this moment, every part of it will live on forever

" here's a little song someone wrote , you might want to sing it note by note.
don't worry be happy..
in all our lives we have some troubles, we worry to make them double.
don't worry be happy..
look at me i 'm happy..
when u r worried call me, will give u my phone no.

ain't got no cash ain't got no style,
ain't got no gal to make u smile,but don't worry, be happy
when u will worry your face will frown and that'll bring everybody down..
don't worry be happy
it will soon pass whatever it is..
i'm not worried
don't worry be happy..."

Sounds good doesn't it. If this is how its going to be the rest of my life, I'll die a happy man.
Something tells me that this very moment, every part of it will live on forever.
Something touches me deep inside. But the song dies away. They come and go, the good times.
Living would be easy if life came to your door and knocked. But there ain't any door, so got to make one all by yourself.

I am going through nothing these days. "All i need is a miracle. All i need is you."My mind keeps saying this. I never had anytime to think this way. But all this is a simple story. I want it to end happily. Or may be never end. So much to do yet so little a time so little the urge. To become the one i could look forward to is tough, but i am trying.
I am.

The bookmark

I opened the Barrons and it read-" Wordlist 7 blunder-canter."
i have my GRE on the 17th of march, and each passing day tells me i made a blunder.
my progress with words is definitely a canter and this is trouble.

In no time i falter and then i notice the bookmark.
a piece of hard paper, pink colored, has some words on it and a five digit no:69503.
the bookmark appeals to me. This of course has reasons. it cost me 22 rupees and a drop of the tear worth zillions which never showed up, got stuck in the those big beautiful eyes.

here's the story. we were two together and an evening to look forward to. She had shopping on her mind and i had her. I liked the way she got ready. So quick and so unconcerned about her jeans or her earrings. She knows she is beautiful. So do i. But that evening she took time. The usual girl stuff. The lipgloss, the eyeliner and off course the earrings.
Well stupid me! I make the stupidiest of remarks and she is hurt. She stops, looks to me in the eye and says:"Dont say that the next time." This took a while to sink in but by that time all her enthusiasm was gone and so was her makeup.

We are on the street. She is angry. I know this because she is quiet, almost dragging herself to the metro station where we have to catch a local for VT. I have no idea how to break the ice. All I do is blurt out the commonest of words-"sorry". Stupid me. Well a girl's heart melts but you need to be good with words and i wasn't.

So we catch the train. Its just been five minutes when she breaks her silence and says she doesn't want to go shopping. And i do another mistake. I question her-"Why?" She answers back as if she was ready with one. Her words were "Because i am angry with you and i don't want to shop for a SOB." She had planned to buy me a pair of shoes i always wanted. Girls!
Now i had an angry girlfriend and a lost chance to own the shoes.
While i am busy calculating my losses she gets off the train on the very next station. And i have no option but to follow her. How could i dare to question her again. We come out on the road and she turns to me and says: "Where are we heading to Mr. Boyfriend?" ufff!! "Girls." How the hell do i know. And then i can feel my GOD seeding an idea into my medulla oblongata.
An hour later we walk hand in hand. It was so easy. All i had to do was to please her with a strawberry topping soft fudge(an ice cream in short) at the nearest Mc.Ds. And i did exactly this, hence my reward: a happy girlfriend, a good film and a beautiful evening. So we lived happily ever after until the next fight.

But don't you guys feel what has the bookmark to do with this. Well friends! that pink colored piece of paper is the train ticket which was never used and i still have it because as i have already said : it cost me 22 rupees and a drop of the tear worth zillions which never showed up, got stuck in those big beautiful eyes. What came out was love which i am convinced i can never equal.

I love my girlfriend because she is the bookmark of my life.She reminds me of where i last left a chapter unread, a moment incomplete.

#mantra 2 your girlfriend is always right. You can either be wrong or on the wrong side.

INTRODUCTION

There never has been a time when i am not me.
I like thinking about myself and fear the moments when i forget who I am.
I like forgetting so many things but "me".
Since childhood i was taught to believe and not just to think.
But it so happened that the child vanished soon.
To talk about oneself is interestng though mundane to others. But it satisfies me, makes me happpy to say whatever i want to say about myself.