You..

There are a lot of things in our daily life that can get hair at the back of necks stand. We fear so many things - dark, unknown, roaches and the list just keeps getting bigger. But there's something that forms an integral part of every person's list at some point or the other - rejection.

People really don't take rejections well. The worst part about this, is the pattern that develops. A string of rejections can kick in the poison that corrodes the soul. If you don't believe me, ask yourself. After being declined by the first person you ever proposed, rejection is the first thought that enters your head when you are on the road way to your next proposal. I understand the fear. But I also understand this can be curbed and taken care of.

I have always believed that if you are being rejected by a certain set of people snubbing your ideas, you and your thoughts are surely not worth the place. For good or for worse, you need to figure it out! Life unfolds according to a plan. Everything has its place, everyone has a purpose. Rejections faced by you are probably the signs trying to tell you something. Listen to them.

Failure at work can probably mean either you slog your ass hard or find your calling and slog harder. Rejection letters from companies could mean they are not worth your time. Roses crushed under heels could mean that there's a better person waiting for you, whom you would have never met had it not been for a rejection. So as you can see from the incidents, its all a part of the plan, the big picture. A wise person had once told me, you can connect all the dots only in hindsight. 

 Some people just don't have to wait till they are bald to gain wisdom! This one, is for one of them. The rest could use this as a pointer!

I see you, putting a brave face in front of the world. I know you are hurting. Even through your pain, I feel immense pride as I look in your eyes. These are the eyes that will provide the world a vision. I see the strong arms being thrown helplessly in the air; the arms, that will work tirelessly to build things from the scratch. I see the shrugged shoulders; massive shoulders being built to carry an empire. I see the finger, curled into a fist and wonder if they are even aware of the strength they possess. Your attitude to life is an epic in itself.

You are not like anyone I've ever come across. You are plain simple you. Your dreams give birth to your life. Your meant to breath life into your dreams. It's said - The finest of steel has to go through the hottest of fire. The more you sweat on the training ground, the less you bleed in the battleground. This is your training and it might get hotter. Promise me you'll never give up. Not coz giving up is cowardly. Coz giving up is not you. It's never been you. 

I am fortunate to be a part of the fire engulfing you. I take pride in being a part of your training, however insignificant and small it may seem. The wildest of colts make the finest of horses. Embrace your rejections as they are paving a path to your fine future. Your knowledge will set you free, your power will set you sailing. As I see you sailing through the storm, I see the clear skies ahead. Stay put dear soldier, stay strong. Winds of change are on their way.

Lover boy

Here's presenting the story of the eternal lover boy...

I am the "stud-boy", or so people think. I have always prided myself to be the best. People agree. I've had girls hovering over me like bees over flowers. Yes, I was proud of it back then, very proud if I may add. I could get who I want when I wanted. No strings attached, I loved my life. Yes, that's the one thing I loved - life.. MY LIFE. Cold hearted beast who gave people the warmth they needed, but kept my heart frozen in time. And then, I saw her.. That was not the face that launched a thousand ships. What's with that attitude? Can't she ever be normal? Now that's one girl I wouldn't want to be associated with. Miss goody-two-shoes. But she caught my attention.. arrghh..  obviously! She's a freak show!

Few years later..

I was still the hunk. Nothing had changed. I was the centre of all the attention and I basked in its glory. There she was again. She might as well be stalking me! She had grown quite contrary to what I had imagined.
There she was, shy, coy, keeping to herself. There was something about her, something inexplicable, something warm. Those eyes, I swear they could bore holes in your body if they wanted to, but they just looked intently, eye lids lowering at every contact. That smile, innocence yet impish, fresh and wide, revealing goodness yet concealing a mystery.That was not the face that launched a thousand ships. But it set something off in my heart. Was it a beat? Was my heart telling me something for the first time? What rubbish, I said. My heart has been frozen since time unknown.

She walks up to me. Wait. Was that a jolt that I just felt? As her lips parted, sweetest of voice addressed me by my name. Never has my name sounded this pleasant. She might as well be calling me a hero! The first real conversation we had left me wanting many more. Few more conversations and I knew I had her where I wanted. She liked me. She admitted. Mission accomplished. Time to move on.

Few months later..

Why the hell haven't I moved on? I wanted her to admit her feelings. One more achievement to my glorious list. Its game over. Isn't it? Well.. I guess not. I miss that voice. I miss that smile. Those eyes, that look of trust, damn I miss it all. She has her hooks deep in my chest! I have never missed a girl!I should probably call her.

That voice may as well take my life. What have I done to earn this trust? Am I even worthy of this love? She had forgiven me. We were friends. But she wanted more. Wait a minute.. was it her or me? I don't remember.. All I do remember is the day when I realized she was far away. So far that I couldn't talk to her. I was almost dead to her. I knew she cared but was I too late?

Few months later..

Destiny brought us face to face. I knew the ice cage had melted. Heart was beating faster with every passing moment. This is it. I am not letting her go anywhere. I have never had to confess anything in my life. But then again, I had no life prior to this moment. My life was staring at me with those beautiful teary eyes. She might as well have killed me! I am never letting those flow down her cheek ever again. I take her in my arms. For the first time, I experience comfort. The warmth of her embrace, the softness of her body, her perfumed hair on my chest, her gentle voice confessing her love for me. This is probably the moment where I was the richest guy in the world, for I finally had my world in my arms.

Few years later..

Those precious beads were flowing down her cheek. I know I had hurt her. I promised her to take care of her. But I must've failed. Those eye accused me. It tore me apart, for I loved her more than anything. She's my world and now she wanted to leave. My world wanted to go away from me. It's your call baby, I said. While my heart cried and pleaded silently, stay with me, please. She did leave. And she took my life with her.

As I sit and ponder over the whole episode now, with a glass of the most expensive scotch ever tasted by mankind, in a mansion built over my love, with the million dollars in my account not being able to buy me peace, I think was it worth it? If only money could bring back time, I would have never let her go. Hell, I would have imprisoned her in my heart and blurred her with my love. I got all that I wanted but haven't got the only thing I really need. Why didn't she wait for me? Over years I have slogged my back side at work, trying to forget her. Achieved all that was to achieve, destroying every obstacle on the way. But she was still there. The faint smell of her perfume reminded me of the void in my heart. The very thought brings a sharp pain. My vision was blurring. I could hear the siren, the commotion. Oh wait.. I hear her. I can't forget the voice. She's here.. Why can't I open my eyes. I can feel pain no more, just her presence. The world shuts itself. It's all dark now, the voices have faded into oblivion.

Some precious moments layer..

I struggle to force my eyes open. There she was. My world was there, right in front of me. I could feel her touch over my forehead. The touch, I had craved for. The trust I had missed all along. The love I had left behind. It was all there.  It must have been a dream. Or I was in heaven. Either which way, I am not leaving this place. "Welcome back", she said. "Feels like I lost it all only to find it the next moment." I could see those precious beads down her cheek again. I knew I had hurt her again. But this time she was here. So was I. She held my hand and I knew my life depended on this hold. I could never release that hand. I could never let her go.

 Overwhelmed, I could only mouth these words,You came back...

So did you..., she said.

While I was on that bed, what hurt me the most were the things I should have said but I didn't. Flashes of my life had her face, not my wealth, not my ferrari, just lovely beautiful her. I swore to myself, if I ever to get a second chance, I would give it all up to win her back. Winning what you have lost makes you the most confident person. But you do not always get a second chance, especially not at love. I lost my world, I won it back. It's a second chance for both of us.

I look into those eye. I know I have nothing to fear. My life is with me now. And I am not letting it go anywhere..

They call me the lover boy. You need not make the same mistakes I did. Don't ever leave anything unspoken. Make sure you tell you better half how much you love them and their value in your life. Remember, the most painful things are the ones you didn't do when you should have, when you could have. Don't let them haunt you. Love the way you wanna be loved..

Lover Boy

Love love love

She wished for him on full moon nights. She did every little thing to be in his good books. She opened her inbox hoping to get a mail from him. She slept with her phone next to her ears not wanting to miss his calls even when the night was dead. She dreamt of him, she spoke of him, whatever she did was connected to him at some level or the other. She looked at him with her puppy dog eyes, in midst of all the blushing. She hoped one day he would return her look and hopefully even return the feeling. In short, she loved him. He didn't love her. That didn't stop her from revolving her entire life around him. Pure, innocent love.

Years passed. The bond just strengthened. She loved him more than ever. Winds of change had changed their course. The guys heart begins to beat for her. A feeling that he had never experienced before, a feeling that scared the living day lights out of him. He snubbed the feelings. "You are too good for me", he said. But she didn't give up. She should have. I definitely would've!! She believed in heart of hearts, they were meant to be.

Time flew by. He was a fine young man. She was a tender girl. "You are too good for me", he said. Something inside her broke. Something which probably would never be fixed. She moved away. She let go. If it is meant to be, it will. There was a hole drilled in her heart. The hope in her heart leaked out a little from it. Little bit every passing day.

Life does work in mysterious way. It brought them face to face. Confrontation wasn't easy for a guy who's heart was frozen in time and the girl who's heart was locked. They were perfect for one another. Forces of nature bought them together. Such is the strength of plea of love.

First time in life they experienced happiness. They smiled, they laughed, they held hands and went on romantic walks. They looked into each others eyes, thankful that they happened.

"I wanna spend my life with you. That's the only dream I've ever had", she said.
"I want the same love. But we have to wait. My dreams await me. I need to fulfill them", he said

For the first time she realized, probably she was never his dream. She wasn't even a part of it. Tears rolled down her cheek. "It's ok", she said. "I am gonna be there for him. Probably one day I'll be a part of his dream"

The guy starts chasing his dreams. Every step he takes, the dreams evade him further.

"It's all gonna be ok honey. I am there for you" she said.

Few years pass by. The dream remains unfulfilled.


"I wanna realize your dream with you. ", she said.
"My dreams are my own. I need to realize them.", he said
"Let me be a part of it. Lets realize your dreams together. Please take me with you", she said

She didn't get an answer.Silence tore her apart. Probably she should have got the cue. But she shrugged it off. Hole in her heart grew bigger dispersing more hope. "Things will get better, I hope", she thought.

Years later.
"Don't make me chose between my dreams and you. You are not gonna like the answer", he said. "I am doing this for us. Don't stifle me. This is how its gonna be. The choice is yours. Stay if you want to".

There was no hole. Just a broken heart. All the hope had escaped leaving a shadow of a girl she used to be.

Few months later:
"I know it's too early and I don't know much about you. But I would like to spend my entire life knowing you and loving you the way only I can. You are the dream I want to realize, you are the life I wanna live. Just give me a chance and I'll make sure your smile shines brighter than the sun", he said

It had been months since the guy left her broken. For years she had loved the guy only to have a dream chosen over her. This was her chance to break free. This was a chance with a man who probably wasn't who she desired. He wasn't a man of her dreams, but he was a man who would realize her dream. Nursing a broken heart is easier if you have someone to nurse it with you.

She looked back once and for the last time. There he stood, the guy of her dreams. Hoping she would wait for him, but not letting her be a part of his dream ; claiming he loved her but not holding her hand. Tears rolled down her cheek, for what could have been and what was. "Good bye my love", she said.

The man took her hand ; a hold that signified love, a hold of support. She looked at the ring on her finger - birth of a new relation and a seal on the old one. A step ahead into a new life, a step towards mending a broken heart, a step that would change her life forever. Some stories have to end for new ones to begin.

More often than not love and loved ones are taken for granted. They understand what I am going through, you think. But is that always the case? Is that how responsible you can get while handling something that fragile? Why does it always have to be a choice between your loved ones and your dream? Can't they go hand in hand? It's always lonely at the top. Any amount of success, stature, money is nothing if you don't have someone to share it with. Any dream that's built on broken relations and hurting hearts cannot sustain for a long time. And when it does come down shattering, you don't have anyone to support you through it.

I am no love guru but I can say this with utmost conviction - finding love is tough. If you have not found it, then make sure you don't blow it away when it finds you. If you've found it then hold on to it. No dream is worth living if you have no one to live it with for love elevates you to where you belong.

P.S : For all those who have found their soul mates, I've just 3 words for you - MAKE IT WORK!