Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Day Dreams

I step out and pull on the robe of anything I want to be.
Painting a picture of all that my heart fantasizes.
I crown myself the beautiful princess in the white robe,
Whom the knight pulls on his horse galloping away to the faraway land.

I put on my dancing shoes with the cute pink dress.
Like a graceful ballerina I dance to my hearts content.
The stage is exuberant with every move I make.
My body swaying to the music like I own the world.

That VJ takes me to the land of MTV or channel V,
Where I am the coolest hippest girl, yapping all the way.
The Miss. India fits me into her flowing gown, where
I am ready with prompt repartee, people applauding for me.
The stunning actress pulls me into the most dramatic scene,
I play the part with panache and drama right away

I paint my own pictures, I sing my own songs
I come back to my world where I am my parent’s princess;
Waiting for my knight in shining armor.
I dance my heart out to all the music that plays.
I yapp away with my friends who believe I am cool.
I try to rack my brains for the wittiest response;
Sometimes its bulls eye sometimes I am such a fool.
The actress in me keeps dramatizing the way I speak,
Sometimes with hands and sometimes it’s the face.

Day dreams, painting 1000 colors with one stroke.
Day dreams, singing the same song with a different tune.
Day dreams, dancing to the same number with different moves.
Day dreams, a playground for the imagination to run wild.
Day dreams, a solace in boring lectures and meetings.

All religions will pass, but this will remain: simply sitting in a chair and looking in the distance. ~V.V. Rozanov

Thursday, March 20, 2008

Cheers to LOVE ....

Living in a long distance is not easy for them either. She remains more concerned with the fact that he has to live alone. He, always the shy person. She, a non-stop chatterbox. Both, totally in love with each other.

The distance never got between them. Every now and then he picks up the phone and dials his sweetheart. She follows the ritual too. By the end of the day calling each other at least 10-15 times a day. Phew!!! I guess they are a weird couple. Not the long lasting conversations but the small tit bits. But that is the substitute for not being able to see each other every single day. Let me clear a fact here. Even when they were not distanced they called each other at least 5 times a day. Of all the humongous number of calls that they made, by the time they dozed off at least one
“I Love You” has to be exchanged. No exception there.

He suffers form motion sickness to a very large extent. But even when he has a single holiday he rushes where his heart is. Traveling 3 hrs by bus to just watch that gorgeous face. That face which makes his heart still skip a beat. For you and me 3 hrs wouldn’t be a big deal. But when he reaches the doorstep all he does is fall down into the bed and relax. All this for being able to be with her.

It’s a Sunday morning; she as usual wakes up to her morning ablutions and is now in the kitchen preparing a healthy breakfast for her love, who she for some weird reason believes always comes from a place where there is draught. Coz the whole day, if she is not smothering him with love then she is filling him with food. Aaah!!!

The sleepy eyed man wakes up and rushes off to the kitchen, tip toes in there grabs her from behind and pecks her. And what a triumphant look he has in his eyes. Depending on her moods she plays her reaction. On a joyfully naughty mood she will push him aside and will act pricey. With the spoon or knife whichever she holds in her hands she will growl at him and ask him to keep his hands to himself. He being accustomed to this will just pull her towards him once more. She wanting exactly the same. And both burst into a fit of laughter.(What’s so funny I don’t understand.)

The whole day she will fuss about him.

In the evening they just sit besides each other with the cup of tea and watching nothing and everything on TV. Even when that’s all they are doing you could sometimes catch him playing with her hair. Or just curling his finger through her finger. (A plain act which synonyms to their feelings for each other.)

On their anniversary, they still surprise each other. A gift both will never forget. They totally love what the other person gets for them. Although very aware that they get it every time for each other, even then their faces light up when they see the gifts. (Children I tell you!!!)
He still takes her out for dinners (read date). But from the time he moved to a new place she will feed him only home made goodies (I told you she believes he lives in a draught place)

The totally amazing part being they don’t fight. They just don’t fight. The routine complaints of girls “He doesn’t call. He doesn’t message. He doesn’t pay attention”. No Chance. Well he doesn’t give her that opportunity. He loves adoring her. She loves taking care of him. They totally understand each other’s moods. They know when to leave alone or when to give a hug. They respect each other’s individuality and space. And they totally love each other too.

They have been living in a long distance for the past 5 years now. But still going strong. They love each other for the past 26 years. Yes that’s the time they have spent. The romance still steady like a couple just fallen in love.
Cheers to Mom n Dad!!!

I have debates with friends who think that love is crap. Marriage a pain or whatever words they can use it to abuse it.
But I still believe. How couldn’t I? The 2 people who have influenced me the most are so much in love, so romantic. And they never ever fight (that’s something I still don’t get). There is no way I am going to believe those people who haven’t been in love, let alone marriage.

Love you mom n dad.
Kuddos to Love…
True love cannot be found where it truly does not exist, Nor can it be hidden where it truly does.