Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Life in a Elevator

Oh Gosh I just hate when i enter into an elevator with full of strangers around.

The moment i step towards elevator my Mind speaks "Oh not Again”. If someone is talking on phone before entering, he/she will utter in Shhh.. voice "I am entering into lift, will call u back" then steps into that dreaded awkward area which gives breathing space to ppl to ogle at their New companion and not old ones who had already ogled/stared at each other so many number of times that each one feels guilty.

As elevator moves up or down all ppl gave a glance to each other, they notice everything starting from ur shoe then up to ur clothing then to ur neck (for girls to know what they have worn) then to hairs to see if it is combed properly or not. Then they give customary glance at button panels watching numbers moving from one floor to other slowly. If lift is already full and if it stops at one floor where ppl push to get in then every person in the lift curses "why on earth he/she (if a person is beautiful she ppl don’t mind at least guys ;) ) is entering".

And those moments are spent in utter and absolute silence as if u have reached nirvana. And if two persons converse all will look at them as if they have committed sin, By seeing other ppl's rude glances they automatically shut their voices. Lets see some scenarios

Case 1: Two guys in one lift - Nothing happens Guy give a customary look, wait for the floor to come, step out and gone , all happens smoothly and the silence is not killing. ( i don’t know why perhaps some sort of no-man-phobia)

Case 2: Two Girls caught in Lift - ( I am assuming what happens in such a scenario;) )

The moment a girl enters "oh another bi*** what an unlucky day :P".She gave a glance at her shoes, cheapo sandals, then "dress is a nice one but not gud like me", then look at accessories , "so much show off yuk",, , then "makeup, oh so much stuff ", eye liner is of Revlon i think , then nail polish, oh so old fashioned" :P ,the blah blah continues...

Case 3: A girl and a boy alone in elevator- A guy perspective...

Guy thinks today is a lucky day, he smiles, gave a cursory look as if he knows her since ages and that girl will start conversing instantly. Lift starts girl is busy in her own thoughts but guy look at her from head to toe, make a image of her all sorts of adjectives gets placed at various levels,

Girl thinks.... I don’t know: P , suggestion welcomed ;)

But why is silence to be found in elevators? Is it political correctness? Is it our need to guard our privacy? Our effort at confidentiality? Or is silence a side effect of the claustrophobia that is inside all of us?

But whatever it is ..."There are times when silence has the loudest voice".. And it is one of those....

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Me and my identity

This happened a long time ago, before there was any shitty thing in the world such as George Bush and terrorists and Paris Hilton. It must've been around the time of Adam and Eve, if there were any Adam and Eve, that is. But it's all well, and it was still a long time ago.
Ms. Sparkles lived alone in her little house by the desert. Well, almost alone. She didn't know, maybe she hadn't realised, maybe she'd been too busy, but in the narrow crevices of her wardrobe, there lived a mouse. A tiny little mouse, a mouse they called The Little Chuha. He was soft and brown and he had little black eyes. He seemed like a mouse, but he was smarter than one, some would say he was even smarter than Ms. Sparkles, who wasn't any smart at all.

Everyday Ms. Sparkles would come up to her wardrobe after taking a bath and gingerly remove that wet towel from around her waist. The Little Chuha, even though he was little, was a horny creature, like those cartoons you see in Playboy or Maxim. He would race out from his tiny hole inside the wardrobe and stand on the edge, jumping out on top of Ms. Sparkles as she opened the wardrobe door. It was all so well, and The Little Chuha missed Ms. Sparkles' breast everyday, but never losing hope, or heart.
The trouble was, Ms. Sparkles was the most beautiful woman in the world. She was the kind of woman you want to fall in love with, and maybe later hate yourself for it. Well, that was Ms. Sparkles, loveable and hateable in the same breath. The Little Chuha was in love with her, madly. Even though he was a tiny animal, smaller than Ms. Sparkles' slim wrists, he hoped to win her heart someday. Thus he tried everyday, jumping from the wardrobe's edge onto her chest, hoping to impress her with his acrobats. Yeah, I know. Women dig athletic men.

Now the place they lived in, the land of I-Dont-Know-The-Name-Of, was a pretty desolate place. Since Ms. Sparkles and The Little Chuha were the only two creatures alive, there was no doubt that they were alone in the land. Ms. Sparkles little house, which was painted a flawless white, stood glimmering in the middle of the desert. Passers-by - if there were any - would've seen her house from a mile and mistaken it for a mirage. But it was a mirage, atleast for Ms. Sparkles and The Little Mouse. All they saw everyday was each other, and each other. The Little Mouse jumping from the wardrobe, trying to impress Ms. Sparkles, and a smiling Ms. Sparkles spending her days thinking of The Little Mouse jumping form the wardrobe onto her breast. It would've been a sad affair, and it was. They were two souls who were in love. But then, they were so far away. He was a mouse, and she was a woman - and the most beautiful woman in the Universe too. But more than that, there was the distance of the wardrobe where he lived and the bed where she lay. That could never be corssed. And The Little Chuha knew that. He would get drunk and write drunken eulogies to himself, and a drunken toast to his lady, Ms. Sparkles. Passers-by - if there were any - would've called it a tragic affair. And it was.
For everyday, he missed her.
He so so missed her.

PS : Its not mine but I thought its worth sharing and thanks to author wherever he is .

Friday, July 3, 2009

A lonely night

You know that i know that you dont know who you are
You are a breeze,a sunshine,a rhapsody for me
You are the carrier for my lonesome night,
The killer for my boredom thoughts
The shrillness in my silent dreams.

For me will u come tonight and change my lonely nights
Will you follow me and seduce me
I know that you always consider me a pain
And that I take certain pleasure in suffering
At punishing myself, at my repentance
Will you abandon to me without getting worried

I wish to look at u , watch u ,hold u
for that will make me feel gud
I will be whatever pleases u..., the light on your skin
The sweat on your brow
The one who..whatever , i will be whatevr you want
Will you follow me tonight....