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I’m not attracted to PYT’s. And I mean it. At least not to the ones as young (old) as myself, however unbelievably pretty. And I still mean it, for the attraction described here borders on prospect of love that could be. I’m off the hook for infatuations or daily crushes. They don’t happen anymore. Without me trying hard to not allow them to.

For reasons I might not know or can’t explain, I’ve come to believe that I’m karmically destined to fall for girls (women) older to me. I’ve been in the senior territory once, and returned with memories. Good ones. Never to be lost.

A lot of people (family included), with raised eyebrows, have attempted questioning my seeming disillusionment of obsessive shopping in the older section. All my acts in defense have mostly been labelled baseless rhetoric. And I think I’ve come to like that sort of disagreement: to not be able to explain yourself to people, and still be happy and firm about it.

I feel like trying again nonetheless, to you who’s crying “whydunnit?”

She’s seen more, at least more than me.
She knows more. Or definitely equal if not more.
She wants more, and I want her to want more.
She’ll give more. And what jackass won’t want more!

Makes sense?
Loud thinking. Narcissism. Demented sensibility.

I’m happily firm anyway!


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As you know, fair ladies and gentlemen, I’m not much of a fiction writer. I mean I’m not a “writer” in the sense of it either, but unlike some bloggers, I just can’t sit down and concoct an imaginative literary recipe. And I pretty much intend to continue not doing that, unless ofcourse some day I’m able to produce a pseudo real-life story, of my own life. And unless I intend you to understand what follows as having fictional resemblance.

So basically this is about a friend, male,and close acquaintance, very very close [or atleast so I want to believe], since the last four odd years. And about this another friend [or so I want to believe again], female, and decently familiar to say the least. And about how the two got together, by I can say pure coincidence, to the extent of classifying it as ‘fated’, an oracled coming-together!

Before we quickly reach any conclusions, let me tell you that till the time of writing this, they consider each other as ‘just friends’, and hence this is not going to be a fable of the love that was, and was not. Or perhaps it will be, cuz I remember when Harry met Sally, they realised they couldn’t remain ‘just friends’. Not for long basically.

So the story of our Harry and Sally began in a typical 21st century fashion. They met online, on Harry’s blog to be precise, whereby you know that their’s wasn’t a run-of-the-mill potentially romantic meeting, but had a subtle intellectual flavour. Sally blogged too, but the expression was rather incognito. Acceptable, cuz some blogs are very personal diaries, and women can have a lot of secrets, and surreal fundas. Anyway, so our Harry is a genius, saying which by the way attaches some cliched heroicism to his disposition. But nonetheless, his status as a blogger deserves more attention. Apparently Harry was a poet, dispatching his immaculate command on the Hindi and Urdu languages in the reluctant realms of his diary: ‘apparently’ because not one person who qualified to be his friend had confirmed ideas about the poet and his secretive asylum. That was till he decided to go public with his writing. It looked a perfectly timed action to me, non-deliberate ofcourse, probably because he’d been composing like a pro circa January ’07. And then the inevitable occured – he was discovered by our Sally one day, by certain networking measures, and their was an instant liking, to his poetic flow initially, and to the person soon after. And why not, your writing reflects on your person, and more often than not one is inclined to appreciate the writing and writer together.

And suddenly Harry seemed to have found his muse, in the form of a woman who loved his words, and the words now had a beautiful reason to better themselves. If I may take the liberty to say it, then our Harry had an all new motivation with his poetry, and mind you, a very strong thrust it was. Henceforth it got more intriguing, involving, interesting. Harry’s words had a fresh direction, a novel sense, a directed approach: they made a lot more sense than ever, and one could sense a personal touch, a deeper feeling to the poetic establishment. No wonder that Sally sensed it all: she’s a woman after all, and they are the undisputable know-it-alls! Conversations began, and with what passion! They were words in motion, amazing poetic fashion. Soon they were complementing each other, and when the talks seemed to jeopardise the gender-neutral sanctity of the blog, the focus shifted to more private media of communication.

However, another inevitable happened, and this time, the friends were the ones involved. As Harry and Sally discovered mutual interest, ofcourse in a friendly manner, it was Harry’s personal space that was invaded, much to the discomfiture of his friends. Our Harry got somewhat weird, almost to the end of being carried away. And obviously, his friendships within the same sex were the first casualty! In some uncanny frenzy, friends started to be kicked out of Harry’s room. The door was kept closed, and not opened at times as well for anyone. In case you were wondering how do I fit in here, well, mine was one of the first general relationships to be sacrificed, verbally, to be followed by intended physical kicks. And that was when I completely realised mine was a sore presence in the same room when Harry and Sally conversed virtually. Well, if the change was limited to that, me, and in fact no friend would have had an issue: I mean c’mon, we all understand a girl can be pretty effectual to a guy’s life, irrespective of the degree of involvement, and our characters were like reasonably bonded in no time. But then, that was not to be.

Sally seemed to hate me.

And I’d absolutely no clue why!

Yeah, there seemed to be some sort of disliking to my person in Sally’s mind, and she would sit and talk to Harry about it. The catch here is kinda unsettling – Harry would obviously tell me about it, being friends and activity partners for long. My only association with Sally seemed to be from my own blog, which she confesses to reading without fail. And thats even more perplexing cuz I cannot remember offending her ever! I believe she felt uneasy at Harry talking her to me, and while I don’t deny that happening, I intend to make it loud and clear that I’ve no particular urge to know anything remotely related to her if she’s uncool with it. The one thing that never fails to trouble me is baseless negative opinion anyone nurtures about me, and somehow Sally managed to do precisely that! I can’t entirely blame her either, cuz my dear friend Harry didn’t venture to obliterate the hatred ever, and I made sure to express my shock and disagreement at the same – which naturally made it slightly awkward between us. But then…

…I’ve a problem, which I’ve lately recognised as potentially very disturbing. I go out of my ways to keep people happy, often getting a raw deal in the process myself, but I would still do it. And post all this alien developments in the last few weeks, I think I’m sick and tired of playing all good. No one remembers it. No one appreciates it. No one understands it. It has become a very anti-altruist world, and I’m learning to play bad at times. Misunderstanding is one thing, and to build castles of grudge on top of that is another.

Anyway, the good part is, Harry and Sally continue to have fun together, and I can’t do without saying that am glad for them 🙂 Just cut me some slack, and return me my happiness!

So basically I was plain troubled with all the bad publicity coming from unexpected quarters for some time, and just had to puke it out. With all due apologies to Harry and Sally, if they read this [and find overstatements at places], but I’m a self-respecting man, and I’ll goddamn hurt back if hurt! And everyone should know, I do not spit venom unless absolutely required!

Disclaimer: Readers are kindly requested to avoid any form of opinion-making about anyone, excepting me. This was mostly about me, and Harry/Sally could well have been fictional props. Thank you!

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How bad can life get without a personal computer, that indeed was incredibly personal to me! Reading Mark Tully while sipping on beer in this discounted-for-IIT’ians pub, in the company of this guy who scribbled his totally impulsive poetry on the high-quality table napkins, was indeed some experience this evening. It’s hard to believe that getting rid of your computer can possibly be a life-twisting enterprise! I mean I have visited this same pub like thrice this week already, went for hookah yesterday with few getting-rich-soon guys, reading obsessively in the new year, breakfasting before morning lectures, and ofcourse, attending lectures as well! That’s not meeeee!

Anyway, met this friend who came down from Zurich, and got me yummy Swiss chocolates. Wish I didn’t have to confess, but her being irresistibly gorgeous did decently itch my singlehood! Sigh 😦

And Urvashi actually did a good thing by calling me up while I wasted away pubbing desperately. I pitched her with an if-available-then-lets-mingle request, but she ain’t quite ready yet! She offered to find me someone from the HT Matrimonial, which elicited a most extempore response – “shaadi ni karni oye! I’d rather stay single than permanently mingle right away!” Little did I realise, that wasn’t quite the perfect reply!

“Why do all men run away from commitment?”

Yep, I should have known this was coming! Because intuition works, and it did!

I couldn’t agree more with what you say Urvashi. The tougher part is explaining it in a man’s capacity! How am I at fault! The Creator hardwired such obstinately repulsive disposition in my cranium, and kicked me on this unfair planet!

How reasonable do I sound if I say women do get (much) more involved in relationships in later stages, while men are all romantically libidinous initially! I remember this from the Batman series – “never play with the affections of a woman in love”! I’m no Sigmund Freud Junior to create my own interpretation of how men and women feel differently when in love! But it’s probably not universally true without occasional fails. I mean there are stable, future-secured affairs involving doting duos! Perhaps having a girl in his life massages a man’s ego, makes him feel positive about himself, or may be completes him which most men might not want to confess to. While a man in her life is like a most beautiful event to a woman, which ain’t hard to believe considering its a feminine force working behind the scenes. It must mean something when women get to bear the offspring, and not men – they undoubtedly have this infinite capacity to love, at least decently more than most men! And not that men can’t love reciprocally: just that Mars’ians and Venus’ians feel a lot differently about it. A not-so obvious deviation in perspective is acceptable from the two sexes right!

This certainly is not the best and the maximum I could have spoken about it, but the sex-dependent parameters of love make like an unending debate. They think we jump at the mention of any variations of the word ‘commit’, but I guess its just a matter of perception. The love of a man unwilling to commit wouldn’t in all probability reduce itself. Not necessarily I mean. I could say men have a lot on their minds, equally if not more important than the love of a woman. So do the new-age women I guess. Its just that ladies attach overwhelming importance to a relationship, and they will show it, while the man just wouldn’t! He can’t. He should perhaps, but inherent helplessness is the word!

I just realised I’ve ceased being politically correct on my blog. Or perhaps Urvashi demanded a frank opinion!

I’m no sexist. Just the response to a misunderstood fundamental concept!

By the way, you could say men are like promiscuous bastards, unwilling-to-stop & settle beasts. That could save me some rebuttal here!

Guess some fired-up comments would aptly complete this banter!

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lonely, and not so much
broke, and I chose to
was I insensitive to change
things I can’t undo!

offended, failed, cheated
so much the blame on me
left alone, ruined it all
when none desired to go free

only if my eyes could be read
or my mind understood
cuz words fail to impress
a broken heart, the sapless wood

I saw it coming, yes I did
something had gone wrong
with tearful pangs lining the future
‘us’ merited imminent death, and we were strong!

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where was the poetry lost?
not that I was even close to Robert Frost!
but I always thought I could write
take away the words and the rhyme, what could possibly might?
oh I retrieve, it all started with love
yeah, the first love, and the charming dove!
did she take it all away?
did I lose it in her magical sway?
the one I owe this casual poet to
was she the one who orchestrated undo!
no it couldn’t be her
for me, she always had a prayer!
yet what arose of our communion
ended in a clueless pandemonium!
looks like “we” was not meant to be born
and as they say, life has to move on!
oh but the thought lingers
damn the love, it occasionally tinkers!
its just a heart, its small, its frail
feelings, hurt more than would a nail!
but that’s how life is
now a lost game, then a welcome fizz!
not that I don’t anymore care
I do see passion elsewhere
who says its hard to find, its just around
to bequeath love, capable souls abound!
still, the copiousness just wouldn’t suffice
once bitten, twice shy, oh that’s too much of an asking price!
but love, I have always found it
just that am afraid to commit!
only if destiny allow me a peep
since of the hundreds you meet, its a few you forever keep!
no more heartbreaks, don’t want another loss
its no delight terminating bonds, its crazy filthy moss!
often it is pleasurably fast
life, why does some of it so wearily last!
not all questions have answers
and perhaps those just form my worst fears!

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A Walk To Remember…

I continue watching a host of love stories. You might wonder if this is after love happened to me. Most certainly yes. And I am in complete awe of these movies made in Hollywood. They all seem to strike just the right chords everytime.

A Walk To Remember – another of the stock that keeps getting better. Pretty straightforward story of this handsome guy, popular with girls, definitive attitude. Until by some twist of fate he comes unwillingly in contact with this socially outcast girl in school, who wears the same sweater everyday, is crazy about her telescope, who dreams to witness a miracle. Naturally enough, we learn she`s the kind of girl every guy likes to be with in the long run. He discovers her : she`s got the capacity for limitless love, a most caring heart. He is changed. He falls for her. Her being not comfortable with kissing is agreeable to our casanova. He learns to dance with her. Then he gets to know the girl`s down with leukemia [blood cancer ..incurable basically]. The guy learns it the hard way. In first impression he feels cheated. Then the lover in him takes sway. She`s got to live a life in these few days. He builds a more sophisticated, powerful telescope for her. He`s beside her bed day and night at the hospital. She`s forever dreamt of marrying in the Church her mother did. It happens. She`s married at 18 and dies soon after.

If you`ve haven`t realised it yet, this guy was her miracle, she`d waited her whole life for. The one who brought cheers to the sickened lover. Who made dying both easy and painful for her : she`d be angry with God forever..for keeping her stay a rather short affair..and both complaining and grateful for introducing the guy during the last few scenes. Her faith in him made him believe in himself, his abilities. She went but ensured her [earlier rogue] guy got through to the medical school. Quite a poignant story being told here. Easily one of the best love stories I`ve seen. As usual, I`m moved. Deeply.

I want to love like him. It was selfless. It was only about giving. There was no ‘me’, just her. They smiled together. He cried with her : and even without her. He prayed, for her well being, for everything. Yes I`m learning what it is to love. She`s your only thought. She`s the one you had die for. You want to be her cocoon. You want to keep her safe. She`s your life. You want to give her everything. You`d love her so much. So much.

PS: You might just drop in a request for the movie`s soundtrack. That should make you realise what I`ve said above.

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Kiss From A Rose…

i`ve waited for twenty years
meanwhile getting it from anybody who endears

but ofcourse, I was all inquisitive
the dawn of puberty made it my prerogative

I`d learnt its essential in lovemaking, otherwise too
why on earth then its such a taboo ?

baffled, am talking of a Kiss
best if shared with a miss

so how was the first one ?
simply put…awesome !

freebies come bundled with the software
while the lips worked, four hands indulged in some thoroughfare

naturally drawn into embrace
never had i been this close to her face

as lovemaking moved on to new heights
i got my first, what they call, lovebites

hitherto assumed have-nots
we are discovering the vulnerable spots

as was an experienced friend`s prediction
guys, its a god damn addiction

for those who think its just voyeur
rascals, i am in love with her

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