Live.Laugh.Love.

maybe i had a dearth of obsession then, but i had some dreams which ought to be true. i had dreamt of you standing before me, and my heart bowed down to yours then. when i thought of you being close to me i went in trance everytime as you talked to me, but i could not do it that seemed truly exciting i could not take the step that took me nearer, though i never meant really to sway away and i have you in sections of my heart, safe. whenever i look back i see only emptiness but feel you somewhere beneath all the rust i feel you somewhere beneath the moments i feel you somewhere...

Expectations, hopes, thoughts, and dreams- all flash through my mind every moment They blind me to the truth,  and bind me to a web of errors. They provide the distortion And when they shatter my anger, they transfix deeper into me. Schemes, tricks, lies, fear- artificiality- rules it all And what i've buried within to stay- invulnerable, unscathed, and unaffiliated; Has betrayed me pretty squarely, And left me with this weak, vacant esthesis... somebody please take it all away, or take me from all, away.

“There is nothing so nice as supposing. It’s almost like being the king. If you suppose anything hard enough it seems as if it were real." - adopted and edited from "The Little Princess" I want to own a roadside dhaba I want to be a street musician I want to design cards and banners I want to write story-books and novels I want to rise up late and see a new movie every day I want to be a master in all kinds of photography I want to be able to be the man that others go to for advice I want to learn everything I can about the world around me I want to know each and every corner of the world that exists I want sunshine to spill through the windows of my home everyday I want to decorate my living space with artwork created by my friends I want to have an entire room for my picture and text collection And another room where there are PCs and giant music systems I want to live somewhere where I can breathe fresh air every morning I want to own a box of memoirs...

Well, this should serve for two things, one, that I have also boys as best friends and I am not a cheap stalker kinda person; and two, a relation like this often goes unmentioned but it should be. So lets start. Class 8th, or 7th, I guess it was. I met a chunky, tan complexioned short guy in one of my Maths tutions. Pretty quickly, we were good friends, and much of that friendship evolved because of our insatiable desires to solve Math problems quickly. Soon, we were together - going to school, coming from school, going to tutions, taking dinners together some days, and you-know-how-a-friendship-develops sort of things. Then College came in. We went to Chemistry tutions together. Those days we started becoming real good friends; and more things happened - travelling long places together, having guys-nightouts, bunking tutions and classes, roaming here and there, studying together, watching a movie together, seeing girls together(here seeing for me means trying to see!), playing pc gam...

This is another one of those phases which I would definitely like not to forget. during a comparatively smaller period than the previous one, in which I was almost alone, categorically saying, I had buzzed into one of those sweet little gems on the internet.. orkut, to be specific. Those days, virtual friendships were at an all time low in India, facing much hyped criticisms. But somehow our relationship clicked, and you know what? The following three pieces definitely describe the in-fact-best-ever-virtual-friendship ever experienced by me. We've always been together, we did everything with laughter, we thought it was forever. when I was in danger you knew how to ease my fear, you were always there to be my savior. at first we were strangers, until we came closer, and now we are together. but time flows like a river. it became complicated and faster, until we realized that we're older. and that is what is keeping us apart, I was here, and you were there. but ...

A Chilling Day-After 9 Long Yrs : Well, I guess this shud have been written long b4, but der aaye durust aaye .. This has been taken off from d ORKUT Acc.(and remixd a little) I wud like 2 bring 2 ur notice dat dis article is being written only under sheer compulsion from my heart.. b4 starting i tak a pledge.. jo kahunga sach kahunga sach ke siva kuch nahi kahunga .. & sabse bada sach ki m a big flaterrer.. so a caution 4 d readers.. dont go by my words.. it just may b false..;-) now on a serious note(coz if i dont come 2 dis she kills me(" dekho Pratik tumhe maar daalungi! "))... dis girl has absolutely nothing which is worth praising except 4 her beautiful eyes which hav d portayal of a beautiful heart.. aa..and shes' one of d most beautiful person dat I hav ever cum across...and dis is no hyperbole.. shes' alwaz there for her closest friends... & we'll be there together whatever shit happens - I know dat - I bet she knows dat too.. And.. uuff...

Friends, readers, hello to you all. I am posting one of my straight poems that I wrote when I was in the class. Hope you like it. Lets go out for a while, just for a change, Go out in the sun, and start feeling afresh, Lets go out, and all in play, lets do engage. Why just rot in this class for all the day, cos I never find a way out of Account's maze, And though of maths, I have a distinct craze; Am bored of Quantitative Techniques, of that bald shithead. There is the lady in Human Resource, who only waffles, And on the lady of Organizational Behavior, I have a rage. Business Statistics, given with no hints and all conditions, Is for me like a young birdie in a cage. IT is okay, but just like a little child's play, where you sit with your laptops and only do gaze. Research in Managerial Decision, this is quite boring, This just doesn't come smoothly, pretty much sails over my head. Economics, a little familiar, still doesn't make up to my head, Its b...