Someone

Love   is    an   incomprehensible   sacrifice.Love  is    the    underlying    building   block   that   everything   is   made  of.Love   is   self-aware.It   senses  itself   in    everything,and   loves    itself   in   everything.In    its   unlimited   unbidden   in finite  state,it   knows   nothing    other   than   care,timeless   affection,completion.Love   is   a  flame   which   burns   even   during   the   worst  tempest.A  feeling  which  grows   as   you   meet   the   different   paths   of    hindrance  to   feel   the   unadulterated   wisdom   of    loving   someone   from   the   core   of    your   heart.Love  is   that  flower   which  needs   nothing    other   than    true  emotion,an  emotion    which    takes   away   from  this    madding   world,may   b   only   for   ten  minutes.Chill.

                                            Love   is   not   something   you   feel  when   you   are   around   that   someone.The   beauty  of    love   is   in   the   time   when     the    loneliness   creeps   you,when   the   most   violent    thunderstorm   wont   b  able  to   wobble   you,when    the   best    made   koutans   bedsheets    seem   like   a   bed   of    throwns.when   You    wake  up    in   the  morning   and   you    rush   towards    the   window   which   takes   you   to    the   most    peaceful   place   of   your    existence.Thats   love.When    you     refuse    three    consecutive    breakfast  just  not  to  miss    one    glimpse   of   that   someone.Love  is  self-less.Love    has    that    bizarre    power    to    accept   someone,    doesnt  matter   what   kinda    personality   degree   someone   has.I   know   by   now   i  have  nt written   anything   new.But    have    i  ever   written  anything   novice? 

                          Love   is  not   something   in   waiting   for   someone  when   you   know  she   is   coming.True    love   is   in   the   feeling   which   you    release    knowing    the   fact   she   doesnt  ever   come  to  you,but  still   you    hurl    your    care   through    your   self-less  waiting   and   then  you   hit   your    head   and   light   up   another   gold   flake.Who  says   Romeo  is  dead?   

                                        Its   not   about    when   the   dark   clouds    are   roaming    around   your  neck,not   about   when  you   touch   the    unsavoury   parts   of    someone   you   love,not   about   when    you   think   of   salsa   whips   her   close   to   your   chest  and    you  feel   the  smell  of    olfactory  i  guess ,not   about    when   you   spend    non-stop   talking   for   7  hours.Like   which   sampoo   and    soup    sweetu    do  you  use.Its   about    the    day   when   the   sun   is  killing    with   its    maximum   temperature,when   the    violent  tornado  has   made    the   life   miserable   enough to   forget   even  to   light   a   candle,but  you   have   inside   of   your   heart   have   that   strongest   of    the   strong    weapon   of   love   to   move    out   and   just   rush  towards   the  nearest   STD  booth    to    know  about  her   whereabouts.

 

                             Love  is   just   a  good  frndship.Chill.Romeo  is   gone  Anupam  is   back.It   begins   with   friendship   and   remains   reaches   climax   only   25  years  after  marriage.This  last  line  seems   quite   heavy? What  do  you  say   my   awesome  readers? Only  Mark  Twain  can  justify   that   statement.Now   a   bit  of   humour   my  dear  readers.Oye  Sohniye   happy  journey.Journey  of   life  i mean.But   to  me   love  is  an   expensive  affair.seriously.Love  is   the   Ganga  of   emotions    surrounded   by     endless   expenses,especially  after  marriage.Keep  waiting  is   a   better  option.I  know  being    a   bachelor   i    deserve  to   know   more   about   girls  and  women  than  married   and   if    not    then    me   tooo   should   tie   the   knot.isnt  it? yaar   kuch  samjha  main nahi  aa raha  kya  likhon  aage.My  worst  post  till date  donot   know  i  m  feeling   like   this.anyway    this   writing   thing   is  not  a   joint  entrance  test  nor   digital  electronics  class  test.thats  why   i    love   blogging.

                            And   i  see   number  of   comments    are   going   rising   people   r   leaving  comments-unique  writing  style  awesome  and  more.Trust   me,i feel   good  no  doubt.but  tell me  one thing…..seriously..not   joking….how  unique  my   writing  is.?its  so  simple  even   bitto  can   copy  my  style   anyday.One  guy   recently   offlined   me-”hey   liked  your  writing  style,but   you   are  chasing  girls.i felt   like  that”.Now   i   feel    my   female   commenters   are   educated   smart  driven  and  of   course   simple  enough to   understand   the   way    i   have  been  writing.I  mean   i  write  carelessly   this  is   the  way    i  have  been  in my  real   life.And   i   guess  writing   throws   your   real    character.So   feel  free   drop   comments   as   freely   as     i m   goin  to   guzzle   a   bottle   of   coke.Humidity   is  making  me   carzy.spelling  mistake  shitt.Hindi  Medium  sucks  man!

                                  i   want    a   girl   as   stupid   and   as   dumbo   like  me  only.I   dont  wish   to   marry   a  girl   and later  she   finds    completely    uncivilised   uncouth   and   many   more.Only  Rabri Devi   can   tolerate    such  kinda  husband.i know   so    i need  someone   exactly  stupid    insincere   like  me.But  she   should  b  *shy*.

 

                           In  short- Let   the   fundoo  natural  feelings  should  grow  without   much   expectation.A    real   true   pure  feeling   needs  no   promise,then  why   to   promise??

 

                   You    donot   wish   to marry   someone    you   can   spend   life   time.You   wish marry   the   person   you   cant   live   without.Who   said  the  statement?  Answer  me….

 

               I  dnt  miss  her.i  miss  who i  thought  she   was!  Getting  mad…Bitto  help me   me  wanna     strychnine   soon.  below  space  is   empty  guess  why??

 

 

 

                

 

                       

love? always?

I donot like two words.Love and always.Both are  something quite  daunting to  continue.These two words often  bemuse me and make me feel lost right now.Yeah lost.I use  *always* quite  often  lightly.Both are related with each other.Symbiotic perhaps.Like  Dosa and sambhar.If you are in love then using always is your  prerogative,else you know your lover can feel insecure,once you spew this word like  a chimney spewing out smoke,you make things easier for the time being.Nothing is always.But yet i use you use we use *always*.Why??

                      And oftenly *always* is related to love.*I wish we could b together always*.When ever i listen this genus of line,i feel like a woman inside  a shopping mall with  no money.Samjha Bhai kya matlab hua?I just feel somewhat chained down.Its like I m expected to take care of just one person my whole  life.Disgusting.I have no problems.I can,but i want to care myself family not just one.Although its a bit more i know,I m not quite sure how to phrase what i mean.Dangerous word.B wary.Like a cliff just waiting for you to fall off it.

               I think  i have come to accept that things change,nothing is constant.No always really.However,I m sure at one point,I believed that love could last for always.Hello Chill?I always thought love could last for always.But i was wrong,nothing new,me always wrong really.My frnds relatives female frnds all are around me,I  thought they would remain same for me.I was wrong.A person i know one year  is a stranger to me the next.I have gotten used to it by now,meeting people knowing nothing about them in a blink of an eye.

                But i m lucky though i feel.i have two frnds.best frnds.know one of them since kindergarten.nikku.another guy i know him for 9 years.ashish.thats for always.yeah i have gotten *always*.though elan of relishing life with them has changed during years.but there is a connection a bond,a feeling for *always*.i feel it wont break.yeah fevicol style.We change.never remain same.but there is a connection.

Bf…Gf…outcome=0

A round table big flat TV playing in a corner.Guy is as desperate as I used to b sometime back or still,will discover later.Set of angular chairs is making the milieu romantic beyond imagination of Karan Johar.I mean only Karan Johar can make romantic plots any where in the world may b in Libya next time.

                     A desperate guy and a fun-having-u mentality girl seated around a table.The guy starts to open a paper bag…pulls out something of weight 1gm perhaps cadbury for his girl friend.Girl shows 32 teeths altogether which only Miss India beauty contestents could fathom.I swear on my experience of course own.

 Now- Karan Johris state of mind comes into scene-1

 Guy(about to give cadbury to his girl friend)–Sweety,I got this for you,I mull you like this.

 Girl-Oh(showing 32teeths altogether) I love them.

       As far as my own experience says I think girls prefer chocolates more than dairy milk.

Girl thinks-Illaaa It would b fun chewing all cadburys…1  2  3 saare ko chaba dalungi…fitness gayi  Vandana Luthra ke  Sasural….tel lene.

 Scene-2

       Guy(sometime later again with another gift)-Hey I have this for you,hope you chew it faster this time…

Girl-Ueeee maaa,another gift…in span of just 2 weeks…main mar janwa cadbury kha ke…He is so kool careful I m often accepting gifts  but over the last 2 weeks he has been chill.From the time that brown eyed lass started attending classes with us.He has lost his own self.Even the chocolates he gifted are morton,why couldnt he gifted me those sweety sweeety cadburys why why? Just b coz that brown eyed lass or just I have put on weight.Bull shitt,I m so afraid and agog now to discover the real reason behind this inferior gift to me.The taste of this chocolate is quite akin to washing power Nirma Nirma Nirma.

                 And I swear on Gul Panag this state of mind makes me to appreciate the simple guy-gal f ship,rather than 1mm distance relation between them.I mean the rule of expectation just creeps in when a girl is your girl friend not just friend and vice versa.I mean i gave you chocolates to have fun chewing them thats it.She is a friend.This sort of relation is so kool without any shabby feelings to elope with her.Gratis of muddled feelings and granted expectations.

                       But the moment proposal and acceptance comes into our minds things change drastically.Abruptly,that sweety girl who once crawled with pointed nails her brother ’s back now wants more dangerous treatment for you.Till,14/10/2005,Rohit and Shivani were batchmates wingmates evrything.Rohit used to call Shivani a friend.Rohit proposed and Shivani accepted.They walked freely as no father to howl.Rohit thinks that he is next to Shah Rukh Khan if Shivani is goin to accompany him all his life.Shivani thinks I m  Madhubala just difference of dress she used to wear dress which covered her a lot.I wear less transparent dress.Rohit is also happy go lucky type guy.They dream beyond dreams.

                           But karan Johar arrives one pitful day-Shivani thinks of her best friend Vikas.They were together in school till class 6th.They read chaha choudhary together,shared their tiffin together and so many other things.So she plans to have a lunch to him,Vikas.Rohit slammed his bathroom door 234 times that too when he is about to piss.Asked her-Ye tere Bachpan ka yaar hai kya??

  If Rohit fails to send a bunch of marigold to Shivani on the date.She sobs so much that even the rain of july can feel shame.You have changed Rohit yourself for that brown girl and so  on.And Bhagwan jee aisa na kare.if Shivani is shopping with her mother and finds out Rohit with a girl back on his bike.She can hurl  whatever she finds around her on Rohit unless he shows birth certificate of that girl.Which confirms that they are real brother and sister and Rohit was just droping her to maths tution class.

                    I mean,listen  I donot have any such real experience in my own life. And taking my state of existence I never think I will have too much experience in this.But to my underdeveloped state of mind I guess a simple relation is very peaceful direct and harmonious for anyone.May b all these  bunkum complications between Rohit and Shivani would nt happen and they will trust each other in any situation.Ahhh it is fundoo kool let feelings grow naturally,without thinking of someone as your gf or bf.Feeling needs no promise.And promise needs no untrue feelings….then why to promise??

              Now you can cry  can  throw a big basket on me.But this is what I think.In my opinion one can lead a easy life without having anyone,or having someone just as a friend.This is my take.You can think like Shivani.

Pad lo…

       I m seized with long-unwonted yearning.

      Toward yonder realm of youth serious and still.

      My plaintive  song’s fickle tones are  turning.

      To harps aeolian murmurning at will.

      Awe binds me fast;tear upon tear falls burning.

      My lost stern heart feels a gentle,tender thrill.

      What  I  possess,as if far off   I m seeing.     

      And   what   has vanished,now now now comes into being.