Monday, July 26, 2010

A Confession to a Friend

Dear Friend,
I am glad I found you when I was about to get lost in the crowd. You were not a familiar face then. You gave me a sense of comfort nonetheless. I didn't need a hundred people to talk to, just one person who would listen. You obliged. I didn't know how big a favour you were doing to me then, but I now know what it meant to me.

Your arguments taught me how to reason. Your voice calmed me down when I had let turbulence prevail within. You used words I often would not want to hear, because you would rather have me hear them from you than a stranger. You showed me the right way when I was at crossroads.

Through our conversations, you opened doors to worlds which I never thought could have existed inside me. I would not have known myself had it not been for you. Thank you for being the mirror to my soul.

There were times I was demanding, times I was rude and times I over did the sarcasm. I have had reasons, well, most of the times. All said and done, I had never intended to hurt you.

Your generosity was hidden in the fact that you stood by me, despite knowing all my faults. The beauty of the bond was not because it was perfect, but because you accepted it for all its imperfections.

Though the letter talks about how our friendship has been thus far, I sincerely hope that it continues to remain the same way, forever. I will do everything I can to ensure that because our happiness is worth striving for.

Your Friend,
The Illuminator

PS: Friendship's Day is next week, but I was just in the mood for an early post. Dedicated to every single one of my close friends.

Sunday, July 11, 2010

I'm not drink, hick

One Drink Down:
Hi Riddhi and Namita
Two Drink Down:
Hi Ridddhi and Namitta
Three Drinks Down:
Hi Riddhee and Nameettaa
Four Drinks Down:
Hi Rikkee and Nimita
Five Drinks Down:
Hi Risky and Nimipa
Six Drinks Down:
Hi Whisky and Manipa
And then he says:
You are laughing on me thinking I am drink. But I am not drink. I'm sorry! (comes and hugs all the guys, one by one) Maaf kar de yaar. I am sorry!
After some time:
Saale main tera khoon kar doonga..
PS: Inspired by a true story!! ;)

Saturday, July 03, 2010

A Love Letter

Dear Love,
I hear you have been busy. I don't know if you know but you have recently visited (or in some case revisited) some of my friends and infected them with the affliction that they don't understand. How can they feel self assured with your presence in their life if they can't comprehend you?

If they can't find assurance themselves, they look towards their friends, ordinary people like me, who to say the least can only give them a third person's perspective on the whole issue. How can a third person give a perspective on how love should be? How can anyone define it? Isn't it unique to every two people who are or have ever been in love? The irony is that they think you have to be understood before they can embrace you, while it is the embrace that brings the understanding.

On another note, the more I hear of you, the more I wonder what makes you tick in the hearts of people. Why a person chooses another can never be fully explained by anyone, including the two souls involved. It'll be interesting to know your modus operandi some day. Why don't you write an autobiography and tell us your story?

Since I know what you mean to me, everything I have written here may be coloured with my experiences, no matter how much objectivity I try to retain in my words. But at the end, I know, you who none understands, will understand.

Yours Sincerely,
The Illuminator

Friday, July 02, 2010


That's the button which had broken while playing the film called 'My Life'.

I have found a replacement and put it in place today and hopefully, forever.