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and the myth breaks..

Some of us are lead to believe that we have this certain destiny and then it just gets snatched away.. some of us are meant to suffer. But we have to stay alive because we have to see how the story ends.
Today is one of those moments which had introduced me to this blogging paradigm some two years back. My busy schedule gave me little time to ponder upon the wounds I had gathered on my way and had started making me believe that time has healed them all..but a day off just blew away that myth like a castle of cards.
Someone asked me if I would ever fall in love with a girl like that. And my instant reply was a big no. And then I asked the same question to myself to get an honest answer to that…would I or would I not?
I was watching the clips from a movie called 50 First Dates..a movie which I have watched a zillions times before. Till 2 years back, I used to watch this movie every now and then. But then someone held my hand and helped me come out of the utopia I had created. I must accept that very few persons could have made me face the reality in a way better than this. I stumbled and flubbed on my way..I wanted to give up and get back to where the journey had started. But she guided me and kept boasting my moral..she never let me traverse back the distance I had covered..
It’s been almost 2years now..may be a few days less than that. I have sulked, I have cried, I have tried to finish myself off…and in the process I have crossed a few milestones but I’m yet to reach the zenith. Now I don’t want to get back to the starting point..no not because I don’t want to but because I don’t have the courage to take the pain of travelling on the same path again..I thank her for that..I thank her once again.

I’m growing up..or should I say that I have grown over it. So, will I ever fall in love? May be NOOOOOOOO..at least that is what I want to believe.

..and the show begins

I saw death staring at me,
As I woke up in the middle of the night.
I wanted to run away from it,
And I knew the way out.
Should I or should I not,
I was caught in the dilemma.
Just a shot wouldn't make a difference I thought,
And then it never stopped.
I could barely keep my eyes open,
As the elixir mixed with my blood and took control.
Everytime I woke up only to realize I needed it once more,
And the show went on and on......

Bidding Adieu

Today while walking past the cubicle I thought I would never stop by WKS.F-160 to say "Madar****..G*** mar denge tumhari". Yaa..it was Jojab's desk who left the organisation yesterday and with whom I share many a things in common..from being unable to save a single penny to being capable of making girls feel embarrassed enough by continuously ogling at their assets..from being very fond of pulling others legs to having high flying dreams of owning multiple Ferraris and gigantic mansions. The only thing in him which I didn't like was his being a paedophile. But I choose to ignore it as I don't have kids yet..atleast not ones whom I had to give my surname. Apart from that we kind of gelled well..actually we became best of friends(had to write this as he gifted me with an ADIDAS T-shirt today).

I was going through one of the worst phases in my life when I had come to Hyderabad few months back. Nothing in my life was going the way I would have wanted them to. Apart from that I was in a new city with no friends around which provided me with enough time to think about things which had gone wrong and indulge into self agony...and thus making things even more difficult for myself.

Then I met these guys in office with whom I used to share the cubicle..they were a bunch of hooligans..a bunch of assholes who would pass dirty comments on every girl passing by their desk, who seemed to believe that everybody else could be addressed by 2-3 common names belonging to a set X such that each element of X ends with c**d. Finally, in this new city I had managed to find people who reminded me of my college days and my college friends whom I had missed the most during the last 2 and a half years..I started hanging around with them in office..but we were yet to sit together with pegs for the actual bonding to happen..that happened pretty soon as well. It was already 11 at night and all the wine shops were closed by then..we roamed around the city for more than 2 hours searching frantically for alcohol only to realize that all the wine shops were actually closed by then and it was too late..but we had planned for a night out and a booze party at my place..so it had to happen and finally we managed to get some vodka from a shady bar which was still open.It was fun..we drank till morning..Jojab was high on alcohol..high on spirit, we started sharing our deepest secrets..my heart break, Jojab's first crush, Haula bhai's desire to f**k every good looking girl's sister(Haula Bhai has a strange fanatasy..he always feels like f***ing the sisters of all good looking girls and not the girl herself)..we discussed everything. We also managed to make Mr.Emotional stay awake till 7 in the morning who would otherwise pass off before it is 11:00 PM..

..may be we were no more office colleagues.

I started spending most of time with them...The night outs started happening more frequently..so did our Barsita trips..and not to forget the late night TT matches where Jojab owned the prestigious title of being a gaddha..All these things kept me busy enough not to provide me with time to indulge into self misery..and may be that helped me move on..move on quite a bit. Apart from a thing or two, last few months had been great..but every good thing or journey has to end some day..

We are men..so we didn't cry while sharing the stories of our heart break. We are men..so we couldn't let others see the drop of tear held in our eyes when it was time to wave goodbye.I still have those fours beddings lying in our drawing room..may be I know that I would never have to take these back to the drawing room once I arrange them on my bed in my room this time..the night outs would never be the same with Jojab not being there..I would never roam around the city at midnight searching for food..I would never be stopping at WKS F-160 to share a dirty piece of information about the hot babe sitting on the bl******g terminal at the cubicle next to that of mine.

I had heard a lot of people saying that you can't make good friends at workplace. Yups it is very much true..but we were born to break old rules and set new ones..so we had chosen to deny it this time as well..

Of course I love you..

"Now I knew how life is without your most loved one. Life ceases to mean anything. Avantike had sucked me out of all my energy, love and optimism. Everywhere I went, I couldn't help but see her all around. May be she is stalking me. May be she is behind that pillar to see how I'm doing. My world had crashed right in front of my eyes. Every place reminded me of her and the time we had spent there."
A drop of tear went down his cheeks as he read these lines. Rohan was reading "Of course I Love you..!Till I find someone better." Nothing could have described his state of mind in a way better than these lines. It had been a bit more than 3 months..no not 3..may be 2 months since he had promised himself that he won't let a single drop of tear come out of his eyes though , at times, it had really been difficult to make his tear glands obey him. He had spent a year and a half trying to mend his broken relationship, which meant world to him, only to realize that it was over and things would never be the same. Rohan wanted to come to terms with it and accept the truth but couldn't succeed. He had read somewhere that hope is the only thing that keeps the world moving. But for Rohan, hope was one thing that stopped him from moving on. One day he decided to abuse her and say all nasty things over the phone in order to kill all his hope of getting her back which he had thought would help him move on. But it didn't. It was the last time Rohan had talked to her. He hadn't slept for days after that and was tired of it. He felt sleepy but couldn't sleep because the moment he closed his eyes it, reminded him of her intoxicating eyes and beauty.
It was the first time in the last two months that he didn't try to control his tears..it vented out the emptiness, hopelessness, anger and dismay in him as it busted. He cried like a baby. But it made him feel better. Now he was much better..atleast that is what his friends feel. But only he knew that everyday he wakes up with her memories haunting him..haunting him till date.
He has quite a few good looking girls around him. He tried to convince himself that may be he is destined to get something better..destined to meet someone someday who would actually love him the way he had dreamt of. But trying to cheat himself and provide himself with consolation didn't work. He couldn't help but curse himself for having loved her..for having made someone else go through this hell that he was going through now.
Now Rohan knew how life is without his most loved one. Life ceased to mean anything. She had sucked him out of all his energy, love and optimism. Everywhere he went, he couldn't help but see her all around. His world had crashed right in front of his eyes. Every place reminded him of her and the time they had spent there. May be Rohan will keep loving her till he finds someone better or may be even after that...................

In The Name of WISDOM

I had written this quite some time back..but posting it today..

While walking down the beach, I’m trying to gather memories.
I don’t know if it’s spring or is it fall,
Though it won’t be true if I say it doesn’t bother me at all.
I don’t know how many seconds I have before the tide,
Before the current arrives and washes away everything that exists.
May be someday you will realize what you have lost,
And you will regret being in someone else’s arms,
But there won’t be any coming back.
I don’t know if I’m strong enough to welcome it with open arms,
I don’t know if I will ever be able to forgive my injuries in the name of wisdom.

A Journey From Theism To Atheism

The power to love got me the wounds,
My faith in God didn't let it heal.
I'm waiting for a reincarnation,
Like a phoenix I dream to rise from my ashes.
Someday I will be rewarded for the sins I have committed,
And then I will laugh at those fucking souls who pray to God.

Move On!!!

Let the SLUT go if she wants to do so..Why regret that you have lost one when many are yet to come and many to go. Indulge in anything you feel like but love, so that you don get stuck when it's time to move on. Let the SLUT go if she wants to do so..

JLT

Has it ever happened with you when you couldn't stop yourself from trying to stop the sand flowing out of your hand even after knowing the fact the more you try to tighten your grip, the more quickly it will flow out of your hand. Have your ever tried to build a castle to protect your city of dreams in a hope that this time the enemy troop won't be able to infiltrate it and snatch away your most precious belongings even after knowing the bitter truth that your castle will fall apart as if it was made of cards when it was supposed to stand the test of time. And also, at times, you must have woke up in the middle of the night searching frantically for that pretty face even after knowing that it was just a dream which has now turned into a nightmare.

So what do you do when you go through these weird trips of yours? I know what you do..just curse yourself for not being able to get out of your past and live in the present with a hope that your mistakes from the past and the lessons learned from them will stop you from making the same mistakes again. Have you ever thought how easy life would have been had the unknown who, whom few of us call GOD, provided us with a reset button which would have erased everything from the memory..it would have been even better had this mysterious person provided us with an option to perform a "Shift+Delete" only on few selected folders. But no dude..we are human beings..we are destined to pain and sufferings. So, no easy way out of it. Keep paying the whole of your life for each and every fucking step that went wrong..

Chasing Dawn

Well,it is just an idea that brought me back on blogging paradigm again...i just discovered something as a human tendency...I used to think that i am a flake chasing dawn every morning in those dense forests..maybe sometimes i get to touch the reflection of first ray coming from the river's bank i am living by...

but does it make any difference to me ?

Sun is now up in the sky..its a full day...no matter its a horrible summer day or a cloudy afternoon or raining time to time...but when i realised that Sun going to touch the horizion again....leaving some last rays to fulfill lost dreams....those farmers will be back to their homes...those wood cutters would assemble their earning for the day...and again there will be a serene darkness offering utter peace to some minds....

but why would i not sleep to touch the dawn next day...though it does not make any difference to me...and i realised that there is always something you chase so that you can leave other things...and i found .. we as a humans are more intend to leave things than getting one...I want to leave the dark night to touch that morning dawn spoiling my entire night... then i want to be away from the sun light to catch the pleasant evening...you may be building up some more dreams after realising some shattered dreams.....we are made to chase things no matter they make any difference to us....this is just what we are made for...Now I am waiting for the next morning...Chasing Dawn....

The Renditions..

This world is a stage. A lot of renditions are being performed here every now and then. You and me..we are also playing a role in few of them..In few we became an integral part of it because we consciously decided to be be a part of it. But what bothers me the most and kills me every moment are those in which I was forced to be a part of it without being made aware of the consequences..and I couldn't detach myself when I wanted to come out of it because by then it had become an integral part of mine..something in me denied to move on.....
Whatever or whichever play it be..TIME always takes the director's seat..it makes you play the character which you are supposed to..he doesn't give a damn even if you didn't want to see yourself in it...!!!And then the melancholy..the sadness..few tears flowing down the cheeks retrospecting those golden days!!!
Hey grow up..behave mature..Its time for you to perform in another play..

Immature?Yeah you are right..

A walk to remember,
Lots of special memories to be cherished,
Though don't know if those are worth it.
Few dreams which will possibly never become reality,
Countless promises as genuine as god,
But they failed to stand the storm.
Was flipping through the pages from the past,
And it made me realize how immature I was.
May be lots of tears are yet to be swallowed,
As I am still in the process of growing up.

The path leading to nowhere

This is from my blog. I think it fits in here.

In the mob there is a lad,
Lost and sober in his thought.
A will to fight, a flame to survive,
In the wilder of this life.

Came to the world with a smile,
Laughed and cried in impeccable bliss.
Toyed with books never in place,
Smiling in the arms of his fairy.

Learned to walk fumbling and mumbling,
Being ironically comic in the crowd.
Rosy cheeks pulled with tender hands,
Pampered yet punished to be mould.

Years passed and he grew up,
Wishing for roses in disguise.
Is there mist in his eyes,
Of the dreams in which he cried.

Twisted but weaved is his story,
Rusted but chiming is his glory.
From immense despair to a perfect bliss,
Wish him luck for walking path leading to nowhere.

Another Drop of Silent Tear

This piece has been written by a very close friend of mine. I liked it a lot. So I’m posting it here.

Every expectation is met with a disappointment.
And with every disappointment something dies inside me.
Tears have dried up.
Just a hidden silent tear bothers me occasionally.
Hey you!! Go away!!
Why do you engulf me all of a sudden?
And haunt me with those memories?
Go away!! Leave me alone.
I want to live now, let me live.

"Sometimes words are not enough and not even needed, a silent tear says it all"