Kissaa Kahaani

May 25, 2012

As I walk through life…

Filed under: Opinions,The Unadulterated Magic — MK @ 3:20 pm

As I walked down the road, sandwiched between heavy traffic and roadside vendors, I saw walking in front of me a mother son duo. The son, a tiny little child, stopped midway, stretched his hand, stretched his whole body and stood on his toes to pick some grapes from the fruit vendor’s stall while his mother tried to pull him away. In his dirty shirt and shorts, he was so adorable, the action of picking those fruits was like his newest and greatest achievement; his laughter, as he put some of those unwashed grapes in his mouth, was like he is Krishna himself stealing makhan from his neighbors….

As I waited for the green signal during rush hour, I knew I will again be late for office today and I sat in frustration, drumming my fingers against the steering wheel and looking around and I saw a couple on the bike, the girl riding it and the boy on the pillion, hugging her from behind, tightly, and as she laughingly removed her helmet, the boy kissed her sweat soaked hair and put his chin on her shoulders….

As I was waiting for my turn to board the bus one day early morning, while in queue, I noticed a small boy walking with his grandfather. The boy was solemnly dressed in a kurta pajama and had tilak smeared on his forehead while the grandpa was in tennis shorts and a funky t-shirt sport shoes, they were walking hand in hand…

As I was standing there to cross the road I saw this girl walking unaware of the world around her. And I saw this guy walking behind her, also unaware of the world but engrossed in this woman ahead of him, looking at her, smiling…

As I walked down the aisle of the superstores, I saw this dad cajoling his 3 year old kid and trying to explain that the things on the racks are not chocolates, in fact they are nothing his kid can use, they are actually condoms…

As I was sitting on the park bench grabbing a late lunch, I saw this young guy, 6-7 years old, trying to impress his girl by going round and round and shouting in his companion’s ears and pulling her braid, he definitely liked her…

As I was just wandering down the lane, I saw this couple in the auto rickshaw, old couple, the almost-white haired lady pecked the cheek of her man and turned away to look outside as if nothing has happened and the old man, he just smiled and reached to hold her fingers…

As I walk through the life I see people, I see magic, I see miracles, I see love, laughter, comedy… As I walk through the life, I see life…


January 3, 2012

“Stay Hungry, Stay Foolish”

This is the “Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish” address delivered by Steve Jobs in 2005 at Stanford University:

I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest I’ve ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That’s it. No big deal. Just three stories.

The first story is about connecting the dots.

I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out?

It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: “We have an unexpected baby boy; do you want him?” They said: “Of course.” My biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college.

And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents’ savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn’t see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me figure it out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn’t interest me, and begin dropping in on the ones that looked interesting.

It wasn’t all romantic. I didn’t have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends’ rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example:

Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn’t have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can’t capture, and I found it fascinating.

None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, it’s likely that no personal computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later.

Again, you can’t connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something – your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.
My second story is about love and loss.

I was lucky – I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4000 employees. We had just released our finest creation – the Macintosh – a year earlier, and I had just turned 30. And then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our Board of Directors sided with him. So at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating.

I really didn’t know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down – that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure, and I even thought about running away from the valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me – I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I had been rejected, but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over.

I didn’t see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life.

During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the worlds first computer animated feature film, Toy Story, and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I returned to Apple, and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple’s current renaissance. And Laurene and I have a wonderful family together.

I’m pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn’t been fired from Apple. It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don’t lose faith. I’m convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You’ve got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven’t found it yet, keep looking. Don’t settle. As with all matters of the heart, you’ll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don’t settle.

My third story is about death.

When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: “If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you’ll most certainly be right.” It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: “If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?” And whenever the answer has been “No” for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.

Remembering that I’ll be dead soon is the most important tool I’ve ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything – all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure – these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.
About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning, and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn’t even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctor’s code for prepare to die. It means to try to tell your kids everything you thought you’d have the next 10 years to tell them in just a few months. It means to make sure everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.

I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy, where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach and into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated, but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope the doctors started crying because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and I’m fine now.

This was the closest I’ve been to facing death, and I hope it’s the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept:

No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don’t want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life’s change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.

Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma – which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.

When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalog, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late 1960’s, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and polaroid cameras. It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along: it was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notions.

Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words: “Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.” It was their farewell message as they signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have always wished that for myself. And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you.

Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.

November 7, 2011

Death_ A sweet experience

Filed under: Opinions,The Unadulterated Magic — MK @ 3:58 pm

Suddenly I found myself in the dark, but the darkness was not enveloping, it was not overwhelming, over powering, the darkness was not dark… it was a darkness which awakens you from a deep sleep. The darkness was the culmination of the dark and beginning of light… and I saw myself there, being calmed down by the serenity of my environment. No, I did not fear the novelty or the strangeness nor did I feel any curiosity…

As the darkness faded, I felt myself bathed by the warmth of the growing lights against it and as I opened up my eyes I saw a haze around me, a white haze… and there it was- an empty space, no bottom, no roof, no walls, but enclosed, for there were no windows as well, neither were there any doors…

I was in a space which held me secure, like a cocoon, and as I uncurled myself and moved my knees away from my breasts and realized that what I was wearing before I was so strangely deported was not anymore on my body, what was deported was me, not my worldly possessions and I felt a soft breeze touching me like my lover in the places with such intimacy that a blush rose from my bosoms towards my cheek and I could feel strands of my hair trying to cover me, shield me from that breeze.

And I felt a unique calmness in that caress, I felt an enviable security, a strength… as I rose I saw Him, I saw Him coming towards me – He came and covered me with a material so soft that it was like being covered with kisses, He then told me to wake up, told me that i was not ready to participate further in the sweet experience anymore, He told me to go back and finish what I am supposed to finish before I can trudge further in to the journey of completeness –I knew that the great words falling from His divine lips are compelling and true, I reluctantly took a tentative step backwards and I felt a sharp pain excruciating my spine, the pain made my eyes clench even harder and I could now feel the lonely drop of tear sliding on my cheeks… And simultaneously I could hear the exclamations and gasps around the room…

Suddenly I found myself in the light, the blindingly painful light, the overwhelming, over powering; darkening light… it was the kind of light which awakens the craving to close the eyes and escape. This light was, in actuality, the beginning of the darkness… and I saw myself there, troubled to the core by the chaotic nature of my environment. Yes, I was afraid of this phenomenon and I understood that death was sweet…

November 1, 2011

Dilli Dilli Dilli Dilli!!!!

Filed under: Opinions,The Unadulterated Magic — MK @ 4:14 pm

It was 12 in the night when I reached Delhi airport and saw the driver waiting with the car. And as we left the airport I realized how much I actually missed the vastness of Delhi, the beauty of it… The wide roads were practically empty by that time and the coal tar reflected the beams of the numerous streetlights; so did the green trees by the sides of the roads…. there was slight chill in the air – not the biting one but a pleasant one… The air felt pure as it hit my face… As we sped through the Embassy area, the night intensified the beauty which is eye catching during the day… the Sky Roads, The red railings and intricate range of flyovers from ITO towards Eastern Part of Delhi- Once you step in Delhi, you can’t stop marvelling, you can’t resist falling head over heels for Delhi…

They say Mumbai is the City of Dreams, the city which holds your hands and won’t let you go… maybe so, I can’t say- but one thing is for sure, while Delhi already rules my heart and Mumbai is pushing its way in it!

September 27, 2011

Mujhe ek kahani likhni hai…

Filed under: Opinions,The Memories Unfogged,The Pun & the Fun — MK @ 4:24 pm

The little joys of life and big joys of life

Kuch to karna hai ke zindagi badi chhoti si hai…
kabaddi khelte un bachcho ke khilkhilahato ko sahejna hai
aur us budhiya ki jhurriyon se batorni hain yaadein…
ma ki lori ko pakadna hai takiye par rakhne ke liye
aur piya ki baahon ka jhoola banana hai simat jaane ke liye…
chaadar ki silvaton mein dubki angrai dhoondhni hai
aur rasoi se basmati ki mahek…
ped par baithi maina ki chahek chahyiye
aur sooraj se thodi narm si garmi…
sardi ki raaton mein muh se nikli bhaap ko kaid karna hai
aur gubbaro se chatak rang chheenna hai…
raat se udhaar kuch taare chahiye
aur apni aankho ki thandhak ke liye subeh se os…
hawa se maangni hai gulab ki khushbu
aur baarish se gulmohar ka rang…
dhool se abhrak ke kuch kan maangne hain
aur patjhad se ek peela patta…
bachche ke aansu me chhupi ma ki ek kasak chahiye…
aur gaay ke doodh ki mithaas…
Waqt se kuch panne bhi udhaar maangne hain…
mujhe ek kahani likhni hai…

August 16, 2011

Are we sure of our Stands: Lokpal and Anna

Do you know what’s happening? All these Hunger strikes and all these Act 144 and all these allegations… I don’t claim to be an expert; no I am just not knowledgeable enough to be an expert. I don’t know the nitty gritty of The Jan Lokpal Bill, I don’t understand the difference between Anna’s version and the Cabinet’s Version; I don’t understand how will this remove corruption. But, if this actually does something to reduce the level of corruption, I am all for it. I will support any ABC who is fighting for this bill and Anna is way above any ABC, any common Indian.

Yesterday was 15th August, after so many years of independence, I considered us, as a nation to be mature enough to handle situations gracefully. I did not think, even for a moment that Anna will actually be arrested; I did not realize that Acts like 144, an emergency provision shall be applied on a peaceful protest. Are we in Egypt? Or Syria? But I would like to ask, if this is not Egypt or Syria, why are we fighting as if we are in such a country? I respect Anna, I respect the demand for a just Lokpal Bill, and I don’t understand why it has to be Anna’s way only, his drafts only, his version only? Why can’t we let it happen in Parliament, why can’t both the versions and drafts be discussed in there and the best points from both be selects- after all in parliament are our representatives. DO we have to degrade UPA as “goras” or “angrez”? And this NDA, are they so pure? Are they totally just and uncorrupt? I have this much faith in Anna that I know that he would have protested against corruption and for Lokpal had it been NDA there and not UPA. So why these BJP and RSS are are making this an election platform to propagate themselves? This is much more that ‘chair’ isn’t it? This is about building a nation, And that is why it is such a shame that central government is acting the way it is acting- arresting a 79 year old man who is preaching non- violence and anti-corruption. What are they thinking? What are they going to achieve? This is not at all democratic, this is dictatorial. UPA, Congress are digging their own graves- for what? the accumulated money in their Swiss accounts??

I am not for UPA or NDA, if anything I am totally apolitical. However, I don’t approve, however much I respect Anna, I don’t approve of this way to protest. This is not an India pre-1947. This movement is not self sustainable. This fire which has been lit today is not going to remain aflame for long- it’s not an independence war and we should not give it a form of one. It’s not like if Gandhi ji is arrested, then Nehru would lead, if Lala Lajpat Rai dies, Bhagat Singh would rise. This protest, this “Revolution” is on a move only because of Anna and now Anna is arrested, he will be out soon; and people will keep on pouring on roads for marches and “Jail Bharo Andolans” but for how long? I ask you- people who are protesting this- for how long will you take leave and go to the “Dharana Sthal”, how many of you will taint your clean records by going to jail? How many of you would tolerate a scuffle between you and police? How many of you will spend endless nights on the roads and parks and Jantar Mantar? Tell me truthfully for how long are you ready for all this? Its easier said than done.

What is happening that we are not clear anymore what we are fighting for- is it for Jan Lokpal Bill? Or is it for Anna? As far as Lokpal is concerned- Government is ready for it, it’s just that they want it on their terms- and Anna and team are rigid. We cannot blame the government that they do not want Lokpal- we should be glad- we won the first battle- yes the war remains- but we cannot have all we want now and here, can we?

Anna says this is the second freedom struggle- we are blowing things out of proportion- I have a feeling that this is now no more about Lokpal- this is now more about ego war. It’s all about no I don’t was to be submissive, how can I? Its UPA vs. Anna. Sadly, the priorities are getting merged, the line of differentiation is now getting obliterated and we are now not sure what are we fighting for…

July 14, 2011

To the Undying Spirits and Unconqured Souls

Life is so random… so uncertain. There I was on the auto, going to Leelavati hospital for my weekly visit and thinking about what dress I am going to wear to office tomorrow, having a little chit chat with the Auto-rickshaw wallah about the traffic and begging him to hurry as I left office quite late than I was supposed to and I was almost there when I received a call that there has been, yet again, serial blasts in Mumbai. I was numb. My first though that my sister takes the train from Dadar to come home daily and Dadar was one of those areas of the blasts. And then my phone went dead- no network. My heart was in my mouth and I was panicked, I was weeping. thank God for that Auto wallah, he tried to calm me down and turned the auto back to where I live. It took me 2 hours and phone were still not working. luckily I spotted an STD booth, called all those who matter. Prayed all I could for my sister who was safe and thanked God. My heart goes out those who lost people and loved ones- I may not know wholly what they must be going through, I was attacked by anxiety and panic when I couldn’t locate my sister- all I was thinking, if something happens what will I answer to my parents, that I let their child die and I survived!? And I pray for those are injured that they get united by their families and that they do not suffer any more trauma and grief.

Today I am reminded of a street child I encountered, a two year old girl. Stark naked, glowing brown skin, cropped hair, she had nothing on but a pair of squeaky shoes which glowed when she walked and she was jumping and looking down at her shoes. Every time she saw those artificially lit shoes, she squeaked with delight, she squeaked as much as the shoes. She was life. She was joy.

Today I am reminded of that old Auto wallah I met who wanted to be a teacher. Who valued education. Sang the poems of Ramdhari Singh Dinkar. Gave good upbringing to his grandson. He was survival personified.

Today I am reminded of my friend circles in JNU and ASB, the Ganga Dhaba and the Teardrop shaped lawn in front of the canteen. They are the companions. They are the hands which wipe tears. They are the shoulders to lean on.

Today I am reminded of the undying Mumbai spirit, the Indian Spirit. The faces which shine. The hands which help. The I-will-rise-again-tomorrow attitude.

I am alive, and so are you. Life brings dirt, life brings heartaches, struggles, pain, torture. We crib we whine, we cry, we complain. I am alive. I will keep on doing all those things. But I promise to myself that i will laugh more, pay attention more, respect more, be angry less. I promise, that since I am alive, I will live more…

To Mumbaikars, I salute. To Indians I salute. For those who lost their lives, I pray, I pray for their family. I pray for the souls which remain unconquered.

April 21, 2011

Hi All

Filed under: Opinions,The Unadulterated Magic — MK @ 10:13 am

Hi All.

I would just take two minutes of yours and clarify certain things. The blog Kissaa Kahaani is about stories and memories. “I” in many of the posts not necessarily mean Mamta Kashyap. that “I” could be anyone- you, he, she, XYZ etc.

And in the posts where “I” does mean me, Mamta Kashyap; these are purely my memories. In case I have mentioned certain incidents then those incidents are superficial and I would request you to feel the emotions of central theme and not to get deviated in criticizing the superficiality which is nothing but the building blocks for what I exactly want to narrate.

I do hope that this proclamation will not be taken offensively.

Love and regards for all in my heart.


April 4, 2011

My take on Cricket World Cup Victory

I was reading this note by Maheen Sadiq, i was in tears. For South Asians, Cricket is not a mere sports, its a cult.

With all the scams doing rounds, and the crime rate going up, rape rates doing high, all the negativity around, and a disappointment we faced due to the actions of our chosen ones, Men in Blue brought in a refreshing breeze. All was forgotten, India came to a standstill- people rejoiced like never before. Everyone celebrated, be it a ‘lowly’ laborer or a ‘high class’ Page 3 personality; be it a lawyer or a convict; be is Hindu, be it Muslim, Sikh, Christian, Jew; be it a man, a woman or a child; Be it India, be it Pakistan. It was Sport’s Victory. I Can’t say about 1983, I didn’t even exist, but my heart says 2011 is bigger than 1983 in many ways.

I am not an expert, I dont even follow cricket,, I dont understand the rules other than those basic ones- but I know what is anxiety, I know what is expectation, I know how emotions run high. I connect with the game of cricket because I understand thrill, nail biting experience, because I understand the feel of exhilaration and extreme sense of relief when victory come knocking or when we are on the verge of defeat, I understand the sense of desolation and frustration. I connect with team India.

Cricket unites us- over facebook, over twitter, over orkut (may be), or on the streets, in the stadium. We watch the match as Indians- not as a Bihari, a Punjabi, a Tamil, a Malyali, a Bengali etc etc etc.

I wept yesterday, many did, in their homes; people hugged their loved ones and wept with joy. I jumped up and down and I screamed, I shouted. Me and my sister did a victory jig. I was not among those who were out on the roads celebrating, I was still having as much fun as any one out they did. I loved the moment, I will cherish it always.

All those people playing on the field showed an exemplary behavior- they were one. We should borrow a page out of their book. And the coach.:) I dont understand the nuances, nor the techniques, I just appreciate what the Team did. I may not see it again, or when I do – it may be another 28 years (or just 4 years, I dont know), I am proud. Do they deserve hero worshipping? Yes- every bit of it. Are they worthy of being labeled as Gods? Yes they are worthy of much more- they bring the whole nation together. They Instill such pride, such patriotism (you may cal it jingoism, I dont care).

Long live Cricket!Long live the passion of Indians for Cricket! Long Live the members of Indian Cricket team, past and present! Salute! Bow!

March 7, 2011


Filed under: Opinions,The Unadulterated Magic — MK @ 2:28 pm

hmm…. what is the basic difference between being mere acquaintances, friendship, companionship, commitment, marriage etc??? First the similarity most of these relationships are our choices, we make these and are not born with these. Isn’t it?

Well one may think that one should take things gradually from here to there, but tell me how can you??? Imagine, just for a tiny second, you are on the staircase, on a step, there is a step below the step you are standing and there is a step above the step, you have only two-way to go either up or down… there is no gradual process!!!! you cannot be in limbo for long with one leg on the step and the other hanging in the air, can you!

Imagine taking someone to mall for uplifting of her moods, because you care enough but if this process makes you think Hell!!! Do I care too much???- then beware you have raised your one leg from the step and you have no idea you are going up or down!!!

Imagine you talk day in day out, nights included on the phone with someone so much that one-quarter of your salary is vanished just like that- pfft!!!! And mind you, she is not your girlfriend too, not even a friend!!! There is no such thing as “commitment” between you two, you just feel “cozy”, you feel like you are with yourself, God!!! you just slipped badly on that staircase- and no! not downwards upwards if that can be possible!!!!

There are stances things cannot be controlled! you have to do what you have to do! It is definitely true that falling in love can take a life time or it can be a matter of eye-blink, heart-beat, a turn of head, a flick of hand….

Making a relationship is not enough… carrying on, nurturing it, cherishing is what matters in the end, and that is the toughest part!!! It requires strength of character, power of will, masks, adjustments, compromises, sacrifices… relationship is all about “give and take”… but instead of “taking”, “giving” should be prioritized that should be the mantra to a healthy relationship, believe me it will give you only joy when you know that you are the reason behind that sun-shine smile, that peaceful sleep, that exuberant laughter, and the content look…

(C) Mamta Kashyap
July 19, 2010 at 10:56pm

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