Monday, January 26, 2009


Divya : I think I am addicted to you .
Anand : No, you are not . You are just addicted to this feeling that 'I am addicted'. It's not me !
Divya : Love you !
Anand : Perhaps :)

Friday, January 23, 2009


They had waited for a while for the rain to stop. But when it only got darker, they thought they should move on. Divya held his hand . The expressions on their face were unclear.
Anand : Do you still think you love me ?
Divya : Yes .
Anand : I always thought love is something that liberates. If you lose freedom by being in love, it is not worth it !
Divya : I always think of love as happiness. As long as I am happy being in love, I don't really care if I am free
It all seemed overwhelming. And also painful . Rain and night. Uncertainty and passion. Hope and loss .
Divya : Wish you the very best ! Take care.. Will you ?
Anand : Yeah. I will miss you ..
Divya : :)

Saturday, January 17, 2009

They also serve ..

I remembered this poem for some reason .
On his blindness

When I consider how my light is spent,
Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide,
And that one talent which is death to hide,
Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent
To serve therewith my maker, and present
My true account, lest he returning chide,
Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?
I fondly ask; but Patience to prevent
That murmur, soon replies, God doth not need
Either man's work or his own gifts, who best
Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best, his state
Is kingly. Thousands at his bidding speed
And post o'er land and ocean without rest:
They also serve who only stand and wait.

John Milton


How sure can someone be of oneself ? Isn't it scary to even think about a possibility that all that we know today could be wrong ? And a possibility that such a realization might even happen in our lifetimes .

Having said that, what gives meaning to life ?

Thursday, January 08, 2009

Not really !

Twice, three times, four times and finally for the fifth time she told herself that it did not matter . That things were all okay !
She was almost exhausted. She felt that she did not have the strength to move even a step ahead. Winning was a tough task. But winning without having to regret about it later was tougher. She thought rather indefinitely about her state.
Was she wrong in having decided to take the lonely, dark path home ? Would she be happier had she seen the star-studded party photos adorning her luxurious apartment ? It would have looked perfect , a part of her said . What would be more fulfilling than love which also would promise security for a lifetime ! And a memory of that would indeed be a source of joy forever..
But quickly the chain of thought ended.
She had to look ahead. Suddenly she remembered a question that she had asked him. Did he know what he wanted in life ? Knowing the very random person that she was he had told without much thought "Not really.... And it doesn't matter much! "
She couldn't but smile . It was unclear whether it was a happy smile, though. As it seemed, she found her asking herself if she knew what she wanted out of all victories. Out of the struggles to be someone different and irreplaceable . Not too long before she started thinking deeper, she could hear his voice in her head . As though just to remind her of his existence ..
"Not really.. "