I talk - U talk - GTALK!~

5:21 PM me: not helping! lol

Mydhili: hehehhe

5:22 PM me: i am getting screwed here!

5:23 PM Mydhili: what! I am just keeping the humor for you! sheesh no one appreciates help only these days I tell you

me: oh i'll appreciate your help shakes her fist at you

5:24 PM Mydhili: runs

me: come on.. think creative :p

Mydhili: i am! I did in fact :P

me: interesting :)

5:25 PM Mydhili: i know! seeeee and btw ppl hate long emails :P (#Tip) :P :D

me: hahahaha well i had to give some information...the people i emailed will read it tho... cos i only email the smart ppl lol

Mydhili: smart = jobless ppl who have time to read a long email? For instance, yours truly :

P5:27 PM me: jobless=one who either finishes work super fast or palms it off to others = smart

5:28 PM Mydhili: joless also = ppl who cant find projects and still get an awesome review and therefore cant complain about it >( ok work issues never mind :D

me: thus jobless=smart!!! we have just revolutionalized logic

Mydhili: jobless = frustrated

me: ah!

Mydhili: but if jobless = smart frustrated = smart ?I just turned it around! world is back to normal again :P

me: but bring frustrated about being jobless makes you a cut above the losers who rather be jobless and get paid than actually working... so does that make u smart or stupid?

jobless = frustrated = not smart

jobless = enjoying it = smart

hhmm two very interesting theories...

5:32 PM Mydhili: jobless = discussing its logic with other jobless ppl = boss knowing this yet still paying you = dream job on earth

me: FAN-BLOODY-TASTIC5:33 PM

Mydhili: and thus she marked the end of the logic that redefined the word "work" forever!

me: i think should just copy this conversation into a blog post

Mydhili: well unless they're from the 60's(read high on crack) or drunk ... no one wld get it

me: as if many of my posts people get?

Mydhili: thaaaat is correct

me: ouch lol

Mydhili: hit you where it hurts the most! za blog... evil laughter

me: your cruel!

Mydhili: i take that to be my compliment for the week!

me: blog about it lol

Charmed

Mother warned me about boys like you
With the confident smiles
And whose eyes bore right through
But I am not the girl who gets swayed by a smile
I am not the girl who bats her eyelids in hope of your recognition
I am a woman, mature and strong
Yet
.
.
Yet you managed to spin me around
And even with all the warnings
The enticement of your smile
Intoxicates me
Thoughts of you surround me as I fall asleep
Penetrating every dream, with such reality
Your arms wrapped around me
The heat from your body, making me sweat
But I wake up
Only to find my blankets as my companion in bed
The woman inside me gets control
To be strong and mature
As I get along with my day
But every once in a while, the girl inside me
Looks around for you
The eyes of the boy
The smile of the boy
The boy who is ..
.
.
The charmer

Untitled

She
The headphones come out
Slipped on to her head
With her hair tucked back
She switches on the ipod
Music fills her
And the world fades away
The lapse of time between songs, brings her back to reality
She does not hate the world
She prefers the world beneath the shadow of music
Where she gets to dream about him
The elusive prince charming
She has dreamt about him many a times
Reaching out for him
Waking up and grasping at thin air
So she settles for music
Listening to songs which make her happy
In her own world, she dreams about him
My prince - My matthew

He
She is staring at me
But yet does not see me
Her fingertips drumming to the music
Which is engulfing her
Her eyes, open
But she is far away
A smile creeps on to her face
I wonder who she is thinking about
Lucky enought to be in her thoughts
Blessed to be the reaosn she smiles
She gets up to walk away.
I want to stop her
To hold her and never let go
She passes I do nothing
I am intoxicated by her essence
There she goes
I chide my self for being afraid
I, Matthew continue to yearn

Hands

Yesterday they were her hands
Today they are mine

You held her hand, you held my hand
But thats where the similarity ends

Your hand intertwined with hers
Our hands just rested together

Like pieces in a puzzle
Fitted together, because they have too

Even the slightest pressure from your finger tips
Would tell me so much

Wish we held hands
Like, lovers not willing to let go

Your hand engulfing mine
Protecting me, loving me

And as our hands touched
I felt your imprint on my soul

Do you feel the same way?
Do you realize what you do to me?

I guess not
While you held my hand
you merged with hers.

Unrequited love

Dedicated:
To those who have loved
Loved some one so much, but never had the courage to say any thing
Loved some one so much, but willing to give them up to see them happy
Loved some one so much, but have never been loved back
To all the unrequited love

For once I want to be protected
For once I want to be loved
Feeling your strength I know you’ll protect
Watching you I know you’ll love
But I guess I can never tell you
For the fear of losing you is too great
And even though I think it’s unfair
As much as I want you
As much as I think I need you
I know it’s not meant to be
Another life another time
Just maybe

Old Friends

No matter how much I try, there are certain people I cannot forget. No matter how much they hurt me and how many times I promised my self I would put them out of my mind. Some how they manage to crawl into my life again.


Read an interesting blog and it made me think of R. Who says you cant be just friends with the opposite sex. R was only guy I loved for the friend he was, never saw him as any thing else and no matter what other people say - it was a platonic relationship.


The first day I met him, we spoke for over an hour. Walking up and down the street, while I waited for my car to come. And thats how it always was.


Talk every night for a couple of hours.

Laugh about the most inconsequential aspects of our lives.

He was the one I called after bombing a huge presentation,

He was the one I diverted all my calls so I dint need to listen to people telling me how much I screwed up.

He was the one, who would take me for a drive when I felt I would go crazy if I stayed at home.

I would think twice before daring to try a fag, for what would he think.

He is the one who told me to tell tubby that I liked him.

He is the one who listened to me when I had a stupid fight with blondie over tubby.

He taught me how to eat rajma and aloo bujiya

I would always stand up for him.

I always had time for him.


But then things began to change. He dint have the time for me. I could'nt deal with it.
We fought.
I got mad - he remained passive.
I waited for him to call and apologize. He never did. I got sick of waiting and I called him. I apologized for being stubborn, I wanted things to go bak the way they were.

I left the ball in his court, but he had already left the game. I still miss him, 3 years have passed. I met him once, to an outsider it seemed like two strangers were meeting.
How could he have forgotton all the fun we had....

I miss him.. but I guess he's not coming back.

These days have gone my friend
Of careless laughter and unbridled fun
We no longer talk about our future
No long chats about the days ahead
We are there my friend
We are all grown up
It’s sad we are not as close as we thought we would be
You’re far and so am I
The current is rough
Our problems turbulent
I guess there will always be the good old days
Some where in the dark recesses of our mind

I see some thing in the distance
So dark so cold so mean
I see anger in its eyes
Its heard what is not said and seen the unseen

It’s heard the hateful words
Seen the scornful glares
It knows the torrid history
And alone the pain it bears

How long can people ignore it?
How long can they say all is fine?
How long can it bear the pain?
How long can it keep its head high?

The thing begins to crumble
I can see the animosity in its eyes
The anger the pain the hatred
In fear and shame it lies

I push my self forward
For reasons I yet do not know
The closer I begin to get
The faster I begin to go

I need to know what it is
I need to see what it sees
And as I remove the veil of mystery
The thing I fear is me

I hear the thunder
I feel the wind
I taste the rain
And as the rain lashes on my window
My emotions lash inside of me
Me hearts beating faster – I don’t know why
The raindrops fall around me
Yet I am oblivious to them
I know I am cold, yet I feel warm
Rain is not the only thing falling
My tears begin to run as well
The rain is pounding harder
And the pain creeps back again
I can’t hold it in no longer
And with anguish I let it out
But thunder overpowers my anguish
And no one hears my pain
I hear the thunder no more
The clouds begin to part
No longer do I taste the rain
The pounding is now a patter
The silence begins to grow
And as the last drop falls – me tears come to a halt
Mother nature has got rid of its fury
But my pain still remains the same