Why I didn't tell you

This is the poem i wrote to tell my best friend why I didn't tell her my problems.
Think of you and your best friend and tell me what i did was right or wrong.


 

I was dying
my problems were huge
but in me my friends seek refuge
so how could I cry
I had to give it a try
and if It didn’t work
my tears had to dry
what if my friends needed a shoulder
what if my friends had a dispute
I knew I was mentally older
when the resources were acute
I knew I cannot weep
but the pain was so deep
and it couldn’t have just died
so I faked a smile and lied
I had to be happy
I had to be normal
because they could have guessed from my voice
that I was trying to be formal
and I hated them for this
and I loved them for this
they cried on scratches
while my wounds didn’t heal
but all my agony and pain
I had to put behind a veil
their pains shouldn’t stay
but mine I can’t put away
and they had never seen those like mine
but I said I am well and I am fine
and when they came to know
they were torn apart
there eyes fell with tears
It just pricked their heart
and that’s why I hate you
and that’s why I love you

Who says you can't do it?

“I wasn’t expecting you to be good anough to that.”

Don’t you feel like showing your middle finger to such people who have don’t know you well enough to know your abilities and still they think they have the right to expect something from you?

Don’t feel provoked when you are under rated?

If the answer is yes, join the club.

Today, for the first time, I am blogging my actual thoughts.

After overperforming for a very long time, I am still considered the underdog.

Has it happened to you as well?

What options presented them to me at that moment were -:

1)      To run away from such people

2)      Tell them on their faces that only my friends can make a guess about my abilities and they never make a wrong one.

3)      Or shut up and prove them wrong again and again.

In my case, I chose the third option. No I am not someone perfect. But this is not ethical but entirely selfish. Such a humiliation can provide you with enough energy and motivation to do everything that such people don’t expect from you.

And believe me I have tried the second one a lot of times. It doesn’t help you but since you have given vent to all your anger, you may fail at the job they expect you to fail and then they would laugh at you.

And about the second one, I have tried it a couple of times and the world doesn’t even bother whether you are there or not. They would have a lot of replacements. Winners are those who stand there under all circumstances and finally win for themselves enough critics that they can laugh at them.

But still I find the world an imperfect place to learn something without being compared.

But it is the perfect place to learn how to remain focussed even under so many defects.

And as I learned in material science, these are the defects that lend strength to something.

After all, who says you can't do it?

If anyone does, he doesn't have a right to judge you.

Among all these undesirable events, finding The way out of reality………..

She took away my heart......

It seems like the days of Munni are over. It’s the time for sheila.

Though the valiant efforts of our CM Sheila dikshit went unnoticed under the glory of the CWG, who knew that sheila was going to be the next big thing and here I am not talking about the CM.

Sheila ki jawani has become the sizzler. Even with exams going on in IIT, people have found something that has held their hearts. Sheila ki jawani has become like an early morning prayer besides it is also the dream sequence of all of us guys these days.

“Dude Prof ne paper me residual property puchhi thi aur mujhe sheila ki jawani yaad aa rhi thi.”

But for me, this is also an understatement.

Sheila  is the goddess. And as she says, she is too sexy for us. So finally we found something to cheer about among the majors. Within a day or two, everyone would have by hearted her every move though mass transfer formulas are too tough to remember.

Lets hope this Sheila fever doesn’t get over as soon as Munni or if it gets, we get something even better.

PS Just thinking…….How do girls find such fantasies? Male item numbers are so rare.

I would be thankful if some girl answers this for me.

Still looking for the way out of reality………….

I am finally blogging !!!!!!

“Hey, I really didn’t mean to propose five girls at the same time.”

That’s me. It turns out that everytime I do something smart, it comes out heavily on me.

“But if you thought that I was proposing you, why did you post a smiley and said yes, thank you?”

But at times it did prove out to be lucky for me.

“Had it only been her instead of you.”

But even when it did, it didn’t help me in any way.

 “Hello? Hello?”

And my phone disconnected.

Fiveteen minutes later, on phone……..

“Don’t worry. She wont hate you for that. She may just stop talking to you forever and ever.”

That’s my best friend who also happens to be a girl but unluckily, unlike most of the girls, she happens to be smart.

“And in what way was that meant to be consoling?”

“Was I supposed to console you on the fact that a girl said yes to your proposal which was meant for five girls at the same time and you said ‘Just had it been her instead of you.’ I rather find it funny.”

"Go on laughing. It was all because of you."

So here’s the story. She had challenged to me to dedicate a romantic poem to a girl on Facebook. And I dedicated it to five to make it look like something normal and not meant to mean anything like that.

“By the way the poem was good. Why don’t you write a blog?”

“As I have said to atleast fifteen other people and to you about 5 times, that I wont write a blog ever.”

Three days later,

“Hey I am starting a blog.”

That’s how I decided to write a blog.

I am thinking about sharing a few short stories, my experiences, opinion about a books and movies and specially, my poems.

Starting with the same poem.

So That We Fall in Love

I search for you in the sand,
and every time I find you,
wind blows you from my hand
I look for you in the blue sea
and I throw a net,
but you are far away and free
it’s a mystery how we fall in love,
when I search for you on land,
you fly in the sky above.
And when I float with clouds
you are on earth with the crowds.
It’s a mystery how we will meet.
I have imagined you from head to feet.
And I think of you all day and night,
natures’ fury, I have to fight
just to get to you.
Just to get to you.
The whole world conspires against me.
Together we will never be,
but away we can never be
or else I would die.
Tell me it’s all a lie.
And I would wake up in the morning
and see u holding my hand.
Tell me it’s not a warning
or else we would find our own land.
Tell me you are the one,
the one who is mine.
We are meant to be with each other
we are meant to shine.
And I don’t want to end up alone,
so many years I have been on my own.
and its still a mystery why we fall
And how the one becomes one and all
and I know you are also unaware of that
but we need to meet we need to chat
so that we fall in love.
So that we fall in love.