Come to me

No matter how hard I try I cannot stop the desire to hear your voice.
I know the law of attraction and know, by missing you I am only attracting more of the same kind.
I have felt your love and have realised what sweet pain is of missing someone who misses you too....But sometimes I feel it's just me.
I appreciate and have high regards for what I have,
my heart skips a beat the moment I see your messages, and it longs to see more.. it seeks happiness in small conversations we have and cherishes the glimpses of your love.
It's only human to desire more of something it feels happy with and often such things are available in scarce.
When the mind knows all this why does it get sad and thinks about not having happiness...
doesn't it know....thoughts become things?

Relations

I am back after a long wait… I intend not to keep all waiting for my post but I just couldn’t get anything of solid base to talk about with you…
A lot of people talk about networking sites these days... And I was just wondering whether people still remember the good old way of socializing and keeping in contact with their near and dear ones… like talking to them over the phone… or driving up to them just to spend a lovely weekend together??

A lot of pondering and almost 24 hours after I started to think about this matter, I came up with one conclusion… Yes people do take the good old fashioned way to stay in contact but only to a selective lot… or should I say one, two or even three….?
Talking to people other than this comfort group is a strict no-no. People tend to hesitate to communicate to such people in any form…

For the young networking sites have become the sole mean of socializing with all except their loved ones… who more often than not is their girl-friends or their boy-friends...
As you read this post … consider yourself...would you think of talking to a person randomly selected from your contact list … 8 of the 10 times you wouldn’t.... however if you select a person in random over orkut .. you would not think once before scrapping him/her.
The point I am trying to drag home is that people form a strong bond with one or two person in their life and then stay in regular contact with them... they also form a sort of virtual world between them and think of it as complete. No doubt do such environments provide all the answers to the various necessities of the individual but there is the other part of it also...
Because you are only in contact with one particular person … there are many others with whom you never conversed!! (Because you were all the while busy talking nothing to one person)...
But when people grow up and step on an upper rung in the ladder of hierarchy you have more responsibilities at you disposal... one of them is to socialize with your near and dear ones….
But since you were never bothered to think about socializing with others as you thought you had all the people whom you thought you ever needed of you never take up the responsibility of socializing.
What happens then is people form various notions about you and in the long run your relations with such people are affected. It’s a common practice to never realize that such a thing is ever happening with us and we carry on doing what we had been doing. Sooner or later there comes a point of no return where you are left all alone with that single person with whom you were all the while busy telling him/her about your daily whereabouts!!
Relatives become far... relations with friends take a sour turn…and it becomes next to impossible to bring back the spices in your relationship…
And all this just because you talked to just one person!!

Take a moment off and think is this shy nature something that the human cannot change??? Or is it something one must learn to develop within so as to survive this day?? Don’t you think the statement that the human is a social being should be redefined... the priorities and the values of people are changing are some are finding it tough to negotiate?
It’s a food for thought!! Do think, analyze... and revert back!!

Enjoying Life,
dA DeViL….

Remembrance

In a small,quite room in the city of dreams, he laid on a thin mattress aloof of things around him. Quite introspection can be extremely valuable, they say. His thoughts wandered to one night he never forgets.

It was the last day of March. He was at the local club, having dinner all by himself. The cook had affectionately served him mutton. The silence of the empty dinning hall was broken by a call. A call from his Dad.

Mum and Dad are already back, and I haven't yet finished my dinner!

His parents were at a party that evening, and were already home. The club was just a stone's throw away from their bungalow, and his parents agreed to walk down.

His dad, was a rare visitor to the club. But he received a warm welcome even at this late hour. He sat by the tree with his wife by his side,talked to the staff and had a glass of water before deciding to call it a day. It had been a long day for the Joint General Manager, half a day at office, a siesta and then the party. He asked his son to drive them home.

It was well past midnight as they drove into their driveway, totally unaware of what this new day had in store for them.

He slept in the smaller room of the three bedroom bungalow, while his parents occupied the larger of the rooms.
He had hardly gone to his bed, when his mother walked in to talk to her son, who returned only yesterday from boarding. She felt peace, with him back home after his boards. She finally had her family together save her elder daughter.

It was a hot night, and his father wanted to freshen up before he could get some much needed rest. He left for the washroom while the mum and son were talking.

They were about to sleep, when they heard a thud. He did not pay heed to it but she did.
A second later he heard his mother call on him.

He would never forget that call. That call changed his life forever. His father, who was just tired after a long day, suffered a heart attack and had collapsed on his way out from the washroom.

Two hours of frantic calls and a whirlpool of events later, he was no more the same boy as he walked past the gates of Intensive Care Unit of the local government hospital.

She sat at the entrance to the hospital on a bench sobbing, he wanted to cry, but did not. He covered the forty five minutes of return journey in a stupor, with his father's head on his lap. Things started to hit him now. He was no more the young spoilt  brat. He had to rise up to the occasion and play the lead.

He came back to senses only when the car turned into the driveway, the same driveway where he had drove his father in a few hours back, the same driveway now was filled with people wanting to pay their last respects to his father.

Praise Thy Lord!

Praise The Lord!!

Four months have passed away since they last talked… four months for some but for him they were hundreds of gruesome and painstaking hours that have passed since then…

At times he felt happy to realize that he carved his own path..…and did not fall to someone else’s domination

But it’s hard to realize that he could have been much happier than he is today. Not that he was sad then… but the silent presence of someone behind your back gives a strength that is hard to put to words.

The nail from the blue fell when he had to cope with the separation from family and at the same time from the pain of losing his grandfather, all this while he was in 12th standard...With the board exams just round the corner…

The gap of someone who could cajole him at times, one who could lend him a trustworthy hand while crossing the narrowest of the path in life…some one whom he could rely on when everyone seems to be a stranger in this never ending war..Where only the fittest survives……

Even a coin has two sides!! He could see it from a different frame too….let’s just recall the numerous nights that he spent trying to console himself of the loss endured by not only him but whole of his family…. He must have felt proud of himself when he recalled the long dreadful hours that he spent grasping knowledge about this world rather than spending them talking about streams, rivers, girls, families, difficulties….

He could not understand why he was the Chosen One to go through all this. The only logical reason that he could provide his ever questioning mind was such tests were only The Almighty’s path to becoming more like Him.

Quenching the thirst of his heart was however a difficult task… He has still been unable to fulfill it’s want for her!! To this day he still waits for her to turn back and realize where she has left him…

Let’s all hope and pray no-one ever has to face such a situation in his life...

May Almighty Shower His Blessings on You!!

An August Evening

It was the month of August, 20 days before I could celebrate my 16th birthday...

The streetlights lit the hood of my car dimly... I was 10 feet away from it. Light showers had just started and drops formed a vivid image in the orange lights...I was watching the small drops falling on the flowerpot. I sat by the pillar in complete darkness.

She was close beside me! Her head rested on my shoulders... Her hands on mine,

It was the time when she entrusted me with any thing....I thought I was her savior then!!

We were in our own world.... None could separate us right now... Her parents out to Mysoorie... Leaving her and her grandmother alone.

I was too, alone with my dad. It had become a habit for both of us to meet in the evenings... Her grand mother would be engrossed in watching television while my dad would be away at the gymnasium... The time was perfect for both of us... We spent quite a lot of time together.

But this evening was special. It was the day that marked the fifth year since we met. I thought it as a memorable day... The water silently flowed, glittering in the dim lit street while we sat embracing each other.... though we did not speak a word but it seemed that we had a long conversation in those thirty minutes...

Days have passed.... Relations have changed... People had come and people are gone, time has passed.

But what have not changed are the rains and the beautiful aroma that comes with them. I can just hope that wherever she is, in whatever condition she is.... she remembers those evenings.As I sit by the window in my room, all lonely... I can just pray for her and try not to weep...