Tuesday, March 31, 2009

THE FORREST GUMP

This one is for all the Forrest Gump fans....one of my all time favourites....A futile effort to capture the essence of the movie....but alas...the falliable me! So pardon my follies and read on....

No i didn't cry that day because i was a man,
My mind was completely blank and so i simply ran.
Why was i running i couldn't really understand,
But i just kept on running through the forests and the barren land.
All my life i kept running after the happiness i never really got,
That day all causes vanished for which i had always fought.
So i decided that i would run for no particular reason at all,
Maybe i just wanted to avoid thinking about my greatest fall.
People started following me,i really didn't know why,
Maybe they were just like me and even they didn't want to cry.
So we ran through the lands far and wide,
For me they were the crowd but for them i was a guide.
And one day i was just too tired to keep on going like this,
I missed you like hell and missed our first kiss.
Where would i search for you i never really knew,
But you were the feeling inside my heart out of which i never ever grew.
And then i got a letter from you that day,
I thought that happiness has finally come my way.
You looked the same,so fresh and so pure,
But you were ill and there was no cure.
But you gave me the most precious gift i had ever got,
He was just like you and he was the happiness i had always sought.
I take him to the school and bring him back,
And you are the only happiness around us that we lack.
But no,i won't cry because i am a man,
I will keep on loving you as long as i can.
So when your memories hurt me like an uncurable lump,
I'll just run beacuse i am the Forrest Gump.

Thursday, March 19, 2009

THE MAGIC GLARES!

This one is for you Swati…for you have been pestering me to write about him for long…..
Here enters Mudit Jain (we saw his name on the list while we were getting down at the station) ….wearing a cowboy hat and sun glares that might be helping him in glaring at the sun invisible to rest of the people in the compartment. Swati and I wait patiently for him to remove that beige hat and black glares only to realize that the wait is endless. Rest of the people in the compartment are as amused as we are to see this fella who seems to be directly walking out of Brokeback mountain, but nevertheless, we being these stupid giggling females, choose to show our effrontery and continue mocking him till the time this topic starts boring us. People around pass on their smiles (I am not sure that is because of our supposedly good sense of humor or just the fact that we are two young females) as we continue babbling. Through this entire cheap act that we put up, he just chooses to ignore us and stay quiet, just as he chooses not to take out his ostentatious accessories. We try to encourage him to react, but he doesn’t, he is in his own quasi-real world…so we attribute it to his inability to comprehend our sarcasm (we are too proud to believe that any guy can ignore us). So we move to other instigating topics like men and life and more men and life and bad men and life and good men and life and dearth of good men in life and our lives in men. When we realize that the word ‘MEN’ has been overused and abused, we call it off for the day. When we look back at Mudit we find that he has finally parted from his beloved glares and cowboy hat! (I mean if we can part from this topic called MEN then anything in this world can parted). So we see his black eyeballs and full eyelashes that can easily sweep away any girl off her feet. And its just not about his eyes, it is about the innocence that lies within them, it is about the twinkle that we invariably fail to see in the lust-filled/ drowsy/ unyielding tired/complaining eyes in the males that we see around that awes us. Our hearts melt instantly looking at him, not because he is a handsome man with eyes of a deer, but because he is a man to whom the crookedness of the world has failed to touch. For an instant, guilt sweeps across us both, for all the shameless act that we have been putting up through the evening, just because he is not one of us, just because he is an aberration, and coming to think about it now we wonder whether we are unable to accept the aberration in his style or demeanor, the demeanor in which he is not mean, not bothered about what others have to think about him, in which he shows that he has no complaints towards life, no sarcasm and no bitterness. But because we are not an aberration, we joke and tell each other ‘Only if he wouldn’t have been an aberration!’ So we end the day discussing about yet another man. When I get up in the morning dropping a dozen things from my middle berth as I get up, he religiously keeps on picking up all the stuff and handing it back to me with a smile. All this for all the fun I made of him! And no, he doesn’t mean a thing more by his smile, it just comes in naturally to him, so he finally takes away the cynicism from me as well, the cynicism that I invariably carry when I get those smiles from other males, smiles that may or may not mean a thing. I smile back at him, and it comes in naturally to me as well this time. After a while, he again dons his sunglasses and hat. I smile, this time not because I am playing another silly comment on my mind, but because now I know why he puts on those glares, though he may not have any clue about it. I perceive that he puts them on to save himself from all the sarcasm, bitterness and cynicism that are highly contagious. As we get down at our station, I wonder from where can I buy those magic glares and hat? Any idea fellas???????