The Silent Mourner.

I know this is an old post, but I can’t stop myself from re-blogging it. Many of you weren’t aware of this blog’s existence then but I know you would love to read this. Thank me in the comments section 😉

AditiChandak's avatarInking The Thinking.

Innumerable people I meet,

Yet I can never stop thinking about you,

Innumerable words I speak,

Yet I can never get tired of wanting to listen to you.

You were the one,

Who loved me for what I was.

You were the one,

Who made me realize what I could be.

I always thought we would be together,

For the sake of not me, not you, but for the promises we’d made,

In life or in death to be together,

And in sickness and health.

Love had led me to you,

God had I thanked with all my heart,

Death is what took away you,

All I have is my life crumbled around.

The shining stars beckon me,

The massive seas allure me,

All I need to do is stop one single breath,

But then the last whiff of you would be gone too!

Graciously Yours.

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Beauty in the Monotony.

Beauty in the Monotony.

So a friend kept asking me how I while away my Sundays if I have no office work or studies to look into?

I kept wondering about exactly what I do.

Not anymore.

I surf Pinterest and then do this :

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That’s my ‘Beauty in the Monotony’.

Graciously Yours!

Good guys aren’t always taken!

Does this remind you of anyone? If yes, he/she is DEFINITELY the one.
Does this remind you of anyone? If yes, he/she is DEFINITELY the one.
For quite a while, I had been proclaiming (or maybe quoting!) that all the good guys are either gay or committed. Well, back then I had reason to. My list of good then consisted of the likes of Matt Bomer, Neil Patrick Harris, T.R.Knight and obviously a horde of good looking committed men (well out of my reach). Well, education in an all girls school and college can do that to you.
Today, you tell me the same and I’ll vehemently disagree. Reason being really simple. All the good guys I know are single. Like sadly (and tantalizingly, temptingly) single. (And they aren’t gay. Or commitment phobic or displeasing to the eyes.)
When I say good, I mean good on the inside and the outside. These are guys with whom a relationship won’t be an occasional fling but a lifetime worth of love. They are guys who do not have an insanely lengthy and almost impossible list of the qualities they want in their girlfriend. Yes, they do have lists, but they’re almost cute! (Psst : Yes, I have seen and loved one of those lists!)
And yet, I wonder, why are they single. You must be too.
I have no other explanation for this apart from the fact that we girls are choosing the jerks over guys like these! Otherwise, there is no way they can be not taken.
Seriously, how difficult can it be to think along these lines before taking the not-single-anymore plunge?
  • Does he take time out for you? (To check whether he’s idle and happy or occupied and happy.)
  • Can you talk face-to-face or only flirt over text messages?
  • Does the guy tell you he is in love with you? And I do not mean over the phone or over one of those intrusive social media apps — Facebook, Whatsapp, Twitter, Line, Hike, et al!
  • What is it that you love more about him – his body or his soul? Did you first like his looks and then talk to him or did you first start talking and then liking him? Obviously, I am not talking about those who *actually* fall in love at first sight! 
  • Does he make you happy?
  • Is he constantly nagging at you to improve and not doing anything about himself?
  • Do his friends know about you or is your presence in his life all hush hush?
I cannot continue further or I might just start feeling that I have been a jerk for not having proposed to any of these amazingly eligible guys! Yet!
 
Buck up, girls. These guys are waiting to be taken (and floored!).
 
Graciously Yours!
P.S.: Any one want their contact numbers? 😉

 

Don’t let me go.

You make my days seem like ages, and my hours seem like minutes.
You flirt all you want, but I sense the pain in your heart.
You are charming and maybe truly my lucky charm.
You make my worries vanish, and my lips smile to the fullest.
You are a rarity, both literally and rhetorically.
You seem to have been with me since ever and to think we  will remain together forever.
And standing by you, with you, for you is as easy as breathing.

And breathtaking.

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The Angel in You.

 

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Amy had seen that face before. She would recognise it anywhere. The face that had over the years faded away but resurfaced strongly when the appearance became physical. The face had changed Amy’s life. The face that had given Amy a second chance.

The lady wasn’t in her patrolling uniform. Her hair was open and flowing. She had a glittering dress on. Her smile was stunning as she looked at her beau. The eyes were still the same though. Compassionate and empathic.

As Amy sat there in the underground railway, looking at the lady, that night came flashing before her.

The stormy night, the strong currents, the alluring bridge, a broken heart, deserted roads, an emptying wallet, She had been overcome by a strong and sudden bout of depression. Nothing had seemed to be working in her favor. Her parents didn’t say it, but she could see their disappointed eyes. It was worse when they put on unmatched smiles to make her feel better. Her mind gave her so many easier ways out, as she stood under the canopy of the cafe, waiting for the torrential rain to take a break. With not much to do, she felt deserted and lonely like never before. She didn’t want to step out into the rain. But her mind made her limbs move onto the roads from the kerb. She didn’t want to get wet. But she found herself soaked to the bones within seconds. She didn’t want to cross over to the bridge. But she found herself standing at its egde. Precariously. She was afraid — of herself. She wanted someone to stop her. She also knew there was no one around, no ray of hope, no silver lining. Was this the only way? Maybe, this was what was meant to happen. She could feel water rolling down her cheeks. She wasn’t sure if it was tears or drops of the rain water. She looked into the water below. They seemed to be hungry to lap her up, thrashing themselves on the banks impatiently.

Someone jolted her out of her trance, dragging her away by the arms. She seemed like an angel to Amy! The lady only said, “Go home. However bad things might be, you do not deserve this.” Embarrassed and shocked at the recent turn of events, Amy practically remembered fleeing the scene, with that face etched in her memory forever.

 

Without further waste of time, Amy walked up to the lady and said to her, “You saved my life once. And I will be eternally grateful to you.” Puzzled, but understanding that she must have helped her in some way, the lady welcomed the hug Amy gave her.

 

Today, Amy is returning home from work to a loving husband. Her parents are proud of her. She is proud of herself.

 

Graciously Yours!

 

Dare to dream?

For the past few days I have been pacifying myself with these words :

“If your dreams don’t scare you, they’re not big enough”

And I think I have dreamt big. Because my dream is scaring the hell out of me!

My dream wasn’t planned. One fine day, it just happened to become mine! Some one crossed my path and changed my life’s direction or should I say, gave my life direction. I always wanted an assortment of things which I thought would never fit together. But it does. Fit together. And I’ll be happy pursuing that dream.

But. There’s always a but.

I’m taking risks by leaps and bounds. I’m doing what is not obvious. I’m not following the crowd. And I’m refraining from en cashing my recent success. Instead I’m dreaming out of my league. My friends think I’m made for more. My heart says I want more. My brain says it’ll work for more.

Yet some part of me is making me ask you this : should I settle for the ordinary (which will be available to me even two years down the line, though not so easily maybe) or should I try and get into the league of the extraordinary?

Graciously Yours!

P.S. : Remember, I just cleared those exams? This is about what I wanna do after.

Psst! I passed.

Remember those exams I had two months ago? Yes, the same exams which had me grinding my ass for six whole months and those same exams before which my father wasn’t in the best of his health and those same exams which has a pass % of barely 5%. 

I cleared. Nailed it. Killed it! With flying colours!

 

 

Tough times do not last, tough people do.

Graciously Yours!

Oh and another thing!

For the first time in a long, long while someone wrote something for me. Today. Check it out :

Miss perfectionist!
All India Rank 38! I knew it already… Months ago! The ‘stongest woman’ in my life… Yes, you honour us… All of us. You are an inspiration. And for a change its okay for me to cry in public because these are tears of joy! A big, biiiiiggg congratulations. I’m the luckiest step sister!
Loads of love!

 

Clarification : I am not a perfectionist. She’s not exactly my step sister, but more of my Twin Soul!

Shh! Just rambling.

There are times when I need to ramble and I am going to do just that.

Ramble.

Ramble about life in general and my life in particular. See, that’s rambling.

Warning issued.

Do you believe in planning out the next five years or ten years of your life? Do you really think visualizing yourself in a beautiful house with marble furnished flooring and french windows overlooking the NY or LA or rather any skyline actually helps? Is life so predictable that what we dream and desire actually happens? Or is my life the only odd one out where plans seem to be trashed?

Now, now. Do not think I am depressed or unhappy with how life is turning out to be. Not at all! With full credit to the Creator, I am okay with the twists and turns he’s planned out on the way. Some things go according to me, some don’t. But I deal with it my way.

Actually the ones who concocted “Life is unfair” weren’t exactly idiots, you know. So, you were given the heads up long back. Very often, when we find our plans going off track, we curse, shout, complain, cry. Do we ever sit and wonder if what’s happening came after warnings which we just refused to look at?

Then there are people who say life is wonderful. What makes them say that? The predictability of life (as my friend argues, considering death is the ultimate destination!) or it’s unpredictability?

I know these are lots of questions with no answers!

But I would love to hear what you think? About the questions! Not my rambling. :p

Graciously Yours!

P.S. : Jangled nerves + BIG day tomorrow = Rambling me.

Dear Friend. You honour me.

Recently, a close friend from office requested me to write something specifically for her. I still cannot believe she actually wants to see herself through my words. There is no greater show of faith from a friend. Yours is a request I just cannot deny, dear. It is an honour to be penning you down.

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Compassionate and kind,

A girl with her own mind,

You wouldn’t want to be in her wrong books,

Unless you really are fond of her staring-you-down looks!

 

You can make her work nine to nine,

Just request her politely and she’ll be fine,

But beware of her golden little diary,

She’s got three years of work timings jotted down entirely!

 

She’s headstrong and can be stubborn,

If she’s decided to go ahead you just cannot make her turn,

Unless you’re talking about me or a certain VN,

She does listen to us now and then!

 

Strong willed and a heart of gold,

Often what she says you might find bold,

To hang out with she’s fab,

Oh and rarely does she travel without a cab!

 

I’ve known you only a couple of years or so,

But we’ve hit the mark from the word go,

I found in you a friend for keeps,

Let’s hope to stay close, no matter how hard the tide sweeps!

 

Graciously Yours!

 

P.S. : Thank you for believing in me so much!

 

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