One Reason

The world is a cruel place.
This is fact. This is the cold hard truth.
No question about it.
And we all know it to be true.

But, Everything we love and care for exists within this world.
Obviously, As always I was procrastinating and that procrastination eventually turned to pondering.

I came to the most cliche conclusion ever.
That we may have a thousand, ten thousand maybe even a million metaphorical reasons to give up on this cruel world.

I know because That's where I was.

I chose to cut off the rest of the world from what was my own little space. It wasn't necessarily a happy place, Well, not most of the time, but it was mine.
I gave zero fucks to what happened outside of that space and shot anyone who tried to get in. anyone who survived, was shot at again.

The plan was to go take a few risks trying to make it big. If it worked out, great I'd be a grumpy old man living in a big house by himself. And if it didn't all work out, I'd just be a grumpy old man living in a not so big house by himself.

My point is, I haven't been able to imagine  having or even wanting anyone to be part of what I imagine my future would look like. I figured I was destined to remain the lone wolf. And I'd come to accept that.

Didn't think I wanted more.

Then one day, everything changed.

Suddenly  I'm not so grumpy anymore. Everything seems to have more meaning than before.

And now I see what I hope to be a possible future, this time not alone. Atleast, I hope not.

These may be cliche lines and may sound corny. But here's the thing.

I nearly gave up on everything and everyone. I felt like I had no purpose and no reason to try and do anything or make something of myself.

Then I met, who is the love of my life and realized that I just need one, one single reason to get out of bed every day and be grateful that i didn't slip away into the next life in my sleep.

One reason is all you need to keep moving, and as long as you keep moving  you'll get somewhere.

Today, you are that reason to me. I hope that one day  I get to be yours.

Home to You

Here I am, sitting at an airport terminal, sipping coffee, sleep deprived and tired af.

I look out the window to see what looks like unusually good weather for this city. But my mind wanders to the same place ever few seconds.

I didn't think I was capable of feeling this way. I didn't know I could miss someone so much it almost hurt physically.

Makes me think of what might be in the near future.

Makes me hope that I get to travel to places WITH you and have those lil adventures, see new places, do new things, WITH you.

Reminds me that I am more today than I ever was, because of YOU.

I know what I must do now. I know, That I must be better.

More importantly, I know WHY.

Because at the end of the day, I'd like to come home to You.

And make you proud too. 

I Promise

Promises can be tricky things.

A promise kept can make someone's day, Build a bond that's set in stone or maybe even change someone's life.

A promise broken on the other hand, has the power to decimate one's soul.

Over the course of what is an infinitesimal time that I've spent on this blue dot in out solar system we all call home, I've learnt many lessons about making and keeping promises. Which is why I usually choose to not make any, for fear of being unable to keep them.

Recently though I've made a few promises. And I intend to, nay.. I WILL keep them. THAT is the answer to "How much?"

Although It may seem unconvincing at the time, I meant each one of those promises. And here, In front of the world I'd like to make them all again

I Promise, to respect you and your beliefs, without contest or judgement.

I Promise, to treat you then, like I do today, and only to be a better man with time.

I Promise, to carry the weight of the world, so that you don't always have to

I Promise, to walk right into the storm so you don't have to, not all by yourself

I Promise, to hold you when you need to be held.

I Promise, to love you when you need to be loved.

I Promise, to protect you, with my own life, if it comes to that.

but above all,

I Promise, to always, ALWAYS do right by you, even if it means training three monkeys and a puppy to rob a liquor store at 4am because we've run out of Rum.

Cherish

I've often said that I'm what they call, "Old School".

I believe that it's always going to be the little things that matter most.

What I had forgotten is that these, so called, little things matter a LOT more when you realize a few things.

Life messes with us all.
It's all one big lesson.
All those disappointments, regrets and heartbreaks culminate in preparing us for one singularity. One event that hits us so hard that we realize more than anything, that she gives you purpose. Of the million, billion of things wrong with this world, She is  the One aspect of your lives you would go through hell and back for.

Simply put, Every decision adds variables to the equation that is our lives, and SHE is the one constant you need to solve the damn equation.

I bring this up because I've remembered that the women in our lives are, and always will be the foundation and pillars of strength for everything we build.

We often forget to appreciate them for all they are and all they make us.
We forget that, as they are the source of our strength, WE must be the source of theirs.

I made a promise once. A promise to be kind and generous and to love unconditionally.

Today, Hayati I make that same Promise to you.

I will never, EVER forget how you smile and I promise to do everything in my power to keep you smiling.

I AM old school.

I believe that making her smile and cherishing her for everything she is, is worth a lot more than all the possessions in the world.

I believe that simply holding her for a few moments can lift the burden of all her sorrows. even if it's just for those few moments.

And I KNOW, that no matter what happens next. You, Hayati, will be the one singular reason I look forward to waking up every morning.

And yes, I realize that all this may seem corny and borderline cliche. But that really is what I believe.

Agony

Agony, is feeling this way and not knowing if  she sees it.

Agony, is seeing the pain in her eyes and wishing you could make it stop.

Agony, is patiently waiting with your heart in your hand only to realize it's your phone you're staring at.

Agony, is telling yourself it'll all be okay and knowing you'll have to go through hell and then some before it is.

Agony, is hearing your soul break in two each time she has to leave.

Agony, is wanting to kiss her softly not knowing if she'd kiss you back.

Agony, is Knowing you can make her smile but feeling like it's not your place to.

Agony, is the insomnia till you're sure she's okay and she's safe.

Happiness, is her fingers between yours, the sound of her voice and nothing else.

From this moment Forth

We all are capable of feeling a full range of emotions from what seems like an endless spectrum.

Of these one most of us dread is Pain.

I on the other hand believe that pain is an emotion that shapes us more than most other feelings.

Yes there's a lot of pain and suffering in the world.
Most of which are caused by individuals that are a disgrace to mankind as a collective.

But the hard truth is there will always be pain and suffering. Usually a lot more than we'd expect.

The point, I believe, like I've said oh so many times is that when we're old and grey we aren't going to remember every minute, every second of our lives. It's going to be more like match day highlights for Sunday night's game.

We'll remember a handful of moments we've had throughout our lives, each moment will trigger a series of memories to reminisce on.

These will remind us of every single life changing event or having met someone you could attribute the course of the remainder of your life to.

What matters in the end is whether all these moments end with a smile or with a heavy heart.

Now yes, I know, based on the title, all this looks like it's quite a bit out of context.

Here's my point.
I believe that I've reached a chapter in the book that will one day be my memoirs, that will , without a doubt, change every decision I will make from this moment forth.

The Good news, I may just make it afterall.

The bad news, pure Agony.

Carpe diem

I've just realised something. Something I've probably known all along though.

What I actually mean is that finally I've realized it's time to do something about it.

I've realised that just about all this while I've been doing nothing but whining about something or the other. Well atleast most recently anyway.

The point is, I've come to the conclusion that I need to shut up n deal with it. Simply because it's not me who has crap to deal with.

Lots of people have lots of problems. Some don't have any income, others don't have food on their tables or shelter over their heads. But they don't all sit n complain about it.

I've realised that it's a little juvenile to think the world has come to an end just because your old friends don't get you like they used to. Or just because your favourite team is bottom of the league. Our because your ex has moved on n so has the one before her while you're still "alone".

I'm not sure why I came up with this now,  but maybe it's just me coming to terms with the fact that the universe isn't controlled by a microchip that an alien race implanted inside my brain.

Once again, for the sake of providing some context, Let Me tell you a little secret.

Here's the thing. 
There's this girl (obviously) and she's got me smitten, floored, (okay I've run out of adjectives - clearly I'm not thinking straight anymore).

  
But i can't tell her what I think of her. Though chances are, she knows. 
I can't tell her because somewhere, somehow I think it's never gonna work.

I blame the fact that emotions don't come with an instruction manual that clearly tells you what to do/say and when to do/say whatever you're meant to do/say

The question now is, what next? 

Carpe giving diem, they said. 

Radio Silence

Five Years
That's a long time to be on sabbatical.

The question now is which event is more significant-
The one that resulted in the five year radio silence?
Or the event that resulted in me breaking said radio silence?

You ever get to the point where you've had to deal with all the vampiric idiots around you constantly, pushing back and looking for a little hope that maybe, just MAYBE they're not all "idiots". (read: insert other adjectives here.)
Then One fine day, you decide , it's not worth it and you give up on society. give up on trying to fix what's wrong with this world.

So then, you watch the world go by without starting a bar fight because you see someone misbehaving with a young lady or stopping three lanes of traffic because there's an idiot on his phone with ZERO attention on the road.

To give you some perspective thing of a lone wolf, walking through the night, not bothered with hunting anymore. Wasting away to what is now a shadow of the predator he once was.

Then one day you meet someone who barely knows you exist.

I still don't know what it is.
It's like there's a light somewhere at the end of the tunnel.
Maybe there is a reason to hope that this world is a better place.

Nineteen Monkeys

Over the years, I've learnt that there aren't really that many people you would actually die for. And honestly, there isn't a single person on this earth I'd die for.

That's the truth, plain and simple.

I simply don't understand the logic behind taking your own life for someone else's sake.

I mean, what's the point? How is you dying going to make someone else happy? that too someone else to whom you mean as much as they mean to you?

On the contrary, wouldn't it just cause them pain n grief?

I didn't always think this way though. there was a time when I actually would've died for "someone"
All that changed when i realized that if they're better off without you around, there is no point shooting yourself in the face.

Now, I'm not saying that no one's worth it. that's not true. Well, not always. I for example consider my family to be above everyone else. And when I say family, I don't mean just the individuals I'm blood-related to.

By Family, I mean those people without whom I'd feel like I had a hole the size of the moon in my heart.

And Exactly Nineteen Years ago, today. An idiot was plonked onto planet earth at some hospital of which I do not know the name.

I remember the first time i saw my brother. I thought he looked strangely familiar to a monkey. (Don't ask me, I was 4).
I even asked my mother where she got "the monkey" from.. And obviously, she just sat there laughing, along with my grandparents and probably every nurse and doctor in the hospital building.

Anyway. Nineteen years on, that "Monkey" has grown up to be the young man most envy. I for one, am proud of my little brother.

Problem is, I just realized he isn't really little anymore.

I'm Sorry.

There was a time in my life when I felt nothing. A time, at which I was my weakest.


I had become so numb, maybe even heartless??

I even went to the extent of trying, actually making myself feel pain, sometimes physical, almost always psychological. Since the latter seems to have no boundaries when it comes to the extent of pain it can cause one to feel.

I believed that pain was the only feeling I could feel. And that my tiny stupid heart had been damaged so badly that it couldn’t feel anything else.

Feeling pain, physical or psychological, made me feel alive. Made me feel like I wasn’t just a living breathing bag of flesh and bones. As if I actually lived and not merely existed as a miniscule, irrelevant entity on this planet.

I cannot express how much you mean to me. I simply cannot. Though I may not have to.

I want you to understand that “there is no way I would let go of you” not unless YOU wanted me to from every bit of your heart.

And PLEASE do not think about disappointing me. That simply isn’t possible. The ONLY thing that can break my heart is you falling in love with another man. But in that case I cannot be cross with you. It is what your heart desires, and I have no right to force you to think otherwise.

I’m sorry that I’ve made you cry. And that I’ve made you angry (li’l bit). And maybe just smile a little with tears in your eyes when u read the “li’l bit”. MAYBE.

I’m sorry for all the times I’ve said stupid things and for all the times that I may say stupid things in the future.

I’m sorry that I cannot be there to hold you and that I cannot promise you I will be there tomorrow.

However, what I am NOT sorry for, and never EVER will be sorry for, is falling in love with YOU.

You may not think of yourself as much, that’s alright. One day you’ll see yourself through my eyes and you will see How Beautiful you are, How Amazing you are, and how simply PERFECT you are.

Thought of the Moment

Right this moment, before you finish reading this line, what do you reckon is the one most prominent thought on your mind?

To me, it could be a bunch os different things.

It could be the fact that I've been writing again, after over a month of absolute literary silence.

It couls be, thoughts of the one girl that ripped my world out from right underneath my feet.

OR, it could be this little bit of smokey, bubbly ecstasy I've got in front of me.

But, you know what, it's none of those things.

It isn't even the thought of this beautiful, and I mean absa-freakin-loutely BEAUTIFUL girl I see at work ever day.

What I had on my mind, were thoughts of home.

Not the place where Dad's built a house at n Mom's busy in the kitchen.

When I say home, I mean that wooden table on an iron frame that I'd hang out at with my brothers.

Just us, some sheesha, kirkire, a couple of club sandwiches and the topic of the day, which could range from football, to formula1 to some random chic we'd seen walkin down the street with some "Lucky Bastard!"

However we start the day, it always ends the same way. With two questions.

1) Who da fuck is paying?

And

2) What time tomorrow?

THAT, is home.

Just us brothers, some sheesha, kirkire and a couple of club sandwiches.

My Greatest Fear

What is your greatest fear?

Yes, its true that we always have an answer whenever we're asked that.

But how accurate is that answer?

I mean do you really fear spiders that much?

Ask yourselves, what do you really, REALLY fear the most?

I know what I fear the most. Just realised what it was.

My Greatest Fear, is being forgotten. To have not existed.

There was a time I wished I were forgotten, to be invisible and stay that way. But now, its my worst nightmare.

I think maybe that's why I decided to start writing. Because that way, no matter who walks into my life and how they walk out of my life, Someone, Somewhere will know my story. Someone, Somewhere will always, ALWAYS remember.

So, for those of you who have left, for those of you who have forgotten. Those of you, to whom I never existed.

I DON'T CARE.

I could breathe before you. and blood. Flowed through my veins before you

And now, after you're gone. I'll still breathe.

True, It may be difficult for a while. And I may need a heart-lung machine.

We all have to go through such a phase, at least once during our lives, albeit for different reasons.

But hey, Fear and Pain-not the physical kind, probably the two feelings that make us truly human.

They remind us that we aren't invincible and that we aren't the Masters of the Universe. It reminds us of our place as tiny fragile beings.

Obituary

Every story has an ending. Some have happy one. But some of the greatest, end tragically. Well, maybe not always. But more often than not.

I am, like every one of you reading this, a mere human. I have my limits. If you trip me, I'll stumble, and maybe even fall. If you stab me, I'll bleed.

And when we see the end nearing, we done one from a handful of things. Run and hide, take it as it comes, or maybe bring help.

The end, however, is inevitable. And no amout of preparation, no thickness of armour, will ever be enough.

A writer cannot write without a muse.

A writer cannot exist without a muse. And this writer refuses to find another muse.

I may manage without my muse. But I made a promise, a promise I still wish to keep. But, if things go on like this, it'll be a promise I will be unable to keep.

I cannot put anyone through any sort of pain. Not at least, for ME.

I'm sorry, but that's the way I was raised.

I don't need to be fixed. I don't WaNT to be fixed.

Therefore, today a story ends. And a good man, or a part of him is dead.

R. Is Dead!

Because I Don't Know How Not to

How far would you go for someone?

What is the last thing you'd like to do before taking your last breath?

Ever ask yourselves these questions?

Well I've been asking myself just that all day.

Actually, all day for a few days now.

And I've decided that Although somethings do not change, and probably never will, I know I must let go.

Because one day, many many years from now (if I'm around that long), I'll think of these last 3-6 months and cherish them as probably the best of my life.

BUT, when you think of them, you'll wish they were 30-40 YEARS instead. Because no matter what you think, or say or believe, I love you More than anyone has ever loved a girl.

But this doesn't matter anymore.

I'm just a boy, in love with a girl, hoping, praying and begging her to love him back.

No wait, I WAS that.

You're the BEST thing that's ever happened to me.

You're the BEST part of my life.

Umm. No. Those don't sound right either.

Right now, I wish I'd never met you. NOT because I don't love you. But because I DO. And I don't know how to stop.

But you know what? Every person I've met after I've met you, has been worth meeting.

And yeah, I know. Some primitive brains cannot understand what my simple yet expressive words convey.

So now, I'm ripping my heart (or at least what's left of it) out of my chest. And now I'll either be that person you, and all those before you believe I really am. At least that way, no one will ever call me fake.

Either I'll be that, or I won't be at all.

Not to you anyway.

Train on the Tracks

There are a few of us that can "read" people. i mean the ability exists in everyone to some extent. how esle would you explain how we make friends?

But these few have a heightened version of this ability. This means they can "read" people, everything rom behaviour to habits to what the future might hold for the two of them.
It's not assuming. just deduction based on observation.

It therefore is easy for them to decide what to do for whom. how someone may be helped and how their worries may be taken care of.

I think I'm one of them. I THINK.
But instead of staying away from those i should. I Stay. I Stay and put every effort into being the perfect person possible for them. Be the support they need to sort out whatever they need to. Be there to catch them when they fall. And i know that just saying this makes me look like I'm pretending. Preteding to be this "nice"
Right now, even I think i may be fake.

But all in all, Whether I can read people and see what's coming. or even, If I'm fake, The simple truth is

When you're standing on the tracks, It doesnt matter whether you see the train coming, or whether you're an Elephant. OR that you're pretending to be an elephant.

When the train hits you.
It Hurts!

A Dream

Ten years from now, when you're walking down the street, and you look beside you, what do you expect to see?

Twenty years from now, when you come home, do you open the front door? Or will there be someone there to open it for you?

Forty/Fifty years from now, when you wake up, and you get that feeling. that "Today will be my last" feeling. What's the last thing you'd like to do? Who's the last person you'd like to see before the day ends?

Think about it. Just think about it for a moment or two. And then let go of the thought. Because right now, It's not really Important.

Having goals and aspirations is fine, but spending every waking moment trying to make your dreams come true may not necessarily be a good thing. We tend to lose ourselves in the pursuit of a dream. A dream that sometimes, must stay a dream.

We musn't dwell on the past. much as we musnt push too hard to make a dream, Real.

As someone once said, "The past, is History, The future, a Mystery"

I'd like to add that "Sometimes, A dream, is just that, A Dream."

Those That Remember

What is Life all about? At the end of a long life, what do we use to decide whether or not it's been a life worth living?

I don't think it's the 8-digit Bank balance, or the line of cars outside the 23-bedroom mansion, by the beach. I believe it's the company we've kept.

In other words, the quality of our lives can be gauged by the quality of those that remember (or forget) us when we're no more.

And by these standards, I know, already, that My life will have been one of those worth living. I have amazing parents, a kickass brother, a bunch of crazy friends who'd gladly rip out a kidney for me (and for whom i'd do the same). And a Girl, THE Girl, Who'll love me (And in a few years, our kids), forever.

We fight, all of us. We fight so much it's like wolves fighting over deer. But what's more important is that after a fight, we always, ALWAYS, make up.

Simply because, Although it may sometimes be difficult to live with them, SOMETIMES!.
It's Definitely Impossible to live WITHOUT them.

That makes them My whole world. and She, is the centre of my universe.

They, are My Family.

A beautiful Mind

My days are incomplete, my nights, sleepless. Some people would call me crazy. Others, a fake. I am the way I am because of the way i think. Everything I do, or say, I imagine, or picture saying or doing first. I picture what would happen, from the most obvious to the worst possible scenario.

Either way, whatever does happen, isn't really much of a surprise.

I'm a realist, I understand the concept of probability of occurance.

The problem with a overactive Imagination is, Although it helps me figure out what to do when I'm in a bit of a pickle, I sometimes cannot stop it from reminding me of things i do NOT want to think about. The kind of stuff I have nightmares of.

It's hard knowing this, but the simple truth is:
This Beautiful mind is just as much a curse as it is a blessing.

Impressions

First Impressions form the basis, the foundations of all our relationships with the people we meet during the course of our lives. The first impression has a lasting effect . An impression, that's not necessarily the Best Impression. we are ALL Judgemental. Each to a different extent, but all in all, Judgemental.

The first time we see someone, we form a mental image of what they're like. And the rest of the time we know them, we compare what they actually are, to what WE think they are. which, isn't really a good thing. We are what we are, what WE choose to be, defined by OUR actions and by the decisions WE make. I mean, How would you like it if you were compared to someone? That too, to yourself? or atleast an idea of what you are?

Everyone in Judgemental, Also Everyone is unique. So every time someone Judges you. or compares you to someone, tell them this.

"I am me. DO NOT insult me by comparing me to someone else, OR to what YOU think I am."

The Love of My Life

One fine day she just waltzed into my life. And a life lacking in colour she painted red, blue, purple, violet and yellow. she turned every morning from then on a morning worth waking up to.

She is my muse, my inspiration, my critic and my best friend. and from that day on till today and till forever, I will never be the same as I was before she came into my life. And honestly, I don't want to be. EVER!

I hope and pray that every man is as lucky as I am.

No Wait! NO! You're MINE. And I am the luckiest man in the world. because YOU are the Love of My Life.

FM 101

There comes a point in everyone's life when we decide, "That's enough. i'm not taking anymore of this Bullshit"
And its a very important point in our lives.

To some, it comes when we first leave home and have a hard time adjusting, coping with the outside world, without the protection of our parents. To some others it comes when we're having another miserable day at work. and then there's the time when Everything seems to be going wrong.

But. Is everything going wrong??
Or is it just one thing, ONE, small, But significant event, that shakes our whole world, so much so that it seems like we're no longer in tune with the universe. Like when you're listening to your favourite radio station playing your favourite song and it suddenly goes out of tune. No matter how hard you try and how long you sit there moving the tuning knobs with German levels precision you simply cant seem to find it again. And then the whole day you feel like something's missing.

But what we need to understand, is that Maybe, it isn't the problem with the Radio.
Maybe the radio station is experiencing technical problems.

In other words, Sometimes it isn't because You aren't ready for the world, It's because the world isn't ready for You. So, calm down, nothing's wrong, just give it time. you know what frequency your favourite station broadcasts at. Tune in, and wait for the idiots at the station to fix it.

Hayati

Most if not all of us spend a significant part of out lives searching for something or the other.
to some it's fame, to others it's power, to others still, it's both.
But, more often than not, when we get there, we realize that something's missing. that all this fame, fortune, and power is of no value, except materialistic. Because what we were actually looking for is peace of mind. or at least a source, that helps you find that peace.

We humans are social beings, living by ourselves, cutting ourselves off from the rest of the world simply isn't possible. And those who were stupid enough to try, have lost their minds, or worse still, their lives.

Quite simply, we're ALWAYS going to need at least One other person that matters most.
whose opinions and criticism have a greater influence on our behaviour, our habits and our lives in general, an influence greater than any religious text, of rulebook.

That one person, who can turn a train wreck of a day into one that's Just Perfect with nothing more than a smile.

Thank you Hayati :)

Saturn V

Normally, when you meet someone you like, there are a few sparks, then the long telephone conversations, and with time it all fades away.

And Normally, we’re not really bothered, because it doesn’t really matter that the sparks are missing now. And that we don’t argue over who hangs up first.

But then there’s that ONE person you meet, just the one in a whole life time.

From the first, “Hello. How are you?” it feels like Firework on the 4^th of Julys.

Every day just seems better. And waking up to another day to spend with them makes even the uninteresting parts of the day seem like a suspense thriller. With a double twist at the end of the movie.

Then one day, be in a week later or a year later, the fireworks seem to die down.

Everything seems to be going back to “normal”. All feelings and emotions are back within their normal spectral range and it feels like the magic seems to be fading.

Some of us give up at this stage, thinking what we had was just that. And there’s nothing more that can happen.

Others panic and try and keep “the magic” alive and do just about anything that seems to help.

But what they don’t understand is that, that first stage. That Magical place of euphoria, was just the beginning. The start to a LONG and healthy relationship.

The first stage, Falling in love.

It feels like Stage I of a Saturn V rocket.

It’s powerful. It all happens so quickly that everything seems to go by in a flash.

It’s both exciting and terrifying at the same time.

And it’s inexplicable. No words can express how or what you’re feeling.

But you realize that it’s just SO EASY to feel this way.

Now, getting back to my point,

The Beginning is like Stage I of a Saturn V rocket.

And instead of panicking and trying to keep it going. Or Jumping off because you think the main event is over. Maybe you should try n relax, sit back.

The thing about The Saturn V, is that it is the Tallest, Heaviest and Most Powerful rocket Ever.

And it was designed to do one thing better than all the others.

Take Man to The Moon.

And that’s exactly where I’m headed.
Or to be more precise, where We're headed.

The Source of Our Strength

I remember, When I was little, I'd follow my mother around like a little puppy chasing a beetle in the garden.

To me she was my favourite celebrity, my cook, my maid, my teacher, a Diva, and The Terminator all rolled into one.
and honestly, she still is.
and I'm sure you all think of your mothers the same way.

It's weird, and yet so simple how everything we men do is somehow, either directly or indirectly linked to a woman.
Be it the grades you get to show mother and make her proud, the times you'd get the coolest gadgets n the nicest cars to impress a pretty girl OR the times you'd get down on your hands and knees and pretend to be a horse so your little princess could ride on your back and be the crazy cowgirl from the wild west.

It's always a woman that can makes our day. no matter how bad it's going, mom's cooking, a sister's silly questions, a daughter's simple cuteness is all we need to light up like a million Christmas trees.

the question is, What are WE doing to show them how much it means to us that they're here for us?
WHY do we take them for granted and simply assume that any kind of behaviour from our parts is acceptable and that mom shouldn't get upset when you talk back at her?

Now, I'm one of those who finds expressing feelings and emotions especially difficult, writing is the only way i can.
And every once in a while i ask myself if i have treated the women in my life well.

No one said that we should be loved unconditionally by our mothers, sisters, wives and daughters, But we are. despite our many MANY flaws, the women in our lives will always stand by us and not once hesitate in doing so.

Make sure you'll do the same without a second thought.

Women's Day is right around the corner. So, I have a suggestion.
This next week.

Take your Mothers out dancing.
Buy your Sisters a new doll and get some ice cream just for the two of you.
Come home early to your wives and just spend some time together.

Do it in your own way. But show them that you love them. And don't wait for a special occasion.

The Women in our lives have been our spines when we couldn't stand up straight.

We men are genetically programmed to say "i will not cry" and "i will be strong"
We often forget the source of our strength lies in the ones dearest to us.

So, go be the best Sons, Brothers, Husbands and Fathers.

A New Book

Who sets the rules??
Who decides what's right and what's wrong?
and who decides what we're allowed to dream of and what we're allowed to hope for?
all our lives we're told what to do.
Or rather, what not to do.

Why is it that we keep going back to the past instead of moving on?

Forgetting what's happened isn't just difficult, it simply isn't possible. And Honestly, is just plain stupid.
our past experiences define us. they teach us lessons no book, no teacher can.

We can learn about everyone else. That's not really the problem now is it?
It's ourselves that we need to figure out first.

The thing is, sometimes, while we're writing the story of our lives, we're going to get stuck.
and sometimes a generous amount of elbow grease just isn't going to be enough.
you're going to need a chainsaw, and maybe chop off an arm and a leg.
and obviously, that's going to hurt.

So. my question is. Do you risk going through all that pain?
Or do you take your time, accept that there's nothing you can do and then move on?

Dream big. Hope and pray for those dreams to come true. But, prepare for them to be shattered.

The optimist will say it'll happen, no matter what.
The pessimist, there's no way i can do that.
The realist, stop dreaming and work hard. And MAYBE that'll get you there
I say tell them this, "Get the fuck out of my way"

I know where I've been and you know where you've been.
so now what we should do, is decide where we want to go.
instead of letting the universe decide for us.

And remember. sometimes just writing a new chapter in the book of your life isn't enough.
you need to put that book on the top shelf, and start a New Book.

Butterfly

Caterpillars are one of those creatures that just about everyone would call ugly.
Some of them slimy green, some with spikes and “eyes” and then there are those that can give you an itch that’ll make you think twice about touching another plant.
Caterpillars are the outcasts of the animal Kingdom. I mean you know where a Lion or a kangaroo or a tarantula would go. They all have they’re place.
Either they’re dangerous, or cute, or strong.
What about the caterpillar. Who spends all day munching on it’s favourite food and doing absolutely nothing else?
Well there is the occasional stroll across the garden path to get to another plant.
The thing is, not all caterpillars are what they seem.
Some stay caterpillars, some morph into moths and then there are some that turn into butterflies.
Like the pretty yellow ones we’ve all chased when we were little.
Or like the Blue Morpho Butterfly or the various species of Glasswing – known to be among the most beautiful butterflies known to man.
And almost all of them started of their lives as the ugly caterpillar munching on a leaf.
I’m sure you didn’t need to get this far to know I was going to get to the butterflies and I’m sure you have an idea of where im going with this.
Either way, my point is.
We’re always going to come across people who judge us by what we have done or whom we have been. And we’re always going to find people in our lives that have histories we may not be very fond of.
BUT, we owe them the benefit of the doubt. To be completely non-judgmental.
To accept anything and everything about them, and their pasts.
All I’m saying is STOP looking at the caterpillar and running away.
Stay for a while, watch, learn, pay attention.
You never know. That caterpillar may turn into a butterfly.
And if you’re there when it does.
You won’t have to go chasing after it for the rest of your life

Anomaly

I always have something to say. No matter how unexpected or difficult the situation may be, I Always have something to say. Something a listener can take seriously and that makes complete sense.

But now, all of a sudden, my theories, the bulletproof logic, the reasons and the ideas all just fling themselves out the window. It's as if they know that NOTHING can explain this.

And every time I try and say something. Every time I try and express myself, it comes out wrong. In my head I know what I mean. But, for some reason I cannot find the right words to convey the idea as I've thought it up.

The simple truth is. There are no words that I can use to express what I feel when it comes to you. It just is. I Love You with all my heart. I Don't Have a reason. I Don't Need a reason. And I Don't Want a reason.

You are the Anomaly, the one aspect of my life that I simply Cannot explain. There are no reasons, and there is no logical explanation.
And Honestly, it doesn't matter.
Because, the way it is, however it is.
It's just perfect!

My Muse

We all need something to believe in. Something that makes us feel like no matter WHAT happens. no matter how bad things may get. It'll be okay. That one day you'll wake up and everything will be just Perfect.

I KNOW I've made LOADS of mistakes. and i mean LOADS. just about every decision i;ve made has turned out to be the wrong one. from academics to relationships to what colour T-Shirt to wear.

I sometimes find it Difficult to express myself. to be able to even BE the way i want to be. and it's not anyone's fault. I can blame bad breakups, ill health, and a dysfunctional family for as long as I want. but in the end it's MY responsibility. I have to deal with whatever happens in my life. Good, Bad or Ridiculously Insane.

The few People that actually KNOW me will say that I've been through a lot. I say well, Maybe.
The thing is. I lost my way. I faltered, I tripped and I fell. and from where I was standing, it was a BIG fall.

Then, one fine day, out of the blue, this wonderful person just comes Waltzing into my life and says to me "Don't worry, We'll heal each other" and i thought "well I think she's crazy, because NO ONE can fix me" but as is every other thing between me and her. SHE WON.

So here I am, Three Months and Two Weeks later, not worrying about a single thing. Because I KNOW, that It'll all be just fine. And there's not a thing in the world that can stop me from getting where I want to be.

Right now I know What I want. HOW I'm going to get there I have No idea. But I know I'll get there. Because I Have the single most amazing source of motivation anyone could ask for. I have a supporter, a critic, and the BEST friend EVER, All in one. :)
And also. having her around, just makes me better, in every imaginable, tangible, explicable way. and even those ways that can't be explained. I'm never Going to say that I was this and I was that because I had/have her. I do not HAVE her. she isn't property. She, is My Better HALF. and always will be.


I am the Writer
She, is My Muse. 

Kryptonite

Living in the shadow of a man is hard enough.
But what do you do when you've been living in the shadow of the man YOU used to be?

What do you do when you realize everything you are now can never be as good as what you once used to be?

Well I've tried everything. And right now I feel like I've been to the deepest pits of hell and back.

I thought I'd make it.
I figured all I had to do was believe I was Superman.
I've been looking for my yellow sun for half my time on this earth. And every time I think I've found it, Every time I think the source of my strength lies in front of me, it turns out so be an illusion, like a mirage in the middle of the desert.

And its happened again. Only this time. I did find something. I Held on to it as best i could only to realize that it wasn't my Yellow sun. It was, in fact.
Kryptonite.
The only thing that could defeat me.
The only thing in the universe, I fear.

Brothers in Arms

All guys have "Brothers". Bound by the Bro-Code.
Sworn to fight to the death, Literally, for one another.

I remember mine.

My table tennis partner back in school. And one hell of a guy.
We were practically unbeatable. And anyone who dared Challenge us was sent home packing before they could say "Love-all".

That was just in competition.


The rest of the time we'd come up with crazy ideas, crack jokes that had us coughing our lungs out and be pulling "stunts" that if anyone had known, would have every chic in a 10-mile radius beat us half to death.

Back then all we needed was a Coke, some fries and a couple of the guys to hang out with. And it'd be the most Awesome day ever!

Then of course there was our Lunch break Activity-Dabu. Technically dodgeball. But in reality, it was more like, Call of Duty - Black Ops.

I'm surprised no one was killed in the process. ;)

Amazing how so little can mean so much.

Those were the days.
And we walked around like we owned the place.
stickin' it to anyone who said otherwise.


                   - Vivek J. Nair,Gautam Kumar, Rajeev Nair - Brothers in Arms: 2002-2005.

Strawberries and Cream

Relationships are like glass.
Some curved, some smoother than still water.
some blue, some green, purple, frosted, and clear.

The thing is, Glass, no matter how tough its made, Is still fragile.
There's always something that can crack it.

My life's full of spider-cracked windscreen's from high-speed collisions. But then again, so is everyone else's.
Now I've spent way too long being pissed off at dumbasses who'd screwed me over. Though that is Probably as much my fault as it is theirs. That's what happens when you'll gladly rip your heart out for every plain Jane that smiles at you from across the street.

I think i needed the last few days. More than anything else. Probably the most Amazing four days. Ever. well, at least in a long long time. ;)

I got the Ass-Kicking i needed for wasting this much time and effort on someone that i now realize clearly wasn't worth it. And Finally, could let go.

Now, when Glass cracks we usually simply throw it away and get it replaced.

But we humans, being the Sentimental beings we are and always will be, just can't Throw away that beautiful hand-painted window pane someone got us, Just because its got a tiny crack in it.

So, we just let things be the way they are. And Instead of ageing well like the other glass, this one's cracks get bigger. Soon its all so fragile, a light breeze could shatter it into a million pieces.

And everyone knows,"Anything that can go wrong, Will go wrong!"

Very few relationships last all through our lives. The ones that don't end up being heaps of broken glass.

Every now and then we try and piece it all back together. But being Glass, no matter how clean the break might be, you're bound to cut yourself.

Honestly, I believe that everything can be fixed. But, i also know that it'll never be the perfect purple frosted window pane i loved so much.

So now, after all this time. I've finally decided that even though it may hurt at times when i think back.
I've got to be strong.

Things can't always be all Strawberries and Cream. But I start walking, because I'm sure could find some on the way to wherever i'm headed. I just have to know where to look.

In short.
Elvis may not be back from the dead. But I am.
And, I've brought Hell back with me!

Perseverance

I like doing things differently.
Don't ask me why, It's just the way it is.
Some people think I'm stupid, the rest think I'm crazy
And because of that there is always going to be someone in my way.

So,To All who may be concerned.
I Dare You to stop me.
Push me, hit me, shoot me for all I care. Pound me into the ground.
Whatever you do, remember this one thing.
I WILL Get Back Up.
It's as simple as that.
And i will not rest till i get to where i need to be.
No matter How long it takes, No matter how much effort it takes.
I know where I am right now, and I know where i should be.
I will get there. And there isn't a thing you can do about it.

When the time comes

I'd like to say something. But I don't think i can. It's not because i don't want to. i really can't.
There's no one for me to say it to.
So for now i'm going to keep it to myself.
But. when the time comes I will say it.
I'll say it again,
I'll say it differently,
I'll write it in a poem,
Sing it in a song,
Carve it in a tree
Etch in the cement on the sidewalk.

But you already know what i have to say, don't you?

It doesn't really matter if you don't want me to. I'm still going to say it.
Not now. When the time comes.

The Hard Way

There comes a time in all our lives when we realize we've reached the point of no return, Crossed that bridge. And, now there's no way we're going to turn around.

Life's not exactly a picnic. no matter what you do or how you do it, somewhere down the road some dumbass is going to seriously piss you off. A little further down, Another dumbass is going to tell you what you're doing is stupid. And then there's going to be a third driving at 20 in the fast lane who just won't let you pass.

The problem, is that no matter how much we say what other people say doesn't matter, It does. It'll always be there in the back of your head, raising doubts, questioning your decisions.
We tend to take these minor setbacks as signs that this is wrong. And slowly but surely we give up.

Some of us end up doing things for everyone else. We live entire lives for others only to have our wings clipped and dropped off the roof of a skyscraper. The subsequent pavement pasting is inevitable.
It's what we call hitting rock bottom.

All this because we let other's get in our way. Because we let them decide what's right for us and what's not.

Well I've had enough. And this time I'm doing it My way. It's going to be The Hard Way.

The Little Things

What is it with women?
Is every one on the planet hardwired to use the words, "you've changed. you're not the guy i used to know" ??
I'm sure most, if not all of us men have heard these exact words or some version of them.

Picture this.

Situation 1:
Mom finds your hidden stash of smokes.
You try and explain, "mom, it's not mine. i swear"
But the only thing she says is, "I didn't expect this from you. you've changed"

Situation 2:
After a long relationship your girlfriend decides to call it quits.
You ask her what happened.
She says, "you've changed"

hmmm... i wonder.

No matter what the relation may be, women in our lives always, ALWAYS say that they like us the way we are. and then, they point out tiny things here and there that they don't like. And we men, being the puppets that we were made to be, happily oblige.

After a while having to change the way we comb our hair, the ties we wear to work, the colour of the curtains, etc. starts to get a little annoying. But we let it go. Well, most of the time.

But, it's all okay. It's fine
Change is necessary. Change is inevitable.
The problem arises when the person for whom we change tells us that we aren't whom they've known and loved.

Don't sit there n say that it's all bull****. You know its true.

I'll tell you what i think.
Its said that God made man. and then made women.

Some people joke saying that he made man as a sort of prototype of his ultimate creation, women.

I have a different theory.
The first part is the same. We men were Deemed Incomplete, Imperfect and Incapable of sustaining ourselves.
So The Big Man upstairs decided we needed some company n sent us women.
He Embodied them with EVERY quality that would make a man desire her more than any possession, material or otherwise.

Women were made to complete us.
All these little changes that they make in us may make us something they are no longer fond of.
BUT, each change, is a step towards perfection.

Perfection isn't absolute.
We're all perfect, the catch - we're perfect in the Eyes of Others, never in our own.


So, In the end we are who we are because of the people we know and have known.

For us men it'll always be the mothers, sisters, girlfriends, wives and daughters that make up the little things in our lives. The women in our lives complete us.

And its always about the little things. ;)

Stuff like this DOES NOT happen everyday

09:19 p.m. - Flight Lands at Mumbai int'l n Pilot sudden brakes while taxing due to ducks crossing the runway. :D
01:59 a.m. - Bus from airport crashes into barrier. No injuries, except to the barrier. :E
02:09 a.m. - Audi R8 in Graphite black rolls up beside. :O
02:19 a.m. - I meet 3 Very nice girls, What's more, They're Spanish. ;)
02:29 a.m. - I decide to be a gentleman and help them carry a box contain some unknown articles. :D
02:39 a.m. - I realize that carrying the box wasn't such a good idea. the box was, umm let's say, not as light as i thought it would be. :'(
03:39 a.m. - A conversation in English, well kinda. ;)
04:19 a.m. - Discussions on what places we should each visit in India and Spain.
05:09 a.m. - Vodafone 3G stick and Google translate to the rescue.
05:29 a.m. - Encounter with a Drunk Englishman.
05:39 a.m - The box wants revenge. And gets it.
05:49 a.m. - A big wide smile, Thank you, b'bye and keep in touch.
The most eventful 9 hours in a LONG LONG time.
02:19 p.m. - I DID NOT make this up.
                                                     - TRUE STORY

Aliya

Have you ever known someone for practically Their whole life?
And I don't mean a brother, a sister or a relative of any sort.
Just someone you've come to know.
Call it fate that crossed your paths.
Do you remember watching them laugh, cry, fall down and pick themselves back up?
I'm sure there have been a number of such people in my life.
But not all of them come to mind very often.

come to think of it, I can only think of one.
 One Girl I've knows for Fifteen years.

I remember when she was just a tiny li'l baby.
Now she all grown up,
And It's been a while since we met.
But that's okay,
This story isn't over, not yet.

I may not have been one of those closest to her.
But there will always be a bunch of crazy stuff we've done,
Along with all the other terrorists we grew up with that will remind us of one another.

I don't know much about who she is now.
It's been a while.
But, I bet she's an absolute sweetheart, a die hard romantic, an open book to anyone and everyone she cares for, and a beautiful young girl.

Legacy

Once in a while, something happens that reminds us how short our time in this world really is.
How infinitesimally tiny a part we are of the cosmos.
We spend all of our childhood n most of our youth dreaming up what we want to become only to realize that its too late. Its all gonna be over soon, and noone will know we were here.

But that's not really true, is it?
There's always going to be someone who remembers us. It may be our family, our friends or maybe even a total stranger that you may have smiled at, walking down the street.
whatever the reason may be. We will be remembered.

Someone will notice when we're gone.
So, no matter what may have happened yesterday, and what happens tomorrow, we're here now, and noone can change that.

So go out there and do what you've always wanted to instead of just dreaming about it.
That's what i've decided.... Because, if I'm not here tomorrow, I'll be remembered for it....
It will be My Legacy.

Moments

Life isn't about how long you live, but HOW you live as long as you have.

And near the end of our lives, however long or short they may been, we tend to reflect on our past. recalling memories of happiness and sorrow, of triumph and defeat.

But you see, its not the whole event that we remember. Our lives are a culmination of Moments. Moments of emotions so powerful, that even the hand of God couldn't take them away from us.

This past week I lost  an old friend.

A friend who, once, was like a brother to me.

And then my most recent friends parted for their new lives.

At first i thought, "Ah! that's okay. We'll meet again. And soon too. So, no problem. Don't worry."

but now, it's all sinking in.

It's like I'd been in a head-on collision with a freight train, but didn't feel the pain because of shock and the adrenaline in my veins.

but now the adrenaline's wearing off, n I'm slowly coming back to my senses.

senses that tell me I've just been hit BY A FREAKIN' TRAIN.

I can feel the pain growing.

but that's not the worst part.

the worst part is, that i know that my friends are out there somewhere. Somewhere where i can't be. and they're feeling the same, or even worse, maybe.

Parting with friends feels like what I imagine it is to lose family. It's like falling into a bottomless pit.

No one's ever scared of falling because they'll hit the ground. Its the falling.

I know I have a habit of hiding my emotions. I can't tell you how many times that's gotten me into trouble.

and i'm sorry if i've let you think otherwise. But, I DO MISS YOU.

ALL OF YOU. 

First the Kingdom of Bahrain, then my 12th Grade class, and now waffles and Radhe and in a few days the rest of the people i call family will all be on their own paths.

I hope and pray that all our paths meet, more than just once in our lifetimes.

You'll always be a part of my life.The Moments I'll remember many years from now.

I Thank You all for being a part of my life. for making every day that much brighter. For making me smile when i was sad and for crying with me when you couldn't.

So,

Osama Mohammed Anwar, Namratha Bharadwaj, Rajesh Sasisekharan Nair, Ishwarya Lakshmanaraman, Abhinaya Lakshmanaraman, Romita Theresa Martin, Rohan Mario Martin, Tanu Alexander, Dileep Warrior, Mohammed Kamal, Anshul Swarup Arora, Dhruv Kant Arora, Manoj George Mathew, Mary Ann Mathew, Nadira Siddiq, Jithin Rameshan (R.I.P), Nobia Parker, Deepu Varghese, Nithin Mathew Thomas, Puja Puthran, Sandhya Mehra, Chandni Gajaria, Sunil Raghunath Bharadwaj, Nikita Philip, Ann Rachel Jacob, Henisha Soni, Brigit Thomas, Joseph "Joe" Pereira, Ronnie Alex, T.K. Alexander, Anand S., Aby Mathew, Rohan Thomas Mathew, Aby John, Stanley "Stan" Jes Varghese, Jerry Jacob Varghese, Lakshmi R., Neethu G., Jithin "J.J." John, Parvathi "Paru" Diwakar, Rithvik R. Nair, Anand L. Nair, Goutham K.B., Vijeesh V., Nitin K.N., Abhilash K., Partha Pratim Roy, Rabindra Bikram Sah, Pehraj Kaur, Sumit Gunjan, Nikhil Jain, Raj Bahadur Singh, Steffi Vinod, Ravneet Kaur, Vivian Marandi,  Jeykumar N., Maansi Malhotra, Anisa Panjvani, Abhimanyu Nehra, Rahul Goyal, Ruchi Nagpal, Arushi Sharma, Inderjit Singh, Diwakar Kumar Mishra, K.V. Smitha, Radhika Singh, Ritasha Gupta, Sumeet Sinha, etc etc etc (in order of occurence in the book of my life)

I miss you guys

P.S. I'll make sure that if they make a movie about my life, the trailer features all you guys.

n maybe Osama n Mohammed can write n edit the script, Anshul produce the picture Sandy'll sing, Sunil Lead Guitar, Joe the Rapper n my bro's the DJ. AND if they pay enough Ritz n Radhe can do an item number ;)

Farewell !!!

Four years have passed and we hardly felt them go by.
i did though.
mostly because i spent most of these past 4 years cursing myself for coming here while i could've been in a hundred other places. where, i believe, that i'd have been happier and better off.

but to be honest, when i sit down n think about it, i will miss this place, AND the people i've come to know in my time here.

my first 12-14 months will be by far my most memorable.
i met a couple of crazy guys, just like me. met a girl, crushed on her, got my heart broken, bonded with my brothers in crime, built a couple of robots, one of which sucked n the one which was too good for its own good. then i fell in love with the most amazing girl i've known. went home after a long 3 years, partied like a rock star. got into fights n then came back. that's when things started changing. some for the better, but mostly for the worse.

its been a while since then. n a lot of things have changed.
n this may not be the way i'd like things to be.
but for what it's worth, as long as i live those memories will forever be etched into the deepest recesses my mind.

goodbye class of '07. i'll miss you.

Mirage

I saw you today, standing by yourself,
in the distance, watching me.

I saw you today, hiding in the clouds,
as the rain poured, and  to the bone, drenched me.

I felt you smile, thinking about me.
wondering, if you were here, what life would be.

i realize then that its all too good to be true.
a mirage in the desert.


i'd like things to be the way they were before. but i don't think that's gonna happen.
n i'm not going to pretend that everything's going to be alright.
i'm not strong enough to make it all work.
and i just can't move on.
believe me. i've tried. i need help.
for now i'm holding on. but barely by a thread.

Exams Suck!

i hate exams, i ABSOLUTELY HATE exams.... i mean, who doesn't???

the only difference is that people usually hate exams because of all the tension and mental stress they have to go through to cram endless amounts of information into their ordinary brains in a seemingly infinitesimal amount of time....

I, on the other hand hate exams for other, unorthodox reasons....

for example
any time you have something to say there's no one to listen....
i mean.... SERIOUSLY.... is it impossible to take out TWO LOUSY MINUTES out of your hectic study schedules to say "hi, how are you today??" or, "i'm going out for a cup o' tea.... wanna join me???"

sheesh....

well.... I've learnt one thing from all this....
ITS EVERY MAN (AND WOMAN) FOR HIMSELF (AND HERSELF)....
so watch out for yourselves.... coz there almost definitely isn't gonna be anyone to catch you when you fall....

HI.

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