Love ?!#

Long time...

This one is to all the bright women whom I was fortunate to know, while not being so privileged themselves...for obvious reasons...

No hard feelings...

Here goes...

I thought I could sense her

Her dreamy eyes I had always known

Her becoming smile made her my own

Fragrance familiar as my skin

All bearings to my heart akin

Said could never hurt me

Proclaimed,” Can’t live sans thee”

I felt we were destiny's own

A frequency seldom hatched

Chemistry, they said was unmatched

The fights were a course in escalating love

Sweet tranquil moments replenished like a paired dove

Profusion of an occasional honey-coated kiss

Reality or dream was this bliss?

Then the contrast came to the fore

Perturbing her every other moment

Like an eyesore

I was stagnant and paunchy

Contrary to the prince charming

Of her sanity

Each habit seemed to irritate to the core

How can one love any more?

All castles came crushing down

With a gust of materiality

Part did I with hell full of pain

An ironic yet bitter eventuality

Eyes still ache

With even the slightest immaturity

Of an amorous daydream

Nights choking with hysterity

Venturing along to fathom my alter ego

An untrodden body and soul

Myriad countenance of a woman

A frown occasionally stole

Icy images of separation

Can ever break this chain?

Man struggling to decipher

The deepest desires of a woman

All in vain!

Trudging a confessed formidable way

Playing my destiny’s game

Happy Birth Day!!! (Contd.)

Alright. I’m a day late. There are reasons though. I’ll first continue with my celebration news. So, these people bought a fruit cake at office. And I wasn’t able to cut it properly since wherever I put the knife, there was some fruit hindering my violence.

Anyway, so there was this ritual chitchat post cutting over the piece of cake that everybody got. Mrs. Boss hinted on some singing that I vocally refused. Someone also came with the idea of playing truth and dare. But even that did not carry out. Huh! Good for me as I always end up choosing truth and revealing things that I don’t want to.

So, Mrs. Boss played ‘Santa Claus’ and said that I can leave early. And I hit the road ASAP. Armed with the chocolate leftovers, I headed my ex-office. Met old colleagues and we went on a street-wandering mission. Not the perfect idea for a birthday evening, I know. But it was nice. Like the good ol’ days.

Mammam is here, so alcohol was out of question. But I had to treat the kids upstairs. So, the whole affair was planned at their place. I bought alcohol from Delhi; felt like a smuggler with more than a litre of alcohol under my seat.

We started late; I was still appreciating telephonic wishes. So, these guys still don’t know how to handle alcohol. Got drunk pretty soon. And soon the conversation was overflowing with girl talk, love, commitments, relationships and all related bullshit!!! And I resembled a veteran on these issues. ‘Been there’, ‘done that’ types. So, I was asked to comment on the multitude of their queries. Thankfully, one guy was so drunk that he will forget his query and start blabbering for minutes on. Better still. He won’t let anyone else speak.

By 12.30, Mammam was getting worried about mine and Ashwini’s dinner (yes, he was with me but didn’t drink, also gave me a chocolate box :-) ), so took my leave from the party. And Ashwini was feverish so I picked him. That meant I have to drop him too! That took some effort. And I carry this ‘don’t care’ attitude most of times so scooted off in my boxer shorts and tees. Within a minute I realized my mistake. It was fuckin’, freezin’ cold out there and speed was deteriorating my situation.

Was dead sleepy. Aggravated by the cold. But Ashwini thought it was the opportune moment of giving me some heartfelt advice. O.K. Everything for a friend. Listened to him as long as he wanted. I heard every word he said but I was thinking of only one thing, my bed!

Next morning there was the next set of pages in Orkut, wishing me a happy, rockin’, in a nutshell nice birthday. It continues till today. But with an additional ‘belated’. Some even sent a personalized e-mail. And one went overboard with an e-card. So thoughtful!

Yes, she called. Sounded like she is fulfilling a duty. But I was too happy to be subdued by her awkward behavior. Whatever!

I don’t know why, but the metaphysical is intriguing me since birthday. The beginning of a new phase in my life? I love this newfangled skill of mine. Re-inventing myself more often. Moreover, it seems to be a positive learning curve.

The only bad thing that still clings on is ‘the pain’. ‘The soul fracture’. I need to heal this...don't know how???

Happy Birth Day!!!

So, it is my birthday today. Fabulous! I love the day! Everyone treats me so special. Have liked it since childhood.

Anyway, so last night the guys who live upstairs had put up a very nice show for me. They bought a cake, put balloons on the ceiling and sang ‘Happy Birthday to you’ with full zest. All this without my knowledge. In my home. I was surely surprised and touched by the endeavor. These guys deserve a party.

And Chiru sponsored the bracelet that I bought yesterday when I was out shopping with him and Moshu. Chunky-funky stuff. Chiru says it looks good. But I decided against wearing it to office today, even after trying it once. Too bold for the corporate culture!

O.K. So, after the cake-shake, clicking pictures and all happy-happy, I hit bed, planning to get my ass off to office on time next morning. It was already one hour past midnight. And I ate this sumptuous lunch, cooked with Mom’s love in the afternoon. I actually overate. Then the cook didn’t turn up in the evening. Apparently too happy to cook after Mom’s generous tip as a part of my birthday celebrations, in the afternoon. As an aftermath, we had some chinese for dinner which we bought on our way back from our Lajpat shopping spree. Too much good and rich food for a day. And I was all burpy-turpy. Uneasy in bed. I was also thinking how to make my birthday more exciting.

So, after quiet a while trying to sleep, I thought a couple of glasses of water can help. And I went ahead for the kitchen foray. Meandering my way to the kitchen door, before I could realize what hit me, I saw a fat cat springing away to safety. Must have been a male cat. Almost the size of Garfield. The type we call ‘hulo’ in Bangla. The ‘hulo’ hit me so hard that I got unbalanced and banged the doorframe, severely injured on my shoulder and right leg, where the ‘hulo’ collided in the first place. Intuitively, the ‘hulo’ had been thriving on the remains of our dinner and lunch for many days now. Or the whole neighborhood maybe. How wonderful! So many options to choose from. Like we choose restaurants. Reasonably though, our kitchen is an easy target as Moshu believes in keeping all doors open to the balcony on his side of the apartment. A cakewalk for any mammal that can bounce feets.

O.K. I shouted out. In mere astonishment of what happened. Great amusement for Chiru who was watching TV in the room adjoining the kitchen. So this asshole knew about the ‘hulo’ all the time. He also tried to ‘shoo’ it away twice. But the ‘hulo’ was determined and chiru gave in. Allowed it eat whatever it wanted to. I was still dazed from the event when Chiru declared that when people run for their lives, it is usually so reckless. I thanked him for the piece of wisdom. And suddenly realized that the ‘hulo’ was God send. It was God’s idea to make my birthday exciting that I was contemplating in the past minutes. True that a cat had never hit me before! So, my annoyance turned into happiness for having a new experience in life. Thank you God!

And now I am in office. I received numerous phone calls since morning. Few on my way. Even my ex-would be mother-in-law called. She is really a sweet woman. And there were three pages of scraps wishing me a very happy birthday on Orkut.

Anyway, so I thought of playing that school kid and presented all my co-workers with a chocolate bar. Well, some were amused by my apparent immaturity. But I felt good. And now I’m waiting for the cake cutting ceremony at office. Hope they ordered a Black Forest from Slice of Italy. Though I’m not particularly hungry or greedy today. My digestion protested to the sudden extravagance yesterday after months of subsistence eating.

Well. Don’t know what’s going to happen in the evening. Have no plans yet. Will probably treat the sweet kids (yeah, they are younger!) from upstairs for their emotional generosity.

But one thought is worrying me already. A lot of friends are good and I’m proud of each one of them. But its birthday time now. “Hey dude! Happy birthday and blah! blah! blah! So, where is the party tonight?” Trust me it is physically ‘almost’ impossible (nothing is impossible, ideologically of course) to bring all my friends together under one roof on a single day. So many fragmented parties. And economies of scale go for a toss!. I can’t even say that I don’t drink so I won’t treat you with booze. As many of my teetotaler buddies do.

Alright. Have to deal with both sides of it. Looking forward to all such evenings and celebrations. After all, do I spend less on booze if it’s not my birthday? But ironically, this month I thought I would start saving, for a change.

Anyway. Bye-Bye for now. Will keep you posted on all exciting happenings.

Cheers!!!