Love is but a beautiful thing,
makes everything pretty, everything serene,
it can bring bliss to your life,
make everything proper, everything right,
it will give you a taste of what heaven is like,
Like you are leading someone else's life,
Solitude has great power too,
Get to know yourself, be at peace with you,
But at times you do get the pangs,
Like when you see somebody holding hands,
You cannot help but wonder,what that would be like,
Having someone always by your side,
Someone who loves you, supports you,is there for you,
A warm body besides you, someone to wake up in the morning to,
A face which stays in your mind always, a voice which makes your heart jump,
So you wish, you wish for change,
with a true heart and a yearning soul,
And sometimes magic does happen,wonder of wonders you find someone,
Every new day is an adventure, your earlier life you remember no longer,
It feels as if life is complete,nothing else you could wish for..it seems,
But at times, you will be lonely,
The fear will come back, the pain unholy,
You seek to go back to your earlier strength,
But alas, you possess that no longer,
your life you've handed it to someone else,
your world seems so empty,
everything feel oh so crazy,
But you must hold on to your faith,
Believe in your love, and everything will fall into place.
May 1, 2007
Feb 17, 2007
The room is dark, the night is cold,
Iam all alone, but sleep refuses to come,
My head hurts,I don't want to think,
But the voices in my head, they refuse to stop,
The clock ticks away, but time stands still,
The sun refuses, to show its face early this day,
Everything is quite, until I hear a sound,
Its the sound of laughter,a woman's voice,
For some insane reason,which I cannot fathom,
It cuts right through my heart,
Am I being foolish , or childish even,
Am i being too demanding or expecting still,
People are different, but isn't love supposed to unite them,
How can we feel so differently then,
This pain is unbearable, is it really worth it,
Wasn't it all much better, with me alone still,
It is with these thoughts, that I lie in bed,
Waiting for morning to come,
I hope it brings peace and solace to me,
I hope I find my answer soon, before I waste away completely.
He was there by her side, when the sky was dark,
To lend her a shoulder, and to listen to her talk,
To wipe away her tears and try to make her smile,
To take away the pain and ease away the fears,
Along the way, he gave his all to her,
His heart and soul, now belonged to her,
When she left him, he felt he had lost it all,
Did those times matter, or was he foolish to have ever thought so at all,
The pain was too much, was it really worth it,
But he knew that he wouldn't forget it,even if she had,
He would still be here, waiting when she got back,
B'cos what he felt was true, even if she was unsure,
And some time would come, when he wouldn't be there,
Maybe then she would realise, the pain he now felt,
But he did not want her to ever suffer like this,
He would rather bleed, and let her live,
He would take times like these, if it meant that she would smile,
He would be always there, he would always care,
B'cos he really loved her, or did she forget.
True love, in this world,'tis difficult to find
But being alone, can be harder still,
Having some another, it sure eases the pain,
But is it something everlasting, or fleeting still,
Desperate as we are, do we grasp at strands,
Do we delude ourselves, or settle for less,
How long can one give and give,
How long can one not expect anything in return,
We are all humans still,
All with follies and weaknesses still,
We try to be perfect,we drink the pain,
But is that really true love,
How long can one go on like this,
How long can one wait for reciprocation,
Its not about right or wrong, reasons or time,
Love is not rational,to be solved by logic by us.
Jan 1, 2007
The Gujjus : Part 2-Stinginess.
Continuing with my exploration of the gujju psyche, its time to discuss one of the most important components of the typical gujju makeup... namely their stinginess.It has played a very crucial role in the success enjoyed by the gujju "entrepreneurs".
Its a traditional custom in India that when a child is born, holy words are whispered to him by the family elders.Well this custom holds true for gujjus also except that instead of holy words... the existing interest rate, sensex and the ruppee-dollar exchange rate are whispered to him/her. No wonder when two gujjus meet the most repeated question is: "Sensex kem che?"
Many gujjus do try to overcome this special ability of theirs..alas to no avail.The stinginess gene starts to exert itself during the teen years and by the time adulthood arrives, it has usually established itself firmly.
If you have a gujju friend then the following instances may seem vaguely familiar:
I have a hundred ruppee note only..or better yet I have no money-and the remarkable thing is their wallet will indeed turn out to be empty.
You are hungry and have ordered a king sized meal.Your gujju friend isnt hungry...you offer him/her some out of decency..he/she denies demurely..but by the time the meal is over you realize that you have eaten only two morsels.
Years of gujju wisdom transformed into one simple sentence:" Agar zeher bhi muft main milta hai to chodneka nai...bheja ma thariliyo".The really scary thing is that most of them will turn out to be multimillionaires.
To end this..some more gujju jokes...
Ek bar Ahemdabad mein, ek nai bus service shuru hui. Is bus ka kiraya (fare) Ghante Gar (clock tower) se Mandi tak ek rupaiya tha.Itna saste kiriya hone par bhi, koi bhi is bus ko use nahin karta tha. Mr Mehtaji bhi har roj bus ke route per chal kar apne daftar (office) jathe the. Bus wale tang aa gaye- koi bus use hi nahin karta tha- toh unone kiriya adha, yani ki 50 paise kar diya. Next day Mehtaji gusse mein bus station per ja kar complain karne lage-' mein loot jaun ga , apne kiraya kum kar diya!' Bus wale confuse hogeye- to Mehtajiji bole, ' Mein har roj ane aur jane ke two ruppee save karta tha ab mera ek rupaiya hi save hoga.'