Friday, July 19, 2013

Age doesn't matter.

This blog is in continuation with my tweet of July 13th where I wrote, “I hve frens hu r more than 25 yrs older than me n d best part is I jst love their company. They r funnier, understanding, smarter than the rest”. So, my fren Ravi Arora asked is there any anecdotes and I said, Well yes! But twitter word limit is too small so I will write it in my blog and here they are ;)
1.       My fren P who joined his service in 1979 (I was in heaven dancing with zeus and poseidon tht year) told me a better version of a story which I studied in moral science. I am sure all of us r familiar with the story of this guy with an axe who was cutting woods on a river bank and his axe fell in the river. A goddess emerge and offered him 2 axes, a gold nd a silver but he refused both and when the goddess finally offered him his rusty old one he said tht’s mine. The goddess touched by his honesty gave him all the three. But his neighbour who was a greedy and a liar tried, he failed coz he tried to take the gold and the silver one too. Now here comes his version, hearing the story of this honest guy another not so honest one took his ugly wife to the river bank and literally throw her into the water. The goddess emerge with Aishwariya Rai. The guy was astounded and said yes! yes!, she is mine. The goddess furious by his lie told him he will be punished for wht he did and his wife will not be returned back anymore. The guy turned to leave but the goddess asked him why he lied. The man was quite smart and replied. Dear goddess, I knew if I say no to the first 2 and said yes to my wife you will give me all three and I am too old to handle and look after 3 wives tht’s why I said yes. The goddess felt bad and asked him to choose only one and he chose the prettiest. Moral of the story: Smartness can fool even gods. So, be a Smart liar. :P
2.       I went for a school inspection with my fren P where all the teachers r of the age of my mom. The teachers were too proud to accept me as an inspecting officer. So before the inspection starts, he started narrating them stories about how powerful I am and how my one word could transfer them to unthinkable places. Well! He was definitely exaggerating but it broke the ice and the teachers became more cooperative. If I went alone, I might have returned without any report and with a sulking face. But he saves the day.
3.       P’s analytical and mathematical skill is amazing and working with him is all fun, informative, a whole new experience and he is very very supportive. He knows the gravity of relationships, he is trustworthy and he is an amazing friend.
The above lines are just a small part of the experiences I have had with ppl older than me and there still are many amazing stories which either I have forgotten or too lazy to type in this post :D So if there are  ppl out there who think Old ppl are obsolete and boring just try interact with few of them. You’ll love it.

Friday, January 18, 2013

Season of Love

Once again, my mind is being haunted by your memories. 

Solidarity brings you back, all alive, like I can touch you and feel your touch.

Now is the season of love and with you so far away, it is a curse.

Without you by my side,
I am like an empty vessel, a rose without scent and a body without a soul.

Wandering this never ending road, I can no longer feel the pain of this bleeding sole.

Searching for you in this crowd, my eyes resist blinking for the fear of missing one glance.

Come & Take my hand,
I’ll teach you how to love, like crazy, like there is nothing else than the one you love.

Come & Take my hand,
Let us spread love; Love!! Which is now a stranger to this world.

Saturday, November 10, 2012

Immortal Love

Beauty is your innocence.

Strength is your honesty.

Even as a memory, you still make me smile.

You will always be remembered,

You will always be loved.

There is no one like you and there will never be.

Fate makes you the past and

Heart makes you the immortal.

To experience your love is a blessing as well as a curse.

With you, I have lived enough and I have been loved enough.

There is nothing more to wait and nothing more to expect.

Now, I gladly stand in this threshold of life and death,

Waiting for the next life, waiting for you.

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Love & Hate

With you I was the Princess.
With you I was so loved.
Now, I am a nobody.
Now, I am not special.
You spoil me, and
He cursed me.
You gave me your heart, and
He gave me days of tears.
Don’t come back, coz
It’s too late.
I am drowning in this ocean of hate, but
Your memories help me endure the pain.
Wanted a chance to reconcile, but
Maybe in Next Life………

Tuesday, July 17, 2012


The setting sun was trying to persuade him what he don’t want to acknowledge.
People rushing back home were prove that the day was coming to an end.
But, his ground was firm, and his believe were strong.
Being a man of great patience and perseverance, He still wants to wait.
She promised’, that’s what he all care about.
And of all the things in this world, her words were the only ones which he trusts.
He was waiting for this day; he wanted to feel her Love once again.
Just Give Me A Sign”, he murmured looking at the sky.
He knew, she was listening and craving to be with him.
I promise I’ll be a changed Man, Just tell me You still Love Me”, he whispered.
People passing by were staring at this strange man standing in the middle of the Highway.
Since the day she was gone, he was drowned in alcohol. Every meal that he took was not more than a morsel.
Sometimes, he will hear her voice telling him to stop. But, he wanted to show her what she did to him.
 “On your Birthday, before the day end, I’ll show you, how much I love you”. She said, with those teasing smile before climbing to the bus.
The sun was no more in sight; he sighed and realized, she is not coming back.
All hope lost, he once again looked towards north at the never ending Highway.
On a similar day like this, those blind curves like a large Serpent swallowed her up on that tragic accident.
 As he took his first step, a Raindrop fall on his head, surprised he looked up just to see a beautiful white dove flying towards him.
The dove fell few metres away from him, he ran with all his might and picked up the poor soul.
The bird was injured but it sprang up on his touch. He kissed the bird, wrapped it in his scarf and ran towards home, laughing like a madman shouting at every soul he met on the way,
 “She came back for me”.

Sunday, May 27, 2012


As a child I was not much of the cheerful kind. When I was not in school or tuition you would find me in my room near the window table. The windows wide opened, I will be there staring into the sky or the hills, making up stories, one after another.  She knew I was different but she never told me so.  I hardly study and I hardly ask for toys but she was always there by my side waiting for me to be ready so that she can teach me how to fly. I don’t know how long she has waited but at a point of time she was frustrated and I knew she was angry coz she was never the same like before. I wanted to see her happy so I stepped out from my room one fine day only to return defeated and bullied by the other kids. After some years I began to socialize but in my own way and I could see she was hurt for a reason I never tried to find out. As I grew up I realized we were so different and sometimes I wondered how could we share the same blood. I cried, I cursed, I argue without knowing why I was so rebellious, maybe that was a part of growing up. One day I left her for a place so far away and when I looked out from the Car window, I saw her eyes full of tears standing by the gate, I knew she was trying to say ‘I love you’ and I felt bile rising up my stomach and finally tears rolling out from my eyes. I reached the city full of strangers; lived in a house full of girls and shared a room with one girl. At night when the light was off, the only word that came out from my mouth was ‘mama’. I had nightmares and when I woke up from each nightmare I missed her more and more. I fell sick, I was robbed and with each tragedy I experienced, her memories became stronger than ever. She always had a solution for everything and foolishly I took it for granted when she was there with me all the time.
One day I realized what I had to do, I just had to be like the way she want me to be so that I could feel her with every steps I make. Since that day, every decision I made was after considering what she will say, what she will think. And believe me, it worked. I scored good marks, I found my best friend and many other new friends. I called her every evening and took suggestions from her.  Now, I am back and once again she is by my side but this time I have open my arms before she could think how I feel and I will never let her go.
‘Mama, I am sorry for giving you such a hard time in the past, without your support it’s impossible to become what I am. I love you more than anything or anyone else and please be my Mama for the many more rebirths I will take’