Conversations with God

"Dear God" the woman remarked "I'm smart, i'm fun, i'm savy, i deserve the perfect man, why haven't you sent him to me"

God looks kind of confused "but i did kiddo, but you were so busy being smart, fun and savy that on his request i had to shift him to the perfect woman"


"When" she said half shriekingly "they were all imperfect, the ones i met, where was the perfect guy you sent, and wait, how the hell am i not the perfect woman!!!" she said in enough anger to even scare god

god, in a little subtler tone after all that shrieking "ahem, mind your language please, after all, it is god you are talking too. Kiddo even i'm not perfect, all over history people question God, Why did Ram leave Sita, why did Gandhi call of quit India, Was Jesus really born out of a virgin?; there's no end to finding faults, even with God. The perfect woman...is perfect because she loved the imperfections of the perfect guy

"Damn, so will i never find happiness"

"You're talking to god, shouldn't be that difficult, maybe you just haven't given it enough thought"



She woke up a while later and looked at her lab...had she been talking to her dog? no no just a dream she thought




Later at another place a chap sitting under a tree having beer and peanuts "god man you're awesome, I mean only god could've known that peanuts are the best thing to go with beer, I mean like wow"

God: "you kno its tuff to hardsell you to these women as the perfect man if you keep talking like this, ok now throw some pretzels my side"

Tossing a few peanuts that way "Oh chill man don't have to hardsell me and all, btw thats another awesome piece of work of yours, funny they are in some ways, but they're good, especially the ones that don't nag so much, they are the best, awesome creatures man, here's a toast to them"

Ofcourse the man saw nothing wierd in talking to his dog, he was drunk, thats what you were supposed to do when you were drunk

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Ok this post wasn't about the girl or the guy or the stupid 5th class debate :P but have you ever wondered the dog is supposed to be the man's best friend, all civilizations across all time periods have had dogs...surprisingly and i may be wrong on this none of the civilizations have portrayed dog as a religious symbol, no god has ever been associated with a dog. I think its not by chance, its like a secret agreement, keep the focus away from the dog...but i think one of the members of the secret committee decided to be little benevolent on mankind...after all why else would they have spelt out the name in english as DOG || GOD...

if you don't believe me...just look into a dog's eyes

Cute Little Love Stories - 6

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Cute Little Love Stories - 5

"Tu aajkal likhta naee hai"

"Tu aajkal padti jo naee hai"

"Tujhe pata hai naa aajkal busy chal raha hai mera"

"To jab tu free ho jaaegi tab likhoonga"

"Tu kya sirf mere liye likhta hai"

"baaki koi reader god (lap) mein baith kar comment naee deta na" he said with a wink

"haan woh bhi hai" she said, from her comfortable position in his lap. He knew how to make her feel special and that is all that mattered, all that she needed to drive away the tiredness of her job

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ok guys awesome weather these days in delhi...early morning driving through the fog on the DND is like driving through clouds...stuff romantic scenes in real life are made off...so those of you who are a couple...hope you are making the best of the season...take a weekday off on the foggiest day...drive around on the DND...come back home have pakodas...and go back to sleep :P

Cute Little Love Stories are a series i started based on a fledgling romance that plausibly started last year but never took off. These are the conversations that happen perhaps in another timezone another lifetime...but i hope you journey along with these characters, they are very much real, even if their romance is imaginary :)

The test of extremes

Ok so since i have vowed (and broken the vow like within the first week of new year) to not give gyan any longer...

I shall help you to make your own #gyan ( i know, i can see you going for that tomato that seems to have lost all its shape, so hold it right there bugger :P)

Theories of life, are best tested i believe at the extremes...

i'll try give you one example and like always leave thins unclear :P

Q1 Whom do you think of during the times when you're in most pain....

Q2 Now how much attention have you given this person in the last three days....

Q3 If you feel you haven't given enough attention, what were you so busy doing...

Q4 That one thing that kept you busy, when you are at your death bed would you feel it was worth it, worth all the sacrifices...

I don't have to tell you what to do with the answers or how to form more questions...

Closure

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

...

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….

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

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