An ode to the silent assassin

The silent assassin, a self professed lean mean killing machine. Sometimes i wonder, what are his weapons, how does he kill. Having known him for some time, I still haven’t been able to guage him but then that is what he says as well... that judging him would be an understatement.... it would be him who would pass the judgement.
But i know that he isn’t mean. Not really. After all he gave me free rein to handle this and his other blogs, risking sabotage and vandalism. Why was that? Did he expect an increase in the number of posts? Or was he simply seeking apartner in crime.
But lets not get into this. He moves mysteriously, closing in on the kill.
So what makes me talk about him. Not gratitude for giving me a platform. I have my own blog. Not boredom. I have too much on my hands to get bored. And its not pure statistics either. Increasing the number of posts on this blog. There are easier ways to do that.
Am doing this because its probably a safe way to tell someone what u think of them. For many reasons
Its tough calling people names on their faces. You need to have courage, a punch or at least running shoes for that.
There are people who read this. You cant act spoilsport in front of them.
The written word can be interpreted i in a variety of ways. U can always add footnotes and references.
Bandwidth is less expensive than a mobile bill
You get time to prepare for the retaliatory fire .
Most importantly, sometimes its easier to write than to tell someone how and what they mean to you specially when you are placed some thousand odd kilometres apart. You cant see them chuckling at your words.
But its difficult telling someone that he is a friend specially when the fellow says that “ A boy and a girl cant be simply friends.”
“Then what?”
“U don’t have to find names for every relation kiddo. Just let things be.”
What do i say to this reasoning?
Just an advise- while i don’t think too much about it. Plenty of girls will find it objectionable. Revise .
“U don’t know me much kiddo.”
“And how do i do that?”
“Well u gotta come down.”
Another advise psycho- stop quoting statements. On the other hand. Don’t . I enjoy it when u quote and then name the source. Lets me know the number of films I haven’t seen.
But then, I know u enough to say that you are one of those guys that I feel safe with you despite of your tall and big statements
I know you enough to say that you are protective, that little things matter to you, that you wouldn’t cause a deliberate hurt.
You do speak too bluntly at times, to the extent of being rude. I have been taken aback several times. And it was only later that I came to accept it without being hurt.
But you know, am simply amazed at your depth of knowledge especially Hindi literature. In this time and age! You introduced me to such a lot of new things.
Talking to you, I now know that there are things you value and respect.
But if u praise a guy so much, people around are going to think that you are in love with him.
Au contraire am not. So Gaurav, you can rest easy, I haven’t ruined your chances yet.
You know, it’s sort of a cliché, but I don’t know u too well to criticise you... as yet.
I know you claim to be a bad guy, and love being called so.
And you are too, in some ways. When you try sarcasm, when you act rude or when you act indifferent. When you narrate whole chapters of your novel to me and expect me to remember every word you say. When you cc messages to me.
If there is another side to your fence, I am yet to see it.
Apart from all the BS that I have spewed and generally do... it’s been nice.. knowing you. Or at least trying to know you.
Seriously, I would have missed you even if we hadn’t met.

Cheers..... Always and forever.

While my guitar gently weeps

I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps

I look at the floor and I see it need sweeping
Still my guitar gently weeps

I don't know why nobody told you
how to unfold your love
I don't know how someone controlled you
they bought and sold you

I look at the world and I notice it's turning
While my guitar gently weeps

With every mistake we must surely be learning
Still my guitar gently weeps

I don't know how you were diverted
you were perverted too
I don't know how you were inverted
no one alerted you

I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
I look at you all
Still my guitar gently weeps

Evergreen Tree- Cliff Richards

Evergreen Tree

Oh darling, will our love be like an evergreen tree
Stay ever green and young as the seasons go
Your kisses could make love grow like an evergreen tree
Bloom in the summer’s sun and the winter’s snow

On every branch will blossom, dreams for me and you
Our tree of love will stay ever green, if our hearts stay ever true

Oh darling, I love you so, don’t you know that I’ll be
True ’til the leaves turn blue on the evergreen tree

On every branch will blossom, dreams for me and you
Our tree of love will stay ever green, if our hearts stay ever true

Oh darling, I love you so, don’t you know that I’ll be
True ’til the leaves turn blue on the evergreen tree

On the evergreen tree, on the evergreen tree.

Love as I see it !

I love rumors! Because rumors are mostly revealing about subjects that we don’t talk directly about, facts on the other hand can be very misleading, and the new rumor in town is that I am in love. Who am I? I am a nobody, always have been a nobody and always will be a nobody but the important thing here is love and what we see in life is that its most talked about topic but nobody really answers to what love is. Bukowski calls it a dog from hell, its lust for young generation and intellectuals who believe life is more cruel then death discard it completely.



But I think there is more to love than meets the eyes, but what I don’t get is why are people so insecure about love, why do they have to hide so much, if they are truly in love with someone and that’s the only reason I don’t celebrate days like valentine day, because I wont celebrate a day when someone died to protect love, love in itself is a immense power and does not needs someone to protect it or fight for it. I would rather celebrate a day when someone met love and when I say love, I mean love in its most basic form ,where there is no falling ,only raising to heights one can only dream of .And then to be honest I don’t really care about days coz days are not important ,people are ,for me that day would be important when she would be with me ,and if someday I really have to celebrate a day for love ,I would prefer the day Shri Ram and Maa Sita met , and Kamdev-the god of love or cupid aimed his arrow at Ram from the front, the same Kamdev who had been set aflame by the curse given by the god of destruction-Shiv, when he had aimed his arrow of desire at him under cover of a hiding. The noble intentions of Kamdev gave him the strength and courage to take an aim at God from the front.” Nobody died this time, just love happened and even for Gods there was a height they could raise to, and that’s what I want. I don’t need love ,what I need is what Bhagwan Ram and Maa Sita had ,because if u can define love that It is and nothing else, what happened between them ,I want love in its purest form ,no strings attached to it and when ill get that I will give a new definition to love ,to be honest I don’t know what love is but I know that it exists in different forms and rumors ,they’ll always be there ,and I don’t mind as long as people think I am in chetan bhagats kind of love ,ill worry about it when it would be more of a kalidas or bukowski kind of love because only that has got the power to create or destroy something . As for now I want someone who I can wake up with after staying awake all night just to watch her breathing. May be ill get that kind of a gal or maybe ill not but one thing is sure , I am soon gonna be in love ,coz the worst thing about love is that when you talk about love ,it takes away your strength of staying away from it ,and that’s one thing I am pretty sure of .

Love is cocaine and I am gonna get my share of it.


Adios for now ... Love.

An invitation to blog

An invitation to blog

It all started when a close friend, having nothing to do, got this fiendish idea and decided to launch a new site. But this was not all. He had added a blogging feature to it, to give free rein to the creative pursuits of its members.

Though talkative and busy he was, unusually, at a loss of words and so unable to dole out his usual dose of gibberish. Being familiar with his penchant for the abstruse, I shuddered at the havoc his words could wreak upon the unsuspecting and hapless masses. I guess he is aware of this fact as well.

Ever fond of deriding us, his unenlightened earthly compatriots, I got a real surprise when he of the unearthly species came slinking up to me.

Being a bit bashful to talk about it upfront, he pinged me when I was online on google.

“ Eh.. hi!.. hw r u?”- asked he, suddenly concerned with my well-being.

“Um ok… u?” – I returned the courtesy.

“ Me well as well.”- he hemmed and hawed.

Him-“ Say.. hvnt read a line by u all these days… hw is ur blog cmng along?”

Me-“Yeah, really lacking in time… and ideas”

I was surprised at his sudden interest in my doodling.

But still, I wanted to know the catch, so decided to play up to him his own game.

Him- “ Say…”

Me- “ Say on…”

“ I have created a blog site. Would you care to write in there?”- he blurted.

“ Me?”, “ Write in your blog?”- I was aghast.

Him- “Yep. Am giving u the chance to be my co-blogger.”

I guess he was a bit hurt, having imagined me to gush over his offer and babble like the babbling brook. And in my heart oh hearts,I was.

Little known, struggling and and an aspiring writer that I am, I don’t pick and choose, taking whatever that could come my way-letters to the customers, notes to bosses, interdepartmental communication. Though oft and many, they offer little scope for innovation. The most creative liberty one can take is to choose between “Yours truly” and “Yours faithfully”.

This was an honour indeed. But I decided to play it cool and asked for my rights.

“What will be my stipend?”- asked I, greed in my eyes.

“Ha!”- laughed he who must not be named.

“You asking me for a stipend?”

(You sorry excuse for a writer- is what he thought)

“Why… this is your own blog. You are our star content provider.”-is what he said.

“Well.. okay….If u insist.” – said I, accepting his commission.

“ But remember-no objectionable stuff to be posted there. No sleazy, obscene stuff, no political statements and no unparliamentary language.”- said he gravely.

So much for creative liberty. Some people take the fun out of everything.

Appreciation creates its own kind of slaves. The more of it one gets, the more one wants. So, for the sake of my 15 seconds of fame, I pushed myself to a punishing schedule.trying to live up to this blogger’s blog.

And now I can be sighted, here and there, lost, with a notepad in the crook of my arms and a pencil dangling between forefinger and thumb.

Sometimes….. a piece of graphite and a scrap of paper are all that you need …. .

I saw you across the dancefloor
Out of the corner of my eye
I felt the connection
I don't know how, I don't know why
I shouldn't of stayed
When I saw you there with another man
But as we slipped away
I thought I heard you say
This wasn't part of the plan

CHORUS:
Just a meaningless kiss
It wasn't suppose to end up like this
Just a meaningless kiss
Ohh Ohh
Just a meaningless kiss
We knew it was wrong
But we couldn't resist
Just a meaningless kiss
Til I fell in love
With you

But you didn't want me to
Oh no

And here we are two years later
Too late to turn back now
We gotta finish what we shouldn't have started
We got to walk away somehow
But it's easier said than done
When two hearts beat as one
And three hearts are one too many
That's why we shouldn't have ever begun

CHORUS:
Just a meaningless kiss
It wasn't suppose to end up like this
Just a meaningless kiss
Oh oh
Just a meaningless kiss
We knew it was wrong but we couldn't resist
Just a meaningless kiss
Til I fell in love
With you

We can't go on like this forever
When we're not meant to be together
So leave me here on my own
From now on I guess I got to dance alone

CHORUS:
Just a meaningless kiss
It wasn't suppose to end up like this
Just a meaningless kiss
Oh oh
Just a meaningless kiss
We knew it was wrong but we couldn't resist
Just a meaningless kiss
But I'm still in love
With you

No matter what I do