New Year Resolutions

"What can be said in New Year rhymes,
That's not been said a thousand times?"

An hour before midnight we lounge on the couch, distracted, tuning the best channels to watch New Year’s Eve fireworks, bursting with exuberance into the sky, circling the world. That exciting intangible something, witnessing global celebrations.
This is the illusion.

The ugly truth: We start our new years lazing on the couch, sending texts, watching stupid TV shows etc etc etc........ And some of us are so drunk that we don't even know when the clock struck 12.

Now just like every year I have a whole new set of resolutions. A New Year's resolution is something that goes in one year and out the other. Still I have given the list a fair amount of thought (probably much more than it deserves).
So, here I go...

1) To tolerate fools more gladly (provided this does not encourage them to take up more of my time.)
2) I resolve to stop complaining about everything. (unless something doesn't really piss me off)
3) Start smoking to lose weight (I am not fat!! Just a bit on the bulkier side)
4) No booze (in the afternoon)
5) No slang ( not unless its absolutely needed)

And last but MOST IMPORTANT

6) I promise to stick to these resolutions for more than a week :)

HAPPY NEW YEAR 2012

Being Wishful

I really value our friendship ,
But you mean so much more.
Among a crowd of faces,
Yours is the one I adore.
If I had the divine power,
To make a small change,
Then us being together,
Is what I would arrange.
I can wait a life time,
Just to be with you,
Don't ask me the reason,

'Coz I am in love with you.

Hungry Shakespeare?

 To eat, or not to eat: that is the question:
Whether it is nobler to let  the tummy suffer
The bursts and pangs of irrepressible hunger,
Or to grab a snack to end all the trouble.
And to satisfy the hunger? To eat: to sleep;

Nostalgia

There were so many times,
When you were there for me,
Through darkness and despair,
You always stood beside me.
Days when we were together,
Through good times and bad,
Thinking about the past,
It makes me gloomy and sad.
The memories never fade,
As day after day passes by,
Remembering the golden days,
My eyes just want to cry.
I  miss those days when,
We would talk for hours on end
But above all these things,
I badly miss my best friend.

Zendagi Migzara

"Grief can take care of itself, but to get the full value of a joy you must have somebody to divide it with." 

Mark Twain

Nothing can be worse than the feeling of being all alone. The feeling of being lonely. This feeling originates from being in an idle state for long. As they say an idle mind is the devil's abode. This state of idleness creates a vacuum, a strange emptiness. Its like falling in an abyss, trapped inside your own mind.

So many words are left unspoken,

And a loving heart gets broken,

The eyes  shed rivers  of tears,

The rational mind gives in to fears.

Left all alone without a friend,

Waiting for the suffering to end.

The  worst nightmare: A picture of your best friends, with no place for you in the picture. The fear of being abandoned takes over.  It controls you, and distorts your perception. It magnifies your problems. As you watch the moments slipping away, others moving ahead, you feel jealous.

A real friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out.  No man is useless as long as he has one friend standing beside him. He'll believe in you even if you have stopped believing in yourself.

Life goes on. "ZENDAGI MIGZARA". The fragments of life are very semantic. You never know what to expect. If nothing is going your way you just have to wait. The wheels of fortune may turn anytime.

I wanted to kill Lizzie!

Now before you jump to any conclusions, let me make it clear that this is not some stupid murder mystery that I concocted. Lizzie refers to the lizard I killed. Rather I should say, I wanted to kill. I don't think any living creature disgusts me more than lizards. I don't know if it is because of the dirty yellow colour, or the bulging eyes,  or the crawly way in which it moves. I just despise them!!!!!

My dislike for lizards dates back to the time when I was at school. Back then I was an early riser. Anyone who knows me well will find it incredible. ME!! An early riser?? No way! A person who religiously follows Mr Owls sleeping habits could never have been an early riser. But incredible as it may sound its true, When I was at school I woke up with Mr Rooster's call. A few years later I found out that Mr Rooster tastes better than he sounds. So without discussing more about my eating or sleeping habits I'll continue talking about lizards.

I was in the habit of taking a bath early in the morning before leaving for school.  On a chilly December morning, after taking my routine bath I was lazing on the chair when the catastrophe occurred. POP! A lizard fell on my head! Nothing worst can happen to you on a cold day. I had to shampoo my hair. Hence I was in a cranky mood. I got dressed up for school and just as I was leaving another lizard jumped down. Thankfully, this time it didn't land on any part of my body, but still I got an urge to stamp it. Although I resisted the urge, but a feeling of enmity got rooted in my heart.During my college days the very sight of the creature bothered me. Every night before I went to sleep I made sure no lizard was lurking in the corners.

A while ago I was watching the Christian Bale and Gerrard Butler starrer "Reign of fire". A few minutes to the climax and a small lizard landed just beside my laptop. The disturbance angered me immensely and I decided it was time to teach little Lizzie a lesson. I fetched a long and thick register and smacked it with all my power. The little devil escaped alive but left behind it's tail. Autotomy! Strange how one can never remember these words in biology exams but they flash into your mind immediately when its no use.  I wanted to kill it but I wasn't going to pause the movie for the effort. Anyway, I believe a lost tail is punishment enough and decided not to look for Lizzie.

Kabab mein Ungli

The world is full of weirdos, and I am one of them. A very recent incident made me realize that little occurrences can change your perspective.

I had been busy the whole day and decided to relax myself in the best possible way. Tandoori chicken!! I don't generally like eating alone but on this particular occasion I decided that my body really needed this medicine. So I walked into Moti Mahal and ordered the same.

Just then a kid walked in with his parents and occupied a table not very far from my own. When I say kid I don't exactly mean a toddler.  He must be in class 6th or 7th. He flashed me a smile while taking his seat. Being the polite and affable person that I am, I returned the smile. I am not used to sitting alone waiting for food, so I decided to listen to some music to pass time. I didn't notice this for a while, but the kid was staring at me continuously. I ignored it and focused on the melodious voice of Kishoreda. Every time I turned I saw the kid with a curious look on his face staring at me. His parents were discussing something which obviously didn't interest him much.

After a while I saw the waiter approaching with the delicious looking tandoori. Naturally my eyes lit up, and my stomach gave a little growl in anticipation. The wait had acted as fuel to the fire. To my astonishment the waiter stopped at the kid's table and served the tandoori to him. To add insult to my agony the stupid kid flashed me a triumphant smile and licked his lips. Yes the brat actually licked his lips!! No decent kid does that. I felt a pang of jealousy. I called the waiter and asked him harshly about my order. He said it would take 5-10 minutes more. I felt like strangling him!! I mean I was the one who ordered first, I was the one who was patiently waiting for it instead of staring at others. I looked at the kid and there he was gobbling at the tandoori. Wicked kid!!

This was the precise moment when I realized I hate kids! Especially the ones who go about irritating friendly strangers. And the ones who gobble tasty food without even appreciating it. And then the Tandoori was served. The smell of it subsided my anger. It looked very very delicious! I looked at the kid who was eyeing at my tandoori now. I gave him one of those "murderous" looks described in The Godfather. The kid gave me an amused look. I ignored it and focused on the culinary delight resting at my table. I had only finished half of it when the kid and his family got up, paid the bill and made way towards the gate. Suddenly the kid turned and gave me the finger! Can you imagine, the kid gave ME the finger!! I wish he gets thrashed by his teachers at his school everyday, even get thrown out of school. What a jerk!!!

Moral of the story: Never return a smile unless its to a girl. Don't go to restaurant alone, and if you do please don't look around. Last and MOST important: Never give the finger to a stranger. It infuriates them. I have been guilty of the last on quite a few occasions and I found it quite funny. People giving you those angry looks. Recently my views have changed.

PS: I think  "Kabab mein Ungli" sounds better though it should be "Tandoori mein Ungli"

Sorry..

I am really sorry,
For making you cry,
I cannot undo it,
Even if I try.
Yes, I have hurt you,
But I didn't mean to,
I have let you down,
But I didn't intend to.
I just wanted to bring,
A smile on your face.
I just wanted to hold you
In a tender embrace.
But every time I tried,
I ended up making a mess,
Breaking your trust,
And causing distress.
All I ask from you,
Is one more chance,
This time I swear,
Their will be no mischance
I make a promise to you,
That I'll make you smile,
I'll make you happy,
In my own sweet style.