One Love

Have been thinking abt this for too long. I know I dont have what it takes to tell u what I’m thinking… What I’m going thru…. I know ur answer though… N I’m dying from within..
U’ve ripped me of my words but I still manage to mumble a decent “Hello” wenever I meet u..
U’ve blindfolded me in all ways possible but I still manage to find u in me..
I want to hold ur empty hands, search for ur fingers, kiss ur eyelids n reach for ur heart n soul… Possible? Will u gimme that ONE CHANCE?

For u

Ram, I know u hate being mushy n that u r strongly against any sorta PDA. So I dont know if u’ll read this n even if u do, u r gonna say “HOW FILMY!!” Nonetheless, here’s one more:

Sometimes I feel I dont know u. But the moment I look onto ur eyes, I feel I know u more than I think I do! For those eyes make me feel beautiful!! When I’m with u, I feel eternal bliss… When I’m with u, every drop of rain, every glowing flame feels so pure…  I never ever thought I could be so in love till I met u.. N now all I wanna do is love u till my last breathe…

I love u soooooo much Ram!!!! Thanks for coming into my life n making me urs!!!!!!

Slapppppeddddd……

I have actually lost count of the number of times when I’ve heard this from Ram (I love u baby!!) “This unnecessary aggression n speed is not gonna take u anywhere.” As if he’s reading my mind when I gave him that OH-PUHHHLLLEEEEZZZ-NO-GYAAN-AGAIN-look, he’d say “Life n time will have their own way to teach u that”…. Have been listening to all this for the past 5 years (talk of being perseverant in instilling brains in my head, hehehehe)!!! But today I think he cudnt have been more rite in the choice of his words. The BITCH (read Life), did it today!!!

The day started off as usual with me running here n there to get my morning chores completed so that I cud hit the gym n take off to my work from there… This happens while im crossing (read WALTZING, SASHAYING….) the road. Well, u r thinking rite, im every driver’s nightmare come true… My cell rings n i stop rite in the middle of the road to answer the call… Clever, aint i??? A lorry whizzes pass thru n its Goddamn iron surface hits me in my joint/elbow… the impact is such that i get tossed over to the other side of the road n i get a hairline fracture in my left leg (i dunno of its true, u can talk to Dr. Parikh to get that confirmed) …. Now now, if u are thinking i’d have learnt my lesson from this, PLEASE…. THINK AGAIN…. i get up, pick up my cell n start talking again! WHOAA… thats wen a young man (HOT he looked) tapped me on my shoulders n asked “Excuse me, Dont u have anybody waiting for u back home?” Well, while I’m writing this piece from my boss’ laptop (hehehe), the words of that man hit me. The bruises dint hurt me much n the fall dint gimme much bruises. But those words!!! OOOFFFFFF…… I felt as if that guy had slapped me hard n stripped me naked in front of the whole world………..

May be someone’s asking me to take things slow…

May be someone wants me to realise that I mean something to them…

 

 

Highway to Hell……..

There’s plenty of anger inside of me now. It’s a feeling of helplessness, a grief that I have inside of me, the cause of my anger. People around me have chose to keep mum n be POLITICALLY CORRECT. I know for sure that if I say what I feel, it’ll go against me, if not now, may be later. But IT WILL. So should I keep my mouth shut n pretend like all’s fine n do nothing abt it? Or should I do what I have always done, what I have always believed in??? If I speak my mind, can I expect help from unexpected quarters?  I better take a decision before the anger in me finds an outlet…. Coz that’ll spell mayhem…

Am I…?

My nights are lonely n so are my days

 I feel so alone in so many ways

My hours are lonely n so are my years

I feel so alone that it brings tears

My life has become so lonely that i feel like reaching for a knife………….

It is u…

1. I hate the way you left me without giving a sign
2. I hate your smile coz it makes me give in
3. I hate ur arms coz I feel safe n cozy in them
4. I hate the way u gaze at me
5. I hate it when u make me feel beautiful
6. I hate to admit that u’ve made a mark in my heart
7. I hate to admit that I’m in love

I hate to admit that it is U…………

Even stinkers wont help today…

Brrrr, i was pleasantly surprised to see that our attitudes towards certain things are similar…

Im walking down to my workstation n i heard some of my folks have a DEBATE abt “HOW CUD MR. MURTHY DO SUCH A THING????” i was thinking “Fuck u assholes, do u even know what ur productivity has been for this fortnite??? Before opening ur gutters have u ever tried to do ur job with say abt 0.001% of diligence????” So much of time was wasted that I had to  send some nasty stinkers to all the custodians of culture!!! Everytime i think “Sam DO NOT TOUCH ANY MODE OF COMMUNICATION WHILE U R ANGRY”, i’m required to send some blazing mails…. Not done man!

Just when i was basking in the glory of my mail which is gonna get all my subs jacked up to improve their productivity for this month, Richard Gere kisses Ms. Big Brother!!! SHIT……..

Floored!!!

It’s so humbling to understand that some people have all the time in the world to analyze all unwanted things. I think as a RESPONSIBLE citizen of this country even I’m supposed to exercise the RIGHT TO FREEDOM OF EXPRESSION. So wat do I think abt stuff like Sachin cutting a Tri colored cake, Mr. Murthy trying to save some of his foreign folks from embarrassment thereby walking into trouble, AbhiAsh wedding card coming out in the open, etc…

Sachin n the cake: I’m sorry but I quiet dint understand what the hue n cry was all about… (I was reminded of the video of Symphony of Destruction by Megadeth where the American flag is burnt to mark some kinda protest). Coz I think if a person is cutting a cake with something written or drawn on it, it amounts to celebrating the very same thing that has been written or drawn or whatever!! RITE????? How does that boil down to an insult? I really need to know the answer coz less than a month back I celebrated my birthday with my office folks where they got a Chocolate cake with my name written on it n asked me to cut it! N I did cut the damn cake rite at the place where my name was written but now this Sachin thing is freaking me out! Did my colleagues wanted to be a part of my birthday celebrations to make me feel special or did they have this urge to HUMILIATE me by making me cut my own name???? If it’s the latter, then I need to make a call to my lawyer!

Mr. Infosys: Ok, this man says he dint wanna embarrass his foreign dignitaries. He dint recite the National anthem. N that the anthem was played as an instrumental version. So wat?? Is that a sin???? A heinous crime??? I’m sure all the self proclaimed guards n moralists of our culture who are hopping mad at this start their days by honoring mother n sisters! What more, they cud even be wife beating, insensitive louts! I’m amazed to see these raucous souls are born as human beings… should have been a rodent, like a cockroach or something!!!!!!

AbhiAsh wedding card: WHOAA!!! Quiet a sight I must say! Poems, hymns n all…… Should have used some Swarovski crystals too!!! N some diamonds…. With Ash endorsing Nakshatra Diamond Jewellery, am sure it would have been apt to put all these in the card. So wat if the same amount of money cud have been used to feed 10 families in India for the next 20 years!!! Who gives a damn abt all those families?    

To be versatile or creative???

Heard this in one of my colleagues’ cellphone. Osho talking abt the word Fuck n its versatility!!! Cudnt stop myself from putting it here though I don’t remember most of what he said (many of u’d have already heard this). He says English language should be proud of the Fuck word coz it can be used as:

1.       Adjective: Mary is fucking beautiful

2.       Noun: Mary is a fine FUCK

3.       Frauds: I got FUCKED at the used car lot

4.       Ignorance: FUCK, had I known!!

5.       Trouble: I guess I’m FUCKED now

6.       Aggression: FUCK you.

7.       Displeasure: What the FUCK is going on in here?

8.       Difficulty: I can’t understand this FUCKING  job.

9.       Incompetence: He’s a FUCK off.

10.   Suspicion: What the FUCK are u doing?

11.   Enjoyment: I had a FUCKING time!!

12.   Request: Get the FUCK outta here.

13.   Hostility: I’m gonna knock
ur FUCKING head off!!!

14.   Greeting: How the FUCK are u?

15.   Apathy: Who gives a FUCK?

16.   Innovation: Get a bigger FUCKING hammer!

17.    Surprise/Shock: FUCK!! u scared the shit outta me!!

18.   Anxiety: Today is really FUCKED!

Talk of being creative!! Hehehe……

How hard is it???

Picture this: U r sitting in a board room filled with all the big shots of ur organization n u are giving a presentation on some very important topics to all these biggies. Everything’s is going great n suddenly a guy sitting right in the front row belches!! Not once but thrice in a span of abt 10-15 seconds!!! GROSSSSSS…………..

I don’t understand what it is with such assholes! Oh PLEASE, realize that u r in a BOARD ROOM that demands certain class n elegance. U don’t look clean n neat, seems as if u haven’t had a bath for, may be, months together. Ur shirt is not properly tucked in. n irrespective of whether someone’s looking or not u r incessantly fiddling with ur balls!! What sorta messed up mind does this in front of the top management?????? Do u have anything called as PERSONALITY??????? Or is it that u believe in the thing “Sometimes any publicity is good publicity”

I can very safely say that our country is the only country in the whole wide world whose educated people/citizens behave more horribly than illiterates!!

All I wanna know is “HOW HARD IS IT TO HAVE A BATH REGULARLY??????????!!”