Here's to us!

Words fall short sometimes. This is one of those posts.

When I walked into this office, I had no idea that I will be meeting one of the most amazing people that I have ever met in my life, and that person will become the steadiest rock of my life. She'll pull me through shit like no one ever has, She'll stay up with me all night and talk random non sense, and be there when I need her the most. Today when you are leaving the country and traveling to a far away land, I can only look back at us and smile. I promised myself, I won't cry and see you off with a smile.

Don't think I can do justice to explain how much you mean to me, but I guess you already know.

Here's to us :)

One of those evenings, when we cried and laughed at the same time.

To all those evenings on the balcony with chai and sutta.

Through break-ups and hook-ups.

Through boring work days.

On the spot decisions to go out and have lunch for no reason good enough.

To all the drunken nights.

To the earth-quake and chinese ambulance.

For all those hours of mega counseling and 'life sucks' conversations.

Love you forever Jackass!

Boys with Toys!

Obviously women are multitaskers. We can do all sorts of crazy things all at the same time, while giving appropriate levels of deserving attention to each activity. When the same comes to men, well... I don't need to say much.

We were born to compete. Just look at the things we have to compete with to get our mans' attention. Generally when men have nothing fun to do they'd cuddle up next to you when you are reading a very interesting book or doing some very important work and be as attentive as possible. However, just try to get your man's attention when a crucial match is on -- and if you are actually able to do this (please call me) I'd say you have mastered the ultimate art of seduction OR you have a major leash on my girlfriend!

Boys with their stupid toys - what can I say?! PSPs, damn you laptops, ipod/pads and what not. The getting their attention game will start with trying to start a conversation which will be unheard for the first 5 mins, then when you try some different moves you might see some 5 second attention towards what you are doing, and then slowly you will realize that while the hands are somewhere on your hands, the eyes are not! I know, I know, you will try and divide the attention and get it back towards you - but all efforts will fail unless you are actually planning to do a strip tease or a monica maneuver (as my wise friend PG pointed out.)

Anyhoo, thought of the day remains:

'While watching Modern Family, my BF pushed me (read: head) away from the laptop screen while I was making gooey eyes at him. And the worst part is that, this is just some sitcom - He would have trampled me if Batman was on. FML'

Monologue #3

Sometimes I think it's better to not know things. I can wait, really. I'll try not to create useless random negative thought-bubbles in my head. 'Cos it just doesn't matter, and it will never be more important than this. This moment, will always be more important than the stupid fights. I'll stop fighting with me even, I swear I will. I will live in the moment till it gets better everyday. I'll be a bit more wiser, and just for you, I'll be a little more stronger.

Till then, I don't need to know, till then... cheers to each moment.

Glitter Days!

Some glitters stick on. Like the fresh air of the first days of autumn, the light flickering breeze that gives you the feeling of approaching holidays. Like childhood memories that fade away with age, but what sticks on is the way you felt about them.

The bottled pickles drying in the sun, the smell wayfaring through closed doors and alleys. Alluring, restricting and childish friskiness– all in abundance. Sneaking up to the roof in the middle of the day, little feet craftily climbing up the scorching flight of stairs on a hot summer noon. The memories and the miniscule details fade away… but what remains with you is the taste of mischief, the first bite of that delicious pickled mango. Sheer Bliss.

Some glitters stick on. Like the pulpy paper boats- that sink within seconds in the muddy monsoon waters. The few seconds of glory, smiling faces, excellent dexterity and the simplicity of the spectacle we call childhood. The boats may not be afloat, but what remains is the art. Stuck in a cubicle all day, when we fold up a piece of paper to create that one masterpiece again, what you recall is a small fragmented piece of yourself on one of those damp drizzling afternoons. Letting go of your illusion of control and taking pride in a few moments smooth sailing before the first boat in a series of seven submerge into the opaque waters.

Some things stick on. Some things never change. They are a part of you, and always will be. Complexities of growing up may change parts of you in ways that you may never understand, but there will always be those tiny specs of glitter that stick on to you, hold on to you for the sake of your own survival; to make you what you are and to never let you forget what the real moments of gratifications hold. The have supernatural powers to drag you back to reality and isolate between what’s simulated and what’s naturally beautiful. Maturity is mostly over-rated. It brings a lot of undeserving confidence, which smears your senses with superficial judgments.

Let me look at what’s exquisite. In peace. Let me not judge with a series of when and how’s. Let me go back to my glitter days, and let me look at the world all over again with uncolored eyes; let me take it all in once more again. Let me take back the phases of forced interpretations, and explore again… unbiased and tolerant. Let me discover my glitter days once more, I’ll make the most of it this time. I promise.

Never Alone!

“There is someone special for everyone. Often there are two or three or even four. They come from different generations. They travel across oceans of time and the depths of heavenly dimensions to be with you again. They come from the other side, from heaven. They look different, but your heart knows them. Your heart has held them in arms like yours in the moon-filled deserts of Egypt and the ancient plains of Mongolia. You have ridden together in the armies of forgotten warrior-generals, and you have lived together in the sand-covered caves of the Ancient Ones. You are bonded together throughout eternity, and you will never be alone.” – Only Love is Real

It really is reassuring to know that someone’s got your back. Not just now, not just somewhere in the future – but almost like an omnipresent entity guiding you towards your source, bringing you one step closer to reality every single day. Sometimes when I feel lost or simply lose the faith, I remind myself of the people I have around me – I can count on them at 3 in the morning. I can count on the fact that even if I don’t speak to them for days or years, when we are re-united we would still meet and talk with the same vigor, passion and enthusiasm as where we left off.

As for soul mates – well, what can I say?! The rationalities of my existence, the heartlessness of the phenomena we call life has not been particularly encouraging. But there is this faint hope, a small flicker of instant recognition when your eyes connect over a passionate conversation, or over a heated argument, or when you are sitting next to each other without saying a word. The instant connection, the veracity of endurance makes you fit perfectly with them like the lost pieces of a jigsaw. How much ever I try to reason it out – my mind says impossible, but in my heart I know that you are all around me for a reason... so that I never have to be alone!