Best day

I’m writing this blog post the second time because I accidentally deleted the previous post. Today was the best day ever because I had gone out with four of my friends.. because, on the day before Diwali, in our town, the roads are lined with people selling stuff everywhere.. like clothes, accessories, plastic stuff and whatnot. It was a blissful day to spend with these guys.. they were like four bodyguards who made me walk in the middle of the crowded streets so I could be safe in between. And one of them was that kind of bestie that you can sacrifice everything for. 

It was super fun. Usually, I’ve heard that it’ll be crowded the entire night, but I’ve never been out there late enough to see all that. But today, I was out till 10pm, because I knew I was safe with these guys.

They’re the best sort of friends one can ever get. And I’m taking pain to write all this, a second time, only because I don’t want to forget this wonderful day. 

Suddenly, life seems like a festival. It’s not dull anymore. It is vibrant, and full of colors, thanks to the kind of friends that I have got. Here’s a look at what our place looks like on the day before Diwali.. taken a couple of hours back.. Awesome, isn’t it? It gets like this if there are only a few days before Diwali. But the night before is the best.

And I also lit around 6 deepams and put them on our corridor today. I felt so happy and complete because it feels like it’s been years since we have done this. I had worn a French plait, and a new dress, and was happy all day. I have two more new dresses to be worn tomorrow.. so everything isn’t over yet. The festival of lights has only begun!

I wanted to show a picture of my corridor, but I’m using 2G and I’m not able to upload it, so.. that one can’t be shown now. I tried so hard to upload it, trust me.Anyway..

Happy diwali to all the folks out there! 🙂

Selfish World

Sometimes,

Some thoughts arise:

Did they ever think of you

As a friend?

Because if not,

They wouldn’t dodge

And hide

When they have to give you back

That which belongs to you;

People don’t see you

For what you are – 

They only see you because 

You have money

In your savings,

Which you reveal to friends,

Because, you trust them,

You think they really are

Friends.

But all they think of you –

You’re just another source

For money.

They never return,

They never turn back and look

At this friend,

To whom, as well, 

Whatever has been lent

Means a lot.

One does not lend because 

They’re a millionaire –

Just because they understand 

The pain it takes

To save that huge an amount,

Having experienced it.

But people never spare

Even a second thought

For this poor lender –

If it had been just one person,

It would be okay..

The betrayal would heal

Eventually.

But for seeing around three people

In a year’s time

Do this

To a single person –

To the one who understood your pain

Is precisely why

Some people label this

Cruel world

As ‘selfish’.

Here’s another incident from today afternoon that explains how selfish everyone is:

 Today I was travelling by a local bus in my hometown. I saw many people getting on, and there was no more place to sit, but there was this one lady who was carrying a baby on her hip. I decided to give up my seat for her, but she was standing far away from where I sat. As soon as I got up, a lady was rushing towards my seat to sit down. I explained to the lady that I was getting up so that the other lady with the kid can sit.. since it’ll be hard to hold the baby and stand steadily in a moving bus.. but before that a little girl sat on my seat. I couldn’t ask her to get up, so I left it at that (kids don’t deserve to get up and give space for others).. but that lady who wanted to sit.. she asked the girl to get up, and sat there and she called someone she knew (probably her husband or her brother who was carrying a kid with him too) and asked him to make the child sit on her lap. People will go to any extent to accomplish what they want, eh? The man was carrying the child for her anyway.. she needed to sit, so she made an excuse.. people are such. But the other poor lady with the child was still standing.. I bet she had no clue there was someone in the bus who had given up a seat for her.

Later I wished I had not even gotten up. Sometimes there are selfish people out there.. you really must be selfish yourself to survive in this world.

Still late

 

Fingers danced furiously on the keyboard,

Typing sloppy spellings,

Then going back and correcting them;

Blood pulsed through the veins vigorously,

Adrenaline flowing

Like the unstoppable tides

Of the deep, wide ocean;

And on completion,

The legs ran

As if, ignited by fire,

With the swiftness of a Cheetah,

But still,

It was not enough.

It was never enough – 

To be on time.

 

 

Left alone in my office because they close the gates by 8.45. And I was only 5 minutes late. Now they will not allow me out unless I go by an office cab from here. And cabs are available only after 9.30, so… I’m stuck here for another hour or so.. for finishing work late. -.- How I hate this! Usually I’m not alone because I had teammates before, but today I am – because I’m the only one in this team now.

 

Sensitive

A single word

An unwelcome gesture

A simple sneer

Or an angry tone

Is enough

To shun the lights

Out of my day,

Make it a lonely night,

Where I reside

In the darkness

Without the slightest fear

But in comfort –

Where there is no one

To mock

Or to hate.

It has become 

Extraordinarily tough these days

To put up

Even with the silliest

Of comments.

All I need, right now,

Is to go far, far away –

Someplace where no one

Knows me.

Money

Money comes and goes,

So do people;

When they require money,

They get reminded

Of you

Who never denies a thing

Who gives whatever is asked

Who thinks

From the perspective

Of the other end

Who also needs money

To go ahead with life,

But is willing to contribute

To lessen the burden

Of a so-called ‘friend’.

But, there is no such thing

In this world

As a true friend

Who can be trusted –

All whom you trust

Cannot be your friend,

All of your friends

Cannot be trusted;

Life is hard for some, yes,

But all you see

Is that they refuse to give you

What belongs to you;

Never must you ever again

Try to reason

With your stupid mind;

Never think

That they’re in need;

Never again empathize,

Because there is no one in this world

Who reciprocates,

Except, probably a rare few

That will return the money

That is asked not to return

At once

Upon encountering any difference of opinion

Indicating that there is nothing more left

To do

Than drift apart.



Morning rays

​Here I am

In the coziness

Of the window-side bed;

In the laziness

Of travel-worn muscles;

Under these gentle rays,

Where I can feel

The heaven come down

To where I lay,

Where most of the world

Is still asleep

Out of laziness,

Where peace finds me,

In my favourite part

Of my room.
I’m back to Chennai! Here’s a look at my bed (Finding a windowside bed like this is very  rare.. I must be really blessed to have such a wonderful place to sleep and call mine)

A dawn of miseries

​Dawn comes,

And brings along

A pile of responsibilities;

A new day is born

To sulk and brood

With pain

As new waves 

Of sorrow

Are born

On reception

Of every unfriendly action;

As all love is lost

In the darkness,

Where the sun doesn’t shine,

And yet,

The dawn arrives,

Complacent and potent,

To drive away the dusk,

To shun this happiness

That I have earned

In the past few days;

And the rising sun

States the end

Of all things happy;

And with this,

I shall trudge

Into the world

Where the dawn breaks

To shoo away

This feeling

Of being carefree;

I pray for dawn to never break,

But this dusk

Cannot last forever;

And another day

Of a mundane routine

Begins.


– I wrote this yesterday, but couldn’t post it because of the wonderful network that we get from 2G. I was traveling away from home. The five-day holiday has ended and office begins today. Just got back. –

Parents


​You are the stem 

Holding me,

Providing me support,

Giving me energy

To face

The tumultuous waves

Of life.

All these days,

You have protected me,

Never showing what pain is like,

Or sorrows,

Showered love on me,

And all you have expected

Is for me 

To grow

Into a taller plant

Bearing tastier fruits.

Thank you for the faith,

And the patronage;

Now the turn is mine

To extend my branches

And provide shade

Where you can rest

In comfort.

Easier

​I’m sorry I left you alone 

I’m sorry I didn’t do anything

Even if I did care

Because I know

The feeling

Of loneliness and pain

Of being left alone

More than anyone

But I have no choice,

For, I should leave you

Alone

To go ahead 

With my life.

Because if I stayed,

We both know

I could be of help,

But my life

Would come 

To a standstill.

I’m sorry for everything

I’ve not done

That I ought have

To make it easier for you,

I’m sorry

Your life turned out

The way it is,

And I’m really sorry

That I’m unable

To do anything about it.

All I can do,

Is promise you

That I’ll be there

Even though not always

To make your daily life

Easier.

Free

​This is me 

Giving up

On everyone

Who had ever been there

For me in difficult times.

This is me 

Giving up

All the memories,

The times spent together,

Which will never be had again.

This is me,

Giving up

On all things

That seem to

Control me.

I’m finally breaking free

From all the bonds

That had bound me

Down to the earth.

Now I’m free to fly

Over the sky

Where I shall disappear

As a tiny dot.

Away, for good.