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Tuesday, November 4, 2014

Loved... finally

They sat inches apart from each other, on the same bench overlooking the riverfront where they met for the first time. On the tepid summer evening, they sat in silence; no one spoke a word in minutes.

They didn’t have to.

Both knew they had something more between them than they admitted. He knew from his past that it wasn’t anything new and anything that hadn’t faded away before.

”What’s to say it won’t now?” his thoughts screamed as they looked into each other's eyes for the first time in the evening. Time stopped, heartbeats raced.

“I don’t want to lose this”, Stephanie’s vulnerable eyes were too honest to be needed figuring out.

“You make me happy & hopeful. But can I trust this?” responded the tired and unsure eyes of Rodney’s.

Stef made the first move, she knew she had to. She remembers Rod saying her how he is tired of pursuing someone and wants to be pursued instead; in one of their “meetings”. They never called it a date. “We are friends”, they lied to their hearts and to each other.

No more lying.”  Stef made up her mind.

Taking Rodney’s hand she held it, not speaking a word. She knows Rodney’s lovesick heart had yearned years for the feeling. She knew it when she felt him holding hers back with his full manly force.

“Ouch! Rod…” was the first real expression of feeling that came out in that evening.  Realising she scared her love she quickly took charge again. “Geez I am not going anywhere now”, her shy words were an example of her quick wit that always made Rod drool about her.

There was a pause. “That’s it, I’m going in”, Stef’s heart pushed her brain aside.

“Rodney, I love you. I have been for quite some time now. And I need you to know it”

Those words were enough to burn down Rod’s manly defences and years of pain and loneliness shed down in form of a single tear. “I am loved too” Rodney’s senses melted upon hearing his Stef speak.

Stef was quick to move her hands across his face. Her eyes shining themselves.

It took a while, but Rod knew what he had to say

“Stephanie, I love you too. I was waiting for you to say it all this time” was his honest and innocent response

A nervous Rod kissed her forehead, and turned back to watch the river flow in silence.

This time, Stef held his arm. Rod's heartbeat raced, he was finally held.

And Rod could finally rest his head on the shoulders of someone who loves him.

"No more running"

“It’s a wonderful world… what a wonderful world”

Dedicated to Rodney and Stephanie. Your love gives us hope.

Sunday, March 30, 2014


“Life’s hard”
”Life doesn’t excuse”
”Life is a struggle”
”Believe, strive”
”Never give up”


We’ve heard all the theories, all philosophies. Most of us have been through books urging us to go on, in the face of all adversities. Paulo Coelho says us to desire something so that the universe can conspire us to get it.

Call me cynical, I don’t believe it to always work. The World works in ways too mysterious for us to write off in just a feel-good sentence.

We hope, we persevere, we struggle to achieve something we always  thought we deserved. We fight to win a battle, to win a argument, to win someone’s heart. We don’t always succeed. Yet something, a voice, mysterious, whispers inside us to go on. And we keep going on.

But how long is more than enough? How much effort is more than required? How much is too much?

There are times when you give your everything. When you are so done that the result of your efforts can't even compensate your exhaustion, be it negative. You give so much to something, and you are so tired of giving, you just have to let go. Ease away gracefully before it squeezes your soul, your beliefs, makes you gasp for breath.

Sometimes you have let someone else win the argument, you have to let someone win a ego-battle, you have to stop convincing someone to give their heart. You need to let go. You need to take your closure.

You should acknowledge yourself that you have proven everything you have to prove to yourself and to your God. You're a hero even if you lose. And if you feel that things can't go any worse now, you're right, because things will only get better from now on.

Say yourself, "Well done! I am proud of you. I am proud to be you" and move on. You deserve a closure.

Live long, let go, and prosper. The world is beautiful even for the people who have tried and lost.

P. S. – Dedicated to those who find it tough to let go. May God bless your souls

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Musings on a rain-washed summer day



While the mind was praying the Heavens to wither this Sunny might,
Drops of rain on the window ambushed it's dreamy sight.

Washed was the Earth & the air in its rainy path,
Gusty cold winds subdued the cursed summer's wrath.

Gazing at the quenched soil, the soul pleaded it's bruised heart,
To cleanse it's pain – to let those restrained rains of tears depart.

Flood of tears thus blinded that blessed rainy sight,
While the mind thanked the Heavens for withering this Sunny might...

Sunday, August 12, 2012

A broken soul’s call to the Grim Reaper




Oh Grim Reaper, thou I call upon today shattered,
Near you I confess with my complete sane.
The World has left no meaning for this soul battered,
It has only given this man an endless surge of pain.

A lifetime of selflessness now pays its painful price,
Good never happens to good people, its just white lies
Life for this frail human is an unending fruitless strife
In death lies the peace this tired flesh now desires

Saturday, May 5, 2012

“What’s with the introverts?”– What are we and why the World needs us

“There's zero correlation between being the best talker and having the best ideas.”Susan Cain

“Telling an introvert to go to a party is like telling a saint to go to Hell.” – Criss Jami

“In an extroverted society, the difference between an introvert and an extrovert is that an introvert is often unconsciously deemed guilty until proven innocent.” ― Criss Jami, Venus in Arms

Our lives are shaped as profoundly by personality as by gender or race. And the single most important aspect of personality – the “north and south of temperament“, as the scientist JD Higley puts it – is where we fall on the introvert-extrovert spectrum.

All my life, I have been the guy who preferred to stay home and read books or watch romantic comedies and the Discover Channel rather than go out to play or as we grow older, meet new people out on dates and social gatherings. It felt nice to build barriers around me, made me feel secure, as if I was in my own small Fort Knox. Solitude was an seductive idea to me and I liked being in my own World. At times I used to wonder if the World suffering from an OCD of making labels have any for my way of life? Unfortunately (or fortunately) it did.

I am an Introvert.

Friday, February 10, 2012

Oh Heart….


Oh Heart, why are you filled with tears?
Why are your beat sounds appalled with fears?
Is it because you’re feeling pain in love?
Do you feel your love needs more blessings from Above?

Oh Heart, why are you crying out loud?
Like a thunderstorm, your sulking moans sound,
Are you lonely and feel disowned by affection?
Do you love someone and can’t bear the obsession?

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Book review: “Life Is What You Make It – Preeti Shenoy”

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Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever Gods maybe,
For my unconquerable soul……

Life is full of surprises, some sweet as candies, some sticky as bubblegums. Preeti Shenoy’s book, Life Is What You Make It talks about determination, love and hope as the rudders of an person’s journey towards destiny.

Ankita Sharma had the World at her feet. She was a smart, good-looking, promising 21 year old Management student. 6 months later, she found herself admitted at the National Institute of Mental Health being treated for bipolar disorder.