Just realized:

We human being talk too much but communicate very little, isn’t it? The world has become a noisy place and I don’t like too much noise. May be it is some mental disorder but the fact is I want isolation, perfect isolation.

I accept that once I was a sybarite but right now my past bugs me. I never imagined I will be able to scribble my feelings so openly in front of you folks, but you know it appease me while I do that. Like everybody, I too want something, I too have some wish and I too want to publish it…

I wish I could have an eraser I would have erased my evils out of my life…

I wish I have some pencils I would have drawn the pictures of those whom I miss most on this earth…

I wish I have some supernatural power,

I would have moved the time back to get the love shower.

I wish I could believe on GOD.

But really HE is nothing but a stupid SOD.

I am sorry for what I have thought.

But you know folks, the memory of one still prod.

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Dear blog,

 I have been away and many-a- times, I feel I should get back to you as you were with me since last 1 year in my entire thick and thins. Let me apprise you of with my last week proceeding, which gave me some reason to write on…

Something I realized: There are certain things in life where you know it’s a mistake but you don’t really know that it was a mistake! The best thing to know whether that was a mistake is to do the mistake once again and realize and say “yup! It was a mistake”. So when you will realize that it was a mistake you will never commit the same mistake again in the life. I don’t know whether I have committed mistake or not. Well I am not going to do the same mistake again. (Though the above was puns indeed...)

Just loll

PS: I am learning how to connect thoughts with words.

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You left me behind, walked off as if you were never mine

You shrugged your shoulder, swiped your things,

You know my darling, how lonely I am feeling….

Things which don’t mean anything to you pinch me deep inside my heart...

I wish you can understand how lonely I am, broken into pieces apart…

 PS: I am missing you my bebo…

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Gazing at the window in this pale moonlight, I was thinking that how strange the life is, isn’t it? The people with whom you shared all your joys, the friends who mean much more than yours with whom you shared jokes, coffee, the person with whom you met, the person with whom you never met the days of yore, the days of your schooling all flashes in the mind at no time. Even things may be more cyclic and the bad one holds the best position in that. Every day I encounter so many truth, SO MANY that if I go on jotting down it will take half of my days to do that. If I say the last couple of days has forced me to fall in the state of trance then it is no wrong. Both my mind and my heart are thinking in opposite direction. Apart from that, I do not know why I am passing through those sleepless nights. Today also, the same situation happened and while looking out of my window in this windy night I was stuck with my own image. When I think about my dress coding a couple of year back then nothing amuses me. I know that at that time I even don’t wonder how a jeans fit to one body and even don’t know what LAVIS or LEE is…I used to wear such a formal dress that clearly describe me and about my hailing from a village. At that time, I think that simplicity is the best thing that will describe you and your personality. I have learnt in the past that simple living and high thinking is the best way to describe you.

Meanwhile I was stuck with yet another thought of friendship. Now whenever I repeat this word friendship I dunno why one face still haunts me. A week back I visited to one of my SO called best friend and was shocked to see that she even don’t talked with me. Many images related to that friend flashes in front of my eyes in this windy season. I still remember those days when I was there in her entire thick and thin. When I was there to differentiate her sorrows and integrate her happiness and joys and when I was there for her in helping to solve those calculus problems and that of probability...

I do not know what I mean to her but for me she was my best friend.

….and now I know what LEVIS or LEE is. Last day I was standing in front of my mirror and was thinking am I the same? Am I the same Praveen for those who want to see me in their style?

My appearance has changed but I have not, I am still that spoilt brat.

I have dressed up still inside me you will find the same emotional fool.

Now I have everything with me. My love, the one with whom my life begins and at whom my life ends, my each day start with her cute message and ends with her lovely good night message. Still I miss that friend with whom I have shared my 5 years of golden period during my schooling. I still think that one day my friend will ring me and will say, “Look Praveen, I have changed”.

Anyway, now I am feeling drowsy and as the clock strikes nine I wish I could sleep a sound sleep.

I am missing my school friends…

Good night.
Praveen

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Aaah!! Look who is writing!!!
I can't write about my pain dude....for that it should be felt {not to be scribbled}. Sob!!! Sob!!!
The last couple of days have put me on the horns of dilemma.
Anyway, back to the threshold of writing today's blog went to my yet another trite between love and friendship. So confusing naah!! Well I know that my maximum post contains the weirdest word which I have encountered yet and that too LOVE and every day I try to decipher that weirdest word. For today I am in no mood of making the post prolix and thought to write a single line.
"Love is a function purely of faith and passion, not a function of finance and stature."

PS: The last couple of days aprops with my life.

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