*Wink*

All consumed and moving with the beat

I stepped into the bus and looked for a seat

An incensed nudge opened my eyes

The up's and down's

Bumped her aside.

I stood up giving her a subtle strike

Turned my back to the glares and the strife

With an add-in volume 

Adjusted the track

Made an effort but never came back.

Set to go 

With a look of recession

What made my day was the

 Wink with that passion.

Understand

David , Divyam and me (From the left)

I am living lovingly. I understand a lot now.They understand a  lot now. It was a transition , It was a process , It was a period. I am always learning , I have learnt a lot. I have a special friend , I am blessed. I am loved. His name suggests so , He is divyam. Here is a leaf out him.

We fear. We are scared. We are scared to take decisions , We worry about the results . We don't want to achieve because we don't want to. We see ourselves in others. Be proud of what you think , The aura and that feeling is so pristine. We don't have to be ashamed of what we think. See through your eyes , not others.

We pretend , wear masks. We have a fear of not being understood. Because we don't want to be understood.We don't want anyone to know us , The real us , We never let anyone come near us . We keep pretending :

pretending to be happy , when we aren't

pretending to be mature , when we aren't

pretending to know , when we don't

pretending to be unique , when common

pretending to be successful , to be successful

pretending to be strong , when weak

pretending to love , when we hate

pretend to be living , when we aren't

We have become complex  and not lucid. We are social. We want to  love , We want to be loved. We are common behind that mask. We survive on love. We are still children , We were taught to be truthful , We were taught to be honest , We used to smile without thinking.We have not changed , We are subject to abstraction.We all think we are strong and we can live alone but :

We all want to share our stories ,

We all want someone to interfere in our lives,

We all want someone to take care of us,

We all want someone to look at us and grin,

We all want to love and to be loved,

We want to live free,

Beyond boundaries,

Beyond everything.

Just everything.

We are still hungry,

Hungry for concern.

We still want to be truthful,

To be honest , fearless , proud of ourselves.

We can change the people around us , We can inspire , We can give them courage. Courage to fight. Courage to stand. Courage to face . We run away , We are not helpless. We can always try , try to be better , try to conquer , try to be more courageous. Every problem has a common solution ,Love. It certainly has many dimensions. We have to make people feel comfortable , We have to give those vibes. They will trust , They will believe , They are not alone , We all are together. We are one. 

We expect a lot , We do good and expect. Never expect , Keep loving to be better. You will be surprised. You will enjoy. You will be free. We keep feeling bad , We wait. We keep on waiting. 

The wait doesn't get over but something does.

My Sister

Shweta(My sister)

The relationship between Brother and Sister is indeed admirable.Nothing more rejoicing than playing with her.Nothing more content than watching her speak and speak, Nothing more innocent than her juvenile acts. Must confess that we are not talking to each other for more than three days now but I am rest assured that she might get stuck with some Calculus problems sooner rather than later.

I remember writing a poem (Read here) on her last birthday as a present , not to forget her favorite chocolate cup cake but what she did was something I would cleave to forever. It was around 12 and I was busy attending phone calls (One after the other). Everyone else was sleeping. I heard a steel sound in the kitchen but I did not care.Then came the surprise , "You don't want your cake ,Happy birthday " , she said. I was still on phone but just managed to get off it. She had made a fruit chat (putting anything and everything that was available ) , It had tomato ketchup sprinkled over it and a fork dug deep inside. I started eating it and then looked at her for once , "What happened , You don't like it? ",she asked.  Warmth , Authority and Buzz , I could see everything in her eyes that day. I hugged her thereafter. 

Without such subtle yet beautiful moments, Life would have lost it's charm.

Amity

I am a graduate now and must say more than anything, I am happy that I won't have to visit my college again (Almost ! Would someone attend that convocation for me ?). These four years have to be an important facet  of my life , Became a web-addict , got collective , two good outings , some lifetime friends and  a  lot of unavoidable situations to say the least. My acute humor was on display every now and then when there was no one to understand it , The discerning  one -liners to flatter girls were left begging to be understood , never getting the kickback they deserved. I remember saying , "You have Vodka written all over eyes" to a girl which landed me into a lot of trouble , not to forget she did turn this class of appreciation into filth while enumerating all this in Hindi to her boyfriend . Some people who did come to know about it never left a moment to banter me , saying " Teri ankhon me nasha hai" (Just a translation in hindi but looks a bit cheap for comfort,Arghh! ). Flash on , I love you(just casually) went perfect with every other girl when I was in first year, and  had just started to talk with them , You can remove the braces a little later if you like and but would you understand that I am not trying to hit on you!

 There wasn't a single week when i hadn't come back to my city from college , I had  taken hostel there (The place was around 2.5- whatever hours from chandigarh) , Some times I had to wait for more than two hours  for half an hour of distance in that scorching heat. You are  lucky if you are able to get a seat in those buses and the one's trying to get in  the bus keeping both hands in their pockets somewhat like me , They are in for something really big.  For Girls and aged one's,  I thought it was agonizing to stand all the way or getting dragged down everywhere , That broke me seriously.

My mother did pack my bag all those four years ( and even now ) , Everyone wondered why I brought such a full bag when I don't stay at hostel for more than 4 days , when I don't eat anything from the mess ? Or why do I travel so much back and forth from chandigarh to hostel. Mum always used to  tell me which thing was in which pocket , Though she knew I was going to call her when I am not able to figure out anything. Papa always say , "When will he learn to do a thing , Don't do anything for him else i won't have dinner/breakfast/lunch"(Keeps changing)  . Food , that is the only thing all of us use to make Mumma  surrender , She can't see anyone of us  skipping even a meal. I know I am not very responsible but I love the look on my Mom's face when I am about to leave and she hands me my bag , Such tenderness and amity I hope remains forever.

We can love anything and everything in this world , Love has much larger dimensions than many of us think. I love you.