Showing posts with label Memories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Memories. Show all posts

Wednesday, 23 April 2014

By The Window

Let us sit by the window and watch the rain,
it won't fix the heart nor it'll heal the pain.

But just bring us some leisure to think,
and maybe some tears to shed and drink.

To revisit the memories while raindrops pour,
to relive the forgotten moments once more.

I know you don't like the rain much, though,
it's worth waiting for the following rainbow.

Let us forget for a while our love or hate,
let us just sit by the window and wait -

for the rain to end,
for the wounds to mend,
for our paths to bend.

Monday, 24 February 2014

I Wonder

You pretend to be strong,
But I know you're wrong,
I'll move on before you do,
I cannot wait for long.
Just wonder, what will you do,
To release the pain,
Engraved on your delicate heart,
Forget about me,
I'm blessed with the writing art.

Monday, 7 March 2011

Monday Morning

Today is Monday. I know you all know that. But Monday mornings are hated by most of us. And I'm no exception. But have you ever thought that why we hate Monday mornings? Is it because we aren't prepared to go to work/study after an enjoyable and restful Sunday? Or is there any other reason?

Well, as far as I observed this problem, those who hate Monday mornings don't like their work or study. For if they do, they would never complain why there is Monday on the calendar again. I'm not here to motivate those who are affected by this syndrome because as I said earlier, I'm also affected by it. It has been a few years now since I have been caught by the virus of Monday morning. It wouldn't be wrong if I call myself the Tom Sawyer of my family.

But I wasn't like that a few years ago. Actually I loved Monday mornings till I was a student. In my student life, I never complained about it. Whether it was school or college or my CA course. I enjoyed every bit of that phase. Maybe because I knew from the very beginning that the best part of ones life is his/her student days. Of course we have tensions and stress of studies but it is far better than stress of other situations of life. But then again it depends on person to person. If I enjoyed my student days that doesn't guarantee my children will do the same.

It doesn't mean that I don't love my work. I do, but not more than my student days. It is good that I'm being paid and have become an earning member of the family but lucky are the people who could make their hobbies their profession. For them, work is never the work. They play while they work, they earn while they enjoy. Now please don't try to judge me. I'm not being negative. It is just that for some people, the past is more beautiful than the present. Yesterday looks better today and today would look even better tomorrow. I can't help it. I'm one of those dreamers who constantly dream about the beautiful yesterday and in turn miss the wonderful today.

I'm always an optimistic and I do believe and hope that before I leave this world, I learn to enjoy the Monday mornings. After all, as they say, life is for living and not for complaining.




P.S. - The facts of the above post may not be and will certainly not be applicable to all. So please be generous and leave a comment/suggestion to help me (and other affected) overcome this syndrome.

Thursday, 24 February 2011

A Comfortable Friend


"There was a time when we didn't even know each other, not even each other's name. And today we're so comfortable with each other that I just changed my underwear while you were facing the other side and you didn't even realize that", these were my friend's words a few days ago in our PG room.

I was shocked and surprised at the same time. I was laughing and abusing him that why he didn't ask me to leave the room so that he could change. And then next moment I realized that he was right. We were so comfortable just because we were friends. Friendship is such a wonderful thing that it makes two completely strange individuals completely known to each other. Friends know more about ourselves than our own family or even more than we know about us.

As I'm in a different city now, leaving him alone in that strange city, I'm actually missing those days. We were like a big support to each other in that alien city. Away from our homes, our families and everything, we were like much needed companions to each other.

Talking about friendship I can only say that those are lucky who have got a good friendship. Friends even less in number, if true, are the most precious gift of God. Like they say, we can't choose our family but we can surely choose our friends. But I somewhat differ on that aspect. You get good friends, like good family, if you're destined to.

And the best and surprising part is, you don't remember the time when your strangeness was transformed to friendship. You just can't recollect that moment.



P.S. - Please don't change your undergarments if your friend is in same room. It may unveil your hidden secrets because your friend may not always be looking at the other side. Or you may also lose your balance in a hurry :-)

Monday, 21 February 2011

Memory


A lifelong trauma
for some; for others
Just a six letter word


Wednesday, 5 January 2011

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.

She...
One Another Night


Happy Birthday Replica
Cheers

Monday, 28 June 2010

The Making Of Memories

Last weekend I was on a journey with two more idiots (my friends of course). The journey where we got an opportunity to make memories for lifetime, and we did succeed. The journey was unique in its own way because we never went so crazy like this before. I mean the idiotness of 3 Idiots was on peak. I miss it a lot and hope other two idiots would also be missing it. So, here I want to share some moments of the beautiful journey with my two other companions.


The Start Up Point

The bench on the local railway station where we
rested for a while and then left it alone after
creating the beautiful memories and capturing it.


The Carriage

The train which took us to our destination.
It was our second train and we caught it running in the rain
at about 04:15 a.m. in the morning and that too without ticket
because the arrival time of first train and departure
time of second train was almost same, so we didn't have
enough time to buy the tickets.


Yummy...

The Maggi and the tea. Let me tell you that
it was the best Maggi and tea we have ever
had in our lives. Sitting at a place where we could
see water fall from the mountains and having delicious
breakfast like this is all very rare and special.


We, the Three

The meeting of our feet. It shows that we
are always together wherever we go.


Three hands of 3 Idiots

When we hold someone's hand we are
making sure that we will never leave it nor we
will let go even if the other wants to go away.


The Beauty of Nature

We never knew that moon looks that beautiful
at 02:00 a.m. in the night. Listening to the songs
with friends wrapped in the same blanket in
the cold night of mountains at the late hour.
What more can you ask from life.


They held us

The chairs where we were sitting in the
cold mountains night wrapped in the blanket.


Our Lunch

We had lunch of Coke and chips and peanuts.
Unique in itself again.


Watery Memory

Our three pairs of feet in the cold water.
The water touched and left, after creating
a beautiful watery memory.


The Milestone

It was just a stone before we turned it into milestone
with our names engraved on it. Hope it remains the
same when we visit next time there.
3 Idiots - Rajat, Vishal, Deepak

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We, the Idiots

Me, Vishal and Rajat
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I am afraid that someday I will cry recalling all the moments we spent together.

With lots of love,
your friend,
Deepak.


Friday, 4 June 2010

It Did Rain Today


It did rain today, and it did heavily after a long time though only for a few minutes. But as long as it did, it gave me an opportunity to celebrate my melancholy, for there was no one who could be having an eye on me. All were celebrating the first raindrops of the season while I was busy with my own old flash backs.

With each thunder hitting my ears, I could remember all that was forgotten, as it worked as a reminder. One of these made me think about someone who is very scared from the horrible voice of clashing clouds but nothing could be done now on my part to keep her distract. I hope, by now she has learnt to manage it alone. Another one reminded me about the days when rain seemed to be beautiful than anything else. Gone are the days when getting wet in the rain was all exciting. Gone are the days when rain would bring new hope for life.

Now, every time a sadness hits the heart, wait for the rain arises. Today the wait was over. Rain drops were falling on my face. Lips converted into curves to show a smile and eyes went shut. Soon the cloudy water was mixed with salty water. They met as if they were waiting for long to meet like this. Soon it all went as planned. Melancholy was coming out in the form of tears yet no one had a clue about this. Heart was pouring through the eyes at it's best today. Nothing could stop the flow. But soon it did end, as the rain stopped. Lips were normal again, the pair of eyes slowly opened to see the change it wanted to see. Somehow, this heavy heart felt a little lighter. Hope was born again.

Today it did rain heavy from the heavens above and so it did from the heart.


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