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Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Boy oh boy, do I miss Mumbai!!!

Oh, do I miss the surreal rain,
All the boisterous people in the God damned train,
Filth, dust, the dirt and the grime,
the frantic pace ever so sublime,
An innocent road committing a sinless sin,
an insignificant voice screams from within,
Being the victim of an heartless ploy,
Boy oh boy, do I miss Mumbai!!!!

Monday, October 29, 2012

i ask You

sometimes i feel, like i have to let go of You.. coz there is a part of me, which is contradictory to the rest of the part of me, which wants You.. then, there is a part of me(the afore mentioned 'contradicting' part), which is synonymous to the part of compromising my own self for Your sake.. and then the part of me which wants You, takes over and i settle with the belief that i can metamorphose and then it will be alright.. but then that part of me, which is contradictory to the rest of the part that wants You, wishes that if only the metamorphosis is of Yours and then it will be alright..

coz, there is this "whole" part of me, which knows when You want me.. and this feeling has been omnipresent.. and i know, that, if You want me, You will have to have me..
but if You will have to have me, then, You'll have to do without the 'idealistic You' part of me and You'll have to do with the 'non-ideal and most imperfect' part of me.. coz, it is only then, that will be the true "me"..

so, now tell me.. You think You are up for it?

Saturday, October 27, 2012

the pledge of a "Chocoholic" :D


I am proud to be a chocoholic,
I dip my cookie with pride,
The days grow cold and the nights grow long,
when I don't have my bar by my side.
Whether by bar or by spoon,
a mouthful just won't do,
For a true Chocoholic, one won't suffice,
two hands mean you have to have two.
Domestic or imported, it has been reported
although some may be in denial,
Chocolate's the one, when all's said and done,
that truly can make woman smile.

--
author unknown

Friday, October 19, 2012

winter ghosts

by the window up in the bedroom
i can hear the storm come
from many roads away
and it brings the night
if the ones who died sit around me
i hope they're going to stay
and that maybe you'll arrive
in the rain that's rolling in
these summer nights
i feel you on my skin

winter came as a load
frozen down to the bone
i lived here half asleep
walking nights to the road
empty, drunk and alone
in hopes you'd come to me
before the morning
before you're running
but why are you running?
where are you running?
home?

once i knew you
lay my head upon your lap
once i knew you
in your eyes a calming light
once i knew you
and your hand upon my back
once i knew you
in a life ain't coming back.

Thursday, October 18, 2012

bleh!

priorities..
prioritize..
prioritization..
she has her own set of those..
her priorities..
she sat down one fine day.. one whole entire day.. prioritizing her priorities.. and spending almost the entire day in her prioritization of her priorities..

and so, all of you earthen mortals.. if you are that smart (really?!), then you ought to know by now, which side of her priorities do you feature (or not, even?)

she loves her priorities..period.

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

open your eyes

"open your eyes now
its time to see
if you can reach me
open your eyes now
its time to leave
its time to leave me
open your eyes now
its time to see
if you still believe me
open your life now
i'll try to be
all that you need me 
to be
open your eyes now
try to speak
like you can see me
open your eyes now
i'll try to be
almost everything
you need me to be

#she'll be a star now#
i'll follow her lead
#she'll be a scar now#
i will still let her bleed

all over me"

the two sides of the 'dark'

its comforting to witness the gradual increase in the darkness of the ridges formed on the otherwise pale white stack of papers and books (seen when books kept closed)..
#most friggin' awesome sight ever!#

its equally harassing to find the gradual intensifying of the 'dark'ness of the circles!
#worst thing ever#

sigh! 

Sunday, October 14, 2012

..and that is why, you should--

‎"You should date a girl who reads.

Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes, who has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag. She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she has found the book she wants. You see that weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a secondhand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow and worn.

She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.

Buy her another cup of coffee.

Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas, for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry and in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.

She has to give it a shot somehow.

Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.

Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who read understand that all things must come to end, but that you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.

Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilight series.

If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.

You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.

You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.

Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.

Or better yet, date a girl who writes."

— Rosemarie Urquico


p.s. courtesy from a post posted by Damdam.. *love yah!* :)

Thursday, October 11, 2012

basics

my old man is a sucker for basics.. complete die-hard sucker.. for him, the entire existence of this very universe is baseless without basics.. that's how nuts he is about basics..
my old man taught me basics.. he made me understand the very essence of basics.. and he made me realise that the basic mistake of the commoner in this universe is the practice of forgoing with the very basics.. he made me realise that people forget the base when they strive to escalate..
and my old man and i, both know today, that the basic, in fact, is no more basic today.. it is in fact the most priceless-ly precious possession of a commoner..

my old man taught me the basic rule of fundamentals.. "you can't compare two things if they don't belong to the same units!" this is how my introduction to basics started.. reading the 'sentence' over and over, and you will probably dismiss this as just a theory before solving some high school chemistry/physics problems.. because, back then, 'units' could only mean (necessarily) joules, newtons, cal, kg, metre, etc. but, its more than just these 'units'.. and that is when i realised that the basic rule of fundamentals is not really 'basic' for the commoner.. its more of 'exotic' , per se..

because its stupid for people to even think of asking--"so, where do you like it better, Ahmedabad or Mumbai?" duh!! don't you understand? only those things having "same" units can be compared.. if you have to compare things having different units of measurement, you are supposed to first convert the units into a common unit and only after then you can measure and compare them..

Ahmedabad and Mumbai, they are not measured in the same units.. they can never even be converted into a common unit to be measured and compared.. heck! they are in two different planes, altogether! two different systems.. to say in high school science terms, one is measured in kg and the other is measured in mts..!

so save yourself from the trouble of asking and me the trouble of being subjected to such baseless questions.. i don't need 'friendly' from you..

i am a basic-loving person.
*on-your-face*

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

for you, for me

two fires, they are breathing
running out of air
two hearts, they are beating
feeding this affair
its too far for a clean escape
demons on my sleeve
they are not what you expected
when i asked you to believe
with your eyes on my secrets
god knows what you'll see
there's so much to my story
but you're the perfect ending
i haven't found what you are looking for
i haven't found what you need
but don;t think what you're after is
more than i can be
for you, for me
make me a better man

wrapped in rain 
i'm tired
of faux desires
of makeshift men
and their wires

so give me Love.. Tangible..

Monday, October 8, 2012

may/may(not)

may not have learnt yet the art of attaining 'closure' (and i'm still very much 'J' with my 'exception'), but have definitely mastered the art of 'detachment'..

p.s. the 'subjects' involved are mutually exclusive, and nowhere related with each other in any remotely possibly distant way.. and it involves two separate 'subjects'--one for the first part of the sentence, and one for the latter part of the (same) sentence..

p.p.s. with every 'may' there exists a may'not'..

Saturday, October 6, 2012

exception rules_05.10.12.

i dunno who i'm gonna talk to now
but i know i'm laughing on the car ride home with you
dunno how long it's gonna take to feel OK
but i know i had the best day with you today.

***

p.s. somehow i forgot to hit 'publish' on the mentioned date..noticed it now..so, another of mine 'better late than never'.
p.p.s true story, the aforesaid four lines..

Thursday, October 4, 2012

white horse

say you are sorry, that face of an angel
comes out just when you need it to
as i paced back and forth all this time
cause i honestly believed in you
holding on the days drag on
stupid girl,  i should have known
i'm not a princess this aint a fairy tale
i'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet
leading her up the stairwell
this aint hollywood this is a small town
i was a dreamer before you went and let me down
now its too late for you and your white horse to come around
baby i was naive got lost in your eyes
and never really had a chance
i had so many dreams about you and me
happy endings, now i know
and there you are on your knees
begging for forgiveness begging for me
just like i always wanted but i'm so sorry
cause i'm not your princess this aint a fairy tale
i'm gonna find someone someday who might actually treat me well
this is a big world that was a small town
there in my rearview mirror disappearing now
now  its too late for you and your white horse to catch me now..