An event so important and tea falls on your shirt.

The important event which was long awaited is here. And after what happened in the first half, the event just grew in importance and so have you.
What happened actually: There was this interactive talk session at the American Center on Friday, 15 July. In the first half, I have been quite active for the interactions and voiced myself with freedom. After 2 hours of discussion on how Social Media has influenced nations across the world, a tea break stepped in. Biscuits, bread and tea. I never liked the tea. I like sugar in anything I drink. The vapors went up, and the sips went in. I was peacefully having it.
Dis- Balance: Paper cups twist and fold. The index finger and the thumb, with some assistance of the middle finger were holding to this paper cup. I exactly don’t know what stimulated this accident, but something happened when my little finger came in contact with the cup, it twisted towards me, and “tea-fall”. A tea fall, and it was all yellow. Rather ocher yellow.
Victims: A red folder, my notes copy, friend’s diary, my pant, tie, and shirt. The shirt was appearing to be a perfect example of shirt paintings. The tie showed some black meandering designs on the grey background. The same happened with the pant (Good, that nobody misunderstood it).
Logical approach to the situation: The situation cannot be worse than this. Generally, these drinks-falling-on-shirts occasions do take place in weddings but there you have somebody to blame. There you have somebody, who you can curse when the stain doesn’t go, somebody who you can shower your wisdom on, to walk properly, when the stain eventually goes.
But, here I did a suicidal.
Tackle-ism:  Post 3 minutes, after all the “shit yaar” type of phrases are done: Stick to the basic. Get up. Enter the toilet. Water, tissue paper, napkin… try everything. Tea stains are really “ziddi!” After 5-6 minutes, though all of the stain has not gone, you feel you should leave. Otherwise the person you asked the directions of loo will suffer illusions. Ok, so… last look on how you are looking. Certainly the appearance has gone down.
The next happening: You seat yourself again, regretting that you continued drinking that tea that you never liked.  I learn today, “If you don’t like your tea, send it back… or else it will give you reasons to unlike it further” 

Poems for my Amigos.

Javed Akhtar’s poems in Zindagi na Milegi Dobara.

Pighlay neelam sa behta hua yeh samaan
Neeli neeli si khamoshiyaan
Na kahin hai zameen
Na kahin aasmaan
Sarsaraati huyi tehniyaan, pattiyaan
Keh rahi hain ki bas ek tum ho yahaan
Sirf main hoon meri saansein hain aur meri dhadkanein
Aisi gehraiyaan
Aisi tanhaiyaan
Aur main sirf main
Apne honay pe mujhko yaqeen aa gaya

Ik baat honton tak hai jo aayi nahin
Bas ankhon say hai jhaankti
Tumse kabhi, mujhse kabhi
Kuch lafz hain woh maangti
Jinko pehanke honton tak aa jaaye woh
Aawaaz ki baahon mein baahein daalke ithlaye woh
Lekin jo yeh ik baat hai
Ahsas hi ahsas hai
Khushboo si hai jaise hawa mein tairti
Khushboo jo be-aawaaz hai
Jiska pata tumko bhi hai
Jiski khabar mujhko bhi hai
Duniya se bhi chupta nahin
Yeh jaane kaisa raaz hai

Jab jab dard ka baadal chaya
Jab ghum ka saya lehraya
Jab aansoo palkon tak aya
Jab yeh tanha dil ghabraya
Humne dil ko yeh samjhaya
Dil aakhir tu kyun rota hai
Duniya mein yunhi hota hai
Yeh jo gehre sannate hain
Waqt ne sabko hi baante hain
Thoda ghum hai sabka qissa
Thodi dhoop hai sabka hissa
Aankh teri bekaar hi nam hai
Har pal ek naya mausam hai
Kyun tu aise pal khota hai
Dil aakhir tu kyun rota hai

Dilon mein tum apni
Betaabiyan leke chal rahe ho
Toh zinda ho tum

Nazar mein khwabon ki
Bijliyan leke chal rahe ho
Toh zinda ho tum

Hawa ke jhokon ke jaise
Aazad rehno sikho
Tum ek dariya ke jaise
Lehron mein behna sikho
Hal ek lamhe se tum milo
Khole apni bhaayein
Har ek pal ek naya samha
Dekhen yeh nigahaein

Jo apni aankhon mein
Hairaniyan leke chal rahe ho
Toh zinda ho tum

Dilon mein tum apni
Betaabiyan leke chal rahe ho
Toh zinda ho tum

Words break no bones, but they do break hearts.

It is often so, that we opt not to choose violence, to choose words, to make full use of the Fundamental Right which states, “Freedom of Speech and Expression”
And believe me, the weapon you choose, the weapon – Words, does the job better than violence.
It’s true they don’t break bones, but the stain is deep. From a single scratch to the shattering of the heart in pieces… it depends on how fierce the words are.
It was only one month ago, when my friend said, or rather shouted at me, “Get lost” after an angry note. I was left heart broken. Just that he called me up after 1 hour to save my arteries and valves at the last moment. When a 20-year old person, shouts at his mother that he does not need her any longer, she is left heartbroken… that miniature God, mother, is left heartbroken. And its only words with which you hurt your parents, its only words with which a few of them, escort their parents to the old-age home, sad. When your boss, your cruel boss terms you as useless, you are heartbroken. But this human organ is tough. It bandages itself, heals itself, and springs up with a new hope which makes you stand again. It makes that employee stand who goes there again, and says “Keep your cruelty to yourself, I resign”… Even the boss’s heart is left shattered.
I never knew before this speech contest that words may hurt a person so much. But, here comes the reckoning. Our heart is not a flower pot, which if kicked gets rolling down and breaks. As I said, it is tough… made to bear the hardships of life. Neither words are horses, which always need to out of their stables. I would like to conclude here, with reference to Boyzone that if Words can take hearts away, it may even break some. As you never dare to break your girl-friend’s heart, try not to break some others.