An evening in Vrindavan

Another Silhouette

Blogging - an idea discovered and evolving

I never had any idea about what blogs are till the day my friend told me about it and encouraged me to start a blog and write something to spend my spare time. Then I had a thought about it and I was so confident “yeah dude I can also write.”

Then the other day at 2.30 am I was tired of turning on my bed because of my insomniac habit, I decided to start my laptop and open a blog, but then I realized I have no idea what I will write on it so it was difficult to choose a name for it which will match its content. I thought about it till I was not bored of thinking while I searched some blogs with dear Google, who knows everything and I found some very good blogs which had awesome contents and I thought “am I again going to do something just to make myself feel like a fool in the end?”

My lazy brain’s lazy horses were running for almost 30 minutes and gave me this idea to name it “The Virtual Life” after all its virtual thing I will be writing about my real life on this virtual world and I thought “hmm.. not a bad idea.” And finally I created it with this name but after sometime the lazy horses again started walking with more slower speed and said “it could have been more better” and I shouted back “just shut up you idiot don’t waste your already finished energy and my precious time.”

So that’s how this blog got its name and our generous friend Google even offered me to “Let search engines find your blog?” and I said “Yeah, why not you are the one and only friend of mine.” I know no body is interested in knowing how I started blogging, why I started or how my blog got it's name? But still I am posting about it because I have nothing else to blog about so if you are feeling that you are wasting your time reading this, then I would say you are right and you can stop here and continue your important work (which you do not have I know that is why you are still reading :D).

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Then after gathering all the courage I posted few posts on it and I realized I am the only one visiting my blog and reading it. I got bored of it and thought “if I am the only one to read it then what is the need of writing and wasting my time (I am the busiest person on earth even Mr. Obama cannot beat me in this) in posting it on this stupid blog I already know everything.”

And for almost a period of two years I left this blogging thing with only 1-2 posts in 4-5 months and said “it’s not my cup of tea.” But then came my Messiah (and of many of yours too I know), the generous Indiblogger which said to me “We Blog, Therefore We Are” and gave me the honor of adding the badge of IndiWriter to my blog and I starts blushing when I read that word ‘Writer’ on my blog (though deep down in my heart I know it doesn’t make me any writer or anything, it is just for satisfying and sympathizing the poor bloggers like me). And I started posting a bit frequently than before things like poems which seldom rhymes and showcasing my poor photography skills which are clicked sometimes by God grace at the right time with right angle or shot.

But I am happy with this blogging thing now only because of the great IndiBlogger, as now I am not the only one wasting my time in writing these posts and reading it, but there are few others too who visit my blog and sometimes leave some good comments. And I thank all those generous members of IndiBlogger and some others too who visit my blog and waste their time in reading it, sincerely I am grateful to you all keep doing this and I will be thankful always (I know you don’t want me to only thankful and grateful, don’t worry I will also visit your blogs and comment too :D). 

By the way, you can also add your comments below and sometimes I take comments as comments (which literary means criticism) so it is not necessary that you add a compliment I also appreciate critics wholeheartedly. I knew you will read it till the end that is why I continued blabbing now you can post your comment below, its enough for today.

Jab We Met

After ages, when we met

it feels as if we met right after our first meeting.

I can still see the same little eyes full of dreams,

nonchalant smile that still freaks me out,

a complex mind with a billion thoughts.

Though she grew older, I got a little fat

but, it does not matter.

After one million seconds, when we holded each other's hands

it still feel like our first touch, a high voltage current.

Her moving eyes, her stupid smile and a perfect evening near a lake,

all looked so imperfectly perfect, just like a beautiful moon with tons of spots,

we talked, laughed and bored together and it was beautiful.

Though, I was not the most humorous person and neither she was the most wittiest.

After breaching million miles distance, when our heart met,

we still feel that how little we know about each other.

I enjoyed her acrobatic way of photography and she adored my stupid talk,

I admired the way she ignores my talk

and she gave me her usual bewildering look.

After getting one more year old, when we met

I enjoyed telling her my boring stories,

and she behaved as if they were the most interesting ones.

We sat under the tree and looked in to each other's eyes,

finding our future dreams - dreams of hope, love and affection.

I dreamed about how many more dark lines she will get when she grew old,

she measured my idiotic activities and declared me a certified fool.

Though I am not perfect, neither she is an imperfect

I still know that she has the most beautiful heart of all creatures (including birds and animals).

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Sunset in Delhi

Sun sets after a storm

Love

The dimpled smile
Below her little eyes
Innocent talk
And the honest heart
The care for everyone else
And for me the most.
That smile at my first sight
After waiting whole night
Then fills my heart
With delight and glee.
She fights with her pillow
And makes my heart wave billow
She says I am his teddy bear
Everything gonna be alright
And fills my eyes with glare
When whispers I love your stare.

Plume Blue

Can Love Happen Twice?

Recently, I read the most awaited novel Can Love Happen Twice? of Ravinder Singh the author of I too had a love story.. It is an easy read and you can complete it in 4-5 hours at max if your reading speed is good and if you find at least something interesting in it or you got some curiosity to know about Ravin’s (author) life.

But I believe you will not get to know much about the real truth because it seems it is half imaginative and half real. As the author himself had written in the preliminary pages that “maybe this is my story, maybe not, maybe it is only partly my story, maybe not, maybe it is an amalgamation of several stories that my readers write to me , maybe not.” There are so many maybes but I think it is only partly his story. As what happened with Ravin in the end of the book cannot be true logically because at present he is doing MBA and you will also feel after reading that it is just fictitious.  So the novel is only maybe partly his story.

Now let’s get back to the book. It is about a guy Ravin (who is might be the author himself) who got a onsite project in Belgium and after spending 2-3 weeks alone there except working finds a girl named Simar who is doing here MBA there. Then they started talking and meeting more often and next thing is very obvious they fell in love and love happened second time. The rest of the part of their story is history which happens in every love story that they started romancing, making love, sharing their time & things, having dinners, coffees and so on.

And after 10 months or so the guy has to get back to India and they got parted with physical distance as well as with distances in their hearts. Ravin wants to marry her but Simar wants to live her life with all the liberties and therefore, she keep on giving various excuses and ignoring him. Why she did not want to marry him have some other serious reasons and to know that you should read the book.

The most stupid thing that I found in the story are the reasons given by the girl for not marrying him. There is nothing much in the story except the romancing and fun they do which might makes you wish that it happen in your life too. Only good thing you will learn from this novel is that if you meet very frequently then you should try to leave far away for some time and it will help you in knowing it is true love or not because long-distance relationships needs patience

Ravinder Singh’s last and debut novel I too had a love story.. was really awesome it made a lasting impact on my mind and heart too, most of you will agree with me if you had read that one but this one is not so good. Like the last one this one also had a sad ending but it did not touch my heart much, may be because I don’t like love stories much now. I read this only because I wanted to know what happened with Ravin after Khushi’s demise.

And to the answer of the book’s title I would say yes, love can happen twice if only you let it happen but still first love is first love.

Innocence

He was half seated and half standing on the balcony in his light blue colored walker, his grandmother was standing on the gate of balcony looking at him and the kids playing with colors and water on the streets. He was looking here and there and inspecting the surroundings which he does not get a chance to see more often on his own tiny foots.

That day it was Holi - the festival of colors and happiness, everyone was enjoying and playing with gulal and other variety of dark colors with water.  So he got a chance to see and enjoy the ambience of that day and his grandmother let him enjoy on his own.

The kids in the street and the house opposite were playing and throwing cold colored water on each other and laughing with their faces masked with colors-red, blue, green, yellow, pink even silver and grey. None of them were easy to recognize.

He noticed them and started laughing and shouting in cheer with twinkle in his eyes and pink cheeks. I heard his voice and walked towards the window to see what’s going on, I reached on my room’s window and saw him happily smiling, laughing and enjoying the festival.

I stayed there on the window for a while to see him and a smile came to my face without any reason by looking at his cute face and innocent gesture. He walked from one side of the balcony to the other with help of his walker and holding the grill. He tried to touch the window on the wall which was not in his reach, because he was too small to touch it. He again started walking slowly to the other side enjoying his newly learned skill of walking through his walker smiling and touching the wall and grill.

His dad came out from the other gate to check him and asks mocking his voice into a child’s voice “what are you doing Sakshat?”

He struggle to turn back and look at his dad innocently then continued to walk to the opposite side ignoring him and walked inside from the other gate to his grandmother.

And I also went back to my novel reading and thinking about the innocence and carefree time we have while we are small everyone pampers you and look at your every move happily. But as soon as you are grown up everyone starts finding mistakes in your every step.