Why

Why doesnt it seem to hurt anymore? Have we become so independent or so busy? Very few people crave intimacy..the kind that makes u laugh in company and smile in its absence..

Why are things so complicated? Why cant we just make a little more effort and straighten things out..

Why do we blame everything on change..is it so easy to change almost a lifetime of feeling?

Why do things change without a tangible reason..What ignites it..

Why does everyone still feel lonely? But refuse to reach out..

Why are we so hesitant..why are we afraid of establishing our right?

Why am I no longer able to understand these things..

Why does it seem it to hurt me? Do I need to grow up?

I Dont want to..If it means not being able to talk things over..

Why am I so scared and upset..Am I the only one?

People Like Them

People Like Them feel Isolated with Intimate Friends

And Talk Nineteen to Dozen to keep away their Mind's Din

People Like Them lie to Protect Others' Feelings

And wallow in their own Sadness and end up hurting the Others in any case

People Like Them Seem to be the Best at everything

But in Reality are constantly Fighting a Surge Within

People Like Them Lend Advice and a Patient Ear

Hoping that Some day it will be Reciprocated when they require

People Like Them Fight for their Pals with the World

Only to realize it ain't really gonna happen in Return

People Like Them Seek Happiness with Friends and Family

And are Misconstrued as Social Butterflies

People Like Them stand for the Right

But the Person Happens to be Wrong

People Like Them bring Together the Unknown

And then become Dispensable to Everyone Known

People Like Them face Rejection at all Walks of Life

But Still find enough Redemption to Move On and Smile

People Like Them are Forever Insecure

Contrary to the Portrayal of I-Can-Handle-All

People Like Them Are in a Tug-of-War

Between Wanting to be Discovered yet Remain Strong.

Bombay trip

I am back after a super social action packed weekend with d guys in bombay! My checklist:

• Spend time with chitti n bro. Done.
• Flirt with Him. Done.
• Go to Shack. Done.
• Get Sloshed. Almost Done.
• Talk things out with Him. Done.
• Check out Her new place. Done.
• Play with the cute kid next door. Done.
• Meet P. Done.
• Go to Poptates. Done.
• Dance on Nirma @ Enigma. Not Done.
• Get hot haircut. Done.
• Meet S, A and D after ages!! Done.
• Go to Prithvi. Done.
• Go to Mondy's for Breakfast. Not Done.
• Spend time wid A. Not Done.
• Bump into known people at randon places. Done.
• Spend time wid Sis. Done
• Brave Bombay Monsoons. Done.
• Get my Degree(S). Done!!
• Drink Cutting at tappli during rains. Done.
• Walk around in flooded Bombay. Done.
• Foot all bills and feel all grown up. Done.
• Buy Cute umbrella, Hot bag. Not Done.
• Make my family meet friends' family. Done.
• Buy Scotch for Dad. Done.
• Gossip! Done.
• Go to Alfa. Done.
• Fight with the College Management. Done.
• Take mom dad on Sea Link. Not Done.
• Visit Sea Link myself (with Sis). Done.
• Graduation Party at Hard Rock. Done.
• Not Sleep a Wink. Done.
• Return home with Salary Gone. Done.

So all this resulted in me missing office on Wednesday too. So 3 LWPs for me. Poor kunju!

Change

He though he overcame it

he thought it was gone

But it creeps up on him

Like a needling thorn

His throat constricts

Eyes flood over

His breath fails him

The pain the only power

Deeper he delves

Linking failures to each other

lost in the labyrinth

he struggles to holler

In the anguish he remembers

the times dat r past now

But try as he may, he cannot help

compare the present how

They say change governs existense

But we never question intent

what if it was never present

D intent dat is a granted clause?

Delhi..bombay..delhi

Delhi..Bombay..Mumbai..Dilli..i think I will always run around in circles between these two..Ive lived in Delhi for 18 years and now am back..for good I hope. But Bombay has made me what I am now. 5 years in the city..it will always hold that special place..a lot
of firsts the city has given me..and u never forget your firsts do u..however embarrassing? On the Contrary..more embarrassing the better..:)

Somehow I am always incomplete..a part of me is missing..i am always longing. In Delhi i want the beach, the crowd..d 'itna paisa meh itna ich milenga', Marine drive, d responsibility of living alone..in Bombay i want the history..the roads..d rustic tenor..d not getting up from razai in winter mornings..d security of home.

And I am so tired of Bombay vs. Delhi. I love u both! each is great in its own right..I will always love u..Delhi is the very essence of me..beginning from kohl rimmed eyes..my straight f

orward demeanor..my love for cotton and winter..bombay taught me how to survive..losing friendship..losing my home..losing hope..but still holding on!

Leaving a city is bitter-sweet always..u will always crave for home..but in a tiny corner of your heart the city lives on. Break-ups are similar..u will always miss the moments u shared..but u continue to where your life is beckoning. Either cases don't present us with options eh?

I have spent a good amount of time as a hosteler loving this song..now back home..the song retains its importance:

Kehne ko saath apne ek duniya chalti hai..par chupke is dil meh tanhayee palti hai

Bas yaad saath hai..teri yaad saath hai