Monday, December 31, 2012

A new year's eve...

So, today is January 1st. January 1st, 2012. Sorry, 2013. Oh! I will have to get used to this idea of twenty thirteen now. Life used to be so much simpler back in twenty twelve.

Looks that way. So we survived the long predicted end of the world. There were no meteors causing global destruction (of course there is one passing us close by) and no great flood or weather imbalance.

All in all, it was a nice year. Now come twenty twelve the only thing changing is the punctuality of the people (deteriorating) and our civility (also deteriorating) and our sense of justice (read rape cases,for those who are mediaphobic).

If it hadn't been for one intelligent king in the Roman empire in their good old days, a certain Gaias Julian Caesar, today would not have been a new year's day for us at all. But, my best wishes to you all for this oncoming new year. May you find peace and happiness. May you find joy and success.

Saturday, October 6, 2012

Musings about life

When I've had a long day and, in the background, songs about love play on, the writer in me is roused to take up the pen again. Literally. I actually scribbled some notes before I sat down to write this.

A sombre mood raised a lot of thoughts and they churned around in this head until they finally found an outlet or a place to settle down somewhere comfortably. I can't find a way to introduce these tough topics I want to talk about in a mature way, so I will just dive headlong, without a second thought, before I change my mind.

"You always smile, but in your eyes, the sorrow shows". This is simply a statement that says about a lover's state of emotional turmoil, when his hopes fail, when his world comes crashing, when you can see the light in his eyes dim. It also speaks about men's obsession to maintain a strong, steady and stable  emotional front to the world, even when he is in pain. Otherwise he is ridiculed to be too emotional and womanly. This sentence also tells of untold pain that we hide from the ones we love, especially if the one who causes the pain is someone you loved. Lastly, it just shows us the depth of emotions the person will go to, to make sure that others do not find out about the hurt they have caused us.
This is one of the worst situations in life, but almost everyone of us has gone through this, at some point or the other in our lives.

Hard truths of adult life, is another such topic. You break a lot of hearts and your heart will be broken a lot of times too, in return. There is no escape, unless you are some fairytale character who finds her knight in shining armor, or his Rapunzel standing at the window. You can either let life take you on a roller coaster ride, meet thousands of people who could-have-been, and a few who were. But ultimately you need to choose one who suits the best. And this suitor's criteria will be some mix of pleasing the parents and the own self. There is no Golden ratio here, but its about how you want your life to be when your parents will no longer be around.

Another very very tough part about life is that, one day you'll leave home and then there will be no-one to protect you. You'll have friends. Some of them will be fake, some will be real. Some will be temporary and some will be long lasting. Sometimes friends will backbite and blackball you, sometimes they will be your angels and guardians. Make new friends as the old ones leave you or the good ones turn bad. Friends will become competitors professionally in the future, but you have to be very open to them socially. Because a friend is whom you'd want always in your life. Competitors they maybe on the playing field, but if he is a true friend, he will always be there for you socially.

Marriage is not easy. It comes with a big social agenda and becomes a social show off. If you want that kind of a marriage, you're just putting yourself up for a long life of double faceted emotions and feelings. If you're the one who wants a comfortable and happy life, please go marry the one you love. I once knew a guy who did the latter, and now is so happy. His parents finally understood now. It's so frustrating how parents will always think they are the right judges to their kids' happiness. The parents don't know much about their kids after they have set foot outside of the parent's homes. This one gets trickier when the parents have demands which are vacuous and self serving and plainly irrational. Even after painstaking process of selection and elimination, marriages have broken down. Who can really say what works and what doesn't? Let the individuals involved decide I say. Set down a few guidelines and directives, but let them take their decision I say. After all, this has to signify their first step into real independence in this real world out there.

Now, I'll say openly and frankly, I've been beaten, battered and broken, not just a few times, but more times than I care to keep a count of. I've had fleeting love stories to really long ones. I've had loveless love-stories and such intense ones that the few days have been enough not only to last my entire lifetime, but a few more times over. I've had ladies, my parents did not approve of because of their behaviour, because of their family history with my parents, because of their apparent age gap, but I know deep down, everyone of them could have been equally good, in different ways. Recently I met this lady, who just enlivens me to the very core. Sparks and tensions run high in her vicinity. Now that my friend is not something that happens every other day, or week, or even month. It comes once a lifetime. And when it does, the days become brighter, more colorful. The air becomes fresher and scented. Life moves at breakneck speed. But you enjoy the ride, because deep down you know, no matter what happens next, you've lived these few moments completely.

I haven't even begun to describe the plethora of feelings this encounter has triggered inside; from the intensity, the spectrum and the perfection of these feelings. The entire being humming with a pleasant vibe that manages to persuade the surroundings to do his bidding. There is always a karmic balance to this too, I believe. The way it feels to just know there is someone you can just pick up the phone and dial, at every second of the day or night. The way you feel when she wraps her arms around you and the way she makes you feel when she kisses your lips. The balance come next.

And then all this will come crashing down one day, when everything is not possible because of parental preferences which effectively makes you the diagonally opposite of exactly everything they want. It feels like being kicked out of the park altogether. But no-one said life was going to be easy, all they said was, it's going to be worth it. And although, at times it does feel as if the juice wasn't worth the squeeze, the show must go on and you'll have to move on. Although there will be hands dealt to you that are just unplayable and unwinnable, you'll have to play them as best as you can and move on. Life isn't fair. Life isn't easy. But let it show you the good parts and the bad, and you'll have to learn to take them both and enjoy and laugh during the good times, and cry hard during the bad. Life is a roller coaster. Once yo accept that, it becomes a journey that will be worth remembering at the fag end, when all you are left to do is walk the sunset boulevard, with or without the people you've cared for all your life.

Thursday, February 2, 2012

Still an idiot.

I thought I had gotten past this. This thing. This stage. But then how long ago was it since I've been shown the door? If I am told I am not worth anything, I will be able to take it, because I'll prove myself then, but when I was literally shown that my feelings weren't worth a dime, it hit the core of my being. I reeled. I roiled. So I am a wreck. I am.

But that will in no way stop me from underscoring the feelings I had, I have and the ones I will keep inside me. To me the feelings have value. They are important to my psyche, if only to maintain a semblance of my own sanity in some remote corner of my mind.

Time, they say is a great healer, but time is time, it has its own pace. I am living through each slice of time in a most exaggerated parody of normalcy, and trying to put up a brave facade of stoicism. But then again, isn't that hurting me from within, so is this qualifies as masochism, then ultimately, stoicism is a form of masochism. Pardon the digression, but thinking keeps the emotional part of me buried under the action of the thought making process.

This ultimately, brings me to the simple fact that I cannot escape from - that I'm still an idiot, in spite of what my friends might say.

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Please don't try so hard to say goodbye.

My dear Lady.

"Cause the love you used to feel is still there inside,
it maybe a faded photograph but I know you care,
so don't hide.
If you're scared I'm here beside you,
if you get lost I'm here to guide you,
and I give you peace when peace is fragile.
Love is all the good in you,
love is peace when peace is fragile."

This struck a chord deep inside me. And sleep, as usual, decides to stand me up tonight, again.
So here I am writing to let my feelings out and drain me dry.

This stanza is such an accurate reflection of all the turmoil in the recent past. And it is what is keeping me going on each day. The love I used to feel, is still there inside. Over time, it will fade, but I'll still care. But I can't help but hide, so you don't torment yourself over this series of incidents, most of which are outside of your control.

I used to be there beside you when you were scared. When you floundered I'd be there beside you. You once told me, I gave you peace, even amidst all the ruckus you'd keep up with. When peace was hard to come by. When things turned crazy, I like to believe I was a cornerstone with a semblance of peace.

The love I have for you, shall remain untarnished, inspite of all your actions and choices. But it's hard to say goodbye. It's always been the most trying of times for me to say goodbye. Immortalising these words of a fragile peace, where love becomes your sanctum of peace and serenity amidst the ruckus we have come to live with daily, are a series of incidents that shall remain in my memories. They shall fade away with time, try as I might otherwise, but they will leave indelible traces of happy strains in the old sepia memory lanes, when I might look back on them.

Some songs that reverberate with your soul's predicament become entwined with the memories, whence long after the memories have faded away and hidden under the burden of new ones, a sudden catch of the tune will trigger a recollection of these sepia times as if they were just yesterdays. But with so many objects tied with the beautiful memories I possess, I don't know if I shall ever be able to bid you adieu.

Sincerely yours
A face in the crowd
Ani

Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Idiot.

Yes, idiot. No you didn't read it wrong. And yes, I'm calling myself an idiot. No not you, not at all. This thing called love, makes me an idiot. Every single time. So I write a letter-an affidavit of sorts.



Dear Lady.

I've been accused of seeing the world through colored glasses. I admit, with some amount of incredulity, that perhaps the allegations are true and admissible. I love thee too much. And it colors the way I perceive.

You have probably changed many an aspect of my life, from the way I talk to the way I work. But, thanks to a particular gentleman against whom I might have a few reservations, I seem to have opened my eyes to the possibility that I was being a fool, an idiot, a stupid narcissistic bum.

It was also probably entirely my fault too. I knew how this would turn out, since the very beginning, and tried to take the adequate precautions, but it simply wasn't enough to contain the onslaught of the emotional buffeting I experienced. It was simply an overwhelming sledgehammer that kept pounding inside my head and my entire psyche. It was simply unstoppable. A dam had to break somewhere. And break it did.

So after a sacrosanct 24 hours of austerities, and a few heartfelt discussions with my shadow and the very best of friends, I realize how big a fool I have been. Yes, I love you a lot. There is not an iota of doubt about it. And I shall always love you, irrespective of whether this love is requited or remains unrequited. It's love - pure and undemanding. It shall always be there waiting for you. But I, perhaps, will have moved on.

You asked me once, if I am trustworthy - yes lady. I'll always be. But, I will not stand twiddling my thumbs as you keep dishing out last chances to a particular gentleman with whom you manage to pick a fight every other day. This is not about being the first one to give up either. It's about preserving the sanity of three people. It's called self preservation. Its fruitless to wait in queue when its proven time and again that my love is not worth an iota of consideration, and that it can be swept under the carpet each time your gentleman crooks his finger every other way.

This begs me to question, whether I'm just another safe fallback option to you? Let me put it in financial terms, "Am I a call option for another call option?"

You will probably detest me, despise me, hate me, call me names, but all I can tell you, is that, I'll love you anyway. There is a song playing, that says, you always hurt the one you love, the one you shouldn't hurt at all. you always take the sweetest rose, and crush it till the petals fall. Perhaps it is true. Perhaps I'm just too naive not to see it. But can you prove it to me?

I donot know what path I'm taking. I donot know where it leads. I donot know if I shall ever see you again. I donot know what tomorrow shall bring. I donot know how this will change things, for you and me. But I do know, I'll love you the same. That you shall always hold a place in this wasted heart of mine.

Perhaps I am being too candid, too open for my own good. But I shall tell you this. I wasn't surprised by the way things turned out. It was just that the timing was impeccable - spot on, to hurt me right in my guts. And in a way I never imagined. I expected it to be a little gentler, but with the way we all behave socially, it was definitely my fault at not expecting something like this.

The past 100 days have been some of my best days - stormy and calm, in cycles, but nonetheless some of the best days. Thank you for that. And no matter what happens now, nobody can ever take that away from me. And neither from you.

Sincerely yours
Forever
Ani
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