PRINCESS' LOGICS

To my best man!

2012-01-21T03:18:00.000+05:30

I am getting married in a week,

I know that makes you go weak,

You happened to be the first man in my life,

And now I’m going to be someone else’s wife,

Not that it’ll change the facts about you and me,

But still, quite different, everything will be!

All that happiness portrayed by your smile,

And then those sudden rushes of your bile,

It is obvious how you struggle with yourself,

To accept that I’ll be a trophy of another’s shelf!

You will remain special, just like you’ve always been,

I will always love you, and this, I really really mean!

I will never forget the special moments we shared,

When we showed each other how much we cared,

When we fought bitterly over what’s wrong and right,

And then to sort it out, we hugged each other tight!

Remember how I hugged you and slept like a little one?

Did you then figure out, I’ll be taken away by someone?

Remember how you’d compliment me when I’d cook?

I used to browse for hours together, that recipe book!

When I left the town to study further, I knew you were upset,

But then you understood, it was for a good career’s onset,

Months after months, I kept staying away from you,

And then at times I rushed back- just to be with you,

But whenever came the time to go away again,

Only your eyes showed the separation’s pain!

Your have never been able to speak about your feelings clearly,

But your actions have always conveyed that you love me dearly!

I still remember the look on your face when I got engaged,

I saw the complexity of the smile you had managed,

Down through your cheeks when came those tears,

They clearly expressed all your emotions and fears!

The ceremonies of my wedding, when you will witness,

I can very well imagine the level of your stress,

And when you will put my hand in his hand,

With a trembling body, you’ll manage to stand!

And I still wouldn’t know whether to be happy or sad,

This rush of mixed emotions has made me totally mad!

Sometimes when I look at your face, my mind gets bare,

It questions me, about you, how much did I care?

One moment I feel that I completely understand you,

Another moment I don’t know if I even know you!

Just like you, I’m not good with expressing too,

But I love you a lot, and you know it, don’t you?

The thought of being away from you brings me tears in a moment,

If imagination is so horrifying, reality will be one hell of a torment!

May be we were meant to be away from each other,

But our love is pure and strong, please don’t bother,

I know you feel you won’t have rights on me after I’m wedded,

But trust me- our rights on each other are forever embedded!

The greatest of poets would fail to describe our affinity,

To share our sweetest memories, we will need eternity!

Our relationship is always going to be the most special one,

Nobody can ever replace you in my heart, absolutely no one!

It doesn’t matter that I’ll be called “his wife”,

You will always be the best man of my life!!

We aren’t the only couple, who’ll face this separation- hardship,

This misfortune is a part of every father-daughter relationship,

But when hearts are near, these distances won’t matter,

Our love is the strongest, it will never ever shatter!

Independence of a Lovelorn

2011-11-18T12:38:00.001+05:30

She didn’t even turn her head to look back if he was following her,
In fact, she was really hoping he wasn’t.

Until five minutes ago they were sitting at their usual sit-out café,
Discussing over the same old vicious problems,
Lately, their discussions were more of arguments,
In fact, she didn’t even remember when they last had a healthy discussion.

This wasn’t the worst argument of their life,
They have had much bitter ones before,
But, this one ended in a very abrupt and unusual way.

The argument wasn’t even at the peak of its heat,
When she had suggested that there was no solution to this.

They would always start arguing over unsolvable issues,
Issues that weren’t really issues, but, events from the past,
Events that had left both of them hurt and bruised,
And these discussions and arguments would worsen the bruises.

There was no way one could change what had happened in the past,
They could only learn from the past and be careful henceforth.

So every argument was senseless from a solution perspective,
And her suggestion of burying the past was quite a logical one.

But, he had suddenly over-reacted to this suggestion,
He had said that they should end everything between them,
And she also had sternly agreed to it without wasting a moment.

Resultantly, both of them stormed out of the café door simultaneously,
And their paths also happened to be in opposite directions.

This wasn’t the first time he had proposed a break-up.
It had happened two more times very recently.

They had been in a romantic relationship for more than 3 years,
And they had plans to spend their entire lives together.

It was a really strong attraction that had this relationship started,
And it had grown into a quite strong one, apparently,
But then, it wasn’t a fairytale anymore as it had started.

In fact, just after the initial 6 months or so, it started turning bitter,
More of fights and less of love, more of arguments and tensions,
Much more of expectations and less of consideration and understanding,
This is how it had kept on going for almost three years now.

May be it wasn’t supposed to last forever at all,
May be it was just an infatuation from both the sides,
And it got dragged a bit too much under the pretext of love.

Both of them had started pointing out each other’s faults,
As if it were a race for showing the other person down,
They kept on justifying their own acts all the time,
May be they should’ve understood they weren’t compatible.

She was thinking how every time they fought, she had apologized,
Not that she was the only person at fault all the time,
But she knew she needed to do that for keeping it alive,
Just for the sake of the wilting relationship, she kept doing it.

She also had a ton of an ego which she brushed aside after every fight,
While he kept on wagging his tongue to the tune of his inflated ego,
She kept compromising for love which had turned into a mystery.

She was thinking how she had cried bitterly for nights together,
When he would stop taking her calls after smallest of issues,
And she would keep calling him, hoping to sort out and say she loved him.

For her, it had always been about winning his love for a lifetime,
Because she knew they couldn’t live happily forever without love,
But for him, it was always about proving himself right,
He couldn’t let go of his ego for anything, not even love.

She remembered how he never even bothered about her possessiveness,
In fact, her possessiveness was his favorite topic for making fun of her,
He used to make fun of a lot of her feeling which she entrusted him with,
He hadn’t even bothered when she told him she feels like a lovelorn person.

It was almost ten minutes since she was walking from out of the café,
And strangely, she wasn’t crying or sad or upset or hopeless,
She wasn’t even thinking of calling him up and patching up again,
She had had enough of it and wasn’t willing to take it anymore,
She felt a strange feeling of lightness as if she was relieved of a burden,
As if, finally, she was a free bird wanting to truly enjoy her freedom.

She was really confused as to who she was,
She had changed a bit too much for the sake of his likings,
She was barely even a bit of herself for the past few years,
She just couldn’t feel anything from her persona alive.

She kept wondering what had made her so strong to accept the break-up,
She remembered how she would shatter with the thought of losing him,
How she would never listen when everyone said he wasn’t worth her love,
How she would fight with her friends who asked her to leave him.

She had never bothered about his failures, which were a bit too many,
She had never bothered about his narrow-minded mentality,
Not even his constant bickering would stop her from loving him,
She had totally dedicated herself to him and this relationship.

She knew he took a lot of advantage of her unconditional love for him,
But she would always think that was okay, after all, she was all for him,
She also knew he always took her for granted, and on being confronted,
He would bluntly agree and justify by saying thats his trust on her.

But, this time, she was very firm on not attempting to patch up,
She felt that it was the limit of everything she could’ve tolerated,
Her capacity for his bullshit was already over-utilized and that was it.

She felt he should’ve respected her, and her love for him,
He shouldn’t have treated the relationship like a TV Set,
It wasn’t just about his whims and fancies, she had some too,
And she wasn't an object to be taken for granted all the time.

She was amazed with the sweet feeling that suddenly filled her,
The feeling of being herself, independence, having personality,
Of being an individual more than his partner, of being alive,
Of breathing in fresh air, the air of freedom and relief.

She also felt more confident, like she used to be earlier,
She started believing in herself and that she had a life too,
She finally felt like she could do whatever she wants to,
Without worrying about how he would respond to it.

She could wear whatever she liked, without any fears,
She could spend her own money the way she loved to,
She could talk to all her friends without any stupid issues,
She had no fears and no silly botherations, not any more.

But she suddenly felt like all this could be a myth,
What if he was following her and would sort it out right there?
What if he was just waiting for her to turn around and hug him?
Would she never really be independent of the corpse of love?
Would she still need to carry the burden any longer?

She didn’t really want to turn around to see him there,
She wanted to be herself and not his puppet anymore,
She just didn’t want this feeling of freedom to vanish.

She had re-discovered herself after what felt like an era,
And she didn’t want to let it be short-lived.

Scared and hesitant, she slowly turned her head around,
And then she smiled as if her biggest wish was granted,
It struck her that she didn’t even need to verify,
She should’ve known he was long gone with his ego,
Obviously, expecting her to follow him, as usual,
And she happily walked ahead with just one resolution-
She’d never change herself for anyone, anymore!

तुम बिन... तन्हाइयाँ!

2011-09-22T11:25:00.002+05:30

यही मौसम यही समा था

ये दिल भी क्या आवारा था

कैसा मस्त वो ज़माना था

मन ख़ुशी के गीत गुनगुनाता था

ये हवा भी क्या दीवानी थी

करती अपनी मनमानी थी

बारिश की बूंदे हम पे उडाती थी

और मन के मोर को गुदगुदाती थी

आपकी कातिल नज़रें वार करती थी

और इस नादां दिल को घायल करती थी

फ़िर प्यार भी हम से बेशुमार करती थी

और हमे उस प्यार में पागल करती थी

आज भी वही मौसम है वही समा है

शाम आज भी उतनी ही जवान है

आज बारिश की बूँदें आपकी यादें लेकर आयीं हैं

इन बेकरार नैनों में आँसू लेकर आयीं हैं

इन होठों पे आपका नाम अब भी आता है

इस दिल में आपका ख्याल अब भी आता है

अब यही समा आपकी याद में रुलाता है

आपसे मिलने को ये मन खूब छटपटाता है

बेकरार हैं ये नैन आपकी एक झलक देख पाने को

बेचैन है ये मन आपकी एक मुस्कान देख पाने को

कंपकंपाते हैं ये हाथ आपको फिरसे छू पाने को

लपलपाता है ये मन आपको बाहों में भर पाने को

हर झोंका हवा का आपकी याद दिलाता है

जैसे हर पल आपको दिल के और करीब लाता है

बीते दिन याद करके मन मंद-मंद मुस्काता है

देखते हैं कौनसा करिश्मा फ़िर हमें मिलाता है!

(Another attempt at Hindi Poetry - 12.09.2011)

Resistance And Change!!!

2011-08-06T01:43:00.004+05:30

Some losses are permanent, they are never recovered
Some facts are always hidden, never discovered

Some truths always hurt, they never please
As if they are as incurable as a fatal disease

Some keep loving the other like there's no tomorrow
While all they get every moment is only sorrow

Some dreams always remain dreams, never come true
Some moments always make you griefstruck and blue

Some memories always bring you tears
And there are no cures for some fears

Some people dear to your heart always stay far away
And those you hate, from you, never separate their way

How sometimes change is the one that's most resistant!
And they say that in life, change is the only constant!!

Being A Spinster!!!

2011-07-07T16:01:00.000+05:30

I lean over the window-pane,
And glance along the below lane,
I take a small sip from my glass of wine,
And silently wish someone was mine!

When I had the time to choose a mate,
I never bothered and left it to my fate,
Every man that came my way,
I always ensured he moved away.

Not that I had never felt the same,
But I thought being in love was lame,
I wish I had never imposed this ban,
Without an exception, on every man!

Now I wish I had someone all mine,
Who could share with me, this glass of wine!
Even if he were away, several hundred miles,
He would at least call me, giving me smiles!

As I see the clouds getting ready to rain,
I wish I had someone to share my pain,
Someone with whom in these rains I'd drench,
And on turning cold, his fist I'd clench!

I see the old couple in the neighborhood,
They seem together forever, since childhood,
Wouldn't it be wonderful to have a companion?
Who'd ride the bike of life, with you as a pillion!

The young couple is dancing in the rainy street,
And they seem to be enjoying it, like a great treat,
While I think I'm going to be alone every night,
I hold my wine glass, all the more tight!

I wish I gave a thought when the world said,
Staying alone could feel like life is unpaid,
I wish I took things in the right sense then,
When I had a space in the hearts of many men!

But I chose to take the road that was less taken,
Why didn't at the right time, my mind awaken?
Who's going to accept me now with these wrinkles and sags?
Apart from this bottle of wine and a few fags?

Wish I realized how important it was to have someone,
To wait for him to come home, to be his loved one!
When I hear the young lady upstairs moan,
With all my senses, I deeply mourn!

Who will forever take care of my needs?
Who will gift me necklace of metal and beads?
Will I always have to let my thoughts remain unspoken?
The glass accidentally slips from my hand, it is broken!

The fall of the glass, makes me utter a scream,
Oh! I was sleeping, and this was just a dream.
It is time hurry up and get ready for my new date,
And I know my nightmare is not going to be my fate.

Perfectly Imperfect!!!

2011-05-25T15:32:00.001+05:30

I have been a perfectionist all my life,
And dreamt of creating a perfect life,
I have always wanted everything just right,
And wanted to avoid otherwise, that might!

Dreaming of perfection is not at all a bad thing,
What's wrong if you can cook, dance and sing?
Things should either be perfect or simply absent,
This is the attitude that took my brains on rent!

I dreamt of perfect happiness and perfect smiles,
I dreamt of perfect people spread across the miles,
I dreamt of perfection spreading like forest fires,
I dreamt of happiness for all, which never ever retires!

And, whenever I woke up to reality's claps,
I felt my dreams had set for me - these traps,
Then I tried to analyze the authentic situation,
I tried to decipher the subsistence of perfection!

And I realized perfection is just hallucination,
More like a ghost, it's just this mind's illusion!
Perfection doesn't exist, it's simply impossible,
Imperfection is much more honest and plausible!

Life comes full circle, but that circle isn't perfect!
The prospect of a perfect world, itself is imperfect!
That's why life has its own imperfect way,
Around Perfection, it doesn't at all sway!

Only in dreams, is life a pathway of rose-petals,
The reality also consists of thorns and metals,
I'm contented I'm not perfect; at least I'm genuine,
In my own world of imperfections, I'm the queen!

I feel Perfection is simply for intuitive adoring,
Perfection in reality could be truly madly boring,
In being imperfect, I guess, lies all the fun,
I'm so glad I'm a Perfectly Imperfect One!!!

My Special Relationship…

2011-04-28T00:10:00.002+05:30

Prologue

He slapped my guy and pushed so hard that my guy fell a considerable distance away from me. He then attacked me with an unbelievable force. There was intent. He was resolute. I fell on the beach. Then he threw himself all over me, almost entering me in every possible way. Even before I could bring myself together and comprehend what was happening, he threw himself on me, pushing me towards the beach and pulled me back to him, still being all over me. Carnal. I was dizzy, even high with all that sea water inside me. Moments later, he again pushed himself all into me, pushing me harder towards the beach and pulling me more towards himself. A déjà vu of what transpired a while back. He was totally wild today. And I had never seen him like this before. Animal! I cussed under my breath.

Do I feel violated? Or was this relationship leading to all this in the most natural way?? Should I look back in time to analyze how it has been???

About since a year ago, in Mumbai

I arrive in this city and my guy wants me to meet "him", my guy's close buddy since childhood.

My guy introduces me to him. And I feel like I'm in love with him. Yes, it was love at first sight, however clichéd it may sound, but this was really special.

He becomes my solace, the only source of respite from the busy and taxing Mumbai life, which I hadn't quite coped up with. He is the only thing I thanked Mumbai for.

There was something about him, I couldn't understand. May be it was his resemblance with life. His unpredictability. His mood-swings. He mirrored Mumbai, however, that seemed illogical superficially. His liveliness. That energy and sparkle that I could feel in life, always reflected in him. That is why he always attracted me, I guess.

Sometimes we spent whole evenings together. Sometimes there were late-night dates. When I came across him while hanging out with friends, I would totally ignore my friends and just be with him. Sometimes, I would slip out of office during the lunch break to share a few moments with him. It had always been very special, every moment.

I could never have enough of him. Although I could never spend too much time with him, but every moment had always been special.

It wasn't a usual relationship. He wasn't like anybody else. He would always be all ears for me. No matter what I said, good or bad, he always listened to me. But he never replied, he was a patient listener but a poor talker. He probably wanted me to listen to my heart more than anybody else. He probably thought that what others say about your life is noise. He didn't want to contribute to the noise, probably. He always kept silent so that I could listen to the voice of my heart. And strangely, this philosophy worked.

I always felt better after spending time with him. I could just sit near him and not say a word, just keep looking at him. Yet, it felt as if he could listen to my thoughts. There were also these times when I was in a really chirpy mood and would go to see him. He would again do the same, listen to me. I never felt bad about his silence. He had his own ways to show his participation in my joys and sorrows. That contented me.

I never even felt I was cheating on anybody with him. I loved spending time with him. In the initial few days, I could spare a lot of time for him. But slowly it kept reducing. No, the charm never faded. It was only about my availability. Even a single moment of silence spent together would suffice. We never had to bother about the quality of the time spent.

But of late, it had been a long long time since I had spent any time with him. I knew he was always there for me. I never really had to care about any regular meetings or dates. No matter how much time-distance separated us, I knew he would always be there.

Yesterday, at Baga Beach in Goa

I had had loads of fun yesterday. I had spent some nice time with him - playing, running around, giggling. Parting was a little painful, it always is. But I had to go. I was really tired of the sleepless 30 hours spent travelling, working, and reading. I had not planned to meet him right after reaching Goa. I wanted to take some rest before we met. I wanted to be fresh so that I could enjoy every moment with him.

But that attraction couldn't let me stop myself.

And I did end up seeing him immediately. Actually, I'm not sure what my guy knows about my connection with him. He only knows I enjoy my time with him. So, "we" ended up seeing him immediately.

We had had a nice time together, the three of us, on this beach full of romance. There were people enjoying all over the beach. There was so much joy in the air, it almost felt like a sweet-dream.

Being with him in Mumbai had been a lot different. It was only platonic there. But here, it was a lot more. We played a lot on the beach. I still couldn’t get enough of him. But, like I've mentioned, I needed some rest. So, I left with a half-heart. I knew I could meet him the next day as well. And I should have eagerly waited for it.

But, strangely, I found myself trying to avoid him today. It was a pretty lively Sunday and I could see people chilling out on this most happening beach of Goa.

We went to the beach and enjoyed the sight of people having such a gala time.

I had already told my guy I wasn't in a mood to meet him. Despite okaying the thought earlier, on reaching the beach, my guy insisted on meeting him. I told my guy to carry on while I would sit away and watch the frolic from a distance. But eventually, I had to give in to meeting him. I wasn't feeling too right about it. However, it had almost become unavoidable.

So here I was, with my guy and him. We started playing on the beach, like, running around and talking and giggling. It was all pretty joyful. I wasn't feeling awkward anymore. In fact, I was enjoying myself more than yesterday. And then, suddenly something strange happened.

Probably he presumed consent because I went to him. And probably it was because of the full moon day approaching that he was so high. Its weird how my sea had such a close connection with the moon, so far away. May be distances don't really matter when the connections are strong.

I was totally flabbergasted with this wild love-making session with the sea. I could feel him everywhere inside me. I couldn’t understand if he was a part of me or I was a part of him. It wasn't anything like normal. It was beyond human. It felt totally crazy. And I don't feel snubbed or violated. I know he is always going to be there for me, just like he has always been- a patient listener, a poor talker, caring, understanding, all absorbing, and always available. May be this was the time he expressed his love for me, in an attempt to prove that he isn't that poor a talker as I have always accused him to be. After all, actions speak louder than words, don't they?

[Congratulations Gautam for your editorial debut. You shall be offered a really lucrative job when i become a full-time author. Until then, be patient.]

His Silent Sobs!!!

2011-04-18T16:19:00.004+05:30

Born in a small village in Uttar Pradesh, I was a naughty child,
Even on my disasters, my dad would punish me mild,
My mom said I was the apple of her old eyes,
We all were happy together, it felt very nice.

I spent all my childhood, lazing away with pals,
Unaware of large buildings, cities and malls,
My village was my world, I was a happy kid there,
Where every house and heart, to each other was near.

As I grew up, I realised life was quite tough,
Dealing with it, my parents' hands grew rough,
I was a grown-up too, and had to share the weight,
I even felt bad that may be I realised this very late!

I wanted to do something quickly, to earn big bucks,
But it wasn't possible by farming chicken and ducks,
So I decided to do something that made my parents cry,
But I knew the money would soon puff those tears dry.

I knew I drove pretty well, all the farmers would agree,
For driving tractors in their farms, they could award me a degree,
I decided to go to Mumbai, that’s called the city of dreams,
I would drive autos and taxis there, be a part of drivers' teams.

My mom totally cried her eyes out,
Dad too was upset, without a doubt,
They said they were happy in rags, wanted no riches,
They like their old clothes with hundreds of stitches.

But I was firm, to give them a better life,
I was ready to undergo a period of strife,
Would earn lots of money and save some,
So I can come back soon, back to my home!

With a heavy heart they agreed, what else could they tell?
But before I left, they wanted to hear my wedding bell.
I got married to this girl, as beautiful as the crescent moon,
I knew she'd take care of my parents, and be a real boon.

I had a beautiful month with my new bride,
I'd bathe her in money, I thought with pride,
Promising to call every week and meet every year,
I bade good-bye to each person who was my dear!

Then, to fulfil all my dreams, I arrived in this city that never sleeps,
I couldn't get off my head, the sound of my mom's and wife's weeps,
It wasn't as easy to live alone, as I had thought,
Had for this loneliness, with my family I fought?

But the toughest part was over and now I had to be strong,
I knew that my faith in myself would never prove me wrong.
So all set for every experience, I started to drive,
I was pretty sure, my family, of nothing would deprive.

I drive hundreds to their destinations each day,
And during those trips, a lot of things they say,
I hear all their conversations, and remain noiseless,
Even if I want to advise them, I remain voiceless.

There are husbands and wives that bitterly fight,
I can only miss my loving wife, every day and night,
There are young kids who lie to their mother,
When will I see mine? I can't help but bother.

The homesickness doesn't make me sick however,
I'm more motivated to work harder than ever,
I drive for all the more hours, may be 15 each day,
And I should be able to go back soon, I kind of pray!

Over is a year, and its time for an annual visit to motherland,
They're awaiting my arrival eagerly, with a flower-garland,
I go back to my village, my home, to my beloved folks,
And quickly passes a month, filled with love and jokes.

And the night before I leave, as if, for the war-field,
Talks to me, my bride, with her eyes tears-filled,
She says she doesn't like it without me, its too lonely,
And I assure her, it’s a matter of some more time only!

In a similar fashion, pass a few more years,
Slowly, with time, dried are her tears,
My parents died in their rags, not riches,
And garments for my kids, my wife stitches!

I skipped meals and saved more money,
Sending kids to school, isn't at all funny,
I missed seeing their first walks,
I missed hearing their first talks.

After every trip to home, I decided to put an end,
This would be the last time, I would purely intend,
But time kept passing, seasons after seasons,
My return kept delaying, reasons after reasons!

Now my kids are taller than me, not kids anymore,
But I still need to earn money, may be, a little more,
I don't know for how much more time, here I'll stay,
My head is half bald now, with scanty hair thats gray!

I still drive hundreds of passengers many places,
And back to my family, only my memory traces,
I see young girls and guys, they're all so fine,
Oh! So dearly, I miss those of mine!!

Is this a vicious cycle, I got trapped into?
Is there nothing that I could undo?
I missed living with my parents, kids and wife,
For all my life, I feel sorry, I kept missing life!

My Fallen Angel !!!

2011-02-14T19:50:00.001+05:30

When you had fallen from the Heavens up there,

I certainly knew God had sent you for me here,

I rushed towards you to check if you were hurt,

But you sparkled, without even a speck of dirt!

When life seemed dark, your smile shone bright,

Even with those lost hopes, everything felt right,

I loved you so much, you were always on my mind,

It wouldn't be amiss to say your love made me blind.

You were shy, and I knew it was an angelic feature,

I admired you, Oh so much! My Heavenly Creature!!

You were my cute Angel, Fallen for me on this earth,

Only for me, Oh Cutie! You were granted this Birth!!

You brought me good luck, my only lucky charm,

I would keep you precious, never allow any harm.

I would save you from the witches' enchantment,

And keep you aloof from the bitches' entrapment!

If you were just a dream, I wanted it to end never,

And for that my love, I was ready to sleep forever,

Nightmares of losing you, made me find a way,

That would keep us together forever, my way!

I knew if you ever walked off leaving me deserted,

You'd come back to me sooner, my heart asserted,

For our love, with this world we could have fought,

Would it really happen or so I merely thought?

I would hold you so strong, never let you fall,

That descend from the Heavens, would be all.

But fallen you had once, and fell you again,

That one was a pleasure, and this one - pain.

I thought life was complete and love graven,

The day, for me, you had fallen from Heaven,

But to all my love, bringing shame and disgrace,

You, my beloved Angel, have fallen from grace!

I wouldn't loathe your presence, but continue your addiction,

Only if you hadn't lost your respect yourself in my conviction,

I'm glad you were just a charming dream that forever didn't last,

Not my mind's entirety, you deserve just a modest corner in my past!

A non-mysterious Murder...

2011-02-09T01:54:00.000+05:30

He was a cool guy. Tall, dark and average looking. Not that he had many friends or that he was too popular or a ladies' man, but he had a few friends which were very close to him and he meant a lot to them. In short, he wasn't a socialite as such but wasn't a loner either. He had a respectable social stature. A very intellectual person. Excelled in most things he ventured into. Had vast knowledge, could be spoken with regarding any topic under the sun. Quite a fun loving person. A dependable confidante for most of his friends. He also had an excellent sense of humor. Quick-witted, sarcastic humor. He knew exactly what needs to be said to whom in what kind of situation. He was an exceptionally caring person for his friends and family. Very very closely attached with his family. An extremely affectionate person. A lover of good food. A true appreciator of all forms of art. Endeared by all his friends. Respected by them. He was looked up to by his friends and family when they needed any help, practically and emotionally. He had the capability to be objective and analyze situations in that light. He was a sensible and a sensitive person. He wasn't too brave or daring but at least loved the ideas of adventures. He never had the best of anything but knew how to make the most of whatever he had. And he was satisfied with his life. He believed he didn't have any problems with his life and was quite happy with his life on a whole. A dog-lover. Quite amusingly gifted to note details of things. He also had the gift of gab. Loved to gossip. Had the capability to make one feel comfortable and valued in his presence. He always voiced against the wrong and stood by it till the end. He fought for others. Down-to-earth. Enviably happy and content with his life. He was a man with self-respect. In one word, he was Awesome.

And then, he let a girl enter in to his life.

All the awesomeness walked out of his life. His obvious problem was Choice. He made the wrong choice. He let the wrong girl enter his life. Now he's treated much worse than one would ever treat a dog. He never gathered the courage to object her when she was wrong. He can’t fight even for himself. And she never realized it on her own. Now he has friends, but no freedom to be with them. He is too tied up fulfilling her whims and fancies. No more attached to his family. Has lost the appetite for happiness, probably even forgotten what happiness and contentment feel like. Hasn't had fun in ages and forgotten what smile and laughter are. Humor? Not in touch with that either. Now, there's only one word for his condition: Awful. Friends can’t help but pity his life. She is the murderer. But it was no back-stabbing. He chose it for himself. She murdered his awesomeness, and he let her.

True Story.

Eternal Retrospection!

2011-01-24T21:40:00.002+05:30

I look into the mirror with my lips smiling

And I'm quite aware my mind has qualms piling

I move closer and peep into my own eyes

And suddenly my dazzling smile dies

Is my life as perfect as I had premeditated?

Or has it, on a wrong path, widely deviated?

Now my lips neither smile nor frown

And in this important thought, I drown

Did I move on to fulfilling dreams I had treasured?

Or by my own wrong choices, was I pressured?

I know that it isn't exactly as I had always wanted,

But with every wrong thing, it isn't even haunted!

Nothing is wrong, yet nothing is right!

In nothingness, with this world I fight!!

Is the delicate drape of my fancies torn

Because every rose comes with a thorn?

Are my desires too much to gain

That it takes bearing so much pain?

No, I'm not a coward; pain I don't fear!

But so much on my mind is still unclear!!

Is it the world that's really so rough?

Or is it my mind just playing tough?

I have seen everything has always had a reason,

Why do I still feel there's surely some treason?

Why can't I decide if it’s all good or very bad?

I don't even know whether I'm joyful or sad!

Nothing is wrong, yet nothing is right!

In nothingness, with Myself I fight!!

Everything Passes By!

2010-11-03T20:14:00.003+05:30

The long summer days when you drench in sweat,

The pouring rainy evenings that make you all wet!

The cold nights that make you shiver,

The chills that make you quiver!

The stress at work that makes you mad,

The failures that make you feel bad!

The success that makes you brightly shine,

The bottles of champagne & glasses of wine!

The moments of anger, disgust and pain,

The times when you feel like all is in vain!

The tears you shed when reality bites,

The joy you feel on flying kites!

The speed of a super-fast life,

The sharpness of a brand-new knife!

The brightness of a shining light,

The glories of a brave Knight!

The smiles, laughter and little joys,

The innocence of those young boys!

The pride and joy of having power,

The sweetness of a fresh flower!

The strength of those tall pillars,

The ugly phase of caterpillars!

The carefree days of your childhood,

The taste of your favorite food!

The excitement of that first date,

The curiosity to know your fate!

The subtle pain of your wisdom tooth,

The long queue outside a telephone booth!

The charm of that attractive smile,

The energy to run that extra mile!

The smell of your freshly painted house,

The adjustments with your new spouse!

The love for your new car,

The pain of a fresh scar!

The time when you badly miss your best friend,

The time when you wish that the hardships end!

The value of every breath,

And finally the fear of Death!!!

[Composed on 19.10.2010 and 20.10.2010]

Friday, The 13th...

2010-09-09T20:18:00.001+05:30

Last month came Friday, the 13th. Gosh its been almost a month since this post has been pending. My Mumbai life is too busy to find time for good activities like blogging. Anyways, so this is about a normal day in my Mumbai life when i went to the office and was returning home with a not-so-normal, rather severe back-ache.

Almost after 75 mins of travel, when my local-train was about a few stations away from home, i started feeling very thirsty. But when i opened my bag, i realized that i had forgotten my water-bottle in the office. This had happened for the first time. But, since i wasnt too far from home i thought it wasnt too difficult to control my thirst for another 45 mins. Yes, 45 mins isn't a long travel-time in Mumbai. Little did i know that the back-ache and thirst were just the beginning.

When i reached near home, i thought of first picking up the routine stuff like green-grocery, milk, etc. so that i wouldnt need to come downstairs again for all these trivial, yet important tasks. So i did that and thus, loaded with lots of stuff i climbed upstairs. While searching my bag for the house keys i realised that they were missing and probably for the first time i had forgotten my keys inside the house itself.

So i called up Archana, who shares the house with me, only to find that my calls were unanswered. Thinking she might be in the train and wouldn't have realised her phone ring, i was kinda content that she might just be reaching too. Her office is only about 30 mins of travel from home and it was her usual time to return home as well. After a while, she returned my call to check why had i called her. And i was told that she had travelled another 45 mins away for a meeting. This too had to happen? Understanding that patience was the only thing that i had to bear now, i sat outside my building and decided to be calm.

Then, immediately, i thought of calling up the owner of my rented-apartment to check if he could lend me his set of spare keys for the time being. I knew he stays about 15 mins away from my house. So, i called him up and he asked me to go to his place and collect the keys from his mother or wife or whoever is at home. He gave me his address and said he would call up home and instruct to hand me the keys.

I hired an auto-rickshaw and told him the address. After going into a few wrong lanes, i finally reached the place in about 25 mins and asked the driver to wait while i quickly got back with the keys. Happy that i would finally get to quench my thirst and rest my back, i reached back home in another 15 mins. I opened my purse to pay Rs.70 to the driver only to realize that i had finished all my money in buying the routine stuff. But now, i had the keys so i requested the driver to hang around for a couple of mins while i just hopped upstairs and got him the money from the cash i kept inside my apartment. The driver, luckily, agreed without raising an eyebrow.

Carrying all the stuff with the back-ache and thirst, when i tried to open the door, the keys wouldnt turn. After trying for a few mins i realised that probably i was given the wrong set of keys. I rushed to the general stores downstairs and asked the owner to lend me a 100 bucks to pay to the auto-rickshaw guy. And then, i sat outside my building waiting for Archana to return. I was back to square one despite trying everything i could and spending energy and money for nothing fruitful. After about 15 more mins, Archana finally returned and i then got to quench my thirst and rest my back.

Little did i know that the kind of stories i used to cook up during school-life for writing essays such as "An adventurous day in my routine life" would turn out to be "A True Story"!!!

मीरा का प्रेम!

2010-06-11T19:47:00.014+05:30

यूँ तो विश्व की हर ख़ुशी मेरे पास है

किन्तु फिर भी आज ये मन कुछ उदास है

लगता है जाग उठी फिर तुम्हे पाने की वो आस है

शायद इसलिए आज फिर ये मन उदास है!

आज भी याद है वो पल जब तुम्हे खोया था

दिल मेरा किस तरह से चीख चीख के रोया था

तुम वो सपना हो जो मैने बचपन से संजोया था

कैसे भूलूं वो दिन जब तुम्हे पाकर मैने खोया था!

एक अल्प सी मुलाकात थी जब तुम्हे जाना था

प्रेम मेरा निश्चल था, ये तुमने भी माना था

फिर उसके बाद हमे अलग अलग राह अपनाना था

बताओ इतना आसान कैसे ये कह पाना था?

क्या तुम्हे लगे मेरे प्यार के वचन झूठे

या किसी और कारण से तुम मुझसे रूठे

तुमसे दूरी का दुःख हर ख़ुशी मेरी लूटे

क्यूँ मेरे प्यार के सपने सारे टूटे?!

क्या मुझसे कोई भूल हुई जो तुम दूर चले गए?

या किसी विवशता में तुम कठोर बन चले गए?

इतना तो बता दो की क्या प्रेम मेरा साथ ले गए

या उसको भी तुम रास्ते में कहीं छोड़ कर चले गए?

सुना है कई बार मैने की साच को कोई आंच नहीं

जिसे तुम तोड़ गए वो ह्रदय था मेरा, कोई कांच नहीं!

सच्चा है प्रेम मेरा, इसे झुठला सकती कोई जांच नहीं

एक ही है प्रीतम मेरा, द्रौपदी की तरह कोई पांच नहीं!!

लौट आओगे फिर से तुम, आज भी ये आस है

आज भी तुम्हारे प्रेम को पाने की वो प्यास है

टूटा हुआ ही सही, 'मीरा' का ह्रदय तुम्हारे पास है

मेरे जीवन की साँसे, तुम्हारे लौट आने की आस हैं!!

[My first composition in Hindi :) ]

The Reason...

2010-05-18T04:00:00.003+05:30

Many a times you feel very happy or sad, so much so that it shows up in every thing you do. You might not care about what people around you think of whatever you do in that flow of the feeling. You might just sing loudly, dance around, walk with a sway, giggle and chuckle, crack stupid jokes or sit quietly with a long face, not respond to conversations properly, be gloomy even in an environment of total fun.

In either of the cases, people around you who care about you would ask you the reason for your happiness or sadness. And you wouldn't mind telling them provided that you knew the reason yourself. And then you start thinking about the reason why you feel that way.

I feel one should try to find the reason for sadness only and not that of one's happiness. The logic is simple. Why do you need to know the reason of your happiness when you are already happy? You should figure out the reason for your sadness because that helps you understand the problem that's the root cause of your sadness. And once you know the problem, you might try to solve it or compromise with it.

Now, if you feel you should know the reason for your happiness so that you could make it recur time and again... Think about it again! Don't you anyways know what makes you happy? Are there really so less things that make you happy that you would like to repeat the reasons of your happiness time and again?? Can you actually control things around you so much that you manage to make that reason recur???

Seriously, do you need to waste your time trying to figure out the reason instead of enjoying the state of your happiness? Is it really worth those precious moments??

So, now you know when to look within yourself for 'the reason'...

Finding my way!!!

2010-05-02T14:37:00.000+05:30

Last night I dreamt of losing you,

Its already a nightmare missing you,

The very thought that you are away,

Makes me wanna find a way!

Find a way to be with you,

A way to let me love you,

A way to make you look for me ,

A way to make you want me!

In my mind the dream instilled fears,

I found my cheeks wet with tears,

Losing you to someone else my love,

Makes me feel as weak as a dove!

But i'm not gonna keep crying,

Till the end, i'll keep trying!

I'm surely gonna find the way,

And we'll be together, my way!!

Is it really you!!!

2010-05-01T05:04:00.004+05:30

My heart just skipped a beat or two,

Is it really You? Please tell me true!

Did my world just turn bright?

Or is it a Star-studded night?

Are you really walking up to me?

Or is it the breeze caressing me?

Have your hair just brushed through my fingers?

I feel the softness of silk & wish it always lingers

Have your tantalizing eyes at me really looked?

I feel like in wonderfulness, I'm totally hooked

Is that twinkle in your eyes innate?

Or did a delusion you create?

Is it yours- the charming smile that makes my knees weak?

And with that set of perfect lips, can you really speak?

Was that yours- That gentle touch?

Which entranced me, Oh! So much!!

Did you really whisper in my ear?

Or a sweetly tinkling bell I hear?

Are you someone for real or a fascinating dream?

Are you created by my psyche or the Supreme?

When I open my eyes, would you be here or gone?

My heart somehow feels, for sure you're not a con!

If you're just a wonderful dream, I want it to cease never ever!

To live my most beautiful dream, I'm ready to slumber for ever!!

Lost in the Barren!

2010-03-22T20:24:00.011+05:30

In this endless, scary desert- I'm an only Rose,

To be here in this place, I never ever chose,

The days are very hot and nights really cold,

All my pains and sorrows, remain untold...

I guess I lost my way, while searching for something,

Look where I am now, there's absolutely nothing,

The nature's too harsh on me, I am really delicate,

The wonderland of my dreams- how do I locate?

I desire some tiny drops, don't ask for a shower,

I'm content with a little, an innocent flower,

I feel really helpless, I am a dainty rose,

Everything's too strong for me; An over-dose.

I always thought I was pretty and lovely,

I was meant to be merry and not lonely,

I'm still being strong, trying hard to cope,

Waiting for you- my only ray of hope!

I tremble seeing scorpions- away even a mile,

And then to feel strong, I think of your smile,

The Prince of My Dreams, My Knight in Shining Armour,

Ride on your White Horse, And come to me- My Charmer!

I have to keep holding on, cant even unwind,

The moment I let loose, to me the storms will grind,

Come here and take me, before I give hope away

Just don't be too late, I know you're on your way!

I know I have not been perfect, well- nobody is,

But for my imperfection, I do not deserve this,

Take me out of this desert, I'm Only-Your-Blue-Rose,

Despite all the distance, my heart feels you're so close!

[Thanks a lot Chinu for creating this picture for my post on request]

Happy (?) International Women's Day...

2010-03-08T20:57:00.001+05:30

It’s International Women’s Day today and there are all big talks about Women Empowerment and Men-Women Equality. Women are given a lot of rights which make them feel powerful enough that they feel they are rubbing shoulders with men. I don’t want to speak much about the scenario of women around the globe. I would like to talk about the condition in my still-a-male-dominated-country, India.

In India, women have been given a lot of liberty. They are granted the right to vote. They have reservations in the parliament. They also have reservations in the local buses in most of the cities. In fact, I would say this is too much of a liberty because men are not allowed to occupy the seats reserved for women whereas women can happily sit on those not reserved for them. How unfair! Most men would agree with me here.

Now let’s flip the coin and see its other side. Before going to the extreme conditions, let’s consider a normal urban family with a daughter. As soon as the daughter starts growing up, parents start bothering about her wedding. In many societies, the education of the girl is also decided keeping in mind her marriage. Like, such a profession is chosen which doesn’t require the girl to dedicate most of her day for her work.

Walk on the roads of any city and you might not even notice what men are wearing, what they are doing. It’s not an abnormal sight to see boys wearing shorts or smoking on the roads. But if a girl is seen smoking or wearing shorts, no eye is going to ignore it. Oh yeah, only women have bodies and smoking is injurious only to women!

There are areas in every city which are not-so-female-friendly after sunset/before sunrise. It is risky for women to even pass through such places probably because a lot of men keep hovering around there. I wonder if any city has a not-so-male-friendly area. Eve-teasing, rapes and murders, blackmailing for sex- I do not even need to discuss these. It’s just so easy to blot a girl’s character whereas barely anybody bothers about the characters of men. Why is only the female’s life a hell when she gets pregnant without getting married? Isn’t a man also involved in making her pregnant?? Why doesn’t the society torture him as much as it tortures the female???

When it is said that a daughter is equivalent to a son, why isn’t a daughter allowed to cremate her parents? If there is no son in the family, then either the son-in-law or a nephew would cremate the parents but a daughter doesn’t have the right to even attend the funeral of her parents.

There are so many villages in the country where female foeticide is still prevalent. And as an initiative to stop female foeticide, when government started paying the parents for delivering baby girls in hospitals, they resorted to the already existent female infanticide. Imagine a new born baby being fed crushed pieces of glass instead of mother’s milk, drowned into a bucket of milk, thrown into a well/river, buried alive in the ground, fed poison, stabbed, cut into pieces and thrown in a dust-bin just because she is a female. It gives me goose-bumps and night-mares.

Killing for dowry, burning a newly-wed who came to her husband’s house with so many dreams to fulfill, harassing her parents to send more money every now and then, blaming her for delivering a baby-girl although it’s the father who actually determines the sex of the child- it still happens in many parts of the country.

Most of the girls aren’t sent to schools in villages despite all the awareness spread about female education. They are made to learn all the house-hold chores instead. At the age of 12-13, these girls are married to men who are about 10 years older than them. And then starts another set of problems like miscarriages, health issues, and young deaths due to horrible diseases. Is it even possible for a girl of 14 years to deliver a baby? What does she even understand? She is a child herself, for Heaven’s sakes.

Is this fair for the females now? But still they carry on their lives, even without complaining in many cases.

A woman is one of the most beautiful creations of God. You can feel her innocence in the form of a daughter. You can feel her care in the form of a sister. You can feel her warmth in the form of a friend. You can feel her passion in the form of a beloved. You can feel her dedication in the form of a wife. You can feel her divinity in the form of a mother. You can feel her blessings in the form of a grandma. Her heart is so tender, yet so strong. She is a Woman!! She deserves love and respect. She deserves the right to live and feel safe.

[Thanking Vipul for sketching the Amazing picture that could capture the essence of this blog-post]

The Cutest Irony in this World...

2010-02-14T10:30:00.003+05:30

The Cutest irony in this world is that the Cutest of guys either do not believe that they are Cute or simply deny to agree to the fact that they are Cute despite knowing that they are damn Cute... And the Cutest thing is that they really are unaware of the fact that when they try to oppose saying "Shut up, i'm not 'Cute', OK!!", it makes them all the more Cute and this Cuteness is simply too Cute to resist the temptation of pulling their cheeks and saying it again "Awww!! Choooooooo Cute!!!"

Dedicated to all the Cute guys i know!

P.S. Guys, please don't get offended when girls say you are Cute. Girls simply love Cute things and Cute people. Its a wrong belief you have that the adjective 'Cute' is so-not-a-guy-thing.

P.P.S. Its okay even if you deny you're Cute, because it simply makes you all the more Cute and Adorable

[My true belief after knowing quite a few Cute guys... Wanted to post this since long ago but was waiting for Valentine's Day... Wish you a very very Happy Valentine's Day... I dedicate Valentine's Day to Cute guys]

Insomnia!!!

2010-02-08T00:26:00.004+05:30

I close my eyes when my body is tired,

From a long day, even the sun has retired,

I struggle to sleep peacefully every night,

I have no more energy to carry this fight.

I know when I'm gonna be ignorantly sleeping,

So many earthlings would die weeping,

I fear when I'll sleep, and I'll start dreaming,

Would I be fine or wake up screaming??

Oh God! Why couldn't you create a happy world?

Why does it live like orphans, your own world?

Why does the dawn bring so many fears?

Why do all the eyes have so many tears?

Oh Almighty, your world is so unfair,

Its filled with darkness and a strange scare,

The poor die serving the rich who get richer,

Can't you see it overflows, their Gold-pitcher?

Every morning when I read the news,

I hope no inhumanity, my eye views,

I tremble restlessly, your own daughter,

Thinking of every murder and slaughter.

Give me some comfort, show me some miracle,

For once through my cheeks, let tears of joy trickle.

Let my eyes see beautiful smiles,

On every face, across the miles.

You know every hour to you I pray,

Adopt this world, I feel its stray.

Oh dear God! You have all the might,

Grant me a peaceful sleep, at least one night!

Bleeding foot-prints in the memory…

2009-12-14T03:41:00.000+05:30

I and my friends discuss quite often about how it gets so difficult to overcome emotional wounds, how it seems so impossible to forget your past relationships even when you have moved-on after the break-up, how you keep remembering those hurting words no matter how much you want to forget them, how long-lost thoughts of some bad incidents keep refreshing in your memory out of nowhere. Why is it that even when you want to stop yourself from thinking about something, its thoughts hunt you down and haunt your memory successfully? Why do we always fail to completely eliminate the troubling elements from our minds?? Are we really that weak???

I came up with a simple logic which turned out to be a convincing solution of this mystery. Probably because we touch our computer-keyboards much more than the human-touch in our lives, we tend to understand the functioning of the former better than the latter. And hence we take it granted for our memory to function the way the computer does. Anyways, so my logic says that the reason to this inability of human beings to forget unwanted things completely is:

“We are human beings and not computers. And there is no ‘Shift+Delete’ in humans!!”

[P.S.: For those who don’t know what ‘Shift+Delete’ is, I have a solution for you too:

Open the C drive of your computer, then press ‘Ctrl’ and ‘A’ simultaneously, after that press ‘Shift’ and ‘Delete’ simultaneously, and then finally press ‘Enter’]

The Stale Flower…

2009-10-27T03:34:00.000+05:30

Someone gifts you a fresh rose- beautifully red, sweet smelling, attractive, just wonderful. You love to see it, smell it. You admire its beauty and may be even wonder about how wonderful Mother Nature is. You simply find it so very beautiful and attractive. You place it in a very special space ensuring its safety, trying to help it maintain its freshness. You also make sure you have placed it such that you can keep seeing it every now and then. Yeah, it’s the fresh red rose. And you don’t miss noticing it every time you happen to see it.

But as it is the most natural thing, time changes everything. The rose becomes stale sooner or later. It’s still there in the same place where you had kept it because it has not rotten yet. The rose is beautiful but no longer fresh. And losing the freshness makes it lose its attraction. The rose doesn’t attract you anymore to notice its eternal beauty. Now you don’t really care about its safety because you kind of think nothing else can go wrong with it... or may be you never find time to notice it. May be you are just waiting for it to wither so that you can throw it away… or may be you don’t care about what next to do with it. The flower is still a part of your house but one of the least cared for. It has lost all its attraction and attention. Now, it’s a stale flower.

A new relationship is so crisp, smooth and wonderful. You love every moment of being together. Everything is so special. You just don’t want to stop looking into each other’s glowing eyes. The most difficult thing to do is to keep your eyes off their admirable face. You wish you could hold hands and keep talking (even senseless stuff) forever. You listen to every word of that special someone so carefully. The most adorable thing is their smile. Your knees go weak when you see their charming face. Oh, that strong attraction. The expression of love makes your heart beat faster and you just want to hug and say “I love you too”. You blush when your friends tease you about it. Every time your phone rings, you hope it is nobody else. You keep seeing your phone even when it doesn’t ring. You keep waiting all the time for the next meeting. For that one hour of date everyday, you spend all the other 23 hours thinking about what you would say and how. It is all so cozy and rosy- a new relationship.

And yet again, the destined evil- Time!

Everything changes from special to not-so-special to casual. Although you become a special part of each other’s lives, there is barely anything so special. Everything becomes so very casual. You forget the joy of those long hours of being spellbound into each other’s eyes. You find nothing special about all the talking unless it is really important. You start hearing them more than you listen to them. Holding hands gives no thrills anymore. Smiles become an obvious- absence of smiles may be noticed but presence wouldn’t be too special. You barely find yourself admiring that same face for such long moments as in those days. “I love you” although doesn’t lose its meaning but probably loses the feeling of special-ness. There is no novelty in the relationship, all the attraction is gone with the wind. Everything that was once so special becomes more like a habit and very casual. You don’t know where you are heading, and you don’t even care to find out. You reach higher levels of understanding and closeness. Your bonding is stronger. Yet, ironically, you take the relationship for granted.

The stale flower of your relationship...

Of Heights and Depths...

2009-10-21T19:30:00.001+05:30

We all want to rise high, really really high!

We wish to erect sky-scrapers and look at the world from great heights. We wish to fly high in our careers and climb high on the corporate ladder. We have high expectations from our relationships and wish to take them to great heights too, don’t we?

Tall buildings, great careers, wonderful relationships… They all have something in common… And that’s depth!

Yes, for all these heights are based on great depths.

Higher you aim for your careers, you cannot ignore the depth of knowledge and efforts of hard-work that go in to it. Taller the building, deeper is the foundation required to make the building strong. If the foundation isn’t deep enough, the building wouldn’t be strong to be able to reach and sustain at the desired heights. So is the case with relationships. When we dream of big and great relationships, we need to base their foundation with equally deep emotions, care, feelings, commitments and dedication. Deeper the care and dedication, stronger becomes the relationship to withstand the troubles of time.

The tornado of problems which tries to shake relationships time and again- can pass without shattering them only if the strength is sufficient. The earth-quakes of conflicting egos which are capable of turning everything into dust wouldn’t be able to destroy your relationship-castle, only if you’ve built a base that’s strong enough to make this earth-quake bite the dust.

Heights are good, we all desire them and will be able to achieve them, if only, we do not forget the depths and make consistent efforts to strengthen our constructions for sustaining those heights.

Cloudy night sky...

2009-10-09T01:47:00.000+05:30

Its been long since i was eager to spend some time of a night lying on a terrace and watching the sky! Thankfully, after a long week of hectic daily schedules, i convinced Archana to spend some time relaxing on the terrace of our hostel. Both of us climbed up around 2 a.m. last night. No, we weren't just the two of us! We had a lot of addictives with us. She had her phone, i had my iPod, we had some delicious food which was freshly delivered. After hogging on to our late-night meal, we lay our tired bodies on a bed-sheet which we had spread on the terrace floor. She clung to her phone and i stuffed the ear-plugs listening to my favourite numbers. And finally, i started my much-awaited Sky-watching! The ambience was just perfect!! :)

The sky looked appealing, despite a complete cover of thick clouds. Various formations of moving clouds gave my imaginations some wings. Wild animals, fairies, cupid, God's eye, huge teddy bear... ah! an endless list- no exaggeration!! At times, the clouds let the sky be a bit visible and i could see tiny stars twinkling bright, until the clouds covered them again. Now, another addiction took over me- food for thought. I somehow start relating things to life, credit/blame the belief that everything happens for a reason and every little thing could have a deeply implied meaning.

The clouds hide the twinkling stars like a curtain. And yes, this curtain falls right in front of our eyes. Some times, clouds hide the stars so well that we forget that the sky is not made up of clouds! We forget about all the shining stars, we forget about the moon, all that we can see is the cluster of clouds. Yeah, its about the sky, but this happens in life too. A curtain falls before our eyes during various phases in life and we forget what life actually is. We start believing that life is all about the few things that we can see right in front of us.

The clouds of bad experiences make us forget about how much good life has in store for us. The clouds of temporary desires cover the permanently twinkling stars of greater virtues. False-friends cover our sight so well that we ignore our true-friends. A boy-friend/girl-friend proves a reason enough to lie to our families, or may be even rebel against them. A short-term cloud of attraction hides the stars of long-term committments. Clouds of immediate income overpower the planning for long-term benefits. The cluster of clouds of incidents while blaming each other makes us forget completely about the beautiful twinkling moments of love and understanding we have had with our loved ones.

Thick clusters of cloud cover our sight, but when the clouds move slowly- getting thinner, we get a slight glimpse of the stars and the brightly shining moon. Yes, the clouds are gone, now the sky is clear. And the moon has lit us up with a lot of realisations. Those realisations which enlighten our lives, probably, at least till the next cluster of clouds bring another phase of short-sightedness.

Realizing its 3 a.m., we rose up to return to our rooms and i couldn't fail to notice that we were completely moon-lit! What an hour of sky-watching!! :)

Good Times Fly!

2009-09-28T16:53:00.000+05:30

A class lecture or a meeting so boring,
That you almost doze off and start snoring!
You hope so much and wish hard for it to end,
But it seems the clock-needle, an inch wouldn't bend!

Every moment of pain and hurt,
Every second in emotional dirt,
Boredom, illness, struggles and blues,
When will they clear- all the hues?

The first kiss finishes as quickly as a sneeze,
No matter how you wish the time could freeze!
A walk while drizzles and holding hands,
Time escapes like those grains of sands!

A never-ending night while those horrifying night-mares,
Blood-shed, dead bodies, and riots in those shacks;
While all those sweet dreams with smiling glares,
And just before something good, Oops! Dawn cracks!!

Is it an attribute of time- this illusion,
Or is it Hope- the quintessential delusion?
No matter what ways, to hold them you try,
With all their force, Good Times will Fly!!

[Composed in a snoring-boring class lecture on 26th September 2009]

Love Defies Logic...

2009-09-28T05:58:00.000+05:30

Crows are intelligent. According to the Hindu Mythology, crows are a link between Heaven, Hell/Earth. They are perfect with regards to adaptability. They can even count till 7. Indeed, crows are intelligent!
Crows are black, and so are cuckoos. That's the only similarity among these birds. Apart from their respective melodies, they also have a conflicting model of homes.
Cuckoos never lay eggs in their own nests. Huh! They are too lazy to build nests. Lucky birds, they can afford laziness of such levels! Anyways, so they lay their eggs in crows' nests.
Just like any parent, crows are so protective about their eggs that when their eggs are in the nests, they wouldn't allow another bird to even wander in the vicinity. But what happens to all the intelligence when the cuckoo lays its eggs in the crow's nest? Why can't a crow then count its eggs or notice that its own eggs, thrown by the cuckoo, are lying on the ground??

Love defies all the logics in this World!

Yes, it does! Just like the crow who forgets the logic of counting or checking for its eggs due to the "love" for its "own eggs", we all see humans doing the same innumerable times.
Like, logically, you should be studying for tomorrow's test, but you are either playing your favourite game, or watching your favourite actor's movie, or talking to your beloved or may be just thinking about your latest crush!
Bunking classes for a date, taking a longer route after a tiring day just to spend a few extra moments with that special someone, buying their favourite-colour shirt instead of the one you've been wanting to buy since months, going to their favourite restaurant no matter how much you hate the food or ambience out there! I'm sure there are millions of such examples running in your mind too!
Sitting on the first bench in the boring history class just because the guy/girl with the cutest smile in the whole second grade (or probably the whole primary school) is sitting there. Joining the arts club because the sweet-smelling girl could be there, although you might not even want to know if red looks better with green or blue! Yes, it probably starts that early!!
Is it right or wrong, good or bad? How does it matter?? You can't help it, neither can I help it. Love has kept defying logic, and it will always keep doing that!!!

[With due credits to Gautam for all the knowledge about Crows; Written on 26th September 2009]

A moment of Satisfaction...

2009-09-27T20:36:00.002+05:30

Yesterday when I stepped out of my campus gate for an evening snack, a decent-looking poor middle-aged man walked up to me and said "Namastey Madam" [Namastey: Indian way of greeting someone with respect]. I wondered what was going on, because all I could slightly remember was the face was familiar, may be! I took another glance at him, he stood still smiling at me hoping I would recognize him. Damn, my selective memory loss! Obviously he sensed i couldn't re-collect his identity so he tried to re-introduce himself while i started remembering who he was.

For a few days during my previous semester, this man used to stand outside the campus gate as a tea-hawker. And a chatter-box that I am, seeing that he looked decent and hard-working, I used to chit-chat a bit with him with all the inquisitiveness that i had about his little hawking business. He was here to thank me for advising him to sell lime-water instead of tea since the summers had started. His face glowed while naratting how fruitful his business was all summers. He took pride in informing me that he sells guavas now, since its rainy season. Again, he thanked me for giving him this piece of idea about selling things as per seasonal demands. And then i took his leave wishing him good luck for his future.

A sense of satisfaction filled my mind with serenity after a hectic day of lectures and submissions. And a broad smile appeared on my face while i thought:

I don't know how many important solutions I will provide in the corporate world as an MBA, but I'm already sure I've changed one life. If it weren't me, it could've been someone else who could've given him this idea, but I'm glad it was ME.

[Something that really happened; Written on 25th September 2009]

Basking in One's Own Glory...

2009-09-27T18:28:00.002+05:30

We all may have experienced this... When we dress up for an event, we keep gazing in the mirror for a few prolonged moments, simply glaring at our own-selves! When we paint a colourful picture or write a beautiful blog, we admire it for a few moments, just keep looking at it and smiling!! Someone else may not even find it worth a glance, but we profoundly love it.

Some may call it self-admiration, although most may not even notice or realize about these small moments of basking in their own glory. These are those few moments when we sub-consciously devote ourselves to appreciating our own efforts, silently.

Most of the times, in our busy lives, we barely find time for ourselves. We keep drafting reports on reports, we keep rushing for classes and meetings, we keep generating solutions on solutions. Our busy schedules hardly give us time to grow fond of such little things. Do we really find a moment to praise ourselves for the neatly-presented well-formatted report or smartly-dressed presentable self or a user-friendly well-working solution? Isn't all this worth an appreciation??

You may disagree, saying that people at the receiving end are the ones who are supposed to appreciate your efforts. Well, I agree; they sure are! But what do you do if they don't like it enough to praise you? Don't you deserve a cookie for your efforts? You have every right to find those little joys in life. May be its not wrong to look up to others, but its certainly not right to ignore your own moments of glory!

[Based on a tiny discussion with Gautam; Written on 25th September, 2009]

Changing Colours!

2008-12-31T17:35:00.000+05:30

People change as seasons do,

Priorities and relationships too!

Sometimes green and sometimes blue,

How? Why? When? – You can never have a clue!

Buddies of good times forget each other,

Nobody even finds any time to bother

Out of sight becomes out of mind,

Every promise and memory is left behind.

An acquaintance becomes better than a friend,

A casual conversation seems to never end,

Whereas with an old friend you may sit silent,

Even this silence can hurt as if it is violent.

Relations of blood change their colours,

Most ships are sunk by their own sailors.

Each and every smile turns into a frown,

When own brothers fight for the crown!

Changed are all feelings and emotions,

And so are changed the love relations.

Greatest of lovers turn into strangers,

‘Red of love’ turns into ‘red of dangers’.

People change as seasons do,

Relationships- when reasons do!

There are hardly any controls in your range,

Not the world, only yourself you can change!

[Composed by Me (“Nidhi Bagdia”) on 31^st December, 2008 (31.12.2008) ]

A Butterfly!

2008-11-30T12:33:00.000+05:30

I’ve got many colours which attracted you,
And then we became friends - brand new.

You still admired my colours and all my ways,

Our friendship got better, as passed more days.

We were great friends but that wouldn’t suffice,
We felt, getting closer would be a better choice.
All the unexpressed love started surfacing,
And all the friendship - secretly spoiling.

Being in love was a beautiful feeling,
As if - to love, Heavens were appealing.
With time, we became great lovers,
And you still loved all my colours!

Every new relationship has a new charm,
It’s only later that you realise the harm.
Within some time, this charm fades,
And the relationship changes its shades.

With time, as the relationship grows,
The jar of expectations overflows!
This is where every problem’s root lies,
Problems aren’t showered by the skies!

Now you wish to change all my colours and ways,
Has all that love and attraction faded away in days?
You wish to change me, to fulfil each of your expectation,
And where was this thought, while all that admiration?

I respect all your love and affection,
I also understand your feelings of possession.
I can change myself to certain extents,
But not so much, that challenges my existence.

I need to spread my wings,
Don’t bind them with strings.
It burns my heart in fires,
When you crush my desires!

Don’t forget the fact that I’m a butterfly,
And though not too high, but I need to fly.
Along with you, I’ll laugh and cry,
But in the cage of your fist, I’ll die!

[Composed by Me (“Nidhi Bagdia”) on 30th November, 2008]

Your Goodbye!

2008-10-12T11:53:00.000+05:30

As you take off to fly high in the sky,

And you bid me a sweet good-bye,

On both our faces we have smiles,

You’ll fly so high, so many miles.

I’m so glad; your dreams came true,

All your efforts have got you through!

You’ve lived for this; you’d die for it,

Of this success, you deserve every bit!

So far, so good; all is better said than done,

You’ve gone away from me, and it’s no fun!

No doubts you’ve achieved your goal,

But my life seems to be in a black-hole!

I feel the cool breeze go cold-hearted,

Getting too strong to be pleasant,

It’s turning wild and hurting me,

As if the skies are punishing me.

I am in a dilemma; happy as well as sad,

I’m unable to decide- is it good or bad?

You’ve got the right path, which you must follow,

I know it for a fact, but my heart feels hollow!

You had to go, and now you’re gone,

But I’m still here, and I’m all alone,

You know how strongly I love you,

And so how much I’ll miss you.

And from the high skies, on this earth when you dive,

After coming back, I hope you find me alive,

Tired of the pain, my soul needs some rest,

But for all your endeavours, I wish you ‘All the Best’.

[Composed by Me (“Nidhi Bagdia”) on 12th October, 2008 (12.10.08)]

The Passing Cloud!

2008-09-22T11:38:00.000+05:30

People come and people go,

Life, indeed, has its own flow.

Nobody ever stops for you,

And so, nobody should stop you.

Some people come like a breeze of cool air,

And add more colours to your life,

But when they go, life’s like a nightmare,

More of a pain, sufferings and strife.

But it’s just a matter of time,

And then the pain will be rime,

Always existent but never alive,

Like a body, but the soul skive.

It gets quite difficult to let go of each bit,

But either now or later, you have to quit,

Sooner the better, you’ll be relieved of the pain,

May be a lot to lose, but then ‘peace to gain’.

Just take each incident as a beautiful dream,

Do not blubber and do not scream!

Let people come and let people go,

Enjoy your life and enjoy the flow!

[Composed by Me (“Nidhi Bagdia”) on 22nd September, 2008]

Close Your Hearts!

2008-08-21T11:03:00.000+05:30

You were born alone,

You will die alone;

When it’s always ‘You Only’,

Why do you ever feel ‘lonely’?

There are so many people you meet,

Some pass silently, while others greet.

You might feel people are well-wishing for you,

But in reality, such people are very few.

This world is a selfish place,

And they’d slow you down to increase their pace.

You might realize it too late,

What damage they’ve done who say you’re their ‘mate’!

Most people pretend to be your friends,

But, only to meet their selfish ends.

Believe everyone, but keep your eyes open,

To Survive- “Close your Hearts; Only Brains Open!”

[Composed by Me (“Nidhi Bagdia”) on 20th August, 2008 (20.08.2008) ]

An Impossible Dream!

2008-07-10T15:00:00.001+05:30

There is an impossible dream that I chase,

Which makes people think I’m in an immature phase.

Although I don’t trust their definition of impossible,

But I know for sure ‘tis not practical and feasible.

There are so many burdens, adding to the heap,

Experiences, I must say, don’t come for cheap,

“Me too! Me too!”, more and more demands scream,

When they know- I’m designing my dream.

It’s not about money, luxuries or fame,

Oh! Please, don’t give me that blame.

I’m not materialistic and don’t desire this shabbiness,

I’m a perfectionist, who just dreams of ‘Perfect Happiness’.

[Composed by Me (“Nidhi Bagdia”) on 6th July, 2008 (06.07.08) ]

Life is how “YOU” Make It!

2008-07-10T14:36:00.003+05:30

Some times when I look back in my life,
Browsing through the fun and the strife,
I find myself smiling with joy,
And at times, tears flow out of annoy!

Life, as all say, is a journey,
Ups and downs, and joys and sorrows.
While I feel proud of myself sometimes,
I also regret and feel ashamed at times.

It’s always a wish to go back in time,
And do things that wouldn’t make me whine.
I want to go back and enjoy the good moments,
And correct my mistakes, even if they were dormant.

“Life is a Bitch!”- Many people say,
‘Coz they think- ‘tis not happy and gay.
But I have a different opinion; so I say,
“Only in Sunshine is made the Hay!”

Life is how “YOU” make it,
No matter what ‘it’ tries to make you.
We are not here to get lost in the flow,
But to take what we get and still Glow!

[Composed by Me (“Nidhi Bagdia”) on 25th June, 2008]