p2p – First Love

October 31, 2005 at 5:43 pm (Short Stories)

Payal. What can I say about her? What is there that I could describe and still capture the essence of her? She is the white flower, untouched by the frost – unbent, and coldly awaiting the first of the sun's rays to bring her to full vibrant blooming life. Rarely does she laugh, but when she does, it is the refreshing dew on the morning rose.

Slender pale beauty that she is, she carries herself like a paragon of virtue. Whenever I picture her, her head is bowed, but her back is straight. She is… messaging. She makes me sick with envy, for she has everything.

For I am not her lover, I am her rival.

And she has my loyalty before all else.

It falls upon me to write of her love to the love of my life – and I must do it. There is something that people call friendship, and they tell me we have it. This sombre tone does not suit me, but these reflections cannot be made in another. The man who said no, and rose several notches in my estimation –so much so that I would take him as he is, if he but speaks – it is to him that I must speak, beseech, beg, all on her behalf when I would do it on mine, and may whatever God looks on give me the strength to go through with it and commit to it all the resources I have available to me.

Though he said nay the last time, I know this time will be different; my plans for his ensnarement with Payal were quite comprehensive. I have enough confidence to say it will work, but oh, how I wish I would be wrong! These words are not to be spoken, and I will commit them to this slender volume and then perhaps burn them. The knowledge that my protest has been recorded somewhere soothes me, and helps me do what I must. The world is cruel that I must… in the name of friendship… give up the one man I have loved, and perhaps always will.

It is a sense of rebellion, and aye, a touch of self-pity that I will close this book and walk out of that door…

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~The other p2p stories:

p2p -Chit Chat

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Argh! Another test!

October 31, 2005 at 8:49 am (Tests)


You are a freeform writer. Individualistic with a
sense for the different and challenging, Walt
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is just what the doctor ordered. You're quick
to write something that the rest of the world
doesn't accept as poetry, quick to separate
yourself from the average joe. An author with a
true sense of self, you have confidence in your
abilities and aren't afraid to show it. :) GO
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A few changes…

October 29, 2005 at 7:03 pm (RL)

… in my blog. I got bored, which is a pretty common reaction with me. All graphics used are MINE, baby, mine. I spent a good deal of time trying to figure out how a template was coded, and the bottomline is that I managed to learn a bit of HTML.

The sidebar is huge, but it's now somewhat organised. Don't worry if you can't see the 'organisation'. It follows my logic, and well.. that doesn't really make sense to many people.

Suggestions and comments are welcome…

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Carnatic and Jazz Lovers…

October 29, 2005 at 9:43 am (...)

… gather around. I know I get over enthu about stuff, and therefore put a brake when I'm about to recommend something, and see if after week – I'm still be enthu about the thing… General rule to follow, but I was sure even when I first heard this guitarist that a week's waiting would make no difference. I waited a week. I'm still enthu. You probably don't really need me to introduce you to this guy, but I have to anyway:

Prasanna

If you haven't heard his music, you have to! All credit to Kini for introducing me to him/it!

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Ahem, can we speak in English?

October 28, 2005 at 1:30 pm (Life, the Universe and Everything, RL)

You know those clusters of friends generally hulking about aroudn corners or near staircases (why the straircases? Not like there is a lot of room there already!) – anything between three to fifteen of them – out of whom most speak one language and a minority does not? Lets just take hindi as that language for now, though I've seen doesn't happen so often with northies(North Indians) as it does with mallus(Malayalis), bongs(bengalis), and tams(Tamiliams). Why do they insist on speaking hindi, when English is available? I realise some things are best said in your mother tongue, but when there is a conversation in a group, it is most unfair to exclude the minority – and when an alternative is open, and ready for the taking! Do they not realise how uncomfortable and irrtated the few get?

Must admit, I'm guilty of this too… but I've actually seen a pair in a group of three do this – brings a whole new meaning to "two is company, three is a crowd" almost like tacking on a "… so go away". There are people who ALWAYS use thier mother tongue, at the slightest oppertunity, blithly ignoring the need to translate for those who don't understand. This total lack of consideration on their part – and I've been a party somtimes – is very irksome. It's a whole different ball game when it's just two people talking – then, yes use timbactooian if you wish…

Consider the case in the lab today. We went to the teacher to demonstrate our project, and that man, on learning I was Tamilian, switched to that language. (On the positive side, we were spared the torture of his broken english) It would not have been a problem if I weren't the only one who understood the language. ALL the suggestions, ideas and corrections were made in a stream of strongly accented palghatian dialect. Understandably, my teammates were pissed.

I'm multilingual. I call myself the jack of all languages… and master of none. Obviously, my English is reasonably fluent, and my hindi comes a distant second. Hindi mein kuch na kuch bol to detein hoon. (I manage to say something or the other in Hindi) Those are the only two I can read and write. Of course, I can write Sanskrit too (comes with the script) but what little I learnt back in school seeped out of my head – sideways. ..

But I do speak Tamil. But (here's the catch) it is Iyengar Tamil – that most of my fellow state-mates deem alien language and pull my leg for. Therefore I dont' speak it often enough – I'm constantly told that I can't even talk like a Bram properly. Not my fault Iyengars are a minority. It took me some time after I landed up in Tamil Nadu before I realised that 'You speak Bram tamil!' was NOT a compliment. But I've always been dense that way.

I can also manage Telgu and Malyalam, and understand Punjabi (duh! anyone who know hindi…) … And at the end of the day, (btw) struggle for words to clearly, concisely express what I'm thinking. So it's very rarely that I get excluded from the rgoup we were talking about earlier (ah! you thought I was rambling aimlessly, just blowign my own trumpet) … but anyone who has seen the lost looks or blank faces or staring-off-into-the-distance-with-a-grim-set-to-the-mouth has got to agree with me.

One just has to use the language that maximum number of people use – the object of it, after all, is to communicate.

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