Never mind..

Never mind..
Nothing lasts forever..so live it up,drink it down,laugh it off,avoid d bullshit,take chances & nvr hv regrets..cz at one tym,evrythin u did ws exactly wht u wntd.. ;)

Sunday, October 14, 2012

Getting Real

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There is this peculiar scene I remember. It was a windy night and beside the traffic post sat a cobbler in his tiny shop. the only lamp post was serving him just right to fix a shoe. He must sit there all day to earn some money for the family back home. I respect him not because of the responsibility but that he made way out to earn his livelihood. It is considered a virtue as per the society's ideology.

I want ot get past this guilty feeling when I am walking out of my fav store with bags and the street I pass by has an old lady sitting with her open hands.

I walked out of my class discussing the most imp ques for the exam and by just an inch I miss the hand of an older man, very noticeably lay out in open while he lay sleepig on the newspaper.

From all my hang-outs, I remember vividly the time when Dheerja told me how she has joined a school where shed go and teach the underprivileged kids.

From all the chats I specifically remember when Aashish told me that his dad is paying for the education of two kids.

From all the company's profiles i still remember the one solar enrgy company which aims at empowering the farmers with electrcity they can produce in their houses itself.

This is my confession.
Everyday for the last two years I stand at the bus stand. Every single day I see the board across the street- "Karunsharya- Home for the last stage Cancer patients". and Every single day I overcome the will of crossing the street and visiting the place.

My discovery.
I don't have the courage to do the things I wish to do.

I fear of living with this regret all through my life.

Why?
I will not blame the ideologies I have been brought up with and in the lieu of social responsibility I have forgotten what I really want.

A Higher Degree will never solve this turmoil in my head. The thought that let me build my career today and then return to my unanswered questions. I do not want to ashamed infront of myself.

If I now apply the realities of my world I can draw one solution. This year let it be my exploring year. I will step out and see the varieties and opportunities that can be build. How I can empower myself first?

Why me first? Because I despise the word "Help" and its association with me. I do not want help unless until its out of my scope and so I would not provide help. Instead my principle is to empower the ones who think they need help. Teach them or make them learn or provide them opportunities so that they can help themselves.

It does make sense now.
 

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

You'v moved on..

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Wherever you go
I know you miss me..
When you wonder at things you come across
I know u wonder how it would be to tell me..
When the radio plays our song
I know u think about our smiles..
When you'r lost in your thoughts
You try not not to think bout me sitting beside you..
When ur cell beeps
I know u silently wish its from me..
When u stand at a  long hallway ahead
I know you wish  if I run through to hug u tight..
When ur doodling sitting in cafe
U remember the superman u drew in my notebook..
When ur drenched in the untimely pours..
U miss the walk together in clouds..
When you'r staring across the window
I know u think id come by and save you..

And still you say you'v moved on..

Sunday, June 12, 2011

Leave the peices..

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The cell phone beeped, "Im in town.Wanna meet you.For old time sake.Do call".
And the past flashed back.
"We will be friends forever."
"Ill stick by your side till end."
She always lost when it came to friends and family.The lifelines of her life.
But not this time.Its been 13 months that she has taught herself how to be on her own. From everyday jiggles to sunked loneliness, from the morning blues to rushed noon, blank evenings to midnight cries, she came a long way.
'I must call Nina, so what she wished me late in evening, at least she remembered my birthday.But it would be so awkward to call after 2 months.But then again I promised to be with her through thick and thin..
Was she there when I was losing it all?'

Does this mean Im that lonesome person whose existence doesnt matter to people who vowed to take care of her? Lets roll back.So who all called me in past 7 8 months? A few of my girlfriends from school, 2 who are in town but im there "just in case" friend...
Oh my god! Theres practically no body to whom my existence matter! I had taken the first steps to be in contact but it simply doesnt bother them.What a fool iv made of myself infront of Ajay when I told him that i have people in my life.

Its time to accept it.I better.Maybe its the following phase after the shatter.
Like when the glass, made out of perfect coincidence of barren sand when struck by sudden lightening, form into an amazingly beautiful bond- Glass, taking a particular shape, and has to be handled carefully until a small crack appears..and then the crack is glued just so to make the glass continue to dazzle by its beauty..but the scar remains..and then one day a bigger crack breaks the glass to shards..
For a long time these shards through their peculiar shapes and sizes reflect the bygone light and make u realise what wonderful dream it was once..and leave u mesmerised for a long long time..
You try to pull it again, trying to join all the peices..day after day u work on it and wonder what if it again takes back its original shape and beauty..But darling..it wont happen.

When you are done trying..and I hope you soon learn to give up that..you make the bitter decision to leave the shards..the peices..
Its time to move to another beach..

Thursday, May 12, 2011

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Another rainy day.A perfect co-incidence of the pours and the office shuttle.
"I wouldn't make the same mistake today" and she left the stuck shuttle to walk to the nearest bus stand 1/2 mile away.'I need to shift an apartment thts close.I can't travel 4 hrs everyday! Also i should buy sum vehicle of my own.it would be fun.maybe i shud join these atr classes.They teach good stuff.Im not desperate for making friends but I wont mind if I...
A freaky driver sped fast in the muddy pool splashing all the dirty water on her brand new suit.'I hate this city'.I should have abused him or atleast yelled out at him.Ohh forget it.
I dont have any guts.I shudnt have left the shuttle.and now walking on this muddy pavement.why do I even pay taxes...
And another arm smudge gave way to misty eyes..

Saturday, January 1, 2011

First day of 2011

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She was smiling..her heart was all smiling..it was new year eve.She was going home after a vry long day at work and things were okay.She thought after settling down with pasta and soup, a small treat to herself shell catch up a nice movie while snuggling up in her bed. Cleaned up the kitchen and took the dinner with her favourite movie on laptop she was contend.After turning down 3 invites for a new year party she was convinced she did right.Never a big fan of lousy crowd or DJ or Pub she liked spending meaningful time with her loved ones.At midnight stroke she got uneasy and started to look for the indespensable mobile phone.Let me ring my best friends at least.

The first number went unreachable.Ghosh! why always the network problem.Another num and was busy. 'Stupid me.Ofcourse shes got a relationship to manage'.Nevertheless after last unsuccessful hit she thought of going back to catch up her forever pending movie.'Let me just check the facebook' and after wishing 32 people personally 2:30 pm convinced her it was right time to sleep.

At 4 she called up her brother just to check how everything's goin on.Things can go out of hands sometimes.
Maybe its better to drop a tear or two.First day should be a good balance as well.And the night went on.

So when the first rays swept in her blanket she knew it was time to stop.Let me not spoil the first day.She smiled and tried to sleep which came easily to those tired eyes.

And the first day of the new year was just like any other day.

Saturday, December 4, 2010

Azzadiyaan(UDAAN)

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Pairon ki bediyan khwabon ko baandhe nahi re, kabhi nahi reMitti ki parton ko nanne se ankur bhi cheeray, dheere dheereIraade hare hare, jinke seeno mein ghar kareWoh dil ki sune kare na darre, na darre

Subah ki kirno ko rokein jo salaakhein hai kahanJo khayalon pe pehre daale woh aankhein hai kahanPar khulne ki deri hai parinde udh ke choomengeAasman aasman aasman

Subah ki kirno ko rokein jo salaakhein hai kahanJo khayalon pe pehre daale woh aankhein hai kahanPar khulne ki deri hai parinde udh ke choomengeAasman aasman aasman

Aazaadiyan, aazaadiyanMaagey na kabhi, mile mile mileAazaadiyan, aazaadiyanJo cheenay wahi, jee le jee le jee le

Subah ki kirno ko rokein jo salaakhein hai kahanJo khayalon pe pehre daale woh aankhein hai kahanPar khulne ki deri hai parinde udh ke choomengeAasman aasman aasman

Kahani khatam hai ya shuruwaat hone ke hai (hone ke hai)Subha nayi hai yeh ya phir raat hone ko hai (hone ke hai)Kahani khatam hai ya shuruwaat hone ke hai (hone ke hai)Subha nayi hai yeh ya phir raat hone ko hai (hone ke hai)

Aane wala waqt dega panha haiYa phir se milenge do raaheinKhabar kya, kya pataa

Coz its numb.

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I want to live..one more day..
I want to breathe that air in my lungs..feel the gush..
i want to see the world..one more time..see the people..see the smiles..they exists..
hear the luaghter..the claps and the just once more feel the pain in the muscels wen i cant stop laughing..
I want to drench..one more time..in tears rolling down my cheek..when people around wipe them off..and u feel the care..
I want to feel..once more..the pain of being hurt..wen expectashns are broken..wen curses are are not wished to cum tru..
I want to fight..one more time..feel wen im heard..and agreed..or refuted..but im listened..
I want to tell..one last time..that i can tel secrets..and not worry that ill be judged..
I want to learn..again..that ill help someone..and be helped by sumone..
I want to know..before its too late..that life is much more then just being..
I want to sing..the songs i sang from the shared favs and know they are still shared..
I want to lie..once again..nt to myself..and be told tht im lying..
I want to hear..before the last..my own voice..and recognise it..
I want to count..not d days left..but the days i must have lived..
Coz its numbness filled in..
 
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