Posts filed under 'Dreamism'
Rule of Life
She looked at me with wishful eyes. It was the car, I think, that she wished for. Makes sense. For she was walking in sun, while I sat comfortably inside A/C car.
You think she noticed my wishful eyes? For I looked at her in same way. It’s that baby bump that I wish for. And someone who’ll hold my hand and walk beside me in sun.
Would she trade? Her life with mine?
I think not. Or maybe she would.
Rule of Life. Nobody gets what they want.
2 comments May 27, 2010
Wishin’ and Hopin’
I wish I could write. Not write like I’m writing now. Write like an author. I wanted to write a funny story. Unfortunately, I’m not funny. So there goes that idea. I decided to write fantasy. After all, no one really has an imagination like mine. But whatever I wrote, reminded me of one or other fantasy novel. So another click on trash. Thriller, crime, Suspense. Let’s face it. I’m not really cut out for those genres. I thought maybe a touching real life event based story. Sadly, my childhood was really without any major drama. No issues there. So there, that goes for a toss too.
Maybe I need to find something else. Something that’ll define me. Something that’ll make me satisfied.
Til then, Let’s wonder and keep clicking on that trash button.
2 comments May 23, 2010
Triangles, triangles
He loved her. Then he thought he didn’t. He met a new girl. He thought he was in love with her. But he wasn’t. Old girl cried. He went back to her. New one cried. He came back to her. Then he met another girl. he thought he was in love with her. And the circle continued.
His friend stayed behind and picked up the pieces. Old girl came and cried on his shoulder. He was in love with her. But he couldn’t tell her. He consoled her. He watched her fall. But he couldn’t warn her. He was a friend first, lover later.
She thought she was in love with him. But he broke her heart. Each time she thought he was gone, he came back. She cried in front of his friend. She fell for the friend. But he never said a word. She cried for the love never shared. He thought she cries for lost love. She stayed with old guy for she wanted to keep the friend. But friend never noticed.
He falls in love every month. Friend watches her and cries over love he never had. She mourns for love she can’t have.
This is the story of life.
7 comments September 23, 2009
Your Story, My Story
Why is it that all of us are so obsessed with love stories? We are either busy trying to make one of our own or dissecting the ones our friends have or dreaming about having one or trying to sustain the one we have.
What is it that makes Love so attractive?
It’s just a high which hardly lasts more than few months. Yet we all crave it. We are ready to embrace all the pain we’ll get, just to feel good for few days..
What is it that you love about being in relationships or love stories??
For me, first few days of getting to know one another. The initial high, excitement – that does it. And the only ones where I have stayed are the ones which stayed exciting – in conversations and in silence.
Which one is your own favorite love story?
Are you waiting for it? or Are you still in it? or Are you done with it?
2 comments September 21, 2009
People
There are people, and then There are ‘People’
Some I like, some not so much
With some I talk, with some I listen
But wherever I go, I cannot escape
People and people
world is full of them
and they are full of themselves
I like them and I hate them
but no matter where I go
I just cannot escape them
Some cheat and some are loyal
Some are genius and some are dumb
with some I would spend time, with some I would kill it
But no matter what I do, I cannot ignore them
People are varied
some are fresh and some are stale
Some make me feel guilty
With some I do the same
But mostly we all are just playing a game
People people.. we the people..
Add comment August 24, 2009
Playing Tag Tag..
From facebook to blog.. tagged by Naarya
The one and only rule : You cannot say “I have no regrets in my life”. I really feel its the most cliched line ever.
I hope to..
Have a Book Cafe someday or a restaurant on a beach. Whatever it’ll be, it’ll include all 3 love of my life – books, good food, coffee
I hope not to..
become boring like so many people I know
I want to..
just live and let live
I don’t want to..
get stuck anywhere anytime
I should have..
been nicer to so many people and meaner to many more
I shouldn’t have..
done so many things, but what the hell, most were fun anyway 
I could have..
been an architect
I couldn’t have..
been a doctor no matter what my parents think
I did..
what I wanted.. well most of the time
I did not..
agree to anything that I feel/think is wrong
I wish..
I could just travel and read
I regret..
not listening to my instincts
I should..
Exercise and be less of a lazy bum
I should not..
shop this much
I could..
be nicer to some people
I couldn’t
be nice to you when I’m hurting inside
I never thought..
my life would be so awesome
I always thought..
and still think I’m perfect girlfriend material 
Tag, you are it.. esp Eric & Shoonya
4 comments August 18, 2009
I wonder..
Why is it that all great love stories have either sad endings or great sacrifices?
Wouldn’t it be nice to have a actual happy love story?
No offense to O Henry, but why on earth James and Della bought gifts for each other without ever discussing it? Come on, they were poor, They were in love. Little bit communication would have helped, wouldn’t it? They could’ve bought something more useful from that money.
So here we are, celebrating their love but never noticing, as a couple, lack of communication was so evident here.
I just think, for a great and lasting love story, sacrifices shouldn’t be required. It’s the understanding between couple which leads to compromises at times but one should never have to give up something he/she loves. What say???
Hmmm… there are more things that bother me about all these love stories.. but in later posts… 
6 comments August 7, 2009
I’m scared
of disappointments I’ll cause,
of disappointments I’ll see,
of the pain I’ll cause,
of the pain I’ll feel.
I’m scared that you’ll find out the truth
that you’ll figure me out
I’m not so perfect, even though I claim to be
I’m not so nice, there’s lot of evil in me
I’m scared,
of the intensity you have
of the certainty you feel
of the love you crave
Overall I’m just scared that I’ll not be person you’ve been dreaming to meet
you’ll be disappointed to see that I’m just another girl on the street
4 comments May 12, 2009
Sorry, You are slightly fat to be loved by my standards…
Recently I met this girl, extremely fun, intelligent n pretty as well. In fact, not even for once I wondered about her weight or looks. She mentioned she was just getting over this long-term relationship which recently ended. I didn’t bother to ask why they broke up and all. Well, I really don’t care about that and I had just met her, right. So, we hung around, had fun, said goodbyes, only to keep in touch via numerous social networking sites. So I saw her blog link and knowing her as little as I did, I was sure it would be a good read. In one of her posts, she mentioned the reason for break up.
And guess the reason, Guy wanted her to lose weight so she would become perfect.
Excuse me, wasn’t love supposed to make you perfect? Or was it that love overcomes all imperfection?
This girl doesn’t even qualify as fat. At max, she can enter the slightly plump round. And considering, it’s India, I would say thats the average figure, curvy & voluptuous.
Most importantly, since when weight is a criteria for marriage?
A funny, smart, beautiful girl needs to lose weight, so she can get married to the guy she’s in love with. Guy who professes his love every day. But he just thinks she can be perfect only after shedding those extra Kilos.
She took the right way and showed him the highway. (nice rhyme )
But not without the hurt and pain which comes after broken heart.
It hurts to see physical attribute coming in way of love. I thought Love was supposed to be above that. Atleast that’s what all quotes seem to say.
But if I just consider the romance on tv and novels, it’s always between good looking people. So yeah, maybe love is directly tied to your looks and weight.
6 comments April 16, 2009
So true…
“Jealousy is a disease, love is a healthy condition. The immature mind often mistakes one for the other, or assumes that the greater the love, the greater the jealousy – in fact, they are almost incompatible; one emotion hardly leaves room for the other”.
~Jubal Harshaw Robert Heinlein in Stranger In A Strange Land
And of course I agree.. If you are jealous, there’s some insecurity in you.. How about working on it rather than poisoning your relationship..
Add comment April 6, 2009
