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That stab of pain when you hear the name 
Of a person you've missed for long.
Trying hard, but fail to remain strong.
Remembering wonderful memories made together, 
And cry because they are lost forever…

That Last Hour Before the Long Weekend…

NB: Written on Thursday Oct. 22, 2015, but posted today.

Thursday evening. It’s 4 p.m. and everyone is winding up work.  People are shutting down laptops and calling out to others waving the byes. It’s the long weekend and everyone, me included, is looking forward to destress and unwind. I’m quite excited about it, as it’ll be a “legal” holiday for me, since I’ve joined this company just two weeks back.

And it’s Zumba day too. After quite a lot of contemplation, I finally enrolled myself for Zumba classes. I have always been passionate about dancing but never actually thought of pursuing it. After much research and viewing umpteen videos, I had made up my mind. The day has at last arrived when I have decided to give Zumba a shot. Work done for the day and awaiting the clock to strike 6 so that I can rush for the class, I steal a glance at the time display on my laptop. There’s still an hour and 30 minutes to kill. The hands on the clock are crawling slower than a tortoise. I’m sure if time and tortoise were to compete in a race, the tortoise would win. Sigh!

Somebody's Me...

Sometimes you come across a song, that strikes you deep, shaking your very core. True, I am a diehard fan of Enrique Iglesias and there is no song of his that I haven't listened to. But somehow, this song seems to have become a part of my existence. And every time I hear this song, a deep sigh escapes my heart...

 

You...
Do you remember me?
Like I remember you?
Do you spend your life
going back in your mind to that time
Cause I
I walk the streets alone
I hate being on my own
and everyone can see that I really fell
and I'm going through hell
thinking about you with somebody else

Somebody wants you
somebody needs you
somebody dreams about you every single night

Somebody can't breathe without you it's lonely
somebody hopes that one day you will see

That somebody's me
that somebody's me
yea

 

How
How did we go wrong?
It was so good and now it's gone
and I pray at night
that our paths soon will cross
what we had isn't lost
coz you're always right here in my thoughts

Somebody wants you
somebody needs you

somebody dreams about you every single night

Somebody can't breathe
without you it's lonely
somebody hopes that some day you will see
That somebody's me
oh yeah

You will always be in my life
even if I'm not in your life
cause you're in my memory

you
when you remember me
and before you set me free

oh listen please

somebody wants you
somebody needs you
somebody dreams about you every single night

Somebody can't breathe
without you it's lonely
somebody hopes that some day you will see
that somebody's me
that somebody's me
that somebody's me
that somebody's me
oh yeah

For the Love of the Dark

The sun sets, lighting up the sky in a bright array of colors that slowly turn black. Suddenly the air is rent with the sound of birds, returning back to their nests. Somewhere far, the critter of insects can be heard. Streetlights slowly start coming up, illuminating the roads. The air turns crisp and cooler, a refreshing waft. Night sets in…

When the rest of the world prepares to slumber, there are a few “creatures” (humans, I mean) who turn active at night. It’s as if the darkness ignites their spirit, kindling the very soul. There’s something about darkness, serenity beyond explanation. The dictionary terms it as Nyctophilia or love of darkness or the night. Is it psychological or spiritual or does it have a scientific meaning behind this liking? I am not sure. As a child, I used to fear the dark.  I was terrified of being anywhere that was even partially dark. Power cuts at nights would spell doom. I fervently would pray for the power to come back.

However, growing up, I suddenly developed an affinity towards the dark. I feel this odd comfort, whenever I look out of my window at night. The pitch blackness of the night envelopes me in a calmness, that human mind may not perceive. It is at this time where my brain, at its heightened energy, craves for activity. The peace outside, with an occasional disturbance of insects, the calm breeze, and sometimes the moon shining through the clouds, feels like a perfect setting.  There’s an amazing relaxation that only a night can bring. No harsh sun to ruin the mood, nor the dry wind that parches your soul. I love the night time, for reasons best known to be. I’m sure my fellow beings, who find comfort in the darkness, will agree with what I’m saying.

Nyctophilic, this is me!

Rediscovering Bliss…

Two months have lapsed since I have posted something on my blog, let alone visit it. All of my time was consumed by wrapping up work at my previous office (yes I have quit) and hunting for a new job (that seems quite tiring, as I have to hone my interview skills after almost two years). Amongst all this pandemonium, I realized I had completely forgotten something I love doing. It suddenly struck to me that I hadn’t picked a book for ages.

Determined to break the jinx, I scanned my collection. Randomly, I picked up Chetan Bhagat’s Two States. Though not a fan of the writer, I had bought this book due to the good reviews it got. Now it served as a light read. Getting into a comfortable position and reading, I slowly got lost into my own world. Poring through the pages, imagining the scenes, and laughing at the funny ones, I felt like a missing piece of the jigsaw puzzle had fallen into place, to complete the picture.

After about two hours, as I kept down the finished book, I felt a calmness surround me. After this post, I am picking up another book. By the time you read this post I may be into my second or third book. Such is the joy of reading. Unadulterated, replete, and sweet.

Peace!

Happy Birthday to the Greek God

Finally the day dawned! The most awaited day of my life. Happy birthday to the SEXIEST MAN ALIVE, Enrique Iglesias, the one and only.

I don’t even remember when exactly I started liking Enrique Iglesias. I can only remember listening to a couple of his songs just because they used to be shown on MTV. In those days, MTV was just Music Television that used to play some really good songs. There were none of the crappy shows that are played these days. Anyway coming back, I would come across Enrique’s songs whenever I would watch MTV. I would find his songs to be okay okay (I know this can be shocking to people who know what a crazy fan I am now).

And then Hero happened. This song completely swept me off my feet (I’m still flying, Giggle). It was then that I started noticing more of him (literally too). I Googled about him and even began keeping a tab on his song releases, the  shows where he would appear, and the awards he won and might win. Slowly but surely I became his ardent fan and made sure that on every birthday of his I get a slice of chocolate cake, if not the whole cake.

Such do I like him that I saved up on cash to ensure that I go for his concert whenever he landed in Pune (I was living in Pune back then). The stars conjured and made my dream come true. I got to watch Enrique’s live performance in Pune on Oct. 17, 2012. Looking at him sing Hero in person took my admiration a notch higher. (Psst, I have something more than admiration for this guy)

Oh gosh! I just ran out of words. It’s so overwhelming.

Not only is this man intoxicatingly gorgeous, but his voice is equally mesmerizing. And I will be his admirer till death do us apart (Cheesy? Baah!!! But TRUE!)

Happy Birthday Mi Corazon! Waiting to listen to your many new, awesome songs.

Will We, Won't We?

It’s a real wonder what hope does to an individual. Well, this holds so true to today’s situation.

March 26, 2015 - a BIG DAY for India. Battling against Australia to grab a place in the World Cup 2015 finals, India is chasing a huge score. In a country where cricket is a religion, my office was no less.  With the entire office in blue we were supporting the team in our own way. In the mood for a real game, my office decided to stream the live match. Big screens were put up in the office and cafeteria. Australia, as usual played well and put up a big score for India to target. With every Australian wicket falling, the crowd screamed and cheered.  Innings one over, India came on to bat and chase the target. Through the initial overs, Indian players weren’t at their best. The cheering crowd slowly became a lamenting one. And then, came some strong players, who took the scorecard a bit higher.

But as Indian wickets began falling, the pall of gloom spread again and everyone meekly returned to their desks. Now with Dhoni, batting on the crease and some runs in the making, the cafeteria is crowded again.

With faces painted and hoping for a miracle, here we wait!

Will India recreate the 2011 magic or will it let go of the coveted title of being the world champions? Only time will tell!

Peace!!!