Aao Twist Kare

Hey would you join salsa classes with me?"

"Salsa ? whats this new hobby ?"

"Baby, imagine me holding you and dancing gazin you"

"Shut up "

"That would also mean i would be able to plant a kiss on your rugged cheeks "

"Excuse me"

"I have given you aeons of reasons to come dance with me. "

"Good enough for me to say NO."

He flew towards her and holded her in his arms. Gazing in her eyes he said "do you still want to say no?"

Stunned by the intensity of the eyes all she could say was 'Come lets dance".

Parting Note

Oh yeah ? Thought hard ? Cried ? You needed me ? Really ?

Stop calling me a guilty man. You shooed me away whenever I tried speaking to you. You shut the door on me when I tried manaofying you. You quit me in a phase which was the most beautiful phase of our lives. You were not strong enough to confront the realities that you didnt have in it urself to last a relationship for life.

You knew I would always love you for all your follies, for all your mistakes. Good dayys, bad days, when you would have money, no money every good bad weather.

You basically were not meant for me. You were inferior to me. My love blinded me. I couldnt see your infidelity. I trusted you. You took grave advantage of this situation. I couldnt see your excuses. I could not see you spending time with the other man. You had the audacity to call me a cheat. When you cheated on me, when you couldnt solemnise the vows you took, you blamed me for your failure.

You would never have content life. You would suffer the same consequences when you go to Pan what I suffered with you. I shall recover but what abt you. You wont even be able to stand up....I pity you. I feel sorry for you.

Parting Note

Oh yeah ? Thought hard ? Cried ? You needed me ? Really ?

Stop calling me a guilty man. You shooed me away whenever I tried speaking to you. You shut the door on me when I tried manaofying you. You quit me in a phase which was the most beautiful phase of our lives. You were not strong enough to confront the realities that you didnt have in it urself to last a relationship for life.

You knew I would always love you for all your follies, for all your mistakes. Good dayys, bad days, when you would have money, no money every good bad weather.

You basically were not meant for me. You were inferior to me. My love blinded me. I couldnt see your infidelity. I trusted you. You took grave advantage of this situation. I couldnt see your excuses. I could not see you spending time with the other man. You had the audacity to call me a cheat. When you cheated on me, when you couldnt solemnise the vows you took, you blamed me for your failure.

You would never have content life. You would suffer the same consequences when you go to Pan what I suffered with you. I shall recover but what abt you. You wont even be able to stand up....I pity you. I feel sorry for you.

Marooned...

Adventures hardly cease following me. Perfect life is just a craving for me.

2 days back I reached home at around 8 PM drenched and wet. Its been raining entire week in Pune. And Pune rains are boring. It drizzles entire day. No heavy rains in monsoons. Boring and disgusting. You would get wet and you cant venture out if it drizzles. Wearing raincoats and carrying umbrellas on bike is pain.

So back to the context of the post, I reached home and as usual threw around my stuff to walk to my den and suddenly I realized my leg slipped, but I balanced myself. What I saw was horror. Entire kitchen and the 2 bed rooms were marooned. Water logged till ankle. And it was tough task for me to soak up the water.

I didn’t flinch my teeth in anger. I went along the routine of changing the dress and armed with a Bermuda and a t-shirt, rushed to the shop to take a mopper to clean the water.

70 Rs spent, but then I began the excersise to clean the 3 rooms with water. Horrible sight was that my laptop charger was submerged into water for dunno how long. My laptop is my life and being online is my USP. If I find no net, I get nervy and throw tantrums. I have got to have net for survival. My laptop was charged 89 %, so 3 hrs were with me.

I cleaned up the entire stuff in 1.5 hours and then assessed the loss. The kitchen sink pipe had broken and I got it fixed the other day for 40 bucks. Biggest loss was the charger which had got wet and when I shaked it lot of water trickled.

I just couldn’t plug it in fearing some electric hazard. 2 days on and my laptop is discharged. Yesterday I surfed on my ITouch and today I dried my charger in the office and tested it. Its working. So I get back home and plug it back in praying that it doesn’t turn out to be a disaster.

My net is essential for me to survival. If my net works fine, I would be back on your blogs, if not then please spare with me and pray for me that my charger works well n doesn’t give rise to any electric hazard.

Boosting self ego.....

The touch makes u feel so special. Her touch be it in the bed or be it in the movie theater, be it intentional or be it accidental. The 10000000 million current flows through your body and you feel numb. I have hold on to those memories. The touch lives on with you. You remember her fragrance, her body smell and the color, deep one of her eyes. Gazing never ends and the beauty in eyes never stops. You just get going n going to the depth of the eyes when you stare (see) her.

When she gets ready for a special occasion, the time she spends on it is very special again. Beyond words, beyond comprehension. I am not much aware of the beauty products for girls, so I won’t be able to tell much about the same, but when she puts on that kohl in the eyes and the mascara that’s pure magic and its killing. It has a killing effect….No sooner you see it, you go down on your knees and jump to kiss her.

When you get down going to movies – her or your choice, the hands automatically grip each other, intertwine in each other. Throughout the movie when she leans on your shoulder or holds on to you when she is scared or cries seeing senti movies, you put up a smug face and automatically move inch closer to her. In the interval, not to mention that you walk up to the food counter and get what she wants default. You know her in and out. You tell her this is the dress you would like her to be in and the color of the jeans or the apparel. She obliges. You feel a high.

When you are in sync with the other soul many such things make you feel loved n u get the urge to love. That’s what makes the feeling of the love being so special and so overhyped. This is a season of being in love as opposed to 2007 when everyone seemed to be nursing a bruised and broken heart. This year is good one for being in love. I had promised myself last year that my next bday won’t be lonely. Till now I m yet to fulfill that promise and from what it seems, it would be a lonely birthday. That won’t be such a good idea to celebrate my birthday being alone / lonely.

Guess it’s time to rejuvenate that “have a coffee with me” talks for me. It worked for me big time in the past in my early 20 days. Coffee has a big time possibility for potential relationships. Having a penchant for coffee, I think I can explore that potential. I would love spending my weekend evenings in coffee shops sipping cold coffees and chattering with her nonstop. I feel this is the best chance and time in the year for me to do that something special. Cos this is one time when I m feeling good within and close to what I want to be always. Touchwood and GOD bless me with happiness n love. Loads of them cos I think I deserve them after the years of solitude, frustration and madness. Voila. Yo baby!!!

Lets Dance

"Hey would you join salsa classes with me?"

"Salsa ? whats this new hobby ?"

"Baby, imagine me holding you and dancing gazin you"

"Shut up "

"That would also mean i would be able to plant a kiss on your rugged cheeks "

"Excuse me"

"I have given you aeons of reasons to come dance with me. "

"Good enough for me to say NO."

He flew towards her and holded her in his arms. Gazing in her eyes he said "do you still want to say no?"

Stunned by the intensity of the eyes all she could say was 'Come lets dance".

Lets Dance

"Hey would you join salsa classes with me?"

"Salsa ? whats this new hobby ?"

"Baby, imagine me holding you and dancing gazin you"

"Shut up "

"That would also mean i would be able to plant a kiss on your rugged cheeks "

"Excuse me"

"I have given you aeons of reasons to come dance with me. "

"Good enough for me to say NO."

He flew towards her and holded her in his arms. Gazing in her eyes he said "do you still want to say no?"

Stunned by the intensity of the eyes all she could say was 'Come lets dance".

For my Readers log

My good writings dont get that many comments. My blog readers have ran away. 27 Followers supposedly. Not one fourth of them drop here. My blog is as lonely and alone as me. I write shit ? I am a bad writer ? This blog sucks? Is this a war zone ?

I couldnt even respond to few of the bloggers who destroyed my previous blogs. In want of harmony and peace. I have come down to a stage where I dont feel the passion for this blog. I know few readers would read it and most of them would give it a pass. Unknown reasons.

My 3-4 para posts get few comments. Few of them just place holders. Few other blogs one liners or one words get aeons of comments. To bhiya maine kisi ka kya bigada hai ? May be I delete many posts so ? Or may be there is a hate post on some famous blog for me, which i have not come across and my readers have read it? Wat ? Wat ? I have no answer.

Somebody suggested me go to many blogs, comment there and they would in return comment back. Did that. Nobody came back. I refuse to accept my writings are shit or inferior than most of them here. Yeah I dont air my so called strong opinions here. Bache hue readers bhi bhag jayenge. I remember 11/26 and Obamania posts too didnt get many comments. Ridiculous.

Why a silent treatment ? You come, you read this and you go. Indifference ? My own readers indifferent to me ? Few of them vanished even without letting me know what happened. You ask them bhiya kya baat hai and then silent treatment.

May be i should start talking and chatting to my blog readers too. I do that with few. I m scared of misunderstandings. I dont take them well. I am chatter box. I like talking and reaching out to people. But many times people feel otherwise. I dont have high words, complex words from vocab. This blog is spicy and dormant in phases. Reflection of moods. My moods. Yes.

If you read this on the blog do drop your imprints. Let me know you read me and you like my blog / hate my blog. Your feedback would matter to me. Your perspectives would matter to me. Trust me. I cant say more.

Loss of readers stun me. More so when my oldest readers run away.

I would soon rejuvenate my blog. Right now I am caught up reforming myself. Wait for me. Will ya ?