Falling in Love is Cliched


Noone knows how to fall in love anymore. Noone knows how to hold on to people, with everything they’ve got. Noone knows how to be so lost in someone that the rest of the world is oblivious to your existence. Noone knows what “Truly Madly Deeply” was written about, anymore. Nobody knows what love feels like, only what it is supposed to feel like.

People have become too practical for love. Tch Tch!

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Foolish Love


I wish I could say I am not foolish enough for love. But I can’t. I am foolish. Foolish to fall in love at your every smile, kiss, hug, caress…

And I wish you weren’t looking over my back, reading this. Now you know my secret. You know I am already in love with you. And that makes me all the more vulnerable. And this vulnerability should make me scared. But it doesn’t. Because I am foolish and I give into love again. And again. And again…

What is Love?


We thought we had it all figured out. We have read books, we have seen movies. We know what perfect love is supposed to be like. We know what a perfect partner should feel like; being completely in sync with each other, finishing each other’s sentences, understanding the silences. We thought we were ready for when it happened to us. We knew we would be. We had waited long enough.

But then, someone came along and we began questioning the same engraved-in-stone notion about perfect love. It wasn’t like that. It was real and subtle; the key word being REAL. It was no fierce declaration of love being shouted from mountain-tops. It was an all consuming feeling of being happy.

If the butterfly in the stomachs was love then what is this; pasted smile on the face 24X7, constant state of dreaming, satisfaction?

You will never know what love is supposed to feel like, until you fall head over heels in it!!

Unrequited Love


“People haven’t stopped believing in love. They have stopped believing in happy endings”, Shantaram.

This, in all its entirety, is true. People give up on love for the simple reason that, once upon a time they loved someone, and something somewhere in that love was incomplete; the incompleteness of not being loved the same way, of never having the one you love, of an unrequited love.

Love is a difficult equation with multiple factors out of which not one is in your hand, except the constant – that you keep loving. This may have multiple outcomes, but finding the perfect solution, is often in the minority.

But then again, “at the end of the day everyone’s going to hurt you. You’ve got to find the ones worth suffering for”, Bob Marley.

That’s what makes you believe in even unrequited love. The hope, the wish and the belief that just someday, maybe, you’ll have the one you want. In all proportions you’ll be theirs. Because we are a hopeless clan of people, who can’t give up on love that easy. It either takes a lot of heartbreak or another (better) person or for someone to be smitten by you, to give up and move on. So when you have one of these, move on. Not because it’s worthless waiting but because you can do with someone telling you, “I’m yours”.

Much love:

A hopeless romantic

Find Reasons to be Happy :-D


So, I came across this poem a while back and have been meaning to post it for quite sometime. But haven’t gotten around to doing it mainly for 2 reasons: 1. I have been preoccupied with college work and the people in my life; 2. My net hasn’t been working which, honestly, I borrow from someone (without their knowledge) 😛 !!!

Lately, the people in my life have been going through some tough situations, and I have tried my level best to be there for them and to see them through the mess. But now I have run out of advice. I am clueless when one of them asks me to soothe them. Honestly, I don’t know what to do anymore. My reserve of sympathy and advice and my capacity to help out seems to have dried out. I don’t like it but I don’t see an option. I am trying very hard to be there, but you know how at the end of the day, how much ever you try to help out, everyone has to fight their own battles.

All I can say to them is find reasons to be happy. Don’t look at the dark side and shed silent tears. Your life is too short and your tears too precious to be spent in vain. Be happy for all those people who are still around you. Live life with them. Because when you’re drowning in your own misery, you may just not know that there are others who are fighting greater battles than you are. So stop being all sad, look around, take time out to ask people around you how they have been, laugh your ass off at the depressing joke your even more depressing friend just cracked, look at the sun set and be happy that it will come back tomorrow. Enjoy all while you still have it, lest you lose even that in your self induced misery. Love will happen again. Till then bask in the glory of the amazing friendships you have built.

And for someone else, how do you know when you’re in love? You just know. Because it’s the best thing that has happened to you in a long time. And you don’t want to say goodbye, ever.

I am leaving you with the poem. Its is called I Wish You Had Never Come Back. Not exactly that great, but at the time it was a plea for someone to not come back and take away what was so precious to me. Its been a while since then and I felt like sharing it with you folks. Hope you have a good read. Miss me till my next post :-P.

I Wish You Had Never Come Back

I wish I could have it all back.

I wish I could turn back time.

I wish you had never come back,

to take what was most precious,

away from me.

I hate you for doing that to me.

I hate you for doing that to him.

I wish you had never come back.

While you were gone,

I was the pillar of strength,

I was the shoulder to cry on,

I was the one to hold.

While you were gone.

I guess, I should have seen this coming.

I should have known all along that this would end.

I should have known that you would come back.

I should have.

And you ain’t coming back to me.

I know that for sure.

Coz now you’re gone,

away for the good.

With someone you would be happy with.

I know that for sure.

I will miss you and me.

I will miss us together.

But more than that,

I will miss you with me.

And, I wish you had never come back,

to take what was most precious,

away from me.

I hate you for doing that to me.

I hate you for doing that to him.

I wish you had never come back.


From the Top of my Head


My roomie and me were sitting and chit chatting. I was giving her gyaan on love. 😛 And then she asked me the clichéd question – What is love!!! And the immediate reply from the top of my head, was Love is Serendipity. (PS. Serendipity is my favorite word. The reason shall be shared in a future post 🙂 )Serendipity is when you find something that you weren’t even looking for. It always so happens that when you give up on love and people, someone comes along to resurrect the faith.

This gave me something to write. And then one thing lead to another. And I ended up with this paragraph of incomplete and broken sentences, which somehow made sense towards the end. It may be repetitive and clichéd. But at the end, clichés become clichés because they are true and therefore oft-repeated!

So here it is, for whatever it is worth.

Love is serendipity. It happens when you ain’t looking for it. Life passes by when you’re busy making other plans. Be impulsive. Let the first pass. Wait for the second. Go with the flow. It may take you to your destination. Go back packing. Travel to an unknown land. Meet new people. Sit and discuss life experiences. Learn about them. Realize that the world is full of people living so many different lives that you’ll never have a chance to know. Sit and gaze at the sunflower. Follow its eye-lock with the sun, under the summer haze. Sit in a distant land on a sun deck and read a book. Give into love. Don’t question everything. Sometimes the answers that you get aren’t the ones you’re looking for. Sometimes the hardest thing and the right thing are the same. Follow your heart. Publish a book. Write a poem. Don’t over-think. The right person may be the one standing on your right throughout life, when you were busy looking ahead. Get your heart-broken. Give up on love and faith. Travel to the Norwegian countryside. Read, paint, and know what life is about. Decide to give love and people another chance. Walk through a vineyard and remember all the sour moments of life. Come back to take on life head-on. Build your life. Rebuild your career. Follow your dream. You may not get a second shot. Earn money. Live in New York. Shop in Paris and London. Fall in love. Raise your boy to be chivalrous and your girl to be modest. Grow old. Fall in love. Retire to a cottage home somewhere in the countryside of France. Die in peace, without regrets. Know that you had it all, that you lived it all. Because at the end that is what matters.

My love affair with Pune


Hey People,

I am sorry I haven’t written in quite some time. Had been busy travelling and then lazing around at home. Finally I am back in Pune and it feels like home. The weather is frighteningly perfect! The rains are the reason I feel in love with Pune in the first place. One of my friends had written about having a love affair with a city (in her case, Mumbai) and now being back in Pune, I am conscious of my love affair with this city.

The moment I stepped off the train, it was a feeling of ecstasy. Being back, I could cry and smile at the same time. This is what this city does to me. For people who have seen Pune in the rains will know what I am talking about. This place takes on a surreal beauty. The rain, the misted sight of the hills in the background, anywhere you look, and the wind blowing through your hair. It is a life long love affair, which I don’t think I’ll be able to shrug off wherever life takes further ahead and whichever I city I live in.

Pune in rains is something that makes you want to fall in love. To get out, get wet, go up a hill and sit there, to enjoy the rain drops on your face, to take a bike ride to Lonavala, to go to Pune University, to walk in the rain with friends singing songs totally out of tune, above the roar of the rain are things that make you believe of better things in life.

This city has managed to pull me back to life every time I have fallen, has made me believe in love every time I got my heart-broken,  has managed to make me sing in the saddest of times. It has given me my best friends, the best 2 years of my life and has given me reasons to fall in love again and again. I cannot say this of any other city, and trust me I have been in quite a few. It is like an arrogant lover – it will fight with you, throw you off-balance, hurt you, coax you back up, give you a pat on the shoulder and a kiss on the forehead. It will wait on you patiently when you run away from it. In the end, it will always be there with arms wide open to take you back in, after you have roamed the world and then decided to come back home.

It is my last year in Pune and I don’t know how I will get myself to pack my bags, at the end of this year, and leave, not knowing when I will see it again. But remembering it will remind of me of happy times, of having lived life.

So this is to Pune, my love, cheers!

A proud lover!