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Oct 24, 2010

This close...

When you want something with all your heart, the universe conspires for you to get it. That’s what The Secret says (or something like that I did not bother to google).

Have you ever felt this feeling? Like you’ve wanted something very desperately all along, and when you’re like this close to getting it. You suddenly don’t want it. It suddenly gives you that ugly feeling you had in your stomach when you hadn’t finished your homework and the school teacher was checking everyone’s work with a cane in her hand.

Its funny because you worked your ass for this one and maybe even blew all your meagre savings. But suddenly you’re not sure of how much it is going to be close to your expectation. You’d rather just keep wishing for it than actually get it.

I dont think this is cold feet... I think its the love for the dream or the chase...  Being obsessed with the journey than the destination.

Aug 12, 2010

I’m NOT a slave for you

The problem with not having is job is not just limited to being broke or stuck at home; it is much more complex. Somehow the fact that you are at home, automatically puts a stamp on your head that you are available at everyone’s beck and call. You become the official house maid, cook, the boy who does odd jobs, the computer mechanic and personal secretary of family members and distant relative. Oh! And BTW your salary includes listening to a lot of whining and in rare cases –Sorry.

Now don’t get me wrong. Everyone who knows me, know that I usually go out of my way to help out the most random strangers. But the fact that I am taken for granted is not acceptable. Even if its family, ESPECIALLY if its family.

This trigged a thought, was the old system of slaves was justified? Although, half of the population suffered in poverty and slavery, at least they didn’t do it to their wife and kids. Now, we all want to pass on the buck without being accountable for what we say or do. Most of us commit just about everywhere and when we can’t handle it, pass it on to our loved ones, because they don’t have an option of leaving.

I did not put myself through 15 years of useless education to suffer due to someone else’s misplanning and stupidity. And when pointed out (Very politely, I must add) it turns out to be one of the 3. (usually in that order)

1)Ego: ‘you are always blaming me for everything’, ‘I’m not the reason you fall sick’,
2)Sorry: The most disgusting word in my dictionary. ‘Sorry, I did not mean to, but you know a lot is bothering with my work/family/money/myself’ and once the ‘S’ word is said, everything has to be forgotten and we all have to go on pretending it never happened.
3)Abuse: This usually happens when they do not know how to react to a situation. In severe cases it is physical. But in most mild cases its verbal. ‘Just look at yourself, you can’t walk straight/you can’t talk louder/you create a scene/you talk too much/you should be thankful I even consider you a part of my life.’ Verbal abuse cannot be proved or shown, so most women and sometimes even men go though their entire life without healing or even realising their scars.

Yes, we all do this at some point. It is totally wrong, but at some levels it can be justified. But for most people it is a behavioural problem. It is ingrained by mothers/wives/girlfriends/fathers and media that taking responsibility for your actions is a job for weak minded people. Strong people can use their power physical or mental to push around other people. Also, call me biased, but somehow I find majority of men doing this (or probably it is just a gujju men thing)

I may not earn in lakhs or own a big house. Heck, right now I’m dead broke and have to live off my parents. But I try and take full responsibilities of my actions. I plan in a way that I can trouble others the least. Yes, I do fail, miserably sometimes, but I make sure I more than make up for it by helping out as much as I can.

I will end by saying what my mother always tells me – Responsibility is power.

Aug 6, 2010

Strangers

I met you today.
You wore a different perfume.
Your hug was warm even in the AC,
And your eyes did not talk.

Today I met you again…
You hair stood perfectly styled,
And the lopsided smile disappeared.
It used to speak to me loud and clear.

Meeting you today,
I realized, your touch is if without a feel,
Your words are without meaning.

I met you today only to realize;
3000 kms was not the only reason for the distance,
And loneliness was not the only thing that kept us together.

Seeing you after 3 years made me think,
‘Us’ is not real, its just a desperate want
Tears will but make it worse…

Pain is not the hard part,
That one I am habituated
We are strangers, all over again…

Apr 29, 2010

Price On Request

Maybe romantic movies also should carry a tag ‘Price on Request’. I am perfectly happy being single or in a relationship, but romantic movies are so beyond perfect that what you have, feels like shit. It’s like buying new expensive shoes and loving it until you see a Jimmy Choo or a Ferragamo in the magazine, which usually says ‘PRICE ON REQUEST!’

Ok so I have not seen Casablanca (I know, OMG!) but don’t you think it is a good thing? Romantic movies only make you feel sad. Yes, very sad:

• Sad cause you’re single and lonely
• Sad cause you’re single, happy and unavailable but still men think they have a chance
• Sad cause you’re single and every man think that there is ‘Always open’ sign on your head
• Sad cause you’re not single but your ‘seemingly perfect’ boyfriend doesn’t do all romantic, passionate stuff.
• And finally sad cause you’re in a complicated relationship (in which case anything is sad)

And most importantly it entices you to make that unwanted-unnecessary-‘will screw things up’ call to :

• Boy friend
• Ex
• Ex Boy friend you’re sleeping with
• Someone you slept with previous night
• ‘Just a good friend’
• Best friend
• Make out buddy
• Close mate
• Drinking partner
• The guy you met at a random house party, and seemed very cute when drunk, so you gave him your number
• Etc.

And soon after the ‘mushy’ effect wears off you’re exactly in the ‘woke up in someone else’s bed with a hangover’. You just want to get out of there and try to erase the calls you made out of yours and everyone else’s memories. A happily ever after movie is a more expensive mistake than alcohol.

Mar 29, 2010

Cry

(six months. writing doesn flow as smoothly. tried it nevertheless)

Rumi said to me, “Cry, cry wholeheartedly my friend.”
I forced and hurt and pinched myself,
My eyes remained still.
I can’t cry.

I pressed and strained to weep.
Fucked bastards, abused friends,
Cut wrists,
What followed is more numbness and no floods.

Quit work, talked to God.
Films that screamt daddy issues,
Fell in love and broke my heart,
Nonsensical, not a distant cry to save my life!

Then I said crying is overrated,
I mocked at weepers,
Ignored ill fated,
And secretly envied them.

Left a lot of hands I held once fondly,
Watched the sun set religiously,
Wrote, wrote and wrote some more.
Not a tear to spare.

I wait now in a chamber
Scared of closed dark places
Unable to breathe
And unable to cry for help.

I asked Rumi, “Can I have the time? My head’s stopped”
He said, “Be patient to what pains you.”
“How long?” said I.
“So long” he says, “Until you cry again...”