Tryst With Life

The man who was strumming his guitar in the wildest manner possible.. the man to whom Dhwani meant everything.. the man who brought her out of pain, despair and insanity or so he thought.. the man who Dhwani respected and liked... Sujay... It was an year since Ved had last spoken to Dhwani. Dhwani’s parents had started seeking an alliance for their daughter. They had given her a picture of a guy called Sujay. Some Sujay. How could they even think that he can replace Ved. How can they expect her to forget everything and say yes to a random guy they were seeking for her. Sujay ..... a very practical guy... A guy to whom girls wouldn’t readily be attracted.. he was not soft by any means... rough.. hard... tough.. whatever you can describe a very aloof and detached person to be... To Sujay, the world is a happy place, as long as you can keep yourself happy and do everything possible to keep yourself happy ! There were two things that kept him happy... Guitar and sports. Name it he played t...

Music... It was Dhwani’s passion. She saw it as her friend. Her best friend. But today why did she feel it was tormenting her. Though there was a certain string pulling her from within. She then remembered what she had told Ved... Ved.. the man of her dreams... She told him she felt exactly the way Mr.Rochester felt, in one of her favourite books, Jane Eyre. She recollected the dialogue “It feels as though I had a string tied here under my left rib where my heart is, tightly knotted to you in a similar fashion. And when you go to Ireland, with all that distance between us, I am afraid that this cord will be snapped, and I shall bleed inwardly.” She was bleeding...Bleeding inwardly... two years ago... The wounds were still there... She recollected the times when she had only AR Rehman for company. It was her dope.. His songs were the tranquilizers she needed. But she didn’t want to go back to those memories. She wanted to go farther down the memory lane. To September 8th. When Ved had b...

I thought its high time I write again... Fear of losing my writing skills forced me to open a word doc and type a series of events that have been playing in my mind for the last two years. I was postponing it as it was not an easy task for me. I am not good at writing books. I can just speak my mind out. I cant project her emotions. Her love. But she wanted me to write. I had to write.. For Dhwani It has no particular beginning, nor an end. It is about Dhwani (name changed on request).. A girl I know so well. More than anybody else. Series of short stories on my blog dedicated to my dearest Dhwani and to the Vedant she loved ! It is not for the joy of writing that I am doing this but for the joy of speaking on behalf of Dhwani.. A toast to her ! It was a rather misty day ! Dhwani was traveling to her office in the wee hours of the day. It was going to be a long day at work. Not because she had lots to do in office. She was now used to it. This was because her mind was covered with a ce...

CAUTION : This is not one of those extremely entertaining feel good posts.. It is about how Selfishness can be interpreted as a virtue and about how it is important to be the Brand " U " .. But I promise you that it would be worth a read and of course debatable How many of us, as kids , were taught that EGO is an unparliamentary and a banished word from the dictionary of human behaviour ?? My grandmother , mother and almost an entire generation of I-dont-even-know-who-they-are relatives keep telling me that I have a huge EGO.. Of course except my father.. who always keeps telling me that he respects me for my Ego. Hes probably one of the very very few people in our modern/civilized/sophisticated society who knows what exactly Ego means.. All those noble souls who know who Sigmund Freud is , might know what exactly I am trying to convey.. Also known as the father of Psychology/Psychotherapy, he gave a new definition of what Ego is... Human behaviour is...

Has your brand new Dell laptop ever seemed to you like a person standing in front of you to butcher you ?? Well , for me , it has.. :) Yes.. I had my CF 2 mid term , the very next day and I was rushing through those slides , the day before the exam. I opened my IP messenger in frustration to join one of those 'I HATE FINANCE' groups .. I did not find any !! Boy !! Instead , was attracted to a particular group name that said அன்பிற்கும் உண்டோ, அடைக்கும் தாழ் ? I saw the number of people in that group.. a lone person.. who I havent spoken to much , yet a person who I knew fairly well . I wanted to join the group and so I did.. Those lines from the famous thirukkural kept ringing in my head...thanks to that IP friend of mine for makin me realise the power behind this verse :) I sat in my environmental management class , penning down a short story , based on this verse :) It was a Saturday morning. Cool breeze felt the contours of my face. “Amma”, she shouted from the terra...

"Buzzz" rang my phone... and I picked it up with all laziness.. I half opened my eyes to see who had messaged me and it was a pleasant surprise :) One of my frens.. Who I haven spoken to much.. But a good fren and an amazing person.. A true critic of my writing.. He reads every post diligently and gives me his frank opinion.. "Write something about football" read the message :) Well here is one for u dude.. Hope its a nice read :) Some day in some month of the year 1998 , it was FIFA time.. This time the world cup was in France.. There was great excitement in the air .. It was my first year in Chennai.. I had jus left the place I loved so much.. Hyderabad .. and arrived at Chennai.. to my cousin's place... My parents were still at Hyderabad.. I came early since I was to join school..I had to stay at my aunt's place wid my cousin. It was the n th time that he put that remote control down in frustra...

"Give me that toy.. Its MINE.. " shouted my 6 year old sister.. I had to let go of it yet again.. the GI JOE toys I loved so much.. I walked away , seething in anger when my mom said "Compromise pannu... she is younger to u ".. Duh !! She always supports that devil grrr.. I stormed out of the house .. When I came back , my mom had made chappathis.. again !?!!?! Damn !! They are so hard to eat..I told my thatha "Kashtam.. she makes it like they are tiles.. shall I drop one on the floor and show u ??".. "Shh!!" he said and continued "Compromise.. she is elder to you and she is your mother.." Damn that word again.. Suddenly compromise sounded like an F word to me.. an unparliamentary word.. something I hated to hear.. 10 years later , here I stand , knowing the true meaning of the word... Its this.. the rules are simple.. 1) We have to know the rules 2) Compromise is something like science and technology .. A dou...