Monday 27 August 2012

Random Scribbles


I am having restless sleep past couple of days. I end up waking in the night several times to check the updates on Facebook and my emails. I don’t know what am I looking for or to put it more correctly, whom.

But this feeling of uncertainty is surely taking a toll on my mind and inner peace.  Lately I have been trying to try a lot of new things which I had never ever dreamed of. I liked most of them and wondered why I didn’t try them before. Like , my hand at cooking…. or cross stitch…. Or reading Paulo Coelho which I dreaded ever since I read first few pages of the Alchemist.

Earlier my mind was always pre-occupied with some goals that I had set for my life and I was always busy planning how to achieve them. But now, it’s like a blank blackboard, dying to get scribbled.

On the outside I may portray a fake image of mine who is very independent, courageous, brave enough to fight back anything that comes up in life but I know from within I am as insecure as scared as any one of you. I seek happiness in company. And the more I try to run away from it the more it has begun to haunt me. I try to lead my life exactly as is expected out of me by my parents and the society but from within there is a nomad in me who wants to escape.

Thursday 9 August 2012

LOVE KE LIYE KUCH BHI KAREGA


Bhaag bhaag DK bose, DK bose, D K bose, bhaag bhaag DK "Bose DK" bhaag… was being played in full volume and I was slogging in the treadmill when the men visibly let out groans and grunts while weight training and the girls in the gym chorused aloud. “Hi Karan! After so long??” The girl in the adjacent cross trainer hushed to someone “Isn’t he cute??”.
I dared not to look around. Ughhh…why do they have mirrors all around this gym and not in front of these treadmills?
After around 5 minutes I got down and looked around, I saw no one new except a pot-bellied sad looking uncle. Karan? I thought panting. Nah. Can’t be.
I continued to exercise with the curiosity fading away from my mind by the shouts of Mr. Muscle, the trainer, “Faster….Faster….”
Grrrrr…..I will kill him the next time he says that!!
Suddenly out of nowhere a kid, smiled and jumped on the exer-cycle beside me. I smiled back. He was about my height, slim and looked a total misfit among the adults around.
“Hi, I am Karan…”
What!!
He nearly was about 11-12 years of age(though I am pretty bad at guessing people’s age), flawless wheatish complexion, a dimpled smile and naughty eyes like most of the kids of his age. The women were right. He was cute, but wasn’t it too early for him to join a gym?
“New ??”  He interrupted my thoughts. I nodded and answered running out of breath..
He seemed to be popular among the ladies, passing Hellos to most of the women passing by.
“Which class??12??”
What!! Is he talking to me?? I embarrassingly replied “No”. L
“11???”
My jaws dropped!! “No.. I have completed my studies”, I said finding hard to find a suitable reply.
“Ohh”, he empathically replied as if I was pulled out of school for failing three consecutive years..
“Which class??”, now I asked unable to hide my curiosity.
“7…”
What??”
Yeah”, he answered catching the hint. “I want to increase my height”.
 “Hey you two...stop talking and paddle faster”, shouted the M.
Just wait for me to get down and you are dead Mr Muscle…Grrrr…
“Haaan, my girlfriend dumped me.”
Ainnn??”
“Yes, she is taller than me now
What!!
 Before I could say something, Mr Muscle came over and herded me away to the yoga room and Karan to the hanging bars.
Love ke liye sala kuch bhi karega, I mused as the music played aloud.. :D :D