Keblinger

Keblinger
.....from this hypocrisy & pretence......
What if this isn't everything it should be????

I'm not even sure how I feel....!! !!

Maybe somewhere, someone loves me so much;
He'd share his life with me and my whole life he'd touch;
Maybe somewhere, someone longs to hear me call;
Or maybe, yes, I realized, maybe there is none at all...

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My first smart phone

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| Sunday, October 11, 2015

Finally after four long years of using a "dabba phone", I finally have a smart phone...

Nothing much to say, except the fact that it is tough to type on the touchscreen after using the laptop for years... !!!! :P

Evanescent Friendships...

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| Friday, June 5, 2015

I know it's strange how we gel with strangers. It's surprising how friendly we get with someone who added us on facebook, but feel awkward in calling up a friend in the same city.


As far as I'm concerned, I don't know if this is something only I am going through, but I hardly have friends in 'my city'...!

Reason? My closest friends shifted to abroad or different cities of India, and the 'friends' left out here, are either not interested in meeting me or they are too busy. Either ways, they don't want to see me.

Few others are so busy in packing their bags for going to abroad that it seems they are packing bags since the time we last talked and they would soon fly away to abroad...

So now, as weird as it seems, I've friends 1000 kms away or even farther but not on the same street.

Married friends obviously have their husband to look after.
Other single friends are busy looking for a groom or bride.
Still others are busy with the person they are 'in a relationship' with...

Now where am I in the lives of all these people ??

NOWHERE! :)

It sucks!!

It's not that I don't try to keep in touch, or I pushed them away.
It's just that they got busy and then my self-respect/ego- whatever you take it as, comes in my way.

For example, I was literally craving for a dinner outside...
I messaged a friend, asking if he had time.

He assured me that we would meet up during the weekend, but he never messaged again before 15 days...

Another instance - A friend asked me for Fast and Furious 7 , but I guess she forgot about it soon after she asked...!!

So this is why I think online friends are much better. The only way they disappoint you is by not being online or the longing you have to meet them.

Atleast they don't give false hopes that we would meet and then vanish for days together, despite living a few minutes away.

I feel stranded at an island where I've "contacts" in my address book , but no friends...

I have phone numbers of 'people living in my city' but no one to actually call up and hang out with.

It feels like all those friendships that I thought would last forever, ended even before the second half of my life could actually begin...

.... If you've 'friends' you can look up to, you're lucky...

If you've friends who would say "Come on yar, let's meet up" and be at your doorstep in a few minutes, never let them go...

Not having good friends can cripple you in a way nothing else can, and you would always feel that you're not good enough, even though you have tried your best to save those evanescent friendships...!! :)



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| Sunday, June 22, 2014
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Deja Vu...

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| Monday, June 16, 2014
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A Dance To Remember!

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| Tuesday, May 13, 2014

The journey to Darjeeling is one of the most serene experiences one can have, the toy-train, which apparently is not as slow as a real toy-train, but is really true. And oh! The scenes that one encounters on the way to Darjeeling are, well, they can't be described. You'll have to see for yourself.
There are many small stations that come in the way, many with names that can't really be pronounced. One such station is Jalpaiguri.
We were to start off with “New Jalpaiguri” station and reach Darjeeling in an hour.
We had started from our home town,Jaipur and reached Delhi in a Volvo bus.
According to our itinerary, we had boarded the Brahmputra mail to reach New Jalpaiguri station.
"Disha! Get in the train, before you miss this one too!" screamed Aarzoo from the train.
"Yes, Mom" I said and giggled. Aarzoo, my friend, had been with me since we couldn't tell the difference between Bharatnatyam and Kathak. In short, we go long back.
"Let her be, Aarzoo. At least I will get some peace when there'll be no Disha to keep on blabbering." joked Aarush.
I turned around to look at him with intent of a murder. But as soon as I see an even cuter version of Aarzoo's face, my anger melts away and I join in the laughter. Oh yes, they are twins. Except that Aarzoo has long straight hair while Aarush has those long but curled up hair that made him look like an innocent child. He wasn't one, though.
We were laughing when the train started with a sudden jerk. I ran to our compartment door and tried to climb in but Aarush barred the gate and was laughing continuously. "I won't let you in unless, of course, you promise to stay shut for the journey." he said still barring the door.
I rolled my eyes and said "okay, promise." He smiled and gave way. I took my seat opposite to Aarzoo and Aarush came and sat beside me.
"Do you know these hill people are actually very nice dancers. Especially the boys. Not to forget, they are very cute too. I wonder if I can get one..." I started.
"Aah! Here she goes again. I shouldn't have let you on the train." Aarush said.
"Enough, Aarush." Aarzoo stopped him. "Disha, I agree. They are so cute." she said and we both laughed.
"What! You have a very handsome guy sitting right next to you and you're talking about guys you haven't even seen yet. You should be happy with what you have" he said, starting another of his 'Oh-I'm-So-Handsome' lectures.
"Tough luck, Aarush. You're my brother" Aarzoo said.
"Yeah, and she's my sister." I said and Aarzoo hi-fived me. Aarush rolled his eyes and plugged-in his earphones. Aarzoo got busy in her magazine. I looked out of the window as our destination drew closer.
I was crazy. My friends had confirmed that a lot many times, but as crazy as I was, train journeys by a window seat always landed my mind in serious „overthinking‟.
To add to it, two of my friends weren‟t there to keep my brain from wandering in places it wasn‟t supposed to go, so it just strayed far away; To my crushes, to my dream date, to my dream wedding, to TOM CRUISE, to just everything and everyone out of my reach.
As I was lost in all those girly thoughts, the train almost rolled through a fruit shop and startled me out of my reverie. I refrained myself from seeing those daydreams and engrossed myself in the picturesque scenes of tea gardens, deep valleys and beautiful snow-clad mountains.
The train smoothly made its way on the narrow gauge railway track that traversed through the small towns to Ghum, the highest railway station of India from the sea level, to our destination, Darjeeling.
WB 77 DN 1234: A white Indica caught my eye as we exited the Darjeeling Railway Station.
Actually, that was the nearest car for hire, and we were in no mood to walk to different taxis and settle for the best offer after bargaining.
I asked Aarush to approach the car driver and ask him if he could drop us at Sterling Resort, Darjeeling.
“We‟re three people and we need to reach Sterling Resort. How much would it cost?” Aarush asked straightaway to the driver who was busy tapping his feet to some hard rock music.
“1200 bucks!” He said after staring a quick scanning glance at me and Aarzoo.
Aarush raised his eyebrows with a questioning expression of what to do.
Aarzoo and I looked at each other like 2 puzzled kids and just nodded.
The driver helped us with our luggage, after which we took our seats.
“He‟s hot yaar!” I typed a message on my cellphone and showed it to Aarzoo. She gave me a wide-eyed “You‟re impossible” look and burst out laughing.
Aarush who was sitting beside the driver got surprised with that sudden bout of Aarzoo‟s laughter but did not react anything significant, perhaps because he was too tired.
After a few seconds, I started off “I hope I get a partner for the dance competition. I‟ll be able to participate too, then!”
Aarzoo consoled me – “Disha, you will find one; and if you don‟t, you should feel blessed that you‟ll be able to cheer me and Aaru”
The driver switched off the loud rock music and said “Are you here for some dance competition?”
I was a bit sceptical about conversing with a driver, but he was hot so I chose to reply.
“We‟re here for an outing but when we booked our tickets at Sterling Resort, they told us that there would be a dance competition so my friends are participating…”
“…And you‟re not?” He asked looking at me from the rearview mirror.
I had seen a guy looking at a girl through the rear view mirror, only in movies and that day I was living that movie scene for real.
“No… Most probably not… Let‟s see if I get a partner!”
He just smiled when I said that and asked “What is your name?”
“Disha. What‟s yours?”
“Nitesh” He replied
I was feeling awkward talking to him, but then as I said before, he was just too… ummm… tempting!
I mean, talking to him, you dirty mind!
“His voice is so sexy…just like honey…” Aarzoo passed me on her cell phone after typing that.
“You like him too???” I typed in after clearing her message and winked at her.
She shook her head violently in disagreement.
“Thank God!” I whispered to her, the exclamation mark very clear in my voice.
“By the way, I dance too, in case you… ummmm…” Nitesh said with a hesitant voice.
“Well in that case, how about you show us a sample of your awesome dance?” I said in a very excited voice, like that of a child asking 'what is our car's color, dad?'
By the time, I asked that question to him, I had developed a really huge crush on that guy.
The way he drove, his no-honking and „flicker headlights only‟ policy, the way he looked at me through the mirror, his voice… Everything was just very impressive and I was expecting his dance too, to be great.
“When would it be convenient to you to see the dance, then?” He sounded so very enthusiastic for the sample dance.
“You wait for some time outside the resort. I shall let you know after we check in. Would that be fine?” I said in a confused tone.
“Oh! Absolutely.”
“How far is the resort now???” I had the trouble of motion sickness and the hilly roads were adding to it. The unleveled roads, steep bylanes and the diesel car were making me feel more uneasy.
I did not feel it that much, may be because Nitesh had kept me distracted from the trouble.
“Actually it is just 5 kilometers from the Darjeeling Railway Station, ma‟am. But as you can see, the cobblestone roads and sharp turns make it a bumpy drive and a long one too!”
“Yeah. I see that”
Aarzoo and Aarush had dozed off, while I was busy conversing with Nitesh. I wonder if they were just pretending to sleep, and listening to all that, to tease me later with a driver.
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We reached the resort and after checking in and all the necessary formality plus signatures, I asked them regarding the competition.
“Can an outsider not residing in the resort participate???” I inquired
“Yes, but you‟ll have to pay 500 Rs. extra for that” The hotel manager replied after checking the rules and regulations of the competition.
“Alright. We shall think and let you know” I left the place wondering if Nitesh would be dancing good enough for 500 Rs. and hoping that he would.
“Excuse me? Please come to the room in half an hour. We can see your dance, then and get started with the practice too, hopefully” I went up to Nitesh and informed him. He looked at me and gave me a warm, heart crushing smile
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I freshened up by 30 minutes and waited for him.
As expected, he was right on time.
“I am a hip hop and salsa dancer basically. I will be able to show you a glimpse of my hip hop dance.” He said as he removed the jacket he had been wearing while driving the car.
O Pardesiiii… O Pardesiii…” He started that song from Dev D in his absolutely classy “branded” cellphone and started the dance.
Aarush and Aarzoo too gathered to see the dance.
Nitesh‟s moves were so neat and so perfect that I slipped even deeper into that quicksand of infatuation with him.
His expressions, his posture, everything was beyond perfection.
“You dance so awesome” I said after 3:43 minutes of that wonderful performance.
Aarzoo and Aarush too cheered him. Aarzoo offered him water too, because I was obviously lost too much in his dance.
“Nitesh, we start practising from day after tomorrow. Would that be convenient to you?” I asked in a doubtful tone.
“We can start tomorrow too. It won‟t be a problem for me.” Nitesh sounded so very confident.
“Actually tomorrow, we plan to go out for some sightseeing around.”
“I can accompany you as a driver cum guide if you want to.”
“Oh yeah… That sounds a great idea and it would save us the trouble of searching a new driver too.” Aarzoo suddenly got enlivened after hearing Nitesh‟s offer.
We dispersed after finalizing the next day schedule with Nitesh.
We slipped in deep slumber owing to the super-tiring journey we had had.
We were supposed to leave with Nitesh at 7 AM to visit all the important sights of interest in and around Darjeeling.
We dispersed after finalizing the next day schedule with Nitesh.
We slipped in deep slumber owing to the super-tiring journey we had had.
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We were supposed to leave with Nitesh at 7 AM on that day to visit all the important sights of interest in and around
Darjeeling.
Throughout the way, Nitesh kept drawing me in a conversation with him and kept me glued to it.
It seemed like someone had told Aarush and Aarzoo to keep the 'finger on their lips'.
They hardly took part in that conversation. God knows why!
Nitesh shared how he had danced on the same stage as Pradeep Gurung, a contestant of
Dance India Dance Season 3 but lost because of his hard luck.
We had an amazing time visiting the rock garden of Darjeeling, Ghum Monastery, Mirik lake, the Swiss
Houses and the lush green tea gardens with ladies having those beautiful baskets tied to their backs.
He showed us his semi-furnished cottage near Mirik lake, which reflected his ordinary family background.
We returned back after making super awesome memories and having the most amazing time of our lives.
Nitesh was a great dancer and an even more awesome human being.
That made me like him even more than what I previously did.
It may sound unbelievable and absurd, but even though we had to dance a really intimate dance form together, he made it absolutely comfortable for me. I could trust him, not because I had a crush on him already but because he was actually trustworthy and deserved to be trusted.
He even paid the 500 bucks which were supposed to be paid for the extra-participant, a non-resident of the resort.
Tu hi hai aashiqui, tu hi aawargi…” – That was the song we were supposed to perform on in the competition.
Nitesh had taught me some really intricate and amazing footwork for the performance, and honestly, I wasn‟t dancing for the competition anymore. Yes,undoubtedly, I wanted to win, but I would not mind losing „cause I was taking back home the really precious dance steps as memories given by my crush.
We were practising in our living room of the suite at the resort. Everything was going okay and we were on the lines where we were supposed to be distant, and make a few moves individually with some complex footwork and rhythmic hand movements. . . . AND POOF! The lights went out.
It was absolutely dark and in that sudden unexpected black out, I almost forgot what step was I supposed to do.
"I started waving my hands and move towards the direction where I had last seen Nitesh.
"Nitesh!" I called out to him. "Where are you?" I know I'm a grown up now and so I should consider it absurd myself, but darkness sort of freaks me out a bit. Okay, I'm afraid of the dark, a little. Okay, very much. He didn't answer and I felt sweat beads on my forehead. "Nitesh!" I called out a bit longer this time. Still no answer. I felt the sweat beads multiplying. 'It's just a bit warm. That's it.' I tried to calm myself.
I felt the wall with my hands. I turned around and started walking further, with hands still outstretched to feel something. Or someone. I kept walking, wondering if he was alright. Filmy, as I was, I started to wonder if someone had orchestrated this power cut to take him out. Like as they do in films to attack or kidnap someone. Lights out and someone jumps in from the windows. I looked at the three windows of that room that were made completely of glass. They were perfectly normal. I hit my own head and whispered 'stupid, filmy, shut up'.
And then, I felt a very soft something. They were like fingers. "Gotcha!" I heard Nitesh saying. I intertwined my fingers into his and pulled myself in an almost hug like position with him, like I was a very small kid, afraid of the dark. "It's okay it's just a power cut.” I know it was, but what of this filmy mind of mine that had made this stupid heart almost believe that someone had kidnapped my crush.
Wait! Am I hugging him? Oh My God! But let it be. I like it this way. My whatsapp mind was already thinking of the smileys me and Aarzoo would share if ever this small moment was let out.
Shy was the word many used for me, but that was the last thing I was feeling around him and especially in his arms. But still, after a while I moved a bit away from him. He held me by my shoulders and asked "Are you alright?". I nodded. "Good, that you're safe. I was very scared for you". His words were very passionate. Or was it my mind making me think so? I looked at him for answers. His eyes had concern. But they also had a bit of passion.
I didn't know what was happening. All that I felt was that I was slowly drifting close to him, feeling his breaths, feeling his heartbeats, feeling a bit of wetness on his clothes, and feeling a bit for him. We were inches apart when suddenly, the lights came up.
I looked at him and he looked at me and we both blushed. Oh! These hill boys! Their blush was very cute. But then I realised that how close we were actually standing. I coughed a bit and he looked at me with questioning eyes.
"I think we should... Umm... Practice" I said.
It dawned on him and with a little blush, he let go of me. "Yea... We should... Yes... Continue" he stammered. I had a strange and sudden urge to pull his cheeks but then I suppressed it and we went back to practicing.
That night after the practice, I slipped into my night clothes and then into my bed. Although, I was present here physically, sleeping here in this cozy warm bed, my mind was wandering off somewhere else. Far in a meadow, dancing in the sunlight on the lines
Dil Nay Kaha Tha Na Tadpegaa
Fir Aaj Dil Dhadke Kyu Jaaye ?
Khwabo Nay Tay Kiya Tha Khonaa
Fir Aaj Kyu Palat Wo Aaye
And then he joined me on the last line. It was just 'perfect'. Like I had always wanted it to be. Like the movies. And then we stepped close to each other. Closer, closer. So close that our noses touched. And then we both burst up laughing. And I woke up.
Aargh...!! Why God had to pull up the '3 Idioits' prank on me? And that too in a 'way-more-than-just-perfect' dream. It seemed funny to us in the dream. But I was a lot piqued now. One question on my mind. Would my story also end up incomplete and with him laughing on me?
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Nitesh had put on a creamish shirt and formals… He looked so adorable !!! :) I was sure that I‟ll take back some amazing memories and forever-cherishable moments in my heart through that performance.
We were supposed to perform on stage in front of so many people…!!! Finally our names were announced. I was nervous.
“Disha, you‟re awesome. Don‟t be so scared.” Nitesh tried to cheer me up.
“Yes you‟re right.” I said so and we proceeded for our performance.
----AND …. MUSIC!
I was just experiencing the presence of Nitesh *close to me* and explaining myself that I won‟t be having any excuse to be in his arms after the next day. We were hardly a millimeter apart but emotionally he was out of my reach.
The musical notes were being played in the background but the chords of my heart were playing something else. I was lost with Nitesh. It was not just a dance form or a performance anymore.
It was perhaps the last time I was seeing him.
Nitesh lifted me up and turned around holding me in his arms. That was our last dance step and with that pose, we ended the performance.
He gently put me down and for a few seconds, I missed those arms which had held me tight for almost 240 seconds. I tried hard not to „look‟ upset, but perhaps I did not succeed in hiding that feeling.
“Thank you Disha for giving me this chance of having a dance with you, not judging me on being a driver and believing in me. I am indebted to you.”
I couldn‟t believe a driver could talk such philosophical stuff, the stuff I only thought while traveling by a window seat.
“I am grateful to you too Nitesh, and Congratulations to us no matter what the result is.”
Having said that, I was almost going to give him a hug.
I still remember that split second of the awkward situation, where he had extended his right hand and I had stepped forward for the hug.
But just in time, I stopped myself and we ended up with a handshake!
It was a senti-mental moment for me. In that split second of our skins touching each other, I looked into his eyes. He had given me something, something that was more than just memories.
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Packing was always an arduous job for me. But now it had an emotional side to it too. Leaving behind all that I felt and enjoyed here in Darjeeling, was more than just tough for me. I had to bite my tears back many a times so as to not give Aarzoo an idea of my situation. She was a hell lot mischievous but as soon I used to start crying, she turned into an over-caring mom. I really was trying to avoid that side of her.
It took me 4 long hours to pack, halfheartedly, that too. We had the afternoon train, and it was 11 so I went to the bathroom and took a quick shower, slipped into a jeans and pullover. And got ready to leave. I went to knock on Aarush and Aarzoo's room's door.
Aarzoo and Aarush had a grand party last night. Oh, did I forget to mention? They won the competition. The first prize out of the seven participating couples. They were training for this from a month, as compared to mine and Nitesh's 2-day rehearsals.
Nitesh, the name brought a fresh bout of tears in my eyes. But the door opened and I had to bite back my tears one more time. Aarush opened the door, and we went on to check out of the hotel. And as soon as we stepped out of the gate, he was there, waiting for us. He was there to take us on our probably last journey together. Mine and Nitesh's. He smiled at me and I smiled back. Although, I was all broken up inside, I maintained a constant grin on my face.
The journey back to the station was a lot quieter than the one to hotel. Aarush was sitting beside Nitesh and me and Aarzoo on the back seat. Both of them had drifted back to sleep but me and Nitesh were still awake, for obvious reasons. But no-one spoke.
The journey ended shortly. As they say, from a height, coming downhill is very easy. How ironic! The train was there, ready to leave, to take me away, back to Jaipur, away from Nitesh and the memories. I woke them both up and we took our seats in the train. We checked how much time was still left for the train and on finding that we had 20 more minutes we got down and went to thank Nitesh. It was Aarush's idea, not mine.
We went back and Aarush and Aarzoo talked to him and I just stood in the background, waiting for my chance. But these devils ate all my time and the train's hooter sounded. It was our cue to leave and so we waved back at him from the station's gate and he waved too. I had a rush of feelings but I knew, that this is the last time, and I had to control. I gave him one last look.
"Disha! We're getting late. Get in" Aarzoo screamed.
"Coming, mom" I choked and said. And I ran to board the train. Once in, I settled in my seat and noticed they were asleep again. They deserved it, given all the hard work they had put in. And so now I was free to cry my heart out. Free to wail as the train took me away from him, the hope of my life, the rhythm to my song, the guiding hand behind my dance steps and the light in my world.
But I don't cry. I look at the piece of paper I had in my hand. It had a phone number on it. And the words:
Tu hi aashiqui
Tu hi aawaragi.
I told you he had given me lot more than just memories in that handshake.

*********** The End ***********

- By >TARUN< and Disha

LIFELESS LIFE...

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| Saturday, November 9, 2013
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As I lie there, on my bed...

Lifeless like a corpse...

Inhaling-exhaling but not alive...

Eyes open, all senses intact...

Hearing my own heartbeats...

Feeling my carotid pulse...

Just "SURVIVING"..

Surviving through everything that he put me through...

The pain, the hurt..

The coldness...The bitterness... and all of that...

Missing the moments, Remembering the memories...

Wondering if I'll ever feel "unbroken" again...

Wanting to feel alive...

Wanting to smile...

Wanting to fall in love...

But not prepared to get hurt yet again...!!!!

Just falling apart and paying the price...

the price for loving someone beyond reasons...

The someone who hurt me beyond repairs...!!!

and sadly, I still love him... :(


A lot like LOVE..!! Part 2

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| Wednesday, April 3, 2013

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Ahmedabad-Pune are absolutely contradictory cities…

To be honest, when I stepped in Symbiosis campus, I had got a culture shock.

In the beginning, I felt I wasn’t fit to be there.
I was not that out-going and I wondered if MBA from symbiosis was my cup of tea!!!!
Thanks to Navneet, Pallavi and Rishad I could change and make myself fit for the so-called thing called “CORPORATE WORLD”, where people judge you by the way you present yourself and by the way you flaunt off your merits…!!!

In a month after our final admission procedure on 2nd August 2010, we had our freshers’ party!!!!

I wasn’t much into parties… I don’t know why but the name “PARTY” scares me somehow.
I felt nervous regarding the same.
And I was more anxious ‘cause there would perhaps be drinking too in our freshers’ party.

I did not want to go. Pallavi knew I wasn’t very fond of such parties in discotheques but she persuaded me a lot to join them. Navneet too texted me

“You lied even after selecting truth in truth or dare… Now you pay for it by accompanying us!!!”

That made me feel guilty and I forced myself to go to the party.

Red was the theme for girls and black for guys.

Pallavi had got a red one-piece for me… God knows when!!!!! And of course I couldn’t disappoint her by refusing to wear it….

9:30 PM

We reached the venue…

A perfectly cosmopolitan crowd…
Smart guys…
Pretty girls…
A charming DJ…
LOUD PEPPY MUSIC!!!

What else would a youngster need???

Yes true!!
But I was different!
Alright… I’ll put it in “your” words! J
I was boring!!
I did not like parties.
I did not drink.
I did not like the loud music.
It made me sick and it gave me headache.
Seeing smart guys was okay but somehow that too did not interest me anymore!
My eyes searched for Rohan everywhere!!!

In spite of all this, I talked to my FOREVER friends and stayed on the dance floor for a while…
When I could no longer handle the heavy rock music, I stealthily got down and found a good place to sit.
Good as in a corner table where no one would notice me… At least no one from my three close friends.

I pretended to text, call and played with my cell phone to escape the questioning eye contacts with acquaintances and evade any awkwardness.

Amidst the really louuuuuuuud party music and the silent random thoughts running through my head, I suddenly heard a male voice asking me something…

I turned around…
It was Navneet.

“Ankiii… What are you doing here and that too alone???”
“Nothing Navneet… Just like that… Why are you not on the dance floor??”
“I asked you first… so I expect an answer first… Missing Rohan yet again??????”
“Rohan?? Who Rohan??”
“Ankita, you cannot even pretend properly… you better not do it again”

Navneet had known me right… I was horrible at pretending that I did not miss Rohan!!!

“Navneet, please don’t spoil your mood because of me… Enjoy the partyyyy… Such an awesome party it is”…

“Yes true.. it is awesome… but still you’re not here… You’re somewhere else. Don’t you like parties??”

“Frankly, parties make me feel sick…” I said in a disappointed tone.

“You are looking so pretty Ankita. Why are you wasting these moments? You’ll never get these times back…People are clicking pictures, dancing, enjoying themselves and you’re sitting here facing your past. Turn around and try to appreciate your present…”

I looked down at my outfit. It was really pretty. Navneet was right.
I wanted to enjoy too. I wanted to get clicked with my friends.
I deserved to be happy. I ought to move on.
But my past kept pulling me back… It kept me hanging to that thin thread of hope and I missed being ME ‘cause I wished to be Ashima…!

I hadn’t promised Rohan too many things but I never eluded my responsibility towards him.
It wasn’t my fault ‘cause I gave the best to my relationship with him.
I gave a lot in the name of LOVE but I gave it to the wrong one… ‘cause that love wasn’t meant for me…
And perhaps LOVE in itself wasn’t for me and I had begun to despise this thing called LOVE!!!!....

To be Continued...

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| Sunday, March 17, 2013


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Navneet, Pallavi and Rishad were my partners in crime at Symbiosis Institute of Business Management…
They were my best friends in the two years of that torture called M.B.A.

I was basically from Ahmedabad and I had completed my Bachelors of Science from St. Xaviers college.

Pallavi was my school friend and I knew her since I was 8 years old…
Pallavi had introduced me to Navneet and Rishad on 2nd July 2010.

22nd July 2010…

We were sitting in the canteen and God knows why I suggested – “Let’s play “truth and dare” …”

Navneet immediately pulled out a pen from his pocket.

He turned it round and as usual my bad luck never left me at peace…

The pen was pointing at me and Navneet…
I had to answer and Navneet had to ask…!!!!

“Truth/Dare Ankitaaaaa???”

“Truth Truth Truth… Anydayyyy…”

“Ummmmm… Okay so Anki… Have you ever loved anyone”????

“I hate this thing called love, Navneet… It sucks.It doesn’t exist and even if it does it only makes you cry.So basically “no” I have never fallen in love…”

“So true Ankita…Love is a nightmare,I swear…”

“Ohhh so we have many similarities… We both hate love…Same pinch”

I pinched him a bit too hard…!! ^_^

“Gosh.. Ankita… Konse janam ka badla utaara tune ye????”

“I’m sorry Navneet…”

“It’s okay Ankita… Okay so next turn now…”
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Pallavi knew about my past… She knew what I was going through.
I had just broken up with Rohan in June 2010…

That night I received a text from Navneet…

“Hey … Wach yu doin??”

“Nm… You say… Not sleepy??”

“Not at all… Can I ask you something?????”

That line invariably manages to scare everyone… and I was no different!!

I panicked at that text and simply typed “Oh of course… go ahead”

“Why did you lie???”

I was surprised. I could not understand when I lied…

“About what Navneet??? Why would I lie????” I replied back

“You’ve loved before, right???”

I did not know what to reply… Pallavi had already dozed off; otherwise I would have asked her for a diplomatic answer…

Navneet and I had never interacted through text messages before. The only communication we had was in the canteen during the lunch break.

I hardly knew Navneet… but somehow my gut feeling was provoking me to tell him the truth…

“Actually Navneet.. Sorry I lied, but it is a long story… To cut it short, I loved a guy and got cheated on by him…That’s why I hate this thing called love…Sorry again…”

“It is okay Ankita… I can understand…”

“By the way, why do you hate love??? Any specific reason???”

“I also loved someone but she did not love me back… That’s it…”

“Ohhh… sad”

“Anyways go to sleep… We can talk tomorrow… Cya at college… PMCC”

“What’s PMCC??????”

“Phir Milenge Chalte Chalte…. :)”

“Ohhh PMCC…”

That was the first text message conversation I had with him…

I still missed Rohan whenever anyone asked me about love.
I said I hated love, but deep down that was the only thing I wanted… but the problem was I wanted it from someone who had already found it in someone else…!!

My facebook page...

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| Wednesday, February 20, 2013
Hey people...

I need help!! :)

I have a page on facebook "Where Thoughts Are Words"...

https://www.facebook.com/Wherethoughtsarewords

"WTAW" is my world, my life...
I wish to reach out to all those hearts in love, broken by the thing called love and healed by the thing called love...

I need 37 more likes to make 500...

Please share the page on your wall..

Kindly like the page...!!
Just follow the link!! :) :) :)


Thanks a lotttttttttttttttttttttttt...

:) :) :)

Love : Disha...

I miss LIFE!!

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| Tuesday, February 19, 2013
I missed this space...
It was like I was missing out on a part of me...

Yes, things have changed a lot...
I've changed a lot...
I don't know why but I no longer find solace here.
I don't want to sound defeated or disappointed.
I don't mean to sound betrayed by this thing called life...

But there are times when you just break down.
You can no longer pretend everything's perfect...
You cannot stay strong and convince yourself that nothing's wrong when everything's WRONG, everything's far from perfect and everything sucks!!

There was a time when venting out my feelings on www.wherethoughtsarewords.com was my favorite retreat.
No matter how tough things got, I always blurted it out here and felt good...

But right now, inspite of having written more than 10 lines, I am not feeling good.
No matter how long this post gets, I won't feel whole.
I feel broken.
I get a feeling that my heart has sunk deep within.
It has lost the "lub-dub" rhythmic beats it once had...

The truth is I miss HIM.
I miss him a lotttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt...
Yes, I know WORDS won't bring him back.
TEARS also won't bring us back together perhaps!
I miss his smile.
I miss "OUR" smile.
I miss "OUR" moments.
I miss the times when I could not say "I love you" on the phone 'cause I had people around me but his "Iloveyou" was always there.
He never failed to say that.
I miss the times we teased each other.
I miss the names he called me.
I miss calling him with those cute nicknames.
I miss our really loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong phone calls.
People would wonder how can someone talk for 3-4 hours but "WE" could...
We used to laugh our hearts out on those phone calls.
We used to share a meaningful silence on the phone...whisper "I love you"s... and "I am dying to meet you"...
It was "THE BEST" time of my life...THE BESTESTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT...
Even today, He is the first one I want to share everything with.
I love you, sweetheart...
I love you very much!!!!
I don't know if I will ever feel the love I felt with him AGAIN with anyone else...
To be honest, I DON'T EVEN WANT TO...

I would prefer to be alone rather than be with someone who won't be HIM...

He was the beat to my heart.
He still is.
He is my pulse.
He is my breath.
He is my life and the sad truth is I used to be his...

I cannot call him mine , may be yes... but he can still call me his...!! :) :)
I can trade anything for a moment with him.
Just a glimpse of him, Just hearing his voice for a moment,a last "I love you jaannnn" and "I miss you" could bring my breaths back to life...
It would make my heart beat and it would make me feel alive yet again...


Happy Birthdayyyyyyyyyyy....

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| Wednesday, November 21, 2012
21/11/2011...

THIS day.. LAST year...

The most important day of my life...
It was like a dream come true when finally "http://wherethoughtsarewords.blogspot.com" changed to "http://www.wherethoughtsarewords.com"

I shall value this present all my life and no words of thanks can be enough to express my gratitude...
I shall always remember the surprise gift that another friend of mine had sent all the way from Australia...


Thank you sooooooooooo much!!!!



Today my website turns 1...


Wishing "Where Thoughts Are Word$" a very happy birthdayyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!

:) :) :)

Coincidentally, it is my birthday too today..
It is the 8767th day of my life...!! ^_^

:)

Wishing me a very happy birthdayyyyyyyyyy...
Somewhere something is missing this year....!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


P.S. I just hope I can be good enough for someone to say "Disha, I am glad you were born"....
:) :) :) :)

21/11/2012

I will talk about it on 21/11/2013 :) :) :)

Jab Tak Hai Jaan...!!!

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| Thursday, November 15, 2012

Jab tak hai jaan... :-

The last movie by Yash chopra
The very last movie in which the kings of romance Shahrukh Khan and Yash Chopra got together
The very last time when people will get to see "Directed by Yash Chopra"...

and the last movie which I truly looked forward to...

I doubt if I'll ever look forward to any other movie the way I used to look forward to Yash Chopra's movies...

Alright.I might seem to be overacting to certain people but I am not exaggerating in any way.

I loved the movie so very much...
I wish I had watched it with "HIM"....!!!! ^_^

Shahrukh Khan,Katrina Kaif,Anushka Sharma... I found everyone the best...

I don't like SRK in a beard so that was the only thing I did not like in the movie.

The song "Saans" is the best part of the movie.

The most awesome surprise for me was "Rishi Kapoor" and "Neetu Kapoor"...

I love that pair sooooooo much...

There are certain loopholes in the movie and I am obviously not going to talk about it.

I love Yash Chopra's imperfect films too.
I am a BIASED Yash Chopra-SRK fan,if you must say!!!!!

I am not going to rate Jab tak hai jaan 'cause it is the last movie by an awesome filmmaker.
It deserves a lot more than any rating or critic reviews...

I am only going to say- "If you like candy floss love, if you believe in "FOREVER" love, if you value feelings, this movie is a must watch for you..."

Rest of you, sit back at home or watch Son of Sardar.
Jab Tak Hai Jaan is not your kind of a movie! :)





 

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