Writing as it comes...

2012-01-22T00:02:00.001+05:30

SNOW

The clouds blocked the peaks. Yet, the white silk sheets floating over the velvety tips of snow were driving me ecstasic. He held me from behind, and whispered, his breath warming my nape, "S, we reached here finally" The feeling of him near me, all alone in this paradise, wish it never would go. As he led me into the small cottage we had woven in our dreams out of nowhere, my heart pumped.

Wasn't this de-ja-voo? Hadn't I been here before? The warmth of the hut, the fire blazing in the fire-place, it all felt so similar.

He drew me closer , and kissed gently on my forehead, i felt hands entwine around me. Firm, never to let away. We lay together, me on him, counting his heart-beat, with our eyes closed, with tears of triumph in our eyes, having covered all the obstacles. The doors shut firmly, withstanding the chilly winds outside, but a doubt lingering in my head, Haven't i felt something more?

The night rhymed to our love, opening up to the morning of bright rays, and I turned to look at him. The stranger lay there, the face I never saw before. The night had gone, so was my insight. Was it for real, or had I imagined it earlier?

2011-11-13T20:53:00.004+05:30

Paragraphs of life.

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As it winds back, she met love, something she wanted to live with forever. They were united by mother nature and God's blessings, and they decided to entwine into each other till eternity. Love and she are inseparable, and will continue to remain so ...

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She crossed paths with passion, and it flowed into her time effortlessly. Together, they melted like chocolate; apart, it ate her raw. Flames it all caused in her life, and she liked to burn in them.

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Lust could not be stopped, and so couldn't she. They were wary of each other, but magnetic against laws of man. They bore the seed of insanity, enjoying every bit. Not to regret ever, they parted to unite each time.

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Revenge was her motive all the time, only when she had it, she never knew, pining for it, meanwhile. While they loved to hate each other, they also could not stop themselves from indulging pulling out all stops. She would never know of it with her, perhaps...

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End with love, while live with all others - she epitomizes truth. So difficult to accept, so difficult to live otherwise. Against all rights or wrongs, against man, in nature's womb.

2011-08-29T22:23:00.001+05:30

Solace in Solitude.

Wandering lest loneliness engulfs me,

in deep thoughts which nobody could see,

timorous of being stranded alone,

feelings hidden inside, never shown.

Desirous of love purest,

lustful for a warm shoulder to rest,

to vent it all out, loud, crying,

to lift me from where I am lying.

Mizzle from my eyes, as they wet the ink,

running afar from truth, the harder they sink,

the endless anguish tearing my soul and heart,

shredding away my dreams, part by part.

Solitary comfort, not many know it though,

easier to suppress and harder to show,

the blood from my quill flows all over here,

as I embrace solitude to slay my fear.

2011-07-21T22:35:00.001+05:30

Words I weigh ...

Someone said - "You may feel the compulsion to flirt, but the fear to cross morality-level is what keeps you in check."

The mind tends to be so readable by someone, yet so crypted for some. Women boast of being impossible to be understood; in-fact, they are no less than an open book, one only needs to understand the language. And when that reader comes by, she wants him to be with her forever as someone - a friend, a companion, a lover, a soul-mate, relations undefined or many.

Some like to bury their secrets deep, never to be unearthed, never to see day-light or another's ears and eyes. But some love to flaunt their secrets mockingly, in a care-free manner, which when cared for and heard, hits them hard. The vulnerability of falling prey to one's own words is tough to reckon with, and to live with it trying not to repeat the mistakes is gruesome.

Somewhere deep within, to realize the follies, the intentional mistakes, some unintensional slips and finally, the repentance, is a big and brave step, but to change one-self , is still herculean ...

And I get back to the codes, reluctantly, to wait for tonight to move on, restlessly, to live and wilt, quickly ...

2011-07-21T22:32:00.001+05:30

Sinful Indulgence :

Wondered what would i do, if the worst ever happened to my life, and I knew there was no return ever, but to live on . Sounds depressing, eh ? But read on, and the ideas won't seem so bad; infact, they tend to be so normal sometimes, that I think if I should really have them before the worse :) (mental note : Mind makes too many excuses. Pocket does not. It only remains empty.)

1. Get my right arm and hand tattoed with some Satanic image. (throw in a few colours too, if I could bear with the pain)

2. Start to smoke, and try joints. ( then try weed, ganja, blah-blah, .... humbug)

(Note here too : as the points increase, the associated cost and craziness also increases. Man's after all, wildest in his fantasies, guffaw!!)...

3. Buy some second-hand SUV, which can be used as a live-in vehicle too. (you know where am I getting next)

4. Go on a road-trip, with enough moolah to fuel my vehicle and a good camera to click what I might never see again.

5. Ram some auto-wallahs and speed off.

6. Sell off the vehicle to join some roadies (not MTV, d***-a**, I meant the real ones) on an expedition to Himalayan roads.

7. If I live enough, come back and post my experiences.

The last, would be the tribute to this space, I have been writing for a while now.

Getting emotional. Not over the blog-space. For the Oscar win/ lose tone. WTF !!

2011-06-28T16:47:00.003+05:30

Froggy Predictions :

When you have a juicy mango, watch your throat. It may not be designed to handle the juiciness. Same holds for all fruits based on season and people and built.

Never say No to an Indian autorickshaw wallah in Chennai at midnight, if you are stranded at a place and have no one else to pick you up, and the man is the last one to offer a lift. Convert the price to USD, thank God, its not much then, and get into the Auto.

Exercise regularly to remove the fat, pain, fatigue and fart that trouble others. This ensures peaceful life with people around.

If you have met a hot-bod mexican chick around the corner with a good sense of humour and voice to die for, walk away since you are dreaming. Waiting consequences : Robbed of underpants, to say the least and no pleasure at all.

If you are starting to believe froggy predictions, time to get sanity checked.

Happy life and keep hopping !!! Till next we meet, that is...

2011-02-07T23:49:00.001+05:30

Briefest Stint on a Social Networking Site ...

28 Hours ( Access limited to 3 hours)

2011-01-26T14:36:00.000+05:30

Alas ! What Kiran Rao did to my direction-less mind ..

She made a movie, and that has left me to ponder over the long time idea of writing fiction. And the thought-process is going so steady, that I am scared.

Amen.

2011-01-26T14:32:00.000+05:30

Incepting End ...

Last night was not well-received. Not at all. Sleep was intrigued by images; gory images which only brought tears in my motionless eyes. The pile of human dirt, waste, carcass, weariness, all building up to new mountains, across the world, occupying every inch of space and nature. I saw myself clambering up those hills, hoping for sunshine. But it had gone. Forever.

I wanted to go back to the place I love. Across those heaps, to catch one last glance of what I woke up smiling each day to. It seemed distant. Impossible to reach.

Yet the hope lingered.

Sleep leads to awakening. So it did to my mind. I have to go back, to where it all started. I need to live andd see, for the cause I feel I might have been made for.

Whether achievable or not, is not the question, not anymore. I need to achieve it. I need to ...

The need arises , so does the end.

2011-01-16T13:12:00.001+05:30

Saat Khoon Maaf – Shot in a demented mind.

Vishal Bhardwaj’s upcoming movie – “Saat Khoon Maaf” (Seven Murders Forgiven), based on Ruskin Bond’s Susanna’s Seven Husbands from his book, When Darkness Falls and Other Stories, put my insane thought process to run.

Seven fathomable celebrity executions I would have loved to abet; unabashedly, shamelessly, nonchalantly. But sc**w Media, henceforth, I put cues as the names, easily guessable, worth the dry smile. Humour me, please.

Mr. ex-IIT-IIM, now hopeless writer – for writing heavily precedential Bollywood scripts and calling them books or novellas.
King of Bollywood’s best mate – for creating the movie industry’s most sucking movies ever and continue to do so, by taking exile breaks to foreign locales, pretending to churn out classics, instead, potions of boredom.
Mr. Nasal Artist - for his atrocity to compose music, sing, and even try a hand at acting!! And of course, torture all those, who went on to buy his songs and movies.
Mrs. Director-cum-mother of three of Bollywood – for making TMK along with her hubby. Both could have easily qualified as creators of an unfailing agent for Euthanasia.
This is a group massacre, which I would like to classify as a one-time killing: All Big Boss inmates, irrespective of seasons.
Any one CEO of a News Channel which airs Bollywood gossip, national lies and tries to expose dirty linen of peanut politicians and celebrities having little to do with our lives.
Finally, myself. For having to even think about the ones above for my blog, which, recently, has been out-of-activity anyways, and equally unproductive as any listed.

Disclaimer: The above written is purely the writer’s insanity and has nothing to do with living beings or things, assumed. If anybody else wants to take the responsibilities, the writer has no connection whatsoever.

2010-12-01T15:40:00.000+05:30

Pet-o-philia:

Tired of my Mom's innumerable pleadings and complaints to spend a long vacation with my "old man and woman" at my picturesque home in Kerala, I finally obliged with a work-from-home option loaded on my shoulders. Not as exciting and fast-moving life it shall be, having known that, I moved in for a month to my Dad's lil villa on the river-side.

A pretty predictable routine, my Mom and Dad have made for themselves for each day. Wake-up, argue, have breakfast, argue (maybe fight), have lunch, argue, have evening tea, fight, dinner, argue, sleep. Things might change between days, when they decide to go out, and argue there. When you don't hear noises and voices in my house or close to where my parents are together,assume something's majorly gone wrong. Else, everything is just as fine and bonny it could be.

My Dad loves fish, and though he complains my Mom doesnt make them often for him, I don't see much truth in that considering all fishermen flocking every morning in front of my house promising the best and fresh ones. And though the dish may be lip-smacking, the effort that goes behind it is remarkable ( despicable to me, since I can't bear the smell and feel of any raw fish). I decided to watch my Mom clean those slimy things once in the back-yard from a distance. To be more precise, my lappy and me on the terrace, me with nothing much to do than gaze around, and Mom down there.

And he came. Magnificient. A giant white-eagle who perched right on top of the wall my Mom rested against. He was a treat to watch, but a scare. Eagles hit hard, and deep. What if Mom got hurt? with these fishes, I was sure the eagle might show no pity for my Mom's poor head. Ideas racing in my mind on how to warn my Mom, my jaw dropped when she raised a fish in her hand and the eagle pecked at it lovingly. One strange pet she has, i thought. And that's when two more came. Two ravens. The three together were a sight to watch, white between two blacks, all waiting for their master to feed them with her own hands.

My mom later told me, that if she misses for a couple of days, the eagle shows his anger by making screeching noises while perching on our terrace. But no physical harm. The ravens, more subtle, only pluck the tender fruits and flowers as their retaliation. Interesting.

I dialled my nature-loving uncle at my maternal home to tell him of this spectacular pet show. He was busy feeding his new friend. An elapid reptile just eight feet long. King Cobra.

2010-08-18T18:03:00.000+05:30

A feather lost … So was my friend

Life and time never stops, not once for those who never want it to move. How one could wish if time waited for them, to explain, to repent, to act upon and to rectify life’s wrong moments. But alas, it happens only in supernatural fictions and dreams.

The day never blurs, the wound stays afresh, when she walked out. Walked far, walked beyond where she could hear my cries. My woes which had turned into bitterness within. The revenge I had to vent upon those similar, the trust I had lost hoping for the best. But she did not postpone her inhibitions. And I could not stop her from leaving.

I was a bird with fewer feathers, but a bird that learnt to fly low to still fly. Though obstacles increased, and vision obstructed, yet flying low was to land quicker whenever tired. Euphemism – a human with lesser good friends. Man never is complete without them, the ones who call to abuse you, who still wake you up from deserved sound sleep, who celebrate you’re-getting-dumped to make you feel lighter, who eye and gobble everything your Mom dishes out, and who always have to two shoulders for you to lean upon and wail.

The void lasts forever, trying hard to be replaced with new faces, failing endlessly. The search continues, till hope wilts and you coil up a loner. But does life end? It pulls on with more stabs sustained. And you are weakened to be stronger next. A good friend can never be bargained for, so cannot be life and time ….

Dedicated to all my good friends whom I treasure, away or near to me.

2010-07-23T18:19:00.000+05:30

Own Destroyer.

Every morning, while waking up, I pray vehemently to myself to spare any horrors for the day. Sounds crazy? Well; it did to me also till some time back. Some time …
Every morning, while waking up, I used to pray vehemently to God to spare any horrors for the day. It could all be attributed with gratitude to the days after college spent in offices I never really wanted to work in, or where I wanted to, things went wrong definitely :). After changing jobs and still finding no respite from the ill-fate, I decided to introspect. Where did I miserably fail? As my mom persistently chirped, who cast the bad luck on me? Or the last excuse, why wasn’t God happy with me?
I like to say good things about myself. Hold on, some define it as pride / snobbishness/ superiority complex, etc. etc. But I was well within limits. At least I thought so. Got a new bag, went about what a great deal it was. Got a new haircut, discussed about how cool it was. Got a new assignment, bragged about how passionate were my colleagues. And then, things never remained the same.
The bag rotted in the rain, the haircut frizzled in a week, and the colleagues, well, never expect too much out of any living thing which has a remote resemblance of a human. And still, I did not deter from my habit.
I also like to imagine the best happening to me. To elaborate, I love to live in my good dreams once a while, which gets pulled to many :(. And then, not only do these dreams crash in reality, but also favor to occur exactly opposite to what they should have been. Lucky, right? I don’t think so, not in the least bit. I could have, if the not-so-good dreams had opposites too in reality. But they always stuck to their script; or remained loyal to their occurrence.
The realization dawned. I was my own enemy. One thing I praise about myself, it had to back-fire. God’s idea of playing with a child. Or His lack of interest to improve things for me and instead, putting the mismanagement on myself. The irony was that whenever I bad-mouth myself thinking things can’t get worse, they do. Believe me, they definitely do.
My troubles are currently multiplying, now thanks to latest fad that I destroy myself, though I pity myself too for being such a helpless curser. Poor me, I can’t even like me too much, lest it all starts going wrong.
The madness is beckoning to immerse in itself. Let me stop bringing out more vivid picture, unless I really end up so. Amen.

2009-07-05T20:59:00.000+05:30

Magic at Kashid

The drops of water trickling down my hair,

The sky so dark, yet so clear,

I stand with my eyes closed, waiting for more,

the cold droplets wetting me on the shore.

Eyes to open, waiting to only see,

the wide-open arms of mother sea.
She was beckoning me into her lap,

with waves of thunder and soft clap.

The moment to cherish, the moment to live,

I breathed happiness like no one else could give,

It was the time if missed, never to be forgiven,

to see water unite from hell and heaven..

----- Gratitude to Kashid beach during Monsoon and very dear friends

2009-04-15T20:25:00.000+05:30

Work-O-Phobia

Ever since I joined my current assignment, never have I hated work so much. Mostly, it gets on my nerves, travels down the spine and creates an itch in my a** which I can't even scratch due to office manners. The depth of my frustration seems pretty visible.

Traverse back 9 months, when I fell into the dazzling web of virtually projected oppurtunities to learn and carve a niche for myself. Oh, the lead was so cunningly persuasive that I had no word against. Life never seemed better, if not worser.
And I stepped into hell. With so many expectations, with so less to have. Recession also found its time to have more fun. The job-scare over-ruled the job-respect. But my self-respect refused to lose.
Today, I stand at a point of losing my bread, but do I really care for it more than my conscience? I think not.

Just a request. Add the title to the dictionary. It really explains a whole lot.

Mood: Defunct

2009-03-24T23:43:00.000+05:30

Three Minutes ...

The crowded 20:33 local, even first class season pass really did not help. Every journey was an ordeal hanging by the door, trying to hold down swooshing hair lest it entered some co-passenger's nostrils and she chokes to death ! It was a hot and sultry summer Thursday, when I saw him, waiting for the crowd-puller by my side on the platform. Tall, dark, lean (not beefy at all) and with a mysterious sparkle in his eyes. Making futile attempts to keep his lips from drying endlessly, he looked back at me. Our eyes met. It was a cosmic connection. I wanted to roll back my eyes, but was helpless. It was as if he had locked them there. So were his. Beyond his shoulder, rested the huge timer. Three mins more to go... I was restless. He was still piercing me with his eyes. Was he amused or amazed? I do not know. I decided to give in.
"Why cant I look away from you?" - my thought raced. I stared with anger and despair.
"Because we are connected..." - Pat came his reply, smiling and relaxed, lips unmoved.
I shivered.Shuddered. How could this happen? Did i really telepathize with him? Was it .....He shot back then.
"Why are you so confused? You wana waste away these few moments? Do not doubt. I am listening to you."
"Is it for real?"
"Yes it is. We are connected."
"Do you know me?"
"No. Saw you for the first time today."
"But you knew we were connected instantly !"
"Not until you looked at me."
"But why me?"
"I don't know. Maybe we are destined for the connection."
"For what?"

"Life."
"eh?"
" Just believe."
"The train is coming. Will we ever meet again?"
"Not something I can tell. But you remain in my heart, just like I will do."

I looked at him with surprise and amazement. The more restless I became, the more calmness he showed. The engine whistled, I turned to the coming train. Maybe I did not want to catch it. Maybe I did not want him to catch it. I turned back again. He was gone. The light-blue shirt had dissappeared. He was nowhere. The train approached. Crowd tightened. I was singled out, searching for him. But he was unseen. He was invisible. I got in the local.. to see familiar faces, tired as always. But today I was not tired, not at all. His energy was flowing through me. The anxiety and expectation to see him again, kept me energised with vigour. Never I met him again, never I saw him again. But he lives in my heart, like he had made me promise. Just another reason to live life with more hope...

Disclaimer: All characters and contents of this write-up are entirely fictional and any resemblance to any living character, place, thing or train is purely coincidential.

2009-03-22T21:50:00.000+05:30

LUV U ALL !!

Through those paleolithic times in Kharadi,

Alone we came, together we stayed,

Never could I live without the five of you,

Anyone from then, whom I loved more and cared.

Those days, through pain, cheat and sorrow,

Came moments of happiness and joy,

Life couldn't have been more merry,

And sure, we didn't miss any stripper boy !!

Amazing culinary and dancing skills we had,

Oh! the nights without power, the fun endless,

Six of us, inseparable day-by-day,

Friendship, never to break and PRICELESS ...

----- ( Dedicated to my GIPSSY gang ... )

2009-03-10T00:47:00.000+05:30

13 B... Ouch !

One must really have been through serious s*** in life before he could cook up a plot alike this movie. Madhavan couldn't get more irritating (I have no words for rest of the cast, they were dismissable) and the concept couldn't be more pathetic. Then what prompts me to mention it in my ever-famous blog?(It really doesn't hurt to self-praise when no one else does.)
Well, it is the sequence of events post movie that my dear friend M* and I subsequently ended up in. They were something like:
1). Post movie, my body temperature was up by 13 C atleast due to high blood pressure and hyper-ventilation. I am sure that my pulse was also 130 beats/min.(cough-cough, OK...its exaggerated..)
2). M and I travelled arnd the city atleast 3-4 times after it and we ended up with a meter charge of 13 anywhere we went !!
3). M suddenly realised about his past birth while we were walking for our dinner. He claimed that the land the mall was standing was his ancestral property and he had been forcefully ousted from it in last birth. I seriously hoped that the claim would help us for a free meal at Mc D in the same mall. Phew, no avail...

Though TV helped Maddy to get to the root of the so-called bizarre events in life(that is the concept, folks..can you believe it !), I don't know what is going to help me come out of the madness of wasting money over painful Bollywood projects, no less bizarre ! Maybe, a good light-hearted movie, perhaps. Are you listening, Mr.Raju "Munnabhai" Hirani?

2009-02-15T03:25:00.000+05:30

Slumdog Revisited...

paah...I know I must be the zillion-th person to write about this movie, but it still can be added to the list before reaching exhaustion. Watching SM, I wondered what would have happened if some Indian Guy had directed it.. would it have won so many Golden Globes and BAFTAs and the probable OSCARs too? Taking my thought a little more further (read: disaster) i wondered what if Mr. Sooraj Bharjatya had the oppurtunity to make SM... Won't it be tyranny to movies at its best ? So lets hit it folks !!!!

Possibilities Sustained:

The title "Slumdog Millionaire" would definitely have to be changed, for heaven's sake !! To match upto Mr. Bharjatya's name-o-pedia, why not "Hum Gali-ke-Kutte Hain kaun, joh Crorepati banane-waale hain..."(phew !!! longest ever, I guess) WOW....the abbreviation would be HG2KHKJCBWH....(Random thought: he could use it as his e-mail password.)
Movie opens with an elaborate song sequence of women dressed in vibrant colours welcoming Prem Malik(Jamaal is now Prem) and the host, Prem Kumar, of "Kaun banega SACCHAA Crorepati."
We are replacing the cast, of course !! The host is "the long-forgotten" Mohnish Behl, Salman Khan as Prem (trying to look in his 20s and wearing a tight tee) and ofcourse, "yesteryear's sweet dame, today's pouting mame" - Bhagyashree as Latika Devi.( she still looks twenty). SB* had plans to cast Mr. Himalaya (her hus) as Prem's big B Salim, but the stone faced expressions weren't adequate for the over-emotive charactersand scenes involved here... so, Sallu Bhai's big Bhai is now taken by Sonu Sood....yaahhooo, the hyper-ventilating super-fluously righteous man who gets involved with underworld for the betterment of his younger brother's heart ailment.
psst psst...Sallu is a heart patient.. So the first scene of playing cricket and running over slums is now changed to a golf course and Audis zipping around to tk young players(read: kids).After all, Sallu is a poor, rich son of a billionaire(Alok Nath, the perenial weeping father). Poor Sallu's richer father has spent all his billions to treat young boy but he does not recover...It will take the true love and care of a girl who is to come by...(We have interludes playing all along)
Role 2: Bhagyashree is bhagya-heen coz she is born to a righteous saint in a brothel by chance... So she has to take up the dancing lessons to save her virginity and chastity.. Dancing away waiting for her prince "Prem" charming... Ring ringa ringa ring ringa ringa....Atta girl Latikaa !!!
Sonu(Salim), to save his father's cuffs and Sallu's heart, plunges deep into underworld but instead, tries to reform the dons with Geeta pravachans. No avail.
By now, Sallu(Prem bhai) is all beefed up and raring to go save Latikaa from the super flexing goons of Kamathipura...but his heart guys, his heart... We suddenly see Alok jee giving a big bhaashan to Prem to make him forget his heart and win back his love..( I am not going into details of how Prem met Latikaa....they were boating and Latikaa was singing and dancing in the boat...Rest is..ahem..)
Prem fights goons with help of brother Salim... and saves Latikaa... Salim gets shot while jumping ahead of Prem to save him from a bullet which would have pierced his already hollow heart..(yuck yuck.. bad timing) Salim....booo-----hoooo.....dies !!!!!!!!!!! Big song sequence showing flashback of lil brothers in chaddi till date...(Were those pink chaddis?)
Prem has surgery, but no money. What next? "Kaun Banega SACHCHAA Crorepati !!" Latika does a dare-devilry dance in temple of Maa Kaali while Prem plays till end..(by then, tomato sauce..oops..blood flows out from his nose, mouth, ears due to aaaargh...pain, guys !!) Prem Kumar, the host, lifts up pining Prem off the floor to make him answer the last question... and Janta ka vote makes him win !!!! 1 Crore !!!! Yippeeee, all blood dissapears (i think he licked up the sauce) and Prem stands triumphant when Latikaa comes running strainght from the finale performance to hug him...Alok jee's ashirwaad with Ganga-baho tears....
We have the closing song playing..."Yeh Bandhan toh...pyaar ka bandhan hai...." (courtesy: Karan Arjun)

JAI BOL !!!!!

P.S: Last heard, Bharjatya had questioned OSCARS for their sense of cinema...

2008-11-28T12:45:00.000+05:30

The flutter in being an Indian, and, a Mumbaikar...

It doesnt hit you always, the patriotism-feel, does it? And when it hits, it does hard. Very hard. Traumatising, Saddening and Unforgettable images etch in mind reminding you of your nation, of who you are to this soil.
Sitting in the rickshaw today, my thoughts were streaming one after the another.....
"What if this rick gets blown up now?
Will I live to see my love once more and tell him that the petty fights or arguments don't matter, but our life together does and he is the best guy I have ever known in my world.
Will I be able to hug my family and let them know that no matter how much they haul abuses at me for not being caring enough towards them, I still love them the most.
Will I hear the voice of every friend of mine ever again to crack a joke at their expense as always and apologise sheepishly saying I love them a lot.
More importantly, will I live enough to pay the fare of this ride and walk into my office, greeting my ever smiling watchman...."
"Madam, pahunch gaye....Saatth (60) rupaye...Chutta do..mere pass nahii hai"
I literally wanted to hug the auto-wallah..(He could have fainted, if I did..poor chap) Thanked him lot many times, and went on, "Bhaiyya, desh humaara hai. Kissi aur ko itni jaldi thodne nahii denge." Confused soul. He smiled back, "Darr humein bhi hai madam, par zindagi kahan rukne waali hai...Aur mumbai toh apna jagah hai. Aaaj kuch khoye, kal saath rahein toh waapas paa bhi lenge"
True Indian..True Mumbaikar.. Jai Hind!!

May all souls rest in peace who are victimised in the blood-shed on 27/11/2008 and following. Amen.

2008-11-26T17:24:00.001+05:30

urge to break-out...

I yearn to break free, to break-out in rains, lest those pearls get stolen by piercing eyes,
Its the inner breath, raring to lead its way out, when will you let me, O' ruthless world?
I do not want to be loved, do not want to be cared for, not to be thought of,
Let me break away, break-out for once..

Shy lights, stare down on me, sneering endlessly, mocking me, leaving me to die,
Its unbearable, ah! the pain so deep. Can't get over it, don't want to come out of it, maybe?
Words cease to come, Music stops at a note, I look up, sneers continue,
My heart doesn't speak anymore, neither cry, nor smile, does it?

Let me out, Let me free. Its what it appears, letters on fire.
The difference hurts your eyes, but the pain, I can stand no more.
I do not want to be loved, do not want to be cared for, not to be thought of,
Let me break away, break-out for once..

2008-11-17T13:11:00.000+05:30

My love Nest...all mine !! I found the place at last yaaron.. all welcome, except drop-drunk..I have a small bathroom...

2008-11-17T12:42:00.000+05:30

Adiga's White Tiger + My Roomie's Love Letter

Strange, as I got my hands on both together..The first on self-spent money (came cheap) and the second, flew into my hands (was expensive!).
Adiga, a man of nerves, I would say...Though he starts off as my most non-cherished writer, CB*, he makes it a worth-while read for amateurs,A booker sweep. (Last I heard, Rushdie was flushing himself down somewhere..."What the heck man, I though only complicated ones win Booker. They werent supposed to be understood!!" Hee haww...thanks Mr. Rushdie for the joke at ur expense!)
Not quarter as sophisticated as his predecessors, Adiga really hits the note with simple and dark writing. Lame and rudimentary at places, he still manages to keep the reader half-hooked to his Tiger.(Note: My other half was hooked to my roomie L*'s love-letter/break-up letter/scare letter/apology letter to her family-loving mate, P*.)

Adiga didnt leave me gasping for more, like L*'s letter did, thanks to her amazing word power ! Words that flow out from a Chopra's scriptwriter's hand for a "Mujhse Dosti Karoge" was completely all over her 6-paged saga..
"I dream of us being together for years, celebrating all our birthdays and anniversaries together, me waking up early morning at 6 (she was precise about the time, she still wakes up at 6.Practicing hard.)making tea for you, my daddy, your daddy, my mummy, your mummy.(I wonder why did she not include their dog Snuffy too...forethought!)" and blah-blah-blah-blah...till in evening, "I will wait by the dinner table trying to avoid sleep waiting for u to come back from office.." Phew ! are my girl-friends listening? Time to accept that Saas-Bahu epics are working their ways hard into minds of young, savvy, nymphets too...

And the five pages went on with lil-wil mushy-pushy dreams...until the last.That was my eye-pop-opener dahlings (this bloody word is thanks to Bombay Times)!!!
"I dreamt of all this endlessly, until I realised that u r finding me unlucky for u, and hence I think I wan2 break up...coz I cannot be unlucky for u...I always wanted to be lucky..I respect ur family, but u think I hate them..I dont really mind u spending money on them, but then, u think otherwise...dont think its going places.. Bye P*,,,urs forever, loved u a lot, L*..."
the page put the former pages in past-tense, i realised later...things are falling into place now...Why L* happily holds hands with her new mate Y* and trolls off every evening till late... but then, P* was just few weeks ago.......Never mind, Adiga, Ur White Tiger Rocks man !! It kept me sane through to this morning atleast !

2008-10-29T14:16:00.000+05:30

The best blend of Indian classical instruments (read as Flute, Veena and Tabla) on lounge. Presenting you Talvin Singh in Buddha Bar III:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yeau6MzKpUI

(gives me just a reason more to like Lounge Music...)

2008-10-07T15:28:00.001+05:30

And the House-Hunt goes on...

It was quite expected at our land-lord's end to hike our rent for the next lease period, coz he always felt under-played when it came to the art of gamble of rent. (Wow, I never thought I could make up that !) So, he gave us the bad news, quite early this month. And that gave me just another reason to move out and live on my own. (Its on my never-ending wishlist, to live alone and watch scary movies all through night, mind it..Vampires are the only ones you can depend on if you wanna save yourselves from the country's politicians, he-he)
The house-hunt began...Wham !! (ding-dong) Searching a studio room apartment in India, more precisely, Mumbai, is next to impossible. Yet, given the kind I am (read: insane), I set out on it. And the first week itself, I managed to get a standing offer, without a broker(sort of a miracle)!
This lil 1 room apartment, (252 sq.ft, the owner was very precise about the area, I guess he couldn't reduce it further) situated in a plush suburb, on its most happening street, was the most sidey flat I had ever seen in my life. Nothing inside the house was intact. Broken windows, broken panes, broken plaster, broken door (not the main door, thank Jesus!). And he had the nerve to ask for a handsome rent too for this state-of-art mishap. Can't believe that some day, someone is going to pay that amount and live in that rat-hole with no other go.
What fascinated (or rather, nerved) me were the neighbours. A bunch of Bihari boys (all looked the same to me), a chattisgarh couple and a goanese bachelor. Mighty lucky, that I got to see all of them on the same day..(TGIH) When I asked the owner if it would be safe to come in at night, being a single woman, his reply: "Ofcourse, these boys will never bother you if your door is closed !!" Beat that reply... He he...cant stop smiling now thinking what a blunder it would have been if I had taken the offer listening to my once-a-while possible crazy instincts.

And the house-hunt goes on...

P.S: If you have had the patience to read all this, then just don't sit smiling idle. Help me out in finding a good place !! Do what you can..Its a request, not an order.
(I have read that requests work better than orders :D )

2008-10-01T15:42:00.000+05:30

In the work-Room...

"Arey Yaar !!! ......Lagaa de na na gaane...Is room ka yahii toh faayeda hai"
I could not exactly map the sanity of working inside a conference room with four other guys who do anything to steal a glimpse of whats-in-your-handbag.(Sorry Ss*,T*,S* and M*, if you r reading this, i mean no offence, just kidding :)) )

But as soon as music and tea started flowing,(courtesy:Mr. Ss*'s jeans was having its share of tea than himself), things started to lighten up, and before I knew, I was actually sharing a laugh or two with these funny men. With Ss having song tastes like Rudaali, Maachis, Rothlu(i made it up), etc..etc...from mourning to Bryan singing "69..." with chorus (read:us, of course), i re-discovered the fun I have with music around me.

And the best part is, my manager is happy with my work (I think he is forced to feel so, coz he is getting no one better to work for him, so being satisfied with the worst he has :D How modest!!)

Yaayeeee.....I like this new place, kinda adjusting faster than expected...Gona really miss what I have here in the outside world of cubicles. Thank U co-conference-deskmates and S*'s lappy!!

2008-09-26T11:51:00.000+05:30

(Preface: What U are going to read below, is not the writer's choice in life. She has written it out of pure amusement and inquisitiveness for the satisfaction in distaff love. Amen)

SHE...

Every morning, I stand by my terrace,
eyeing her wake up in her bright lil room of flowery colours.
How could she not know I am watching her,
trailing her every morning and night, wistfully for her glance.
She hops, skips, so chirpy, fills my day with hue,
Everyday, so lively, making every moment I see new.
Here I was, an ageing soul trapped in twenties,
whining for care, love and youth, which I had, but Alas, I lost.
She was the only hope I ever saw in front,
and when I turned, nothing but her.

Every morning, I see her ride away, to my dismay,
as if she is torn apart from me.
Why does she have to go so far? Cant she be near always?
I count every moment till I return, ticking my moments away,
to wait for her to return, and see her again.
How could she not know I am awaiting her,
Waiting to grab her away if I could from the world,
caress her in my arms, brush her gentle hair,
kiss her tenderly, make love while Nox does not rest.

I yearn for her touch, for her loving look to me,
But I know she never may, she never would be able to see.
My love continues in the dark,
the moments which are only mine, mine to whisper and wilt,
She will always remain my unconquered dream,
A dream to love and lust forever.
Alas, what more will a woman next-door mean to her,
A single, successful, virtually engaged woman of refinement.

2008-09-25T16:18:00.000+05:30

So What If I watch movies alone?

"Hey....U free this evening? No??ummm...aaan...oookkaayy...But I reallly wanted to go for it. (soft grunt) Never mind. Some other time. Lets surely catch it up by next week." Companionship, man's curse in disguise (puns intended) hits hard at every turn. And planning out a petty time-off gets so difficult with a couple of people more added into the plan. My simple funda: Never wait for anybody to accompany you to movies. Watch them whenever you want, preferably turns out to be alone.
Now thats quite surprising to a lot of my friends, difficult to assess why. I love watching movies and the general reactions of the audience, rather than gossiping with my next-seat neighbour through it. As for the Popcorn and Pepsi, no...sorry, not really fond of it, so don't need to strategise to control spending over it.
Movies can really be enjoyed alone, unless it turns out to be a totally nasty and unbearable saga. Now, that too, with somebody else, has both up-side and flip-side.
Up-side: You get to curse and beat up that fellow to no end if it was his/her suggestion.
Flip-side: He gets to do the action !! :))

My choice of movies vary, because I am a total movie-buff. If I have watched Dark Knight on first day, then I have also ordered and made the Cinemax people to screen a show of "Ram Gopal Verma Ki Aag" for me and my privileged set of friends(yes, you read it right! there r more nuts like me on this earth.) So now, rather than waiting for a person to accompany me and eventually start cursing the poor fellow, just because he/she could not, i get on the expedition myself. And you know what, quite a lot of interesting reasons to do so as well:
1. U always manage to get a top-row seat even if its House-full. (trust me on that...the seating architect at every multiplex has somehow provided odd number of seats, to always accomodate one singleton at last moment :D)
2. U have all your freedom to shout, hoot, whistle or scream when you feel like. There is nobody u care for to stop u then...(That seems like a nasty one, but then, its fun !!)
3. U can ogle at all the good-looking hunks/babes for how much time ever u want. Its their partner's (if any) worry, not yours. Just make sure u r ready to deal if they happen to confront u (thts ur call).

Ahmmm....I think I am exceeding too much on the positive sides. Well, the fact is, its not actually loner to go alone to movies (hey! that doesn't mean you chuck a date to go alone!), but its fun and kinda introspection-time to figure out what a bad taste of movies you have and why others run, when you ask them out! :D

2008-09-25T16:13:00.000+05:30

Blogging goes slower for a day as I finally have my
own copy of Joseph Heller's historical satire...
Happy Reading to me !!

2008-09-25T13:42:00.000+05:30

Eyes are Precious!!! But so is Profession ...

Hit the clinic today for an eye check-up. Thank God for bringing in all these ISO Certifications, coz hospital scenarios have improved tremendously in India !! Dressed like a failing pop-star (read: in white), I braved my way through the crowd waiting for their ocular mending. Was lucky enough to get a quick appointment with the doctor with whose conversation,some part I would like to share:
Doc: So U complain of itching and watering?? (Psst...psst...sounded more like I had some strange boils bursting all over mu body..)
Me: In eyes..
Doc: Ahh..yes, of course..What do you do?
Me: nothing !!! (pah...my dumb mind) they just start irritating me when I wake aa..
Doc: (cutting my words) They r ur eyes...How can u accuse them of irritating U?
(By Now, I was sure that the Doc had a really pathetic breakfast or row with wife in morning today, that he is leaving no stone unturned to irritate his patients even more.)
Me:(displaying more patience) Yes Doctor..But I cant really get along the whole day well if the morning starts such.
Doc: (testing my eyes) hmmmm....lets see...What do u work as?
Me: Software Engiii.....
Doc: (again cutting my words) There lies the problem, my lady! Ur job is the culprit !! Leave it....and U shall not suffer anymore !!
(While the Doctor was dancing around like an Oracle having just delivered a prophecy, I couldn't believe my ears on what he was saying.)
Me: Doc, U dont understand...its my profession. Don't know what will I do without it.
Doc: What will you do without your eyes lady? Blindly, bang on your computer? Tell me tell me tell me....
(I realised at this precise moment that the Doc had no particular liking towards people of my race, the I.T. race. So it was time now to race out of his room before he would pull out my eyes for their safety.)
Me: Give me medicines Doc. I promise to use them without fail and take frequent breaks while at work. (Now thats something nobody ever needs to tell me to :D )
Doc: I shall do that...Its my job. But I see one more young girl falling prey to vision blurs for not heeding my words.It wouuuu...
Me: (cutting his words, surprise!) Doc, please...Lemme go..I got to get back to work..And its far. Will come back to u if problem persists.

He didnt say a word more..Got my state, I guess.Prescription given, I am out.
Out wondering, what good am I doing to myself with this profession? Ironically, losing my vision not to see the crisis that world is plunging into, day after day. But it really isn't worth it, is it?

2008-09-24T14:59:00.000+05:30

Open and Bold

Puts you in a frenzy of thoughts about yourself. What is being Open and Bold ? As a person? More, as a woman? Deeper, as myself? Thought a lot over it. While for a moment, I felt one example would be my openness to discuss one's sexuality and sexual preferences without hesitation, it felt too irrational a moment later, rather it seemed like my try to get a good position in the metrosexual era.
A more diplomatic side would be as explaining personal perception to all aspects of life, be it the extreme or subdued phase. The openness comes in clearly putting out your ideas to the person listening to you, and listening to them effectively vice-versa. The boldness comes in the revelation of your ideas unbatedly, no matter how cynical it might sound.We all, defer to be open and bold always, especially as a woman (Indian society demands it, I can say that without being a feminist.)When I try to be open on sensitive issues, it can be misunderstood as my lack of knowledge about the sensitivity, or as the immature thought-process of a nubile mind who eventually, stops thinking before talking. Being insensitive doesn't help either.
But in reality, is it restricted only to sensitiveness? My answer would be no. In fact, every person's, and more being a woman, every word is under scrutiny. The words that you speak or write about anything, hand-picked or flowing out, everything.
The thoughts never thought of, the words never spoken, they all fall back on you eventually, while you plead innocence with an argument of being "Open and Bold".

2008-09-24T12:41:00.000+05:30

NIAGARA, I havent seen U, yet Pine for U, alongside my Love....
poem By Wallace Bruce:

Proud swaying pendant of a crystal chain,
On fair Columbia's rich and bounteous breast,
With beaded lakes that necklace-like retain
Heaven's stainless blue with golden sunlight blest!
What other land can boast a gem so bright!
With colors born of sun and driven spray -
A brooch of glory, amulet of might,
Where all the irised beauties softly stray.
Ay, more - God's living voice, Niagara, thou!
Proclaiming wide the anthem of the free;
The starry sky the crown upon thy brow,
Thy ceaseless chant a song of Liberty.
But this thy birthright,
this thy sweetest dower,Yon arching rainbow -
Love still spanning Power.

2008-09-23T19:02:00.000+05:30

YES+ for me !!!!

My colleague urges me to do YES+ persistently. He finally succeeded in inducing a certain amount of inquisitiveness in my forever scurrying mind about this Art of Living (you guessed it right, its that kinda ! Dont be surprised I am going for it !!) course. And here I put what I read about it on their official site. (Please go search on net if you want more details, I dont have time to do depth research )
"The Youth Empowerment Seminar Plus (YES!+) is an intensive programme that offers tools for young people to learn how to navigate through life’s challenges. This innovative and dynamic educational and life skills programme provides young students and professionals the tools to achieve their ideal life with ease.
The growing demands placed on an individual to be successful in our fast-paced, stressful society make it even more necessary for college students to acquire the tools to take responsible life decisions with confidence and clarity, more joy and enthusiasm. Under stress and pressure, the mind often vacillates between regretting the past and worrying about the future and this results in lower performance, lack of concentration, decreased efficiency and more interpersonal conflicts. The YES!+ course empowers students to become more centred and focused.
What Do I Get?

Learn to relax and meditate
Deal with doubts
Increase focus and concentration
Fitness and health
Break monotony
Find a deeper meaning to life "

Wait a sec. Do I need all this? Yes, I do, !!!! Actually, atleast some of them. But being anti- Shri Shri jee.....funny hurting own pride going for his course. Course....hmmmm....I guess I still have time to think. Art of Living, gotta do some pro-research on that :))

2008-09-23T18:03:00.000+05:30

Bade asked me to pen down my thoughts as and when they flow....The disastrous outcome to be put in action finally, I guess. But does that mean my blog stops?

Not at all !!! Any readable, censored, decent, U/A (jus kiddin!) stuff will still have its preference here ! Blog always remains one of my favourite relaxation points.. And for some others, an added advantage to pull my leg for all the stupidity I pour in here...

(This is a note of thanks to the blog space for bearing my thoughts.)

2008-09-23T13:41:00.000+05:30

The moment of surrendering to Sun's bright rays and bowing to daylight,
the acceptance of a new beginning and end of past,
I realised his presence in me, the non-perishing stills engraved deep in my heart,
he was me, I were him, two bodies, one soul, and a heart beating.

Why the drift when we stand frozen? Why the dryness when we are flowing?
Why the pain when soothing all around? Why the cold when warmth spreads?

Let me just drown back into the night, sans rays, sans brightness, sans anything, into him...and bliss....

2008-09-09T17:49:00.000+05:30

What sleep brought me
Last night, when I was off to sleep, little did I imagine whats gona happen next.. The last moments of light ticking away for the night, I-pod plugged in my ears, Bryan singing 18 till I die!!, me fondly remembering the goof-ups my boyfriend did or does (more appropriate), sleep beckoning me, "Come Sni....come.....lose yourself in mee......"...ZZZZzzzzzzzzzzz...
Dinggggggggggg !!!! Its morning Snigdha! and the day starts worser than ever...The Milk waala forgot to give milk (mental note: it happens quite often, i gotta reprimand that fellow!), The bai didnt turn up..(just another mental note, sigh!), The dustbin waala forgets just our garbage (maybe he found it too stinky to add to his bin too, thanks to my oh-so-clean roommates!), and the best is yet to come, there is no power in house !!
I fortunately, (or rather unfortunately) remember at the very same moment of awakening that I have a low cell phone charge,my i-pod's charge is gone (the saddest) my clothes aren't pressed, the shower geysor isnt gonna work, and the water filter is dead. What a great beginning....
Somehow, I overcome all these hurdles (read as: no shower and crumpled clothes) to run out of the house..just to topple over the unpicked packet of garbage...Well, u gotta remember, the day started too perfect, U see. I slam the door hard to realise a bit late that I am still wearing my indoor slippers without my house key in hand..and ofcourse, I am the last one to step out.

Behold folks at office, here comes Snigdha, in the most stylish crumpled AnnaBelle and bathroom slippers. To my dismay, I found that I have a meeting with the clients arranged afternoon, which was, U guessed it right, a video conference. I come back to my desk in distress, and sit to jang-bang the keyboard as usual when hey....there is a mail from my ol buddy...Was so happy....Didnt even wait to see whats the subject, just opened it. And my luck plays again, this time in the form of two tennagers humping each other in the wildest manner possible, nd ofcourse, with the loudest screams.. Realisation dawned upon me after two seconds, when the whole floor turned around to look..And ofcourse, if I forgot to mention, I sit between two Managers (thats the seat my client gave me). They had their good share of glance, before I could close the window, and most sheepishly, apologising profusely for the insane mail. (I felt like strangulating the &%*&^*%% of a friend for doing that to me !!) Hold on, it isnt over yet...The admin guy pulls me aside to let me know that I introduced a very privileged Trojan into the network through some application running on my system, due to which, it has to be formatted and quarantined..the rest of the day was sans a system, easy to guess, huh?
It never seemed to end without disasters, and I returned after a heavy duty, tasking (mentally, physically and emotionally) time to home, rotten home. To just see that there is still no water and no power. Let me just bury myself in the bed, when my roommate comes screaming.. "There is a big Rat in the kitchen, and it seems to be sitting on the food box, cant make it out well in the daaaaaaaaaark....." her voice trailed away...Oh no, not again...Please please....Not again... Just pulled my sheet over and closed my eyes wearily.....
Dinnnggggggggggg !!!! Its really morning Snigdha......

2008-09-09T16:50:00.000+05:30

Maya Ravan - A legend in making..
Lust, Anger, Valour, Deceit and Sorrow.... "Maya Raavan" essentially means all these according to the BrahmaKumaris. It is indeed a pleasure that on very similar lines, a sensational epic ballet - 'Maya Ravan' was conceived, interpreted and choreographed by Internationally acclaimed actress & danseuse Shobana. Maya Ravan re-narrates Ramayana through the eyes of the legendary king Ravana (played by Shobhana herself.)
A very imaginative piece, I should say. The charming romance which Ravana exudes to lure SIta to him is breath-takingly portrayed in this musical. Ravana, the legendary emperor, was widely acclaimed for, the foremost being his knowledge of the sacred books, medicines and sorcery and Music. All his talents are unfolded in this musical extravaganza, and narrated more beautifully than ever could be imagined.
Ravana was a greater scholar of the Vedas also. Not many people know that the true meaning why Ravana had 10 heads. The heads are the symbolic way to show the world about his knowledge. He was fully aware of the contents of the six shastras. His knowledge of the six shastras and his knowledge of the four vedas (together ten) is the inner meaning of the belief that Ravana had ten heads. He even knew that Rama was Narayana himself, who had come in human form.
A must watch, I say.. Who in world could ever imagine the most infamous king of Indian legends otherwise?

(with excerpts from Wiki and Shobhana's official site: www.shobhana.in)

2008-07-30T12:07:00.000+05:30

Chetan's 3 Mistakes of Life.

Caught it lying on my room-mate's forever scruffy bed-cum-table-cum-(place to bang down your arse as soon as u enter totally exhausted into our teeny-weeny 2 BHK).. Wow !!! Mr. Chetan Bhagat musters up courage to write yet another mega melodramatic thriller after the disastrous call centre book. I absolutely adore this man who left a plush job in Southeast Asia after graduating from IIM-A (sigh....its just a dream for many) to finally write a script for behold ! its Bollywood beckoning again !!!!

The Call Centre thing was itself nauseatic..I wondered why the life of call-centre beings was restricted to food, sex and wine in a nutshell in his "transformation". Well, could almost confirm my thoughts with his latest book....Govind, the protagonist, promises the book to be sans any thrill or sex as a prologue, but, u have it,,,extravagantly defined as sins in the very few last chapters..

I do not understand what Mr. Bhagat is aiming at..capturing the shy indian minds by epitomising pre-marital sex as sin again and again (give up dude !)...or enduring his regular readers and some filmmakers to churn out yet another Bollywood Masala...Mr. Bhagat, You have a real good future with writing as you can write simple lucid translations without emphasizing on minute details to go ahead and capture readers..But please come out of this melodrama "Indianised-over-the-top" workaholic-ness..We have a melodrama Queen already on television, don't need a melodrama writer/scriptwriter too..And that too, a super-scholar (under-estimated)!!

2007-11-15T18:33:00.000+05:30

Is Almighty, a child?

Purity, Transparence and Simplicity of heart and Soul, when attained, is what you seek as NIRVANA. You rise a step above all materialistic mortals, only to realise that all you ever wanted in your life was a smile, a priceless emotion, which very few give and thousands seek.
In the quest for Nirvana, we all long to hold the fingers of the Almighty, the Omni-present, to guide us through the right path. Not to venture out into the clutches of the sins of the world and to let life flow into the stream of purity and soulfulness at the earliest possible.God. He is the one we all look out for to tell us the right from the wrong. He , who epitomises, what we finally seek.
Look at the child playing next to you. The innocence of his heart, the truthfulness in his smile, how is he different from whom you want to be? The pain reflected in the tears of the child, when he is hurt, why shouldnt be you trying to correct yourself, to stop from inflicting the mortalisations of God with pain anymore.
A child, born every moment, is the re-incarnation of God himself. Our Almighty is trying to make us realise with his every re-birth that we do not need to search anymore for Him to find the right path. Realising Him in the child would be enough to guide us through the righteous deeds.Lets worship God truly. Let us care for Him, truly.
Every child is precious,beyond measure. You bring a smile on a child's face today, and God's smile doesnt bring any less than unbounded happiness.

2007-05-11T20:49:00.000+05:30

as pure as water, love flows into each other...

it merges and forms the most beautiful form ever seen or heard of....

its beyond compare....

its us...

2007-05-11T19:16:00.000+05:30

for us my love!!! Dedicated to all rose-lovers and true-lovers...

2007-03-10T22:13:00.000+05:30

When i close my eyes, I feel his breath engulfing me,
caressing me, fondling me,
his tender lips coming down on mine, soothing them pricelessly,
his arms protecting me,
his mane, resting me,
his manhood, completing me,
his thoughts, brightening me,
I wish my jaan could be eternally with me from this moment,
Oh!! how i miss u my love...
Come...to ur sinful love.....

2006-02-13T10:44:00.000+05:30

POKING NOSES

Wonder y it has to happen when somebody or the other comes up to u and asks u something as outrageous as - Why r u like this?!!Come on man! That’s a personal choice...really something that has nothing to do with anyone else. I have had these instances in life as somebody asking-"My God! Don’t u think it’s high time for u to put on some weight? I have seen u thin all these years. Its time u gain..." Whoa!!!! I doubt if she was hinting that I had the chances of winning lotto if I did.
We all bitch and interfere into things unnecessarily at some point of time in life...but it turns painful when the noses poke too much and there is absolutely no space left to turn and run. The society where I used to live was one such perfect example (The name kept under-cover for obvious reasons). It’s difficult to sink-in that in a city like Mumbai, such delusive places still exist. With doubts about every damn thing under the sun, I believe some residents there had dedicated their lives wholly and solely for the cause of making others’ lives a public issue. I doubt if they have ever heard about the real public issues.
But as of now, having reached a trance level after tolerating for so many years...I believe that it finally zeroes down to how seriously u perceive things said about u and having been under serious scrutiny(that’s applicable to everybody, from the hotties to the plainies to the jerks and nerds and the don't-care types),all I can say to those in love with others' lives is - May God help u as long as u try hard, coz I am sure He doesn’t bother as much as you do about ur neighbour...(He can always seek help when he needs details!)After all, God is Human too....

(A piece of mind written on paper out of sheer frustration to kill Time).