Ex Why Said

Now I do realise, that the last post was a bit- for the dearth of a better word, blunt. Amongst rejoicing girl friends, are frowning friends, that keep it no secret, that they wouldn't have had the guts to say all this on a blog. " I keep a personal diary for that " he says. My reply: Chubbe .( yaar, bura mat maanio, varna main ro doonga)

But I do agree to an extent, that the girlfriend - the metaphoric " love of my life " ( while she competes fo the title with a few - no not women, but edible delicacies), needs to be kept out. Out of the blog I meant.

Now, for a good twenty seconds there, I wondered why I added the last sentence. Vaise main thoda darpok toh hoon hi, yes, self confessed. The lesson is, no matter how verbose a conversation it becomes, never forget to add the vital words. "Kept out"  and "kept out of the blog" , could have made a difference.

Now it suddenly struck me, what a blog like this could do to you. It could establish you as the " intellectual" , given cutting/copying and pasting from an ageing intellectual blog has never caused you to reintrospect your moral conscience. Though, I am yet to do that, but you wouldn't believe me , would you?

Also, the blog might as well, refurbish your "lover boy" image. It's only when you come back to your room , heavy headed , with drooping shoulders, having spent the entire day with "her" ( don't make me say the word again and again), that it dawns on you, " Aaj toh compliment dena hi bhool gaya !", followed by a well fretted " Ab kya hoga ?" followed by a further fretted, " Kahin kuch ho naa jaaye!". This, my friends, forces our variety of boyfriends, to turn on the table lamp and wield our mental pen, like stilletto dipped in red colored vitriol, that too in a heart shaped ink pot.

I do agree though, that the very post may look obnoxiously silly the following day, but then it establishes another side of you: "He's silly ,he's normal" , followed by a handshaking of links, with an underlined message: "Look look, he's so mad about me !!". Now I, the silly, can only smirk at that. No, not derogatorily.

Kuch soch rahe ho? Arre sahi soch rahe ho. I've been gifted my creative freedom. I can write and she won't feel offended. I can already imagine myself to be in the shoes of Kishore Singh, whose USP is to bitch about his wife in the newspaper. I can sense, that we're deriving this satonical satisfaction, though he's being paid to do that and I'm not. And you do get, that while this post started of with "keeping the girlfriend out", out of the blog I meant, it has been , more inevitably, about her . Such is life.

The 13th will always be special !

To have completed five months of consecutive 'committed' life is, though mutely, a matter of solitary self congratulation. As you'd get already, that I would otherwise not have the courage to pop out of my pretentious 'corportatism', so I thought I'd rather exploit this space and speak my mind more uninhibitedly. What do I have to lose anyway, besides a girlfriend ? :-P

Sometimes, it seems , it happened just yesterday.  It's like a dream you wake up from, and then realise, that it wasn't one. The last five months have been jittery, not on the romantic front, but at life's end in general. Placement(mine) on the prowl. The ever bugging CAT(hers). I guess, all this was a bit hectic on our ,so far educational, romantic life. We must have spent more hours on the pretext of studying, than any , even mildly, romantic couple might have liked to. Can't say for you people, but I think studying together is the cooler way of romancing. You may think otherwise, but not here, it's MY blog.

So, five months in a relationship, and I've become a little more sensitive. The littleness may range within 10 exp(-9) and 10 exp (-10). No matter how complacent you are , while commited, there's always this perpetual need to express that " Aayee doo Kayer !". Not that I mind. On the contrary, it's always reciprocated. That's the best part. Any non-commited people reading this ? Shame on you. Go , get committed. :-)

It just dawned on me that in the usual blabber, I forgot the main thing. It's the 13th. I could never have imagined , that every and I mean every 13th would give me something to recollect, somthing to rejoice, something to just lay back and smile about, something that would give me both, the audacity and the authority to tell myself :" One heavenly day , you went somewhere, and then the best thing that could've happened to you, happened. It was the 13th of that month."

Happy five months. You are awesome, both technically and otherwise, and I'm loving it ! (Don't laugh )

 

The First Winter Chill

The one thing I've always liked about the winter chill is the silence it inflicts. Despite the mundane voices that keep surrounding me time and again, I'm able to find this so called 'Comfort in Silence'.

Lately , life has been this cocoon of opportunitites and difficulties alike. It's like waking up from the grave , in which you'd been lying dead since ever, and then suddenly finding yourself dancing in a marriage procession. I am not to be blamed, if I don't make sense right now, because for once I don't want to.

It's never happened to me earlier, that I wanted to put in a line and I couldn't think of one. This is what frightens me the most. The fact that I'm unable to make out why this is happening is all the more pinching. It's like a needle in your digestive system . You know it's there, you can't stop eating, and the pain wouldn't stop either.

No, I'm not depressed, and I'm not pretending to be some self introspecting intellectual either, I know I'm not that type, and people only know it better. I'm not here to write stories, but frankly. if I come to writing my own, I know it'll be quite interesting.

Before my half sensitive senses provoke me to add something sillier to this post, I'll pull the plug on my phonetic mind. A request to the counted two- three who might read this. Please don't discuss this post with me.