Made 4 eachother

"Couple" : Made for each other
The word which makes 2 sapiens 1
The word which brings 2 world into 1
The word which make 2 sapiens work for 1 goal
Hats Off to all couples out there...

Far yet to close

She was close, but I did not realise
She loved me, but I ignored it
She waited for me, but I was too busy
She is Faraway, but I now realised how close she was to me.

I missed her, the relation drifted away at glacial pace,but one fine morning, all was over
The glacier had sunk, leaving me searching

I was not ignoring you, instead I was setting up my career for you
I never admired your attire, but it never meant I was not liking them
I teased you, but I never meant to hurt you
I commented on your negative, but I always saw more positive in you.
I shouted at you, but it was filled more with love rather than anger

We never said we liked each other, but it was all in the air, it was there in our minds, but not in our lips... but it was too late...

You now remain in my dreams
You still rule my heart
You are not in my rear view mirror, but in my windshield
Your absence is the presence which I feel day in day out...
You are far away from me, beyond my reach, but I wish... I wish

Please give back my ..............

It was half day... had reached home early, took a good cool shower and gulped down the food mom had kept ready.Slowly each and every grain found its way to its destination conquering the available space. It was time to take nap, switched on the player and went to bed, to rest those aching bones.
Suddenly when the nap broke it was 5:00.... with sleepy eyes, unsteady steps, disturbed hairs I marched like a drunken man towards the face wash.Made my self presentable and sat near the window.., with Kitty on lap, ma eyes are waiting in anticipation, ears are wandering to hear that particular sound.Hands busy patting kitty, but mind was somewhere else.. like the cold breeze blowing my sense were all over the places..
Suddenly all sense join hand and re-enter my body.. assertiveness is the mantra of the second.

Smile slowly broke off my lips.. eyes were targeting those white polythene bag... the silence was broken by the vibrating sound of the motor.Like an hero entering the scene, Dad made his entry.. Mom opened the gates... She walked towards the door, in hand were the polythene bag, I rushed to the door racing against those electric pulses before it reached those sound producing machines call Calling bell.
I stood on the door, with a smile, with a hug and kiss mom greeted her son, who looked neat today.After exploring those polythene bags and savouring those yummy's she brings often on returning from office... my concentration shifted to Dad. Who started with normal Q&A session.
The day was special, it was month end, and I have been waiting... my purse is gonna be heavier.The pocket money time.
Like a bride standing in front of her new Groom, I stood in front of dad... leaning across the door, coming back and front, breaking the silence with the creep.... the sound waves start their journey ..

Me : Daddyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy...
Dad: Deaf ears to me....
Me : Again.. Papaaaaaaaaaaaa... Achaaa...........Dadddddddddddddddddyyyyyyyy
Dad: With a smile.. yes Son...
Me: Pocket money...

Dad with a smile, takes a note from his pocket, this note was kept separately, just for me, with a kiss on forehead he hands me that currency note. Saying thank u i ran to my room, opened my purse.. It was filled with those currency notes, 10 rupees notes, fresh and crisp. This time the count of notes were five in the purse.Half century. Five months earning. I was happy.. I could get the Milkybar truck. .I was not found of Milkybar, I was found of that truck, there were 5 bars, 2 goes to Sis,once each for Dad, Mom and Me.

The happiness those currency notes provided by Dad were beyond explanation, the joy I had collecting those were beyond hobbies.Even though many times the currency do accumulate in my account they are just dead currencies, nothing more, they do not have the love of my dad, who made sure he kept a currency note for me aside from his salary

I wish those days could return,
I wish I could still peep out of window to see dad and mom coming in Scooter,
I wish I could cherish the savouries Mom brought for me again
I wish I could ask Dad for pocket money
I wish I could share the chocolates again with all....
I wish......
I wish let the eye drops on my hand do evaporate soon....

Women's Day

You talk about your feeling
Sometimes I keep mine to myself
But that doesn't mean your foolish
And you know
I don't want anybody else
And you can say I love you
Like hello and goodbye.
Well I don't say it very often
But you know

I'll love you till the day I die

That's just the difference

Between a woman and a man
Thank god for that difference
When we both understand
A woman and a man

To all those ladies out there, Fresh Lime Soda Salutes you... U r so special, beyond words...

Pot Luck 2 Pot Belly

Water Water everywhere not a drop to Drink

Food food everywhere, lack of space to occupy it.

Yes this was my state after the Pot luck which happened in my office.

Few highly active brain cells decided to showcase their cooking talents, to get extra admiration from those handsome hunks and the pot luck was born.The victims were we boys gang... who had no idea about cooking nor did they have some one to cook for them.Uncle gangs (We call the married guys Uncle Gang :)) some how managed to convenience their other half to cook and bring in the share.

For a part time cook, it was again not an easy job to cook, that to cook for 30 odd people.. ho my gosh.. If I cook, some souls will be biting their time going 2 loo.....;)

So we Bachelor boys decided to take service of some hotel to bring in those dishes.

Hey now the story is not this.. the story begins now.

With anticipation of great food, I skipped my breakfast.. it was 12:30 tom was active chasing Jerry in my stomach. I made a move to the pantry... Hoo what a scene, what an aroma.. I was blown away.

After few talks from our heads the mission began...

Ms N was in front of me in queue, we slowly took one dish at a time, I took few Paratas (India Bread) and some Veg dishes. Ms N hey did u try my Dal.. I said no.. She became so proactive and served me her Dal.... With prayers in my mind I started off..

The Dal was really good and blended well with my Paratha.Admiration started flowing to Ms N and few others whose Dish I had tasted. Suddenly I heard Ms L telling me.. Rechii did to take my Noodles. I said Nop buddy, I just started with Breads. Okie Do not forget to serve the same for u. Like an obedient student I went in to take those noodles. On the way Ms S said hey did U taste my Rajma Masala, Ms A asked did u taste my chicken curry, Mr S asked boy did u taste my Vada the list went on... When I was in front of the dishes.. I started picking up the dishes from the list, It was as if I was doing my Mom's grocery shopping, looking into the list and picking up the items. After getting all items in the list irrespective of the combination, I gulped them, and passing genuine comments to all.

I was almost full.Some space left for the Desserts, their came the Managers, they asked buddy U tasted my Biriyani, Mate did u taste my this that.. etc etc... Being the top guys I never wanted to break their Hearts and Screw up my appraisal, I went in and gulped them. With Lavish praise for their wife's. They indeed deserved it.

Now came the dessert, How can I can Skip it, and with beautiful team mates asking me to try their dishes. There was no space left in my tummy, I had to throw away the Tom's and Jerry's to accommodate some more dish.

Now was the comment passing time, I went on to each and every person to say my comment. I really loved the day, but I was unable to move, I was unable to work. Some Unknown forces were closing my eyes while on work. With hard efforts I tried to survive the day in office, not before where in Gym I had to do the extra work out. I was made to run a lot, and do lots of aerobics. I was famished.. but I enjoyed.... Food from all over world was in my stomach, throwing away my fitness manuals to air I enjoyed the pot luck and the pot luck succeed in bringing in a Pot belly for me on that day.Which was short lived...

Tempest Conquered

They took away my belief, but they could not take away my power.

They portrait me as a looser, but they never discovered the Phoenix in me

Now fate and sorcery will conspire to maroon them in my domain.

My rules.

My revenge

I am Back.....

All giving me thumbs down, with all relishing the pomp and splendour of life, with all enjoying the way they could... i was still not sad... I had learned to survive.. survive the tempest, survive the turbulence of mind, survive to stay, learn to understand...and above all Learn to Wait

Yes I am happy in my own world where I had conquered the Tempest... and here I am the hero

A hero in the movie where all are just mute spectators, because I have arrived to build the dynasty of mine

It's my belief that every flower enjoys the air it's breath

Claytopia

When the creative cells are at their best, the end product is a imagination, which just opens every ones the mouth of onlooker;but what happens when the imaginative cells are constipation ridden, the end product could be something which one cannot imagine.As usual I was ambling across the mails and work documents in office, when my eyes fell on the clock, i do not know what happened, some involuntary action as usual triggered by the pulse from brain took me to the most happening place in my company, yea the pantry.It was 11'O clock coffee time....

I just pushed in to pantry, after announcing my arrival to all my friends.Like the thirsty camel which had seen the oasis, i rushed to pantry. I took up those glowing black coffee mugs and was getting ready for making coffee, when I saw my team mate Ms. S standing in pantry.

Me : Heyyyy... howdy...

Ms S: I am fine yaar, Tho bholiyae, whats happening at your end...

Me : fine ya, so u were on leave, could not see those shadows of your around

Ms S: Yea, I was away.

Suddenly ma eyes fell on something which she was holding in her hand, it was her coffee mug.A black in shade coffee mug, but it was not that which caught ma eyes, it was the Sticky patch work over the cup which i noticed.
Me: Looks like your mug is in bad shape, as u were away.

Ms S: looked confused, she might have thought those xray eyes of mine might have traced some microscopic friends of mine in her Mug, she moved to the wash counter and cleaned her cup.

During that gap I made coffee for me, and waited for Ms S to finish making her. But to my surprise when she came back, those sticky patches where still in her cup, and she was happily having the coffee.

Being friendly with her I commented hey come on yaar, wash your cup properly, those old milky patches are still on your cup.

Ms S: how Rude!!! its not the Milk stain... Its a Design....

Thud.... a sound I was down... Wow what a creative idea. I started dreaming about those Italian designers, who design those cloths which no one can wear on road but only on Ramp.

There was a heated debate over the cup for rest 30mins, among all our friends, like the honeybees out of the comb once disturbed, all were queueing to view that master piece,
One of our manager had a wrinkled eye brow on seeing that cup,She only said, ask the office boy to clean the cup properly.

The height of the innocence was when one of our team mate decided to help Ms S by scratching over the design thinking it was milk stains.

But it was something unique, a breakout deviation from the normal, yes the imaginative ideas by a constipation driven brain cells.... CLAYTOPIA