Archive for January, 2013

"Let the Right One In" - Nina Dobrev as Elena, Ian Somerhalder as Damon in THE VAMPIRE DIARIES on The CW.Photo: Bob Mahoney/The CW©2010 The CW Network, LLC. All Rights Reserved.

“Let the Right One In” – Nina Dobrev as Elena, Ian Somerhalder as Damon in THE VAMPIRE DIARIES on The CW.
Photo: Bob Mahoney/The CW
©2010 The CW Network, LLC. All Rights Reserved. (source: Google Images)

That boy recalls the hardships they’ve been through along,
All she remembers are the rights that he did wrong..

Days were numb and nights were bland,
All had slipped through fingers, just like sand..

Didn’t want her to suffocate with his love,
To love anyone else he won’t have the nerve..

This time she was the one who delivered the pain,
Every moment was like being hit by a train..

He went strong on whiskey, went long on beer,
Still couldn’t roll back the drooping of the tear..

He left it to fate for it shall declare,
Love’s might or life’s truth, only time will tell…

                                                                                      —– Yash Mehta


         “Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.”
― Robert A. HeinleinStranger in a Strange Land

                      FLASHBACKS – Have you ever been in a situation where your beautiful sleep is disturbed by flashbacks which are not like nightmares, but like sweet melody, something which puts a smile on your face, or asks you to whatsapp a friend at 2 a.m. in the morning that let’s meet and celebrate, and that sleepy idiot replies, “for what?” and you say, “For Everything, Everything!!!”

            However, he didn’t reply and I suppose he fell back to sleep. I went to the Kitchen, grabbed an orange, a fruit he loves a lot, and stood near the balcony and replayed the entire beautiful story.

            A story of that chap who was so shy, who used to get bullied by people or made fun of. That chap who thought he was in love with a girl and couldn’t forget her for years whereas that girl kept playing with his emotions whenever she fought with her boyfriend or was bored (basically, using him). That chap who was so gullible, so under-confident, so dependent, so immature. Someone who will booze and fag till he passes out, every time he is sad. Someone who hated his existence, someone who was waiting for THE END.

This was him, up to November, 2011.

          I had a smile while I was in that state of nostalgia, because today when I see him, he is that chap who is so confident, so independent, so ambitious, so matured, someone who knows how to display emotions and what to speak. Someone who can give back to people. Someone who has a lot of girls falling for him and yet he won’t play with their feelings or do anything wrong like taking advantage and all that shit. Someone who is less shy, never gets bullied and in deep love with someone else. To fall in love again, for him, was a possibility far impossible.

This is him, today.

            What caused that change? Its just about 13 months and one will feel proud of having such a friend. One will feel proud that he exists among us. I thought of writing this, as I wanted to Raise a toast to that chap. That chap who is my best friend since 8-9 years now. That chap, for whom I was worried a lot before, and now am hardly in doubts that he won’t able to nail the future’s challenges.

Finished my Orange, and I get two more …

                         So, I was at, how did this change happen, and you know what? It all happened because of love. However Bollywood-ish I may sound, and however fictitious this seems, how people put forth, “In today’s world, no one is genuine, or everything is fake, and so on”, I’d still could see this.

         He met her in December, because of a silly prank played by me and since then this story has continued. Although, it had a huge break in between, but as Shahrukh Khan says, “Aur aakhir mein sab theek ho jaata hai (In the end, everything falls in place)”, the same goes here where here, in the end, this chap celebrates every day of his existence. He has quit smoking and there never goes a day which he doesn’t look forward to live.

A month back, I had told him, I’d like to write a love story of yours and he was delighted. Tonight I could have actually begun to do it for him, but I guess this story has a lot more, and so it would be better if we leave it to time and make that happen later.

    Now, when I finish my third orange, and have also come to a state where my eyes are just not able to keep themselves awake, and that I can’t think of anything else, I could only say one thing — *Cheers Brother* — “It’s amazing to see you happy everyday, It’s superb to see you full of life.”

Source: Google Images

Source: Google Images

“There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment.”
― Sarah DessenThe Truth About Forever

Ps. Sometimes, you make no sense to people when you write, but still you write because you feel like making sense to the one in your mind. 

“For last year’s words belong to last year’s language
And next year’s words await another voice.”

                                                                       – T. S. Eliot

        I had a pretty eventful year in 2011, for which I had initially thought that even 2012 would be the same. I still remember, the first day of 2012, I was ecstatic for the coming year, coming times, coming moments. I was happy and looking forward for the year. I made few resolutions of which, none went successful but then, its the case with everyone. Although I tried a lot.

BUT, yesterday, January 1, 2013, I was so opposite to how I was last year. I was tensed, I felt like there is a war to be fought for next 364 days. I felt as if I am supposed to put myself to task and it will be a long and cumbersome struggle to live each day and yet at the end, stand with victory and pride to have done it.

It’s always pleasant to bid goodbye by hopping through flashback. I wish I had a cameraman always, who would have captured every special moment naturally and every moment bought together and made into a film. Since, I have no one for that, I thought of writing it.


Source: Google Images

Source: Google Images



Apparently this year happens to be a year where I managed college along with work for entire year. That taxing schedule of 5:45am to 9pm everyday and yet keeping in touch with people around, keeping blogging around, keeping novels around and so much. Sometimes, I wonder why am I not able to give time to more people and then I wonder, if I am trying so hard, are my friends doing the same too?

This was a year where I had my best birthday as compared to all the years of my existence. This was a year where I made more amazing friends, had a memorable Goa trip, heard from everyone to stop talking to one person and yet not hearing them and talking to her and in the end being let down again. This was a year where I came with a new blog, attended two blogging meets and for the first time attended an event full of unknown people. This was a year when I saw F1 race at Bandra Kurla Complex, went to Marine Drive half times less than last year, spent nights watching movies and reading more novels and less time on late night phone calls. This was a year when my psychology professor called me “Doormat” for I keep giving chance to people and let people take advantage of it, and this was a year where people still laughed over my friendzoned status. This was a year when for the first time I got a “Get Well Soon Gift” from a friend when I was down with fever, and this was a year when I got funny gifts from friends. This was last year of my college life, although I have 3 months more to live it, and this was a year where I gave away my fitness completely to food and drinks which I did without limit.

So much this year had, and so less I feel when I write. Even after this long paragraph with too much repetition seems like hardly 1% of what actually happened. I still am angry over Delhi Rape Incident and our country’s inability to take a concrete stance. I am also annoyed with what Khap Panchayat does and feel like slapping them. I still laugh over Dented and Painted chant in airplane where Abhijit Mukherjee was travelling and here I am writing about my 2012. Sometimes, you go through a heavy thought process, feel like finishing a book on the quantum of life you lived and when you come near the screen, you forget everything.

Just like I was thinking before, on what the year has in store for me, for the coming days, I still am thinking. I still am also stuck to flashbacks of the past year. I am so stuck up with thoughts on mistakes that I shouldn’t ever commit again, and also thinking about whether I should still be rooted for people who never understood about the human existence of mine. I have made few resolutions this year too, and I am sure, if ever I have a post on 2013, I shall have a chance to tell everyone that I lived up to it.

Yesterday, a friend of mine sent me picture which bore words, “That awkward moment when being a good human being is the shittiest thing ever” and at night, I was pinned a testimonial on my Blackberry which had the ending words for me, “God has surely reserved a place in heaven for this guy”. Am I the shittiest thing too? Contradictions everywhere !! let’s hope 2013 gets handled by me in a nice way.

Let’s hope this year to be good for everyone who are under pressure of torture, or are groped with unhappiness or loneliness. Let’s hope this year to be something where everyone should celebrate each moment. Let’s Hope. Let’s Hope :).


Ps. Although, this post seems largely for my outburst than for something worthy to a reader, I atleast have one tip for you’ll for 2013 and that is:-

Source: Google Images

Source: Google Images