".....Its been nearly a year since I last posted something here and what better timing than now. The exploration of the desert-land was completed by August and I was really happy flying back to be at home sweet home. As fate would have it, I am again being thrown into another small journey, this time to Hyderabad where I should try to realize the dreams of the "MTech" tag that I had always drea....."
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The more I see these words in my draft I am kept reminded of Murphy. I never imagined things to go like this. But whatever has to go wrong has already started going wrong. During those glory days of my diary writing I remember my friends used to tease me for the sheer effort I put in to write about her. Its true that she was there in my mind, but my daily dosage usually revolved around what happened throughout the day, and in fact my diary was started much before she happened in my life. But it was she who made me understand the meaning of term ridicule and I should be really thankful to her for that. And I have ever so cautiously tried not to repeat the same mistakes again. I very well could have started a Journal and been a writer now, if heartbreak was the first and foremost condition for becoming a true artist [Read about Rockstar to understand this].
Till today I never wanted to share anything about those days, but now I think I have moved on and its time to bury the past. What better way than blogging about it. Ofcourse, it will be only my side of story that you will all hear; that too whatever I want to disclose. There is no point in detailing each and every aspect of it. It all started with me and my friends casually joking about on her during the study holidays, when we first saw her. Slowly the jokes turned and serious, and before I knew I was daily visiting the canteen to catch a glimpse of her. And that's when fate cruelly intervened and I got a chance to get introduced to her. Then the story was similar to the case of Liquid in Pyaar Ka Punchnaama, though the ending portions were slightly different. I didn't get a chance to see her after college and it was left to that. Moral of the story: I am incapable of approaching ladies for romantic favours.
I had come to truce with this harsh reality in this past 4 years and had slowly tried to run away from commitments as far as possible.But fate always intervenes and plays one trick or the other. The story that is happening now is not so different, the only difference is that I have a more matured mind incapable of accepting failures.[Truly an odd combination, I agree]. So when whole world thinks about this as another joke, I am revisiting those days where I was totally out of my mind for days and months. It is not about the person, that I am sure. Its more about the involvement that I have issues with. And that really wrecks havoc on my day-to-day activities.I just wish that I had that flasher which MiB guys carry around. Some people may see me as a coward, but I know that I am trying to become stronger and detach myself with causalities and outcomes.
When I am writing this post now, I am listening three different songs relating to three different moods of love - Yeh Mera Deewaanapan Hai from Yahudi, O Re Piya from Aaja Nachle and Kaadhal en Kaadhal from Mayakkam Enna. I guess that sums up this post. And when I look at the Journey - From Sharjah to Hyderabad and then to Mumbai, I see myself not changing a wee bit. I still have loads of opportunities to burn myself :)
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The more I see these words in my draft I am kept reminded of Murphy. I never imagined things to go like this. But whatever has to go wrong has already started going wrong. During those glory days of my diary writing I remember my friends used to tease me for the sheer effort I put in to write about her. Its true that she was there in my mind, but my daily dosage usually revolved around what happened throughout the day, and in fact my diary was started much before she happened in my life. But it was she who made me understand the meaning of term ridicule and I should be really thankful to her for that. And I have ever so cautiously tried not to repeat the same mistakes again. I very well could have started a Journal and been a writer now, if heartbreak was the first and foremost condition for becoming a true artist [Read about Rockstar to understand this].
Till today I never wanted to share anything about those days, but now I think I have moved on and its time to bury the past. What better way than blogging about it. Ofcourse, it will be only my side of story that you will all hear; that too whatever I want to disclose. There is no point in detailing each and every aspect of it. It all started with me and my friends casually joking about on her during the study holidays, when we first saw her. Slowly the jokes turned and serious, and before I knew I was daily visiting the canteen to catch a glimpse of her. And that's when fate cruelly intervened and I got a chance to get introduced to her. Then the story was similar to the case of Liquid in Pyaar Ka Punchnaama, though the ending portions were slightly different. I didn't get a chance to see her after college and it was left to that. Moral of the story: I am incapable of approaching ladies for romantic favours.
I had come to truce with this harsh reality in this past 4 years and had slowly tried to run away from commitments as far as possible.But fate always intervenes and plays one trick or the other. The story that is happening now is not so different, the only difference is that I have a more matured mind incapable of accepting failures.[Truly an odd combination, I agree]. So when whole world thinks about this as another joke, I am revisiting those days where I was totally out of my mind for days and months. It is not about the person, that I am sure. Its more about the involvement that I have issues with. And that really wrecks havoc on my day-to-day activities.I just wish that I had that flasher which MiB guys carry around. Some people may see me as a coward, but I know that I am trying to become stronger and detach myself with causalities and outcomes.
When I am writing this post now, I am listening three different songs relating to three different moods of love - Yeh Mera Deewaanapan Hai from Yahudi, O Re Piya from Aaja Nachle and Kaadhal en Kaadhal from Mayakkam Enna. I guess that sums up this post. And when I look at the Journey - From Sharjah to Hyderabad and then to Mumbai, I see myself not changing a wee bit. I still have loads of opportunities to burn myself :)
4 comments:
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Put the head first not heart, because head doesn't get hurt.
I would never advise you to plunge in heart first.. You don't need courage for that, you just need to be a fool :)
Step carefully - all the best
And stop listening to songs, it will take you to wrong domains. Speaking from exp :)
Well the problem is that in these matters I rarely listen to head, and when I am listening to my head the environment is forcing me not to ;).
I take the advise in the right spirit, but I cannot stop listening to songs as that is one comfort that I have now. [And I am trying not to make it a discomfort for others]
And for the records, its not just film/romantic songs that I listen to. The palette is pretty diverse and colourful.
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