A memorable day..

I spent the entire last night refreshing my gmail account, yeah partly because my bedmate, sadly a male, was snoring so loudly that I had already scrapped all my plans of sleeping early in the night and partly because this day was going to be a landmark one. Whom I had been courting for the last 3 years and had finally been able to propose sometime back and then had been asked to wait for another month for a decision was going to announce my fate today. Would she be mine finally? I was restless. The curtains downed at 10.43 am, Atlanta time, when not only she finally said YES but also offered to pay partly for her ring!

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Oh, I love you 'my' ISB !

P.S.: Branching the thoughts from the point of my bedmate being a male, now that my days are spent comparing the American culture with our own, I was thinking that our Indian culture makes us weird kind of straights - For us Indian male bachelors, to share a bedroom with a male bachelor, always be seen in the company of males, and party only with males is seen perfactly natural by the Indian society, whereas this would be exactly the opposite in the US. Such behaviour here would clearly mean that we are not straight !

Culture conflict in my head..

Naa jaane kabse...

ख़ुद का इंसान बनाने में किताबों में कहीं ऐसा खो गया,

कि ज़िन्दगी की दोपहर तक का सफर न जाने कब गुज़र गया

दोपहर को जागा तो दुनिया बहुत बदल चुकी थी,
इंसान की नहीं, कीमत पैसे की हो चुकी थी

अब हर पल पैसे के पीछे भाग रहा हूँ,
आखिरी कुछ उम्मीदों के साथ जाती हुई धूप ताक रहा हूँ

कभी कुछ पल रुक कर कुछ ख्वाब सजा लिया करता हूँ,
बीता हुआ हर लम्हा तेरी परछाईं के साथ फ़िर बिता लिया करता हूँ

तेरी एक आहट का हर पल इंतज़ार करता हूँ,
ना जाने कब से मैं तुझसे प्यार करता हूँ...

Yaaro sab duaaa karo...

For the first time in 4 years, Sodium has asked a girl out...

Will she
Will she not !

It's for such moments that we live, when we appreciate how beautiful life is, how thrilling its every turn !

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Sweetest love, I do not go,
For weariness of thee,
Nor in hope the world can show
A fitter love for me;
But since that I
Must die at last, 'tis best,
To use my self in jest
Thus by feigned deaths to die.