THE ANGEL AND THE PAUPER - REQUIEM


A Sequel to THE ANGEL AND THE PAUPER <---Click to read
Almost seven moons had passed now. The Pauper hadn't seen or heard from her since she smiled and waved a bye to him. He had waited patiently - just for a mere glance, or even a faint echo of her flapping wings.

But he hadn't had any of it ever since.

Today was the feast of the Mighty One. The entire universe would be chanting the Mighty One's name. They'd all be dressed in their very best. Everyone would greet each other and exchange goodies, and hugs. Love and peace would be all around. Everyone would join in.

So would the angels.

And he knew it. So he waited eagerly.

But she didn't come.

He began to get worried. So he wrote a small hello on a piece of rag that he tore from his clothing, and tied it by a string to the leg of a dove that he managed to catch. He kissed the dove, whispered the name of his angel to it, and sent it soaring up into the sky, hoping that his angel would find it and come back, or at least send a message back with the dove.

And he waited.

But all he did was wait. And the wait was painful. He waited till the day almost came to a close.

And then he found them.

The dove lay motionless on the ground a few metres away from the place he first met his Angel. Its eyelids were shut, its feathers ravaged and scattered, its claws curled tight, and its neck wrung backwards. The message was still tied to its leg, and it seemed that it hadn't been read at all.

Next to the dove, lay something even more broken. It was savagely smashed, punctured brutally, and was absolutely dry and withering.

It was a heart...

The Pauper stared into the distance. shell-shocked to react.

That's when he saw her, at a distance, flying away. She hadn't even cared to look at him. She didn't even wait to mock at him or spit in his face.

Eventually, a tear trickled down his left eye. And then the right one. And then they came pouring down. And finally he wailed out into the lonely night.

He wailed till the sun rose in the horizon.

And then, when he was done, the pauper resigned to his fate.

He should've known that LOVE was FORBIDDEN for unfortunate ones like himself.

He tore out another patch from the little clothing that he had, and used it to sew the heart back into one piece. And then he put it back where he knew it belonged.

And he hoped it would beat again.


Now playing : Bombay Vikings - Kahan Ho Tum

Kahaan Ho Tum? Mujhe Batao,
Zara Kareeb Se Pukaaro,
Kahaan Kahaan Dhundoo Tumko?
Main Awaara Dar-Badar,
Nazar Na Aaye Tum Magar,
Chup Gaye Ho Tum Kahaan, Ho Tum Kidhar?

Ab Toh Dil Hai Darta Sehraa, Dariya Aakhon Ki Namee,
Yaadon Ka Laga Hai Pehraa Har Kahin,
Jaana, Tumse Tha Jo Raushan Mera Pyar Pe Yakeen,
Goom Hai Kahaan? Kal Tak Toh Tha Yaheen?
Oh Humnasheen...

Tumhi Ne Toh Kahaa Tha Mujhse,
"Subah Nayee Toh Aayegi",
Isi Ummeed Ke Sahaare,
Kar Raha Hu Rehguzar,
Kaho Kahaan Ho, Humsafar?
Chup Gaye Ho Tum Kahaan, Ho Tum Kidhar?

Ab Toh Dil Hai Darta Sehraa, Dariya Aakhon Ki Namee,
Yaadon Ka Laga Hai Pehraa Har Kahin,
Jaana, Tumse Tha Jo Raushan Mera Pyar Pe Yakeen,
Goom Hai Kahaan? Kal Tak Toh Tha Yaheen?
Oh Humnasheen...

Mujhe Aawaaz Do,
Mere Khwaabon Ke Sahaaron,
Phir Se Aawaaz Do,
Kahaan Ho Tum, Pukaaro...
Oh...
Mere Khwaabon Ke Sahaaron...
Oh...
Mujhe Tum Pukaaro

Tumse Tha Jo Raushan Mera Pyar Pe Yakeen,
Goom Hai Kahaan? Kal Tak Toh Tha Yaheen..

Ab Toh Dil Hai Darta Sehraa, Dariya Aakhon Ki Namee,
Yaadon Ka Laga Hai Pehraa Har Kahin,
Jaana, Tumse Tha Jo Raushan Mera Pyar Pe Yakeen,
Goom Hai Kahaan? Kal Tak Toh Tha Yaheen?
HUMNASHEEN.....

RESOLUTIONS OF THE FAMOUS


The New Year Has come. Most people (except for losers like me...LOSERS RULE!!!) prefer bringing in the New Year partying the night away with friends, or random strangers even. Some like to cuddle with their sweethearts. Owners of lonely hearts might want to gaze up at the stars and the moon in the sky. Busy ones would prefer enjoying their once-a-year peaceful 8-hours plus of uninterrupted sleep (provided the folks in the neighborhood aren't too obsessed about fireworks). But almost everyone has 'New Year' resolutions. Of course, not many would like to admit it, for feared of being labelled as wusses who need to plan everything in life.

I'd made a few resolutions the last time around. Current status, you ask? Screwed up almost all of em. Didn't lose weight, am still an emotional fool, and I still can't dance or play the guitar. But I did manage to better my blogging average, to a little more than 2 posts a month, in spite of the gruelling course. Its simple..the more pissed or upset you are, the more you blog. Do I see heads nodding in approval already?

Up until the last year, I always had something to post about my New-Year Resolutions. This time around though, I think I'll keep em to myself. But here's a list of Resolutions of some famous personalities. These are just rumours, so keep em to yourselves, and if you can't, then keep the author's name to yourselves...

Here goes:

1. Himesh Reshammiya - I will restrict my acting skills only to stage shows and reality shows.

2. L.K.Advani - I will prove it to them that I still have a few years to go before retirement. Abhi toh main jawaan hoon...

3. Raj Thakeray - I will keep track of all Migrants to give them Grand Welcomes. Also, I will keep track of all late-night western-themed parties for the same reason.

4. Uddhav Thakeray - I will strive to gain access to all that info before Raj does.

5. Suresh Kalmadi - I will make the Common Wealth Games in Delhi a reality...in 2010. Oops...it's already here?? OMG!

6. Robin Uthappa and Dinesh Karthik - We will feature in more games than sub-standard ads.

7. Tiger Woods - I will concentrate strictly on golf holes, and keep my balls on the right courses.

8. Shiney Ahuja - I will convince my on-screen heroines than I'm not as bad in REEL life.

9. Tanaaz and Bakhtiyar Irani, Delnaz Irani, Rakhi Sawant, Bobby Darling, etc etc - We will not do any more reality shows (Now this one's definitely just a rumour)

10. All Miss-India's - We will not enter Bollywood, ever! (And so is this one!)

11. Uday Chopra - I Will stop acting in movies

12. Audiences - We will make sure he keeps his word

13. TV Producers - We will completely stop making saas-bahu serials...Laughter shows are the in-thing as far as torture goes today.

14. Elesh (of Rakhi Sawant ka swayamwar fame) - I will pray to 'Jee-juss' that I get married this year

15. Indian Politicians - We will wash our feet before putting them in our own mouths the next time.

16. Aamir Khan - I've had enough of roles as 21-year olds. I will play a 22-year old henceforth.

17. Doomsayers - We will let the world know that the end comes in 2012.

18. God - (without even looking, in true babu-style) - 2012?? Huh..baad mein aana...
HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!
Cheers
CRD

THE ANGEL AND THE PAUPER


The Angel glided across the skies. O'er meadows she flew, through puffy clouds she passed. She flew with her angel friends. With grace she flew. With poise she flew. She flew without a care or worry. The pauper down below watched her sail through the clouds in awe.

The pauper...

The pauper was miserable. In shambles he was. His clothes were were torn and tattered. They had patches sewn all over. He was shabby and dirty. His hands and legs bore bruises from an incident that happened long ago. The hair on his head was sparse, his beard unkempt and untidy. He was unhappy with what others called "life". He was unhappy.

But whenever he saw the Angel, a smile shone bright on his broken face. He'd watch her for hours. Sometimes he'd watch her from the corner of his eye, lest he scare her. But he could never take his eyes off her. He admired her, nay..he adored her. He Loved her. He forgot all his worries when he saw the Angel...HIS Angel.

One day he thought of speaking to HIS Angel. He mustered enough courage and called out to her.

"Yes", she asked him curiously.

"Well", said the pauper with lips that trembled nervously, "I really adore the way you fly in the sky so high...you make the sky seem even more beautiful than it actually is. You make the whole world seem A WONDERFUL PLACE, when in reality, it isn't exactly all that great. Not for me atleast."

The Angel smiled gently.

The pauper continued, "I want something from you"

"Erm...what's that?", she asked, a little perplexed.

"You won't get angry, will you?". The pauper fumbled.

"Well...no...I won't...now tell me", she was worried now.

"That glittering gem that you've hidden under your sleeve...can you give it to me? Please?"

The Angel let out a gentle laugh. She felt a little awkward, but she gawked at the innocence of the miserable pauper. "I'm so sorry, I can't...it's...it's my heart...I need it to survive." She smiled gently again, sorry that she couldn't help.

"Ohh...is there any way I could get it? Any way at all?"

"Well, its got to be earned. Maybe if you were an Angel yourself, and if I knew you well enough and trusted you enough to spend eternity with you..."

"Aww...I am but an ordinary mortal...I'm no angel...what do I do now?"

The Angel paused to think. She'd realised by now that the pauper genuinely meant what he'd said...

"I really don't know what to say. I think I'll need some time to think about your request. Could you wait?", she asked of him sheepishly.

"Of course, of course I can wait!", he said, happy that he'd finally told her, and relieved that she wasn't upset.

"Well then, see you around", she smiled.

"Yeah, see you", he managed to murmur, all the while looking into her eyes, without batting an eyelid.

She soared back up into the skies, surprised at what had happened just moments ago. She wondered why she had even promised to think about it. Could she ever give her heart to a mere mortal...

Her heart? Could she? Wasn't it too precious to give away? Giving it away, wouldn't it mean giving your life away?

She reached below her sleeve to check on her heart.

She felt her heart beat.

But she also felt something else.

She felt around for it, and found something else pounding within her.

She pulled it out.

It was torn and tattered, and had a patch sewn over it to keep it together.

It was a heart...

She smiled. Because she now knew whom it belonged to...

Down below, the pauper waited eagerly for an Angel.

HIS Angel...

WISH YOU KNEW...


A Slight Little Trembling Bend Of My Lips
Won't Be The Only Way To Smile At You Then

A Stolen Glance From The Corner Of My Eye
Won't Be The Only Way To Look At You Then

A Shed Of A Teardrop And Lips On A Photograph
Won't Be The Only Way To Kiss You Then

WISH I'D TOLD YOU ALREADY...


.......But Then, I Really Wonder,
If You'd Ever Even Laugh At Me Then....

FARMING UNCONTROLLED


Namaskaram Readers. I'm back after a longggg exam-ridden hiatus. A little more about the exams maybe later. But I have to tell you, there's something that kept me going through those stressful study material-filled days, and page and printout infested nights...if you're on Facebook, you're most probably already hooked onto it. If you're not on Facebook, say hello to FarmVille.
Well, I'm not gonna spend too much time explaining the game to those who don't know what FarmVille is. Basically, it's a game in which you grow crops and trees, rear animals, etc. In the process, you get lotsa cash, get to decorate your farm, and get to expand your farm. You gain experience, and you reach various levels, which determines which crops you get to grow, and what you're allowed to buy.
I'm kinda addicted to the game now, and so are a few of my MBA classmates. I know I;m addicted. If you're not sure you're addicted, here's presenting a few pointers..


You're a Farmville Addict if...
  1. Your Finance professor is talking "Portfolio" and you're already thinking "43 Trees, 21 chicken, 7 goats...."
  2. Another professor talks 'expansion' and you're already dreaming of a bigger farm
  3. You look at everyone who's on Facebook as a potential "neighbour", and you don't mind inviting even people you don't like that much
  4. You've decided that you're going to adopt a child. And you've even decided the name - it's gonna be either "Pink Cow" or "Brown Cow"
  5. Your dream home looks like a brown cottage or a manor. If you're not aiming too high, it might look like a barn or even a chicken coop.
  6. Your resume reads like this - Name: CRD, XP: 31124, Level: 27, Achievements: Farm Size 22 x 22, 2 Grain Silos, 3 Tombstones, Tractor-Seeder-Harvester Trio, etc...
  7. Your idea of gifts to friends is an "animal topiary", or "hay bales"...
  8. You plan on gifting your sweetheart a naughty birthday gift...naw, not lingerie...a banana tree
  9. You have dreams of smoothly cruising on a wipe open road, with the wind blowing through your hair.........................on your pink tractor
  10. Your idea of getting back at people who've dissed you is deciding not to fertilize their farm

Cheers

CRD