Why does love fade away ?

Why do people crave for sexuality into the eyes, when it could be an abode of truth, innocence, serenity; and serve as a gateway to their soul?

Why do people crave for the sweetness of the lips and not the pristine smile which can make life worth living even in hell?

Why do people crave for the soft little mounds and not the feminine heart lying beneath that’s so loving and caring that can relieve pain and sufferings of a million years?

Why do people crave for those 11 minutes between the legs and not a place in her heart for a lifetime?

Why do people lust more and love less?

To me lust is the excitement and thrill of that initial spark of attraction that brings people and the object of their desire together. That's not love, that's survival of the species. Lust is like fire in a piece of paper; it burns our more rapidly than it catches fire, unlike love which is like a nuclear reaction which can keep souls (read as sun) burning for ages.

Why is it that love is like a living, breathing, or a dynamic entity that grows and changes over the years?

Why is it that even if taken granted for and forgotten to nurture ,it doesn’t fade like a photo sitting in the sun too long and can spring back to life anytime we turn back to it?

Why is it love that binds us together once that initial spark runs its course and the god like qualities of our beloved are laid bare and stripped away?

Why is it love that happens when the thrill is gone and all that’s left is the two souls; stark naked, shivering and flawed as all humans are?

To me it’s just because when in love we can put all of our beloved’s weaknesses, faults and shortcomings under the magnifying glass and walk away feeling grateful for having found the one person who completes and compliments us so perfectly that we wouldn't have them any other way.

Why do they take it for granted, when they have found their beloved?

Why don’t they nurture the relationship in the way it deserves?

Why do they make mistakes when they cannot correct them?

Why is it that they say the three most pathetic words –Sorry, Thank you and Please to the entire world who may means nothing to them thousand times a day, instead of saying the three most beautiful words – I ,Love ,You to the one person who may mean more than the world to them ?

Why can not they have wilder and more passionate nights than the one before?

Why can not they fall in love all over again every day with even greater intensity than before?

Why can not they ask her to dance sometimes when she is listening to her favorite song?

Why instead of snoozing the alarm clock they can not you adore their beloved’s face moments before she wakes up?

Why can not they find time to appreciate the small little threads that she wears round her neck and her feet?

Why can not they send her flowers at work and take her out on a date besides the Valentines Day or some anniversary?

Why are occasions necessary to appreciate how beautiful she is with all sorts of flowers when any day and everyday she is as wonderful and as mesmerizing as ever?

Life is beautiful because it is unpredictable, and it should remain the same with relationships. An unpredicted word of appreciation or a gift would be more romantic than a necklace worth millions on the Valentines Day .Why do people need occasions to celebrate when every moment in life is a celebration. Who has left this world alive and who will? Will all the things that they were sorry for; or all the Please and Thank You they said; count on the day they stop breathing? Life is all about choices; make your choices right because you would never get a second chance to rectify it. And what a pathetic life it would be if you regret a thing at deathbed.

Why is it that every time I see your serene face, I couldn’t help falling in love with you over and over again?

Why is it that every time I see those brown eyes, I get addicted and loose myself and never want to resurface again?

Why is it that every time I see you smile, I feel happier and all the pain seems to give way?

Why is it that every time I hear you speak, I feel more entertained than the best music’s?

Why is it that every time I touch you I feel complete?

Why is it that this bloody pump of mine chants your name in every beat?

Why is it that those eyes of mine always see your reflection in anything and everything it perceives?

Why is it that with every hair of yours that grow grey, I shall love you even more?

Why is it that with every moment I spend with you, I will have more memories to cherish?

Why is it that with every wrinkle that appears on your face, I will have one more thing to adore and appreciate?

Why is it that with every number that my spectacles would grow, and with all my fading eye sight, I would have a zillion images of yours in my memory as fresh and as vivid as ever?

Why is it that I would rather have one moment in your arms, one touch of your hand, one kiss of your lips, one reflection of mine in your eyes, one phrase from your mouth than eternity without it?

I simply do not know the reason.

Why is it that, heart is the only part which is often associated with love?

To me it's simply because it is the only organ in the human body which never ceases to beat just like my love for you shall never cease to exist.

Its not that I don't love you,it's just that I don't say.

James and Jessica stood still staring into each others eyes and their faces had traces of sempiternal pain. Maybe a choice was made without the consequences realized. Something horrible has happened, not a nuclear holocaust or economic recession but between them -an indiscretion perhaps or things said without meaning in moments of unqualified rage.

Jessica is standing with one hip against the balcony, glass of wine in one hand, jeans rolled up, barefoot on the cold stone, hair moving lazily in what could almost be called a breeze. She's smoking a cigarette but doesn't really mean it, doesn't need the nicotine; she's smoking because of the habitual remembrance of comfort of before.

James is a few feet away, elbows on the railing, offering a sympathetic apology in the form of a sideways smile. He smokes his cigarette typically, slowly, taking definite drags and exhaling, watching the smoke boil and fade.

They are standing in the balcony of a 16^th Floor building. It has a wrought iron railing, a table bought on the cheap with mismatched chairs and an umbrella that never stands straight. A potted plant in one corner, that hasn't yet started growing for the season.

Absolute silence prevailed in the environment, neither did they nor the plants or the table or the chair or the umbrella dared to break the silence.

Suddenly the silence was shattered. Jessica said, “Three years of courtship and now, two years into marriage, I would have to admit, that I am getting tired of it. The reasons of me loving you before, has now transformed into the cause of all my restlessness. I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive when it comes to a relationship and my feeling, I yearn for the romantic moments, like a little girl yearning for candy. You are my complete opposite, your lack of sensitivity, and the ability of bringing romantic moments into our marriage has disheartened me about love. I want a divorce”.

After a prolonged period James could utter only one word "Why?”.

Jessica replied, "I am tired; there are no reasons for everything in the world!"

He kept silent the whole time, seemed to be in deep thought with a lighted cigarette at all times.

Jessica’s feeling of disappointment only increased; here was a man who can't even express his predicament, what else could she hope from him?

And finally he asks her, "What can I do to change your mind?"

Looking deep into his eyes Jessica slowly answered: "Here is the question, if you can answer and convince my heart, I will change my mind, let's say, I want a flower located on the face of a mountain cliff, and we both are sure that picking the flower will cause your death, will you do it for me?"

He said: "I will give you my answer tomorrow...".And they both went to sleep, although sleep was far away from their eyes.

Jessica’s hopes just sank by listening to his response. She woke up the next morning to find him gone, and saw a piece of paper with his scratchy handwriting, underneath a paper weight, on the dining table near the front door, that goes...

Jessica, "I would not pick that flower for you because I just couldn’t die now.”

The first line was already breaking her heart but she continued reading just to finalize her decision to leave him for ever...

"You have never been accustomed to cleaning a house so I have to save my hand so that we can live in a cleaner environment.

You always forget the house keys behind, so I have to save my legs to rush home to open the door for you.

You always have the cramps whenever guests arrive; I have to save my palms so that I can calm the pain with a gentle massage.

You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be infected by infantile autism. I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes and stories to cure your boredom.

You always sit before the television, and that will do nothing good to your eyes, I have to save my eyes so that when we grow old, I can help to clip your nails, and comb your hair; and tell you the color of the flowers as I hold your hand while strolling down the beach as we enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful sand.

Thus, dear Jessica, unless I am sure that there is someone who loves you more than I do... I could not pick that flower yet and die.

I never discovered a reason why I loved you, so how can I discover reasons to hate you. I have always loved you even if I never said it. It was just that I cared too much for our future which seems to have ruined our present. I promise that from now you will never have a single reason to abandon me in the midst because it is obviously I who need you the most.

Jessica’s tears fell on the letter, and blurred the ink of his handwriting..."Now that you have finished reading my answer, if you are satisfied, please open the front door for I am standing outside bringing your favorite bread and fresh milk and vegetables that I have to cook for us before I leave for office since you like my recepies more.

Jessica rushed to pull open the door, and saw his anxious face, the milk bottle, loaf of bread and vegetables...

Now she was very much sure that no one will ever love her as much as he does, and she had decided to leave the flower alone...

P.S:-I wasn't writing on this,so do not curse me if you do not like it.It just happened when I read a joke on husband and wives.

The Upcomings ! ! !

I get very little time to devote to writing blogs, thanks to my friends who keep on calling me for just one more game of “DOTA”. . . . . . Since I have started writing so will definitely write at least 1 post per week . . . . . . . . . . Here follows the things that I have something to talk about . . .

The Ghost who decides to die:-About a ghost who tries in vain to commit suicide in all the possible ways .In the process when he starts loving life he dies.

The butterfly effect:-What if we could change our past.

Angels and Demons:-The two faces of a single coin. The mere existence of one defines and justifies another.

Silence –A brutal assassin or a soothing friend:-Sometimes we want to be left alone and sometimes silence seems to devour us. With a story of a very beautiful lady as the lead role.

Rejection-A fatal blow:-Men are fragile. They tend to break instead of bending, a story.

“Ordinary”:-Every one was born with a gift. They remain ordinary as long as they don’t open the package.

Why does love fade away:-This one’s straight from my heart.

The First Impression:-How important is the first impression.

Murphy’s Laws:-All the laws that proved absolutely right for a loser. Still he comes out with flying colors.

The Escape: - Inspired by the series “Prison Break” and “24“, this would be an attempt to present something interesting, based on one of the terrorist attacks.

The Night Stalker:-Inspired with all the heroic characters that has been already created; I too would like to own one.

The Hoax:-A story with the backdrop of a traditional superstitious village.

So this post only intends to remind me what I wanted to write. ....Moreover if anyone happens to read this he/she may post his/her opinions about the topics and send interesting ideas to any/all of them.

Meanwhile read this cute love story, as the bike speaks.

http://lukingback.blogspot.com/2007/11/when-moments-decide-years.html

Or enjoy office life @ a senior Pallavi.

http://humor-in-nonsense.blogspot.com/2009/02/here-i-am-sitting-in-my-office-night.html

I dream of gennie.

Was it a Monday or a Tuesday morning? . . . . . . . .

Hell ya it was a Monday morning .Had I been a painter ,I could have painted the entire episode which just happen to play before my eyes like a dream ,but since I am a writer let me just create a scene for you guys so that you can unleash your imaginations .

I happen to have been gifted with the best friends one could find on the entire planet and that’s why I couldn't deny them even with my life .But when it comes to leaving my beloved computer for something as trivial as rigorous exercise , I would definitely like to make an exception .Every day I save my ass with petty excuses like ," I haven't had breakfast , lunch and even my evening snacks for the past two days" or sometimes ,”I have a severe back pain ,could you get me a pain killer please” or " Dude its Friday and on Sunday the gym is closed ,so let me start from Monday ".

One wretched Monday morning, I was on a balanced diet regime planned by our super loaded Hero (Nithin A.K.A Tintin) with all his six pack abs and perfectly chiseled body to which I couldn't deny anymore .So when the evening came, I wasn't left with a single excuse to make. Finally I told my sweetheart lappy not to worry, that I will be fine and I will definitely return back totally in one piece for she was the second love of my life without which I couldn't survive.

So here I was outside the picturesque sports complex to which I had bid farewell on my last P&T games day, accompanied by three friends just to ensure I didn't run away to devour pizzas and get a hold on my favorite fruity instead of sweating like a pig .We went early just to save me from the embarrassment of the sight of those smelly rock golems.

"Things have changed Victor”, I said."What did you just say, like what has changed”, he inquired. You never told me that they entertained pretty cheerleaders after I left coming to the S.C. Oh gosh!!! Grow up dude this is B.I.T, these girls are here for practicing as the badminton tournament are up the corner. Now I know why you are so passionate about badminton, I don't blame you though, I too would have been if you could have informed me a bit earlier.

Victor, as evident it could be, went to the badminton court and my third friend who prefers to remain anonymous went for the volleyball practice , Nithin went to his rigorous training while I being a beginner was signed off to run a mere of 8 rounds around the track to warn up .

As lucky as I am, I have earned the trust of my friends so I was left alone to perform the simple task without being watched.

So I started my patrol around the S.C to find something interesting which would make my day. Soon enough I found a girl who has intrigued me for sometime. I started strolling behind her.

She was wearing a black capri , a dark blue & white striped top which teasingly offered the sight of her beautiful slender waxed legs and arms, very light orange canvas shoes with white socks and her hair was neatly tied .

I don't remember how many rounds I ran, but what I remember is that I was summoned soon by Nithin who was kind enough to let me off for the day as he thought eight sincere rounds were sufficient for the first day. So he engulfed himself into his routine and I set out again to stalk the lady in the black Capri.

To my dismay, she was to be seen no where .Had she left for her hostel, did she go practicing, or had something happened to her, so many questions flashed my mind. As it was getting dark and the visibility had considerable reduced ,I decided to walk to the other side just in case I saw her or else there was always an another day.

To my surprise I found her. She was sitting on the ground, maybe she was taking rest. She tried to speak but wasn't able to .As I went closer I could see tears rolling down her pretty cheeks. What in this world could have happened to this girl who was jogging a moment ago to sit and cry? I inquired if she was ok and if she needed help. She said that she had stumbled upon and had badly hurt her leg and that she wasn't able to get up.

I was struck by the hypnotism in her voice .I undid her shoes and socks as gently as I could. The swelling was bad .I told her to have patience and that I would get her a pain relief spray. I ran to the office and explaining the situation was given a crepe bandage and a spray .I hurried back to the girl, applied the provided relief spray and wrapped that lucky bandage around her ankle.

I sat beside her without uttering a word more because I wanted to adore her beautiful eyes and less because she wouldn't be able to talk much in pain. It was then that I noticed that she had let her hair loose. They were as black as night, as dense as the rain forests, looked as soft as silk and smelled like eternity by L’Oreal. And the black ear rings that she wore looked amazingly cute. Had it been a Hindi movie, I would be singing a song near the pyramids entertaining the mummies, but soon my gaze was broken as she uttered those three words instead of two. Just when I was expecting she would say "Thank you" and leave, she said "My name's Magic". Well I wasn't expecting that, so I replied back,"and I am Magician". She laughed to my great relief and it appeared that the pain had subsided and she was enjoying my company. We talked for sometime and as it was getting darker she tried to stand on her own in vain. Least willing, I offered her to arrange for an ambulance to drop her to the hostel to which she denied. Instead she asked me to accompany her if I wasn’t uncomfortable with it. You see the magic had engulfed the magician and he couldn’t deny, not because he wanted to help but because every moment with her brought him unspoken happiness. Moreover his lappy could wait a little longer and it wouldn’t feel jealous until he wrote about the Magic he felt into her secondary memory.

To be continued . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

If I could rewind time.

On the very auspicious day of joy and colors -Holi, I find my self confined with remorse and the only evident colors in my
life are black and white. I have lost my ability to act both as a prism, which disperse colors into others life, and as a star
(which acts as a black body) which can emit colors of all wavelengths. This alone is a reason enough for me to scribble some
more crap.


I have been up all night which wouldn't surprise most people who know me .But last night I wasn't playing games ,I had my
speakers roaring to their maximum capacities because I was trying to loose myself in all the noise I could generate .
I had always believed that music can be the best remedy for the broken heart. But
alas it doesn't work beyond a certain point. Most of the inhabitants are off to their homes, others in search of bliss to forbidden places
,so I feel lonely with just two friends left in a prodigious hostel.


It was the day of Diwali and all the light around me wasn't enough to lighten my mood. My mother just got operated, my father
was sick and my sister burned down her entire poetry, the reason for which she would not tell. I had my issues too, I was
horribly missing someone and was in a terrible state of mind.

The next day has found its place in one of the days I will never forget. After a tormenting night, I was asked by Dj & Vj for
a fun trip to Ranchi. I was reluctant to make excuses but then another good friend of mine, Ammar came up with some work so
finally we were all set for Ranchi.

All of the Murphy's law seemed to have been formulated for me on that day except the fact that it didn't apply exactly in
the same order.
The third law states that "If anything just cannot go wrong, it will anyway”. With five hilarious guys things did go wrong
although it was least expected.
Now comes the fifth law, “Left to themselves things go from bad to worse". That's what happened to my mood.
With a heavy heart I returned to my room just to discover the certainty of Murphy's second law “If there is more than one
thing to go wrong than the one that will cause the maximum damage will go wrong”. My two other good friends
"Harry “and "Paul “dropped drunk in my room. With me and Dj in the room what more could those slimy creatures have wished for, to
make fun of and entertain themselves.
Finally the sixth law, “The hidden flaw never stays hidden for long”, became all evident.

I have no problem taking jokes on me, but there is a limit to everything and when you are already filled up to the brim you
tend to overflow. So did I ,I asked them to leave my room to which they did not pay any heed. So the next time I demanded to be
left alone which they took as dishonor and humiliation on their part. And as Harry is a trader in the truest sense he decided
to repay in the same manner. I was summoned to their rooms and handed over everything that belonged to me and asked to fuck off
from their room with every kind of abuses. As if this wasn't enough, I was again abused in my lobby and they took a trip to
many other rooms to demonstrate their expertise with all the wrong words.

I really got upset with all this, not because I was being treated like that but because it was my behavior that hurt them so
bad that the guy I was friends with, from my first days in B.I.T was humiliating me in such a way. And the worst was to
follow; I was blamed for everything wrong in their life. I was held responsible for their fucked up academics. well I don't see any drastic improvement now when I am not a part of their life.

The only reason I am writing all this is because I have promised my mom an apology to them, because she thinks the fault must
lie in me considering the little information I provided her with.

So if I could rewind time, I would rewind it to the point when they came in to my room. I would allow them to make fun of me
and Dj in as many ways as they can .I would buy them chips and more alcohol, play their favorite music and probably dance
for them if that would be entertaining to them, because I really miss the joy in my life that they brought. I really miss those
days when we gathered in a room and talked about all kinds of games, played as a team so strong that was almost
invincible, times when we watched movies together and enjoyed music, times when I was sick and they tenderly took care of
me, times when I am in a restaurant because it was always he who used to order for me, times when everybody gathered in my room
and we used to dine together and much more.

But then I wouldn't have known what trample damage they assumed I brought into their lives and how worthy they were. I
wouldn't have known their vocabulary of assaulting words. I wouldn't have known their respect for my parents and I wouldn't
have forgiven myself for losing the one thing I was born with - dignity. I was born naked but with inherent nobility and worth
and on that occasion although I wouldn't have been stripped off my clothes, I definitely would have been stripped off my
dignity.

So if I could rewind time, I would be on the first day in B.I.T and I would have preferred not befriending him in the first
place. And subsequently I wouldn't be writing this entry, I wouldn't be feeling guilty and I would absolutely be surrounded
with better friends as I am now.

P.S:-The names are morphed just because I care and they are worth more but just not my friendship.

Fatal Attraction.

This entry is dedicated to the most charismatic girl in this world who can smile in a million ways and more to make my day.

One day when the sun, being weary of his daily routine decided not to show up in the sky and take a day off, winter perceived this opportunity and was inclined to descend his wrath upon the wretched humans and the almighty fog had announced his dictatorship on the city. Birds decided to stay put in their nests and the bustling city was never quieter . . . On one such day I was out in the cold enjoying the beauty of nature which I had been missing since I left the mountains.

In spite of having a vacation ,I decided to stay because that could have been my last chance to witness "Dilli ki sardi".The best thing about being a student in Delhi are the DTC passes which makes travelling in Delhi so very convenient and cheap. I took a bus to South-Ex and headed towards Ansal.I rarely drink coffee, but the chilling weather and my inability to spot any active life form around the 3 meter visibility that I had, drove my feet towards a restaurant which used to make incredible coffee (During my recent visit I found it missing).I got my self seated near a window seat and ordered what ever I wanted and started looking around for someone familiar because dining alone is the worst thing to do on a winter evening.

Of the very few people in that restaurant my eyes got anchored on a girl clad in a yellow hooded jacket, a black jeans and a purple top eating burgers like a child who has been starving for quite a few days. I could apprehend the lavaliere around her neck and the Tom and Jerry bracelet on her right hand and the appealing lip gloss on her lips but I wasn't able to get a glimpse of her adorable face which aroused immense curiosity in me. I rarely call upon God but at that moment every beat of my heart pleaded for a glance of that mysterious girl. And as kind as God is, I saw Richa walking out of the washroom and rambling towards me with a smile. Something inside me told me that she was my angel for the day and she definitely was. She told me that she was accompanied by her friend and since I being alone was offered an opportunity to join them provided I paid the bill. What more in this world could I have asked for on that day.

We walked over to the other table and we were introduced .She looked up stretching her right hand for me to hold while removing the hood with the left and said "hello”. That was the most staggering moment of my life. I was looking into the most fascinating face, listening to the sweetest Hello and was holding the most velutinous hand in my entire life. My heart skipped a beat, my eyes forgot to wink and how much I wished if time could have been my ally who would have frozen that moment for me till eternity but every wish are not meant to be fulfilled for the greater good.

There are times in your life which change you for ever.11th December 2004 was one such day .The sunsets in my life would never be the same again ,my heart wouldn't beat without a name ,my eyes wouldn't be without an image ,my medulla oblongata will never be idle and every breathe wouldn't be without benediction after that day.

The six hours of time with her were more pleasurable and memorable than my entire days on earth. Every time I meet her I fall in love all over again even though I try hard not to.

Although I feel literally exhausted in expounding her, here is an attempt to elucidate her to the zillionth of what actually she is . . .. . . .

She has a maiden name so divine that the gates of heaven would definitely be opened for me .She is more beautiful than the sunsets besides Taj Mahal, when all you can wish is to capture every passing moment in your heart and never let go the setting sun and once the sun sets you anxiously wait till the dawn to see the sun rise all over again in all its glory. She is more desirable than being a billionaire. You can do anything and everything even beyond your capacity to have her besides you at the end of the day. And if she happens to stand by you in all times good or bad you wouldn't want anything else from this life.

She is more innocent than a lamb or a dove and her smile can disarm legions. She is more humorous than a clown's nose and every time she smiles even the gloomiest of creature wouldn't hold his laugh. She is more altruistic than a flower always ready to bring smiles on other faces even if it means being plucked. She is livelier than a firefly, ever ready to consume herself to ease and enlighten someone else's path in the dark. She is fairer than Snow White and her lips sweeter than saccharides.She is more romantic than a red rose, and her company so infectious that a million years would pass in the blink of an eye.Her brown eyes is wilder than those of a tigress and her aroma is better than the best perfumes.

She is more honest than a young child and more fun to be with than a merry-go-round. God has filled her with more shades than He probably would have in any butterfly. She’s more than an angel descended from the heavens only for me, she’s my soul, my love and my life. I couldn't think about surviving a single moment without her.

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Do you believe me Née raj?

Yes Nithin I do. . . . . .

This is an abstract of a long sentimental chat in which Nithin described you, except the part when I met you. This being my blog I should be involved in some way and I hope neither you nor Nithin should mind me writing this the way I did.

Last but not the least if you liked what I wrote for you both ,I become eligible for a reward . . . . .So here is what I expect from you both . . . . ..You may continue loving each other but never hate me or else that would mean an end . . . .. . . . . . . . . to my writings for ever. Do keep giving me reasons to meet you both in a while because I am like a whale that may have decided not to see the sky again but couldn't help resurfacing to catch a breath since it doesn't know how to breathe beneath.