Early morning 5:30 i hear a voice preety firm and bold "get up get up, u guys are always late, lazy bumbs get up we have a flight to catch today" well that was daddy calling all the kids to get up so that we could reach the airport on time to catch a flight to a destination which we din know would be so much fun to explore...
before i forget it was apparently "religious trip" to wash away all the Paap that we have done through out the year..here we land at the airport of the city which was just enough for one plane to halt at a point of time.. as we came outof the airport the guy with a placard waited for us to take "Hotel Punjab Palace". We boarded the car and finally enter the city..looks almost like one of those untrodden cities of rajasthan, not many people around,scorching heat outside...we were all ready to go to the place to pay homeage to the gurus and suddenly we realised that we had not eaten so how about having breakfast before u leave.. and thats where the first encounter with the food in this chaotic city happened.. woooooo what parathas with a lot of makhan, amazing uttapam and bread so sweet that Honey would feel shy of itself...and the best part the restaurant was " pure veg"..as day followed the car beneath the hotel waited for us to take us to the destination and to our amuse the mulazim of the car was an antique piece..colour as dark as coal and to cosmetize his face had goggles which took all of ours breath away" the hit race movie shades" stuck closely to the eye to make sure that it does not fall off at any jerk while dealing with the speed breakers of this chaotic city....The songs in the car reminded you of the historic era where the only dance was to take chakars of the trees..
Finally with a lot of struggle we reached where we wanted to and took the blessings of almighty in form of " ram guru", peace , solace, satisfaction all derived at just on look of him standing feet apart imparting the pearls of wisdom.. Its lunch time again and the mulazim had left us and gone so now it was the time to figure out our own way to reach to a place where we could fill our tummies..a s we walked my brother- a stark observer and my self ( trying to lean the skills of observation via a happening course called Business design) tried to apply our techniques and observed through out..Black faces with the Race shades had rocked the city and the traffic played the role of devil making sure that none was spared from its actions..All this while i abused mumbai for being organised but now i see a strong competition here... anything between 30 - 40 mins to cover a distance of 2 kms...However im thankful to god for the two legs that we have been gifted with ..
Day was exciting to see a new city, new people, new culture, nice food and it went on till my bhai and bhabhi threw me out of the room saying that they had to resolve a fight ( i really it was a fight and nothing esle) . The koochi koo couples floating on the air of love just seemed to be delighted to be with each other and I made sure that all the music channels of the tv was memorised so that i could play it to match it to their emotions.. the next day followed..i just finished writing a blog on the autowalas of Mumbai but there was something peculiar here also.. they would agree to make you sit but ensured that you knew the way where you wanted to go , not one but everyone were the same.. they made sure that we had memorised all they ways before we left the city... humorous city totally.. people just seem to be crazy in their own world they they forget to remove their scooters which they parked few hours on the middle of the road to make sure that the act to chaoas is fully justified.
In the span of 4 days was also something special- my dads bday it was time to celebrate and have fun,, venue was booked and preparations were done..all the associated were called and we finally reached the " Babylon group of Hotels" - a name probably never heard of but was just so beautiful to spent an evening with your close ones and a place where all the colourse seemed to have its place....the dinner began and a certain glee on the face of the birthday man as he got all those things that he had been longing for...
One more experience , when myself and bhabhi had the opportunity to sit in one of those rare cycle driven cart, with no boundaries and walls and view the city from an elevation and experience the chaotic road and traffic along with the minister's car passing by with the red light on the top of the car and the chaotic noise that it made to bully the traffic to spare the way for them.. even though chaotic but the experience was worth it..
here we reached the hotel to pack our bags all night to catch a flight early morning tomorrow to Mumbai .. what an experience the city gave - "Amazing food" pure veg" everywhere,, traffic that would irritate u to a level to snatch ur hair off ur head( provided you have enough of them at the right place), the noise so much that any permissions of loudspeakers or noise pollution control policies would not be adhered to....but journey which was totally fun and worth remembering.. oh Have i mentioned the city!!! I guess not well the city is none other than "Raipur".......
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
journey back home
Would not sit here to describe the whole story of the day but yes something that has happened with me repetitively and today has finally compelled me to write on this one...
Its november rain in mumbai, quite exciting and thrillling...But we mba students have to be stuck inside the four walls to be physically present to ensure that at the end of the lecture "p" appears on the attendance sheet....But who says thats all, apart from that u choose be in the innovation clubs of college popularly known as " innowe' my second home...and after all those meetings comes the best part of getting down to the basement where the recreation room is filled with all the TT mascots to hit shots not on table but on each other..well today even thats was bad, a series of defeat..Finally the clock stuck 8 and the cinderella had to get back home , i put on my id card which i had taken out to play TT carried my heavy bag with laptop and left with a friend towards the station..as i started by saying that it was raining ,, it was still raining ..No umbrelllass but still had to getback home.. Both of us ran towards the station and peacefully caught a train( an empty train - to our surprise)..Me standing at the edge of the train to feel every chillof wind touching my face and cutting accross my duppata hanging outside the train..some gestures asking me to be careful but i just loved it so much with the new atif song ringing bells in my ear may be for the 50th time.. all seemed just so beautiful..Ghatkopar station arrives and as usual I waited for the auto to come so that I could reach home early to finish up the backlogs.Messy station, people crowded like cockroaches( the population just seems to be killing you), busus gushing just half an inch besides u making sure that you make that curve that you just practised while doing one of the asanas in yoga..
The price ceiling policy which i had learnt in economics just matched the situation created of shortage of auto in the station.. People drenched, some Under umbrella, some carrying babbies around the waist, some couples holding hands and amongst all of them here i am without an umbrella, heavy bag alomost making me bend backwards, phone in the hand getting wet, waiting for the auto to wait to escort me to the silver valley( Chandi Vali).. 10 mins, 15 mins,,25,, 35,,50mins the patience level checked to the maximum. nevermind i have just come back from raipur a religious trip which inculcated in me the quality of being patient and more patient. i started walking towards home (still raining) annoyed, frustrated and cursing the mumbai autowala s as they refuse to help u i still don know why? Prayers in the mind and just wished an angel would just swing her wand and the auto would stop right next to me to take me home.. But life isnt that easy i had to keep walking for long then suddenly i See some thing huge in red coming my way, nothing scary its the Mumbai bus service popularly known as "Best" but now the happpinesss was not in just finding the bus but to make sure that it was " the " bust hat would take me to my destination..I just walked 2 steps back to see what was the number imprinted on the small corner of the bus and to mu luck it was 421 the bus that drops me home...The happiness has no bounds and the magic wand did come its way..getting into the bus was a sigh of relief but what next..No place to sit , people in front of me smellling of some alcohol, men all around barring the 2 seats in the front especially reserved for the "priveledged class' called the ladies..However after a while i did get a seat but along with that a punch on my eye by the person who just got up to give me that seat and to my surprise he said sorry..i sat and again felt pain on my toes and just realised that some one stepped.. god the anoyance was at the highest level and any confrontation at that moment would have made my finger fold into a puch to hit badly on the face to make sure that the anger is cooled.. after all this jostling and so called joy ride i was dropped to the bus station to walk back home... here i enter Fiorello , feeling glad in the assurance that i atleast "reached' home today. The green salwar kameez with the matching footwear were all wet, the shoulders tired under the burden of the laptop and the mind fucked due to the extraordinary trip that just followed..The lift just arrived and the eyes filled with tear on the verge of wetting my cheeks but that doesnt matter coz if it wanst for these kind events the blog would not have been born at the first place...
Its november rain in mumbai, quite exciting and thrillling...But we mba students have to be stuck inside the four walls to be physically present to ensure that at the end of the lecture "p" appears on the attendance sheet....But who says thats all, apart from that u choose be in the innovation clubs of college popularly known as " innowe' my second home...and after all those meetings comes the best part of getting down to the basement where the recreation room is filled with all the TT mascots to hit shots not on table but on each other..well today even thats was bad, a series of defeat..Finally the clock stuck 8 and the cinderella had to get back home , i put on my id card which i had taken out to play TT carried my heavy bag with laptop and left with a friend towards the station..as i started by saying that it was raining ,, it was still raining ..No umbrelllass but still had to getback home.. Both of us ran towards the station and peacefully caught a train( an empty train - to our surprise)..Me standing at the edge of the train to feel every chillof wind touching my face and cutting accross my duppata hanging outside the train..some gestures asking me to be careful but i just loved it so much with the new atif song ringing bells in my ear may be for the 50th time.. all seemed just so beautiful..Ghatkopar station arrives and as usual I waited for the auto to come so that I could reach home early to finish up the backlogs.Messy station, people crowded like cockroaches( the population just seems to be killing you), busus gushing just half an inch besides u making sure that you make that curve that you just practised while doing one of the asanas in yoga..
The price ceiling policy which i had learnt in economics just matched the situation created of shortage of auto in the station.. People drenched, some Under umbrella, some carrying babbies around the waist, some couples holding hands and amongst all of them here i am without an umbrella, heavy bag alomost making me bend backwards, phone in the hand getting wet, waiting for the auto to wait to escort me to the silver valley( Chandi Vali).. 10 mins, 15 mins,,25,, 35,,50mins the patience level checked to the maximum. nevermind i have just come back from raipur a religious trip which inculcated in me the quality of being patient and more patient. i started walking towards home (still raining) annoyed, frustrated and cursing the mumbai autowala s as they refuse to help u i still don know why? Prayers in the mind and just wished an angel would just swing her wand and the auto would stop right next to me to take me home.. But life isnt that easy i had to keep walking for long then suddenly i See some thing huge in red coming my way, nothing scary its the Mumbai bus service popularly known as "Best" but now the happpinesss was not in just finding the bus but to make sure that it was " the " bust hat would take me to my destination..I just walked 2 steps back to see what was the number imprinted on the small corner of the bus and to mu luck it was 421 the bus that drops me home...The happiness has no bounds and the magic wand did come its way..getting into the bus was a sigh of relief but what next..No place to sit , people in front of me smellling of some alcohol, men all around barring the 2 seats in the front especially reserved for the "priveledged class' called the ladies..However after a while i did get a seat but along with that a punch on my eye by the person who just got up to give me that seat and to my surprise he said sorry..i sat and again felt pain on my toes and just realised that some one stepped.. god the anoyance was at the highest level and any confrontation at that moment would have made my finger fold into a puch to hit badly on the face to make sure that the anger is cooled.. after all this jostling and so called joy ride i was dropped to the bus station to walk back home... here i enter Fiorello , feeling glad in the assurance that i atleast "reached' home today. The green salwar kameez with the matching footwear were all wet, the shoulders tired under the burden of the laptop and the mind fucked due to the extraordinary trip that just followed..The lift just arrived and the eyes filled with tear on the verge of wetting my cheeks but that doesnt matter coz if it wanst for these kind events the blog would not have been born at the first place...
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
certainity in ambiguity
well this story is not a short one but something which carries a lot of history behind it..........2 frends who just met randomly never thought that would be so close to each other...the story of being friends forever might sound cliche but thats what it is all about " u know we are best friends" or "we are just friends"..........long hours of unlimited chat where what made sense is still a question, one string of mails while not around and long night calls on some network scheme to ensure u get the maximum at the cheapest cost( college students yar).....Destined to be never at the same place but ensured that we atleast met... one comment made by him one day which struck the cord of realisation that" do u know in these 5 years we have only met for 5 full days" best friends but irony na......But who said that presence is all that matters..the bond of understanding just gets better and no matter what and how much ever we strive to fight we are unsuccessful( never to say it again Im a bit superstitious on these things)..some rules and fundas in life which would work only in his favour coz this breed of sunsign just thinks that they are at the top of the world already..Rule No. 1- Never get angry. Rule no. 2 - he has the right to say everything" Rule No. 3- I have to forcefuly sign the rule sheet...someone who has never been expressive and have been compelled to be one,, someone who never gave surprise atleast to me for all that i can say thinks something can be done,, someone who has made only one good decision of life of coming to the place where he wanted to be for whatever reason and make the most of it( be it for a small period of time), someone who has seen me crying twice( reason not to be mentioned- Im embarrased),,,,someone whose helped me fill some crapy mba forms to ensure that i too get an mba like he did.....someone who has been my partner in crime for all the parties and sneak outs( blog not to be read by elders),, has been fashion illiterate and crticizing me for wearing velvet for a party,, and most of all likes something in me which the whole world hates and in his language the " the multicoloured flat nose". you know its just that the choices are subjective.....Probably does not like me to be single and desperately wishes that i get hooked to someone , and there is a big bet on this.. stilll waiting for the 15 months to get over to see who wins....iTs gonna be as usual...
So what next.. now i see a transition. Is it that things are actually changing or he is actually changing...and well he says that change is the only thing constant in life..and i totally believe...And irony is that there is certainity in ambuigity - i don know how? some forward messages which never came my way in the past 7 years certainly mean to convey hidden messages through the most powerful medium called sms.. Some stories explicitly mentioned to draw corelation in life,, dialoguess completely influenced by the Bollywood would make u fall flat on the floor( aspirations of becoming the script writer could be looked at) and most of all hidding things from the best friend and trying to create curosity for a month, he says it was just due to bad planning and i still wonder what planning is he talkign about ?? well thsats what certainity in ambiguity... well some body has taught me to complete things once they are started im still waiting for that some body to keep up to his promise.......Probably its just a matter of some time...
Monday, November 2, 2009
Word Of Mouth
Somewhere amidst the Himalayan city
Was located the institution of my knowledge
A place where all the learning’s began known as the college.
The local language influence had its unique way
Of how these three golden words would get me enough pay.
Ek kaan, Do kaan and Makaan was the way I learnt this mantra
And today it is the best marketing tantra.
With the clutter of 1500 ads viewed everyday
The power of words is what ultimately lay
You speak about either what you like or what you hate
This brings about the efficiency rate
The power of words through the mouth interface
Will definitely taking you ahead in the race
A jargon that is a part of every marketing class
is successful only if it reaches the mass
well the crux of it is not just talking about it
but to spread the word enormously to make it a hit
human tendency of believing what others say
surpasses the gimmicks that others lay
make it happen, let it be talked about
you will definitely be accustomed to the clout
the story is not so simple
any misinterpretation would be a pimple rather than a dimple
intricate details to be taken care off
to make sure that the right message reaches the other end
ample number of examples from the past to prove the
from the hereditary passage of the tortoise and the hare story
the life expectancy of this marketing mantra is unlimited
from the Stoneage to contemporary world it remains unshed.
Gossip would be another terminology for these three words
Trust, Reliability and potentiality being the three cords
the indian mentality of making sure that no news remains confidential
making sure that everything is passed and the act is real
The power of words spoken remains unconquerable
The spread is fast, more and unbeatable
Tool needs to be used to its maximum
So that the viral spread reaches all rather than some
Was located the institution of my knowledge
A place where all the learning’s began known as the college.
The local language influence had its unique way
Of how these three golden words would get me enough pay.
Ek kaan, Do kaan and Makaan was the way I learnt this mantra
And today it is the best marketing tantra.
With the clutter of 1500 ads viewed everyday
The power of words is what ultimately lay
You speak about either what you like or what you hate
This brings about the efficiency rate
The power of words through the mouth interface
Will definitely taking you ahead in the race
A jargon that is a part of every marketing class
is successful only if it reaches the mass
well the crux of it is not just talking about it
but to spread the word enormously to make it a hit
human tendency of believing what others say
surpasses the gimmicks that others lay
make it happen, let it be talked about
you will definitely be accustomed to the clout
the story is not so simple
any misinterpretation would be a pimple rather than a dimple
intricate details to be taken care off
to make sure that the right message reaches the other end
ample number of examples from the past to prove the
from the hereditary passage of the tortoise and the hare story
the life expectancy of this marketing mantra is unlimited
from the Stoneage to contemporary world it remains unshed.
Gossip would be another terminology for these three words
Trust, Reliability and potentiality being the three cords
the indian mentality of making sure that no news remains confidential
making sure that everything is passed and the act is real
The power of words spoken remains unconquerable
The spread is fast, more and unbeatable
Tool needs to be used to its maximum
So that the viral spread reaches all rather than some
Friday, October 16, 2009
paanch pandav and draupadi
Foundation fortnight first day...all zapped wondering what is it gonna be like and how the hell will two years be? Glancing at the strangers, eyes all over the place to find the grey matter of my mentality....well some nerds,, some show offs,, some wanna bes,, some trying to be at the top from day 1...well its "mba" M-me , B- best , A -afterall..'" but how does that matter to me , they may be all from the PGDM( no offense) but how bout checking out some from the priveledged batch popularly known as "BD" well now known as "BDRM (retail addition), the batch that i belong to.....
The journey begins and here starts the struggle towards finding or rather meeting the right people....Paanch Pandavs and A Drapaudi(PS- No cheerharan here..)( An analogy drawn- directly or indirectly no refrence to the history).. Every morning struggling to wake up to get to the place for which i had probably written some 100 exams and moreover to confront the most amzing( sarcasm) local trainn journey of getting crushed between some ladies who would keep their mouth as close to mine as if ready for an act( sec 377 highly prevelant), thats not all , the waiting period for a lift to come to take us to room no. 621 was another experience of a kind... Sitting in the class trying to concentrate and make notes so that i could make the most each penny spend but consistency does not come so easy....Distractions are a part of life and whats better then the distractions from frenz who would later be with you for all the while......Admist all the daily chores there were different poles coming together totally unrealised and random..
Let me now introduce you to each one. One fine afternoon sitting on the slab, puposely wanting to be late for the memetics meeting i came across the first Pandav who apparently wanted to be late too...(See the mentality matches)..we just sat, least bothered about what would be the consequences coz there was something else happening at that time... Getting to know each other bettter, well u guys would kill me for mentioning him again but it was regarding Dr. G and thats where it all began.. Though we were different and he probably thought I had attitude but there was a link thats got us together....I hope he would agree to this one...The second pandav , Mr. aquarian , well the name was coined after one farm party( apologies to those uninvited) where sky was not the limit and immaturity continuum followed the maturity continuum and the night took care of the rest... sloshed in the midst of liquid and smoke could not be away from water even once.. Thats aquarian...The third pandav , totally in love with the unshaven moustache and beard socialises to the core and makes sure that none of the chick passes unseen and untalked.. well i was not amongst those chicks passing by but someone who was always a close friend to him.. the one from the beginning.. The fouth pandav,, the recent controversial figure in a dilema of figuring out "Aadat" and "Jarurat", after the tiring day went back to the station together and made sure that we miss atleast 5 trains to crib about what were we doing and is it really worth it.. Here comes the fifth one popularly known as tiger for his "male id" sorry "mail id"... Well a late inclusion but one face that makes me laugh at every word coming out of the mouth.( i din mean to say joker) or for that matter the raised eyebrows and an artificial smile for that every picture being clicked by the digi cam...
Thats how people of all the different genres met and met to have all the fun , to go to the sidey restaurants and make sure that the sanitizers were well used, to make sure that the pandavs did not miss a single opportunity to have that liquid gulped insides at Durga be it class test or the " technology " powered clicker test., to develop new passsion everyday one being having the paan(keemam) so that all the lectures would be fully utilized for effective square table conversations...to celebrate each and every moment together be it the Juhu Beach or the "SIDEY SUTRA".., collectively study and find weird corelations of missiing notes at the presence of someone beside them, , making each project one hell of a fun, an excuse of going rural to make sure that the night does not end and each beat of the "left" speakers at Nashik to dance to Chiggy wiggy but also make sure anyhow the project is done as well........
and thats just the story of 3 months.........so as per the university guidelines we still have approximately 18 months to go........... the fun has just begun...Cheers to us............
The journey begins and here starts the struggle towards finding or rather meeting the right people....Paanch Pandavs and A Drapaudi(PS- No cheerharan here..)( An analogy drawn- directly or indirectly no refrence to the history).. Every morning struggling to wake up to get to the place for which i had probably written some 100 exams and moreover to confront the most amzing( sarcasm) local trainn journey of getting crushed between some ladies who would keep their mouth as close to mine as if ready for an act( sec 377 highly prevelant), thats not all , the waiting period for a lift to come to take us to room no. 621 was another experience of a kind... Sitting in the class trying to concentrate and make notes so that i could make the most each penny spend but consistency does not come so easy....Distractions are a part of life and whats better then the distractions from frenz who would later be with you for all the while......Admist all the daily chores there were different poles coming together totally unrealised and random..
Let me now introduce you to each one. One fine afternoon sitting on the slab, puposely wanting to be late for the memetics meeting i came across the first Pandav who apparently wanted to be late too...(See the mentality matches)..we just sat, least bothered about what would be the consequences coz there was something else happening at that time... Getting to know each other bettter, well u guys would kill me for mentioning him again but it was regarding Dr. G and thats where it all began.. Though we were different and he probably thought I had attitude but there was a link thats got us together....I hope he would agree to this one...The second pandav , Mr. aquarian , well the name was coined after one farm party( apologies to those uninvited) where sky was not the limit and immaturity continuum followed the maturity continuum and the night took care of the rest... sloshed in the midst of liquid and smoke could not be away from water even once.. Thats aquarian...The third pandav , totally in love with the unshaven moustache and beard socialises to the core and makes sure that none of the chick passes unseen and untalked.. well i was not amongst those chicks passing by but someone who was always a close friend to him.. the one from the beginning.. The fouth pandav,, the recent controversial figure in a dilema of figuring out "Aadat" and "Jarurat", after the tiring day went back to the station together and made sure that we miss atleast 5 trains to crib about what were we doing and is it really worth it.. Here comes the fifth one popularly known as tiger for his "male id" sorry "mail id"... Well a late inclusion but one face that makes me laugh at every word coming out of the mouth.( i din mean to say joker) or for that matter the raised eyebrows and an artificial smile for that every picture being clicked by the digi cam...
Thats how people of all the different genres met and met to have all the fun , to go to the sidey restaurants and make sure that the sanitizers were well used, to make sure that the pandavs did not miss a single opportunity to have that liquid gulped insides at Durga be it class test or the " technology " powered clicker test., to develop new passsion everyday one being having the paan(keemam) so that all the lectures would be fully utilized for effective square table conversations...to celebrate each and every moment together be it the Juhu Beach or the "SIDEY SUTRA".., collectively study and find weird corelations of missiing notes at the presence of someone beside them, , making each project one hell of a fun, an excuse of going rural to make sure that the night does not end and each beat of the "left" speakers at Nashik to dance to Chiggy wiggy but also make sure anyhow the project is done as well........
and thats just the story of 3 months.........so as per the university guidelines we still have approximately 18 months to go........... the fun has just begun...Cheers to us............
Wedding bells
kisine saach hi kaha hain,, "agar nahi milta toh khafa na hona kyunki jab milta hain to phir woh chhapar phad ke hi milta hain"... aur aisa hi kuuch humare saath bhi hua hain........its a moment of utter joy and pleasure that not one but two my brothers are all set to tie the knot of love and loads of love.......
well here is something about that one guy who thinks he knows the world better than anyone and y not its not his fault its just that he is a "virgo"...yet another " virgo". The best person i ever know and the scariest i ever know too...with whom since childwood i have lingered and played and dirtied my hands,, with whom i have sang and learnt those diffcult lyrics of some bezerk rock song , with whom i have grooved to all the dance forms in whatever possible way and with whom nothing remains hidden......made sure that his calls reach me when ever im not around and ensures that one smile on my face each n every time..know each other in and out or probably by now can read each other very well.....
One fine day when i saw him lost and occupied, fidgeting with his cell phone , trying to answer to all the possible questions and looking absolutely perplexed, i wondered whats happening????? The fact is that i just wondered for that moment and never asked,, and now the act kept repeating --those late night calls,, the room door being locked for more than 30 mins ,,smiling away to glory without any conversation and making sure that every speck of thought reaches the other end of that electronic device called the cell phone...life was changing and changing for good....me n my little one knew it all now....There were pearls of dreams being stringed into a beautiful necklace which would we worn by the angel on the other side. a beautiful story had started taking shape and me and my lil one were the one to give it a finishing touch.......The day seemed just to short and the night just flew by for him ( I hope the same was on the other side as well)..every other tv saop or movie seemed as if it were meant for him and his life,,every song sang his lyrics and every drive was a drive towards the long awiating destiny...well now was the time to get out of the fantasy world and face the reality, face the reality of confronting to the whole world about the juggling inside the heart and be able to hold to the responsibility so agile and dear..Life doesnt come easy and and yes its good its not easy, otherwise who would remember the moments....Sadness and anger and confusion, every night wondering whether it is gonna happen or not,,,whether i was ryt......He is my bro ' he btter be ryt"... and yes he was.... things fell in place and the two souls who wandered and waited each and every second for things to happen had now no words to express the about the war that they had just won collectively of being together for the rest of their lives..... yupiies its time for celebration and lot of exploration...well ya so thats a Happy ending... OOPS not ending thats just a beggining.......a happy beginning....
This rowdy fellow who never even bothered to pick up his t shirt to hang it behind the door now cares about even a "golden" thermacol ball that comes with the gift packing from her dream girl,, someone who never bothered to even open his own gifts now takes care of each and every wrapping paper that come s along with the gifts,,Makes sure that all the chocolates reamin his room though the space in the mumbai flats do not permit this.........Yes this is what it is... Love and pure love- (Pyar ke side effects)...well happiness is all around the place and the sparkling light of love has enlighten all of us with these two little hearts who are meant to be together....Two pure souls who aspire to make it to through the toughestof storms, the deepest of the sea, the hardest of the wall and two buds of flowers who will reamin together till the last breath...Yes till the last breath........
well here is something about that one guy who thinks he knows the world better than anyone and y not its not his fault its just that he is a "virgo"...yet another " virgo". The best person i ever know and the scariest i ever know too...with whom since childwood i have lingered and played and dirtied my hands,, with whom i have sang and learnt those diffcult lyrics of some bezerk rock song , with whom i have grooved to all the dance forms in whatever possible way and with whom nothing remains hidden......made sure that his calls reach me when ever im not around and ensures that one smile on my face each n every time..know each other in and out or probably by now can read each other very well.....
One fine day when i saw him lost and occupied, fidgeting with his cell phone , trying to answer to all the possible questions and looking absolutely perplexed, i wondered whats happening????? The fact is that i just wondered for that moment and never asked,, and now the act kept repeating --those late night calls,, the room door being locked for more than 30 mins ,,smiling away to glory without any conversation and making sure that every speck of thought reaches the other end of that electronic device called the cell phone...life was changing and changing for good....me n my little one knew it all now....There were pearls of dreams being stringed into a beautiful necklace which would we worn by the angel on the other side. a beautiful story had started taking shape and me and my lil one were the one to give it a finishing touch.......The day seemed just to short and the night just flew by for him ( I hope the same was on the other side as well)..every other tv saop or movie seemed as if it were meant for him and his life,,every song sang his lyrics and every drive was a drive towards the long awiating destiny...well now was the time to get out of the fantasy world and face the reality, face the reality of confronting to the whole world about the juggling inside the heart and be able to hold to the responsibility so agile and dear..Life doesnt come easy and and yes its good its not easy, otherwise who would remember the moments....Sadness and anger and confusion, every night wondering whether it is gonna happen or not,,,whether i was ryt......He is my bro ' he btter be ryt"... and yes he was.... things fell in place and the two souls who wandered and waited each and every second for things to happen had now no words to express the about the war that they had just won collectively of being together for the rest of their lives..... yupiies its time for celebration and lot of exploration...well ya so thats a Happy ending... OOPS not ending thats just a beggining.......a happy beginning....
This rowdy fellow who never even bothered to pick up his t shirt to hang it behind the door now cares about even a "golden" thermacol ball that comes with the gift packing from her dream girl,, someone who never bothered to even open his own gifts now takes care of each and every wrapping paper that come s along with the gifts,,Makes sure that all the chocolates reamin his room though the space in the mumbai flats do not permit this.........Yes this is what it is... Love and pure love- (Pyar ke side effects)...well happiness is all around the place and the sparkling light of love has enlighten all of us with these two little hearts who are meant to be together....Two pure souls who aspire to make it to through the toughestof storms, the deepest of the sea, the hardest of the wall and two buds of flowers who will reamin together till the last breath...Yes till the last breath........
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
13 th october- 3:00am to 5:00 am
Exams over!!! Freedom !!! flew like a free bird!!!!Never thought projects would be so much fun and truly cherish my decision of making it happen that day....the journey begins with beautiful people around me,, howling, singing,, dancing and just us thats it........... who cares about the world.....the sun settles and evrybody is in the groove and rejoicing each and evry moment ... feeling absolutely blessed that all of us met ,,, apologies,,, thankss,,,,friendship all floating in abundance in the air of enjoyment... But admist that there was something esle happening as well, a n act of knowing someone who was just a stranger few days ago but has now become a "NEED".... Well i don know whether its mere observance or the inborn intellect that triggered from within and let the expressions flow .. and not just flow but in just the right flow......Little tipsy,,,Cuddled in the bedsheet and all ready to talk to the stars and be in my dream world i hear a sudden chuckle some body just trying to disrupt my sleep or probably a bell for my knowing my self better......
One voice in the darkness of the night said that there is something about you that attracts .....inquisitive about what would follow the voice continues "Its your simplicity" ..dumbstuck at the simplest point that could come my way......and the emotions of the "light brown" eyes were read in the silent dark night....the conversation had just begun......could feel the intensity of a free bird , a bird who would want to reach the heights do whatever and be whatever and anybody daring to hold me back would get a good "kick on his back" .The third point followed --sounding rather half covinced that im helpful, still unsure but things dont end there the statement turned into surity by another voice who had experienced the gesture of probably being helped or having confronting a situation in which my quality of helping had been justified.....there was a feeling of utter joy and happiness, getting to know so much about urself for the first time without having asked for it...The joy of getting without expecting is anyways thrilling..and that tooo all good, good enough to "woo" somebody...hehehe......as the time passed by the good things continued and this time it was about the aura- " the power of my personality" that attracted the voice who snatched away the silence of the night and got me trapped in the conversation..and if im not wrong the exact words were" he (any boy friend or partner in future) might have an inferiority complex" the aura that you carry is so strong and is something different which pulls attention.....I could not beleive what was happening..the clunged hands were in sweat now,,,time had just flew by and thousand of thoughts sprung my head wondering all night how all this was all ryt and fell in the place?? Can somebody know you so much so soon or is it random ness??/ Welll behind every randomness is also a pattern (a learning from my mentor Dr. G)....I am still looking out for an answer .In trying to be modest i did not hestitate to ask about something that i lacked but there was no answer.........i kept shut and realised that now it was time to cuddle back so that the next day could be utilized efficiently for the job that we had come for......Silence followed...
a while back i just got call that there is something that you lack....It wasnt so easily said ...but yes to my surprise it was right again...the fact that when i get angry , i tend to blab anything and everything which might be an offense to the recipient.....wooof it was analysis of a kind... getting to know myself from some one elses eye in such a close context....Some sunsigns just tend to know u more than what u know urself and this was yet another one......an experience of a kind absolutely unforgettable......At the end im glad the promise given to me was unbroken............
One voice in the darkness of the night said that there is something about you that attracts .....inquisitive about what would follow the voice continues "Its your simplicity" ..dumbstuck at the simplest point that could come my way......and the emotions of the "light brown" eyes were read in the silent dark night....the conversation had just begun......could feel the intensity of a free bird , a bird who would want to reach the heights do whatever and be whatever and anybody daring to hold me back would get a good "kick on his back" .The third point followed --sounding rather half covinced that im helpful, still unsure but things dont end there the statement turned into surity by another voice who had experienced the gesture of probably being helped or having confronting a situation in which my quality of helping had been justified.....there was a feeling of utter joy and happiness, getting to know so much about urself for the first time without having asked for it...The joy of getting without expecting is anyways thrilling..and that tooo all good, good enough to "woo" somebody...hehehe......as the time passed by the good things continued and this time it was about the aura- " the power of my personality" that attracted the voice who snatched away the silence of the night and got me trapped in the conversation..and if im not wrong the exact words were" he (any boy friend or partner in future) might have an inferiority complex" the aura that you carry is so strong and is something different which pulls attention.....I could not beleive what was happening..the clunged hands were in sweat now,,,time had just flew by and thousand of thoughts sprung my head wondering all night how all this was all ryt and fell in the place?? Can somebody know you so much so soon or is it random ness??/ Welll behind every randomness is also a pattern (a learning from my mentor Dr. G)....I am still looking out for an answer .In trying to be modest i did not hestitate to ask about something that i lacked but there was no answer.........i kept shut and realised that now it was time to cuddle back so that the next day could be utilized efficiently for the job that we had come for......Silence followed...
a while back i just got call that there is something that you lack....It wasnt so easily said ...but yes to my surprise it was right again...the fact that when i get angry , i tend to blab anything and everything which might be an offense to the recipient.....wooof it was analysis of a kind... getting to know myself from some one elses eye in such a close context....Some sunsigns just tend to know u more than what u know urself and this was yet another one......an experience of a kind absolutely unforgettable......At the end im glad the promise given to me was unbroken............
Saturday, October 3, 2009
touch points
After a long time i feel like writing again,, wondering what to start with i guess i should follow my style and that is yet another poem.
The title of my poem this time is touch points coz i beleive that everything that matters in life - good or bad touches u in some or the other way and this is about some moments that have touched me in my life.
Sitting and wondering whether this would ever happen,
Never knew everything would come so well wrappen
Life was on a stand still when everything was happenin
and rest goes just off the directions that have been map in
but how does that really matter
when you know that today is the time and rest will just tatter
being mean or selfish sometimes to get the best for me
enthralled to unlock the key
The key to freedom, joy , fun excitement, all that i want
alone which i cant
lounging on a bus stop wondering whom to text
the irony is that heart is still missing the one sitting next
every little emotion taken care of
full attention at a single sneeze or a cough
lost lot of moments while just being cuddled
cherish all those moments which together were muddled
sometimes just wonder how to priortise
u lose the gist in the advent of rise
the process of realisation amkes u feel the worse
but noone esle it urself to curse
Lots of mistakes and errors made
admitting to it churns out the courage and audacity to be laid
never would want to repeat those mistakes
the tough part inside just makes
holding the hands tight to be quiet when required
the irresitible mouth with all the comments wired.
quest to get better at all times
some instinsts chimes
to be aloof and try to be urself
or just be the way - myself
all the up, downs, emotions ,,swings - two sides of the coin
they are all the incidents in mah life - called the touch poin - ts..
The title of my poem this time is touch points coz i beleive that everything that matters in life - good or bad touches u in some or the other way and this is about some moments that have touched me in my life.
Sitting and wondering whether this would ever happen,
Never knew everything would come so well wrappen
Life was on a stand still when everything was happenin
and rest goes just off the directions that have been map in
but how does that really matter
when you know that today is the time and rest will just tatter
being mean or selfish sometimes to get the best for me
enthralled to unlock the key
The key to freedom, joy , fun excitement, all that i want
alone which i cant
lounging on a bus stop wondering whom to text
the irony is that heart is still missing the one sitting next
every little emotion taken care of
full attention at a single sneeze or a cough
lost lot of moments while just being cuddled
cherish all those moments which together were muddled
sometimes just wonder how to priortise
u lose the gist in the advent of rise
the process of realisation amkes u feel the worse
but noone esle it urself to curse
Lots of mistakes and errors made
admitting to it churns out the courage and audacity to be laid
never would want to repeat those mistakes
the tough part inside just makes
holding the hands tight to be quiet when required
the irresitible mouth with all the comments wired.
quest to get better at all times
some instinsts chimes
to be aloof and try to be urself
or just be the way - myself
all the up, downs, emotions ,,swings - two sides of the coin
they are all the incidents in mah life - called the touch poin - ts..
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Unique Creation
born in this world for a task to be fulfilled...
with lot of feelings & emotions sealed
All the enamour & hatred created....
no choice as dilema is in which you lay..
evaluating all the alternatives thinking may be that or this
oh ! lord is that another misss
sometimes you cant just stop thinking
coz ofcourse there is a thin line between bothering and caring
making a move assuring it to be a last one
mind falls and the heart slips, not to be the last in the run
leaving aside everything what is just behind waiting
just bothered about the high end rating
Is it really its worth??
at the end there is name only on one berth....
why do we always want the best
putting ourselves in the rigorous of the test
insecured about a single peck of dust
to be at the pinnacle and accomplish it is a must
drag, run or snatch, all against the batch
land full of black & white patch
it hurts and hurts till the heart weeps
with time the consious desire reaps
let go off the shackles of expectations
break free to fulfill your own ambitions
For whatever to do is to do with fervour & passion
yes we each one are a unique creation.....
ruffle and tumble for
with lot of feelings & emotions sealed
All the enamour & hatred created....
Expectations being the only link associated...
falling into the pitfalls for what others say..
no choice as dilema is in which you lay..
evaluating all the alternatives thinking may be that or this
oh ! lord is that another misss
sometimes you cant just stop thinking
coz ofcourse there is a thin line between bothering and caring
making a move assuring it to be a last one
mind falls and the heart slips, not to be the last in the run
leaving aside everything what is just behind waiting
just bothered about the high end rating
Is it really its worth??
at the end there is name only on one berth....
why do we always want the best
putting ourselves in the rigorous of the test
insecured about a single peck of dust
to be at the pinnacle and accomplish it is a must
drag, run or snatch, all against the batch
land full of black & white patch
it hurts and hurts till the heart weeps
with time the consious desire reaps
let go off the shackles of expectations
break free to fulfill your own ambitions
For whatever to do is to do with fervour & passion
yes we each one are a unique creation.....
ruffle and tumble for
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