:)

Life is beautiful.
When you least expect something, it throws a bouquet of fresh flowers at you!
As it was Unlike my disposition, I was surprised to see myself leaping off my feet to
catch the flowers before they fell to the ground.
And Im glad I did so.
They have the most fantastic fragrance ever.
And seems like it ll last forever.
Glad I dint miss another train of opportunity, while dreaming away on Life's platform.

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a matchbox,
thats what I am.
They pick each part of me
and burn me out.
Slowly,
but steadily,
I'm dying out.

futile attempts at poetry (2005)

Me,
impregnated,
with guilt,
remorse,
no faith;
no trust.
My baby,
she died,
before,
seeing the world.


They walk,
they see,
they sit,
they stand,
they talk,
they smile,
and Me;
I just look.


Life's perfect.
But others think
It's not perfect for you.
So they begin
to dig in for flaws.
And sure come up
with a whole lot of them.
That makes living
difficult of me.
I'm happy.
But they think
Something's missing;
and keep telling me so.
And then;
In the end,
I'm unhappy,
like them,
About Myself.

Happy Birthday!

The Birthday is here already.
While most people look forward to it
in anticipation of wishes,
presents and a good excuse to get out
of the work place early
without having to worry about being paid
for only half the day,
I just wonder how better off I am on
the personal, social and professional fronts from the last year.

Morose indeed.

So this year I have decided not to be
all judgy-judgeson(copyright:U),
and be happy just for myself.
For the lovely friends I have, the family always supportive
and the brains that the man above gave me to succeed in life.

The wind,
the water,
the blue skies,
sunlight,
moonlit nights.
The smell of flowers,
the wet earth,
a warm sunny day
in the winters.
A cuppa of steaming
hot coffee,
Mocha,
chocolate,
Butterflies,
Flowers.
I'm glad to be alive.

It will be a Happy Birthday indeed!

Are you here?

Here with a Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough,
A Flask of Wine,
--and Thou
Beside me singing in the Wilderness--
And Wilderness is Paradise enow!

-Omar Khayyám

Scared-y Cat

Its a sunday and I should probably be out having some fun so that I dont crib
about wasting the only off I am to have for one whole week.

I know I should, particularly when I want to find more of the likes of me to hang out with, because sadly most people out there dont even get my humour.

(All my friends, being smarter, knew what this city would come to, have fled, without one backward glance.)

So anyway.

This has also been my fate lately when it came to meeting men, my parents "think" are just the right guys for me.
Its upsetting really.

My mother, on the other hand, begs to disagree. She says I should learn to respect other people's choices in life and their sense of humour.
I fail to see the connection.
But I will choose to keep quiet, it being my mom and all.

Anyway, the last experiment was a semi disaster, and it placed me in a situation where I had no control, so I'm scared to make any more attempts like that.

I choose to retrospect instead. Its potentially less scary, or atleast I think.

So, I think about things and about the men in my life and I think I can do better.
I also figure, that sometimes we have to take things the way they come,
and if you exercise too much caution, life's purpose is defeated.

I also figured that I'm not making too many memories now
as I'm too cautious in everything I do.
Which makes me really sad.

I used to be happy. Meeting people made me happy.
To correct myself, meeting informative people made me very happy.
They had so much to tell. and I, like a sponge, absorbing new information.
Its my food for life. Whatever be the source.
And caution, was a word I had never heard of.

But now, I am like that extinct russian dinosaur, who watches each step she takes,
lest it turns fatal.
Since when did I turn into a scaredy cat?

Inglorious Bastard

Sick of the robotic routine life that I lead,
I decided to give my Social self some air to breathe.
i had stifled it for too long, and it dint seem fair anymore. It was inhuman, and figured I d better mend my ways before the NHRC came knocking on my door.
The door is already begining to giva away anyway, with the constant banging by the maid, dhobi and all those who help me live my luxurious consumption oriented lifesyle.

So anyway, I had met this really nice guy one weekday, and decided to go out with him.

Now, what is a girl suppose to do if a really good looking and (apparently) gentlemanly guy is totally hitting on her?
And the slicing on the cake, asks her out?
How can you resist his charms(bastard!)?
I would have to be a homo to be so f****** immune!
Whatever!
Life is a lesson, and you learn it when youre through!
So,
all was good till he told me he's seeing this really young chick.
he says ..."catch them young and watch them grow!"
hah! child molestation that is you know! Peadophile! He should be hanged!
Whatever, and i feel bad and wonder about how old Im getting,
that men are saying these things to me !

To continue,
I think hes foreign returned (where Men are probably as cheesy as he is! )
so assumes its hep to make similies particularly using food and sex.
So when we're having a Xinger Burger .. you ll get points for guessing this one !...
BINGO!
He says... I loveeeee this. Having a Xinger is like having Sex!...
WOW! You are awesome man! A Burger .. Sex?
I know both are associated with satiating Hunger, But, dude? Huh?
Is there any comparison?!
And KFC fried burgers... can suck sometimes! (we were having that by the way.. .. he has bad taste! whatever! )

Anyway, after we come back, the guy has the cheek to want to come up to my apartment! bah!
Then I suggested we have coffee elsewhere.
But he insisted my place was better to hang out (smiling like the devil himself!)

Then in that moment, it hit me!
I totally refused, not really the way how i usually do it ... but succeeded anyway!
He just wouldnt give up for some reason!
Twenty minutes of sweet voiced denial, then a stern note.. that must have done it.
Gave a sigh of relief and ran for my life.... inside the apartment.
Thanked God (which I seldom do), my boarding school education, and eight years of solid experience this city has handed over to me ...
even if it hasnt been in a beautifully wrapped basket!

He was looking for fun. Me, silly me, wanting to have something meaningful.
I should have seen it coming, but maybe Im a little rusted from socializing so less.
But im glad i went out with him.
I have learnt my lesson.
Beware of the inglorious bastards who come hidden in sheep skin.