My GOD says,"He is an atheist, who doesn't believe in himself."

Happy "Shoving-your-love-in-everyone's-face" Day.

2011-02-14T08:52:00.000+05:30

All you need is love? Really?
Well, then now is your time. Never before was love put up on sale in display windows of fancy shops at such a large scale. Take out that credit card and use it well.

On the other hand getting a little realistic every once in a while doesn't hurt. But if you are not the kinds, then hold on to your prince or princes real tight and dance on. Live your fairy-tale for you never know when the clock strikes twelve!

~ Lift up your glasses.. CHEERS.. for that elusive 'Happily ever after'.

Sheila.. Sheela Ki Jawani..

2010-12-25T14:38:00.003+05:30

1. Were you named after anyone?

No. My parents like to be different. In fact I dare you to find another person with same name as mine.

2. When was the last time you cried?

I was livid and was almost reduced to tears when someone told me how amazing I am and promised me he meant it.

I think my reaction messed up his 'understanding' of women .

3. Do you like your handwriting?

Yes. I was forced to make all soft-boards and charts in school.

4. What is your favourite lunch meal?

Momos, creamy mushroom pasta, chicken (roasted, tandoori, tikka, kabab, butter, curry, grilled.. you name it)

5. Do you have kids?

I have a wife, a would be husband, many would be wives and a tiny brother who looks up to me and that I bully around. But no real kids.

6. If you were another person, would you be friends with yourself?

There are exactly two possibilities:
a) I would be best-friends with myself
b) I would kill myself and be proud that I did mankind a favour.

7. Do you use sarcasm?

Would you leave me alone if I did?

8. Do you still have your tonsils?

Yes, I still have my tonsils, and my appendix and all the other useless organs in my body just like I still have all my small clothes, books and toys. I find it hard to junk stuff no matter how useless they are. YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH THAT?

9. Would you bungee jump?

What is there to not like about the idea of hanging upside down and looking at the world with a whole new perspective?
Literally.

10. What is your favourite cereal?

I am required to have a 'favourite' cereal? What are you; my mom?

11. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off?

If I could convert all the time I saved by NOT untying my shoes into money I would be a millionaire by now.

13. What is your favourite ice cream?

Butter scotch, Chocolate, vanilla

14. What is the first thing you notice about people?

Whether or not they possess the art of conversation.

15. Red or Pink?

It has to be the colour of Passion, anger and DANGER. RED.

16. What is your least favourite thing about yourself?

My volatile moods

17. Whom do you miss the most?

Rahul Kumar Chaturvedi. I don't think I would have been familiar with the concept of 'missing someone' had it not been for him.

18. Do you want everyone to complete this list?

Because completing this list is such an enriching experience that if they didn't their life would be incomplete?

19. What colour pants and shoes are you wearing right now?

At home I am only found in boxers or skirts. Yes, even in winters.
Pants are just too restricting, don't you think?

21. What are you listening to right now?

My grumbling stomach.

22. If you were a crayon, what colour would you be?

WHITE.

- I'll be good as new, always

- kids wont be peeling my cover and rubbing my face on paper trying to fill colour in some old man's payjamas

- I would have to do no dirty work, yet no crayon set would be complete without me. ;-)

23. Favourite smells?

Wet mud, pertol, vicks, camphor, nail polish remover, chicken being cooked.

24. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?

My grandfather.

25. Do you like the person who sent this to you?

It wasn't sent to me. I just picked it from Anta . Yes, without even asking her. Is that rude?

26. Favourite sports to watch?

Lion/tiger/crocodile/Snake hunting their prey.

27. Hair colour?

Black. And just so you know, my heart is black too.

28. Eye colour?

How bored are you?

29. Do you wear contacts?

No, seriously?

30. Favourite food?

Can I write a 5000 word essay here?

31. Scary Movies or Happy Endings?

Scary movies with happy endings.

32. Last movie you watched?

American Beauty

33. What colour shirt are you wearing?

How on mother earth knowing the colour of my shirt will add value to your life in any way?
Or are you going to judge me on the Shirt colours I pick?

34. Summer or Winter?

Winter. I alway pray for its long life and good health. :)

35. Hugs or kisses?

Mostly its just handshakes. But then there are people that I hug and kiss all the time :)

37. Most likely to respond?

To invitations for: parties with free food and drinks, gate-crashing weddings, goa trip, dog's birthday and climate change conference (again for free food.), suicide plans, paint-ball war, war, sword fight,etc

38. Least likely to respond?

To mundane things.

39. What are you reading right now?

Nothing. Sad but true.

40. What is on your mouse pad?

Fresh green.

41. What did you last see on TV?

I don't even remember the last time I watched TV.

42. Favourite sounds?

Papa's car lock sound when he comes back home. I miss it.

43. Rolling Stones or Beatles?

Both.

44. What is the farthest you have been from home?

Kanyakumari. Thats where we welcomed 2010.

45. Do you have a special talent?

No.

Shoot me.

oh wait I can make people cry.

46. Where were you born?

Pataliputra.

47. Whose answers are you looking forward to getting back?

Well, if you Do it, you must let me know :)

48. How did you meet your spouse/significant other?

BLOGGING!

P.S: In case you are still wondering, the title of the blog post has got nothing to do with the post.
I am just bored and am experimenting.

Rajnikant(ism)

2010-12-22T21:45:00.002+05:30

Feminism, racism, sexism your 15 minutes of fame are over. Make way for Rajnikant(ism)?!?

P.S: Rajni 'CHUCK-Norris'-Ass' Kant anyone?

One of those 'Random Confessions'

2010-12-17T19:58:00.001+05:30

For someone who enjoyed writing, I haven't written anything (assignments don’t count) in over a year. A long dead and neglected blog is a testimony to that.

It's not because of some writer's block that stretched well over a year. It's not because I lack the will. ‘I’ve been busy and occupied’ is the excuse I give but everybody knows it’s just that, an excuse. Yes, I am lazy, but that's not 'the' reason. I haven’t been emotionally dead for so long either. I had plethora of emotions pulling me in every direction.

I have been livid with anger on numerous occasions, so livid that I cried violently every time I tried writing about it and I have been happy too, so happy that if a genie materialised in front of me right then I won't have known what more to ask for.

I did feel loved, so loved that I couldn't think of a more lucky person.

I felt humiliated, depressed, trampled, crushed and hopeless for days at a time. On the other hand there were days I felt happy, elated, ecstatic, obsessive and passionate.

There were days when I loved every living being on the planet and then there were days when I despised mankind altogether.

There were days when I believed with every grain of my being that the world loves me and on other occasions I believed that I make no difference to this world what so ever with the same passion.

There were days when I went out and made friends of strangers and then there were other when I severed all ties with the world.

Evidently there wasn't a dearth of things to write about. Every emotion that I felt had one common thread, one thing, the only thing that could ever make me write- Passion.

I had abundant opportunities to tell a story that instead of sharing I chose to strangle and push under the carpet.

Why ?

Well, because as I have been told multiple times I am an IDIOT.

This blog was more than just a blog. It was a promise I made, goals I set, expectations I had from myself. Although I have come a long way since this blog was started, yet, every time I failed to keep those promises, fell short of reaching those goals and meet those obscenely high level of expectations I felt unworthy.

I wanted to write. I wanted it, very badly and so I tried. I tried over and over again and I gave up over and over again. Every time I failed and felt unworthy I marked the occasion by killing a story I could have told.

Now as 2011 inches closer I find myself sitting on a pile of skeletons of stories I killed with what seems like a wasted year, a neglected blog, a confounded mind, two roads diverging in the woods and a scared heart.

P.S: Note to self

Dear scared heart, Please BELIEVE. Just BELIEVE.

Dear Confounded mind, Try harder. You are capable of much more. 'Scared Heart' has a lot of faith in you.

Drugged..

2009-10-11T19:57:00.005+05:30

Mr. Heart is struggling to break out of the rib-cage. He wants to hip-hop on Delhi streets. Mr. Right Foot and Mr. Left Foot are having a hard time staying in one place. All they want is to hop, jump and run simultaneously on the road.

The Lip sisters have been apart for a long time now revealing the tooth family. Ms. Right Eye and Ms. Left eye don’t feel like blinking… the world never looked so fantastic.

The Ear brothers are in love with Ms. Vocal Chords, who is seemingly aware of her secret admirers and haven’t stopped singing since morning. Kind Mr. Lungs is tired, overworked and out of breath! His ‘Café Oxygen’ has been getting too many delivery orders and he is finding it hard to provide oxygen to everyone despite inflating to twice his size.

P.S: My body is under influence of The happiness drug. :-D

A compulsion

2009-10-10T15:43:00.020+05:30

As a student of journalism and a future journalist I would be mirroring the needs, aspirations and plight of the society. However, being driven to college every morning to meet the attendance requirement as a prime motivation makes me feel like a donkey. Led to the desired destination by a hanging carrot, the striking similarity of the situation and makes it highly demeaning. The 75% minimum attendance requirement for 'Journalism Hons.' in Delhi University hangs on our head like a double edged sword. Did the authorities get confused between minimum and maximum? By what standards is 75% minimum?

It's almost like we are sleep walking. We go to college because... uh, to get education. Why? Didn't you get enough education in your 12 years at school? Well, but that's what people do after high school. You need to go to college to get a good job (good job= great money = fabulous life style)and you need attendance, both in tutorials and lectures to take University Examinations and to be eligible for promotion to the next class. All those required classes are just obstacles one has to climb over to get the highly solicited degree.

For most students, college is somewhere between a stepping stone and the first taste of freedom. The reasons for not attending classes can range from, a genuine family emergency, a test in another class, time out for recovering from a bad breakup, an incomplete assignment, a beckoning PlayStation, a sudden urge to play Frisbee or even a hangover from the night before or because of your hatred for the class with every ounce of your being.

Coming back to the issue, is attendance the most convenient thing you can do to succeed? And is the lack of attendance the single easiest thing you can do to fail? Or is attendance just another innovative whip in the hands of faculty to bring wayward students on track? I am not against attending classes or the attendance rules requiring students to attend a particular number of classes. I agree that a certain amount of discipline is required but what's the point of attending lectures of the courses which have only instrumental value? All you need to pass these courses are a couple of reference books and notes which have been and are being passed to us by the seniors year after year like some sacred legacy.

In such a scenario caring about the course content or attending classes where the lecturer will dictate the same notes which he gave last year and last to last year and the year prior to that, well seem like wasted effort. Rather than making a grand show of attending classes of the courses which any student with an average IQ can handle on his or her own wouldn't it be better to attend various seminars, film festivals, workshops etc. instead which would help in the over all personality development of the students and equip them with practical knowledge required to handle real life situations.

Skills like original thinking, problem solving, critical ability, creativity, thinking out of the box, handling people etc and experience can't be taught by a lecturer reading out from his/her notes. What's the point of forcing some rules on students just so that the lecturer has a decent number dozing in his class that he can boast? Laying so much interest on attendance makes the entire system attendance centric rather than education centric thus defeating the entire purpose.

Apart from being shameful, using attendance as a stick to rear students to college manifests the shortsightedness of the authorities. These rules will only ensure physical attendance of students in class while they happily sketch cartoons, make graffiti, exchange texts, read the latest bestseller or chick let or just catch up on sleep… waking up occasionally to pretend to be taking copious notes. Let's face it; students will study when they want to study. If authorities really want the students to attend college, they need to look beyond attendance and should try to give the education system the much needed make over.

P.S: Is anybody listening?

All you need is...

2009-09-12T22:23:00.005+05:30

Love?

Geez, did you buy those rose coloured glasses or did you paint them yourself? Do take them off before you look at the world next time. Anyway...

Every time I smell flowers I invariably find myself looking for the coffin.

People blame my cynicism. I blame experience.

Belief is elusive but doubt is better than cure.

P.S: All you need is 'cynicism'.

Ouch..

2009-08-20T23:37:00.006+05:30

Fact of life: I get bored of people.

Current Realisation: Myself Included. [Ouch!]

P.S: Its been long since I surprised myself.

Bent in smile

2009-08-18T19:51:00.002+05:30

A rosy world;

Rushing blood, playful smiles

A warm protection,

Surrounding you for miles.

Surreal days,

Starry nights

Caressing memories

Cute little fights.

Ignited roads

No darkness, no fear

That elusive feeling

Hell, I’ve been there.

Mere harbingers,

of what lies ahead.

Walk you shall

But you’ll be dead.

Lips bent in smile

those grieves defied.

Shining bright eyes

With tears inside.

... happily ever after.

2009-07-31T22:41:00.007+05:30

I am sure that's what you were hoping for and looking forward to? Or at least wishing for? Right??

That’s the cherished dream, I get it.

Good Morning.

Now wake up and go wash your face.
Done?

Look around, yes go ahead. Does it look like you are in a fairy tale?

Exactly.

Welcome to the real world. Have a pleasant stay.

One Last Time...

2009-07-19T21:34:00.004+05:30

There is always the ‘next time’ after my ‘one last time’. Why can’t my ‘one last time’ remain the last time? I give in and then hate myself for every ‘next time’ that happens after my ‘one last time’.

I am going to have whiskey just ‘one last time’.

I am going to lie to papa just ‘one last time’.

I am going to meet him just ‘one last time’.

I am going to talk to him ‘one last time’.

I am going to be nice to him, just ‘one last time’.

I want to hear his voice so bad, ‘one last time’.

……One last time…

And then invariably there is the ‘next time’ when I give in telling myself again that I am going to do it just ‘one last time’.

I am sick and tired of my weaknesses, addictions and most of all my ‘one last times’. I am running away, because I am weak and because it’s easy. I know it’s not the best thing to do, but I promise I will do it just ‘one last time.’

P.S: In Oscar Wilde's words, "I can resist anything but temptations".

Of Bfs, love and Forever... Part-II

2009-04-07T17:59:00.000+05:30

(This post is a follow-up to 'Of Bfs, Love and Forever-I' which I wrote a while back.)

I am certainly more experienced as I sit to pen down the second part of “Of Bfs, love and forever”. Yes, well experience is the name I like to give to my mistakes, it sounds more cool and optimistic and no, I wasn’t wise enough to learn from others' mistakes that’s why I ended up making my own.

We live in an age when unnecessary things are our only necessities and my fellow mates can tell you in detail how having a boyfriend or a girlfriend is more of a necessity than a mere want. In fact having a boyfriend almost felt like having a baby or a puppy; everyone stopped to coo and talk about it! And now, after having learnt from my mistakes when I go around telling people that I don’t really need a boyfriend, they look horrified, like I was claiming that I don’t really need any clothes!

Have you ever got something new, and then tried resisting yourself from using it? Noticed how tough it is to resist? I too couldn’t resist using my newly acquired wisdom and life experiences, so I donned the jacket (I personally don’t like hats too much) of ‘love guru’ once again.

What came next was another flood of relationship problems, issues, situations and confusions. Armed with my better understanding of relationships and members of not-so-fairer-sex in general… I set forth to help my fellow sisters.

Here are some eye-openers for the benefit of general public:

Case 1: So I really really really love this guy (yes, we girls tend to use a word multiple times, in order to lay emphasis), and I am absolutely crazy about him, but he is not very expressive and stuff... He says "I love too", when I tell him that I love him but sometimes I doubt whether he even loves me or not? And that makes me very insecure. May be its just me, but is there any way by which you can tell whether a guy loves you or not?”

=> **Sure, so when a guy loves a girl, he would ask her to marry him- to change her name, quit her job, have and raise babies, be home when he gets back from work, move where his job is. It makes me wonder what he might ask if he didn’t love her!**

Case 2: Ever since I started dating this guy…. You know? First that, then that, then that and now this… I mean there have been so many turning points in our relationship.

=>** Really? With so many turning points in your relationship, how can you be so sure that you are not going around in circles ?!?!? **

Case 3: He is so blind to my emotional needs, he is never there for me when I need him, I could be crying my eyes out but it’s still hard for him guess that I might be upset… Do guys even have any feelings?

=> ** It would be highly unfair to say that guys don't have feelings. Of course they have feelings, but more like ‘Who cares!’ **

Case 4: I have never been so happy in my life… I am in love and guy I am in love with is totally in love with me. Life seems just so perfect.

=> ** You fight every day, you cry your eyes out every alternate day, spend hours on phone with your best friend telling her about all the billion irritating habits of your guy and all the zillion problems that you are going through in your relationship... but you are happy and life is perfect! Illusion as Oscar Wilde says is first of all pleasures. Enjoy. **

Case 5: When I met so and so, I felt this is what I had been waiting for all my life. He is so sweet, so loving, so caring…. And now that we are together I feel all my prayers have been answered!

=> ** God is smart. When he wants to punish us, he simply answers our prayers. **

P.S: Love is the food for soul; no wonder my soul died of food poisoning.

... ....

2008-11-09T02:37:00.011+05:30

It’s one o’clock in the night. Only sound I can hear is that of my own breathing and that too seems very noisy. I wish I could stop breathing so as to enjoy the absolute silence. The silence is comforting and it feels safe in the dark. I feel safe in the dark. Darkness engulfs all the troubles, pain, misery, death… everything. It’s not that suddenly in the dark these things cease to exist. It’s just that I can’t see them in the absence of light and when I don’t see them I don’t think of them. Everything becomes a blur, like a distant dream… Very far from reality. and that’s why darkness is so soothing, so comforting .

I just want to pull this darkness close to myself and go off to sleep. I don’t want to face the world, it's ugly. I don’t want to see the light, it's blinding. I don’t want to be able to see things as they are, they are appalling. Yes, reality is appalling and I am disgusted.

I don’t want anyone looking for me, calling out my name. People are pathetic.. every single one of them. I don’t want them disturbing the silence, waking me up from my dream. There is just one person I want to be with.. Myself. Solitude is the most faithful companion and the best company.Indeed.

Incidents, Images, Reflections..

2008-09-25T14:20:00.004+05:30

They were sitting on the rocks and she was leaning against his back for support. None of them spoke a word for a long time and yet the silence between them was neither intrusive nor awkward. It seemed as if conversation had invented the silence and she thought this was the best conversation they ever had.

The lull slowly pushed her into the deep memories which are rarely unaccompanied by thoughts. She remembered how different she used to be. How she never felt that she belonged to the world she had inhabited for so long. How sarcastic and cynical she was about everything around her and how she particularly ridiculed, mocked and laughed at the notion of love and yet the supreme paradox was that she herself secretly wanted to fall in love. The truth was that her perception of love was very different from those around her and it was this 'other's' notion that she used to ridicule.

She never felt like a part of the world she lived in. She was always an outsider, a stranger. The way people around her thought and talked of love disgusted her. For her love was an eternal virtue. Behind her cynicism and skepticism was a profoundly disappointed idealist. She assumed that her idea of love was just that, an idea. She thought she was chasing a mirage because 'love' as she believed it to be, as she believed it should be, did not exist. This disappointed her and her disappointment was reflected through her mockery of shallow and superficial idea of love that existed around her.

And then one fine day he walked into her life and changed it forever. Faith, trust, hope, belief and love which were nothing more than deceptive fantasy for her became a reality. From a skeptic she became a believer. The way both of them met could have been pure coincidence or destiny but shortly after meeting him she knew they were meant to be. From the very beginning the connection between them had been conspicuous as day or night itself.

She thought if he was a dream and she was living a fairy-tale because things seemed too perfect to be true. The way she lost sense of time with him was always a mystery to her. She was surprised how every moment spent with him had been etched in her life and had become a treasured memory. Was it normal to get so involved with somebody that you forget everything else, she wondered. But he was not just somebody. He was the one she belonged to. She was his Sonia. And she knew she was in love, finally.

As the sun slowly surrendered the summer sky, he lazily put his arms around her waist, interrupting her thoughts and pulling her back to reality. She looked in his eyes and she felt herself slipping again. She wanted to tell him how she loved him, how much he meant to her and the way he made her feel but she couldn't find words that would do justice to her feelings. While she was still looking in his eyes, quietly, hoping that he understood, he pulled her closer and said, "I love you too sweetheart” and smiled. He bent forward to kiss her and as she pretended to be reluctant to kiss him back she wondered and marveled at how he always knows.

P.S: Even fiction needs REAL inspiration. Mind it.

Of Bfs, Love and ForEver..

2008-03-24T13:36:00.011+05:30

Scene-I
I met an old friend after a very long time. After exchanging the regular pleasantries we got down to the ‘real’ conversation.
That’s when she dropped the bomb. “So, who is the guy?”
"Huh?"
"You didn't tell me, bata naa saali."
I was zapped. Dude what is this girl talking about?
"Saali kutti bhaav kyun kha rahi hai, bata naa?", she coaxed again.
"Abe gadhi par bataun kya?", I mumbled, still trying to figure out the context of her queries.
"Uffo, apne Bf ka naam bata ullu ki doom!"

(Before you get all agitated and judgmental let me clarify, 'Saali' 'Kutti' and other such assorted sobriquet are usually reserved for very special(read close) friends. Hence the pearls like 'Ullu ki doom' actually symbolize our deep friendship and comfort level.)
Now back to the conversation:

"Kya?", I asked still perplexed.
"Ab Kya kya kar rahi hai? Main kya french bol rahi hoon? "
"Kutti french bolne ke liye to abhi chaar hazar saal aur lagenge and I thankfully don't have a goddamn Bf, by the way."
"What? S_T_I_L_L S_I_N_G_L_E ?"
"You got it right. Now believe it or faint"
If her hopes were made of glass you could have heard the shattering sound.
"But you are in college yaar!" , she muttered dismally.
"And is that any problem?"
"Oh, my gawd, D , you are about to get into your second year. I don't see why can't you get into a relationship?", she said, giving me looks usually reserved for animals of endangered species.
"Because unlike you I can't commit to any jackass and then hope to fall in love with him eventually, that's why!"
"Saali stop grinning like an idiot and at least I have a jackass."
"True, and it will take me another 100 years to envy what you've got."
"D, why can't you get practical? You are in college for god's sake. Just say yes.. trust me you will eventually start liking the guy.. love just grows."
"No but, umm, I didn't get the relation between being practical and getting a Bf."
"Kutti tu naa..."
Jesus, not again. I knew where the conversation was ultimately heading. I just grabbed my last chance, "All right, I give up ,S, its my fault really, I had no clue that getting a Bf was prerequisite for getting into a college. But I am ready to make amends, I shall get myself a Bf before I buy my course books for my second year, I promise. Now how about a DARK TEMPTATIONS at Barista?"
"Dude are you a mind-reader?", she did a little jig.

CONCLUSION: Dark Temptations is the ultimate savior and rather tasty too.... irresistibly yummy.

Scene-II
The very next day I bumped into another acquaintance who was apparently D.Y.I.N.G. to talk about her Bf. It just so happened that she had forcibly forged an introduction between her Bf and me the very same week and since then somehow had not got the opportunity to, umm, D.I.S.C.U.S.S 'him' with me.

"Hey, you know we celebrated our 2 year 3 months anniversary yesterday.", she said, evidently getting excited.
"Great. Congrats."
"Do you know what he gave me?"
"No, but you are gonna tell me."
"A bouquet of 27 RED ROSES, one for each month we've been together.That's sooo....."
"Innovative?", I supplied.
"No, romantic! Gosh, D, why do you always have to be sarcastic?"
"Sarcastic? Who me? Ya, I know, no, no, I mean , umm, he really loves you. " *PHEW*
"You think so? Really? Let me show you his messages.", she said, jumping.
She began without any warning, "Wait let me read it out for you."

1.' I love you my love '
2.'I may not be perfect, but my love for you is purrrfect!'
3. ' Baby I love you soooo much.. missing you already babes. '
4.'... love..............................................'

zzzzzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZ................. ZZZZ..... ZZZZZZZ ... zzzzzzzzzz
ZZZ...zzz

..............ZZZZZ... zzzzz
"Yaar, D, tu so gayi kya? Ye waala sun."
"N, tu mujhe apne personal messages kyun padha .. I mean suna rahi hai?" Lord please don't do this to me. Have mercy, I am too young to die, please..

104. ' Baby I love you three much.. muah , this os for ur cheeks.. muah .. for your nose... muah.. :)'
ZZZZZZ..... ZZzzzzz............................................

..........................................................zzzzzzzzzzzzzz.............ZZZZZZZZZZZZ
124. ' Gud nite my love ...muah..'
125. ' I am missing u.. muah!!'

"Isn't HE sweet, D?"
"Well, if he is simply texting all those 'muah' I think he is rather lazy!"
"What did you say?", she asked perplexed.
"Nothing of consequence, nevermind."
"And did you read the message he sent me on our anniversary?"

There are always first times in life. That day for the first time in my life I really, truly envied the DEAF!!

"Achha D, read this."
**' I will Love you forever.. :) '**
"Now, tell me what do you think of HIM and I want you to be BRUTALLY HONEST."

My prudence and experience warned me, this is a trap. It has to be, when ever people ask you for your BRUTAL HONEST opinion, they don't really want you to be BRUTALLY honest, they just, umm, want you to tell them the truth in a sensitive, sugar coated, diplomatic, L.Y.I.N.G. kind of way.

"Your Bf, huh? Dude, the guy is a pain in the backside. How did you bear him for 2 years when I couldn't stand him for two hours! This moron doesn't even have a vocabulary beyond I LOVE YOU. What do you do when you guys meet.. have a I LOVE U saying competition or something? You say you miss him when he is not there, haven't you missed his mind even once in 2 years? This intellectually sterile bimbo is a burden on mother earth! You are bowled because he said he will LOVE you F.O.R..E.V.E.R. Bleeding Christ, did you even bother asking him what does FOREVER means to him, 2 years 3 months and 5 days or 3 years? Forever is possibly the most ambiguous word after love because it means different things to different people. It would have been safer had he said he would love you untill next year. And as for love, sweety we'll talk about it once you figure out how many days makes your Bf's FOREVER."

As much as I was D.Y.I.N.G to say this, I didn't . Instead I said:

"Oh, your Bf, he's a very nice guy and rather hot. You're a very lucky girl because he really loves you and most importantly you two make a perfect couple. "
(Ah, well what were you thinking?? I am not HarishChandra or something, besides this is what she wanted to hear and at times I do give surprising people a skip.. so)

"Really? You think so?" , she asked smiling.
"Of course sweety, I wouldn't be saying it if I didn't."
"Hey, thanks, waise you know what my Bf has really interesting friends."
"I am sure he does."
"No, I mean if you like my Bf, you are gonna love his friends."

CONCLUSION: Diplomacy and being nice has its own side-effects. :\

P.S: My Peer-Pressure barometer is showing crazy figures.

Fully Faltoo

2008-02-28T15:01:00.003+05:30

This is one of 'those' days, when I am in one of 'those' moods when I rarely make sense. I do get insane once in a while when my mind does a flip flop and I go over the top. I am not usually this drunk.. I mean I am pretty sober most of the times (Guys get a grip.. u don’t have to blow off ur heads laughing) but sometimes being all nice and normal just gets the better of me besides being nice ..goody goody.. normal can be Sooo BORING..

I guess I am loosing the thread.... going off tangent........ Hang on I didn't even have a thread in mind!
Well O.K Let me confess.. I was just feeling sadistic and thought of torturing people with some random atrocious writing, how’s that?

Apart from this sudden fit of insanity I am also a little confused. I don't know for some weird reason.. form past few months I feel a sense of emptiness engulfing my life.. Its like there's some vacuum that i need to fill... but I am totally lost on wat do i fill it with. I have been missing something so terribly.. but the problem is I cant even figure out what am I missing. At times I feel an icy cold grip squeezing my heart and draining all its warmth.. I really want to break free from that grip but at that time I become so numb and helpless. I feel so lonely even in the crowd.. or when I am with friends.. its as if I have lost some connection, i know i need to reconnect but I am clueless about 'HOW' ?
I know there is something that I need.. that will set everything right I just hope I can figure out what is it before i lose myself.

Virginity; The Big Deal.

2008-01-28T16:24:00.000+05:30

“She was an ordinary Allah fearing girl, her tiny but exuberant heart filled with many dreams and hopes for future. She did not even as much as look at other men. She wanted to ‘save’ herself for marriage. She had always been told that ‘good’ girls didn’t do ‘things’ before marriage. ‘Good’ girls didn’t wear a certain kind of clothes because men will be men and girls must understand and only ‘good’ girls went to jannat after death. Allah didn’t forgive ‘bad’ girls. There was no redemption for ‘bad’ girls. So she behaved like a ‘Good’ girl and wore clothes that wouldn’t give away her slender figure. She didn’t look at other men. She asked Allah for forgiveness whenever her thoughts wandered into the forbidden territory and reminded herself that she must always be a ‘good’ girl. She tried to keep her Allah happy. She had full faith in her Allah. She knew she would go to jannat. Her Allah will reward her for being ‘good’.
She got married to a very ‘good’ man. Her friends told her she was very lucky. She knew Allah was rewarding her for being a ‘good’ girl. She was very happy. She was beginning to live her dream with a ‘good’ man.
It was her first night. This night would change her life. Make her complete. She was nervous. Very nervous. She didn’t know anything. But she knew her Allah is with her, after all she had always been good. And she knew her husband was a ‘good’ man.
That night did change her life… and shattered her Dreams… forever! She was stamped characterless, her husband disowned her, she was subjected to the worst humiliation and treated like some filthy insect because she did not bleed enough!”

This is a true story of an Iranian woman who was forced to lead her life in dejection, shunned by society and her own family for being 'good' and because her husband suspected that she was not a virgin on her first night. What kind of world are we living in where the character of a woman resides in her vagina and is measured by how much she bleeds on her first night? In times when we are talking of woman empowerment and liberty, virginity is the yard stick we use to evaluate the purity of her character! Why is it that even as we talk of gender equality males expect their wives to be a virgin? And why is it that we women are expected to guard our virginity as some precious gift that we must offer to our husband on the first wedding night? Why is it that we women can’t ask our partners whether or not are they virgin themselves? Is demanding just a male prerogative?

Virginity has been deemed overrated since very long. In fact the terminologies that society has attributed to virginity is flawed and adds to the guilt feeling. We talk about losing virginity or giving it away. I don’t think a person has lost or given anything away or is different or less in any way if s/he is not a virgin!

The whole narrow definition of virginity is in desperate need of amend. In the strictest term; you are a virgin until you've had sexual intercourse with the member of the opposite sex. But this definition itself acts as a loop hole as it lets you get away with having a lot of different kinds of sex and still being able to call yourself a virgin. Technically, considering the traditional definition of virginity, someone who is homosexual can have sex every day and still be a virgin. Someone who has oral sex regularly too is a virgin. Does that really make sense??

I refuse to buy this redundant idea that is so biased and binding upon the women and covers up for men by stating that MEN WILL BE MEN. If being good means I'll have to curtail my freedom, I refuse to be 'good'. If society terms girls who life life on their own terms as 'bad' I chose to be labelled 'bad'. I refuse to 'save' myself for marriage. If I happen to remain virgin till I marry that will be because I choose to be one and not because I am obliged to make a gift of it to my husband.

Unusual music... some interesting sentiments... a curious feeling in the pit of my stomach. Brings to mind a Quote..
"Virginity can be lost by a thought."

P.S: Words of wisdom: "Nobody dies a virgin death, Life f**ks all!"

Tryst with Versatility .

2008-01-23T13:55:00.000+05:30

"Two roads diverged in a wood,
I took the one less traveled by…
And that has made all the difference!"

A well paying secure job, a decent house and a family, this is all that most people aspire in life. But what would you call a man who gave up these very things and went on to become a street artist and chose a life of uncertainty ? Eccentric?
May be it does take an element of eccentricity to leave the trodden path and wander in uncertain terrain, not just to say that I’ll live life on my own terms but to go out and do it, not just to dare to dream but to chase those dreams and live it!

Piet Bel is one of those few who are living their dream. Sauntering at Connaught Place I spotted a middle aged foreigner making live sketch of a lady. More than his artistic ability what caught my attention was the glint of passion in his eyes! Something about him made me stop and take notice. There are times when one meets the most unexpected people at most unexpected place and in the least expected manner! I stood there in silence observing him finish his sketch with utmost devotion. It was for the first time I had actually experienced how does it feel to love one’s work!

Piet told me that he was well versed in six languages .By profession he was a teacher, a translator, a linguist, an artist, a musician, a traveler and an author! Phew!
‘Versatile’ would be an understatement for such a person! And incase you are wondering, Jack of all trade- you are wrong; he was the master of all!
Piet had been traveling all over the world for last 22 years and already had two published travelogues to his credit. He first came to India in 1997 and since then he has kept coming back. On being asked what intrigued him most about the country, he promptly replied “Why it’s diversity of course!” and then added “ Varanasi ” as an after thought. “I couldn’t stop my amazement at realizing the contrast of Glen Affric in Scottish Highlands and this Indian Varanasi. No other place has made such an impression on me. While floating on the majestic and inspiring Ganges I was happy to be!” ,he said. His love affair with India incidently started with Varanasi.

At 48 Piet is more in love with life than any teenager and his contentment shone bright in his eyes. I asked him about the books he had written and he said he had just finished one called ‘HANNAH’ which is lifestory of a girl and with a child like delight added that the closing chapter is based in India. The book has not been published yet. I couldn’t keep myself from asking why he chose India as the backdrop for the closing chapter. He immediately got up, opened his bag and took out a white book. “I happen to have an unpublished copy of my work, why don’t you read it and find out for your self?” ,he said handing me his book! I turned the first page and there it was, in a tiny hand
‘For Devashni, Journalists are the objective and critical eye of society: don’t forget!’ signed Pier bel.
I could feel the bubble of happiness inflating within me. “May I ask just one more thing?” ,I asked my voice almost shaking with excitement. “Go ahead, shoot” ,he said with a smile. “What is it that you wish from life?” “I would like to be somewhere. Be somewhere without wishing any thing else. Be somewhere because I want to be there, not imagining, not knowing there might be other places one could go, not waiting for death as if I was retired or tired of life or waiting for something to happen but to be able to see the trees and look at skies and be able to hear my heart!” , he concluded dreamily.

P.S: We were actually given an assignment to go to C.P and interview any "interesting" person we can find and report it...
* First target was the CD guyz at Palika.. and tht turned out to be a hilarious and "ENRICHING" experience!
* I zeroed on beggers as second target... but that didn't work either and shruti ended up giving her lunch (Chicken roll) to them.
* Then We just bumped into PIET BEL ...and ended up talking to him for over 2hours... and finally i did get an "interesting" interview and the draft of his not yet published book... so nice of Piet!
* Yesterday I was up all nite trying to write this report but I cudnt get a sentence and today morning I had this entire thing typed in less than an hour sitting in college... Conclusion: I perform best in Pressure cooker conditions!! hehe

I M Lovin it!!

"18 till I die !!"

2008-01-18T15:03:00.003+05:30

Immortal words by a mortal star, ‘18 till I die'. Personally I have my own views about immortality. For instance, I would rather achieve immortality by simply not dying than through my work but then that’s besides the point here. So I’ll try to stay put and not go off tangent!I had for long been laboring under the illusion that my life would take a dramatic turn once I turn 18 and now precisely five days after attaining that coveted 2 digit figure, the state of affairs remain a paradoxical abyss.

The Indian law considers people above 18 years of age as ‘adults’ and thus one is conferred with several rights at that age. But come to think of it the very foundations of Indian laws are contradicting. The ambiguity starts from the very word ‘adult’. When does a person cease to be a child? At 18, when a girl can marry; 16, when she can give consent for sex; or 14, when a person can work in hazardous jobs?But then I don’t intend to analyze the contradicting laws or their implementation or rather the lack of it!
Coming back to my newly acquired legal rights;

1. A person is legally allowed to drive at 18.
Yes, our law makers feel that a person is capable enough to handle a car at that age.(I read somewhere that sex is like driving, so in case you can’t wait to drive till you are 18 you can still legally experiment with some sex after 16 to get a fair idea)Well my even though my parents second the law makers' point of view and feel that 18 is the right age to get a Driver’s license, the appropriate age when their daughter should get the car remains debatable.

2. It’s illegal to sell tobacco products to people under 18.
So now that I am 18 I can walk up to any paan waala and demand for my pack of cigarettes with a new instilled confidence.That I consider smoking obnoxious, inconsiderate and plain yucky is a different matter altogether.The fact that now I can lawfully buy tobacco is enough to make me feel empowered, indeed!

3. 18 is the minimum age for a girl to get married.
It's true! I can get married to any gentleman I please, who is of course above 21years (That's the age the not-so-fairer sex is expected to grow up). So the policy makers think at 18 a person is old enough to get married, start a family and have babies ... though they also feel that the person needs a lot more growing up before s/he can handle his/her drinks (Legal drinking age being 25).Therefore, even though I can get married at 18, I can't celebrate my marriage with a drink!

4. 18 is the minimum age for voting.
Yippee! I will from now onwards have a say in the governance of the country. So what if my 'one' vote is simply a drop in the ocean? The voting rights give me the mental satisfaction and the much needed reassurance that I am finally and legally an adult.

Though by the standards of the Indian government I am an adult, my parents bluntly refuse to even acknowledge the fact! So, even after turning 18...
* I continue to travel by blue lines and autos (on more fateful days).
* I continue to drink milk with two tbs BOURNVITA!! (It’s tasty and healthy)
* I continue to struggle to get back home before sunset.
* I continue to eat out of my mummy's hands! (The experience is almost heavenly)
Would I still Love to be '18 till I die’? Umm.. I would have said yes without a thought had it not been for the "LEGAL DRINKING AGE"

For a reason, season or a lifetime...

2007-12-21T02:21:00.000+05:30

Long time back I read somewhere, that people come into your life for either a reason, a season or a lifetime. Honestly it didn't make much sense initially... just another quote I thought that sounds nice, but for past few days I have been pondering a lot about it... may be my subconscious mind could sense my present condition in life and thus surfaced that thought ... or may it happened just because I had nothing better to occupy myself with or may be both, none the less I remembered this line and have been trying to touch its depths ... and whats more I found myself in full agreement!

I thought it was quite a bizarre idea to begin with... I mean one meets so many different people each day so can just three rationale justify why they come into our lives... well, surprisingly enough,Yes..they can! These three underlying principles explains everything and not just that it even takes the blame from you and gives you the reason to exonerate yourself for losing that Special Someone!

Let me make myself more apparent as the nose on your face... haha ... jokes apart!

People come into your life for a REASON... yes that's right! After all there is a reason for every thing in life and some people come into your life JUST for a reason... They are more often than not, part of a larger plan and come into your life for a purpose and once the purpose is over they sail away as smoothly as they came. The purpose could be anything ... to teach you some important lesson in life, to help you realise your true destiny or even to just help you out of a sticky situation and once that purpose has been accomplished they go! They leave you or pick up a fight on some petty issues and part ways or just drift away not because you were at fault but simply because that's how it was meant to be!

People come into your life for a SEASON... ahan you got that right! Some people are like those beautiful daffodils... they bring sunshine, delight and fragrance and rejuvenate your soul but they remain only for a short season.... While they are there they fill your life with happiness and make it warm and beautiful... to say the least they make you want to celebrate life and fall in love with it all over again! But like all good things... they remain only for a short while and depart as soon as the spring comes to an end! But they leave you with wonderful memories to withstand the winter...!!

And then there are some who come into your life for a LIFETIME...!!
I have added a few to this list and hope to add many more... they are the ones who make my life worth all the trouble and endeavour ! I wouldn't give them up for the world but I would give up the world for them, without any second thoughts!
Today I thank YOU from the depths of my heart for giving me those cherished memories and being a part of my life... whether for a reason , season or a lifetime ...!

For YOU a thousand times over...

21/12/07

Down the memory lane with my Favourite "QUOTES"

2007-12-18T09:25:00.000+05:30

Ritu Mehta: "Call UR Parents...!!"

T.R Singh: "Parents are most gullible... Prove It PLEASE..!!"

Siddheshwar Pandey: "Somebody CAN BE ABLE to give me RAID PAIN...??"

THE B.K Pandey: "In the next class we will do BABE MOTION..!!"
Class: "Sir lets start THE BABE MOTION today ...Pls"

Radhika: "But how will I stay without water... And how Can I drink College Water...??... I alredy have sooo many stomach prblms....I get up at 6am to take my medicines........lala lala blah blah..."
D: "Ma'am herez ur bottle.."
Radhika: "Aare... HOW can I take the white one... I WANT MY BLUE BOTTLE....!!"

Nidhi: "Dont u ReMA'AMber the answer...?? TOO GOOD..!!"

dnt remembr who this was "MA'AM aaj aap bahot gile gile lag rahe ho... lagta hai...aaj aap naha ke aaye ho...!!"

Anubha: "Whats this... nobody knows the answer...?? Is this some sort of IDENTITY CRISIS happenin here..???"

THE B.K Pandey: "Give me ATTENDENCE...... THE Saurabh....THE Nakul......"

Anubha: "ESSENTIALLY we all are kliving in a very different PARADIGM today..!"

THE B.K Pandey: "Newton Discovered ALAH...."
**HE MEANT "A LAW... "but his lovely Accent came in the way**

ANKITA: "But ma'am we weren't bunking.."
Ritu Mehta: "Can U define bunking for me..??"
**hey anky remembr the day..??...half my ribs broke 4m tryin not to laugh...gawd...**

Ritu Mehta: "What do think r u doing..all this xtra curriculars is gonna get get u no where....have u seen ur attendence... and ur internals... THIS WAS EXPECTED OUT OF U.."
D:"I M GLAD I DIDNT DISSAPOINT U MA'AM"
**tht was the founding stone of our mutual hatered...way back in beginning of 11th.....**

Devi: "Sweety life is all abt adjustin with newer MORONS.."

R.S : "Ah... didnt I tell u ..its all in the mind...!!"

Mrinal: "Aasmaan mein ude kabutar.... Flatter Flatter Flatter Flatter Flatter........"

Rudra: "you always end up gettin on several boats... all with different sized holes dnt u ???"
D: "yeah, guess so... and then die struggeling tryin to stay afloat...hehe"

R.S :"No ..but tell me how do u feel abt it....naa..!!"

Kalsi: " Crushes crush u..!!"

Rudra: "Go on ..chase ur dreams... as long as u can run...!!"

D: "I didn't know any short notes so wrote a 3 page thing on Sting...hope examiner appreciates my intelligence n give some marks......"
Praniti : "He will ... if the examiner is DRUNK..!!"
D: "Well even if he isnt....he'll get on a high after readin my answersheet...!!"
Praniti: "High enough to pull her/his hair out n dance arnd like a baldie ....??"

Wishful Thinking you say..eh??

2007-12-05T22:00:00.001+05:30

Take me down to the paradise city...
Where the grass is green and the guys are witty....

P.S. my version of "Paradise City" by Guns & Roses..!!hehe.. :)

Jab we Met !!

2007-11-18T21:33:00.004+05:30

Blue line, the killer bus has almost been woven into my daily routine now; so much so that I can’t imagine a day without them. Some of the higher and cynical mortals often tell me me, "These blue lines are very unsafe, aren’t you scared of these killer buses?" All I have to tell them is that you are perfectly ‘safe’ as long as you are sitting _in the bus, outside; ‘God save you’. Besides it saves me from the hassle of haggling with the impertinent auto waalas, apart from giving me something to crib and rant about on my blog. Yeah, a blue line ride can be quite happening.

After Madam X; here’s another colour added to my rainbow of ‘Blue line experiences’.

That day was like any other day in Delhi. I had my morning glass of milk, walked to bus stop, saw someone trying to spit his innards out and turned my head in the opposite direction only to see this uncle peeing in a comfortable corner, was whistled at. You get the idea, it was like another day in Delhi.
I was returning back home on a blue line which, was packed to its full capacity as usual (I strongly recommend that all our ministers should be made to travel on blue lines, trust me they will take ‘population control’ much more seriously after that).

Anyway, so there I was in the bus, when ultimately my stop came. Now for the ignorant or rather more privileged ones, let me tell you getting out of a blue line is no mean feat. You have to hold your bag and your breath and literally push + kick your way out! Why does one have to hold their breath you may ask; because my dear friend, the junta on the bus strongly believes that nothing can beat the natural body smell and putting a deo is way below their dignity. So unless you intend to faint, you must hold your breath!

Yes, so as I was pushing + kicking my way out, my bag got stuck somewhere and I couldn’t move. I tried pulling it but in vain, I turned back only to find to my horror that the strap of my bag has got stuck in some fancy neck chain of a guy ! I looked up to get a better look at him and found him grinning from ear to ear in pure bliss. He strongly reminded me of one of those chimpanzee on Animal Planet, the likeness was striking. But come to think of it chimpanzees are cute!
He was all 5feet, dark…was wearing those typical black leather jackets and blue low waist jeans with ‘I ROCK’ written in red sequin, some fancy belt with skulls on it and black sunglasses at six o'clock in the evening(Yeah, well I am a good observer). In short he was short, dark and ugly! No matter how atrocious he might seem to the outer world, he himself was happily swinging in the comforting breeze of self-delusion (ignorance is bliss). So there he was standing in all his glory, totally helpless in removing that idiotic grin plastered on his face. I was disgusted, he was amazed; I was struggling to free my bag, he was pretending to struggle to free my bag; and the uncle jiz around were enjoying.

By the time I freed my bag and this scene straight out of some cheap ‘C’ Grade romance flick got over bus had already left my stop. So as the fate would have it again, from there I had to walk about 2 km to my home.

P.S: :-/

Hmmmm.....

2007-11-09T13:29:00.000+05:30

Well there are some who won't care, no matter what you do... and then there are some who can't stop caring, no matter what you do... so guess I just hold on to the latter... and let go of the former... No hard feelings guys... I love you all.. but not more than myself...!!!

so herez wishing everyone a happy, joyous and funfilled diwali...!!! Enjoy....

P.S. On going through this post ... I realised that I've been beating around the bush... but watever... .... ... I like taking liberties once in a while..!!! :)

Yours truly,
(the eternal optimist..!!)

I am suffocated...

2007-11-07T20:01:00.002+05:30

Be it my breakfast eggs or my life, i always like the sunny side up...but you don't always get what you want...do you?? I didn't always get what I want from life...and I didn't get what I asked from my so called friends either, just a bit of straight forwadness, honesty and mutual trust would have made things so much easier..!!
But its usually the simple things that people take so much time to understand...
Wonder whats the need to pretend...that u care...what was the need to tell me that you'll always be there....lies ...lies..and more lies....diplomacy...and that fake plastic smile...agrh...i m disgusted...!!

If u have a problem...tell me on my face dammit, i won't dream that you've got a hitch ...why play such dirty games....either play fair or quit playing... Besides my sentiments and emotions aren't meant for playing...

God...this can't be me..... but I am so sick and tired...

may be i have boarded the wrong 'ship'... . thats bound to sink ... may be it was I who never saw the hole .... I who didn't repair it in time ... but wasn't it also a job of fellow passengers to mend the hole ... couldn't they even tell me....

Rendezvous with Madam X's eccentricities

2007-11-05T22:15:00.002+05:30

As if that crazy test wasn’t enough, after class Madam X expressed her desire to go home with me. I was simply too shocked and confused to reply to her sudden offer and the true blue optimist that she is, she took my lack of reply as a whole hearted acceptance! Not seeing any escape route I went with her till bus stop, limping, panting and carrying her ultra heavy 'small step' bags.

I waited for an auto for what seemed like eternity, meanwhile Ms. X danced on the road in her trademark style. To say the least, Madam X is a walking talking monument; she never ceases to be the focus of attention. Though attention that she attracts need not necessarily be positive, in media we say any attention is good attention. I tried to avoid the reflected attention I was getting by pretending not to know her. I wondered how being a communication teacher herself, she could not read the obvious non-verbal signs I was giving.

Ultimately by gods grace the bus came (yeah, we couldn't get an auto, thanks to the good 10 minutes lecture she gave to three auto waal's on politeness, work ethics and what not!!!) I forced Madam X + my self + her classic jholas in the over crowded bus and thanked my stars that at least I wasn’t alone with her.

Of course in the mean time Madam X being in her element continued with her perennial bharat natyam in the crowded bus (this is no exaggeration, rather it can't get more literal than this!!) . I was thinking that nothing worse could happen to me now, though I realised in time that I was being optimistic to the point of foolishness, because then.......just then........in the half way...when I thought my troubles are over ........a lightening realization struck Madam X, she had nirvana...... she realized..........that…….... that she HAS FORGOTTEN TO LOCK THE MEDIA LIBRARY (:O !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Bas phir kaya tha.....driver ko bol kar bus rukwaye........khud to niche kud gayi......par mujhe post-man bana diya..... she left....her 10kg ka khana + papers + other junk........with me.....and. asked me to drop them at her place............ and .....before she got down....she wanted her water bottle (what if i feel thirsty? How will I have college water? God..I'll die...!!) and so she did her authentic Madam X style search to find that particular “blue” water bottle ...she didn’t want the white one I gave her (god knows why..???). I was awestruck, trust me the Indian Anti-terrorism Cell should take a lesson or two from her in 'the art of searching' !!

Then as the fate would have it, I walked for about an hour carrying her junk...searching her makaan..........and ........“hai meri kamar.......ui maa........!!!”

That Perfect Stranger

2007-11-04T02:09:00.001+05:30

Well we all have our moments in life... Moments that come like a powerful wave...and sweep us along... We can't help but flow with them.... It's these moments that break the monotony of life and make it worth living...!!
This one is for that perfect stranger who made me smile, for all my friends and all others who are forever looking for happiness...without realising...that it's just next to them..!!!
That Perfect Stranger...
At some random place,
just another guy.
Yet, looking in his eyes
I thought otherwise
Yes, it's true...
He was a perfect stranger to me,
I didn't know him, nor did he!

The time froze
and so did I,
Felt i knew him already
Don't know why..?
Still I stood,
Melting under his glance,
But I knew life would
never give us another chance
Yes, it's true
He was a perfect stranger to me,
I didn't know him, nor did he!

At that instant,
There wasn't a thing that mattered,
It was as if,
the world had ceased to exist,
All I cared ...
was the mystical
Moment that we shared...
Yes, it's true...
He was a perfect stranger to me,
I didn't know him, nor did he!

Yet, that moment
is very special to me
Buried in my heart
as a cherished memory...
Yes, it's true..
He was a perfect stranger to me,
I didn't know him, nor did he!