Monday, July 21

Dard-e-Disco


I have two best friends, Mr. S and Ms. L,
Others cause controversy, with them I gel so well...
They’re at ease with me, and in me they reside,
Hidden in a corner, they always “take my side”.
When life’s filled with joy, S takes a vacation,
But when the joys dwindle, he runs to handle my desolation.
Ms. L’s a sweetheart, with me in every crowd,
A silent part of me, in situations noisy and loud.
I can’t say I love them, I’d prefer to be without...
But they come without my bidding, for the rest I need to scout.
They’re notorious for bringing tears, they weaken men of honor;
Yet they’re amazing teachers, and for none a foreigner.

I have two best friends, Ms. L and Mr. S...
Their names you’ve heard before, Sorrow and Loneliness...

Hi ppl!
All ado abt fun n laughter, n thr v go forgetin sumthin cald sadness exists... Here is a post on d not-so-lucky times in life...

Have u noticd dis? Whn sumthin sad n unusual happens (a death or failure, for example), irrespective of how u actually feel, ppl keep finding ways to proclaim how disturbd u r… They keep askin if u ok, and this actually makes u feel mo upset. Evrythin u say or do is perceived as not-normal, and wat is especially irrit8g is whn ppl ask u to talk or cry it out... They care a devil’s a** abt ur grievance, n in fact, they scratch ur healed wound by recalling d pain... All fake behaviors under d name of obligation and goodness. A sufferer needs to speak, maybe to vent, maybe to share. Not to be judged, not to be analysed and evaluated. One cant b expectd to cry forever, tears dry away... one can feel d pain decades later, bt tears... Rather dan drawin conclusions abt situations and conditions, it wud b so much better is ppl askd for, told n believd d truth! As my ex-colleague says (Hi Andy!) “to ASSUME is to make an ASS of U and ME”… Pretty profound, eh? ;-)

2008 – a dreadful start inspite of a wonderful midnight eve party… I fell frm a rickety bike, nt once bt twice in d same nite… bruisd n achin all over I was in bed for almost a week. I had had a nasty bump on my head, causin me to lose consciousness and then amnesia for a few minutes. I cant tell u how I felt. Its one of d most incredible experiences of my life. I asked my partner (who was ridin) where we were comin frm. Given our witty dispositions and freaky interactions, he thot I was kiddin, but his lopsided grin took a hike when he saw my deadpan face. I cud rem my family n personal details, bt I had lost memory of wat hapd d last couple of hours. I cudnt even rem my fren’s tel number, which I dialled almost 10 times a day! He helpd me recall, bit by bit, but I was still in shock. Wid a bleeding lip and a scarred body, I went home d next day, n u can imagin watta HAPPY new year it was for my parents… Thankfully, my MRI reports wer normal, but me and my parents had a tough time grappling wid d days dat followed whrein I used to black out and feel dizzy… I can c dis as if it hapd yday… Leme tell u, losin ur memory and regainin it beats anything else u’v ever felt in dis world! ;-) Not a must-experience, mind you! God be with you...

My second brush with adventure (how I wish it were exciting and fun) came on d way to Vellore (TN, India), whr I was headed with my MA batchmates for a Counselin program at d Christian Counseling Centre. My companions will probably give u a betr version, coz I was in a daze throughout… Deep in slumber on d train to Chennai, I got off d middle berth widout regainin my consciousness entirely. In a bid to be helpful to some fellow-travelers, I attemptd to fix d berth, and broke my palm-skin on d notch dat holds up d berth. I still cringe as I recall d pain dat shuttled thru my arm. I started bleedin and walked to d door to wash up. The next thin I kno m being lifted up by my frens frm d train floor. Apparently I’d passed out. The hypothesis is dat blood flow wasn’t complete to my brain as I was in a sleepy state, and hence, the incident. I fear to think o d conseqs had I fallen on d oder side of d basin… Commotion ensued, and I apparently did sum weird stunts scarin evrbdy and stallin d train for an hour at a station on d way. The TC personally went to get me some antibiotics, which I (un)fortunately nevr used; thanks anyways man, if u ever read dis! Also thanx to Sakshi, Harshada, Namrata, Aparna and d rest… (Sala, ye toh vote of thanks hogya!)

Well, I do believ in luck n stars and planets... And I believ in astrology and kundli... Now seems my really bad time... So, all you good folks pray for me, and lets hope d worst is over...

Salam aleikum...
Wa-aleikum-as-salam!

(Peace be with you ...
And with you be peace)

- Anuja

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