My first sight love !!

You want to see my latest crush?? Come I will show it to you on Internet. I opened the website and said to my friend. Here it is, now tell me how did you find it. He scrutinized it from one tab to another and finally after making some in-mind calculations, he said, “hmm, its good, now don’t think anymore and go for it”. You have already spent a month searching for a good option.

I said to myself, yes I know but I will have to wait for some more days to convince my parents for it. I had to convince them at any cost. I was a sure shot victim of ‘Love at first sight’. Wow, what features it had, what memory, and yes not to forget the 5MP camera with Carl Zeiss lenses. Wait a sec, will you all please stop running your horses, I am talking about my Nokia X6 touch screen phone. It is a perfect match for me.

This strange love story started when my then phone got switched off all of a sudden. My heart started pounding, my contact list, messages, and all my favorite images flashed in front of my eyes. I thought I will lose them all. I cursed myself for not taking their backup before. But being an optimist person, I started saying to myself, Deepika this is the last chance. Take backup as soon as the phone restarts this time. You already have delayed it. This is the 5^th time the phone got switched off in this month. Finally after some hit and trial, it restarted. I immediately took its backup. Then I thought this is the time I should look out for a new phone and this time a touch screen one. After running all sorts of comparison, brand value tests, best user interface records, I chose Nokia X6. Now was the time to convince my parents for it.

Dad, dad it has got 16GB internal memory, I can store so much data in it + look at its interface mumma, its so user friendly, even you guys can play around with it and use it. Mumma gave me a convincing smile and signaled me to convince Dad. Wow things are always so easy with mumma. I continued, Dad at least look at it, you are saying No without even looking at it. He looked at me and said, why do you want only thing phone? Why not any other phone. He continued, “I saw one phone yesterday, Nokia xyz model with camera, FM for just Rs 6000. That is also a good option. Spending 15000 on a phone is nothing but showoff. I know most of its attractive features will go unused. Dad was done. Now it was my turn. I started, ‘C’mon Dad, there is a big difference in your option and mine. Mine has got Carl Zeiss lenses, 16 GB memory, secondary camera, Nokia OVI Store. Dad it’s a smart phone.

To this Dad said, “Every phone is smart if it can make a call and receive one. This is what phones are for.” And the topic was closed for the day.

Damn it, I will have to start over again tomorrow from the scratch. I ate my dinner and slept. As time waits for none, it neither waited for me. 5 days past. This time dad asked me, “Ok so tell me, what phone you finalized?” I said in a low voice, I don’t need any. Though I knew I might succeed this time but still I kept my mum. After a long pause, he said Ok your wish and mumma and dad both laughed. I wasted no more time and said, c’mon dad you can give it as my b’day gift. Oops, I realized that my b’day is 5 months far. Damn, in no time I added advance, advance b’day gift and we all burst into laughter. Next day we went for buying it. I was so excited that very soon I will have this Azure colored touch screen smart phone in my hands. But the excitement faded when the shop attendant said,” Sorry mam, we do not have Azure color in 16GB set, it comes only in 8GB model”. I quickly exchanged glances with my sis and said with a heavy heart. Ok, Azure 8GB for me. It came, I showed it to dad and sis, they both smiled and we bought it. I felt very copacetic that my 40 day struggle ended. I now am a proud owner of a beautiful Azure colored Nokia X6 8GB set.

This time muma and dad said, now handle it carefully. This is your 5^th phone in past 8 years. I winked and said. “Ohho! I am smart enough to handle this smart phone smartly” and I continued exploring it. This was our story and we are living happily together from then and will continue till I find my next “first sight love”.

AMUSING VISION..

Sun travelling back down the see taking a deep dive,
Moon is on its way to make this night again alive,
Sky covered itself in a black satin making everything darker like a cave,
A flash of light penetrated through it and striked the shouting waves.
Silence spread everywhere making the sea look like a beautiful bed,
When came one soul in two bodies who sat around to celeberate ahead.
They talked, they laughed, they giggled and they fell into each other’s arms,
Both thinking that the other forgot this precious day that could add a miraculous charm.
Holding hands in hands together, looking at each other’s eyes,
They melted into each other to be one with passing time,
Suddenly waves started rippling again, their heartbeat turned faster with joy,
When they both wished each other a HAPPY VALENTINE!!

EYES & TEARS-TRUE CONVEYOR..

Consoling sm1 in pain seemed a tough task before,
It’s TOUGHER to be that sm1-showed me a person whom I adore.
Sympathizing words could incise deep inside,
I realized this when was barracked & everyone took aside.
Thoughts engulfed me completely, body turned stiff,
Eyes filled with tears, slowly rolling down the cliff.
Tears rolled down one after another & eyes remained close,
So lost in myself that I even forgot to take my breath dose.
Questions were chasing, conditions demanding, answers were out of reach,
Collecting myself, controlling tears by ordering them to immediately cease.
Eyes swollen, tears floating, nothing could I see,
Still scratching the past to look deeper but found no one just me.
Have read in books, heard in stories, situations even force a heart to break,
I was sleeping & waiting silently till now for one day-to rise, to awake.
Broken was my heart, broken was my soul,
Broken was my patience to handle it any more.
Tough time came when I realized that my life is not just mine,
I will have to live for others who would be affected seeing me in spines.
Welcomed the mid night with reddening in my eyes,
Lay on the bed to set a new fresh sight.
Tried to stop thinking, forced myself to relax,
Locking all the memories put into the stacks.
Eyes were closed, heart was dead, alive were the long breaths of mine,
Lost in the silence, searching for the support, hoping things would go fine.
Eyes were sleeping, thoughts were sleeping, night turned everything paralyzed,
Dreams took me into nightlong journey, makings things simplified.
Morning came I opened my eyes, for few seconds unaware of the last night,
Stood up straight with a smile, when a glance on ‘that’ forced me again to fight.
Fighting with my thoughts, fighting with the situation, fighting with the pain that I swallowed,
Thing that reminded me of all this was WET TEARS SPOTS all over my pillow.
Tried to escape, to suppress myself, covering myself behind the walls,
But eyes & tears revealed the reality & easily conveyed it all….

9 Months Pain..

When everyone was talking about their life, a question was raised “ Who can tell the importance of 9 months?” A girl responded. She knew the real meaning of 9 months. No she was not a mother; she was a girl who gave birth 9 months before. And it was not a baby, it was a relationship, a beautiful relationship that was growing on the field of trust, her trust on God, her trust on that person with whom she was sharing her relationship. This baby was growing day by day with maturity in him, faith in him, love in him. The girl & the boy both were very happy with the baby. They nurtured their baby whole-heartedly with no fear, no doubts in them. Leaving all the sweet memories in the light, time was running to go through that dark night, a night that brought a storm with it. A storm that was trying harder to weaken their rope of relationship, to snatch away their baby from them, to sway him along with it.
God was looking everything, the boy was standing; the girl was screaming to protect her baby, to close the windows, to shut the door. Neither did the storm stopped, nor did the boy moved. Girl was left standing at the doors & looking for the baby whom she could see but couldn’t catch. The baby was crying with his arms in the air but the poor girl was not able to protect him. She needed the support, support of her God, support of her love. Baby was being pulled far away & the girl was left alone with no one with her. Suddenly everything was snatched away from her, every dream was lost in that storm of reality, a bitter reality that she was alone, all alone to cry, to yell, to scream. She couldn’t face herself. She was blaming herself for not being so strong to protect her baby, for not being so pure at heart that God didn’t stop the storm.
A baby that was more than anything for that girl was no longer alive, just ashes of the fire was left. The fire of all the memories, those were burning inside her heart. For her, those 9 months were looking like ages that were dedicated to the baby & now even a glimpse of 1-day looks like ages to spend. Now she is all alone, smiling at other’s happiness, crying on her fate & living b’coz she has came in this heartless, emotionless world to do so. She was always there when baby needed her & about that boy…doesn’t he had any responsibilities, shouldn’t he care for the baby?? If he was worried about him why didn’t he come forward to help, to protect his baby, his relationship, his love. Girl was standing at the door with one hand outside the door for the baby & another inside for her love.
When the girl asked the boy the reason for doing all this, he remained silent. That silence was more painful than the shouts of that storm. No one was there who can answer her questions. Who is responsible for all this? The girl for not being able to protect her baby?, The boy for not being able to take a step forward? Or the God for binding them in this relationship & giving them a sweet baby? A baby that came silently with no pain but when he was gone after 9 months, he shattered everything, took all the happiness, left his mum in this darker world where she is still standing for a ray of hope from her love, from her God.
This 9-month pain was not the pain before the birth but it’s the pain felt after the birth of the baby. A pain that is scratching the past, holding the present to protect the future; to get the answer. The answer is yet to come…Whose fault is it?????