Last 36 hours…

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I’d quickly wrapped my meetings for the day and I was free by second half so I called few of my friends to see who is free to catch up for the new movie justice league.

Fortunately or unfortunately only one was free, she was ready to come for the movie. We both reached the mall I quickly took some munches and headed towards the multiplex. After entering in she started going in one screen, I asked her “The movie will start after 15mins why are we going in right away?” “Actually Milu, we are not going to watch Justice League, we are going to watch Qarib Qarib Singlle.” She replied and bang I lost my temper I should have realised it when she said will book the tickets I didn’t realise it was a trick which she played her. Her intention for booking the ticket was to make me watch a Bollywood movie rather than going to the Justice League. (P.S.: So guys if your female says she will book the ticket never ever trust her, it is a trick to watch some romantic Bollywood movie). She literally dragged me into the movie only in one term and condition I’m not at all paying for the movie and dinner, later on, to which she agreed.

Ok, here is the twist in the article the movie was actually good after a long time I really enjoyed a Bollywood flick. Actually, I’m in love with Parvathy Menon, a perfect South Indian lady with brilliant expression. (P.S.: Guys sometimes, I repeat sometimes let the girl decide some random Bollywood movie, you never know you may fall in love with the actress and get a new celebrity crush in your life.)

So after the movie my friend had to leave for Bengaluru to meet one of her interior designing customers, she asked me if I can join her I gave it a thought and her bribe that I will get to some real South Indian beauty on the trip made me influenced to join her. She quickly checked that is there any seats available for the same bus in which she was travelling fortunately got one slot, two different berths but the same bus. After boarding the bus did little maska pani to one double bedded passengers they agreed we move to there seats and the craziest journey of my life began. We started off around 8 o’clock from Mumbai had the food we parcel on our way and started binge watching FRIENDS. By the time bus took its first halt for refreshments around 12 in the night we had already completed season, but the fun part was the fellow passengers who had seen us laughing all this time gave us some ridiculous looks for laughing on the top of our voices in a public bus. We both controlled our laughter over the looks which we got.

After the bus started again towards Bengaluru we continued our binge-watching but this time we got complains from the passengers so we eventually we wrapped up the episode and decided to sleep. My phone started ringing at 7 o’clock next morning I disconnected initial few calls and the 5th call was from my dad I can’t disconnect this one so I answered the call, “Where are you? Why are you not answering to mom? Why was your phone not reachable from last one hour and which is the service provider replying in some South Indian language?” I was bombarded with some questions. Before I answer them dad reminded me of the Pooja was on very next day at 8 in the morning back at Nashik, and before answering to all the previous questions I realised I’m screwed royally this time. “Dad I’m headed to Bengaluru right now for some business work, I had fallen asleep so didn’t answer mum. Yeah, I’ll make sure I’ll reach tomorrow before 8.30 am.” I quickly lied to dad. But he is my father he knew my marketing region is no longer is in South so he said, “My dearest son, you no longer work in the southern region so stop making me fool and as of now do whatever you are doing but reach tomorrow quickly, you’ll tell me truth tomorrow after Pooja.” “Uh! Okay, dad.”

I panicked out and called a friend of mine, asked him to get him the fastest and cheapest way to reach to Nashik. He checked out buses, train and flight none of them was helpful for me to reach, buses had an awkward timing, one single train to Mumbai which took 24 hours to reach which would leave Bengaluru at 7 in the evening and flight tickets were expensive to make me broke for a couple of weeks. I’ll criticise this ahole some other day for now just consider it was a wrong decision to call him and seek to advise I took he simply asked me to skip the Pooja back at Nasik.

I calmed down myself, called maa and see if the pooja can be postponed at least for a couple of hours to which maa initially scolded me later said she can try to postpone at least for one hour only. That’s all I wanted at least that I thought so at the particular moment. I called up old contacts at Bengaluru, he said he will try to get me some arrangements to reach back as soon as possible.

We reach Bengaluru at 1 pm, she visited the site of the customer I started calling several people for making an arranging vehicle to reach Nasik in next 20 hours, that’s 9.30 am. Got cheapest option to take a private cab till Pune which was charging us nearly Rs. 6,000, to which we had to other option to agree as the next bus departs from Bengaluru is at 3.30 and we had to leave the city in next 30-45 mins. We agreed I took snacks and few cartons of juice while driving to the site of the customer. 2 o’clock we started off with huge traffic in front of us. A real test of patience can be seen only in such situation where every minute counts and you are stuck in traffic.

3.30 we reached Nelamangala By-Pass 15 mins delayed than the usual time that what the driver informed us. My phone rang, Incoming call… Maa… “Hello beta! so are you coming tomorrow or we should complete the pooja without you?” “No, I’m already on my way back home. No need to worry I will surely reach Nasik by 9.30” I replied her back. “That sounds interesting if you by then. I surely have to distribute sweets throughout Nasik” she said in a sarcastic manner, “Not so funny Maa.” I replied.  “Son you have created this mess for yourselves I’ll simply enjoy the whole show as of now. Bye!” “Bye.” the call got disconnected. I felt like maa is playing “Khatam Kahani” from Qarib Qarib Singlle in the background.

The driver was a professional one just a right Angel for us at this right moment. He drove a perfect speed with proper safely switching the lanes. In all this, we both were now helpless just wait and reach Pune safely and calmly. The E.T.A. to reach Pune was 4 o’clock in the morning, and then catch another cab or bus till Nasik. Whichever was first available for us to reach.

We started playing the songs of the iconic movie, Dil Chahta Hai. No matter what the situation is songs from this particular movie perfectly blends in the car journey. We started sharing different stories of the several trips which we had been individual or with someone. The driver also joined in telling stories of his several journeys where his customers have travelled. Laughed our hearts out on the several incidences which we came across in last 24 hours and what more is in line for us to experience.

We decided to take a halt for 15 mins at the very next restaurant. We came across few restaurant before deciding the decent one, we quickly took our refreshments. Now, this the important part, the bill amount was 536₹ and when the cashier swiped the card he made a transaction of 356₹ I realised this as soon as he handed me over the customer slip, the first thing I asked the driver and the friend is to leave the restaurant as soon as possible. Agreed, a difference of 180₹ is not that huge or we can’t pay that sum, but getting a free discount in any form will always be joyful if you know how it really feels. The driver and my friend didn’t realise what exactly happened at that particular moment but after we rushed out of the place I told them the discount benefit we got making us a shoplifter without actually wanted to be one, at this moment. It has the same feeling like the irritating the local shopkeeper outside your college where you have shoplifted few chocolates just to tease him and having fun in getting free chocolates will always be joyful.

I somehow convinced to the driver to let me driver for certain stretch, I really can’t skip the idea of not driving a car when I am on the highway and grabbing this opportunity was simply great. The Mumbai-Bengaluru highway has been a great road which I have seen many times but driving on it was simply more fun. My friend started to play Ed Sheeran’s “Castle on the Hill”

But I can’t wait to go home
I’m on my way
Driving at 90 down those country lanes
Singing to “Tiny Dancer”
And I miss the way
You make me feel
And it’s real

These lines were the perfect catalyst to make us high on the trip, even though we both visit Nasik regularly.

As night comes closer and we both were tired as hell from this long journey we eventually dozed off around 9 o’clock which was way earlier than we expected. Around 3 in the morning I woke up with a jerk that I missed out the early bus to Nasik. The driver assured me we are on right track and but kinda late like 30 mins or so. I came up the front seat and let my friend occupy the last seats completely. We reached Pune, Nashik Phatta around, 5 o’clock which was nearly 45 mins delayed from the E.T.A. which we had initially. We got fresh up at one of the local restaurant, adieu the driver who was the Angel for us (surely have to be in contact with him) and took the very next bus direct to Nasik.

7.30 am my phone starts ringing, Incoming Call… Maa… and my heart skipped a beat. “Good Morning Maa…” I said as I answered the phone call, “Good Morning so are you attending the Pooja or not?” Maa quickly questioned me. “Of course Maa, I’m about to reach by 9.30. I have left Pune a long time ago.” I replied to her question. “Wah! That’s great see you soon beta. Bye.” “Bye Maa.” It was the tiniest achievement which I was going to achieve in next couple of hours.

9.30 got a call from Dad, asking the same question that is I am attending the Pooja or not. Running late due to useless halts of the bus delayed me to reach me on time to Nasik, I said I’ll be home by 10 o’clock maximum, to which he replied “Let’s see, we are starting the Pooja hope you reach on time.” and disconnected the call.

And finally, I reached home by 10.05 am I think so because this paragraph is being written a day later after all the things being handled. Even though the Dark Side was strong making sure I don’t reach Nasik on time I somehow managed to reach home nearly on time because the force was with me. Really sorry for that Star Wars Puns, but this trip was the craziest one which I ever did. Period. Even my friend has reached home safely and called up the driver to know about his whereabouts he got another customer back till Bengaluru but he didn’t have the fun while going back like he did with us.

Nothing behind me, everything ahead of me, as is ever so on the road. – Jack Kerouac

Peace! ~ αm

 

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Friends with Benefits

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Well! It’s been months since the wonderful night that shocked me and ended up breaking my heart. The night where every touch of her against my skin made me aware of my sensations, desires and feelings. That night, I fell madly in love with her smile, her touch, those scary little brown eyes, her soothing embrace, Her!

In the darkness of that night, I had found my light a-a light that was supposed to enlighten my soul but instead ended up burning my heart. Somewhere between trying to shield my heart along with my self-respect from my newly found best friend, I broke into a million pieces. All that was left of me was a mess of shattered emotions.

Every moment of that night, mends my heart a little, glueing its cracks together with hope. A hope that someday in her little brown eyes it won’t be just lust but also a reflection of her love for me. A hope that even her lips will curve into a smile every time they brush against mine.

But, thinking about those scary eyes makes me shudder, bringing me back to reality. And the reality is that no matter what, neither am I ever going be held by those arms again nor will her eyes ever reflect a love for me – a love that I have always longed for.

So, that is how a night with my friend with benefits took away both, my best friend as well as the benefits that came with her.

(P.S.: This is originally written by a fellow member, Isha! A huge shout out for her for letting me post this on my blog. You can follow her here.)

Peace! ~ αm

The Mask!

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Have you seen his mask fall off and reveal the true beauty?

Have you ever seen a guy open his heart in front of you and shown the tiny bits of his emotions? Have you ever heard about the things that he loves the most and those that hurt him? These pieces are probably the best things to listen to. In this world where they are expected to show their strength, witnessing their vulnerable side is an experience in itself.The way he will talk about what makes him happy with that shy smile and twinkle in his eyes will make you the most patient listener in the world. The way he will blush on telling you about the little things he likes about you and the hopes that he has will probably sound better than the sweetest of poetries. The way he’ll brush his hair aside and with a slight smile check your reaction will show his innocence. He’ll hesitate to open up because that is something that he has never done, but when he does, you’ll know what the true definition of a beautiful heart is. Not only will his hesitant nature be beautiful in

The way he will talk about what makes him happy with that shy smile and twinkle in his eyes will make you the most patient listener in the world. The way he will blush on telling you about the little things he likes about you and the hopes that he has will probably sound better than the sweetest of poetries. The way he’ll brush his hair aside and with a slight smile check your reaction will show his innocence. He’ll hesitate to open up because that is something that he has never done, but when he does, you’ll know what the true definition of a beautiful heart is.

Not only will his hesitant nature be beautiful in its own way but also pure. It will be pure because not everybody would have had a chance to enter his heart. It’ll amaze you when you would know things that he feels and thinks and how pretty they sound. Trust me, even the annoyance and hatred that he holds will sound something real when he lowers his voice and keeps his heart in front of you.

It is a rare sight that you get to know about his fears. His fears of failing his people and the fear of losing what he cherishes the most. That fear is a sign of his fragility, those broken lines that allow the light to enter and make life a little brighter. It shows the love that resides in his heart. The best part will be when he will talk about the hopes he has and the dreams that he wants to turn into reality. What will make you feel happy will be the little things he appreciates about you, little things that

What will make you feel happy will be the little things he appreciates about you, little things that makes him happy. He may not do this regularly or talk easily about everything that he has in his heart, but when he does, listen. Listen to the lowest of rhythms and sing along every beat. He may be nervous and have his own fears, but hold his hand and let him know that his heart is the prettiest amongst the art that resides on the planet.

He may be nervous and have his own fears, but hold his hand and let him know that his heart is the prettiest amongst the art that resides on the planet.

Cherish this side of his for this vulnerability will make you go weak in the knees and the reason why you’ll want to hold his hand forever.

P.S.: This is written by a fellow member, Tanvi! A huge shout out for her for letting me post this on my blog. You can follow her here.

Peace! ~ αm

Desperate?

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So today morning I was at a Medical Store for buying medicine for usual cold, and the next thing which happened didn’t shake me but surely made me raise the question on the current generation. The incident was, a girl in her sweet sixteen comes up and ask for a contraceptive pill. Have we become desperate enough that we are exploring sex as if it is just a casual thing?

The next thing I know I got the flashback of when I first kissed a girl. The first question that struck my mind was, what age I was when I had my first kiss? It was in my early 22s, surely it was a special girl but the thing was we both were mature enough of what we are doing. I am not trying to say I’m some saint who did things on right time. But surely trying out things with someone at a really early age and taking contraceptive pills in early age will bring issues in the later stage of the life when you’ll be really seeking to conceive a child (which is the best feeling you may surely have).

Roam around the lover spots in your city and you’ll find at least 25% couple who are physically involved with each other in public. That’s completely fine to show love to that special one but we should know when and where we are doing so, there’s nothing wrong with showing affection to someone we know in front of other people but at the same time we should realise in what mindset of people we are in, are they open minded than cheap thinking people who may just pass a comment like “Wow, great live show! No need to watch porn tonight.” (I’ve actually heard this line getting used for a couple while I was movie theatre with my friends)

A decade before, couples were really shy to holds hands in public and now we are on edge of making love in public, sorry I said making love, rather I should say having sex. Now with an eye towards the western world approach we’ve started taking things in a lighter way. One of the example which strike while writing so is that due to the climatic condition in the west women wears a bikini for so-called Sunbath. Whereas we do not need such a trend because it’s warmer here. But we fail to recognize this reality and think that we’re being oppressed when not being supported.

One thing is for sure we all have surely lost of making moments special because we are seeking sexual pleasure rather than seeking gala moment just at the fitting time. Anytime someone tries to seek advice from me over the topic of sex only speech gets played in my mind from a very infamous movie, 17 Again. 

That tiny speech is “No. No. You know what? He’s right. He’s right. I don’t need one. You know why? You know why I don’t need one? Because there’s no one I’m in love with. It’s called ‘making love’ isn’t it? Maybe I’m old-fashioned, but I think that means you do it with someone you love… and preferably when you’re married. You know? When you’re ready to take that love and turn it into a baby.Because that’s what love is. It’s that first moment when you hold your baby girl and you didn’t know that anything could be so small or so delicate and you feel that tiny heartbeat and you know that you couldn’t love anything more in the whole world. And you hope that you can do right by that little girl and always be there to catch her when she falls and that nothing ever hurts her. Not a broken arm, or a bad dream, or a broken heart.” (Full Script / Youtube Clip)

I’d a friend who was just in a relationship so that he can sleep with the girl every now and then, I spoke to him once what exactly are you trying to seek with this kinda relation, he simply answered it is better to be a sex addict than being a drug addict. That answer of his shook me, not because he felt sex is better than drug but he felt sex should be an addiction which he should enjoy on regular basis.

There are many such incidences which I’ve heard from girls and guys while growing up and their perspective on what sex is for them, and every time I come across the views it makes me think only one thing. Have we become so desperate for sex?

What are we actually doing? Does anyone know?

“I guess it’s exercise, healthy diet, lots of water, lots of laughter, lots of sex — yes, sex, we need that as human beings. It’s healthy, it’s natural, it’s what we are here to do.” – Cameron Diaz

Peace! ~ αm

 

 

Imperfectn!

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Perfection? We all seek the perfection in everything, the things we buy, the things we fall in love with, the person who wants to be a part of life nearly everything. But are we ourselves perfect?

Before answering yes, let’s go through few points.

When was the last time you brought a flawless product let it be anything? I doubt that has happened anytime soon with anyone. So considering that we cross out the products perfection from this piece of the article altogether, maybe we shed some light on it someday later.

Let talk about humans, uh huh?

I am ready to take an open challenge for anyone who claims to be Mr or Ms Or Mrs Perfect, to prove them they aren’t one and frankly, no one needs to be completely perfect. We are imperfect for a specific reason and that is because the person with whom you will probably share your life has all the things perfect which you are imperfect at.

Let’s take one of my close friends examples, he is one the biggest nerd who is crazy about food and money, for most of the part he perfect for selection of food stuff but when it comes to financing man he is damn perfect about his level, I won’t say, he’s a  financial genius but he is perfect but he is damn imperfect when it comes to care for someone or have proper genuine feelings for a human being, man it is a big no-no when it comes to making a bond with girls especially. His response to this will be lame, if you have money you’ll get a girl, I agree he will surely get some hot lady but that person will be a gold digger (Gold Digger are people who make a relationship with anyone just for the sake of money). Initially when I was worried about this behaviour of his I tried to make him understand, manipulated him and what not but now I don’t take that initiative not because I’ve given up on him it is because I have learned the cycle of life, that one day the lady who will become in life which will be his forever will be perfect in that parameter of life. She will teach him how to be perfect with emotions.

Let’s take a plot summary from a movie, The Matchbreaker.

The guy who falls for a girl in high school ends up being in love her for the whole time, so whenever he gets into the relationship he ends up breaking them by giving 7 specific justification why the girl isn’t perfect. Later when the love of her life returns back into the town he comes across and a new bond develops between them eventually both falling for each other until one day he realises that she isn’t the perfect girl he pictured all the time she is one hell of a messy girl while organising thing at her home sweet home. This flaw starts disturbing him, but eventually, he learns that no one is perfect in this world, so he stays stuck to the fact she is the perfect one for him.

And yes, even I’m not perfect at all, for instance, I can tell areas where I’m the worst, that’s managing or organising things, I love things organised but for me, it is really hard to keep up with an organised place. There are few more things where I have tried my hand to be nearly as perfect but now I don’t even wanna be close to it, I just want to take that part be learned about it but do not want to be perfect about it.

I’m not at all trying to picture that the person who will be stuck with you for the rest of the life, just throw your imperfect responsibilities on them and leave it altogether rather you’ll learn about your flaw from someone which will actually make a difference in your life. And never ever be perfect in that thing because what’s your better half for then?

“Too late, I found you can’t wait to become perfect, you got to go out and fall down and get up with everybody else.”
― Ray Bradbury, Something Wicked This Way Comes

Peace! ~ αm

Hide and Seek!

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Today we all have a bad habit of hiding our feelings from the people whom we are close to. This is where we start to mess things up. But this is not the only issue we all face. We hide our feelings from our close ones and yet expect them to understand us, without we telling them what is going on in our mind. I agree, but does it really work this way?

As a kid, we end up doing some things that are not to be done at that particular age, but somehow we end up doing it. Eventually, we have a bag of mixed feelings. On one hand, feeling an accomplishment that none other kid has achieved what you have. On the other, fear of not letting parents have any knowledge of our mischief. So in the fear of how our parents will react, we start hiding things from parents. To save ourselves from the scare of our parent’s reaction, we hide our joyous accomplishment. This is just one feeling, this is how and where things start to build and hiding of our emotions.

Then, as you grow, you hit puberty and start falling for that adorable girl in your class or the cute guy next door. We talk to them with butterflies in our stomach but never dare to express our feelings in the panic/hesitation of hearing a ‘No’ from that person.

Let’s jump a few years when we are reasonably adult, in our mid-20s, trying to gather all our stuff in a perfect manner in which we have secretly dreamed off. Also somehow things are working in proper synchronisation as we expected over the years but then again coming to camouflaging our feelings, the close friend for whom you had fallen for eventually and dreamt of having a life together, we do not express ourselves fearing to lose that beautiful friendship.

We don’t share the disagreement in front of our boss and be his pet to save the job and gain extra bonus at the end of the year. We start hiding our feelings to our siblings in making them happy enough while struggling with our own mess.

So, next time try to be expressive to the people you care the most for and even make them comfortable to express. Because everyone’s heart somewhere wants to sing along this music piece.

If you love me, don’t let go
If you love me, don’t let go

Hold
Hold on
Hold on to me
‘Cause I’m a little unsteady
A little unsteady

Unsteady by X Ambassadors

Peace! ~ αm

Lies!

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We all lie one way or other every single day. Either we lie to someone dear or we lie to someone in our professional life or we lie to ourselves, but there isn’t a single day where a normal human being won’t lie.

We all lie due to some or the other reason. Right from childhood, we started lying, for instance; when we failed to complete our homework, we lied that we forgot to bring our notebook. Even our parents lied to us while bribing us to complete a house chore or to complete our studies. (I’m not saying they bribed always with lies many times they completed those bribes too but still). When we grew up we started lying at home, college about our academics, friends, outings and what not. The frequency of lying surge as we grow older, to hide one truth we end up saying more and more lies.

Before you start banging your head trying to know what am I really trying to address in here, I will come to point but just before that I would like to ask you a question.

Are you biased when your lie is for protecting the main cause of your own and when others lie on similar grounds we end up being offended?

If your answer is yes, it is completely Okay to behave in this manner as we are human beings. We’re selfish and to some extent being selfish is perfectly fine. The place where we are living we only receive genuine care from our parents because we are their kid (this line was shared my a close friend of mine), except than that the person who has given you the actual feeling of a parent can only give you those genuine care without being selfish. But still, we all will keep on lying to our kids or to whom we treat them as our kid.

We all know, what goes around comes back around, so if we eventually lie all the time we can not expect the person will shower up with all the truth.

Ask yourself once should we really get disturbed by a lie which has been revealed later with the truth? Today, I have an answer for this. We should not be disturbed for our whole life because we are all human beings and we all lie to each other just to keep a trust with our closed ones and later reveal it just because we need to take off the burden of lying in the first place and this only happens with the people with whom we have that beautiful connection. Surely we all should get disturbed with lies but also accept them at the level at which we got disturbed with the fact as one day you’ll be on the same stage where you placed the opposite person.

This is a life friend, and it is only when we realise it’s completely natural and genuine that the person who lied to us did so for the benefit of both. As once said, saying a single lie said for a genuine purpose is better than saying thousands of truth. So, do lie but make sure you are able to freely express the truth for whom you care and they can really understand the situation in which you had lied.

We all end up lying just to hide our actual feelings, thinking the truth will be a disaster for them. But learn to accept the lies and forgive them and tell the truth which you have lied about at the correct time.

There is quote, Hurt me with the truth but never comfort me with a Lie. I would like to rearrange them in more effective manner.

Hurt me with the Truth only when I am in a state of mind to accept it, as you are comforting me for my own good.

Peace! ~ αm