Mother Nature Cry

I remeber the stately green pine trees
The cool soft wind of the moor
The stillness of the afternoon
the colours of the setting sun
This beauty, stillness and colour
Was what was our mother nature.

But now the black cloud that brought rain, is filled with smoke
The viel is dusty and smothered as it is filled with smog
The greenery which she once wore
has now beeen tattered and tore
Man for his selfish motive
Has ignored the layer protective
But it had , it had never click
that he was destroying the life, forming the oil slick
The brow is filled with worry
So it is the call of the hour to hurry!!

My brother

A relation that can never be persihed
Will always be cherished
Especially when we are apart
I feel like a broken heart..

Those days of togetherness
When we sat and played
And in my pain and sorrow
You were the one who always helped

Those days when we sand and danced
And in the dreams that we sailed
And at that time when i was sad and alone
you were the one to console..

And ya how can i forget that
When we together sat
And took out the lyrics of the song
which we wanted to sing for long

You were there whenever i wanted
And i miss those paper in which we painted
I eould always want you to be what you are
My brother full of love and care..

Composed - on the occassion of Rakhi for my brother Dhiraj

A world without you...

I can never imagine a world without you
You are the only source due to which i stand here
You make me feel glad
And never allow me to be sad.

The affection I receive from you
Fills me with something that can be done only by few
You are the one and only one I admire
which enlightns me with wild fire!!!

I cant make out what you have is so different???
Which pulls me towards you like an endless scent
You are just a miracle
who has made my life critical..

I know words are not enough
But still i hope you have understood
your importance in my life
which will be well understood if i be your wife....

-Composed in 2002

Depression!!

Well!!! all about impression
Life is full of depression
Here i go there i go
find everything covered with dark snow....

If you do something and is not appreciated
That is what is the most hurted
Now when you try to convince or cry
You loose in all the spirit to try....

When something not good in you
Is pointed again and again in you
That is what is the most painful
Which feels as killing your fervid soul...

Now what will all of you call this??
Would you call it the fault of his
Or a depression just within you
which is descending you in the uprising queue..

Doesnt matter this is the rule of life
One has to laugh and the other has to cry
But try your best to keep away from the depression file
The world will be with you if you smile...

-Composed in 2002

Confused!!!

Confused with all the situations of life
which made me sit down to write
I cant make out for what i am alive
And think why should i die?

Loving me makes me feel glad
Denying me makes me feel sad
Knowing this is the nature human had
Why does thinking this makes me mad?

As life is full of ups and Downs
Difficult to recognize the lady behind the gown
She might be a generous one or a frown
God knows she is from which town?

Why? Why do these questions arise/
Do they have any answers?
Are they just simple questions?
Or those which really create confusion
And makes me CONFUSED????

The two body of particles

I just happen to meet one of my friend today and realised that all the princesses are under the same roof at one of the phase of life..whether you are loaded with the riches or you are from the so called "advanced family" , the word expectations make the whole world go round and round.. Up there as somebody has created two beautiful forms of life was intelligent enough to make the forms just dependent on each other at any cost or would remand the universe to collapse...
Just as simple it may sound to each body of particle and known to the entire universe, things still seem to be ignorant and worst part is that the one who is supressed is also the culprit sometimes...There is sudden spurge of awareness at the knock of that door , with a big black bag in the hand, the glass of water ready and everything at halt... But does that all justify to the time spent by that other particle waiting for the evening for the monotony of the day to change and yet just be at the service..well may sound as respect or the long value tradition but is it just one sided..
Well why do they get all the respect, it is because they have the deep pockets which they presume or also surely for all the time that they take to make it deep.. but today who says that the other particle cannot ...Is the chance given ? Well to most of them not and for the rest of them being a rebel is the solution.. well they say "society" and right from the birth probably live the life for the society , but y? live with all but not always live for all in life , for no body awaits you and noone shall cry with you in your problems, well they may be also but please dont be upset with the echoes of your own voice everywhere else..

It is so easy for that one particle to say that "im just like that" and probably would never change but a singl point of retaliation to it is a real hard burn and might be hurting as well but how does that matter because at the end of the day it is that body of particle.

3 Most Frequently Asked Questions of my life.....

All this while it was just one of them until yesterday when another friend also asked for the same thing and thats when i got the next topic for my blog - 3 most frequently asked questions at this phase of my life..

Before we got Married?

Q1. How did you meet ?

This was the question for which i have multiple choice answers. Well not that way but ya timing of the answer.. i had a 20 min, 30 min and a one hour story to give the description of how we met and what led us to being here .... the starting can be from Nepal where we first met or from Delhi where we first started the mobile from conversations. It totally as per the timeline that suits you and to some extent the kind of spice that you ear likes listening to. By the way all forms of this story has been recited to a couple of them and i have got good feedbacks on them so you need not worry on the consequences. This was infact the even most frequently asked amongst the 3 and the best part is when the stories with full of effort gets over , the reply that i get is " We knew about it "................ U know how it feels then......

Just when the Wedding got over

Q2. So give me the details for all the function of your wedding?

This question was evident for those who were not a part of the wedding and missed it... Not that it was an extraordinary one but the fact that it comes from someone who loves building a base for the story and recites in that way probably the ones who missed would like to have picturesque view of the whole scenario.. well if you are confused here i am talking about myself... And then he story starts right from the time i started putting mehendi till the time i walked out of the venue on the 14th feb not alone but with my life partner.. those few days of complete gliterrati, attention, glitz, love and togetherness..

After Few Months of Marraige

Q3. What is your daily routine?

HAhaha.... Well this question comes especially from those who are at a stage of life where they are not married and are still deciding whether they should or not. probably thats why thy want to know what the daily routine is like when you get married. The fact is that now for this one also i have a fixed answer either starting from 7:30 am or 6:30 am in case i go for a morning walk...:-)

PS- The answers to the following questions have not been given purposely. The answers are available at a call or on face to face meetings for proper expressions understanding..

Tribute to Bachelorwood

The day has come when I pay a tribute to one of the most beautiful time of my life.. Remember when the small little eyes and also a small little nose opened came into this world with aspirations of others to be the doctor in moms eyes and a computer engineer in dads eyes.. But this lil girl had something else, some thing
beyond what others had thought but ofcorse a crazy mind to be a SCIENTIST. Well who said you can't dream , you are a fool if you don't coz then you will never get an opportunity share the stories of your life.. Getting up every morning in the chill of kathmandu, rushing for school in an embarrasing state ;-), gettting calls from unlimited guys and to make sure that
dad doesn't know , put the ringer off..
Spending nights with bade bhai to ensure that next day would be a phd in music and creating music encyclopedia to make sure that nothing has been given a miss.. Playing all sort of games and passion to the level, making us change our clothes to ensure a win in hide n seek.. Standing on the tank and trying hard to get on
the cycle but ooouch - I just fell.. The scars are fresh in mind to remind me of the hard learning to roll the two tyres on the floor and at the same time balancing the body weight ;-)..
Gettting up everymorning and waking up others as well to go to the school not for the tutions but to win the one minute game at the "Morning Glory Amazing Race" track created by one and only us - reserved by the cyclists of teku.
Waiting for as many nepal bandhs to make sure all the heart to heart talks go smoothly at the next building room with the childi girlies.. Code words like maths definitely proved us to be so smart that even golu could understand..:-( but that dint stop us from sharing, when would the art and craft class
play its role to ensure the strong bond of friendship and that's when we created the match box telephone - an antique creation between 2 buildings absolutely harmless and battery less unlike this world modern gadget..

Two hours of loadshedding on tuesdays and thursdays - most awaited to get collected at the terrace and feel the serene breeze of the beautiful valley
touch the skin and be remembered for the rest of the life. Making the revive tents on the terrace and cooking maggie inside the tent.... Celebrating Diwali with a full banf.. Limited crackers , its division and then heating them in the sun to ensure a full blast.. Saving each dust of the Barud and collecting in the hajmola bottle - a nuclear creation by us.. also led to a disaster.. "we are sorry mony" and despite the help , running away from the situation like there is no responsibility and eating gobhi parathas at Rupy's place... - what a rescue...

The festival of colour was no less... excited the whole week to fill the baloons and wait for the d day to come and throw on everybody , our own set of bucket. Playing with zeal and enthusiasm , no worry of the house getting dirty or whatsoever, just play play and play....

After the bits and pits of these fun came the hostel time...tough life but full of fun and frolic.. live life on your own.. Do all the illegal stuff of making maggi , stealing chappatis from the mess and heating the ready to eat veggies to enjoy the hot afternoon lunch... Going up on the terrace to make sure that the network option on the mobile reaches some heights.. Hide under the table for the morning 5'o clock sports and get away with it with the help of any medical excuse.. all was possible... Chilling all night long and getting the exam blues in the morning yet managing to get the best. Life absolutely on the self will and self being the queen with no body to command , order or say anything.. Flying like a free bird where the wings gave the direction and not tht stick asking me to follow.

Danced my way all over the place.. Stayed out of the hostel all night and practiced for some upcoming functions.. some of the favourites to always take care of so nothing to worry. Life is as smooth as an icecream where no responsibility, no hang ups and just nothing to worry about, coz there is always someone behind to take care of that department...

College fun is a different.. sneaking out at nights to pay a visit to the new rock band coming to the city, Going to claridges at the middle of the night just to eat paan.. Paying bribe to the BAI for the custody of the keys to allow ourself of everything that was posssible... Moving out at 10 pm , desperate to watch a movie whether it was a long 3 hour marathon where rani mukherjee could not stop crying.. Waiting for weekend and cousins to come up for the latest party at "elevate" - the most happening club at that time and playing the atif aslam track n- Hum Kissi Galli Ja rahe hain and the Skoda Sunroofff at 4 am.... wow its an ultimate feeling..... Miss those days a lot but the fact that when i look back i feel proud that i had them at some point of life...

Hoping from on city to another and being called the universal citizen... chilling out at noida the most and going for overnight movies where i cudnt stop sleeping... Early morning tutions and getting depressed before the exams and running to m block to have momos and sharing the pain of not being able to study continued.... Dance practices all night continuing till morning and volley ball matches all accross the city.. what a time... Just play, dance and party... worries about the future and what are we gonna make of ourselves - whether its the iims or some ad firm or may be something else not at all thought of... tensions all around...

Then came the city of Mumbai , the city i Loved and respected for all that it does for its people and the safety of its people.. The city that never sleeps and make sure that even you dont sleep before its the time to realise that the next day is also working and not a holiday.. place where i met all the celebrities and organised shows with them... Stayed up all night long to manage and make sure the event takes off well.. Endless calls and co-ordination.. The league of house parties began and now the clubs were a cliche... We learned new way of having fun and spending quality time with the associates.... No tension of the drink and drive policy as you end up spending the whole night talking and bitching anf gossiping and dancing ..... endless stories... Making late night presentations and last minute google searches... absolute confident presenations and walked out with flying colours.. the whole class applied and only 4 students to get a chance to work with the channel "ZOOM".. practiced interview all through the day and night and finally got into the dream project... Went out for events, met the biggies and tried to understand them and their lifestyles..... People have real big monies... showing off the Identity card to get entry at any of the glitterati gates and visit the most glamorous events...

Its never over till the time you have finally done your MBA ;-).. extended years of joy and happiness... Classes till eternity and then the chocolate sandwitch at subhash.. Samosa with al lot of butter... gulshan ki chai and parle G a daily ritual at 4pm.. Star fruit and the street kabuliwals being the favourites to kill the class boredom..Taking ages to decide where to go after the last class and still deciding but that doesnt matter how ever long you take because the time is all yours.. Attending the conferences by bodhi roy on personality development and placement assurance - don know whether he ensured a company placement or life placement well for me the latter worked ;-).. Not that it was his contribution , it was all about the long friendship that eventually took a turn and led me to write this blog because now its that time of life when next morning i will not be waking up at y hose but at his house, the wake up time is not going to be mine but under the pressure of responsibility , time when im not sneaking but go out with proper permission and come back with a deadline, where tutions have no space and the vellagiri will not even come closer to me..

the stories of the golden period are endless................

This post is a tribute to my bachelorwood and salute to all the fun tension free vellagiri non responsive life..........

Tribute to Bachelorwood

For You...

In the rush, in the rain
Everything just flows down the drain
in the crowd and amongst the rush in the train
Or may be in pleasure or in pain

Be it fight over the petty sms or unanswered calls
Never ending walks in the lavish malls
No sleep for the entire night
Thinking he will call in might

Dying to talk out time to talk
Forget about that cozy walk
Wish that all the time could be together
In any season or in any weather

That hussle pussle for every little decision
Decide never to get upset on any of the mission
Excitement for the hotel Dinner or Honeymoon
Cant wait for the time to come soon

The whole world seems to be so different
When the day starts with that morning message sent
Each song seems to be sung for me
I wish i had the remote to make the moments RE

Have written in all situations and for all
Must be wondering why no sms or no call
Well have a different way to say it all
The dreams of living with you big and tall

This numberon any date for me stands precious
For on this day after 4 months is gonna be pious
The countdown for the 2 souls to be one begins
For the 2 little fishes to swim the water of love with their FINS........

-written on 13/10/2010