday, October 11, 2009

Dreams do come true... and so do wishes

First of all, to understand what I am talking about, read: 25 things I want to do before I leave bangalore

Dreams do come true... and so do wishes.. Here's my proof:

20. Get wet in the cold bangalore rains. Eat ice creams. Shiver. Fall sick. Sleep cozy. Suffer through the night. Wake up. Get going!

Been there, done that. Will never forget this experience. It was more like a reality check -- realized how physically weak I am. Notes: Wear socks, shoes, mufflers, jackets, and every possible thing when a crazy guy suddenly decides that he wants to go have a coffee - 60 kms away from the city - at midnight! Loved it! :)

3. Go for one of those underground salsa clubs and dance like its the last day of my life. I have enacted out this one experience a zillion times in my head already. Am sure reality will be way more sensuous!

Yes, I was right. Reality was way more sensuous than my imagination. :) Again, Loved it!

2. I want to go to Nandi Hills and see the sunrise. It will be the first big sunrise I ll see in my life. (not too sure of the future)

Although I dint wait for the sunrise, I did see this heavenly place. Simply Beautiful! :) I am going back to see the sunrise, very soon!

Thursday, October 8, 2009

Difference or Indifference?

‘Is this the way things work around here?’ asked the tomato

‘Yes’ said the apple

‘We all work this way. Each and every one of us. And you being one among us, why do you even ask?’ reasoned the grapes

‘Er.. emm… I don’t know’ confessed the tomato; a prominent frown of confusion adorning his face. ‘It doesn’t seem right. I don’t work this way’

‘But ofcourse you do, you belong here. We are all fruits. We have the same properties. We are used the same way’ explained Mr. Orange

‘No. I don’t posses any of your properties. I am not used to your ways. I do not belong here’

‘Then, where do you think you belong?’

‘I don’t know.’


I was born in this society, among all these people and have always been trained to live in here. After all these years why am I still not too sure?

‘So, what is wrong in drinking? It’s your body and some level of losing your senses make you feel heavenly’ explained a friend when I said no to the alcohol she offered to me.

‘When I am so proud of my senses, why would I let something as low and dirty as alcohol to take over it?’ I reasoned

‘Well… you are mad’ she said


‘Why can’t you just date him for a while? If it doesn’t work, chuck it and move on.’ Said another friend

‘Well, when I know on my face tat he is not right for me, why should I date him?’

‘Honey, no man is ever right for a woman. It’s just how well you deal with him not being right for you.’

‘But, I know there is going to be a Mr. Right. And I am in no hurry. I ll wait for my fairytale to happen’

‘Fairytales are for kids. When you grow up, you get real’

‘No, my fairytale will come true’

‘Yeah... Dream on’


‘Why do you have to be so particular? It’s ok to let go sometimes. Who is going to question you?’


‘Then just get going.’

‘I can’t’

‘Why? When there is no one to question you, anything you do is right.’

‘What about personal discipline?’

‘Personal... what? Gosh! You are mad’


‘Why are you so indifferent?’

‘I am not indifferent. Am just… different’


I always wanted to be different from everyone, like everybody else wants. And when some situations make me feel completely alien from my species, it keeps me wondering. So, who decides what is right and what is wrong?

Should I follow the mob or go my way?

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

She: ooooo..... losing weight han!
Me: Really (one big spark on my face) Thanks! blush blush
She: So tell me... who is he?
Me: eh? he? who?
She: The inspiration.
Me: eh?
She: uff.. who is the inspiration factor behind this weight loss?
Me: errr...emm.. my jeans?

hah! :P