Fiction: A call from heaven

Tring! Tring! Tring! The phone rang interruptedly and the voice screeched through the deserted room as the shade of the dappled sun flashed inside.  The house overlooked the sprawling view of a huge jamoon tree splayed outside in the forest,  inhabited by grasses and stray dog slouching on the green grass.   

The plopping water sound was lullaby to the dog’s ear. It slept like a baby on a sunny afternoon. Wagging its tail happily, the animal trotted inside the house with easy demeanor and fearlessly stared at this quirky and fascinating object, the old wooden and steel phone belonging to relic times.  

A loud siren jostled the dog out of its reverie and the tiny legs leaped and forayed foray inside the house. The globular eyes and neck perched at the sight of the phone blowing a familiar tune. The claws pressed on the wooden handle and wondered on the empty house as the creature sidled in a circular position. Days, weeks and months flitted, the pet was convinced that a heavenly voice calls her every day. She longed for this stranger friend.  

The phone call suddenly stopped one day. Sunshine went off the pet’s life spending an entire afternoon squatted on the floor inside the room and waiting for the phone to speak. She barked ferociously at it and tired of waiting, scratched her face with the claws. Shade of sadness and moist eyes surfaced and a pall of gloom crept.

Birds cooed in the morning. Pigeons flocked. Jamoon’s tree stood tall and leaves fluttered. Water flew gently in the well. The spot under the tree’s shade missed its favorite visitor, the dog prancing and jumping to disturb every known species inhabiting the forest, the foliage, grass, trees, flower plants, and birds chased in the wild. The forest has gone silent and strange sense of silence entered its soul. The night felt spooky.

A year has passed. The foliage moved on its own and a well-fed dog raced ahead in the forest and the tree branches suddenly sprang to life seeing a collar on its neck, foraying to explore every nook and corner, the root, flower and dense foliage. Pigeons and birds flapped their wings happily to see their old friend back. The dog flung her belly suddenly gaining weight and entered the familiar room to peek at the phone. It remained intact with the wooden handle sitting on the rusted steel.

If only both could converse in their language.  The dog didn’t bulge for a second. Heavy shower started pouring and the phone rang in a loud volume like an old friend waving and calling its friend to play together in the wild.

Five ways to kick the morning alive

 1. Drink a warm glass of water

Warm water carries multiple health benefits such as weight loss, melting excess fat taken in the body and help improving blood circulation or metabolism. Make it a daily routine to stay in good health and match the waves of the mind and body at a regular frequency by gulping warm water, first thing in the morning.

2. Meditation

You don't need to do penance to attain moksha but find a comfortable corner in the house or room. Settle yourself and gently close the eyes for five minutes, go blank or visualize nature, birds, sky and stars. It helps in listening to the signs conveyed by the body, listen to them and be one with yourself for the small exercise reign in peace for the day. Calm is one amazing application that you can install if you are an i-phone user and it's pure bliss which takes you on an adventure spree, with the gentle music like tapping of rain, river or story narration making you travel the world, adding to the beauty of meditation.

3. Reading

There is no better way to start the morning than reading pages from a book, poetry or good news on the internet which is rare nowadays in mediums pocked with fake and negative news. One has to be choosy and pick good stuff that soothe or magically cures the soul. Take your pick for reading healthy or productive stuff is the best mental morning exercise for the brain.

4. Practice yoga

I don't practice yoga every single day but it would be ideal to devote 20 to 30 minutes a day which helps in shaping one's mind and body to flush out the inner demons of negativity on which we have no control. Yoga has multiple benefits that restore balance in a person and bring stillness, combat stress or guard against various ailments such as pain, diabetes or cholesterol. Yoga takes you into a magical universe where there is no ground for complaint and lifestyle can't get better than that.

5. Talk to a friend

Close friends are our therapy. We need no medication but the bond of friendship forged over time is the love syrup in the form of a hearty conversation send us into high spirit and makes us gleam like a teen, about anything right from past memory, moment of joy, silly jokes, dude talk, babe talk, sharing naughty jokes or going on an intense philosophy terrain. There is no limit among friends who are our world.

Love
V

Crazy Things old Friends do!

 

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1. Smoke up and get an adrenaline high in the middle of the night thinking that beer is salt water whipped to perfection by the monsoon drip.

2. Indulge in long and endless whatsapp conversation till the morning harking back to the flawless school and college days like Uncle Sam and Chacha Chaudhury.

3. Pour water and paste on each other's hair and faces to scare off  the next-door- neighbor's pretending to be a white ghost parading naked only in mornings.

4. You pretend to be friends with your common foes and get them to reveal the darkest secrets about your besties which you don't lose a second to narrate. Having a good laugh about it with your chums is the best bitter sweet revenge ever.

5. The whatsapp forwards feels like reaching the elixir stage and a gentle reminder that you have never left each other. Joy unlimited makes you dance like Kung Fu Panda and wishing that you could turn the clock back in time.

6. Going on a spiritual trip assessing life and turning into overnight greying monks since you survived and thrived on Old Monk. 

7. Suddenly becoming dukhi aatma and a new version of Devdas since you cannot change the past that haunts you to death but forever friends feel like Gayatri mantra followed religiously.

8. A hug feels like glue and ghee making you stick together and forever.

9. Disagreement adults rather than consenting adults turn you into stand up comedians by laughing the lungs out and doing the monkey dance.

10. Watching FRIENDS might be passe now but scaring the shit out of each other like monsters gives a sadistic high with those bulk whatsapp forward and memes. You know how to pull pranks to scare the shit out of your chums.

11. The birthday bum that you get or give every year was so painful that every root canal reminds of the asshole friends hell bent to screw your ass in college.

12. Every peg taken alone pushes you back into a trance, surrounded by the irritating friends who mixed your drinks and gave a missed call to the ex. The besties we cultivated are unique and could be Gabbar for life turning us into emotional wrecks as we miss them every single second of life.

13. Friends are the stabilizing emotional strength in life with whom you bitch nonstop and rue how life has taken turns. You moved places,  states, countries and travelling the seas yet it feels like you are stucked forever on an imaginary desert island. Every single time a tear is shed makes you feel like a baby wearing diapers.

14. Long distance whatsapp calls, forwards and messages could push into slow motion mode, emulating Jai-Veeru and Seeta aur Geeta, the long-lost brothers and sisters lost in Kumbh Mela.

15. And you thought wearing jeans to a Pyjama party was akin to gate crashing! You've never met Ranveer Singh then! His cool dude dressing sense drives you out of place in this world.

Sunday reflection: Upclose and personal

I am going nuts with work. It's crazy. The time where you feel like hanging the head in a gun sack to hide. The corporate's client magazine is coming and still waiting for the interviews that are taking its sweet time to reach your mailbox. It seems that the contacts have forgotten that you exist and that you are some UFO looming large in their lives. The waiting time is ongoing and the deadline is fast approaching.

There are so many things to manage and yet there is less time on one's side. The downside of being a PR consultant and of course, as Monday kicks off, the blues will seep in with a pending article that I need to buckle the mind to write for the website that I work for, the weekly news stuff that I do for one of our clients and, of course, another patron's event which is slated to happen on Wednesday. Time to prioritize things.

After one month break and getting back to the grind of doing the novel, it dawns upon me that the chapter that I wrapped is not really exciting. I have put it in bold and the whole chapter has to be reworked all over again when the idea struck. Grateful for the small wonders and the online world where writers' friends have come in full support. The reason that I took an extra week break from the novel is that I need to cut myself off from the characters. I was becoming too emotionally close and protecting my characters. Tuning off helps big time.

The small wonders of this world and friends who matter to one's life make everything beautiful. I am thankful for them. I remember that last week, an FB status update was posted and lamenting how I kept one day for creative work but it wasn't happening. The beauty of things unfolded when an online friend pinged me and helped to surmount the mental block. I was hard pressed by her and advised to flush every negative thought down the drain and it worked like miracle where I was able to devote four hours in covering ground and this week, the whole thing was wrapped. It's a rough review of a book. There are loads of cutting and editing that needs to be done. Sometimes, our mind behaves in a weird way where we go into a self-destructive mode by putting blocks.

It's Sunday. A friend has put a status asking if anyone wants to get a tarot card reading for free to PM. I did and in no time, she sent the read that works awesomely for the soul. It just made the day beautiful. I leaped with joy. It's such small blessings that keeps me going from strength-to-strength. It struck me how important to count every positive thing that should far outweigh the negatives in life. Reason to be more optimist.

Finally, I was able to get some pictures of my childhood scanned and saved them on the laptop before sharing some on Facebook. The memory trove that we left behind is powerful and equips one's soul with strength. There are more to scan, the college days ka pictures where I spent the flawless moments that must be saved and treasured. It's such a reminder how time flits and it feels like yesterday only that we were spending the best of times. I feel that I am forever caught in an emotional trip and time warp sort of.

August will soon come to an end and so far, it's looking good. India's Independence Day was celebrated with fervor among the expats and happy that I attended the flag raising ceremony. August 15 has always been my lucky charm and the day where I got some good news. I did this time with some extra work landing on my lap. Mother India always know how to bless her children. I shall leave you on that and post editing this post, I sit in front of Star Gold to watch Anarkali of Arah.

Much love
Vishal

July: The Gratitude Diary

Hello, August! It's winter in the part of the world where I am nestled. Evening time is the worst when the forces conspire to hit you the hardest and the body's immunity takes a toll. I have been unprepared for it and backed out to find my way in the shell, cozying to the thick blankets to keep me warm.

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How did I fare during the month that flew past like the thick mound of earth? It's the gratitude for July which is now like a lost and past lover gone into oblivion. I like things skittish, good or bad. But, one should be content with what is on the plate. I am grateful that I am able to afford my cappuccino in the regular coffee shop.  The good news is that it is for the first time that I am able to attend my yoga class for seven months without fail. The only time that I missed a session was when a cousin passed away this month but made up for it by attending in the Saturday batch in the same week. My Guru told me that I have made good progress this time and there has been a marked improvement in the stamina. Yoga is empowering and brings so much comfort as well as peace to the mind.


There are things that I wish that my mind and body could do without, the depression and unwanted thoughts. But, I am learning to live and deal with it. To be able to take things in my stride is something that I am grateful to and it no longer affects me like it used to earlier. There are plenty of opportunities on the work front to explore the self by taking on public speaking in front of a small audience. It happened last week. I did make a mess because of the lack of practice and fear where I wobbled and stammered. The students must be thinking, how boring! That's alright. It's a blessing in disguise. We all learn by honing our craft.


The fees for the extra project of running interviews and cover story for our corporate client's magazine finally came and as directed to the company, has been credited to my alternate bank account. Grateful for all extra money coming my way that will be saved for travel. Time to curb expenses and start saving for my holiday that I've been longing since a year. It's the moment to connect to my roots. The small things and everything that I am forever thankful for come in a package. To be able to wake up in the morning, facing the challenges of the day, writing and being in good health are some of the stuff that I am grateful to. The friends that I make and who have been there for me for a decade or year are what make my life a blessing. Or, the amazing books that I am getting to read, from KJO's An Unsuitable Boy to Jhumpa Lahiri's In Other Words or re-discovering Arundhati Roy's The God of Small Things.

Grateful for being able to meet the right kind of people and friends who matter makes it a life-long bond. Over time, we have been able to weather the storms and click through thick and thin. I couldn't imagine what I'd do without them. Yesterday only, it came to my realization that I missed the best friend's birthday and while rummaging through the old papers, it struck me of the amazing times during the college days. The crazy days and we were quite a gang who would get drunk like a fish, indulging into the extreme of life's silliness. We breathed every moment of life. For me, it's gratitude in all its forms. It feels like yesterday only. I thank my stars that the pictures over the years are treasured and the captured moments make me shed a tear of happiness every time that I glean through them. It empowers the soul and reminds of every moment of bliss. Truly blessed I've been.  It was awesome to share the pics from another era on Facebook yesterday and was able to connect with another friend after more than a decade. I am grateful for the small joys of life.

I was having a conversation with an online friend and good buddy Mayura just now who shared how grateful she is for the people who are part of her life. Grateful I am to have her in my life as a friend and she is the cell of gravity that lights up the bulb every time we speak.  It tastes like the mouth watering bite of Pure Magic biscuit that you crunch. Spread the love and be grateful for everything that comes your way.

Love N Forever Grateful
Vishal

Why I have been single for so long?

I don't remember the last time I dated somebody and lost the art of flirting or striking a conversation with a random stranger girl. It's all about net practice, like some of my male friends would tell and urge me to be the wild stallion that I may have been in the past, at a time when people around me are either getting married, being in and out of a slew of casual relationships or flings.

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The school days were spent studying and facing the pressure with the same good ole mantra, 'No good marks, no good job and no decent girl with marry you. You can find a girl once you are done with certificates.' Surviving on a measly pocket money for a middle class boy means the chances of taking a girl out is slim. It left me with only one choice, bank robbery. I turned into a speccy nerd whom girls found boring to date. They'd better choose death which means no action for me, sadly. I whined my time fooling around with my 'luccha' friends and time just flew.

There were too many options of beautiful girls to crush on in college and too many choices means a life time went on to decide whom to date or not. There were too many silly crushes that I contented myself my share and the eyes kept craving for the strawberry faces. College life flickered like dust.

See, I am a one man woman and the girl I liked was either taken and poor me was friend-zoned. I waited in vain for her to break with her boyfriend and when the time came, I already moved on to greener pastures. Same old story repeated here.

When it was the time to date with money in hand, work took its own toll on me and there was hardly any time for that. The days were spent waking up early, getting ready for work and sleeping. I forgot what it was like to go around with someone.

I was still figuring out what I wanted to do with life, career wise. Most of the chicks at work were either taken, made a sister and very few had brains whom you can date. You know, mindless conversations and gossips. The worse thing is my silly brain that raised the relationship standard too high post my last relationship where me and my girl had an intellectual level where our minds more than the heart converged. There was no way that I could lower my dating standards. I am no Deepika who chucked the suave Ranbir for Ranveeer. To complicate things, it's my ethical mind that was at play where office romance is a strictly no-no affair. A decade went by without finding that almost perfect someone and my heart goes on. I felt like the male version of Celine Dion from another era.

Losing faith in human relationships with the amount of break ups and marriages going kaput became part of my routine. To top it all, I became so used to be along and single. Bad habits are hard to break. I became cynical with relationships after my break up where my everything was invested in that single relationship. The time I spent to nurse my wound and heal...Time to move on, baby!

With time, I can only admire a beautiful girl from a looming distance and thinking that she is too young for me or too hot to handle. Better, I go back to college days where occasional dating was drenched in memory. It feels like the train has already left the station and there is no one to blame, except yourself for failing to hop on the bandwagon. You are no longer handsome and she is a fucking princess. Smile and move on.

During the college days, a question haunted me: Why aren't I dating? It's simple. I was in a relationship with the gang who was only interested in making merry, fooling around and busy having fun by smoking, boozing and occasional ganja parties. Friends became my life and everything. There was no place for a chick to enter my life or else vows of friendship would've been violated.

The pressure to get married and all that shit where you tend to hit back at parents who keep bringing a prospective match. As it is, matrimonial sites like shaadi.com are for silly people who can't even find someone on their own. Certainly, I don't want to be that guy who goes on a blind date set by parents where the woman finds me bizarely weird.

Books, blogging and the unsuccessful attempt to write this best selling book about imaginary love and sex became my priority. I wanted to become the next Chetan Bhagat in town raking the moolah. A decade flew and still nothing ever happened. Probably, things will not be happening in the next decade of my otherwise routine and mechanical life. Sex is a luxury.

Where all those women that you keep urging me to date? I must find them in the first place. They are nowhere to be found and all my prospective dates or flings are already in marital bliss or busy tying the knot. It makes you go mad.

I've spent a major part of my life paying that personal loan that I took to travel, laptop and expensive phone on EMI. There is no money to take a chick out and the little sanity I have makes it impossible to ask a random woman out online. How despo it sounds?!

At the end of the day, it's all about the aspirations to move away from home and parents exploring life in various cities of the world and the joy of staying alone in an apartment gives me a mental masturbation. I prefer to grow and see life rather than being stuck in the drudgery of marriage and kids.

There is no intention to share my bed with someone for the rest of life. Like my whisky, I like my bed large where I can spread my stiff body and spend my time reading fantasies or the world romance in books that sell like hot pancakes. No one shall invade that space. I am scared of invaders and terrorists...who knows some hot bimbo may be hired to plant a bomb. Dreamer I am! It leaves me with only one option...getting laid.

So, now you get the drift? Stop asking me such fucked up questions about how I should have found a chick in college to tie the knot or someone to make my life.

Love ya all, fuckers
V

Bouquet of poems

Allegory of pleasure

Frothy lips with the taste of wine.
Craving for guilty pleasures.
Sensations dripping down;
Alcohol, lust and twist.
Drunk to heavenly bliss.
Dropping everything.
Untying the bra and laces.
Zipping down the pants.
Heads swirling in the air.
It's allegory pleasure.
Imagined in the head.
Wine and writing.
Kickass bed fellows.

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Friends and the sound of guitar
 
Friends.
fights.
fun.
Silly banter.
Eternal vows.
Thick like dust.
Time is an excuse.
String of friendship is,
like the sound of the guitar.
Anthem of life.
Climbing the stairs of life together.
Days of yore.

Dash of memory.
Bond that twist and spin time.
It's the real deal.

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Silky and unbridled sensuality

Volcanic sensation.
Smoke curled past mountainous slopes and cavernous curves.
Silky and unbridled sensuality.
Yearning for the perfume of pleasure.
Puckered flowers.
Rose tinted flavor.
Cornucopia of emotions and expressions.
Hymn of life.
Gay abandon.
Lyrical flow.
Rhythm and echo.
Gamut of silliness and youthfulness.
Cooing of love birds.

Love
V
 

Friends Forever Zone

We are in an unrestricted Zone. It seeks no moral policing stickers in the cordoned area, 'Friends not allowed.' It's our Friends Forever Zone as growing teens sashaying into adults and college-goers dudes and babes.

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It's our space where we do things our way, needing no Gyan on what and what's not to do. After all, we are the rebellious types who knows the A to Z of things where the days of sting bees are looming in the past. We need no society approval on who is best or worst for us. Friends are, after all, our moral support system and a shoulder to lean on when we live alone in an apartment or hostel in the city. It's a simple rule: Be cool and chilled out. If the drift or vibes are on, we are in! In an age where relationships' balance keep changing at every kiss or fuck, you know right the Friends in Benefit types for casual sex, true buddies are the ones that make us balanced and functional. 

1. 4 a.m Friend

Yes! The 4 a.m Friend. We all need one or a spate of them that makes us rollick in laughter, bitch about Maggie's double dating, the time that chick you are pursuing leaves her flat or comes back, the handsome dude with the killer look and boring teachers. It's friends offering quick-fix-solutions when the dude or babe you were madly into ditched you in the lurch, fuck-up with parents, or you were planning to get laid last night and it went awry when nosy neighbors or family got into the loop, threatening to tell your parents about it. The 4 a.m friend/s is/are not just about bitching or quick fix but are always there at 4 a.m and beyond when you piss them off their bed. They love you to death and more than eager to listen to your rant, make you hang on when you nearing a mental wreck. In plain terms, they will listen to you patiently without judging and may take their bike to land in front of your day to hug you. 

2. Use Friendship/Facebook types

You meet them everywhere and not just on campus but the only katta beyond your college circle, Facebook. You hear from them either on your birthday, scribbling how cool you are and the best buds in town. Once, someone said in class during a lecture, 'Friendship is time pass.' It falls under this type of use friendship where you don't ink a statement in your heart and you know that the next day, everything will fizzle where all of you will flit in different groups. This friendship is all about giving company when bored to death and sharing a good laugh over coffee is quite an option or just saves the day when the only option is to go for a movie solo. It comes handy when you wanna get introduced to that hot chick.

3. Gyaan giver

Now, this one doesn't make a fuck of a difference in your life but is forever ready to enter the universe to give you gyaan on what you wearing, why you dating X or Y or the choice of clothes are morally twisted. The dude or bad is screwed in the head and takes immense pleasure to tell what's right or wrong with you and why you shouldn't get high on weed, casually date or party till late night. Such friends' life revolves around moral or religious crap for they never had the ball to rebel against their parents who control their existence. So, they wanna you be like them or act like parents. Chuck them out for they are not just trouble but negativity who are never shy in pissing you off.

4. Daaru 'Chaddi' Buddy

Every Saturday, the friend ping with 'Daaru Peena...Let's get drunk' and you know where to find them. You meet them on the streets and you head straight to the adda, doing a topsy turvy act of hugging each other on the busy road and staying away till 2 a.m, Such friends give you company in doing your silly antics inside the house, shouting loud and breaking the laws. They are so much fun to be with and make your college days memorable by singing and acting loud enough to wake up neighbors in the middle of the night.

5. Wanna get hooked

It's your deal or Fuck buddy type. You chill together and get the vibes as gen x dude and babe type who knows that tomorrow you will share a cuppa coffee and hug after the act.  Why look elsewhere for a fling or one night stand when someone you know surrounds you? The only hitch is when sexting translating into the act attracts emotional spark, luv shuv and doing it at your own risk. The whole equation piles on regret and goes for a toss. Kiss and don't tell!

6. Yeh Dosti hum nahin todenge

This type of friendship is the one what defines you and will continue to do so over the years. You've been through thick times and thin times where you've been shouting at for screwing up for they know you inside-out. They are your inner strength and will do anything for you, put you on the right track when diverting from life. Loyal to the core, fighting and laughing together, they are your world. You are never an option for them. It swings both ways. Always stick with them and be there through thick and thin. That's what friendship is all about. True friends stay together for life. It's the siblings we never had.

Friends Forever

V

Conversation and your Crush

The atmosphere is tense. Legs are numb. The familiar coffee shop is plotting to make you its worst enemy on the planet. Your feeling is under siege. You sit on a lone table, fidget with your handset and get all hyper. The world ain't coming to an end or getting brexit'ed. It's simple. Your crush is sitting on that table waiting for someone. Make your move smartly, you duffer. She can be waiting for her boyfriend or friends. You fuck and you are gone for life the moment her friends storm and serenade her like Cinderella. God save you, if you are all alumni of the same college.

You think, think and think what to say so that you may not land up in a soul called stupidity. After all, it's not now on the spur of the moment you gonna read a book on the art of conversation. Think at your own risk! It will wipe away the time which is on your side and it's precious like water. A time bomb of sort is tickling. You gotta be fast before she is taken and the poor you may just end up sulking. Or, be worse off to admire and watch her guffaws, smile at every small thing, at a far-off distance.

You can casually just look into her eyes to hint that you are interested but remember don't you stare. Chuck off the things that I've done for a long time and it is pretty lame. Like walking to her and say, Hey, I am XYZ! I wanna be friends with you and waited for long to strike a conversation.’ She might just give you the number of the wife of the Pehelwaan she is pally with in the neighbourhood or change the calendar date of Rakhi just for you.

Well! You may just walk to her in a charming manner and pretend to ooze confidence-even if you don't have in you-and ask whether she'd like to join you for a conversation. It can work and may be not, depending on your luck. Done that! It worked a couple of times but was not too much into her...vibe was good, talkative chat and blowing smoke curled in the air. But, then, we were regular at the college hang out and she saw me a couple of times. You get the drift, right!

What else...what else! Pretend walking to the loo or on call and come close to her table, halt for a second or two, smile before you continue your way to the favourite spot. She reciprocates and just say a simple, 'Hi'. Throw the missile, ‘You come here regularly? We haven't seen each other and invite her to join you’ or with something like this 'May I join you?’ If she agrees, don't get into bloviating mood as if you've just met the love of your life of the past birth like Heer Ranjha type. She may just say, 'I am sorry! I am waiting for some friends.' Smile, say no problem or ‘may be’ next time and walk back to your table.

Better luck, next time. Yeah! That's right. Don't rush into things or hit the panic button for hormonal changes in our body can propel us to act weird and asking for phone number at the wrong time. The next time, you see each other and exchange glances for there shall be a nod. Time to carry the converso forward and you can casually ask for phone number...tab whatsapp during the night. You can turn into a call centreJ

Still, if you are unable to approach her for every time you plan your moves, her friends act like a movie spoiler. Don't lose heart. You are just human and not a hunk. Who says only the hottest dudes get the girl? Make friends with her BFF or someone in the group and be smart. You will soon join them at the coffee table conversation and line maro, compliment her gracefully after being introduced.

Don't be desperado. Sometimes, we behave so much drooling eyes type over our sugary babe that she gets the ink that we too much into her. Be as normal as possible. Make your eyes speak for few seconds. Cut the crap. Enjoy your date with her and walk her home or to the rickshaw stand. The best thing flows happen during such fun walks, be the joker and the butt of jokes. Girls love to laugh.

Love Guru is done for the day.

Vishal

Memory Stick

Memory is like the magical wand. Over time, it fizzles like dust flying out of thin air and nicely hidden in the misty cloud. We try to live closer to reality yet the good times struck us like pricking sensation on the skin every now and then. In our quest for everything wonderful to repeat itself pretty much like the time that wheezed away, we lose and strive, at the same time, to discover our real selves. After all, where has the hay days gone? It feels like yesterday only.

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The days of glory with Professor Joseph Lobo, Pravesh Jung Sir and students of Fergusson College, our batch at the Katta.

Today, a classmate and a very wonderful girl Awanija (Thurday) tagged me in pictures of college days with our most favorite Professor Lobo Sir, dressed in his trademark sleeveless blue denim cardigan along with Jung Sir, who shared a laugh as they stood at the college Katta during some fest going. Yes! Fergusson College is a famous for putting the desk at the Main Circle or Katta where volunteers sat and did stuff. There were students standing and sitting, laughing together and it kindled decade old memories like a flash point. Truly, a Kodak moment in an age where phone camera were not tucked in every tiny pocket. It's been a decade when we left our alma mater Fergusson College, the place that gave us priceless memories. These were the best days of life where we stood face-to-face with our destiny. It was the best thing that ever happened to us.

Why do we hold on so much to a time that elapsed where everything neared perfection? Honestly, it feels like yesterday only where nothing on earth could ever go wrong. The pictures sent a floodgate of good moments spent together, making me emotional and drop of tears spurted on the cheek. I mean, it's so vivid and lively, traveling to the past that I adored. At times, I feel whether such things really happened to me or I just woke up from three years old slumber, imagining some random and perfect college days.  I can't help getting  the jittery sensation of being out of sync with reality that is too much for the brain to take. Flashback! Reality! Flashback. Again Reality!! It sends shock waves that travel faster than the light to the grey cell, a tale of two worlds alien to each, and being stuck like glue together. Quite a herculean task! Trust me on that. It seems like a thriller potboiler that connects the dot in one's life.

There were special days when we would storm our way in college, pretending to be early birds which we were not, by the way. Wallstreet or Oorja were our college fests. Superhits!!! On a normal day, an invisible ghost would be a better student than us, attending the first lecture of the day as early as 7 a.m but we were not. Of course, college fests were an exception to the rule.

Once I attended my Sociology lecture after ages during the first week in January 2005 when Vishal Sir, my namesake, greeted me, 'What a pleasant surprise. Vishal in class. New Year resolution.' We spent our time, not in lecture halls but Savera, the now defunct restaurant just opposite college, the hang out spot of Fergussonians. It was the best of time. Ha! How can I forget the only lectures I would attend were those of Bhalerao Ma'am Economics lecture and Lobo Sir's Philosophy. Yes! Lobo Sir's class was curry for the soul, discussing at length about ethics, marriage, euthanasia, friendship, freedom, sexuality and religion, just a few things my silly mind is able to recollect.

It feels like a moment of a lifetime shimmering in all its forms and magnificent glory in the box called brain.  Think about it, frolicking throughout the year, skipping lectures to laugh in our favorite hang out, watching movies, college festival and freaking out three months before exams. We had a date set with Xerox wale bhaiya, borrowing notes from our diligent friends and hopping across the road to get things done. What a treasure trove of memory carved in Pune! It was pure bliss and selfless love. We lived life King Size, took things for granted, be it our friends, college, and life itself. Pure and simple souls we were and yet to explore the vagaries of a ruthless or bad world. It wouldn't be wrong to say that we were shielded from nastiness. Friendship was and is still very pure to our eyes. Yes! I was immature and getting worked out over petty squabbles.

The college years defined and gave us an identity which still mirror our reality as human beings. This memory gave us a reason to smile, cheer, laugh and cry as we harked back to the past where we studied together in group, shared notes and discussed exam timings over SMS. It was a beautifully simple world where Facebook never existed nor did WhatsApp! Social networking meant meeting everyone in person and no plan was made, but landed straight to Savera or college. 

There are moments that we can never dissociate ourselves from. It's called memories that would bear such an impact on our growing years, seeking the small pleasure of life in all its hues and forms. No word can describe that era where every moment of life was relished unlike the fake and mechanical glory of sharing every possible shot on Facebook or Instagram.

Innocent crushes, there were many. The sheer excitement of falling for someone and drooling over her, adorned our college lives like the honey drop. Some of them became super awesome and loyal friends who stood with us through thick and thin. We made so many good friends, who shouted at us for being such assholes or idiots, bore the brunt of our anger and laughed at our stupidity. The times spent were priceless and blessing falling from sky.

It would be quite a task to revive a dollop of goodness and perhaps, a memorabilia won't suffice to recollect the awesomeness flung at us by life. We laughed and cried the loudest, indulged in immature antics and behaved at our stupidest best. Our personality and emotions came alive and college days made us who we are today.

I can't believe it's been 10 years since college life ended. Somebody, please give me back those days of flawlessness. Everything was painted white and not black. I still remember sitting with Aditi who taught us Philosophy and me & Neraj fighting or my coffee breaks. Aditi was laughing at how her students keep fighting or exited her class to make coffee in the kitchen, every now and then.

Or, the stupid Environmental Studies lecture we gotta attend on Sundays and how much we whined about it. Yet, we had no choice to be able to get our SYBA mark sheet. Facepalm! Winking!! It's another story that some of us faked our friends' attendance by writing down their roll numbers at the end of the lecture since they were too busy sleeping after Saturday night parties. And, the project to had to be submitted on Monday. It was a Saturday. I chilled as if the project was some game played by our college and the filmy buff in me chose to watch Filmfare Awards instead when Adi and Neraj came down on my neck urging me to copy someone's neatly designed project with quotes cum pictures. I recall Neraj visiting us and told me, 'You are too chilled out.' Finally, someone submitted for me on Monday when I was busy somewhere, doing what I don't know!! Thanks for such friends who corrected my project which was a total mess and made it appear presentable.

Stealing happiness;

We made life happen;

Memories were just a name;

We opened our palms to grab stars;

It shall remain  etched forever;

in our nerves;

Soulful experience that didn't leave us and never will. 

Stream of tears,

longing for moments to reappear.

You know what's magic?

Once it happens, it will probably never repeat again

Bringing a smile to faces and gently stroking the heart.

It's such fragrance in our lives that never let me give up on anything, no matter how tough and rough things can be.  Memories of our college days echo happiness in all its forms and the joy or insanity cannot be described in Shakespearian terminology. There are so many emotions flowing right now to describe the re-kindling of feelings, sorely missing those college days, friendship and happiness that cannot be traded for anything else. A time in life where race, class, creed, color or class didn't or will probably never matter. Grateful to what life has offered!

Postscript: The post was prompted by Awanija tagging me and a couple of other friends-cum-classmates or comment by Avneet on our famous Xerox trip.

With Love
V

Lost days

It started off with a conversation with a college mate based in Nepal with whom I shared a hate relationship during that time and as we hit a mature note, we hit off to understand each other towards the end of college. I stayed in his Pune apartment, the time I was planning to leave for Pune. It's been nine years from now where we spoke about the memorable days that we sorely miss. It got me emotional and penned this poem that I shared on Facebook last week.

It was the best of times; I fucked up, blurted out rubbish and behaved stupidly;
Fell in love many times, the first crush plays in the head like Beatles song, And In the End, the Love We Take Is Equal To the Love We Make.
Carefree days and innocence,
friendship made and carved.
Getting stoned and drunk every Saturday,
we lived every moment of life;
The 'Fuck' word was our swan song and used in every mundane conversation.
Quibbles and fights with mates for we were immature.
Give me back those days;
I wanna blurt out nonsense, be stupid and immature again, fall for the wrong person;
Following the heart and indulging in ludicrous antics;
I wanna be this child again;
Oh! Memories;
How I wish to time travel, fuck up and be stupidly awesome.
Those days were bliss!!
Missing college life terribly.

Dedicated to all my college pals at Fergusson College and everyone who had the best of times in college, was stupid, and has now ceased to be.

Love
V

Complexity of my life

There are days in life where you feel everything fall out of place when you suddenly lose track of things in life and you feel sad for no reason, whatsoever. I am going through this stage right now and feel that it got to do with the inactive mind and inert body that spend the day and night sitting on the couch.

What's interesting is that at times, I feel so low and out of place but suddenly, the mood sprang up with positive thoughts in life. There are the good wishes, blessings and words of courage from friends that make the mood upbeat. My friends really know how to surprise me with the faraway phone calls, soothing words and, of course, unexpected gift in the form of tagging an old picture on Facebook. It warms the heart and brings a harbinger of hope in life. I have reason to believe that good things in life is waiting patiently behind the door. With so many good wishes, there is no reason to sound negative and deep inside, I know that positive things will usher its way in my life.

Still, why the lull and the emotional and mental conflict is dominating the mind? I know, the mind is fickle but to that extent? Gawd!!!! I think that I am going crazy with the weird turn of events in life, what with the proper job taking its own time to take shape. I've been sitting at home for the past six months and tired of waiting for things to turn up the way I want. The whole scene is so confusing and I know, it is the result of my own doing and, of course, unforeseen circumstances. But, why, why? I am in a hurry to script the story of my life and it's not really moving at my own speed. Life can be strange, at time. 

It's been months that I haven't written anything in my diary and my procrastination is hitting my nerves. How do someone arrange things to be properly executed? I am being patient and look furtively as a passive spectator at the way things are moving. And, to think, life moved at 360 degrees a year back with oodles of happiness. Still, I am not losing heart since I know that if good things doesn't stay forever, why should bad things gain a permanent place in my life.

I feel blessed and learning to count my blessing and not sorrow.

Good Night

Vishal

Friends, distance and growing apart

Distance is a drifter and as time grows, we grow apart from each other.
We have been together through thick time and lending support to each other.
How we wished that time will never evolve and we will be sitting, laughing over silly randomness.
That what are friends do.
They love the spirit of being together for years and yearns that the good times stays like still water.
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It's a catch-22 like situation! It happen when one take life for granted as it's the law of nature for things to evolve! We need to move on! So many times, I've heard this oft-repeated and comforting phrase. Well! Most of my friends have started to move on, be it at the workplace or outside. The people I have spent wonderful times have decided to move on in different directions in life and I am feeling so b-o-r-e-d now. All of sudden, it feels like things is starting to fall apart. First at the work place. some of the best buddies have decided to move on and go to places in faraway distance and then, one hears that another friend is leaving to settle to HongKong. What a situation? It's like the bubble of togetherness start to burst. Well! ahem! ahem!
One of my best pal in Pune and Mumbai with whom I was spending a kind of 'dating'-pejorative is entirely mine on Gchat for almost two years has suddenly decided to shift back her base to Mumbai. It's been almost two years where we were looking forward to chat with each other..me rushing back home from work to pinge her. A tinge of sadness quite naturally since we become so used to each other. Like Hell, I promise Meghna that I shall meet her in Mumbai and perhaps, it's a sort of motivation she's giving me to go and embrace the world or the big city that never sleeps.
I can't help asking myself, so what's wrong? People are suddenly started to leave one place and move out. It's freaking sad crazy situation. Is it a prelude to some happening in one's life and perhaps, the time has ushered for me to consider moving to an entirely new place of wisdom, joy and happening. Perhaps, a new challenge is waiting to unfold itself. As they say, friends are the siblings we never had and it might be a sure sign for us to consider new stuffs and they may be opportunities that we need to grab. Who better than our close friends who are giving us the hint!
It's just that we get so used to friends in the first place and when they start moving out, we feel so much out of place and out of synch with each other. Will distance make us grow closer or we will drift apart? In the hum-drum of city life, we tend to be so full of ourselves that we can almost forget the friends with whom we laughed and cried together? Life is unfair, some would say. Hey, but that's the challenge and learn to grow with your friends, no matter how far you are from each other!!!!
Would love to hear your views.
Cheers:)

Things to do in 2012

There  is one brand new Nostradamus avatar who is out to predict the end of the world in end 2012. Not that I believe this fucked-up bullshit but for a second, let's imagine that it gonna happen for real. Guys and gals, the first 2 months in 2012 are gonna end very soon. So what's the plans for the year?
Let's start strong and make the year eventful. It's high time to renew the energy and boost our own's existence and and here are my ideas to stay strong this year.

Power inner circle
Friends represent the building blocks of our life and personality. As one wise mortal has beautifully put it, Show me your friends and I will tell you who you are. For sure, I believe it's important to strengthen the bonds with existing friends who are a part of our lives. Missing a friend, call him or her and make a trip to spend some quality time with them and I'm sure there are lots to discover about each other and share. They are the mirror to empower us and ignite the desire to pursue our passion and creative urge.
Likewise, it's high time to chuck off those so-called friends who only ignites sorrow, negativity and slug in your life. Golden rule of 2012: Strictly exercise your discretion as whom you allow in your life.

Brand new look
It's high time to have  revamped and brand new look. Remember, we are a product and it's time to re-invent ourselves. We do sell our image. It's time for self-indulgence. I already started during my holidays and I indulged in cool shirts, jeans, trousers, tee and my funky red and black glasses. Time to change my hair stylist and sport a brand new look. An image make over shall see the light of the day in few days. Appearance does matter and who knows I might be lucky with the chicks..yeah, been single and would love to be in a relationship.

Vacation Plan
Just came from a vacation which was awesome, in particular in Goa. The purpose of our job is to give us happiness and at the year end, we all deserve some harmless fun.Common sense tells us that we must plan our vacations in advance and we should never compromise on vacations. I'm planning to start my savings and at the year end to generate at least 50,000 k. I gonna sacrifice stuffs and save at least 5,000 k every month. I'm planning for Dubai, Delhi, Jhammu N Kashmir, Madhya Pradesh and Gujurat this year.

Invest wise
Being young should not be an excuse to not save money. 2012 is high time to target some interesting investments. I'm planning to go for an insurance and there are so many companies who offer interesting packages. Who knows? We need some fillers for vacation, buying a home or getting the new Swift or Honda Jazz. Or, some unforeseen surgery?
Money is quite tricky and no matter how much we have is clearly not enough. Go for Gold. Investing in Gold is a good option and as the market for gold is booming in India. Jump on the train.

Other ideas
1. Follow a grooming course
There are many courses on grooming, personality and passion offered by acclaimed gurus like Robin Sharma

2. Follow your passion
I just got a brand new lap top and this time, I am starting with my script and my novel. I dunno how long it will take but I am climbing the small steps. Time to live one's dreams and rather than accepting society's dos and don't.

3. Be Positive about life
The best way to  enhance your self-confidence is to be positive and believe in yourself. I Can Do It Mantra and nothing shall stop me. Passion, Creativity and Dreamer.

4. Learn Driving
It applies to me. It's a shame that I don't know how to drive. Time to go on wheels, baby.

5. Go for some interesting course
It's no excuse that when you work, you can't study. Go for some external course and as you earn, you learn. I'm planning for a masters in Mass Comm and it's time for some mental masturbation. I don''t wanna rot and 2012 is well the time to pursue knowledge and in that way, you won't lose time.

6. Keeping fit
If you haven't toned up for the chiselled, sexy body, what are you waiting for? It keeps the mind fresh and the regular work out will only indulge you in the morning to flare up the passion. Okies, I'll be honest. I started and stopped. But, coming April, I gonna hit the gym.

Keep Rocking and make 2012 like cherry.

PROUST Questionnaire:Totally mine, always and ever

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PROUST QUESTIONNAIRE: Uhmmm! Shobha Dé published her version and urged everyone on blogpost to rant on. It's not stealing as I acknowledged the latest belonged to her. I urge you guys to try it out. Be honest and see where it goes from here.

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Version Vishal-PROUST:Totally yours,truly and as honestly as it goes. Time for reality check..okay, roll camera, repetition over, action, mike 1, 2, 3

What is your idea of happiness?
Happiness is a state of the mind!!!yeah, as philosophical as it gets, I derive happiness ranging from the simplest of things to the materialistic acquisitions.sipping a cutting chai at the thapri, visiting my college Katta, having chai at savera-in Pune the restaurant opposite the bestest Fergusson College, hanging at Barista, catching an entertaining movie at the plex. When a friend calls when you least expect it..Friends, friends my life, it gives me such a high and reminds me to express gratitude to life. I'm blessed and loved by so many. Being in amchi Mumbai and sipping coffee with book at Barrista, Bandra band stand or lonely evenings at Marine Drive...dil khush

What is your greatest fear?
Are we playing Khatron ke khiladi or what? We are all insecure. I am. The fear of losing a friend and loved member of my extended family--family and friends..Not being able to sit and write.Gosh! It happens often..writing paralysis and writer's cramp and SHIT happens..Thinking I may never be able to accomplish something I know I can do.It always happens at work..machines, computers and software. Ok! I admit that I am the biggest mental retard when it comes to the world of PC.. Not being able to stand my might to unreasonable people in an argument..I eventually lose it..biggest fear should be..losing my inner self..I AM..succumb to society's conformism..remember I am a non conformist..Yes, I am scared confronting..that should be the biggest coupled with reluctance to get into fighter's mood. bang on!

Which historical figure do you most identify with?
Pandit Jawaharlal Nehru for his intellect and vision for making India the toast of the world. He foresaw globalization and was the upfront and practical in his view of the world. Pandit-ji was traditional yet modern in outlook. He never wanted the partition. Mahatma Gandhi comes next for believing and dreaming of a society free of the shackles of race, caste and other racial divide. Unfortunately, till date we fail to fulfill the dreams of the great minds.

Which living person do you most admire?
Not one but quite a few. Amitabh Bachchan tops the list for being the man I admire the most. Very few actors can boast of having his intellect. Like wine, he gets better with age and it's admirable how he goes from stength to strength. His baritone voice, towering personality and humility is something we all should learn. Not only a reel but a real life hero. A man who at the age of 68 rocks and is forever young and his dedication to his craft, passion and the tremendous amount of energy. Goodness, I hope to reach this age with the same zeal. I doubt. The latest on my list is Anna Hazare for having the guts to move a whole nation in bringing the Lokpal bill and taking the government to task. Sachin Tendulkar is another man who inspired me. It's amazing that Sachin has never forgotton his middle class Maharshtrian origin--I am not Maharashtrian by birth. It feels great that despite all success, sachin remained grounded.

What is the trait you most deplore in yourself?
Tricky one!! Impatience, laziness and lack of concentration. I've been at a loss and suffered a lot because of that. It is the biggest mental disturbance and as I get restless I can't think and do the dumbest things on earth. Add to that my hyper nature. Due to these traits, I can't perform and so many time, I sat to write and was unable to do so and time flies.

What is the trait you most deplore in others?
I hate self whistle blowers, people with the biggest prejudices, Lack of civility and grace.. I just wanna tell them shut the fuck off..those over smart ass. They don't realize how stupid they are.Hate caste minded and racists with the typical.mere jaat, mera caste and mere desh and we don't like outsiders..fuck off maderchods.

What is your greatest extravagance?
I, me, myself..I am the biggest spend thrift despite being an Economist and a smart one. Money never stays with me..Right now, I am tempted to buy a Levis shirt for 2000 bucks and gonna get it..woohooo! and a laptop despite having a desktop..is it extravagance? Lost extravagance and it's a question of making me happy rather than show..my wish list: 2 Levis shirts, lap top and a Sony Bravia flat TV before year end as well as a car..distant dream for now and travel to several parts of India and the world..

What is your favourite journey?
Mumbai and Pune..getting into a person's heart and on a spiritual quest..a meaning conversation remains the best. The journey called Life to enjoy every moment.

Who is your favourite painter?
M.F Hussain..sad that I never known Hussain Saab and that he was made the target of fundamentalists and was deprived of dying in his homeland. I confess though I haven't really followed his works on canvas..Picasso..I'm intringued by the existence of both men.

What do you consider the most overrated virtue?
I'm the most patient-less bastard and instinctive by nature. Why wait for 10 years to enjoy the good things of life. Go grab it now.Kal ho na ho! Njoy the ice cream before it melts..Propose the gal before someone else gets to kiss and make love to her.



On what occasion do you lie?
It is not always the best thing to argue with some unreasonable rogue who happens to be just a colleague and who doesn't make a fucking difference to your life..I lie to play pranks and trouble me..I do lie sometimes and try to keep it to a minimum..hate compulsive liar..I do lie to save someone's skin and try not to offend.

What do you dislike most about your appearance?

Well nobody told you I'm the hottest, sexy and suave guy around..just kidding, it's false..don't fall for me!!do so at your own risk..Well, the lil gray hair scares me to death and I freak out

Which living person do you most despise?
Godmen and Godwomen..those self claimed gurus and most of the politicians..Baba Ramdev is one asshole and Sathya Sai Baba was one and shall remain in my favorite hate list. His death doesn't change anything.

Which words or phrases do you most overuse?

Fuck, chutiya, Bhenchod... you name it you get..shit man..screwed...The nicey nicey me..cool! dude and my loving female friends..babes or babe. Aye shapat!

What is your greatest regret?Another tricky one. Here it goes..not learning to swim till now. I could have learned to play a music instrument like piano, learn to sing rock music, not completing my Masters'..left it mid way..I intend to complete it or start anew. Plus, plus..till now haven't learned driving. The biggest well the biggest of the biggest is not pursuing my dream and passion..didn't tried my hands at acting and direction.Bah! I should have taken a film course.It's never late.

What or who is the greatest love of your life?
Life. I love life and cinema. I can't breathe without cinema. There was this girl with whom I was together 3 years back and wanted to leave everything for her. Sadly, it didn't worked out. She's happily married and settled in the states now. I dunno whether I can call it the biggest love of my life. I doubt it. That's why life and cinema are the biggies.

When and where were you happiest?
When I get a high in life. It can be a compliment and when something unexpected crops up.Meeting a friend after longish tym. It can be anything and everything. Meeting my small nephew and nieces and how they run to hug me. My friend's Prashant one and a half year old baby, Sham. He's delightful.

What is your present state of mind?
Restless. I am always restless running from here to there to do some stuffs. Presently, writing this piece, shall jump to read The Economist and then get ready for work. I am always in this state of mind though some people think that I'm tense. The two can't be confused.

How would you like to die?
With a smile and a feeling of accomplishment. On a film set..perhaps! Or, in an appartment far away from the maddening crowd and people discovering my body later. Picturing myself in the appartment, wearing my favorite clothes with a pen and notebook writing an unfinished story. In style a la God in Gucci. A greek god style:)

What is your favourite motto?
Live N Let Live. Be Happy in whatever things you do in life.

UNQUOTE ME:
To conquer, one first must yield. Rather than going against the change,one should flow with it. The nature of water is to flow with it. It goes with the current. It doesn't resist. It does not hesitate before it yields. But it is also one of the most powerful forces on earth.--Robin Sharma (Daily Inspiration)
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Finally it's done. Thought that I would forgot Proust. Took 2 days to compile it yesterday and today.It's painfully to answer truthfully and there was no need to rack my brains as Iwrote with my hurt. I urge all of you to answer the Proust Questionnaire. Everyone,please do it..Are you listening SEPO, Asha, Anuja and all beautiful people.

Friendship is what matters

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Don't they say that if you make one friend in a year your blessed for. I can safely say that I'm more blessed since I don't have just one such friend but a few of them. I know that I can count and rely on them at any time. They are my support system and strength and I know that till they are here, I can do any thing, surmount any form of unsurmountable and uphill task. They give me such confidence.
One such friend called me on Tuesday night after I reached home from office. The last time we spoke was six months back when I called him in Pune. Sometimes, few words suffice to describe how much you are loved and you hold a special place in your friend's heart. This is, I believe is the biggest achievement, that people hold you in their hearts.
He enquired about my life and told me how proud everyone is in Pune that I am working as a sub editor. He was like, we often speak about you in Pune and we miss you a lot. If you want anything, let me know. It gave me such a high, not before he said,long time I haven't heard your voice. Thanx bro, I'm happy that you did called and heard my voice. You don't know how much it means to me, Kok's. 
My friends have always been an intrinsic part of my life and they will always be. Friendship is to be treasured and groomed throughout the years. Blessed are the friendship who grow over the years and not only stand the test of time but conquer it as well.
Happy Monday

Seasons change, Relations change

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 Computers crash, people die, relationships go haywire...the best u can do is breathe n reboot. How true and how  computers and our lives have a strange but close relationships. Well, seen this profile update on my friend's G chat, Seasons change, Relations change and People change. It really hurts a lot when people who matters a lot to us suddenly start behaving so strangely and weirdly as if we never existed. It creates a lot of hurt in us as we ponder, what have we done to deserve all this and it takes us a while to come to terms with it. As a result,,we end up becoming ruthless and wanna hit back on people. We may become so insecure on entering into a new relationship as we know that if things may not turn up in our way, we may may end up hurting ourselves a lot. Some of us often end up being a recluse or enter platonic relationship, being buddy relationship with benefits like plain sex at will since it is fulfilling our needs.Well, well..things happen that way but we would not certainly risk a beautiful relationship with close friends just to fulfill some sexual needs. It will instantly kill the relationship.
Was speaking to a friend yesterday. She was telling me how S on whom she had a crush has started behaving strangely. S used to come to her flat and they would naturally hang around for coffee and all. They were kind of enjoying being together but for some reason or another, they were not dating. Then , there was the pretty T who was a good mate of my friend. They were staying in the same flat.Last week,T happened to see S but as she wanna say hi to him, the latter turned his back on her.How insensitive and ungentlemanly!!!I mean,it's so weird, not to say cheap! A case in point as to how people change with times.
There are people with whom we spent wonderful times together and we cherish every moment of being together. But, when the other person behaves in a weird manner, albeit,refusing to acknowledge our existence, be it through sms,mail, chat or face to face it really disappoints us. We wanna know the reason for the change of feelings.What harm have I done to him or her?Has they got new friends who replaced us in their hearts..Is it way to say dude we moved on!Yeah dude, fine we all need to move on..but, there are certain relationships for which respect must be given, certainly we weren't time pass friends, nor were we fuck buddies. We did spent wonderful times and promised that we will always think of each other and fondly remember the wonderful moments spent together.
By nature, I am a very emotional moments when it comes to friends and my loved ones. There are some friends with whom I'm in touch and am always the first to say hi on phones or via chat. There are others with whom we are not really in touch.But, the distance always melt my heart as I fondly remember moments spent together as if it was just yesterday. My good wishes remain forever with them and pray to god that they do very well in life. i wonder what my life would've been without them. I've grown as a person as like radio mirchi RJ used to say yeh college ki uaadein hamesha saat rahenge I say yeh doston hamesha zindagi mein saath denge..
However, there were some disappointments my friends as you chose to turn a deaf ear to my existence..you don't wanna reply to my Hi..It hurts and pains me a lot but then that's life. I will always think good of you and wish that there is a change of hurt and when we meet, we shall run, hug each other and fondly recollect our college days memories where we laughed so much with each other.
Never mind, I am also eternally grateful to God that there friends who still matters a lot. When the call, I get such a high from life as I thank the sky for blessing me with such great friends and human beings.We may not be in touch every day but I know they care a lot for me and when we speaks, I can feel the warmth and love. At least, seasons may change but the relationships with some people has withstood the test of time and will always.I recognize them.
Time may come and go.
But, you were the ones who were always with me and remained so forever.
You were my friend and was the one I could turned to in times of distress.
You were my support and was always there, reassuring me.
Time elapsed.
Yet, you changed as I ponder, what have I done to you my friend.
You just went way like the end of the season, never to come back.
Yet, I shall always keep you in my heart.
You are special to me.
Remember, we have fond memories of life spent together.
Perhaps, destiny has some other plans.