The feeling of self-worthlessness was immense today. Unwanted. Unloved. It all came down crashing hard on me. Nearly broke down in the middle of the street. But I mask my emotions well when I have to.
Ali had to cut short his visit again. And just like last time, I got into an argument with him; difference is he is wrong this time. He is just so wrong, it's hard to believe. Hope he realizes it soon. It's been very lonely here since last month, and his absence has made it worse.
Too much negativity today. Not Good! We shall listen to something wonderful.
Across the shining sea,
A ship disappears in the sunlight
Its horn trails a note of farewell
If I walk down that gentle slope
Will I feel a breeze the color of summer?
My love is a melody
I sing it high and low
My love is a seagull
That soars and swoops
If I call out to you at twilight
Will I see you there my sweet?
Swaying branches along the path
Leave farewell shadows on the ground
A weather vane rooster, an old chapel
Will I see a city
Steeped in summer hues?
Yesterday's love is my tears
They dry and vanish with time
Tomorrow's love is a refrain
Words without end
If we meet at twilight
Will you hold me in your arms?
So Ali is gone. Ten weeks flew by in a breeze. He told my friends I have gotten quieter, that I wasn't much of a talker before as well but, he said, I speak even less now. It is true. Listening is more appropriate for me.
My housemates talk a lot. I wish they didn't. I also wish they were good at sports. Played tennis with them yesterday. They suck. Not that I am good at it, not even close. But at least I can carry a rally, do a proper Serve. Tennis was fun with Ali. Maybe one of the very few things I enjoyed during his stay. (He had nothing to do with me not being able to enjoy other stuff)
We traveled a lot in last two, two and a half months. Always going new places on the weekends. It was exhausting. I got into a serious discussion with him in his last days here. I said things I shouldn't have. Or maybe should have chosen better words; they made it look like I was doing a comparison and passing a verdict that he is better off than I am. I didn't do any apology.
Here's a picture for you folks of the majestic Niagara Falls (click to enlarge). Looks amazing, does it not? Imagine how beautiful it would be in real. Only that it was pitch dark at night and you could barely see a thing in the wet darkness around the Falls. Of course, if you have someone with you who owns a DSLR and knows how to use it, you can see a lot of stuff even if you are in wet, pitch-black darkness of the Falls.
I watched Scent of a Woman today. Good movie. Great acting!
I miss Ali, it makes me sad. And he is not the one I miss the most though.
Nothing makes sense these days, not for long. Everything seems to be backfiring somehow. I get annoyed by people's company. I get annoyed when alone.
Ali's visit is not helping either. Wish he had come at a better time, I'd have been a much better host. I am trying, but trying is never enough, is it? He would most probably leave earlier than he had originally planned. And that means we would not be making that road trip to Vancouver we have been planning for a year. I wasn't really looking forward to it, to be honest. Not these days. And a few days ago, I wished for it to not happen, but it was just momentary thought and I reprimanded myself as soon as the thought occurred. (Funny how easily and quickly a momentary wish is granted, and what about the things we have been constantly pleading and praying and begging for?!) Ali wanted that road trip so much. He deserves it! I feel guilty.
I should try to stay away from happy people; I wouldn't want to jinx their happiness.
My housemate talks so much. It's annoying. Everything is. Per kis ko museebat hai?!
Everyone is a good actor here. We all just choose our audience on our own.
And the backstage people, very few in number, are those we share our true smiles and tears with.
'You need it so you don't forget.'
'Forget?'
'Forget that there are...places...in the world that aren't made out of stone. That...there is...something inside that they can't get to...that they can't touch. That's yours.'
'What are you talking about?'
'Hope.'
'Hope? Let me tell you something my friend. Hope is a dangerous thing. Hope can drive a man insane. It's got no use on the inside. You'd better get used to that idea.'
'Aap haar jaynge.'
'Kai baar haara. Koi naee baat kijiye.'
'Theek hai. Tou haariye, haarte hi rahiye.'
'Kuch anokha hoga jo aagay bhi haar gaya tou.'
'Anokha kya hai aapke liye? Jeetna bhi anokha nahi.'
'Jo jeetna chaha..woh tou na jeeta na ji.'
'Har baat main afsurda baatain ghusaana zaroori hai?' *pinches on the wrist*
'Lo... main tou pichle map ki baat ker raha tha.'
'Oh..then I take the pinch back.'
'Koi masla nahi. Sab kuch tou wapis hi le liya jata hai wese bhi mujh se.'
Kuj shoq si yaar faqeeri da Kuj ishq ne dar dar rol dita Kuj saajan kasar na chori si Kuj zehr raqeeba'n ghol dita Kuj hijr faraaq da rang charheya Kuj dard mahi anmool dita Kuj sarr gayi qismat badqismat di Kuj pyaar vich judaayi rol dita Kuj onj vi raahva'n okhiyaa'n san Kuj gal vich ghamaa'n da toq vi si Kuj shehr de log vi zaalam san Kuj saano'n maran da shoq vi si
I am someone who sees 3, 4 dreams ALMOST every night. I have been attacked by lions, by ghosts, by creatures I don't know names/categories of. I have been chased by a whole town sometimes. I have had realistic dreams. I have had dreams that realized later on in life. I have had dreams that even fiction movies cannot come close to. I have had all kinds of dreams. Never did I harm any one unless I was being attacked in a dream, not till last night. Last night, I broke one leg of a human baby who seemed hardly one year old. His pain, his tears...crying...his helplessness.. I cannot take my mind off these.
Andheroun ko yeh batla do Keh Sooraj se na takraaien Kabhi gar abar ke peechay.. Yeh Sooraj chup bhi jaaye tou Woh kirnain chor jata hai jo iska kaam kerti hain Yehi Sooraj Hisaar e shab se pehley sab faraaiz roshni ke Chaandni ko sonp deta hai Sitaaroun ko kabhi woh roshni ki bheek deta hai Guloun ko zindagi ki bheek deta hai Andheroun ko magar yeh bhi bata dena Keh iska saamna woh chaah ker bhi ker nahi saktay Woh chup ker waar kertey hain Magar Sooraj ki kirnoun se kabhi bhi bach na paaein ge Woh phir se haar jaein ge
Sughra ne aansu'oun ke kitney diay jalaaye
Pardes jaaney waaley phir lout ker na aaye
Chehray pe ungliyoun ke ab tak nishaa'n hain baaqi
Zindaan main Sakina roti hai moun chupaaye Shayed Mubahala ki phir aa pari zaroorat Zehra ki betiyoun ko Shabeer saath laaye
Khaimey jalaanay waalay hain jaa'nashee'n unhi ke
Bint e Nabi(saww) ke dar per jo aag le ke aaye
It was painfully cold today. As usual, I got out of bed about 40 minutes after the alarm went off. And when I came in my room after taking a shower, I had only 5 minutes to catch the bus. I had to remove the towel AND THEN put on clothes for office. So, you see, waqt kam tha aur muqaabla sakht! And oh hoo...I also had to comb my luscious hair. Anyway, after getting ready, I ran to the bus stop, and bus was surprisingly on time.
It takes about 15 minutes to get to my office; roughly 10 minutes bus ride, and then 5 minutes walk. When I was walking to the office, I soon realized it wouldn't be just a usual walk. Within a minute, I couldn't feel my ears and nose. Another minute later, my ears were hurting so bad because of cold, that I had to cover them with my hands. Thank God I had gloves, otherwise my hands would have frozen covering for my ears. And when I reached office, and ran fingers through my hair, my fingers got covered in ice; remember I took a shower about 20 minutes ago? So my hair was still damp and the wetness turned into very fine ice because of the cold. Lag raha tha Baraf ke Gollay wali baraf ho ungliyoo'n pe! And then I so wished I could have a Baraf ka Golla right there. It's been eons since I had one!
There were so many things in my to-do list when I went back home, but I couldn't do most of them. I couldn't go to Pizza Hut, McDonald's, KFC (It's been more than THREE WHOLE YEARS since I went to any of them). I had to eat Meetha Anda, I didn't. I had to eat Cheeni wala Paratha, I didn't. I had to have Meetha pan, Karri, Namak Paaray, Paaparh... I didn't. Yaad hi nahi raha! Dhaiyaan hi seedha nahi tha mera! =p
And I know I won't be able to have these things even next time I go home.
I read a wonderful quote today: Own your feelings, do not let them own you!
I need this. I hope I can really apply this one.
It's days like these that make you re-realize that things don't matter at all, people do.
Boring. Depressing. Disturbing. Disturbingly slow and quiet. But these days are important.