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And some days I create my problems just so that you can solve them for me
To see that worried look on your face, the concern for me
To hear you lecture me about things which are good and bad for me
To watch you get so frustrated over girl problems which you try so hard to understand
To puzzle you and then give you a hint so that you can come up with the solutions
To see the heroism in you, to see you want to fight my battles for me or want to stay close behind when I fight them myself.
I know it’s naughty and so wicked,
But it amuses me and amazes me,
Toying with you, my sport for life.

Lucky You

If someone just said, “ I miss you./I love you./I need you.” ,to you.

If someone has been checking their phone every 5 minutes to see whether you’ve called or texted.

If someone prays for you, before praying for themselves

If someone can’t stop thinking about you whenever they look at something beautiful or when they taste something delicious.

If every song they hear reminds them of you.

If someone is waiting for you, even though they don’t need to wait.

If someone spared something for you even though they needed it more than you.

If without keeping you in the picture, they can’t take any decisions of their life, they can’t even dream a dream.


how lucky you are…
but you have no idea how much luckier they are…
I am so sorry to tell you, its not so much about you…its mostly about them...they are the really lucky ones.

ME...Dissillusioned since 1989

And one day when you are sitting alone, you will realize how disillusioned you have been about everything…
And you feel lost, you will realize how alone you really are,
You will see how wrong you’ve been all the way long
You will feel cheated and violated…with no one else to blame but yourself,
You will see yourself, and how pathetic you are and how you keep making the same mistakes again and again…you will start seeing patterns in your own behavior and behavior of other people
The child in you stops buying the lies you tell her to keep her happy and amused
The woman in you gets tired of cleaning up the mess the girl in you keeps making
You will see the ugly truths of life naked and you won’t be able to look.
Nothing will console you or soothe you..
And you won’t be able to identify with who you are..
Someone else will stare back when you look in the mirror
And for a while you will lose who you are..coz you hate the person you’ve been and the things you’ve done
And so you try and lose the whole of you in hope of being something a little wiser and older…more at peace with the world and yourself..
and you wish yourself..
Happy birthday..

i love..

I love reading in bed…I love reading something written personally by someone,
Anything honest, anything original, anything true, anything human…will do beautifully for me.
From articles and blog posts of total strangers, lyrics of living and dead songwriters, novels known and unknown…this is the art I love the most.


I love talking on the phone with people about things which are not important…


I love the smell of coffee..

I love the touch of wood…and grass…and rock

I love watching trees change with seasons of the year

I love the mountains because they make me feel God


I love shoe prints on the sand…


I love the touch of peanut shells…

I love my curly morning hair…

I love midnight conversations…

I love watching birds..animals…and babies

I love reading classified and matrimonial ads that I have no concern to

I love drama..so I love watching movies and t.v sitcoms

I love cartoons.

I love looking in to the eyes of strangers on the road

I love looking at the sky , during the day or at night



I love snow, I hate the rain, I love sunny bright blue skies

I love rickshaw rides when the the sun is setting


I love chocolate cake and Chinese food

I love my glasses,especially the nerdy ones

I love good music,any genre,it just has to be good.

I love my blue denim jeans.

I love some people and hate them at the same time…but at the end of it all I love them more than I hate them..

post midnight thoughts

I dont know what time is it..the incorrect clock in the room reads 1.45am…my body clock says it must be around 3.00am…I cannot sleep..
I'm flushed and my feet are ice cold…I keep clutching my head coz it pulses with pain…the posterior side of the brain feels like tonne…iv run my fingers through my hair so many times that they are sorted out just as if I had brushed them…there’s a dog crying somewhere…
I'm not confused, I'm not angry…I'm in wonder…at myself.
I'm in wonder that how some things which were so complicated few hours ago seem so simple and clear to me now…I'm in wonder how can I be such a dumb and a sensible person at the same time…how come the person who makes the most unwise choices is the person who comes to the most prudent judgments and explanations…how can I be so scared and brave at the same time…how can I want something so badly and run away from it at the same time….how can I hate some people and love them at the same time….hw can I be such a contradiction….surely there has to be some mistake…