Just that...

Just that…

Well, not that she dint miss him so, just that she was a little too caught up with something to do....
And not that he didn’t miss her too, just that he thought she’ll call him up as everyday she used to...

hmmmm...
Not that she was caught up the next day too, just that she thought why he did not call last night when, for once, she couldn’t manage to
And not that he didn’t worry if she wasn’t keeping good, just that he remembered she was sounding sleepy the last time they had talked too

mmmm....
Not that the next day her mood was any better, just that she could think of many reasons why he wouldn’t miss her
And not that he didn’t worry again if she was low n dim, just that he thought why ... would she still like him

mmm...
Not that the next day she hadn’t decided, if he still didn’t call, then he’s just had it..
And not that he hadn’t almost dialed her phone, when he realised he was crying n his voice was gone

mm...
Not that the next day she didn’t cry, just that she thought he had found someone with finer eyes..
And not that his tears had already grown old, just that his friends’ questions made him go cold

m...
Not that the next day she didn’t dream of him, just that she thought he was happy ,n that she should pose proper n prim
And not that he wanted to flash a smile at that other girl, just that he thought if she was happy why should he sulk...

Yu

The breeze, the breeze, the flowing breeze
My hair, the tresses, wen yu caress these

Thy eyes, those eyes, wen they luk at me
I smile, I smile, I smile with glee

I blush, I smile… I draw closer I hide
Am pink, I blink and I grow rose pink

Yu pull me, yu pull me
Yu hold me tight

My face I know not
But thy face is a delight

Those eyes, teasing eyes
And that crooked smile

That knows who did the trick
And takes pride…

That gaze, that gaze, that piercing gaze
That dwells into me and a story it says

I jump, I sink, I fly, I hide
For your unsaid words… they make me smile

I hide yu seek
And then yu smile

I hide again in your arms
And yu cherish the while

We walk, we walk, and we both hide
For none should read the story that hides in our eyes….

FARE WELL !!

Me standing in the corridor, me bidding seniors adieu…
Me regretting school life, me feeling really blue.

Me asking one senior why he feels sad??
He tells me he’ll miss school life, and me turns mad.

Me doesn’t like school, me hates uniform.
Me doesn’t like homework, me doesn’t understand school norm.

Me can’t stand teachers who shout and shout,
Me can’t stand discipline day in and day out.

Me studies, me sulks, me finishes my class twelve;
Me passes, me dances, no school I-card on my shelf.

Me has my farewell function, and me dresses like a queen,
But, me spoils my make-up, for that tear runs down unseen.

Me remembers those pranks, me recalls those scolding glances;
Me searches happily inside the school compound, whenever by that side me passes.

Me chuckles, and me gives a loud laugh, when that innocent junior asks me why me feels sad…
Me answers, and me proudly says me is going to miss school life, my lad!!

Envy not those who shall win
But won't have another soul to cherish it with...

Celebrate those who shall fight till the end
And shall have someone to kiss away the tears...

Envy not those who say big, beautiful words
But shall not know the meanings they convey...

Celebrate those who shall say little nothings
But shall know of what beauty they create...

Envy not those who shall drink out of silver and gold
But shall not know the taste of wine new, from wine old...

Celebrate those who shall drink out of their hand
But shall know of the time that goes in making the wine cold...

honey"I'm home"

The voice on the phone...
"honey, I'm home"

Look out the window...
"honey, you don't show"

Run down the stairs...
"Let me find you sweet eclairs"

Pull open the door...
"Not here, okay, I'm not searching anymore"

Close the door, but don't latch it at all...
"okay honey, you can step in now; I promise I won't hear your footfall"

Don't worry, he didn't see you blush...
"Honey, where are you now, I'm in a rush"

Put yourself down hard on the couch...
"huh!! Play by yourself honey, I'm not looking for you now"

Did you just feel that touch on the shoulder?? Hmmm... turn stealthily around...
"Honey, where are you, lets not play lost an found"

Pretend you are not bothered, and make your eyeballs do a full circle...
"Honey, I'm thirsty, If you are hiding near the fridge, please do run away quicker"

Don't look so elated, slyly check the kitchen...
"Not even near the fridge, nor your lunch box, honey... Not Done!!"

okay!! Now you are angry, go pick up the receiver...
"Honey, you've had it, as if I have no other work!!"

Your eyes full wide, and be ready to shout...
"Will you pick up the phone now you honey IDIOT??"

Don't look frightened now, thats ok if you scream...
"o honey... you, from where did you appear"

You are happy in his arms, but don't blush atleast...
"I'm not kidding honey, had you played more, I wouldn't have talked to you for a week."

Show him you are angry, please, please don't blush...
"Honey, I don't love you; you trouble me too much"

;)

I love you... You love me...

I love you, you love me…
Take this gift and don’t ask why…

I love you, you love me.
Get me a gift and don’t ask why.

I love you, you love me…
Take me along and don’t ask why…

I love you, you love me.
Follow me along and don’t ask why.

I love you, you love me…
Let me help and don’t ask why…

I love you, you love me.
Help me now and don’t ask why.

I love you, you love me…
Have all that is mine and don’t ask why…

I love you, you love me.
Empty your wallet and don’t ask why.

I love you, you love me…
Give me a piece of you and don’t ask why…

I love you, you love me.
Become a piece of me and don’t ask why.

I love you, you love me…
Hold me tight and don’t ask why…

I love you, you love me.
Hold your tongue and don’t ask why.

I love you, you love me…
Give me an inch of space around you and don’t ask why…

I love you, you love me.
Give me my space and don’t ask why.

I love you, I so love you…
Love me a bit and don’t ask why…

I love you I think.
Love me ample and don’t ask why.

On probe

hi... so here i am...
I have been tagged by Rajan... and therefore now am gonna write this here(for you get killed for not following up on this, as said by Rajan Gupta 'the great Dracula!!')....
So here it goes... errr... a list of confessions, is it??

ok.. first let me tell you this is not going to follow any order, for I am extremely good at forgetting things as they say...

1. to start with,in class 9, I was scared of this guy in my school, serious looks, and he was the head boy at that time... and guess the name-the very same Rajan Gupta...
oops... and no other senior has ever managed to scare me off.

2. so, what else... when i was small, as in very very small, I always wanted to be a teacher, for it was fun checking notebooks, and putting amazing red ticks and crosses, but as I grew up... I more or less, lost a vision of what I wanted to become, and it became more about what I wanted to do.
So, that how I took commerce in plus 2, cos I didnt want science; and then I came into textile design, cos I no more wanted to do commerce as well....

3. My close buddies identify me as someone as a great affinity for mischief, though my teachers, and even most of other people who know me find me no nonsense serious kind of a person.. ;))

4. Most of my theory classes are spent dozing off... sleeping away to glory.

5. I used to be the academic topper in almost all the classes(except 9th and 11th) in my school life... and same goes for college.

6. I had an interest in painting and sketching, and I was the best in drawing and stuff, in my school art classes, but here in college, the first sketching class was an eye opener, and I realised, I don't even know the 'S' of SKETCHING, and wouldn't ever know in my life, I guess!!

7. I would love to learn a lot of new languages, like French.
Two languages- French and Urdu spell romance for me.

8. Once in class 11, our economics teacher found a lizard in her table drawer, and nobody took responsibility for the great feat, so all the guys of the class, and me, and another girl Poorva had to spend the day standing outside the Principal's cabin.

9. Talking about the glorious frisking of bags, and lunch boxes for mobiles and diwali crackers by the Prefectorial Board(I was the head girl),we once ended up having all the chocolates we found inside a dear friend's bag(and I wouldn't dare to mention her name.

10. My all time ideal- my DAD, and also the only person, whose decision I would trust more than mine.

11. My dad used to have a collection of old stamps, and coins that he'd collected over the years from different places, and I managed to lose both of them.

12. I write poems and short prose, and all that I write is actually a piece of me, which I realise only after its written completely. ;)

13. After joining college here in Bangalore, I used to force dad to get me only Sahara airlines' tickets to fly back home, for the handsome stewards they used to have, but now to no Sahara :(

14. When I was in class 1 or so, we were playing hide and seek or something in the school, and this guy's head, it got hurt bad with the broken glass window, and I happened to be the one who had pushed him(not realising the glass piece,ofcourse), and, so I had to cry and cry and I pretended that even I was hurt and couln't even open one of my eyes, for fear of the scolding.

15. I love dancing, but I am such a jerk at it! I never took dance classes for the fear of dance sir, who used to beat the students black and blue(!!). And the only time I danced on the stage was for a group dance competition, where we won the third prize, and it was also the only time I got a slap on my face in my entire school life. And what a thrash it was!!

okay... now that'll be all for now I guess...
and after this I would like to tag a friend, Achint Randhava....to carry on
http://www.arcane-thoughts.blogspot.com

My Blunder MoodBoard

Now this is my blunder mood board. As goes the wise man's saying "the number of reactions that come from the public on looking at an image/'item intended to provoke thought'is directly proportional to the success of the creation".... But alas!!
my macho Enfield guy failed to give the audience 'the desired adrenalin rush'; and ended up becoming the mad stuntman, after a silly girl, who gets to have those worthless giggles...

But anyways, I like this man. After all, I got him out of his picture to kiss the girl.. ;)

Wuthering Heights!!

ahem ahem.... imagine
in the middle of the play suddenly this girl freaks out, obviously the poor actor was bound to go berserk. I mean whats his fault in that. He acted nice, knew his lines well, and whats more to it; audience could actually relate to the poor character he was playing.
"Cathy... No you said you weren't engaged for the evening, then why? why do you say you expect Linton to wait on you at this hour? Linton of all the people; Do you even realize the time you used to spend with me is all given to that beast of a fellow???

WHY CATHY???? WHYYY"

and all that anguish, that expression, twitching lips, unmoving eyeballs, that all send down a chill down your spine.
Then suddenly the character bursts out laughing... Heathcliffe laughs suddenly on the stage, laughs, and then is way to embarrassed too even apologise, and makes an unceremonial exit from the stage. And all because the poor actor was playing his part well.

With anguish in his eyes, and perfectly mastered, controlled expression, he was sitting on the chair right at the edge of the stage. With fury in his eyes, he was looking into the eyes of the audience, sending across Heathcliffe's feelings to their hearts. But for this one girl who sat in the front row, who looked into his eyes, he stared, she stared, she laughed, and she laughed, and he blinked, and then he burst out laughing.

Then suddenly he stoppeed laughing and ran off the stage, for you know more than I do, had he stayed there, he was in for fury from the audience. But then, running was no good option either.

And then...
then what he was reprimanded, thrown on the stage again
Ofcourse after,
"WE ARE VERY SORRY FOR THE INCONVENIENCE,AND THE PLAY SHALL SOON BE RESUMED"

He came back, and he acted nice. I already told you he was a good actor, and we shall not change our opinion on that.
And, then the play ended. Nice response, audience were happy, but we shall not even talk about that.

We'll fisrt move out of the hall. Its getting crowded here with people trying to make their way through the narrow gates. If you'd rather come with me, I ll take you to see another play, for fishy things seldom escape my eyes. See, here goes the first row laughing lass, and she's still laughing looking at our Mr. Heathcliffe. And, Heathcliffe's reaction I cannot quite fathom.

Awww.... and now she stopped laughing, and now I am going to laugh my kidneys out, for I cannot stand watching two people seeing each other like thatt...!!!!
Lets get out of here. No, you come along.
No more peek-a-boo.... Nooo.... No another Wuthering Heights for the day folks!!!
We don't like love stories.

Tasty food!!!! :P

Who doesn't want tasty food, and that too when it comes totally free? But,that still doesn't mean that weddings of strangers should be your favorite targets. Rather, if you take my words, that should be the last resort, after you have exhausted all options of dragging friends to give you treats for big and small things like them being thrown out of the class or for being ditched by their onety first girlfriend, and so on and so forth.

But, there are some exceptions, like when strangers themselves invite you to their weddings, or their sister's wedding, or even for their wife's or husband's wedding for that matter.
Same thing happened when me and my friend Shirley, 'the girly' went for a wedding at the 'Garden of Edding', and had a 'Chocolate cake' and a 'Strawberry milkshake'.

The day was fine..
like when the sun would shine..
the mood was good...
and jobless we stood...

then rang Shirley's phone
and brigher grew her tone...
she announced that it was Rohan's sis...
who was getting married, and the occasion we mustn't miss...

and so I agreed, for Rohan was a mystery...
of Shirley's favorite schooltime history...
and so it was decided that we must go...
dress up and make up, and all that ado...

Then came the day, and we sat there...
in the wedding hall, where I gave Rohan mouth-open stare...
"Dosen't Rohan look a little too old to be our age..."
Oh yes... He's a decade older to us, our age?? Who says??"

"Pardon me lady... wasn't he in your class...??
the guy you talked about, the one with the funny ass???"
"No baby no... This aint that Rohan
This is another friend of mine, and this one's more fun."

"What the hell..??!! I am attending Rohan's sister wedding
And who's this Rohan, Ihaven't an idea worth a shilling....!!"
"That's ok babes, and I am sorry, maybe because of the haste!!...
the food's worth the confusion, now since we are here let us atleast taste!! !! !!

People I tell you, they come in different shapes, sizes, and configurations. But the basic difference lies all in the wiring, sockets, and circuits. Some have their circuits acting more cranky than the others; while some others have problems in their sockets; the plug just dosen't fit in- however hard you try. There are still others with major problems in wiring. You understand, right? Problems with wiring as in the positive, negative and the neutral wires; and the entangling, and sometimes the direct contact of the positive with the negative, and then the sparks and the crackers and the celebrations.

Let us assume that its your birthday, and bearing in the mind the fact that you are such a generous gem of a person, you throw a big big party inviting all the people around. All the people as in all the people irrespective of their problems of wiring and short circuits.
You play a good host, and everyone gets an amazingly huge serving of ice cream to it; and that too, to each his own flavour. Yummy, simply delicious, and that too with some dripping hot chocolate sauce and a cherry on the top.
Ahem.. Ahem.., now what do I say; well, just that I want to be invited to your birthday party too.... Hmmmmm
We better get back to the point now. You go around serving ice cream to people, and they all give you their biggest sweetest of smiles, and obviously, you nicely reciprocate all the gestures. And then, not that you are boasting of your nice hospitable nature, but still you do go around talking to people and ensuring they are having fun.
There are people laughing away enjoying every bit of the ice and the cream, before it melts away. There are people licking and biting and smiling and singing, there are people who are eating very very slowly lest they should finish it very quickly; and these are the ones who ask you if they can get another one once they are done with the first serving. You assure them that they can have as much as they want, and they thank you and enjoy their creamy treat. But, their are still others, who are having one bite very very slow lest they should finish it soon, and the very next bite very very quickly lest any bit of it should fall down. These are the ones who are asking their friends "what if the cherry falls down", "what if the ice cream melts before i can finish it", "what if others enjoy and have their face full smeared with the cream", "what if my face is all smeared with cream and others all look squeaky clean", what if I want to have another ice cream after this"; and on hearing this last "what if", you suddenly spring into action knowing that there's someway atleast you can make them happy, and you immediately tell them they can have another full ice cream; but then they'll ask you "what if all the others are eating more quickly than us", and "what if each one has already had a second serve before we are done, and there's none left for us", ant there you stand without an answer, but then you tell them if that is the case, you'll go run, and buy them another big bowl of ice cream, and then they are suddenly not sure if they should be happy, or there's still something left to worry about.

They think and you think...... thinking about...

(To be continued...)

With love... to my fellow Indians....

We Indians have our way of making into news and things of more sensational nature. And why not? We are a nation of poor people and we are proud to be poor; we are a nation of communal dischord, and we are proud of it; we are a state of education deprived youth, and we are proud to be learning from life, rather than learning in life!!

We are poor, we live in slums, but we aren't poorer than our next door neighbour. We got more assets than him, and we make sure to let him know that he's floating on thinner, much thinner ice than us. And when Danne Boyle comes and insists that he should make a movie on us; on us poor, famished, barely living, but... still living beings, we immediately tell him that he shouldn't underestimate us. If he finds our neighbour poor, we are still poorer; if he finds a superstition ghastly and inhuman, we have another one of a more gory nature that'll make him pukish to his utter insides.

If a firang asks us if it really was true that girl child was killed soon after she was born; we tell him that' first of all, its not that we used to kill the girl child, we still do it at times; and then it's not that we kill our girl child after she's born, sometimes we do it even before she's born; and at other times, of course, if we let her be born, we can always make her live a life as if she were dead always. And, if the interviewer is still not content, or has got any courage left to take more, we can even tell him how we go about killing the girl child, exact particulars, tools, implements, precautions and things. After all, its about a book being written, or a movie being made, and why should we hide our achievements, when we have collected them over the ages, and nursed through the centuries.
And its not my or your colleague who's asking; that he'll go and tell around to his kins, polluting our name. This is a matter of international consequence and no facts, figures, pictures or details should be missed, lest we should fail to get the highest rank in the International Hall Of Shame, which has got the highest acclaim amongst all the organizations of such order.

Is the Indian system always like that?
No mam, definitely not. Sometimes, its even more slow and screwed up.

Do these rikshaw drivers always demand such high sums for small distances?
No sir, its just that they are more prone to show how ill-bred they are in front of people as refined as you.

Where can I go and submit the papers for a Visa extension?
Right here sir; Please attach a five hundred rupee note each, above and below your papers.

Why do you have such a big queue for everything?
Where is the queue mam, get aside Bob. Can't you see mam waiting here.... you moron you blah ... you blah blah... beep beep... (and no offence taken.)!!

I would like to travel by your popular transport. Is it the local bus?
No mam, local bus is for local people mam, those who do not have the etiquette to travel by finer means of transport. Definitely not for you mam.

But then, its not like we always have Americans and Europeans swarming over us to write books and make movies. In times like these, it becomes very difficult to give justice to our extraordinary abilities of self shame. But then we are practised and well versed, and we resort to publicity techniques like different celebrations.
Like, when the entire world celebrates Valentines Day and basks in the warmth of love; we go a step further, and declare that we come out on the streets and conduct marriage ceremonies for all Indian couples celebrating Valentines; for, we must show the world that if they got love, we got more love; if they celebrate togetherness, we celebrate matrimony, forced or enforced!!
And then inadvertently, we make it to the news... first page, headlines... LIGHTS!! CAMERA!! ACTION!!
Proud to be INDIAN!!

The last thing you should do when you are watching a theatre performance is doze off; and more so when you are watching theatre for the first time, and when you have told your friends that you are more than interested in watching theatre atleast once, and when the same very friends are sitting next to you,and when there's a probability that the moment you doze off, you are going to be laughed at for the next two days or three or maybe four days atleast.

Assuming that the play is very very boring,(which most of the times is not the case though), there are tactics that you should employ to keep yourself awake...
Ahem... ahem...but these tactics come after you have exhausted the options of having coffee and popcorn, and yeah.. even throwing popcorns at people.

So option 1, a good idea would be to look to your right side, where your friends are sitting, catch them yawning(make them yawn if you cant catch them yawning, otherwise)and scream with surprise and sarcasm, "someone prefers to sleep in air conditioned theatres and halls... huh!!" And this should leave them embarrassed enough to not even look at you throughout the rest of the performance, for they are gonna be busy adjusting their eyes to the widest size they can open.

Another good option, option 2, is to get up , take a walk down the aisle, and give a missed call to one of your friends, then go back and tell them very very seriously that cellphones are required to be switched off through the performance, and that they should respect the artiste on the stage. And, nobody's going to ever doubt the point that there could be any other soul, more interested or more engrossed in the performance than you were.

Another option, the best one, as I see it is to tilt your head to one side, adjust the angle nicely so that you face towards the stage, lean on your arm your back towards your friends, and peacefully go to sleep. And, in case they happen to call out your name in the middle of the show, let them assume that you are just too busy and too engrossed to even listen to them...
But do make sure, you do get up in time to give a big round of applause to the artists, once the performance is over. Rather, a standing ovation is what I would say....

Cheers!!

the guy who was gay...

Walking down the street, err... jumping down the street, I met dis guy
i called him gay; and he said "please don't"... so i asked him why

i told him you look happy... and you do look gay...
he told me "no ... no mam .. no way...."

so i reminded him that he did laugh and he did jump and sing
he told me "he'll even dance and jump down the ring..."

he told me "he'll eat, he'll even cook and bake"
so i asked him whenever he was gay,did he always cut the cake??

he again told me "that he never was gay...
not now, neither never, nor any other day..."

I was getting all confused , so i asked him one last time...
why did he think that being gay was a crime??

he got irritated and frustrated and said "he couldn't bear..
being gay was not his thing, and on that he would swear..."

I had had enough and more I couldn't digest...
so i told him a bye and asked asked him to take rest

No rest he said as he showed me the way...
the place where he would party since he was happy that day...

Happy it seems, and I heavily sighed as i walked down the way..
that was the happy guy who refuses to be called gay!!

Its not like I get lost whenever I go out… or wherever I go… Its just that I have got this exquisite talent of getting lost at places... at times… on occasions.

N to tell you how I get lost…
I go to this place I have never seen before, haven’t heard of before. Its like real far from my hostel and; and before you get your imagination going, let me make this clear, I am a good student who studies and studies and most of the times stays in her room in the hostel which in turn is very much inside the college campus. So as you see, no going out often and no chance that I should know the ways, roads, and such things around and about the city…. So I do deserve a chance to lose my way and therefore, my friends going out with me shouldn’t really hate me for that, nor make faces, and not even go around teasing me. I am sure you do agree with me. Poor little me lost on the streets, trying to figure out her way to this ice cream shop to have this extremely tasty cream fudge, which I obviously don’t get to have very often. Sad isn’t it…. ?? No ice cream for people who get lost, for by the time they find the way to the ice cream shop, its way too late; and time to go “home sweet home”.

Oh... but listen, lets not talk about this girl for now. I totally empathize with her. She hardly goes out and then too loses her way. Pheww!!

Lets rather talk about me. I love ice cream as much as this girl does. And I d rather take out time and run away to grab choco mint fudge at this Corner House, the moment I get a chance. And again, before you get any ideas, I ll admit I go out to this place very very often, and I do know I could do just as well if I dint have half as much of ice cream, for then, I wouldn’t be half as fat, as you see I am now.
And in case you promise you won’t tell anybody, I’ll also admit that I love dragging people to give me treats out there…. Icilicious ice cream treats…
And then I have these nice friends of mine who offer me ice creams by themselves.
And I take them along to Corner House. And we have a nice lovely walk, chatting, hitting , punching, and littering the road; when we realize that its high time to realize that we are lost, and that the ice cream parlor wasn’t that far at all.
And then, my nice friend here asks me few nice questions,…. Like “dint you say you come here very often”; and ”isn’t it like you said you know all the ways round here ”
And then I give one of my best, favorite, innocent most smiles, and scream at the top of my voice that it wasn’t me, but him who got us lost here and should figure out the way back, for I must have the ICE CREAM.

Ahem ahem…. And then it dosent take as much time for him to figure out the correct way, as it had taken for me to lose it. Anyways, we jump a wall, walk down a road, and there we are…. Ice cream waiting for us. ..
But since we lost a lot of time walking and walking and walking… around and about and about and around the place, we must not sit and have ice cream now. But yes, we could get it parceled and have it on the way back. For as I said time to go home sweet home.
And , sorry buddy, you don’t get to taste the ice cream here, for I must rush back , because, there s always a possibility of me losing my way in the roads I have seen a zillion times and walked down everyday….Cheers!!