stup!d calls.!?

She's in a meeting.
Suddenly feels the vibration.
The vibration of her phone.

Sees home flashing on the screen.
Gets up.
Comes out.
Takes the call!

her: hu..
the voice at the ear piece: [without letting her speak]hullO sistAh., yiipppeeee Federer won!
her: how many sets?
the voice at the ear piece: 3! Dunno much about the match though. Just reached and now I see the news flashing at the bottom of the news channels.


She had got the same kind of calls when Nadal was defeated by Soderling few days back and Federer beat Del Potro the day before.



While thinking about these calls, the thought bubble over the head reads: stupid calls!

But there would be days when she would really miss these very same calls. Would miss that voice excited for a substantial nothing.

when sally met dick.,

[12 noon: Sally meets up Tom to give him some notebook, in front of their university gate under the hot sun]

Sally: Hi Tom!

Tom: Hi! Meet my childhood friend Dick.
[Dick's looking at his own feet{as supposed by Sally}]
Dick: (after looking up) *smiles* just smiles(still not looking at Sally's face)
Sally: Hello!
Dick: Hi!(looking over Sally's left shoulder at something/someone behind Sally {may be})
Tom: (to Sally) You've got the notebook?
Sally: Yes. (taking stuff out from the under seat compartment of her two-wheeler)Take the notebook. And these lose sheets too. It has all the information that you would need for today's session.
[Tom going through the papers; Dick still trying to discover/rediscover something from the pitch black road lying lifeless under his feet]
Tom: Its very hot out here.
Sally: It is. I'll take a leave then. Take care of the session today. I might not be able to come.
Tom: Sure.
Sally: Buhbye!
Tom: bye!
Sally: (looks at Dick who's still looking down) Bye Dick!
Dick: Bye!(in a meekER voice; not looking down this time; though still looking at something/someone/somewhere but Sally's face)

[Sally leaves]

the bl0ck |

writer's block that is.

[courtesy: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Writer%27s_block]
Writer's block is a condition, associated with writing as a profession, in which an author loses the ability to produce new work. The condition varies widely in intensity. It can be trivial, a temporary difficulty in dealing with the task in hand. At the other extreme, some "blocked" writers have been unable to work for years on end, and some have even abandoned their careers. more gyan >>

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I knew this day would come.
Never thought it would, so soon.
But it did.
It did.
Come to a stop.
A full stop.
Should i retire so soon?.
Would I??.

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Another day is over
Getting lost into the sea
The sun is coming down
Is going down on me

Lost in my world of thoughts
Of what is over and what is not
Waves crashing into my mind
Tomorrow I will get another shot
-written., n0t by me.

__ if only thEy could go -nUmb-. __

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yeah..
you try
you do try very hard
neither do you cRy nor do you scOwl
you sMile, smIle, and smiLe
but..

bUt
if only you could nUmb those eyEs....

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tHaT nO_oN -_-****

something or the other keeps happening all the time..

but that noon,
happened something that she never had expected in her wildest possible dreams....

it came, that happened, and it left
**she was left bewildered**

she didn't react,
she couldn't react!
she was all baffled thinking *if that was what she was thinking that to be*
she is still pondering over that....still thinking *if that was what she is still thinking that to be*

but anyways..
pondering won't help
better stop wasting time, energy, life 'n' _ _ _ _

they will come, jab/zap, n go
its us who will have to try hard not to feel the blow
but how can we not feel the blow?
rather try not to be blown away by the blow!!

girl,
there is no way you can undo the past
better FORGET what gives you nothing other than the rust

:| :| :| :|

hHhh..

i wanna be happy,but FEAR the world won't lemme be
don't care for people but how can i NOT care for THE person who cares for me??

yeah YOU love me the most WITHOUT asking what that love is for
have given me everything BEFORE i asked for
But feel you won't gimme this EVEN if i ask for

WHY do you think this will make me unhappy
How will I convince ONLY this can make me happy
May be i CAN if i TRY
But why can't you understand before i CRY?

Yeah i DON'T expect from people n SHOULDN'T expect from you
But how can i NOT expect when it comes to YOU
have been getting everything even BEFORE expecting from you

hope its not TOO LATE for you to determine
what i WANNA get this time
else unhappiness will all be MINE
n i FEAR your happiness will LOSE all its shine....

unspoken

NOT many understand the UNSPOKEN
some TRY to understand what they listen
some say they do understand the spoken
but, if they could really understand the SPOKEN
they could also understand the UNSPOKEN!!!!