UNSAID, YET HEARD & UNDERSTOOD

 

9 Am in the morning and I’m sitting at a sooper crowded metro station, waiting for my date! Yes, date. A relationship where I’m the ‘man’ and ‘my little-miss-sunshine’ takes a while to get ready. Okay! It’s a ‘BFF’ relationship. Let’s not make your brains wander on the streets of insanity. (Sober enough! =P)

 

Anyway, a crowded metro station. Office Hours. And hundreds of faces with similar yet different expressions. The only thing common is the mind-race; the thinking that happens behind those stupid expressions. Everybody has something or the other boggling their minds. Half have the weirdness the metro offers, the “Fine! Aaj bhi chipko! Uff” expression; some are bugged with the office tension, “arre yaa! Itna kaam! By god!” and some mad people like me have ‘other people’s mind’ on their mind!”

 

I was just pondering upon the prettiness each facet of life offers, like this one. Such a beautiful concept/fact of ‘unsaid yet understood’ words and feelings. We don’t say anything, yet we are heard clearly. The happiness we feel, actually transfers to lotta people around us, without shouting and screaming! The sadness that makes your eyes moist is understood by some, without you crying about it.  Unsaid yet heard. Amazing, fascinating and beautiful!

 

So in life, there are very few who get these magical powers; the power to articulate your thoughts into words, without you saying it. I call them magicians!

1.       Your Parents

2.       Your Siblings

3.       Your BFF’s

4.       Your Partner

Rest, just pretend to know you, or probably know you like 50%. Not more than that!

 

Parents’- by Default! We’re here cause of their unsaid, yet heard and understood, and happened moments! (Pun Intended! =P)

 

Siblings- Naturally! ‘Khoon ka rishta dude!’ you have the same genes. You tend to think alike! And now that I’m talking about siblings, how can I not mention my sister. She’s a blessing to me. My ‘sab-kuch’ (in-a-filmy-tone). NO DOUBT!

 

BFF’s- So, these are the relationships that we get to chose. And the ones we hold on to, forever types. Right from the day you meet, to the day you become ‘pals/buddies’, and till the day you become ‘inseparable’;  the journey from ‘describable and explained thoughts’ to ‘I know’ happens. They just get to know you, somehow!

 

And the last one; your Partner. - Typical Bollywood scenario, ‘aankho hi aankhon mein pyar’ types and the ‘dil-ka-rishta’ theory. I’m a Loveaholic; (yes! I know that is no word, but if I get a chance, I’ll copyright it to myself and add it to the oxford dictionary :D), and for me this ‘unsaid, yet understood’ feeling has to be there. Meticulously! I know it is developed over time, but then you know it from day one. The click, the eyes, the signs! So if you can’t read the eyes, and you can’t listen to what they’re blaring aloud; then excuse me Mister, ’OK TATA BYE BYE! Nice meeting you!’

 

Aah! I started with my BFF date, went on to metro minds, and finally landed on my regular spot. Gosh! I really need to concentrate on the worldly matters and not heartily ones.

Anyway! My only concern now is the last pointer in the magicians of ‘Unsaid, heard and understood’. So, my dear lover, read carefully. Like VERY VERY carefully! Sun lo, aur samajh lo, Achhe se! =D

 

I'll go enjoy my Date now! Back to back movies! Yay!*

And you guys; Happy dreaming! :D

CHIPAKK KE!

What makes women think that they can fit into a 10cm space, when their own diameter is wider than at least thrice of it? Why do you even have to step in when you see no space? And why on earth, do you scream out “TSK!” when you land your heavy duty foot on somebody else? Hello! You stomped her! 

So while naming this article, the only thing that came to my mind was Red FM’s tag line, “Chaar gaane chipak ke!” minus the songs though!

Yes! I am talking about Delhi metro only! 

Delhi metro, without doubt is the biggest relief, an everyday commuter could get. I’m truly thankful to Mrs. Sheila Dikshit too, but all I’m cribbing about is the way people travel. The way women travel, to be precise. Just because we have a separate compartment, “The mahila coach”, doesn’t mean that you can do/stand/sit/etc. anyway you like!

I’m honestly not interested in looking what you’re wearing, and for obvious reasons I’m not talking about the clothes you’re wearing publicly (pun intended!). Or which shampoo you use. I really don’t want to eat your hair, nor am I some Bollywood hero, who’ll fall for you if you splash your wet hair on my face. NO! Or which perfume you’ve applied (And this is for the only few who do. Rest, please take in consideration, but do not go overboard with it!) So, keep your things to yourselves. Oh In fact! Keep yourself intact with yourself! PLEASE! 

 It’s not that I don’t travel in the women compartment, I do. I walk that extra 50 meters to be in the first dabba of the train, but lately I’ve started to rethink my option of traveling in the general coach. But I failed to be concrete on that! It’s Men Versus Women, here too. Dirty, creepy touching and ogling eyes, VERSUS, lotta women stuck to each other! Uff! Simple yet a preposterous choice! You’re left with no other option than to put yourself through the chipka-chipki! 

I wonder how this thing will be tackled. Because the more ladies compartment you add, there will be more ladies to get glued to! Sigh!

Aaah! So, my dear ladies, please ‘find space and THEN get in’. And ‘not get in and THEN find space’. It would help a lotta little people, like me! With deep respect and love, a ‘hurt-on-daily-basis-metro-traveler-who-wants-to-reach-her-destination-without-anger-and-non-furrowed-clothes’. 

Thanks! :)

MindAtStake-HeartToRescue

Things happen. Things end.

Shit happens. Shit ends.

Happiness happens. And unfortunately it too ends.

 

 

So a teeny-weenie question according to this life rule/fact; “are we supposed to keep a record of these in our head? Or are we supposed to flush it out, the minute it ends?” WHAT?

If it’s the first one, then probably I’m perfectly alright! Mentally, emotionally and All-ally! YAY!!*

And if not (just by chance), we have to flush them out, then I’ve got no other option than agreeing with my friend, who from what angle, in what time, thought I was emotionally damaged!

 

I wouldn’t call myself emotionally damaged, (for modesty sake!) but instead call my brain a storehouse. It’s not that I intend to jot down everything that happens with me on this ‘roller-coaster life ride’; and dream about a fairytale life to make it better, but it happens! My brain, like me, likes to write and hence makes it a point to note down all the murk, all the bliss, and probably all the events that leave me baffled.

 

But I guess it’s natural. Isn’t it? We all have a memory-diary, a mind journal which keeps intact each and every moment of happiness that made us roll on floor, and all the heartbreaks that made us suffer. So clearly, my mind is pretty much inclined towards excessive writing, and hence, it ends up writing thesis about the pain, more than the joy! And to balance, to play the Heroine in my life, I let my heart wander on the streets of love and be palpable enough to dream anything; Dream big-wide and huge!

 

Aah! So, I might be emotionally scared, emotionally cautious, but not damaged. I guess so. At Least *Dil hai ki manta nahi* Right?! :)