What every 'I' CAN't C

The Portrait ..

2006-03-01T04:19:00.000-08:00

Ask me what all I had to do to put up this post ... Just few days back I made her portait specially on her request .. as usual she did'nt like the way I made her neck .. so what could I have done as I was honest and made just what I saw. But she thinks she has much sleeker neck as compared to what has been depicted by me in the portrait... anyway already has a long discussion on the same topic and as usual lost in the words.

After make a umpteen number of requests she had agreed to put only the upper part of her profile in my post ... so here it is...

I met a Pink Angel ......

2006-02-02T19:32:00.000-08:00

This was the poem I wrote in the very initial days of our friendship though at that time the max I knew about her were just two things first her name and second the amount she spends with her mobile, for that matter any phone ... God knows whose calls she use to entertain .. coz of her so much affinity to the phone I use to think she has come from Call Center ...

It was a Monday morning, as usual I was sitting on my seat in bus and languidly looking at the boring editorial pages of the newspaper then suddenly pink colour overshadowed the black & white of the newspaper. I looked on to my left to find someone dressed in pink has come and sat by my side. Then came a sweet sound saying "Good Morning ...how was your weekend" ... no response from my side .. she repeated "hello !! .. how was your weekend?" still no reply from my side. For a moment I could not realise with whom I was sitting and my eyes were still searching for my friend who use to sit with me. After I actually looked at her carefully I found she is the one whom my eyes were searching for.

I thought that probably she must have dressed like this to impress her boyfriend whereever he was ... Then few lines came in mind and I penned it that evening itself.

Here it goes :

Today someone came and sat on my side...
she was like a pink angel ....
was I taken for a heaven's ride ??

For a while I thought who was she,
Coz very much like mm she stared at me. (mm is herself whom I use to see daily in jeans)

How was my weekend she asked me twice,
but how could I reply to someone......
whom I don't even recognise

I and she were all alone
and prayed ...
either mm misses her bus or come on her own

I wish, I had asked her name..
I was with a beautiful girl
had never felt the same

All the time she was speaking ...
and I was like a dumb
later I realised she is mm
as she mocked when my had got numb .....(she has the habit of making fun of anything and everything bad happenning to me)

She was with me all the day ...
but could not tell her what I wanted to say
idiotically I finally uttered ...
"seems like your mobile is not charged today"

I know for him,
like this she came
I wish he stays here for long
whatever is his name.
Since for him atleast
she'll come everyday the same
coz I don't want to wait for an year
to meet her again .......

Later that evening we went and ate together ......

I never ever Missed You My Dear........

2006-01-11T20:15:00.000-08:00

Though everyone and anyone may not be able to interpret the meaning coveyed by the poem ..... but luckily if you are able to then probably you might have gone through all these experiences before :

The poem has actually being written when my friend was away from me ...

Here it goes :

" From the day she gone....
I have turned into a stone
dragged from here and there...
& mercilessly being thrown
where is she who sat on me
& put on me a weight of 100 pounds"

Its not me dear....
but your chair who asked ...
"Is she still missing or she is here around"

"From the day she had gone...
I have become almost moan
He does'nt pick me up....
I am left all alone
when will she come and....
throw me on his floating bone ... (u wud not be able to understand this .... sorry)
Till she come I won't produce a ringing sound"

Its not me dear
but your Phone who asks....
"Is she still missing or she is here around"

"Whenever on the phone ..
he performs a task
I am the one ..
who never forget to ask
'Am I Ok...
am I still working fine'
If yes then why ...
he hasn't used me for a long time
he stares at me ..
and always say
mm u captured... (mm is as I call her)
is sitting far away.
I can't remain ..
for long silent and moan.
rather prefer by her...
to be mercilessly thrown. (she wants to throw my camera whenever I capture her without letting her know)
Till she is not here
I wish to be in state of profound..."

Its not me dear ...
but camera of my phone who asks ..
"Is she still missing or she is here around"

" Where is she whom ...
we used to stare
See both of us have...
lost our shine and glare
call her early or ....
we'll remain dull and frowned"

Its not me dear ...
but my eyes who asks...
"Is she still missing or she is here around"

"We guess that she is not near
coz v r not able to pull her hair.
If she want she may curse
but we won't stop from searching her purse"
we know she ...
gives you a hard stare
and repeat the words "Don't you Dare"
we then giggle...
and say who actually cares."

Its not me dear ..
but my hands who asks ...
"Is she still missing or she is around"

"Just bring her back ....
we promise and swear.
whatever she'll say ..
we'll peacfully hear
For sooo many day's we haven't heard that pleasant sound....

Its not me my dear ...
but my ears who asks ...
"Is she still missing or she is around"

"72 beats per minutes...
was my usual rate.
from the day she had gone...
I have lost many beats till date.
donate it to someone...
before I turn into a stone.
but make one thing clear
for my proper functioning
I always want her near."

Its not me ...
U very well know who it is my dear.

It really doesn't matter to me if ....
you are far from me or near.
but "they" all refuse to ..
survive without you my dear.
can you please tell me how can ..
I live without my eyes, hands, heart and ear ???

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!!!!!!!!-------- No Mercy --------!!!!!!!!!

2006-01-10T19:42:00.000-08:00

I don't really mean to hurt anybody's sentiments but in case they are hurt I am NOT at all sorry for that ... pardon me !!

Before leaving for office when I switched ON the idiot box ... first thing I saw on that were some innocent creatures being pulled .. rather a euphemism for mercilly being dragged into the trucks ... asked to myself "What the hell is this ???..." just increased the volume and came to know that those innocent things would be butchered after a while only because someone want to celebrate their festival ......... bloody hell !!!! what sort of celebration ... what is this festival which is enjoyed at the expense of the life a creature ....

where are those ppl ... who make hue and cry on small issues like a cow coming infront on a car or stray dogs being kicked ....... are they sleeping or busy with perfoming sting operations for their channel in collaboration with "Together we can and we will".

Still could not understand how one can celebrate by mercilessly butchering that little being ... Hell may GOD NEVER EVER bless them ..... amen !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

.`.` Back Here ..... and Now !! .~..`.``

2006-01-04T20:10:00.000-08:00

She is back with all that long talks......... she boarded the bus, sat and just started the non-stop utterance ... about wahan yeh kiya, wahan yeh hota hai, wahan sab aiyse hai .. was also acting a bit stylish why not she had been for half a month out of India. Then she showed me her injured thumb ... it really has been badly injured would take some time to heal... hope she gets well soon. Then there way a story on the injured thumb.. story on volanic craters ... lakes .. about her room .. bout that and this .. never ending stuff.

Now she is sitting next to me .. and struggling with her password she has forgotten her password .. god knows what is she uttering .. all going over my head .... but forgetting things for sure is not her trait...

anyway now she is here .. never ending sessions of talks, fights and teasing would begin .. though we had a small quota of it in morning itself..

If I comment on anything about her .. her pet reply is "WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM" but the way it is said is so cute that I would like to hear it again n again... so I continue my activities of troubling her ...

She is not yet finished with her stories .. now looking at the pics ... let me hear to her stories and see all her pics now ... so its going to be a busy day today :D

Only thing I have to be careful of is her "Injured Thumb" coz if by mistake I even touch it .. all in return I get are the pinches n slaps on my arm ... GOD save me

Some1 MISSing

2006-01-03T20:34:00.000-08:00

Life is so short, so fast the lone hours fly,We ought to be together, you and I..........

It had been almost one and half yrs we hav been together but she has never been away from me for that long time....

she sits next to me .. and bothers me for the whole day ....

and my day also passes by fighting, talking, teasing and troubling her.... but did I ever realised that I would ever miss her alot

Why is it that the absence of the person only makes you realise that u r not complete without that person and something is missing .. when they are there you are busy with the menial work and ignore them as if they are there for you forever ???

This is the time I have realised that some relationships are so very special, relationships to which you cannot give any name other than friendship, but still the realisation of the fact comes when time actually point to it. Then we ask to ourself can there be anyone else who can replace that very special person .... our heart bluntly answers impromptu with a "NO" and ask us to wait for that very special person.

But today I am happy as she'll be back tommorow... then would start long uninterrupted sessions of explaining subtle nuances of her trip .. where I won't be allowed to speak .. till I shout and ask her to shut up but this time I won't shout rather ask her to continue to speak I am here to hear don't stop coz I missed you a lot my dear.......

Don't Waste My Time - A poem

2006-01-03T00:11:00.000-08:00

Don't Waste My TIME - (Tried to pen my daily routine in the poem)

When I could not hear anything ...
Why the hell are you sounding the Knell
Suddenly I realise am still alive ...
and what am hearing is an alarm bell

Everyday I feel the same ...
Is it a good sign ??
If not then why the hell GOD am I wasting my time................................

I then perform the menial work ...
and put on the attire
run from the house....
as if it was on fire
I run towards the bus stand..
but everyday ... fails to understand..
what am I runing for ??? ...
If everything is yours and you are mine
then why the hell in running am I wasting my time...................

In the office bus she comes ..
with phone stuch on her ear
and sit by my side...
she only movers lips , I presume..
other person can speak but can't hear

She then acts divine..
but discriminates between temples, asked for the reason
she calls me asnine..
Then why the hell with her am I wasting my time .............

Daily on my seat comes a call...
a hoarse voice asks me ...
to come to the reception hall
we then go to canteen
I see everybody eating
and my friends having cafeine

I ask the flippants lets move
its already half past nine
and think
why the hell with them am I wasting my time.....................

Day passes with meetings, discussions
and some occassional work..
on my way back, in bus, I tend to sleep
till she gives a hard jerk
I sleep coz I don't want to think deep...
Think about the place where
'am allowed to hear but not to speak

Isn't it better if I act in a pantomine ???
If YES....
Then why the hell here am I wasting my time .........................

They think I am happy ...
when I laugh and scream
but in reality laughter is
to cover the obituries of my dream

I have got a good solution GOD....
pls. give it an affirmative nod

After a long time I found a hand....
where lifeline comes to an abrupt end

I pray to you ...
" Take away from her that line ..
give it to me,
n gift her twice that of mine"

Coz I don't want to be here
for long and waste my precious time ...........