Innocence

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Favourtite White Tshirt

One thing I absolutely love about the rains is having a steaming cup of tea, along with a platefull of the most delicious and the most unhealthy pakodas I can get my hands on (:

And one thing I absolutely hate about the rains, is the massive amount of mud sprays you get on yourself, while riding your bike. There's absolutely no way you can escape it. Trying to avoid it is like going to China and trying to avoid Chineese food (although the latter sometimes taste better than mud).

I have noticed that this happens to me specially when I am wearing white. More so on the days, when I happen to leave behind my jacket at home.

So, on a day like any other, I was on my way to college on my bike. The weather was pretty good.

"Hmmm....thats weird.", I said to myself.

"The weather is never this good."

In fact, it was so good that it somehow didnt seem right to be so good in the middle of the rainy season! And sure enough! It starts to rain the very next moment! And no! It wasnt the kind of rain that you would pass on for a tiny leak. No! The whole dam had collapsed!!! And it was coming down hard!

I was wearing a newly washed white t-shirt, and quite obviously, I forgot my jacket at home. The vehicles on the road had no intention of sparing me or my newly washed white tshirt at all! One particular lady, who was driving her Honda, seemed to make it a point to splash water and mud on every rider she passed. She was too good at it.

By the time I reached college, my t-shirt looked like it had been dipped in chocolate. I was even tempted to taste it. But thank goodness for self control!

Fortunately my friend, my very good friend, Shane, happened to have an extra tshirt with him that day.

Yay!!

It was white.

Crap!

It was his favourite white tshirt.

Crap!! Crap!!

Somehow I managed to convince him that his favourite white tshirt is absolutely safe with me and I wont let any mud sprays come on it.

He agreed.

He shouldnt have. Cause the very next moment, and I mean in the very next couple of minutes we decided to go and have lunch. And of course! You are allowed to guess what happened next.

The look that Shane had on his face, when he saw that his favourite white tshirt, now had a patch of brown (thanks to chicken gravy and my clumsy hands) still gives me nightmares! It was the scariest look I ever got from him!

Now this episode of my life has taught me one very valuable lesson.

Never borrow a white tshirt from your friend on a rainy day. Especially his favourite white tshirt. Thankfully things are back to normal now. We greet each other. We talk about girls together. He acts gay with me. I play along. Yeah....pretty much the life of a normal 20 year old, sleeping in class NOT wearing a white tshirt. Anymore.

It still rains though.

26 Letters

And lately I've been writing lines, sometimes hollow sometimes full
But mostly about you and I, the lovesick fool.
Candid moments, of sound and sights
Dinner and Jazz by the mystique seaside.
Every little touch, and all your subtle moves,
Find the right words, and I'll tell you when I do.
Gotta keep the distance though
How hard is it? I sure would know.
In the oceans I sailed, had no choice but to leave
Just when I found that my love was just as deep.
Kissing you would be the deepest thing to do
Loving you was like cupid right on cue.
My head is in so many places, and so are you
Now tell me, how do I settle this without you?
Only if instead of you, I could love someone else
Probably she'd be betrayed,cause I cant love anyone but yourself.
Quiet nights and sparky spring days
Reminiscent of the wastefull times, all so gone without a trace.
Soul has a meaning of its own as long as it lasts
They had mine with you, no wonder I miss you the most.
Useless questions sometimes scare me a little
Vow to you, if I could I would never leave you in the middle.
Words might be forgotten, and so i write this
eXaggerated it might sound, but you are the pages of my diaries.
You know I would do anything if I could get you, but like the
Zephyr, I guess I'll move away, ever so gently from you.

Bittersweet Symphony

Who is a best friend? What is a best friend made of?

When I was young, a best friend for me was probably someone, who I was very fond of and would share his/her lunch with me at school. When I was younger, my best friends were Captain Planet and Swat Kats. Maybe, it still holds true for some of us.

Throughout the year, loads of short messages do the rounds on our phones, highlighting some aspect of friendship or the other. Some are nice, some are flattering, some are naive and some are stupid and downright hilarious. They all seem to point out that friendship is the best thing going for the insecure psyche.

However, a best friend is hard to find, difficult to identify and tough to hold on to. They cannot be pointed out. They are like the moonlight. They are there during the bright times, silent and diluted, but ever present with you, but also shining their light in the dark times. And no amount of analysis can help you ever comprehend, what a best friend really is, until you get one. They are someone who can do what others wont even dream of doing for you. If on one hand it means standing by you when the whole world has turned its back on you, on the other hand, it means forcing you to give up your bad ways even if he or she knows that you may not see reason in it and take it otherwise.

One of the other things about best friends is, when they get hurt, whether it was because of you or someone/something else, you get hurt equally bad.

I think I was enormously stupid and unexplainably juvenile, to even have second thoughts about the idea of my best friend doing something wrong to me, just because someone else told me so. I mean she was my first real best friend. She still is. It took me two and half years to finally meet her. It took her even lesser to change me into someone desirable and definitely a much better human.

It hurt me a lot, to know that I was a part to the play that brought tears to her eyes. It was probably lesser than what she had to go through to wipe them. Especially for a person like her who has never cried before.

To her :

There is no way I can explain to you how sorry I am about what happened. I really am out of words.

The fact is, every other person, hears what I have to say. My friends listen to what I say. But you, know what I dont even say. And for that and everything else, you are my best friend in every sense of its own. I hope I can be one to you too. I know lost faith, even if it is little, is hard to get back, but I am truly sorry about everything.

All I want you to know is that if ever you are stranded in the middle of a desert, you can call on me and be sure that I will come and pick you up. Everytime you need me to.

Long Distance Relationship

Seven colours of the rainbow

A friend to every blind soul

Brown trees outside of the window

Dancing under the light's own shadow

I have a secret but I wont surrender

To live out and to live in the wander

Its both disturbing and relieving

Like a word with a nasty double meaning

Crisp as the throws of the morning

I light my path and follow my own calling

Set your foot on the unknown ground

Distance doesnt tell the truth, I found

Its a chance to share your dreams

Chance the mirror and get real with your feelings

Should the winter call where would you hide?

Take a minute off time when you decide

P.S.: I have nothing against the idea of long distance. One of my friends had a break up because of the distance and so this poem is, in a way, just one of the many arguments that bothered my mind for a period.