The Bohemian Girl!

Q: Who is She?
A: The Bohemian Girl

Q: What does she do?
A: No idea. But she could make a living by playing badminton.

Q: Badminton?
A: Yes, badminton! She moves around with the grace of a ballet dancer, she picks and smashes. She drops and she smiles.

Q: Describe her?
A: She is tall, fair and perfectly accented. She is the Bohemian Girl.



Q: Where did you meet her?
A: I met her at luck’s place.

Q: Luck’s place?
A: It is a place where I go to indulge in me, but I got indulged in her style.

Q: She must be really fascinating?
A: Really? I wouldn’t know. Perhaps, I would never catch her glimpse again. She was a bright hope, a breath of fresh air. With each of her moves, she oozed grace and poise. She swore once, and it did not take her long to get back to her charismatic reigns.

Q: Never again? You must talk to her.
A: I met her at luck’s place. As luck would have it, variances never add up to a total.

Q: Variances? Total?
A: She was the variance in the human mass of badminton populace. No air, no self possessiveness. A sip of water, a gentle look at the racquet and a genuine smile! Do you get the drift? She did not belong to this place.

Q: Did you exchange numbers?
A: No.

Q: Dude, she seems fascinating. You should meet her. Do something.
A: Didn’t I tell you she was the Bohemian Girl? Luck’s place!

Q: Any more thoughts?
A: A perfect smile. A perfect chin. A perfect accent. The poise. The Bohemian girl.

Loss of Words

Presentation One: Fumbled. Mumbled.
Presentation Two: Blank.

Outcome: Doubts. Self Examination. Stage Fear.

X

The path that lies behind me and the path that lies in front of me do not meet where I stand right now. Crossroads?

C&D

It took me a minute to decide. It took another such minute to rename it as a mistake. The ground rules changed! Choice and decisions are good as long as the ground rules last.

Choices and Decisions-Law of diminishing returns?

In hindsight all our decisions fall into either of these categories -good or bad. But at the heat of the moment was that not the only reasonable, and absolutely crucial thing to do?



My fight for justice with TIME? Acceptance?

Scattered or Missing Pieces?

Predecessor.

Piece One:
A big happy jovial active group. The humour never staled even though the subjects were constant.
Status Update:
Lost
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Piece Two:
Perfect football pitch, lazy badminton courts, endless discussions before matches.
Status Update:
Extinct
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Piece Three:
Online chatting, Mindless questioning/bugging.
Status Update:
Not Applicable
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Piece Four:
Phone calls, sporadic flirting.
Status Update:
Non Existent
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Piece Five:
Poking Nose.
Status Update:
Cold
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Piece Six:
Jumping at everything plausible.
Status Update:
Bungee Jumping in past
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Piece Seven:
Sleeping and sporadic work
Status Update:
Sleeping
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Current.

Piece Eight:
Fixing the repairable, spawning new ones for the obsolete in a black screen for a black box.
Status Update:
Monday Blues
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Piece Nine:
Small football pitch sans grass, bigger imagination- a lesser player.
Status Update:
Bypassing
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Piece Ten:
Chennai
Status Update:
Madras
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Successor.

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Every You for Every Me?

Dear V,

Isn’t it hard to pen down everything that happened and everything that promised to happen but didn’t? There is no easy way out, so I will just give it a shot. It wasn’t an accident-the way we met. I was left wondering about your guile and naivety, over the coffee. It wasn’t long enough when I was only wondering about the infinite you in a pretty way. Well, I wasn’t looking for it, nor did I plan it to unfold in the way it did. Ermmm.. It did happen, nevertheless. One thing led to another, and I could only do a precious little without you. I fumbled in football pitch, over you. The tattoo, the over-the-sleep talk, the lingering smile, the whispering messages- my crazy run had begun! That’s the good part.

The bad news is, it didn’t actually materialise. Meanwhile, we lost both the basis of good times- the person and the emotions. I am sure; it was not worth the smile and faith you entrusted on me. As I run my eyes over the picture, the other thoughts come galloping. How life shapes up differently and totally opposite to what first sight promises to be. As I sit down with real life tales, gives me an unhealthy feeling-the highly disturbing kind. That frightens the daylight out of me. But, I get this feeling that we will get lost in the haze of this over-populated world. In this human mass of expectations, we let our moment fly by un-noticed. I don’t know what’s going with me. But when you turn that face to me, I know something’s wrong with the world. I can’t tell you, where we land from here. But can you lend me every you for every me? The morning smile by the bed, the night ruffles? Just another chance? Call me!

Yours Unfaithfully
B

Fit in the picture?

Cigarette buds. Smelly socks. Glass bottles. Ripped corks. White washed surroundings. He was filled by scattered nothingness around. He stared at the garrulous fan shrieking an ‘i-no-longer-care’ tone. The ceiling was hypnotizing him as he awaited his nothingness to be galloped by something-‘ness’. He wondered about fitting in the place, fitting into the whole picture as a small nut bolt. He reserved his apprehensions. He saw flaws all around. The more he peered into the walls, the more he saw into the patterns and their ways. They weaved into the white overlay smoothly for a distant onlooker. everything is so perfect from far-off he murmured as his heavy eyelids dropped in a lumber.

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Just once, just once, I'd like to keep the perfect sleep. You know the one I'm taking about. You fall asleep on a train, or someone's couch, or in a hospital, and it's perfect. The ecstasy of the unlikely. And then some bastard wakes you up and you can't get it back, no matter how hard you try. You never knew it was perfect until you lost it. And all you have left is that sick burning desire to get it back. The perfect sleep.