Colloquial Era of Love..!!

Beautiful days of college:-

I can’t define the moments which I have experienced but my brain is urging me to give you people a glimpse of all the beauty I have been through.

I was ragged by one of the students from my class, coz I mistook him to be one among the rash seniors, who grew as my best buddy thereafter. I met beautiful girls, interactions, lectures, comments J life was at its pace. All of a sudden spring season arrived in mid hot summer. Days were going very pleasant. Then the miracle happened.

Fresher’s day... This is the day when I felt I have seen a most beautiful girl in my life that stood right next to my mom in beauty. I felt she is so beautiful whenever she passed by. I could feel life in autumn though the leaves faded, so fresh in rain though things got messed, pleasant cool breezes hit me though they were scorching and sweaty days. I wondered how clouds, which are not seen for the entire day, came over me and soothed me in their shades. And this all happened only at the sight of her. Wonderful, EUPHORIA. J I felt like I am the best day dreamer at his best J and it was seriously funny to be so. I then realized that I loved the girl like hell, beyond anything and everything. But then I waited for a year and I had very tough time during those days.

Tough time:-

One among my so called best buddies also loved her. I was in pain. I couldn’t ask him to leave her and get lost or I couldn’t take his love away from him or I cannot propose her in a situation like this. I fixed my mind to this that I don’t wanna lose her or him at any cost by expressing my feelings towards her. I know how it feels to be in such situation. PAIN. Lots and lots of pain. All I could do was to wait and see where fate takes me. In no time he went away from her then I entered the court with bountiful of love. She had to accept my proposal as she was left with no other option. ;) Tum aaye tho bahar aayi zindhagi main.

Main ye bhool gaya ki mera ek dost hai, ye baath pehle use bathani chahiye, jo usse uthna hi pyaar kartha hai jithna main, par maine aisa nahi kiya, chupaya is baath ko usse bhi, Pyaar ki nahein main tha na. You know where it ended? I have to stay away from that friend almost for a year as he avoided me so much. Pyaar main pehli galthi, thabi maloom pad gaya mujhe ki main kuch sahi nahi kar raha hoon. Though I know and I strictly followed everything is fair in love and war but this was not fair at all.

Till here you can feel how beautifully a boy felt about his love.

In love:-

It was all going good until she asked me to quit friendship with all those stupidest buddies I had in my life, at first, with my best buddy. I fought with her like hell for this matter. I have very few things in my life *friends*studies*parents*relations*habits* apart from HER. This “apart from her” sentence made me feel like not to fight with her.  Though it hurt, I said ok to her first request. Well you (the one who is reading this) can take this as the first COMPROMISE in love. After which a serious villain entered between us, “LIES”... I lied to her sometimes only the reason was that to keep her happy. I am a stupid, like any other guy who wishes to see his gal happy all the time. Hence, I quitted friends. There were other things which she asked me to quit among which were already there in my life and which proved my character. Then I turned completely new, even to me. Though I quitted some I lied to her just the reason to see her happy. Lied... Lied... Lied all the time...

It was once I thought that enough of lies and busted out completely like a broken boiled egg. She could take all the pain I gave her but she could not take the truth that I am (a beautiful human being) no more in her life. She then pleased, urged, sobbed like hell which couldn’t work on me. She then tried to threaten me with her words, poke me to get me back in her life.

I am not like a blowing wind of a monsoon but I am like breathe. I thought that she too was the same for me. But she is not, she wants everything out of me but not complete “me”. She tried to change me so much and she just loved the change in me. This is for sure. I know this right from the first compromise but my mistake was that I did not tell/share this kind of stuff with any of my fellas. This is the reason why I am being hated by all my best buddies.

And The End:-

That was the time I realized that I should be “ME” not anyone else, not to lie to anyone and be truthful to myself. I shared everything with MY FRIENDS that all happened so far, especially, the PAIN I was undergoing. Those who understood me are still there with me and they wished for only thing “U should be happy” and they supported me saying that “If you are happy then you can make others happy as well”. Those words did not influence me but they just supported my decision of leaving the lifeless “LIFE”.

After so much of sobbing, tears, pain, arrogance, poking I am completely out of it now. Her friends tried to stop me from doing this to her. Here I have to explain them what all I have done for her (so many things) and what she did for me (nothing). Here also I don’t wanna show the difference but the only intention was to make them understand my “so many things” were so painful for me to do.  Though I mentioned that she is the beautiful girl who stood next to my mom (strictly in beauty), she cannot take her place (in soul). It was so painful to tell all these to my parents but not that much when compared to all these.  My parents too did not abuse me or hated me for this but they felt happy instead.

Today, I feel “What a wonderful LIFE I have…!” Happy that I realized it sooner…!!  J

last ride together by ROBERT BROWNING

THE LAST RIDE TOGETHER
by: Robert Browning (1812-1889)

SAID--Then, dearest, since 'tis so,

Since now at length my fate I know,

Since nothing all my love avails,

Since all, my life seem'd meant for, fails,

Since this was written and needs must be--

My whole heart rises up to bless

Your name in pride and thankfulness!

Take back the hope you gave,--I claim

Only a memory of the same,

--And this beside, if you will not blame;

Your leave for one more last ride with me.

 

My mistress bent that brow of hers,

Those deep dark eyes where pride demurs

When pity would be softening through,

Fix'd me a breathing-while or two

With life or death in the balance: right!

The blood replenish'd me again;

My last thought was at least not vain:

I and my mistress, side by side

Shall be together, breathe and ride,

So, one day more am I deified.

Who knows but the world may end to-night?

 

Hush! if you saw some western cloud

All billowy-bosom'd, over-bow'd

By many benedictions--sun's

And moon's and evening-star's at once--

And so, you, looking and loving best,

Conscious grew, your passion drew

Cloud, sunset, moonrise, star-shine too,

Down on you, near and yet more near,

Till flesh must fade for heaven was here!--

Thus leant she and linger'd--joy and fear!

Thus lay she a moment on my breast.

 

Then we began to ride. My soul

Smooth'd itself out, a long-cramp'd scroll

Freshening and fluttering in the wind.

Past hopes already lay behind.

What need to strive with a life awry?

Had I said that, had I done this,

So might I gain, so might I miss.

Might she have loved me? just as well

She might have hated, who can tell!

Where had I been now if the worst befell?

And here we are riding, she and I.

 

Fail I alone, in words and deeds?

Why, all men strive and who succeeds?

We rode; it seem'd my spirit flew,

Saw other regions, cities new,

As the world rush'd by on either side.

I thought,--All labour, yet no less

Bear up beneath their unsuccess.

Look at the end of work, contrast

The petty done, the undone vast,

This present of theirs with the hopeful past!

I hoped she would love me; here we ride.

 

What hand and brain went ever pair'd?

What heart alike conceived and dared?

What act proved all its thought had been?

What will but felt the fleshly screen?

We ride and I see her bosom heave.

There's many a crown for who can reach.

Ten lines, a statesman's life in each!

The flag stuck on a heap of bones,

A soldier's doing! what atones?

They scratch his name on the Abbey-stones.

My riding is better, by their leave.

 

What does it all mean, poet? Well,

Your brains beat into rhythm, you tell

What we felt only; you express'd

You hold things beautiful the best,

And pace them in rhyme so, side by side.

'Tis something, nay 'tis much: but then,

Have you yourself what's best for men?

Are you--poor, sick, old ere your time--

Nearer one whit your own sublime

Than we who never have turn'd a rhyme?

Sing, riding's a joy! For me, I ride.

 

And you, great sculptor--so, you gave

A score of years to Art, her slave,

And that's your Venus, whence we turn

To yonder girl that fords the burn!

You acquiesce, and shall I repine?

What, man of music, you grown gray

With notes and nothing else to say,

Is this your sole praise from a friend?--

'Greatly his opera's strains intend,

But in music we know how fashions end!'

I gave my youth: but we ride, in fine.

 

Who knows what's fit for us? Had fate

Proposed bliss here should sublimate

My being--had I sign'd the bond--

Still one must lead some life beyond,

Have a bliss to die with, dim-descried.

This foot once planted on the goal,

This glory-garland round my soul,

Could I descry such? Try and test!

I sink back shuddering from the quest.

Earth being so good, would heaven seem best?

Now, heaven and she are beyond this ride.

 

And yet--she has not spoke so long!

What if heaven be that, fair and strong

At life's best, with our eyes upturn'd

Whither life's flower is first discern'd,

We, fix'd so, ever should so abide?

What if we still ride on, we two

With life for ever old yet new,

Changed not in kind but in degree,

The instant made eternity,--

And heaven just prove that I and she

Ride, ride together, for ever ride?

• Supposed to be one among my likes....!!!!

The School Boy by William Blake

The School Boy by William Blake

Article on Indian Cricket

                          Succeeding in cricket has a lot to with adaptation. Batting style, bowling pace, field set and all that may become a part in winning the game. Look at the innings Jesse Ryder played against South Africa. He adapted very well. Ryder has a reputation of being a bit of a flashy stroke-maker but against South Africa in Mirpur he adapted his game to suit the conditions and match situation. India is all ready to set for the big game. Adaptation is nothing to Indian fellow men. Game itself adapts the Indian MEN IN BLUE.

                           One of the disappointing things about the World Cup was that it was played on the subcontinent. It is thought that India loves cricket. This is incorrect. India loves India. Cricket gives us the opportunity to express this affection. The local cricket match in India is unattended. Even World Cup matches featuring two other sides will be played without spectators, no matter what the calibre of the players. This is unlike World Cup football, or American football and basketball. What attracts Indian spectators isn’t cricket the sport in that sense.

                             In India, signs are held up which are either obvious or embarrassingly banal. A decade ago, they were also poorly spelled. These days they’re not because advertisers hand out printed ones. This defeats the purpose of spectator banners, and that is spontaneity. There is never real humour, which can only come when we are able to laugh at ourselves.

              I wish the Indian team all the very best and pray for them that they perform well.