lite

“Lite teesko. Ivanni lite”
If I say, “it’s ok” it’s not actually ok. It is “It’s ok” because it’s you.

“I didn’t expect that you would take it lite”
I didn’t take it lite. But I don’t want to cling on. Thus it is “it’s ok”.

T-dodo is on strike

Four dodos N-dodo, P-dodo, R-dodo and T-dodo happened to be friends. T-dodo works in 215 and the rest in 106. T-dodo meets them at canteen for tea break and lunch break. P-dodo is not talking with T-dodo, as she didn't receive his call when she was in bus. T-dodo sensed that her presence or absence doesn't make any difference for her mates. Many times, either R-dodo and P-dodo will talk about not-to-be-asked matters or R-dodo and N-dodo will talk about their never-ending monumental project. T-dodo is feeling completely different for their behavior. You know what T-dodo is going to do? She won't go for tea with them and will give a miss call to R-dodo. If they want to come with, they will come. T-dodo is happy alone.

T-dodo doesn't need importance but she can't bear ignorance.

pyaar ka sara

Hum ko hogayi hain mohabbat,
par unhe kaise batayein.
batana hain chahat ko,
chahat se kaise batayein.
voh samne aye to lab sil jaaye..
voh door jaaye to ankhein bheeg jaaye.
batana hain haal-e-dil..
par hain bas ek mushkhil..
dar hain kahi..
toot na jaaye.. yeh dil
choot na jaaye.. yeh ehsaas
bikhar na jaaye..yeh armaan
reh na jaaye.. tanhayee..
yeh dard meetha sa
hain ek anookha ehsaas
tumse milkar mila
hain na koi gila.. hain na koi shikwa..
tum hume chaho.. na chaho..
hum tume chahenge,
jab tak phool khushbu se mila hain.

Happy Valentine's day.

My dear friend vichika wrote this lovely piece.
I liked it very much and so copied from her diary.

Does it need a title?

I am sorry; I couldn't post the stories as I promised. Someone (somehow) deleted my second story and I myself deleted the third one, as I think, I didn't present it, as it should be.

Important Notice: I have gone mad and I could hardly write anything. So don't believe everything I say, when I am mentally ill. Use your brains.

I thought of writing a story but I also thought it is better if I keep shut than to mis-present the sensitive stories. Also I have so many things inside me. If I don't keep them out, they will die out. So here is the flow of thought.

I read "Love Story" by Eric Segal. Simple and Superb. Too far from that of Shitty Sheldon's idiotic plots, vulgar details of love making, and unbearable slang (Do you think he deserves more??). I am saying this, in spite of the fact that I read much of that crap.

"Love Story" is pretty decent. I enjoyed the playful conversations between Oliver and Jenny. They are not just fun, they always made me to throw myself into one of those two characters. I matched myself with Oliver, not-so-grown-up character. Going in with Oliver, I liked Jenny, and her way of irritating/looking in me, I mean Oliver. She is damn impressive. I think, I should have read this very early. Don't ask me, if this book has influenced me. May be it has.

One of those conversations made this stir in my mind.
How we can love one, without letting that one to see through our imperfection? When we know; we cannot act for all our life, why do we mask our little flaws? Do we fear of missing that one, who can't accept what we are? Certainly, it is a breakdown for the one inside, if our love can see the negative side, which we carefully conceal. Still, it's sweet as love comes along. If not, what good love is for?

When I say -I am in love with someone, what do I mean? Is that just I like him? (Plainly, I like many others) Or is that I cannot live without him? (If I meant this, I am a big liar. I can live, until I can). Or is that I can take care of him if he lets me to? (But it's always mutual, I believe. Love stands in reciprocation. I can love him, but I can never beg for his love) Then why do I say- I love him?? So If I have said- I am in love with anyone, I would like to take my words back. I don't love anyone. I don't.

Now you believe I am crazy. Don't you?

Alas

I lost my post.

The gift

Let us start Feb 14th celebrations. As a piece of mine, I want to write a small story everyday (not exactly) till 14th. Some of these stories are real and some are not. Unfortunately, most of the stories end with a heartrending break up. Today’s story is one that sort.

14th Feb, 200X.
The two met and wished each other “happy valentine’s day!” No one knew what their relation was. Suspect yeh hai ki, even they didn’t know what they were. Friends? Or Lovers? She never thought someone would love her till the day she was introduced to him by a close friend. As she expected, he brought a small gift for her. She was happier than ever to confirm her suspect. She took it and said “thanks so much” with her heartiest smile of shy. He was looking into her eyes and she couldn’t.

She was tensed as if it was her chemistry exam and felt everyone around was observing her. She handed him the gift to hold and said that she would take it while leaving. After sometime, she left for the work without taking the gift. He was disappointed by her behavior. What a stupid she was? If she didn’t like him, why did she take the gift first? And why did she give it back?

After a few days, when they got closer than before, she asked him about the gift. He said that he had thrown that in dustbin, reasoning her atypical behavior. She asked him to tell at least what that gift was. He never said. After few more days, she asked him again about that gift. Then he said that he had given that to someone else.

Before long, they became good friends (Lovers?). They had given a shoulder to each other and fought sometimes too. They were parted and had gone in different pathways.

She asked him again about that gift when they met. He said that it was with him, but he misplaced it. Even knowing everything, she didn’t stop asking him about the gift whenever they met and he didn’t stop giving reasons.

She asked herself, why the hell she didn’t take the gift when she should. And why she was after that when everything was over? She whispered to herself that she told him when she was about to leave and waited for few minutes expecting that he would give that gift back. She left as she was nervous to ask him the gift.

She wanted to know what that gift was, as it was given on a special day by a special person of her life, the one who taught her many things or rather who had been a co-learner on the training grounds of life. He used to say, “When you love someone, tell them. It doesn’t make you lesser. Let your heart be completely filled with love; keep no place for ego, jealous, and anything else on the earth”

She loved him, might not as much as he loved her. But he never believed. They broke up their doubtful relation (love) as they thought they weren’t for each other. They strengthened their intact link (friendship) and moved on. But she kept on asking him about the gift