Tuesday, September 23, 2008

9 ft High and 18 ft Deep

I'm copying Shyam's comment on Luzee's article in nopkin.com with due respect and permission from him:

I feel sorry for Laden. It indeed was too bad of Mr. Idol, but why did Laden idolize him? It is only human nature to act like God when being idolized. And he forgot he was on earth when he was lifted too high by Laden's degree of words and trust.

Laden lifted him 9 feet high and he burried her 18 feet deep.
Were those sympathetic words only to make Laden weep?
Was that promise of friendship only in thoughts to keep?
Late and lonely night talks,
Life story of unknown nature spoken over lonely walks.

Trust, and hearts won,
Hollow words and truth left to mourn
Laden and even her best friend tagged you the best man in town
Why the hell did you left them alone low and down?

To trust is good but to over trust in expectation hurts. Laden never expected her Idol to be telling lies (He was the most decent Man on God's earth after all) and Mr. Idol never wished Laden to discover the truth-- our world goes round thus. Our expectations are never met and wishes never fulfilled.

What is there in it for us to learn:
Men can be as nasty
He could be tasty
Women can be sexy
But she could be beastly
Friendship can be lovely,
Relationship could be costly
Trust can be won
Hearts could broken and left alone

Anything can happen, world has to move on, life has to be lived for, happiness have to be reaped and stocked piled. Smiles have to be baked and spread over miles, for; all men and women deserve to be living a happy, decent, honourable and enjoyable life.

I wish both Laden and Mr. Idol the best of what a mortal life can possibly offer.


Monday, September 15, 2008

Happy Birthday L

Yes we met many years back

But the first time we met,

You’d too outgrown a nature,

And me a timid little girl.

I respected you for being our counsellor

And worked hard any task I was given

We shared only one

Or two words at the most

The hot Saturday morning

I still remember,

How you would scamper by

Dressed in short pink skirt

I didn’t know we would become friends

One we would take farther down the line

And here I look back,

I know nothing would be more beautiful

Oh yes, you didn’t talk to me for many days!

Did I fail you there?

Or maybe it was you

But we are still friends

How many birthdays have we

Celebrated together with letters?

This isn’t just another day

I know this is special

You haven’t grown a beard

Your hair hasn’t grayed

But oh yes, You are a woman now

And on this day special

May you become even wiser

May you talk even more

And may you have a great birthday

/Author’s note: L has taken two weeks’ leave from office and is somewhere in the wilderness where the mobile network doesn’t catch her. I have started missing her. The fact that we have always so many things to talk, be it by sitting in the middle of the town on the footpath, or by standing by the road near my place, or by standing and waiting for our friends at Zangdopelri parking, I miss the sheer absence of self-conscious feeling and the fun we share thus.

Yesterday, 14th September was her birthday. I hope you will join me in wishing her a happy birthday and a fulfilling life without sickness and problems.

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

Look Up

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