It all fits like pieces of puzzle in the end

When you struggle with life everyday, somewhere you want to convince life to lead by your say but as we all know life is the most dheeth form of concept that just never executes according to you. It has its own ways own style and own timings to nudge you unfortunately anywhere in all sensitive organs.

If i observe the story of R my childhood best friend, I find million dikes and spikes in the panorama she has barely managed breath. Making baby steps sans grumble with exhausted foot and teary eyes from country to country she wrote off the magical true love story highly meaningful and live.  If i like the spirit of K my college baby friend who was more than a sister and cute enough to be a sweetener, she was this tigress who never gave up anything that ever challenged her . But misfortune always trace brave hearts like heat seeking missile and hit when they are close to the destiny. I was there when her guts were lofted from being genius-who-does-all-correct to the dark corridors of i-cant-breathe . The brave heart did one thing correct: always respected her people and never was afraid of her sail of life. She fell in love with the most capable person that could possibly complement her triumph-in-every-step habit. Every single uncertainty she had prior to that transpired into a boon. And you know if I tell you about S and S who are getting married tomorrow you will simply forget the epic movie Serendipity and ask one of S to script it. She walked in his life when the other S was scared of standing up after falling bad . That very day. And now they run towards each other so that a moment doesn't go by unkissed. 

My mates T and K weren't exactly aware of each other footsteps on the face of planet and were going in directions that might not have ever come together. They barely exchanged few giggles around Doordarshan days and now 1500 Kms away and 15 years of meeting new people later as nokia connected people they spoke to confess they still think about each other.  As magical the spark appears the brighter and real it was. It was destined. I really danced my breath out when they tied the knot. And I saw D there. I have a simple life ...Even glimpses become highlights. Got those imaginary spring shoes and Glucon D running in my veins. I ran that day at 15kmph and even Ram and Yusuf were big time surprised . We didn't walk  together ever but patted on back when one was low. We infused the spirit of life and love. To me it was the thing we needed. And yes definitely and only from each other. It was destined to bid adieu when smiles were back for the first time that year.  

Lets just be honest to ourselves. Lets be honest to our aspirations. Lets just be honest to efforts . Lets just brave out the fear of uncertainty. Lets simply respect our folks. Lets not rush ...let luck makes it interesting . Puzzle of life shall be interesting enough . Lets hope...It shall and would fall in place. 

Peace Out (with life)

Mummy Papa nahi maanenge...

You know when I saw C for the first time I was bowled over. She was quite certainly the most beautiful girl i have had ever laid my eyes on in my 19 years of life till back then. I was no Tom Cruise but i did manage to cruise one of my most memorable memories absolutely immersed in the fragrance of first love with my dream lady . It all looked like a magic as i realized she was way out of my league despite being my girlfriend. And then it hit me ... those last excuse-matic words ...mummy papa nahi maanenge.I was totally blinded with i cant live without you type of emotions still I survived without cursing. I was naive with colossal hope beyond hopelessness :)

Recently, after zillion years of hanging out with guys in pubs and trekking around tea stalls, Gods own spell of magic again turned my life into a big smile. I had D who was delightful. She was witty and sharp. We were like two chemicals that combine to make a new compound. The new compound was nothing else but pure and absolute happiness. Yes, we had this chemistry that only fairy tales had witnessed. Until...yes the very inevitable until...when she realized she cant go any further and unfortunately we turned into concentrated chemicals which combine to give those fire shots. She had a vision without really validating.. mummy papa nahi maanenge. #Folding hands with a long silent exhale.

I am sure just like me there are more guys out there beyond the bounds of my count who have revered the hope of making it last ...shielded with sanctity of love but living in jeopardy every moment of this emotionally perilous Indian truth only money can buy.

Why do girls go so weak when it comes to establishing the strength of their love to the ones who are biologically programmed to love them. I am not saying it happens to all of them but it happens to many. Especially and very often to those whose boyfriends weren't ultra successful . Why is it so important for a boy to be outstandingly successful. Isn't the quality of him making you most special lady in the world already enough ?

I am not really making a generic point here but yes raising my concern to the anemic section of girls and to the parents who think they themselves or their child really need advises on with whom to fall in love with. Having brought this up, i also tend to ponder why don't girls simply validate bio-data of guys in advance with their parents so as to make their love future proof. Shouldn't this be first logical step in section that normally betrays. It is not exactly parting away with your love but being honest in your belief. I think I shall spread my voice to those who need to know the pain such a thing possibly permeates in otherwise happy and joyous hopeful and ambitious life. The most dreaded pain the world is of betrayal by your love. It doesn't go easily or just doesn't go. 

I understand a very dakiyanusi thought that it is one of those last chances to keep your parents happy. But kids, it isn't the last chance. Parents will always be happy if you will be happy. And parents shall also understand values assimilated by your daughter is her character. If you could examine and thrive skepticism on her love you are unnaturally questioning on her integrity and belief. Girls, last chance is when you had to exercise your eloquence between love against cast, creed or mostly money. More often after that you start living sans loving.

In this free country known for strength of relationships, the real relationship of love stands weakest. Lets be honest with ourselves and lets be transparent with people in our lives who matter. Lets strive to make love last longer than mummy papa ka gussa.  

Quote from my guy friend who requested to post this as last line " ladka patane se pehle mummy papa ko pata leti to meri zindagi to kharab nahi hoti" . 

Adios