31 Jan 2012


उनकी आँखों से चाहत बहती चली गई,
हमने न रोका उन्हें...कहते हैं वो फिर शाम के आते ही चल दिए;
हमने बाट देखि नहीं थी, मालूम था वो नहीं आएँगे...
...आंसूं अब आते नहीं, खाली आँखों में अब नींद भी कहाँ बची है...
रूह की खोज में चार कदम चले तो देखा वहां तो वो भी खड़ा है जिसको हमने कभी पत्थर दिल कहा था;
आज वो मुझे देख कर मुस्का रहा है, कहता है, तू भी वहीँ है जहाँ मैं था, तू भी वही है जो मैं हूँ. 
...वही तो नहीं हूँ मैं, वहीँ तो नहीं हूँ मैं. 
...तारों से अब बातें नहीं होती क्यूंकि मैंने चाँद की राह देखि थी...अब तो चाँद से भी बैर किया है. 

...आधे आधे पूरे नहीं होते, आँखें मूंदु भी तो क्या? नींद के शहर में ही सपनों का ठीकाना है. 

...वो मेरी नींदों का हिसाब रखने लगा है, पर सपनों के सौदागर तू रातों को कहाँ खोया रहता है? 

p.s. try not making sense of the lines above, it is gibberish at best.

21 Jan 2012

bOObs DON'T talk.

Where do you look when you speak to a lady? (Lady = me)
You look in her eyes, not look too intently (unless you have specific intensions) but specially, especially NOT HER BOOBS. For the simple fact that the tits DO NOT SPEAK, or for that matter they don’t even listen to what you are saying ( and when you are boring the shit out of me even I am not listening to you).
This well dressed, very annoying friend (though have to really consider calling him that again) sat across me as we met after 2 years. I expected pleasantries, but he was the businessman who came in with three proposals to give my sagging career a welcome break. Not that I need it (not that the career is not thanda but ‘coz I decide the pace) but I appreciate that he considered me for that particular bore-karo-session.

And then he started talking. My boobs suddenly seemed like the North Pole and his eyes the arrow of the compass that kept pointing to them.

I ignored it (I am attractive enough to understand that =P)

Then I waved my hand (I wanted to subtly tell him that I am noticing)

Then I asked him to talk to ME.

Still he kept doing it, I rushed through the dinner and finished the early dinner earlier than intended.

I have a lot of guy friends and no one does that, or maybe they are too subtle ( or maybe they consider me a dude =|) it is not exactly such a wrong thing to do, I mean you look at my eyes, you look at my boobs, what is the big difference right? But you won’t eat with your nose or breathe with your palms right? So when you are talking to me use the right body parts, when you are perv-ing use the right ones.  

The other problem was, I realized that even when he was addressing the boobs, he was making perfect sense, like he was looking at another wall. Come on. Really? If you are looking at something that is so attractive that you are getting distracted, get distracted sahi se.

This made me realize three things:

One that my face is not half as attractive as my boobs (which were not even highlighted I mean I was wearing a very loose kurta style shirt) and the second that the boobs were not even attractive enough for him to mince words.
(neither of the above make sense coz I have very pretty eyes and I can get people to vouch for it, no really) (and no, am not going to justify the second observation. =|)

The third was this was the fact that this is not making me uncomfortable but confusing me so there should be something fundamentally wrong with me. 

In short I had a not too interesting Saturday evening.


And all you guys reading this : BOOBS DON’T TALK.