Tonight I know I cannot sleep; words, just words, spur rather than relieve

I,

Live life for me, for myself

Like the bird with huge wings,

I,

Live life with mind close, eyes laugh

Sew hope, buy faith, claim heal.

I,

Live life of a dream, with an open heart

To be the beholder

I,

Live life of love,

Where every moment is

Like that subtle flowing of song in my mind.

I,

Live life of the magic

Where my faith of destiny makes my serendipity

I,

Also live a life of fear,

To lose the face in the world

But

I,

Live life of no exception till I met him,

In discovery of the secret forcing no fail in finding the shore of faith.

Now,

We live the life of fun,

Till the shout to choke and clutter to blot.

We party hard, like a bunch of stones in a cloth sack being thrown down a concrete staircase

Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter."~Martin Luther King Jr

I don’t know where it really started but finally we (my maniac hit zombie colleague and I) landed up for a "SILENT" dinner.Oh yea…before you pelt down your questions like WHY? HOW? WHEN? WHAT? And WHO…We are those two extremists who are fascinated in everything except work. Of course we have our own reasons for it. Common factor is the sleep diffusing into our eyes and thinning out the world around. But as usual, VILLIAN of my story is my manager, who sits diagonally opposite and peeps into my monitor. Wonder why all males have affinity towards female stuff…!

I was so drowsy that I began dripping down the seat and finally hit the floor with a thud! That thud actually alerted the world of my disastrousness. Some wondered silently and some in whispered tones. But my manager was shocked to see me under the desk. Well, to save my bum from fire, I told him that I was searching for my note pad. I know that is the dumbest thing of the world ever said. Actually that thump was not that bad too; it gave me an idea of sniglets. I finally came up with few snigs and was looking out for a person to vent it. Poor chap was the victim. I also see him shouting dramatically “mudiyala!!!” also!

So for all the torture I have given him, I thought I’ll be nice to him at least once and asked him out for dinner. Seriously, I appreciate his deep brave heart to still dare the catastrophe. Planning was on me. I unintentionally took him to a pitch dark place for candle light dinner. Now if you why, all I have to say is "When you want something, the entire universe conspires in helping you to achieve it." Ok...Bad joke… point is I did not know about the place. How the hell I would know about romantic places, I am that old blond nanny who always talks about her cat: P

Ok now the real story:

Pitch dark, just a candle to glow, pot pouring rain and few centimeters of distance between us and no one around. Anything can happen...in fact ANYTHING can happen (subjected to ur discretion and imagination).But we, sat there as if it was a stadium and I was compensating the full of screaming mental peoples with the voice rising and falling across the circumference. Whatever… romantic dinner was an adventurous supper for him for super subtle attitude and my “goodwill” purpose is also served.

Why it was an adventure, I would explain … We were the first ones to sneak into the place. After 45 minutes an odd couple walked in, both abnormally dressed. While they were choosing a place next to us … I was in no hurry to utter “Are they gonna sit on our laps and rub their fat bums with ours. Shit sticking stinky people- *rolling eyes*”.Although it did not make much difference to us, at least to me , they had a tough time with the live RJ -Sandieee.

End of the eventful so called romantic dinner was the honking driver hurried to drop us back at our respective abodes.  The darkest hour of night came just before the dawn.

Now dozing off to see him tomorrow at office J

So much love for the LOLITA! H&K (multiplied by 10,000) (itna mein utnaich milenga :P)

And now you still wanna ask what this is..It was the pure Language of the World. It required no explanation, just as the universe needs none as it travels through endless time.

And yeah I hum REHNA HAI TERE DIL MEIN  song because I love KK 's voice. I talk bakwaas only with him cuz he can complement me the best ...
He can be the one with whom I can sit beside to watch every setting sun with a large lake of chocolate dipping in and floating around:-)


"There's always room for a story that can transport people to another place."~J.K. Rowling

Chow chow :D

How They Met

To know a person, sometimes it takes long time, sometimes just a moment that is precious for life time.

I always have a ton of fun playing around with pieces in my wardrobe especially when I am going out to meet someone whom I like. But my day out with K was completely crazy and fateful.

I woke up with a heavy head for a message, “See you at 12.30 PM. Lunch at *****”. Well, I was rubbing my eyes to check if it was real. Gazed and gaped at it, twice, then confirmed that I was not dreaming. Quickly got ready and set out to the destination. The sight of him had created a strange mixture of anxiety, excitement, and hopelessness in my body. I felt the proverbial “butterflies” when he appeared, overwhelmed with emotions and welcomed me. Honestly, when I met him I never felt strange; we got along as good old buddies and we did share our best secrets of life in ease. He is extremely shy, sensitive, and has a dork haircut but still he is utterly sweet to me with his Dravidian accent. Now if you mistake him to be soberly good, let me tell you he is a silent killer. Well, here is one such episode that completely rip-off his goody image. Since I have been talking all the while, probably he thought I need a break. So, he was like… “What do you call this as?” .I was like are you trying to date me? Before he thought it is safe to answer, he took the benefit of doubt as in to know what actually a DATE is. Smart na! That is just the beginning. Then I give him top 10 tips of dating of which one of them was “looking into gal’s eyes and speak”. From the next minute, he started constantly gaping. First I checked if someone was behind, second I checked if something was protruding and finally tried all ways to distract him. Damn…He was trapping and finally breaks into laughter. Gosh …. Moronic.

Sometimes his silence scares me; I slightly doubt if I was boring and irritating because of his deadpan expression like that of a mind-controlled, programmed assassin who is under some kind of hypnotic trance.

K is also like a typical guy who hates shopping. Despite that, he helped me shop and I love that attention J.After that we had a coffee and started walking in the evening fading sun to get a cab. Romantic na … yeah unless until he was lifting the shopping bags and probably me too. We just walked and walked, finally landed at a cross junction to find one. I am sure by then he must have realized that I am one walking disaster. Finally at the cross roads, we just stood like the tired dogs with almost the tongues out. I was facing the west and K was standing on opposite direction, both of us looking out for a cab.  He was so dog tired and was leaning on me. I nor K was so not in this world to feel that we both r standing like the posers of some odd regional movie in middle of the road. When the bystanders started making stroppy faces, then we realized that we are entertaining the trespassers. That was the LMAFO of the day.

Finally into the cab and another action-packed shopping and long conversations. Time just flew when he was around. I wished the day never ended.

Coffee and conversations are great when they are hot! Chow chowJ

PS: I am really short of words to even tell how great it feels. Just see it in my eyes , if you can read it.Just take it and go (in my style)
Also this is the song for u ...

Shru : Did I pen it down as you have described?

Jogging Chronicles

Remember, in my last few posts, I have been telling you about my jogging mania. This post is totally dedicated to all those guys out there on the roads in fluorescent orange and green polo neck-skin tight-t-shirts whose eyes pop out of their heads and behave like magnets attracted towards the feminine species. I just realized to write a whole entry in honor of those idiots who can make a simple walk on the road seem like a daunting yet hilarious experience at the same time. As for those guys who do it outside college... Get a life... I’m going to narrate a couple of things that I've seen them do which had me in splits of laughter!!!

Since it was a rainy day, my friend and I decided to jog in our residential area only and we saw a couple of gals walking towards the music academy across the lane. Both of them had guitars we slung on them which were cased in black. We both were almost behind them and were walking down along heir path. That is when two guys on a scooter passed us, and one of the idiots screamed "OHO!!! Sania Mirza!!!”The man did not know the difference between a guitar and a tennis racquet. All four of us broke into loud laughter which actually made the people living in that lane peep out of their windows.

On another fateful day, I was walking to my office and a few college students were waiting at the bus stop ahead. A boy, who must have been barely 15 years old, went by them on a bicycle singing out loudly and totally out of tune "Mere Sapno Ki Rani Kab Aayegi Tu..." One of those girls he was singing for said "Chal Hat!!" and the poor chap was so shocked that he lost balance and fell off. Then he hurriedly got up to pick up his cycle and ran the rest of the way.

Finally and probably the most common roadside act... We were passing by a couple of people at a chai stall and almost like a reflex action, three people’s hands moved to their ears. They started screaming.. "Hallo!!! Salim Bhai!!!" or"Namaste Mama..." into mobile phones which had not even been ringing audibly. Isn’t it a real co incidence that all the mobile phones in silent mode tend to ring at the precise moment when someone they want to impress passes by them.I could only remember one person today when this happened, Salim Pheku from "The Angrez".Those who haven’t seen that movie ( specially Hyderabadis) simply have to!

Rains and my Dil goes mmmmmmm.....

I am made from the dust of the stars…and the oceans flow in my vein. “I am not the one to believe in magic...but I believe I sometimes have a second side. I am not one with a sense of proportion…when my heart still changes overnight”. So taking it slow with me must be your slowest decision!


The dark heavy clouds finally decided to burst out. The rains are here and everything is green. Some people are going "eeeewheee!" and some people are behaving like the Wicked Witch of the West and some as the allies soldier of the world war. I am ignoring everyone and silently rejoicing my daily jogs splashing every squelchy puddle bobbing up and down with my bouncing pony tail in sounds of nature. From a wondrous windward to a lonely leeward there is a sweet strangeness inward, outward, at times awkward, may be the sensuous feeling of wet clothes clinging the skin. Even if you are alone in it, you still feel romantic and elated!

Monsoon is indeed the best season for people, who want to feel being in love for some time. They mystically ignite your imagination, they make you look sensuous and biggest thing, and they unveil the hidden, at least to some extent .It’s still beautiful and there’s nowhere to go than better. Lol…what am I talking *blushes*

Best part of rain is they fade off the summer tans and makes you look fairer and sexier with the wet hair. Well, even my mom agrees on the fairer part, donno on the sexy flowing wet hair. I also have another reason to be all gay for monsoon coming- it‘s my street side pani puri cravings shooting up exponentially.

Well coming out of the fanatical and poetic world, rains change no monotony of life except some interesting shopping. Cheap new bags are bought so that expensive leather ones don't get ruined. Brightly colored rubber slip ons that everyone has are bought in bulk. People start keeping mini wardrobes in their office drawers, and all zombie looking mundane souls without these are snubbed like street dogs snub the Parle-G biscuits I try so hard to feed them. Wish we had portable monsoon kits. The type I'm imagining would fit in my wallet and look like a thick-ish credit card. With one press of a button, it would expand into a nice attaché case containing a toothbrush, new chaddis and one change of clothes. But alas, that is not to be. We all need Hermione bags and huge umbrellas to act normal unlike the over enthu bollywood heroines!

Well... my boss has just stepped into the office and I need to get back to my regular errands. So, more of rain, umbrellas, and girls will follow really soon till then imagine those secsy situations of rains pouring on her shoulder, wetting her white shirt, her sleeve cleaved to that arm, You can't see a thing of hers in that big umbrella.

Grab Rains and long conversations when they are in its best to expose the feeling of love in you!

Crush to Crash yet I flow in that cloud as a clown!

That is why they are called Crushes .They would have been called something else if it was that easy! 

Whenever I see him walking through the door, all I wish is why won’t he look across the floor! I wish I could tell him feels like you were being pressed against the wall tightly for continuous 48 hrs or more....ok crap I did not get better analogy. Oh yeah wait …it feels like getting chocked by the PROMETHEUS‘s alien baby!

His just the occasional smile in the foyer or elevator always appears to me like a drop of dew in the deserted alien world. Although he is the archetype for the old socialist-journalist-rebel-evangelists – replete with loose male checked shirts and baggy ill-fitting trousers - right up to spectacles strung around the neck (the sort they used to depict in old arty movies), still he is smart in his own way and I like it <3!
When I see him smile and know that it is not for me that is when I miss being me the most.Well as the old saying goes,” lucky things always do not come with attractive packaging”, no wonder it is the crush to heart!

I am a senior here is my work place and he is temporary...how does it work? I know no one is here for long but still …I still can’t be out bursting my feeling!

Well… here is my crush to crash and do not complain that I am a “Dil Thodne ka Machine “ . Even I have mild crashes. :-)

True love stories never have ending and never have solid beginnings too !It just flows with the wind!

Live It Along The Path

I wish every day of life is a long jog in the morning breeze fluttering the flowing hair in excitement. 

I wish everyday of life is a long drive speeding till the eyes drop the tear of joy! 

But every day of life is an unusual search for an unknown truth. 

This journey  along the path gets so engrossing that one is no longer feverish about the trail or even the destination. 

Is it the anxiety about the future and regret over the past ceases the sense of gratitude and fullness about the present moment dawns?

I Live it along the Path 
Bound by myself, blinded by me,
I seek, I strive, to set my soul free.

Free to me is the burning agony to just ‘be’
unfolding the umpteen paths ahead of me.

A mystic angel along the path helps,
as I take hesitant infant steps.
Never wanting to trace my trail back,
I trust, endure and progress on track.

I pause at times, at times I swing in sway
I continue to keep distractions at bay.
I want to move on; I know I should do,
on this mysterious quest for truth and virtue.

I know not what instilled faith in me
What made me this vast world see
In a renewed light of amazed awe;
With gratitude to ‘be’, here and now.