The Monsoon : Between You and Me

Title : The Run of the Rains
Location : Enroute to Halebid

When it rains, the river will try and take you away from me.

When it rains every drop will add to the distance.

This time around, grey clouds fill the sky again.

This time around, grey clouds fill the sky again to rain.

This time around, grey clouds fill the sky again to rain and will push me adrift yet again.

Whether its the drop of water trickling from the heavens or one trickling down my cheeks,

This time around, I am prepared for either.

After all

After a long time.

 Monsoon is approaching.

The Clarity in the Blur

Two people

More than friends

Less than lovers

Both spinning in infinity.

You Searched for the silence amidst the chaos. 

while I appreciated the chaos in the silence.

You found it near the edge of here and there. 

On the borders of If's and But's

Maybe's and the someday

Within the shadows of practicality.

I found it between that moment and a potential of forever. 

Between the fire you ignited and then the ice you purged it with.
In taking chances
the leap of faith

I found it with you.

Ignited
Then diffused
now disguised
and subdued
You believed distance is how bad stories end
I believed it could be how the best stories begin
Yet.
We will never know.
and while now you watch me incessantly
know that I watch you back.
Your silence doesn't fool me
Nor all the words you lack

And every time you indifferently hint how "well" you are now with the choices you made
I get the message.
Loud and clear.
And you should too,
That I'm happy for you.

Now fuck off.

Head over Heels

Have you fallen in love recently? 

Racing heartbeat and Cant-take-my-eyes-off-you kinda love?

I have.

And they cost 12750 bucks  !!

If I mention right about now that I own about 25 pairs of shoes of various kinds and colours,one would probably assume that I was a liberal hippie or rich spoilt Daddy's girl(depending on the season). However, I am neither. I'm a final year student living from the 1st day of one month to another (Give or take) when my account is sufficiently replenished. Most of which is spent on Food which fail to make me fat (Its a Moo point in my case. Nothing works.) and Microbiology notes Xerox's which fail to make me wanna study. Yet, I can say that none of those shoes have been impulsive or terribly extravagant buys. They have all been lovingly selected or gifted, for various attributes and purposes. And in the absence of one, buying a pair under the pretext of possessing difficult feet and hence deserving it works for my conscience. Something that happened a couple of days back in Mumbai. 
And hence I returned to Bangalore, happy in every way. 
Shoe-wise and other-wise.
And then.
 Along came that one pair of shoes that made me wanna misbehave.
Tremendously.
  I swear I’m trying my best to move on to the next guy. I mean pair of heels. 

This is what I CANNOT STAND ABOUT THE EVER INCREASING ONLINE INVASION OF HIGH STREET..  It makes moving on difficult!

And what’s worse is when a fellow online shopper joins you for an afternoon of dedicated heel browsing in the quest of finding THE perfect gift for a common friend. I surrender! So much more alluring than any on-site shopping. and OH-SO-MUCH more confusing!!! 

Oh, geez, a thousand times over.

Since when did shopping become so sinful? For us till even 2 years back, it used to one planned afternoon of outing at Sarojini Nagar in Delhi, or Bapu Bazaar in Jaipur with a mental note of what we are looking for., or being dragged about between sale seasons by family. And sometimes the new acquisitions were kept aside for some Diwali festival, only to be worn later in the year.

But these days internet shopping is hardcore. It’s just three steps away from porn. You should have heard the ooohhhs and aaaahhhhs from the bunch of girls the other afternoon. 

Oh, the shiver at THE pair of shoes. The photos favourited and whatsapped. The number of times we came back to our dirty favourites.

 And how we pored and pored. And pored. 

Left side view, from the back, oh the lovely shot from the front oh d'you like these ones??

Makes me wonder.

Is this what guys do over big boobs and wild positions? 

Anyway. For the love of Gifting.
 Chosen. Designed. and ordered. 
Soon to be delivered.
and hopefully Loved :)

THE site to Check Out : Shoes of Prey 

While gift browsing, I came across this awesome site that lets Shoe lovers and Wannabe designers (YES. It IS INDEED a profession!) custom design their shoes only to be hand-made by them and lovingly swaddled in a dust bag and crisp box and sent to your waiting feet, all within about four weeks. Sure they are pricey. 5 minutes into browsing and you will appreciate the Aptly named website.
You will gape and fawn and slouch and some may even moan. And when it comes to it, you wallet will be stripped bare. But its the price you pay for selling your soul to the shoe-devil, and the good news is : shipping is totally free worldwide.

For all the turmoil this site has caused in the past 2 days; I sure hope my bestie likes her Birthday gift :)

Just Follow the Beat :)

Here's to countless years of

Dancing with girlfriends in PJ's and Jumping to Mixing DJ's 

Jigging to Bollywood feats and Grooving to Angrejji skanky beats,

The Jhumka's and Thumka's, Then the Beat Boxing, and the Hiphop

Here's to pulling shy onlookers on the floor and dancing with them Nonstop

Practiced form or spontaneously driven, irrespective of any of that

Here's to craving and dancing on sudden whims at the drop of a hat

Whether the subtle twitching to music or the graceful twirls and prancing

Here's to over-the-counter- round-the-pole and going-down-under dancing ;)

The moments it has given us, of friendship, insane fun and romance

Here's to Dancing to just ANY music, All for the love of dance :)

People might judge. 

Competitors will compete. 

Onlookers may look for perfection

And Critics will  critique.

But the plain and simple truth is

I dance to find myself

Where I am my own muse

I dance to lose myself.

the venue is just an excuse :)

I don't aspire for perfection

I can be quite the klutz on fire ;D 

It's just another vertical expression

of my horizontal desires

Always and Forever

#PlayTheMusicAndIlDance

#ClosestThingtoMagic

The Trials and Tribulations of Miss-Understood and Logic

Logic, with your reach so flawed and limiting

Prodding and whispering in my brain

Threatening the desire's of the naive heart

With Reasoning so Circumstantial and Mundane.

Logic, sometimes you resemble a mystery

One which alludes me upon seeking

And when the heart ceases too question why

Your Unsolicited Stench rises, Stagnant and Reeking.

Logic.

The antithesis of Imagination. Along with his Cousins, Truth and Practicality. Popping up uninvited at the wrong times. And just like a Samsung Cell phone battery, MIA in the hour of need.

SO ANNOYING.

Just when I was giving up seeking logical answers as to why it ended the way it did.

Just when I was resorting to cocoon myself in the warm embrace of my ever-comforting imagination.

Just when I was starting to make peace with the fading questions and equally blurry answers.

BAM!

Logic, armed with the past, blew up in the face of my reality

And made it it's bitch.

Argh.