What if I say YES!

You make me happy. You won't be around for too long. I have words in my pocket and I am going to write them down. Fairy lights make me happy. You won't let me question. There's laughter and there's cheer. We are beautiful people. I see us disappear, soonest

You know, a lot has happened in the past week. A lot. You could say it was all a bit too much. And if it had to do with things, I'm an expert at handling them. But with people, I can only fold myself up in a neat pile and lock myself in and let my theories grow inside that head until they consume me like one big monster munchie. You get the point?

A part of me is to be blamed. Because I am not used to handling people. I have never let myself handle people. I'v treated them like my television set. If the show starts choking my head, switch over to some other channel until the show gets done. Detach basically. Nice. Clean. Neat. And simple.

Or is it Attach. Detach. Never attach back? I think it's this ways.

I can forget people. It is *this* easy for me. (And I am not talking about memory-wise forgetting them here. Headdesk.) It's almost like, I need to figure some things out, rationalize a bit and Lo! you'v been shut out of my line of thought.

Being judged is not a worry. We all have a right to be judgemental. Only, we must try and not get 'the others' in the picture no? Paint your own conclusions. Why rely on 'the others' ?

If you thought gold-diggers is just a phrase, think twice. Gold diggers, people who change colours, complicated people, storytellers, happy people, they all exist for real.

Also, I'm no sad smiley even as I type this okay? Just that I got thinking and all that jazz :]

Double also, I need a wind-chime !!
For some good luck .

And in parallel universe something made me recall this dialogue from the movie "Love Me If You Dare"

Julien: You know... there were lots of things I was game for that you never said.

Sophie: Like?

Julien: Eating ants... insulting the unemployed... loving you like crazy.

[they kiss]

Broken Anklet and An Obituary

While sipping earl grey, she took out the anklet she was wearing.Some blue beads on a nylon thread and she untied the knot on one of its end and start taking them out one by one and start making some hard to understand design on the table. Still good number of beads were left on the thread and she tied the knot again making the anklet smaller, she took two loose beads out of that abstruse design and put them in the circle made of that anklet.
And all long the conversation she kept playing with those beads and whenever I tried to take any of the bead out of the circle she hastily put it back in the circle.
May be she wants to see those two beads coming together in a circle of something hard to name.
Or maybe that's what my mind tells me.
That's not all.
You know what happens when you take a stone in your hand and throw it the flowing river it will create a splash for a blink of an eye and there will be little ripples and just in seconds river will start flowing in its regular course.

Similarly if you hurl a stone in a pond or a lake it will create ripples, initially smaller and eventually bigger and the effect will remain for longer time unlike in the flowing river.
While I was sharing this philosophy of mine she asked me to talk like a man not like a boy and stop beating the bush.
And it took me while to connect the dots about the knot of the nylon thread.
We decided to stop hurling stones at lake because the ripples might lead to big flood and with this apprehension we decided to have a happy middle rather than having a sad ending.
And lets write a obituary before birth.

Overpriced Coffee and A Lemon Cake

Coffee for Jon Snow and Daenerys.

There are joints which can burn a big hole in your pocket just for a tall coffee but hey! anything for the priceless conversation.Plus the coffee that they make is really nice with that extra cream kissing the cover of the cup.And how can I not mention lemon cake.I ate it because its Lady Sansa's choice but it was little stale. Like you know difficult to cut with plastic fork so I decided to leave a little part of it until the sermon dawned on me from the opposite couch about how people die without food and how I being big cunt of a person leaving what I ordered and than I have to gulp it in a jiffy.

And its ok to be a spendthrift for a day.
That was not all.

Sometimes life goes on a loop
.
You know like when you get hooked on to some song which you have never heard and than once you listen to it you just can't start unlistening it. Ever. With earphones without earphones. It will keep playing in your subconscious. Sometimes the lyrics other time just the beats or maybe the visual of the song.

Similarly with the books, they may keep lying on the headboards of your bed or bookshelves or drives of your computers and you never read them, but once you start reading them there is no looking back. And than you underline your favourite lines and fold the pages at your favourite parts and they become your favourite books.


And than little doubt sprouts in my mind can same be the case with fellow sapiens?
Can they be underutilised resource of companionship?
Can there be so much beneath what naked eyes can see?
Can there be a unexplored side to someone which can change your mind?

Definitely.Maybe.

 You know nothing Jon Snow --- Ygritte

Kismet

'Important encounters are planned by the soul long before the bodies see each other.' - Paulo Coelho


As I sit to clear the mental browser history, I discover recurring patterns that have continued from the recent past
You know what the problem with being nice and polite in this day and age is?

That you’re constantly forced to put on a façade.


You can not be you.
Nobody wanna believe true you.


They find truth repelling and like making stories based on creepy assumptions.


Camouflage is such a in thing that folks now are so comfortable at it.


But for me putting on a façade is gigantic task in which I fail every time.
I like to wear my heart on my sleeve.


My overture to fellow sapiens is that you only live once, be yourself life is too short to be anyone else.


Sooner than later we will all bite the dust.
So make hay while the sun shines.

And if you have a storm brewing inside you, you aren’t doing yourself any favours by pretending like it isn’t. Make sure you assert yourself and get the treatment you deserve.


As somebody told me, you live life on the edge and I couldn't agree more.

I Refuse to Wake Up!

Gwad!

I love and I hate the oscillation of my writer side.

There were weeks months and years for which

I do not write anything.

And than.

There are days on which I am on my writing best.
I am always filled with a thing or two to write about.

Anyways the thing is:
I prefer living inside my head. No, really.

WHY CAN'T FILMY SCENES OCCUR MORE THAN LESS OFTEN IN MY LIFE? :@

I want to wake up to an absolutely cool haircut, with a new contact number, memory loss will do, a colourful room full of mirrors and Swiss bells and neon lights, a new name maybe?

Oh, have I told you I'v always wanted this mysterious sounding French or German name my maa, phupoo or khala for that matter obviously couldn't name me after?

Bleh. Anyway.

I WANT TO WAKE UP IN A NEW COUNTRY.

And then, spend atleast a month or two lazing around spending time and money on food and self.

Like a boss.

I want too much.

The other day, I was talking to Garry about how I want to go back to those times when we used to listen to cassettes.As lately I have been listening to some real awesome Bollywood music from the 90's. You know, Darr, Gupt, Monsoon Wedding, Mohra, Vishwatma, Stereo Nation and all that.

I plan way too many things in my head. It's taking a toll on my real life. :S

He Said,She Said!

She: Hello Sir.
He: Just Abbas is fine.
She: Ok sir.


He: So, you like coffee I heard.
She: Not really.


He: How about tea?
She: Yes I like tea.


He: When can I buy you a tea?
She: Why would you.


He: Are you always this nice or is it something special today?
She: Catch you in 10 min.
He: Ok


10 min later.


She: Well, this is me like always.




He: So, when can I buy a cuppa tea?
She: I can buy myself.


He: Oh! Please let me have the privilege.
She: Hahaha ok sure.


He: Tomorrow Evening?
She: Evening I have Gym.


He: Ok Saturday Cha bar Connaught place.
She: Can't, Saturday I have my presentation.


He: Sunday?
She: Shopping with family.


He: Mi lord insaaf! Tareek pe tareek.
She: Hahaha. Ok after August that is after peak season.


He: No! Saturday please judge Saab.
She: Ok you have to ask Ma'am.


He: Bring her along.
She: Ok than it will be a group meeting.



He: Well that's just one way to look at it.
She: Hehehe that's how I look at it.


He: I will look at it my way.
She: Hahaha ok cya.

Curtains.


And they never met.

I ask for the rainbow in summer, He gives it to me in the monsoon

There is magic. And then there is no-magic.


There is love and there is indifference.
No! hate please. Its too harsh a word to be used.Plus the opposite of love is indifference not hate.


Your can either be on track with you sucking in the wind, or you could be off the track with you sucking in every bit of 'thrill', screaming in horror.


There is food. And then there is weight.
Blessed  are those who can enjoy one without being afraid of the other.


Than there are cigarettes. If you smoke you die, and folks won't stop from casting there judgemental eyes and drawing some shitty conclusions about you.
And if you don't smoke you die too.


Gross.I know.


You are allowed to dream. But then there are dreams that are your personal favourites. And these dreams may not come true. Are you strong enough?




Kites are light and are meant to fly. They are light and they tear and could get electrocuted.


The point is: That guy up there, he gives you and he takes something back. It is only a matter of 'Happy Realization Day' striking you.

And what I realize is:
I have made people laugh. And I don't even charge people for it. I only make them call me awesome.
I'm so conveniently content :]