Bablu's Bla Bla Bla

Bablu!
Pareshaan thi Bablu ki wife …….
Non-happening thi jo uski life !
Bablu ko nahi milta tha aaram
Office main jo karta tha…… kaam hi kaam !

Bablu ke boss bhi thay bade cool
Promotion ko har baar jate thay bhool
Par bhulte nahi thay wo deadline …….

Kaam to karwate thay roz till nine !!!

Bablu bhi banna chahta tha the best
Isliye to wo nahi karta tha rest !!
Din raat karta wo boss ki gulami
Promotion ke ummid main deta tha salami !!

Din guzre …….aur guzar gaye phir saalo saal
Bura hota gaya Bablu ka haal
Bablu ko ab kuch bhi yaad na rehta tha

Hey all,

Not quite sure, whether I wanna share, what I have in my mind..

I used to tell myself, that the blog space is not for readers to read, but more importantly for me to download things in my head.
Prolly, todays the first day, I would do that.
So this time wont make any effort to explain with examples or metaphors (if at all I have done that in past)

It's time of the year, when we make resolutions for the next year.

Someone asked me..

Is love blind?
Is it? Havent thought, but then we are made to believe it that way.. Thanks the influence of Bollywood..

Lets explore..
If love was blind, then why would be bother about shape, size, nature or any descriptive parameter of the other person?
You may say, the parameters don't matter, but if that's the case, how do we fall in love? Blind love to be precise..

Consider God to be retailer..

We always get what we wait for... Just that we dont wait long enough...
What say?

We all understand, the law of Karma...
The concept that, whatever happens, happens for the best...
And yet sometimes, we question
Why did it happen to me of all people?
Why does it always happen to me?
Why cant I get, what I want?
Why why why?

In one such moment, when I was irritated, I texted a friend asking, "WHY WHY WHY" to which I got one best answers I could ever get

"It happened, only because U let it happen.
And then U thought, Did U want it to happen that way?
Any then U felt, It should have happened the other way round"

Friends
I love them when they are there not just to fill in time over coffee and movies, but meaningfully make a difference to one's life.

A few days, back an observant friend asked me, do I ever smile?
For those who know me, would realise it does not take a genius or too much observation to ask such a question to me. I have been made to realise of this fact by a 1000 different people, however there was something different on this occasion.

A few days back, I made a casual comment to a friend (?), that she uses too much of hyperbola (as in figure of speech) in the language she speaks. It was a casual comment, just an observation... not any criticism or praise.

And yesterday, while I was interacting with her again, and suddenly her face lit up and she said
"Vishal, you use too much of sacrasm"
She wanted to say more, but then she stopped herself, thinking I might feel offended.

And I did feel offended, not because, she said, what she said, but because of things which she thought but did not feel comfortable to say.

Sometimes we share..
Share with others...
Others whom we feel are ours..

Oh my the illusion..

or is it a reality?

sometimes we share...

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I am generally never good enough to pen such words..
But may sometimes its not me writing this words.. its the words which wanna come together on their own using me as a stenographer..

Enjoy being used...