Long after the conversations have died,
the ooh and aah babys have stopped being whispered
long after the bickering fights have gone
there's just one thing that remains
the WHY
and its that, that keeps biting at the heart and won't let wounds heal
where no matter how much u smile or cracks joke, hitting the bed becomes an ordeal
...
Monday, November 30, 2009
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Madame Poirot: Part 1: The Birthday Gift
“Yaar Nikump”
Nikump looked up from his files, as a lawyer, that too a corporate one, that too those M&A deal types he didn’t expect chit chat to happen before the late lunch that they had usually, infact usually it didn’t happen till around 4 in the evening, which was ok since they usually worked till 11 in the night. After all this was business season for them.
He looked at Kabir, the source of the voice; he had always felt Kabir to be a misfit in their organization. His demeanor was of a spontaneous romantic song compared to the monochromatic tone of the legal arena. What irked Nikump more was that this misfit of a person actually was doing quite well in the organization, not to mention he was one of the few who had a girlfriend, a good one too, an artsy girl, Niharika.
It was on the matter of Niharika only that Kabir had disturbed Nikumps retorie.
“Yaar it’s Niharika’s b’day next month and you know she ain’t someone whom you can gift a perfume bottle or stuff from lush and get away with it. I’m really freaking out over what to get her”
It was stuff like this that really irked off Nikump, he was a serious lawyer and didn’t really feel much inclined to discuss such trivialities of life. He had a wife and a secretary for stuff on the side. Both could be bought perfumes and were happy in their own worlds.
He was going to give a very curt reply, given that it was not yet the customary time for banal chat, but something struck him, something akin to what had made Archimedes run naked on the roads shouting eureka.
“Hmm, yes given that she’s the artsy shartsty type”
“She’s a painter” Kabir said exasperated, he had to correct them everytime!!!
“Yes, yes painter, I think something more intellectual would work better for her. I do remember you mentioning something along the lines of that she reads a lot of detective novels and secretly wishes to be like one. I was thinking, maybe if we set up something for her, something that lasts a month and concludes right on her birthday”
“You mean like a fake mystery to solve”
“Yes yes something like that, after all we are lawyers, if we couldn’t make up something like that, who could”
A light gleamed in Kabir’s eyes, this sounded good, no it sounded perfect….
Nikump looked up from his files, as a lawyer, that too a corporate one, that too those M&A deal types he didn’t expect chit chat to happen before the late lunch that they had usually, infact usually it didn’t happen till around 4 in the evening, which was ok since they usually worked till 11 in the night. After all this was business season for them.
He looked at Kabir, the source of the voice; he had always felt Kabir to be a misfit in their organization. His demeanor was of a spontaneous romantic song compared to the monochromatic tone of the legal arena. What irked Nikump more was that this misfit of a person actually was doing quite well in the organization, not to mention he was one of the few who had a girlfriend, a good one too, an artsy girl, Niharika.
It was on the matter of Niharika only that Kabir had disturbed Nikumps retorie.
“Yaar it’s Niharika’s b’day next month and you know she ain’t someone whom you can gift a perfume bottle or stuff from lush and get away with it. I’m really freaking out over what to get her”
It was stuff like this that really irked off Nikump, he was a serious lawyer and didn’t really feel much inclined to discuss such trivialities of life. He had a wife and a secretary for stuff on the side. Both could be bought perfumes and were happy in their own worlds.
He was going to give a very curt reply, given that it was not yet the customary time for banal chat, but something struck him, something akin to what had made Archimedes run naked on the roads shouting eureka.
“Hmm, yes given that she’s the artsy shartsty type”
“She’s a painter” Kabir said exasperated, he had to correct them everytime!!!
“Yes, yes painter, I think something more intellectual would work better for her. I do remember you mentioning something along the lines of that she reads a lot of detective novels and secretly wishes to be like one. I was thinking, maybe if we set up something for her, something that lasts a month and concludes right on her birthday”
“You mean like a fake mystery to solve”
“Yes yes something like that, after all we are lawyers, if we couldn’t make up something like that, who could”
A light gleamed in Kabir’s eyes, this sounded good, no it sounded perfect….
Saturday, November 7, 2009
The Big Game
Whales are mammals...not fish.
And why we talk of this distinction is because thats the only 'big' fish like thing that you can find coming to the sea shore (yes killer whales attack seals on the beach)...for real fish, the big ones, you gotta get into deep sea yourself.
Love and career both even though they exist on different planes validate this rule...you can't fall in love without making yourself vulnerable, you can't make it big in career without taking you own call on decisions.
Mostly we have heard this kind of gyan from people who are successful and we feel oh yeah you would say it cause you have made it big, you were the lucky one...hence i felt like speaking on this topic...because i've had myself hurt both in career terms and love terms...and not just once...and so i say...dreams are not worth giving up on...no matter what
Am i an incorrigible optimist...trying to ruin your lives too?
Not really...if you gotta be a cynic...be cynical about how well a stranger can understand your innermost emotions...and hence make sure you communicate enough with them so that they can understand the being you are...if you gotta be an optimist...be an optimist in believing that people will rise up to your expectations
if you gotta be a cynic, be a cynic in thinking the world will hand over the CEO's role to you for free...if you gotta be an optimist...believe in the power of your will
Dreams are like roses, you gotto find your way through the thorns to reach to the petals...fight for your dreams, what else is there to live for....go for the big game...
...and yes one could talk about how other flowers like orchids have no thorns...but hello...meri analogy ka kela karne ki naee ho rahee hai :P
cheers ppl
And why we talk of this distinction is because thats the only 'big' fish like thing that you can find coming to the sea shore (yes killer whales attack seals on the beach)...for real fish, the big ones, you gotta get into deep sea yourself.
Love and career both even though they exist on different planes validate this rule...you can't fall in love without making yourself vulnerable, you can't make it big in career without taking you own call on decisions.
Mostly we have heard this kind of gyan from people who are successful and we feel oh yeah you would say it cause you have made it big, you were the lucky one...hence i felt like speaking on this topic...because i've had myself hurt both in career terms and love terms...and not just once...and so i say...dreams are not worth giving up on...no matter what
Am i an incorrigible optimist...trying to ruin your lives too?
Not really...if you gotta be a cynic...be cynical about how well a stranger can understand your innermost emotions...and hence make sure you communicate enough with them so that they can understand the being you are...if you gotta be an optimist...be an optimist in believing that people will rise up to your expectations
if you gotta be a cynic, be a cynic in thinking the world will hand over the CEO's role to you for free...if you gotta be an optimist...believe in the power of your will
Dreams are like roses, you gotto find your way through the thorns to reach to the petals...fight for your dreams, what else is there to live for....go for the big game...
...and yes one could talk about how other flowers like orchids have no thorns...but hello...meri analogy ka kela karne ki naee ho rahee hai :P
cheers ppl
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Interestingly
I've got a lot to say, but all of it to myself...
These are the years of life when the dreams of childhood face the harsh realities of life and one must take a stock
Re-visualize those dreams which had along the way gotten distracted by the ways of the world and the eventualities of growing up
It is time to start dreaming again :)
As Aerosmith said...(let's) Dream On
These are the years of life when the dreams of childhood face the harsh realities of life and one must take a stock
Re-visualize those dreams which had along the way gotten distracted by the ways of the world and the eventualities of growing up
It is time to start dreaming again :)
As Aerosmith said...(let's) Dream On
Monday, October 26, 2009
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
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
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
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
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
Saturday, October 17, 2009
The Liutenant - Part 8 - And They Lived...
The Lieutenant Part 1: Meetup at the beach
The Lieutenant: Part 2: She takes him home
The Lieutenant Part 3: At the Bar
The Lieutenant Part 4: Comics
The Lieutenant Part 5: Shopping
The Lieutenant Part 6: ‘Mom’
The Lieutenant part 7 - The cold
After the last part I was quite flummoxed, I wasn’t sure where to take this story to. In my mind Rahul being a kid his next natural demand is why don’t his parents stay together, why does he have to be always split between two worlds?
Kiran and Arvind are as confused as the readers as to where they should go, neither of them is sure of their emotions. Kiran rejected Arvind five years back, has anything changed since then for her to go beyond ‘I like this guy’ and what about Arvind, will he be able to forget the turmoil that he has gone through. Kiran was his dream which got shattered, can a dream be rebuilt and even if it can will it be ever the same as the original one.
Just as a trivia Arvind’s character was supposed to turn out later as an actual Colonel in the army. One of those covert operation guys, the whole Harvard thing was meant as a cover, a public image.
Anyways back to the story, the other important question was about Rahul, would he live, his was a rare disease, he had gone beyond the doctor’s expectations till now, would he be the first kid to be able to beat the disease? And what if he didn’t would Arvind and Kiran’s relationship be able to hold if Rahul wasn’t there to hold them. Would Kiran be able to take the shock, she had always wanted a son, her’s was a troubled life, no relationship had worked for her, except this one, for once she was really in love…
These are too many questions, too many uncertainties...and that’s how life is, at any time, some things are under our control, most are not. The present sandwiched between a history of rights and wrongs and a future which refuses to be unhazy…
Its not for me to complete this story, its for each one of you, to choose how you respond to it…choose your own endings…
The Lieutenant: Part 2: She takes him home
The Lieutenant Part 3: At the Bar
The Lieutenant Part 4: Comics
The Lieutenant Part 5: Shopping
The Lieutenant Part 6: ‘Mom’
The Lieutenant part 7 - The cold
After the last part I was quite flummoxed, I wasn’t sure where to take this story to. In my mind Rahul being a kid his next natural demand is why don’t his parents stay together, why does he have to be always split between two worlds?
Kiran and Arvind are as confused as the readers as to where they should go, neither of them is sure of their emotions. Kiran rejected Arvind five years back, has anything changed since then for her to go beyond ‘I like this guy’ and what about Arvind, will he be able to forget the turmoil that he has gone through. Kiran was his dream which got shattered, can a dream be rebuilt and even if it can will it be ever the same as the original one.
Just as a trivia Arvind’s character was supposed to turn out later as an actual Colonel in the army. One of those covert operation guys, the whole Harvard thing was meant as a cover, a public image.
Anyways back to the story, the other important question was about Rahul, would he live, his was a rare disease, he had gone beyond the doctor’s expectations till now, would he be the first kid to be able to beat the disease? And what if he didn’t would Arvind and Kiran’s relationship be able to hold if Rahul wasn’t there to hold them. Would Kiran be able to take the shock, she had always wanted a son, her’s was a troubled life, no relationship had worked for her, except this one, for once she was really in love…
These are too many questions, too many uncertainties...and that’s how life is, at any time, some things are under our control, most are not. The present sandwiched between a history of rights and wrongs and a future which refuses to be unhazy…
Its not for me to complete this story, its for each one of you, to choose how you respond to it…choose your own endings…
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