Chaddu Falls

There's this girl who in my life who I think I sometimes hate, She knows a thing or two about destiny and I think she believes in fate. She's more of an early bird, but the kind who sleeps late at night, She has weird tactics, and when it comes to butts, it's always tight. She's strange in ways that can't be talked about, She's one of the people, once befriended, you won't be able to live without. Good judge of character, and knows a bitch when she sees one, If you hurt her friends, consider your friendship with her to be done. She's the kind of crazy that wears a watch, Sucker for desserts; although I think she hates butterscotch. Chick-flicks are her thing and sometimes I doubt why she's my partner in crime, While she keeps yelling in her voice that makes me cringe, I just wonder why she's mine. When I needed someone to wash my face when I was drunk, Or when I needed someone on Mondays with me to bunk. She's not one of those, who you let go. If she goes somewhere, I promise that I'll follow. The only legal heir, When you need her, she's there. The virgin mother with three kids, Remember if she allows, she also forbids. Happy birthday asshole. No one matches or understands self-obsession like you do.  -L I think the picture says it all. ;)

All this time.

I don’t know how I feel right now. I have so much to say to the world but I’ve come to realize that sometimes, actually there’s never any point in saying anything. Guess why. The answer to my question is that people don’t get it. I fail to understand that even though humans were smart enough to invent machines they’re not smart enough to understand the one thing we all have in common – emotions.

They don’t get it.

I don’t know why but there’s no use of trying and thinking that one day it will all finally make sense because it will not. When you’re a kid, you’ll cry for toys. When you’re a teenager, you will cry for friends. When you’re in your twenties, you will cry for your career. When you’re into thirties, you’ll cry because of some midlife crisis. In old age, you will cry because of loneliness and it will never end.

The crying doesn’t stop and in fact, it never will stop.

So stop thinking that you’ll one day find your happy ending because the fact is, you won’t.

You’ll always keep longing for something that is missing and one day, when you’re on your deathbed, you will realize that all of this has been for nothing, because all that while, when you had the love of your life sitting in front of you, you were thinking about something you didn’t have. M

All that while, when you were drinking coffee at a hill station and the cold breeze was hitting you, you were thinking about how wonderful it would’ve been to have someone you love beside you.

All that while, when your wife served you breakfast in bed, you were thinking about how you don’t want to go to that pathetic job of yours you absolutely hate.

That moment, it will hit you. That all that while when you had the thing to be happy about, you were busy thinking about the one thing that you didn’t have and you will realize that the purpose of living this life that was given to you, was lost somewhere along the middle.

So stop thinking and start doing. Actions are more important than thoughts and as long as you keep thinking, you will miss out on appreciating, which is the only thing that will make life actually beautiful.

I’m sure that I still have a lot to learn before I tell anyone or my readers what life is about but even if I’m Jon Snow and I know nothing, there’s one more thing I have in common with Jon Snow and that thing is that I don’t back out from a fight.

Don’t call me wise and appreciate my post because that won’t do me any good. If you think even slightly that this post was good, just do me a favour and start appreciating what you have because before you know it, it might be lost.

-L

Might💚

If it's 3 am and you're tossing around pillows because you can't stop thinking about that one person who either ruined you or put the pieces together, I feel you.
It's nothing to be ashamed about. We all have been there,done that and at this hour, everybody's craving for the one thing they can't have.
So here's a poem I wrote some time back, which will probably make your tragic night more tragic so my apologies and special thanks to The only legal heir for typing this for me and all of you and to Madam Grover for giving my poem a title.😙😚❤

Melodies that get me by my mundane mornings,
People might leave but memories shall always cling.
Dreamcatchers will not get you through your bad dreams,
But someone might if at 2am,if he is willing to buy you icecream.
Photos might not capture what your heart will,
Stills and instances from the time you spent will leave you numb and still.
This old shirt might loose the lipstick stain that you left behind,
But in case he leaves the cigarettes won't loose the stain that slipped his mind.
Shadows of the memories might trouble you at night,
The truth is sad. You won't move on and he might.
Candles you once lit might melt an die,
And there will be mights when all you can do is cry.

So that's all for tonight, thanks for all the love.❤

The horizon.

Sometimes in life, trying is not the answer.
They tell you that every time you try, you're one step closer to the destination. But just like Science, whatever they say, will always have one exception to the rule.
To be honest, the exception will always be more important than the rule.
The key to success is not trying, it's to know WHEN to stop trying.
Sometimes, fighting makes it harder and giving in to the situation is easier than battling your inner demons. Peace is a hard place to find and when you do find it, being at peace is even harder.

Winning every battle you fight is not necessary to win the war. Winning is not victory. Winning is a medal you wear for 2 hours, victory is the trophy that lives on your front desk forever.

It's like, when you take a test with negative marketing and subjective questions. Why don't you answer the questions you don't know the answers to?
Because losing something that's yours over something that's not going to end well is pointless.
Do the same with relationships.
If you're not sure, don't go for it because the chances of you getting something good out of doubt, are rare and shouldn't be considered.

I'm not even sure if you get what I'm trying to say because nothing makes sense anymore.
Bottomline is, don't waste your time trying to fly to the horizon, because no matter how tempting it is, it was, is and always will be, unachievable.

The piece of the puzzle.

I am a sad person.
I am never happy, god knows how I don't have the closest idea to what content means or implies, and I keep cribbing all the time.
That's how my attitude has been most of my life. I've always looked at the glass half empty and I've always wondered about the piece of the puzzle that was missing. But of late, things have changed.
It's not that I'm happy all of a sudden, but I know that in some way, my days are brighter.
The transition between school to college has taken away a major part of my life, and honestly, I've lost a lot of people in the past few months. But I don't recall being depressed or anxious or being drenched in melancholy. Things that would've ruined me or broken me 2 years ago just don't make that much of a difference anymore and I've grown immune to a lot that used to be intoxicating.
So I guess, what I'm saying is, I've grown one step closer to being a grown up or maybe a cold heart-ed, or maybe some of both, or maybe definitely neither but who the hell has time to decide?
Life's a little TOO short to ponder upon what happens, let alone WHY it happens.
Point is, being a grown up is a sad thing but from a certain angle, the best thing that can happen to you is that you stop giving a fuck.



Kids pass me by in uniformity when the sun is right above my head,
Do I wish I was among them or am I happy instead?

People stare and pass their judgements when I walk by,
Maybe that's the reason school had uniform or maybe I'm just high.

Things are simple if you look at the problem as if you know the answer,
They say, love kills you from within and I just need to ask, then what the fuck is cancer?

We know a lot more than we think we do, if we concentrate long enough,
Life's not fair and we're surrounded by lies but sometimes, it's not if you're smart enough to call the bluff.

People leave and it's okay. You're not going to be dead inside if someone leaves,
Sometimes, memories are gold, and all we become are thieves.

Look to the right, the truth shall triumph and the bad things will go away,
Darkness is inevitable, kid and things won't always be as bright as Broadway.

It's okay to feel out of place and sense that you're not where you belong,
If you feel you're not fitting in, you're probably the only one who's not wrong.



That probably sums up how I feel and that's it for the night. :)

Madam Grover❣

It's weird how there are some people who have been there for so long, that you start taking them for granted, and even after every thing you put them through, they don't leave you.
It's not something nice, and it makes you a bad person. But then, the fact that you know that they love you so much makes you love them even more.
They're like family now and no other relationship compares to the one you share with them.

For me, this person has always been Manasvi Grover.
She's more like an elder sister but I have the luxury of lecturing her when she screws up.
We've had our moments, and we have gone months without talking to each other but over the years that we've spent bossing each other around, we've come to realize that it ends with the people who were there from the start.
There will always be guest appearances and people who are necessary to support the story because what's a movie without a good supporting cast?
But we've learnt our lesson about it, and it says, "The fact that there are 25 roles in a movie, doesn't necessarily mean that all 25 will make it to throughout the movie."

In exceptional cases when that might happen, movies like Salaam-e-Ishq are made.

I don't even know what to write about her, because words do justice to neither.  Not her, nor to our bond.

All I could tell you is that I pity those who didn't get the chance to know her, and despise those who took that chance for granted.

More than that, I am sorry for everytime I was one of the latter.

Anyway, point of the post was 14 days to go, Madam Grover.💜

Shudh Desi Romance.

So did I mention that I have this super annoyingly amazing boyfriend? Even if I didn't, I'm pretty sure you've figured it out by the last few romantic posts. Even if you didn't, I have a boyfriend and he's adorable and he loves me and he doesn't cheat on me and WE COMPLETED A YEAR TODAY! 

So saalgirah mubarak to me and blah blah blah. YAY!

Now most of our relationship, Humor has kept us close. So I'm going to give you an idea of how it feels to be a girlfriend for an entire year. 

So you know the feeling when you know that ghar pe rajma chawal bane hai and you dream about it all day in school and then you come home, running from your van just to have rajma chawal, and then you realize, there's no rajma chawal. That kind of pain?

That's exactly how I feel when I check my phone in the morning and there's no text from him.  

OKAY! ALL THE TIME. LIKE, ALL THE FUCKING TIME. Every time we've hung out or made out or did any sort of thing that we've done together, be it a one hour visit or a seven hour visit, EVERY time it's time for you to go, I GET A FEELING. 

Like, you know that feeling when you go really far from home to eat your favorite meal like Def.Col ka chicken shawarma, and then you have it and then you sit in your car with a satisfied stomach but five minutes later, YOU WANT MORE!? 

That's how it feels when you have to go. Like, it's that SAD. 

Now, you might think I'm criticizing you, but I'm not. It's all Google's fault. It gave me all the negative images. 

So YEAH! If I wanted you to text me back an hour later, I WOULDN'T HAVE SENT A TEXT. I WOULD HAVE SENT AN EMAIL OR A FUCKING LETTER. 

It's like the sunburn from a fun day outdoor. It just keeps on itching. YOUR TEXTS ARE MY ICE. 

Like, I need you to make me feel better and I hate when you're not there. I text you and then there's this single tick on whatsapp which annoys the fuck out of me because, why do you have instant messaging applications in your phone when you can't instantly reply? 

Now, It's like I'm giving away a huge secret weapon which I'm sure is going to cost me in the near future but because it's you, Booo, I'm willing to take that risk. 

So you know when you're with me and you start talking about science, basically physics or anything that's not us or me or food, I do this. It's very much possible that the cleavage you can suddenly see right after you start talking, is intentional because let's face the truth, SCIENCE BORES ME. 

So long story short, my apologies for not listening and I forgive you for keep talking. :*

Do you even remember how many times have we said this to each other? "I think we need to reconsider this relationship" and out of utmost sincerity but then, AGAIN! 

We always fall back together. Although, for people who've been in a relationship for one whole year, one breakup, that too one that lasted an hour seems to be less. But meh, we're cute and we're cuter when we're together so I totally understand why did this happen. Like, totes. 

Now if I write down about the quality of good night texts that Utkarsh Chaturvedi provides. I think everybody who reads this, and my keyboard is going to die out of shame. But the fact that I'm still wiling to write about them clearly specifies that I HAVE NO SHAME when it comes to you. NOPE, I DON'T. I mean, we saw Besharam together, if there's two people who have zero shame, it's us and by the way, you know how to knock me off my feet and you know how to keep me on my toes. 

You know, given the kind of conversations we have at night, ^ might be the most true statement I've ever made. *wink, wink*

Now that happens after you ask me if you can sleep and I keep rocks on my heart, {this sounds way better in HINDI.} and I let you go to sleep. It's like, I hear this voice, *beep* and then BOOO gets disconnected and then I look right and then I look left and then I sigh and wonder, "Fuck."

Then, after two minutes on snapchat, five minutes of reading boring stories on facebook, I realize that without you, it's all bullshit. Boring fucking bullshit. So boring, that it makes me want to sleep. 

EVERY TIME I SEE YOU WALKING TOWARDS ME. Holy fuck! 

You know when you call me and you say "Turn around", I can hear electric guitar playing with the playback song, "TERA DHYAAN KIDHAR HAI, TERA HERO IDHAR HAI. ARREY PALAT!" 

{Was that too much bollywood? Because I can replace it with cheesy songs from Taylor Swift like "I SEE SPARKS FLY WHENEVER BLA BLA BLA."}

IF YOU CHEAT ON ME. {Which I'm pretty sure you won't. I mean, look at me.}

I promise you in the presence of the old gods and the new and the god of light, that I WILL FUCKING COOK YOUR NEW GIRLFRIEND FOR DINNER. And I will make sure you eat it.

{In future, in case that happens, Can I go to jail for that?}

Well, that has only happened once or twice so nah. Not going to elaborate.

That happens with you more than it happens with me. You know why? Because mere alaawa tera hai hi kaun?

I LOVE SAYING THAT! :P

Even if that's not true, I do this only out of curiosity to know who is more important than spending time with me. 

TODAYYY! 

There's something with ties and belts that gets me to wink and whistle, ALL THE TIME. {That came out wrong, didn't it?}

I know I'm rude when I'm mad and I know I suck most of the time because I'm a bummer more often than not. I'm late, lazy and shit. I can't find anything else that starts with L so my figure of speech implementation was unsuccesfull. 

Anyway, point is. Like most girlfriends, I don't wear short dresses for you, {Although, I always want to look good for you} I don't netflix with you and I'm never happy. I critcize way more than I should and I always make you feel like you're not enough. 

But that's not true. Not even a little bit. Not even at all. 

I dig your smile and you're always going to be way MORE than I bargained for, for the simple reason that I hopelessly, relentlessly and unconditionally love you. 

So much that I'd watch Besharam with you AGAIN. {Maybe, that's the alcohol talking right now} and I'd do every cliched move in the book only to make you realize what a blessing it is to have a partner like you in my life. 

I know what you are probably thinking right now, 

Literally, silly hai meri love life. 

#ShudhDesiRomance.