We debated this for a full hour over some real good Bhurji and Pao-bhaji, and keeping privacy of ppl in question in mind, I’d not go into specifics.

Here are some of the thoughts that came up:

What if the Ex was the soulmate. The one girl you’d die for, the girl who always assumes command of your fantasy dreams, the Venus-Aphrodite rolled into one babe. The woman whom you always trusted to manage your family.

Then again, do such babes actually exist? I mean, she left you, one time, you wanted her to be with you, and she made a decision and went away, walked out of your life. One moment, she was there, the emotional support pillar, the other moment you are listening to Nickleback playing “This is how you remind me… ”

What about the present Girl, whats her fault, she’s making an emotional investment into you. Does one make a settlement if he doesnt get the 1st love? Are 2nd loves not that great? Are n-th loves? Can one even fall in love for more than one time? What is LOVE anyway, just a bundle of undefinable emotions.

Reminds me of that Ross and Rachel thing from friends. On one hand, its a chance to set your life straight, to believe in strong words like Destiny and Serendipity, and to be with someone whom you always wanted to live your life with. But sooner or later, the realization will come, she’s been with someone, everything you do together, someone’s already probably done that, its not the matter of hoopla of Virginity or narrow mindedness (that was another spinoff discussion altogether) but more on always being aware of being compared, self-evaluation or otherwise.

I for one, fool for love that I am, who still wishes one day Catherine will leave Douglas and stay with me , would say No to that ex, cute though she is, hot though she is, Dreamgirl though she was, you’ll always have a special place in my memory Harddisk, but your files are now read only. I cant open them again. I learnt a lot from you, but moved on or not, time’s come to give someone else a fair chance.

Nimmo has full Admin rights to me

-fN
PS: I’ve read it in 100 different places that its not a good thing to mention your Ex in conversations with a potential Nimmo, I’ve done that sometimes unknowingly, and to tell from experience, if 100 places say it, its mostly right

What do you people think?

I was pondering at the age old cliche of Love Triangles. Then I realized that in life, until there are bisexual people in the relationship,  there could only be love Angles.  Take for example, the above photo. The love which the two boys feel for the girl (solid line for solid feelings), they cant possibly feel for each other. At max they can be friends, which is a different type of love (shown as the dotted line).

Hence proved, there are no Love Triangles, only Love Angles.

- @

Mein
Raat ko ghar ki chhat pe jaata hoon
Khula aasmaan
Shaanti
Traffic ki bheeni bheeni awaaz
yeh
Privacy in a public city
Shaanti ke 2 lamhe
Thinking abt future
Abt past
Mistakes I did
and Decisions that went wrong
but
Everything is a learning step
and Tommorow is another day
Mujhe raat ka aasmaan
aur Samundar
aisa hi lagta hain
Vishaal
Life ki tarah
out of control
Too big

And who are we,
but a flickr
in some bigger scheme on things
all our dreams of 80 years of life
are miniscule

to agar yeh jeevan
ek chhota spark hi hian
to kyon na aatishbaazi ki tarah jale
shayad
kahin
koin
dekh raha ho
aur
hamein toota tara
samajh
hamse apni wishes share kare
Nimmo, kahan ho tum, awaaz do!

-@

Yesterday, I went to the Shakira concert. I was there in the 2nd row, she was 5 feet away from me, and I am still in hangover, which I pray, should never end.

Shakira, the word means Grace, is the tip of the Iceberg of what she is. She came at 8:10 pm, and since then, time stopped for me, I am living in bliss, my senses are saturated with her, her aura has permeated my body, heart, mind and soul.

She took our hearts away when she came on stage, she took it again when she did a Namaste and said “Namaste Mumbai”, mind you, not with the pseudo-english accent of I-am-saying-this-coz-someone-told-me-to wala “Naamaaasthe” but actual proper I-know-this-word-and-I-mean-it “Namaste Mumbai”.

From then on, every smile, every arm movement, every hip shake, every syllable coming out of her mouth, she was taking our hearts, or whatever was left of it. We (me and my friend, Lokesh) had reached the venue (MMRDA ground, Bandra Kurla complex) at 4pm, the Gates opened at 6:30, She came at 8:10 and show went on till 10, we didnt have a drop of water all this time.

We were standing there, hungry, thirsty, severly dehydrated, but totally drenched in her spectral aura, her radiance, and there she was, ruling Queen of our hearts, our Goddess; Maya, Venus, Aphrodite all rolled multiple times into one, rejuvenating us with her mystical presence. Some say she’s short, only 4′11″ tall. Well there’s only top-quality excellent super-duper fine material with God, and I’m sure he put all of that in making her. Each nanometer of her is perfection.

From a sexy seductive belly dancer to the ruling queen of the masses to the traditional Indian girl, she slipped through each role with the practised ease of a master performer. She made our blood sing, as I write this post, 14 hrs post event, I can still hear it singing. She sang in languages apart from English, but we dint care, for what she sings is so rich, so pure that it was getting interpreted directly by the heart as emotions.

I didnt carry a Camera, but I wouldn’t have shot anything had I carried one. You only get so many Eye-seconds of her which is a shame to waste looking at a camera view-finder.

Unlike the numerous cocktease beauties of the glamour world, you don’t get the feel that “Oh my god, I wanna have her right now!” (well you do get it with each hip shake), but it gets immediately wiped out with “Behold the divinity, let her be free, let her be with a subject of her own choosing, for making oneself suitable for her will take eons.”

It is said that “Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder”, yet there are some Beauties who are what they are without eyes to behold. I know I am in love, I know its a one sided love, one with not a Happy-ever-after ending; but I dont care.

I am not going to give you a song list, or any critic, numerous media agencies are covering that. I have stood in her presence. She is Lava-hot, yet I am alive. I have never taken Alcohol, but I now I know what is to be on a high, and I stipulate that even the most seasoned of all drunkards have ever felt the ether I am floating in. This is my story.

My Queen, I am yours to command.

-@
PS: Shakira is Uber-Nimmo, first class. If my Nimmo can compare to her in an infinitesimal percentage, I’ll be the luckiest chap alive, Amen.