XCENTRIC-ANGEL

We may not know till the truth comes out, how a soul suffers through all the wonderful things it could have but refuses, because it thinks that it doesn't deserve it. I am going to tell you an unusual story, but not so unusual situation. A story about a beautiful boy. He was born as the fourth child. He had pretty brown eyes, that twinkled when he smiled. But life was not so kind to him. He was just a month old when he heard his father yell at his mother, "I never wanted him. I asked you to get get rid of him when you had the chance". To which the little boys mother replied with a loud cry of agony as she was kicked on the stomach. The baby boy started to cry. Loud unbearable screams, as fear gripped his little heart. His mother did not take him in her arms. neither did his father come. He lay in his crib and cried the whole night. This boy was called, Jack. He grew up with the same innocent features he was born with. And the fights continued. The arguments never stopped...

Lost in thoughts of how my day went, I sat in the back seat of the car, in the cool AC, looking out at the busy streets of Mumbai. My head was filled with random thoughts. Each fighting with the other to become the 'Thought of the Moment'. I passed many houses. Some small, with little paint or decoration. Others large, with huge gates as if to protect them from large predators. The humid weather of Mumbai mixed with the thick fragrant smell of the car perfume, numbed my mind. I passed many tall apartment buildings. Most of them look so old that they remind me of ghosts lurking around in broad day light. As I looked at these almost dilapidated buildings, I noticed the small windows that were etched into the sides of these buildings. The traffic picked up and our car stopped in front of one such building. Since I had nothing better to do, and since the thoughts in my head were picking up pace, I decided not to listen to them. Instead I looked aimlessly into the windows. As I gla...

Enchanted Forest Swirling black dress Shimmering skies Soft white light Moon gleems in glee The brown eyed maiden Knotted hair flowing Like a river cascading Twirling like a disc Sweet fragrant air Caressing her face Deep Crimson, wild Flowers etched in the dark Soft feet, soft step Whispers heard in the void Shinning stars on the satin black of the dress. Images come, Images fade. Eyes closed I become that girl Wild, free and on her own.

Imagine a life, when you have to share your room with your sister or brother or even your mother. And then finally when we get a chance we take a deep breath and feel, finally we are on our own. What a feeling that is! I too felt that if I lived on my own I would feel like as if I am on top of the world. Yes! I am. Probably not on top of the world, but the last floor of my apartment building. I moved into my new flat with two roommates sometime in Nov. The winter was just starting in Hyderabad. Everything looked good. Ours is a duplex flat, and my room is the one on top. There is a spiral staircase that leads up to my spacious room. As soon as you climb up, there is a huge French window (the one that is like a door from the bottom to the top) on the right. This led to a terrace with a nice view of the City. It was all nice. But the worst part was that, my room doesnt have a door!! But I compromised and thought that with a lovely terrace and a spacious room what else could one need. My ...

I have had a lot of people look at my blog and tell me that its very depressing. Some others have told me that I write about things that happen in everyone's life but many cant express. But nonetheless they too think life is worth bitching about. So I have decided that if life is anyway a bitch, why give it more pleasure by letting ourselves feel its victory over us. There are so many things in life that give us happiness, but I have realized that we are still stuck on things that don't give us pleasure. Its like this perfect boy, who is very well behaved and who listens to his parents. But suddenly out of a fist of anger he does something horrible. One bad thing erases all the good you have ever done. And this good boy becomes bad. In life too, we may have so many good things that happen to us, like our first friend in an alien city, or the smell of rain, or the hug you got from someone you have a crush on. But we forget all this and focus all our energies on the bad that hap...

What do you think about when you are all alone? The time when you first kissed someone you loved? The first time when your heart was broken? Or the time when a stranger was kind to you? Well there are so many things that fill our mind on long lonely nights - Memories. What are these memories? Why do they come? Why do they remind us of all those hurtful times? Our heart may be weak, and the pain could be great. Imagine if you've broken up with someone you love so much and see an Apache bike go past you? A bike they once drove, can drive you crazy cause at that time all the memories of the time you spent together, laughing and having fun, will torture you and make you wonder what went wrong. Memories are of two types. They either make you feel sad or they make you really happy. These little strands of moments lost in time, have the power to create or destroy you. They are more powerful than a nuclear bomb. Then why do we have these memories? Cant we forget they exist and go about lif...