Anomalies..

Its an anomaly

there is too much of me with you

and too less of you with me.

I wont cry

this time i wont

I should have been used to..

To contain and

Dilute

My emotions.

.

.

.

And there is one more anomaly

next time i make a call

and talk to you

I'll forget the lesser part

of you with me and

will build upon the larger part

of me with you...

(07-05-08)

Comments: (as received on orkut)
Rohan
Good one...nice write...good command of language...wish u'd written more.

Scribbler
Brillaint stuff
Short yet stark

good one Bro

keep it rollin;)

Maulik
very well done bro...
magics again n again

Sashu
enjoyed it... neat write lalit

Bharat
Beautiful and articulate!

Was I kid then or am one now.. ?

..thought about writing smthn in this post on 6th (i.e. the date there,rt?), and now am writing today i.e. on 25th (9:56 a.m.) after i picked up an old edition of Times Life (24 aug) accidently an hour before and found this o-zone article worth mentioning. The article is by Vinita Nangia and is titled.."Is respect such a fragile thing?" I'll quote few lines and then take over by myself, for my self.

IT'S a scary thought. But, sometimes just a word, a sentence spoken at the wrong time; a response or lack of it can sound the death knell of a respect that has taken a  lifetime to build. It's happened to all of us at some point. We hang on to the high regard we have for people through many ups and downs, excusing them for almost anything. And then just one un-feeling action or word can bring that high esteem crashing down like a pack of cards..

          Truly the last  straw, and suddenly you find urself dis-illusioned and empty-handed, surprised at the face u saw, the entity that lurked behind the identity you thought u knew so well. Is this the friend you trusted with your deepest secrets and shared ur most spontaneous thoughts with? Is this the lover u gave ur all to? Is this the colleague u mentioned over the years and is what he actually thinks of u? Is this the way................., so at varience with ur self perception?

           Maybe yes. Hurts...........................

Rest of the article, as it what appeared to me justified or in a way asserted the doer's point of view, i'll talk of reciever.. that is what we generally carry along with us, no? WE  dont tend to forget.. some say chill maar, chhod yar.. i hate such remarks. And y do we not tend to forget.. because rather than that we (un-exceptionally - I) don't forget the best times spent with such identities, and it exceptionally hurts when every such moment is recall-ed, the way tws once lived ..and the way one wants it to come back again.

Fool you are.. a voice calls. And the better !  - 

- u, I, We, Some, one - try to keep the broken ends together and make promises, u wont (and u know - rather, u will)

                                                                                          

What stuck me to create this..

hii ppl.. am addressing all those whom I invited and also those who landed here by mistake.. Anyways.. whatever u read here onwards is on ur sole discretion (there is always an option. hehe..)   I just want to create an image for myself to peep into, in future.. I'll vent out whatever I b able to..my thinking, my perception of others.. others perception of me as i perceive, my opinions, over in all.. almost everything possible which matters.. though I'd like to retain the names of all those I fantasize about.. anyways that's fair enough. u can't argue :) All mentioned things will follow in subsequent, the more i will write. Actually few days back I got to read a blog.. the writer seemed to be so happy with his life.. the blog loaded with all his group photos describing each of them in a funnier way. Even I am equally happy with some people around, though more of superficiality - I digress.

To all readers who will comment I have a request, plz don't comment in such a way that it might alter the next commenter's thinking. Other than that I am ur culprit in killing time.. go ahead. type whatever.

Well.. I had been thinking about creating such thing for long.. genuinely whatever (or at least some percent of) we think needs to b preserved, it keeps you intact with ur gut, ur voice and u don't tend to be moved-with, whatever passes by.

I don't mean that it is the best, it just keeps you with you.. 

I relate it with an example.. one usual day, it was around 830 in morning..the time i have hardly manage once or twice in last 3 years to reach college and attend 1st lecture on time (moreover, i have never been on time anywhere in my life yet.. school, tuition, tests -anything, this 'late' thing even cost me dream of my life.. i reached Air-force selection board at Dehradun..2 hrs late, result: I traced back entire journey 2 more hrs later, crying ..that was d day I cried most. nwz that's other thing, lets get back) so.. it was 830 in morning and I was about 4 kms from college, waiting for auto. It was cold and cloudy.. just then this aged man on bicycle took my mind, riding slowly with a kid in front and another behind him. The man seemed 'calm'( now, why I use this calm here will get clear in following lines) and kids too. It must have been their routine.. same things each day. Nothing to bother.. satisfied with life, as it comes. Even I had a similar 'routine', same auto ride and same path but I was never calm.. always in hurry. Cursing these auto-wallahs as if they really have a plan to make me late.. cursing not having a bike.. cursing everything possible which prevented me from achieving what I aim for.. The man with kids passed by and left me with certain thoughts .. these not-so-special thoughts made more prominence with me those days as I had developed a penchant for writing poems and I thought of writing something 'touchy' - Despite the hardships some people are so calm and they take life as it comes their way, also to these some of the people in large.. there are more of those, who would drive big cars and will still not be calm. These extra sensitive .. it appears to me makes big of small things, the strain they face and they portray has no equivalence.. they need to puff cigarettes and to stress out by driving at 120km/hr....

Why not be at peace when at least u don't have to drop kids to the school riding a bicycle? Anyways all of these appeared to be taking too much of me.. (Generally most of the things appear to be taking too much from me.. I try to keep things simple which they never tend to b, with me at least. Even this simply-lalit will appear to be a hell lot of complex to some but remember I told u, u are reading all this on ur own discretion). The thought of writing a poem never materialized (of course, on this thought.. I have written several poems n sm gud ones too!) and in a way it just appeared to mention it here. (Well most of the things I undertake.. never come up. I expect too much of myself and over-commit. Actually I cant really blame this over commitment, at times circumstances also push to abort but they say u should at least have a will which should in the least last! - IT also fades with me)

--------------------------So, the example is over and for those who are still gasping what i meant to say, remember.. I talked of thought preservation. Who knows one day I will also drive a big car with the same un-calm face.