Hello life,
I don’t remember if I was glad when I met you.
You are a celebration they say. Despite letdowns, I’m supposed to be happy for the very reason that I’m alive.
Guess what?
I am!
Every time I smile, there is one reason waiting out there to wipe it off my face.
I’m happy for you.
She was the love of my life, we held hands, we promised each other togetherness.
We broke up.
Yet, I am happy for you.
I can’t get a damned thing right. In fact, everything that seems correct to me is always mercilessly proven wrong.
Still, I am happy for you.
I scream out “Why?” and hear silence.
I’m happy for you.
Even when I fight with my brother for a silly thing like the TV’s remote, I get to watch what he watches.
Really happy!
Life, I am happy for you despite you.
Thanks life.
Love,
Me :)
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Why me, god?
Dear Tia,
Have you ever been to Galapagos Islands? No? That’s okay. But if you do go there, please do me a favor – See if you can find me there. Because I feel incredibly lost!
I sense something really stopped happening (sometimes I even wonder if that something is me!). It’s darn boring.HELP!
You know what? Being lost is kind of weird and I still don’t realize why! I tried everything from vigorously shaking my head to pretending like I am not lost to help myself back.
Look! I am even trying to write it all away. And guess what? It doesn’t seem to be working, either. I should probably Google 'me' to find me again.
Anyways, take care.
Have you ever been to Galapagos Islands? No? That’s okay. But if you do go there, please do me a favor – See if you can find me there. Because I feel incredibly lost!
I sense something really stopped happening (sometimes I even wonder if that something is me!). It’s darn boring.
You know what? Being lost is kind of weird and I still don’t realize why! I tried everything from vigorously shaking my head to pretending like I am not lost to help myself back.
Look! I am even trying to write it all away. And guess what? It doesn’t seem to be working, either. I should probably Google 'me' to find me again.
Anyways, take care.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
The Orange Sky...
Dear Tia,
I'd like to dedicate the following lines to you. This is the first time I gathered a few lines which I can refer to as a poem...Tia....The Orange sky…
Sitting on the edge of the cliff I watched,
As the sun bade goodbye to the day,
Drowning in the horizon it smiled,
At the dusk drenched in it’s every single ray.
I sat there under the shadow of the orange sky...
The evening reminded me of the bygone day,
Would there be a better way to bid adieu
Than gifting a sky that is orange and gay?
And telling that soon I would be seeing you.
I thought…as I sat there under the shadow of the orange sky...
With sweet dismay the wind swayed my hair,
Assured me she’ll be back the next day,
To shower back all the love and care,
I wanted to say good bye but hey!
I still sat there under the shadow of the orange sky!
***
hope you liked it...
take care!
I'd like to dedicate the following lines to you. This is the first time I gathered a few lines which I can refer to as a poem...Tia....The Orange sky…
Sitting on the edge of the cliff I watched,
As the sun bade goodbye to the day,
Drowning in the horizon it smiled,
At the dusk drenched in it’s every single ray.
I sat there under the shadow of the orange sky...
The evening reminded me of the bygone day,
Would there be a better way to bid adieu
Than gifting a sky that is orange and gay?
And telling that soon I would be seeing you.
I thought…as I sat there under the shadow of the orange sky...
With sweet dismay the wind swayed my hair,
Assured me she’ll be back the next day,
To shower back all the love and care,
I wanted to say good bye but hey!
I still sat there under the shadow of the orange sky!
***
hope you liked it...
take care!
Monday, October 20, 2008
19...
Those were days when flavors of emotions floated around and never settled. Those were days when ‘yes’ was a ‘no’ and ‘no’ was a ‘yes’ yet every time they meant – ‘I don’t know!’ Unreasoned hatred, inexplicable jubilance and senseless soliloquizing - everything summed up to one plain, normal day. Days that I cherished, days that I am living, days I’d like to relive over and over again!
Dear Tia,
Teenage was the most luminous of years I’ve had!
I don’t say 19 is the bad guy (or should I say ‘gal?’) of all the numbers out there. I just don’t want to end my teenage, that’s it! What can I ever do? I’m 19 and it’s very unfortunate that you don’t have a ‘twenteen’!
But I also think 19 is that special number which celebrates my teen years that’s simply because…I don’t know why. I just think it is so, just my perception about the 19th year. (I know this is senseless but I usually am like this!)
I guess, the minutes to midnight of the 10th of May this time would be pretty tough to spend!
Take care!
Dear Tia,
Teenage was the most luminous of years I’ve had!
I don’t say 19 is the bad guy (or should I say ‘gal?’) of all the numbers out there. I just don’t want to end my teenage, that’s it! What can I ever do? I’m 19 and it’s very unfortunate that you don’t have a ‘twenteen’!
But I also think 19 is that special number which celebrates my teen years that’s simply because…I don’t know why. I just think it is so, just my perception about the 19th year. (I know this is senseless but I usually am like this!)
I guess, the minutes to midnight of the 10th of May this time would be pretty tough to spend!
Take care!
Saturday, October 18, 2008
YOC saturdays...
Dear Tia,
Saturday, last week, was a different day altogether. You know why? That’s because it was actually the first time that I acted upon a decision I had taken earlier. This might seem to be a very small thing when…uh…you just read the line off, vaguely. But the encounter was something else, really. You should only be me to know how celebrated it!
My first date with YOC’s turned out to be a blind date. There was a power cut 5 minutes after the session began. Later, it came up to a candle-light rendezvous and lights on, finally! We even had a background score to cheer things up!
YOC’s was fun, I mean, how often does one gets to hear the review of ‘review of a book?’ or how often is it that we are asked to speak and a bunch of strangers lend their ears, sincerely until you are done with your talk?
There are two sessions called minor and a major (interrupted by a brief break…the best part! Lols!!) The former is a 7 to 8 min long book review, where in, your talk is evaluated afterward. Major is the part where everyone gets to speak even the non-members. Ask me and I’ll rate it as the most anticipated part!
In the majors, a topic, ‘define terror,’ was thrown at us. Though I thought I messed up my talk beyond repairs, I was told I could grow up with YOC’s to be a real good orator!
I couldn’t help smiling.
It’s fun on Saturday evenings!
Take care!
Saturday, last week, was a different day altogether. You know why? That’s because it was actually the first time that I acted upon a decision I had taken earlier. This might seem to be a very small thing when…uh…you just read the line off, vaguely. But the encounter was something else, really. You should only be me to know how celebrated it!
My first date with YOC’s turned out to be a blind date. There was a power cut 5 minutes after the session began. Later, it came up to a candle-light rendezvous and lights on, finally! We even had a background score to cheer things up!
YOC’s was fun, I mean, how often does one gets to hear the review of ‘review of a book?’ or how often is it that we are asked to speak and a bunch of strangers lend their ears, sincerely until you are done with your talk?
There are two sessions called minor and a major (interrupted by a brief break…the best part! Lols!!) The former is a 7 to 8 min long book review, where in, your talk is evaluated afterward. Major is the part where everyone gets to speak even the non-members. Ask me and I’ll rate it as the most anticipated part!
In the majors, a topic, ‘define terror,’ was thrown at us. Though I thought I messed up my talk beyond repairs, I was told I could grow up with YOC’s to be a real good orator!
I couldn’t help smiling.
It’s fun on Saturday evenings!
Take care!
Monday, October 6, 2008
the new you!
Dear blog,
Firstly, sorry I did not address you all these days. I don’t know why I didn’t. I suppose, I did not realize I was telling you everything that I was thinking, doing, thinking of doing and all the other “-ing’s”. So, why am I addressing you now? Again, I don’t know - sorry again!
So, I am thinking of giving you a name today. I think I’ll call you...............Tia. (Tatada-taada-tatada-taada-tatada-taaa!!!) If you do not like it, just do not accept this write-up!
Now that I do know you do not hate it! (Muhuhahahha!) Let me tell you why I named you Tia. I was thinking of naming you Tian but later I thought you could be my virtual girlfriend by being Tia. Girlfriend, because I would like to share my mind with you and virtual, because let’s say…that’s because…uh… because I can’t…uh…erm…well… hold you. (Phew!)
Let me also give you your birthday date on this first rendezvous of ours. It’s not today or this year because I’d never want my girlfriend to be 19 years younger than me! So, Tia, your birthday would be on 11th of May and the year is 1989. I relate myself to everyone (or everything) born on that day and in that year.
Tia, I have something to tell you…I’d not want you to be too girly cos I really don’t like it. When I am penning down my mind into yours, I’d want you to be very much like me and I will, in return, promise you that I would never be very possessive or one of those bug-your-girlfriend types! That will do for the pledge-session I guess!
So, alright then! Let’s kick in and kick in hard babe!
Firstly, sorry I did not address you all these days. I don’t know why I didn’t. I suppose, I did not realize I was telling you everything that I was thinking, doing, thinking of doing and all the other “-ing’s”. So, why am I addressing you now? Again, I don’t know - sorry again!
So, I am thinking of giving you a name today. I think I’ll call you...............Tia. (Tatada-taada-tatada-taada-tatada-taaa!!!) If you do not like it, just do not accept this write-up!
Now that I do know you do not hate it! (Muhuhahahha!) Let me tell you why I named you Tia. I was thinking of naming you Tian but later I thought you could be my virtual girlfriend by being Tia. Girlfriend, because I would like to share my mind with you and virtual, because let’s say…that’s because…uh… because I can’t…uh…erm…well… hold you. (Phew!)
Let me also give you your birthday date on this first rendezvous of ours. It’s not today or this year because I’d never want my girlfriend to be 19 years younger than me! So, Tia, your birthday would be on 11th of May and the year is 1989. I relate myself to everyone (or everything) born on that day and in that year.
Tia, I have something to tell you…I’d not want you to be too girly cos I really don’t like it. When I am penning down my mind into yours, I’d want you to be very much like me and I will, in return, promise you that I would never be very possessive or one of those bug-your-girlfriend types! That will do for the pledge-session I guess!
So, alright then! Let’s kick in and kick in hard babe!
Thursday, September 25, 2008
sugar, spice and everything nice...
No, these are not those ingredients Professor Utonium throws in to make the perfect lil’ girls and if you think this is some chef’s top secret recipe to cook the ultimate dish which even the food-o-phobic people (I don’t care what they are called) can’t resist, you are wrong again.
Did you ever know that suffixes can make things really worse? No? Ask me, people. I almost slipped into a depression because of suffixes (No, I just made that up!).Let’s start off with a simple example- the word ‘suffer’. ‘Suffer’ may just mean ‘torment’ or ‘anguish’ (or whatever, depending on how rich your vocabulary is or how sadistic your thoughts are!). But this ‘-ing’ thing, when added as a suffix, changes the meaning (or rather, aggravates it). Yes, ‘suffering’ seems to be the continuation of the horror. I mean, ‘I burnt my hand’ is normal (at least compared to the next phrase). ‘I am burning my hand’ is what the fanatic part of it is!
Coming closer to the point now (It’s like I can almost read your thoughts), it might seem really nuts but I have been trying to write a song (oh common now, it’s not a crime for me to write a song) and it turned out to be more of crumbled papers than good lyrics. I have been trying everything (you know - sugar, spice n’ everything nice) and nothing seems to be working out! Then, what was all the mess about the ‘suffix’ thing up there? Now we are in the eye of the storm. Writing, I’ve found, has been way too easier for me than ‘writing a song’. I mean, ‘to write’ just something seems to be better than ‘to write a song’, didn’t you find the culprit?? (Wait! don’t roll your eyes just yet, I still haven’t hit the core!) If you thought‘-a song’ suffixed the phrase (brushing aside the rules of suffixes, for the time being) and that’s why things went wrong for me. NO! That’s not it! The suffix didn’t make spice out of sugar or the other way round. The suffix just put this voice in my head, the voice that told me- you can’t. This voice that was born at the very instant my eyes ran over the second part of the phrase. It deprived me of that ability in me that wasn’t even unwrapped yet! As I listened to it more, it seemed more and more right. I tried to undo this voice in my head, I thought of negating it by saying to myself "I can’t - can’t do it." It just wouldn’t listen and wouldn’t let go! It is like; it had already diffused into my thoughts no matter how immiscible I tried to make them. I guess, I am still listening to the silence that voice had created in my head. I know this would happen to every one of you out there at some juncture (even if you are not attempting to write a song) and would render you defenseless. Then, your only hope would be to…to give up (my friend gaf me this idea. After I really gave it some thought...it seemed ryt to me!) …I may sound crazy but that’s the best thing you can do. When you do so, you would also abandon the voice with it. It’s like turning off a television while watching a horror movie. Then, start all over again, only this time, you are upgraded and enhanced to fight back against what you know would happen to you! I know this seems to be a crazy write-up but let me tell you what- Hitler managed to give the whole world some real creeps with his Charlie Chaplin like mustache! Don't you see?? Crazy things always work out on this planet!
Did you ever know that suffixes can make things really worse? No? Ask me, people. I almost slipped into a depression because of suffixes (No, I just made that up!).Let’s start off with a simple example- the word ‘suffer’. ‘Suffer’ may just mean ‘torment’ or ‘anguish’ (or whatever, depending on how rich your vocabulary is or how sadistic your thoughts are!). But this ‘-ing’ thing, when added as a suffix, changes the meaning (or rather, aggravates it). Yes, ‘suffering’ seems to be the continuation of the horror. I mean, ‘I burnt my hand’ is normal (at least compared to the next phrase). ‘I am burning my hand’ is what the fanatic part of it is!
Coming closer to the point now (It’s like I can almost read your thoughts), it might seem really nuts but I have been trying to write a song (oh common now, it’s not a crime for me to write a song) and it turned out to be more of crumbled papers than good lyrics. I have been trying everything (you know - sugar, spice n’ everything nice) and nothing seems to be working out! Then, what was all the mess about the ‘suffix’ thing up there? Now we are in the eye of the storm. Writing, I’ve found, has been way too easier for me than ‘writing a song’. I mean, ‘to write’ just something seems to be better than ‘to write a song’, didn’t you find the culprit?? (Wait! don’t roll your eyes just yet, I still haven’t hit the core!) If you thought‘-a song’ suffixed the phrase (brushing aside the rules of suffixes, for the time being) and that’s why things went wrong for me. NO! That’s not it! The suffix didn’t make spice out of sugar or the other way round. The suffix just put this voice in my head, the voice that told me- you can’t. This voice that was born at the very instant my eyes ran over the second part of the phrase. It deprived me of that ability in me that wasn’t even unwrapped yet! As I listened to it more, it seemed more and more right. I tried to undo this voice in my head, I thought of negating it by saying to myself "I can’t - can’t do it." It just wouldn’t listen and wouldn’t let go! It is like; it had already diffused into my thoughts no matter how immiscible I tried to make them. I guess, I am still listening to the silence that voice had created in my head. I know this would happen to every one of you out there at some juncture (even if you are not attempting to write a song) and would render you defenseless. Then, your only hope would be to…to give up (my friend gaf me this idea. After I really gave it some thought...it seemed ryt to me!) …I may sound crazy but that’s the best thing you can do. When you do so, you would also abandon the voice with it. It’s like turning off a television while watching a horror movie. Then, start all over again, only this time, you are upgraded and enhanced to fight back against what you know would happen to you! I know this seems to be a crazy write-up but let me tell you what- Hitler managed to give the whole world some real creeps with his Charlie Chaplin like mustache! Don't you see?? Crazy things always work out on this planet!
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