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Midnight excerpts

Gypsy — Mon, 22 Aug 2011 18:58:19 +0000

The hollowness of universe – the black hole in her soul.

‘In fact, I am aware of the fake entities in my life.
I know that I can clear them if I wanted to in a moment …
But all this hollowness needs my sincerity.
Rumi’

Impromptu

Gypsy — Sat, 30 Jul 2011 18:44:30 +0000

There are decisions that can change lives. And there are lives that can change decisions…

Love story

Gypsy — Sat, 07 Aug 2010 16:38:47 +0000

Everywhere you turn, there is a love story.

A love story waiting to unfold, a love story just beginning, a love story in all it beauty, a love story in all its troubles, a love story looking for the right ending, a love story in all its magnanimity, a love story in all.

Some are mushy, some have that halo effect, some are too filmy to believe, some too genuine, some have such a sob story, some turning to be one… but you are always interested in them…

Because you never know where will you find one of your own.

these words

Gypsy — Tue, 13 Jul 2010 15:34:00 +0000

Letters you never answered…

So many of them lie with me even as I write this..

My words seem to be screaming out of them, crying for you, wild in despair, looking for you, trying to reach you, all this just to get a deaf ear.

They change colors with season and the words have a life of their own. Some laugh all the time, some are wet with tears, some are always eager to be close to you, some warm, some cold…

These words live with you. These words still are in love with you!

Why the first one is the hardest one?

Gypsy — Sun, 27 Jun 2010 09:40:22 +0000

Before you ask me, let me tell you that this post would answer all questions of yours regarding my whereabouts and the reason for no-show, whatsoever. Now, that I have managed to get you all settled, here I go.

Life is a journey and well, we all love being travelers. The whole idea of finding your destiny not only appeals to us but also excites us. Enough of philosophy, eh?! So, I was almost between three cities-or to be more accurate between two cities and one town- Delhi, Chandigarh, Simla…

The good news is that I am a post graduate finally, for those who consider degrees as education and the bad news was I had no job. Even though I call myself ‘gypsy’ and as much believe in the free-spiritedness, trust me I do need to earn as well.

Anyhow, coming back to what I essentially meant to write about. The first job is the hardest one; and when I say that minus all the part time jobs you’ve done, no matter how boring they were, the first full time job is the HARDEST. Here are a few reasons why…

You’ve to get up almost the same time everyday. EVERY SINGLE DAY!
You can’t bunk. No bunking. It is not your college or university where you can access how much of attendance you have and then go to sleep thinking ‘ah, all right I’d cover up next week.’
Also, even if you’re to make an excuse, the pleasure of sharing it is all gone. Like in college you can’t text your group at the eleventh hour saying, let’s bunk today or say see you in the second lecture-am sleepy.snooze!
The fact is there are no second lectures-it is a full day!
You are in a strange world with stranger people around. Lucky you if you’re around home, but for most of us it’s the other way around. We’ve to find another home which comes closest to being at home. And that takes a lot of time.
You’re apprehensive about the job, work, and culture of the firm you’re working with.
You don’t know how to react to jokes of your colleagues and maybe which is why silence is the best policy was ever said.
You wait for the weekend like anything and on the weekend you don’t know what to do.

Here are some of mine, add on yours

Last Post :(

Gypsy — Tue, 01 Jun 2010 17:20:02 +0000

This one seems and is the last post that would come up here on my website. Yes, tonight it becomes important to emphasize these words.

The value of somethings in life is only realized once they are gone. Though I have written, ranted and blabbered here, it is ironical that the place is been up and running since one year. Now I have to bid a goodbye to it as I kind of can’t afford it for now.

Thank you amitoj aka Nemesis for letting me have a space of my own.

Thanks everyone for being appreciative or critical at times, but more importantly reading me. Guess you can catch me on FaceBook, we still have a space to write notes there.

P.S you never know I might just return to blogosphere.

XOXO

Life in a circle

Gypsy — Wed, 05 May 2010 19:27:46 +0000

Sometimes, the best you can do is let go..sometimes the worst you can do is hold on…

It’s a strange world. A strange life.

It is a full circle, but you never get to complete one!

Most of the time…

Gypsy — Mon, 05 Apr 2010 16:08:42 +0000

Dedicate this Bob Dylan’s number to anybody who can know how much peace this one brings…

Most of the time
I’m clear focused all around
Most of the time
I can keep both feet on the ground
I can follow the path
I can read the sign
Stay right with it when the road unwinds
I can handle whatever
I stumble upon
I don’t even notice she’s gone
Most of the time.

Most of the time it’s well understood
Most of the time I wouldn’t change it if I could
I can make it all match up
I can hold my own
I can deal with the situation right down to the bone
I can survive and I can endure
And I don’t even think about her
Most of the time.

Most of the time my head is on straight
Most of the time I’m strong enough not to hate
I don’t build up illusion ’til it makes me sick
I ain’t afraid of confusion no matter how thick
I can smile in the face of mankind
Don’t even remember what her lips felt like on mine
Most of the time.

Most of the time she ain’t even in my mind
I wouldn’t know her if I saw her
She’s that far behind
Most of the time I can even be sure
If she was ever with me
Or if I was ever with her
Most of the time I’m halfway content
Most of the time I know exactly where it went
I don’t cheat on myself I don’t run and hide
Hide from the feelings that are buried inside
I don’t compromise and I don’t pretend
I don’t even care if I ever see her again
Most of the time.

And…

Gypsy — Sat, 30 Jan 2010 17:13:12 +0000

So, I told him…

Yes, I try, well, try-not to think about ironies of love, or even love for that matter..leaves me with a bad or sullen mood and a bitter taste…

And, what I didn’t tell him was

That somwhere I hoped and I hoped that love would find me again and take me in….

Cookie ‘n’ Cream

Gypsy — Wed, 20 Jan 2010 13:32:54 +0000

And the madness was there-intact-but what made the difference was that there was no need of hiding it or even showing it, for they both knew each other well enough, to be scared, to care and to pretend everything would burn down to the philosophy they shared, the jokes they cracked, the nostalgia they suffered and the love they just won’t get into!
It was a bright day and a warm one as well. The breeze was an add-on, and the weather could have been precisely dictated by one word…winter sun. And she noticed, how the fate has entangled them and somewhere, none of them was ready to let-go yet not to hold on also. The same fate had made them a kind of pre-requisites, parasitic at times, infalliable, and eventually a sort of-buffer-action for when either of them were messed-up.
They would throw words at each other, kisses at others, hugs were rare, but they were warm and comforting anyhow and they couldn’t stop talking to each other. The worst or the best was they knew what can hurt them…
Over the cup of Cappucino and Cookie ‘n’ cream, she found herself staring at him and saying
“I’m gonna propose you..”
He stared at her, open mouthed, somewhat in an amusing manner. She carried on lightly from there, like she had’t seen his reaction.
“…five or six years later. That would be it-there and there, there and then. You can say no or yes, and it won’t make a difference…and I’m going to tell you the reasons. Love,may be or may be not one of them..”

He smiled at her and said..
“Bitch, you better remmember that!”

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