Why do I think a lot?

Fools and fanatics are always certain of themselves, but wiser people are full of doubts.

Secret. Of Success.

Earlier, I only stared at the girls. And just thought. But now, I stare and talk what I think. And guess what?! I have started ‘getting’ as well!

Ever After. Truly.

I am sure this marriage will work, at least for as long as we remain married, for the simple reason that she’s even more in love with me than I am with her. Truly, a potential happily ever after.

Boy. Aged 30 years.

Let’s face it. I am a 30 years old over-grown boy. The oldest ‘boy’ in the world.

Reunion

He stands watching the juggler perform standing in the front of the circular crowd. She spots him from the top of the nearby shopping complex, and calls him out. He listens and looks around.

Later when he finally spots her, he finds her head popping out from the top of the crowd of the heads, leaping and falling, calling him out, ‘eta’, ‘eta’.

They hug each other like they met after a long time. The attentions of the people in the crowd turn towards them from the juggler. The united lovers realize this much later. And disentangle, embarrassed. They let out a sheepish grin and make their way out of the crowd holding each other’s hands.

A promise.

He wrote on a paper, ‘I’ll not cry because of this anymore’, and stuck on the wall with a cello-tape. He looked at it and re-read the line once again. Then he tore it off the wall and crumbled it before tossing it away.

Going on 30

With my father it seem like it has been ages since we had a talk. The last time I talked to him was on my 29th birthday. At 12 am sharp, I got a message from him saying, ‘thirty years ago….’, I couldn’t help the formation of a lump in my throat. Next morning when I called up and heard his voice over the phone, I couldn’t help tears either. But I was seriously surprised at the same time too. ‘Thirty’?! How on the earth could he go wrong with that?

Well, even though I’ve been feeling thirty since I was 27. but ‘thirty’, there’s yet another year for that.

And as far as I can remember it has been like ages before I turned 27. Back then I always wanted to be a 27. but now that I am past all that, I dread the thought of being a ‘thirty’. No. Never. I just don’t want to be.

Autumn. The beginnings.

As I was speaking I felt the drizzle on my face. And even before I could realize the drops hit me hard. I looked up surprised to find they were actually ice cubes. OMG! It was a hailstorm. It was raining ice cubes in my back yard. That was my first experience, and later that night it quietly snowed. I woke up to find it was all covered with snow. As if someone had strewn white sand all around.

It was the first snow of the season. And it was only the beginning of winter.

That morning at work we had a consignment to be delivered at South Hampton. Bits of snow rolled off the cars before us, as we sped away at a speed above 80 mph along the motorway. It seemed strange. Since the displays along the motorway had a blinking circle around it and the screens warned ‘go slow’ due to ‘low visibility’.

Stakes. On aspirations.

Stakes were riding high on me. They were all pampering me bit too much in the sole hope that I will actually fulfill all my dreams.

Love. Of life.

Somehow, even though I had been in and out of a couple of relationships in quick successions over the past three years, my search for the perfect one was always on. All along I never felt complete. And she, even though we had known each other, got close when we re-met after a gap of three-four years. We opened up through phone calls, mails and connected thus. Rest isn’t really history. It’s our present. It’s what we have in the name of love. In the name of life. It’s all so true. So real.

Meaningful loser

For the seemingly confused lot, the world tends to take decisions for them. World looks up to and tend to follow only them who have the guts to listen to their hearts.
You don’t need to be a loser to be called a loser. But if you are called one, the challenge is to fight it.

The fairy

She has been a remarkably passionate lady, very much involved with whatever she is into. Be it her job or the love she has for me.

Slips...

‘Terrific’ can sometimes be a real dangerous word for any happily-unmarried-but-in-a-great-relation young man like me. I casually remarked to one of my classmate, the pretty young girl with loosely hung pants, with her butt-crack showing, sitting right in front of me, that I have a terrific girl-friend. She had a very strange look on her face when she turned towards me to look straight into my eyes. And her response was ever stranger. She held my hands and said mournfully ‘don’t worry; it’ll work out for you.’

To her I guess the word meant ‘terrible’.

The reflection

I am the ‘you’ who you never were.