Sunday, 16 September 2012

Date a girl who reads

An interesting read for every parched soul....

“You should date a girl who reads.
Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes, who has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag. She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she has found the book she wants. You see that weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a secondhand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow and worn.

She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.

Buy her another cup of coffee.

Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or if she would like to be Alice.

It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas, for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry and in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.

She has to give it a shot somehow.

Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.

Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who read understand that all things must come to end, but that you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.

Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilight series.

If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.

You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.

You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.

Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.

Or better yet, date a girl who writes.”
Rosemarie Urquico

Thursday, 30 August 2012

Aaghaaz, the fresh start

As she entered silently, all eyes turned towards her. The silence was marked by the melodious rhythm of her payal and bangles. She was oblivious of the people around her. As she reached near her destination her eyes automatically met his. The smile that danced on her face at that moment was incredible. All the anxiety and tiredness vanished instantly. To answer her smile, he just put forward his hand and held hers’ tight, silently promising of never leaving, ever.

She had dreamt about this moment so many times that now it seemed like déjà vu. As the chants started, the incidents from the last 7 years flashed before her eyes. The ups and downs, the happy and sad everything seemed to fit in its place now.

She has changed in all these years and so has he.

What mattered was that they had lived through everything and were still together. Past was gone for good. There present and future were now together. A new life was starting.

Wednesday, 22 August 2012

What to do?

when you feel happy and sad at the same time....

when you want to laugh hard but end up crying silently...

when you don't know what to say still, want to talk ...

when you don't know the reasons of your slow heart beat...

when people value money more than relationships...

when you say something but mean something else....

when you fight most with the person you love....

when you want to share your feelings but feel cold....

when someone sees through your mask....

when you have a destination but it feels the best to wander in the wild....

when you don't want a dream to change into reality....

when you want to take a leap but are afraid of letting go of present...

when you have desire but no fire....

when you know that you don't want to change but still you think you should...

when you miss the warm hug of someone who is a thousand miles away...

when you start questioning your existence.

Saturday, 11 August 2012

Rain rain....

After the scorching heat of summer the eagerly awaited rains are always refreshing. The smell of damp earth, the greener leaves and the clear atmosphere fills everyone with joy and peace. You may be in any kind of mood the rain drops will always make you change into a child. And in no time you will get soaked in the pouring rain, laughing at your own juvenile self.

It is the time of the year when the potholes no longer bother you because you realize that without the rain, there would be no rainbow.

Tuesday, 22 May 2012

Heartbreaks & promises

Heartbreak is lying on your bed, soaking the pillow with tears, sobbing endlessly struggling to breathe, and at the same time wondering why it all went wrong and how you are gonna live and pretend that everything is all right.

Heartbreak is remembering every moment you spent together, movies and dinners you had, those sleepless nights talking about your future and lives together.

Heartbreak is when tears roll down your cheeks even by the mention of his name or listening to the songs he loved.

Heartbreak is when you cry to sleep at night, only to wake up with heaviness in your heart and feel like shouting at the top of your voice to make him know about the pain you are enduring.

Heartbreak is when you laugh too hard to hide the tears already in your eyes.

Heartbreak is when you start pretending that you are better off without him.

Heartbreak is when you start cursing the moment you met. And swear to never fall in love with anyone else.

It is difficult to pretend that everything is all right when in your heart you know that nothing will be same ever again. It feels like that you are back to where you started, the only difference being that now you are more lonely than ever. But in your heart you still pray every moment for the same person to come back and fix everything. 

There may be thousands of solutions your friends may be giving you to get over with all of this. But you are the one going through it. You know all the answers.

Sometime you just have to hold your head up high, blink away the tears and say good-bye. You are going to be all right. And if you need some great distraction you know whom to contact. No matter what I promise I am not going to break-up with you.

So... from now on... when you think of him... just remember that you were actually the best thing he ever had. He was just a chapter in the story of your life...a lesson to make you stronger.
Its time for you to let go of him and embrace much better things you have in your life.

P.S. This is for you N.