The Real Love

It has been more than heaven of a week since he started behaving quite oddly with me. It was not the real him. I was worried, not about falling out of love with him, but worried if someone has found out. But still I was possessed by this dirty thought, is he trying to leave me for good?

We only meet on weekends. Both of us live a hectic life and quite well away from each other. We manage to find a day or two to cuddle up together somewhere in a hotel, but that happens rarely; two times in a month I guess. It has been long nine months since we started out. I quite well remember the day we met. I was sneaking up in the bathroom of a shopping mall trying to vomit out the vodka that was swirling and causing a wave of tornado in my stomach, when I saw him. Well, I fell in love instantaneously. Nine seconds they say, yes just nine seconds!

I was getting frustrated by his frequent hanging up, being busy line that he always thwarts out from his mouth. Frankly speaking, I was getting desperate now and quite curious and cynical. Well, shit happens, and if it happens to him, what will I do?

I decided to leave immediately. It was 10:45 PM on my watch. I thought for a while…shall I go? It can be a surprise though, he loves surprises…Yes… he does love surprises..

So I rolled out with my car. It was raining, and I dropped by a shop to buy some flowers. I smiled,  I can’t wait to meet him…a hour and a half to his doorway.

It was 12:15 AM by my watch when I arrived at his doorstep. I knocked. No one answered. I knocked again. After a minute or so, the door happened and yes, just as I guessed....Shit happens….

 And indeed, shit happened…..

I didn’t say anything, and I barged into the house. The girl followed me behind.

‘hey, well, can I help you,’ she said and I ignored.

‘well, wait up, what do you need? Whom do you want?’ she held my hand.

I stared at her, took a deep breath and said, ‘Where is he?’

‘He is in the bathroom,’

‘Call him,’

She looked at me for a while, and then went inside. My heart was thumping as though I just survived a freakishly closed accident. How did this happen?

After a minute or so, he came. He saw me. He gaped. He stared.

‘What’s this?’ I asked, furious, pointing at her.

 The girl was startled, amazed and was totally blank.

‘I can explain,’ he came up with.

‘So that’s why you were not receiving my calls so that you can fuck her right here, and kick me out of your life, huh?’ I yelled.

‘Excuse me, what’s going on here?’ she poked him.

‘You stay out of this bitch,’ I yelled at her, ‘tell me? We are together…. you love me okay…this was the same bed where we once slept together, you forgot all that?tell me,’

There was a moment of silence.

‘Okay, I mean,’ she fumbled, ‘you two are… well, gay?’

We both stared at her.

‘HOLY SHIT,’ she gaped at us, fear and shock was visible in her eyes.

‘You bastard,’ she yelled at him, took her bag and stormed outside.

The door banged and she was out of sight.

-The Viento

One Battle at a Time

I'm ready to fight,
in the war of life.
To find freedom and glory,
through struggle and strife.

I'm ready to sacrifice,
everything for that dream.
To churn my fate,
till I make butter out of cream.

But to give my all,
to that one fight,
all I ask from this world,
in the form of this rhyme-
Allow me to fight,
one battle at a time,
only one battle at a time.

-TheDreamer

The Monsoon...

Heavy rain and monsoon. Another day went by and I was still in the middle of this turmoil of my life. I parked my cycle near a bus stop. It was too heavy a task for me to cycle all the way back to my dark grim room. Grim, because I was the only entity living there since four years I joined his lab. Well, he has been compassionate and well, I should say, merciful these four years. I was fortunate. I was blessed.

He rightly says, ‘grab a beer and chill out, if your results are not coming up,’

Grab a beer! That’s easy to say. Yes, that’s easy to say…. But with whom?

I sighed as I looked up. It was dark; rain was heavy and I was drenched up to my throat.

I suddenly realised that I was not alone in this beautiful monsoon weather. Beautiful!

I saw a girl. She was fighting with the heavy droplets that distorted her hair and darkened the blue colour salwar she was wearing. It was her.

She probably didn’t notice me. For there was always this smile; there was always this smile every day on her face since we met.  We met! That’s strange…actually we smile at each other every day we come across back at our institute since the last three years.   We never met, infact.  We walk across each other…

I looked at her. There was this silver piece of earring she wore on her ears. It was always there. Always. I felt a slight tingle in my ears. I felt a song in the midst of this monsoon. Strange.

She cared to look up and saw me. I smiled. She smiled back. We returned our usual glance and got back to our own ways. This has been the usual procedure since the last couple of years. Sad and pitiable, isn’t it?

I desperately wanted to break the silence that we had been sharing all these years. But is it worth it? I was blank. I should talk.

I looked at her. She was beautiful. I sighed, well, she is beautiful... I tried to open my mouth and say how’s you! Bloody hell! A ‘how’s you?’ What should I then say! Where shall I start? What shall I start?   She noticed me staring and gaping at her.

She looked.  She smiled. I smiled back. And we returned to our usual ways. Great..

Worthless. Useless!  I gave up. I took out my phone and tried to mimic as if I was calling someone.  But before I can do that, her phone rang. Fate! Destiny perhaps… I gave that up too as she got busy with her electronic device. And minutes later a black sedan arrived beside me.

I glanced at her. She smiled at me. I smiled back. She hopped into the sedan. Seconds later, it disappeared in the rain.

I sighed.

Does she care?

Do I care?  

The Viento

silence..

How much can you hurt me?

If I just look up and smile?

Without you knowing

That I can love you forever while?

How much can you hate me?

If I just keep staring at you

With silence all around me

And for all you know its true?

How much can you ignore me?

If still I keep running after you,

Humming my worth silently,

The feelings I have you never knew?

How much can you make me pain?

As I had loved it all along,

The beauty in it again,

Is not it reflecting my beautiful song?

How much can you make me bleed?

The blood of love in heart i keep,

But still you never even care,

That it’s my love all around here?

How much can you make me cry?

By the words that you easily say,

And yes, I knew, for you I am a lie,

For sorrows say will never fade away??

How much can you hurt me?

If I just look up and smile,

The love for you,

Will be there forever while.

The Viento

Dust.........!!!

Firstly, as you see, the blog is dying and well i can say it is dead....Nobody but me, is trying its best to keep it alive......but i will as i said i will...

Secondly,
Its more than what i thought it would be. Mr. Xabp, if by any chance you are reading it, life has changed drastically out here, after you left. Your theories and then modified innovative ideas of us, well, they are smoked into a pile of dust (your roomies were the first to do that, by the way), none the less, there is nobody to push up the system-of-ideas. Just one word. Gone.GONE.
Pathetic. I am tuned into myself these days. Shortly there is this idea that i will share.....

So thanks anyway,

Take a bow.....


The Viento

Rennaiscence at home once agan....!!!

10:25 PM
JC Bose Library
Temperature 20 degree Celsius ( thanks to the AC)

Can't be much happier. Back at home, and back is my freedom. Freedom can be anything. Like spanking my roomie's ass as hard as i want. just a prick of joke. No Offence! But i m beyond my own bliss to know what i am writing and to take any offence from someone who reads this piece of shit!! Well, half of my classmate's are out here, doing what we call scientific projects. But to be frank and to be righteous, we and many of my friends hardly know there exact topic or their exact title!! Funny, right?

I met Naman and we laughed our ass off when we both idiots started talking about Aishwarya....well, i wont exactly divulge now what exactly i mean by that! But still, it was hell nice to see most of our friends out here.

Precisely, i would like to tell that, now atleast i can shout my throat off, i can sleep till evening, and who cares!!

But what in your view can be actually  be the fact that i am back  for good and yet you think that i have gone crazy?? No way!!

The Viento