My chair is reclinable.. wanna sleep…

I have two monitors.. (i m using it efficiently )

there’s an awsm internal chat-app.. .. tht makes offc a collg :P

A baseless fight last night.. n a sleepless night… the kiddish feeling next morning …. lovely

An envelop below my desk.. priceless

A friend’s secrets caught.. happy.. excited… and very very happy .. and also yes that sense of achievement when he asks u to keep it secret

A friend has work… jealous..

A friend is worried…. want to, but cant seem to help… helpless…

and me blogging from offc .. wierd…

latest… my headphone not plugged properly n playlist in full volume turns on.. n all start to wonder where the sound cuming frm… still dunn understand how it happenned n switch off the phone n tht takes 20 seconds.. all still in wonder… haha……….. thats stupid.. … then getting complmnts on bchat fr the song .. amazing !!!

Thats the governing equation of ” Relationships”     [ Only a female point of view.. I believe ]

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Solution: Fight for your hope.

Result: You might / might not get anything out of it.

Side-effects:  If you get, you hope for more … if you don’t, you fight again

The easier solution: Do not fight…

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I guess after posting this one.. I feel relaxed… half my issues are solved Every thing becomes easier.. n rosier

Reality isn’t that bad I guess

Should be fun..

Hats off to the poet… this one is just an attempt to sing his words, in my tune …

Don’t just go tonight.. 

Sit by my side 

The melancholy scares  

I shall die,  

Shall, you, say you’re leaving 

So just lie, 

That, you would not 

Don’t just go tonight 

Am I so wrong… to stop you 

To just ask you to stay 

I grow cold… and numb 

As you get up… to just go away. 

If not for me, for you 

Listen to my plead tonight 

Don’t just go tonight…

Life is in the clutches of time 

But dear, 

Some moments that are free 

Are just here 

Don’t lose them,  

Yearn for them, you might 

Don’t just go tonight…

I smile in solitude..

Speak not a(the) word..

Toss sleeplessly, the night long

Wake up, with the humming, unheard..

I ask the mirror

If I am beautiful indeed

Can, that, he love to stare 

I talk to myself

To see if …can hold

In his  eyes, the glare..

I err a hundred times

Trying not to, any

I act often too stupid

Issues sublte, yet many

I fail to hold 

The unconscious smile

When he’s around

When distant

I lay cold

Muffled with stillness, unbound

I hate to believe he’s wrong

He can never be

Cherish even the anger

Sweet in fancy

It isn’t just a whim

Nor as plain a bliss

….I know not what they call it ..

….But, they sure have a name for this…

“” dost (bandiyan) mufat ho to peace hai… apni khud ki bandi mufat nahi honi chahiye “”

“”mast bandi thi—par achanak… haath mein cigarette… sab.. chhannnnn”"

“”ladkiyan cigarette phookti ya drink karti ya gaaliyan deti achchhi nahi lagti”"

“”smart / beautiful——>> Beautiful”"

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I wonder .. hoe would a guy react .. if a girl comes to him .. and says…. “” i like u …”" — i guess…. — “” mann… wat kinda girl?? …!!?….

is it??

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i always wanted an answer to this hard reality …. not that same old one… lets say.. why do boundaries for girls differ from guys……

but that…… why does the tolerance level lowers down when it comes to girls….

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i personally believe…. i just cant score a guy low coz he drinks….. then why does he score me down if i do……

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a girl refused a guy once…. he cleared jee.. and she approached him again… shit… awful na….

and a guy meets his friend’s girlfriend… so .. how did u find her… “gud yaar.. she was beautiful”… kool .. ……

note: there lies an eligibility in the second case… and if a similar case is included in the first one…. is it a disgust… ah .. i guess…

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i do not really complain… but its interesting…. isnt it???

the first time ever… i tried being general…. tried to peep out of the beautiful forest of friends …… just tried being a girl … and it was different… it actually was….

i realise, it isnt really a question i m throwing…but just a curiosity… i dunn say that if a guy drinks…. why cant a girl…..

But just that…. if a guy who drinks does not lose the eligibility of being called gud… why does a girl !!…!!!

think over this………………….

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The hungry tummy kept bubbling for dinner

Eyes, staring at the light in dark, go yet thinner

Scrolling through every table, waiting for its order

…A pair of wandering eyes, struck against another…

…Felt some food, for the hungry heart rather…

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They meant no reply, nothing strange

But the eyes stood still, a face’s range

The food on the table was no more feast

Its tempting aroma, bothered the least

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Seconds were years, so they sat for an age

Didn’t know what would come next, yet loved to gaze

A fascination, a charm, a sudden craze

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Finished up, washed, wiped and stood

Walked to the door, but wait for a second, they could

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Turned, looked, for once and last

Rapt still… yet ran … to evade the past

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But still in solace, when they shut themselves

Dream’s wagon, at them does park…

Remember not a look, & so they curse…….

Who the hell made the restaurants so dark !!!!

Those few people are the best gems that this life has gifted me…  I dedicate my blog to those lovely caring friends.

I thought for quite long … the title of this space…  was watching 50 First Dates then….  soon realized… every morning you wake up, the fresh sun rays, the breeze from the window, and an all fresh perception of lyf … all’s but a new Date….  That’s what makes the life beautiful.. Isn’t it …

Thanks to Adu for helping me choose the template

Will be coming up with more…