Happy Birthday Month

It was my birthday in this month of August. Birthdays, to me have always meant to be the days when you deserve to be pampered, to be cuddled and given every happiness you wish for. And thankfully, I have always been with people who have made sure it remains so. Birthdays bring out the little kid in us every time. With new dresses, lot of presents and a desperate wait for the day to arrive, they are meant to bring the highs of life that not many things can. This one was equally special, and more so because I got to spend it with the best people of my life, after a gap of 2 years. Was worth every moment I have to stay away from them. The love, the blessings and not to mention, the most beautiful presents for surprise. Somethings just prove that no matter how much far we are, how much we say or don't, when the hearts are intertwined, we can listen to each others' wishes. Today, seeing those presents, all I can do is thank the almighty for blessing me with such wonderful people. Should be among the best of the birthdays I ever celebrated. And somewhere, deep down, the feeling is that such birthdays might just not come again. For there might be compromises here and there. There might be surprises much below expectations. And disappointments too. And the irony is: I will choose it for myself and won't be able to change it.

For once, just hoping against hope that I am wrong.That somebody, somewhere will prove this to be wrong.

Life is just going to be a compromise in the end. Why do we, then, keep trying to ensure it doesn't end up being one.

Bliss

bliss

is a man singing me poetry,

bliss

 a man playing a flute. 

bliss 

is when i am speechless, when i cannot fight back, when my ego is slashed. 

bliss 

is when wind blows my hair away from my face.

bliss

is riding on my brothers bike and us singing out nonsensical songs aloud. 

bliss 

is talking to a friend and getting a perspective, a compeletely new line of thought that you could never lay your hands on

bliss

is finding out soemthing new about someone you have known for ages and even then it is just in time. 

bliss

is waiting for a text message and getting it when you have lost hope. 

bliss

is YOU.

bliss 

is not wanting to wake up from the bed and not feeling guilty about it. 

bliss 

is being commfortable in your skin

bliss 

is listening to different versions of your favourite track.

bliss 

is listening to music and songs so beautiful that you cannot decide which one was better.

bliss

is reading someone writing your heart out

bliss

is shedding a tear when you kiss.

bliss

is finding out that someone is better than you expected.

bliss

is people living upto your expectations.

bliss

when you can be mad at someone without the fear of losing him/her.

bliss 
is the capacity of zero expectations.
bliss. 
is ME.

A Call

The boy went near to  phone and sat down. With shaking hands, he picked the receiver up. His palms were wet with perspiration. His teeth were clenched, and he’d grabbed the receiver like it was some catch he was holding on to for his school cricket team.
After days of shaking and oohing and aahing, he was finally going to call her.
Some inner voice told him to relax. He wasn’t going to let this call go waste like all the other calls, (when he’d drop the phone down in terror as soon as it got picked up). He took a deep breathe and relaxed his hold over the phone. He knew he wasn’t completely relaxed, but he had the assurance that he’d written down his lines really well. With his heart pounding against his chest, he dialled the now-all-too-familiar number.
‘Hello’, said a soft female voice. He knew it was her. His heart told him that. His heart was now ramming against his chest. For a moment he thought his rib cage was in danger.
‘Hello.’ He replied, his voice shaking, left hand fumbling for the piece of paper. There was an awkward pause. He read from his paper, and his confidence came back. ‘Is it Ishita?’
‘Yes,’ came the unsure reply… slightly hesitant. ‘Who is this…???’
Bingo! This was exactly as he’d thought would be, and written down on the paper.
‘You down know me, but I know you very well’. Pat came his own reply, with an almost audible smirk. This was cool! Things were going exactly as he’d anticipated.
‘Oh really? How’s that?’
Now he was jumping up and down. Man! what a genius he was. Those were the exact words he’d written down on the paper. Oh, what a coup!
‘Like…you know sachin?’
‘Sachin, who Sachin?’
EEEYYYYAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH…..
‘Sachin, arre don’t you know Sachin Tendulkar?’ World Cup 2011
‘Nope’.
The word was like a 1500W imersion rod to his ears. What a dumbass this chic is. His euphoria suddenly evaporated. This wasn’t supposed to be so. Everybody knows Sachin. Oh, Well. Never mind. Everybody knows Shahrukh, too.
‘Strange. You don’t know Sachin. Well, what about Shahrukh?’
‘Who Shahrukh?’
‘C’mon. Shahrukh. Shahrukh Khan. Don’t tell me you don’t know Shahrukh Khan.’
‘Well, I have no idea who he is.’
He was flabbergasted. The chic was supposed to say that she knew Sharukh and then he’d ask her did Shahrukh know her, to which she was supposed to reply that he didn’t and he’d say Lo! You know Shahrukh but Sharukh doesn’t know you, in same way, you don’t know me, but I know you very well. That was what he’d written down in the paper. Everything that had started off so smoothly was in chaos now.
‘Well, Amitabh, then. Amitabh Bachchan?’
‘No.’
He was really desperate now. ‘Hrithik! what about Hrithik? Hrithik Roshan? Dhoom part 2′, Kites, Guzarish
‘No.’
This was turnig out to be the worst conversation he’d had all his life.
‘Well then, whom do you know?’ he cried over the mouthpiece in desperation.
What came next was something he’d remember all his life.
‘GADHE! Mein TUJHE jaanti hoon. KHABARDAR jo aaj ke baad meri BETI ko phone kerne ki koshish ki toh!!!’
SLAM!

In a state of shock, he slowly replaced the receiver. He wanted to die now.

I beleive therefore I am

I found this on one blog .. but the same thing is happening to me also.. so without any modifications, i am writing this here 

One thing has always been in mind  i.e. ” If i do wrong with anyone,be it physical,mental or any other way .. the very next moment God punishes me with small/big accidents,ill health,same thing happening to me …. and if at all i forget in my ego or pride that i did wrong to anyone, these punishments always remind me”  and I totally believed that it happens with everyone around!!!
I always believe in the above but somehow its slowly going away… the faith in this is just going weaker….
i see wrong people/friends getting stronger and stronger and they dont even realize they are doing anything wrong… if by chance I opened my mouth and tried to make them realize tht they were wrong … you know what i got???  thrown out of their life/friendship or whatever you can call…
My Nature:  if a stray animal is treated badly, i take a stand for it and take some action so that it is not treated like tht again…. same applies with human being… if i see someone is treated badly for no mistake of his/hers, i take tht person’s stand and try to explain the rest that “guys wht u are doing is totally wrong and am not going to be a part of it but support the other person!!! ”  ….
now does that mean i am standing against my friends? i just took the side of the truth which has proper evidences tht the person is infact telling the truth!!!
i didnt do any back stabbing … if i took a decision or took some action, i made sure my friends knew about it beforehand….
so why is this ill treatment?
so, i stand for goodness and all i get is cussing and more cussing !!!
i am so so so much frustrated right now.. already many more things are not leaving my problem-plate and now this!!!
day and night i keep thinking, what to do… my inner-self or ego is so much discouraged/damaged…
all i want right now is that they realize what they did to me was totally wrong and get back together …
this is not for them!!! yes i am being selfish here.. this is for my self confidence which right now says “Dhiru ... Just stop believing in people and be selfish from now onwards.. friends care a shit about u ..they just use you and thts how u will be from now with others” …  if this feeling has to go , then definitely i want them to realize what they did to me was totally wrong and we all get back together … o yea i m writing it again …  bass bahot hua bakwass!