Bored Beyond Belief !!

Kabhi to kuch aisa hi hua tha
neend mein thi jab tumne chua tha
girte girte baahon mein bachhi main
sapne par paon pad gaya tha
sapno mein behne do
pyaasi hoon mein pyaasi rehne do na

tumne to akash bichaya
mere nange pairon mein zameen hai
kaante bhi tumhari arzoo hai
shayad aise zindagi haseen hai
arzoo mein behne do
pyaasi hoon mein pyaasi rehne do na

halke halke kohre ke dhuyein mein
shayad asmaan tak aa gayi hoon
teri sooni baahon ke sahare
dekho to kaha tak aa gayi hoon
kohre mein behne do
pyaasi hon mein pyaasi rehne do

katra katra milti hai
katra katra jeene do
zindagi hai behne do
pyaasi hoon main
pyaasi rehne do

…I stop being serious in life.
…I start being practical
…I stop being emotional
…I start living in reality
…I stop flying in my dreamland
…I start caring a damn

I think I was most happy in school. I cared a damn. I was a total tomboy. I was a guy amongst guys and gal amongst gals. I was great at what I did, and even if I wasnt, I still felt great. Shally was my bestest friend, and here I am, havent even seen her since she got married. I cared two hoots about what others thought of me. I lived my life on my terms, the way I wanted to. The only time recently I felt those feelings again was when I left my job and went for M.Ed. It was crazy and I broke free. I was glad to have found gunjan and ritika there. I am far more glad that they are still just a call away, otherwise life would have been shitty.

samjha ke dekha
behla ke dekha
dil hai ki chain isko aata nahi…

I wish I had learnt some classical dance form when I so wanted to. I wish I hadnt yelled much at guys in the class and could still be a part of the school choir. I wish I could still look forward to the weekend with as much excitement as I did back then in school. I wish grandma was around, I miss those paranthas on chilly sunday mornings while watching chandrakanta and jungle book. I wish vinnie wasnt married and could still be around everyday to bug me despite me hating her for doing so. I wish I hadnt hurt dad so much. I wish I could listen to songs all day. I wish stars didnt play much with my life…

katra katra milti hai
katra katra jeene do
zindagi hai behne do
pyaasi hoon main
pyaasi rehne do

The wish list seems endless… I feel like the kid in the carnival, who is yet to prioritize and make up her mind about what she wants the most in that carnival of life.

tumhe ho na ho mujhko to itna yakeen hai
mujhe pyar tumse nahi hai, nahi hai
magar mene yeh raaz ab tak na jaana
ki kyon pyaari lagti hai baatein tumhari
main kyon tumse milne ka dhoondun bahana
kabhi maine chaha tumhe choo ke dekhun
kabhi maine chaha tumhe paas lana
magar phir bhi is baat ka to yakeen hai
mujhe pyar tumse nahi hai…

A dash of surprise, a streak of destiny
a lot of spontaneity led a night of mystery
time was dancing on the tunes of fate
words were enticing the guard at the gate

Journey began with expressions galore
fear, excitement, a crazy thought and more

she: heyyy…
he: you take your own sweet time…. what floor?
she: fourth
he: u alright?
she: i think i twisted my ankle
he: yeah…elevators can be hazardous.
here you go….fourth floor. Tell you what…why dont you gimme your number….i’ll hold the lift next time you are in a hurry
she: i…i think i’ll take the stairs instead….its healthier
he: ofcourse it is…and they dont twist the ankles

sooner than later the shield was broken
a stranger wandered in search of the unknown

he: Have you ever been in love?
she: love… the word eclipses a part of my brain
he: Is that a yes?
she: well could be…
he: care for a walk?
she: for a while or a life?
he: ummm…How about a coffee?

whispers of heart deafened the silence within
poles apart yet a lot to pitch in

she: so…u havent quit smoking yet
he: hmm…on and off..
she: why?
he: because no one asked me to
she: hmm…do you still take your dates to ballard pier
he: not unless I meet them in elevators

Pace was anything but slow
while picking the random pieces in the flow

he: Whoa, you’re fast
she: Well I like to come on time
he: hmm… i m proud of you
she: *giggles
he: What?
she: Nothing…Dont you have anything better to play?
he: What!! You dont like this stuff? you want Jagjit singh eh?
she: well…
he: That kinda music dries me up…
she: *giggles
he: you’re such a pervert man!!

Lightening struck once in a while
separating the two realities of life

she: you know what I wanna do when I come over?
he: what?
she: you got instrumental music?
he: ya .. why? wanna torture me with your karaoke?
she: shut up…I want to slow dance with that soft instrumental music in the backdrop. ummm…Me in your arms….
he: You’re crazy!
she: ok tell me…What is the one thing you feel like doing tonight?
he: what do u wanna do?
she: Lie on a beach, gaze at the stars and talk. What about you?
he: I want to forget about today until tomorrow
she: i hate you

It would read…

Ohhh, let me turn on the part of my brain that gives a damn.