A broken heart writes...

Someone very rightly said that happiness and sadness comes hand in hand like twin brothers holding each others hands fighting to prove that one is better than the other. My life has been dented by these brothers quite a few times but never so severely. The usual dent has now become a crack. She is gone, finally and forever and I am alone, all the happiness the fact that my article was getting published brought me is now out of the window. It now seems like distant past a different life altogether.

It has been really strange my affair with her, when each day I used to wake up that she will finally admit to me that she loved me for all these days, but was just too shy to admit it, the case was not that at all. I was just another guy, a guy who pops up one fine day with an idea of a life together. Ofcourse I was just that some other guy, with a simple difference that this idea in my head been developed to full practicality. I had seen a life for us together, a life in which I would hold on strongly to her tender arms when she is afraid of something. A life where each of my small happiness will have her name written all over it . But, she never knew and she never cared.

My fantasy remains, and it is painfully registering upon me that my fantasy was nothing more. That, for an year I have been playing the idiot, who doesn’t allow a gal to sleep peacefully with very disturbing messages about a broken heart , swollen eyes and what not.

Now, coming to the reason why I am writing this down? I think its because I need to breath, I need all my pain, my emotions to flow into some space, to exit my ailing heart, or else I would die....

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Today was a very interesting day, the day began with a major change in my daily routine, breakfast! The privelege extended only to those lucky few who have the ghastly habit of not switching of the alarm and instead succumbing to its screeches. Although I hate to admit it, yet in a perverse way eating the breakfast before brushing teeth is really fun.

As the day progressed with a thousand messages (sms) exchanged between me and my friends due to the newly introduce tariff offer which promises 3000 free messages per month at a nominal rate of 30 bucks. The Lost Symbol, I assure you makes for a real fun read, its got all that a Dan Brown should have and more.

A heavy responsibility of organizing informals in Tarang'10 meant that today two events were to be organized, Cacophony and Paper plane flying competition, this was interesting, because it was for the first time that I would be working with my juniors, and it turned out to be real fun. Both events were roaring success and I hope this is a beginning to a great work relationship.

Was in a mood to write a meaningless blog....

So , came online .....

and here you are reading another passing day in my boooooring life....

anyways , next read will be better....

ciaooooo

When I Walk By.....

This Blog, is a resurrection, it is a comeback from where I left the world of blogging and bloggers after my 'Life of An IITian' blog. When there are a thousand regrets that the last year of my life gave me, the one which hurts me the most is a post on 'Life of an IITian'.

I committed a horrible sin, when without their permission, I tried to sneak into my friend's life. I feel utterly disgraceful about that, and would like to say to my friend that I am truly very very sorry for that piece of shit that I did.

For, the rest of it, When I walk By, I promise you, will give you interesting insights into life of a person, who is surrounded by a world that glimmers and shines by the day and screeches and screams at the night.

It is going to be a magical journey, come enjoy it