The Stickman

They are the coolest drawings. Also the only ones I can make with ease. I still have trouble with the female version, especially the hair. Bah!

This is an awesome song and deserves an awesome video.

Thank you to :

Regina for the song. Don't sue me for copyrights!

Sketch Paint Draw App for letting me draw on my damn cool phone.

DvdVideosoft, Freemake Video Converter, Powerpoint and Windows Movie Maker for the software.

Hope you like it. Give me the strength and time that I am able to complete it!

To the good times Us had :)

From Me to You

Dear Susan,

I am not a fan of letter writing, but there just seems to be some magic in letters. I think it is the delay that seems mesmerizing; that the letter was written in the past by someone you love and that you are receiving it now, in the present. It is like revisiting memories in someway, just that the memory you are reliving is actually just happening right now. That's what letters do - they force you to appreciate the differences in time and distance.

Though, I really don't know if that's what I intend. I just wanted to express my love to you. Yes, we live in the same house, share the same room and practically discuss everything, but I rarely get a chance to tell you how much I love you. Perhaps that's also what letters do, give us a chance to say something we have always wanted to; all with an element of surprise.

I don't know where to start. Perhaps, the beginning is the best start - when we first met. It was your infinite kindness that attracted me. The way your heart was open to everyone, with no speck of hatred or bias. To you everyone was equal and was worth your love and time. I am glad that years later, nothing has changed. You still see the same essence in everyone.

People who have wonderful hearts tend to be awarded frugally in grey matter. But the Creator has been exceptionally generous with you. I haven't met anyone who is as sorted as you are. And that has changed me too. You pulled me from being a dull and slow sloth to a vibrating person seeking more and more knowledge. I am no Shakespeare, but even if I were, no sonnets would capture my love for you and no summer days would match your shine.

But it isn't just the fluffy stuff. The sex is awesome. Your body is my wonderland. The way you walk, the way you do your hair, your eyes and that naughty tongue you got - all great. They say it doesn't matter how beautiful you are from the outside, but you don't have to worry about that - you're a damsel anyway.

Around you, I don't have to worry about anything. I can be whoever I want and I can ask whatever I want without any fear. In this pretentious world, to have someone like you is a blessing and I am truly grateful and also indebted. With you, there are no masks I have to keep in a jar by the door. I trust you.

Life is unpredictable and we don't know what lies in the future. But I am glad we have each other. You've been there for me whenever I needed something and even when I didn't, and I promise that I will always be there for you. In sickness and in health, in good times and in bad, and in joy as well as sorrow.

I love you.That's all I have to say. 

I love you.

Always and Forever,

Carol


PS : This post has an epilogue, which can be read here :  http://rohan-chawla.blogspot.in/2012/11/boys-keep-swinging.html


Song : Chaudvi ka Chand - Mohd. Rafi
           Isharon Isharon Mein - Mohd. Rafi and Asha Bhosle

Also apologies if the letter is crapy. I have never written love letters.

Coz you're beautiful..

At the very outset, Happy Birthday Blog, it's been two years :)

To the one I love :)

Song dedication : Edge of Desire by John Mayer

He walked down those stairs, one by one, hoping with each step that what he'd been looking for in the entire market, would finally be here. Sale time is just annoying. You enter the market and all you see is big posters glaring into your eyes, red, black, blue, with even more huge numbers being forcefully stuffed into your brain. Yes, that's all. Good clothes are always rare. So yes, Jaimie, went down those stairs, hoping he'd find the jacket he had been looking for. Stripes of two bright colours and a zipper with a hood. It was that precise.

He entered the first shop in the basement market. On the right was a long line of thick sweaters of varied colours. On the other side, was another line of T-shirts. And finally somewhere in the corner of the L-shaped shop, was a line of jackets. The corner was away from the owner's eyes. Jaimie wondered, if people shoplifted here. With a simple glimpse of the eye, Jaimie could make out that the piece of his choice wasn't there. But his eye had been caught by something else. A beautiful girl, with jet black her and sharp features was standing there, holding a white sweater. She was sparkling there among the gloom of winter clothing. Her skin was flawless, her eyes so black and wide, her clothing simply awesome. Jaimie lost his heart right there.

The girl turned to the spectator. She moved towards him. Jaimie's heart started thumbing madly. Did she know? What would she say? Would she slap me? Such thoughts circled Jaimie's mind. Once she was just next to him, she said in her melodious voice, "Hi, my brother is just about your size, do you mind trying this on, so I could see if it would fit him?"

Thank God. That's what kept revolving around Jaimie's mind. He gladly took the sweater. He took off his, revealing his black shirt and a bit of his naked tummy. He then inserted his head into the white sweater, struggled to find the head and sleeve openings and once he did, took his body parts out of them. He then adjusted the sweater to his body type, and finally she could see how the sweater would look.

It fitted him perfectly. It was as if, his grandmother had knitted the sweater to his size. And the white colour matched perfectly with the black collar that stuck out. She then said, "It's so pretty, thanks, I think I'll buy it." She ran her hand down Jaimie's chest feeling the wool of the sweater. And then there was a moment of silence. Both of them kept staring at each other, lost in each others eyes. It was love.

He then felt her cheek with his palm. And then she dragged him into the trail room. And then he kissed her. And she kissed him back. And then love was sealed. And then she took out a pen from her purse and wrote him her number on his soft palm. And he kept smiling.

Jaimie then asked, "Can I keep this sweater?"
And she nodded and moved towards the exit of the shop. Jaimie followed her, and saw her making conversation with the shop owner. That sent chills down his spine. What if they had a hidden camera? What if this was the unseen corner and to curb shop lifting, they kept camera surveillance? What if he was screwed?

But he remained confident. He kept walking, however slowly, towards the gate. He overheard them saying,

"Sorry Bhai, there is nothing nice in your shop."
"There is Little Sister, you just have too high standards."

Fuck. That's what now circled in Jaimie's head. They were siblings. He was now dead. The Brother would surely beat him up. But he still remained confident, and went ahead. She had left by now.

"Yes," said Mr. Brother.
"Just this one white sweater I am wearing," Jaimie said.
"500 please. Do you want me to pack your other sweater?"
"Thank you so much," Jaimie said handing him a 500 note.
"Your welcome," Mr Brother said, handing him the bag with his old sweater.

And then it was over. He didn't know. And Jaimie was happy. Not only did he not know, he didn't even see the number on his palm. That reminded him, he had to call her. After all she loved him too. Why else would she make him try the sweater?