Lime Light

I wish all this could stop for a moment. The sounds of the keyboard, the occasional beeps from computers that are accidentally un-mute, the rolling sounds of chair wheels and the light chit-chatter so scattered all over the floor.

I wish I could stand up, and all the lights would dim.
Only one light, one limelight shining over me.
As I look around,
I see cubicle walls going down,
without noise, silently falling like dominoes,
wherever my sight goes.
All people will walk slowly and in awe towards the wall,
but facing me, making sure they miss nothing at all.
And then another limelight shines at a spot in the crowd.
Two lime lights in the dark, one over me and one on a stranger, as the others stand in awe.
As that limelight moves from amidst the crowd towards me,
I see her coming along, her face now clear,
no stranger, no more.
Oh Lord! that heavenly face and the limelight above,
how beautiful she looks, how subtle her smile.
She approaches me, and the limelight follows, my heart skips a beat,
with every gentle step she takes my pulse takes a leap.
As she walks, a music with gentle beat is being played,
strings strummed in melody somewhere in the dark.
The lime lights collide, our bodies meet,
I take her in my arms, Oh! That scent so sweet.
The music now louder, more strings being played,
we swing our bodies to grace, as we dance our way.
Oh beautiful you are, angelic I must say,
this smile those eyes, I wish the crowd was away.
The music being played so romantic, so great,
I feel to sing a poem, for the one who shares,
her limelight with me.

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Deal

Jon: Why r u sad? You don’t have any more reasons to be sad, then why?

Sean: No more reason. Are you sure?

Jon: I think so. Do you?

Sean: I don’t know.

Jon: Well then why? Why be sad on something you don’t even know. Why for something that happened so long back and is no more there and should not even matter any more. Do you have any idea how long back it was? Any idea?

Sean: 2 yea…

Jon: More than 2 years buddy. More than a fucking 2 years. And what you had going on before that was not even a proper 1 year. What you still keep in your heart safe from everyone was not even longer than the time that has passed since it ended. And no one cares for it anymore. No one.

Sean: I do.

Jon: Yes, but you should fucking stop caring about it all. There is no point. You don’t know if the things that have stopped you from moving might have already moved on. You may be the only person thinking about it buddy, no one else. No one. I know that even though less than a year, what you had was enough for you to live for. But …

Sean: Its alright

Jon: What?

Sean: I said its alright.

We both cant be thinking about it. I want a part of us to keep moving on, to live the present. Let me be here; safe in the times that I thought will never break apart from me, the times when we used to be together as one individual, living life as anyone would. But now we have to live like this. I assure you that I will surface only when we are alone. I know why you are not comfortable listening to romantic slow music in front of everyone; you are afraid that I might come out. You don’t have to worry about that any more. I have learnt to live hidden, breathe subtly and be unnoticed. You be the one that everyone meets and lives with. You be us when we walk with the world and let me breathe and cry silently whenever you sleep.

Jon, I am not going to move on. Everyone thought I should and I guess that is why you were made. We are both one. Two personalities we may be, but of one individual. Lets live our roles. Deal?

Jon: Look this still doesn’t feel right to me, but I guess those are the things you have to put up with when you are the other side of a split personality.

A deal it is.

Stop getting Married!

What’s up with everybody getting married so soon. I am just 23, did something happen? Did some weird experiment from a Secret Government Project catalyze the growth of everyone and only me and few others escaped it or everyone is actually getting married at an age when they should be just friends and lovers instead of spouses?

Maybe I am overreacting, but hey, with the pace my friends are getting married by the time I will be 25, I will be the only person in any of my friend circles single and available. I mean think about it. All of my friends married and in a serious bond with some one else, and I will be the only one calling them for hang outs which mostly will be responded with a negative answer because now, they have their own family to be with. And I will be like this 25 year old geeky guy, who shops alone for cool clothes every week so that he can go out for the coolest parties alone.

AAAAA! God! This is an emergency. I should be making new friends, friend who will not get married until they are at least 28. I should develop a social network and look out for people who have no plans to get married soon and also have a strong resolve to not marry any one till 28. Wait, I can do that on Facebook. No No, searching for people, talking with them to find out when they will be getting married and then making them friends, I sound like a psychopath to myself.
Phew!
Friends, help me out here. I know that everyone have their own ways of living, and that apparently for you guys marriage is an “emergency”. I mean I know by the time you were about to complete your graduation your were probably thinking of signing the marriage certificate more than the score on your graduation certificate. Its obvious after years or months or sometimes just days (Seriously!) of happy love-sweetened relationships, its always fun to ruin it by marrying the person. Wait! Did I just say that? Oh yes I did. Anyway, I am happy for all you guys, but don’t let your marriage be the last time we meet as friends. I might be just Paranoid here, but hey you can’t blame me. Its not going to be you looking lame and lonely at a corner table of a vibrant pub when your are 25.

Happy Marriage all of ya!
Hey others! seriously! if you are not planning to be married by 28 – Friends?

Hare Krishna

I don’t know the reason for this sudden love for Krishna. But since the past many days I have been seeing him everywhere.

Wearing a yellow dhoti, the dark skinned, divine, Krishna. People know Lord Krishna from the legends, where the words he said formed the holy book – Bhagwad Geeta, and from his prominent role in one of the Greatest epics ever  – Mahabharata.

But there is also the other side. The Krishna that is a lover at heart. The Krishna with a gentle body, playing his flute amidst the pleasant leaves and cheerful waters. I have been seeing this Krishna for quite some time now in my dreams, may be because I have been planning to learn flute. My parents will tell me that there is something more to these dreams than just the desire to learn flutes, and honestly, I would want my parents to be right about this. Oh, how he stands wearing a plain yellow dhoti, with a lean body, holding a flute and a smile that defies any belief that you have in bad. I don’t know how much of a believer I am in Gods, but I certainly want to believe that you existed.

A divine face, yet so gentle
your delicate hands, adore the flute
That melodious wind, so elemental
A sound so subtle, yet the world mute

Hare Krishna…

The Face treatment

I am always amused by the cool names they have on the menu card for facials and what not; always thought of trying one of those and today finally I gave in to my curiosity. This was not the first time someone was going to “work” on my face, however this is surely the first time someone professional was going to “treat” it. I was not sure of what exactly I wanted to do so I pretty much pointed towards my face, and the areas I thought could look better (God knows how), and said “Well what do you think? What should I go for?”

The lady holding the menu card suggested two or three names and the total cost and I, even though by the time she said the total cost just wanted a simple haircut, said with some pause “Alright.”
After the haircut and a quick shave I was told to go in a room, dim lit by a blue light and enough space for the bed and some weird machine and a chair that was there. A girl came in and told me to lie down, she switched on the tube light and from there it was a spree of jellies dumped and massaged on my face and neck. I had no idea that a young lady would be doing this, had I known I would have taken precautions, for starters I would not have worn a loose track pant. As she started massaging my face I had a constant fear the she might arouse me and given my loose track pant she would notice it. However, God’s grace, her touch was either  too professional or I was too scared, whatever the reason was, nothing like that happened. Saved me a lot of embarrassment.

Well soon after that, I sensed hot air blown onto my face. God! initially it was hard to breathe, with all the hot steam blown on my face I was trying to breathe calmly and ward off all weird thoughts of being an alien abduction victim tortured for science. I don’t understand why I think like that sometimes. Anyway soon amidst the steam, I felt her soft hands rested on my cheeks (face cheeks) and then, “Ouch!” that pain, it was like she was digging a hole in my nose. My Ouch made her ask if this was the first time I am doing this. Hmmm, an Ouch and the other person asking if this is the first time, I wonder where else I have heard that. I controlled my chuckle and said “Yes, is there more like this.” She explained that she was removing the black heads from my nose and there is a lot more to go. The next 5 minutes was just excruciating pain. She also “threaded” my nose for some hair she found there.

Wow! that pain, I was on something which looked like a massage table and a lady was torturing me. After all that I totally deserved a happy ending – just to cheer me up. I chuckled on that thought and I was scared again. What if  she noticed the chuckle, she will ask me why I smiled, a guy smiling when his nose is ripped apart – that should raise suspicion. Quick! think of some joke, a cover up joke, no not the happy ending line, that is not what you call cover up. Yes, if she asks why you chuckled, you will tell with a French accent, no why do you need the accent, no accent; you will tell “Well after all that pain, I wont be surprised if I open my eyes to find a tribal tattoo inscribed on my nose.” Phew, Good.

Well she did not ask. The next 30-40 minutes was just me napping and she playing with creams on my face. At last she said “We are done.” I got up and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked, how should I put it, different. I was not sure if that was better, but yes, different. As I walked outside the room, I felt like all of them were looking at me, judging me for some reason. I paced towards the counter and gave my credit card, and also ended up taking an annual family membership of the salon. I thanked the girl who did things to my face and came back home.

My mom noticed a change, and the first thing she went for was the credit card bill.
“What in heaven! Are you kidding me with this bill?”
“Nope. That would be inflation.”