Wish

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On a busy day
I stop by the coffee shops
Just for a sip or two
Not that I am addicted to it
But to you…

Each time I sit in coffee shops
My memories of you faded…
They come and they go…

So wonderful….
Oh! How we met...
a cup of coffee
whiff of those arometic beans
with little reason or rhyme
in the corner of the cafe...

Those subtle thoughts
the little words
Smiling, Laughing, Relaxing
Over coffee,
at your favorite little cafe

I didn’t speak
The look on your eyes
expressed your soul
your voice so compelling

Every word you spoke
touched my soul
the tone of your passion
and the way you could pause my thoughts

As the caffeine surges through me
and brings my body to life
I wish you were here…
This time too..

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Sleepless nights...

As 8th July, 2010 comes near, it creeps deep into me.... the FEAR! I don't know why? Its a strange feeling I have got. I have got through NIFT Masters of Fashion Management and on 8th July, I have my counselling. I will be alloted a centre on that day. I always wanted Bombay or Bangalore as my choice of centre and now when its completely in the hands of God, I am worried. Now that I dont believe Him but because I am asking for such alot of things together.

I researched about both the centres and every time, I come up to a different conclusion. I cant figure out which one is the right better option for me. I have now completely left it to the God but still it scares hell out of me.. I don't know why!

Another aspect of the story is that I have got my best friend from school  been admitted to the same course. Initially, I never thought that we could stay together in our post graduation but now when I know that our ranks are so close, I have the "greed" to stay together. I may not be admitting that to my family or any of the friends but I want to stay with her and I am praying hard for that. I want both of us to get the same city: Bombay or Bangalore! I am neutral among the choices as far as we stay together. I never thought that I would exploit my options because of a friend but I can't help it. I will do everything to be with her for the next two years of my life. I have been sleepless since nights due to this. I find it a little silly to take this here but I need to get it out of me as soon as possible.

I hope 8th July will hit soon and  we both get the same city. I don't  really care if I get Bombay or  Bangalore! I know the city(as long as it is Bombay or Bangalore) wont make a difference to the career I have always aspired for!

P.S. Its a completely random post throwing alot that has been inside me since a month.

77 fiction

Note:- 77 Fiction infers to fictional writings bounded to a maximum of 77 words. 


There was abuzz all over the place. Everyone in the family was excited. Special arrangements were done to welcome today’s guest. Rajat was introducing his fiancée to his family today and they were going to marry soon. 

The door bell rang.

Everyone quickly settled down while Rajat went to open the door.

He welcomed the guest with a kiss. Everyone was shocked at first sight.

Rajat introduced the guest as they entered, “Hi everyone… He is Rahul.”

77-Fiction: Child labor

Note:- 77 Fiction infers to fictional writings bounded to a maximum of 77 words. 

That day, kitty party was in her posh bungalow. Every single detail of the party was flamboyant.

They spoke highly on how child labor must be stopped, that such kids desperately need love, education, and care . They took an oath not to employ one. At the end, they raised a toast for the homeless children

When done, with his diminutive hands and hopeful eyes, he rushed to the kitchen to clean up the mess...

Poor Chotu!

Messy mess!

I have always been berated for having no order i.e. a messy desk, closet and my room!

Here’s how it goes down: 

Mom would threaten to throw all my “junk.” I would clean my desk — organize the shelves, align my text books, hide away my color pens and paintbrushes, throw the scraps of paper lying around and throw away the things that I kept an year ago and never looked back to them again.

Mom would come in a couple of hours and say, “Finally I can see the wood! Why do you have to live like a pig?” All I would do is roll my eyes!

A month later the drama would be repeated.

Why don't I keep my desk clean? 

Because those piles reminded me of all the things to do and all the things I had accomplished. I knew exactly where my things were under that cumulus of magazines, textbooks, notebooks and whatnots! I could pull relevant documents in a second when my desk was in the state of utter confusion.

But parents can't understand. Neither did my friends — always volunteering to help me clean up.The mess that infuriated them, nutrified me. I felt comfortable with the “chaotic display of sheer laziness.” I still do!

I am doubtful whether I would think differently five to ten years down the line!

Facebook Syndrome

What is the first thing you do when you switch on your laptop?

I login to my facebook account!!
 Am i addicted??       
Well, maybe!


I have been on facebook since 4-5 years and I have lived and breathed on Facebook.
From uploading photos and following random people to playing games and “liking” Chocolate Brownies, I have done it all.


There was a time when I would post 3-4 status a day.  From "Surbhi Jain is worried about the results" to "Surbhi Jain is on cloud 9!! woopie...." I shared my life on facebook. And even though it seemed to some of my friends that I had no qualms about sharing “everything” on Facebook, what they didn’t know was that they were part of a selected list that had access to “everything.”.
Yes, You have to have robust privacy settings once you are at a social networking site. 


It sometimes occured to me that why not just e-mail photos to those I wanted to share them with? Because not everyone who was my Facebook friend was in my address book. And everyone was on Facebook! 


While I enjoyed interacting with these folks on the social media platform, I didn’t have their e-mail address or phone numbers stored anywhere. Facebook made it easy for me— it reminded me of birthdays, let me drop them messages, reminded me of the events taking place,  allowed me to chat with them. 


How do I get in touch with them when Facebook dies?

Hidden

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You love him
He doesn‘t love you back. You need him
He doesn't need you back
He leaves
And all you do is
Wait.

For him to take notice
For him to call you once
Just cling onto all the memories, all the fun times
Force your needs upon him
He suffocates, He quits
And you still don’t stop haunting his lives.

He doesn't wanna make things messy
But does he understand you?
Does he realise
What does he mean to you?
And then realization strikes

And start your desperate attempts to act
like you don’t care..
But the truth remains
Its all hidden there in you.

No matter how many  parties you attend
how many vodka shots you gulp
No matter how much you bitch
You tell yourself that you ‘deserve better’
No matter how much you stare at the screen of your phone
And how many hours you stand at the door
No matter how much you wish with all your heart
That you could hear from him one last time..

He doesn't trace his path back
And you continue your endless directionless wait
Every passing day....

P.S. To every girl who still waits,
Yes, patience is a virtue. But do you deserve being treated like that?

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Marine Drive...

Those who have a lot of things going through their mind
Those looking for peace and quiet 
turn their backs to the world 
Face the sea, 
legs dangling from the platform.


Sit by that seaside
with chana, chai and seengdana
Watching the full moon, the high tides
street lights and the buzzing traffic... 


As the water lashes the beach
cool breeze making you tremble 
Sea waves reaching the pavement 
breeze brushing up your face...


With all the happy people around

and a lot of romance in the air
Winds lift up your spirit
and unload your mind....!!