Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Most of the times I wonder what life would have been without words, without a language / communication or without a mode to express what lies deep within each of us!
we do speak and express what we want to, sometimes not with the precise meaning we wanted to convey, more often depends on the listener too, on the way he perceives the world around. Is he/she understand us, close enough, is a good listener? What we understand from the chit-chats, or the social gatherings and conversations over a cup of brewed coffee sometimes initiated and directed by us, most of the times by the other people involved in the venture is that each one of us is unique in our own ways!

cliched it is ! but worth a mention here "words have a life of their own"
People live and die, but their words are read /listened to and spoken all over sometimes as a source of inspiration for the next generation/youthful people.

Ahh, now I shall be writing about the unintended conversation I had with him and resulted into much which I did not anticipate.

Starting over with a light banter that's How we started seeing each other, which I shall say might not sound so urban and contemporary to most of the youth of my age , but truly it was in its unique way.

I did most of the talking, he sipping his coffee wondering what I am like, is it what he is exactly needing to fill the inevitable void the circumstances have created in his very own life?

certainly, he was different from the lot I had seen and observed keenly before, I shall say much different! :P ( he was definitely not deranged )

An age gap of 4 years and experience too, but somehow he made me feel different and pleasant in his company, cant be used to describe the masculinity of many bloke, but he was beautiful inside out.

His eyes spoke of truth, his ultra clean heart and his voice was symphonic for the night lullabies,
You wanted to caress him affectionately with your hands and let him know that someone's around sweetheart, take off the fear and loneliness/worries that keeping haunting you in the dark.

Okay! now a break! holy smoke! i can write too, well for him and about him, anytime!



Friday, March 9, 2012

Rendezvous With My inner self :)

Sorry for the typo;) made while creating a name for my first blog.
Rendezvous actually means a secret tryst between two lovers at a certain place/at a predecided time.
I wanted to have this space for myself so that I can just keep on scribbling/feeling/writing and letting everything out which I have ever wanted to share with someone whom I trust a little more than myself ;)

Even i had told this to you too my bwoy ( my better half/my soul partner ) in that mail which i wrote you when I just wanted to let out everything i felt at that moment , Mrs. Mrichandani ..urghh !
Yes, she is one hell of a woman I have ever met..she is cruel,fake,cleverer than the rest of mankind,and certainly a split personality.C'mon meet her if you do not b'leve this..her Spectacles right at the tip of her nose , her 6 inch wide forehead/prettier than any other woman of her age (laugh!! wont you ;) )and nevertheless, Face is the index of the soul!.
Also , what is beautiful is not always good but what is good is always beautiful.

feeling drowsy/a little exhausted ..it was definitely a long-tiring day again.but day shifts are far better than the ones I had somehow managed in IBM.
Good Night!
Bon-nui!