Pact

The word is perfect and spelled correctly but it is incomplete with out the preposition, The Pact. And this can be understood by those who have made the pacts and stood by them and by those who made the pacts when so few owed so much to so many, pacts made with a smile on the face when the other person asked nothing less but simply the world out of someone else and by those who didn’t mistake the meaning of this word for sacrifice.

He understands the word ‘as well.’

Like very few, he left most important things to destiny. Or as they say to the chance… He wasn’t the rounder who would let himself land up in a mess and wait on the river card to be drawn to decide his fate. But he did wait for destiny to play its last hand.

They met by chance and he believed if they were to meet again, they would anyways. At a stage in life we all feel ‘we’ve been there and have done that’ and he didn’t want to fight that feeling but he didn’t mind waiting until the chips fell where they were supposed to. He ran into her again and surprisingly they kicked off just as well. He treasured her smile just as much she loved his presence.

Coming closer to each other is the journey unfortunately each individual has to cover with their own vehicle, driven by their will and fuelled with emotions and commitment. He could see her balancing act of managing her feet on wobbly stones with her hand stretched out. But by then he had already jumped into the lifeboat with just the bare minimum.

Time passed, days gave way to the weeks and weeks to the months. She found her land; her hand was still stretched out but out of obligation. All he had were stormy waters and she now asked for mountains. He didn’t want to lean on until the fall. And he chose not to.

He didn’t utter those three magical words even as he walked her home for the last time. He made a pact that night, never to lean on, never to mention it what he whole heartedly meant, not until she read it and destiny heard it.

Wise people could break the rule and call it an exception and get away with it. However, even today as he heard from her after ages, even a person as insane as him couldn’t be a traitor to break the pact. Could he be?

Neo

Wage your wars but never fight your battles

Hey folks, I’ll be honestly confused as I’ve been all through out my posts. This sentence (Wage your wars but never fight your battles) could be a pseudo-intellectual wisecrack or it could really develop into a write up. It has been doing rounds in my head but somehow couldn’t get too far on paper.

Why don’t you drop me a line or two as comments as to what ripples this line creates in your mind. If it strikes any chords at all, if it means or hints towards anything at all…

Would be really nice…

Waiting to hear from you …

Neo

Strum

Just the sound of that word is elegant enough to remind you of some things.

It is surprising though that you can’t use that word otherwise. You need to strum a string instrument. It is like this, you either drink the water in the glass or you don’t. There is nothing like trying. You either strum or you don’t

And with guitar you can’t help but adjust the body of it on one of your thighs, grip the guitar, move your left hand gently over the frets and sparing bridge your right hand settles near the sound hole and even before you know, you’ve strummed the guitar.

I remember, someone tried to teach me how to play guitar and I also remember someone telling me, if it isn’t in your blood, it just isn’t.

Having seen the cool dudes strum a six string at Barista and have the girl they wanted, I’ve wanted to learn the guitar for various reasons. To impress someone, or to make a point to someone, to prove someone wrong, for being able to play the song someone once played for me or even for the plain kick of knowing how to play at least one instrument. There are so many, I can’t count.

Of all the reasons one that never left me was to be able to communicate my self, to express without any words, to seal smile, depression, anger, hate, pain and love..seal all of them in chords and play it, say it, express it.

I am still stupid enough to think that someday, I’ll put my own rhymes to a tune. I’ll play well enough that I’ll not have to utter a word. Some day, I’ll watch people playing invisible guitar from the stage, some day I’ll learn how to make mere piece of wood n metal strings an extended part of your body, someday I’ll know…

But until then it isn’t like picking up the glass and drinking water. It is a distant dream, perhaps too good to come true, perhaps am just a coward to go after something for the simple fear of failing or feeling like a dog, you know, a dog won’t know what to do if it actually caught the car it was chasing, maybe much better you enjoyed the chase.

Ahhh dam it, what the hell, none in this café has a spare guitar on them.

“Dude, cm’on can’t you get me one? Just for now…”

Neo