Amazing people who make me go on n on n on:)

30 August, 2009

What Am I Really?


What am I really?
Maybe I am kind of like water…simple in all terms, see-through, omni-present...it has been the destiny of millions through history, who knows what’s our destiny now...necessary for your sustenance, though requiring not much effort or thought except the realization that you can’t “live” without it...you drink me and I take your shape…you can have me but you can’t hold me…you can see yourself inside of me...however much you may have, it is never enough...
Bas just don’t feel that I bloat you too much once the thirst is quenched…be or pretend to be the parched Sahara, ever wanting more!

Maybe I am an open book…easy to flip through, interesting if you get to read and understand in between the lines…will be by your side in your lonely moments, giving company and a sense of belonging…an enigma beyond the fallacious cover...addictive as you read on...trenchant beyond the language...a fantasy beyond the harsh reality...familial and a memory...of a lifetime, for a lifetime...
But just don’t flip away and move on…read and empathize…just don’t judge me by the cover…peer within meaningfully to completely comprehend…and let me not just be kept there on the shelf gathering dust, once you’ve understood it all...I’ll try to be a new chapter to you everyday...try to be unputdownable!

Maybe I am the flowing river...once I start to tumble there’s no stopping me…sometimes I become rapid and convulsive, or deep and dark and at other times passive and placid…yet I am moving constantly with you…altering my pace, crossing over or ignoring the stumbling blocks and rocks that come in between…provenance of life- in deed and action...You can choose to stand on the shore and I’ll quietly grace your feet with my thoughts, keeping you cool even in the hottest of times...
Bas just don’t wash your soiled feet in me and walk away…don’t be frightened when my waves rise high or apprehensive when the furrows fall free…just dive in, cut throw with the force of your arms and keep flowing with me, within me…someday we might merge in the destination that we head to...

Maybe I am like that first dress...you yearn to fit into, however grown you may be...it holds a special brightness...even though it’s lost its colour...it feels like new...even though there’s a bit of a patch somewhere, you show it off to everybody, even though they don’t understand why...because precious it remains as a reminder of the special times when life revolved around it.
So hold me close even when I can’t cover your contours...I need to be snuggled and need you to feel and tell me that I am soft still.

I sometimes feel I could also be that flower in the flower pot...waiting for you to see me, admire my beauty and smell my perfection... I would bring in my colours and make your life fragrant...
Only just don’t get rid of me once I start withering away...I won’t complain...but if you choose, you can keep me within the pages of your personal book, so that I get eternal life with you and remain always there..

Maybe I am a kind of a rubber band- you can pull me and stretch me to suit your purpose…you can twist me and carry me along, but just don’t throw me off when the purpose is done and expect me to be back in the same shape again!

Let me be the shadow...always around, by your side...not expecting to be a part of you...the shadow shall have its own entity and the owner shall have his own...when it’s hot and bright, I shall walk along and when it’s comforting moonlight I’ll hide away...always there but only making my presence felt when you need it...

Let me be the mountain...you can come to me when you seek solitude, sit with me and talk loud your thoughts and I can assure no one else would hear them...if you are crying, I’ll absorb all your tears that fall...bask in my strength and when the sun sets and you are about to leave...I’ll give you the undisturbed view of the plain truth that we are merely specks in the world...not to humiliate you but to make you humble...and when you finally leave...I’ll be waiting for you to return!

Whatever I am…
I don’t know it myself…
I hope you do and value it too…
When you walk through life…keep me close…close enough to let me know what’s happening on the way...yet not so close that I begin to suffocate you…
Let’s give each other space and yet be in the environment…
I hope I don’t seem easy to you…but just easy to be with…
I hope I don’t disturb the chords of your peace, but add to the ‘harmony’ that seems to be just another word for you…
I hope whatever I am…I am not just “whatever” to you!

(Thanks to a dear friend for editing and adding some parts to this!)

11 comments:

Rishi said...

ur a gr8 blogger :P

suruchi said...

hahaha..thanks...and like i've said it before rishi...u are great with your words...;)

Rishi said...

and u know how to re-flatter...

i'm still waiting for that phn no frm the seductress/bitch.. if possible... u know for social reasons...

suruchi said...

arrey pehle kyon nahi bataya that u were flattering me...
apne flattery ka dose aur intense kar dete...hehe;)

what i meant by u being great with ur words was...that aap jo kehte hain satya he kahte hain...so if u insist that i am a great blogger...who am i disagree...hehe
that should be my dose of self-flattery for the day;)
n bottom line also stays...u still remain great with words any which way:)

and social reasons...hmmmmmmmmm...ya sure... lemme dig some more:)

Shady said...

You are what you are and we like it the way you are :)

suruchi said...

:)))))
thanks shady...coming from u...
accepted;)

Ashraf said...

Waaah awesome read... Khulli Kitaab... Behta jharna.. Gamle Ka Phoool...Puraani kameez ya lungi... parchaaii... pahaad...nadi naala... ab to global girgit ho!!!

suruchi said...

ashraaaaaaaf....puraane kameez n nadi naala kab bola be...
global girgit bhi bola aapne...boo hoo..:(
and to think i call u gurudev:(

chalo will just accept that "waah" in the beginning n ignore the rest..
blabber bones ho aap:)
cheers;)

Sudhir Kekre said...

Hi when i wrote this i first thought of you.:P greetings on teachers day.
trust me, if my teachers were half as pretty as you, i would have been a better student.


http://hamarichaupal.blogspot.com/2009/09/to-sir-with-love.html

suruchi said...

thanks sudhir...
awww...blush,blush...:)
and if my students were half as witty as u...i would have not been such a good teacher;)
i would be learning from u instead:)

Rahul Khatri said...

thats what like my A2 is, and after reading this, a new name to u, my GA!!:)
(can try n guess, will tell u wen we meet, but u r the only one to get this, blessed be me with ur presence in my world, virtual, real, platonic and spritual, AMEN!!!!:))

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