She is her own sun

In world full of lies
In a world which mostly despise
she was told to keep her head down
to ignore the ones that passed remarks
to cover herself from all the stares
to be behave for people who didn’t even care
to feel content with what she had
to ignore the ones who made her feel mad
to make way for her brothers to shine
to take care of them when they whine
But remember, ‘O world!’
when you make her feel small,
she will rise
when you push her into darkness
she will shine
When you make the paths difficult
She will just try and try
when you make her look down
she will raise her head high
when you bind her in chains
she will fly
She is the hero of her story
She will woman up and find her own sun.
So stop coming in her path
and Go, find your own sun.
Go, find your own sun…

A perfect moment

They sit there in silence,
One of them busy with work while the other pretends
Not knowing when the silence will break
He decides to write in the end

When everyone wanted to groove on the beats
They decided to make silence their friend
She hums while working and all he can do is try not to look like a eavesdropper
He now tries to write something in the end

Secretly looking at her laptop to figure out what she does
He thinks about the million things to start a conversation
And suddenly she breaks silence by looking at the posters and his bad choice
He slyly attempts to write trying to not focus on the infatuation

This silence doesn’t seem so hollow
There is something soothing about it
Like this was the moment the life had been waiting for
There is nothing more needed than this
There is no perfect moment than this.
And she asks me about the things I write
I wonder how inspiration herself can fail to see what inspires me
She plays with her hair from time to time
I wish I could just capture this perfect moment of mine.

She shows me all this things that I dont understand
I wish I could be a little helpful or atleast could take a stand
But the moment is still perfect although I couldnt comprehend
She continues to work while I try to write in the end.

 

Imperfect Story

She believed in imperfections
He wanted a perfect story

She wanted to explore the world
He loved living in nostalgia

She loved to listen
All he did was talk

She loved the walks on the beach,
He  preferred the window scenery

She wanted to live in the moment
He kept himself busy thinking about the future

She didn’t believe in love stories
He was a romantic

She kept things simple
His dictionary failed to have that word

She said everything upfront
His heart locked a million secrets

She was focused
He kept zoning out

She had him
He had her

She was afraid of commitments
He was afraid of her tears

They knew they were opposites
But the world saw a different story

They kept looking for their Forever.
Forever waited for them to look at each other.

Forever

A perfect word to describe infinity,
or a misused word for affinity.
Some people search for it till they die
While others give up to believe that forever is a lie.

There was a girl who grew with a dream.
To search for her forever, because giving up for her was just too mainstream.
There were many disguise for her on the way,
but she knew her final destination was still away.

First came the friendship, stood in all shine.
To be with her in the good and the bad moments, all the time.
It promised to keep her smiling always.
But the forever here was just a phase.

Career came in, with the gift of hope
Promised to stay with her till the end, and also never let her fall down the slope
She tried to make it, her only endeavor
Growing old made her realize that it was only for while and not forever

There he stood, when her heart took a leap for the first time
He was the man people talked about, the one with armor and the shine
Her life without him was something she could imagine never.
he was supposed to be her, Forever.

After all this time,
Everyone failed to be there for a lifetime.
But giving up for her was too mainstream
She went on her pursuit to find her forever, her dream.

Naive Heart

Its difficult to make it understand
It has feelings but afraid to take a stand
It makes no noise
It also doesn’t let you keep all the choice

It is something we give when we fall for someone
And sometimes get it back in pieces when she is not the one
When in pieces sometimes it even gives up hope
It starts believing it can’t be fixed once broke

For all this while it is constantly put to test
But even after all of this it doesn’t ask for rest
Some people win everything, some people don’t find the right end but it stays with you forever,
The brain hates you because he considers himself clever

Your life will always be stuck in their constant battle
Sometimes the result might be in your favour but majorly always fatal.
Even though there will be days when your brain will hate you and give you taunts
But the heart wants what the heart wants

All your life the heart will give you signals
When happy it speeds up when sad it might get dull
There will come a time too when you regret not listening to your heart
But then it will be just too late to make a start

So its better to live now with no regrets
Because it all ends when the heart decides to rest.

When hope is not lost

Red and grey. All around. Everywhere. The city was never such a two-tone spread, but today. Everyone stood out in the

open, yet gasped for air. Eyes tryied to believe it was a nightmare and to wake up from this horrific dream. In time, reality sank in – that all their life, they were made to believe a lie. ‘As safe as a house’,  everyone said. And today their safety was buried in the ground. Everyone and everything looked the same. Covered in sweat and dust. Tears making faces wet.

After I gained some consciousness, I too searched for what mattered the most to me – my 12-year-old son, my life. In an atmosphere filled with carbon dioxide, I realised why they asked everyone to plant more trees. Maybe they knew what was coming.

I looked at people who survived this horror. The rattle marked 7.8 by Richter’s scale felt a little less damaging than the death of hope I saw. People had lost people from their family. I too had started to give up, though I didn’t want to. And when I saw a group of people gathered around what seemed like a kids body, I dragged myself there, feeling every little cloud of the air I took in, as it became denser with each step. I walked as fast as I could but my legs restrained themselves. When I reached what the horde had gathered around, I almost fell into the ground like a cup of brittle china. But instead, I had this strange look on my face – happiness and devastation. I saw my almost complete son, unable to move as his right leg was crushed under a slab, bringing the devastation. The happiness had far surpassed the devastation. I was happy I found my kid. But I was filled with a gush of pride, seeing what he held next to him.

“But when nature became inhuman, we learned how to be human ourselves.”

He had saved humanity, more than I could have taught him to save. In his careful yet firm cuddle, I saw Mrs. Smitha’s 3-month-old baby, crying, making me happy; happy for my son – a hero.

A once in a lifetime kind of love.

She placed the eyelash on her fist and closed her eyes and there was only one image flashing with the eyes closed. And she blew that away. So did the eyelash fall into a wishing well? Or it turned into a disappointment and releasing the hard fact that real magic doesn’t exist. Who was she? It will be difficult to describe her in words. Because there was no perfect adjective yet for her simplicity, honesty and a smile that the world could stop for.

The moment I saw her I knew she was someone very different.She dreamt with the passion of a kid.
She worked dedicated like an adult who couldn’t slogged every single second. She listened to everything with patience like an old lady.It was obvious people couldnt tell how old she was.
Alarm clock buzzing but the dream was at point where things couldn’t be left off. And then the cries from the phone became louder and louder. She tried to reach for phone with her eyes close. And clutched it in the third try. With too much light from the phone she almost had the urge to just bash the whole thing to the wall but damn those were expensive piece of gadgetry that was must to have. But when she saw the name flashing it was almost as if her heart stopped for a second. And the brain that was in piece for few hours during the nap time almost had an instant war with the heart. The thing about this cold war is no matter which side gets heavy you just feel like the person lost. Confused she was whether to pick it up or not. She wanted to talk to him probably waited for this call more than anything. But then she remembered What had happened. Finally the heart attacked the brains with all the power it could and she decided to answer the call. She kept quiet. For she didn’t know how to respond to. A formal hie was never their thing. And things weren’t the same anymore. But amidst all this. She heard heavy breathing and him crying over the phone. It seems like she forgot every single thing that had happened and said “siddharth”

She was a reserved person during the school day that’s what he thought about her. There were only a few girls in class but no one seemed to have caught his attention the way she did. And Impressed he was the moment he saw her but then he never knew that he wouldn’t be able to gather that courage for the next 2 years. She was popular during the school days. Though she was quiet people just Had her name in the conversation. Be it the juvenile teasing someone in class with her name. Or asking her for favours as she was the teachers favourite student. And someone who was always happy to help. He always sat on the bench next to her. He even talked to the person she sat next to. But never her. So the days in school passed by. They even went on a trip together from school with loads of other students. So in a class of 28 these two somehow never talked. he did think a few times “did she knew he existed or was he an invisible man.” He later found out the answer.

She was all confused now. It had been weeks since he stormed off. Leaving her in a jiff. 4 and half years of friendship. Trust and love faded in a blink of an eye. So why did he call now. Her heart kept on writing stories for brain to picture. Almost every Second a new story. “Can we meet now? ” she was baffled by this request. It was 2 a.m. she asked him “what happened ” “can we meet now, i am right. . Ouuutttt.t.tt side yooou..rrr. house. ” he was stammering. His voice never felt so weak. But then there came here sense of realisation. He was outside her house. Her parents were asleep and if by any means they got up and found him . It will be trouble for both. So she stood up and tried to sneak past living room towards the door. She opened the gate. And her eyes filled up with every emotion she had holded on to for weeks after he left.

Then one day suddenly she gets a text from a familiar name but with much of a surprise. She gets a hie and the name next to the “hie” was siddharth . She in her wildest dreams never guessed it could be him.He made a guessing game of the Message. But after all wrong guesses he revealed his true identity. She was surprised. But that surprise was a start of something big. As days passed by their frequency of chat increased and while she was busy with her summer exams. He stayed up all night with her. Telling her stories and sharing stuff. After that summer. Their chats became a regular affair. His day started with texting her good morning. And ended while waiting her to fall asleep so that he could write those long trying to be cute but turning out to be lame messages. But she always found those adorable. The bond of trust reached its max possible strength and they started to share their darkest secrets .. for the first 1 and half years of talking. They didn’t even meet. But they never stopped talking, and they never imagined that there will come a time that wouldn’t. He knew his love for her was platonic but she was his soulmate and he never felt more complete in his life. but then the jealousy kept on growing and came a moment where everything was senseless and there was no clue why or how it happened . so there came the dreadful night when she gets a call from him and he is rude,This was new. Of all the things they went through in their long friendship he was never rude not for one moment. Somehow it bothered her, how could he be different all of a sudden. Everything happened so fast she didn’t even realise how or why or what led to this. Confused from “is it his feelings for her” making him weird or is he taking out his anger of something else on her. He said his goodbyes and she didn’t know how to react. She kept on crying not knowing his side of the story. Days passed and she thought today might be the day he comes to his senses and texts her back. So many questions. So many answers awaited, and she knew the moment he texts or call she will ask him every single thing

There he was standing in front of her looking so fragile. His eyes were red, not the bloodshot red but red with grief. She didn’t say a word and hugged him. He didn’t hugged back like it was the last hug he ever will have. Resisting to let her go, he started crying heavily now and she didn’t know how to calm the matter down and in the back of the mind she was terrified what if someone got up and found her with him. She tried to comfort him so that he might just stop crying. And as he started to explain himself of what happened and why everything happened. She stopped him. Shushing him all she said was “it doesn’t matter. You matter and you are here. This is all I ever wanted.” There was a smile on his face and cheeks managed to spread even with the tears still falling like a waterfall, but in just one moment those feelings associated with the tears changed, from guilt to happiness just in one moment.

She came back to her bed. And almost next moment fell asleep like a baby. She got up from her bed and looked at the mirror, there was an eyelash on her cheeks. She kept it on her fist. And closed her eyes and blew that eyelash into her wishing well. And that wish already came true last night., all she wanted was him to never go away.

Sometimes if we are lucky there can happen a thing which stay with us for lifetime. And for them that friendship was something that rarely happens to someone really very very special.

Social Networking, Killing the Social us.

Don’t you hate when this happens, and we cannot even deny that something like this has never happened to us.

And boom. The twitter today saw a blast of tweets from people around the world tweeting about WhatsApp, 19 Billion dollars. I meant 19 BILLION DOLLARS.

Now the question comes is How can an app be worth such the money, Its because all we have now in today’s world is what’s online?
 Social Networking which brought in the new definition on how we live these days. An usual dinner with friends would be meeting at a restaurant, chit chatting for about an hour, eating food and then going back home. These days, you meet friends, you have to first make a tweet or a foursquare check in at the “fancy” place, then when the food arrives, Our first reaction is to click its pictures and put it on Instagram with the hashtags of course, then while eating food, you have to check your phone every 5 mins. WhatsApp me is the term we use these days, Even while having dinner or Lunch we feel like the person we are with isn’t more important than the smartphone in our pants(Yes, Even I am a culprit) .The conversation with your Friends is really limited and all the crap surrounding it, is a lot. The conversation about apps, games, movies, downloads is increasing and the one about friendships, plans, outings, picnics is drasticlly declining.  

It also has changed a lot of love stories these days.
A scene 8 years back would be like:
He enters the hall almost like a ballerina dancing on her toes, trying to make no noise. He peaks at the parents bedroom making sure they are asleep, walks towards the landline and silently makes a call while keeping one eye fixed at the parents bedroom, He has no idea what will he come up with if mom or dad walks in the hall but he is willing to take the risk. *Phone is ringing and the eyes fixed on the bedroom, as soon as she picked up the phone the door from the parents bedroom makes a sound. He immediately puts the phone down acting all sleepy showing that he was up to go to bathroom, mom has asleep looks at him, and the landline rings.

A scene now:
He whatsapp her I love you, she sends the kiss smileys back,

We care about the followers we have on twitter, who followed us, who unfollowed us. We have come to a point where even if a stranger abuses us, or someone unfollows us, we get sad. We compare the number of Facebook friends we have to find out who is more social. Everyone agrees that Facebook sucks, yet every update from getting up in the morning to taking a crap has to be shared with everyone. Every social networking site after a point gets annoying like that kid with the empty coke bottle and a straw. (Yes. That sound can even make you kill someone.)  What I don’t understand is people copying and pasting quotes from online as tweets and statuses. What are we trying to prove? Our intelligence to our friends? Or is everything about more likes or retweets, The number of retweets will never give you the happiness what that hug from the friend will when you get that knockout punch from the life.

But what is the root cause to this, I guess its the Humans, In somehow trying to become social, we forgot what is being social. 

I agree these things are important, but to what extent is now the question?

The hit recipe for making a masala Bollywood movie

The protagonist walks fearlessly against the villain and his 40 odd men, There isn’t any bullet that will go past this man. The bullet proof vest are for the sissies.

This is probably one scene which every person has seen who watches the Bollywood movies, I am not saying that every movies follow this recipe but those which do have seen success in the past. 100 crores, 200 crores(Yes, that is our mentality) the more the money the better would be the movie. Just when the movie is released, the first thing that crosses everyone’s mind is its gross. So here is the successful recipe of the high grossing turds.

Lets start

To make a Bollywood masala movie you need

• 6 pack abs, 1 Cup
• Romance in any European destination, 1 Cup
• Clothes,Chopped or Sliced, 1 Cup
• The Religion issue in love, 1/2 teaspoon
• fake punches and kicks, 1/2 teaspoon
• Originality, 1/4 teaspoon. Oh Sorry wrong ingredient
• Double meaning Jokes, 1/4 teaspoon
• Bikini scene, 1 Cup
• Father-Son issues, 1/4 teaspoon
• Copied music, 1/4 teaspoon
• Dubbing artist that cannot even remotely match the voice of the actress, 1/2 teaspoon
• Actress with no expressions,1 Cup
• Stereotype villain, 1 Cup
• Mother effect, 1/4 teaspoon
• College, where everyone is rich and comes to be in a relationship, 1/4 teaspoon
• Jealous sibling, 1/2 teaspoon
• Temple scene, 1/2 teaspoon 
• Anti-Physics law, 1/2 teaspoon
• Wheelies and Stopies with anything that has wheels!, 1/4 teaspoon
• Kisses to taste

And there it is. Mix all of them together in any order you feel like and you have a hot spicy 100 crore platter ready to be served. There are good movies too but there are some movies which even makes you doubt the existence of the a word called “logic”

 

To that someone who came and never left

Well what do I write about this topic which already hasn’t been written,

You just Google best friend and there are over millions of pages it gives you in result in some .03 seconds. Everyone has expressed it so beautifully yet everyone has his or her own version of things to say about that person. It is almost impossible to write about it while not having one such person in your mind. Well I continue with my version with that one person in mind knowing for a fact that everything I write will seem lacking in some way or other to express my true self.

We all have dreams, some that are fulfilled and others which are buried under some diaries. There are a very few people we meet in our lifetime whom we can share anything and everything with knowing for a fact that they won’t be judging us. Not everyone has that knack where they know you even better than yourself at times. It also doesn’t matter that you might like the same things as they do, you might even be completely opposite to each other. They knowingly or unknowingly show us a side of ours that it makes us want to fall in love with ourselves. These are not the ones who stayed for the longest but are the ones who once came but never left back.  There even might be some days when you have arguments but even in those moments we are sure that he or she will still be beside us no matter what. There are so many special moments that if even you ask someone why he or she is so special, you don’t have a reason. Those idiotic chats, phone calls, photos. You might not even realise but would end up chatting or talking to them on different platforms, on different apps and never comes a moment when it feels like this is enough for the day. You don’t have to think while typing, you just say what is on your mind. These might be very small and simple things but if we connect these simple dots we see the bigger picture that we don’t care about the world when we are with them and somehow they end up being the part of the world that is most important to us.

There are some people we meet in life, who have that magical touch which almost makes a way directly in your heart. Life is as tough as it is beautiful, sometimes while running after our goals or getting busy in daily chores we forget that somewhere that one person gives us small reasons to smile every time which is the prime reason of the beauty of this life and in search for big happiness we miss out on these small smiles around us. So just take a break, tell that person today what they mean to you and spread that smile on their face, what they have been doing every day for you. I have done my part. Have you?