tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57945140780082773052024-02-08T18:30:12.137+05:30Just a little thoughtRohithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04565241743193054324noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794514078008277305.post-60837852368930222342009-10-02T23:13:00.000+05:302009-10-02T23:13:34.507+05:30stil u say u will be back and i keep waiting. sounds well dressed?"Honey what happened to you?"<br />
"Man u changed so much?"<br />
"Where is my Kiddo gone?"<br />
"Man I dont know you. So sound so matured!!"<br />
"Rohit get out of there, hear yourself talk, janu You changed.. Please dont na. You need to get out of there!!!"<br />
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"Sweety its just time, am the same.. See m still you little kiddo you feel in love with, yes a little more polished. ( I know mamta reading this must be thinkin.. ya definately with shoe polish.. Dear i know u well and now stop laughing and read, yes moti u can kill me later & stopping talking again- for a few minutes)<br />
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For those who dont know Mamta- the idiot is my sister.. who is fifteen minutes younger than me and still never call me Bhaiya but abuses me like she must be doing rite now..;)<br />
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Anyways back to the real topic. the line u read above are actually words out of Nidhi's mouth whenever we speak.<br />
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Yes i was like a kid in front of her, always trying to impress her, it took me 9 months to finally succeed and i did good. see i am still holding on to her. its been seven years now. With time we got used to each other, understood each other. Time even got us matured. At times i think i was such a kid before.. we do grow fast rite. but even thru all this i still managed to remain the same stupid helplessly in love with her and m still am.<br />
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Ya i know i am not the same old kiddo you want me to be rite, but everyone has to grow up so did this kid. but i didnt want to. Time made me. and i know time will again make me the same old kid i was than but with a difference.. i wont let u do the thinkin when we going out.. ( need to take the flaws out when we reboot rite).<br />
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grrrr.. black out forgot what to wirte next. anyways...Rohithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04565241743193054324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794514078008277305.post-2611468874413180842009-10-01T22:06:00.000+05:302009-10-01T22:06:43.784+05:30Breaking the SilenceHey folks ,<br />
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I think its been ages since i last wrote something.. must be years.. yes all my other post were ages old. just wanted to share them with people and get their views.<br />
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anyways, yesterday is history so don't bother, future is yet to come, just grip your racket right so you can dirvert them quietly back to where it came and today is becoming history as we speak. so who care.. Live lite. Man i can be a little physiological. didnt know i had it in me.<br />
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Lets see what i have been doing in the past few months... mmmmmmm<br />
i remember working, and ya working some more... damm nidhi is right. I did become a workaholic. Yes i managed to become something in a very short span of my work life.. hey very few people can achieve early success like this... hehe<br />
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But seriously i really need to get the fun back in my life.. See Rohit a few year back was carefree. lived one day at a time, enjoyed as it it was the last to live for. slept satisfied that i had enough fun for the day. but Rohit now lives by the clock.. enjoys every second he saves from doing his work early and using it to find new work. and the end sees a movie and goes to bed satisfied thinking he worked hard enough and gave his 100%.<br />
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Now thats a change we dont see over night in a person, but i have proof it did happen over night for me. dont believe ask her.. she keeps reminding me of the old days and when i remember them, i realise i am not the same Rohit. He must have been by other life.. You know re birth and all.<br />
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So, what is that i actually thought of writing today.. looks like i forgot, its new... when i sit to write i just the finger have a mind of their own.. it release the inside emotions. not good to keep it within right. not good for help.. but we got to keep in, not good for others.. hehe<br />
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damm enough of this $#!^, i need a topic to write something new. you know turn the emotions into something more friction when it comes out so it looks well dressed and gentlemen like.. you get the picture. let see if you can give me a head start..<br />
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ciao<br />
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I know my spelling are bad...Rohithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04565241743193054324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794514078008277305.post-70478688578175255172009-04-06T22:42:00.004+05:302009-04-06T22:57:43.699+05:30Finally I did meet HerI needed to break from Home, Needed to go and meet her. It had been long long enough for me lose count of the days since i looked into her eyes. I wanted to do that again . Wanted to take her out, treat her special, see her Smile, Spent time with her. But unfortunately it was not possible for to do so.<br /><br />Couldn't find time out of work, Had a lot happening. The entire Business Strategy was being changed, so had to do be there, to understand it, Learn it, Make it work. But how could I, my mind was else where. It was always switching to one channel, DREAMING ABOUT HER, but I had no escape from work.<br /><br />Finally one fine morning my mom came to my rescue. She told Dad, " He needs to go and meet her, when are you sending him." He simply obliged and put me on the next train to see her.<br /><br />She had no idea i was coming, I hadn't talked top her for a week I guess. Told you the work kept me to buzy. Didn't have enough time for anything.<br /><br />Than I reached my long awaited destination, and surprised her at her door steps. Would have dropped dead there in front of her, It was a dream come true. I finally met her after two and half months, Damm I missed those pretty eyes.<br /><br />A tight warm hug (another thing I miss a Lot), and we began our day. Movie, Shopping (I hate to shop but I know she is crazy.. Want to cool her anger or make a smile come on her face - take her shopping .. It does the trick). and a little mischief. Could not tell when the day go over and I had to return back home.<br /><br />Well ..... what an we say, We must not have all the fun at once .. we should leave some for the future,<br /><br />So waiting now for the next meeting.... Till then, Dream Dream Dream about this meet and the next to come.....Rohithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04565241743193054324noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794514078008277305.post-46675455020994863522008-11-15T23:52:00.003+05:302008-11-15T23:52:35.815+05:30Ever SinceEvery Since I Had Seen You,<br />Seen You, Dancing There,<br />I Was Sure Of One Thing<br />That I Wanted You.<br /><br />That I Want You<br />Not To Bed<br />But It Love<br />And Make You Mine For Ever.<br /><br />Something Always Told Me<br />That It Was Not Possible<br />That What I Like Most<br />To Make Impossible, Possible<br /><br />So Here I Am Today<br />Having You Next To Me<br />Getting The Love I Wanted<br />And Loving You More Than, That Day.Rohithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04565241743193054324noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794514078008277305.post-91596851541650786902008-11-15T23:40:00.000+05:302008-11-15T23:45:40.635+05:30An Old MemoryAs I wonder of the time I first saw you dancing there among your friends and how we met. The state I was in and ways I may have behaved. Most of which I don’t remember as I was not myself then. All I look back and thank him to introduce me to you and you to me. Yes, that’s how it started, our friendships.<br />The way I did struggled than to write the few words to ask you out. Luckily I had friends around to help me. Since then the memories are fresh and clear as if they just happened yesterday.<br />The letters we use to pass across the gates. The way we used to meet. Well, I only met you after a month at the play, after which the friendship day weekend we spent together. Damm “D Club” was good those days, the group really got into trouble later.<br />Luckily, for my accident I was able to call you. I still remember how he dialed that number and asked for you. I had told him not to do so, I was not feeling like talking but I landed up talking for about an hour with you. Than the carnival we met and the long walk we had taken and the unexpected visit of mine the next day.<br />Thinking of all this turns me in one of those moods that can only be described by a love poem. Cause by now I was I had fallen in love with you. I can still hear us speak on the phone even though we were neighbors.<br />The night I proposed and you turned me down, the thought still brings a tear in my eye. The way I ignored you for full two months, the way I simply had vanished. But I know now I did it for our own good. Cause it was only than you had realized how much you cared for me. I could feel it in your voice, in the hug we had went we met in House of Lords.<br />Every time I asked you if you wanted to say me something, you didn’t say it until than day when I read those words on the screen. I turned to down then to settle scores but later it happened.<br />The words we spoke over the phone still rings in my ears like music. At last when we met after a gap of two months, we met as a couple for the first time. Those few minutes we spent together, experiencing new things we won’t never to stop. Every time I close my eyes I can still feel you as I had taken a walk with you on cloud number nine.<br />Never wanting to part, wishing we had a little more time to spend together. But we had to. Ever since I left you that day, I keep counting the days before we will be together again and would feel your love one more time and feel complete again, cause without you I am not. I need you in my life because I want to be loved and because I love you very much<br /><br />PS: I actually had written this on June 24, 2003, when I was studying in Kathmandu, Nepal. She met me first on July 29, 2002. After which we meet only a couple of time before I proposed her, eventually she turned me down first. Then we met for a couple of minutes after two months, and on June, 2003. It was kind of weird that we never spend much time together except for the three years. But each moment with her was a memory to treasure.Rohithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04565241743193054324noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794514078008277305.post-54101684700117063592008-10-06T10:26:00.002+05:302008-10-06T10:37:06.661+05:30The Festive FeverThis is the month of Festivals here at home. The entire country seems to be <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">busy</span> with this \. You know how it is like being in a home where you preparing for a marriage, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Christmas</span>, or <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Eid</span> or <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">in fact</span> any festival. Now imagine the entire country doing the same.<br />Everyone has the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">festi</span> fever here but not me. I just cannot get the mood to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">feel</span> the reason to holiday around. Me staying in a small town, got enough relatives to be with but when it comes to socializing i have no one here to do so. Its feels like a life time i sat with a friend over a drink and shared a joke or two.<br />I look at myself a a little more than a year back. i was <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">busy</span> with work and also was partying hard. Now all i do is work and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">physo</span>.<br />Waiting for the single chance to get out of this place so i can have a more balanced life. bu that <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">opportunity</span> will not come in the near future. Nor can i make an <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">opportunity</span> as have a treatment going on and my family will not loose me out of my site. So i sit here doing nothing but working as they wish me to just <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">looking</span> at the time to leave this place.<br />Is this why i am not having the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">festi</span> fever? <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Don't</span> know but i hope it catches me soon...Rohithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04565241743193054324noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794514078008277305.post-90655643538943815032008-09-12T13:10:00.002+05:302008-09-12T13:21:04.153+05:30A Few Quotes that has always touched me!<span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>A Few Quotes that has always touched me!</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>“Truly loving another means letting go of all expectation. It means full acceptance, even celebration of parenthood.”</em> – Karen Casey</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>“Some People come into our lives and quickly go. Some stay for a while and leave footprints on our heart. And we are never ever the same.”</em> – Anonymous</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>“If you judge a person, you have no time to love the person.” </em>– Mother Teresa</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>“First say yourself what you will be and then do what you have to do.”</em> – Epictetus</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>“When it comes down to it, we all Just want to be loved.”</em> – Jamie Yellin, age 14<br /> </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Lets add more to this List</span>Rohithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04565241743193054324noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794514078008277305.post-85410363302102560442008-09-08T21:05:00.002+05:302008-09-08T21:27:10.594+05:30Today after reading her blogs, One after another having me mentioning how important i am for her. I begin to ask myself, "Am I really that important to her?" I Dont know, but yes i know i do have a important place in her life.<br />From the day i met her, i wanted her to be my friend, but i never believed that a day would come where with out her my day seems dull. Not talking to her for a day or two make me feel uneasy. What i want to say may not be poetic or even have correct grammer or be spelled right but yes one think here is true, how important is she for me. I have broken rules to meet her, have walked out of my comfort zone to make sure she is happy, Controlled my emotions so i could she her smile. I dont mean to praise or count what i have done for her. All i am trying to say is that i can go to ends for her.<br />Today after reading her poem, she wrote for me on her blog ( She is really mad at me for not reading it eailer), i couldnt but just needed to say what i miss most today. Is being with her? Its not that we have parted but destiny has made us do so. But we know its only a matter of time. That what i am hanging on to, thats what i keep saying her.<br />I remember the time when we used to walk the town together, go to movies, have dinner, club around, go on lat night drives to places with frenz and party more. It was a perfect life, with her next to me. Today she is not next to me physically, we no longer party, club, go to movies or long late nite drives but yes we still are by each other support each other to get better fast, so we can again do all those things again.<br />honey the time for us to be together will come soon and this time we will be together for life.<br />I love you.Rohithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04565241743193054324noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794514078008277305.post-15104070999328369472008-08-30T23:14:00.001+05:302008-08-30T23:14:58.102+05:30Who is SheWho is she? How did I meet her? Why did I meet her? I don’t know. Only thing I know is that she brought a new meaning in my life. She taught Rohit Dhanawat, a man who never believed in love, to love. I say I don’t believe in love cause ….. Damm I can’t even think of why I didn’t believe in love. Today she lives in my heart and even if she wants I can’t let her go. How can I she is my soul. She is the reason that I want to wake up in the morning after morning.<br />You will ask how come you don’t know anything about her if she has such an important place in your life. Well I know her. I know her name, I know where I met her for the first time, I remember the moment when I proposed to her, I remember the minutes we spend together and the minutes that weren’t passing before the hour I was suppose to meet her.<br />That beautiful girl dancing the crowd, something distinguishing her from everyone else on 29th June,2002; Was it her innocent sweet smile or was it the way she was carrying herself; I do not know. But this I know for sure that something pulled me in my drunken state towards her. Made me spend time with her and the moment I could not stop talking about this at the top of my voice when I reached hostel. Gosh! I can’t believe that I could do such a thing.<br />Wait not only this, the few more meets we had after that, each one being a very short but a memorable meeting. Wish those moments would have never passed. Most of which I remember the friendship day when I spend the entire day with her looking for friendship bands and the evening in D-club and the night she sleeping on my lap in the reception lobby of the hotel. Then the long walk we had on 1st November till one o’clock at night.<br />Then the proposal on 26th January that she turned down only to find me hurt and vanished for two months, but when I returned I realized that I had missed something. We soon became one.<br />Even though we were one we only met a couple of times, again each were short and memorable ones. Our first kiss, Royal resort (which I wish would never have had happen). Each one of them, still fresh as though it just happened yesterday. Then not meeting her for one year made me go mad. Hearing her cry over the phone would simply kill me from inside, making me feel useless as though I couldn’t do anything at all. In those moments all I wanted was to be with her to wipe those tears and make her feel that she is not alone and never will be.<br />Circumstances never let us meet, but when I could be lucky enough to go to UK to continue my studies, faith brought me back to Bangalore where she did wait for me even though we had broken up for a few days that seemed like months.<br />Now today, after two years and five months I’m here today with her giving her all the time I can to make up for my absence in the past.Rohithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04565241743193054324noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794514078008277305.post-78975027127171365892008-08-30T23:07:00.001+05:302008-08-30T23:07:42.055+05:30The Perfect PlanHe holds her tight, real tight, so when a third looks at her, he can tell she belongs to him, and to leave them alone.<br /><br />Tight enough to hold arrest her in his arms, yet making sure she is not hurt. He wants to make this day a special day for her, he wants to plan out every move, yet he makes sure she has her say.<br /><br />He looks at her as though saying her to relax; I have it planned, but she knows it can change at the very first say.<br /><br />He is rigid; he is tough, yet gentle and flexible. He hates to be in girlie world yet he visits one with her because he wants to see the smile, the natural one she wears when she is happy, that makes him happy.<br /><br />He cannot see her confused and insecure, yet he makes her feel so because he has a surprise waiting for her. He is tired of holding her bags while she shops yet he hangs on, because he know he cannot take her home yet, more over she loves to shop.<br /><br />If she gets tired he waits for her to refuel the energy and they start again.<br /><br />He patiently waits for the call that informs him that it’s ready. And when it comes home, he takes her home to surprise her and see those tears of joy run down her eyes, knowing he has made her day…Rohithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04565241743193054324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794514078008277305.post-10240739424775926592008-08-30T22:59:00.000+05:302008-08-30T23:01:25.280+05:30The Long RoadSitting all alone on the chair, thinking how busy we have got. Sometimes they are busy, otherwise I am. Life is moving so fast I feel the phrase "like the forest fire” appear to be slow.<br /><br />Day before I was in Nepal, today I am in Delhi, and tomorrow I have no clue where this world will take me. It’s just a long road ahead of me, with no sign board to lead the way. This road divides in every few meters as I move ahead. Leaving me confused which turn to take. I know only one out of the many is the right one, and if I miss it I cannot turn back, I need to move ahead before the Queue gets long and I get lost behind.<br /><br />I too want to lead like everyone else but which road I take?<br /><br />Leaving the question unanswered I move ahead not realizing which turn I take, still wondering what lies ahead...Rohithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04565241743193054324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794514078008277305.post-44442709809588164352008-08-11T17:29:00.000+05:302008-08-11T17:30:47.749+05:30A Epic Yet To Written<div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;"><blockquote><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">If I could talk or write like a sage<br />who wrote great epics and even greater tales that we still like to read or talk<br />about, I would have written about his 6 year relation with this girl I know.<br />Born in a small town in Nepal, she grew up to a good girl. An innocent girl<br />who likes most girls came to a big city in search for education. But she found<br />more than that. She found me, rather I found her.<br />It was like the old<br />classics, where the drunken sailor sees his love of his life dancing on the<br />floor. Of course any drunken guy would have thought that about a girl, but this<br />was different. This Sailor walked towards her, danced with her, talked about her<br />for days after that moment.<br />Then he met her again. And again till he was<br />sure she was born to be with him, unfortunately for him she did not think the<br />same. That really broke him up when he learnt about it.<br />But that’s the past,<br />and now they both have a mutual feeling living for each other may be not as<br />close as before they were, only in geographical distance but mentally they still<br />are.<br />For the period between the past and the present they had a perfectly<br />normal life, not a fairy tale life but a real one where they faced both good and<br />bad times. And the faced it together like real people making them come closer to<br />each other, understanding every breath the other takes.<br />They look like one<br />of those immortal love stories only that this one is real. If you don't believe<br />ask their friends who actually know them.<br /> </span></em></div></blockquote></span></em></div>Rohithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04565241743193054324noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794514078008277305.post-35262613519452887352008-08-11T17:19:00.003+05:302008-08-11T17:29:23.524+05:30Su Doku<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em><blockquote><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>I feel Life is like a Game of<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Su</span>-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Doku</span>. It has its Limitations - ( Remember the saying- Sky is the Limit), but<br />yet we cannot copy someone else. Others don't like it, let we got to live up to<br />those rules set by the game, Having the exact same elements in each box, only<br />freedom we left with is the way we place those elements but again we must make<br />sure its not like someone <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">else's</span> combination. If it is you are a Fraud and if it<br />is not, you are not good enough.<br />People have this tendency to compare two<br />elements of life. May it be another person, food, happiness, sadness, health,<br />and the list goes on. I wonder why we do that. Are we not <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">confident</span> about<br />ourselves or is it the feeling "IF HE CAN DO IT WHY CAN'T YOU". Kind off weird,<br />they are more concerned why he did it before you could.</em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>Why can not Life be a lived<br />just like the Game of "Life". All we have to do is share more and keep<br />smiling always. Just like the game, were we only bother<br />about winning without even bothering about what the other person is<br />doing.</em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>Thinking about it, I feel the<br />world may be a lot better place to live in. All it may take is doing a little<br />less of a evil and doing more of good. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">That's</span> a good<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">bargain</span>.</em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>What Say?</em></span></div></blockquote></em></span></div>Rohithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04565241743193054324noreply@blogger.com0