Friday 15 February 2013

Dates are meant for Calendar only...


‘So how was your V-day,’Ram said. ‘Dates are meant for Calendar only,’I said while adjusting my chair. ‘You have all answers ready or just excuse,’Ram said with smile. ‘Some years back this date used to be special for you, when you were in college,’Ram continued. ‘Yes...you won’t believe I never went to college on V-day,’I said. ‘What...you mean to say in all four years?’Ram said. ‘Yes in all four years...In first year we started towards college but went to pool club on our midway and ended up watching ‘Black’, Bollywood movie, nice movie. In second year we woke up late as usual, played games on system and boozed as usual. In third year had a good amount of Vitamin D with tea, momos and noodles and the best thing bought 1 very good blazer on V-day offer sale. In fourth year, we played cards, had noodles with ginger tea and yes in evening I went for haircut. Haircut was special as it was after 1 year or something,’I took a pause.
‘So you enjoyed with your girlfriends or?’Ram said. ‘Ohhh no no... this we is not that, what you are thinking,’we’ friends,’I said.
‘You are making fun out of yourself, you can write a book,’Ram said.
‘One more thing I forgot to mention, when we went for movie in first year, girls with their boyfriends were looking at us...it was awesome,’I smiled.
Hahahaha...when are you writing a book...

Wednesday 13 February 2013

Love is...

Sometimes some people treat love as an alien thing. We can’t learn this just by reading a romantic novel or watching ‘if only’. It has to be experienced. People read or watch something and manipulate things as they are critics. Why to believe on those things. We can’t explain love in words, movie or novel is just the individual’s journey which gives us joy.  Love is not out there in any street, it’s here inside us sleeping because we want to dream of things, which we only create to make our life more and more comfortable; but end up with more and more complexities. One can’t experience love if he does not love himself... 




Love is when I ping you good morning and wait till afternoon just to get a reply
Love is when you ping me hi and the very next second it follows with your bye
Love is when you make so many excuses just to show me how hectic is your life

Love is when I switch off all my logics to see those stupidities with ultimate joy
Love is when you irritate me with your talks just to give me so many reasons for smile
Love is when I call you with those alien names and you forget the real one for a while

Love is when others see me tough but you read gentleness in my eyes
Love is when you try to lock your smile within lips and I read your twinkling eyes
Love is when I do those childish things just to prove how stylish am I
Love is when I smile sometimes and even I don’t know the reason why
Love is when you tease me and really, I feel little shy
Love is when I type random thoughts to write a poem which no one will ever enjoy
Love is... 

P.S. I Love you...