Facts about Indian weddings.

Have you ever found yourself in  super lavish Indian wedding,sitting at a corner,getting bored?
Anyone?
Sigh*.
So,I learnt a little.
and here are the results :
-Overdressing is the norm at Indian weddings.
It's  like people decide to bring out all their jewellery out on one night and  behave like it's completely normal.Like all of it will cease to exist tomorrow and they have to outdress the rest.
Gosh.I felt like I showed up in rags.and mind you,I wore quite appropriate clothes.
Vulgar display of wealth,I say!
-Be ready to feel like you're watching a boring movie,if you are'nt related to the people getting married.
-The bride is made to look like a doll.
One with a fake smile plastered on her face...who doesn't seem to mind standing for 5-6 hours.And I thought I was patient.Gosh.
-A very commonly known fact,people attend these hotshot,lavish Indian weddings just for the heck of the food.It is quite good.
-If you are not overdressed,people shall stare at you like you're an alien.
-People shall always tell you about how little you were when they last saw you.And you have to awkwardly smile and nod.and find ways to get out of the conversation.
-In the end,it's all about the food.Not the bride,the groom,the relatives,Nah.Everybody's discussing food.
And that's to sum up an Indian wedding for you.

and So said the teenager.

"People come,People Go,
That's just life,in the end..it shouldn't make a difference.
Smile ,little one." He said

Gloom

Grey's everywhere.It's become an important colour lately.
Grey skies,Grey days,Grey smiles.
Grey's beautiful...,subtle.
(Grey's Anatomy.xD )
but there's that heavy gloom it brings along.
Some of us choose to be different,confused,sad-ish and we don't mind,really.
life is a million shades of grey for us.
Black and white being constants.
Mind you,it's not called being depressed.
it's just that shadowy gloom that follows you throughout.
something too big to rise over.
It isn't the absence of colour.Not at all.
It's just vaccum within all the colours.
A Grey life.
 

Detachment.

Lonely,
but not alone.
words cannot define it.
Hollowness?
...at its very depth.
Acceptance can be so hard.
Expect nothing,they say.
Maybe they're right.
Maybe it takes time..
Getting used to being lost in the crowd.

The Scientist..My version.:)

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Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry
You don't know how lovely you are.                                          

                                                                  I had to find you, tell you I need you
Tell you I set you apart
                                                                           
                                                                   

Tell me your secrets, and ask me your questions
Oh let's go back to the start
Running in circles, coming up tails
Heads on a science apart

Nobody said it was easy
It's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be this hard
Oh, take me back to the start.

I was just guessing at numbers and figures
Pulling the puzzles apart
Questions of science, science and progress
Do not speak as loud as my heart
And tell me you love me, come back and haunt me
Oh and I rush to the start
Running in circles, chasing our tails
Coming back as we are

Nobody said it was easy
Oh it's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be so hard
I'm going back to the start

Towards the safer edge.(Monday Morning Blues)

 The empty corridor,
it's a gloomy morning,
the rainclouds threatening to weep now.
All I hear is the leaves rustling,
The stage looks quiet and lonely too,
where once thousands of bright orange petals fell gracefully,
now is a lot of dust and a few fading petals.
 The school almost empty,classrooms locked,
a few scattered people play basketball.
 I walked towards the inner edge of the corridor,
for some reason,the outer edge seemed threatening in that early morning stillness.
I tried going closer,but it felt like I'd fall off that  very moment.
Maybe it was the sleep still wearing off my eyes.
Maybe it was the fact that it was a Monday morning.
 but never had I done this before.
It's all falling apart..falling apart,inside.

Missing Pieces-II

This is something that almost made me cry.
I haven't written it.But it is just so,so true.
and this is how I feel when I think of all those missing pieces of the jigsaw.
 
Somewhere between the procrastination and the homework,
 and the calls to each other complaining about crushes,
 Somewhere between the phone calls to old friends,
 And the "I miss yours, the "I love yours, and the "What are we doing tonight?"s...
And somewhere between all of the changing and growing,
 Somewhere between the classes, And the skipping classes,And the studying for tests... And the pretending to study for tests... And the downright NOT studying for tests...
 I forgot... I forgot what high school is all about. 
I forgot what it meant to cry... I forgot that pretending to be happy doesn't make you happy
... And that pretending to be smart doesn't make you smart...
 I forgot that you can't just forget the past in fear of the future... I forgot that you can't control falling in love... And that you can't make yourself fall in love...
 I learned that I can love... I learned that it's okay to mess up... And it's okay to ask for help...
 And it's okay to feel like crap... I learned it's okay to complain and whine to all your friends for a whole day... 
I learned that sometimes the things you want most you just can't have. I learned that the greatest thing about high school isn't the parties or the drinking or the hook-ups... It's the friendships, which means taking chances... I learned that sometimes the things we want to forget are the things which we most need to talk about.... But, basically, I just learned that my friends... Both old and new... Are the most important people to me in the world. AND... without them, I wouldn't be who I am today.

Missing pieces.

Life is but a jigsaw puzzle.
and a I don't seem to be able to find a few pieces in mine.
Usually,some of these can be replaced.
But it's so,so hard.
Can you miss something that you never even liked?
I guess you can.
Because there's this slight emptiness I feel whenever I look at pictures of my old class.
My stupid,old class.
I never grew fond of it,really.Never bonded well with most of the people.
and never even talked to them most of the time.
But I know...what's missing,The people.
I miss that stupid class.
That secure feeling it gave me,just because I had known them my entire life.
and when you know people for that long,letting go is really hard.
I had grown up with these people.I might not have liked all of them a lot,
but they were a huge part of the jigsaw of my life.
People I'd been seeing grow up and people who saw me grow up too.
Never again in life,will I spend so much time with the same set of people,ever.
Never again,will I have that kind of familiarity or attachment to a huge group of people,
and that's the very vaccum in my being,
those missing peices I can never replace.

Forever young.

I've always felt a little bad about growing older with passing time.
It's not in my control,I know.the older I grow.
But with passing time,days run shorter,weekends fly away,
everything seems too quick.
I want to freeze the moment.wait for a while.Stay a child.
If only...
I see old ,tired souls around.
no once to bother for them.
But today at a supermarket I saw a difference.
A fine old man,with shiny silver hair,
around 60-ish.
I saw found him deeply engrossed in the flavours of ice cream at the freezer section.
Elsewhere,outside  of the supermarket,I saw him examining the flavours of ice cream again,
this time,at an ice cream kiosk.
Ice-cream to him,it seemed,was of supreme and absolute importance.
Just like it would have been to a  child.Lost in that very excitement of picking the best flavour.
He was alone,but  he din't look lonely or in need of company.
Ice cream  seemed to satisfy him just fine.
The little things like ice cream,that gave him happiness,now made up his entire life.
You could see the content on his face,as he slowly broke into a slight smile.Pure bliss,it said.
I now think that growing old isn't all that much of a bad idea,if you choose not to grow up completely,in the first place.

..A place called Heaven.

Heaven is a heap of Pani Puri,
at a roadside vendor's.
Heaven is the smell of books that hits you when you walk into a bookstore,
and then look at a little boy in a corner read Calvin and Hobbes.
Heaven is falling asleep with a smile.
Heaven is the early morning breeze,that swishes past the Gulmohar trees and plays with my hair.
Heaven is the Earthy smell of rain.
Heaven is getting sun soaked.
Heaven is afternoon naps.
Heaven is crazy fits of laughter,for no reason.
Heaven.
    not a place,but a feeling.

Baby steps.

I watched a blind girl learn how to use a walking stick,
she was a little frightened at first,
And it was a crowded road,
"Those are stones you feel under your feet" said her instructor.
She got better at it as she kept moving forward,
She knew to turn left and right.
She took baby steps.
A few teenagers,scattered outside the school parking lot,moved away,
their faces expressing disgust at the girl because of the way her eyes looked.
Sometimes,I hate people.Really...they're the ones blinded by superficiality.
But There was a bald,pale man with the blind girl.
He was in complete awe at how fast the girl could learn to use the walking stick.
He had a smile on his face and in an unfamiliar accent said "She's beautiful."
I agreed with him,mentally,being the observer.
I thought she was one of the bravest people I've ever seen.
I have perfect vision,and I'm still very frightened by the prospect of crossing roads.
She was my hero,today.:)

Blame it on the Alcohol.

(:

White lips, pale face
Breathing in snowflakes
Burnt lungs, sour taste
Light's gone, day's end ...
 And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since 18
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries.

 

And It'll be fine.

This one's for you,
Yeah,for all of you,
somewhere,out there,feeling blue.
 You're not okay,I know.
but soon it'll all go.
You'll come around too.
I can't promise you Happiness,
or I can't assure you that it gets better,
But I'll try to make you smile for a moment or two?

 

^_^

Made my day.xD

The Good 'Ol Days

Today,I saw a little kid on an empty playground.
A wee little boy,chasing pigeons.
He chased them with all his might,
like it was the most important  job in the world.
For a moment,just like the little boy,I let myself believe it was.
and you know what?It felt wonderful.
I was reminded of being a kid,which itself meant being lost in the moment.
Away from reality,Lost in a world of fantasy.
It was a world of dreams.and no complex emotions.
Freedom,in a way.
 
....
A while later,from my car window,
I could see a little schoolgirl,
head bowed gently down,at an akward angle,like only little kids can.
Innocence.
Again,a rush of nostalgia filled my mind.
I wish I'd never discovered that life isn't a fairytale.
That nothing lasts forever.
Go back to that childhood filled with hope.
Where Happiness is a piece of candy.

Growing up is so saddening sometimes,isn't it?

Missing you,everyday.

Do not stand at my grave and weep,

I am not there; I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow,

I am the diamond glints on snow,

I am the sun on ripened grain,

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning’s hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circling flight.

I am the soft star-shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,

I am not there; I did not die.

 ~Mary Elizabeth Frye

 

For the love of Ketchup.