The Picnic Spot

THE PAST:

Dear Ex

Tehzeeb mein uski kya khoob ada thi

Namak bhi aata kiya to zakhmon par chhidak kar

‘I need a friend like you.’ ‘We are great friends too, let’s continue being so.’ ‘I don’t want to lose your friendship.’

Screw Friendship!!! If there was a much abused phrase in break ups all around the world, its friendship.

When you are in a relationship, you do so many things together, create beautiful memories. The pain of being separated from it all is one thing you are subjecting them* to. At the same time, you want them to be available for you if and when you need them…so ‘friendship.’

Guys and girls, when you can’t give someone their rightful place in your life, please have the dignity to stay away from them too. This friendship thing is just a poor excuse to continue the relationship much after it is over. When you have moved on, it hurts the person in question to see you again, let alone remember now you belong to someone else. It takes a lot to forget all that and move on. When you have already forsaken them, there is no need to remind them of their loss time and again. The least you can do is let them heal in peace. Vacate the place you have occupied in their life, not selfishly demand the same time and attention which you are now giving to someone else. It is a life not a picnic spot…for you to visit at your convenience.

If your relationship is all that great and you really wish for them to be with you throughout your life, give them their rightful place. Else just learn to manage without their presence in life.

THE PRESENT:

Dear Love

Bhari mehfil mein doston ka ziqr hua. Hamne to…

Sirf aapki taraf dekha aur log ‘Wah Wah’ kehne lage

Of all the things that we are for each other, we are great friends too. In fact, friendship was the beginning of our relationship. ‘Just Friends.’ Is something I would never want to hear about us both. It would hurt me to be an outsider in your life, you – I value above all else. It would be insulting to indulge so many tender feelings for someone who considers me ‘just a friend.’ A face in the crowd; a name amongst so many others. You are so much more to me than a friend; I wish you feel the same.

PS: What we have is so much more than friendship.

Disclaimer: The story I share with you all today; may or may not be true. For as a writer I am certainly influenced by what I see around me. At the same time, I retain what I call and known as artistic liberty. 

*them is used in place of him/her here.

In the wrong light

THE PAST:

Kiski talwar par sir rakhoon ye bata do mujhe

Ishq karna agar khata hai, to saza do mujhe

‘Strong!’ it takes only one word to define me and the word is – strong. Like coffee maybe!!

There is only one problem though. Strong coffee is liked universally but a strong             girl sure shot recipe for trouble. The world is so fond of damsels in distress. So what’s a girl to do? In this world of chiffon saris and stilettos, I am a denim jacket…a misfit. It’s not that I never tried to fit in but I just don’t have it in me. So I continue doing what I do best…stay strong. Every failure, every conflict, every disagreement and everything else…I will remain strong in the face of it. Do not be mistaken, being strong does not mean I am unfeeling, distant and cold. It only means you make your own decisions and your own mistakes as well. In the face of adversity, you don’t balk. You face the consequences of your action and have only yourself to blame if something goes wrong. Being strong does not mean rejecting every idea or help offered to you just like that. It only means you ask for help only when really, really, really required.

The world thrives on the misconception that strong people never fail. They do…of course they do. But they know how to pick up the pieces and start again. It’s not that they never cry. But they know how to wipe their tears in silence.

Voicing my opinion is not intended to hurt you or anyone for that matter. Not all my memories are bad. I just used them to exemplify something I observed. The best way to do that was to use my own experiences. They need not be misinterpreted as all bad….or that I feel bad about them.

THE PRESENT:

Dear Readers

Aaj ya kalam tod dun ya hichak;Kuchh karun ki ye shrap toote

Ki fir kabhi jab pyar ya kranti likhun to kalam ki nok na jhuke na toote

 Fearlessness is an adorable trait; only outside your home. Not within…The Amrita’s, Taslima’s and Simon’s of the world suit the world fine…but not your own home. Speaking the bitter truth is a delightful trait but only for others. In reality; we learn to supress the brutal truth in favour of a delectable lie.

For being the voice of the downtrodden, you have to step in their shoes. Feel what they feel, say what they can’t. Vent out their aggression, their disappointments, and their desperation. Every word has to be twisted to say the truth. The brutal truth…

For me, the truth is that I am scared. I am scared of trusting someone, anyone. I keep my fears and insecurities locked up deep inside my heart. That is the reason of my sleepless nights and that is the reason why I say ‘You can’t help me. Nobody can…!!’ That is because it is me who has to learn to love again, trust again, have faith again.

Before trusting the world, I have to learn to trust myself. Have faith in myself and my abilities before I place my faith in someone else. Till the time I do that, there is no hope for me…none at all.

PS: I am strong enough to handle this one, you made me so.

Disclaimer: The story I share with you all today; may or may not be true. For as a writer I am certainly influenced by what I see around me. At the same time, I retain what I call and known as artistic liberty.