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.