Paper Mache Love : #2 All Over Again - II

The second story in the series Paper Mache Love. A two part story. Here is Part II

All characters, incident and places are purely a work of fiction. However to give it a little authentic feel certain incidents, places or otherwise references have been used for creative reasons

All over again

Alcohol has, what I'm sure the people before me, would call mystic powers. It gives a sense of power and replaces the known inhibitions with unknown confidence and more often than not leads to foolhardy. Not only was I drinking way beyond what I usually had, I also took the bold step of offering to buy the girl sitting next to me.

"A thousand half-loves must be forsaken to take one whole heart home." Kavya had quoted Rumi during one of our many binge drinking sessions where everything from politics to sports to the latest magazine covers were discussed. This time we were both discussing how things had changed so drastically from the first time we had met. I was recently dumped and she had her own bag of troubles with her relationship at that time. While I was questioning the fact that was I not meant to be loved and how on earth did it make sense for me to carry the tag of Casanova that everyone bestowed upon me so generously, "You wish you were Casanova!! also having the hottest girl from hostel hangout with you everywhere does help, don't flatter yourself" she said with a sparkle in her eyes and her hypnotic smile. She went on to add, "Anyway, remember someone will come along the way and hug you and all the broken pieces shall fit back together.." Now I don't know the exact moment I fell in love with Kavya. Was it what she said, was it what we were talking about or was it the alcohol I do not know but I was glad she was with me.

Was it what she said, was it what we were talking about or was it the alcohol I do not know but I had found my way to the dance floor and was now dancing with her in a bar in New York. Fuck!

The strobe lights made everything hazy. Before long I was perspiring in a centrally cooled bar in the month of February with heavy snow fall outside. With every touch she was doing things to me that I hadn't felt in a long time. Her dance moves were as mesmerising, if not more, as her own beauty. I wasn't thinking straight any more, clearly the blood was flowing to another organ and not to my brain. As the night progressed I became bodacious, I was holding her by her waist from behind while she gyrated against me.

The male body is a strange thing, all this while when my mind was setting off alarms after alarms as if a nuclear catastrophe had occurred, my body decided that She had to devoured. She suddenly moved away from me, swung around grounding her pelvis lightly into my groin, took my face in her hands and kissed me. "Shut up," she said, softly, then kissed me again. I returned her kiss and immediately knew my body had decided that it had listened enough to my mind. I moved both hands around her and cupped her firm ass, squeezing the cheeks.

As the elevator doors closed, we jumped at each other like two hungry animals being fed after weeks. After a few moments, she pushed me back into the sides of the elevator to kiss me while finding her way around my suit to locate the keys. As our tongues played together, I massaged both tits then allowed my right hand to roam down her tummy before going back to gripping her ass, over her LBD. When we reached the room she straddled me, my hands instinctively went to her back to support her, but they soon began to roam all around her body; rubbed her shoulders, massaged her lower back, then gently squeezed her petit but exquisite butt. she pushed herself onto me, I rubbed and probed as much as the soft fabric of her LBD would allow.

I woke up to the sunlight coming through the curtains. Looked around to find her in my shirt trying to make the coffee, I sneaked my way to her and kissed my way down her neck, she smiled.

"Happy Valentine's Day Rishi Shashtri"

She turned to face me.

"Happy Valentine's Day Kavya Shashtri"

Epilogue

Kavya & Rishi Shashtri were an odd couple as described by their friends. While Rishi was all about the theatrics, Kavya kept him in check. She was the more practical one between the two. It became a part of folklore that when Rishi had finally pop'd the question to Kavya. she initially didn't answer and asked for sometime. When they finally did talk again, she came with a Terms&Conditions which detailed what it would take for her to agree to marry him. Among those T&C was a point which said that if either one of them didn't feel the way they felt today about the other it would mark an end of the marriage. And hence this tradition of celebrating Valentine's Day came into life. Every year taking turns they would pick the other one at a bar just like they were strangers and fall in love all over again...

Paper Mache Love : #2 All Over Again

The second story in the series Paper Mache Love. A two part story. Here is Part I

All characters, incident and places are purely a work of fiction. However to give it a little authentic feel certain incidents, places or otherwise references have been used for creative reasons.

All over again

Over the years I had understood that what made my talks popular wasn't particularly what I said in my allocated time but it was these little impromptu Q & A sessions that I held at the end of each talk. This worked as an advantage for both the audience and me. Whenever I saw the interest in the audience lost I would end my talk and jump to these Q & A sessions. They were mighty popular. If the truth be told this was actually suggested by Kavya. She always had a way with people. Almost everyone that met her fell in love with her. "People need to hear what YOU think, not what YOU think they came to hear" she had told me once. 

Kavya, the social butterfly, the heart of the party, the problem solver, the pin-up girl of the hostel, she was all this and so much more. Kavya, the doting mother and loving wife. My wife and the mother of my children. The thought of kavya brought a smile on my face. How lucky was I to be married to her. She was indeed special. In all her special ways.

"Whats the difference between erotica and porn?" asked a sophomore drawing whistles from the guys in the audience. I was brought back to the auditorium from my thoughts about kavya.

"Rishi! whats the difference between erotica and porn" she asked again. I always made it a point for my audience to address me by my name. "It builds a connect" Kavya had said.

"Umm..To be honest I'd have say it's mostly the lighting" I said to a round of applause and whistles. My audience agreed. I thought to add that the treatise Kama-Sutra had listed 77 positions that when practiced would provide the pleasures few humans would have experienced. I chose to not elaborate on my answer that would go on to cover Dharma, Karma, and other facets of Indian Philosophy. I had won my audience. "It's a talk, not a tutelage" Kavya had reminded me time and again.

By the time I was done with the Q & A sessions it was almost 19:00. I took the car that the Rockefeller Foundation had provided back to my hotel. I just wanted to eat a little something and go on to Hangout with kavya. She'd be waiting. I hate being away from her.

The Rockefeller Foundation is a philanthropic organization and private foundation based at 420 Fifth Avenue, New York City. My favorite city in the whole wide world after of course amchi Mumbai! City Beautiful. My hotel was close to the auditorium, I always made it a point to request to be put up close to where I was supposed to come and deliver my talks. As I entered the lobby of my hotel, the receptionist told me that there was a call asking if I had come in. "Kavya!" I thought. As I ran up to my room I realized the time difference and it felt like someone took my heart and crushed it into a million pieces.

Dejected I decided to head down to the bar to get myself a couple of drinks. It'll be a while before she'd be waking up. On my way to the bar I asked the receptionist to hold all calls and have someone inform me. I'd be at the bar.

By the look of the bar it seemed pretty up market. And the people were all enjoying themselves. I went straight to the bar and ordered my usual, 'Old Monk large with three ice cubes'. I almost knew how stupid I must have sounded as I said those words. I tried to cover up but was surprised to see a smile on Ricky's face, my bartender that night. 

Ricky or as I later found out Rakesh, was from Delhi and was working at the hotel as a bar tender.The patron of the hotel was an Indian. I had a couple of more drinks and my thought went back to Kavya. We both stayed on campus but I had never imagined ending up marrying her. I ran my fingers over my wedding ring. It was a platinum love band. She too had a similar one. We had our words engraved on both. Of course I had heard about her, who hadn't!. The complete hostel was head over heels but at that point in time I was dating someone else and it never mattered who Kavya- the hottie was.

I was so engrossed in my thoughts about Kavya that it was only after a while I realized  I was actually staring someone. In the dim light of the bar I couldn't see clearly. To save myself the embarrassment I smiled to this stranger across the bar and went to the washroom to relieve myself. I was hoping by the time I'd return the stranger would have left. When I came back to occupy my seat at the bar to my surprise finding the stranger gone made me happy and kinda sad, as if a known face in the bar was gone.

A mutual friend had first introduced us. Kavya was dating someone at that time but she always had time for me. We started spending more and more time together. Living in the campus together gave us enough reasons to keep spending time with each other. Then one day just like that, just like so many times before, the girl I was dating decided that I was not "enough". I was angry, sad but most importantly all my social interactions were cut-off. I had cut off from all my social circles except Kavya. I had tried to cut her off too but she was adamant, she wasn't going anywhere. "You do what you want to, I'm sitting here and not going anywhere and if you want to walk off. Go ahead I'll follow. I'm right here."

After my 8th I think I had lost track of how much and what was it that I was consuming. A faint fragrance of a concoction of different fruits brought me back into the bar. The bar, now gyrating to the boomy bass bring dropped by the resident deejay. I turned left as if being drawn by an invisible string of fragrance to find this maiden with a perfect hour glass figure.

Sitting in one of those high bar chairs, it was as if Aphrodite herself had descended into the bar and had chosen to sit right next to a mere mortal like me. She was wearing a LBD, Little black dress that did little to hide her curvaceous body. She had all the right weights at all the right places. It seemed to me that an expert craftsman had meticulously chisel every part of her. Her hair which was so bouncy that she had shifted all on one side in one swift move, revealing a collar bone with an infinite love tattoo. 

To be continued.

Paper Mache Love

I've been playing with the idea of a series of short stories just to see what I can cook up, while they're not the best that you must have read I'm mostly doing it to test waters and see if i can actually pull off one.
I've named this series of short stories as Paper Mache Love. And this is the first one in the series.

I. Love. You

I was sitting by her side, taking long slow drags of the cigarette and expelling the smoke slowly as if little by little with it's thick smoke the pain would leave my body too. We took turns with the slow poison. Was she burning away her pains? I never asked. She never told. She was wearing a Tantra tee with the long skirt that was tracing the silhouette of her body. Sometimes I've wondered does she even know how kind God had been to her while making her. Her cute face on a body that best can be described as a rock guitar was one of Gods game that he played on us humans. It was my pleasure to pleasure her body.

I flicked my wrist it's 11:00. I'd have to be up early tomorrow. But tomorrow can wait for now being by her side was more important. I thought I owed it to myself, to her, to us.

It was horribly obvious that we both felt what we were too afraid to say. I could see it in her big brown eyes and maybe she could feel the sentences like braille on my shivering skin.

I distinctly remember asking myself how I had arrived at that place. That vulnerable, debilitating place where self-doubt flourishes and the past resides. I had been painfully careful, impressively determined and steadfast in the protection of an already battered heart.

Yet there I was, about to say the three scariest words imaginable. The words that, at times, I've said all too easily or have left trapped behind gritted teeth. Words I've said and haven’t meant, said and absolutely meant, and said and have wanted to mean to the point of exhausting self-hatred. The words that've kept me from leaving, kept me from staying, and have kept me from unraveling more times than I care to admit.

I. Love. You.

While they’re sometimes overused and often abused, when used correctly, there’s no denying that those three seemingly simplistic words are the most dangerous, scariest, and otherwise treacherous words in the English language.

I love you can be a promise failed. A constant reminder of your once-overpowering naivety. As you contemplate saying those syllables just one more time, you’re unwillingly transported back to a bathroom floor where you said you couldn’t and you begged her to try and the only thing left of an “us” was a shattered picture of aborted happiness.

I love you can be a reminder of your flaws. Everything someone else decided was wrong with you comes barging to the surface, like the blood that forms a bruise you can’t hide. The times you weren't good-looking enough or put together enough or simply not “enough” highlight all that you’re lacking. All that you hope she doesn’t find lacking too.

I love you can mean complete vulnerability. Maybe not right away but eventually you’ll begin to rely on this person. You’ll call for them when you’re sick and you’ll cry on them when someone dies and you’ll rely on them when exhaustion takes its toll. You’re dangerously close to becoming accustomed to their presence so the threat of their indefinite absence becomes overwhelming. It’s not that you can't live without them. You can. You’ll just know that if it ever came to it, you wouldn't want to. And that want can paralyze you if it isn't reciprocated.

I love you can mean change. Sacrifices will be made and consistencies will be altered and the time you lovingly treasure as your own will be shared. You won’t sleep in the middle of the bed, you’ll pick a side and you won’t eat the sunny side up eggs you managed not to break, you’ll give those away. You’ll give pieces of yourself and your schedule and your space so that part of you can become an us.

I love you can mean complacency. What if you become a fixture in their scheduled life? What if you’re taken for granted like their bedside table or the light fixture behind that photo of her BFFs? What if you become too predictable, with your morning breath and your affinity for The Office? What if love gives way to comfort gives way to boredom?

Three simple words on the outside, but hold a complicated multitude of worries and doubts and fears and feelings that don’t have words.

Just like her eyes and the goosebumps on my skin.

I said I love you that night. After the failed promises and the flaws and the feelings of complete vulnerability subsided. After the threat of unavoidable change and horrid complacency diminished, something pushed me forward, like a trusted friend who whispers you’ll be okay and who you actually, against all odds, believe.

I said I love you.

Because the only thing scarier than saying it…

…is saying nothing.

I Miss You...but did i really ever have you??

I Miss You...but did i really ever have you??

I woke up thinking of you this morning. I sat still in my bed, trying not to fully cross the barrier from “dreaming” to “awake.” I listened to sad, longing music, all about missing someone — but always someone they had once loved. What is the word for missing someone, for knowing there is something missing from you because they are not there, when you have never had them to begin with? Does that word exist?

You touched my hand. I don’t think you know you did, but I felt it. I felt one finger, then two, run against mine when you walked past me, and I counted the seconds in my head until I could no longer feel my skin burning with you. It’s little things like this that I miss, the tiny bits that make up a whole imagined life, something we could have had, if we were two different people.

Sometimes you look at me, and I wonder what you are looking at. You have these deep, prying, knowing eyes, and sometimes I imagine that they are only this way with me, but I know that can’t be true. I’m sure that you look at me just like you look at everyone else — curious, smart, but ultimately bored. I can’t stand to keep looking at you for too long, to meet that gaze, because there always feels like too much expectation: “Say something smart.” “Be funny.”" Entertain me."

When I am thinking of you, I try not to look in the mirror. It’s hard not to wonder — just like we all do — if it isn’t about the way I look. If I had less flaws, if i was less different, would I have had you? Would you look at me differently? It’s easy to hate yourself when you don’t have something you want, when you are looking for any fault to blame it on. But I suspect that if I were just a notch or so in shape, all of this would be easier. You would have to think of me, too.

But I don’t think of my body so much, or yours, for that matter. I think of laughing with you, mostly. I think of sitting with you at dinner, talking with you for hours and hours, falling asleep while talking to you because we still have so much to say and don’t want to go to bed just yet. I think of all the things we have done, the places we could have gone. I wonder if I would have loved them that much more because I was there with you.

Of course, maybe you’re not so great, when one gets to know you. Maybe you don’t live up to expectations, and there is no greater plan behind the pointed way you look at people. It’s always possible that the version of you I’ve built in my mind is nothing like the real you, and maybe that’s why I love missing you so much. It’s easy to miss someone when all we have is imagination, and all we have to confront is what we’ve created in our minds. There are no fights, no long silences, no nights where we don’t touch each other because we’re too tired or too angry. No mornings where you push me away because it's too hot and I'm too needy.

But I want it all. I want it with you. I want to hear you yell and see you cry and feel you against me at least once, at least to say I’ve seen it. And I know that I likely never will, and I miss it. I miss it as acutely as if I’d had it, in the way you miss sleeping on the couch and waking up on the bed, or a friend who moved away and never quite stayed in touch. I miss you so much it hurts.


I miss you, and you never even left.

Far Away

Apologies for the not updating for sometime now, had my hands full with work and was practically trying to be at two places at one time. With the completion of one of my projects, I now have sometime when neither am i answering my phone and/or running to be at some place.
Read on..

Far Away

I dedicate these verse to you

The one who sees

the far away
heartbreak, pain 

and sorrow, in a future 

she claims to know,

Imma hold you tight straight through the daylight,
I'm right here when you gonna realize that I'm your cure

Far away,
deep within my soul i know
of a future spoken
only in fairy tales
you'll be there and I'll be near
baby have no fear

Even far away,
you could see it.
They were drunk.
But not from any type of beverage.
They were drunk off each other.
The way they laughed.
The way they kept sneaking glances
even though they knew the other one
was looking too.
The way they curled into each other
with a nervousness hidden behind
a subtle excitement.
Even from far away,
you could see it.
They found each other
utterly intoxicating.

End of All

This post perhaps has undergone the maximum no. of revisions and edits. Sometimes for being a little too opinionated, to being a little too sadist but all in all I'm happy with the end result.

End of All

It is the end

of all days,

the nights just aren't the same

as the shadows embrace

and sorrow grows..

Girl I wrote this for you

these the words I can't escape 

searing doubt etches

into each thought

as the darkness pulls

reeling my sanity in....

how can i stop

dreaming

how can i give up 

when all the words make 

all the compliments 

for you

sacrifice would be nice

for you

paradise won't be same

without you to share with

A hollow shell rocking

blown by the winds of fate n despair

lights, camera, action

like a motherfucker cave man

grows a beard

your fragrance

makes my blood race

This city 

that feeds my pride and my greed  

you're my lighthouse

leading me to shore

empty and lost

as my soul looks dully on...

everyone sees a monster

in your embrace this beast learns to behave

in your presence 

he learns to smile

It's getting late 

but I'm not tired

there's no place 

I'd rather be

I feel inspired

but i guess we'll have to wait n see

Lets just stay up till the surise

until tomorrow is today..

We could have been

but this is only the way i live..

while i dream

you be who you set out to be

saw you 

and knew it right away

dreams are beautiful

but seldom they 

come true

I always thought to be your king

but I forgot

This just a Big Game of Throne!

Times fly's

and till you change your mind

I'll be alright!

We don't look at someone 

and say

"hey you know"

"No, you're all i need to know"

So thank you so much for 

All the things you continue to do

Kept safe in the clutches

of blood worn deception

bound by the sins

of my days

i chose you

come rain, hail or storm

at the 

End of All

I choose you!

Promise

Now my last post got a lot of criticism for being way too long to grab the readers attention. I'm working at making my posts shorter. However the stubborn person that I am, I'll continue to write the long ones with a slight change..Stay tuned for that. While i leave you with my little attempt to capture all that I never say. 

Promise

So today, I swear I'm not doing anything.

just want to sit here and write,

i swear i ain't doing anything,

I promise to 

be there when

when you need me,

even there when

you don't,

I promise to hug you tight 

and never let go,

I promise to hug you tighter when you're lonely 

and sometimes hug you cause I can,

The clocks ticking

as I write this,

I promise to wipe your  tears

when they fall,

I promise to catch you before you fall, I promise

There's so many things we gotta do, and

so many places to be,

I promise to keep you not,

for the rest of my life but rest of yours,

I'm gonna hold on to you,

cause you know exactly how to save a life, for a thousand years now

And for a thousand more.

#9 That time in our life

Among the best part of my work is meeting different people and getting a chance to hear their story and their life experiences..the following is a little satire or rather a fun take on life as seen by a few of the amazing people that i get to meet and interact with ( psst. It's mostly just me :P )

#9 That time in our life

1) You've finally graduated to a “real” email address, something “professional”, though you often find yourself feeling nostalgic for your first email, rife with xx’s, sHiT tYpEd OuT LiKe dIs and a Fan boy reference.

2) You have your own place, most likely with cohabitants, but you still sheepishly expect your parents to do laundry whenever you visit them.

3) Your Google search history includes questions like “the fastest way to clean denims?" " How to bypass Websense?” or “How to bypass Websense without admin privileges?”

4) You’re still not 100% sure what investing or portfolio is, but if you have one, you like to say things like “I have a very diverse investment portfolio” at parties.

5) If you have a car, it probably has a college sticker from your Alma mater in the back window, and you realize that you are slowly crossing the threshold of people assuming it’s your Alma mater to asking you if your kid goes there.

6) Coffee is considered either a major food group or, if not that, a daily supplement. It should technically be covered by your health insurance provided by your employer.

7) Your hairstyle is a constant source of insecurity because you can never tell if you look older or younger than your age.

8) You have accumulated a very large collection of pens, 95% of which don’t seem to work but you keep them anyway.

9) A "Work from home day" is basically you sleeping with your laptop switched on instead of putting it on stand by since you want to be seen "Available".

10) “Sick Days,”too, are much harder to justify. Basically, if you aren’t puking or bleeding, you go to work like a grown up.

11) You have at least one or more contacts in your phone that says something along the lines of "Pune guesthouse" " Ironing wale bhaiya" "Neha Who" as a description of some person you once met or call more regularly than your family.

12) You routinely list your childhood best friend/ hostel roommate on your resume as a “character reference”?—?because they are, truly, the one person in your life qualified to refer to you as “quite a character.”

13) You've already found a few stray gray hairs and you've decided to keep them because they make you seem more mature. and that beard just makes you look more sexy..you sexy thing!!!

14) You’ve said, “Sorry, I’m still pretty new here” for at least the first six months at your job.

15) Shows like Girls infuriate you: no one you know has an apartment or wardrobe half as chic as those girls.

16) You’ve worn the same pair of underwear for two days because, you know, if you turn them inside out it’s basically like they’re still clean. Right? okay lemme rephrase that for my more hygienic friends, you did so cause you're living out of a duffel bag always travelling and the laundry at your last hotel wouldn't return it within the duration of your stay.

17) You might be the youngest person in your office, but you’re pretty sure you’re the only one who knows anything about #Life.

18) Suddenly everyone is “really chill” talking about masturbation. Dude mera 9 in a day ka record thod k bata..Taj mein party deta hoon.

19) People no longer ask what your parents do; they ask what you do.

20) Going to sleep before two am is to present-day-you as going to sleep by eleven pm was to childhood-you.

21) You see a cute baby in the grocery store in the cereal aisle and you think,“Oh, I can’t wait to be a parent.” but by the time you get to the milk you've heard enough screaming children to do a 180 and as you grab your carton,you shudder at the realization of “Ugh, kids.”

22) When you go to a doctor and he asks you how much exercise you get in a week you’re like, “Well, not that much I guess but I’m always really tired so I think I must be doing enough physical activity.”

23) You like to think you know about world affairs but even if you don’t you’ve figured out that saying “I can’t believe what’s happening in (insert any country, even your own) is always a conversation starter.

24) Every month when you pay rent you say, “Didn’t I just pay the rent?”

25) You semi-understand that your tax return isn’t exactly “free money” but it still is a nice surprise.

26) If you say you don’t like something and someone asks why, if you don’t feel like explaining it to them you just sigh and say, “It’s bad for the economy.”

27) On a first date you’ve been poised to ask, “So, how often are we realistically going to have sex?”

28) You have called your best friend specifically to ask them how they poop, because you are really starting to question if the western way is the best way.

29) You have had an inconvenient boner and surrendered to it. Maybe if you keep talking no one will notice...

30) You’re never sure when you can use a smiley face in a work email, but once you see someone else do it you’re relieved.

31) You budget your groceries in the sense that if it’s above a certain amount when you check out, you audibly groan.

32) If you’re in a relationship, you’ve found yourself wondering if you’re going to get married. If you’re not in a relationship, you’ve found yourself wondering if you’re going to get married.

33) You have a Pinterest board specifically dedicated to getting you into your “happy place” after a hard day. May or may not include puppies.

34) You’ve specifically denied that there are any similarities between your current girlfriend and your mother.

35) “Free food” is a pick-up line.

36) When attempting to “woo” a potential date, you’ve heard yourself say, “My roommates are totally chill with me having people overnight.”?—?unless, of course, you still live with your parents.

37) Your willing adherence to expiration dates is directly proportional to how much money you spent on the item.

38) You’re excited about getting mail for about .5 seconds until you realize it’s all bills, spam and your boss.

39) The first time you go in to a job interview and you have legit, well-thought out answers to all their questions and then they hire you because you are actually, completely qualified is such an amazing moment that you don’t understand why they haven’t included the key to the city in your new hire package.

40) You still save Word docs as “have to give it today" and you’re wondering when you’ll grow out of that.

41) You have yelled, “but i just shaved today?? Does that mean nothing to you?” during a heated argument.

42) You have a thermometer in your cabinet, but you’ve never used it because if you feel shitty enough to take your temperature, you feel too shitty to get out of bed and walk to the cabinet.

43) Washing dishes is a thing you do when you haven’t got much else going on and your roommate used all the fresh ones.

44) Your parents suddenly seem really old, yet your grandparents are just as old as you remember them.

45) You have nightmares about tripping over your words when you have to answer the phone or being ridiculed at by grammar Nazi

46) The last person to knock on your door was either the pizza guy or someone asking for money. Your friends don’t knock and your family certainly just barges right in.

47) You’re just old enough to forget how to hold a pen. That shit is scary bro!!!!

48) You’re now the young “up and comer” at the office that your father is alternately terrified of/annoyed by.

49) You’re no longer getting taller, you’re actually getting shorter.

50) Suddenly you realize no one has asked you about college in a really long time, and it’s been years since they asked about school.

51) You have this nagging need to gain closure about a girl. It bothers you that you don’t know why or how a person becomes a part of you. You know they exist, but how?

52) You don’t realize how uninteresting you are until you meet someone who is actually really interesting. This is the time of your life when that’s going to happen, if it hasn't already.

53) Just when you think you’re still “too young” to worry about big disease , someone your age gets it and you’re like, “Damn it.”

54) Having a lot of condoms either means you have a lot of sex or you haven’t had any in a really long time. Don’t divulge to guests; allow them to wonder.

55) You and your friend have made a will in case either of you die and while everything else has been thought of..both can't decide who gets to have the porn collection because obviously that's too much of emotional baggage to carry.

56) You realize you don’t actually own a pair of scissors and you don’t know how you let that happen.

57) Until someone points it out, it never occurs to you that you have to change bed sheets every once in a while, Hail Laxmi bai!! ( I seriously can't imagine living like i do without her )

58) Whenever you sign a check or otherwise important document you get nervous that your signature doesn’t look enough like a previous signature and someone will be like, “Hey, are you really you because when you signed your license three years ago you dotted your I’s with hearts and now you don’t.”

59) When you can’t sleep at night nine times out of ten it’s because you remembered that one time when you were like, thirteen, and you were alone with your girlfriend and all you could do was hold hands, and suddenly your life seems like a terrible mistake.

60)  The amount of money you spend is directly proportional to how lonely you are and how much you miss the love of your life.

61) You suddenly like all actresses well cause you don't know shit about acting and they all are too pretty to chose.

62) With every death in Game of Thrones you have a sigh of relief that it's not Tyrion Lannister, cause bedding whores and drinking wine all day and to have kick ass lines and general badass wisery is your dream

63) You can't explain What the Fuck is Nutella ??

64) When at home, It's "No Pants Day". Everyday.

65) The focus has always been on People and Time but now you seem to be running out of both.

66) Some times you sit at the beach just because you want to be alone. Nothing big. Just alone.

67) The nights are your favorite time of a day. (see what i did there :P )

68) By now you're addicted to at least one kind of drug...not the narcotic wala re, music, work, working out, singing. You're now looking to make life more fulfilling.

69) Isn't this like dinner for two? ( Sorry had to say that, Peace Yo!)

70 ) I should really stop this, it will never stop it seems, Also if you're reading this please visit the comments section and put in your kind words.

71) I know how many of you visit, just try being nice na. This tall dark handsome guy can do some good appreciative words.


While the list is endless , I would love for you to help keep the list going, share what defines That time in our life.

HIMYM : What really matters

12 Million of us watched, " ....and that's how i met your mother" said Ted. If you're left with a How-I-Met-Your-Mother hole in your soul like me then you'll relate to this post. Once it was over it got me thinking. What really matters. Read on to know more.

HIMYM : What really matters

How I Met Your Mother has been running for 9 years. That’s amazing, really. The pilot remains one of the strongest concepts for a TV show that I can think of. That’s not to say it’s one of the best pilots ever, although it is very good, but the concept — a framing device of a guy telling his kids the story of how he met their mother — is amazingly refreshing. These days it seems so common, now that it’s been ingrained in our pop culture knowledge. Everyone knows the story of How I Met Your Mother, even if they haven’t ever actually seen the show. We’ve been looking forward to meeting the Mother for 8 years, and now that we finally have, most of us are in this to the end, sticking around for that moment when Ted Mosby meets the love of his life. 

As the blanks have been filled in, we must ask ourselves, what happens next? . Where do we go after we say goodbye to these endearing characters that have been part of our lives for almost a decade?

Perhaps the show has been answering this question for us since it started. The pilot began by hooking our hopes with Robin, the first potential mother, but ended with a surprise twist: Robin is not the Mother. Instead, the pilot turns out to be the mini story of how Ted met “your Aunt Robin,” as he relates to his bored kids, who sigh and roll their eyes, knowing what we don’t yet: Ted’s stories are really, really long. That’s the key to the series, and the answer to the question. Ted’s stories are not about the who’s, the what’s, or the why’s. They are about, as the title suggests, the how. The reality is, Ted could have married any of the many girls he dates throughout the show. Any one of them could have been a mother, but none of them are the Mother. This backs up Ted’s belief in one-true love. If Ted had met the Mother earlier, would he have fallen for her?

That’s a good question, since we know they are a pretty good match early on. Consider the episode where Ted ends up at Cindy’s apartment and points random things that he likes about her… which turn out to be the Mother’s things. Clearly Ted is “ready” to meet her, isn’t he? Or would it not have worked at that time? This is certainly a question most of us have asked ourselves; it’s a question I’ve asked myself. What if I had met someone at a different time? Would we be friends? Would we not be friends? Some answers are hopeful, some aren’t.

Still, we know that when Ted does meet her, it will be amazing. It has to, right? After all, it’s been 9 years. We’ve seen Ted go through the fire over and over again. Fate has been preparing him even though he doesn’t know it, and as of now, still can’t see it. Although Future Ted has the benefit of hindsight to realize how perfect that moment was, Past Ted still has no idea what is about to happen. Look at all the random things that had to line up. Yes, those events are constructed by the writers and show runners, but they still reflect the messy reality of the unpredictability of life. A million random events line up with a million other random events that bring these two people, who have never met, have nothing to do with each other, together in one brief moment in time; a moment that couldn’t have happened a minute too soon or a minute too late. That’s a miracle. It’s the scariest and most amazing part of life. Any moment could be that moment, the moment that changes your life forever. It’s frightening to think you could be missing it. I spend a lot of time alone, what if I’m supposed to be somewhere else? Well, there’s an episode for that. The thing is, there’s nothing really that you can do about those moments, and that’s what makes them so magical. Those moments will happen. I mean you can hide underground all your life and that will probably prevent you from a lot of potential moments, but that isn’t living. To live is to subject yourself to the whims of the universe.

And here’s the real thing: every moment is a potential moment. Each potential moment could be a big moment in hindsight. For all the things humans have discovered, for all the knowledge we have, we’re still not very good at recognizing the present. Maybe we never will be, maybe that’s kind of the point. The present is a whisper in the echoes of time after all. It only lasts for the briefest second and then is gone, but at the same time, it continues forever.

So all these people Ted has met, everyone he’s fallen in love with, every time he’s tried to avoid another heartbreak, each promise he’s made to never be hurt again, each time he’s broken that promise, they all add up to him meeting the one person who would change his life. The thing is, all of those people changed his life, refining him a little bit, making him stronger, wiser, better, more suited to meeting the Mother. Who’s to say he couldn’t have had a happy life with any of them? Ted believes in one-true love, is he right in doing so? Is one-true love ordained by the universe or determined by our actions? Can you make a relationship work with someone you’re not meant to be with? It seems easier to say you weren’t meant to be with someone and call it off than to admit you don’t want to put in the work to make the relationship work. At least the older generation would tell us so. Are they right? Or are we, the younger generation on to something that they weren’t? More and more marriages end in divorce these days. What’s happening? Are we having a harder time finding the ones we’re meant to be with, or are we refusing to do the hard work? Or are we falling for something else? Have we stopped listening to the universe’s signs and settling for someone who we thought was right for us but really wasn’t? What about Stella? Ted came so close, and they certainly loved each other. No doubt they could have had a happy ending, but it wouldn’t have been right, would it? Really, would it?

I don’t know, but the show isn’t afraid to ask these questions. For all the jokes, the show’s greatest strength has been its ability to navigate into drama successfully. I’ve cried many times, feeling all the pain and heartbreak, the loss, the confusion, but also the happiness, the overwhelming joy, the love. It’s a remarkable balance that the show gets right so many times, even when it fails in other areas.

Above all else though, is how the show always, always reminds us that life is about the journey, not the destination. For all the possible mothers out there, in the end it doesn’t matter that they weren’t, or even that they could have been the Mother. What matters is that they were who they were along the way.

Robin and Ted have always been close. Not all of us have the absolute blessing of having that kind of friend in our lives. A person we can trust wholeheartedly, who supports us, loves us, whom we support and love in return, but expect nothing of beyond just that. Relationship advice columns always talk about how sex can “complicate” a friendship, or how a relationship can ruin what was just supposed to be sex between two people, but they’re missing something, failing to capture the complex wonder that is this kind of relationship. There’s no need to even talk about the idea of sex “getting in the way” of anything. It’s just simply not neccessary. Those of us who have experienced it will know, you never get over the other person. Just like Ted has never gotten over Robin. He loves her, he always will. Ted will never be able to not love Robin. She could break his heart a million times in a million ways and he will still love her. I don’t think either of them yet has been able to fully embrace what their relationship is. It’s timeless. Untouchable. It doesn’t need any descriptions because it exists between them alone. As long as they keep trying to lock it down and figure it out, there will always be unresolved tension between them.

In reality? That’s how it works. These kind of relationships exist much like the present, they end in a whisper in time, yet they carry on. They aren’t about any particular moment. It doesn’t matter how or when Ted and Robin met, what matters who they are along the way.


I’ve changed a lot since I started watching 6 years ago. More than I can even really remember. I stopped watching several times. Sometimes I forgot about it, sometimes I was sick of it, sometimes I thought I had moved on, but eventually, every time, my curiosity got the best of me. I just had to know. What if? What if this week we’ll find out? Yeah, I knew I wasn’t going to meet the Mother this week, but you know what I mean. It’s kept me going sometimes, helped me through hard times, been there when I gave up on life and needed someone, anyone, even if it was just a character on a TV show who had also given up but who believed in the same things, who held on when it seemed foolish, to be there. However Ted meets the Mother, it happened the same way it happens in real life. In the blink of an eye. In one moment, everything changed forever. The questions won’t matter anymore. All that will matter is who they, and we, will be when we get there.

So while the internet trolls shall continue to do what they know best, Here are my last parting words.

In Life let's be a little Ted, let's believe in that one true love, let's put ourselves out there. to all the heartbreak, to all the failed promises. In Life let's be a little Marshal, let's have values, let's think family. Let's see if we can change the world. In Life let's be a little Lily, let's be a little jealous, let's be a little kinky in bed or a little honka honka [;)] Let's be the mature one. In Life let's be a little Robin, let's be strong, let's be not sure about the future and still be okay, let's be proud of who and where we're from. In life let's be a little Barney, let's not allow sorrow to control us, let's know when to be the good guy for the One. let's be a little awesome, because Such is life.

The Art of Living : Suit Up!

Let me start off by wishing everyone reading this a very Happy Holi! :)
To all the guys hope you all behaved and to all the girls hopefully this was "grope-free" holi.

Now, This isn't your typical Holi post and no it won't be anything like that if you're expecting one. This post well focuses on exactly what the title says. So read on.

The Art of Living : Suit Up

Most of us aspire to make something of our lives. We go to school and mindlessly listen to our teachers about what they believe is the best path for us to achieve success. Most of the time they encourage us to graduate college, get a job working for a big corporation and climb the corporate ladder.

Well my friends, it’s 2014. Learning in life come from everywhere and everyone. The secret is to see what others can't and be the miracle worker that you always want to be. Take lessons from those, both real and fictional, who have actually been successful in their respective fields.

A great mentor that we can all learn something from is ‘Suits’ man, Harvey Specter. Harvey is a respected lawyer, known as ‘the best closer in New York City.’ As one of the main characters and partners in the law firm, Harvey proved to us that with certain talents and an ability to think outside the box, you can achieve a lot of success. Here are the lessons we can learn from Harvey Specter.

You will live a dull and boring life if you do not take risks.

Lesson No. 1 : Risk taking is a crucial factor to any person’s success. One’s ability to take calculated risks coupled with a little bit of luck can catapult anyone’s career from dull and boring, to eventful and exciting. Risks are a necessary part of life, and they bring a certain adrenaline rush to our lives. Of course, it is important that you understand the kind of risk you are taking because if you are blindly taking on risk without taking into consideration the consequences of your actions, you might be setting yourself up for disaster.

Understand that the risks shall have consequences and on most occasions you'll never have control on them but if you weight your options properly I think you'll do a good job.

You’re never going to win big if you only look to minimize your losses.

Lesson No. 2 : If you want to make something of yourself, you’re going to have to put yourself out there and go after it. You won’t become a great success by sitting back and letting things come to you. When opportunity presents itself, there is no reason why you shouldn't make the most of it. Don’t just try to break even or cut your losses. This mindset shows that you are weak, and it will eventually become a shackle that holds you back from achieving true greatness. If you don't think you can, that's half the battle lost.

As a kid I remember my dad bringing these printouts of thoughts and he would just give it to us and not say a thing, It was his way of letting us find the meaning we wanted out of those thoughts and one that has always stuck with me every time I'm in dilemma is 

"You never win the silver, you always lose the gold" 

Never ever be afraid of failing because failure is only an evidence that you tried. Go out there do what you need to.

Playing by the rules will get you nowhere.

Lesson No.3 : Social rules are enforced in order to regulate the flow of everyday actions we, as a society, take. At times these regulations may seem to hold us back more than they actually help us. It is important to understand that all rules are meant to be broken, especially when following the rules may prove to be a hindrance to achieving your goals.

Now, we’re not saying go crazy and break all the rules, but don’t be afraid to bend them if times call for you to do so. Just as you have thought about bending the rules so, has your competition. Don’t be the one left behind because you want to be a good Samaritan, while your competition is crushing you because they are cutting corners and getting the upper hand every chance they get.

Maybe this is small town talks that are in me but life by principles. Never let the opinion of others hold you back. Let me rephrase, Know who's opinion matters but be thankful to everyone. I've bent rules so many times in my shot span on this planet that I wouldn't know how to play by the rule. Life is going to be unfair. Pick n chose your battles. 

Adjust your strategy based on observations of people’s emotional reactions to certain points.

As Harvey would say it " I'm against having emotions , not against using them."

Lesson No. 4: One of the biggest problems people face in the world is that they rely heavily on their logic when making decisions. While it is appropriate to make logical sense of situations at hand, it can also prove to be quite detrimental when it comes to certain deals. Although, logically it may not make sense to hire someone who passed the Bar Exam without going to law school.

It is the ability to see that this person has potential and hiring them may be one of the best decisions one can make that will allow you to come out on top. People are very smart in the business world and many of them have great logic, but remember logic will only take you so far. If you really want to be great, learn how to read people’s emotions because that will give you information logic can’t.

Your appearance is just as important as your talent.

Lesson No. 5: The first thing people realize when meeting you for the first time is the way you are dressed. Many may overlook this little detail; however, your appearance is crucial to your success. This is so because the way you present yourself has a direct correlation to the way people perceive you. You want people to take you seriously from the moment they meet you. It makes it easier to earn trust and eventually, their loyalty if they feel that they can take you seriously.

Now let's be clear I'm not asking you to dress pretty, God knows I'm the last person to try and be a fashion expert, What I'm asking is to dress to make a mark. As much as we know lady Gaga for her singing we also know her for her costumes and the aura that she carries. Know what is acceptable attire and what suits you. Leave your mark, maybe it's those cuff lings or maybe a funky sock. Experiment a  little. 

Keep your composure no matter how tough the situation.

Lesson No. 6 : They say pressure makes diamonds, but this is only true for those who don’t let the pressure of the situation get to them. No matter how difficult the situation is, it’s crucial that one digs deep within themselves to keep their composure. Keeping calm in stressful situations is the key factor that separates the strong from the weak.

No one cares about your situation. You were hired for a specific reason, and if you can’t produce results, know that there will be someone else out there in this competitive world willing to take on the task. Business is all about the bottom line, so if you are unable to produce, then it is best you look for another career.

I always say " Poise under pressure" .

There are times when being cocky is appropriate.

Lesson No. 7 : If you are the best at what you do, and you’re not the only one that believes in this statement, then you have the right to be cocky. When others vouch for you as the being the ‘best closer in New York City,’ then you can be cocky. Although some people are turned off by pompous personalities, there is nothing wrong with it if you can back it up. Some people actually prefer working with cocky individuals because it shows that they will stop at nothing to back up what they are saying.

Remember the easier part is being the cocky part, the difficult part is when. In my personal experience I know for a fact that being cocky gets things done but I've also seen that being generous and supportive also helps. Learn when to be what. Use the best strategy for the situation.

Know your competition inside and out.

As they say, " Keep your friends close and your enemies closer ".
Lesson No. 8 : When people believe in themselves, they begin to overlook certain tasks that will help them get an advantage. This means that they’re full of themselves, and in the long run, this will turn out to hurt them. No detail is too small, and no task is too menial, especially when it comes to your competition.

Life is a game of chess, and it is important to give yourself an advantage by staying a few steps ahead of the competition. Learn about your competitors and understand the moves they’ll be making before they do so. This is the only way you will be able to have the upper hand and eventually crush the the competition when the time is right.

Just because you’re a rookie doesn't mean you have to think like one.

Lesson No. 9: When entering a new industry, people usually feel intimidated by veterans just because they are new to the industry. Do not let your lack of experience hold you back. Learn from the best, and eventually, you will surpass them. Keep an open mind when it comes to being criticized. Although we like to think we know it all, it is important to soak up as much information from those around you as possible.Remember that Information is power more than ever in this age of information.  Just because you’re a rookie doesn't mean you can’t have a creative mind and think like a veteran.

Don’t announce the problem; fix it.

Lesson No. 10 : We live in such a fast-paced society, constrained by the hands of time. Time is never on our side, and deadlines always seem to come faster than expected. On the road to completing your projects prior to the due date, you will come across many problems. No one has time to listen to you complain about problems. You are in this position for a reason.

Your superiors felt that you were the best candidate to complete the task at hand, and this includes any problems that may occur during the project. It is important that you learn to fix the problems, instead of wasting your time explaining problems to your superiors.

That's all folks!!
I'd love to hear what are some of your cheat codes in life. How do you come out unscratched?
Leave a comment.

Thanks! :)

Happy Valentine's Day Love!

Happy Valentine's Day
Love

It's Valentine's day and you're less than an hour away,

Three Hundred days and some more have passed since this day,

Luck never came my way, I wish I could make your day.

Valentine's Day without you is like a body without a soul, missing you

while I hear all that you never say, I love you

Why aren't you here with me? is what keeps sleep away

Sometimes I look at sunsets and ask myself

Will fate keep us apart and our love fail to bloom,

Seeing those lovely big eyes, hearing your sweet voice, smelling your perfume
and
Loving you even more
:)

Happy Valentine's Day!!

#8 Amazing Things Happen

Getting back to active blogging because some of you have been very kind and have asked me to update my blog. I'm gonna always be grateful to you all for showing interest in what I do and to not find me crazy.
Thank You!
2014 is going to be a big year for me personally and I'm gonna try and make it fun for everyone else as well..So hold on to your seats and strap in and lets do this.

#8 Amazing Things Happen

The hardest part about wanting something real is trying to convince everybody you're not crazy for feeling like you deserve it. but then you realize, you don't have to prove anything to anybody, All you have to do is...

Be patient enough to make it right.Be committed enough to make it strong.Be honest enough to make it last.
Us genuine ones deserve something great, we deserve something authentic. 

And we reserve the right not to be impressed with the usual.It's not about being too picky or having unrealistic expectations, it's about knowing you've dealt with enough of the bullshit and you've earned the right to have a preference.
Stay true to yourself, even when nobody gets it.
Trust your heart, even when you're scared. 

Believe in love , even after you've been hurt.

Things get better the minute we stop expecting them to be perfect. 

Timing is every thing, so always remember :
Some amazing things can happen when you mix patience with hope.

Because Such is life.