Engaged

“When love is not madness it is not love.”

Ex and Why

‘I’m getting married’

I wonder what the expression on my face was.

“Are you all right?”

“Yeah, all is well”

“But your face speaks something else. Give me that phone”

I handed my phone to her. Perhaps the mobile screen was the only thing that was brightly lit at that moment.

“Is my face pale?”

“Well, my vocabulary isn’t strong enough to explain the expression that you flashed just now.”

“I don’t know”. I found myself laughing.

“You find fun in everything, right Arun? You seem hurt reading that message.”

“There’s fun, indeed. Someone is celebrating a candle light dinner with his love, and suddenly his ex-lover notifies that she’s getting wed locked.”

“You miss her?” her eyes were heavy when she asked this.

“Dear. There has to be reason why someone transforms into the ‘ex’ status. But, yeah, the feeling you get when you learn that your first love is getting married…to someone else…is indeed…funny. Now give me that phone. The message is a spoiler, not worth of staying in my inbox any longer.”

“Hmmm”

We walked out the restaurant. It was dark, there was a breeze. Her eyes were still wet. I held her hands. We paused.

“Anu…I have a request”

“?”

“Don’t ever order that pasta again…yukk”.

the Eternal Remanan

The very ecstasy that elevated me to pinnacles of happiness finally pulled me into a black hole that erased three long months from my time line.

My other self finally decided to bid bye. The fairy tale that I scripted preferred not to conclude with a ‘thus they lived happily ever after’. It was the best of times, in the beginning, and then walked in the worst of the times and I guess still better times have already set out to meet me in the midst of another fairy tale in some other world.

Some say this is it, some say this is just the beginning. Well, the truth is, it’s always like this. Life’s one big joke, laugh at it or someone else will. Now that I’ve filled the space with lots of perplexity mixed with the schizophrenic school of thoughts (now stop guessing what it is…I don’t know)

This is the beginning of the adorable aftermath. The most unexpected twists will be unleashed. A trillion neurons will begin to fire…as the Eternal Remanan begins his cruise.

"Every end, is a beginning"-Eternal Remanan

(Alternate titles: Tempest in a teapot or Storm in a teacup)

Courtesy: Pic-adapted fromDon Quixote by Denis Ziber

Once upon a time in Twitter

Pardon my ignorance, for I am really poor when it comes to finding words to describe the beauty that I saw in her. It was the prettiest thing that ever happened to me. Why did it rain? Why did I walk into the Coffee House?

“Nithin? You are Nithin Jayan...right? Wow this is cool! Still puzzled? We met in the timelines of twitter”

We talked for hours. It was like we knew each other for ages. It still rained.

Coffee; another hour; the rain never stopped.

The virtual world was gifting me a fairy tale to fill my rather mundane life.

Thunder!

It’s still dark.

What did she look like? Her voice? Her name? Her Handle?

A key stroke; the laptop wakes from sleep. The twitter whale jeers at me.

(Handle- username, Twitter whale- the fail whale that pops up when twitter fails)

Melancholia

In some dark corner of my heart she wept,
And softly sighed a tender, sad refrain;
Alas, my heart was bounding with the love it kept-
And drowned the cries of her for whom it strained

Nithin, Azgar, Rosh

Silence of the Heart

I know I know…I am not sure if this is the first request that I am firing. But, yeah you know well…that this is the time. Now or…’Never’??? Nerds say that answer to all lie hidden in the sub conscious mind…but where’s the key to this much hyped safe? Who cares…I wonder why I’m in a fix when things are clearer than day light. But…no…something’s wrong somewhere…it always is. So are you going to yell out or what? It’s just a word…”Yes” or a “No”. Yeah, I’m used to your silence…but now…It’s deafening me. I’m just a step away from insanity. I used to read your eyes very well. Every gesture…every blink…and true you never spoke. Dumb…you where…but never deaf. I used to get an answer every time, and yeah always in my favour. What else could come out from you?

But mate…or myself….whatever you are…tell me now…a Yes or a No. Lives rest in those letters…Some asked me to follow my heart. Yeah I let my heart drive, ignored the brain for a while. Lucky I was…the trouble I drove into was a sweet one. Apparently the world was good…for a while…and then came in a binge of reality...and Fantasies rushed to places I would never reach…I didn’t want to search for them either.

This is what Life is after all. What is the thrill if everything happens the way I wish…the way I want…the way I dream? Life has to move on…with every second filled with vigour. No…the grapes are not sour…and it’s not always a matter of perception.

Well…you never change…the same old silence…I won’t blame you…But yeah It’ll get darker, and then you disappear…but….but…I don’t want you to return…at least for a while…I’m going to take away your life…

The sound of shattering glass echoed for a while.

He didn’t die, did he glare? No…he’s always calm…from one of those shattered pieces he was smiling… conveying his answer…was that a Yes or a No?

wid luv...it's me...kochu

See there’s this place in me,
Where your fingerprints still rest,
Your kisses still linger, and
Your whispers softly echo.
It’s the place where a part of you
Will forever be a part of me

-from net

Happy Valentine’s Day 2 all lovely souls with beating hearts…

Hero’s here...down with exams…

"Not a word more…

Not a word less…

Love is divine…heard so…

So it is…

Love is a sin…may be…

I preferred to be a sinner…"

ps: would've filled in more but gosh..examz 2moro...
n it's Surgery...
that means i'll b readin
Liver cirrhosis n A/c pancreatitis on Feb14..
n that's one hell of a coincidence ;)
n yeah as I always tell ye...
LOVE IS BLIND...AND WITH MARRIAGE, VISION RETURNS WITH A VENGEANCE ;)

TELL HER I CAME...THAT I KEPT MY WORD

10:15am

Oh! No...This shouldn’t be real. It’s indeed true that in 22 years of my existence, there has not been a single instance when I did something on time. But this time around...I won’t beg for pardon. How could I be late? Where did I go...what was I doing for the past fifteen minutes...? God Oh God...tell me my watch is a liar.

10 o’ clock was my decision. I think she said ‘yes’ to it. Or did she? In spite of the crystal clear reception I had barely breathed just to make sure that I wouldn’t miss a word that she said. Yeah she said ‘yes’.

Hey, should I panic? After all, if everything works fine, I’m supposed to lock her up for a life time...in my heart. So is fifteen minutes all that long?

Oh...it is...

We’ve known each other for more than a year now...and imagine the kind of amusement that’ll shower upon even the hardest of the souls when they know that this is the first time we are meeting. I think that’ll explain the length of these fifteen minutes.

I believe this’ll be the longest fifteen minutes in her life.

Wait...what’s that rush out there...? Whatever it is, I don’t have seconds or minutes to spare. It’s not because I’m selfish, but...I have things that are more vital to my life. After all it’s my life that I’m supposed to take care of...

Okay...fine...I am selfish...got that? O...o...I am wasting my time again...Run Forrest run!!! Princess is waiting for you.

It was a year back when she wrongly typed in an e-mail address. She never knew that my heart would end up as the inbox. Ever heard of a love story that began with the heroine sending her resume to the hero? In our case...that happened.

What is she going to look like? Well...don’t jeer at me...it’s a fact that I never asked for her picture. All that I have is the description that poured out of the only common friend we had...

I know her voice. For, it’s the mesmerising ‘hello’ that flew through the telephone line that created ripples in my ear drum and later in my heart. My interests in her sprouted up in the orchard of ‘chat rooms’! I still remember the tremor with which I typed in ‘can you give me your phone number’.

That is the past...and today...after a year of romance through words, I’ll meet her. Do I really expect the beauty of my dreams? Is she going be taller than me? Is the colour contrast going to be too ‘drastic’? O...o...god...should I really care? Well...now I know...Love is blind!!! But just imagine...my wedding, and reality returning with a vengeance. He he...!!!

OOOOfffff at last...Thar she blows!!!!

That bench in the park...and there she sits...the unseen princess of my life.

Oh! I can’t see her face...

I’ll slowly give you a surprise ‘hi’ from your back!!! Here I come...here...

Closer...almost there...

O...am I supposed to believe this...!!! She is a charming fairy!!! O...!!! LUCKY DUDE!!!

Yeah...now is the time...

Hey is she nervous? Yeah...she should be!!! Her fingers must have fatigued hitting the call button in her mobile. Poor princess! Wait...why isn’t my mobile still ringing?

Shall I touch her? Ooo...

“HELLO...ARE YOU THE BEAUTY WHO HAS BEEN CHATTING WITH A PRINCE FOR MORE THAN A YEAR? WELL...I BELIEVE I AM LATE...BY SAY...20 MINUTES!!!”

I think I sounded majestic! But is she deaf?

“HELLO???”

Is there a problem?

“HEY, it’s me Nithin. Hello.”

Oh! Is this girl blind?

Hey...there is a problem..."Sneha...can’t you see me? "

Is this supposed to be a prank?

She is still pressing those buttons in her mobile. Why in the world isn’t my mobile ringing?

Aaaha...well two can play this game, let me see...I’ll share this corner of the bench

Wait...Hey man...what...are you planning to sit on my lap? Oh...C’mon...You stink...Oh there should be an asylum to keep lunatics like you.

Ooooo...no no...I’ll rise...

Wait...your watch is blood stained...

Hey that’s mine...this is not possible...

Sneha is trying again. K...K...no more games...

But but...something’s lit up in the shaggy pocket of the tramp.

That’s my ringtone...

Oh! There she looked up expectantly...and for a brief moment I think I saw a gleam in her eyes...

My princess...

Seeing the tramp she looked away...

I saw tears swelling up in her eyes. She rose, silent, walked off into the distance...

(Thanks to Azgar...and someone else...)