Tuesday, June 28, 2011

expressions of Love !

Real Couple in Real life... isn't that beautiful???....

The adorable couple in basantapur, i took this pic secretly.

Now this is really cute! Real couple in Real life!



another secretly taken picture in DreamsGarden of thamel!

expression of love in teenage Style ~  <3  ~

(the pictures has nothing to do with the story in here, i have pictures here of my friends , i uploaded here without  letting them know about this posting in my blog! But will sure:)

Is been couple of weeks by now, I have been going to swimming every day. During these periods of time, I came to confront some certain things I have buried decades ago. Well the swimming has nothing to do with what I am thinking. It’s all because of the conversation that I had with my friend about LOVE.
She came to know a guy and they started giving interest to each other or shall I say ‘they started seeing each other”. She liked him; I saw that in her eyes when she blushes talking about certain incidents which describe their feeling in a serene way which leave a respect for each other. It was something that I would love to see and love to hear, because it’s her first love that really captured my mind in here words of expressions.
Love, sounds really special when we see this word. Love! Yes love, this is what I am going to write about “LOVE”.
There is this dashing looking guy who is 25 living in United States of America. He is just like an ordinary guy of his age walking down the way carrying a bag, going to work and getting back home late, and makes sure to take out time to study. He is from a very decent family who really cares about him and so he never forgets to keep them happy standing as a good son. He loves to party, gather with friends and get hangover over the weekends but he makes sure that he is feeling fine about his family. All and all he is a family kind of man. He has friends around him and so a girlfriend in his life. Talking about him, he says;
“I have a girlfriend. She is a good girl and she is nice to me. I, myself make sure I make her feel good about our relation. But I am a career person at the same time, I have my dreams and aim for myself which are somehow related to my family. I love my family and there is no doubt that I like her too. But I will hardly bring the situation where I will invite someone in my family when I am nothing in the society. I have to stand strong. I have to study very hard for few years and build a concrete career in the society, because if I am not happy and not strong, I will never be able to give happiness to people who are in my life. And I am a man, so a man always stands strong about his aim and objectives. There is no doubt that I love my girlfriend but I will not let that love comes on my way until I set a root in the society. I love my family and I can do anything to make them feel good”. L
After knowing his view, my mind was totally jammed with his words. I was recalling them again and again. Then I thought, maybe a teenager love will say something different. With lots of expectation to hear some really exciting views, I made myself easy to listen carefully so that I won’t make any misunderstanding while putting them in words.
She is too an ordinary but a girl without fashion. She doesn’t really have the good ideas about trends and style. Long hair girl, who stands tall with pale skin, finds herself comfortable in a date. But she has a guy in her life. She blushes while talking about LOVE. When I asked her what is love to you? She hesitated for a while with a smiling face and said; Love is love, isn’t it?
Right! Love is love. But if you have to put it in words how do you put it, like in undemanding way?
Rolled her eyeballs like she was thinking too deep to put in a right way, she paused mmmm and  said softly; love to me….mmmmmm well love to me…how can I say???
Well I have this guy in my life. He is very good to me. He cares me like I am a kid, you know what I mean? I have had wonderful moments with him. There is no doubt that I will not be able to forget him effortlessly. I will always remember those moments like heaven. I don’t know how to give a meaning to Love, but as far as for me being a teenager, love for me is sitting in backseat of a taxi with him holding hands in the January chilling nights till the taxi gets a passenger. Love for me, is sharing hot Wai Wai soup noodles in a same bowl in chahabil busy place. Love for me is those moments when we made the same wishes in the Temples. Love for me is keeping ourselves warm in the same mufflers in the windy weather and gazing at each other with a smile. Love for me, is those quiet moments when we have nothing to speak, I lean my head on his shoulder and feel the air caressing his hands in rooftop watching the stars. Love for me is setting a date on tight budget and counting money after each expense, checking the leftover money. Love for me is those moments he waited for me every day in the class. Love for me is when he first came to see me in my home while no one was home and said; you have a dirty room. Love for me is the first scooter ride without a license with him stretching arms like the world was with me. Love for me is hearing his voice after a very busy day in the evening. Love for me is his presence. Love for me is his anger but only sometimes. Love for me is his silly jokes. And love for me is those night rickshaw riding with him through the Thamel way in the middle of the night of the New Year. All these moments are love for me. I may lack in expressing it to make you understand what love is, but this is love for me.
She was totally lost in her words of expression. Her cheeks turned red after she said the last line; “All these moments are love for me. I may lack words expressing it, to make you understand what love is, but this is love for me”.
That was really a remarkable job of her in terms of making me understand her views. I must say very sweet and simple. She was right; it will be hard for her to forget these moments effortlessly. She really has moments and moments to cherish. Lucky Her! J
Well talking about love, as the Bryan Adam’s song says it all “when you love someone, you do all the crazy things that you can’t explain” this particular line says it all, what actually Love is…I remember in my school times when I was in Hostel and I was small as I observe back in time. There was a guy very much senior to us. He was a smart fair guy with natural brown hair. He was in love with a girl from his class. He would try to get her every single glimpse in every possible way. He was kind of famous for his feelings towards her. Even in the dining hall at the time of having meals he would look at her time and again. Even during the self study time in the hall he would sit straight line of her, just to have her single glimpse. That’s was really sweet. I always wished if they would be a real couple in the future. I don’t know what happened next after they graduated from school. Well Yes this is love in words of expression. Love!
I know love has some bitter meanings too but I am staying away from them.
I asked some people around me including my own sister, she said well love “love is when you look into someone’s eyes and suddenly you go all the way inside their soul and you both know it”. Wow I never knew my sister could give me such expressive words. J
Well love is very special bond that people must have. I remember someone asked me this same question back; what is love?
I got puzzled for a while when the questions came out of blue because I was not expecting anyone will ask me the same thing I was asking people for few days. Alright talking about Love, Love is a special bond of knot that people share among themselves. It depends on the people themselves how rigid knot they want to present to the particular bond to make it happen as everlasting love. I am sure there are people out there who have given tight knot to their bond, but little concerned with so called ‘Time’ doubting what it has stored to show up in the coming days. I would love to add this here, believe in the love that you have in your heart for someone and believe in the love that you have from someone, keep the moments, cherish the love that you are showered and most importantly please stay Loyal.
Love is a beautiful feeling when you are in love with someone, it’s more beautiful when you are loved by someone and it’s a wonderful place to land and feel everything in a different way when you have the person you loved in your life.
I have to thank some people here who tried their best to make me understand their experiences about love. Yeah as you all said; I am not going to write your names here as if I am not going to tell anyone.… 

Smile to Life  J

Sunday, June 19, 2011

Who's she....???

It was about many years back’s New Year Eve, one of my friend came with this idea to gather in this place “kathmandu plaza”. She was fond of Indian cuisine and “Rajgharana” was the right place for people who crave for Indian food. From there, I was first introduced to place which served food with entertainments. I was happy to get entertained with spicy Indian foods. I saw beautiful ladies dancing. They were beautiful with fair skin and very long hair dancing with a man who had this attitude of an Indian actor Salman Khan, I remember the man dancing to the song ‘O O jane jana, and yea! How can I forget to mention about this shirtless body! It was little funny though.
I went to the restroom after the dinner, and guess what I saw?????I saw the dancing ladies in the restroom removing their makeup. I was just near to one of them who was removing her long artificial eyelashes and overdid eye makeup. She was looking at me though the mirror. I hurriedly got back to my place and kept thinking why do they work like this?
I saw the same lady getting down the parking with  her fellow workers. I can’t believe my eyes, I mean she was looking so fine with all those decent wardrobes and yes, she had short hair…she must be using the hair extension while dancing. J
I smiled at her because I didn’t mean to create any misunderstanding about the staring at her in the restroom…she smiled at me later but felt like the smile was not genuine.
Years passed by but still I remember that moment. May be this was the reason behind writing this story of this girl and living in the heart of city Kathmandu.
How I came to know this girl?
Who is she?
What is she doing now?
Is she someone I personally know?
These questions are obvious. I personally don’t know this girl. But the moment I saw her I never thought she was what she is now. I saw this girl on the rooftop restaurant smoking like one of the villain in Indian movies. She was wearing a white kurtha with sky blue embroideries finely done. She had wavy hair, tighten partly with a sparkling clip. She had a book beside her coffee cup which actually grabbed my attention for sure.
She was sitting at the next table to me. She turned the pages from the books and looked like she was having good time sipping the coffee. Suddenly she got up and left leaving all her belongings right there at the place. While she was away, her phone rang from her bag. It rang again but she didn’t show up.
When she was back, she looked at me with a smile. Wiping her hands with the napkins of the cafĂ© she pointed at my table and said “oh Guru of love, that’s nice book.”
Oh yes this one, lifting the book I made a reply “he is a great writer” I like his writing.
Pointing at her table I said “Oh yeah your phone rang twice”
Oh, thanks!  She checked the phone and called back,
“Hello yeah where is you? Oh really ok wait for a minute. I will be right there”. She hanged up the phone.
She put the book and the packet of cigarette in her bag hurriedly. With a slight look she asked me “so Samrat is your favorite writer?”
Not really but I like to read his books.
She asked for the bills meanwhile she checked herself at her small mirror from the bag. She gave a last touch with a lipstick.
Placing my jaw on my hand I said ‘It’s really nice out door here. I love the place but the food is ok’.
‘Is this your first time here because I have never seen you before’ She asked me.
Yes it is, do come here everyday?
Checking her light purple purse ‘not everyday but I do come here most of the evening before leaving for my work’.
What do you do? I asked with little hesitation because I felt little uneasy.
Oh! Well I work in a call centre as a night shift. It’s unsuitable for my health and the working schedule is complicated. I am already late and the waiter is  ……’ before she could say further, the waiter appeared with the change and handed her. She placed some tips for him.
Before she left she gave me the names of few writers and said “you will love them when you like Samrat’s writing”.
The waiter came with a tray to clean the table. He placed the ashtray full of ashes  on the try and placed a clean one. He was wiping the table and asked me , when he asked me “ do you know her’?
‘You mean the lady who just left now’ I asked him back.
‘Yes’ he replied.
Not really, why?
She is a famous bar dancer here. She is good to us. We get excited to serve her as she hands us delightful tips. He gave me this insatiable smile out of blue.
My eyes were wide opened with shock. ‘whaaaaatttt I mean do you know what you are saying’
She comes here almost every day by this time. She has long and strong contacts with people around.
I couldn’t believe what he just spoke to me; I mean the lady who handed me the paper with the name of famous writers is a bardancer. Oh my god!
I would love to meet her someday again someday. Will always keep in my mind that she is woman working in a call center who loves reading books rather than what the waiter mentioned about her.
When I was home, I realized I forgot to ask her name. i guess I had dropped my sanity somewhere when i shared so much words with her but i forgot to share our name.
Smile to Life :)