Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Emosanal Atyachaar

A co-worker today casually remarked, "I sent my husband to office, sent my kid to school and just sat down on the sofa and cried.There was no reason. Everything was fine. It was a normal morning. The daughter behaved well. The husband was normal. Everything was just..normal. But I cried. And I cried a lot. As if the world's burden were on my frail slim shoulders. I can't understand this. I am so depressed."

It struck me quite strange. But I have to admit this has happened to me as well. I have cried in the past with no reason.

And felt a lot better later.

The emotions I sometimes have to deal with are so sine wave-ish. What is it with me? Is it because of being 'newly-married' (a term i have come to detest. Its been a full year man. Nothing is new now.) , is it to do with work pressure ? Is it the complexity of relationships around me? Or is it just because I am a woman and women generally lead lives with so much of emotional mess?

Most often I don't even understand them. Some days on a total high. Some days on a total rock bottom low. Some just mediocre. Normal. If I had to plot a graph of the past year, I am sure no scientist would make any sense of them. Too many highs, quite a few lows as well.

Am tired of the crazy happazard sine wave. It is High time now. I need to have a balanced life.

Bring it on , Dear Life. Let me see if I can plot a better graph next year.

Thursday, December 10, 2009

Winds of Nilgiris..Part 2?!

I asked my readers for help to end this one. Some dear friends came online to chat with me on this , another friend left a comment. Their feeling was unanimous. I was NOT to make the end a tragic one. I think, i will just leave the story as is and not write an end for it.

So, my dear lovely lovely readers, there will be no part-2. Thanks a lot for your appreciation and encouragement.

There are only three options. I will let you choose :-)

Maybe one died and the other lived on with the memory of his parnter.

Maybe both died and it was the end of their picture perfect life..

Maybe both survived the scars of the Nilgiris and lived happily ever after...

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Winds of Nilgiris

It was some kind of a private joke between them. Sajan had just gestured toward someone on the road passing-by and winked at Anjali. She hit him laughingly on the shoulder as she fastened her seat belt. Climate had suddenly changed. From sunny and sultry to chilly and rainy. Being a long weekend, they decided to set of to the picturesque Nilgiris by car. They loaded their car with their favorite music, charged up the SLR , threw in a couple of pairs of clothes and set off.

Both being in the Advertising field, had met during one of their project assignments, instantly got attracted to one another. Over a whirlwind of romance, they figured they were made for one another.Both were of fond of adventure sports, jazz music, dance and their ofcourse their profession as well. They made a stunning looking couple. Sajan, tall, fair , brown eyed athletic and with a deep soothing voice. And Anjali dimpled, frail and khol eyed beauty. Friends envied them. Relatives spoke about them constantly. They were the center of attraction wherever they went and made heads turn.

They had traveled quite a bit covering the Himalayan ranges, Tibet , beaches of Goa and temples of Hampi. Anjali had long been wanting to travel to Nilgiris and when they got the long weekend, they decided to set off. Laughing and singing their favorite songs, they started their climb. He suddenly stopped singing and concentrated on the road , his vision was getting blurred because of dense fog. There was zero visibility. It started raining. A slight drizzle at first. Then started to pour. She got scared and asked him to pull over, but he refused, since he wanted to reach the hotel before the weather got worse. Not knowing, that there was one unfortunate hair-pin bend, which would ruin their picture-perfect life. He turned left. But, There was no road on the left. There was a ditch. The car hit a stone and went down the slope.

There was a scream. Then there was silence.

To Be continued...

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

smile..a moment that lasted a lifetime

Slowly, she pulled away her hands from his,
Turned around and started walking away.
Those moments stretched on like eons for him,
As he watched her walk. Silently pleading,
For her to turn back once. To run back into his arms,
He looked on. Willing her to turn back,
All the time praying for her to be given back to him

She walked. Slowly, holding her head high,
Not letting him see the tears that fell like rain,
This is best for him. She kept telling herself.
And she walked, The toughest walk of her life.
The moments spent together flashed across,
The pain tore through her heart, Instinctively, she turned,
Eyes met, and they smiled, through their tears.