Love Story, one night... of a Princess.

Part I

She was one of the most care free creatures, without a care for anything in the world, ever smiling and pulling out jokes and stunts… she would have made anybody envy her happiness. Masti at college and chatting as well as story books at home made up her day.

 

One night having nothing to do… on a sudden impulse she entered a chat room in rediff and started chatting randomly. She used to do this a lot before, but not of late. Most of the guys she found boring, some geeky. Others fine but not anyone who could match her sense of witty humor. Suddenly somebody buzzed her,

 

He:  Hello.

She:  Hi.

She:  ASL please.

He:  23 M Mumbai.

He:  Yours?

She:  18 F Kolkata.

She:  So what do you do?

 

[Again the same boring round of introductions…!L]

 

He:  Hey lets cut this part out and have a little off the track conversation.

She:  Cool

          How?

He:  How is mast at college? Hope you are in a college…

She:  Yeah dude I am. College is mast yaar. Yours?

He:  Mera toh mast. No padai, only mast dhulai.

She:  Ha ha. You seem to be a cool person yaar.

He:  Was that a complement? Thanks then J

She:  Yeah. :)

He:  Hello, Aditya here.

She:  Hii, Divya.

He:  Cool name. J

 

And on and on it went…

 

2.46 am.

 

He:  Hey do you have any other ID…? Yahoo or G talk?

She:  Sure.

 

……….

 

3.17 am.

 

He:  Its late yaar, I just forgot tracking up time: P

She:  Yeah it is late, am feeling a bit sleepy now.

He:  lol, me too.

She:  Fine then.

He:  Hey, come online tomorrow at 9.30 pm.

She:  sure, fine. J

He:  Ok then, bye.

She:  Bye, Good night.

He:  Good night, will miss you.

She:  Will miss you too.

He:  Fine, please be online tomorrow.

She:  Yeah, I will.

He:  Jus imagine, we became so nice friends just on the first day.

She:  Yeah, what a co incidence, I got 56 chat requests, and I talked only with you.

He:  J

She:  Hey, will you keep on talking or go to sleep?

He:  Jaane ka mann nahi kar raha hai ;)

She:  Shaitan. Chalo jao.

He:  Bye.

She:  Bye.

He:  Kal aana zaroor.

She:  Sure. J

He:  Bye.

She:  Bye, good night.

He:  Good night.

She:  bye.

He:  Bye.

 

She dreamt about him the whole night.

 

To be continued, watch out for the next post... :)

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IF YOU STARE FIXEDLY AT SOMETHING...

 

Patterns come and patters go

Red and blue and green and yellow.

They are round, they are triangular

Patterns all hazy as they are square.

Circling and encircling dark and light

They seem to take us towards the light.

Night and day they dance, they confuse,

They constrict the point of view.

Colors all soothing and stunning

Constructing and confusing

They show us what ever is true.

What ever is life.

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mis-understanding.

Why don’t people just don’t understand what I say? What I express, what I try to convey… why does everybody get me wrong…? Rarely have any ill-feeling towards anybody… still people think I am the one trying to harm them! Even the close ones don’t get what I try to express… it is becoming a constant problem with me… I just don’t understand where I go wrong!

She is not talking to me, my best friend… mumma is misunderstanding me… everything else will cause a long list, so am not delving into that. At the end of the day, I have got nothing but to wet my pillow with the tears stemming as a result of these misunderstandings. Is their any way out of this…

I feel shattered, even she C…! At least you know me, my mood-swings, my fluctuations… then why?

For ‘Him’ I have no words… it’s my fault I know.

Can’t find any way to make these people understand that they matter to me, and that I really can’t live without them.

Please ‘don’t misunderstand me’. It has been horrible enough, not any more please. Please come back to me before I break.

 

For all those mentioned, hope you get my message.

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A silent admirer...

Every time I see you

I have the same stinging sensation

The same every time

You seem so handsome

 

You seem to speak to everyone

But me

Your care free attitude

Overwhelms me

 

Can’t you see me?

Can’t you feel my glances at you?

Don’t you realize that someone seeks only you?

Are your senses so numb?

 

The day I saw you

I knew something

I felt something

Maybe I was destined for you

 

But just destined to

Steal admiring silent glances at you

Without a word

So that others won’t know.

 

You seem to be the very

Target of my thoughts

My daylong obsession

The reason for my distraction.

 

You don’t talk to me properly

I am but just an object in the crowd

Another girl in the college

Have you ever wondered about me?

 

I have never felt so restless before

Never felt so obsessed

Never awaited so long for a single message

You broke my resolves

 

I am not the same me

As you liked when you saw me first.

I’m but just an object in the crowd

Your silent Admirer.

 

2.24 am, 24^th March.

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UNDISCOVERED over the edge.

              Just imagine…

The whole earth, or the thing we know to be the earth is actually the inside of the belly of a huge man, a man so huge that we can never think of measuring his dimension. And we are the tiny organisms inside; similar to the worms we have inside our bellies. Just as the tape worms inside us would think themselves to be huge organisms residing in a world full of all types of machines. Similarly, maybe we too are of the similar kind. We can never think of venturing beyond the confines of the belly, so we don’t know what is outside. The space explorations that we make from day to day are just the other organs inside the huge belly. The moon is one while the planets are others. The stars are small sub-organs who assist the larger organs in their functions. The meteors come when there is something wrong with the man, or suppose he has a stomach upset. It thunders when the stomach rumbles after a heavy meal, while rain falls when the man drinks. The snow falls are when the man has chilled water while the storms hurricanes and typhoons take place when he is very sick. Summer occurs as the man puts on his cloths; since their dimensions are huge compared to us, so their daytime is six months compared to us. The time for one season of ours to turn into another. The gradual change of seasons takes place as he unbuttons his coat, then his shirt and then the other garments. And it is winter when he has taken off his cloths. The sun rises as he opens his mouth to have food and night falls when he closes it. The earth was born when the man was born; in the nascent stage the earth was barren as his organs had not been fully developed then. And now all this pollution is because the child has grown up into a middle aged man who is fond of spicy foods which cause pollution. The space outside the earth is dark because the space between the organs in the belly is empty and thus dark. Since we have never taken the initiative to venture beyond ‘space’, the emptiness, because we felt their could be nothing beyond. So I think this is highly possible. If all this were to be true then, then I just shiver to think of the time when the man will die leading to our “Doomsday”…!

Just imagine the earth was a huge belly,

And we are all but worms within.

The thunder were rumblings of an empty stomach,

While the rains; drunken wines to deluge everything.

The summer and winter were but his clothing styles,

While morning and evening his meal times.

If thus was to be to be the actual happenings;

Then his birth gave the earth life,

And Adam and Eve’s first folly his evil strife.

All spicy foods cause this pollution,

And his sickness provokes hallucination.

All heaven and hell in this man alone,

His qualities make resources galore.

Though strange it may feel

Residing in a man high as a hill

Moving always never ever still

It is he whom we got to reveal.

Everything is done, everything fine

Just an issue makes me shiver and pine

Consequently

On his death, we will have to go along with thine.

2.30 am, 6th April.

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An old diary...

Had an idyllic day today. Got up late and the day seemed to pass too quickly, as if the sun had a marriage party to attend, so he was finishing up his chores quickly…! Just lolled about the whole day aimlessly. In the afternoon I suddenly had an idea.  Started arranging up my study cabinet. As usual, as if distraction was my habit… I ended up turning the pages of my old diaries. The farewell dairies in school. Just remembered the old days for a moment. All silly crushes, intoxicated poems… Just then came across this written in red ink and decorated with all sorts of good wishes…

 

Flowers are meant for adoring

Trees are meant for caring

Friendship of yours and mine should be everlasting

Always remember this!

As it is one of my saying.

 

With love from yours

Rose.

 

The moment flashed across my mind.

It was a warm sultry afternoon in school. We were in class x.  Slogging hard for ICSE. Nearly the end of the term and school. Rose [short for Rosemary] had taken my diary and was scribbling something. I was immersed in a James Hadley Chase as usual. Drooling for a long time on the page, she gave it to me and told me to remember the poem and the message that it contained. This small message signified such a great deal... expressing it will spoil the its essence.

I was surprised by the vividness with which I had remembered the incident.

Indeed it was the golden days of my life. The diary brought with it many wisps of memories. Even the calculation of marks after the tests and papers had come out, seemed to elate me.

I had so many diaries, and taking them all out would mean… the old days, the old pages… the lamp that had flickered its tenure and burned out… just forever.

I spent the whole afternoon over the diary. Didn’t know when the afternoon rolled into the evening until I could not see anything…

 

2.54 am, 5^th April 2009.

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An old man.

Ragged with age,

Clothed in tatters,

Their he sits by the road,

In the shade broad

Away from the scorching sun,

That had caused him the burns.

The wrinkles on his face

That age had gifted him,

Magnified by the struggles

That life had bestowed

As if a shower of blessings.

Never had he wished for comfort,

Never had he been deceived by it.

Now, at the final step of existence

He sits lonely as ever,

Reminiscing the bygone.

The days of youth,

The love the lust,

Even he had withstood

The storms he had witnessed,

The coffins he had passed.

Loved had they been,

Now no more.

His life on the verge

Of the chasm to his beloved,

Waiting with open arms.

An old man weary of existence.

 

The busy day continues,

People hurry about

Unaware of the lone existence.

Not considering it as an existence

By the road, vying for attention

Spreading forward his palms

For sake of some alms.

 

10.33 pm, 3^rd April.

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