An hour of solitude at the beach... An hour of contemplation... An hour spent to colligate the important things and important ones in my life... At the end of it all, its just love that withstands the test of times. A revelation!!

A fair weather what??

I had not even dreamt in my worst of dreams that my friends would fall into the category of the idiomatic "fair weather friends..." Was I stupid enough to have let this person appear only when needed??? This soul (gender intentionally made obscure)turned to me to have a drink.... turned to me to emit sorrowful stories and seek comfort outta my words... turned to me to have a good day... And why did this absolutely angelic friend of mine, turn to me??? Cos this angel did not have the current ubiquitous supporters (for whom I have been ignored now) at that point of time...

I do not expect always to be anyone’s first priority, but neither do I live with the idea of being used only as a contingency plan...I'd rather have three or four real good friends who would stand by me forever and not desert me when they find new friends or use me when they need me.... I prefer quality to quantity... As luck would have it, I have a few of these qualitative friends and it is with one of them that I have chosen to spend my life with...

"When we were like you..." Oh no, not again!!

Why is it that invariably all parents had less than what their offsprings have? Less money, less freedom,less choices... less of almost everything. And the worst part is they choose to remember this only when they don't wannna grant us the lassiez passer to do something.

Start watching a late night movie and mom wud b there with the stereotyped lies oops... lines," When we were like you, we weren't allowed to listen to even the radio. And u ppl today r hooked 24 hrs to the tv!!". I try giving a "So...?"-look, and straight she'd go to dad, kicking a fuss that I hardly know what respect is... I have no other choice but to put off the tv, lest our midnight argument disturbs our neighbours.

If I wanna bring home a guy to work on a project, I better b prepared to listen to the stories of how, "When they were like us", were not given the go-ahead to talk to boys or gals (depending on which parent chooses to counsel dat day). There'd b oodles of such instances..."we didn't wear anything except a saree those days", "our parents didn't give us any pocket money", " we used to travel only by a bicycle", etc, etc...

Now, don't think that am a spoilt brat who pays no heed to the words of my parents. I do understand what kinda life they lived, how unfortunate they were to not enjoy a life like we do... but why shud they keep reminding us of it everytime we wanna enjoy?

Time doesn't fly anymore...

After exams got over n havin been cut off from the world of entertainment for nearly a month, i had an urge to talk to someone.i picked my fone n browsed the contact list... there were 4 names dat i cud call up and talk, talk abt anythin under the sun- 4 of my nighest frnds. Called up the first one- out of range. tried reachin the 2nd one, but he was busy wid a customer. the hankering for a prolonged chat on the latest movies, gossips, the new entrant in barista's menu card, didn't materialise the third time too... she was busy wid some project. and the fourth one had switched off her mobile.

Not an extraordinary occurrence to be talked abt.nevertheless it jus made me realise how sequestrated i've become.
earlier, we used to talk endlessly, n make the telecom sector richer or be the centre of distraction in coffee shops...
earlier, we cud share feelings n understand each other...
earlier time used to fly, but now its tangled in the concerns of career and vexation of loneliness.
While all are occupied i sit here in front of this lifeless acquaintance n brood over such lilliputian occurrences...

yet i allay this feelin by callin it a phase that everyone goes thru... i'm jus bein over sensitive to things. once my career too takes a shape, these wud b things of yore. meanwhile dis period wud teach me the importance of frnds.

UNTITLED

I did something today that almost everyone does, but i don't know how many of them have thought so deeply about it... may be I'm the one jobless to muse on such things n to get confused too.

I killed a cockroach today. Sounds like a confession. Yea... I didn't wanna put that rude act of mine in poetic words.

I've never conciously done such an act. I usually shove these slimy creatures off n make sure that they survive after my gigantic fingers put them in another spot. But today's intruder was singularly huge. The very sight of him (yea..."him".Mark of respect for the departed soul,purely out of guilt) turned off my stomach. My face squirmed and I didn't think for a moment before murdering him with the usual weapon our forefathers taught us to use...the broom stick.

As he lay there unmoving, something crossed my mind..."What wud b the world like if everyone starts slaughtering whomever they find disgusting?? Can we really do that? Just because these insects r mute n they don't have rebellious frnds n relatives to attack us with vendetta, we go around takin millions of lives ... I know its highly impossible to live with insects n rodents all around- one sucks ur blood, one enjoys ur cookies, another jus answered nature's call at the corner of ur room... So r v justified in killing them?

HYPOCRITES

She draped herself in a splendid Kancheevaram Silk saree that harmonized with the ivory embellished neckpiece.The vanity bag fashioned out of the limbless, scaly reptile waited on the table to be carried by her while she fished her drawer for the watch with strap made from the world's finest alligator skin. White kidskin sandals adorned her feet and as she walked towards the gate, ill-starred Jimmy leaped up, with drooping tongue in expectation of his grub atleast today..."Two days deprivation of sustenance is a bit too much for that tattered, smelly shoe biting," his eyes communicated. Without any acknowledgement of that wretched creature's importune, she hurried off in the car... How could she be late for the meeting? SHE was the keynote speaker in the club on today's topic - "Animal Cruelty- A Misdemeanor".

Surprisingly SBI !!

Dunno how many of u have seen this campaign by SBI... Surprsingly SBI.The huge hoarding at Adyar and the ad in today's paper sure did catch my eyes. Wat caught my eyes was not just the immensity of the hoarding or the newspaper ad, but the words Surprisingly SBI. I can't decipher y a bank of such credibleness, one of the oldest wid a mindboggling customer base(they themselves have stated it in one of the ads- it has more customers than the population of Australia), use the word SURPRISINGLY. It shows the amount of diffidence they have in themselves... Aren't they positive that they r the best? Did they use it jus to make it alliterative?? But there r so many words beginning wid 'S', that can mark their surefootedness n wud make it alliterative too. R the ad makers at a loss of congruent words?

Wat I vehemently feel is that a bank of a such a standing must have used the words 'NATURALLY' or 'OF COURSE' or 'SURELY' or somethin akin to these.