Friday 25 May 2012

The online pyaar.

They met. It was pleasant. They exchanged numbers, and along with it, the BBM pins and the facebook requests. They thought they had got along well, more than that, they were happy they knew each other now.
For the Girl- He was a friend to talk to. And maybe think of in free time.
For the Guy- She was a friend to talk to. And maybe think of in free time.

They chatted. They texted. In the class, at home, while dinner, before sleeping. They talked about the world, they talked about the work. The philosophies of life, the failures of career, the regrets of past, the plans in future, the neighborhood crushes, the broken heart, friends gone apart, they discussed everything. 
For her- He became the support in life, the ultimate fallback option. She remembered him when even God failed to come in mind to ask for help.
For him- She had become the ultimate rescuer, someone to text and chat with when lonely, tired or even bored. She rescued him from the regrets of the past, she rescued him from the fears of the future.
Friendship had become strong, it now ran in their veins, in their brain. They decided to meet. 
For her- He had filled the missing piece of the puzzle. But she never saw the big picture, never realized that he had become the part of the puzzle.
For him- She had filled the vacuum. But he never saw that the vacuum was the big black hole. Making her a part of it, engulfing her into self and becoming bigger.
They met, they talked for hours, they drank, like they could with no one else. 
All this happened in real this time. In the absence of apps, text and chat smileys, they realized the heat.
For the Girl- It was the heat of emotions
For the Guy- It was the heat of hormones.
Blast happened, things twisted, equations changed, rejections followed and the tears flew. The elements of a perfect virtual friendship had now rearranged themselves to form a bitter breakup.
For the Girl- She was now #foreveralone . Looking for a new virtual friend to talk about the relationship gone sour.
For the Guy- He was now #foreveralone . Looking for a new virtual friend to curse the bitch who had just turned him down.

And this is how the online love was born and died, leaving behind many unhappy souls and #foreveralones .

Monday 7 May 2012

The Forbidden Fruit...



The road not to be taken, the room never been opened.
The Mona Lisa smile, the mystery of the grail.
The appeal of a woman, and the glory of the moon.
All that is forbidden, or that that has been put out of reach...


There’s something about doing what is absolutely forbidden. The Harry Potter’s famous Forbidden Forest was a reason for talk due this same unsaid reason. The ‘hidden’ Chamber of Secrets, the though scary, but exciting though of breaking into the Ministry of Magic, Ginny dating the ‘oh so tough to date, busy in saving the world’ Harry Potter, Ron dating ‘tough to beat’ Hermoine Granger.

Similarly, that something which is unreachable is always more desirable. Starting from the mystery that the piggy bank was when we were children, to the A rated movies.
Talking a bit closer to home...the will to “Try” booze, fag and dope is much greater than when you’ve already done those. And that’s where people use the phrase “been there done that!” to boast of their supposed achievements to those, who are beginners.

The IIT, the IIM’s, the IAS is still a dream in every household, while they become just a stepping stone the moment you crack them. Till then those who crack it are aliens, and the objects for intimidation and probably desire to some. *blush*!!

That girl next door, or that hot chick in office is what men will turn and gaze, and maybe even imagine in their fantasies, till finally one day they get to date them. Then they wish they had stayed ‘just friends’ with them, well probably because they are no more forbidden, they are what they have already attained. The mystery dissolved.

The woman outside of the marriage is always more beautiful than one’s own wife. His girlfriend is always sexier than one’s own. The grass on the field of private property is always greener! The dress on her is always more sexier.
For us women too, its commonly known that the desire for the MIB ‘Men in Black’ or for that matter, the ‘Men in Uniform’ is so great that it threatens our respective husbands and boyfriends, or atleast makes them wonder the reason for the desire. The probable excuse being- it’s the doing of the ego. Woman’s ego hurts when they become the second love of the man, the first supposedly being the love for the country or the human race. The “2 take di naukri” song explains it better than any of my above comments, it so truthfully explains the desperation of a wife for his husband in the month of monsoon, who incidentally is loving being busy with his ‘not so paying well job’. That lady, singing so seductively, is still cribbing for her husband despite being wished for by so many other. And here comes in the concept that applies to all the singles of the world, that of “The one we like doesn’t love us, and the one we don’t love is desperate to be loved by us”! Well, that’s the sad and most truest of the vicious cycle in the world of love and lust baby! The unreachable is always the most desirable.

Remember the feeling of wearing a tee saying “I make my own rules” or that jatt singing “assi jitthe bhi jawange gaddi morange, assi saare de saare rule todange”?
Speaking of The JAI of “just mohobbat” tele serial, who broke all the rules, though in innocence. Just doing all the wrong things in life made him so desirable to all the girls of his class... #justsaying.

The reason why Dabangg was such a Dabangg movie and ‘Rowdy Rathore’ seems so promising!
The love for all night parties, the air of thrill about driving faster than the limit allows, the craze in visiting India Gate at night, the air of ‘haawwww’ and the gossips about one night stands, the awesomeness in watching item songs chupke chupke.....

The list is endless, but the reason is only one, well atleast for the likes of ‘rowdy’ or ‘rebellious, stubborn” me.