Category: Conversation Complicated

And he died

And he died

“Why weren’t you talking to them?”
“I tried, but…”
“Look issues aren’t just black and white. It’s not always I screwed up or you screwed up and all that similar jazz.”
“Right. Most of the times it’s we both screwed up and our egos got in the way so we ended up screwing up further more.”

“Yeah sorry. I kinda drifted from the point. There is NOTHING that you cannot talk out man.”
“Well, genius, wake up! Sometimes there are things that cannot be talked out.”

“It’s your call man. All I would say is that there is NOTHING more important than yourself. And when I say yourself, that includes your relationships too. Something wrong with a relationship means something wrong with you. End of a relationship means end of something inside you. And even if things have to end, you need closure. Your heart needs to be at ease.”

“Yeah. Thanks. I need to go somewhere.”

“Don’t run away man. Face it. You will emerge either happy or sad but lighter. If you don’t, you will only emerge sad. The pain won’t settle.”
“Have you got some kinda issues dude? Keep the advice with yourself. Stop pushing the cue-tip when there is resistance!”

“Take care man. Don’t die!”

“Haah! I won’t. You take care too.”

And he died.

Varun Rajagopalan.


Why so serious?

Why so serious?

“Why so serious?”
“Am I?”
“I hate a question in response to a question!”
“No… I mean… Am I really?”
“Yes, else I wouldn’t have asked.”
“Ummm… No. I… Err…”
“Yes… Yes?”
“No. I don’t know. I’m… I’m err… ok.”
“Look! You’re not. And I can tell. If you don’t wanna tell just say so.”
“Ok… ok… Fine. Yes. Yeah I am serious. I’m not happy.”
“Well, you see think about the most fragile form of glass. It’s sharp and a hundred and ten percent breakable.”
“I like where this is going… ok… and?”
“Yeah. Glass. Fragile, breakable and bloody sharp.”
“You said that. Please continue.”
“Yeah. Now, imagine your heart being made of that.”
“And it’s now shattered to pieces.”
“And those tiny pieces are piercing me. I’m bleeding and hurting. And no medicine will help.”
“Err. Hmm.”
“Kinda hard not to be serious when it hurts that much.”

“Silence is golden…? Nobody needs to tell you that. Not even your father.”

Varun Rajagopalan.

It’s raining outside

“Needed to talk.”
“Ok. Talk!”
“I’m not happy.”
“I know.”
“Why? Am I like a walking dart-board?”

“Please don’t be monosyllabic about this. I need to know. There’s no peace. I want to smile, but cannot. You know the deal. You know. And still…”

“You know what? Let’s do this later, ok? It’s raining outside and I need to get my umbrella in place before I go out.”

Varun Rajagopalan.




“Dude! You’re getting your salary, right?”
“Yes. A couple of days late, but yes.”
“I haven’t been paid for three months now. The downside of working for a small company.”

“Your phone has 1gb memory, right?”
“Yeah. And camera, Bluetooth and…”
“Well… I have a phone that can only make and receive calls and SMSes.”

“Your office is close to your house. You can actually walk down, right?”
“Yep! Sometimes I do!”
“Mine’s so far, I spend like 200 bucks a day on gas.”

“Dude! You have it easy and you say you aren’t happy? Ridiculous.”
“May seem so to you. But tell me – how can I be happy if the best part of my life are just memories?”

Varun Rajagopalan.

Hi hope


Hi hope!

Hi hope! Morning!
Thanks for breakfast, hope!
Gotta leave now, hope.
See you later, hope.

You, Ma.

Varun Rajagopalan