My pent house

And it seems today is the last night. And, I disappointed 2 Leos (by not talking 2 one, and by not visiting another: But I did talk to the 2nd one as I couldn't be present in person)...I probably wanted to be here at my my home (I remember Rahul: your words: Delhi for you is Mayur Vihar, phase-1, 33G, pocket 4)..as you put it: "the den of this lioness "...

This and that...again, I've got loads of emotions with this house...(of course, how can I forget that night, when it rained last year, and half of my books, DVDs got drenched..I was fuming literally). But...

12th September, 2010

With apologies, I am going to complete the above unfinished post (as it's unedited, and whatever is keyed in has to be published), which was put to a halt because of my mood swing for more than two months. This is what they call, the creative mood. One can get loads of other things at one go, but to get a hang of this particular thing, it takes ages, at times, here at least the wait was not too long.

But...

I really miss 33G yet. However, 359H, pocket-2 ain't bad, I'm sure now. May be that was the reason I took so long to finish this post. Let me thank Punyatoya, a junior from IIMC, a fellow Odiya (who also cooks well), and the English connection (the strongest one though amongst all), drew me today to get this half-finished one going. Her comment (on the first post) was the urge this time to write again. I bow down to get me going again: It was necessary.

She finally came home last evening (11th September, 2010), after yes, no, let's see kinda response since we got to know each other. Of course, the conversation started with the general office this & that, and how cheap can people think about others!

Sad...but this is where we all live in, right? Trying hard to let them know what's right and what's not. But failing with every attempt to make it possible.

Anyhow (the Leo says, this is again similar)...

Whosoever by now has come over: Rahul, Lopa, Abhishek, Mihir, Badri, bhai, Vibha, Raja and troupe (bhai's gang), and now Punyatoya : They have come and cherished these places (33G & 359 H). The more thay have opened up, and the more we have talked on anything and everything around whenever the night has set in. The terrace is a 'character' here.

Having said about the main character here, along with the night -- the central character -- let me move on to the discussion that we have had last night.

That was dynamic as life, and interesting as we were trying to decode relationships, and what goes wrong, and why so? While we got all the answers, the 'why' part was left unanswered.

When you really feel for someone, 'why' can't he/she get you right?

When you do all that to make him/her happy, why can't you get your share of happiness?

When you shed all that you can for him/her, why can't they complement?

So many 'whys'....sigh...sigh...sigh...

But that's how everyone is paired. Is it to draw an equilibrium? If yes, then why not with the right souls, for that matter? Is it that you are human that you are prone to such 'situations'? or is it that you can take it all, so you are given? If someone can't (popped up some characters from the discussion, who just don't care, but they get it all, and, of course, the other lot, who does everything but always left to the wonders of imagination)...

Be it the instance that Su (Suanshu) narrated about a close friend, or, the one that Punyatoya narrated about a fellow human; or, be it, the one that Shabda observed like the bullet just touched her (she felt the air when the bullet crossed her) --- it's the story of compatibility and what they call, 'real love'...Yeah, like the lyrics from the Bryan Adams numbers: You can relate to...

They have all met with it, which can't be termed as an accident, but no less than that. Here, there isn't a wound, but the aftermath prevails. You don't get the support system but you insanely need it. You can talk it out, but your lips are sealed. What is this? Any answers...

You are afraid of the the society (means mostly the Facebook feeds today) or back home, those crazy relatives, who just ask you about the trail of mishaps without considering how comfortable you are at the moment.

Is the answer: Men are from Mars and women are from Venus?, the book; or, is it time to get started on that "on-air system" to get to those people not to offer solutions to their feelings but to just be there to listen to them, and join hands with them till they get what they need (not want) to complete "this life", at least.

However, we crossed the mid-night also, but no answers yet. The day dawned, started all the routine work...but it's still lurking there? Can we get there to just get them back on track...Life's beautiful, and they are cutie pies, who have all the rights to blush in bliss....

....Waiting for the call of the bliss, followed by night after night...