Have you being taken granted for?

Love offers you a feeling of security. A security that makes your life worth living. It gives you reasons to make someone smile on a regular basis. It's great to have someone love you back. Someone whom you can take granted for, only because you are sure of the love you showered them with. 

Being taken granted for is generally associated with negativity, but I think it's a great feeling. Someone who takes you for granted would always come back to you, because you offer them something not everyone in the world can offer. I can be a bit preachy in my writing style, ignore to notice that. But what I'm trying to say is, I know we hate being taken for granted, and at the same time it's a great feeling when you know that you'd be approached for something only can offer. It's sad when you are in it, but it feels great when you look back at it. 

There are people I've taken granted for. People generally can't bear that feeling, so they leave. So, only my family and a few of the friends has stood by my side, even when I take them for granted. They make me feel secured. Sometimes, I feel guilty that I make them go through so much of shit. Sometimes, its annoying while sometimes- it's just love. 

An excerpt...

"Knowing the nuanced details of someone’s life.
Knowing that you mean the world to him. 
Knowing that he would never ever let you go. 
Knowing that happiness became synonyms with him. 
Knowing that all my friends have accepted him as my better half. 
Everything just felt right. 
Knowing the cons of his personality. 
I kept faith in him. 
Highest level of faith that I could ever keep in someone."

My persistent smile.

I smile,

I smile all the time,


I smile when I'm tired,
I smile when I don't like anything,
I smile when people ignore me,
I smile when I'm sad,
I smile when I look myself in the mirror,
I smile when I fall,
I smile when I am fired,
I smile when people judge me,


But that doesnt mean,
I don't feel different emotions,
though people won't believe.


Because I smile,
and let it go.
Because I ignore,
and let it go.


Two-faced I am,
because I smile, 
and hide other side. 

Very less people know, 
what it takes a person to smile all the time, 
and to hide the pain behind the smile. 

I miss you all.

It's a month, 
since I'm away from home.
I know, I'm not a child anymore,
but there are some things I long for.


I miss when every member of my family came to wake me up and I still kept sleeping.
I miss my lazy days,
I long for home food,
I regret the tantrums I used to throw unncessarily to make a fuss,
I miss the care,
I miss the "unnoticed" love,
I miss my arguments with mom,
I miss the times, when I teased my l'il brother,
I miss spending time with papa,
I miss reading newspaper.
And I miss almost everything about maa,
I even miss the scoldings,
I miss my home without upholstery,
I miss my wardrobe,
and the fridge and that special almirah in the kitchen,
I miss my study,
I miss eating sweets at night.
I miss the smell of my pillow,
And looking outside that huge window,


Moreover,
I miss when maa waited for me to come back home from college.
It angered me then, when she called up to know where I am,
Here, no one asks where I am,
and listen to my daily nonsensical stories.
And it makes me miss my home more.


I miss you all so much,
that I'm scared to tell.
It's not like, things are wrong here,
Everything's fine here.
Still, memory flashes back to the time of togetherness,
may be in the form of dream or just 
just goes away with the blink of an eye.
But, All of you are always there 
in my mind and heart. 

A month is enough to realize, that home is the best place to be. And parents are the best people on the earth. 


It always makes me wonder, I shouldn't have been such a pampered child for no one other than you can do the pampering. 

How ironic?

Most of the time, the person we were closest to,
whom we entitled our secret-bearer,
in front of whom we laid our hearts on the wishful trays,
with whom, we could share something as personal as passwords.


Ironically, turns out to be the person who is a complete stranger today,
And mind you, Stranger with the hard feelings and a challenging level of discomfort. 
(of course, these days google can help you find the person's whereabouts).

TIP: Staying extra- close to anyone is contagious to the relationships.

On observing the type of relationships around, I found out and came to the conclusion that a lot of people are breaking up 'coz they have nothing left to talk about. The future of those couples is then anticipated to break up, for there is nothing left to share. And then, the relationship is doomed forever. 

Then why say, "Forever"?

Who has invented this word "forever"? Is there anything like "forever"? 


Forever. When someone says, "You are my friend forever"! Does that mean, that XYZ person is not going to leave you alone ever? Really? And when these two friends fight over some stupid shit, and they cry over each other's egotism, that "forever" is lost forever. 


Who/what is going to be with us forever, till death sets us apart? Any idea? Please tell me? 


"Love you forever", "friends forever", are such messages, that I find super- irritating. It's all over Facebook and other social networking sites. Under every hot-shot picture, flooded in the comments. I can't even take it when any of my friends say "love you", like that. Can't we save these words for that someone special or anyone for whom we really mean? Why everyone? 


Forever? D'oh. Everyone comes in our life, some stay for good, some stay to make life more miserable. But the common thing that follows is, they all leave. They promise each other to stay together forever. But we all know, that is not the truth. 


Go back to your sweet childhood days, and spare a moment to think about the people you have left behind till now.  Each class, new best friend? LOL. We make best friend each year, break up each year? Why? Why make best friends then? 


Life is short, we all know that. Yet, there's no one that lives with us forever. 
Everyone breaks that promise of staying together forever. No doubt, most of the people break our trust on the way. And some people just die. And then, separation becomes inevitable. 


Please stop using the word "forever", for it gives me hope about the person- which tears me apart, when broken?  Why can't all the relationships start with a guarantee card? 


What do you say now about "forever"? Anyone for "forever"? 


In this walk of life, we meet some good people whom we love deeply. We also meet some people who do no good. But the important thing is, we learn a new lesson from everyone we come across. One should never forget the lessons learnt, even if that person doesn't stay in your life. Remember to remember the lesson. That's the way we move ahead in life. :) 

An ode to the times lost.

You were so precious to me, more than anything else.

I don't know why did you go?

I told you all the tit-bits of my life, And now.. we behave like any other acquaintance.

Something must be wrong at your end, and something at my end, I'm sure..

You were so close to me,

You were..

my guide,

my friend,

my relative,

my savior,

my solution,

my secret- bearer.

My life depended on you.

I needed you to take a step ahead.

When I came here, to this alien land,

I was relieved to know, that you were here.

But I don't know,

And I can't understand how things changed.

And why things changed?

I trusted you with my heart.

You were dearest to me, if not to anyone else,

Didn't you ever feel, you were important to me?

Didn't you ever miss me?

Why did you chose to leave me?

Wasn't I worth of you?

Did I do you any harm?

Why? WHY? I OFTEN ASK MYSELF,

And knowing it, that times can never be same,

Because we have departed, once! 

You were like a mirror to me,

I could see my real self into you,

and now, that we have scattered,each broken part can never be stuck together.

I miss you,

and the times we have lost behind.

I accuse myself.

And I still love you,

without letting you know.

P.S- Its an ode to all the special life people in my life, with whom I grew up, but are not together , or aren't that close in my today.

Dear Valentine, Beware!

On this day of love,

when love is in the air,

and people in love,

are pouring their hearts out.

I, desolate.. but happy,

after realizing love,

is not that we fancy, But

Love is a gamble.

It is not about making castles,

and going gaga about.

It is all about making sacrifices,

and being faithful.

It is dark,

It is a hope,

It is an ostentation,

It is love,

Oh, What a grave and passionate obsession!

Love is like a rose,

but not a bed of roses.

So, Dear Valentine,

Think before you let your feelings flow.

Because, she is the bride ...

Because, she is the bride

for the night,

loaded with jewels,

and hush-hush make-up.

Because, she is the bride,

her face radiant,

her smile illuminating,

and her mind in melancholy.

Because, she is the bride,

the lessons of her mother,

the love of her friends,

the blessings of the relatives,

she takes along.

Because, she is the bride,

apocalyptic tomorrow,

with an unfamiliar mother,

and a new family.

Because, she is the bride,

who was the sun of her family,

will be the moon to the new family,

all geared up, to make her home.

Because, she is the bride,

her dreams she'd woven,

unsure of the future,

with unending demands,

and full of sacrifices,

she welcomes all of it,

and give herself,

in the eternal bond.

Because, she is the bride,

she cares,

she loves,

all like her own.

 

Because, she is the bride,

she sighs,

she's anxious,

she is the most deserving of love. 

Grandparents' love

My grandparents are the indispensable part of my life, Their infinite love is what I cannot put up in words. I call my grandpa- dadaji, and grandma- maa!

I lost my dadaji at the age of 14 in an accident, and now I am left with maa, who cares like no one can, who tries to fill in the space we lost long back. I can make out, the pain she undergoes through, when past memories stuck up in her head. I was young and didn't know what I had lost then, but gradually, as I'm getting older , I miss him, I don't remember the days I spent with him, but what all I remember is, I called him- 'telephone waale dadaji', 'coz he was on phone most of the times, the permanent place he used to sit to have lunch as well as dinner, and also the talk show he used to see everyday at 9pm, and I loved to sit with him, to see his grey hair, to see him write, to see him putting on dhoti, He had an aura, that till date , I couldn't find in anybody else. 7th July, is the date he met with an accident, and since then, I curse this date. I let no one in my family travel out station, As I didn't attend his last rituals, I don't know how badly he was hurt. But deep inside, I wanted to see him, I feel that now. I was a kiddo then!

My granny, i.e. maa- is very sweet, humble, kind, and loving. Her place cannot be replaced by anyone else ever. She is the backbone of my family, and believe me, It is important to have a loving hand of elder people over us. And we need their blessings everyday. And from them ,we learn about the antiquity of our family, and their experience about their lives, the kind of life they lead, the kind of food they had.. Everything is changed now, and I know all that 'coz of maa. She is the most caring soul on the earth, in my life! 

Miss you dadaji, and love you maa.. :)

P.S.- Do respect and love your grandparents, they truly deserve the love, C'mon, they are your parents' parents. Treat them with high respect, Love them, Respect them. Please do. 

Dearest...

A word to say, a word to hear..

even in ur absence i feel you near,

i want you to see, i want u to feel

you are that important to me

as India's nuclear deal..

Day passes in pain..

with you,seems like a gain,

i plee you immensely..

leave me never lonely..

I am pining for love of you,

i yearn to be with thou,

Days pass cheerless,

nights, i roll wretched..

Come to me, my love

for your absence is distressing..

i feel you in my fingers,

i feel you in my toes...

and the gloom continues................