ArHI SS: RSVP: The End. 10/April [Complete] - Page 4

Originally posted by: -Spree-

If I may just post something personal here, I can totally imagine StripePurple passing chits to a surly looking ASR and the oh-so-famous ASR giving Khushi the EXACT expression as the person in StripePurple's DP is giving to no-one-knows who! 😆

My Dear, GTH...your creation here is bringing out poetry after poetry! Even the CEO is becoming quite the poet...👏

Originally posted by: vgedin

Me 😃

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What am I to say when you write like that?

In a few words you manage to make us think about everything right from evolution to progress, from organised systems to poetry in free verse. Blur every line that humans have over time drawn in order to categorize life and make it simpler, in turn making it a complicated, hollow chaos.

Really, theres nothing left for me to say.

Its Arnav talking really. Being into the kind of work he does for more than a decade, you cannot help but be the way he is. The self discovery he has had over the years has made him pragmatic about things and what he is talking comes from his experience. So :-)

Thanks :=)

Originally posted by: Polkadots78

Res

Hopefully you come back here :-)

Originally posted by: -Mitra

Looks like Arnav almost succeeded in steering their exchange from reaching a personal note. However, the keyword is almost. Albeit, the last four lines are poetry, he jumped in to 'explain' them too. Tsk! tsk tsk...

Randomness, at its best!

-H

In the end they are friends. There are hints saying so thought they keep a farce professionalism on surface. The exploration of friendship and the things they want to share with each other is what this story would do. (I think that's how its going to go.)

Thanks!

Originally posted by: AlwyzT.

That's why I hate words! They cheat, they betray us. I can't formulate a reply for what you've written, I can't. Let me try anyways.

The definition of family in textbook needs an amendment- connected by blood, dining in the same kitchen and everything which I studied in the past, as a child, blurs itself in the present time. Family, for me, are the aunties (helpers) of my school with whom I talk profound as well as nonsense while waiting for the bus, my family includes Bhimsen Dai ('Dai' means brother) who works in the canteen and whom I greet with 'Namaste' everyday, my family includes the conductors in micro buses whom I see almost every day while travelling and who smile every time they see me, my family includes my online friends whom I've never met but are the integral part of my life- thus, I conclude that family is never conventional. It's a feeling of belonging. It's the familiar faces you interact with every day, the people without whom your life wouldn't be complete. Everyone is a family. Family is never a cohort of mother, father, siblings or grandparents only. It's so much more.

It's the absurdity of time. You see- we humans are the most reckless creatures on the earth! We are slaves- slaves of carnality, slaves of artificiality and slaves of our own discoveries. When we have stopped recognizing our own creed - how can we have a better future, how can we think we are the wisest, how can we assure that we would even 'exist' in a few years to come. If we walk along this way, it would take no longer time to diminish our ascendancy, in fact our subsistence.

I won't say thanks, not yet at least. Maybe one day when we walk out of this establishment handing over the keys to someone else, we will share a cup of tea at the tiny shop around the corner. I wont be the CEO and you wont be the VP of operations. Just people who have no where else to be.

Ain't this a consumed life already? Strive for 'that' thing whole life, abandon it one day and return to the place where you started.

And about you- Meera told it all !

And then you have work place relationships and people you meet on a daily basis there. So yes, I do get it how it goes. In the end it all depends on people - who you can trust and need someone to fall back on.

I wouldn't call slaves but merely get accustomed to having a change in lifestyle with changes around us. Its a part of social evolution and without that society cannot move forward from where it began. We cannot pick and choose the stuff we want. We want women empowerment. We want life saving medicines and surgeries. We want education. But we don't want the crap that comes along with it? Things don't work that way.

No, it isn't abandoning. Its moving on from one state of life to the next state. Things are done, words are said and stuff is finished. Its the moment when you know that you cannot continue doing what you are doing because you have to do something else.

Thanks!

Originally posted by: AlwyzT.

"What would you say if someone comes to you and asks what death would feel like?" He raised a question and asked for a reply.

It needed no thought. I replied almost instantly. "I'll tell them straightaway that death would feel like a life with regrets."

"How do you say?" his grey blue eyes looked at me questioningly.

"Because I feel it- I feel death when I have regrets." I submitted.

"An urge to disappear, right?" He said after a moment of his own contemplation.

I smiled. He understood.

Very nice! :=)

Haha this is funnier than I expected it to be. Nice format. Bookmarking :)

Dis is dedicated to GTH, my poet. She got many riters here. So, I thought I'd post it here. Da best piece of writing, dis iz.

OS: Diyas of Diwali.

Khushi luks beautiful. She iz wearing red saari. As arnav sees her, he thinks dat she is angel fallen frm heaven. A fairy, he muses. He iz extremely attracted to her. Can't take his eyes off her .His heart does dhak dhak very rapidly. But Arnav comes near, the wind becomes faster and faster. Khushi senses his presence very rapidly too. Her breaths stops there and then. Arnav nd his handsome features make her go gaga. She feelz the need to go to washroom. Nt for peeing bt for some other reasons. Bt wait!!!! Dis iz being opposite. Okay, Arnav luks at Khushi and smething happens.

He rushes to da bathroom and again comes to luk his Khushi- the magic woman in red saari. She also luks at him.

Background: Jaadu hai nasaa he, Madhoshiyaan..

Tension increases. Khushi says inside- Hai Devi Maiyya...Raksha Karna meri.

Arnav doesn't listen what she sayz inside. how could he? She didn't let him c anything inside..err..I mean, hair...oops..hear nything inside. He goes to take her frm circle of diyas. Wind blows everytime. Arnav feels great attraction to Khushi. He touches her hand..Khushi closes her eyes and keeps it close for 6 minutes. Arnav watches his wrist watch and pinches Khushi to wake her frm sleep.

"What the..Romantic scene hai. Dunt Sleep. plese." Arnav is angry.

Khushi has tears in her eyez. very emosional she iz. She cries lika a baby.

Arnav can't c one tear in her eyes also. He becomes concerned a lot. He sayz "Shhh...dunt cry, Khushi. Let's kiss and make it romantic".

The wind blows very rapidly again. So strong wind. Pre-monsoon symptoms, Arnav says inside him.

But oh my god, Khushi's pallu of sari dances with the wind. Arnav looks at her bosoms. Very orangy and juicy dey seem. Khushi is bt very sanskaari. Without marriage, she won't do nything...except kiss dat iz. Arnav pushes her towards da wall. Khushi bangs there. He goes very close 2 her..very close..their noses touch each other...the tension rises...arnav can feel something in his 'that' place..khushi has many butterflies in her stomach...dey are going to kiss...they are very close 2 each other...

Bt, unfortunately, fate had other plans.

TRRR, Arnav phone cries.

Arnav iz shocked. Waz he going to kiss Khushi? He didn't want to.She had bad breath.

"Hello Aman, you asshole." Arnav walks away.

He gives Khushi a look, a very bad look, angry look.

Khushi iz helpless. C cries.

Authors Note: So, I'm back again. Wid a new story. tell me if u all liked dis teaser. I'll include sme of the epic scenes of IPK in dis FF of mine. Plez tell honestly if u want me to continue dis. I need at least 500 comments on dis. Otherwize, sorry. I can't continue. It alwyz requires readers comment to write a great story. It inspires a lot. plus, dis iz a very sensous story.

Buddy me if u want PMs. And Ignore the few grammatical mistakes if dere r any. I'm a bg person nd hav bg lyf.

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ZZZ...Ah, you build a perspective in me green. *Reply to your reply*

_/\_ LOL. I just read something like that in the forum. So, wrote one. :D