After a long time

The time is 01:23 AM now, after a failed attempt to connect to the internet I finally decided to write down what comes to my mind. I believe my decision to buy this new laptop will help me develop my writing skills if any. I should keep on writing. The one thing that I thought was I should jot down all that is going in my stupid boring life. I am sick of this job; I don’t feel like working anymore, my mind never stops thinking. Even if I am sleeping I have this weird buzz humming inside of me somewhere. I question Google, is this symptom of madness. But guess Google does not understand my question and it can never answer in a close ended manner of a simple “yes” or “no”.


What do I want from life is yet again a question that’s unanswered. Consider this my stupidity for I don’t bother to find an answer to it even. Ah! Crap.

I don’t feel like writing anymore. I can’t concentrate if you can see.

Once there was a guy who had a stick in his ass. He acted weird all the time and his face had look as if he is trying to pull out that stick. Anyways that guy died of ass attack few days back. Yes it’s a true story. He was crossing the road and suddenly he had the urge to scratch his ass. As his hands were full he sat on the road and started rubbing his stick-full ass. He was deeply involved in it and did not give heed to the honks of the upcoming big mouth elephant size trailer. You can guess the rest.

Anyways my point is I feel like I will end up like him some day if I surely don’t change my track. I need to do something solid. Challenging!

See you next time… hey! My internet is back… I will post it right away.

The Wait

Dimesion of Love

Finding ones lost love is practically possible if you have a director like Imtiyaz Ali (LAK) or Kunal Kohli (Hum Tum). However we don’t have that privilege where we can play God to our life. By the way God is there, just to make the edges smooth when it becomes unduly rough for us. Moreover God in his grand scheme of things just ignores most of the love stories going down on earth, for; every second story has a resentful ending to it. Now God is not there to change it, he just makes it easier for the parties involved to sustain the aftermath. (Statistics: Chitragupt Diaries –Just Kidding)

When I was in school, a mention of me flirting with girls in future was treated with raised eyebrows and “Mein teri Mummy ko Bol dunga” attitude by my friends. Now we talk “Yaar kitni Patayi”. It makes me wonder how our own world changes and we don’t realize the change unless we ponder on it or in my case when I blog. The day I first laid my eyes on “A###” in the first year of my college, I decided she is my first and last love, though I didn’t take an oath like Saif in LAK, even then I was not sure. However, I graduated from my college neither with my first nor with my last love on my credit. I didn’t even score a respectful mark sheet. This made me think… “I should have had at least one girlfriend for the sake of it.”

But when the season for blooming descended in my life I didn’t felt the need of any Imtiyaz Ali or Kunal Kohli. I could easily do it myself that too with utmost elegance I can think of. Now I am in a situation wherein I feel I should abstain from falling in love again. I mean falling in love three times – isn’t it enough! I know when My Gal will read through the next few lines; the repercussions will be high voltage. Anyways taking the plunge – I have a social responsibility to make the world a better place.

I feel love is just a need, an utmost necessity a human can perceive when he is weak at his brain and heart at the same time.

Also implies, love is just another ‘desire’ wrapped in ‘need’ which when fulfilled from a ‘source’, tends to move on to the next level wherein the same ‘desire’ or ‘need’ is sought to be fulfilled by the new ‘source’.

The Need based dimension of Love is what I will call the above which has been derived upon by real life experiences unlike LAK or Hum Tum or infact DDLJ. The stuff that is shown in these movies is not possible. Anyone would like to differ? – You have the comment section make use of it.

But, at a place where the real world scenario does not exist, I myself feel that Love has a unique dimension which cannot be put into words, but just felt by the funny sensation that you have in your stomach when your heart stops beating as you look into the eyes of your love.

By the way my favorite movie is DDLJ.

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