Pearls of a snapped necklace...

She was my half....

Like a shadow on the crescent moon... I was the soul of her mortal frame....

She was the fragrance in my air...
We were inseperable like time and space. I was the void in her vacuum. I was hers and she was mine. And when she left, I died. Not once but twice. And nothing more but the most pristine emotion of human nautre, sorrow, stood solid, paying respect to the exequies of my love.

I fell down like pearls of a snapped necklace..... Scattering and falling apart with dismembered uncertainty.

What pity...!! Even my most honest feelings couldnt stop her from leaving. I would've loved her even in my penultimate years where every morning opening my eyes to the new sunshine would need a grinding effort. Eyes which stay closely shut through the cold nights in the mist of unfulfilled dreams and death.

Blogs came from stone age...

Now....

Blogs are in... everyone wants to do it. But why?? (am one too... got in rather late..)

its so stupid.. to write something which makes no sense to anybody's life. And, we expect them to read. Duh....!!!

Well, am I complaining? Well... the answer is...

WHO CARES....!!!!

Humans have this inane liking to scribble crap on the walls. They are doing this since 'Stone Age' (Was it better than our age... who cares...!!). All of us have done it. Hey...!! you too have.... remember those days in nappy when you took the dreaded red crayon and scribbled the walls roughly at 2 and a half feet above the floor. Aa... Now you remember... See, this habbit is still thriving. Now you see... ehh. Its nothing new. The stone age man blogged too.... he was the first one to do it... on the walls. How Sweet...

('Flashback' to the Present...)

... we think we are adults (I dont... am still 14). And, that means, we dont have the license to scribble the walls any more.... So what do we do now...?

(All must ponder for a 30 seconds...)

Hey.... You know what... this aint the stone age.... so lets make something to scribble on....

Abra-ka-dabra (How lame....!! But who cares....?)

Behold......!!! Here we have.....

(Drum roll in the background...)

"THE BLOG"

And now, that we have this infinite wall to scribble on... everyone liked it so much... that it came out again... well... it never left us... (dont you know?, habits never leave...)

Yes...!! Lets Scribble...

And this is how the story goes... Everone is scribbling the walls and nobody reads it.... but who cares... we still keep scribling..... (sounds like sibling... do you care?) and we will till eternity... and maybe someday.. they would look at the fossils and think...

"How Incerdible..!!"

But for now nobody is reading... yeah.. so fuck off... what do you think you are doing here..?

(were you reading....?)

Dont you know, 'nobody' is reading.....

You Never Know When Love Comes Again...





The Call...



It had been more than two years that I had fallen out of a relationship in which I must admit, I was more than seriously involved. And I never thought that I would love someone again. But you never know what life has in store for you and it had a surprise for me too. One fine day I got a call from someone needing a guitar tutor. It was a sweet voice and as we spoke I answered all her queries which put us on for a session in a weeks time. I had to travel to one of the posh localities in the city. I rang the door bell and after a few passing moments a lady answered the door. She gave me a puzzled "Yes..?" and I responded her by asking, "Did someone here need a guitar tutor?". She nodded and asked me to come in and and take a seat. She vanished inside the many rooms and I was waiting with thousand thoughts running through my mind. I was totally lost in my thoughts when I heard a voice from behind, "Hello...." and I turned to see the most beautiful girl I had ever seen in my life. She was fair with almond eyes and a mischievous smile to add to her beauty. Her skin glowed in the evening sun that broke into the room through the seaside window. She came walking with the most subtle feminine panache I had ever seen in my life to greet me... I melted inside. I spoke as normally as I could totally blown away by her simplistic features. The most simple and beautiful face god would have had ever made. What a fatal combination it was..!!! We started off a series of session from there on. She was an intelligent girl who liked reading and was musically inclined. She was spiritual, kind and helpful too. She introduced me to Bob Dylan's music and I must thank her for this. We shared spiritual thoughts in between our sessions and also spoke of everyday life, friendship, work, music and books.

The Realization...

She was a daughter of an affluent corporate honcho and belonged to the high society. Her friends were the most affluent you could ever think of. She hung out with them and was comfortable in that sphere of life. Once, she dressed so fine to go out for dinner to one of the most expensive restaurant in the city with her friends that I envied them. It was the first time in my life I thought to myself that, "If I could only have that kind of money....". Then, as I spent more time with her I slowly started to realize that I cant make her mine. I was invisible in her world. And when I realized how illogical and impossible it was for her to be mine, it broke my heart. She was so untouchable that it made me feel mediocre and the road to win her looked astronomical. The predicament was that I liked the only girl in the world which I might never get. I spoke about her to my friends and even they know how much I loved her. They tell me that money is worthless in such affairs and that I could still win her but I know life isn't a motion picture. Its true, brutal and unfair. But I don't know if life still has more surprises for me. All I can do is pray and keep my fingers crossed, listening to Bob Dylan's "Don't think twice, its all right....". And I still look forward to her sessions when ever I get the opportunity because even they have dried out with time. The irony of this interaction is, she taught me that I can fall in love again. I am working hard, you know... to get there, where I wouldn't hesitate to ask her the question and hoping that she still be around. As again in the words of Bob Dylan, "The answer is blowing in the wind...."