5 Things I Did that I Would Not Have Anticipated 10 Years Ago

In the footsteps of Jigar Shah, (he's had 4 points of his list in da USA, mahn! :P), I write my own.


Although it doesn't make much sense at the moment; a decade back, I hadn't even entered my teens (not implying I had a blasting teen) but well, let's see.


1. Getting into Advertising


Never had I even imagined myself in this vivid media sector. Back then, I was completely engrossed in Science, the Universe, the Cosmos (I'm not exaggerating, I really was that kind of whiz kid). I wanted to be an Astrophysicist.

Of course, I had no idea whatsoever about my future career, but Advertising?

Albeit, I HAD had whims and fancies about being a Writer or a News Reader or a Fashion Designer.


2. Staying Away from Home


When I was little, every little kid was threatened being sent to Boarding School if they didn't behave. Forget studying in Boarding, I never thought I'd leave my sweet home, Bombay Meri Jaan, for as long as 5yrs (and counting)! I did my Graduation in Applied Arts (another in fluke) from Pune and am, to this date, stuck here. -_-


3. Making Friends Virtually and Meeting Them


Well, I came to know of Orkut only after I completed my SSC. I didn't know there was something called Social Networking that may, and in future, exist in such great proportions. The Internet was an encyclopedia that worked on signals somehow either connected from our telephone line or the Cable.


4. Writing, to Make an Earning


Like I said, getting into Advertising was never even a glimpse in my wildest dreams. Writing (presently, copy-writing) as not just a hobby, makes me believe that you actually SHOULD follow your passion and make a career out of it. I realized, we must choose wisely (or in my case, listen and fall into intuitions and the flow) for what we're going to spend the majority of our life in. Getting a job is much more than an Economic Status. It is a means to make, and leave a mark. I want to inspire.


5. Being Single


Something relating to Looouuuuvveee (#Sadhana Panda :)) had to be mentioned. Well, ten years ago, I'd imagined to at least find someone for keeps. The work is still in progress, the pursuit left to the flow. I've had my share of heartache, and I've learnt from it. And yes, it is always Self-Love we're actually looking for. :)


There are a few other things...like, discovering my varied (even more varied) interests in Photography, Psychology, Music - the Guitar, Footwear, Tae Kwon Do, Designing, Painting, Bikes - especially Cruisers, etc.


Also, almost suddenly holding up a record of being the highest in all things English at School and College, along with discovering that I had a penchant for words. And guys with spectacles. =/


All in all, it appears it has been a journey to Self Discovery. I do feel I could have done so much more, but I don't regret what I did so far. It's okay, however little, however less it might seem. It isn't that less, after all. :)

Lighthouse Ends

Not every road leads to light.

Some lead to lighthouses that echo of haunting dreams.
Dreams that crashed along with the waves on the rocks beneath.

The sky that thundered and rained dismantled memories.
Memories that waved goodbye each time to the shore when they reached.

Some roads lead back to trespassed boundaries like a ship stuck in a storm.
Either you drown all over again, or revisit your very own stage with a new song.

An Illusion-ed Truth

It's a damp darkness here,

all the laughter has died away.

Chained to an invisible sadness, 

a shadow hovers above in grey.

Crossroads cross too often,

I forget the many milestones past.

This path is so full of dust and grime,

the tears are the rain of the wrath.

Crimson hues scattered on pages,

the winds sing a dirge.

Sunlight has been victimized,

comprehension has been cursed.

What does the grave say, I wonder,

as it speaks in cunning tongue.

But life has been a jackal all along,

sparing its smirk to none.

It appears a dark comedy has made its mark this lifetime.

The entire illusion of meaning has committed all the crime.

The Farewell

A blazing afternoon when
the brown of your eyes
thaw into speckles of 
reflected gold and hazel

I long to look and
keep looking as the hazel
reflects my own image
in your view.

I long to see, a deep seated love
that dissolves like wisps
and spiralling circles
to conjure a dream.

I long to see a desire burn
to capture the moment
in fleeting seconds
twinkle in those wells of infinity.

Yet, all I can muster up to look at,
is a furtive glance of your visage
that tells me it's time for noon to descend.


It's time for farewell. 

Permissible

I can see it has got cold,
the winds blow between these miles.
Let me transcend the distance.
Let me be your sunshine.

I shall always brighten the dark
with my little flame of hope.
Let me borrow from your sadness.
Let me instill the strength to cope.

Every time the full moon shows,
and the clouds give way,
let me come closer to you.
Let your heart towards me sway.

In times of despair when you are deserted,
even in a crowd you feel alone,
let me be your one companion.
Let me build you a home.

I know it isn't easy
to believe in others' dreams.
Let me be your reality.
No matter how hard it may seem.

The past doesn't always repeat.
Minutes keep ticking, people run.
But let your heart trust me.
Just let me love you once.  

Wishing unto Reality

I do wish the tempest
would take with it all 
my fears and insecurities
and leave back
just the love I feel for you...

I do wish the swelling waves
of the oceans
would drown my longings
and return your presence ashore...

I do wish the ink that drops
from my quill would speak
much more eloquently
than I ever could...

I do wish every time 
the zephyr turned your way,
it would carry along a soft kiss
to land where realities might never.

Smoke Sans the Fire

In a disarray, stuck,

I can't move forward

nor backward.

I look back and I only see trial.

Trial and more,

to be perfect enough

to be accepted,

to be loved without the betrayal.

Have I been so pathetic,

did I ask for too much?

Had a smile so genuine

not made me happy?

Did I not do my best,

did I show too much unrest?

Hadn't I been there,

Always supportive?

You still want that

And I can't help but stay,

But think about me,

how much can I keep giving?

Even a reservoir so full

needs to be fuelled

by the river through the dam

forever running.

I ask not for sympathy.

I just crave for affection.

Don't the plants die

if you don't show love and harmony?

I gave away my oxygen

breathing in your despair,

I'm lost and intoxicated now,

my crescendo seems a parody.

I don't know what made me

want you so badly

I don't know 

what makes me, still.

The very imagination of

an other somebody

shatters my dreams,

the shards subtract infinity to nill.

I'm empty inside,

you're drunk from me;

But this glass is brittle,

a slight of your fingers, and it breaks.

It's been far too long

and the hollow within

is eating up my love;

my desires are burnt, my dreams ablaze.

A lengthy story, tethered on a pier,

all that remains now is smoke sans the fire.