... and she lived happily ever after!

New year resolutions have been a thing of fame,

During the days when I knew much lesser of life,

Whatever, a resolution there was always one,

Kept or unkept, one surely made!

Years passed and each year came a birthday,

A day that made me older; finally came this year;

The year that makes me wiser!

The days gone are gone; never to come back,

The days to come may or may not come; knowledge I lack.

But today is here, with me in front of me,

Today I see, today is all that will mean.

The year gone, the people gone; I still remain;

For the future I know not, the past I want to speak not;

This moment is all I want to relish, for today is all that will mean.

I am older; wiser too may be;

But I still want to make this resolution,

An oath on my past, a promise to my future –

To live my life with all happiness, each moment!

Not from people, not from days

But from within, from the real me

Me and today, for this is all that will mean; and remain!

It is Love

A smile curves my lips just coz I think of you,
A tear rolls down just coz I didn’t see you,
Life cannot be so insensible!
This has to be it; nothing else can feel like this.

You hold my hand and it feels like the world is with me,
You hug me tight and it feels like nothing exists but you and me,
Life cannot be so magical!
This has to be it; nothing else can feel like this.

Pain gets sweeter with each moment we are apart,
Only coz we are a moment closer to meeting again,
Life cannot be so strange!
This has to be it; nothing else can feel like this.

The Little One

He was so small. Cannot be more than 6 – 10 months old. Wet, soaked in rain water! Scorpio car’s height is quite a bit for the little one to fall down from. Its light brown skin color now 3 shades darker and eyes shining black. In the middle of the subway, this little one fell down from the top of a black scorpio car standing ahead of me in the jam.

It almost looked like I was the only one who noticed his slip. I wondered what he was doing on top of the car? A lizard on a car … not something that we expect to see. And now in the middle of the subway that is jammed with vehicles; wheels and tyres of all sizes will soon start moving zig-zag to be the first to get out of the chaos. He was still motionless. He was just about a foot and half from my Activa’s front wheel. It was raining mildly. I could understand that he wasn’t able to move. One reason being the new surface that was so watery and the other being the shock and impact of the fall.

I peeped to notice that the signal will remain red for another 30 seconds. Will this little one recoup by then? Even if he does, will he survive the wheels? Left or right, he had at least 10 feet to run before he reached safety. Is he capable of making all this calculation or is he still in shock? Is he feeling lost, away from his cosy home?

He probably lived in a big house. The owner has a scorpio! May be some house with many rooms, big kitchen and huge lofts. Many flowing curtains and enough wall furniture and fixtures for him to find warmth. He probably just broke the rules and wandered into the car shed? May be the silvery-white car cover impressed him and he wanted to give it a try. He must have missed the conversation about the family eat-out plan! The driver must have removed the cover with a negligent sway and luckily the little one must have found his balance and clung on to the side of the car. A car is surely a new hide-out for this little one. He couldn’t have known that this is not a good place to live because of the hot engine and rolling tyres. When have the little ones listened to the seniors?

He must have again had two options. Direction 1 or direction 2. One would have taken him closer to the floor and he could have easily marched to safety. He clearly chose the other to land at the top of the car. The engine must have been switched on, the entire family would have rushed in shaking the whole car and needing the little one to keep his grip steady on the soft curves of the car. Zoooop. Now on the roads! Never would he have thought of such speeds. 60 km/hour with no protection and losing grip. It must have felt like a nightmare! But then, little one, you strayed to adventure and so you got your full share! May be!

Big cars hate big jams. Big car drivers hate small cars/bikes in big jams! We were all moving by inches and this driver got really irritated and hit the brake hard when he had to stop. Thlup! This little one fell down and became a part of my life. Feeling lost, away from his cosy home.

The signal is almost green, in 3 seconds it is get-set-go! I waited for the traffic to my right to clear so that I don’t decide the little one’s destiny. He was still immobile. I told myself that I will move to the right and keep going. I don’t have to look back to see what happens to him. As destined.

I moved right and ahead and turned back to see a motorist travel on the line where the little one was lying still. I blinked to keep the rain water away from my eyes and found him gone. The bike just rode past me.

He probably suffered a run-over and got smashed against the front/back wheel and now stuck to the tyre with his limbs extended and he dead! Life’s over even before he lived it full.

It could have also been that he managed to make a knick of the moment leap and got into the insides of the bike’s wheel. He would have found the surface less smooth and easier to grip. It would have been a roller coaster till the motorist reached his home and switched off the engine. After a while, he would have got off the wheel, slowly travelled through the wet park area floor and reached the safety of the walls. He would have entered the house through the small gap in the window. Pink paint, lot of unclosed shelves, kitchen to the right with lot of things in the loft, two school going kids and so lot of books. But no curtains L Wish you a happy life in your new home, little one!

Be willing to be a student sometimes!

It has taken me a year to fill my blog with something. A year. I don’t believe it! The car-ride experience from Kodaikanal to Chennai and all the related affairs are still so fresh in my mind. The year has surely passed fast. Good. Very good!

Work has been at top priority, after family and near-dear ones, of course.

I just read a friend’s status quote which says, “Be willing to be a student sometimes!”. Not a perfectly structured line, I would say, “Sometimes, be willing to be a student!”.

But the message is much more important. Sentence structuring and word usage, for most of us, ended in school. Then on, the emphasis has been more on the message/stuff than the words.

In all this, have most of us forgotten how to express?

Have words lost their value?

“Thanks” “Sorry” “I Love You” “Miss You” – these words have long lost their true meaning. The words now no longer seem to carry the expression. They come so much from the tip of the tongue than from the depth of the heart, so much that it has become increasingly difficult to trust that someone really loves us or is thankful to us or is sorry about what happened or misses us.

This makes the world an all the more easy place to live for the men around me. Since these words have no credence, our folks are spared from using them and expressing themselves. Do they still know that the woman inside the lady would still want to hear these words? Nay!

Do we know to use words to appreciate other’s efforts? At home or work? We seem to be more worried about the other person’s ego getting boosted with our appreciation than valuing the human in him/her and adding to their goodness for the day. But then, do we stop ourselves from pointing the not-so-nice? :) hehe!

Some of my friends tease me for using words like amazing, perfect, great, awesome, lovely, fantastic, wow, nice. I am absolutely sure they are just pulling my leg for this is not how many of us express; and for the non-Indian customer base for whom I work and from whom I pick such adjectives. But I like these words. They carry so much positive energy. So much that it adds enthusiasm not only to the receiver and listeners, but to the speaker too. I love these words :)

So to see, words have not died, the good ones have faded with time.

Have actions also died down?

How many of us hug our friends? How many of us shake hands everyday with our colleagues? (In my previous workplace, we were 5 friends – 2 guys and 3 girls and each day all of us shook hands when we met each other for the first time in the day. This act did not seem to bear much importance while we did. There were others who thought it funny and unnecessary. But who cared? Today, now in my current workplace, I miss this contact. A simple hand shake confirmed the relationship and re-established everyday that we are going to work together and solve all problems hand-in-hand. It reduced stress. I miss you, guys! It will be great to work with you all again, any day!).

Do we all hug our family members before we leave for office each day and after we return home? How many of us make eye contact with our partners (whatever be the status of the relationship) to tell them that they add value to our lives?

When was the last time we told our mother about the wonderful pongal-chutney-kesari that she makes? Do we look back at our lives and appreciate our parents for their contribution to our present? Does your little one know that you admire her/him when she/he is fast asleep?

Time of Assumptions!

Today is a time where assumptions rule higher than expression. I of course love you otherwise why would I be doing this? Of course I like what you make, why else do I eat so much? Of course you are good to work with, otherwise I would have shifted team long back.

I wonder, is it only me who thinks – probably the person is clinging on for comfort reasons? Probably eating what I make since it works out cheaper? Works with me only coz others are little more difficult. I hope and really hope I am not the only person under the big Sun who needs words and actions and expressions.

I don’t much understand why expressions are kept a secret. While I understand things like “if everything is said, then nothing remains.” Right. But that’s for those to worry who come even somewhere close to “everything”. Most of us are now at level “nothing”. :)

We are living in a world of men and women; where men understand only action; express only through actions and see through their eyes, whereas women want to say it all, hear it all and see through their minds. Will the balancing happen or is this something that my 3 gen-next will also write about? Or would words, actions and expression be extinct and relate to history and be called historical terminologies?

The feeling will remain .....

Now this is sensitive. I pray to all the super natural powers that wander around me to keep me on track!

On my previous entries in this space, I have received varied comments. I published all the favourable comments and rejected the rest. I appreciate blogspot for providing the "moderate comments" option!
Some friends think they are just okay ... nothing specific .. important friends ... but I respect their thoughts ... may be they expect more from me and I have failed to match their expectation! I will work harder.
Many other friends and close family were very appreciative of the entries, with many comments that are motivating and also capable of slightly lifting me off my feet! Thank you all!

But why this now?

I have many friends and I am glad that I have been gathering them all my way since quite a young age! I am very glad that I have each one of them as part of my life.

But why this now?

I want to write about a very recent friend ... very very recent ... a friend who made me realise what friendship is all about! It’s irresistible that I don't write about him here.

Before I proceed to explain how, where, when and who; I will have to expose myself little more to you; to try and bring out the real reason why this person deserves a special entry in my blog!

I am such a fuss! Truly, if I view myself from a third-party shoe, I will call myself "Oh, just ignore her, she is a fuss of the first degree!"
I fuss about food! I need good food. I really do. I mean it. If my self-preparation is bad, I do not serve it for anyone but myself. Food has to be perfect and each thing should carry its distinguished taste and smell. Now let me not project as if I am a wonderful cook ... I do fine ... but I fuss like hell when others serve me. Ask my mom and she will tell you how I could identify that the beans or carrot needs more cooking, sitting in my study room!
Adding to it, I am fussy also about whom I eat with! I know it is bad, but I can't help it. My distinction does not follow caste or creed or gender. I can eat only with people whom my heart recognizes. So, recently there are times when I eat alone. I don't feel bad about it. Solitude is better than forced company, to me!
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We were on our way back from our vacation ... a cut-short to the trip because my husband got infected with Chicken pox. We had to leave back for home 4 days before schedule and it was a 5-day holiday plan. The positive was that we got the chance to travel by car from the hill-top to the Chennai plains! The positive is: I realised a deep feeling. I felt it.

My husband was not well; but I must admit, he was doing his best not to fall too sick. I could feel it, sitting next to him. I understood that he doesn't want to look weak, considering that we are traveling on a lonely route and if he is not too awake, I am at risk.
Fear was there. Very much there. Today it looks futile to have feared, but back then it was there.

The car driver ... a nice guy ... I had enquired about the driver's capability on the hilly-roads with the hotel reception; I consider my husband best in driving and traveling with someone else is always a secondary option for me. This time I had no option. Even if I was told that he is not too good, I could have done nothing but be ready for a mishap!

He was wonderful. We spoke a lot about the hills. About areas least visited and areas most visited. We spoke about climate, vegetation. He showed me coffee plantations. I touched coffee seeds and smelled them too. He showed us some falls and spoke about their origin. From him, I leant about the tribes and their villages and their lifestyle. With him and his words, I got a fresh view of the Mountains and its habitat. It was rejuvenating.

We stopped once or twice for medicines or for tender coconut or for petrol. He was very helpful. Calm and composed. Told me not to try reading while we are driving down mountains, they could disturb vision and in turn lead to a headache.

He was a sweet chap! He played some old Hindi song CDs that I enjoyed. I was surprised when my husband could also recognise some of those songs! Amazing guy! With a body temperature peaked at 102 degrees; uncomfortable car ride; this guy still had his enthusiasm alive. Just for me! I knew! I know!

We had to stop for lunch. I had packed sufficient idli “rice pancakes” for my husband and he ate it in the car. It’s not safe to face dust with this infection. Also, members of the society are likely to dislike when Chicken-pox-infected-members enter common places. Understandable, though!

I acted very casual. But let me tell, my thoughts about lunch have been dominating my mind for a while by then. I couldn’t even concentrate on some part of “love aaj kal” that our driver played for us on the Car TV. I knew this moment would come and I dreaded it.

My husband wouldn’t get down from the car. He couldn’t. He shouldn’t.
I would go in alone. Of course, Salim would also come in. We both had to eat lunch. He had said that it is a good place. But how good can a highway dhaba be? And Good Food is very very very subjective, ain’t it?

However, my apprehension was not about the food. Not at all. I would eat rice curd and pickle and manage till I get home. But would I sit alone or would Salim sit next to me to eat?

Almost 2 hours I pondered over this thought and there was nothing I could conclude about it. I would usually allow things to flow with the stream. But this was my ever-fuss situation. How would everything happen?

The place was clean. Thank Goodness! 1% of my problem is solved.
Salim walked to wash his hands. I followed. He was not to be seen afterwards. For few seconds.

Usually drivers do not share table with us. I haven’t traveled with drivers much, but this line suited my preference. I chose a table close to a window. A window directed towards our parked hired-car. I sat on the chair closest to the window. I wanted to keep a watch on my husband. Or was I insecure? How does it matter now, the day is over and it has taken away all the fear and anxiety.

He was standing close to me. Looking at the table next to mine. There was a man already eating on that table and he was about to pull the chair and join him.

“Join me, Salim”
“Madam”
“Join me. Sit here”

We had a nice meal. We both opted for South Indian meals. It’s never too clever to try north dishes in a south-eat-out. We spoke little over food. That little made so much sense. So much.
He was sorry that our holiday was ending like this. He was happy that my husband was managing well and sitting-up still. He was keen that we make it again this year. He was excited when I said I would touch-base when we revisit. He was eating well. He accepted my offer and ordered a lemon-soda. He smiled when I cracked a silly joke. He suggested I tip the waiter with no more than 10/- and he was pleased when I thanked the waiter for his services.

This is surely his regular stop-place; and it would have probably added some weight to his image that he shared table with his lady customer; ordered a juice; tipped the waiter ten bucks! All this was apart his bata!

But I did not ask him to join me for all this.
I offered to eat with him out of instincts. My heart recognized him. Felt him.
It was not difficult to share my table with him. It was not difficult to eat with him.
I felt something very deep. A human instinct. A natural feeling of feeling one with someone. This had no physical connection, we don’t know much about each other, I don’t even know if he is married, I know he prays in a different style to the Lord because of his name.

This was friendship. In its truest form. I felt it. I shared it. I carried it. Here, I deliver it to one and all of you.
I am still floating in that feeling. A feeling that I felt for Salim. A feeling which I am not sure I will feel for anyone else ever again.

My tribute to the feeling of Friendship, Humanity and Sharing.

The long-road to office!

Anybody who has spoken to me for more than 60–61 minutes will already be aware that I need to travel an hour to reach my workplace and I ride my 3-year old Activa. I would have also told you the various problems I face, not missing the backache and my no-time–for-exercise schedule.

Now, anybody who knows so much about the most important journey of my everyday life deserves to know what happened today!

Experiments do not work with me. I prefer pre-set paths.

Assumptions do not work with me. Assurance does.

Hints do not guide me. This-way and that-way will take you there...this works perfect.

Today’s Tale

A normal day … okay I will be honest …. Not a very normal day …. The morning tuition kids came late and I was irritated … they don’t concentrate on what is being taught and I need to be patient and explain the importance of this chapter in the epic and in history too … cooking, packing for work, preparing breakfast, getting ready for work … wondering if I can leave early in the evening for KrishnaJayanthi … Husband suggesting that I take the day off! I saying nope, not today! Saying “No” puts the most stress on me!

I start off for work on time … Husband-I part ways after our 2-kms together-ride and then I start my long-journey to work. All was well … my brake was working fine … I had full control over the bike … I was concentrating on the road … I took all the right-left as all days … I stood at all signals … and then …

..and then … the 5th signal of my route showed 150 seconds waiting and I was almost in the 15th row of vehicles! I noticed the free-left that takes you to the perpendicular road without having to wait at a signal … it would be a curving road, I knew. I just had to take the correct left, the correct right and the correct left!

I should have taken the warning there .. CORRECT is such a big word! ….

I swayed my Activa into the free-left … All was well … then I don’t remember what happened … I took the next right and the next left … I knew it was the way .. but now I know I didn’t take the Correct Right-left … To my horror .. I got lost! Gosh!

I didn’t know where I was going … concerned that I was on the wrong road … I did what I dreaded most … my husband will be terribly ashamed of me … I am lost!
I smiled, I could sense that I was slightly hysteric … then I smiled again and I produced it better and then I smiled once again … and I was my normal self. A smile helps, proved again. All this while, I was still fast on the accelerator.

Then I turned to look around as I rode to see that the places around me were actually nice … the road was a residential street with trees all around and a kid-school too on the right … the road offered a right and left … I peeped and found the right more interesting … bigger road with medians and less traffic .. I decided to go that way .. I am anyway lost, how does it matter where I get lost .. let me as well enjoy this …

Then there were many decisions to take .. this way that way … at a signal I decided to take the free-left but by the time I reached the signal, it was green and I decided to as well go straight … how did it matter anyway!

After about 30 minutes, I really got tired. I mean, how longer could I be in the “lost-state”. I finally pulled my brakes and stopped, to find no-one around. No one ask-able, to be specific.
There was this young lady on the road, walking with an umbrella .. must be terribly complexion conscious, again not my type. But how did her cosmetic-interest matter to me while all I want to know is “Where am I?”

I excused myself with her and asked various questions, the answers of which I thought would help me! She understood that I was lost, but wondered why I was full of smiles! She said “there is a shorter route with various turns to reach your destination, but if you are here already, I am sure you will never make it there on the turning-route. Please travel on the main road and take the signals straight till you reach the Arch! Turn left”
I interrupted, “the Anna nagar Arch?”
“No” came the sharp reply “Ayanavaram Arch”
“There is an arch here too? Amazing. Do you live here? I live in Anna nagar”
“Nope, I am here to meet my friend .. I bunked work today”
“Wow! Lovely. Where do you work?”
“ICICI bank – Sales Manager”
“Oh poor you!. Meeting your bf today? You can tell me .. anyway you don’t know me and so you need not worry if I would tell anyone! Isn’t it?”
“That’s right. Yes. We want to have a day out, just us.”
“Awesome, wish you a nice day J Freak-out! Your name?”
“Divya. Yours?”
“Priya. Thanks Divya … I go straight and straight and left at the Arch!”
“Right. Office?”
“Yes. Late. Bye!”

Ayanavaram has an Arch too?? But then I have no right to question her words, I don’t even know which direction is Ayanavaram from Anna nagar!!
I went on as she suggested and to the left I started seeing places that I have seen before … not very familiar, but I knew I had seen them before .. may be yesterday evening? … I then decided to take the route that I thought right! It’s anyway a day of adventures; why not as well try this?

Aha! I reached K4 and from there I took the left and right and then …

… and then… the 5th signal of my route showed 150 seconds waiting and I was almost in the 15th row of vehicles! I noticed the free-left … that takes you to the perpendicular road without having to wait at a signal … it would be a curving road, I knew. I just had to take the correct left, the correct right and the correct left!

I patiently waited for 151 seconds and rode off straight!

T-E-A-R-S

Tears flood-in in times of pain
In times of anger and disgust
Emotions break-out into tears
At sad and happy moments of life

A tear, a woman's weakness
A tear, a man's weakness too!
A tear, backed by fear
or sheer excitement

That single drop of H2O
More than hydrogen and oxygen (and salt!)
Carries the message "I am hurt"
Sometimes says with a smile "I am happy"

"Thanks :-)" "Sorry :-)"
"I Love you" "I miss you".

I dropped a tear now
A simple path down my cheeks
travelling to the corner of my lips
Tickling the already tickled emotions, it said -

"You make my life better - Stay on please"

I am neither happy nor sad
Worried no, not anxious too
The tear slipped .... just because
I am too shy to tell you how much you mean to me -
"You make my life better - Stay on please"

Everything ... nothing

There was everything,
Everything that I could ever want.
Cake, candles, flowers and drinks.
A friend too, who means a lot..

gifts too, of course :-)
How can I miss them!
They took me all by surprise.
... there was everything

The theatre tickets ..
..they had the icing effect -
Thank you so much!
..there was everything.

Still there was emptiness ..
..Loneliness and sadness!
There was everything ..
.. yet there was nothing.

ALPENLIEBE and my Sleeping-mind

Three things that I cannot really boast about:

1. My observation from the Television

2. My memory in general

3. My sense of topographical direction



Recently, I have also exposed to some new friends, how weak my above related skills are. But of course, this does not interrupt my day-to-day life and still keeps me on a moderate profile job and brings in some money for the cheese! on the bread that my husband already brings home!



This tale is about this morning, when things were little different ..
I woke up late to find my husband starring at the TV since two hours then, with great adoration in his eyes for a group of men, two of them trying to hit the ball and the rest waiting for it to sway in their direction!!!! Anyway, I have never spoken positive about this game, so there is no special reason to be good today.



He moved on to the computer to check mails and I just sat on the sofa and looked at the TV screen very un-interestedly! It was Kajol on the screen, making little funny faces, and there was a crocodile ... I had to rub my eyes to confirm that it was not Ajay or SRK!!! No, it was the crocodile, the alpenliebe crocodile :-)

Kajol went on to explain - Just once I fed him with an alpenliebe at the zoo and since then he has been behind me ... actually today I also managed to notice the mosaic design in the crocodile's eyes as he tasted the toffee!!



Huh! I closed my eyes and wanted to drift back to sleep, and ish ... there was a stupid dirty board in front of my eyes ... I am sure the board was painted in yellow and red combination when it was first put in place. It read "Please dont feed animals". I still could not really recognise what I was seing .. then I saw my mother, she looked much younger, wow! and that was my favorite brown saree that I wanted to own after her, as I grew older .... and OMG, thats my dad!! he was plumper and healthier and his hair still had strands of black ... and suddenly there was someone jumping next to me, and I was non-reactive, obviously must be my brother, i dont even have to turn back to confirm that, hahahaha



This was all too much to take on a sunday morning, and then I saw the white tiger ... Oh My! i am at the zoo . Calcutta Zoo ... I loved the white tiger, always .. what colour, what grace ... I could also recollect the poem "tiger" by William Blake .. but why all this now, I actually want a coffee ... and then it was that dirty board again and yes, there was something in Bengali, the words had faded with time ... sense of the language in me, as well!



Then I heard my husband actually screaming - wake up, there is no tiger here, who is blake? Your client? your sales person in the UK, US?



Piiicccchhhh .... Oh God ... I atlast woke up, eyes bright and open and I am sure I gave a very stupid look, for my husband just sighed and sat back on his chair, he had now shifted attention to the daily.


Thank you conscience ... you observed what my awake mind never saw - for so long ...



What Kajol did was violation of the rule that animals in zoo should not be fed with anything other than authorities approved food .. what wrong ideas the advertisement was suggesting for the young minds ... a mother of two, an icon, a celebrity, member of a dignified family, offers alpenliebe to a crocodile in a zoo at her age of 35 (just a guess!!)



Huh!



Now, I may not want to debate for my topographical sense of direction, but yo friends, my observation and memory ain't that bad, after all!!!



Good Week Guys!

Just For Our Sake

I feel so empty, so lost ..
I have sold everything for a high cost.
I gave trust and fidelity,
And in the trade, lost my self entity.


Giving is such a pleasure -
So much that I haven’t pondered into taking!

Your special attention makes me now think ..

After all let me try it once, risk it, why not?

The strange feeling isn’t just my nerves’ game,
I am old enough now, they are all tame.
This is something more, a feeling more core,
A feeling that had gone over the years sore!


I thank you for tingling them again.
In this, my soul is trying to regain.
I want back my lost self entity,
I want to pamper the woman in me.


No one else can decide what I deserve best,
My life is just my own test. Yet,
I plead you to hold hand-in-hand,
And take me to the unseen land.


While all that I ask is all that I want,
I am wondering if I will know what i really want!
I plead - Don’t do anything for just my sake,
I want the real you, not a fake!


In the end if I disappoint you, a bit or more,
For reasons that may please you not.
Forgive me, but believe too ..
I had put everything I had, and,
that I did give it my best till date.
- Just For Our Sake.

Forever Struggle

When you need to cry for your basic rights,
When everything has to come with a fight,
How pathetic life becomes for some!
More than sad, its so fearsome -



When you are not the priority,
When words of concern are rarity,
When life carries no clarity,
When you doubt the very chastity ...



then, life is no more a burden,
but every breath itself is ...
Tears no more have their effect,
The pain is lost with everything bereft -


But there is still hope,
If you wish to cope ...
Chances there are still many,
Though may be worth not a penny!



Make a fresh start, give all that you have saved,
Disappointing this may be again, the road still unpaved!
Lose not your temper, drop not a tear.
Count the years, for easier they may be -
than to count your days, for waiting may forever be!

Something-in-Between

Attach Detach
Merge Scatter
Together Separate
Love Hate

I remember my initial school lesssons,
Where we learnt antonyms of words -
Girl x Boy; Man x Woman
Good x Bad; Love x Hate

How simple these were -
Very easily taught.
Something that is not hot - Cold.
Someone who is not a Friend - Enemy.

How wrong all this is,
How superficial are these words.
For there exists no real love,
For there is no one we really hate!


I could love someone, still hate something in him,
I could like something hot, yet not that hot!
My classes never taught me what to call that -
I dont want the antonym, but Something-in-Between!


I hate a person for all the wrong that he did,
I still just love him for reasons very candid!
I just want to separate, just leave him.
I still want to hang on, live with him.


I am not confused, if you think I am :-)
I am just sharing with you a possible fact -
Every emotion cannot be defined - this or that.
There is always something that cannot be expressed -
Something-in-Between!