Someone Told Me – You Envy In Love

I envy this wind

That blows through your hair

I envy this sun

That sees you bare

I envy this ground

That lies beneath your feet

I envy every person

That you pass by and meet

I envy the music

That you hear

I envy the clothes that you wear

I envy anything

That you touch

I envy everything

That is close to you, so much

I envy the glass

That you drink in

In envy the sheets

That you sleep in

I envy anything

That you hold

I envy every word that you told

I envy all

That belongs to you

And to tell you…

The people I envy for

Are very very few!

Love Vs Lust

Finally a post on a topic that I have been contemplating on, since about a couple of months now…or may be more! And probably still would continue with that for life. As nothing convincible has come in so far and I see no hope for the future as well. The amount of study, research and talks with people around me; that has gone into this, it is way beyond any of my posts all summed up.

Love is a soul need.

On a broader level- affinity for physical and/ or mental closeness exists in both. Where they primarily differ is the readiness or degree of commitment that they withhold. By commitment one doesn’t necessarily mean putting a ring on a finger. The term is more to do with the level of assurance.

Lust is dreadfully usage based - what you lust for. Whereas love is very subject or person based- who/ what you love. Lust is ‘love for usage’. Let’s say love for money, sex, power, success, etc, is all lust because no further commitment is required and the subject or the person from whom it is derived may change.

Whereas, it’s ironic to say that love exists more in shades of grey than pure black or white. Ironic yet true! You hardly realize when you are in it. You can always bank upon that one person or thing. The name u cry out when you are in pain – because the mere sound of that name gives you ample peace and solace. Love has an element of giving into it more oriented towards the loved ones likes and dislike. While lust is a desire to obtain something. An extreme and illogical desire. We may try to rationalize it but who are we really fooling!

Today, what we see love is not what it is, but in what form it is being marketed to us. You watch a romantic movie, you learn- oh! This is the way one needs to behave, this is what one needs to say or do. You hear a love song and you say-oh! This is the way I am supposed to behave. Or this is the way your partner should behave, or whoever, your relations, your friend etc. Or you read a book and that narrates a scene and it leaves an impact on your mind. An impact that you start picturing your D day to be matching to what you read

It is an attempt to define both terms in order to understand how they are different. Trying to identify that thin line between the two. More often than not we are in a ‘thing’ that we think is love because when we are in there, we feel it that way or maybe we like to believe that it is. But once it gets over and done with and we look back, there are some things that raise some questions; the answers to which are not too pleasant.

Is it...just crying for someone when they are away?

Is it...thinking about them all the time...relating each instance to them?

No matter what you do…you can’t seem to stop imagining..What would they do at this time?

Yes

What’s love?

A kind of attraction for each other and a feeling of caring for the person?

You care.

It’s the most divine of all feelings.

You care for someone other than you- a sort after trait in humans.

But then it is filled with all kinds of other human feelings; likes of possessiveness, attachment and what not- it sometimes gets painful.

But that doesn’t mean that love is to be blamed! It’s just pure. It’s we who could not make up to it.

Some interesting quotes that somehow impress me and make me think and believe in it!

Don’t rush in luv for it never runs out. Let luv be the one to knock at your door, so by the time you start to fall, you know that your feeling is for sure.

When you love someone, it's nothing. When someone loves you, it's something. When you luv someone & they luv you back, it's everything.

Love isn't a decision, it's a feeling. If we could decide who to love, then, life would be much simpler, but then less magical.

Never waste an opportunity 2 say 'I love U' to someone u really like, coz it is not everyday u'll meet the person who has the magic to let u fall in love.

'I Trust You' is a better compliment than 'I Love You' because you may not always trust the person you love but you can always love the person you trust.

To forgive is the highest, most beautiful form of love. In return, you will receive untold peace and happiness.

The way to love anything is to realize that it might be lost.

Love is just a word until you find someone to give it a definition.

With a zillion love songs (from ‘what’s Love got to do with it’ to ‘Nothing’s gonna change my love for you’), movies (from ‘Love aajkal’ to ‘The Ugly Truth’), books, researches, experiences, instances, heartbreaks, greeting cards, pictures and what nots, I still stand where I started from. All I could maximum infer is that- ‘L’ove and ‘L’ust both have a same beginning but it’s the ending that marks a difference (yeah- literal and figurative).

What Is It…Confusion?

It will happen that is supposed to be

No matter how much you avoid him

No matter how much you ignore

He will come and invade your heart

Like walking along the waves, on shore

Ya, that easily!

It will happen that is supposed to be

No matter how much you be ‘just friends’

No matter how much you try to keep distance

Everywhere you see, it’s him

Even in places where he is not supposed to be

Like the girls hostel’s library!

It will happen that is supposed to be

You say ‘it’s not love’, 'He is not my type'

‘He doesn’t even own a bike’

But deep down inside you know

He gets you high even when you feel extremely low

The time spent together may be less to measure

But every moment of it I will always treasure!

You Seem…Different!

Everybody looks at bright stars
But you gaze at me
They like the sand on the beach
But you like my tanned skin
All hear the symphonies
But you listen to me
Lots love cloudless nights
But your hands stroke my hair
Everyone moves with day and night
But you walk with me
They like the colours of sunset
But you feel it in my eyes
The crowds thrill to see it pass by
But you wanna have me all
Sometimes I wonder why this obsession
Cuz we are humans after all
Other times I ask you why this obsession
But your lips on mine, before that, fall!

It’s a long drive baby…

There is something about driving and drivers. Maybe it started in my philosophical head with the age old saying- “Life is a long drive…towards your ultimate destination.” So the way you drive, the way you shift gears…in fact even the way you hold the gear knob…all translates to what you really are in your life as well.

I like people who are chilled out at the wheel. Who hold the gear with an ease. Maybe sometimes just shift it while holding the rod and not the traditional way with the knob. Observing anything and everything around me has been a hobby. I have seen drivers ranging from a degree where one hand is on the horn and the other resting on the window and one foot on the accelerator and the other resting boldly; to the ones who would not drive but float you (I kind of admire such drivers). Who would make you feel like the government is doing a wonderful job at managing the infrastructure, by managing to avoid all the ditches and breakers on the road and will do that so effortlessly and charmingly. Then there are those who are interested in the events on the roadsides more than the lady crossing the road right in front of the car. Yeah! Have been in that too! There are some who are close to perfect. I mean, like they will be smooth, manage to talk to the fellow passengers while estimating the change of a traffic signal from go to stop and also slow down or stop if required (and not by pass) a pedestrian and not because it was some gorgeous babe but irrespective of who it was. It goes down to even- how much you love your car. Not because of how expensive it is but because it has a face. We hat I mean by that is you feel what it feels. I don’t mean that you get paranoid to the extent of the cliché- kissing your car a goodnight. But at least imagine the expression on its face when you try to drive it on a pedestrian-type-road on your left in order to get to the front of the rest of the traffic which is waiting for a red light to turn green. Of course, not forgetting how dangerous and unlawful it is.

In the present times of road rage and transformation of driving per say being converted to extended working hours, it’s become almost impossible to relish the seat behind the wheel. It becomes evident from what we see every day on the road when we travel to and fro from office. One car per person. Or if two- it’s the driver. As I have seen the other side of the world too, the country side I mean, where a person knows the other fellow drivers, maybe not by names or designations or offices, but may be by the style in which they say a gracious greeting to each other. Be it by the style of the horn or the number of seconds for which their headlights flashes.

And what’s with the woman drivers. If what I stated all this were to hold true what would it imply for us?!  That we live our lives dangerously? Or slowly? This is something that I have never been able to figure out.

Drive safe…drive willingly. 

I was Tagged

This was really difficult and so took me so long to finally get the tag off. On one hand where I could not come up with the best three choices from a dozen of my favorites, on the other, there were categories where I don’t really favor any particular brand. And , really, I am not too much of a brand person. As long as I like something, it’s good for me, no matter what stamp it carries on it.

But all in all, it was a good exercise, required some introspection.

Three Favorite Actors
Amitabh Bachchan, Shahrukh Khan,  Aamir Khan

Three Favorite Actresses
Kareena Kapoor, Kajol, Kangana Ranaut

Three Favorite New Stars (Bollywood)
Ranbeer Kapoor, Abhay Deol

Three Favorite Sports
Volleyball, Basketball, Cricket

Three Favorite Sportspersons
David Bekham, MS Dhoni

Three Favorite Politicians

None

Three Favorite Comedians
Russell Peters, Raju Srivastava

Three Favorite Indian Male singers

Sonu Nigam, Mohit Chauhan, Kishore Kumar

Three Favorite Indian Female singers
Sunidhi Chauhan, Alisha Chiai, Shriya Ghoshal

Three Favorite Corporate Honchos
Warren Buffet (Seriously…can’t think of more)

Three Favorite News channels
(Thought a lot about it…but all news channels are crap)

Three Favorite News anchors
:-D

Three Favorite Hindi Entertainment channels
No TV

Three Favorite English entertainment channels
No TV

Three Favorite TV Shows
Gossip Girl, The Big Bang Theory, FRIENDS

Favorite Writers
(Random)

Three Favorite Movies
Die Hard 4, Kaho Na Pyaar Hai, Kabhi Khushi Kabhi Gham ( I know...I know)

Three Favorite Indian Holiday destinations
Goa, Leh, Scotland 

Three Favorite Professions
Radio Host, Rock Star, Personal Stylist 

Three Favorite Mobile Brands
Nokia (Yeah, that’s all)

Three Favorite Laptop Brands
Macbook, Dell, HP

Three Favorite Cars

BMW Z4, Honda Pilot, Maruti

Three Favorite Apparel brands
(Believe in streetwear)

Three Favorite Deserts
Jalebi, Chocolate Pyramids, Gudh

Three Favorite Cuisines
Indian (That’s all I CAN have)

I hate to do this but as the tradition goes- I tag Shabd, Abhishek, Khandu and Roohani.

But who appreciates ‘enough’…everybody wants more!

It’s past midnight. But it’s not just the night that has passed. A lot has gone by. I look back- why haven’t I been a regular here lately? This is more of a rhetoric than a real question. Every morning a stranger smiles at you, your dog comes running to you, your would-be sends you an sms, a friend asks you out for a coffee, your cousin calls you up from Cheltenham, a net-pal pings you on your messenger. You ask why? No body wants to know how sad you are. In fact, no body really wants to know how you are. I read somewhere-‘A bore is a person who truly replies to the question-how are you?’ Haven’t you noticed the change in language? Now no more does one need an answer to a “Sup?” The perfect respond to that is by the same question in return “Sup?” rather an imitation! Have we all really become so selfish and self centered! Is it just me or do you feel this heat too?

Every time I prepare to post something here and the same question worries me. Does anyone really even care? How is someone supposed to find interest in something I myself really don’t like to revise! There was a time when I used to keep a pen and paper handy-you could never tell when a great thought might strike, moving towards a masterpiece! Time couldn’t changed me, it seems. Always trying to fly against the wind, I like to listen more than speak. It could be a result of always being pointed out a critic. Whenever one utters a possibility, the opposite comes to my mind. But before getting out of my mouth, always vetted with rationality, logic and facts. And sometimes emotions too, of course!

So much to say- the writer (though I don’t consider myself that in the least) inside me seems to be dying or changing into a listener may be. Because, I see, today everybody has an opinion which they think is correct. And I don’t judge that. But what we lack is the receiver- somebody who can listen/ read. He doesn’t always have to agree or disagree with everything. Else this chaos will never settle. Sometimes just listening is enough. One doesn’t have to do something always. Sometimes just being there-to fall onto…is enough.

Why? Why? Why?

Why in the world should we follow some rules?
Every time we should follow anyone like fools!
You start a voyage blindly
With someone in the lead
And at the end you found
This isn’t what you need!
And if from the mob
One has the courage to move alone
You call him abnormal
You think he is ‘thrown’!
But mind you, he is not
And how could he be a discarded piece
When he can in a different direction see
Of course, it’s just one from the masses
Who raises his voice
Which is different from other people’s noise
Then you say why some people
Enjoy some special rights
Cause they are ‘different’
They are not ‘just bright’
Uniqueness is appreciated by all
One who is unique
Well, in the world could
Touch the highest peak
So be different
Let the world be hell
Or just don’t be anything
Just be yourself!

Some Crave For Love, Some For...

Days passed within a blink of time
Craving for you just made me blind
I overlooked the wonderful people beside me
‘cause I just think of ‘your’ company
Every little instance I related to you
The people I did not compare you with, were very few
I wonder what you do
And am sometimes worried
The good memories that we share
You might have them buried
What fault are they at?
These innocent faces
Why should they be mistreated by torturous paces?
Mind you, too long forbidden is worse than gone!
If I leave you, will you keep on going on?

Straight From My Heart

Though I never want
But as the time demands
I bid a farewell to you with joined hands

Soon I’ll be around you – no more.
I’ll surely miss you-
As the one I always adore
Do forgive me my sweetheart
If unknowingly I hurt you in anyway
‘May you always get the Best’ - I’ll always pray
One thing that makes me feel good inside
Is that I’m leaving you with the love of your life

Wash me off completely from your eyes and mind
‘Cuz you should never stop and look behind

And for me, I don’t say
Life would be ‘easy’ without you
I know I’ll have a hard time
But then the thought of
You being happy with your love
Will pacify me too.

And my dear
You have given my wonderful memories for a lifetime
The thought of every little thing concerning you
Will help me keep alive!

One thing I’d love you to do is
Consider me away from the herd
As someone closest to your heart
That would be more than enough
To let me exist.

To My Best Friend

Allow me to hold your hand
So you know I’m there
Sit right beside you, gaze at you
And breathe your surrounding air
Let me just stroke your hair
And soothe away your worries
Give you a healing touch
Like cute little cupid fairies
Just talk to me
And let out all you want
Drain away the creases on your forehead
And put them in my hands
I promise to stand by you
Even when you go through hell
I’ll lend you advice, a shoulder, a hand anytime
Provided you come to me and TELL!