‘Cause it doesn’t happen everyday

One of the most beautiful videos I have seen, and the song got tears in my eyes – http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a5uQMwRMHcs

Strangers meet. Actually just their eyes meet. They never express. Just look at each other through stolen stares, or sometimes brazenly, and get each other, instantly. It’s hard to believe. Most of the time they are surrounded by people, and they hardly get to spend time, even just to look at each other. They are separated. Crushes are supposed to not last long. But memories come as flashes. There are testing times. In the end, they just fade into each other. Because it does not happen everyday.

My love

My love has the smile of the sun, a smile that makes me shine.

My love is as calm as the pink moon on a summery night, the calmness that surges the wave in me

Inside him rages a mind like a sea storm, the storm that makes me stay where I am

When he does not speak the cool breeze sings to me, the warm songs that fill up my heart

His unblinking eyes are as deep as the sky above, the sky with a thousand blinking stars

He holds my hand for a moment and leaves, and I feel like I have held on to eternity

Where are you? I see you in the sun, the moon, the sea, the trees, the sky, the stars, the names, the faces, the emptiness. You are right next to me, always.

I think..

1. If you cannot love with all that you have got, give it time. Ask yourself why you cannot. If you still cannot, get out of it.

2. Don’t be prejudiced. If you have been with ten people to find an annoying pattern, don’t use it to push away the eleventh person. It’s a general rule I use for anyone really. I never punish someone because of past experiences by failing to give them a chance at friendship, love, whatever.

3. Never sacrifice, compromise. When you do something for someone in love, and start calling it a sacrifice or compromise, you are counting things. You are in trouble. You do something because you love someone, and it should not feel like a sacrifice, or a compromise.

4. Be covered. Be covered with love. Dream high. Go mad. Think of someone every day and every night. But do not ever lose yourself. Take your own responsibility. You don’t want to feel bitter about someone you love. Whether they love you back or not.

5. No pride, no ego. There’s no place for all these crappy things in love. You cannot love someone with all your heart if your pride is more important for you than the person you love. Never beg. Tell the person how you feel, and leave it to that. Love conquered out of begging, manipulating, or forcing it down someone’s throat cannot be beautiful.

6. Do not be reckless. Do not hurt anyone. Try, at least. Period.

Call me vain. But no two people are perfect. It is just love that can be achingly sweet. And that is how I want it. No frills attached. Simple love.

If what I said sounds boring, listen to this beautiful song J http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wq2jhs19_V8

PS: Love will fling you to the ground. Love will make you soar into the sky.

Of places, people, etc. etc.

I have always wanted to visit Kashmir. They say it’s a lost beauty. I was a part of small birthday party of an old Israeli man today, and the conversation he had with us brought back all of this to me. I had once planned a trip to Ladakh with my friends. We had to can it, and it was one of the worst moments of my life. Those who know what Ladakh is like will know why canning a trip to a place can be the worst and most disappointing moment for someone.

I had long ago read Shalimar the Clown by Salman Rushdie. Salman Rushdie is one hell of a writer, and you have to read between the lines, dig out meanings, to try and understand what he is trying to say. He says two stories in one book – one story, which a poor reader does not understand, and another, which a rich reader understands, and falls in love with. Shalimar the Clown paints a very poignant picture of Kashmir, and ever since I read the book, I have been wanting to go there even more.

Cheers to Led Zeppelin for this, a song for any place that can inspire, really – http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sfR_HWMzgyc

Say what

It’s one of those days when you can’t stay put, when you can’t say much either.

I will talk about something that is not the thing on my mind really. My friend asked me today why I turned into a vegetarian, which reminded me of a 11-year old or something incident. I had been to my aunt’s place, in my village. I loved the chicken she used to prepare, and asked her to cook some for me. My cousin caught a hen in front of me. I begged him to stop and not kill it. He killed it anyway, and my aunt made me chicken. Goes to say, I did not eat it, and never ate any non-veg food after that day.

Chicken tandoori happens to be my favourite food, even today, and I think it is the tastiest thing ever. My dad would bring home chicken tandoori once every week so that I start eating it again, but I did not. There came a point, when the hen-killing remembrance was not so strong anymore, and chicken tandoori started looking much tastier than ever before, but I managed not to touch it. After a couple years, I was fine. I do not have to try at all now, to resist. I just don’t care anymore.

I try not to use leather. After coming to the US, I lost a lot of weight, and was tempted to switch back to non-veg. But vegetarian food is not really sparse here, and I realized I could manage well with vegetarian if I just bring in some system into my life. It’s very easy to stay vegetarian in India. I don’t claim that I will never eat non-veg. If it comes to my sustenance I will definitely eat it. But now is not that moment. For sure.

PS: This is written with all due respect to those who eat non-veg. To each his own. It’s all completely my choice, my opinion, and applies only to myself.

Bon appétit, friends 🙂