Next day:
Armaan remained silent whole of the day as she waited for his messages in vain. in the evening Jehovah's Witness people came.she was becoming fast friends with these guys.but as she attempted to know their viewpoint on god, spirituality and the end of the world, all she managed to hear was how satanic the Muslim religion is and how idiotic and false the Hindu one.exchange the old superstition for a new one.the fear of the 'other' will remain intact, don't worry! she tried to argue some sense back into their idea of religion as she talked of Dan Brown's The Lost Word.. talked of 'Free Will' of the Jim Carey movie...all the while checking
for 'love' in her mobile amidst all the blabbering of hatred....
a barren evening...
8p.m......
Armaan:Paas Aane Ki
Ummed Thi Jinse
Wohi faasle
Banate Chale Gaye
Hum Toh Pas Aane
Ki Koshish Me The
Jaane Kyon Woh
Dooriyan Badhate
Chale Gaye
those long afternoons...a shy Anna in the eye of a storm that was her own feelings...those females with their petty but effective conspiracies as they tried to exclude her from their group...she observed and remained silent.she was too much of a female to fight other women over a male.she believed in fair chance. if one of them wanted Armaan let her have him, as a friend or otherwise.there would be some stooping if she took up arms against these silly yet active possessiveness. Armaan, blissfully unaware of this everyday undercurrent, spent his days laughing and making others laugh, striking friendships, telling jokes, all the while reserving an eye for Anna. Anna had no choice but to remain distant.and she saw her aloofness hurt him as she laughed at the jokes of other guys,..as she, beautifully draped in a yellow saree, talked incessantly to other male classmates..as she sat in the station, all by herself..and he called her kheppi, pagli, crack....
Armaan:Beautiful Truth
Against Gravity:
"The heart feels
light when
Someone is in it.
But it feels very
heavy when
Someone leaves it!"
she was experiencing his pain.pain given by her.more painful than feeling one's own.
Anna: Baap re baap!today
i am getting to hear
serious people only, and
serious thoughts!
Armaan:Is riste ko yuhi
banaye rakhna. dil
me yadon ka chirag
jalaye rakhna..bahot
pyara safar raha ab tak
ka, gujarish hai ye
safar age bhi
banaye rakhna.!
Armaan:Tough times Bcom
Beautiful...wen our
Beloved ones wipe
Our Tears Saying
"Hey Stupid..! I m
Here 4 u na". Even
Tears Turn To
smile..dats relatn..!!
Armaan:Bichhad gye to
milne ki aas kya
rkhna
hawa ki jhonke ka
hisab kya rkhna
Bs is khyal se
muskura diya
humne
ki apni udasi se kisi
ko udas kya rkhna
Anna:Where is that
famous light-
hearted
naughtiness yaar!
Guess some of my
seriousness rubbed
off on you. b-a-d
influence! Snap out
of it. Quick!
Armaan:I asked God," Y do v
fal in a relatnship
wd sum 1 wen v
knw dt it wil end
after sumtym?"
God tld me,"i'll ans u
bt 1st tel me y v live
ven u knw dat u hv
2 die 1 day."
Anna:Phir se god? phew!
Arre yaar, i was
bored the whole
evening by jehova's
witness people. ab
tu bhi chalu ho
gaya?
(to be contd.)
Armaan remained silent whole of the day as she waited for his messages in vain. in the evening Jehovah's Witness people came.she was becoming fast friends with these guys.but as she attempted to know their viewpoint on god, spirituality and the end of the world, all she managed to hear was how satanic the Muslim religion is and how idiotic and false the Hindu one.exchange the old superstition for a new one.the fear of the 'other' will remain intact, don't worry! she tried to argue some sense back into their idea of religion as she talked of Dan Brown's The Lost Word.. talked of 'Free Will' of the Jim Carey movie...all the while checking
for 'love' in her mobile amidst all the blabbering of hatred....
a barren evening...
8p.m......
Armaan:Paas Aane Ki
Ummed Thi Jinse
Wohi faasle
Banate Chale Gaye
Hum Toh Pas Aane
Ki Koshish Me The
Jaane Kyon Woh
Dooriyan Badhate
Chale Gaye
those long afternoons...a shy Anna in the eye of a storm that was her own feelings...those females with their petty but effective conspiracies as they tried to exclude her from their group...she observed and remained silent.she was too much of a female to fight other women over a male.she believed in fair chance. if one of them wanted Armaan let her have him, as a friend or otherwise.there would be some stooping if she took up arms against these silly yet active possessiveness. Armaan, blissfully unaware of this everyday undercurrent, spent his days laughing and making others laugh, striking friendships, telling jokes, all the while reserving an eye for Anna. Anna had no choice but to remain distant.and she saw her aloofness hurt him as she laughed at the jokes of other guys,..as she, beautifully draped in a yellow saree, talked incessantly to other male classmates..as she sat in the station, all by herself..and he called her kheppi, pagli, crack....
Armaan:Beautiful Truth
Against Gravity:
"The heart feels
light when
Someone is in it.
But it feels very
heavy when
Someone leaves it!"
she was experiencing his pain.pain given by her.more painful than feeling one's own.
Anna: Baap re baap!today
i am getting to hear
serious people only, and
serious thoughts!
Armaan:Is riste ko yuhi
banaye rakhna. dil
me yadon ka chirag
jalaye rakhna..bahot
pyara safar raha ab tak
ka, gujarish hai ye
safar age bhi
banaye rakhna.!
Armaan:Tough times Bcom
Beautiful...wen our
Beloved ones wipe
Our Tears Saying
"Hey Stupid..! I m
Here 4 u na". Even
Tears Turn To
smile..dats relatn..!!
Armaan:Bichhad gye to
milne ki aas kya
rkhna
hawa ki jhonke ka
hisab kya rkhna
Bs is khyal se
muskura diya
humne
ki apni udasi se kisi
ko udas kya rkhna
Anna:Where is that
famous light-
hearted
naughtiness yaar!
Guess some of my
seriousness rubbed
off on you. b-a-d
influence! Snap out
of it. Quick!
Armaan:I asked God," Y do v
fal in a relatnship
wd sum 1 wen v
knw dt it wil end
after sumtym?"
God tld me,"i'll ans u
bt 1st tel me y v live
ven u knw dat u hv
2 die 1 day."
Anna:Phir se god? phew!
Arre yaar, i was
bored the whole
evening by jehova's
witness people. ab
tu bhi chalu ho
gaya?
(to be contd.)
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