This is how I spend my Sunday

I came across a wonderful post by Manali titled – “How do you interpret this picture“. At first, when I looked at the picture I just thought – “Oh snap! not another crybaby”. But when I read the post it was about interpretations – so my mind wandered. I haven’t played this game in while so I thought to myself let’s take the challenge and come up with my interpretation. So after about 30 odd minutes of jumbling lots of thoughts, here’s what I replied –

How would YOU interpret this picture

Photo shamelessly taken from Manali’s blog.

Many are hurting for love, while many are suffering from a love that hurts”.

The picture simply depicts a heartbroken end – an end that deeply hurt someone. When we go through such experience it is not too uncommon to find ourselves wishing for a meteor to destroy the world *right now* and wipe us out of the existence.
In this case, too, the person who was hurt was deeply in love and have gotten betrayed.

The rose, beautiful as it is, has thorns too. It represents a character who simply has the most breathtaking and admirable beauty on the surface with some dark and terrifying secrets underneath. But like those thorns on the rose, the dark secrets can be known when you try to look at the person beyond the radiant beauty.

Some people do look beyond such dark pasts and accept the person unconditionally. It is not easy to say if the person is being foolish or best lover one can ever have. The dilemma is always there…ringing inside your brain or whispers falling into your ears. Yet, you gather strength and do what you want to do – love the other person with all your heart.

You understand her, she understands you. Or you think you understand her or she thinks she understands you.

And then the betrayal. Maybe the rose finds another bee or the bee finds another rose. “Maybe a guy with an Audi who is good to you 40% of times and acts like an asshole 60% of times.

You were holding the rose safe in your hands and now you find yourself in such a shock that you involuntarily grip your hands harder and the thorn hurts you. But still the pain isn’t overcoming the pain that is in your heart. You want to scream. You dive into the pool and reach the bottom to let that scream out. Still the hurt is unbearable. “The shattering of a heart when being broken is the loudest quiet ever”.

Then you see a hope. The only way to reduce the emotional pain is the physical pain. You take that blade and cut your wrist. You cut your wrist to tell your brain that the pain from that thorn and that pain in the heart must be forgotten. But does it?

You have lost. Lost every sense. Lost every emotion. You die. Die inside. Broken. Shattered. Fade to black.

Disclaimer: This is work of fiction and any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Or is it?

Not exactly a masterpiece of art but had fun writing it rather than being lazy on the bed on a Sunday afternoon. Wait, wasn’t Sunday created for exactly that purpose?! *face palm*

This.

Just being dramatic.

Lazy Sunday. Also Rains and Snows

This is how I spent my Sunday.

Can’t believe I spent my Sunday doing nothing but lie on bed and alternate between napping, watching Breaking Bad and irritating Shraddha. And also, occasionally, peeking out of the balcony window inhaling the humidy breeze which has the aroma of rain drops falling on a dry earth.

I have always had such Sunday every rainy season I care to remember. Even while I was in US, I looked forward to such a day during the nut numbing snows of dearly city of Cincinnati. There is huge contrast, though, between the rains of Bombay city and the snows of Cincinnati.

Rains in a way offer some kind of optimism. The time after a small shower of rains turns the mood around and makes you feel little better than no rains and the scorching heat of the sun. It sure feels annoying when it rains at the wrong time or when it spoils your clothes or it is a torrential downpour. Yet it has a capacity to make you feel better when it falls for the right time and in right quantity.

If you happen to live near hills, then there is no denying how the whole place turns to greenlandish paradise.

But the same, in my humble opinion, doesn’t apply for snow. For me snow always brings the emotion of sadness. I did feel unusually good when I first experienced snow falling over my three layered clothed body. It did feel good to catch the snow flake fall right over my pinkish tongue. But all of this was temporary. I never, ever, felt the same again even a year later when the winter cycled through again. The first days of rainy season ain’t quite same as the first days of snows for me.

Only one good thing about snow.

The laziness that I am talking about came naturally during snows. The main reason being, I just hated going out. It is just too damn cold to do anything except drink beer or occasionally use the snow to cool the beer faster than your freezer could.

Snow looks goddamn beautiful on TV or a picture when you are sitting comfortable in your living room in a temperate zone.  But experiencing it, for like 3 months straight, you will do anything, I mean anything, to get out of there. The best example is the movie Fargo by Coen brothers. Almost every scene that is filmed out side of the house has snow. Every frame. Yet, you will love it. You will be mesmerized by the beautiful scenery which the film captures amazingly well. You will want to be there in such a paradise.

You see that white shit at the bottom half of the pic? No, it’s not heaven. It’s goddamn snow. Everywhere.

But it’s all lies. White Lies I tell ya.

You can’t do shit in such a city except drink hot coffee whole day or take a hot shower. You will do everything that is opposite of cold. Driving is the bitchiest of all.

Pretty much the reality.

So yeah, you can imagine, why I said snow brings the emotion of sadness. Rains, on the other hand, brings me the image of color green which signifies growth and optimism. And soaked bodies of certain feminine species.

Also, the feeling of being lazy – like really lazy – like i-have-lots-of-stuff-that-i-can-do-but-i-dont-wanna-do. Snow, on the other hand gives you this kind of laziness – i-have-lots-of-stuff-i-want-to-do-but-i-cant-do-shit-because-of-the-incessant-white-stuff-which-is-totally-not-as-cool-as-they-showed-in-the-movies.

Meanwhile in Russia.