Saturday, August 22, 2009

LoSt N FoUnD

Its a story very close to my heart...I feel there are always a bunch of intimate things...not literally though...but yes..its a story ...
Once upon a time there was a couple...a couple as cohesive as any other of its kind might sound so paradoxical to some...but it was a couple...and was together as ever.. and just like the others on the block , they were married...had two kids...whom they loved more than their lives...and both were enjoying their lives together. As time went on they got used to each other. Day by day they got so used to what held within the boundaries of their house, that they forgot what actually bounded them. Confined within the four walls, they laughed , they cried, they did everything they were fond of , except, accept their love for each other. They learnt it all..yet in vain . They still went on, struggling through each day that comes by, trying to find another waypoint in the journey, satisfying another ambition , tired , more, still . Just like this fullstop , their lives were ending ( not really ) but they were making money, success , fame ...but nothing yet out of their lives .

Till a day, their saturation came, and they decided to take a day off and go on partying, just like their good old teenage days...when fervour for each other, voice , charm , the silent peek-a-boos , the forbidden dates, the every daffy activity that a teenager does, was successfully executed by them . And then the big night..they got married...and even if I do not make a churning sound its quite evident that all the passion they had vanished. As if poison left the snake , its very essential part .

And so they celebrated, a day off, away from the buzz of phones, pagers, door-bells, unwanted guests, their favourite sitcoms and their fights over their indulgence in them ...any thing and everything . And there they ordered shots of vodka , down one after the other , so many, they any ways lost the count long back. They looked at each other, with eyes full of something they had last seen on their first , indulgence , hope mixed with sleep . It eventually started with abuses, was not even shocking for both of them to cater themselves with the amorous credentials that were being capitulated at them. They loved abusing, just as they loved calling out each others names after each beep word . And after an eventful series with they started commenting together ,like two boys sitting on stairs of any college and chattering about something funny on the ground, about how badly he ogled on the waitress serving their adjacent table. And while making their futuristic stories...they clubbed in most part of their lives...n made it as monotonous as their one was. Done with this part they again looked at each other and smiled, and again, smiled . The wife suddenly had a jolt, she dropped her head on the table, pushed it again hard up, and then blushed. He was ogling at her. And she said...u find me nice?? N he answered negatively. With beady eyes she continued to look, and he prompted in her ears....very nice ! She was glad, as if heard something she has been waiting for, something that caused so much pain, yet was a relief to listen after so many years, so long, a time that touched and wounded their lives...she was proud...this was a thing that it could not change...and she was laughing... And so did he, seeing her smile...he also joined with the flow...and both laughed a lot...till they realized they were annoying the tables besides them. And then she said, I hate you for taking time to say that, I hate you for all the times you missed that, and I hate you for saying it when you are not in your senses, but I love you when you are not...coz at least are mine. He was touched by her sentiments, though he could not very well understand the hate part, coz his head was spinning, he did get the love part, a part that has always belonged to him . She put her head down, facing him, watching him, laughing on and off, and then said, two or three... after how many shots do you promise to treat me the way you used to before . And he, caressed her head and said, none, n said “ time must stop here, for it is heaven to see u smile after so long , had God been here he would have replaced my water with vodka so that I treat you like this the whole year around , always , but since he’s not here and also since vodka would harm my health and decrease the number of years left with you, I think I’ll manage with a promise, that I’ll be the same, who knows vodka effects the next time or not !! “
And they laughed again, this time, not caring about the tables besides, caring about nothing that was beside, laughing in and out, n reiterating , the three magical words . The security guard had to shut them up....and also escort them out of the bar, for they were drooling over each other...a part most adults loose out...the love they ‘ve had just a few years ago ...
Rarely you’ll find moments where God gives you a chance to be the love in you, to be the kind you were a few years ago, expressive, and a little less egoistic, it does not harm to be good, but it always harms to say silent, when words were all that was expected 

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

On the road called life

Far asleep on a day
just when I opened my eyes
I found cheers on my way
all along the road that went by

I had few gudges that I kicked
and few regrets held up close
I let them enter..and so let them go
I knew it was what I chose

I had this person whom I met
while I was travelling life
he said me things I cant forget
he taught me to be mine

I had this feeling long upheld
a thanks confined in my shell
I let it out..and told him so
and all that ensued well

it struck me with some wonderous charm
I had my feet in air
could feel the beats could feel the zeal
I had now lots to flair

something that belonged to me
not the ones that grow old
it was a precious thing to be
of someone of your own

what brought me to you was the road i chose
and so i choose to walk down with you
flawless magic I’ve been through
let me I’m there
all by your side...all with you

Sunday, August 2, 2009

Picture coveted is the FRIENDSHIPS DAY....a day when all love to spend with their beloved friends....
And so was I....doing the same thing...other than the usual humdrum college routine..there I was...out in the neighbouring...emerging town of my birth-state Rajasthan...SIKAR...
Let me tell you more about this place...its at a distance of about half an hour from present dwelling that is...and is a small town...not very equipped with everything that someone coming from a city would desire..but everything that is enough for that persons needs...and not greed’s...
And so i was watch a movie...on the eve of friendships day...
But on our way back to friend told me a very nice thing that happened with here very recently in the vacations..
Here in my it is an all girls ( for those who aren’t aware of the fact ) .....there comes myriad occasions where I find my friends and me too indulging in an activity that I wasn’t aware of before coming here...called fondly by us...our “photo-sessions”.... you certainly might be wondering what kind of thing did she tell me so that i had to plunge into the intricate details of our personal friendly here goes like this....
My friend ..when she was in Jaipur...went to a very famous mall there....full of people ...that could be perhaps the most well to do crowd...or rather I should put it in a way that ....children of parents who are there she was in her car ...parked on the roadside...enjoying the pulsating music...the ambience....the resemblance that her fate and that of others there showed....this she did not notice perhaps at that time...until something happened... one of the children when i refer to children I’m not referring to the ones that were there to flaunt money , clothes and bla bla... but to those who were there...just like her on the roadside...the difference being she was inside an AC car...enjoying her life ...and they were there... the scorching heat . so this one child knocked at the window and was begging for a penny...the one that could help him to have some food ...may be that day ...if he manages to collect much..or may be in a next few days... she opened the window and gave him a penny...and he was happy..actually happy...and then a flock gathered there for some more of her money...and since she was in a good mood...she did not buzz them off...but instead...vented some money from her pocket to see then with their gay departure ...she started clicking photos with her friends there...
Elated by the essence of perhaps everything around desires...all that was there in her mind was to have fun....but of the girls of that flock...came and asked “didi...ek meri bhi photo khich do....” ..... picked up by her desire....she agreed to her...and did as she said...she made a few poses ...which she must have seen kareena kapoor making in those weirdest of movies...and then...she asked for another favour ... “mere kachre ke dibbe ki bhi leeyo naa”.... fortune made could this happen...what made God partial?
She....was someone...who belonged to just one thing...and that thing belonged to her... her “kacchre ka dibba” ....her toy...her mate...her kind of fun...her definition of have a photo clicked of something that was so dear to her....and put amazed by the irony of life...she did as she commanded again....but this time....with a heavy heart...what made her fate ...opposite to ours??? Whats the fault???
Yes....picture coveted...just so similar to my ways...yet so far-fetched from its a way... I or you would never be...nor would want anyone else to be ....