What I see in you

As we move through the crowded streets,
past bustling crowds eating spicy food,
and dodging speeding cars and honking bikes,
I see the sparkle in your eyes,
I hear the joy in your laugh,
and I feel the contentment in your soul.

As the rains start spattering down,
rivulets forming the veins of cobbled streets,
the street children's laughter drowning the crowd,
you throw away your umbrella,
and spread your arms towards the heavens,
I can hear hear your silent shout of delight,
describing unbridled freedom and a lust for life.

And as you lean casually on me,
perched on the creaky boundary of the deserted park,
the wind winnows your curls away,
only to throw them adorably on your nose.
you turn towards me, you blow it away and you grin.
And as the moonlight kisses your flawless face,
I feel as if we are at the edge of the universe, all alone,
and i could spend the rest of my life here.

the last lap

here i am. like i was thrice before. bored. tired. pissed off. i've just given the second of that unending set of monthly tests we call sessionals over here. this one's gone especially bad. throughout my life, i've been kind of nerdy - conscious of marks, forever in a sense of competing to be at the top of the rank - roll. but recently i've learnt to relax a little bit, enjoy other activities. maybe its because most of our fucked-up syllabus is entirely material to be learnt & vommitted on the answer sheets. toppers going & writing word to word of whatever has been provided in the preparatory presentation slides, down to the very positions of the hyphens, semicolons & exclamation marks. i'm just tired. tired of sitting down day after day trying to cram bits & pieces of stuff i wont remember two days later. i'm tired of working three to four times the amount which other people work &but still end end with half the marks which they got. i'm tired of repeating to myself, "its ok, you'll do better next time." i'm tired of getting a 12 when the class average is a 18.

i'm tired of going back to the phase of repeating the mantra to myself, "this is the last lap, its the most important. do your best."

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closure

do you know the worst thing about free time - when you absolutely have nothing to do? when you've seen all the movies, watched all the anime episodes, finished reading all the good novels from the library? you start thinking. mostly its about inconsequential things which wont affect your life in any way. most of the times,u think about getting of any new movies, anime etc etc.

i start borrowing random music dvds of my friends & randomly start checking out the songs.

thsi is exactly what i was doing yesterday evening. i was bored to the bone. i had just seen lost se4 ep3. anyway, i came across this song ache, by james carrington.

the song is beautiful. period.

however, what hit me the most was that it reminded me immediately of a certain thin, brown - eyed curly haired girl. just listening to the lyrics, i could connect with what the singer was trying to convey.

she wasn't extraordinary in any of the factors we guys generally look for in a girl. she wasn't gorgeous. she was cute, but had a dimpled smile which i always believed she saved for me. no-one else. it was my smile.

i was nerdy, thin & lanky. i wore a shirt & pair of trousers. she wore a pretty salwar kameez. still, still didn't think twice about holding my hands in the corridors of our college. she made me feel special.

to me, she was poetry.

but then she never gave me her personal number, but gave me her dad's. i was loathe, not to mention embarrassed, to disturb her dad to call her up. so i almost never called her at her home. but in high school, we spent all our time together.

then my dad got transferred. i got admitted in an engg college in another place.

i didn't have any contact of hers. her dad'sno got changed. no-one else had her number too.

i'll put it short & sweet. life sucked the first one & a half year here. i remembered her all the time. i thought of her when i was alone in my room, or when i was looking at a couple holding hands & walking together.

it took me a year to get over her. there are two things i learned from falling in love.

it happens to the wrong person at the wrong time.

falling in love is easy, gettin over her is what's so hard.

i came to know last month that she's going out with someone else. a common friend gave me a call n told me. she sounded sympathetic. i said its ok, its not that i had asked her out properly.

that night as i laid in bed, i closed my eyes & sighed sadly. i guess i needed to hear something like that. i needed closure.

and so it begins..

finally! my very own space on the web! most of my friends wont attach the term 'procastrination' with me, but hey, this page has been about a year in the making, or rather - uh - thinking.. :)

so, u may ask - why now? something new to report? & i'll answer - absolutely nothing!! i was just getting royally bored, & i'm just acting on the spur of the moment.

this is gonna be a short post, but hey, i'll keep it touch. one of my friends just called me to his room. he says its urgent. sigh. i think his laptop's crashed. again. ah well.. i might as well better get going.

cheers!