Sunday, December 5, 2010
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Thursday, September 16, 2010
He was the kind that stood out in a crowd. Not for his looks; It was his attitude and mental presence that made p eople take notice of him. He had this knack of making people like him, if he wanted them to. And he had this weird obsession of wanting everyone to like him the way he was. He also liked people so easily, that he ended up hurting himself, because of his expectations . .
He liked her the instant he saw her. Asked later, he couldn’t remember what exactly was going through his mind, when he saw her. He felt there was something intriguing about the way she looked at him. He couldn’t be sure of whether she liked him or whether she despised him or whether she looked at him like every other guy. When he saw her smiling at her friends, he wanted to be lucky enough someday to have her smile at him like that. When he saw her talking to a guy, he wanted to switch lives with him for that single instant. He wanted to be the person she thought when getting up from and going back to sleep. He knew he was being silly with all his wishes but he just couldn’t control how his mind yearned towards her. He was amazed by how comfortable their eyes had gotten over time. But the confusion still remained. He did not want to turn into someone who disgusted her. He’d plan for days about talking to her but would be too circumspect about talking. He wished he could find out how she felt about him but he told himself that that could be found out only the hard way, by getting to know her.
She kept to herself. She was not exactly anti-social but had difficulties liking people instantly. She detested attention even if it was positive. But she never was able to be harsh to people even if she hated them. But even though she kept to herself, people recognised her because of her looks. Her mouth didn’t have to tell others if she was angry or happy. It was pretty apparent from her face. Only one person had trouble reading them and she had no idea of telling him that as well . .
She normally didn’t look out for people when she walked. She was always lingering in the silent world of hers. But one face was becoming particularly redundant. She had thought he’d stop looking just like the other guys eventually did. But there was something about him that was different. Probably the way he looked at her. He was not casual about her and he was so bad at acting like he was casual.Without even knowing it, she caught his eye more often than she’d have wanted. It was like he was searching for someone deep inside her eyes. She felt special when he looked at her like that. But she wasn’t so sure whether she liked this complete-stranger who never talked. She’d have been better off ignoring him like the other guys. But deep inside her, she felt this was the guy that the girl inside her would love to talk to. She wanted to know what was so special about her. She wanted to know if he was like the others. She wanted to know ‘him’ and surprisingly, she wanted him to know her. .
P.S: Some stories are better left incomplete. I want each of you to imagine their future in your own way rather than me telling it.
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Growing up in India had me loving a sport more than anything else. Cricket. There were nights spent banging the ball i had tied up in a sock, inspired by Rahul doing the same in a Coke ad. Although i can laugh now at my attempts being futile, i did try my hand at becoming a professional, like every other Indian child. My friends and parents know the lengths i went, to follow the game i loved. But sadly, my love for the game has dwindled over the past few years. Although not the sole reason, one of the prominent reasons will have to be, a completely different sport,played with the same number of players in either team.
The beautiful game , indeed! Soccer. It probably started with the pc games i used to play, shooting in 5-goals-per-game using a certain Henry or Zidane. As i grew up, so did my passion for a game, which ought to be loved by anyone who understands it! IS there any better feeling for a midfielder than to see an amazing long ball converted! Is there any better feeling for a striker, than to strike with a perfect volley! Is there any better feeling for a defender, than to win the ball with a perfect tackle! None, on all three counts, i should say.
Week in and week out, players wrestle it out in the name of domestic rivalries and cups. But when it comes to the World cup, they forget their domestic standings and go out and play in their national colours, as proudly as ever. Different styles of play appeal to different groups of people : The ever so flowing game of Spain and Brazil,Argentina; The irritatingly defensive but effective play of Italy ; the total football played by Netherlands and the list could go on. I should admit, as a true fan, that it is irritating when people start to talk as if they know everything about the game only when the worldcup is going on! But no one can help it i guess. Afterall,
‘Football fever is something doctors have found no cure for!’
Friday, May 28, 2010
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
He was walking down the road. His mind free of all thoughts. That was when a little drop, ever so slowly, fell on his hand. To him, there were few feelings better then to walk in a slight drizzle. His mom had tried to condemn him from doing that, when he was young, but only in vain. He was walking forward, but ironically his thoughts went back to the day when he first did this. He could still remember his mom’s exact words. ‘ It wouldn’t take much long for me to get there! ‘ She probably didn’t realise then, that this was a kid who wouldn’t budge at the slightest of threats. .
It all came suddenly to him. It was like, what hit him wasn’t a drop , but an avalanche of memories. His mind wasn’t free of thoughts any more. He was thinking of a lot of things, suddenly. too much for his mind to handle. He tried to concentrate on what was causing all the trouble. He couldn’t ! He kept trying. Suddenly his thoughts focussed on one face. It amazed him just how much he loved her eyes. Those tender brown eyes, which had a special toast of naughtiness stored for him every time he saw them. And now it was time for his thoughts to freeze. .
It was some time before he could control his thoughts again, some time before he started walking again. He was wondering what made him get to that state. And then he got that particular memory..
‘He was around 14 then. He had gone over to his cousin’s for his vacation. He had gotten out of the house the moment it started to look like it was going to pour. He went and made himself comfortable on the place where he always sat. It slowly started to drizzle. There was nothing in the world that could give him this exact feeling : Being there all by himself, trying to enjoy nature, for what it was. That was when he had the feeling that he was not alone after all! He didn’t bother. He wasn’t to be disturbed right now! It was his moment of Serenity. And then he heard her voice. It was like, it reached him past all the droplets that were trying to keep him occupied. He couldn’t resist finding the one who was distracting him! Not that he liked it! It was all gone now! The rain was heavier now. Not his favourite part. Slowly, two girls appeared. Slightly drenched. Trying to get some cover, apparently. He started to leave. And just then did he see her face. Those brown eyes. Laughing at this stupid guy who hadn’t cared to move when the rain was lighter. He couldn’t move anymore. . ‘
He never got hold of how he moved from that place that day. Slowly they became friends. Young people who complemented each other like the Sun complementing the Clouds. To him, she was never ‘just’ a friend. If there was one thing he wanted take to his grave,it was her eyes. Somewhere down there, he told her how he felt about her. She was the only person who he confided in, everything. Life was never the same after that . . .
All those thoughts made him ‘smile’ all through his way. It was 8 years since then. He was still walking when a slight nudge on his shoulders made him stop. He turned, only to look at the brown eyes he’d never stop looking at!
P.S : Some crushes vanish in an instant as if they never happened, but some do last LONG!
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Ah! So finally the day has to come, when i can no longer call myself a teenager. Looking back, it only makes me wonder what lies ahead. So i make this post, in dedication to the people who've always backed me up : my friends and my parents. Now to the interesting part: I wanted to put in words, the things(not exactly in one or two cases) which i found irresistible ( or finding) at some point or the other, in these twenty years. It is just my opinion and comments are welcome!