Fallen to the Ground.

Thumps on the earth.

Vapours dance their way up.

Twigs sway and give in to the cold bliss.

Fallen leaves circle their way round.

Puddles welling up.

Wish the ripples would just stay.

Worms wriggle their way out.

Drenched feathers under shadows attempting flight.

A nest fallen to the ground.

The little ones gaze on, confused.

Wet grass. Murky waters and mud fights.

A sapling that toppled over, drowned in careless joys.

A shoot that gushed out, kissed water.

Drains overflowing. It's monsoons again.

Blurred windows at the red light.

Frantic run to the roof to pick clothes from the wire.

So glad it finally drizzled, says she,
Sitting behind that glass wall.
Beautiful sight. Dozed off in the air-conditioned room.

Lovers' Labyrinth

Maybe they've seen a better place,
Been through a better phase.
One that lasted forever.
Not because it was brimming with delights and smells.
Because they never tried to win, something that was never a race.


Umpteen disappointments, and another truckload later.
What was seen, was peaceful togetherness.
Because there, what actually and only mattered for once, was love, and nothing else.


For he had been through it all.
He knew of roses, eyes and kisses.
And also knew, these weren't what she saw in her own eyes.
When she walked on the grass,
She longed for a heartfelt smile on his face,
A glance of that, and away she would go.


A tear in her eye, and he wouldn't say a word.
She wanted it just like that.
When they realised they couldn't be themselves in the midst
Of a multitude of clashed perspectives.
Each went home, knowing what was, is, and will be. Content.




They knew they had to part ways.
But they knew, their hearts were bound for eternity.
So what at first appeared a haze,
Seemed now to be the best they could have ever received.
As they walked in opposite directions, they only felt closer than ever.

If Looks Could KILL

No denying that I would definitely think myself luckier if the guy I fell for, was a dashing hunk. Or even cute for that matter. Basically, if he had a 'flaunt-worthy' face, I would be even happier that I got mentally hooked on to a guy who is good-looking. Not that looks have ever been an important criteria for me. Maybe because, there used to be a time when I would go berserk the moment I spotted someone turning the camera in my direction, or the fact that I couldn't bring myself to staring at myself in the mirror for longer than two minutes, happens with many of us while we're adolescents. Maybe because I know what it's like, to have felt acutely diffident about my looks, one time. And that even now, each time I get raving compliments from someone, I do not automatically elevate my 'a guy's looks standard' in mind. I do not start saying to myself like a fool, laughing the laughter of a donkey, that 'Oh, now on I will show interest only to guys who're this much hot and physically appealing. So many compliments did not make their way to me for nothing. It would be most embarrassing to be spotted with a guy who's just decently hot.' With some girls, that's something they religiously do. A spate of compliments come their way, and they'll be acting like they're the only female left of the species, on the planet. And some guys, would add to that, by actually paying attention to such sick behaviour. Pitiable.

Then there are people who'd congratulate you heartily when you animatedly tell them about your new boyfriend, only to add that caustic statement in the end- 'But I think you deserve better. You're so hot. She/He could have found better suited to his/her standards in the looks department.' All you manage to say is 'Oh, I rather find him cute!' or a 'He loves me like crazy!' and paste an almost apologetic smile on your face. When what you really feel like saying, could be,

'Oh he's not good enough for me? Aww. . He's not your boyfriend, now, Is He? If you don't wanna see his face or something, put on your shades when he comes.' 

Then again, if there's a hot chick + nerd couple spotted somewhere, people around won't take a minute to start thinking of reasons of 'what led her to do that?', while the couple is having a great time laughing and canoodling, not giving two hoots about people around. People around behave like it's a chemical equation gone wrong. Almost like they spotted a gay couple making out or something. Tearfully, someone would say- 'Good heavens, is she blind?' 

Many of us demand we have the right to date only hot guys/girls. By that logic, you ought to as much physically appealing, too. Now what about the ones who're not good-looking themselves? What if the prettiest of girls turned ugly for an instant, or what if, you saw your crush in an oily hair-humongous specs on-ill fitting jeans and shirt avatar? I wonder where all the love would go. That instant, you'd be earnestly wishing, since love ain't blind, you were blind. 

Would be nice to go for Dark & Ugly creams and lotions, if ever available, someday; rather than the Fair &; Lovely crap. Just to see how people's smiles shortened and gestures turned cold with time. Or how many proposals you got while you went lower on the Hotness Quotient each day. But then again, none of us would actually do that. We all know why.

Better to fall for people than faces, I say. For those who insist they'll only stop at finding a hot guy/girl to go out with, but haven't found much luck so far, might as well go find a life-size barbie and some dildos.  

My favourite hot girl and geek guy couple, Max and Naomi, from the show 90210. :) :D

How To Fall In Love

[Perverted interpretations are encouraged, at the right places]

Seriously, I have no clue about this one. And will probably never figure this one out. Far from being perpetually love-induced unlike some close friends [not that I abhor it], the only reason why this is my second blog post on this topic is because, well, I was out of topics to write on, my friend suggested a few things, and this one seemed toughest, and that was reason enough!

So, yeah, don’t expect me to write anymore than what the title literally entails. I wouldn’t be surprised if by the end of reading this you ended up laughing your insides out, instead of the anticipated gush of ‘I Knew I Am in Love!’ For both of those who’re not into the ‘love is all around’ syndrome and the ones who believe that ‘Love is very much all around’; well, you should take a read. Let’s cross out all our experiences, good or bad and just think that we’re living this one, as long as we read. What must be kept in mind, is that I’m writing purely out of imagination.  So, you’re a new sophomore. You find some, no; quite a few eye candies around. It’s nice to think of going out on a date with Each of them, one by one, each day. Even nicer to think that you’re asked out by them, in order of your favourites. Life seems blissful already. Months go by, there’s plenty eye contact during classes, and more after classes, if you know what I mean. Someday that all-time-favourite chick is looking all shrivelled up, and not that hot, and you don’t want to say no. And then you flash a bright, wide smile at the girl next to you, hold her hand tight and skid off. The next day she’s back to looking all sizzling and propped up, literally, so are you, [naturally] and you both behave as if nothing ever really happened, and head out after classes.

                    Couple more weeks down the line you get bored, actually. You zero in on someone, so does she, over a couple of meetings and things seem great, this being your first stint at ‘relationships’. You’re pretty happy with the smooth sailing, you never have to bother about that front. Things get lovey-dovey and you guys actually start doing little things for each other, missing each other. One fine day, she ends it. States reasons, keeps it short and sweet. You accept it all, because you know you were being rather selfish. She finds someone else soon enough, you don’t try and act like the jealous ex and run after her like a love-sick puppy. You yourself were eyeing other girls, it was time to move on, after all. That’s what she said to you, come on. A fortnight later, you are with a hotter, no not sweeter chick. You find yourself falling for her sooner than you’d ever think you would. And, she ditches you, after cheating on you a month later. You invite all your guy friends over for a sleepover, get sloshed. While you’re sitting on the corner of the bed, after you return from the washroom having puked all you want; you end up staring at your friend, and realise you’re smiling at him. He stands up, equally sloshed, takes your hand and you both go into the other room. Things happen, you both end up feeling great- ecstatic, happily exhausted- after weeks, months. You realise you’ve had your dose of girls, for the year. Then, you keep in touch and things seem to be going great for both till you both are on the verge of getting caught. You admit you’re no hero, and you cut off contact altogether. Things seem all blurred and vague to you. You finally have time on your hands to think over what happened over the past few months, and you don’t seem to have a clue. The inability to be able to come up with a logical sequence of events irks you no end. You’re scared, so you start off with your random dates and night outs again, with the hottest of chicks in the campus. And each morning after, you thank your stars you’re not entirely ‘gay’.

                 While you’re all focused on your academics and close to excelling at it, you still can’t get over the emotional whirlwind that went by the previous year. And what comes as a pleasant surprise is noticing you’re being eyed by a demure dame, someone whose presence you were not even aware of all these months. Neither was she. You are secretly infatuated with her, you like to check her out then and now. You go ahead to ask her out, and you discover you’ve been the butt of her jokes lately. You’re miffed, but not enough to stop liking her altogether. A few days pass by, and you see her taking even more interest in you. She flirts, and smirks, leaves. You end up realising she’s not all that coy, as you liked. Just as she would almost hate you on knowing you were a little into that close ‘bro’ of yours. You’re happy enough to see her play around, drop euphemisms, and you end up feeling more shy in front of her each day. Things grow intense with each passing day, neither says a word though. Come Monday, and you’ll ‘do something about it’. She doesn’t turn up. You’re restless by the end of the day. Angry. Tuesday’s here, and you’re on your toes. Classes over, you call her, she turns back, comes walking in confident strides. You’d imagined an entire conversation, guessed her responses, but realised things went a little off-track here. She looks into your eyes, with the ‘Tell me what’s been going on’ look, and smiles sweetly the very next instant. You’re confused, more than ever. Shyer, too. After five more minutes of no talk, only awkward smiles later, you just say ‘nothing’ and you both walk on. She’s close to sprinting, you realise. Grabbing her hand, you pull her into the classroom, kick the door, and you both embrace and kiss, walk out ten minutes later, laughing. Months later, you're still together.

Quite adventurous a ride this would be, if someone were to experience this for real. Many have. How many of you have been able to read up till here, is something I’d want to know, if I could. Some could term it explicit, weird- whatever term suits their fancy. Having written this as I thought, this is how ‘love’ should be seen, by people alike. You might as well end up liking it. Drop the notions, rigid conventions, go for those impulsive likings, to try and know what love is, for a change. The ‘How’ part will fall in place on its own. 

What Makes You Happy.

As I type out words for my next post, things are changing. Everywhere. Not all of the transitions are conspicuous, though, like some changes catch us off guard, and are often the drastic ones, and we're again left questioning ourselves about 'free will'. Some trivial things when no longer a part of our lives, of our routine, do indeed make the greatest of impact on us.

                       Being a Delhite, I'm one of those who's always up for street food. They're not snacks to me, I can have an entire meal of chaat, paani-puri, and tikki, let out a happy burp, too. :P At the street vendor's, I love popping the entire golgappa into my tiny mouth, and enjoy it. Earlier, I'd cringe at the thought of doing that, and eat them in halves. It didn't look nice, you know. Bleh. As if that did not spoil the fun, anyway. Now, I ask for the khatta paani, a dry paapdi, without giving two hoots at how the teary-eyed people gulping down their golgappas stared at me. When I go to Haldiram's, at a mall or somewhere, the very thought of having golgappas and that instant excitement, don't make their way on time in my mind. All I feel is, okay, yeah. I can have paani-puri all right. The sight of the gloved hands placing the paani puri and stuff takes away my appetite. I enjoy the food, for the thrill. When you're unwell, with an upset stomach or a sore throat, Nothing is more thrilling than having that plate of your favourite street food, against your mother's incessant warnings regarding the same. Who Cares If You Fell Even More Ill? It's the memory of having eaten to your heart's content despite that, that you would laugh over, for a long time to come. Seriously, the over-emphasis on hygiene makes one lose appetite, instead of being more convinced.
                     
              For kids' birthdays, themed parties are the in thing. Gifts are exchanged, cakes are ordered, and so on. Do kids really even enjoy, or understand what's going on at these parties? Do they even know what's being celebrated? When you have cupcakes being distributed, cupcakes of which the major upper half is merely non-edible decoration, and the small piece is the cake which would be gone in two bites. Gone are those days when birthdays were celebrated at home, with home-made delicacies disappearing in minutes, with presents being given that needed not be grand and expensive-looking. Take your child to one of those themed birthday parties at a mall or somewhere, and your kid is sure to come back home asking for something like that on his next birthday. Why not? They all want something the other has, we've all experienced it as kids. But then, it's not the birthday being celebrated, it's more of an ostentation, where many kids end up feeling worse because their parents cannot afford to throw grand, lavish parties like those, the birthday kid is clicked each time he receives a gift, or gives a return gift, and is shown around to one and all, dresses in his/her best clothes.

             To be able to say you've truly enjoyed the day, when you're about to doze off, would be when you'd start laughing or smiling again when bits of memories of what you did come back to your mind at random, and you almost forget about your sleep. And you don't even realise when you've spent another few minutes thinking of how great the day went, what all you did. Spending year after year, working wherever you do, to be best able to provide your loved ones with the best, is something is everyone seems to be working on. And that's a great thing to do, undeniably. But sometimes, people nearly forget that after attaining a comfortable position in life, because of the numerous contacts, friends, acquaintances they've built over the years, because more people know you and you know them, means more than just that; and is not just something to be only glad about. It's nice to let people know you're having fun, but only when you really are. It's not the bragging that counts, because people will animatedly, curiously ask to know more. If you start seeking permission to have fun, you will never be able to. Because there's rarely someone we find now, who says and does things, unabashedly. When we give up doing things we truly love, we do not remain ourselves. Unless we find as great and enjoyable things, which is hard to come by. And then, a contrast builds up. One that would be utterly lurid, when placed in juxtaposition. It would be so not because you had brought about that change, but you let it happen. Change is not always for the better, that way.