Making me learn!

I am a Bird
I can Fly
Can touch the clouds
Can sing with the Winds
Can go far far away
But never forget the Sun
To return back before its Dark.
You are a Bird.


My father enacted the above lines when I was too small just to look him and be happy for making me laugh . But have I learnt its true meaning yet?

Thank you Dad!
 

A New Year Starter!!

Disclaimer- Infuriated times,read at your own risk!!


Year or a decade passes by!! So what? most of honestly do not have time to get into emotional cherishing old memories. Please! that’s what happens in typical movies. They kissed once and they remember even after their rebirth . Or may be we don’t have any quiet time left to remember anyone. As a child (Ok! may be till college)I used to get all this feel bad situations when my friends (are they anymore??) would say me you don’t remember me and all that stuff. Significantly, I do not feel a bit. I am sorry , I would have had certain mood to speak to but you were mean to me many instances (I forgive but I have a good memory to forget) ,why this sudden feel of we are best friends and all that? And I am seriously fed up being your friend keeping up with the trend so that everybody gawks at us and yearns to be in that crowd of friends!!


I have got this hectic life that I have no importance to take your horsing around stuff. Not that I am into a relationship and a job that makes me busy ,thing is its high time I must consider and filter out people who really matter to me ( I guess you know if you are) I am not acting pricey but this is how it is in every other being’s life as well. Or if you have a contact with your friend just for a six-degree of separation contact,then they are infulencing awful exceptions. Well! I need to consider that as well, but for now I am really annoyed having phonies surrounding me.


Really appreciate your patience and understanding, if you are still reading this…


Thanks,


Jasmin

BONNY and Me!

 I have known him since  I was 8. He was like a small tiny but lion like, kept everyone on their feet , moving!. We named him BONNY, he appeared so . At first may be he hated all of us , like a spoilt brat he did the work which you would ask him not to do. But eventually he loved us more than we could expect. We were all the clock together, 24*7!. My mother loved him the most. In my teens when I used to not pay heed to my mother’s advices, he used to push me down on the floor (yes by this time he was huge enough!)and in his loud verbal skills tries to communicate with me and attempts to hurt me. When Mom comes after office carrying all her files ,she used to put one of the file on Bonny and he would aim his best to balance it and to leave them in my mom’s room .


Even though he was an untaught swimmer, he liked to watch the beach from the shore. I was scared of water as well. So we used to sit together on the beach looking at the sun set.

When I went to hostel for high school , and the day I came , to get all my attention, he would by no means let anyone come close to me. The day when I went back to hostel , he knew it. He was sad. He was cheerless all through the times .

There are countless memories ,that is impossible to depict in this small post. I don’t want to say how far away he has gone. But he was a fighter, with his old bones ,he fought with his poor health like a brave. He will always be missed , we have that bond that will be connected eternally and I am sure when I meet him again he will be still my Brother BONNY and all set to kick start a fresh adventure.

Director’s cut!

She was standing on the edge of the sea cliff . The wind was blowing rapid enough to push her skeletal body down to the brutal sea. She looked miserable, her eyes were strange ,may be she cried them out some time back. She raises her left leg first, may be her strong right side wanted her to give her a hope to live. She made a shift towards the roaring sea.




Suddenly someone restrains her at the waist and pulls her back a little away from the border. She was stunned , she tries to lose herself from its grip which was muscular . So, like all women she surrenders and cries . She turned back. He was expected. He follows her everywhere. She never wanted him to ask his identity , she had lot of her own problems to solve. Or even if her problems were solved , she will never talk to this creepy stranger , she recalled the other day when a bystander commented on her , the passer by was hit by a truck. This stranger never smiled but he stared at her all the time.



But that day when he held her close to him and when she gave up her struggle to fight back , he was different. He was crying . Being a woman , she had to melt down her anger .

“Who are you?”she asked.

But he was merely looking at her and crying his eyes out. As if he has lots of memories, promises attached to her . As if he was born to shield her.

She was not sure if she was curious to know about him but still she asked him again “who are you?”

He wiped his tears that came streaming down his cheeks . He plants a kiss on her forehead ,holds her and jumps to the calls of the sea that gulps them within.

Two random people having a conversation:

P1 : No don’t kill them!! he should have told her that she lost her memory when they were in college , and how they loved each other like crazy!

P2: No , it will be a typical hindi movie then.Her old love is the one who completes her. No wonder all this while he was searching for her. And now that he can’t have her, He decides to die together.

P1:All I want is, it should pull the audience to watch and remember!!

P2: Trust me !!

Director sahab coffee is here.



P/S: On a Saturday in office but its ok when you can put the speakers on,order a pizza and ofcourse update you blogs :D :D

Late Bloomer in Love!

How do i feel?


Actually I am a late bloomer in everything and for a while every now and then I liked being so.. u know ignorant and idle towards most of the things) ,now that I have fallen in love and like all of you used to say I am as well getting the sudden jerks and jumps of this feelings ( anger ,jealousy and more love )..LOL

How did all turn out??

I don’t know exactly when it really happened. But I do commit to memory, I liked him since the day I spoke to him ( the same day I saw him) so possibly could be a love at first sight. The point is we can never calculate when it  happened . Hang on!!, may be the moment I missed him when I was away from him. Or may be the day we kissed or in the beach holding hands .AHH!! impossible to wrap up. All I know is that I LOVE HIM 

Future?

I am  enjoying being in love. Having a blend of good and bad times with him , yet loving him more , and more of realizations and tears.Yah! Crazy I know (who is sensible in love anyway!) What is future exactly ? Getting married eh?. I feel like that I have known him quite a lot of years. Well certainly I don’t see a life without him.



What is his name?

And for now if I say we are not in a relationship ,will be so clear that I am a liar ( even though I am a liar big time) . Apparently, He is Mr E .

So why he will be a mystery(Mr E) for quite some time :D

All That Greed

“I”- needs more ...

 Human being    born under any sunsign  or moonsign , no matter what were the position of the stars during their birth ,have a innate habit of drooling over others’ possessions...

A person who walks by foot   looks upon a person on a bicycle, the bicycle person looks upon a motorbike and then it’s a four wheeler..and it’s not the end  of their collection , different latest vintage model and all that... we count on  and  on.

( which is obviously  impossible to follow)-what if people  could  satisfy themselves  and find peace with what they have?? Why can’t “greed” end with  “need” of just  ROTI , KAPPDA and MAKKAN.. ??

 Oh Crap!!  .. My neighbour got a brand new BMW *heart-ache*

hah!! Human nature!!

The Mary Ann mutiny!!

Mary Ann married in her teen and summers of 1984
She was quiet but knew happiness on her way for sure
She cooked food,washed clothes and cleaned the floor
Her husband worked out,she stayed behind the closed door

Mary Ann dreamed to become a singer, a big star
She realized that wishes are all scars, impossibly far
Just then she heard someone playing music of a guitar
She started to sing to the music,like a perfect pair.

Mary Ann thereof failed in marriage , fell in love
It was sinful but thoughts were made in heaven above
Her husband never cared what she was sad of?
Piece of music gave her the courage,she was deprived of.

Mary Ann and her unaccepeted music wisdom was caught
Her husband treated her like an object,he bought
She was dejected ,she fancied a divorce in the court
She could not settle on as she was all alone,no support

Mary Ann was seized and starved inside some locked way
She rebelled but was left cheerless and the end of each day
In her chained remains,her dreams set in a motion to decay
So she decides to meet her maker,and ask Him why?