iWonders

Things I am wondering these days:

1. Is Darwinism like a jogging park and its incumbents? The slow walkers overtaken by fast walkers irrespective of age and gender.
2. If point 1 is true, then did the animals who were wiped out during the evolution feel as bad I did when a 50+ auntie overtook me on the running track today?
3. Does my frenchie roommate know my name? B’cos she always refers to me as “excuse me!” wait do I know her name. :- |
4. Why the Matrix trilogy not called “Matrices”.
5. Why do the mosquitoes aim right for my ear, and just hover there? What are they trying to tell me? Big messages come in small messengers?
6. Why do people answer honestly on Facebook quizzes when they know the results aren’t exactly accurate or given by a psycho-therapist!!
7. Why am I one of those people? :O
8. Why haven’t I met anyone yet who doesn’t like the song “Pehla Nasha”. And not feel lukewarm about it but outright loathing. Is there a rule against disliking this song that I don’t know of?
9. If the police get to challan us why don’t we get to challan them?
10. Should I start a trend by writing “Honest” as “Onest”. That is how we spell it!
11. Should I start updating this blog regularly too?


If you know any of the answers, you know where to reach me!!
:D

Enough is Enough...

Enough Is Enough


Everytime I loved you, I regret.
Everytime I let you hurt me, I regret.
Everytime I shed a tear for you, I regret.
This lesson from life, I shall never forget.
Everytime I smelled your hair, I want to forget,
Every second I spent with you, I want to forget.
Every sentence you spoke to me, I remember, I want to forget,
Every wrong I did for you, I will correct,
Every bruised corner of me, my soul, I will resurrect,
The buried inside me, has heard so much, and not said, even a word,
But today is the day I decide, enough is enough.


Meghna
26th dec 08.

*It is new years and this is the closest thing to a resolution i have,... :)

Farewell

Alright children.

Time to say Goodbye from here. Its Alvida, Adieu, Ciao etc etc...

I know I sound very kurt here, but again circumstances define who you are and how you act! :)

A new blog has been started in lieu of this one, and the ramblings go on there and not here.

Oh, and also, it is one of those "only by invitation" blogs, so send in a mailer if I didn't include you there... Will surely do that!!*

* Conditions apply....

Cheers n Happy reading

What comes next

What comes next?!!

Are you happy?, Her eyes ask,
Yes, I lie, turning away,
Trying to avoid those eyes,
Who am I kidding?
You can see thru to my soul,
Yet I pretend,
And put up a façade,
A happy face,
What comes next?
Useless drama, more trauma,
Joke more, she is around,
My brain sends the signal,
She cant realise that I still miss her,
Speak to all, but her,
Like that would turn the indifference to love!
Stop, stop loving her,
My friends implore,
So I lie to them too,
I am soooooo over her,
I boast!
What comes next?
Rum, beer and whiskey I toast,
What a mistake she was!
Oh, how I loved her,
She walks by, provides me a half smile,
I smile at her and then smirk at my friends,
Saving my ego, she saw that,
Does she still care? Did she ever?
What a joke I have become,
Run over by love, I am the scum,
City lights seem dull,
And I can’t sleep,
Because I am on the truth finding mission,
Yes that’s the excuse this time,
For wrapping myself in your memories,
No more, no more tears,
Haven’t yet fell out,
Unsolicited advises still flow,
No more, no more post mortems,
What lies ahead then?
I don’t want to see,
I am busy at where we were last year.
And I don’t want to leave,
Cant exist nowhere else,
And I wont leave,
Not yet!
What comes next?
I don’t know.

-Meghna
25/10/2008
08:26pm.

The War Prayer

I feel at war, living in a battleground,
Where every man is for himself,
And the women alone,
Compassion nowhere to be found,
Mates vs. mates, friends of yesterday foes today,
Back stabbing, and stalking,
So much hate, in the hearts of the young ones,
No one questions this state of war,
No one has the time from self defence,
To think of the fellow man who might be helpless,
You huddle in groups, trying to create a comfort zone,
You move in gangs, fighting skills is what you hone,
Strangely, we were brothers in arms,
The band of brothers, now stands disbanded,
We stand as mercenaries,
Alone against adversaries,
I pray to God, for strength,
For this to end,
Ah, the blessed survival instinct kicks in,
And Kicks me, who else stands to lose?

Meghna
Written over the sorry state of affairs...

I dreamt of God

I dreamt of God....

:)

I dreamt of god last night,
In my dream, me and god sat and talked,
He asked me why did in my prayer I say,
That I will give up anything to have him,
I said, “God, I am hopelessly in love”,
That “I need him or else I will die”,
Wouldn’t that make everything else redundant?
God, he smiled, and so did I,
He then asked me, looking deep into my eyes,
He said, “Anything? Even your writings?”
Trying to seal the deal, I jumped, “Yes!, take it God”
“Take it now”, I pleaded,
As his smile faded,
I grew apprehensive,
I angered Him! I thought,
He asked, “ All right my darling,
Tell me this then, allow me your answer,
Would you relinquish your sense of humour too?”
The thing that brings smiles to many,
The source of laughter in your life, as of others,
Even mine, would you give up - “
A vehement “Yes” cut God short.
He didn’t seem startled at all,
He kind of was expecting it,
He was God after all, he knoweth all,
God asked “Why would you make such a sacrifice?,
For what my love, for a boy?” seemed obvious enough,
I said,” for I am nothing without him,
I am nothing but a consortium of his memories,
And I promised myself,
That I would get him for me,
And I would make the necessary sacrifices,
Without blinking an eyelid,
No matter how grand they seem.
God blinked, I didn’t know he did that,
He stared; I think he was giving me time to reconsider,

God drew close, and he whispered in my ear,
“Let me tell you a little secret, my dear”
I grew curious, god wants to share his secrets with me?
Honoured, I nodded. He said,
“the secret is about you”
I titled my head like a well trained dog,
God said, “in a parallel universe,
I had asked a girl a similar question,
But she was different, she was with this boy she was so in love with,
She was fond of him, of her as was he,
They seemed happy to me,
But their request unsettled me, as I was by yours today,
The girl was you, no doubt,
My darling, that girl was you and the boy was he,
But you lived sans laughter, sans creativity,
You had him, but nothing else,
You had none as friend, as confidante,
And you cried every night because of it,
And you prayed, and he prayed with you,
To help you find laughter, and to find something inspired,
And that night, you made this pact with me,
To give him up, for this life that you live now,
You gave each other up,
To be able to find what you have now.”
God paused, “See my lovely, you already are living your wish”
And I realised that night, as I bid God goodbye,
That I am living my dreams.
Lucky me, I am living my dreams.


30th august, 2008
00:42 pm

With this post, I hope not to offend anyone as that wasnt my intention as I wrote it. But if I did, I am sorry.

Ramblings..

I have this overwhelming feeling of emptiness, and it has engulfed me for the past few days. I cannot express it well enough to understand it. Even the company of friends doesnt take it away from me. I havent felt quite this way in a long time, and thats why the return of such a feeling of blackness scares me. I know the destructive power of this feeling, I know the kind of command it has over me and subsequently my life. And I know that this feeling is something I most certainly do not invite into my space. But I dont know what to do, how to over come this, how to conquer this. Hence, I chose the path of passive resistance, which is writing. I write, day in and day out. And that saddens me further because it reminds me of things i have lost, people- friends i have lost and the shreds of paper i have lost, the paper on which I poured my heart out. And, this feeling also means the augment of a lesser pleasant me.