That's why I'm MisSintErrPriTi'd!!!!!!

Watch - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TAA74ND00dU “Yaad hai, ek din mere maiz pe baithe-baithe, cigarette ki dibiya par tumne, chhote se ek poudhe ka ek sketch banaya tha...!! Aakar dekho, us poudhe par phool aaya hai.” TRANSLATION -  Nowhere close to what Gulzar Sa'ab's own words and voice convey here, but  I've  tried to translate it -  “Do you remember one day while sitting at my desk, on a pack of cigarettes, a small shrub/plant you had sketched? Come and see.... a flower has bloomed on it!!!” ---- When I heard this in the writer's own voice, I felt like 'Life' itself was whispering this to me that a flower has bloomed, come and see it! And, I've been a little restless again since morning, eagerly... enthusiastically restless and searching.... for that flower!  I vaguely remember, I might've sketched a small shrub or a plant on a page of an old diary that i've lost, or a paper napkin while sitting at a co...

She : "I'm right here... whenever you get stressed just meet me :)" Me : "Yep, I'm stressed today!" She : "Yaaaayyy" Me : " Hahah... so it has come to this... I've friends who rejoice when I say I'm stressed and wann meet them! I feel strangely blessed! Life is a bizarre ironical abstraction of strange occurrences !" She : "Absolutely!!! Irony is life's other name... and we are two crazy people who rejoice when normal people don't, and sulk when we should be rejoicing! :-P " --- X--- Hahaha... She said it!!! \m/

The truth Descends gently like the night And waits before it dawns.  Until the absolute need it faces To switch on the sun And make itself apparent to the eye!

Sometimes I wonder What you are to me Are you the horizon star Twinkling from a-far!?!? You are someone who doesn't pretend, You are something i can't comprehend. The forbidden fruit I'm tempted to eat, The beginning of sin, chains around my feet, Yet u're the wind beneath my wings You rock my world;the tremor in my trembling knees!! You're the air that fills my lungs, And then i exhale and set you free!! Sometimes you're like sand slipping' out of my hand, Free you'll always be!! You're a mirage i can see but not touch, A hard habit to break, you're like addiction You are to me what sugar is to a diabetic; You're the reason behind my war with destiny!! Your spell cast on me Your fear haunts me The cut on my bleeding finger You are the bandage that heals me!!! The walls of my arteries layered with pain, You are the prayer; unanswered in vain! You're like a parasite I'm the stale loaf You'...

Whoa! So here i am... So, I heard everyone s got a blog these days!!! I heard its 'IN'!! Like...some kinda frenzy in which everyone s getting caught...and seems I ain't spared either!!!!! Its been a while a few of my friends who've known me closely, have been telling me I should start writing again. But I haven't really found that spark in a while. I'm still not sure whether I will find what I'm looking for again. But I sure do hope to find it. I'm not quite sure of what I'll write in my blog...ever since I lost those diaries{I swear i still miss em :-(} while packing and shifting back from Delhi.. it had stopped! I miss the writer in me sometimes but more so I miss the collection of those 50 odd poems and essays I had written. Those days it just came randomly flowing through my pen... one of the real pleasures of life, that I lost down the line. I hope to find it again... and so i blogged!!!!!!!!! :D \m/