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Showing posts with label Occasion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Occasion. Show all posts

On the Occasion of friendship day !

>> Sunday, August 1, 2010

Love is a very important part of me. As I say these words I recollect the opening lines of Bertrand Russell's autobiography.More or less he says the same, of course with a slight variation. If not why would he be "himself" and why would I be "myself". That's the end of similarities, I am not delving into details any further.
Right from the days when I knew a little about myself I sought love, dearly. From the advent of my teens I was either having a crush or was having a feeling that somebody likes me. I am putting in some honest thoughts of mine here because 20 years from now when I am not what I am today I still will have a way to know what exactly I was in my teens and early twenties. I no longer have the razor sharp edges which as a teenager I had but I still carry the memories. Some events are afresh in mind as they happened yesterday and some have vaporized as if they never occurred in the first place. Let me account them here.
I remember the days when on a friendship day I bought a rose and a greeting card with few tens of rupees. I remember the act being repeated the next year. I did not know what it was then. After all these years when I must be dismissing them away as ramblings of a teenager, at least after being in a serious relation that is going to materialize in nuptial knots soon, I still value and relish those appetite dropping experiences with an impish grin . I see that most teenagers go through this phase but many are not brazen enough to pursue the madness earnestly. I did chase the the butterflies quite early, though I never had the intentions or guts to catch one, pun intended.Adventures seem extravagant in print and ink, but the amount of trouble I would have got into if something had gone wrong was unimaginably huge and it is evident only now as I type these lines. Once I nearly toppled over the cliff and just hung on in time. Thanks to the good times. Ones who know me might ask what favor I did to myself by clinging on and delaying the inevitable.I can tell you, it would have been too early and a whole lot different. Okay, I will not allude any longer, I will put it plain.
Since the time I have come of age I always craved for company and I scouted for a special companion. A companion who can dare to maintain, with me, the highest degree of transparency possible between two humans; who leaves me alone to rest in the lap of solitude when I please; who never forces her thoughts on me; who loves me as if I were a kite soaring high in the skies.This was possible either with an alter ego or with a person from opposite gender.And, I was never in mood to find an alter ego. That is how even before I knew myself, I realised how my better half should be.It was a writing on the wall that a person like me would fall head over heels in love sooner than later.I say this because my cravings for company conceived from the fact that I spend my time in solitude. In my childhood and early teens isolation was imposed upon me so that I could do good in my academics - this wasn't the only intention though, sometimes I was condemned to isolation. To an extent this had a positive effect on my academics but it had a serious side effect. I started liking solitude and turned an introvert( which still I am). People who know me, a majority at least, would differ with me on this and claim that I socialize well.On the contrary a select few know that I take refuge in solitude and have intense introspective intervals when I burn out. The periods of introspection are so intense that every such time strip gives birth to a fledgling in me.In these ebbs I need somebody who really understands me, right by my side. After much effort I have found one, a remarkable one indeed.
What I am trying to say is, several years earlier right on this day called the Friendship Day I began as an apprentice only to be a veteran now. I started chasing butterflies out of intrigue.I learnt my fundamentals, fundamentals of the complex thing called a girl's mind and what best suited me, at school - very early isn't it ? It was a prelude rather, I would say. And, this early start did pay me off in tonnes.I found what I sought after the most - my love.
This is a honest tribute to her splendid self on the eve of this decade's first friendship day.I do this even after knowing that she doesn't care reading what I write here.

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On Valentine; For Valentine

>> Sunday, February 14, 2010


Three Cheers on this Valentine
Which cheer is for the day,
and which is for my girl.
Which cheer is for my girl,
and which is for the day.

Read on, you will know...

I saw a damsel with a radiant face,
and gazed at her if just in case.
She went ahead at a gentle pace
leaving in my heart an empty space.

The crescent moon hides away,
to see the beauty amidst the way.
The sun tries to bar the way ,
her brilliance clears it all away.

The moon over there craves for a glance at her.
The sun is here for a glimpse of her.
There they starve for her gracious presence
Here I am for the eternal essence.

Her lips resemble petals of rose
that shattered me from head to toes
Her un-knotted hair flows so wild,
just as petals in breeze so mild.

Her face is cheese and creamy white,
her smothered smile makes it a delight.
Her dreamy looks took me beguile
And lo! before I realize she is ahead a mile.

She made her presence felt,
so I searched for the place she dwelt.
Startled was I for what I smelt
for I whiffed the dreams that melt.

Oh! Rippled the dream,
Morning was the stone in this stream
Since, morning had been a ghastly nightmare.
and my life was a wait for the sweet nightly air.

I woke up from dream, every morning of the year,
in wake of loss, in shiver of pain and fear.
But the day I told you, I love you
this was no dream but very much real and very much you.

Now, I see you my valentine, every day, every night.
Now, I have you my valentine, every day, every night.
I adore you and this day Oh! Saint Valentine,
for, on this day I made this girl my life time valentine

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BDay - My day

>> Sunday, January 3, 2010

Well how to begin, should I adopt a Torantino style and narrate the events in a non-linear manner or should I take an animated route? Okay... on this day I will do it my own way.
After all the shopping I have done for 2 months I have decided I will not buy anything in the coming 6 months at least but, you see there is always a but butting in what ever I say, I went out on the evening of 2nd Jan to dine out with you-know-who. Unfortunately I had more time that what I needed for dining so... so what? I went window shopping for the 3 time this week.This time not to Megamart but to a different outlet. As soon as I went in I was awestruck, dumbstruck and thunderstruck to know that Espirit shirt was sold at as low a price as 550 bucks - 20% discount. You know I am good at profits and losses and percentages. With amazing speed I calculated the price to be 440 and despite all the advice I received I bought a shirt.
( wonder why I did not mention about this in my blog yesterday- I did mention and I was crying about this, rather covertly, all over my blog).
But today is not a day to cry because 24 years ago right on this date I declared my emergence to the people around and in a way to the world by tugging at the necklace of the doctor who helped my mother with me. Of course I cried aloud that day when the doctor did not let the chain go. The doctor called me a Demon( a rakshasa) for all I did,sad isn't it for a new born to be referred thus. Wait a minute, why am I talking about what happened 24 years ago. I will talk about today my 24th birth day. The day( at 12) started with a plum-cake cutting followed by a couple of phone calls and wished over Orkut. After we devoured the cake I filled my blog till 2 in the night and slept for the day. What12 'o'clock is to frens 6 o' clock is to family. I never get up from bed before 10 in the morning if it is a holiday, having said that my parents do know about this but expected me to be up at the least by 8 today and called me at 9. Needless to say I was still in bed and the first question my mom asked was " Do you remember that today is your birthday" and I said yes half asleep. Then she asked me if I was still in bed and I said " No " - A typical Johny Johny yes papa situation isn't it? Realizing it is time to get up I tore blankets away and emerged once again for the 25 th time on this date but today with a head ache because of sleeping late and raising early. I rushed through the ablutions to check gifts all from you-know-who. The first I set my hands on was a wallet, the second was a little unexpected a photo frame with a very relevant picture in it and the third was a stunner. The third pack contained 3 books one was Brida by Paul Coehelo, the next was Rosa by an author I haven't heard of and the third was The Last Mughal by William Darlymple. "The last Mughal" goes long way with me. Every time I go to a book shop I lay hands on it and will want to buy it but refrain from do it not because of the price but because I doubted if I could complete this book. I borrowed this book couple of years ago from my company's library and I returned the book reading only the first 45 pages of it. Then on this book has remained elusive. Now I get to lay hands on it and really happy about it. Thanks to you my beloved. The last was a fast track watch which wasn't a surprise as I guessed this the before day itself :).
I will save the rest of the day's events for tomorrow because after a long weekend it certainly would be an eventless day at office.

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New year - Resolution Time

>> Friday, January 1, 2010

I have many thoughts coming into my mind when I drive, when I eat and when I do everything else but when, just when I sit down to put these thoughts on paper they evaporate and I turn blank. Nevertheless I will not relent from updating my blog any day - Resolution Number 1.
I will try and stop being satirical( when not needed :) ) - Resolution number 2.
I will be more responsible than yesterday- Number 3.
And after that I think I am perfect, so naturally the list of resolutions should end here but it does not because I suddenly see a worm beneath the veneer of perfection. I stare at it but it does not move. I put my finger through and tickle it, it does not stir. The worm looks dead and I start celebrating my perfection but now I see ripples in my perfection. The worm raises its dirty head and wags it tail. The worm of laziness has been spoiling my party and it did that again.
This wretch makes me sleep for long hours, makes me skip bath and breakfast, sometimes diseases me into procrastination, fails me at being regular with medication and worse forces me to be rash on roads putting me in mortal danger. It is time I strangle this worm to death and this should top the list of resolutions. The only way of ever doing this, I realize, is being determined and regular.

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