A relationship in 55 words.
She proposed. He declined.
You’re too intense for me.
He said then.
A few years later, they met.
He was older, she wiser.
He frowned,
I don’t like what you’ve become.
You didn’t like me the way I was!
She wanted to cry when he said
I did. I miss who you used to be.
Tuesday was really special. I had a chance to perform at Mithibai college’s LitCon festival. The alma mater makes everything a magical experience. Even though the building has changed beyond recognition, it has echoes of my adolescent self, climbing out of windows, sneaking vada-paos into chemistry labs, reading books hidden…
There was a death. And I watched who was allowed to grieve and who was required to show strength. It made me ponder masculinity.
* Last year, I began a new job, an unusual one that brought together all that I’d learnt in my twenties in the corporate world and since then about social media & writing. I moved out at the end of January 2013 and wrote my goodbye email to the people…
What happens to a normal, decent nice guy going about his blameless life when he meets misnomers who are misogynist? How easily they all turn.
I’ve noticed a new kind of man. He opens with transformation stories of how he was XYZ and uses that to excuse his lack of effort. I call BS on these guys.
To my friends in so many places, I’m upset. Badly so. I’m not okay with your calling me only when you have problems in your love life. I’m struck even worse by the fact that you have no time to hear about my love life problems or worse, that you…
You gotta take what you get and smile, right? What more can you do…
And about my post, I don’t say what I don’t mean..I love the way you write.
@ Wiseling: I don’t know if there’s always happiness, but there’s often poetry.
Sometimes there is no happily ever after, but there is happiness…
@ Stranger: Some lessons you really wish you didn’t have to learn.
@ Pinks, Junkie: I think we all are.
@ Pinks
aren’t they all? 😉
A confused man!