You and I were holding hands. As pleasant as life could be. Burst of colours and sounds. Sweet smell filled the air with a certain cheer. And you looked at me and smiled.

A small boy came tagging along. With a small paper bird in his hand. Green and red. Just five rupees didi. Innocence in its purest form. I held my hand out with a shiny coin on my palm. His eyes lit up. The bird was mine and the joy his. And then he ran to his mom standing at the other end of what seemed a euphoric world.

Bangles. Linen. Sizzle of a chaat shop. But you stop for a cutting, and buy me one. I smile at you. And you touch my cheek. I try to hide my blush behind my chaai. But you know it too well.

You take my hand again and began the mad walk. A chaotic, busy rush like a trail of a child’s mind. Cryptic and twisted. Full of sights and pleasures and faces. But I just follow yours.

Someone taps on my shoulder then. And I look around. And find no one. A frown crosses my face. And I search though the sea of faces to find the one who needed me. But in vain.

And then I turn around. And you were gone.

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Story of a moment

Posted: February 25, 2011 in musings, poem, Uncategorized
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The empty street is a blink,
reminds me of a thing or two,
about us.

What thing?
parallel thoughts run in my head
buzz abuzz
Bees, grease, shadow of a ghost.

Come here,
give me a hug,
maybe a kiss or two
And we will be good.

Ctrl + Alt + Del

Posted: December 17, 2010 in blah, random

So I have decided that I am putting this shit to an end. Feelings I mean. The ones that I adored at one point of time.

And so I have decided to go numb. Once again.

And offcourse, I go under hibernation.

Dear Love,

Posted: December 13, 2010 in love, madness

And I’d give up forever to touch you
Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You’re the closest to heaven that I’ll ever be
And I don’t want to go home right now

Love,

Love!

I was walking towards my office this morning when, hell late. Well, that’s a usual. There is this ground that I pass that is usually full of garbage or muddy water or some jocks trying to be cool. I usually ignore the site cuz I am always so goddamn late.
And so I intended today. But well, when I got near the ground I heard these PT drums beating and god it reminded me of school. These little girls were bored as hell trying exercise on the beats. And it reminded me of school so bad it wasn’t even funny. I was in my school marching team for 4 years and we had some 5 events every year that fired off with marching bands. We used to practice some 3 hours every day, come rain or shine. Boy, I used to hate it. I particularly remember this time when I was about to faint and this goddamn teacher thought I was faking it. That killed me. It really did. I was ready to slap him. Only, I didn’t. I’m a chicken when it comes to going against teachers. Don’t know why. Anyways, I hated being in the marching team. It’s so useless. And I particularly hated being the flag bearer. I mean it’s not enough to just march on the crumby beats, you for Christ sake had to lead the team.
The entire school hated the marching team. They never saw the point of it. Neither did I. We were always making a fool of ourselves. Bumping into each other all the time. But no matter how much I hated it, when the team opened the goddamn sports day or any damn event, it was swell. Especially when you lead the team to the senior cabin and dip the school flag, the entire staff – including the phony principal and directors, salute you with this ultra proud face. It’s grand, believe me. It really is.
So the entire way to the office I was remembering how grand it all was. I damn near had tears in my eyes. I know it sounds stupid. But I did. Nostalgia can ruin you. Like it ruined my morning.

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If you guys are wondering why the fuck do I sound the way I am sounding, well, sorry to knock off your socks! I am reading ‘The Catcher in the Rye’ by J.D Salinger these days (I know I am a little late in my age to read the book but then it’s all good 😛 ) and its playing nasty games with my head. It really is. I didn’t admit it until this morning when I was actually thinking just like the narrative in the book. Its soo freaky! It had (I swear to god) never happened to me before!
I am still a little disturbed. And I have my goddanm reasons.

Random laughter day

Posted: December 7, 2010 in Uncategorized

So, its one of those days that I find everything funny. Like:
How crappy my job is.
I have an annoying headache.
I have this very ghati song stuck n my head.
I miss my best friend.
I miss winters.
Bombay is getting chilly. (HAHAHAHA)
I have some work to do but i am procrastinating. (Story of my life)
No one reads my blog.
No one likes my Facebook updates.
My shoe was biting me. (HAHAHA..can you picture it?)
This fucking post is soo random.

I was talking to THIS person and he said its almost one of my traits. This, random-laughter-all-day-long-scenes.

*sigh*

Like all good things.

Posted: November 1, 2010 in blah, rant
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So as it turns out, this too came to an end.
And I really feel like a psychotic fuck.
The mad women in love turned out to be mad women alright. But the love part *ahem*
Should I feel angry? or sad? or mad? or frustrated? or heart broken? or lonely? or depressed? or free? or liberated? or hate? or love?
The funny part is, I feel it all. HAHA. The joke is on me.
Fuck you bastard. You are gonna be alright. Well, din’t you see it coming? haha. Fool. …and so my mind trips on me, calling me names, embracing me, scolding me. Its like my mind is another person.
Well yes, now you know i really am psychotic.

Did you see it coming?