Waiting for Love

Have you ever waited for Love? I think most of us consciously or subconsciously await love to find them, to hug/engulf them and take them to it's magical land where all is well...always...the descriptions for this 'land of love' are so numerous that the 'actual land of love' (if it exists) must be having a monthly review of all of them under it's 'suggestions' section to make necessary amendments to facilities and culture.

So what is this 'waiting for love'? is it being in love and waiting for some signal to make you realize that it's love already? or is it waiting for someone to make you realize, (to blurt it out, so that it sounds so sweet and you look so innocent or unaffected by it), or waiting for someone to realize that you have fallen for them?

It can be any or all of it. Unfortunately I don't believe in the category of people who don't have anyone in their lives, with whom they want to fall in love with. They are being too optimistic or simply dreaming off their time if they are waiting for some unknown/unseen prince charming/beautiful princess. Neither do I believe in the category who marries someone and then wait for love to happen, I agree that it may very well happen and one can enjoy all there can be of Love, but I feel you don't really have an option than to Love each other. It is more like having paid a tip instantly after entering a restaurant and then waiting for good service and food.

I have been waiting for love for some time.....and I know it is most difficult patch of one's love life. You can't concentrate on anything else. May it be work, parents, friends, studies nothing. your world revolves around you  who in turn revolves around that person. You like her likes and her dislikes, her friends and boyfriends, you wish to know about everything there is to know, read, talk and listen about her and somehow relate yourself to it...It can get difficult at times, especially if she has been through more of such kind of relationships....everyone carries their baggage and so does she....

Worst part of it is, you know from the beginning whether it will work out or not, but you pursue it irrespective of whether it will work out or not. Only thing you can do now is to wait......you can't tell anyone, especially your best friends(their can be multiple nowadays with the advent of social networking) as they know everything about you as well as her/him and will instantly lash out at you for being such a moron to get so deeply involved.

Sleepy......have been awaiting something....don't know what......however unpractical it may sound, you want it to happen.......so you try for it.....more ........soon.....till then have a Gr8 time.

aadha ishq

Addiction is bad they say, I bet they are right, but what do you do if it comes in a form so adorable, so easy going, so bubbly.....you surrender......I don't know where to start from, coz there is no start or end to this.....is it that sweet aroma when she involuntarily plays with her hair or is it that refreshing smile that never fails to cheer you up.....but what sends my heart pumping at 340kmph are the delicate suggestive glances and stares.....smiles of knowingness and acceptance....without any form or shape there are so many bonds.....

ahem ahem....too much for 1 post....especially when the post is supposed to be about 'aapla'. Beach, Fish, Chicken, Beer, Cricket, Temple Visits, Sleep, and Dance  with a pinch of monsoon....well this defines pretty  much any random holiday in Konkan region. But ours is special.....(like everyone else'). It was an escape, from routine life and from college, from tasks and deadlines....from local trains and back pains....and what an escape it was...the only thing it took from us was the boringness of our lives.....it made us special, blessed, enviable....

There is so much to write about, and my brain is not helping me......however, I am going to rebel....as usual!...Now imagine a big pallet of colours, filled with awesome classic sky blue, he threw it into the infinity with the finest stroke of his hand, and there came the sky into existence....a few rocks crumbled up to form the mountains and greenery for the garnishing....a long road dividing infinity with infinity.....evening with blueness intact, the breezes proving the existence of a rain nearby...sitting on front seat (next to driver) and a couple and the bubbly sitting in back.....how can this possibly get romantic....oh wait, her legs are paining due to the excursions during the day.....and yes, she keeps them into the gap between the door and his seat...he starts to play with the fingers...his fingers get entangled in hers.....while her thumb and forefinger(what else do you call first finger of leg?) enact a crab and his ones enact a human being playing with them.....risking his life, careful yet playful....how can this be romantic?......some stupid female voice singing 'aadha ishq, aadha ishq, aadha ho jayega.....kadamose miloka vada ho jayega....'...only a stupo can think this is romantic....and i definitely m not
one....neither m missing anyone or anything now....neither m listening that song on loop....nope....
more....later....

Suresh Verma

Benchod Sutta, sutta na mila.....Benchod
The happiness of pronouncing the very word Benchod was evident on his face, it was beyond measure. Sutta, Daru, Hukka, Talli public and Suresh Verma dancing flat on his back on the floor voicing the choicest of bad words remixed with songs lyrics and intimidating actions..... experiencing all of this first hand - Priceless......."Delhi ki yaade taza kardi bhenchod. ma ki, sala aaj maine bohot dino baad wo kara jo delhi me sala bhenchod hamesha karta tha.....maza aa gaya yaar ben da." He was confessing in me. "e Suresh "bhag d k baja raha hai, aaja" and there he goes once again shouting the song dancing in his very own style with extra emphasis on Bose D K.......2 guys were on top of him doing 'bollywoods favourite intimidating, seductive, angry, revengeful, aka all in one nagin dance' while Suresh was encouraging or alluring them with a hand gesturing availability of more of his Body Parts. Fun it was.

In just few moments he painted a life size painting of his own, which was 'todu' as compared to what his office image is. He is very descent in office. Always prefers to call people with more polite adjectives and voice not rising above a certain decibel level. Doesn't complain even if he doesn't agree with something, he will follow it all the way till he can. Wears specs and has fine sense of formal dressing. Descent. Suresh Verma the Implementer.( MBA.)(from RAI university)

Suresh Verma......a Dellhite at heart, lost in the crowd of Mumbai trying to find his way up the 'carrier' ladder. Pehn Da..... :)

A Pat on the Back

To re-instate your faith, to clear your mind, to take you back to the running track....a pat on the back in time by the right person and at right time saves 9.

Sometimes its the same thing that we have heard from many people before but it coming from a particular person has unmatched impressions. That one moment decides your fate for the rest of the race, if you don't get that nitro booster in time then you disqualify yourself and then there is no way to get back, you loose hopes. A few lucky ones get it in right time by the perfect person while some brighter souls take it upon themselves to turn their hands 180 degrees and give a successful pat themselves.

Whichever way it is, it is crucial. I got mine in time.
Thanks to all the charming souls out there.

Ishq Sufiyana

Tere Vaste mera ishq sufiyana, mera ishq sufiyana mera ishq sufiyana....
kay sunder asta na he feeling, the feeling of being in love......its strange that people can never exactly tell that whether they are in love or is it just a feeling of feeling of falling in love....
How do you feel it then, you are watching some movie (any movie for that matter) and suddenly a scene or dialogue reminds you of someone, and then you are no longer following the story but you are running a story of yourself parallel to the movie....you can dream of romantic drizzle with rainbows and go all giggles with the thought of a sensuous rain dance while the hero in current movie is mourning loudly over his mothers death.....(you are dead meat if you are hanging out with your friends.....just the thought that they will torture you for months to come terrifies you more than the real torture....the nice drizzle is replaced with a heavy downpour and beautiful clean streets are turned into muddy potholes....order another round of beer and pizzas if your friends are guys and probably you will survive the night..)
its worst when you are with parents (especially if you are officially the groom/bride to be age) when you go into one of those (imaginary)flashbacks at the lunch table when your mom is eager to pin point that you don't pay much attention to anything that they say and it's time you settle down..(a sharp nosed aunt will really take the pains to escort you the last mile towards grave by giving a word-by-word account of how her far flung relatives daughter/niece/son/nephew etc. did something that any person should not be discussing on lunch table) and then all you can do is push aside the rosy pictures you are painting of you and that beautiful person away for a while and eat without uttering another word.

But do we really fall in love as many times as we think we do? is it really love or overdose of romantic flicks or novels or pushy friends or overexcited hormones? what is love then? is it a search of another mind by our own to take away the loneliness created for the very purpose of fulfilling this need? or is it plain simple desire coated in the form of a subtle and acceptable way by our minds? or is it something you see in the KJo movies and hundreds of thousands of poets and authors and filmmakers have defined as?

I think that I have had a fare share of love in my life and when I ask myself these questions the answer changes every time based on the person I am in love with.....but it's never so clear to be stated and understood. It is a feeling that is more to be experienced than to be told about.....but then how does one know whether it's love he/she is experiencing or something else? (shut up I say to my intellectual half) as many have told in many films, "You'll know" ;)

The Verdict and The Learning Curve

It took me 24 months to learn and accept the term called 'Sharing'.
My mom thought I was a slow learner. I told her today, our country took 60 years and is still under the process. She says, "you are still a slow learner, its been 10 years since the first time I introduced you to the term called Politics".

DIRTY CONFESSION

How much you brooded inside
How much you bled


Your only demand was to be treated equally
Your only demand was to be heard


Your only demands were so silent
That your own conscious wept inside you
The weeping was loud yet unheard
And the demands un-granted


Once in a while
Came through a translator
He conveyed your feelings
He conveyed your pain


He was unheard or caved in the prison
Abolished from the herd
He fought for you
Or his conscious


But you never rose for yourself
The half of you is still waiting to be rescued
Waiting to be guided
Waiting to be lead


You ask the lord when will it end
Or will it ever
I pray to the same lord everyday
To make it over


Then I go behind the idol
Whisper secretly in his ears
That the day you listen to my first wish
Also grant me one other


I don’t want to see that day alive
I don’t want to be the one deprived
As the era of male domination will end
A peaceful yet brutal revenge it will send


Am I a male chauvinist?
Yes I am I behest
But it’s better than being
The dead descendent of a powerful sect