The Black and White Minds

Peeping through each others’ present,
Walking over each others’ past;
They wandered across the roads that went far;
meeting sacred distances at that lonely hour.

The moon appeared in a queer shape.
The stars sparkled with a striking irregularity.
The black mind lost itself in the serenity of the dark;
the white one struggling to negate its own peculiar spark.

Black approached the white with an eccentric charm,
The white mind was excited at the very first glance.
It retorted fantastically with a bright, luminous spot,
Amalgamating itself with the black little dot.

Yesterday

It's after a long time that I'm writing something for my personal blog, or rather writing something that suits my personal blog. It feels good to be back to square one, good to be back home. This is where I learned to write, this is the place that has seen the stupidest of my articles, the most juvenile of them all. It's always a pleasure to look back at yourself and either analyze your past or get nostalgic about it or to do both. There is no greater delight than walking anti-clockwise, however fictitious the activity might actually sound.

Anyway, I'm not too sure about what exactly instigated this article. It might be my ever-wavering mind, or perhaps one of my friends' surprise tears, or perhaps someone else's eccentric smiles.

Yesterday was just another day, another Saturday that was destined to be wasted lavishly. But then, if I were to write about all the Saturdays that I have spent waifishly, I would be the most prolific writer of my generation. Why am I writing about yesterday? Some Saturdays, or days, are special. Some of them come with moments that can effortlessly freeze in your mind. Yesterday was probably one of those. I was just as I always am. Then who the hell beautified the moments? Come on, Mihir! You can't do that alone! (At least not with this new 'chop' cut, 'grass' cut, 'cancer patient' cut or whichever other hair cut one may call it as.) Actually, a mirror is all I need to have an elongated laugh now. Oh shit! Wait, what am I writing!

Ya, coming back to the point, I spoke smiles today, I screamed fun. Well, before I talk about the other half of the pair that wandered haphazardly on semi-lit roads yesterday, let me clarify that she is not the hottest girl around whom I am crazy for like a lunatic. Neither is this a romantic (or rather a wannabe romantic) article that I'm writing to pour out romanticism, as a love struck, streetsus Romeo, as Mark Knopfler had described in one of his songs. To be concise, she is pristine.

This girl ( who?? ohhhhooooo, aaaaaa.... well, shut up!!) has this unlimited hunger for stupidity and food. She can eat like a freaking horse at times. She is hardly not hungry. She can fight with me over a sizzler with a fork and a knife. She can drink a glass of fresh lime soda with 15 straws at a time. She can attempt to throw water on me in a public restaurant. She can laugh at people around us on their faces, she can laugh her heart out loud on public places leading her companions to a severe embarrassment. She lives for the moment. Nights charm her. Oh, does she personify the term, 'wannabe Mihir Chitre'? I once thought her to be 'Mihir inverse', but now she is exuding the exactly opposite charactersitics. But of course, there will always be a difference between Mihir and a wannabe Mihir! "I can either be modest or realistic." There will always be things that she can not do or will take time to learn(??). Such as, perhaps, pulling my hair out when I pull her (That's one of the few advantages of the chop cut). As far as I know, she has four admirers; three guys and a girl! All of them, with their own typical (funny) characteristics, right 'BUDDY'?

At times, she punches me on my face. At times, to counter that, I owe her hundred bucks. And she believes, she is gonna get them back! Ha..!!! Ya, did I mention she is optimistic? She tells me that she is. She believes she has the best hair around; though according to me she is bald in the 'front view', (Well, that must be wrong!!).

I once thought that she revitalizes my optimism. Does she? I don't really know. I don't know what makes her special. I don't even know if anything does. But yes, even with all my cynicism, I should accept the fact that she is one of those rare people who can resemble to me (Perhaps, she is Divya Shetty's closest competitor). "The more insanely one behaves, the closer she gets to Mihir".

She can smile, she can smile with me. She can laugh, she can laugh with me. But, so what? This is a regularity. Who has not enjoyed my company? (Han, being realistic, not modest) The special part is that I can smile and I can smile with her. I can laugh, and I can laugh with her. I don't look for any kind of perfection, actually, I don't look for anything whatsoever. Why should I? Who am I? But some folks come in mesmerizing packages, just as she does, and I like her for that. Though, some things are better left unsaid, it's awesome to have her around when the sun sets, the moon rises, the stars sparkle, and the walk starts...The Walk of Life!