Just a Stroll

Just when I was strolling through my mind for apt thoughts to share on my blog (....though I am never in lack of inept thoughts), my hunger got a grip over me and hence shutting both my laptop and my mind I strolled out of my mind into the real world (read RD). Perfectly alone, (....remember ...switched off mind) I walked slowly, .......filling you all in, my exams are over and nearly all my friends have fled, apart from few unlucky ones like me, so if you have wrongly interpreted, I am not a recluse or a hermit or a nerd......, enjoying the chilliness of coming winters. It started drizzling, just so light, just enough.

Upon reaching my destination I was soon enjoying the perfect tea and snacks. I found a bunch of familiar 2nd years hanging out and I hopped on to there boat. As the conversation smoked through my solitude allayed, and they got to hear some interesting tales of our ragging days and our friendship ventures. They had some similar ideologies that we had during our initial years, unadulterated, unharmed by politics,unscathed by realities.Their eagerness to pull each others' leg, and frequent frustrating comments about their life just connected us.

The conversation made me reminisce the past, and stories kept flowing out. I never realised wen the clock ticked through the hour. They soon bid me farewell, and left me with a small bill to pay, nothing compared to the solitude busting time I had. As they were receding away nudging, swearing each other, I remembered all my friends and felt satisfied with my life, not ever thinking of bidding farewell to them.

I sauntered back alone, much the same way I came, but with calmed solitude, and a pleasant feeling.I thought of them again, switched on my thinking cap and I knew what to pen today.

LOVE

Trapped, I have been,
in a circle of love.
Love, it may be,
Conclusion, tough.

Trapped, between doors,
I have desperately knocked,
I still hope though,
not eternally locked.

I refuse to believe,
there ain't a possibility,
still clinging am I,
to window of opportunity.

Why can't you love me,
adore me, or whatever,
but please consider,
why we can't be together.

I can't remain I,
with solitude of mine,
I long for you,
In measures divine.

Move on, quit, abscond,
screams my head
but these bloody emotions,
still hold the thread.

Trapped, I will be
in love and insanity,
Till I decide to quit,
Till I redefine eternity.

FRIENDS

Somehow they are changing,

Friends of mine,

Not in names

But in character design.

Somehow they are changing,

Friends of mine,

Not righteous, but

should I too 'refine'.

Somehow I succumbed

To changes defined,

I find them correct,

Since I myself didn't mind.

Somehow they are changing,

The boundaries,self defined

I am over-impelling them,

Should I still 'refine'.

Somehow they are changing,

Friends of mine,

But with them I stay

And I won't resign.

Being 'me'

"You will never understand what I am going through", rantered my ever so painful friend. I have always found rantering friends in different baffling situations but this sentence always peeps out once you offer condolence. So instead of asking you to step into my very big shoes(USA 11), I let you understand me.
I am an average looking guy, 6 ft. tall, good lean physique, and I wear big shoes so it is not easy to step in.
I love being famous, in demand, but this way you tend to be repulsive. I am somewhat in demand, in college, and this does give my friends an alluring chance to pull my leg(all have their legs pulled, 'reasons'.... are not that important). I am kind of good at somethings, speaking for instance, which I can manage for hours without a drop of sweat or hint of sore throat. This speaking quality does manifest nicely on stage and in group ventures but it does tend to irritate people at times and they end up saying,"Yaar yeh aadmi apne aap ko hamesha stage pe samajhta hai",(statement courtesy-Arpit saraf,one of my friend).
I am Abhishek Bhatia and I am not a 'professional'. I couldn't understand why Sagar(another of my friend) termed me so. Being practical doesn't make you professional, at least not when your realism does have credibility. Since this turns into a leg pulling material, Suresh and Arpit tend to join him. I hope they don't think it this way. I don't have this figured out but I have been emotional at few moments in life so Mr. Sagar try take another 'take' at me.
"You are biased among friends",it came from a few mouths, most important of all being my room partner, Rajat. I despised this allegation the most, but perhaps it was true, though slightly. I believe that preferences(biasing sounds amiss) do arise in friendship and its not wrong until it turns into over biasing. Frankly I did try to change and perhaps it must have been notified.
I know I am lousy, overhyped, owner of self subdued zeal, but I am trying to go smooth, trying to do good, trying to make everything fall in place. I hope 'being me' didn't irritate you. I am Abhishek Bhatia and I am.....still trying to understand......

Straight from the heart

She called again..."why she always keep coming back",reciprocated my mind, may be that's my perception. She was 'just' a friend, that just was unjust.....i wanted it to be more, much the same way all men do.But i couldn't utter a word, of course not when she was in frame.....But i was cool with it, since i had a great quality that men have-it is all handled and its all cool. I am single and i am 'cool' about it.
Perhaps I also featured in one of the probable list made by our gang mates,which enlisted all of us who will remain single till marriage knocks them. These lists somehow manage to find me, it did once in school too. They know me better, better than i thought but still a trifle away from my actual being. I must be sounding random but its all from the heart. Hey! friends you all are awesome and the guys who have just found cure to their so called solitude (females of course), I AM JEALOUS.....lol.