The impenetrable fortress!

I knew her in college... not as well as I know her now. We hardly talked to each other. Maybe only in the labs.

But, things doesnt turn out the way you think it should. What I can remember most about her is the fortress that we shared. Although it was as thin as a bed-sheet, it couldn't be brought down by any of the Bush's missiles. Couldnt even be heard by Big Brother. This was our land. Our territory.

But, its way in the past now. The past always has the ill reputation of creeping up on you when you least expect it.

But then, you still love and cherish those moments till the moment you turn to dust.

The man-woman relationship ... in a nutshell

man see woman
juices flow
man get excited
man try impress woman
man act stupid

woman see man see woman
woman see man get excited
juices flow
woman see man act stupid
juices stop
woman walk away

SIGH ...

100 metres of memories

Memories that spanned 100 metres... 38 rooms. Starting from No. 21 to No. 59, it was quite an odd-ball gang. But then I loved them.

After classes at 4, 21 was usually not there, playing away at a comp in 22 or 56. 28 being the kabab-mein-haddi. 30 was out playing something. It was usually anything. 31 would be just doing nothing.. as usual. 33 would be out screaming his lungs out. 34 in the canteen.(he was never seen in the hostel around this time). 35 was the jester or should i say, our very own stand-up comedian. The place we gossipped bout the day's happenings. 38 was our arcade man ... the gaming room man. 40 was our mama. He took care of us. 46 was busy making contacts... Cos of that, his room was the "room". 47 was the ladies' man, so he never spent time with us men ;) 51, 52 spent their time in the canteen(mostly). 53 would be serenading by playing his guitar to his puppies. 56 was busy with 21 or on the computer. 57 never was found at his room. He just kept roamin about. A vagabond. 58 was busy at the OC, working his charm on the inhabitants of 9 and 10. 59 was the guy you went to when u needed a laugh. That guy always made you smile.

Like I said, we were something. And I just love them.

With Arms Wide Open...

I have changed. A small part of me is dead. I just dont think I can revive that part of me. However, I may disagree that I'm alright, I'm not. Some people can see right through me. And they know who I'm talking about.

Am i being cautious with life? I just dont know. Senorita thinks so. Maybe I am. I never was like this. But then, I'm trying to take life with open arms.

Till then..

Why did Harry meet Sally??

I donno if I have to agree with Harry or Sally. In case you are wondering what I'm talking about, I just saw the flick "When Harry met Sally". Harry aka Billy Crystal keep saying that a guy n a girl can never truly be friends. Sally aka Meg Ryan, obviously, keep telling otherwise - its not all about Love and the Act.

I kept looking within myself trying to figure out who to agree to. You see, I have my reasons.

Maybe, I just won't be able to figure this one out.

"Harry, would you wish you never met Sally then?"

Unbreak my heart

A story is told about a soldier who was finally coming home after having fought in Vietnam. He called his parents from San Francisco.

"Mom and Dad, I'm coming home, but I have a favor to ask. I have a friend I'd like to bring home with me."

"Sure," they replied, "we'd love to meet him."

"There's something you should know," the son continued, "he was hurt pretty badly in the fighting. He stepped on a land mind and lost an arm and a leg. He has nowhere else to go, and I want him to come live with us."

"I'm sorry to hear that, son. Maybe we can help him find somewhere to live." "No, Mom and Dad, I want him to live with us."

"Son," said the father, "you don't know what you're asking. Someone with such a handicap would be a terrible burden on us. We have our own lives to live, and we can't let something like this interfere with our lives. I think you should just come home and forget about this guy. He'll find a way to live on his own."

The son hung up tand the parents heard nothing more from him. A few days later, however, they received a call from the police saying their son had committed suicide.

The grief-stricken parents flew to San Francisco and were taken to the city morgue to identify the body of their son. They recognised him, but to their horror they also discovered something they didn't know: their son had only one arm and one leg.

The parents in this story are like many of us. We find it easy to love those who are good-looking or fun to have around, but we don't like people who inconvenience us or make us feel uncomfortable.

We would rather stay away from people who aren't as healthy, beautiful, or smart as we are.

Thankfully, there's someone who won't treat us that way. Someone who loves us with an unconditional love that welcomes us into the forever family, regardless of how messed up we are.

Tonight, before you tuck yourself in for the night, say a little prayer that God will give you the strength you need to accept people as they are, and to help you be more understanding of those who are different from you.

TOI [SUN, MAY 02, 2004 02:04:49 AM]

Love's labour is never lost

This inspirational piece currently in circulation on the Internet shows that nothing can erode the pillars of true love.

My husband is an engineer by profession, I love him for his steady nature, and I love the warm feeling when I lean against his broad shoulders.

Three years of courtship and now, two years into marriage, I would have to admit, that I am getting tired of it. The reasons for me loving him before have now transformed into the cause of all my restlessness. I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive when it comes to a relationship and my feelings. I yearn for the romantic moments, like a little girl yearning for candy. My husband is my complete opposite, his lack of sensitivity, and the inability of bringing romantic moments into our marriage has disheartened me about love. One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision, that I wanted a divorce. ‘‘Why?'' he asked, shocked. ‘‘I am tired, there are no reasons for everything in the world!'' I answered.

He kept silent the whole night, seemed to be in deep thought with a lighted cigarette at all times. My feeling of disappointment only increased. Here was a man who can't even express his predicament, what else can I hope from him? Finally he asked me: what can I do to change your mind?

Somebody said it right: it's hard to change a person's personality, and I guess, I have started losing faith in him. Looking deep into his eyes I slowly answered: Here is the question. If you can answer and convince my heart, I will change my mind -- Let's say, I want a flower located on the face of a mountain cliff, and we both are sure that picking the flower will cause your death. Will you do it for me? He said: I will give you your answer tomorrow... My hopes just sank by listening to his response.

I woke up the next morning to find him gone, and saw a piece of paper with his scratchy handwriting, underneath a milk glass, on the dining table near the front door. The note read: ‘‘My dear, I would not pick that flower for you, but please allow me to explain the reasons further.'' This first line was already breaking my heart. I continued reading... ‘‘When you use the computer, you always mess up the software programs, and you cry in front of the screen. I have to save my fingers so that I can help to restore those programs and wipe off your tears.

You always leave the house keys behind, so I have to save my legs to rush home to open the door for you. You love travelling but always lose your way in a new city, I have to save my eyes to show you the way. You always have the cramps whenever your ‘good friend' approaches every month, I have to save my palms so that I can calm the cramps in your tummy.

You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be infected by infantile autism. I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes and stories to cure your boredom. You always stare at the computer, and that will do nothing good for your eyes, I have to save my eyes so that when we grow old, I can help to clip your nails, and help to remove those annoying white hairs. So I can also hold your hand while strolling down the beach, as you enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful sand... and tell you the colour of flowers, just like the colour of the glow on your face...

So, my dear, unless I am sure that there is someone who loves you more than I do, I could not pick that flower yet, and die...''

My tears dropped on the letter, and blurred the ink of his handwriting. I continued reading... ‘‘Now, that you have finished reading my answer, if you are satisfied, please open the front door for I am standing outside, like everyday, with your favourite bread and fresh milk.''

I rush to pull open the door, and saw his anxious face, clutching tightly with his hands, the milk bottle and loaf of bread. Now I am very sure that no one will ever love me as much as he does, and I have decided to leave the flower alone.

That's life, and love. When one is surrounded by love, the feeling of excitement fades away, and one tends to ignore the true love that lies in between the peace and dullness.

Love shows up in all forms, even very small and cheeky forms. It has never been a model, it could be the dullest and boring form. Flowers and romantic moments are only used and appear on the surface of the relationship. Under all this, the pillar of true love stands. And that's reason enough to live.

- TOI [SAT, DEC 06, 2003 11:17:00 PM]

Respect.. We Earned It!

I still remember that day. The happiest day of my life. Not when I got to be part of the corporate world (basically, got a job). Not when love found me. But when Teamwork prevailed. Friendship reigned.

15th Feb 2002. A day that will never live in infamy (not for me, atleast). Last day of the Annual Fest. Core night. The highlight was to be our Fashion theme - Human Emotions. The stage was set. Hooting was heard from the crowds (all part of the emotions, which were directed towards ppl like Us). They never knew what was coming.

Happiness enters. With his yellow radiant face denoting the sun set the crowd at ease. One always finds happiness in his life at one point in time.

But then, Sadness will follow. It is inevitable. Thus entered, Agony. He had lost everything.

Anger sets in. Anger towards God, Life, Family, Society.

But then how long can one be angry. He will realise society is not going anywhere because He's angry. Fear. People hide this behind a wall of machoism. Indifference towards others. They are just afraid to open up to anything.

Confusion then takes its toll on him. Not knowing whether he's to open to the new challenge life has brought him.

Slowly, we do find peace within ourselves. We find Nirvana. In the faraway sandy shores.. Atop the highest mountains. Each one finds peace in what he finds clarity.

Ah, What's this. A guy in a vest. No, he's Cupid. What we all forget. Love is the greatest of all emotions. Then it happened. All six of us came together. Standing in a line. And we turned around. We had formed a Heart. That was Love - the biggest of all. Then it started. People who started hooting were now standing and clapping till their hands pained. Maybe, I'm exaaggerating. Maybe, I'm not. All we could hear was 500 palms smacking each other. And we couldnt see it. The goosebumps. The ecstasy. We heard it. We felt it. We had earned it.

The respect.

From one. From All.