Words do matter.

Our lives begin to end the day we become silent
about things that matter~ martin luther king
Words heal..
Words reassure..
Words express...

The 'romantic' car



This one is sketched by my 10 years old Brother :)
“You know what you are a psycho... and crazy and idiot and... whatever. You understand what I mean?” Anamika stood there screaming her lungs out on me as I lay on bed unperturbed, ever so cool. Yeah I understand what she ‘means’. “I don’t understand you sometimes. One moment you are this sad like you will just run till the lake bare foot and jump! ... and sometimes- alike now, you behave so stupid, like those dreamy eyed, senseless people who know nothing except that mushy, cheesy fairytale romances!” she continued.

“Would you like to have hot chocolate?” I asked. “Wait let me first put on some music” since you’re going to continue lecture for quite sometime now.

“You think it’s a joke right? This all stupidity is normal for you.” Anamika was red- with anger, frustration, if only she knew how much I was enjoying right now, I would have been dead by now, to say the least.

“So rock or blues? I guess blues are better, since that’s what you always are- blue.” I winked and regretted doing that the very next moment as her forehead clouded with some more wrinkles and she gave me that trade-mark warning sign by narrowing her eyes on me. I guess play time is over. Sigh. “OK!” I stepped ahead and made her sit on bed with me. “Now just spit out whatever is irritating you”

“It’s you dim wit-dumb-thick-fool!” Another scream and I am sure my ears will give away.

“OK! And what else I did apart from ruining your sleep at 3 am half a dozen times or taking your name at home while I was away with him or… hey I never even curse your Arjun and I even convinced your mom for taking you out for hills ride. What did I do wrong then?” I refrained from telling her that I still love her no matter how ugly her hair had become after that intense chemical treatment… Rebonding? Whatever! I actually loved those wavy curls.

“Oh yeah? You took MY name while you were roaming with that MORON and don’t even remind me of the early morning or midnight calls you do when you have those Blue-attacks, you talk insane, you behave insane moreover you make me insane along with you!”  And I hereby declare that my ears will never work properly after so much of harassment by a highly insane creature. “And you do curse Arjun when I tell you that he hadn’t called me since a week!”

“See, I do care for you! How dare that guy even think of living without calling his girlfriend for a week! How can I not hate the person who hurts my best friend?”

“But he could be busy.”

“Duh! Being busy is nothing. It’s all about priorities”

“Maybe I am not needed anymore.” She sighed. So did I. I know we were behaving like 12 year oldies at 19, shame? Na, it’s only her with whom I can behave like that. “Ok, let's be serious now. How are you now?” I hate these ‘serious’ talks.

“Feeling tired after the verbal fight with you” did I say that to earn a smack on my arm, probably. “Ok! I am perfectly fine, actually the best I ever felt no actually I feel high without even any booze.” She narrowed her eyes on me- so that the last warning to my insanity or I might be awarded with something lethal than that smack. “You know what. I have thought a lot. And after all that I convinced myself that buying a car is better than walking in relationship.”

“And now I am convinced that you have finally lost the remaining wits that I thought were present.” she got up to leave, highly frustrated and… dangerous.

“Ok, hear me out and then you may leave. I am serious.” She showed her trade-mark frown and sat back again. “Great! Now you see, my car never denies taking me out when I fell like going somewhere, unless I am not showering enough love (fuel) on it. It sings my favorite music to me all the time to woo me. Wherever I be, it is always waiting outside ‘for me’ no matter if its hot summers or freezing winters, romantic isn’t it?” here came the another series of eye-daggers. I still went on ignoring her weird stares “It's faithful, romantic, comfortable to be with and most of all it won’t leave me at any point unless I want to let it go.”

“You are crazy! Take care, good bye” with that she moved towards door again.

“And by the way they do make me sigh with appealing looks too. Hotter than even Leonardo DiCaprio? Nah, maybe not but still...”

“CRAZY!”

“I know”

“Good bye”

I slumped back on bed yet again pulling out yet another chocolate from the chocolate box lying next to me. Chocolates are well known aphrodisiacs, ain’t it? 

From somewhere far I heard ‘verve’ screeching out what I wanted to scream aloud too.

I was blind - didn't see
What was here in me
I was lost - insecure
Felt like the road was way too long, yeah
Cause love is noise and love is pain
Love is these blues that we're feeling again
Love is noise and love is pain
Love is these blues that I'm singing again, again, again...





26 Opinions:

Hmmm.. that was a lovely post.. i wonder wt wil we do, if we didnt had our buddies to hang on a nag whnever we had smething..!

 

a good example of a 'slice of life' description. And loved the song too. Love, for most part of life is definitely the blues. It's the sweet pain we incur, and we love the pain.

 

hmmm i loved the poem love indeed is all that , its more of pain then pleasure for sure

and the argument oh i would not be able to argue like that, I would give up at the first scream :)


Bikram's

 

Oh deepu..we are just like each other.. and conversation was like the one i have with my sis.. :P heehee :D And and on the top of that, the car wala thing rofl :D its funny :P nice one... refreshing one!!!

Cheers,

 

loved it...especially d lines in d end :) :) :)

 

Lovely post... Liked the lines in the end... :)
That is what love is all about so just beware :D

 

Heya that was cut out straight from the reality, agree we tend to nag a lot sometimes and it feels great and good when you have someone with you in this phase !

Loved it....

Take Care,
Fatima

 

:)

Beautiful, indeed.
But now drugs don't work, they just make you worse and

Can we fast-forward to go down on me?
Stop there and let me correct it
I wanna live a life from a new perspective


Interesting story, I'll consider a car when I have my pocket full. :P

Cheers,
Blasphemous Aesthete

 

the comparison or rather i should say the alternate for a boyfriend is hilarious.. Nice one Deepika.

 

Then you always go for an upgrade, a roomier more gadgety car....guys at the end of the day are like windows or the Iphone...fancy upgrade names but bare functionality... ;P

 

Very good post, Poem was good. Love is indeed a feeling having a sweet pain.

 

Hey, Hi
Sorry for being late...was a bit caught up with stuff...(yeah 'vehla' ppl do have stuff to do at times)

The plot was good, and writing style too...liked it. overall it was great..
i liked the song at the end...kinda gives the whole story a perfect ending...

Regards,
The Silhouette...

 

Heart Warming!!! Enjoyed reading it..

 

i was blind didnt see
nice post

 

hmmm. Good one. Enjoyed

 

Lovely post...especially the last verse...n d comparison of a relationship with a car...really very interesting...

 

Your brother is gifted I must say.

 

Hey there is something for you at my blog!
Do have a look at it Deepika :)

 

nice plot...a very realistic conversation b/w the two....loved the new concept of car :D....in all i enjoyed reading :)

 

loved the sketch! thats talent there :)

 

nice one yaar...!!!!
sweeeettttt...!!! :) :) :) :)

 

Great yar....i loved it...specially the last lines are really gud..

 

Hey Deepika there is a tag for you on my blog,check it out:)

 

Deepika,

Missed so much by not visiting for long time. Caught up with all pending posts and will try to be regular. Hope to see you after 0105.

Take care

 

Hope your brother takes all this seriously, and gets into Car Designing in the future, coz he can give some tough time to Dilip Chabaria!

And yes, it's really tough to survive without having some reality realizing friends! :)

 

Beautiful as always..love sometimes can be painful.

 

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