Month: March 2013

Love isn’t fair

 Love isn’t fair


Authors : Gunjan Vyas,Madhu Kalyan 

I was sitting on a park bench, gazing at the blue sky, listening to the birds whistling and watching people as they passed by. A little bird pecking at the grains thrown in front of him by an old woman, sitting on a bench a few meters away from me. A little girl playing tag with her father and jumping with delight whenever he lost. A couple jogging away together on the tracks.

Just sitting and observing is easy and in so many ways delightful.  

I was still enjoying my little peace when I saw a guy coming my way. He had a huge pair of headphones covering his ears, which I could see even when his head was covered by the hood of his jacket, as he sat beside me. I could tell he was not here to work out because he was wearing a pair of blue jeans along with a casual T-shirt. I didn’t like the fact that he was listening to music instead of the sound of birds on such a beautiful day so I patted him on the shoulder but he didn’t seem to notice it (thanks to my overall smallness). I patted him on his shoulder again, still to no notice. This was getting on my nerves now! So, I gathered all my strength in my right fist and gave his shoulder a nice punch.

This time, he did notice.

“What the hell? Why did you punch me?” he yelled, taking off his headphones.

“Uhm……I just wanted to tell you something but you weren’t paying attention so I punched you,” I explained nervously. Then, he took off his hood and smiled. His face was a beautiful sight – making everything around seem so dim in comparison and I couldn’t do anything but be awed.

He murmured an ‘it’s okay’ and got up to walk away but I pulled him by his hand. “Can’t you stay with me for a while?” I asked with a smile, hoping he won’t think me a creep.

He looked about him for a while before smirking.

“Two conditions.”

Even his voice was beautiful, like an angel’s – firm, masculine and yet having soft undertones to it.

“What conditions?” I stammered out.

“First, you have to apologize to me. Second, you have to listen to this song with me,” he said taking out another pair of headset – a smaller one – from his pocket.

“Uhm… It’s jus-“

“What’s with the uhm again? Do you want me to stay or not?” he crossed his arms about his chest and asked.

I looked at him, wide-eyed and confused – what was the matter with him? Did he really think i wanted to sit and listen to a song with him in the middle of the park? I went on with my explanation which he had so impolitely interrupted.

“It’s just that, the whole reason I wanted to get your attention was to have you enjoy the environment around us – what would be the point of sitting in the middle of the park if you can’t even take off your headphones and observe what’s around us?”

He looked at me for a while like I was an alien. I fidgeted under his gaze – being stared at isn’t something I’m very comfortable with. He probably saw my nervousness because soon he started to laugh.

“I guess you’re right but I’ll listen to your opinion once you listen to this song with me.”

I smiled and took the spare pair of headset from his hand as he removed the pin of the one around his neck from the jack of his ipod.

We sat there listening to a song I can never forget – it had no lyrics but the music was so beautiful, I couldn’t help but close my eyes and let it take over my soul.

I let my head rest on his shoulder as the beautiful music soothed me. I didn’t realise when I fell asleep but when I woke up, I felt something knocking my head repeatedly. I opened my eyes and saw his grinning face.

I also noticed that my head was now on his lap.

I quickly got up, embarrassed about our this intimate position, and stammered out.

“Wha- What happened? And why are you grinning like that?”

“Well, while we were listening to some music two hours ago, you fell asleep on my shoulder, then, I wanted you to sleep in a better position so I put you on my lap,” he explained.

“Two hours? Why didn’t you wake me up? Why did you knock on my head repeatedly?!” I yelled. “First, you looked so cute when you were sleeping. Second, it’s just revenge for you punching me so hard. Lastly, please stop with the interrogation,” he said and I pouted.

“You, pervert! After putting my head on your lap and staring at me for two hours, you’re all smug and holy?” I shouted.

“Calm down, I was just joking,” he smirked.

I calmed down and fixed myself. “Don’t you think this is so strange?” he said, looking up at the sky.

“If you’re calling me strange, then, you may have to create your own funeral,” I said.

“No, no. I mean, we are just strangers to each other yet we act like we’ve known each others for years,” he explained.

“I don’t know what you mean. I just wanted you to see what’s around you, but you were busy listening to your stupid iPod,” I said, fixing my hair. We were silent for a while but he broke it with a question.

“How can you say I won’t hurt you? What makes you trust me?” he asked.

I smiled at him – he didn’t know that from years of staying alone I had developed an impeccable sense of judgement – I could tell a person’s character by just a few minutes of observation.

“You seemed like a calm person to me. I thought you were like me – going out for a walk just to get away from the monotonous routine until I knew you were a total pervert!”

“How can you even say that? I served as your pillow and you didn’t even thank me,” he said with mock sadness.

“Thank You. Happy now?”

“You sound like you don’t mean it.”

“You’re really trying to get on my nerves aren’t you?”

“Not really.”

I chuckled lightly thinking how we were arguing like childhood friends but we hadn’t even introduced ourselves.

“I just remembered, we haven’t introduced ourselves to each other.”

“I’ll be first. I’m Anima,“ I said sticking my hand out towards him.

“Nice to meet you, I am Gaurav,” he said and took my hand in his own and shook it lightly.

We smiled at each other warmly.

“So, should we call each other by our names now?” I said trying to start a conversation.

“Of course not” he disagreed.

“Why not?” I asked. What was wrong with this guy?

“I like not knowing you” he said.

“Are you trying to have me beat you up?”

“I’m just messing with you,” he chuckled and gave me a smug grin.

I punched him again on the head because I was so annoyed.

“I think you already did,” I giggled looking at his hurt face.

“Fine, I’ll stop already,” he said as he massaged the sore spot on his head.

Everything was silent again but not awkward – I felt very comfortable in his presence and I believe he did too.

All of a sudden, he asked a really weird question, “Do you believe in love at first sight?”

I smiled because I knew a perfect answer to it.

“Of course I do, it makes me feel like I have found somebody I really love,” I answered.

He looked at me seriously, and then he stood and pulled me up from the bench.

“Why are you making me stand up?” I grumbled.

“Stop whining and follow me” he said.

I followed him to a bridge over the river.

Why did he ask me if I believed in love at first sight? And why did he ask me to follow him to a bridge near the park? What was going on?

He stopped and looked at his reflection in the water.

I too looked at his reflection – how cute he looked when serious.

I was surprised when I felt like I saw him for the first time. Feels like……love at first sight. I froze.

He looked at me so sadly. “Aren’t you afraid to love someone you just saw?” he suddenly asked.

I was unable to answer.

“You know what? The funny thing about love at first sight is, you won’t know if the person you see loves you back,” he said with a sad look.

“What’s wrong?” I asked. What happened to this proud, grinning guy all of a sudden?

“I’ll answer your question with another question, why can’t you stop asking so many questions?” he said in an irritated voice.

“B-B-Because, I want to know what you’re thinking,” I answered – what was with this sudden change in personality.

He ignored me and continued to look at his reflection.

I felt bad for not being able to do anything – he looked forlorn and in need of love so I did what came to my mind first.

I hugged him.

“Don’t be so lonely, just tell me what’s wrong,” I whispered.

He turned around and looked at me. Slowly, he bent down and his face was so close to mine, I could feel his hot breaths on my face.

Suddenly, he kissed me lightly on the cheek and I blushed like a tomato.

“W-Why did you do that for?” I stuttered rubbing the moist imprint of his lips.

“You didn’t like it?” he said.

“O-of course not!” I denied and gave him a dangerous look but he only laughed.

“Well, you wanted me to cheer up, didn’t you? So I kissed you,” he explained in the same matter-of-fact manner.

“How can kissing me cheer you up?!” I yelled angrily.

On the inside, I wanted to kiss him back.

“My mom kissed me on the cheek when I was still a boy to cheer me up, but in your case, I knew you wouldn’t kiss me so I kissed you,” he explained.

“You could’ve told me!” I huffed angrily and turned away from him.

“Why should I, would you do it?” he asked.

“Of course I would!”

“You…what?” he bluffed and I blushed so hard, I could feel my cheeks heating up.

“I-I would not!” I corrected myself.

“Then, I rest my case,” he said.

I looked around nervously and fumbled with the hem of my top for a few minutes. Trying to change the subject, I asked, “Why were you so sad anyway?”

“It’s because I know you wouldn’t love a guy like me,” he said looking at the sky.

I froze again. I didn’t know what to say.

“Weren’t you wondering why a guy like me stayed with you, even though you punched me enough to make me terribly angry at you? And why I asked you about believing in love at first sight?” he continued.

“The moment I saw you, the very second I took my hood off, I saw you, I fell for you.”

And to think that I actually thought that I was being crazy in liking a guy I just met, while he was the one having a hard time. “Can’t you give me a chance to tell you that I-” I said until I was rudely interrupted by the ringing of his cell phone.

“Excuse me” he said, taking a distance away from me. He answered the phone and I overheard him saying he’s on his way back home.

He approached me and said “I’m sorry for bothering you with my stupid feelings of love, I got to go home, and my mom needs me.” He gave me a hug, and then he ran the other way.

I can’t believe I wasn’t able to say that I loved him back. I couldn’t even ask for his contact number or address when he started to run away from me as I stood where I was.

After that, I went to the park everyday, hoping I would see him again and try to know the reason behind his sadness – why did he think I couldn’t love him? Why did he consider himself not worthy of being loved? What did his mother need him for that he couldn’t wait for even a few minutes?

I could never get to know answers because for all these years, I haven’t seen him once. And from this experience I realized that love isn’t fair to anyone.

Just friends

You can never be “just friends” with someone you used to love,
because a little part of you will always love them.”



Kheema Biryani

To show my love for you, I will learn, cook and share some biryani with you. That’s how deep my love is.

Everyone thinks that biryani is a very complex dish and very difficult to make, but trust me it’s the easiest and super delicious dish you could every make. So let’s go to the recipe.For this dish, you can use any kind of minced meet (lamb, chicken). Fragrant and spicy kheema masala are layered with the partially cooked basmati rice and garnished with saffron and nuts. Very easy to make and here are the steps to follow.



For Rice:

  • 2 Cups Basmati rice
  • 3-1/2 Cup Vegetable Stock
  • 1″ Piece of Cinnamon
  • 3-4 Cardamoms
  • 4-5 Cloves
  • 3 Black Cardamom
  • 2 Bay Leaves
  • 4 Star Anise
  • 1-1/2 tbsp Clarified butter or Vegetable Oil
  • Salt to taste

For kheema Masala:

  • 1 Pound Minced Meat (I used Turkey)
  • 1 large onion (chopped)
  • 4-5 Green Chillies (sliced)
  • ¼ Cup English Peas
  • 1 tbsp Ginger-Garlic paste
  • 1/2 tsp Turmeric Powder
  • 2 tbsp Red Chilli powder (You can reduce the spice)
  • 1 tsp Nutmeg powder
  • 1 tsp Cumin powder
  • 1 tsp Coriander powder
  • 1 tsp Garam Masala
  • 3 tbsp Vegetable Oil
  • Salt to taste

For Garnishing:

  • 1/3 Cup Milk (warm) and few strands of Saffron (Mix the saffron in warm milk and set aside.)
  • 1/2 Cup Cilantro, mint, green onion (Chopped)
  • Cashews (optional)


How to cook Kheema:

  • In a deep pan heat the oil at medium temperature, add onions, green chilles and fry them until the onion is translucent. Add ginger-garlic paste, turmeric powder and fry them for few seconds.
  • Now add the minced meat, ginger-garlic paste, turmeric powder and mix it properly on a high temperature.
  • Once the lamb is fried to golden brown in color reduce the heat to medium temperature and add the garam masala, red chilli , cumin, coriander powder and green peas.
  • Cook few more minute over medium temperature and then keep it aside.

To Cook Rice:

  • Wash the rice thorougly couple of times and drain the water.
  • Now take a pan and heat the clarified butter, add all the ingredients except vegetable stock and salt and fry them properly.
  • Add the stock and 1/2 tsp salt and cook the rice until it is just half done. Drain out all the liquid and set it aside.

Setting the Biryani:

  • Pre heat the oven at 325 degrees temperature
  • Take a heavy bottom pan and first spread the thick layer of kheema masala in the pan, now add the rice on top of kheema.
  • You can do multiple layers or just two layers of kheema and rice.
  • Now add the saffron milk on top of the rice and cover it with silver foil.
  • Cook the rice in the oven for 20 minutes. Once it is done just garnish it with nuts and chopped mint,cilantro and green onion.

Serve the hot keema biryani with cold raitha or your choice of accompaniments.

Like a flower

Love is like a flower. One day, it just gives up And dies. Or it is just killed off.Pulled apart.Destroyed.You can do with a flower what you wish,And love is no different.Give it to someone,And they’re happy.Pull it apart,Figure out if that one person loves you,But in the end it’s gone.


You say you love that person now, But it ten years, You won’t even remember that pain. Some may, But most won’t. Love is like a flower, You can nurse it and let it grow. Or you can watch it wither away. It’s your choice. But in the end, It won’t last for too long



Have you ever felt that feeling whenever you see someone, you freeze and your heart starts to beat so fast and you have to hold on to something so you wouldn’t fall? Sometimes when they talk to you, do you utter stupid words and end up embarrassing yourself? It’s not that you want it, but just the presence of that person makes your heart beat faster and slower at the same time. Would you be brave and admit your feelings? What if it’s simply not meant to be, do you give up? Or keep trying and end up with nothing? Well, that’s love. Its irony speaks, but you got to take risks to get answers. When you meet someone and you gradually fall in love with that person, try to express your love to her because every moment you wasted would be equal to tons of regret in the end. Don’t wait until it’s too late to tell someone how much you love, how much you care. Because when they are gone, no matter how loud you shout and cry they won’t hear you anymore.


The love you can’t have lasts the longest, feels the strongest and hurts the most. It’s so hard pretending to be friends with someone special when every time you look at that person it just hurts even more knowing that all you see is ultimately everything that you want but you can’t have. Isn’t it stupid when you say, “no, I don’t love that person anymore.” But still, when the memories are refresh and that person become visible again in your life. You’ll stare and say, “Damn it! Why can’t I forget you?” So each time I see you, I say to myself, “I moved on.” Each time you smile at me, I say to myself, “yeah, were just friends!” But every time you look at me, I end up saying, “Shit! It’s so hard to pretend!” It’s hard to love someone who is not serious enough. Time would give you chances to talk, chances to be together and chances to share. See how it hurts?! You only have chances, just chances.

A heartbreak isn’t as loud as a bomb exploding. Sometimes it can be as quiet as a feather falling and the most painful thing is no one really hears it except you. You can handle the pain that you feel and make others believe that you can move on. But you can never deny the truth to yourself that the person who failed and hurt you is still the person you’ll choose to love. I cried so many times because of a love lost and a love I never really had. I suffered pain worse than dying. But feelings change and there’s one lesson that everybody should learn in time…move on. You can’t finish a book without closing its chapters. If you want to move on, then you have to leave the past as you turn the pages. Love is not destroyed by a single failure or won by a single caress. It’s a lifetime venture in which we are always learning, discovering and growing. The greatest irony of love is letting go when you need to hold on and holding on when you need to let go. We lose someone we love only when we are destined to find someone else who can love us even more than we can love ourselves. Learn to appreciate the rainbow after cursing the rain. It’s just like loving again after experiencing pain. Loving someone can’t be proven with just the way you feel, the words you say or the things you give. If you’ve ignored yourself and sacrificed your own happiness for the one you love, you know what love means.

Lost Things

There is a place. A peculiar place. Where lost things go. Things that weren’t supposed to survive. Things that were misplaced, things that are filled with washed up magic.  Things that are left out in the rain, left alone and cold. Things that no longer have a place in the world. Things that are alone and gone. Things that people no longer care about. Things that are forgotten in a restaurant. Things that need some place to go.

The place beckons them. Calls them. Instructs them. It sings it’s sweet melody in the hopes of new residents. Those things. Those lost things. They listen to the call.  They are drawn to it. To the place. The place welcomes them, bringing them in with warm, caring arms. The place engulfs them. It tells them to forget.


Forget the neglect.

Forget the rain.

Forget the cold.

Forget the loneliness.

Forget the forgetfulness.

Forget the pain.

Forget the hurt.

And welcome the new. The new place. The new place as it beckons for them. And the lost things do. They forget. They embrace the new. And then the place is happy.

Because it has new things to kill.

Meaning of my life

I don’t know what to write. It is as though some force is just making me put the words down. It’s beautiful. I cannot explain it. My life has been insane lately.Midterms. Tests.Stress.Assignments.Work. Way too much stress. I felt lost. My health was horrible lately. I am homesick. I was dealing with a difficult people. Feeling betrayed. Money. Everyone cares too much about money. Love. Love lingered. I was too caught up in the past. Behind. I couldn’t get over it. She still sticks around. Love truly never fades. It just transforms. Like a phoenix. Trapped inside. I feel as though I can love another. I have discovered friend love. I have felt lost, dazed, confused. But I am found now. My community, who I am. At least at the moment. There is something beautiful in temporary elated consciousness. Understanding. I have finally found the friend and maybe even friends who I always wanted. Who I always needed. Who I always knew I deserved. Beautiful people. Magical people. People who I love with all my heart who I never want to see hurt, upset, stressed, but who I want to by happy, and content. Who I love spending time with, and make me smile, always make me smile. I am happy. Grades are irrelevant to my sanity. My mentality. I cannot let simple words and letters on paper trap my soul to the irrelevant. To the suffocating. I am much more that numbers and words on paper.

I am MKalyan.


I am intelligent, loved, caring, kind, crazy, outgoing, insane, lovely, energetic, emotional, passionate, loving, earthy, worldly, open-minded, deep, light, and somewhere in between. I have so much to look forward to. So much to see. To do. To be. I can’t wait until travelling around World. Seeing the world. Absorbing cultures. Loving people. Seeing fantasy and beauty come to life. The world is amazing, I just have to pick my butt up and go see it. Immerse myself. The only roommate you have to live with for the rest of your life is yourself. You matter. I matter. Life matters. Let the cycle of conversions of matter and energy continue. Let us all into the body of overwhelming consciousness we were all born from. The pool of glowing light that birthed us onto this naked planet, exposed. Vulnerable. Pure. We all have something to look forward to. There is so much more for us out there. Life. Love. The pursuit of happiness. Making change, watching it happen, sitting under the warm sun on a spring day and just listening. Feeling your body present, in the moment. In that moment of being that matters. Those few seconds of complete peace. That is the meaning of life.