Sunday

Waiting for You


I have one more hour to go
I don’t know what to do
The sun has set, the sky is blue
Oh baby I am waiting for you

I know you have been busy
Your thoughts make me dizzy
We gonna meet after 5 days
May be we could dance in the rains

The smileys you send me every time
My cheeks blush and my eyes shine
You in my life are a lucky chime
Would you tell me that you are mine?

- 06/06/2014





Friday

Look for the Signs

Well I hope it turns out I post it. It’s been a long time i have not posted in this blog. Well it does not mean that i have stopped writing or blogging, it’s just the blogs are so personal to share. I was having a walk along the roadways and its funny i was talking to myself. Many people do that and do not accept it. I know. Does not matter, I love talking to myself aloud. I am not ashamed of it. I am not crazy. It’s normal to talk to yourself. I was wondering how everyone is different from each other. In today’s world where people like to be fake so that they can impress each other and make others love them, I do the opposite. I don’t understand why I expose the vulnerability that does not even exist in in me. May be to get the true fact or its just happens I have no idea. In a world where people impress others, i make people hate me. It’s knowingly or unknowingly, idk, but  I repel people.

Sunday

Born to Die

(Diary of a teenager 0707)


You said it is the game of lights. I could not get it out of my mind. I was so fascinated by flickering rhythmic lights that they made a mirror to the happiness in my life. The red color in which we sat for hours talking and cuddling, I could fill the warmth of your body like the steam of a freshly brewed coffee; irresistible and I craved for more.

Thursday

We all are going to HELL!

From the diaries---

Today was a same day as every day. It’s just that I had to rush to station early because my uncle has to drop her wife to the airport. Oh well. I try to avoid locals as much as I can so I go daily to my office with uncle. It’s on his way so he drops me almost every day. So even if I need to get my ass off my bed in morning 7.30, which I normally do by 8 I managed somehow to do it. There I came to bus stop. Now this is the funny part. Every day I go to bus stop expecting to catch a bus like everybody else and save around 50 bucks daily but it seldom happens. I end up reserving a cab. Today I was standing at the bus stop waving my hand vertically- a gesture to halt cabs. There was standing a man, aged 60. He inquired me whether I am going to station. When I nodded he asked, ”Would you like to share a cab till station?” I was like cool, why not. Of course. No harm in being with an old person in the morning.

Sunday

Zindagi- Life.


Today radio played every song on the word mentioned above, zindagi meaning life.

  • Zindagi kaisi hai paheli haye
  • Zindagi ke safar me gujar jate hai
  • Zindagi pyaar ka geet hai isse har roz gana padega


Right now I could only recollect these three songs. There were one or two more.

I like to philosophise things. For me it’s all serendipity. Life gives you clues and hints to help you in making choices and taking decisions; you just have to be that smart enough to read these signals.

I had to do a lot of things before I die. The list is long and something or the other keeps on adding.

Monday

Random Stuff

Lovely date is today, 0707; the James bond date… Problem is with me that I have a lot to write on a lot of topics; they keep on pondering in my mind all the time but the moment I start to write I tend to forget and be as blank as a sky without stars.

It feels good, real good, when people say they missed you. You don’t know whether they did or not, you could never know, but the joy inside you, you know that  is real. It doesn’t matter whether it lasts for a couple of minutes or hours or days, it happens is what matters.

I have done things that I never thought I would ever do, although I wanted to do, but wasn’t sure I would have enough guts to pull myself from my walls that veiled me from the reality. I have done good things. I have done terrible things. The best part is I don’t have any regrets. I was shocked too.

Tuesday

You are not DEAD

You are kind of a broken star inside me
Burning and killing me when I am trying to live
The memories I cherished once is haunting me now
I wish you could come and save me, as you always did.

You are like twilight in the sky ready to bloom
Your thoughts are alive I wished you would have been too.
I can feel your breath, your presence around me
I wish we meet upfront, so that I could see.

Monday

"Psychic-Powers"


Is there anything called 'psychic' exists? I am very fond of people who fall under this category. And surprisingly once in my lifetime I felt that power within me. I felt out of the world; as if I found inner peace and attained a level of spirituality that a normal human would fail to reach. I was powerful and the feeling scared the hell out of me. I thought I was God. I don’t know who God is. I don’t know how it happened and why it happened. I was scared, really scared.  Gradually I believed these powers are a curse to me for any act of a sin I did may be some day. I could have utilized it but I did not want it. I wanted to be normal. May be it was not a power but some mere stupid coincidence happenings that led me to believe so.

Tuesday

A Loner



He was a loner, scared to trust another soul. He has been loved, hated, trusted, heart-broken, ditched, played, mocked. He found pain in love. His mother’s love was poisoned, brother’s love was bitter, father’s love was green, sister’s love was lost and friends’ love was a show. He was not sure whom to talk and what to talk. His lips were dried of words. He never smiled but laughed at everything in life. He did not know how to cry because he never got a shoulder to lean. He could not understand the difference between sympathy and empathy.

He was vulnerable inside but strong to the world. He showed nothing could affect him and no one could hurt him anymore. Even though everything mattered to him, he showed he did not give a damn. He learned to love himself more than anything exists in this beautiful earth. In the process he had not realized the people who cared for him.

If I weren’t BEAUTIFUL?

I have seen the world,
hot air of may
The walks we used to take
along the shore.

Would you have loved me if;
If I were not beautiful?

Thursday

Menstruation- OMG what did you just say?


Yesterday I was having a small talk with one of my roommates. Girls gossip you know! She is the one who has recently got married and obviously dying to stay with her husband. Her husband lives in Chennai and she is stuck in Mumbai for the job. And I appreciate the fact that she is working after marriage. It’s not that common in Indian society to continue your job after marriage when your husband is at different part of the country. Here the girl has to adjust. Hence forth, she tried her level best to make herself transfer to Chennai which she succeeded eventually. So now the whole anxiety thing prevails as to when the date of transfer will come and she would be with her husband.

Sunday

Bitter PAST



A friend of mine suddenly asked me that why do I write such post and blogs? Do you know it gives a negative impact, he said. Really? I never thought so. You most of the times rant about how you were wronged or you complain to the society. So? I wasn’t scared of what people might think of me. And I have full right to rant or complain or blabber or simply write. You don't like don't read. Yes I am rude. But rudeness come with boldness.

Friday

11 things that made me feel Better!

It feels good when some of the unexpected things happen; like
  1. A person you just met once remembers your name when you thought he might have forgotten.
  2. When you want the person you like or have crush on, to wish you on your bday but you know he would never remember and surprisingly he wishes you first.
  3. When after a fight with your boy friend you get an ice cream cone or chocolate bar even if you aren’t talking to each other.
  4. A surprise visit of your dad living miles away from you.
  5. Your crush texts you when he is drunk saying you are the one he wants to talk to.
  6. Your roommate cooks a meal for you when she knows you don’t eat the dish prepared in the hostel kitchen.
  7. You get a cute little gift from someone who went for vacation.
  8. A hug from your sister when you cry like a baby.
  9. A friend who makes you feel worthy when you feel like a loser.
  10. A smile, genuine smile from a person in the street.
  11. Someone out of blue unknowingly helped you out in taking a decision.

Ps- you can always add more.


Ache inside my HEART

I had to meet you, tell you how amazing you are
I would come up to you, crossing the borders        
See you smile after we are apart
Somebody should have warned me
About the ache, that’s inside my heart.

Last wave I needed, from you
When you were leaving the country
And me alone, with the stars
That we used to gaze on the roof
Cuddling in each other’s arms.

I know it’s difficult, I’ve to pull up 
Myself from this never healing wound.
I wanna go back to the start!
But I wish good luck, fly up so high
No one could touch and cause harm.

It’s sad that we ended up like this
Situations tore us apart.
Somebody should have warned me
About the ache, that’s inside my heart.
I had no idea this would be so hard!


Wednesday

Hormones, Stupid Hormones


These hormones play a crucial part  in ones well being. These are not in control of oneself. You never know how they might surprise/angry/sad/excite you.

I fear the hormones. You would have no idea how they can  play you. Sometimes you do not want to show your desire for a person you like or get attracted to or have a crush on, but you cant escape from the clutches of hormones. You find it impossible to over power it. The ones responsible to make you sad or the endorphins that make you feel good, sometimes you can't control them and you are bound to show their symptons.

How much you try, if they act strong; a tear will roll down your cheeks doesn’t matter how much you control or a smile would stretch to both sides of ear no matter you try to hide the laugh inside. And most importantly the sexual desire. For a boy its really awkward when he gets a boner by just thinking about the one he is sexually attracted to in a place-not suppose to, like any public place or church(#confession of a teenager)You might think- in church! whoa, that's sick. I know it is weird but you can't help it when you are so much deeply in sexual love (lust is a derogatory term so I would not use that) with someone. Same happens for a girl. They take time but once a girl is aroused, it's like her body is over flowing with energies and she needs to invest it in something to attain equilibrium.

The oxytocins, prolactins, endorphins, estrogens, dopamines and many more to deal with; meh! stupid hormones, their names even doesn't make sense. I am not a bio student so I am not good at names or their functions nor I believe in to google about it and post in my blog. Yeah, one thing I am sure of is at the end of the day it's not in your hands. Just pray they(hormones) don't make you that predictable.


The QUOTA

Just got a call from my sister. She was mad, like real mad. She wants to get into fashion but you know the traditional orthodox parents of mine want her to get into a career with less risks like for example doctor. She is least interested in it I can tell but she has been groomed in such a way, she has accepted that she too wants to become a doctor. Not a new thing; most of the children in India do that- believing and accepting to do what their parents want to do and forget what their inner self strives for.

She is a very talented person. She writes, paints, designs and what not. She is confused what to do next and that is ok as every child at her age is in that phase. She wants to write a novel, she wants to become a fashion designer, she wants to be a painter and she wants to be a doctor too! That’s crazy I know but the environment has molded her wants that she could not distinguish between hers  and others desire of her future. Hence she forcibly made her parents wish as her duty to fulfill.

Well this was supposed to be about the call and not what happens in typical Indian families. Hehe. So I got a call from her in the morning. It was unusual because we don’t talk much. Its not that we aint close, we discuss more than what sisters do. It’s just I am not that a talking person. I believe in talking when it's really needed to discussed. Gone are those days where I talked for hours in vain.

She called me cause she was upset. I was happy that she called me. Anybody would have been. We all know that if somebody is calling when he is upset then the person to whom the call goes is very close.  So why was she upset? The reason is funny and grave at the same time. As I already said she wanted to step into the fashion world so I advised her to fill the form of NIFT. She did. She appeared for the exam too. She dint get into. She was sad. But my parents were successful in proving that this was not something she wanted to be in her life so instead of being sad start preparing vigorously for MBBS.

She wasn’t upset today that she dint get into. She was upset because a friend of her securing six marks less got the admission. She was shocked and surprised and angry. This is not fair. We all would agree. She could not be less happy for her friend but I could feel the frustration in her voice. She was mad, mad at the government and its stupid policies and reservations. When you are treating every individual equal then why the reservations?

people deserving seats were left and the ones with less qualification/merit gets the spot.
Our family did not believe in caste system hence we don’t have our surnames suffixed to our names. You have no idea what we have gone through because of our names, officially and unofficially! We get different response like, some make fun, some get surprised, some praise, some laugh at, some doubt, some judge and the list goes on…

We are Brahmins and we are paying heavily for that. I am talking in the context of reservation of seats, may it be parliament, government jobs, school and college seats competitions etc. Any person who falls in the general category could relate. Neither I am against any particular caste nor I am in favor of any caste, its just if government wants to treat every one as equal it should do so. Can't the government see that by reserving seats the less qualified ones takes the place of those who actually deserved it.

Tuesday

Let Me Be Free

He is sick of the world: sick of the people who are living a lie every second. He has a great life; he is handsome, has a five figure salary, a beautiful girl who loves him, great friends, understanding family. But he is not at peace. He is loved and respected. He is satisfied on the upper skin and weary inside. He wanted to be with the one he loved. But the orthodox society did not allow that.

He did not love the girl of his life. He loved his best friend. He was sick of pretending to be happy when he is not. He does not want to live a lie. He wants to be free. He is smart. Yet he is standing on the brink of a cliff; wondering what his mistake was. Why the world can’t accept him the way he is. What is wrong if he loves his best friend? What is wrong if he loves a guy?

He is gay. He has not chosen this life. It was born with him. It was not his decision to be like that. Why normal people see him with disrespect? Why the ones who feel attracted to the opposite sex are considered normal? I am a human too, he thought, I am not disobeying any law. In other part of world his love was in the same situation too. He might also be standing somewhere on the mountain edge ready to take one more leap and end the life of contempt.

May be a single step further would let him be free.
A jump will break the shackles of misery.


Monday

Bad,What is BAD?



Every day, a lot of questions spring on my mind. Many whys and why nots play around.
"Why People get attracted to the bad"- is one of them. Or i can frame it like- why i am attracted to the bad (too). What is so called 'bad'? Who defines it? What does that mean? Is it justifiable to categorize something good or bad?

We live a normal life. We sleep, wake up, eat, work, communicate then sleep. Also do a lot of other things, what a normal person does. But things become different when we push our limits. If someone's act crosses the limit then he has done something bad. May be in a way that is true. But life is worth full when we play at our very limits. It is risky and fun.The boundaries are delicate and beautifully designed. you have to push the limits carefully not crossing the boundaries.

This is not easy to do. And hence those who manage to do it become bad and those who want to do it get attracted to them. It's a simple magnet that draws for the fun missed. 

Thursday

Be HONEST, It’s Fun.


I was living a lie, afraid to show to the world the real me. I was afraid what if I would not be accepted as I am in this society. So I always carried pretense so that I can project a good person who would be loved by all. And it worked. But then I realized it is on false impression. I had no idea what I was doing. I had no idea what is good! Because for every person the definition of ‘good’ changes and henceforth I got to learn one cannot live a life impressing others. Even if you are flawless they would dig you and find a matter to scorn you or mock at you. They are always ready with an excuse to prove how much wrong you are.

I was tired of the society and its false impressions! I could not tell the exact incident or date when I slowly began to be honest to the harsh world. Though I was always honest to myself and my close ones which would include my good buddies and family. But then I began to be honest to whomsoever I talk to. The funny part is even if I am completely honest they find it hard to believe; not because they don’t trust the story but because they know no one can be so honest to brutally expose oneself.

I learned a lot. Being an open book I made people leave my side because they could not get their idle friend in me. Normally people do not accept the ‘wrong’ things one does, which I clearly did! But the one who understood were at my side forever. I got to know who my real friends are and how supportive one’s family can be. I wondered why I tried so hard to impress others when I was a kid. Then I realized I was a kid. Now I am not. I know how much to be frank with someone.

Nobody is honest anymore and people are afraid of it (like I was). Try to be honest and get the response of the world. It’s fun!



Wednesday

The Girl Next Door

People call her rough/ugly/tom boy! It’s not that she isn't comfortable in her skin, she wears shorts and minis but loose shirts/tees, folded sleeves, torn out jeans, and sport shoes would describe her better. She prefers back pack to ladies hand bag, leather band to bangles, watches to bracelets, pants to skirts, sneakers to high heels. She is not a show.

She talks more but unfolds less. She is enigmatic and charming. With no makeup on and her hair tied to a single knot she would go to places and explore world.

She has been hurt enough to be strong to withstand the storm of lies, mockery, betrayals and other evil emotions that exists in the world. She is a girl full of energy and life.

She is straight forward. She is shy but would crush you to pieces if you hurt her self esteem. She has cared enough for the world. Now

She cares for herself and the ones she adore.
She is none other than the girl next door.