Everytime she laughed, he wished she had a rewind button so that he could watch her laugh again, n again, n again.
How I love listening to you laugh!
Are you sure?
May 30, 2007 at 2:09 pm (Uncategorized)
I was enjoying my siesta and I hate inane conversations at such hours.
Trrrring Trrring…
Me: Hello!
Her: Good Afternoon sir!
Me: Good Afternoon!
Her: Sir, Is this Vijay Kumar?
Me: Nah! You have the wrong guy. No Vijay Kumar at this numbah.
Her: Is this xxxxxxxxxx?
Me: Yes.
Her: Then I want to speak to Vijay Kumar.
Me: Lady! There is no Vijay Kumar at this number. This is my number and I am not Vijay Kumar.
Her: Are you really sure?
My siesta’s taken a vacation. I am on high alert. My muddled brain wrankled out of its depths of sleep-a-land. My thoughts go amok. I blink for like a zillion times. My disbelieving brain refuses to acknowledge the question. Is this for real? I think perhaps I am dreaming. Just to be sure I pinch myself.
Ouch!
I aint dreaming it. The question must be for real. I refuse to accept the question and say:
What?
Her: Are you really sure that you are not Vijay Kumar?
(What the fuck? What am I not sure about? I am confused. Am I really Vijay Kumar in real life and I have been masquerading as I know myself to be all the while?)
Me: I am positive that I am not Vijay Kumar.
Her: Dont kid me sir. I know you are Vijay Kumar.
Me (flabbergasted): ????? Look lady. You just have the wrong number. I aint no fucking Vijay Kumar. Do you understand what I am saying?
Her: I am very sure I am speaking to Vijay Kumar. I have the number from his credit card application. Why will he give me a wrong number when he wants the card?
Me (At my wits end): How do I know about that dumbfuck?
Her: If you really want the card, please contact XXXXXXXXXX.
Me: I AINT VIJAY KUMAR. I……
Beep beep beep…. the call disconnects.
What a dipshit?
:(
May 27, 2007 at 2:45 pm (Uncategorized)
When I look into my past, sometimes I abhor myself for the choices I made. I am disgusted with my ineptitude and my reluctance to perserve in the struggle to achieve what I want. The sickening realisation is that I had hardly struggled, I have never known when I wasnt happy. I should have hung in there and made my dreams come true.
Hurt
May 15, 2007 at 9:55 pm (Uncategorized)
“I am disappointed with you.”
These words hurt more than anything else. The realisation that you are a disappointment, an embarrassment to someone you adore is miserable. It feels like someone has stabbed straight through your heart with a pointed knife. A pain searing through your soul. It does not matter whether you are right or wrong. Even if you know you have done nothing wrong, it hurts. It does not matter if you are sensitive or not to other’s opinions about you. In the end these words hurt you.
Muddled Muses
May 15, 2007 at 1:55 pm (Introspections)
My dad says that I look stoic, but I bottle up emotions. I do not let my emotions show. This was all when I was in my teens. I still carry that tag. I bury my emotions deep in my psyche. After all these years, I realise: I do not bottle up my emotions. I am just unemotional I guess.
I think I somewhere down the lane lost emotions, or being emotional. I do not anymore know if I am emotional. I have been observing myself a lot. I realise that I do not think too much about anything. I read a lot of books and stories. It is the story that impresses me. Not the emotional content of the story. I do not even perceive if a character is being emotional or not. The melodrama is just words or pictures for me.
Does being unemotional mean I am insensitive. I do not think so. I find myself sensitive to almost everything. I cannot bear to watch my loved ones cry or be sad. I had do anything to cheer them up. I am sensitive in that way. But is being sensitive emotional. I do not know.
Yes darling! I do agree that I am unemotional.
I want to break free
May 15, 2007 at 1:29 pm (Introspections)
Futility of living a monotonous life. The pointlessness of wasting away one’s life in a routine time-framed, salaried job. Restricting ourselves and not backing oneself enough to achieve a lot more. Convincing oneself that they are incapable of doing everything one ever wanted.
My life needs a makeover. Major over-hauling is needed in the way I perceive my life, my future, my thoughts, and everything ‘Me’.
I make a deliberate attempts these days to bring a change. But, I fail succumbing to my habitual procrastination.
I want to break free.
Not that, I have my life going wrong at the moment. On the contrary, life is at a stalemate. Good. I can be content if I manage to. But, I am not content. I am restless to do something. I do not know what the something is. But, I have to do something.
I want to break free from the unknown into the unkwown. Ironical, huh?
Highs
May 14, 2007 at 1:18 pm (Lists, Random musings)
Taking a cue from one of the blogs I randomly stalked. Thanks for the idea matey!
Dear Anonymous Blogger,
I came across this idea while random blog-surfing. I dont remember your URL to link-back. So, here is acknowledging your idea for this post.
Here are a few highs in my life.
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Lying on bed and listening to the rain
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Snuggled up on winter mornings, rain outside, and your fav song playing in the radio
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Lying in bed on winter mornings and reading a book
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Dancing in the rain
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Early morning fresh, crisp, and clean air flowing through your lungs
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The wind rushing through your face at high speeds
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Nature sounds in serene surroundings
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The mountains
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The sky
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Sunset and Sunrise
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Nature
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Adventures
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Sleep
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Ice-creams at extremely cold temperatures
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Falling in Love
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Waking up to your love every morning
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Warm breath of your love on your neck
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Cuddling up with your love and watching TV
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Wrestling your love
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Kissing in the rain
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Making love to your love
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I Love Yous, I Miss Yous
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Hugs and kisses
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Dark chocolate melting in your mouth
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Laughing till your insides hurt
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Family bonding
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Laughing silly
- Laughing at oneself
