Charging Bull

Source: Wikimedia Commons

Jimmy Joe, my friend, 

walked through the Wall Street,

thinking of the years he had spent minting

money, that he never needed. He let out a 

sigh, slid on ice and crumpled down on the 

ground like an old sack. Out from his 

pocket, came a weed. He smoked a 

pot, blew into his mouth-organ a sad song

that carried his past, that carried his present,

and his future. His life had shown him the middle finger,

for he had given it a fuck. He now wandered

aimlessly, thinking history will repeat itself

and he will be charging, sitting on the bull

that had been fed on money and not on

the love that was now, not his. He

had loved his wife, she was no Marilyn Monroe,

she had left him for another, 

when his shares came crashing down.

He was down in the dumps, but, even dumps 

wouldn't take him, for, he had rejected them once.

He thought money could buy him happiness,

and it did, for sometime. But, he lost his happiness

and he lost his money, because, he forgot to be a human,

he forgot to be humane!

*As a part of NaPoWriMo. #21

*The prompt by NaPoWriMo today was: "to write a “New York School” poem using the recipe found here. The New York School is the name by which a group of poets that all lived in New York in the 1950s and 1960s. The most well-known members are Frank O’Hara, John Ashbery, and Kenneth Koch. Their poems are actually very different from one another, but many “New York School” poems display a sort of conversational tone, references to friends and to places in and around New York, humor, inclusion of pop culture, and a sense of the importance of art (visual, poetic, and otherwise). Here’s a fairly representative example.
In following the recipe, you can include as many (or as few) of the listed elements as you wish." 

*Also, do visit my friends who are participating in the challenge. You won't be disappointed.

http://andiwrite.com/ – Hrishikesh

http://janakinagaraj.com/ - Janaki

http://jaibalarao.com/ – Jaibala

http://advkaranshah.blogspot.in/ – Karan

http://whilethecoffeebrews.blogspot.in/ - Naina

http://eccentriccontemplations.wordpress.com/ – Nithya

http://viewsofpreethib.wordpress.com/ - Preeti

http://www.rinzurajan.blogspot.in/ – Rinzu

http://ponderingtwo.blogspot.in/ – Rohan

http://juztamom.blogspot.in/ – Sfurti

http://artofleo.wordpress.com/blog/ – Vinay

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Milk and me…

Crazy title? Not really, there are so many underlying emotions associated with "milk". Sic sic.

Err..I will stop being a shitty piece of melodramatic fur ball that I am and tell you why I hate milk ! Wait a minute, from the title, did you by any chance think that I love milk? No, not even in my dreams can I love milk.  And when I say milk, I refer to the white, frothy, plain, liquid source of the so called "very important calcium". 

It all started 27 years ago, (I will be 27 this August, wish me "Happy B'day", ok? *Rolls her eyes and thinks how much more lame can she get*) , when I was a baby. I don't remember if I hated milk then but my mommy tells me that I was a terror to be breastfed. I realise it is such a pain for the small babies to drink the same plain milk for months together. I would have preferred atleast flavored milk, or say, a pizza to munch along with it, but, I don't know why, mommy doesn't agree. Mommies, I say, are very stubborn.

The hatred grew stronger with age. My mom would run behind me with a glass of milk every single day. She tried to feed me plain milk, Complan, Horlicks, Bournvita, Boost, etc but I wouldn't budge. I cried, wailed, woke up the neighbours but I refused to drink milk. One day she asked me as to why I hated milk so much. I told her, "I can smell the cow/buffalo in the milk and it stinks so horribly that my nose wants to go hide somewhere at the sight of milk". Wait a minute, does nose see? Forget it, let me continue. So, according to her, the problem was the smell. Wrong. The problem was bigger. It was the smell, the taste and the texture. 

My mom couldn't cope up with the tantrum I threw on seeing milk. So, she decided to leave me and the milk alone so that we could bond over time. She was wrong. I was elated when she left me alone with the milk. I found so many new ways to dispose off the milk that my mom didn't know what method I would use next. When mom wasn't around, I would pour the milk in the sink, sometimes, in the bathroom. But she found out. I wasn't the one to give up. I found a new way to dispose it off. I would go feed the milk to our "Sapota/ Chikoo" tree. Believe me, I am responsible for the ever sweet, most tasty fruits we get every year from that tree. I fed it the nutrition it wanted, depriving myself of it. I am so proud of my sacrifice.

Mom stopped telling me to drink milk as I grew older. She started giving me curd, buttermilk, ice creams, milkshakes, flavoured milk as substitutes which I enjoyed. I hated only plain milk you see.  Only if she had thought of all this before, she would have freed herself from so much hassle. 

Present day situation is no different. They say "In life, opposites attract". It is true. My husband loves milk. I can't appreciate the fact for reasons you already know. But, he hates fruit. So, now we have found a way where both of us drink milk and eat fruit without cribbing - thanks to milkshake. I drink milkshake thinking it has fruits and my husband drinks milkshake thinking it has milk. It is all about perception you see.

P.S. : I have no idea why there is no connection between the various paragraphs of this post. *Realises that it is the same with all her posts and smirks.*

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Valentine…ahem!ahem!

Long, long, long ago…not so long ago, I never had a valentine. Today, I have one - my brand new husband! 

I was thinking of all the years gone by when I was single and lonesome on Valentine's Day ( I make myself sound like a secluded soul, don't I? Ah…old habits die hard. A shitty piece of melodramatic fur ball I am I say and God, am I not proud of the fact :p). Those were the days when looking at those "completely in love" couples was an eyesore. To top it, the hype surrounding the day used to be a reminder to us singles that another year was going to pass with only ourselves for company. 

Why all this now? Well…I was thinking of "love" and the hype surrounding the whole existence of "love". I also have been a sheep in the herd when it came to "love"…maybe my definition of love was also superficial sometime ago or maybe it was not. I think the meaning of love changes at every stage in life, it evolves, it changes. I don't know if love is constant but I know change is constant. 

But, yes, this year I had my valentine with me and am completely in love with him. Currently he is my definition of love and it now feels love is also constant. 

I have no idea how I wanted to structure this post. So, I leave this post abruptly for I don't know what I initially intended to convey. Strange…sometimes a lot gets unsaid and you still feel a lot lighter in the head than from the time you started. 

Before I end a post which I have no idea why I started, just a random thought, I think love is more of "a feeling of security". I will let you and me ponder over it for a while…. 

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Restless…

After a long hiatus, I am back. I feel very rusty now. My fingers tremble a little when I sit to write this post.

Past few months have been kind of a roller coaster ride – ups and downs, hair raising situations, scream your lungs out kind of situations, and then, ultimately the feeling of 'What happened just now?’

I am a firm believer of “Be yourself” in any and every situation. Life certainly is not a cakewalk all the time. Each one of us react in different ways  to various situations, each one right in their own way! I think most of the times, we blame the other person because we have no one to blame and blaming ourselves seems so not right. Sometimes, we blame the situation. Sometimes, we blame ourselves. But, there is no point in blaming anyone, be it the other person, be it the situation or be it yourself. I think I have blamed myself for the past few days. Coming to think of it now, I wonder why. I would have, anyway, done what I did or react the way I did. I have no regrets, no qualms. I sound too philosophical, don’t I? Darn! I told you I am a bit rusty!

My philosophy of life is very simple – “Be yourself. Do what you feel is right. Never hide your feelings, emotions, fears – make them heard. Fear what you have to. Get angry when you want to. Ask questions, expect answers and then accept them with an open mind. Don’t fear the consequences when you think what you are doing is right, or be scared, but always be ready to face the consequences. Break down when you want to. Be strong when you have to, if not for yourself, atleast for others who are near and dear to you; you will eventually learn to be strong for yourself. Don’t repent anything when you think what you did was what you would have done anyways. Never lose hope. Be yourself and be awesome. Never lie to yourself . Just be “you” for you are awesome!"

Uff! I get so philosophical sometimes. Funny. I can see parts of my life before my eyes. Nostalgia creeping in. Memories making their presence felt. I treasure them, however good or bad, because, they have been a part of me. No qualms, no regrets…just a few awesome memories. I, often wonder why a few things, a few people, a few instances don’t last forever in our lives. I think everything happens for a reason. I think every person enters and leaves one’s life for a reason – a reason unknown. Treasure them, miss them, but be happy that they did come and make you happy for that short period of time in your life.

Oops..too much philosophy again. Funny. By the way, I plan to write a book and name it “It’s funny!” My friend, the other day, observed that I find a lot of things funny (including the “pants on fire” kind of situations). Funny.

As I end this post, a few lines resonate in my mind. Lines from November Rain(Guns N Roses) and Lost(Coldplay):

'Cause nothin' lasts forever
And we both know hearts can change
And it's hard to hold a candle
In the cold November rain
(November Rain)

                                                

You might be a big fish
In a little pond
Doesn't mean you've won
'Cause along may come
A bigger one
And you'll be lost

(Lost)

We will meet again…Till then, goodbye and happy life!!

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Back again...

I deleted all my previous 2012 posts and I cannot retrieve them...one of the many reasons why I feel like kicking myself currently. So, I have no posts for 2012 barring this one.

I will be back again in sometime, maybe sooner than expected. Hoping to get the zing back. I feel very rusty now. Where was I all these days is something I myself don't seem to know. Maybe, it is called the "bubble-effect".

See you soon guys and girls.

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Guest Blogger…

Another misleading title guys and girls. There is no guest blogger here. I, myself feel like a guest blogger on my blog sometimes, no no, make it all the time! I have not written anything from past one month and I have a lot of things to blame but since it is me who should have found time for my so called passion “blogging”, I blame myself.

So would my New Year resolution be to post more frequently? Uhh..not really. Since I don’t believe in New Year resolutions, I have none. So, it is the end of the year and  a lot more things left to do on my blog. Yeah, I plan to do the things I didn’t do in the past one year on my blog today..the last day of 2011. Well…now that is Pooja for you. Superwoman Pooja! Cut out the craziness Pooja. Sorry, let me take a break, Awesome Bangalore weather is making me crazy, not that I was not any less crazy before, but, you see, you need to blame something or someone for something you think is not somehow right. Now that makes too many “some” in that one line..awesome!

Firstly, let me appreciate a few of my favourite bloggers whose blogs I read (I might not read all their posts, but I do follow the posts I like). They are the reason most of the times I don’t write, instead I end up reading their blogs:

• Sunita aka Sukupedia: I love the way she writes. One mind boggling, tongue wagging blogger. I think she can write anything and everything and I never cease to like her posts. Thanks Suku for being “Just Suku” .
• Chintan aka The Blunt Blog: Now, does she need an introduction in the world of blogging? I think every kid in the blogging world would know her. Blunt, straight and ‘cut the crap’ kind of  blogger. I don’t  think I will ever get tired of reading her posts. You rock “Miss Roark”!
• Shrijeet aka ASS On Fire Takes You Higher: A blogger with such a unique blog name should have some mettle. He dishes out a lot of horse manure, well, no I am not saying it, it is his own words. A blogger I can connect with. His posts are just him and more him and that is why it is difficult not to click on every post of his. I think  I can dish out more than 5 posts myself with all the comments I have received from him, quite entertaining comments. Shrijeet–A Complete Entertainer.
• Saru aka Words: Another blogger who needs no introduction. If I could write 1/10^th of how she writes her poems, I would have considered myself blessed. Saru, may you always have the same flow of words you have now all your life.
• Rahul aka Monumental Crankiness: He can play very well with his words. I don’t know how can someone have so many words in their vocabulary. Funny, entertaining and cranky. May you always retain that certain bit of crankiness that make your posts so adorable.
• Leo aka Art à l'écriture: An awesome poet, an awesome story teller and a noble soul. I really think his stories should be published and he ought to start writing books, novels and the kind. Leo, it is such a pleasure to have come across a blogger like you and you truly deserve the best in life.
• Jude Lopez aka Clocks and Crystal Balls: I think he is one of the most under-rated bloggers. He is a story teller beyond imagination. His style of writing is like the old time classic English literature writers. Jude, I hope your novel gets published soon and your dreams get fulfilled.
• Purba aka A-Musing: Her blog posts are such mood lifters. If you are looking for sarcasm blended with humour, then Purba is your answer. Funny, entertaining and totally ROFL kind of posts. Purba, I bow to you!

PS: The above list is incomplete, I will add on to it in the years to come by.

Ok, so next thing I need to do before the year ends is list my favourite posts written by none other than Ms. Pooja, yeah its me! Let me see which of the posts I actually like from my blog. Please bear with me.

             

·      The Word Is Ma…

·      Daddy Dearest…

·      Random…

·      The madness called success and the sadness called failure…

·      ............

·      Forever yours…

·      I wish I could be a dog in my next life…

·      And my all time favourite, I love “love stories”…

·      I hate to accept, but BowTie series too features in the list.

Now that am done with everything I had to do, except  change the template once more for the new year, I will take your leave incase you have managed to stay till this line.

May your 2012 be filled with happiness, success and a lot of celebrations. Happy New Year ! Hope to see you more often in the coming year.

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Flip-A-Page

My first ever story for the blog. After writing it, I don't seem to like it much. I feel it is bit of a drag. Anways, spent so much of time writing it, so will be posting it nonetheless.

Disclaimer: Not related to anything or anyone. It is purely a work of fiction. If there are any similarities with anything, then my apologies. It is purely unintentional.

Flip-A-Page

Ziva found herself flipping through the pages of Jane Austen’s ‘Pride and Prejudice’. She had made it a part of her everyday routine- the first five minutes of her visit to Flip-A-Page, a bookstore cum reading centre, was spent flipping through the pages of this evergreen classic.

Uncle Anwar, as he was fondly called by the readers who visited his store, had been noticing Ziva everyday and her ‘five minute routine’ seemed to amaze him. Here was a girl who was in her early 20s’ and the first thing she would do after visiting the store was to pick up ‘Pride and Prejudice’ and sit at the corner table and flip through the pages. He wondered what this was all about. How could someone read the same book everyday, that to only for five minutes? Strange.

After about a month of noticing Ziva everyday, he decided to shun his curiosity and ask her the reason for this strange routine. 

Ziva was sitting at her place with her favourite book in hand when Uncle Anwar approached her.

“Hello young lady”, said Uncle Anwar in a tone that was reminiscent of the teacher in him.

 “Oh! Hello Uncle Anwar”, said Ziva, slightly taken aback by his sudden presence.

“Can I sit here if you don’t mind?”

“Sure Uncle Anwar”, saying which she moved the chair towards him.

Uncle Anwar aka Mr.Raza Anwar was in his early 60’s, a happy-go-lucky kind of a man. He retired as the principal of a well-known school in the city of Bangalore. Being a teacher all his life, his love for books was only natural. So, after his retirement, this T-shirt-jeans clad man opened Flip-A-Page to fulfill his dream of being surrounded by the two most important things in his life-books and youngsters.

He wanted Flip-A-Page to be a class apart and so he made it a bookstore cum reading centre where people could buy books as well as read them in the store for as much time as they liked. The store was a huge one, spread across an area of 7000sq.ft. Painted in red and white, it bore a look of a vintage building with stories waiting to be told. It was well equipped with all kinds of books and was a reader’s paradise. Uncle Anwar had put in a lot of money and time to make it what it was today- a one-stop destination for books.

“What is your name?” asked Uncle Anwar.

“Ziva” came back the reply.

“Whoa!! That is a nice name and quite an unusual one. So, how do you like my store?”

“Thanks uncle. And your store is just awesome. The books, the atmosphere, the vibrancy, it is all so cool.”

“So what do you do Ziva? Are you in college or are you working somewhere?”

“I am in my final year. I am pursuing my Masters in English literature.”

“Did you say English literature? Now that is interesting. In times when people only take up either science or commerce, it is nice to see someone pursue their post-graduation in Arts. Very good. Ah, now I think I know the reason behind your ‘five minute routine’ and I kept wondering what might be the reason behind it.”

Ziva seemed surprised. “Sorry Uncle Anwar. I didn’t quite get your point. Five minute routine? What is that you are talking about?”

Uncle Anwar gave a hearty laugh. “Yes my child, your ‘five minute routine’. This is what I have named your everyday routine of flipping through the pages of ‘Pride and Prejudice’. I have seen you do that everyday and it amused me. Now that you have told me that you are an English literature student, I seem to understand the reason behind it. So, how is your project coming along?”

Ziva gave Uncle Anwar a tongue in cheek smile. “Project? What project uncle? I am not working on any project.”

Uncle Anwar’s face bore a confused look. “You mean you are not working on any project?”

“No uncle, not any I know of.”

“The more I talk to you, the more you seem to amuse me. You are not doing any project and yet everyday you spend time flipping through the same book? May I know why? I am just curious. You can choose not to tell me. But I am amazed.”

It was now Ziva’s turn to laugh. She knew how it was to be on the other side of the table.

“Ofcourse uncle, I will tell you the reason behind it. It is not something that is worth hiding.” Thus began the revelation.

“I read ‘Pride and Prejudice’ for the first time when I was a 16yr old. And from that day till today, my love for the book just keeps growing. I started believing in the characters and for me, Elizabeth and Darcy existed somewhere for real. Love stories became a way of life.”

Uncle Anwar interrupted her. “But what about the ‘five minute routine’? It can’t be just your love for the book.”

“Yes uncle. You are right. The reason behind what you call the ‘five minute routine’ is that I find solutions to my everyday unanswered questions in the book. Questions about my life, my relationships, my search for that perfect Darcy kind of a guy. I know it sounds crazy but I believe destiny plays a great role in finding one’s love and I am trying to find answers as to what my destiny has in store for me. Everyone who believes in Hinduism believes that they can find the answers to their life’s problems in a book called Ramcharitramanas. ‘Pride and Prejudice’ is my personal Ramcharitramanas. And you won’t believe me but the fact is that this book has helped me unlock so many of my life’s mysteries. I know you must be feeling how someone can be so impractical in life, trying to find answers in a fictional book. This book is a peek into what my destiny has in offer for me and till now it has held me in a good stead.”

Uncle Anwar could not stop smiling. “Hmmm!! I don’t believe what I just heard. I don’t believe is that it is happening all over again.”

“What is happening again Uncle Anwar? I know it is hard for you to believe whatever I have just said but it is just how it is with me.”

Uncle Anwar said in a serious tone. “You are right. I wouldn’t believe a word of whatever you have said if it was a year ago. But now, I believe every word of it. I have no option but to believe in it after being a witness to Aarav and Tvisha’s story.”

Ziva’s ears twitched like a dog’s and she sat upright in her chair. “Aarav and Tvisha?”

“Yes. Aarav and Tvisha’s love story. The crazy two and their crazy yet unique love story.”

“Oh!! Uncle do tell me the story. Please please please.”

“It is a long story. It is already 7 in the evening. Aren’t you supposed to go home?”

“It is Saturday today. I have nothing to do going back home before 9 and I stay in the building that is at the end of this road. So it is not a problem for me. If it is ok with you uncle, please tell me their story. If not today, maybe some other day, but please do.” pleaded Ziva.

Uncle Anwar thought for a while. “Ok my dear curious cat, I will tell you the story. I know you will not sleep peacefully tonight if I don’t tell you the story now. So here you go. This happened a year ago.”

Uncle Anwar’s tone had now changed to that of a story teller’s.

“Aarav was a 26yr old, smart and pretty good looking boy. He personified the quoted quote ‘Talking to some people is like tight-rope walking, you either fall for them or fall out with them.’ He had completed his MBA and worked as a HR head in a leading software company. On the other hand, Tvisha was a 24yr old simple girl. She was not one would call beautiful but nonetheless she was cute to look at and had a very vibrant personality, always smiling. She had completed her Masters in advertising and was working as a creative associate for an advertising firm. The two of them were a world apart and the only common string between the two was that they both were abibliophobes. They were such voracious readers that even with their busy schedules; I always found them here at 8PM.”

“So that is how they fell in love? Here at the bookstore? Was it love at first sight? Who proposed first?”

“Uh oh!! Wait Ziva. Take a breath.”

“Oh am so sorry uncle. I just get carried away sometimes. You please continue.”

Uncle Anwar smiled. “They had been visiting this place from the time they were in college and I had never seen them speak to each other anytime in those many years. An occasional smile, maybe yes, but nothing more. Therefore, that cold and breezy night in mid-December, when I saw them deep in conversation, I was surprised. Not much of a surprise though because from past few weeks before that particular day, I had seen them come together to the store and engage in a long conversation over books. I thought it was just two people who had found a common topic to discuss-books. Only later did I come to know the real reason.”

Both of them were of marriageable age and their parents were looking for alliances. It so happened that their families got to know each other and they decided to consider the other’s proposals. The horoscopes were matched and it proved to be a good match. Tvisha’s photo was shown to Aarav and he instantly recognized her though he kept the fact away from his parents. He gave a go-ahead and decided to meet Tvisha and her family.

Tvisha was unaware of the fact that Aarav was the guy who was coming to see her. She hadn’t seen his photo since it was not asked for and so none was provided. The day came and she was all decked up and she felt the same way a goat feels before it comes under the butcher’s knife. She thought it was strange that she was feeling this way instead of feeling excited since she was waiting for this moment from a long time.

Aarav and his family came at the ‘allotted’ time and the conversations began between the elders. The girl was called for and the moment Tvisha saw Aarav, only one thing came into her mind-No, not him. No ways!! The usual things that happen when a guy comes to see a girl happened and after an hour when Aarav and his family had left, Tvisha’s parents asked her about her opinion. Her parents were very happy with the guy and his family. Tvisha hesitated and then said, “I don’t think I can marry him. He is everything I always wanted in a life partner but he is not the one. He seems to be a completely different person than I am. I have been seeing him from many years at Flip-A-Page and I don’t think we are compatible.”

“Compatible?” screamed Tvisha’s mother. “How do you decide if you are compatible or not by just seeing a person everyday for an hour? He is everything you ever wanted and to know if you guys are compatible, you need to converse with him at a personal level. You can’t have pre-conceived notions about every person and judge a person that way. You must to learn to give every person a fair chance before saying no. And I hope you will do just that because he will prove to be a good husband and you better come to a decision only after you have met him a couple of times and not now without giving it much of a thought.”

Silence is golden and Tvisha was now getting to know why. But, Tvisha knew what her mother had said made perfect sense.

On the other hand, Aarav had liked Tvisha but wanted to come to a decision only after meeting her a couple of times.

So, they met in the bookstore everyday after that day and Tvisha seemed to like him but she still couldn’t get rid of the voice in her head that kept telling her that she still needed a confirmation, a go-ahead sign. Whereas for Aarav, he was sure he had fallen in love with her. But, he didn’t want to confess till she had said a ‘yes’ to the marriage proposal because he knew a ‘no‘from her would hurt him badly.

On that cold, breezy night in December, Aarav decided to pop up the question. They were sitting at their usual table with a book in their hands when Aarav suddenly broke his silence. “So Tvisha, what is the plan?”

Tvisha knew what he was hinting at and yet she tried being ignorant about it. “Plan? Nothing great. I will go home, have dinner, watch television and then go to bed.”

“That is not what I am asking. It has been two months now that we first came to see you. So, what is your decision? I would like to spend my entire life with you. But, that is not important. I want to know your decision. Both our families want to know our decisions by this weekend so that they can fix up a date for our engagement if it is a yes from both our sides. I have told you my opinion. Now it is your turn.”

Tvisha was confused. Her parents had been asking her for a decision and she was putting it off giving lame excuses. She knew it wouldn’t work with Aarav. He could read through her. She decided to tell him the truth. “Aarav, am confused. I like you very much as a person. But, I am not able to decide if you are the one for me. Sometimes I feel you are the one and at other times, I feel I need a go-ahead signal from God. I need the destiny to decide for us. I know it is sounds so impractical and foolish to leave it all to destiny but I always wanted it that way. I always felt something will help me decide but nothing of that sort has happened till now and I want to wait.”

Aarav knew she was just being herself and that is what he loved the most about her. But, he had to come to a decision soon. “Ok Tvisha. You believe that if we are destined to be together, we’ll be together no matter what happens, right?”

“Right.”

“Ok, so be it. Let the destiny decide. But, let the destiny decide at this very moment as to where we are headed.”

Tvisha sounded nervous. “Am sorry. I didn’t quite get you.”

“I am just saying let us push destiny to decide our fates today,right here,right now.”

“How do you do that?” questioned Tvisha.

“Simple. Both of us adore books. So these will help you come to a decision. Pick up your favourite ‘Pride and Prejudice’. Close your eyes and I will close mine. We will place the book on the table and turn it upside down several times, and the moment I say stop, you stop and open the cover sheet. If it is the start of the book, you know it is a positive sign that we should go ahead and get married. If it is the end of the book, then it is the end of our story. But let me clarify, I don’t believe in all this and my decision to marry you will remain no matter what the book says. Fair enough?”

“Fair???” screamed Tvisha. “You think this is ‘Dil to pagal hain’ or ‘Kismat Konnection’ or something??Dude, this is real life.

“Tvisha!!Don’t contradict your own statements. You are the one who is confused. Now that am giving you an idea of how destiny can divide for you, you seem to back-off. I don’t like being in a confused state. So come to a decision!! If you feel destiny can lead you onto a right path, then why hesitate?”

“Alright. I’ll do it. Makes sense.”

Tvisha’s hands were sweating whereas Aarav seemed to be unusually calm. Tvisha wondered why.

The book was brought down onto the table. Both of them closed their eyes and turned the book upside down several times and then Aarav said “Stop”. Tvisha stopped and opened the book. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw the page she had opened. It was the end page of the book. She saw Aarav and he seemed to have no expressions on his face. He just left the place without saying a word.

Tvisha just sank into her chair. A thousand thoughts crossed her mind. She knew something wasn’t right. She ran out of the bookstore and found Aarav standing on the deserted road, almost deserted with only an old couple strolling down the pavement.

She ran to Aarav and hugged him tight. “I don’t care what the destiny has decided Aarav. I don’t mind going against it for you. I love you. I love you very much.”

Aarav held her tight and said “I love you too Tvisha. I have loved you from the time I first came to see you and I will always love you. Am sorry I had to do this. I had to make you realize somehow that you too loved me from a very long time. I had no option but to pull the last straw. But, there is something I have to tell you- destiny did decide right. You opened the last page and it meant the end but it also meant, most importantly, a start of a new story- the story of our lives together.”

Tvisha knew he was right and tears rolled down her cheeks.

“And the rest is history”, said Uncle Anwar sounding very happy. “They are now happily married and are settled in Delhi. They do make it a point to visit us everytime they are in town. Quite obvious since their love story saw the daylight here in the bookstore. A very nice couple indeed”, saying which he turned to Ziva but she was busy doing what she always did- flip through the pages of 'Pride and Prejudice'.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            

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Colours...

I love my new blogger template…white and blue in combination is my favourite. While choosing this template, the first thing that went into my mind was, “Oh this is great. This is what I was looking for- A template that depicts the various intricacies of life” and this template does that perfectly for me through various colours.

Colours are so important in our lives. I mean, just look at everything around and the first thing that strikes is the colour of the object. Our mind perceives it so quickly. Great.  But the best part of colours is the fact that they bring along with them the message of each emotion and each event. We always tend to associate an emotion with each colour. Red-love,anger; White-purity,peace; Orange-cheerful,happy; Yellow-fresh; Black-elegance,mourning and so on and so forth. This is what intrigues me…have no idea of how it all started and how deep-rooted it is that it carries on with each generation, each person associating the same emotions with each colour. Well, like everything, there might be a few exceptions,but, on a larger scale, this works. No one teaches us about this in school like many other things which we agree on. Colour is indeed an universal language of emotions. So couldn’t find a better template. Cheers to the person who created this template.

PS: My mum feels this template is very childish. Well, to an extent, it is true. But, have you ever seen the spark in the eyes of a child when you give him/her a piece of paper and a few colour pencils? That speaks volumes about what joy it brings to the child. Same is the case with me. After all, we still have a bit of a child left in all of us.

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