Kati Patang

fingers flying on the micro mini keyboard of phone "how was your day"

beep beep "was ok, rough day"

beep beep "how was yours"

beep beep "pretty good, i downloaded this bloody awesome movie btw..."

beep beep "oh yeah temme abt it"

beep beep

beep beep...and so flow the conversations when two strangers get acquainted and start exploring each other...

Ofcourse these beeps would have started off from a chance meet somewhere...and will probably turn to hour long conversations of same nature...

soon however even this will pass into the phase when the two shall start meeting...and this is where the rubber meets the road...because no matter how much you text, scrap, tweet or talk...its only when you spend time with each other that the heart either grows fonder or fainter...real real fast...

And that is why people find the change difficult to adjust to, it all happens so fast...the person you were talking to suddenly starts giving you hot rushes (in the good way ;) ) or you start wondering what were you thinking of all these weeks.

Whats more discomforting is the reason you've stopped liking that person...dresses badly, has a wierd odour to them, teeth, hair, bad at humor, bad humor :P, too lanky, too fat, all the things that you thought were too superficial to you...

And then the phase of the i've been busy, ignoring the person, something that starts happening naturally...

And i've seen both sides of the gender get caught on both sides of the problem...the ignorer and the ignored (yes ignoree is no word :P). Its hard for someone to explain this to someone who they've lost interest in as to why...mostly they ain't sure themselves...but its not so hard for the ignored to catch onto the signals...

In that case...Be silent, be gone...its probably for the better :) (and don't trust me on this...life is an experiment..go ahead and have yours :P)

Life

dna thsi si going to be hrda to exlpain...is a cebrelation

evne if teh wrods don't appear clera...

tahts wot ti is

so tkae a deep btreah now...and enjoy the simles adn teh fukc ups coimgn yoru wya

gulabjamun

so kahaani aisi hai ki i was i think in second grade, this if when we were posted in faizabad. Mom's younger colleague, some BEd teacher had gotten engaged and me and mom had gone their to wish...i mean i had been made to tag along...

anyways so like at such times there was a whole plethora of sweets on the table, some had landed in my plate, i guess mom's doing...don't remember really. But what i do remember is that somebody came with gulabjamuns as a second round of helpings...and i like gulabjamuns and i wanted them...and yet i said no...

and i never understood why...i mean i wanted it, it was offered to me...then why

so yeh hai aaj ka gyan...ki bhaiyaa na bhole banne ki baat hai, aur na bhagwaan ab tumhein gulabjamun khaane ke liye special aakashvani karega...

gulabjamun khaane ke liye hi hotein hain...especially agar offer kiye ja rahein hon... :P

p.s. though i've repeated this same mistake again few times in my life...but this gyan has helped me reduce the nbr of occurrences :P