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Mr. Coffee Hater #2

Aaj jane ki zid na karo.. yu hi pehlu me baithe raho…..

 

I hum along the very old lyrics, sitting in my balcony, sipping that hot cup of coffee, drenching in that cool, chilly after-rain air, that unseasonal rain which leaves everything all the more beautiful. I am lost; lost in that very strong cup of coffee, lost among those very soothing winds; lost in a different era of love.

 

I am lost when suddenly, out of nowhere, disconcerting my train of thoughts, This stupid Mr. Coffee Hater barges in rushing, fluttering, clapping, smiling, “Pehle muje ane to do, uske baad me jane ki zid karunga na.” I have to literally battle with my calm, with my soothing mind to come back and realize what exactly happened.

 

“You frightened me.” I scream.

“Someone’s in a mood!!” comes back the taunting respond.

“Don’t even let me begin on mood.”

“Oh ever the dramatic Moushmi.”

“Yeah? You think I do drama all the time?”

“Well, not all the time. At least not when you sing such wonderful, soulful songs for me.”

He thinks the song is for him!! Oh God!! Can he really be any more self-obsessive?

“The song wasn’t for you.” I retort.

“Of course it wasn’t.” And he tries patting my hand.

“Oh, just get lost.”

“But I just came in.” He tries with all his roughish charms.

“Yeah, but you didn’t come in when I needed you. Oh, you are just the same. It will probably do you more good if you just left!”

“I was busy.” He tries puppy faces.

“Yeah, and so I am, now!! Any plans on leaving, then?”

“Well, I am not disturbing you, am I?”

“Yes, you are.”

“No, I am not. All I can remember is you were singing or should I say trying to sing a song, whereby you were pleading with me to not go.” He smirks.

“For the 100thtime, the song wasn’t for you.”

“Let’s say, I agree that it wasn’t for me. Then may I ask, whom were you dedicating it to?” He really tries.

“No, you may not know.”

“Oh, come on! I go away for a little while and you throw all your tantrums on me. I said I am sorry.”

“No, you never said sorry!”

“I did.”

“In your head, you did!!”

“Someone’s really angry this time!.” He mumbles.

“I heard that!!

“Yeah, well if you heard that, do you hear me asking for that damned coffee?”

“Since when have you started liking coffee?”

“Oh, I still hate it. But if that is what it takes for you to calm down, lady? Then coffee it is!”

“Oh come on. I don’t want your upkaar.” I snap.

“It is not upkaar. I mean it.” He smiles that foolish smile.

I wonder. Is he right? Is he fooling me? I try to read his face, but before I can he changes the topic. “So, I hear you were really missing me?”

“I have better things to do, than miss someone who hates coffee!”

“Are we still on that?”

“Well, we will be on that until you start drinking coffee!!”

“So, is there anything new except of your coffee?” he changes the topic again.

“No.” I am still very adamant.

“How’s work?

“Good.”…………. “But come to think of it….”

“There it is. I was just wondering how have you not ‘thought’ of anything so far. HAHAHA you and your thinking.”

“If my thinking bothers you so much, then why did you come here again?”

“I heard you were missing me.” He flatters himself.

“Well, you had fake news. Be assured of that!”

“Seriously?” He rolls his eyes at me.

“Yes!!”

“Oh, in that case I must go. I just thought……”

“Ha ha! Caught you. I have told you. Thinking isn’t your responsibility. You fail miserably at it.”

“Yeah, I know. I just thought I was better at it by now.”

“There, you are doing it again. My dear, you just are pathetic at it.” I rejoice in his failure.

“Yeah? So are you.”

“In what, may I ask?”

No, you may not!!”

Uuuuuuuurrrgggggghhhhhhhhhh

“Why not?”

“Just….”

“Okay, don’t say. But are you going to ever tell me where exactly have you been for so many days?”

“No!” Comes the blatant reply.

“Really?” I stare dumbfounded.

What is wrong with you? I want to scream. But I sip my coffee instead.

“So, what brings you here, today, after so many days? I thought you just forgot me?”

“You!!”

“Oh, please don’t start that again!! Stop being cheesy!!”

“It’s not cheesy.”

“It is.”

“It’s not. And even if it is, at least it’s better than your coffee!!”

I remain silent.

“Are you going to say anything?” He chirps.

I am still silent.

“Okay, then I am leaving.” He is losing patience now.

“WAIT! You can’t go….”

“I know. I know. The coffee isn’t over yet.” He finishes for me.

“So do I get the pleasure to know your name, now?” I am all too politeness for him.

He rolls his eyes and smirks. He just knows its fake.

“You could you if you wanted to.”

“But you won’t say your name.” I almost spill my cup in screaming at him.

“You won’t ask.” He bats his wings angrily.

“I just did.”

“Okay, I will tell you today, just as soon as you finish your idiotic, extremely hot, stupid, excessively strong, unwanted and sour coffee!!!!!”

He has crossed his limits.

I fume.

He winks.

I gulp down the coffee. Enough is enough. I will know his name, today.

He winks again. He smiles mischievously. Bats his wings.

“Aisi baate kiya na karo..” And just as swiftly he flies away, above and beyond. And in another second he is too far away from me.

He is gone. The coffee cup is empty. The wind is whistling into my ears. In the background the wonderful lady, that gorgeous Farida Khannumsmiles vainly into nothingness, “Jaan jati hai jab uth k jate ho tum……..

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Until we meet again.

 

Take care!

More about this stupid, nerving, extremely irritating Coffee Hater: Mr. Coffee Hater- My New Friend!

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Please, please just let me be…

Please don’t come again.

I am good, if not at best, without you.

Please just go away.

Please, just let me be.

 

It was really difficult

To disentangle from your black chains,

It was claustrophobic

To always be in your embrace.

 

When you are around

I am not happy,

I am not myself,

I am someone I never want to be.

 

Even your shadows are too dark.

When you are around,

I can barely see straight,

It is all just a maddening gaze.

 

When you are around

Every single thing is black,

Every thing is not beautiful,

Every single thing is not acceptable.

 

Even the smallest thing disturbs me,

Every petty thing gets on me.

I cry and crib over every insignificant thing,

I try and trip over every attempt of smiling.

 

When you are around

My friends turn to enemies,

And I try to find solace in those frenemies,

Failing at the attempt of even breathing.

 

I just can’t see through anything.

My vision blurs

And it is difficult even breathing

I drown and drown absolutely giving in.

 

I have told you,

Please don’t come back

My vision blurs

And I see only black.

 

It is very difficult

To disentangle from your black embrace.

It is always choking

To be tied to your steely embrace.

 

Please, please don’t come back

I am good, if not at best without you.

Please just go away,

Please, please just let me be.

 

PS: Before anyone asks, this is not dedicated to anyone. So the ‘you’ in the above poem is not a person, if it can be called a poem at all.

One Big Happy Family #6

You might not remember them, but my one big happy family still enjoys their happy ever after. Oh they are so happy that they are on a vacation!! The only problem is I didn’t know about this vacation, which is why I was so restless when I didn’t see them for quite some time.

 

As it happens, my dear blogger friend sends me their whereabouts telling me that they are safe and happy, enjoying their time without me 😉

 

How could they?????? Without me?????? Oh, the horror!!!!

 

Who cares? Let them go. I don’t even need them anymore; I have that stupid Mr. coffee hater now! Let them fly away to that city of dreams. They will not find an admirer like me there. And will have to fly back here just as soon.

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I wasn’t even missing them much when I saw them back again, near my place right the next day..

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And I am assuming that stupid carefree one big happy family will live happily ever after right in front of me, 😉 Ab kya kare subah ka bhooola sham ko ghar aye to use shayad bhoola nahi kehte..

 

PS: Thank you Sifar for bringing this picture to my notice, otherwise I wouldn’t even know about the doings of this crazy family that kept going behind my back. And also get well soon, WordPress misses you Sifar.

Also his click looks way better than any of my clicked pictures.

If there is any rarest possibility that you want to know more about this crazy happy ever after (which I highly doubt) here you go-

One Big Happy Family.

 

Mr. Coffee Hater- My New Friend!

Hey guys, I have a new friend. Well, to be honest we have met only a few days back but we seem to hit it off.

This new friend comes and visits me often these days, as often as almost everyday, precisely at the same time. We sit in my room’s balcony; have a cup of coffee and talk. And to be honest, he isn’t a big fan of coffee (disappointed) so I have coffee and we both talk. I think I might have begun to like his company a little bit. My mom says this is temporary! This is nonsense! I am definitely appalled at her for saying this but how can I express the amount of affinity I share with this new friend. This is just beyond her grasp.

So today, I am having my coffee and I was just about to send this friend on a guilt trip for not showing up on time, when suddenly from nowhere he barged into my space and landed in front of me.

“So how are you today?” he asks me.

“I think I am good.”

“Oh, you and your thinking.” He rolls his eyes at me.

What! What am I suppose to say?

“How are you, if I may ask?” I ask anyway.

“I am awesome as always!!”

Of course you are.

“And what brings you here today?” I ask adamantly.

“Precisely nothing. I just though I should stop by since I was visiting near by.”

“Oh you and your thinking!” I mimic.

“What now? Thinking is only your job or what?”

“Nah. You could try that too, but I don’t think you will master it as much as I can.”

“Fair point well made Miss Moushmi.”

“Now will you tell me what exactly are you doing here? Visiting me almost everyday, at the same time, never really doing anything?”

“Will you tell me what exactly are you doing here, same time, everyday? He counter-attacks.

“Ummmm, I think you forget, this is my house, my room, my balcony, my coffee!!!” I almost want to scream.

“So?”

Oh my God! Look at the horror that this little man throws upon me. What do you mean so? I mean I am almost expected to be in my house. I don’t have to take permission form anyone for that. And in contrast I certainly have a right to ask for his reasons of visiting. Seriously, though what does he think of himself!

 

“I am just asking what brings you here?”

“You.”

“Yeah, but you come here everyday, you sit and you fight with me and then leave. You have never told me the exact purpose of your visit. I don’t even know your name.”

“So you can ask me my name.”

“And you think you will answer that?”

“What makes you think I won’t?”

“The fact that I have repeatedly asked you your reason of visiting me, but you won’t open your filthy mouth on that.”

“Yeah but my filthy mouth will definitely want to tell you my name.”

“What’s stopping you?”
“The fact that you haven’t exactly asked.”

Uuuuurrrgggggghhhhhhhhh!!

“I will ask you just after you tell me the reason for your 6th visit in the 6th day of knowing you.”

“Are we still on that?”

“Apparently!”

“Okay, I think it’s time to go.”

“But where are you going? My coffee isn’t over yet.”

“Then drink your damn coffee and let me watch you drink it.”

“The coffee isn’t damned!! How could you…..”

“Yeah, yeah, I still don’t find any good reason in drinking that strong cup. I threw it out of my mouth the first time I tasted it.”

“Yeah I remember that, it wasn’t exactly too long ago.” I remember our first meeting where I couldn’t stop laughing at his reaction in tasting coffee for the first time. That was my first in meeting someone who had never tasted coffee!! DUH…

“So, now if you are done with your coffee, I think I should go. I have better things to do.”

“Like what? And I literally don’t remember inviting you here.”

“Well, I invited myself.”

“Then deport yourself too.”

“I will!!”

“What’s stopping you?”

“You damned coffee.”

“You’d be happy to know, the cup is empty now.”

“Seriously though, you waste a lot of time drinking that.”

“How does it bother you?”

“Fair point well made.” He retorts.

“I know.”

“Now really, I should get going.” He insists.

“Try and be stopped.”

“Yeah, yeah, I am leaving.”

I am waiting for him to leave.

“By the way you seriously are not interested in knowing my name, are you?”

“I am. But you won’t say.”

“You won’t ask. Then how can I tell you my name?” he complains!!!

Oh my god, and I still like his visits?

“Okay, then will you please tell me your name?” I ask too pleadingly, with all smiles and politeness.

“Of course.”

WHAT!!!!!

“But for now it’s time to go.” He adds. And then just as swiftly he had come, he flies away and vanishes into thin air.

 

This, this new friend of mine? Doesn’t even like getting clicked. I somehow managed to get a nice shot. I am introducing you guys to him as Mr. Coffee Hater. Be my guest; judge him all you want, I don’t care, because he is just so adamant with me. He gets into my nerves and is so, so irritating at times. And yet I like his visits? I must be losing my mind!!

 

Anyways, here he is, with his roguish charms.

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Until we meet again 😀

Take Care.

A Million Little Things!

From unknown to known,

From being fellow bloggers to blogger friends,

From reading to sharing,

From solace to comfort,

From silence to spreading the thought,

You lovely people have stayed with me,

Carried the burden of my unjustifiable words,

Put along with my never-ending emotional tantrums,

And also entertained me with some of my irrational posts,

More so this has all happened without any judgements on my character,

And all the more, you have given me,

A million little things to cherish;

For which I can’t thank anyone of you enough.

All of you, every one of you have always remained,

And will always remain close to my heart.

A big thank you,

And a very Happy friendships day.

For a friend is not one who talks to you everyday, and hangs out with you, who brings you gifts and cuts a cake with you on your birthday, with whom you share all your secrets and with whom you go shopping. He is not someone with whom you just discuss your latest girl crush, or with whom you go out and eat because you are in the mood.

A friend is someone who is simply there for you when you need them, who will sit at home and listen to you while you ramble away all your miseries, again and again. He is someone who will know what’s wrong, with one look, and will not let go until you let go of what you are hiding. He is someone who will laugh at you after knowing, what’s troubling you, but will be with you all the same. A friend is not someone who posts with you 20 different photos on social media, but in the end, forgets that there is a life outside of social media. (I get the irony of posting this on a blog)

Walter Winchell was absolutely right in saying, “A friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out.”

Books- My Strength!

For me books are more than just books.

Books are more than words,

They are more than mere pages,

They are more than simple plots and fictional stances..

Books are my weakness and they are my strength,

They are my escape mechanism,

And they are my reality!!

They are ever present, non complaining friends,

They are certainly not my enemies.

And these books are where I find my solace,

From this ever present insanity!

 

 

“Your Eyes Speak, Darling!”

It is often advised not to build a business with a friend or a relative, because one of them will never flourish. And the ever adamant person that I am, I will go and definitely do that.

A few years ago I met this person, who initially was abhorred by me but when I got to know him, I realised I was so wrong, completely wrong. And that’s how our friendship began. I had stopped expecting anything out of any relationship by then and so this began as a general acquaintance for me which inadvertently took to a really good friendship. I still didn’t expect anything out of it. When I say ‘expect’ all I mean is that I didn’t expect him to do anything for me, I didn’t expect him to really bother for me or I had no intention in worrying him. I am short of words here.. do you get it? What I am trying to say.

Anyways, so we became good friends and really good friends for that matter where there is no scope of any kind of romantic relationship from both the sides (thankfully). And then after a while we started working together.

I got to know him even better.

Since this is a work-friend relationship we make sure we decide primarily when we are talking as friends, and when as co-workers. But of course many a times we divert ways and so far it has never been ugly.

Today, I met this person after a few days and we were discussing work over a cup of coffee. We were almost done, when I caught him staring at me, more so like glaring at me. My mind went blank, why was he not focused at what I was saying. And I had to snap at him to bring him out of his reverie.

We simply discussed work and as soon as we got finished with it, he blurted out, “Why don’t you go out somewhere? You are truly disturbed and in an objectionable amount of pain.”

I was flummoxed. I almost stammered which is really unlike me and then decided to keep shut, pretending to drink my coffee.

“You go on a leave; you are stressed and really burdened with work, a break would help you.”

We weren’t even discussing anything personal. We were discussing work for God’s sake. How would he know anything about my life right now? I gulped another sip of coffee and stared blankly at him.

“You deserve it,” With that I knew he wouldn’t say anything further.

I knew I had to say something, I couldn’t let him waver. He is my friend too and I owed him an answer. But what?

My hands are wrapped in a fist, and he smiles. Fuck! He does know me well.

I let go of my hands and say “But how would you know any of that?” trying to sound confident and challenging.

Who was I kidding?

“Your eyes speak, darling.”

And just that way, my eyes grew bigger and I gulped down air as fast as I could. He knows me from my eyes? How? Really? Is that possible?

He didn’t ask me anything further; he knew I would never say. I never do. I just shut myself down from emotions. And he left me with that thought.

We finished our coffee, and I diverted him with my tactics, I bombarded him with my questions about him, and made it all about him and I won! We were soon into his problems and how he was dealing with them. We left soon.

He dropped me home as a friend, reminding me to make some work calls as a co-worker. But my mind kept wondering. I didn’t ‘expect’ anything from him. And yet he proved to be really a good friend. Well, more than a good friend.

You just don’t lose these kind of people, whoever they are, and whatever kind of relationship you have with them, you just don’t. They are too special to lose.