Running away

Marriage of the minds. I know its not related to intellectual marriage. but before we dive into that discussion, you have to tell me what intellectual marriage is.

Marriage of the minds is when there is absolute harmony in the interplay of two minds. Both the individuals are individuals in the true sense of the word (a friend of mine made me wiser by pointing out the uniqueness is not the same as discordance) but together they are a symphony. They needn't be married, they needn't have sexual relations, they needn't buy common grocery, they needn't have kids together. Its a marriage of the mind, in the mind. They would always be one together whether they are married to another person or not and whether society accepts their relationship or not. A marriage of the mind is a superset of the Intellectual marriages. An intellectual marriage comes into play once the society's definition of marriage is met. Hence, the individuals concerned are in wedlock and then they approach the entire affairs of a marriage intelligently. Where should we celebrate this year's Diwali? Your parents' place or my parents' place? An average marriage couple would either follow the loudest and most aggressive person's views, or follow society's views and practices, or argue till they both lose interest in the celebration. An intellectual marriage couple would pick any (or a combination) of the following options: Every third year at my parents' place and every third year at your parents' place and then every third year at our place and invite them all here, OR lets spend the morning at your parents' place and the evening at my parents' place, OR toss a coin. Intellectual marriages can only be realized after the conventional marriage norms are met. After the basic rituals are done, and intellectual couple would give themselves some time till they are thoroughly comfortable with each other and whatever they do can be a result of passion and involvement. They are basically intellectual and discuss things out, take opinions from others, are totally open and honest to each other, no when to ask others to not interfere, etc. A marriage of the minds might sound unconventional... Since the peace is it the plane of the minds, nothing matters. Nothing beyond the bliss of the mind matters. This is what I call a lovely marriage. Not quite attainable in this world... It requires great amounts of maturity. GREAT AMOUNTS of it. But why do I get the feeling that this is a load of crap? :-)

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I remember the times when each of my sentence used to span across more than three lines. While writing requirements, the first feedback I received was that - "Cut your sentences short." Initially I did not understand why they were saying that. They - here refers to business users. They had no issues with grammar or sentence strucutre but it was just that people lost the idea of what they were reading about when the sentences became really long. One of the business user, Jennifer, she told me that she had studied a subject in college which was only about writing professional documents.
Starting then, all the documentation and my emails followed the expected etiquitte and now it has become sort of habit.
The other feedback I had received from my current customers two years back was that I make my emails too complex to comprehend.
My customers are mostly non English native so they want their emails as simple as possible and as straight forward as possible. It took me a while to correct myself everytime I wrote an email, which is several times a day.
All these changes and regulations on writing itself from my profoession has started to influence my writing in general. I rarely write long sentences and never is my writing complex. At least thats what I assume so.
In a way I see a clarity in my writing; just the sentences and nothing more.

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I was fully drunk when I wrote this. I know the drunken part because this post was saved in blogger and the day's event were mentioned in the post itself (I have removed it obviously). I had had half a bottle of wine at a friend's dinner party and when I came home, my French neighbor presented me with a small bottle (around four shots) of whiskey. Once back in my room, I had it without thinking of repercussions and thanking that it was Friday night.

I see you walking, no, gliding across the club teetering amidst gyrating bodies who move with the vibe of the club which seem to have come alive this evening with music being its pulse. You stop, smile, talk, laugh and move on the floor gracefully dancing to a rhythm that makes sense only to me. Or is it my imagination that I find synchrony in my heartbeats and your movements across the dance floor? When our eyes meet, the glass in my hand starts to slip and I continue to look into your eyes across bodies flaying hands and legs and hips and I distinctly hear the tinkling sound of glass shattering on floor and a guy standing next to me yelling - "Fuck you moron". The pull that I feel towards you is magnetic; its either that or its my desire fuddled brain which makes me sober enough to provide me with fleeting glances of pages of sappy poetry which explained the connection shared by two individuals. You know, I actually Googled the color of your eyes and I got eighty four fucking million hits on that and by the time I finished first eighteen pages, I realized that no one had come nearly close to explaining the right shade of your eyes.

This was never part of the grand plan; falling in love that is.

There are times when I want to give into the sweet surrender and declare my love to you in the most romantic way. I would perhaps start with courting you and inviting you for expensive dining, tasteful entertainment and gentle kisses. And when I would lean in really close to get that proverbial kiss on the porch, perhaps that would allow me to get a closer glimpse of your eyes and give me enough time to count the exact number of freckles on your nose. Perhaps it is a good way.

But you know what? It sounds like a bloody cosmic joke. Anti-thesis of what we are. As I walk towards you all the romantic things that my heart keeps singing sounds like load of bullshit and I come up with a plan that is more feral, more primal and more us. Here we are at a party where we keep up the masks that we wear in front of the crowds, we follow the charade that we have been doing all these while and when at the first stroke of midnight I will drag you from this club and drive you away and make love to you till you bleed. And then I will look into your eyes with you staring back to mine with equal fervor and then I would be able to explain every shade of color that I see and map out every tiny little freckle on your nose.

And then I might tell you how much I love you.

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