ArHI SS: RSVP: The End. 10/April [Complete] - Page 2

Originally posted by: -Mitra

You know what I'm going to write in this post, right?

RSVP

And you know why I wrote that, right?

Randomness becomes her!

Originally posted by: Polkadots78

I could just see those leaves..rust colored or completely brown.. veins sticking out like the rib cage of an ill-fed cow (yeah I see a lot of them where I live and travel to)..floating in the unexpected shower or clinging briefly to the tires of an unsuspecting car, before becoming one with the slushy roads or the crumbly tar..

I could read about those leaves for another 2-3 pages..well! because you wrote them obviously!!

Funny you wrote those lines about words in poetry falling flat..I tried my hand at shayari today because as you said thoughts were crawling under my skin and I had to at least attempt to put words to them..and since I was a little buzzed (😛) Shayari seemed like a very good idea. The end result though, was flat as the American midwest..

What I do realize is that even if I cannot spout poetry I definitely can appreciate brilliance in other people's writing..Can't wait to read more!!

Originally posted by: StripePurple

I'm here. :)

It is strange that you wrote about fallen leaves. I was just looking at this photograph I took a few months ago, of a fallen leaf, what else, and wanted to do something with it. And then here comes this. Like I said, strange.

Khushi offers to be Arnav's personal Atlas. Or she thinks she can be it, whatever. All with a manic look in her eyes. If I were any good at sketching, I would attempt to draw that arresting image. Slender shoulders voluntarily carrying the weight of someone else's world, all with this (anxious/bored/manic ???) glint in her eyes.

I don't know if that was your intention, but the first few, "over-prettified" lines were very amusing to me. Dear authoress, are you sitting in front of your computer screen and smirking at all of us while pulling some meta-shit? If it is so, I love you even more. 😆

I too am the ordinary person who cannot write poetry in spite of all these "feelings". I so need a surly-looking Raizada to pass notes to in office.

Originally posted by: vgedin

Yay! I saw this early in the morning and I know now that my day is made 😃

Anxiety born from boredom. I think I know how that feels. Oh, and have I mentioned I love letters? And diary entries?

Also - what might be a couple of lines to somebody might be poetry to another. Allen Ginsberg knew that. I hope Khushi will learn that. And I also hope Mr. Raizada enjoys poetry. *wink!*

Welcome back!

When life is busy doing somersaults and your bones are getting broken and when you have to pretend that everything is honky-dory- this writing, which I'd call a work of art by an hideous artist with magic inherited from a lineage of fairies or by simply a clever human being with such great observation seems to join the broken bones of my body. No exaggeration here.

Somewhere, I feel that whatever words Khushi wrote here must have been a part of your life. I maybe wrong but I don't know why-they seem like little moments stolen from the time passed, from your own life. Like you're a black hole telling your tale to the unaware stars a very long distance from you- about your life story- about the star you once were. Via radiations. (Ignore if my comment sounds shit today. I have my goddamn reasons.)

Poetry do sprung from feelings. They flow unconsciously when you are no longer the person you think you are. They are egoistic things-who think high of themselves. Arrogant words!

Now Autumn leaves remind me of death. Some deaths mourned over and then forgotten, some deaths completely ignored as they're not important- the corpses being burnt and turned into ash then percolated in the soil. It's God's natural housekeeping.

The whole 'losing the deal' thing reminds me of the incident you shared with me once. (you know which one). Give me a hug, Green. Because I am repeating my silly mistakes again- no matter how much I try. 4 gone and 4 left - a fresh start now!

I am already transformed from AlwyzT. to AlwyzGREEN.T

I tell you, this is a masterpiece in making.

Update soonish, Okie dokie? :P

p.s. Meera, if you accidentally read this comment, just want to tell you that- I'm reminded of Aditi of EIT by the K of this story(especially the poetry thing. I can imagine Aditi saying just that) .Both feisty and fun. I miss EIT btw. Will be there after exams...or will the end reach there before I do?

Originally posted by: amaypranay

Bring this on...my Dear!

Khushi's Diary...I love it!

Thx for RSVP...and so lovely to begin this journey!

Originally posted by: meera30

^^ The wait is over :D

So later is a day and some later when I have nothing to do, full on a good left-over lunch, sleepy and yet strangely comfortable. And reading this for the third time before I well came back to this space

That comment about being 30 something, the bad 90s movies, the cable guy (my hero!) - well - that one was me. Actually a lot of what K wrote thereafter could be me. Except when we don't get a project and when there is such a meeting, I am fighting an inner battle between wanting to yell out - we were not good enough dumbasses - and just slumping over to fall into a deep sleep. That I end up doing neither is a different story.

I cannot, for the love of me - think about autumn leaves. But now I know this - I will never look at a leaf that wasn't picked up without thinking of RSVP and you anymore.

Failure brings changes - it should I know.But does it always? Hmmm...there's a thought. Failure brings about introspection yes - but change? Actually - no - scratch that - sometimes failure doesn't even bring introspection. Not my fault - an employee just whined for 3 hours to me about how his project team screwed him over by giving him a bad rating - that he was the one who screwed up - never seemed to have entered his brain!

GTH - I am almost wishing i was Arnav. And so, I cannot wait to see what Mr. Raizada has to say now. Keep them coming.

Originally posted by: AlwyzT.

When life is busy doing somersaults and your bones are getting broken and when you have to pretend that everything is honky-dory- this writing, which I'd call a work of art by an hideous artist with magic inherited from a lineage of fairies or by simply a clever human being with such great observation seems to join the broken bones of my body. No exaggeration here.

Somewhere, I feel that whatever words Khushi wrote here must have been a part of your life. I maybe wrong but I don't know why-they seem like little moments stolen from the time passed, from your own life. Like you're a black hole telling your tale to the unaware stars a very long distance from you- about your life story- about the star you once were. Via radiations. (Ignore if my comment sounds shit today. I have my goddamn reasons.)

Poetry do sprung from feelings. They flow unconsciously when you are no longer the person you think you are. They are egoistic things-who think high of themselves. Arrogant words!

Now Autumn leaves remind me of death. Some deaths mourned over and then forgotten, some deaths completely ignored as they're not important- the corpses being burnt and turned into ash then percolated in the soil. It's God's natural housekeeping.

The whole 'losing the deal' thing reminds me of the incident you shared with me once. (you know which one). Give me a hug, Green. Because I am repeating my silly mistakes again- no matter how much I try. 4 gone and 4 left - a fresh start now!

I am already transformed from AlwyzT. to AlwyzGREEN.T

I tell you, this is a masterpiece in making.

Update soonish, Okie dokie? :P

p.s. Meera, if you accidentally read this comment, just want to tell you that- I'm reminded of Aditi of EIT by the K of this story(especially the poetry thing. I can imagine Aditi saying just that) .Both feisty and fun. I miss EIT btw. Will be there after exams...or will the end reach there before I do?

I wrote about it when I responded to Meera's comment. To a certain degree its realistic. I won't however pass notes during meetings because mostly I ignore or play Tetris on my phone. (I believed for a very long time that I was discreet but it was sort of an open secret and a joke.) Cynicism towards certain things is natural after a point. The behavior around you start falling into pattern and you start adjusting your responses to the ones around you. Even the failures start behaving in a predictable way and it stops being fascinating for couple of years.

Making mistake is natural. Repeating the same could be inevitable. Sometimes It just takes a moment to make a "yes" to a "no".
Saying No is probably the hardest thing to contrary to what people tend to believe. Its to be seen if Arnav is willing to share his burden.