Thanks for the Love Mussu

My Sweetheart, my mistress of spices, My Alice from the Wonderland, you mean my world for me. Of all the fairy tales, I’ve never read, I find living them in you. Thanks for making me live a fairy tale.

It has been a ‘I’ centered life the I in me has been used to, with the other characters assuming there importance in relation to this I. & then you come, not to change it, but to make me discover beyond ‘I’, to make me see the hidden more beautiful existence of myself. Thanks for making me discover all I had missed.

I lived for being sincere – to love anyone with sincerity for that is what I knew. It was derived, not earned. You changed that. I love you not for what you mean to me, I love you for who you are. & I live a special moment every moment knowing you love me back. Thanks for stirring up my passion for life and love.

I was lonely, among friends and family and the paraphernalia. But not with you, hold me before I need the hug, you put your lips to me before I utter a useless word. Thanks for understanding me like no one has done before.

There are reasons more than I may count on why I love you. I need you, I respect you, I want to be lost in you. But then Mussu, my love, Thanks for all the love that you have filled me with. Thanks for loving me back, Thanks for all the coconuts I get for saying I Love You! Keep doing it for the rest of my life

Mussu

When I write to you, the first one I miss is you, and the 2nd one a pen and a paper - the very essence of a good old fashioned love story. But why be old fashioned when we can discover and discover again all over again?
The atheist in me shunned religion till you made me a devotee of yours. I know you hate the concept of purity and the accompanied divinity, but my sweetheart bear with me, I will but soon compare you to Gandhi. Who said love letters had to be not so cruel :)
Yes, we met by chance, and chance was the destiny in disguise. I desired and conspired but it was you who inspired me to say the words on mobile (Oh yes, we are the new age chaps). My discomfort, my awkward green grass blue sky moment, is all but forgotten and archived, all I see is the blue nailpaint that adored your feet and some bit of mine. The ladel, the gems, the pigeon talks and crow crooning, the empty street and the feeble attempt at languages - images from dateless nights as I ensured you were charmed to be the better half I desired for.
What did I see in you when I had not even seen you? Ask the poet who wrote love is blind, the stupid one did not realise, eyes do not feel.
My Sweetheart, I swear on all the coconuts to have ever come on this earth, I am smitten by you like no eyes could ever be. 

A movie called Skyline

For divine justice, we need not wait for 2012, it’s here and how! Theatres will turn into devlish machine, & the end of shows will witness zombies storming out post Skyline…
Listing down a few apparent dangers of watching the movie so intense in logic, that defying the logic becomes extinct.
• Danger 1: Skyline might help speed up your receding hairline
• Danger 2: you may end up shunning any light, including Bud Lite
• Danger 3: it might inspire you to gorge your brains out, vaporize them with the hope a new one will emerge from somewhere
• Danger 4: if it happens, gents might have to live with ladies brains & vice versa, a sure shot guarantee for Apocalypse
• Danger 5: Might risk saving any of those flirtious moments hoping the world’s going to end, so wtf…it might end, just for you
• Danger 6: post urination, do not feel embarrassed if flush does not work
• Danger 7: if you check flush is not working, decide not to urinate
• Danger 8: take more time to decipher the plot than would have taken putting the Rubek’s together thrice
• Danger 9: go & watch it post reading this
• Danger 10: if already watched, wait for part 2

Hip Hop Hope

The 100 days of nerve wrecking hope festival begins again! ICC Cricket World Cup is here again to come & the ad frenzy has begun. Checked out the full scale page ad in a leading daily talking about the ‘Billion hope & 1 Dream’…so very prophetic. Perhaps an ad for the last edition’s must have been the same (considering the faces are the same & the Indian official billion remain as it is). Perhaps what did change were the money spenders’ logos at the bottom, either new names or fresh identities.
My heart goes out to all of us who sleep, eat, dream cricket who religiously put out time, and heart in following our superstars bring bag home the cup of hope. After all it’s not just an empty cup any more. It’s the cup…that symbolizes a coming of age of the country, eradication of evils, continuation of the hope forever. As our Fellowship of the Cup Hunters prepare for the journey, mothers will abandon their favorite kids to pray for Dhoni, husbands will stake their wives for a Sachin century, brothers will face each other to bet for their star.
Imagine this also coincides with the Great Indian wedding season, so the dowry demand will definitely include an LCD and Tata Sky. And a few of the honeymoons might be postponed, (after who goes to SL & Bangladesh for honeymoon). Every ball which consumes the head of the enemy will be remembered; those little knocks of the warriors will be passed on from generations. The widows will emphathise with the wails of surrender; the grandfathers will bring out from their holy books of anecdotes the pain of ’62 or the pleasure of ’71.
In all this will be the regular drinks to soothe down the tempers, the waiting line to wish the team victory, mike wielding ex-cricketers getting a chance to be heard. & all else will be remembered but the game. Dhoni & Co. carry a burden which Gods find difficult to handle. 11 people fighting not the opposition but fear of failure. & before they take the field, will have their movable & immovable properties insured for a premium.
We deserve this cup, no matter what. Like the comet Hailey’s we wait for the first signs it is arriving, and then go in an overdrive of prayers. We drink, we cry, we laugh, we fight. & like Lord K in Maharashtra, we assimilate all the Bhagwat Gita’s teachings on the fields. Our heroes, we worship & curse at the same time. In moments of victory, old ‘treachery’ is forgotten.
And yes we are a forgiving devotee, or a patient one. If we are not the one, doesn’t matter, the fruits of patience we will taste the next edition!

Eyes of Love...

There will be more after us,
We are not the 1st to love,
& yet an angel so pure of heart,
Will never walk the earth.
For beauty was not defined by seas,
& Time forever lost in your eyes,
When a tear drop left the eye of God,
A pearl named you was born.
I am no magician who will reach for stars,
I am a stranger to Mecca & Eden,
But when you wake up at my side,
No monarch so great can be me.
In your smile, I find my world,
In your memory, a 100 lives,
In your voice, is the song of love,
In you, I find I.

elections of hope

the power of positivity is for all to see. congress does the impossible again defying all predictions, hammering all nay-sayers. the vote was not for Congress but it was a vote for hope, a thumbs-up for good governance. all those who rebuffed against the so called NREG & loan waiver can rest their tired souls to peace. it was this inclusive growth that led to development. Moditva should put on their thinking caps. growth is not the only aspect. the politics of violence & hatred is bound to fail. it got Hitler & it will get you. the vote brought into definition a new word - pro incumbency. lot many will be worried that the idea of intelligent voting has begun it was at work in India & Bihar. a formidable caste alliance of laloo & paswan bit the dust in front of change. the hope that laloo had promised long back came back to haunt him as he was trounced.

i don't know whether i am a believer or not. i don't take pride in such a comment. but then i have been both at some points of my life. & i enjoyed being a believer i need to confess. what changed & how the change kept on its journey? i will try to decipher. it was perhaps the innocence of childhood vs the conspiracy of adulthood which always came in my way.
i am coming down from a lofted platform, suddenly in the process of realizing the self. struggle is necessity of learning, & learning by self is no match when you have a teacher. perhaps faith is that teacher. it will take some time to accept the fact but the process is in place and more importantly i feel much relieved. i had always respected faith even at my darkest image, however now its importance in the journey.