When in Love, it felt so…

I don’t know what in me is pinching me to write this, but here I go.

   Ever felt why ‘the’ she treats you so bad? Being unreasonable, irrational & asking for what you can’t give unless a miracle happens. Yes, I’m talking about ‘the one’.

For all the guys out there, who would be up all night to make sure she’s all right, listen to her rant, soothe her, calm her. Bearing the abuses, screams, fishing-for-faults, and out of no where – weeping. (The ultimate feminine weapon)

This is to the guys who manage to find beauty in her shabbiness, solace in the ranting, silence in the screaming, and joy in their sacrifice, happiness in their sadness. Putting a smile on her face, and yet are denied credits for.

This is for ‘em, who have nothing to offer than love, which at times seems to be bullshit for her. This is for the guys who crush their tears and smile for her.  This is for the ‘em who wake up each day thinking about her, and look forward to make her day.

What it takes to be the difference?

(A couple riding in their motorcycle. It is about 7.30 pm. They stop at this traffic signal, waiting for the redness to strike green. A couple spot an elderly, say 45+ lying on the road. The conversation continues as…)

Pravin: Look! He’s spread himself on the road.

Mala: Poor him!

Pravin: Ah! Don’t pity him. People like this should be run over.

Mala: (shrieks!) How could you say that? Its just mean.

Pravin: Then what? Probably he’s this raging alcoholic who just emptied his bottle and is resting in the sun now. Stop it, Mala. Like you don’t know about them. They’re just like pests to our community.

…and they zip past by.

Be it an alcoholic, be it an imbecile. What do we do? Probably, ‘Look!’, ‘Pity’, and then, ‘Move on’. These instances are to be seen everywhere, everyday. Either we choose to ignore them or utmost feel sorry for them.

Have we been in such a situation? I am sure, you’re nodding your head reading this. At times, when we just need change to pay the autowala. What happens then? You hop around with a 500 rupee note in your hand requesting for some mercy from the other rickshaw drivers, vendors to even the Traffic Police. But, does anyone help? All we get in exchange is a face like they’ve never heard this before. My point here is to not run around with change asking people if they need any. The point is it takes nothing to help someone. Probably just off the road, so Mr.Drunk can sober up in the safety of the pavement. Or, the Ms.Hyperventilating can get a few 100 rupees in exchange for her fancy, not-so-right 500 bill and can get in time to her Howrah Express to see her ailing parents at home.

Coming from a country, where moral values are fed along with the breast milk. It is just not acceptable to give a cold shoulder to someone in agony. Most often, or many – It takes nothing. But it could make a world of difference to the other person. Between that angel who helped me to wretched people of my country.

What it takes to be the difference? You.

Longing Beyond Twilight

Between the skies of the day, and the light of the night
Behind every deceptive smile, and behind every unfeigned plight,
Between the confusion and crystal clear,
Behind every wrong, Behind every sincere right,
Between the martyr’s courage and the traitor’s fear,
Beyond every fight, and every sight,
In the times of a dreary night,
I wished to see light.

Let there be music..

I don’t know, why I just jumped out of my bed from under those warm cozy sheets, and typing here like I had no life.

Oh, all that apart.

Have you ever thought about what song you’d want to listen to, when say… Its the best time of your life, or you want it to be. (Oh-Yeah-You-ARE-sure!)

Probably, alone and secluded, standing by your car, in the darkness of the night, just lit by the moonshine. The stars tirelessly blinking in quick and slow succession. With the tree swirling in the wind whispering soft murmurs which say something uncomprehensive but soothing. You lighting a smoke, and turning your radio on. The one place where you can just be exactly like you want to be, say what you want to say, and be whoever you dreamt to be. The empty haunted road, with no life around. Away from the city, away from the lights. Away from the people, away from the lights.In absolute harmony with peace, where all you can barely hear is clinking of your lighter and the grains of the sand below which mutter as you move your foot over it.

What song would it be, that you’d want to listen?