After a long night of trying to convince the n th friend of mine: to give up in his one sided love, I have yet again failed Ravi [name has been changed] :P What is love when it isn’t reciprocated? Isn’t it a mere fantasy that is stuck to one single person’s mind? When you love your love more than anything, I guess you should show a finger to people who disrespect it, especially to the person who rejects your proposal. When things don’t go the way you plan it, grow up and have some self-respect. After trying to impress someone with all your soul-try and impress ya self. If love is supposed to bind two people in happiness, I bet it can never balance the scale with one trying to keep another smiling.
How bad is it when people don’t get over their past? I do get the point getting over someone is painful and blah blah blah, that’s why alcohol was invented in the first place. Yet another emergency exit is friends[Don’t forget NOT to fall in love with one of your friends].If your friends keep telling you stories of- A soldier should never give up just cos he is wounded in a battle….. I say shove the story up theirs!!! 99% of first love ends up in trash and 99% of blind one sided chuckle heads believe they fall in the former 1%. Quoting one of my drunk best friend’s words, “living in ones past is like a prostitute dreaming about his/ her good old days.” I often hear Gandhis say : “Let her/him live happily with their fiancé, but I would always think about them all my life.” I would love to tell them: “Your bloody fantasizing about someone’s wife/hubby you sick perverts!” So to all my dear friends who are stuck with their past. Fast Track ads say: Move on man!
Disclaimer : no persons intentionally involved in this note but if ur reading this thinking its you M reeeely sorry :)
Monday, October 4, 2010
Saturday, September 4, 2010
First day @ college
ma first day in college... or first day outta college.. Me and my friend decide to visit a new mall... waiting for a bus..
heard a voice calling me... "first year student right? pay this bill" I was like ... who the fuck is this bastard n why the fuck should I pay his bill at a coffee shop... before I asked... the ass faced said "senior"... I slid my hands quickly into my pockets.. [perverts!!].. I picked up my mobile... "My elder brother is studying here too..Il call him.. I bet he'll pay ur bill" .. I was free n my friend was invited to pay that bill... he gave me one disgusting look!!! The first day sucked big time.. thanx to the few years.. gave me loads ov friends.. best part is I know I have one follower who is gonna read this... and saravnan.. machi... ur a product of the disgusting college :)cheers mate !
heard a voice calling me... "first year student right? pay this bill" I was like ... who the fuck is this bastard n why the fuck should I pay his bill at a coffee shop... before I asked... the ass faced said "senior"... I slid my hands quickly into my pockets.. [perverts!!].. I picked up my mobile... "My elder brother is studying here too..Il call him.. I bet he'll pay ur bill" .. I was free n my friend was invited to pay that bill... he gave me one disgusting look!!! The first day sucked big time.. thanx to the few years.. gave me loads ov friends.. best part is I know I have one follower who is gonna read this... and saravnan.. machi... ur a product of the disgusting college :)cheers mate !
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Disgrace
#2 pm……….I was 13 if am not wrong. Summer holidays. Sun beaming right into my head. Like every Indian, cricket was everything. Everything! Just 5 more runs to win. Just 5. I don’t think I can ever again concentrate so much on the tiny moving dot. The dirty ball is all I can see. Suddenly I felt a gentle hand on my shoulders. Seems out of nowhere an old man was standing right beside me. Handing over a small white slip he asked me “son can u help me find this address?” Having a quick glance at it “Sorry thatha I don’t know it. Ask that auto man standing over there,” pointing towards an auto parked a few blocks away. He walked slowly across the pitch. The next ball went straight into the chalk on the tree’s bark marking the stumps. I went and handed over the small bat to my friend who was so much awaiting for this moment. In a matter of few mins we won. We bullied the losers. Got tired of bullying and walked back home. The moment I stepped into my house I felt like a loser. The biggest loser in the world. My dad sitting there with the old man pointing to me “this is my second son.” Now I realize why the name on the slip he handed over to me was a well known name. It was my DAD’s. The address was mine!!!!DISGRACE!!!
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
the 1st promise
The day I spoke to him he promised me, he’d be my friend forever, stand beside me in this world of crap when I needed him the most
He promised to teach me to drink
And he did
He promised to write a testimonial to me if I write one for him
And he did
He promised to love his parents as much as they loved him
And he did
He promised he will take care of our lodging if we guys decided to have an annual get-together
And he did
He promised me he would do anything for his friends
And he did
He promised me he will keep up all his promises
And he did not. He broke the first one.
I was sitting home jobless and like the fig dried out in the Sun I was getting killed of boredom. Out of nowhere an idea flashed up in my mind . My favorite victim - Hari Amirthraj. At a very quick pace I reached for my mobile. “Hey whats up dude, are you in town, do we meet up?” “What machi you sound all happy. Am in trichy da. My birthday is just round the corner. Il be back in Chennai and I swear I’l take you guys out wherever you guys want me to.” I continued, “Lets see if you make it here for your birthday you big dodger!!!” “I WILL [what a liar]” he said and his next words came out fast “Am on another call il call you back in a minute.”
Two days later…..
It was all dark. I could hear the faint tone of my mobile from a distant land. I tried opening me eyed but the lids felt too damn heavy. Few minutes later the same noise echoes through my head. This time with difficulty I did roll out the lids. I slept with my contacts on. Before my eye could browse for the name, I reached for the answer button to cut down the loud noise. “Hey Amir died in a car crash, we are leaving to trichy now, are u coming?” Prasanna’s voice was broken by his irregular weeping and sprayed me with questions. Hung up the call without giving an answer. Closed my eyes and everything went black once again. For once I felt the darkness comforted me a million times better than the flame that drove away the darkness and fear in me. The flame that did consume the flesh of my best friend, when so many of us stood around him watching the fire eat up his flesh. In tears. In our memories. For that moment, none had any thoughts that did not involve him in it. The flame he lit in our hearts is not the one that would die out ever. I wish he realized how we all loved him. As a pat on our shoulders. As a smile. As a brother. And as a friend. I believe its not God wanting to meet him soon, it’s the death which he couldn’t escape. For God wouldn’t be selfish enough to take him away from the mob that loved him a lot more than Gods own love on Amir. Rest in Peace Amir. Bye. Till the day we meet again.
He promised to teach me to drink
And he did
He promised to write a testimonial to me if I write one for him
And he did
He promised to love his parents as much as they loved him
And he did
He promised he will take care of our lodging if we guys decided to have an annual get-together
And he did
He promised me he would do anything for his friends
And he did
He promised me he will keep up all his promises
And he did not. He broke the first one.
I was sitting home jobless and like the fig dried out in the Sun I was getting killed of boredom. Out of nowhere an idea flashed up in my mind . My favorite victim - Hari Amirthraj. At a very quick pace I reached for my mobile. “Hey whats up dude, are you in town, do we meet up?” “What machi you sound all happy. Am in trichy da. My birthday is just round the corner. Il be back in Chennai and I swear I’l take you guys out wherever you guys want me to.” I continued, “Lets see if you make it here for your birthday you big dodger!!!” “I WILL [what a liar]” he said and his next words came out fast “Am on another call il call you back in a minute.”
Two days later…..
It was all dark. I could hear the faint tone of my mobile from a distant land. I tried opening me eyed but the lids felt too damn heavy. Few minutes later the same noise echoes through my head. This time with difficulty I did roll out the lids. I slept with my contacts on. Before my eye could browse for the name, I reached for the answer button to cut down the loud noise. “Hey Amir died in a car crash, we are leaving to trichy now, are u coming?” Prasanna’s voice was broken by his irregular weeping and sprayed me with questions. Hung up the call without giving an answer. Closed my eyes and everything went black once again. For once I felt the darkness comforted me a million times better than the flame that drove away the darkness and fear in me. The flame that did consume the flesh of my best friend, when so many of us stood around him watching the fire eat up his flesh. In tears. In our memories. For that moment, none had any thoughts that did not involve him in it. The flame he lit in our hearts is not the one that would die out ever. I wish he realized how we all loved him. As a pat on our shoulders. As a smile. As a brother. And as a friend. I believe its not God wanting to meet him soon, it’s the death which he couldn’t escape. For God wouldn’t be selfish enough to take him away from the mob that loved him a lot more than Gods own love on Amir. Rest in Peace Amir. Bye. Till the day we meet again.
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