Wednesday, October 14, 2009

F.R.I.E.N.D.S.

^^^^^~~~~~~^^^^^
Everything used to bind us in one game...
We all love each other is what we used to say...
As we grow we realize things will never ever be the same...
And as time grows, we all go farther and farther away....
So Cheers to all my friends, we got no one else to blame...
Promise my love will grow for you every single day...
^^^^^~~~~~~^^^^^

Saturday, August 1, 2009

WHY??!!??


When words want to flow, why doesn’t it?

When feelings want to rise, why doesn’t it?

When I know the right path, why can’t I walk it?

When I know the truth, why can’t I accept it?

When I know I can survive, why do I question myself?

When I know I can’t survive, why do I believe myself?

Thursday, July 30, 2009

I dunno...

The saying goes - what so ever happens, happens for the good. And as we all are the always surrounded by questions, the simplest question here would be - Does it? Is it ok for people to be sad? Is it ok for people to lose the ones they love, is it ok for earth quakes to happen, or for the ship to drown? I sort of believe in the above statement, but its in the character to challenge the inevitable. I’m sitting here right now at one of the most, lets say, prestigious hotels in the city of Mumbai - the city which never sleeps; the city where the population explosion beats itself every time. There was an advertisement of Bajaj Pulsar I believe a few years back, the jingle of which sang - Khud se hi aage har kadam. Its just so apt for the census board of Mumbai, isn’t it? Its amazing how this city has nurtured so many people from all around India, and yet keeps its arms wide open to accept even more. Not a guarantee that the hospitality might be even close to good, yet Indians are just allured to this huge commercial capital. So jumping back to my ‘prestigious’ hotel -The Taj Presidency. I’m waiting for my friend here who has a presentation on the floor above. The table next to me, a guy is desperately trying to convince some clients maybe, for a software he’s probably selling. Few overly dressed ladies are clicking their heels in, some kitty party I suppose. I’m getting bored, not enjoying the weird paintings on the walls which is somehow reminding me of the movie -The Ring, not enjoying the sweet smell of artificial lime, the dim lights which are hurting my eyes as I’m straining to read my computer, not enjoying the huge bouquet of daffodils and roses in the central reception or the exquisite interiors. Why? I don’t know. Does being alone in a city of 1 billion make you this way? Mumbai - where people run to live, eat, sleep, practically everything has to be done in a quicker than the normal pace. And I’m here, in between all this mess, I like to call it, trying to make my little space, building up my little world, and running along with the others. Why? I don’t know. I’m known in my office circle, I’m loved by the kids I teach, I’m an active member of my trekking club and salsa club, I’m a huge party animal, and at the end I have only friends I can count on my finger tips. The lights are dimming further, which is subduing me further. My one time best friend, the best invention I thanked the lords for, the mobile phone, has grown so close to me I feel that its intruding me private times. Like the college boyfriend who becomes obsessive and grows possessive with every passing day, my cell phone has just become a liability to carry around. it’s a savior at times, but on a major, I put on my favorite song has my ring tone and let the phone ring - that’s the only way I can enjoy a call from people now. I’m hungry now. And I would love nothing but a walk alone to the corner kebab rolls and munch on the hot stuff with Nickelback playing in my ears. That’s the moments I cherish now. And my friend is back, so I can stop this here and try to retrieve the old myself who loved nothing but good company.

Saturday, July 4, 2009

few conspiracies....


U think ur lucky working in a huge building, with men in black (hereon will be termed as a**holes), and a high tech infrastructure, and …well I can continue putting in all those fancy pancy words to make my work place sound oh-so-cooool, but at the end iz the air conditioning that bothers me… in fact it just bothers me in the monsoon times…. Summer I agree, it’s an absolute necessity, but c’mon…. monsoons….why do we need it… I mean this is kinda the only time when the air can get as pure as it can, especially in a place like Mumbai… so why are the employees debarred from the pleasure of inhaling the purest air this city can afford??? Which brings me to my next question, why the hell aren’t these huge glass walls/ windows.. whatever they are.. none of them can be opened!!! These are like impenetrable windows! Wht is this?? The new idea of gradually poisoning the employees… u knw, I bet these a**holes are like releasing this highly poisonous toxins into the circulating air in the building, which is kinda wiping away, or somehow controlling our minds. Maybe they can just change the concentration of the toxins and puppet us around… thaz why they don’t provide windows in the buildings now-a-days…. They don’t want the toxins to effuse. Maybe we’re just a part of this huge conspiracy… something everyone is ignorant and unaware about… all that is case 1.
Case 2 is that they simply don’t provide windows coz the a**holes know that the employees state of mind is made to be so eccentric, that they can just climb out the window and jump off the building, , and there wud be blood all around, and becoz of the rains the blood wud just flow everywhere making it difficult for them to clean up and hide the evidences and eventually all the blame wud fall on the a**holes… maybe iz just to prevent all that chaos…
Case3- or perhaps the a**holes just like being the mommies… u knw.. iz just so beautiful outside, all the pretty things… I can just watch and wish and pray to all the fairies and angels and God himself to let me go out and play around in the rainbow…. But iz just like showing the kid a huge melt in the mouth chocolate chip cookie and telling the kid u can’t have it – period! I hate mommies like that! I bet those are all step mommies.. not real ones…
Iz raining outside… all I wish is to go out & get drenched mayn!!!!! And I just cant seem to get my mind working, so like they say, empty mind is a devils workshop… there are many more cases I can write here… but I got some crummy deadline given in by one of the a**holes…. Gotta get to it else they’ll drag me down to the cold secret chamber behind the boss cabin where I’ll be intoxicated directly without the slightest sympathy…..

Friday, June 26, 2009

A Sad Demise... :(


A tribute to the most brilliant musician in the most recent history.... Salute to MJ!

Sad to hear you go.........

Thursday, June 4, 2009

A Last Resort.


I was ambling through, walking past, just making my way,

That voice had called out to me on that very fine day.

A halt, a glance, a smile, a comfort.

But when I reached out for a hold, they disapproved,

"That's an Angel, I'm forbidden to touch!"


"Papa, I want the Angel close to me, by my side."

"Precious, there are works of God we must abide."

A sorrow, a blessing, a hug, a kiss.

But when I pleaded again, they disapproved,
"That's an Angel, I'm forbidden to touch!"


The Angel stayed and stood forth, with dreams undone.

"My little Fairy, I want you to be mine, my only concern."

A word, an inspiration, an encouragement, a love.

But when I took to pray again, they disapproved,
"That's an Angel, I'm forbidden to touch!"


I honoured the last first kiss beneath the burolis of aurora.

I broke the law and whispered through the nights of Antarctica.

A tale a myth, a legend, a saga.

And when I opened my eyes, I disapproved,

"That's my Angel, I shall never touch!"


The sun always shines brightly over the darkest cloud.

And so, "Luck" brought herself with her love artlessly profound.

A tear, a loss, a gain, an enthrall.

And now i walk callously again, I approved,

"Those are my Angels, I can never touch!"

Saturday, May 23, 2009

Mystical Charms

U wonder if freak shows are possible? if fairy tales do come true? If miracles happen..... iz so so very much possible. But i guess we just dont let it happen! Wel run away from it intentionally or unintentionally. sometimes we are aware of it and sometimes not. and if we are aware of it, we know we are scared of it. but if we arent then we are just ignorant! But u knw wht? when miracles do happen.... needless to say, itz spell bounding! and one can only feel it whn it happens to you! Im in a miracle! and i re-iterate, its spell bounding!
Amen!

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Mystery

Sometimes things are just a haze.
I enjoy the mystery as it unfolds gradually dissolving every phase
All my emotions put to test
What I'm following is my aimless quest
The path where I walk, the path where I fall
wherein I know for sure - "I HAVE TO CONQUER IT ALL"

Saturday, May 2, 2009

My Inception

Many of my freinds, most of them who i probabaly dont talk to much but for whom i have some sort of profound respect, blog every now n then. They arent addicted, or so frequent but they use this platform to reach out. I personally used to hate this very idea of blogging. Many a times i have come across celebrities doing the same. What i wondered was that has the world come to such a stage where you can't reach out in person? Is there no more time each one of us has to go out and talk to people to ineject ones ideas? Have people become more reacheable on orkut n facebook rather than for lunch or dinner at Kake da Dhaba? Technology seems to be over powering technology itself! There was a time i used to get surprise visits on my birthday from my freinds and relatives, which i truly savoured! Then came the time when I used to recieve letters and birthday cards in my posts, which used to excite me! That went onto phone calls from my people, who used to call me up and sing for me - yet a pleasure somehow. Then somehow all this changed onto mobile phones, making me accessible anytime anywhere. Then came down to text messages. People quit calling but dropped in a text out of courtesy! Though some may say, "Hey atleast i wished you!". What use is that? I wont even remember if you had wished me after two days. And now , eventually, it has so happened that people leave their messages on the network sites. So now i had to go and check my facebook to see how many people have wished me on my birthday! There was a time when I was never a part of any social networks, until my sister forced me on joining one, and yup, i realized i did come "back in contact" with people.
"contact"... hhhmmmmm..... i guess that term isnt used for tangibility now! The dictionaries should change the definitions!
In the end, I too have become a victim of this virus which is gradually killing the proximity which people once used to have. In the end, I feel like, I too am dying in this world with its expontentially growing technology. In the end, I too, have registered my self to "Blogspot" for my freinds and family to hear me out..... Is anyone listening????????