Ravings of a Lunatic

‘Blabbering’ is my super-power. I’m unbeatable at that. If one can, then one should. And so, I will. I will blabber my way out anything and everything. Just because ‘The Noise of Silence’ is based on silent thoughts rumbling in my head doesn’t mean I don’t have endless, baseless and useless blabbering.

I like to crib, rant and ramble. I crib way too much about the drama that happens to occupy a huge section of my grey matter. I rant to no core. I am annoying when it comes to ranting and by annoying I mean A-N-N-O-Y-I-N-G.

Blabbering is an essential aspect for the survival of the fairer sex. And also to stay fairer (:P). Okay, so I need to have my daily dose of blabbering (read: raving) for my soul to survive and for my face to glow. Adding to the usual ranting is tinge of swearing to make it…you know a bit more…satisfying!

Surprisingly, I’ve people who patiently listen (or at least pretend to). Such people make my day.

For a woman, there should be a man (not necessarily a better-half) to handle the endless drama. I too got one, K. That man has the ability to handle me even when I blabber about love, life, studies, college, friends, ex, seasons, music, food, family et cetera et cetera like there’s no tomorrow. A patient listener is someone who gets words out of you and that’s exactly what he does. Being at the ‘hearing’ end of all that out-burst of pain, anger, agony, happiness, nuisance isn’t really an easy task (Ask him). Had it not been him, I would have been undoubtedly slapped by others whom I would have yelled at or tried to.   

The best part behind all this angry tongue-lashing that he faces, he manages to teach me something from my own nonsense. How? That’s still a mystery.

p.s Can’t thank that Retard enough for handling my verbal diarrhoea. Cheers! :D 

Indebted We Are. Thankful We Should Be.

I've fallen off a flight of stairs, I've rammed my bike in to a two wheeler, but of all the pains I know I've seen the worst. Seeing my parents grow old is the worst pain I've been through and as a matter of fact anyone else will. Not being able to express it has just added to the misery.

The tough shoulder of my Dad that I sat on all my childhood has grown weak. The soft and tender hands of my mother which fed me have begun to tremble. With every passing birthday of theirs it makes me sad. I make my effort to make them happy with gifts, balloons and words, but their happiness lies in those untold words and emotions they see in my eyes.

With great patience and compassion parents bring up their child. But as they grow old we forget to express the same patience and compassion towards them. We children rarely want to know what their parents want and to the contrary they gave us everything even before we actually asked for it. Our endless demands, mindless rants, hopeless cries and spineless attitude they tolerate it all with a broad smile on their face. Much to the irony, we grow up to miss out on fulfilling their needs and requirements. On the run to make a career for ourselves we end up forgetting their contributions in making us what we are.

I feel blessed to have such loving and caring parents. Trust me, its a blessing. I agree we fail to realize but sooner or later, time makes sure we realize the fact usually the harsh way. Consider yourself to be lucky if you have a family to fall back on after a tiring day, a family to support and guide you through all your decisions, a family to stick through thick and thin.

To the countless number of lessons they bequeathed to me, to those nights that they stayed awake when I was unwell, to the pain they took and drama they tolerated, I promise I shall do my best to keep them happy and love them and keep them with same patience and compassion

"For all the love and care they have shown till date
I'll give them their deserved happiness before its too late"

The Happy Bong Family

Ode To Ye Love.

They both are what Daya and Abhijeet would mean to ACP Pradyuman, what Gauri and Karan Johar would mean to Sharukh Khan. Actually they mean much more. They are the two strongest pillars of my life. My day started and ended with them. School life would have been incomplete without them both. They taught me somethings which I don't really think some else could. They were there to listen, to scold, to tease, to teach. They are not just friends they are family. They praised me when I was good, bashed me when I was terribly wrong. They helped me realize stuff I didn't want to. They brought the Me back to me. They are not just good at pep talks but they said the truth no matter how much it hurt. I could be at my great or worse mood when with them. They are those who deserve explanations but never ask for it. They are those who have the right to shout but don't(well at times they do). Them I love to love.

Now that we are parting to follow our dreams it's a different mixed feeling altogether. Though one of the two will be in same city as me but she will be caught up in her new life. There is a fear in my heart, a fear without definition and far beyond any explanation. I wonder how our relation will grow over the years. Will it require our efforts to continue the friendship or will it be untouched by all evil and non-evil forces? Will the relation change or will it stand strong over the years.

Many questions there are. Unanswered they'll be. Time will answer if it's supposed. All I can wish is that still when we meet we laugh like idiots, behave like retards, act all stupid no matter how much life have burden ed us. All I can wish for is that our maturity and sensibility leaves our friendship unaffected. All I know is together we are and together we are supposed to be.

"When the sun shines we'll shine together 

Told you I'll be here forever 

Said I'll always be a friend 

Took an oath I ma stick it out till the end" - Rihanna (Umbrella)

- Poulami