Far Yet So Near! Really?

“Love you Baby!” These three romantic words poured with ease out of Raghav’s mouth. The timbre had an element of resonance which portrayed the love which Raghav had for the damsel. These three meager words always created such an alluring illusion in Tanya’s mind that she used to imagine herself in Raghav’s arms that very instant. The distance of hundreds of miles was no obstacle in her flight of imagination.

Raghav meanwhile was all in deep slumber with just 5 % consciousness left in him. I can say without a doubt that Raghav is awe – inspiring artist. He had marveled the act of pouring out these three words without disclosing the sleepy state he was actually in. How he used to create that magic with that baritone is still a mystery for me?

Now a quick peek at the clock one would wonder why Raghav is dozing off daily at 6 pm. Aww, I forgot to mention that it was 6 p m, American time. In India the time would be 3. 30 am. This is the time when everyone around Raghav is deep in slumber.

This is a short glance on day to day or should I say day to night activity of a couple who are embraced in a long distance relationship spread across continents.

Sooner or later Tanya’s going to find out about this robotic manner of Raghav and then certainly the relationship would tour sour. Now if one would try to conclude as to whose malfeasance it would be then there would not be any clear answer. I mean Raghav did keep himself awake just to have a chat with his beloved. He was trying his best to keep the bond unimpaired. Tanya on the other hand was always allegiant to Raghav and called him daily so that the distance among them doesn’t let any feeling of deprive or vicissitude sink in Raghav’s mind.

So now the question may soar as to whether this long distance relationship is just a baloney or is it a remote possibility.

So what are some of the incidents which sooner or later cause a rift between two lovers and which are indubitably unintentional? Let me continue with the example of Raghav and Tanya only to validate my arguments:

• I love you more since the time I have come here: Now this is such a cliché statement. For some months this love u’s and miss u’s would sound like music to the ear but continuously ranting the above hackneyed phrase leads to indifference on the part of the partner. Now why would that be so? I would explain this answer with the next point as it is very cohesively co – related.

• The party was awesome; Prajwal could not stop admiring about my dress: Now continuing with the co – relation I was talking about, such remarks are bound to make Raghav jealous. That’s a human psyche and is inherent in every person. A homo-sapien cannot always be reasonable. The first thought that would hit him would be that on one hand she is saying that she misses me and loves me more and on the other hand she goes out with other guys ( here the emphasis would solely be on guys, gals he would completely ignore) on weekends. The mere thought that she should stay at home throughout the week, miss him and not go out anywhere is just too ridiculous. This is an unreasonable thought reason being that he is not appreciating the fact that Tanya’s being frank one here and telling him everything what is happening in her life. Infact that how the minds adversely work at that time, he starts imagining stuff which did not even take place. Here I want to bring to your notice one important fact. The dangerous thing here is that he keeps on accumulating such events in his mind and hence such an act helps in originating a volcano of suspicion and rage in him which would be very devastating when it erupts.

• We should talk at least two times a day: Now this is what Raghav and Tanya decided before she left for States. I really don’t understand whether this is a way to show how much they love each other or it is a way to screw each other’s night sleep. During the first few weeks it’s exciting and sounds so romantic to lay all night awake and talk to each other. Later on it just becomes a formality and then it leads to the emergence of the robotic and mechanical Raghav I was talking about earlier. The simple solution would be to call whenever one miss each other genuinely, why to make a time table for it. It would just weaken the bonding.

• That German gal/guy in my building is sooooooo handsome or did you find any good gal/guy for yourself: These statements may sound trivial and completely harmless but mind you these may be the iota which starts it all. I completely believe that the mind turns from reasonable to the opposite very swiftly and expeditiously without any cause. Hence these words which are just for pun and are rendered harmless by one would transform into a monster in near future. Of course Raghav would talk to other gals and Tanya would one day have a talk with that handsome German guy then the wicked imagination would start playing its atrocious game. The Satan would just drop the seeds of suspicion in the garden of that relationship. The rest would be history eventually.

• I really want you to tell me everything. I want to be part of your happiness: This has a different impact on individual sexes. Raghav would act as if he is so excited and happy when she tells him about her American adventures and reveling weekends. Raghav is benefitting from this habit of Tanya i.e disclosing everything to him. Actually as a possessive lover Raghav is more interested to know about her company rather than the parties. This way he can know everything about who all are around her (by that I mean the guys) In short Tanya herself is helping Raghav in creating the suspiocious ambience which would later lead to the downfall of such a precious relationship. On the other hand Tanya would also have an ersatz mask over her actual self. The reason being that howsoever fabulous or entertaining weekends Raghav have they would always fall short as compared to Tanya’s in America. So after some time she would get bored and hence the world of artificial cheerful disposition comes alive where both of them start acting just to keep each other animated. This howsoever would come to an end one day thus crushing the dreams of two love stuck doves.

As the author I cannot be biased so as to judge whether such a relationship would last long or just wither away soon. Personally speaking if the understanding between the two is strong then no circumstance is big enough to negatively affect this pious bond called LOVE. Hence I would pray to the Almighty that all the relationships should have an happy ending and his grace should always be with everyone who advocates love.

The Rise of “Mr Weed”

There was a time when I was proud of my english writing skill. The feeling was so prominent in me that I was over zealous and extremely pompous about my expertize.Though the neatness in the alphabets and the sentences always played hide and seek with me and were able to elude me but the content as well as the spellings were satisfactory enough to subdue my narcissistic ego.

Then arrived the era of SMSing. It was like the Katrina(cyclone) engulfing everything which came its way.Hence it gave birth to a new language. Hmmm now lets call this language by the name of Mr Weed.I have a pretty good reason for the same.

Now the addiction of the SMSing language is so intensified these days that it reminded me of the green grass. Just like weed the more you come in its grasp the more you will enjoy its presence.

The problem is that it is not only the guy/gal who employs SMSing aka Mr Weed takes pleasure in it but also the one who comes in its contact.It is so enchanting and magnetic that others cannot resist its charm and are trapped into the maze created by Mr Weed. Now frankly speaking

I did not succumb to the evil of Mr Weed initially.I was faithful to the traditional english speaking and writing pattern. I used to feel sublime amongst the lot because of my loyalty to the language and felt unique and special .

Then one day some colleagues told me that my manner of writing a SMS was very monotonous and portrayed a fairy tale narration. This made me ponder a little and I thought that there is no harm in altering my writing ways diminutively. That would make me a better writer. Since then there is no looking back.

To show the impact of Mr Weed and to prove that how now he is my best companion I am jotting down a poem in memory of Mr Weed.

How did “You” turned into ” U”, “The” into a meager “D”,

My appetite for english was of a hippo now its turned into that of a bee.



The verbs were so elegant and articulate and always ended with a “G” (dancing. sleeping)

Now these verbs are like lame ducks and the “G” we cant anymore see (dancin, sleepin)



Mr Weed is growing rapidly day by day,

Intoxicated by its presence, on a “HIGH”we all lay.



Sooner or later Mr Weed would transform itself to greater height,

Then Ill have to change its name to Mr Meth, Missy Crystal or Mr White ( modern day drugs)



While my mind is pondering over this grave matter,

My mailbox beeps depicting a mail with “FYI”(another short form of for your information) from my superior,



I really want to pluck Mr Weed and throw him down the drain,

But then everyone is loving him so why to put my efforts in vain