Community (Dont worry, I'm not earning anything out of this)

I recently told my friend Vani to quit watching stupid drama shows and watch this sitcom called Community. Although it admittedly may not be her thing, its still one of the best sitcoms on the air, and probably all sitcoms ever. In my list, this includes 30 Rock, The New Normal, Arrested Development, Scrubs and even my favourite show, Californication (Oh you GODLESS HEDONIST, you! :P ) For those who have not seen or heard of it, its the story of a rag tag group of misfits at the world's worst community college ever. Don't let this undermine the awesomeness of it. Innovative storylines, great acting, some truly unbelievable concepts including spoofs of every genre of movies possible and more, and some amount of tripping balls, its a show that takes every existing concept of tv and movies and gives it a whole new dimension. But what I like the most about it, is that one just falls in love with the characters ( I know people say this about all shows, but I feel bad for people who relate to Ted Mosby) and lose yourself in it. Testing the limits of imagination, the show just acts as a portal to a whole different world- an idea about how each and everyone of us, live in a different universe, in our head.

Over the top declaration of love? You bet! Will die off slowly to be replaced by the next surrealistic offering? Hope not! But recommended show for everyone? Absolutely. :)

Thoughts About Love

(This may seem more of a saga than a poem, but bear with me readers)

He loved her.
He loved her without judgement,
without fear and without restraint.
He loved her,
with a love as pure as sunlight,
morning rays,
streaming through the leaves in a silent forest.
He loved her without demand,
without expectations,
without consideration or reservations.
He lost himself in her.
He lived her and breathed her.
She lived in his best thoughts,
in his hard work,
in his crushing disappointment,
hapless pain,
and again in his hope.
She was his reason,
to live and to grow.
He loved her.
It was merely that simple.

She wished she could love him,
purely,
just love and nothing else.
She wished she could love
without wanting to be loved in return.
She wished she could put aside her ego.
She wished she could shatter the delusions,
of what it should be.
She called him discontented,
but perhaps it had always been her.
Wishing for more and hoping for different,
but too proud to admit it.
She wish she had expected less from others,
and more from herself.
She wished she was more confident,
less double guessing and more sure-footed
about her dreams and the way she felt about him.
She wished she had given and given,
untill she nothing left to give.
She wished she could have been different,
then maybe things would have been different.

They sat together,
she and him,
She told him,
she wished she loved her man,
the way he loved his woman.
Ironically though, both were alone.
The selfless one and the egoist,
the romantic dreamer and the pragmatist.
Sometimes, it felt like they were alone,
in a bubble of grief,
looking at the world outside,
of what could have been,
through a colourful veneer of soap and water.
They were alone together,
a similar frequency of loneliness resonating,
often drowned out by work, alcohol, friends, television,
anything they could indulge in,
anything that would take the pain way.
His loss,
her guilt.
She and him,
alone together,
high on grief and enjoying the catharsis of life.
Sitting through endless nights,
just waiting for the sun to rise.

Start

In my mind, while I'm writing this, I'm triumphantly playing "I'm coming home, I'm coming home. Tell the world I'm coming." Well actually I'm listening to some crazy ass EDM that's got me feeling all violent and aggressive. But, I can visualize images of myself swearing a flowy white dress and riding a fierce white horse (shadowfax :P). Bit over dramatic for the event, considering that its just me writing a blog post. But after almost a year long gap, it does feel different. Perhaps, even hopeful. Maybe it will get me out my horrible funk and enable me to do something with my life. Well, it would be nice if its a start at any rate.

Anyhow, I'm back. And I hope I can write. And I hope that whatever I write impacts someone, somewhere out there, over the rainbow. I hope its a fresh start.