The Break Up

Suhani was very tensed as she couldn't contact her boyfriend since last many days. Suddenly she received an email from him saying that he was breaking up.

"What would you do now?", her friend Kusum asked her who was sitting beside.

"Nothing", Suhani replied,"I'll update my relationship status on Facebook to single".

P.S. - Just so simple, isn't it? But not for all. The Facebook fever is catching on everyone on the planet. Anyways, happy reading.

Forceful Love

Your forceful love

Has left an impression

Carrying but with no choice

For Haiku Heights # 30

Last Few Days

What will one do if he comes to know that he is left with only a few days of life in this beautiful world? How a girl would feel when her marriage is fixed and she knows that she is in her parents' home for a few days only? A student who is going to pass from disciplined life of school and entering the college life of full freedom?

Since some days I have been juggling with the thoughts of 'last few days'. A person who is going to die would surely try to enjoy fully the handful of moments he is left with. He won't bother about things like earning money or buying a new car or expanding his business. All he will do is find the happiness in those little things which once didn't interest him. He will become more concious about the things which he never noticed before. His senses will work more efficiently than ever before. He will more conciously notice the streets he is walking on, will listen to the birds chirping around him, will smell the roses with closed eyes, will dance as if no one is watching. He will try to spend as much time with his loved ones as he can. Why suddenly? Because he knows he won't take anything with him from this planet. We all know that. Ultimately whatever we have earned or gained will remain here in this world and our own body can't accompany us to the heaven (or hell, whatever!).

But why suddenly I'm talking about this topic today? Because me too experiencing my 'last few day'. No, no. Not on this earth but at the place I'm currently working. And suddenly and surprisingly I'm enjoying this new city which I'll be leaving in a few days. Now every Monday morning when I wake up to travel 240 kms, I don't curse myself. I now enjoy the journey, the last few ones.

So, is there any lesson we can learn from knowing our 'last few days'. If we take every day as our last, can we actually enjoy the living or will it make our life more tensed? Like a coin has two sides, this also has two consequences. Now it is upto you how you take it. I'm leaving this open. Share your views. Last few days - will you enjoy or curse?

Darkness

Surrounded by the darkness

I burn my heart

To visualize the pain

P.S. - This is not a perfect Haiku having 5-7-5 set of syllables but it just came to my mind and I didn't prefer to tamper with it's originality.

My Blog Turns One

Last year, same day, almost same time, I was writing my very first post on this blog. At that time I didn't know my blog will survive for one year. But today, when I look back, it makes me nostalgic. The first year of blogging journey was full of enjoyment, learning, friendship and beautiful words.

In this one year, I wrote a whole bunch of posts and all are close to my heart. But on this occasion when my blog turns one, I want to pick my personal favorites here. So here comes some of my favorite posts. Please let me know which one is yours.

Your Tears

The Open Ended Poem

A Letter To Grandpa

Love You Mom

No More Space

Lost Mind

Eight Minutes Love Story

Love Is When...?

The Bet

The Childhood

Escape

Goodbye

Perhaps

The Innocence

I Fear

Nightmare

The Waves

The Confusion

In Search Of God

As If You Don't Know

I Don't Miss Her

If I Were...

She...
One Another Night

Happy Birthday Replica

Cheers

A Last Letter To Santa

Dear Santa,

Merry X-Mas.

Its Christmas again and you're here again to grant everyone's wish. Ever since I was a child, I always kept waiting for you even months ago the Christmas day. Every year I had a new wish. Some were granted the others were trashed. And now, as I'm no more a child, I still have some wishes unfulfilled.

Before I start on writing my wishlist to you, please understand that there is no hurry in granting my wish. You can take another year if you want to. But you have to make sure that my wish is granted for if you really are what you are.

I always dreamed of a big bungalow like house with the gardens surrounding it from three sides. A big black color car shining as bright as the full moonlit. A roaring bank balance and everything else what is needed to be called successful in this materialistic world. But wait, did I tell you that I want all this even now? When I was a kid, I wanted to grow up soon and get everything what made me fascinated. Only when I was a kid.

But you are safe. You need not to carry all this with you from the other side of this world. I have something else in my wishlist which is not too long. Just a single but a real wish from the bottom of my heart. Please give me my childhood back. All I want for Christmas is this.

Big houses don't fascinate me now. I was happy making and breaking sandcastles again and again. The bicycle I got from my Dad on my birthday was more precious than the big black cars. I was happy with whatever little pocket money I used to get, now you can have my bank balance if you want to. I was happy playing little games with my buddies than the corporate games now I have to play forcefully. At least we were never such desperate to always win. Sometimes losing in front of our buddies made us happy than any other thing.

Going to school was so much fun that I never wanted to miss it and I'm glad that I never did it deliberately. Then my college life. How can I forget it. Now, there isn't a single day so far that I really enjoyed attending my office. Maybe I'm too nostalgic, maybe I'm too emotional. Its really OK if I am.

When people grow up they say that you don't exist. But from my childhood I have a firm belief that you do. So, here is the chance for you to prove your existence. This letter I'm writing to you is my last. Grant my wish or lose your believer. The choice is all yours.

Closing my letter with the hope in my heart.

Merry Christmas.

P.S. - I know the wish above is not realistic but what to do - Dil To Bacha Hai Ji. Merry Christmas to all.

Wait

It was like any other day. She was waiting for me in the same old park where we used to meet every weekend. And like always, she came before the scheduled time. She always knew that I would be late but she never changed her routine.

I reached. And every weekend her beauty was increasing. I don't know why and how. But I think she was growing and glowing too. Mature women look prettier I guess.

"Hi, sorry you had to wait", and then took a little pause and said,"again". I was using my sense of humour at the wrong time.

"No, I'm used to it now", she replied,"and I've started kind of liking it. Waiting for you on this alone bench, thinking of you in the meantime and weaving the dreams of our togetherness".

"Hmm... that sounds interesting", I was being naughty.

"You know what? Why I always come before time?", she asked and her voice seemed heavy.

"No, tell me", I pulled her close to me and started feeling her fragrance while I closed my eyes.

"Because... because I never want to make you wait for me", she said and her eyes went wet.

And I was like numb. She finds love in every little thing. I hugged her and promised to be on time from then on.

Pictorial Words # 2

P.S. - Unknown paths - the photo was clicked on a beautiful evening on a beautiful journey on hills with friends.

One Line Letters

We all have written letters at some point or the other. Some of us may still like to exchange it with our dear ones. But this era of technology has changed our communication channels. We rather like to use cell phones and emails than writing letters now. I'm also not the exception. Sure the hand written letters contain the love and feelings which can never be present in electronic means of communication but saving of time is another critical factor. Anyways, I don't mind your ways of communication.

Today I'm here to discuss an interesting thing. One Line Letters. Yes, you read it right. I read them first on one of my friends' Facebook profile. He also blogs here. The letter contains only a single line but it conveys a lot. One of his creations is this -

Dear Fevicol,

Naam bade aur darshan chhote,

Sincerely, Broken Heart.

Interesting, No? Here goes another one of his one line letters -

Dear Lays,

Thanks for bag of air and few chips.

Sincerely, Me.

Sometimes you need not use more than a single line to put your heart out. Me too have got inspiration from this and have started writing one line letters. And if you don't know then let me tell you that I'm a Facebook addict. So my first one line letter goes to Mark Zuckerberg, the creator of Facebook. It goes like this-

Dear Zuckerberg,

Why you made Facebook?

Sincerely, an addict.

I think its fun. So, use your imagination and write a letter to your friend, spouse, boss, love, barber, favorite personality or anyone for that matter. You can write to me too. But remember, no more than one line. Also please don't forget to thank my friend who gave us such an interesting inspiration.

Tell your views in comments section.

Till next time, signing off.

Sincerely, yours.

Leaving The Nest

Hmmm... It feels good to be back. It always does. Whether it is a virtual home or real one. You must be thinking why I'm talking like this today. Because today I'm sitting at my home after a long working week in an another city. Another city? Another question, right? Oh sorry, I didn't tell that I'm posted in a different city now and its not possible for me to come back home every evening. So I have set aside Sundays for this purpose. And though I'm accessed to the Internet all the time, I can't write blog more often now. I can only read and I do. I don't comment on your blog but I do read it. Don't worry about that.

Today I'm gonna talk about leaving the nest. Yes, every bird in this world has to leave the comforts of nest one day. Otherwise it can't learn how to fly. Thats very obvious I guess. But humans too have to do the same. At least some of us, like me. Initially it feels really good to live without any kind of interference from the family. But the excitement of freedom doesn't last long. Because we're used to the comforts of our home, our nest. We're used to the caring feathers of our parents. But when we start living alone in a different city where we have to get up by the alarm, arrange our beds on our own, decide the clothes to wear, manage the meals etc. etc. etc. Suddenly the things seem to be tough. But then again, one day we're used to it. Used to everything we do constantly and consistently.

Another thing I've learnt from moving to a new place is loving your own place. Earlier when I used to roam about in my city, I'd find it so messy, full of traffic, unorganized and all. But now as I visit my home town once a week, I find it very calm and lovely. I like to see each and every part of the street where I walk and capture each and every thing in my memory. Love your place, there is nothing like home, not even heaven.

Now here are some things I miss while living at a new place-

- I miss my family of course (because alone you're nothing even if you're a king)

- I miss my friends (because hum hi hum hain to kya hum hain, tum hi tum ho to kya tum ho)

- I miss writing (because I don't find time and inspiration at a new place)

- I miss home food (because I really do)

- I miss my bike (because I don't have it at my new place)

- I miss my jeans (because I have to be formal at my work)

- I miss me, my old me (because I never thought I'll grow up one day and leave everything I love just for the sake of bread and butter)

That is all for now. I miss being here too often.