tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40195061667800725802024-03-21T11:29:33.086-07:00Harleen VijHarleenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14381937053229432408noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019506166780072580.post-431859475847861472017-10-27T04:51:00.000-07:002017-10-27T07:09:18.821-07:00Irfan Pathan - Living my Dream<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;">To believe in fairytales, you got to live one. And, I couldn't have asked for a better version than this for myself. In fact, the reality is far more beautiful than what a fairytale could have been. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">It was December 2003, India was touring Australia and the team's spearhead and my favorite Zaheer Khan was injured and a lanky 19 year old with curly hair and the cutest smile made his Test debut. Little did I know I would be falling head over heels for this 19 year old boy, Irfan Pathan. Initially, it was his bowling that caught my attention. It wasn't just me, the entire nation was swooned by his swinging ability so much that he was touted to be the next Indian bowling sensation. Moving over his bowling, his charming smile and luscious curls made me go weak in my knees. </span><span style="font-size: large;">I had been following his game ever since. Every mention of his in a newspaper article would find its way into my scrap book which is kept intact till date.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">My fairytale started in 2013 when Irfan joined Twitter. My happiness touched cloud nine. After almost a decade of loving him, doting him, adoring him; I could now express it to him. A place where he would at least read if not respond to whatever I had to say to him. It all began with numerous mentions every day. My day would start and end with salutations to him (It still does. I can't sleep without wishing him good night!). Sometimes he would RT the mentions but never reply or interact in any way. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">It was on Eid in 2014 when everything changed. I wished Irfan and asked him for a 'follow back' as my Eidi half expecting him to oblige. To my utter astonishment, he did! I was elated beyond measures. I was in office and was barely able to contain my happiness. I tweeted a thanks to him and made 'n' number of calls to tell my near and dear ones. I was so excited that I forgot I could now DM him and thank him personally! (I still forget this in excitement!) People who were happy to know congratulated me and the cynical ones added, 'Arey he'll unfollow tomorrow.' Their cynicism rubbed on me and very stupidly I tweeted him asking not to unfollow. Yes, I was that a silly fangirl. I still am. Shall always be for him. #ForeverAnIrFAN :D</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Mujhe Eidi me follow back dedo <a href="https://twitter.com/IrfanPathan?ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw">@IrfanPathan</a> I promise I won't bug you with unnecessary DMs.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">— #HappyBirthdayIrfan (@VeiledDesires_) <a href="https://twitter.com/VeiledDesires_/status/493990028238807040?ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw">July 29, 2014</a></span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-size: large;">After that, I kept bugging him in DMs. Talked, talked and talked and he was sweet enough to reply, to fulfill my silly requests like changing his DP, taking a selfie challenge etc. Not once did he ever wince upon whatever I said or did. Though I made sure to keep asking him if he was being irritated by me in any way. As time passed by, a relation of mutual trust and fondness was built. I was struggling in my career and one point and Irfan was my go-to man. He offered help without being asked for. There was a time when I had decided to give up, but h</span><span style="font-size: large;">is words of wisdom, motivation and appreciation kept me going. Now, he knew of my existence. I wasn't just another fan for him. He knew me. But, as human as I am, I wanted to talk to him and meet him. So, next year, 2015, I made a wish to talk to him over the phone this Eid. Though we already had each other's numbers, I didn't want to breach that line.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">In July 2015, after Eid, he entered Jhalak Dikhla Jaa as a contestant and the show had an arrangement where you could call and talk to your fave contestant via phone. I had just decided to try my luck when I got a call from the show saying that Irfan wanted me to be the one calling him on the show! After that phone call, he invited me to Bombay on the sets and finally on 6th of August 2015, I cherished my 12 years long dream of meeting Irfan Pathan. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The journey didn't end there. This is a dream with no end. </span><span style="font-size: large;">In 2016 when Irfan tied the knot with Safa, I was certainly heartbroken but he soothed the hurt by inviting me to his wedding. Later that year in November, he was in Nagpur to play a Ranji game and he met my family. The way he and Yusuf bhai met and talked to my family, never felt like they weren't a part of it. Such humble beings they are. My niece has grown fond of both of them ever since that evening.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I have known Irfan from a distance since 2003 and from very close quarters since 2014. And, there's not a bit about him that is different. The only difference, perhaps, is that I have personal experiences to narrate and tell people about his humbleness. To love back a fan the way he did, can only be dreamt of. The ever smiling and calm demeanor of his' can soothe all the restlessness in you. He never fails to provide words of encouragement when needed. Has helped me not only in my personal matters but many a friends of mine who needed help. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I have always said that words fail me when I have to talk about or tell what and how much Irfan Pathan means to me. Today, I tried to put it in words on occasion of his birthday but I know, for the writer in me, this is not even half close to doing justice to what I feel for him.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">PS: You shall always be loved, always ;)</span><br />
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Harleenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14381937053229432408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019506166780072580.post-3455368363269368432017-03-27T14:49:00.003-07:002017-03-27T14:49:55.636-07:00Pandraah Baras<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Barso'n baad aaj woh letter pad khola<br />
Jis mein tumhe khat likha karti thi.<br />
Woh neeche kinari pe bane gehuwe phool<br />
Aur upar mein banni udhti chidiya'n.<br />
Main woh phool thi, murjhati aur phir khilti<br />
Tum un azaad panchhiyo'n ki tarah, khud mein mashgool.<br />
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Kuch pandrah solah khatt likhey the tumhe<br />
Abhi bhi kuch warq bachhe hain is mein.<br />
Meri nazr uss akhri khatt ki chaap par padhi<br />
Ek dheemi si hassi mere labo'n se chhooth gayi.<br />
Yun to mujhe woh aaj bhi zabaani yaad hai<br />
Har ik woh khatt jo tumhe likha tha.<br />
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In lafzo'n pe haath phera to woh zakhm sabz ho utha<br />
Hijr ka woh akhri khatt aaj bhi be-jawaab hai.<br />
Tumhari khamoshi ke kayi'n matlab nikaale the maine<br />
Lekin koi bhi mere dil ko behla na saka.<br />
Aksar sochti hoon agar tum likhtey to kya likhtey<br />
Phir har uss jawaab ke badle main apna jawaab sochti.<br />
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Tumhare jawaab ke intezaar mein main waqt ka hisaab bhool baithi<br />
Aaj jab ispe woh akhri khatt ki tareekh dekhi to khud pe hass padhi.<br />
Pandrah baras beet gaye hain uss din ko<br />
Aur main aaj bhi tanhaayi mein uska jawaab sochti hoon.<br />
Shayad tumhe woh khat mila hi na ho<br />
Shayad tumne usse padha hi na ho<br />
Agle pandrah baras yeh soch ke guzaar lungi.</div>
Harleenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14381937053229432408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019506166780072580.post-88082181973160437472017-03-14T10:29:00.000-07:002017-03-14T10:55:15.211-07:00Khandar<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
sadak ke modh par jo woh khandar hai<br />
aaj usse kareeb se dekha maine<br />
woh waqt se kumlayi mat maili deewarein<br />
woh sar se paer tak cheenkhti daraarein<br />
unhe sun ne ke liye, main bheetar chali gayi<br />
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tooti dehleez mujhe dekh muskura di<br />
sehmi se maine ek kadam andar ki or rakha<br />
baase ashiyaan ki bu thi uss khandar me<br />
haan, kabhi kisi ka ashiyaan to raha hoga<br />
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dining table pe toote hue do pyaale the<br />
shayad akhri baar unhone yahin chai pi hogi<br />
un baaton ki dhool se mez dhaka hua tha<br />
wahi bagal mein ek pen bhi thi.<br />
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theek table ke peeche ek toota photo frame tha<br />
makdi ke jaalo se bhara hua<br />
usme lagi hui tasveer kuch fat si gayi thi<br />
haseen lamhe ko sanjo kar maano thak si gayi thi<br />
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yeh khule hue jharokhein intezaar mein jhaanktey hain<br />
aate jaate koi to yahan nazar karey<br />
aaye, baethe phir yahan koi<br />
aur iss khandar ko ashiyaan kare.<br />
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Harleenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14381937053229432408noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019506166780072580.post-24196283511855146092016-06-23T09:53:00.002-07:002016-06-24T07:27:55.472-07:00Innocence Raped<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 150%;">His fingers caressed her neck moving around her clavicles. She
giggled, innocently, saying, 'It's tickling, uncle. Please stop.' He didn't pay
heed to her requests. He lifted her up and straddled her on his knees. She
played with the pen in his pocket. Unaware of her uncle's intention. She kept
giggling merrily until uncle's hand reached to her panty. 'Uncle, mama said
nobody is allowed to touch me here. Not even papa. I'm not liking this.' She
tried to jump off his lap. He held her by hand and pushed her closer. 'Okay. I
won't touch you there but can uncle give you a <i>kissie</i>?' She smiled, 'Yes, uncle.' He grabbed the opportunity with
his lips and sucked her's blue.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Mia was wounded for life that day. The lascivious intentions of her uncle
scarred her in a way that changed her life.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Mia pulled
away and jumped off his lap, sobbing. She was too young to understand right and
wrong but, she did understand that she didn't like what had happened. That
night, when her mother tucked her into bed, Mia was quiet. She didn't want to
listen to a bedtime story. Her mother ignored the changed behaviour. Her
mother's indifference made her withdraw into a shell. Mia didn't speak about
the incidence.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Every other
day when her uncle came, she resisted meeting him but, like most parents
failed, her's did too and she was made to sit with him, mostly in his lap. A setting
where he picked up every opportunity to innocently exploit her innocence. One
night, at bedtime, she confessed her feelings to her mother, 'Mama, I don't like to be with uncle.' She clutched to her mother's waist and wailed leaving her mother confused. Everybody thought he was her favorite uncle. 'Why?' her
mother asked. 'He touches me where even papa is not allowed to touch. I told
him many times that I don't like it.' <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Her mother sat
still on the bed trying to fathom what she had just heard. How could his
brother do that to her daughter! Why didn't she ever noticed his behaviour with
Mia?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Today, Mia
turned 18 and her uncle stood in front of her with his 7 years old daughter.
She was seeing him, today, 14 years later after that night. He smiled at her
but she turned away. The wounds of childhood weren't healed. They never will.
He is the reason she doesn't trust any man in her life. Not even her father. He
didn't only rape her innocence but also dented her mental health for the rest
of her life.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Harleenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14381937053229432408noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019506166780072580.post-88420577416916874752016-02-17T03:33:00.001-08:002016-02-17T03:33:39.464-08:00वोह रात (Woh Raat)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: 12.8px;">तुम्हें लिखते लिखते न जाने कितने कॉफ़ी के कप खाली किये थे उस रात मैंने। तुम्हारे जाने के बाद की हर रात की कहानी लिख डाली थी। उन पन्नों पर तुम्हें लिख तो दिया था मगर तुम्हें खुद से अलग न कर सकी थी। उलट पलट के उन पन्नों को बार बार देखा। कईं देर तक देखती रही। फ़िर, एक चिंगारी सुलगाई और तुम्हे फूँक डाला। बरसों बीत गयी है उस रात को मगर आज भी, मेज़ पर रखे उस गुलदान में पड़ी उन पन्नों की राख में तुम्हें ज़िंदा रखा हुआ है। </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.8px;">Tumhe likhte likhte na jaane kitne coffee ke cup khaali kiye the uss raat maine. Tumhare jaane ke baad ki har raat ki kahaani likh daali thi. Unn panno par tumhe likh to diya tha magar khud se alag na kar saki thi. Ulat palat ke unn panno ko baar baar dekha. Kayi'n daer tal dekhti rahi. Phir, ek chingaari sulgaayi aur tumhe phoonk daala. Barso'n beet gayi hai uss raat ko magar aaj bhi, mez par rakhe uss guldaan mein padhi unn panno ki raakh mein tumhe zinda rakha hua hai.</span></div>
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Harleenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14381937053229432408noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019506166780072580.post-50007527819157622922015-11-29T02:29:00.000-08:002015-11-29T02:45:47.504-08:00Khaamoshi<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Ek lambe arsey baad miley the dono<br />
Saath khaamoshi le kar aaye the<br />
Bahut kuch kehna tha<br />
Bahut kuch sun na tha<br />
Lekin..<br />
Khaamoshi bolti rahi<br />
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Un khaamosh lamho'n mein<br />
Bahut kuch kaha dono ne<br />
Bahut kuch suna bhi<br />
Lekin..<br />
Labh unke hiley nahi'n<br />
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Sehmi nazar se ek dusre ko taraasha<br />
Woh baalo'n mein ugti hui chaandni<br />
Woh maathe pe waqt ki daraarei'n<br />
Aaj bhi woh chehra utna hi haseen tha<br />
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Dheemi si muskaan ke saath<br />
Sharm se usne jhuka li aakhei'n<br />
Maano jaise woh keh raha tha<br />
'Tum aaj bhi utni hi haseen ho'<br />
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Haule se guzarta hua waqt<br />
Yakh-basta ho gaya<br />
Beeti sadi ki yaadei'n<br />
Kaano mein gunguna gaya<br />
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Baithe rahe woh khaamosh<br />
Aur guftgu chalti rahi<br />
Bahut kuch kaha dono ne<br />
Bahut kuch suna bhi<br />
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Ek arse ke giley shikwe the<br />
Khaamoshi se hi sulajhne the<br />
Suljhe lekin..<br />
Waqt ulajhta chala gaya<br />
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Harleenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14381937053229432408noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019506166780072580.post-77579478170711337132015-05-20T04:52:00.000-07:002015-05-20T04:52:24.791-07:00Indifferent Love <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He watched an ice cube melt over her navel. She quivered,
watching him, as water trickled down. He moved closer and made circles around
with his tongue making her let out a soft moan.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He moved over her straddling himself on her thighs. He held onto
her hands as he bent down over her navel. The ice cube kept melting. Water kept
trickling down her curves making her tickle with passion. He let out a warm
breath over the navel and drank the melted water from the goblet of her navel.
He poured a drop of red wine into her. Savoring both, her navel and wine, he
moved his hands over her bosom.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He cupped her bosom while savoring wine from her navel. She
tried to curl her legs but he stretched straight on her holding her legs with
his'. She let out a pleasurable moan. He kept licking at her navel. She began
to plead, she was being tortured albeit pleasurably. He made her helpless with
holding her hands and legs.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He began moving upward leaving a trail of intoxicated kisses
from her navel to the bosom. He stopped, looked up into her eyes, gave a
notorious smile and bit on her left areola. She screamed, in pain and desire.
He crushed her nipple between his teeth, mercilessly. She cried a moan until he
began caressing it with his lips, softly.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He moved his hand over her right bosom while playing with his
tongue over the left one. Squeezing and stroking one, sucking and licking the
other one. She trembled under him. She moved her free arm on his back sliding
downwards to his buttocks. She spanked him taking him by surprise. He stiffened
and froze when she spanked him, harder, the second time. He let out an
astonished moan. A moan that told how much he loved the surprise.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She winked at him. He smiled back as he bent down and locked
lips. He kissed her slow. Very slow. She moved her hands over his back, gently,
making circles with her tender fingers. She moved them down on his buttocks and
pressed him towards herself. He smiled on her lips knowing precisely what she
meant. It was time to go down. Her libidinous demons were waiting to be
exorcised.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He broke the kiss and began sliding down. On the way he kissed
her on chin, moved further down to her neck where he left a trail of wet
kisses. Onto her bosom where he said a wet hello to both. A kiss on her
cleavage, a run for the tongue between that. He moved down to her belly. His
hands resting on her love handles. His lips kissing every inch of her skin. He
stopped at the navel and played with it for a while before sucking it. He moved
to her lower abdomen, just above her paradise. He drew a line across the area
with his tongue kissing slowly all around. At last, he came to her paradise,
looked up at her, gave a smile and let out a warm breath over it.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A loud ring distracted him. He turned around and saw the
deafeningly ringing alarm clock by the bedside. He shifted in his bed only to
realize he was dreaming, dreaming about the lost intimacy between them. She sat
across the bed tying her hair into a bun. Her curvy silhouette against the
morning sun made him crave for her. He stayed still in his side of the bed. She
stood up, without turning back to him, and disappeared in the bathroom. He laid
in bed with his dreamy eyes on the ceiling reminiscing the mornings when she
used to wake him up with kisses. He let out a loud sigh and turned his back to
the bathroom.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The breakfast table felt more like an obligation than family
time. Their home was devoid of laughter. Neither of them smiled. They had grown
ignorant of each other's presence in their lives, at least they pretended to do
so when left within the confines of their home. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He never felt as guilty as he did today morning for that fateful
night. The memory of that night was still fresh as a dew in his life. That was
the night their relationship took an unpleasant turn. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<b><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">1 year ago<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ravish and Namita invited envious gaze from everybody around
them. They were a couple who redefined marriage with love. Their love for each
other grew deeper with every passing day until that fateful night at a colleague's
house party to celebrate Ravish's phenomenal success in the company over a very
short span of time. Rumours about Ravish's sexual favors to their boss were
rife but Namita had downplayed them all this while until that cold December
night. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<b><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">That cold December night<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></b></div>
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<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The celebrations were loud with music & dance and alcohol
& food. The extravagant show of finesse in every department could
barely miss an eye. Everybody was high
in and on spirits dancing all night. Post 2 am, Namita felt exhaustingly tipsy
and went upstairs, away from the hullabaloo, in search of a place to relax. She
turned to the first room to the left and collapsed on the bed.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The door banged open, at around 3 am, waking Namita from her
drunk nap. She could barely manage to open her eyes. Her head was heavy and
tizzy. Her vision blurred with sleep. But, her pupils dilated and vision
cleared when she saw Ravish in a passionate lip lock with his boss, Mr. Das.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She froze in bed with eyes wide open in astonishment. Her heart
stopped beating. She couldn't fathom what she was witnessing. She knew she was
neither dreaming nor hallucinating. It was Ravish and Mr. Das, in the act,
caught unawares. Breathless, she witnessed the homosexual act of his husband
with his boss from under the comforter in that dimly lit bedroom. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Mr. Das's fingers were caressing Ravish's neck and his hands
were traveling down into the backside of Mr. Das's pants whilst their tongues
were rummaging each other's mouth. Ravish pushed Mr. Das towards him. Mr. Das
let out a moaning laugh. Ravish undid Mr. Das's fly and went down on him.
Namita didn't want to believe what she was seeing but she didn't have a choice.
She couldn't react. She laid numb in that bed witnessing it all. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ravish cupped Mr. Das's cullion and kissed at his tip. Slowly,
he moved Mr. Das into his mouth whilst Mr. Das enjoyed the pleasure with closed
eyes, loud moans and pulling onto Ravish's hair. A few minutes later, Ravish
stood up and undid his fly. His pants dropped down pooling around his feet. He
then turned around and bent over for his boss. Mr. Das spanked him as he moaned
aloud. Mr. Das moved a finger between his butt crack before plunging into him.
Namita closed her eyes and wept uncontrollably before mustering courage to
stand up and confront Ravish. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<b><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This day<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ravish wanted to apologize to her for everything he did but couldn't
dare speak a word. She sipped coffee while glancing through her newspaper. She
stood up and walked towards the main door. She turned back towards him as she
opened the door. He waited with bated breath for her to speak something. She
did. She said, 'Today's the last day,' and moved out closing the door behind
her. </span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Harleenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14381937053229432408noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019506166780072580.post-66495281705682023142015-03-31T13:17:00.002-07:002015-03-31T13:46:07.272-07:00यादों का बक्सा <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
वो बेसमेंट में रखा बक्सा<br />
जिस में तुमको कैद कर रखा था<br />
आज उसे निकाला है<br />
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तुम्हारी वो आधी सुलगी सिगरेट<br />
होठों से लगा कर इक कश भरती हूँ<br />
बीते दिनों का धुआँ छा जाता है<br />
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तुम्हारी वो अधूरी सी इक नज़्म<br />
उलट पलट कर बार बार पढ़ती हूँ<br />
वस्ल की वो शब का ख़्याल आ जाता है<br />
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तुम्हारी वो टूटी घड़ी का इक सटरेप<br />
आँखें आज भी नम हो जाती हैं<br />
टकरार की वो आख़िरी रात याद आ जाती है<br />
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ख़ामोशी से फिर उस बक्से को<br />
वापिस वहीं बेसमेंट में रख देती हूँ<br />
तुम्हारी यादों को दफ़न कर देती हूँ<br />
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Woh basement mein rakha baksa<br />
Jiss mein tumko qaid kar rakha tha<br />
Aaj usse nikaala hai<br />
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Tumhari woh aadhi sulgi cigarette<br />
Hotho'n se laga kar ik kash bharti hoon<br />
Beete dino ka dhuaa'n chhaa jaata hai<br />
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Tumhari woh adhuri si ik nazm<br />
Ulat palat kar baar baar padhti hoon<br />
Vasl ki woh shab ka khayaal aa jaata hai<br />
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Tumhari woh tooti ghadi ka ik strap<br />
Aankhei'n aaj bhi nam ho jaati hain<br />
Takraar ki woh aakhiri raat yaad aa jaati hai<br />
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Khamoshi se phir uss bakse ko<br />
Waapis wahi'n basement mein rakh deti hoon<br />
Tumhari yaado'n ko dafan kar deti hoon<br />
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#Nazneen</div>
Harleenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14381937053229432408noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019506166780072580.post-21214903593549670902014-08-15T01:04:00.002-07:002014-08-15T01:04:50.588-07:00Azaadi<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Viraasat mein mili hai azaadi inhei'n,<br />
Azaadi ki qeemat yeh kya jaane.<br />
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Purwajo'n ne khoon diya,<br />
Isliye aaj azaad hain hum;<br />
Uss khoon ki qeemat ye kya jaane.<br />
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Azaad desh mila raaj karne ke liye,<br />
Rajniti ke khatir iske tukdey kar daley.<br />
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Ithe khudgarz hue hai aaj log yaha'n,<br />
Apni jebei'n bharne ke liye kahi'n,<br />
Iss desh ki azaadi ko<br />
Jhooth ke bazaar mein kahi'n sasta na bech dale'n.</div>
Harleenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14381937053229432408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019506166780072580.post-66690767889857367702014-05-06T13:46:00.003-07:002014-05-06T13:46:59.622-07:00Train Journey from My Wildest Imagination<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Travelling was her first love and photography second, the
reason for Kaira Sinha to opt travel-photography as her mainstream career
option. She didn’t like the idea of traveling by flights. Meeting strangers and
getting to know them was her hobby. Hence she preferred traveling by train
despite the long hours. She had a long list of ‘Train Friends’, the people whom
she befriended on a train journey.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This time around she was traveling to the pink city- Jaipur.
Unlike her other train journeys, she wasn’t happy about this one the moment she
boarded the train. It was over crowded due to the holiday season and with many
passengers traveling on RAC and Waiting List reservation tickets. Something
that’s unavoidable about Indian Railways! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Kaira was allotted the side upper berth which she was happy
about until she reached her berth and found a Gujarati <i>auntie </i>sitting on the lower berth with whom she had a scuffle later
while arranging her medium sized backpack. The whole of the luggage area beneath
the berth was occupied by <i>auntie’s </i>luggage
and to add to Kiara’s irritation, half of the lower berth was also taken! After
a few harsh words Kiara adjusted her backpack below the lower berth. She caught
a guy staring right into her cleavage that was visible from her unbuttoned
crimson coloured chiffon top. She glared into his eyes and buttoned up her top.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The second good thing about travelling by train was that she
found plenty of time to read and since she was already irritated, she preferred
spending time with a book. The guy from the next compartment kept staring at
her on all the wrong places. She caught him looking at her breasts. He tried to
look away. He was lean, bespectacled with beard and moustache. His hair was
thick and black that fell flawlessly onto his shoulders. She tried to look away
from him when she saw him caressing his crotch while staring at her breasts.
She tried to ignore and got herself busy with her book. Suddenly she felt her
nipples tighten and she cursed herself for her desires being aroused. She tried
to ignore the needs of her body and the guy for rest of the day. </span></div>
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the day. She arranged her bedding and climbed up to her berth. She noticed the
guy staring at her ass as his hand carelessly caressed his crotch. Her muscles
south to her body clenched. She felt her nipples tightening again. She
hesitated and rushed to lie down before her desires could unveil shamelessly in
front of him. The drawn curtains made her feel safer and helped in keeping her
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She busied herself with the book again. He kept peeping at
her berth in a hope to find a hint. Her reading light kept him waiting but in
vain. After a while she closed the book and turned off the reading light. The
day flashed in front of her as she closed her eyes. All of a sudden she saw <i>that guy’s </i>face and her eyes opened,
startled she looked around to make sure he wasn’t there. She heaved a sigh of
relief on knowing it was just an illusion. To make sure, she raised the
curtains and peeped to find nobody around. She went off to sleep.</span></div>
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a cue. The idea made him uncomfortable in his underpants. He planned and
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Kiara felt a hand slid under her blanket from below the
curtains scaring the shit out of her until it reached for her right breast and
caressed it. She liked the caress on her breast and thought to play along. She lay
still for a few minutes then turned to face towards the curtains to give room
to the hand. The hand, alarmed, moved out when she caught it and placed it on
her bosom. This time it was her bare bosom. The hand played around more
fearlessly this time around. A few seconds later another hand appeared. The
hands caressed her breasts gently. She wanted more. Her desires were unfurled.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Suck them.” She ordered. The hands froze. Her heart thumped
at her own audacity. Hands lay frozen on her bosom for a minute then the
curtains rose and a face appeared. It was <i>that
guy </i>from the next compartment but without his spectacles. He smiled at her.
She moved forward and offered her breasts. “Suck,” she said again. He grabbed her
right breast with his teeth. He licked them like a child licks sugar candy. He
rolled his tongue over her nipple. She moved his hand over her other breast. He
grabbed the nipple between his index finger and thumb and squeezed it gently
while his tongue pleasantly tormented her other nipple.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She was oozing between her legs. She started caressing her
vagina. She couldn’t take it anymore. Holding back looked like a herculean task
now. “Climb up” she uttered even before she realized. His eyes popped. He
gulped a lump down his throat. “Climb up” she reassured.</span></div>
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tongues fighting and hands entangled. His crotch rubbed over her vagina. He was
hard as steel. She oozed at his touch and lowered her pants and undid his fly.
He loved the way she commanded him to proceed further. He moved down on her and
impatiently filled her up in an instant with a jerk. She opened her mouth to
let out a moan but he locked lips with hers for their good. She opened her eyes
wide and let out a moan into his mouth.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He thrust until they panted. “What a difficult one you are!”
He whispered. She blushed and pinned her nails into his back moving down to his
ass. She spanked and said, “Make me tremble. Will you?” He looked at her with
astonishment. “Please” she added. His thrusts gained momentum until she moaned
mutely. He fell down upon her after filling her up with his cum, “This is the
train journey from my wildest imagination” he said as both of them chuckled. </span></div>
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Harleenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14381937053229432408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019506166780072580.post-6278661378354472382014-03-25T10:34:00.002-07:002014-03-25T10:34:31.194-07:00Aakhri Mulakaat..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Who aakhri mulakaat ka adhura sa lamha,</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Ab bhi sannato’n mein shor karta hai.</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Uski aakhri mulaakat ki arz ne sabz kar di.</span></i></div>
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Harleenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14381937053229432408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019506166780072580.post-21486760648203492402014-01-22T23:14:00.000-08:002014-01-22T23:14:10.828-08:00Be-naam Nazm<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Likhne ko main aaj bhi likhti hoon lekin, </span><br />
<span style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Zehan mein ab kisika chehra nahi aata.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Be-matlab se hain yeh alfaaz mere, </span><br />
<span style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Inhe padhke ab kisika aks nazar nahi aata.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Khamosh si padhi rehti hai kalam kone mein, </span><br />
<span style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Shabh dhaley ab koi khayaal nahi aata.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Deedar-e-yaar ko tarse hai nigaah magar 'Nazneen',</span><br />
<span style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Door talak ab yaar ka wajood nazar nahi aata.</span><br />
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Harleenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14381937053229432408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019506166780072580.post-48212804732875044262013-01-07T11:40:00.000-08:002013-01-07T11:40:02.797-08:00Bahut mauke diye the tumhe....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Bahut mauke diye the tumhe mujhe rokhne ke liye,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Tum na jaaney kis masroofiyat* me uljhe hue the.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Bahut manaya tha maine apne dil ko ki rukh jau.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Tum na jaaney kis naraazgi ke shikaar hue the.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Bahut se khwaab piroye the un chaar dino me maine,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Tum na jaaney kis khwaab ke peeche deewane hue the.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Bahut koshish ki halat-e-marasim ko badalne ki maine,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Tum na jaaney kin halaaton se majbur hue the.<br /><br />Bahut haseen the woh din ye jaanti hu main,<br />Tum na jaaney kyun kuch roothe hue se the.<br /><br />Bahut peeche chodh ayi thi main tumhe us roz,<br />Tum na jaaney kyun aaj bhi lautne ki aas liye hue the.<br /><br />Bahut mauke diye the tumhe mujhe rokhne ke liye,<br />Tum na jaaney kis masroofiyat me uljhe hue the.<br /><br />#Nazneen<br /><br />*Masroofiyat: Busyness</span></div>
Harleenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14381937053229432408noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019506166780072580.post-24017301903031611912012-12-19T23:03:00.000-08:002012-12-19T23:03:16.437-08:00Ek Awaaz Uthakar to Dekho<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
A poem in wake of the Delhi gang rape case. It's for those you think that this issue is related to particular person or a region. This might not help but collectively, we can make a difference.<br />
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'Ek Awaaz Uthakar to Dekho'<br />
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Kab talak yeh sochkar chhup rahogey,<br />
Ki uss ghar mein aag lagi hain.<br />
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Pata bhi na chalega aur,<br />
Ek chigaari tumhaarey ghar bhi aa gireygi.<br />
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Royoge bahut, chillaogey tab;<br />
Naa ayega jab koi,<br />
Tab shayad yeh dard samajh paoge.<br />
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Aag chaahei'n jaha'n lagey,<br />
Iski lapet mein har koi giraft hota hain.<br />
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Aaj gar na roka isse,<br />
Kal tumhara ghar bhi sulag jayega.<br />
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Aao aaj awaaz uthayei'n;<br />
Kisi ek ke khaatir nahi,<br />
Janhit ke khaatir, hum ek ho jaayei'n.<br />
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Hain asar bahut awaaz-e-awaam mein,<br />
Khud ko kamzor samajhne ki bhool na karna.<br />
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Har-su badlega yaha'n ik roz,<br />
Tum fakt ek awaaz uthakar to dekho.<br />
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Harleenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14381937053229432408noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019506166780072580.post-83309887295408416022012-04-18T13:22:00.002-07:002012-04-18T13:22:36.148-07:00Arz Kiya Hai...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">A few of my shers for the shayari lovers!</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">Raat ka ye rumaani alam aur dil ki ye tanhaai,</span><br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">Mat puch ae 'Nazneen', </span><br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">Is pal dil ko kiski yaad ayi!</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"><br />
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</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Badla khudko uske khaatir is tarah 'Nazneen',</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Khade ho ab aaene ke saamne,</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Apna hi wajood dhundti hu.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Waqt ke khanjar ki ye talaash khatam to ho,</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Bahut jee chuki ae 'Nazneen',</span><br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Ab maut se mulakaat to ho!</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Do pal ki thi gar wo khushi 'Nazneen',</span><br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Gam bhi fir yeh muktasir hi hai.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Yunhi ek birha ki raat hum bhi miley the,</span><br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Yunhi auro ki tarah maine bhi kayi sapney bunne the.</span><br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Laut gaye ik roz tum un sapno ko tod kar,</span><br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Jee rahi hu mai un tukdo ke aks peero kar.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Guzarte hai jo raaste dil ki raahon se,</span><br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Untak woh pahuchte nahi.</span><br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Bebasi-e-hyaat hai kaisi ae 'Nazneen',</span><br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Milti hu har raat khwabo me unhe,</span><br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Haqeeqat me jo mujhse milte nahi.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Nind nahi ayi ankhon me meri,</span><br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Khwabo ko mere jabse tune alvida keh diya.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Ae rehguzar ishk ye ek karwaan hi to h,</span><br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Zindagi na khona fakt in do palo k liye.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Tum kya jaano hijr ki raaton ka nazaara 'Nazneen',</span><br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Sath khwabo me wahi hota h, hakeekat me jo paas nai!</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Wo chauraahein dikha do.. </span><br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Jo us raste le jaati h,</span><br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Laut gaya tha yaar mera jaha se..</span><br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">God me meri ruswaiya daal ke.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><br />
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</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"> </div></div>Harleenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14381937053229432408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019506166780072580.post-61250678445340118392012-02-19T14:12:00.001-08:002012-02-19T14:12:36.493-08:00Shor<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Shor sa tha bahut in kaano me,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Dil me ek be-chaini si thi.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Socha band kar du us awaaz ko,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Par na jaane wo awaaz kiski thi?</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Band hui wo awaaz,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Sath ankhein bhi meri band ho gayi,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Nadaan thi mai jo samajh na payi;</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Shor na tha wo kisi gair ka,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Awaz wo meri apni hi sanso ki thi.</span> </div>Harleenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14381937053229432408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019506166780072580.post-47311318260743119872012-02-10T12:53:00.001-08:002012-02-10T12:53:29.842-08:00Value of Love<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<div class="MsoNormal">Love is a highly misused word in today’s century. People seldom understand the depth & meaning of love. Love has many facets & meanings. Meaning of love changes in every phase of life. For a child, mother’s hug is love; for a teenager, having a partner is love; for an adolescent, having commitment is love & for an old person, companionship is love.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"> Love is multifarious. Every facet has something to give, as love always gives. Understanding love takes a lot of time. As the old saying goes, "A lost thing is cherished even more.” Same is with love. One realizes the value of love after it’s lost and loss paves way for regret and regretting anything is futile.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Love is the most cherish-able feeling in the world. Expressing and communicating are the two most important aspects in keeping love intact. Taking love for granted is a very common trait these days. True love has faded away. Meaning of love has changed enormously. In olden days love used to be <i>timeless</i> and these days love has become <i>time-pass. <o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Valuing a person in his presence is sensible than loosing him and then realizing his worth. The moment is now and it will never come back again. Letting go off a valuable thing is utter foolishness. Express your feelings before its too late.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div></div>Harleenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14381937053229432408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019506166780072580.post-87037021141795486652012-01-29T11:31:00.001-08:002012-01-29T11:31:58.373-08:00Time, Communication & Relationships<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<div class="MsoNormal">The world is shrinking as far as communication is concerned but this shrinking world has increased the radius of intimacy between relations. Everyone around is so engrossed in their own undertakings that they are unable to chalk out their priorities appropriately.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Like a sown seed needs continuous nurturing till it grows into a beautiful fruit bearing tree similarly relations too need continuous nurturing for their longevity. Giving time & communicating are the two integral nutrients required for a healthy relationship. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Relationships in today’s time keep going through stringent litmus tests. It has become difficult to maintain a healthy communication even amongst the closed ones. This is a cumulative result of various factors. The most common and toughest to deal with factors are lack of time and the ‘my space’ syndrome.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">People fail to understand that communication is the essence of a relationship and cutting down on the communication, whether knowingly or unknowingly, leads to sourness in the relation which turns bitter after a certain time. To avoid this, one should prioritize the time in an efficient way. The ‘my space’ syndrome creates a lot of communication gap between people. Everyone wants there space but in getting/providing that, the essence of a relationship is lost. Communicating your feelings is essential in every relation. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Nobody has time until they decide to find it. Just giving an excuse for lack of time is effortless. When one tries and wants to be in touch with a person, he’ll find out time by any means. Life is uncertain and no one knows what’s going to happen the next moment. Loosing a person and then regretting makes no sense. One should take care of the relation when the person is there. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div></div>Harleenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14381937053229432408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019506166780072580.post-88556296136169584142012-01-28T13:07:00.000-08:002012-01-28T13:07:24.573-08:00Marriage from a bachelorette's eye Part IV<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">It’s 2 am and I am still tossing in my bed thinking about Manav and our much hyped wedding. Feel like calling him and talking it out but there is something that is stopping me. Nothing hurts you more than the communication gap that you develop between you and your closest pal. Manav isn’t just my pal but he’s my soul mate and I am feeling guilty of avoiding him this way. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Are you sleeping sweetheart?” I was too restless so I called him up.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Am I in my dreams or are you actually on the phone?” He inquired in his lovely sleepy voice. I always love that tone of his.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“The way I have been behaving lately it might appear to be a dream but I am actually on the call baby. Can you talk to me?” I replied with the love showing in my tone.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Hmm.. Sometimes I wonder how I will survive with you for the rest of my life. You are just so unpredictable. I have known you since we were born but still I cannot judge your moves.” <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Come on sweetheart! You know me much more than I know myself. I love you!”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Aha! What’s the matter? Why are you being so romantic? Are you going to end this relation?” My over-show of love made him suspicious.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“I am trying to woo you with my love and you are predicting idiotic things. I guess you are still sleepy. It will be good to hang up now. I will call you tomorrow. Good night.” I got a bit irritated.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Hey sweetie don’t hang up. It’s been quite long since I’ve heard your sweet voice. It’s been long since you said I love you. I am glad that you called.” He sounded so love deprived. It made me feel even guiltier.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Making confessions is not an easy job. All of a sudden you start feeling a lot of guilt for what you have done and I was feeling too guilty to do this to my sweetheart.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Hey baby, I am really sorry for being so rude and selfish. I am already feeling that guilt. Please don’t make me feel it more by saying all this. I am really sorry.” I almost started crying.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Don’t cry sweetheart. I love you. Oh Ridhima, I am not a fool. Darling I love you though you treat me cruel. <span class="apple-style-span">You hurt me and you made me cry but if you leave me I will surely die.” He sang in his mellifluous voice. I just love it when he sings for me.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“I love you too sweetheart. I think you should go to sleep now. We will meet tomorrow.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“I don’t have a problem sweetie. If you want I can talk and if you say I can come over to your place.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“No I’ll be fine. Wanted to apologize and tell many other things too but will do that tomorrow. Good night. Love you.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Ok darling. See you tomorrow. Good night and I will always love you.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">His last words made me ease off my worries. I kept thinking of what will I say to him tomorrow. With all these thoughts running a marathon in my head, I kept tossing in bed till I fell asleep. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I woke up early the next morning; it was due the excitement I guess! I met Manav at a café for morning coffee.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Wow! I can’t believe that I am having a morning coffee with my girl.” He joked.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“I guess you going to have morning coffee with me for the rest of your life now.” I signaled him about what was going on in my mind.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“But will you be waking up early everyday?” He raised his eyebrows in astonishment.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“If you don’t want then I will not do so.” I winked at him.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Hmm.. Leave this. Tell me what is bothering my baby so much?” The smile on his face made me go weak in my knees.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Marriage.” I preferred coming straight to the point.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Tanya’s?” He inquired as if he wasn’t aware whose marriage I was thinking of.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Our marriage Manav!” I said in a candid voice.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Oh! Are you sure you want to talk about this?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Yes Manav. I am pretty sure about this now.” There was a confidence in my voice which he liked </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">but at the same time it gave him jitters. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“I am really sorry for being so selfish all this while. I love you a lot and I can’t afford to loose you. I’ve been avoiding this just because I am not confident enough of taking care of you and your family. You have known me ever since I was in my diapers. You are familiar with my lousy lifestyle. You know I can’t wake up early, I can’t cook, I am irresponsible, I am short-tempered, I am afraid of this big commitment and I love you! These things can be changed but I don’t trust myself for bringing these changes though I promise I will try my level best to change myself for you sweetheart. Now tell me, are you ready to spend the rest of your life with a girl like me?” I said it almost in a single breath.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">He held my hand, looked into my eyes, smiled, gave me a kiss and said, “I am aware of all these things Ridhima and I have already accepted you with it. All I wanted was a promise from you that you won’t ever let me go. I don’t want to rush into it until and unless you feel that you are ready for this and you don’t need to worry about these petty issues. Instead of you I will make morning coffee and I promise I will never complain about it.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Before he could say anything else, I was down on my knees saying, “So you promise to make me morning coffee without any complain ever?” He was astounded by this gesture of mine.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Of course sweetheart!” He bent down and gave me a kiss.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">That is what I wanted. The surety of being accepted the way I am. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I was relieved of a big monkey on my back and now it was time to celebrate. Though the marriage date wasn’t decided but getting the assurance for the same from me was a herculean task for my sweetheart.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The bigger challenge is yet to overcome and it is to tie the nuptial knot!<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #545559; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“I’ll be back by evening.” I rushed out of the home screaming. Immediately my phone rang, “Ya Ma!” “Where are you going? You don’t even bother to inform me. Did you have your breakfast?” Breakfast was her main concern. “Yes Ma I had it and I am going for shopping with Tanya.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">When your friends get engaged it becomes difficult to keep them updated with the happenings of your life and when they come to know from the other source (read Manav) you are declared guilty of an uncommitted crime. Tanya planned to meet up and as she knew I wouldn’t, she made up this shopping plan which I could not turn down. Not because I love shopping but I feel shopping is the best part of getting married and this was my best friend’s wedding.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">We met at a mall where we headed directly to the food court as I didn’t have my breakfast and I lied to Ma. She would soon find it out and call back to scold me.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Tring… Oh wow what a long life she has! “Yes Ma” I answered in a very low tone as I knew what the call was for.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“You lied to me. You didn’t have your breakfast. You don’t get up on time, don’t inform me, you wake up and rush out of home. When are you going to change yourself? You are 24 now.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“MA, I AM 23.” And I banged the phone.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Though just one year more in my age won’t make much of a difference but I always get irritated when she increases my age. As your age increases, parents start getting ‘marriage pangs’ and the intensity of these pangs is directly proportional to the age. And my Ma was no different especially now when Tanya was engaged.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Manav called me up.” Tanya broke the ice.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“What for?” <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“As if you don’t know?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“No I don’t know.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“What is wrong with you Ridhima? Why are you being so insane? You are avoiding all of us including Manav. What is the issue? You never ignored him in these 23 years. At least talk to him if you don’t feel like discussing it with us. After all you both will be tying the knot…”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Did Manav ask you to talk about this?” I interrupted with complete ignorance towards her talk. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“He didn’t. He just told me about your tiff the other day.” <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Ok. See Tanya you know me very well. I have to make a career before getting married. That is what I wish and I am not yet ready for the responsibilities that I’ll have to shoulder after marriage. I mean I am not saying that I will not marry Manav but I need some time.” Even I was confused about what I said.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Ridhima, Manav will never stop you from making a career. You know him better than I do. Don’t you?” Her voice was at her politest and sweetest.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Leave this, you tell how it is going with Abhinav.” I tried to change the focus from a fictitious marriage to the real one.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Why do you always switch topics? Why don’t you talk about it at once? The day you’ll start doing so, half of your problems will end.” She sounded like a typical Mommy types at this point. It showed that she is a grown-up, mature lady all set to get into the marital bond.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Ah! Will definitely talk about it today but at this point I want to hear your story. Please.” I could have never ever been politer than this while convincing.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“It’s a very good feeling.” She started blushing. “You finally know the one with whom you are going to settle down. The one whom you can rely blindly. The one who will always be by your side, no matter what the situation is. Now it feels like true love, true sense of belongingness.” </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Her eyes were sparkling with love.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Aha! Somebody is so lovestruck at the moment. I am too happy to hear that and happier to see you so happy.” This was the first time, since her engagement that I was genuinely happy about it.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Her stories of the love went on till, I don’t remember the hours exactly. All the while I kept wondering that it’s been just 2 weeks and she has so much to tell. So much love has been poured upon each other in just few days. My mind kept switching between her marriage and my marriage.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Hey enough of my stories let’s talk about you now.” She broke my thoughts. “Do you want me to call Manav over?” She intrigued with a little hesitation.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“I guess I should talk with you first. After hearing your experience, I am feeling a bit positive about it but in your case you don’t know Abhinav and I have grown-up with Manav. The best part about it is that he understands me so well and that is what the girl needs from her man. Manav indeed is my man but I feel I am not yet capable of being his woman. The major issue is that I feel to be unfit for this bond because I can’t take these responsibilities. You have seen us, every now and then I keep fighting with him and he tolerates my tantrums but will he be able to do that for the whole of his life? I can’t cook, I don’t wake up early, and I know nothing about my career at this point of time. I am so puzzled up Tanya how can I be assured that he will be happy with me? These are the thoughts that trouble me & people think that I am a spoilt brat who is running from reality. People’s thinking never bothered me but lately Manav too joined that league and that is what has disheartened me the most.” Phew! I bursted like an over bloated tube tire.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">With a smile on her face she said, “Don’t you think you should discuss these things with Manav? After all he is the one who should know these things and as much as I know him he will drive away all the worries within a bat of an eyelid.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Avoiding your friends and closed one results into the misery that I was in. Discussing these things with Tanya made me realize this. I think she was right; I should discuss this with Manav ASAP!<o:p></o:p></span></div></div>Harleenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14381937053229432408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019506166780072580.post-30626267829560207962012-01-26T10:27:00.000-08:002012-01-26T10:27:18.351-08:00Marriage from a Bachelorette’s eye Part-II<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">It’s a boring Monday morning. I wonder how people find Monday’s to be fresh & exciting. Its 11.30 am and no prizes for guessing that I am still in bed! Although I woke up early but didn’t feel like moving my butt yet. I don’t know why but I have this special hatred towards Monday and especially mornings. Many times I feel that I would have been some destructive nocturnal animal in my last incarnation, whose reminiscence is still there in me. Oh gosh! I have started brooding like everyone else does when they find me in bed till so late. I think it’s the environment that’s affecting me now. I am pretty sure it won’t last more than a few minutes. I wish it doesn’t.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Wedding bells are ringing. Everyone, of my age, I know, is getting married. My friends, cousins, distant relatives, etc. As the repercussion of this season, all the elders in your family are bitten by the ‘<i>marriage bug</i>’. I wish I could keep my family immune from this bug by using some marriage debug solution! Alas! There is nothing that I can do.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Aren’t you awake?” Screeched a loud voice outside my door. Aghast, I ran into the washroom to avoid myself from early morning (well I woke up just now so its early morning for me) chiding from Ma. “What will you do after your marriage? Is this the way to behave? You are 24 now.” “I am still 23.” I interrupted my furious Ma. “And I am awake and brushing my teeth. See you downstairs in an hour.” “In an hour?” Ma yelled on the top of her voice. “Is that how long you going to take to have your bath? Your In-laws will throw you out of the house.” “Whose going their? I am here with you Ma.” I said while coming out of the washroom and giving her a tight hug. “Is this the way <i>beta</i>?” She said in a mellowed down tone. The hug did the trick! It’s the best way to calm down Ma.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The phone rang and I answered, “Hey! How are you? What’s the plan for the day?” <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Let’s meet up in half an hour?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Ahh.. Can we meet after 1 and half hour?” I said with hesitation of being chided again.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Why? Are you busy or still asleep?” He said with a taunt.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Do I sound sleepy?” I replied with irritation.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Then why do you need 1 and half hour?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“OK. I just woke up and need time to get ready.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“I knew it. When are you going to change Ridhima?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“I don’t know. If you want to meet then let’s meet up after 1 and half hour else leave it.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Ok fine. I’ll meet u after 1 and half hour.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">That was Manav, my boyfriend. We are into a relationship since past 3yrs but we have known each other since the time we were in our diapers. We are ‘<i>chuddi-buddies</i>’ aka diaper friends. Manav understands me more than myself. He proposed to me when we were in final year of our graduation. We share a very healthy relation with less of fights as he understands me well and takes care of me in the best possible way and I too love it that way!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Of late he too has joined the league of people who keep chiding me for my behavior. I feel I am wrong only when he stands on the other side. And I hate the sight of him standing on the opposite side. I have been avoiding him from 2 days. Precisely since the day Tanya broke the news of her engagement.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Hi. Finally you are here.” Manav greeted me with a smile.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Hmm.. How are you? I am sorry I am late.” I replied with a fake smile.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“What’s the matter with you? Why are you looking pale?” His voice showed the concern.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Nothing. I am absolutely fine.” I answered with a very broad smile.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Oh come on! Stop giving me that ‘small wonder’ smile of yours.” <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Damn! He understands me so well that it becomes so difficult to lie to him.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Why were you not taking my calls since so many days?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Its been just 2 days Manav.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Oh! So 2 days are now ‘<i>just</i>’ 2 days for you.” <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Don’t over react. I wasn’t keeping well so…”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">He interrupted in between, “You were not well? Since when have you started ignoring me in your sickness Ridhima? Didn’t you always call me up when you didn’t feel well?” He was too upset now.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I held his hand and said, “I am sorry sweetheart. Please forgive me.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Ok but please don’t do such things. I was so worried.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I feel blessed to be a girl in these kind of situations. It becomes very easy to please a guy. If the situation would have been other way round, poor Manav would have to convince me for 4 days at least!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“So did you think about it?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">This is the thing I was avoiding, I wondered. “Think what Manav?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“You said you need time to think. I wonder what you need the time for.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“No I haven’t thought about it yet.” I replied in a lame voice to make it obvious that I am disinterested.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Don’t you want to marry me?” He yelled in despair attracting attention of the people around.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Embarrassed, I replied, “Calm down Manav. What’s wrong with you? We are in a public place. Please stop attracting undue attention that too in this way.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> “Don’t tell me what to do. I am very displeased with your attitude. You never think about me, for you it’s always about you. I don’t exist for you at all.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“It’s not the way you are thinking sweetheart. I think about your welfare too and that is the reason I demanded some time. I am not yet ready for marriage and if I won’t b happy then how will I keep you happy?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“We know each other since we were born Ridhima. Don’t be so unreasonable. What do you need time for? We love each other. You always wanted a love marriage, didn’t you?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Discussion about love and arrange marriage makes me feel like asking, “Would you like to commit suicide or would you prefer to be murdered!”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Tanya’s engagement landed me into this soup. I am not blaming her but her engagement excited Manav about our marriage which, according to him, is the obvious outcome of our relation. He knows that I am not keen about marriage and so since 2 days we have been fighting over this topic.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">After reaching home I started thinking about it, about my MARRIAGE.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div></div>Harleenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14381937053229432408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019506166780072580.post-88546761417491322732012-01-17T15:09:00.001-08:002012-01-17T15:09:49.264-08:00Marriage from a bachelorette's eye<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Tring tring… Tring tring… Tring tring… Trriiiinnngggggg…….<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Hello! Yeah what’s the matter?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“What the hell? Are you still in bed?” <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Ahhhh.. Hmmmm.. Yeah!”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Gosh when will you change? It’s 12.45 pm. Half of the day has passed and you’re still in your bed!” <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Tell me what the issue is?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Let it be. You enjoy your sleep.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Bang. The call is disconnected.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I toss in my bed thinking, “Why does everyone freak out at me when they get to know that I am still in bed? Nobody bothers to know that why am I still in bed? What time did I sleep last night?” With these thoughts in my mind I toss and enter the snooze mode (without my realization ofcourse!) again.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Trin tring.. Tring tring.. It is her call again. I clear my throat before answering the call so that she doesn’t get to know that I am still sleeping. “Yeah! Tell me, what is it?” <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“You are still sleeping. It’s 2 pm!” She said furiously.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Oh! Is it? I feel its been just 5 minutes since her last call. “No I am not. Was going for shower. Tell me.” Faking an awakened voice despite knowing the fact that she’ll catch me.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Hmm.. Anyways, I called up to give you a piece of news.” She said in the chirpiest voice of her. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“What? What? What? WHAT?” I retaliated in a very perplexedly excited tone.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“I am engaged!” She announced with grandeur.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Oh! Oh I mean wow! Congratulations! When, where, how, with whom did this happen?” I was shocked and surprised and (I think) happy too, all at the same time.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“The boy is from Bhopal. His name is Abhinav Shrivastav, 26yrs, living in a nuclear family. He is into his family business of automobile spare parts.” She provided the answers to my bewildered questions.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I am Ridhima Singh, 23 years old, struggling with my life, on career front though. My best friend, Tanya Sinha, got engaged last night. Marriage is something that brings anxiety, bewilderment, resentment, delirium all at once in the minds of so called eligible bachelors/bachelorettes. And Tanya & I were no exceptions. I was shocked, more than happy, to know that my own friend will be taking the marital vows that have been giving nightmares to us ever since we turned 20. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">After disconnecting the call I wondered, “I should be feeling happy for her but what is this feeling that I am having? Is she really ready to take the vows? Is she happy or is she just fabricating that happiness? If so, she wouldn’t do that in front of me at least?” I was all confused and jumbled up with a variety of thoughts.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Marriage is a heavy word, laden with all sorts of responsibilities & complexities. Is it me who thinks this way or every person of my age, precisely girls, think the same way? Marriage changes a lot of things in one’s life. Though I feel the changes are more for a girl as she has to move into a new family, relations, responsibilities, expectations, room, bathroom (that is important for me!) etc etc. Accepting someone with all the good & bad is a difficile job. It requires a lot of understanding & patience in keeping a marital bond intact. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The initial days are like a dew drop on a fresh flower. Everything is fresh & blooming. Later on it turns into a dew drop on a rotten flower which makes it shine from distance but looks ugly when observed closely. Giving into the temptation of initial bliss (and the surmounting pressure), people tend to enter into the marital web. I have hardly heard people saying that they are happy in their marriage but still they suggest one should get married!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Every story has 2 endings; similarly marriage too has a happy side. Being alone is not fun when you really feel the urge to be with someone who’ll take care of you. The biggest advantage of being married is that you have a person whom you can blame for every wrong thing that happens to you! <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I have been negative about marriage ever since the age I understood the meaning (the literal meaning not the philosophical) of the word marriage. But today the news of Tanya’s engagement made me think about the other facet of it. She is happy and ready to accept the prejudices attached with marriage. Her happiness and acceptance has made me think about my own marriage! As they say “You are known by the company you keep.” I think your thoughts are also conditioned by the company you are in. The moment I start thinking about marriage, immediately I am pulled back to reality and again the negative thoughts grasp my mind. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I believe this to and fro of the marriage pendulum will go on till I find a magnet (partner) to whom it’ll be fixed permanently.<o:p></o:p></span></div></div>Harleenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14381937053229432408noreply@blogger.com0