Pangs of a bookmark...

I am not angry, just hurt coz I am just a book mark in your life which keeps waiting to be briefly touched maybe lingered on a lil’ bit on my lucky days. However, I am sure you keep forgetting about my existence. I wait and keep waiting. I am an impatient man but I still wait coz I like the twinge of pain associated with such long waits. I wait and do nothing important; I do not try and save the world; I watch a worthless movie maybe, flip aimlessly through the pages of a dog-eared book already read before, keep interacting with other people online without knowing why they are awake at this unearthly hour – their stories I am sure might very well be similar or radically different, extremely productive pursuits or totally wasted exertions – and wait some more. Just to hear you say that you reached home safely. Just to know that you are doing fine. I don’t demand time coz I understand you have work pressure and loads of studies which are priorities. I understand. However, I still stay awake just for those 5 minutes at the end of the day to hear you say good night. To wish you a sound sleep. To tell you, that I love you. All I expect are those 5 minutes but I would not tell you this coz then you would make it an obligation for yourself and it would seem so fake. Just like the silent tear drops that roll down my eyes and wet my pillow as I write this. I am just sad that that I can never be what would really mean special to you. Try as I might. Today. Tomorrow. For the rest of my life. Donno why it still pains and hurts me when I know I am just pushing myself to be ‘us’ rather than ‘u’ and ‘I’. Trying hard to let go and move on from the kiss below the staircase on that early March evening. I set you free. Work. Play. Drink. Party. Be merry. Enjoy. Live life. Make friends. Have fun. Smoke up. Have sex. I release you from the captivity of my love and the confines of my heart. The chains of bindings that keep you from what you deserve. What you actually want. What you crave for. I give up baby. I give up. Adieu. Take care, love….

P.S. : Written for no one. Just written. However, often holds true for both the sexes. Isn’t it so???

So many desires... All unfulfilled!!!

I wanna meet you in a place known to no one,

I wanna meet you away from prying eyes,

I wanna tell no more lies,

I wanna meet you like we used to meet;

Like Friends

Like people who had no cares for this world,

I wanna cry and I wanna laugh,

I wanna walk with you in the summer rain,

Let it wash away all your pain;

And when you are afraid of the night,

I wanna hug you really tight;

Let us go away to a place,

Somewhere;

Where no one cares;

Where I can hold your hands and soothe your fears;

Wipe away your tears and tuck your disheveled strands of hair behind your ears;

And kiss your forehead and say, "Cheer up! Coz I am here with you.

By your side. Forever."

Your Best Friend ever...

P.S. : The poem is not good enough I know this for sure; however I am not aiming for the laurels here. If it serves the purpose why and for whom I wrote it I will be a happy man.

Randomzzzz!!! Voila!!! (I know, I know, sounds a lot like Aailaa!!!)

If I could just love you for the rest of my life I guess I would be happy. Success seems tasteless, victory gives no joy and material possessions and goals seem so very transient and fleeting like the grains of sand in an hour glass. Everything seems hollow n every emotion fake in a possessed labyrinth which humankind calls socialising. I smile n bear them daily. My world revolving only around the faint recollection of your face and your hand waving out to me when we parted..

P.S. : I know that you know that I wrote it for you..

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"Dedicated to a frnd long lost to the quirks of lyf"

Frndship dey say is the essence of lyf... I say it's the elixir of lyf... Remains fresh as long as the heart lives... Rots as soon as the memories fade... Good tyms spent together nourishes it... Misunderstandings strangle it... Frndship is not a choice of life... It is in fact life itself...

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Howsoever brilliant your idea might be and no matter how intelligent your solutions might be there will always be people in the room who will try n dismiss them as if they would have thought about it in their sleep. Truth is, they are losers and the best way to deal with them is to let them believe what they want to. This gives them a false sense of superiority and that is the only luxury that they can afford in their meager existence.

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I knw dat pleasing ladies is d most difficult n Herculean task dat a man can hope to accomplish but I hav atleast made a beginning… So, I am clean-shaven dis year so dat the pretty gals dnt complain wen dey gimme a peck on my cheek n wish me on V-Day. Anythn fr the ladies!!! ;P

P.S. : On the eve of Valentines Day 2011

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Life I guess is under your control as long as things are undecided; b'coz then, however naive it might seem... We have a comfortin' feeling dat v r the ones in charge of our lives..

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Most of us confuse love with being together. With due respect to everyone out here who would pounce on me if I utter anything against what they believe, I choose to differ. How else would u explain the feelings that parents have for their children working in different cities, siblings connected by that envelope which carries a rakhi every year, a dutiful son who has just lost his dad but flies back to play for the nation, lovers connected by the world wide web, friends connected through social networking media and how does sum1 explain how Mr.Montague & Miss Capulet never were together but are always referred to have been the greatest lovers ever who tread on Terra Firma!!!

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Now that you are gone, sometimes when I miss u I stand near your cubicle in the office, remembering the days spent in training, the walks during lunch hour, the crazy snaps together, the movie outings where we always ended up sitting together, the shopping excursions, the bus ride to Lahari Resorts, table tennis at Runway 9, the hukkah sessions at Café Latte, the Pizza Hut treats, the dentist visit, playing UNO and Taboo, cooking food at your place, the Family Day volunteering, the dinners, the late night phone calls, the really long chats, the bitching n gossip sessions, your promise to write back whenever I wrote something on my blog, for listening, for choosing to be frnds with me.

P.S. : Dedicated to Aditi Arya, my 1st friend in Deloitte. Miss you!!!

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What to do when you are in a Telugu speaking Police Station : When in doubt keep mum and act dumb; Whatever they are saying act as if they are very intelligent even if u feel like kicking there asses; Co-operate fully by paying cash asap and do not under any circumstances act aggrieved; Thank them for the agony caused repeatedly while leaving and emphasize that you learnt a great lesson only because they helped you by causing nonsense!!!

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Unreciprocated love is just like an unfinished journey. Unbridled and unrestrained. It knows no dead ends, no restraining orders, no speeding tickets and no road blocks. Always on the lookout for the destination. Grows by leaps n bounds. Stays bottled up inside you, the heart never letting you let go of the feelings that you have for your beloved and the mind never letting you forget how miserable it is not to be loved back… I have always loved truly and whole heartedly and will always continue doing so…

P.S. : For no one in particular but for everyone in general...

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Yesterday at around this time you were lonely and I held you in my arms and soothed your fears away… Today you are happy, with friends, and you have shooed me away… It’s strange but true how we hurt the heart that loves us the most and which we otherwise care for utmost… Life comes full circle in a mere 24 hours… This is the pain of love, the ecstasy of life… I love you!!!

P.S. : For the most important lady in my life.. Muuuuaaaah..

-Tj