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Don’t cause butterflies in my tummy

Butterflies in my tummy
From a far far away land of fantasy
For so very long, I truly believed
I had dead butterflies in my tummy

It’s taken too long for me to accept
That there’s no one but me
You know you are taken, taken, taken
So don’t cause butterflies in my tummy

Do you know how it feels
When so many I see in twos
A void begins to fill me up
In every cell through and through

Your intentions may be clear
I know we are friends dear
But the desert but has just one oasis to be
So don’t cause butterflies in my tummy

Oh it’s a great thing to hear
All will be okay when you love yourself dear
But nothing seems okay to me as I think why
Even the moon has the eternal company of the dark sky

Some in twos are craving to be one
Some all alone are wanting to find the one
If perfection were to be a tree
It would be like a cactus thorny

If perfection were to be a movie
It would but be just a tragedy
For the heers and the ranjhaas and the heeras and the pannas
Haven’t they all met with the same destiny

How would I then, be different?

Scarred for life by a narcissist with torment
Lost all my confidence, trust in self and worth
To be rebuilt all over from square one

So your request for a dance momentarily
Caused fluttering butterflies in my tummy

Yes yes I know I deflected it promptly
With words about pen, paper and a story
But hey, then this poem came through eventually
So don’t you cause butterflies in my tummy

Posted in #introvert, Friends, happiness, Togetherness

City on a Bike

“See, I am jussst a bit teensy weensy scared of bikes. Please don’t drive fast okay? It’s been a while.”

“Ha ha! Haanji. Got it.”

“So? What do you want to see?”

“You promised Charminar. :)”

“Okay ji. Charminar it is. Will show you Choodi Bazaar as well.”

“And Necklace Road too,” she said.

“Arre wahin se tho pass ho kar jaana hai.”

“OK”.

As they passed the necklace road, he exclaims, “Pehle batana tha na.. aapko poore Hyderabad ki sair karwata. Ab toh aap jaa bhi rahi hain.” (You should have told me before. I would have shown you the whole city. Now you are going away.)

“Well, by now, you would have guessed that it’s difficult for me to ask. And, to trust. I am not very social.”

Took 3 months for me and the time to leave, to comment that I did not sight see Hyderabad this time at all.

Well, that one comment changed everything and brought a very good friend in my life. As the wind breezed through my hair, I felt a sense of freedom that was never felt before. I had ice cream on the moving bike, and saved the empty wrapper in my hand bag (not littering of course), which became a classic jestful memory between us. And this is one person with whom I can speak with no holds barred.

There are very few people I respect in life. Integrity, honesty and a good heart are qualities that I admire. He is one of those few who have these qualities. I cherish and revere such jewels.

My mentor once said, “Every person in your life comes to add value to it.” I deeply believe this and have experienced that. Each one of us will, provided we open ourselves to the knowledge and become aware of the value we are receiving.

 

 

Posted in #life, Food for Thought, Friends, lessons, Love, love msgs, Relationships, romance

Book Review: I will love once again by Krishna Verma

Book Title: I will love once again
Author: Krishna Verma
Publisher: Srishti Publishers

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Pic Source: www.krishnavyukta.com

I bought this book with great prejudice (Of course, against the book.)

While I was browsing through Landmark and wondering whether to fall for love stories, fantasy fiction or inspiration, I convinced myself to check out Flipkart rates first, and picked up just this one love story.

It was a feeling that translated into giving young Indian readers a second chance.

With the assassination of my respect for the young Indian writer, which was carried out systematically by the language used in Five Point Someone, and the whole pointless draggggeeee (deliberate emphasis) story of ‘I too had a love story’, (I mean with due respect to the author who claims that it is based on a true story, with no intentions of malice, for if it was a true story, it could have been dealt with in another way, perhaps that did not run on the lines of Erich Segal’s “Love Story” or a Hindi movie with an obvious climax), I still did not lose hope.

Krishna Verma has done a great job with the story.

He narrates the entire story in first person, the way someone would share snippets of his life with a close friend. That’s the kind of feeling you get while reading through the book. Like you are a really close friend. And that is perhaps the USP of the book.

The book takes you through the struggle of the protagonist, Krishna, who faces heart break, as his lady love gives in to the wishes of her parents and decides to marry the man they have chosen for her. One fine day, she just backs off from the relationship. Where this takes Krishna is what the story is about. His mental turmoil, his struggle to find a job in the Corporate, his new friends, and a glimpse into the young culture, this book presents a host of different insights into a man’s mind. The story moves back and forth, from the present to the past, as Krishna’s mind connects every incident he is facing in his “Now” with incidents he had faced in his “Then”. He in fact, cannot get over his previous love, and tries forcefully, to see her in every new girl. At a point of time, you feel like he has fixed the mould of Preity (his previous girl) in his mind, and every girl just had to fit into it perfectly. Every new girl he met had to laugh like her, react like her, get angry like her, get angry at the same things as she did, and chide him for the things he did in the same way that she did.

There was one interesting sketch of the character of Preity that I would like to highlight. Preity was not really the ideal. Krishna loved her and loved to the extent of sacrificing his own joys for her joys. The relationship that he describes with Preity is highly imbalanced, with him giving and giving endlessly for her happiness. He sought his joys in her smiles. But Preity’s character comes out to be bossy, dominating, largely self-centered and selfish, oblivious to the joys of the man in her life.

How Krishna fails to see the gaping differences between a very sweet girl he later meets, and how her kind nature and disposition stand in stark contrast to the ever hyper, ever self-centred Preity, makes up a big chunk of the book. The best character in the book, according to me, was that of Simer, and I simply fell for the cute English Punjabi phrases that the boys learnt and used, through ‘English flicks dubbed in Punjabi’. One such word was ‘feautibul’ in place of ‘beautiful’ and I believe Krishna can in fact explore this genre of humour further. Nothing pleases a reader more than hearty laughs in his journey through the pages of a book. And this book made me smile everyday while on my way to work – What a pleasant way to start a day!

All in all, a fantabulous book.

PS: The book reminds me of one of those songs in Munnabhai MBBS. 🙂 Which one, I shall not reveal as that would turn out to be a spoiler. Read the book and figure it out, please. 🙂 Or email me.

PPS: Simer (one of the characters from the book) has commented below. 🙂 🙂 I am honored and way toooo happyyyyy!!

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Unsettled

It was a hot summer noon
As I approached the city
Horses greet me on the way,
Pulling a royal chariot away..
Unsettled.

A mission to seek
An abode meek
Nothing great,
Just a humble piece.
Unsettled.

Wandered, hour after hour
Long days turned into longer nights
I would see myself staring into space
Wondering when life would take pace
Unsettled.

I miss those days, when we were two
Hand in hand, our dreams we drew
Sapne dekhogi nahin toh poore kaise honge
(If you don’t have dreams in the first place,
How will you fulfill them?)
Was all you said, and I KNEW… Yet,
Unsettled.

I have to stay calm, the test of time
Time is for sure, the best healer
As I live my life in bits n pieces,
I dream away…
Unsettled.

I live a life of fragments
Each fragment an eternity
So u see, kind sire, thou art eternities away from me
WHEN oh when do you plan to appear…
Unsettled.

Stars twinkling in my eyes,
I gaze at the moon-less sky
I see your perfect features
And wonder we are so far, why
Unsettled.

Rain drops falling on my face
I used to love them so
Will we see them together
While the soft breeze flows
Unsettled.

As I build an empty home
With trinkets and junkets of stuff
I see myself wandering through
A life of no consequence…
Unsettled.

I feel overtly unsettled
With tensions unbridled
Like a note in a bottle at sea
tossing and turning with waves,
Unsettled.

Not knowing who will read the note,
Pray, will a prince appear?
Out of nowhere to read me and my heart,
And take me to the shores, in arms cosseted..
Until then,
Unsettled. Period.