An open Affair

"आते जाते खूबसूरत आवारा सड़कों पे कभी कभी इत्तेफाक से कितने अनजान लोग मिल जाते हैं उनमे से कुछ लोग भूल जाते हैं, कुछ याद रह जाते हैं " Extremely powerful lines. I heard this song on radio on my way to the office today. The mere choice of words brought back photographic memories of places, incidents & people conjuring up a delectable concoction of misty love-filled air on a breezy day. I am reminded of such wonderful memories when I have encountered severe incidents of fear, understated embarassment trying to do the hero-act, ran into unending conversations with random people I knew I wouldnt ever meet again - especially on vacations & made no attempts to save them either on a piece of paper or capture on a camera. Ironical though, I must have not wanted these memories to remain indelible and thus no attempts to save them & strangely, they seem etched. I never miss out on the details of these wonderful and sometimes not-so-wonderful memories whenever ...

I have never been known for the zeal of doing the right kind of things in my life but mostly the lack of not being able to. The tone and pitch of sorrows layered with anger and annoyance brings to the fore my real self. Seldom understood, largely misunderstood. Known to be the ultimate rambler, seeking solace in the myriad details of hope in wakefulness and love-the logic syndrome dragging the entire live-in in chaotic disorder. Agreed. The various shades of blue,black and grey. Solid color ( you see) defines me the best. Unadulterated, pure in its darkest shade and shrieking of rock-solid faith. Usually embedded deep inside, these hues need an eye beyond vision. To be able to love it, will always remain the harder choice, I am glad you opted otherwise. Agonizingly contented - the rare emotion my tiny little faith enjoys today. The whites, pinks & the floral marvels missing. The purples waiting to unfold some day.

I was quick enough to grab a cereal bar from the pharmacy & rushed in to the office. The ritual of having breakfast before I leave for work made me buy the bar but my appetite kept refusing. Morning sickness - I hope not. I had truck load tasks at hand and I knew that the Orkut alerts have to wait. Wading through countless emails & responding to them carefully such that I donot sound rushed up, screening every letter and its case, my fingers were deftly playing on the laptop when a sudden pat looked up for notice. Ah! My good old folks were here and wanted me to join them for tea-break. The atrium will be crowded usually during this time. Most of them would throng around for a verbal account from the horse's mouth. How do I evade these advances? Well, it follows the norm especially when you are back from a 3week honeymoon vacation. Inundated with calls mostly congratulating me on my new feat and the rest on work, I finally offload some of ...

cup of coffee book conversation painting I fervently took up loverly affection makeup confronting an old friend - for letting me down homework Driving lessons Wishlist first carnal desire trips to the quaint villages ride on the bus treating an illness food on the plate concept notes on the self starter model research studies for the firm i work Some out of choice and some without , the business remained unfinished to stay on forever. (in no particular order)

One of those days when the mind refuses to get tamed. One of those days when flexing the muscle doesnt leave any pain One of those days when random thoughts grows on to take cover One of those days when memories make up for the welling up sadness One of those days when the rebellious me chooses to play One of those days when the heart is falling in love with the pain One of those days when I secretly steal time out to love my space One of those days when I wish, "Wish I could"! खालीदिमाग शैतान का घर! बस बैठे बैठे ऑफिस में इन पंक्तियों के साथ हो लिए. गर्मी में तपती दिल्ली, भीड़ तो देखो, पसीने से तरबतर    फिर भी life का layout बनाने में जुटे है .