I may have tried to “man-up” bidding you farewell even though it’s for a week, as I write this, tears start to make their way out, force themselves out in the open. Been together for the last 15 months through thick and thin, it isn’t that easy to just let you go. Just to ease myself in this humdrum that’s going inside me, I ordered an extra strong coffee without sugar, taking a sip while thinking of you and writing it down here. I was asking you to be strong, but the truth is I am as weak as you when it comes to saying you goodbye.
As I write this, I’m already in tears, sipping that coffee, sitting in public, thinking of you. I still have a long drive ahead of me (430kms), and will be missing you badly there. Sorry I cant write further, as I have myself to console. Well on the brighter side, I get to play my playlist while driving without annoying you.
Happy flight. See you in a week.
Sarcasms aside, higher authority actually deserves the title. What do I do? Wake up, get ready, have my breakfast, go to office, come back, go to club, freshen up, dine, and have a few chit chat moments, and go to sleep. All of my day’s work counted on 10 fingertips. But to make chores of my life be counted on 10; a hundred works go uncounted in the background.
From simple stuffs like changing sheets to taking the big decisions; all goes through the higher authority. We have a pact; the higher authority takes all the small decisions- things to buy, things to cook , finance related and all while I take all the big decisions- like should the country impose this law? Where are we going with the financial crunch in the country and how do we tackle them and all. Our work is cut out clearly. Read More
I don’t believe in luck and fate, they are just illusions. But sometimes it feels good to mock the god, cursing him for the bad luck and blah blah… What happens is all our doing, but still mocking him gives a sense of humor. I think that we are all just puppets, with him holding our strings, and at times he would be saying to himself, “Lets have some fun, let’s give a twist in this guy’s life…let’s mock him”. And so God and I continue mocking, and enjoying this stint between us. Just to mock him, I think whatever happens, happens for good; it’s just that I am the exception in every case.
Its been exactly three years since my first blog; and I’m still where I was that day… Well for a change – got married, got my domain (had to pay, obviously) etc etc. This was one medium where I got to write my thoughts and share on a vast platform, which otherwise lay between the pages of various diaries. Smartphones caught up, and it became easier to jot down ideas anywhere everywhere. And the transition happened: from pen and paper to an electronic medium. Read More
The day was over and dinner done with. Bae and I were talking something, while she streamed something on Youtube. I kept watching her, and instantaneously the first two lines came out. And then the poem continued, reminiscent of the days.
Sleep or you,
it’s hard to choose.
Tired eyes, curious heart
It’s gonna be hard,
As one has to depart.
The blue tick says you read
Sleep hanging there
barely by thread
Waiting for your reply
Comes in the blink of an eye Read More
Ever tried to sleep the entire morning off on a non working day? If you were successful, I am so very jealous of you right now. One thing, then another, then another and they all conjure up together to keep you from having your wishes fulfilled. Damn it!!
Ever faced the same situation? I feel for you bro, and if you are one of those rare specimens who were just lucky enough, I wish I had some of your rarity. What do you eat? Let me know.
Frustration can be consuming. Simple tasks to rocket science, if frustration finds a way into the mind, it transforms the human into an entirely different entity. I can’t help it when the higher authority says she is frustrated. And when the higher authority gets into such a mundane situation, you know who has to suffer. All I can do is try to console, but trust me… it’s like touching fire to see how hot the flame is. You might get your answer but burn your finger in the process. Every step has to be a careful one, every breathe has to be calculated, and thousands of thoughts cross the mind at what might have been wrong, or to be correct, where I might have been wrong. Somewhere sometime something in the past has to do with this. Something deep forgotton in the sands of time, something you would have done 10 years ago, but something is there. And you can’t actually defend yourself in any way. That’s a henious crime. And if you think silence is your best weapon, you are wrong my friend. Very very wrong. Read More
“You are under arrest”, said the police officer.
“You are guilty”, said my darling.
I guess laws of police are little more lenient for the normal public than are the laws of the house for me.
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