Birth @ Earth

Your Look !!

2009-07-14T23:42:00.000+05:30

When Sunshines, feels a world of great,
When dark arrives, gets faceless & hypocrite,
Innocent, beautiful, yet biggest ever crook,
Your Look
If earth is round & life goes in circle,
then you will see & watch yourself,
dont cry; it will be too late to realise,
but before you die, just remember,
someone still likes.........
Your Look!

Time to Cry, Again !

2009-04-21T10:20:00.001+05:30

It's time to;
Close the door,
Bring the light to the floor,
Lay back down alone,
Break the silence with a sudden groan,

It's time to;
play-watch the ceiling game,
spin along but not to show the pain,
moist the eyes with a deary rain;

Its time to cry, again.

Goa - To Recruit !

2009-03-09T00:48:00.005+05:30

"When we got loaded and stressed out at risk management, HSBC, just like any other person, we decided to go on a vacation. As you can watch our very own naked and semi-naked gang @ surf rescue - candolim beach GOA"

Man, I Have Gone So Cold !

2009-02-15T00:32:00.000+05:30

Just the words,
to play with the world,
vacant possession, it became,
an arrow made that bird go lame,
sky, clouds and they swim in galore,
ennui, now melt with a down pour,
lost and gone, as w're never born,
that is what is now known,
never felt like this before,
somewhere, deep inside the soul,
Man, I have gone so cold !

PS :
Essence is gone, leaving you hollow
and you have been made to realise, its gone for ever,
but life still needs to be lived, not the one you wanted,
but one, that has taken you........
and its too late to get it back.

But Not For Me !

2009-01-22T21:17:00.000+05:30

I was there, blind behind the guide,
in darkness, even theater can't provide,
moon was spread in sparkling glee,
light was infinite, but not for me,

Then came the dawn, buring darkness,
like old tired grass off a fresh lawn,
they came arm in arm, singing love songs,
being a rusty pawn, eyes were my lone plea,
touch was infinite, but not for me,

I left being guided, at the twilight,
searched an offer, for an end of this plight,
world was setting off, alive was hope-wee
sadness was infinite, but not for me.

Flavour of Everything !

2008-12-28T16:11:00.007+05:30

Her soft hands, carved me in proper shape,
handling-caring, then parked in board cage,
Her soft hands, uncovered me in elation,
clapping-blowing, ripped me into pieces,
A piece was then, smashed to a pretty face,
wondering, were all hands of same or others,
gripping-dripping, fell into a garbage bin,
and, I got Flavour of Everything......

Face The Phase !

2008-11-03T16:31:00.008+05:30

A Disclaimer : "The characters in this story are fictitious and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental."

Ms.X, a common girl from small town tapahanica. while she was blowing the 26th candle, all her friends were getting married leaving her loner and miserable(r).

All these wedding parties lead to a surge in her understanding of the importance of gold in Indian weddings. Influenced she writes an artical "Same Gold Story", as dissertation for part time mba, which miraculously gains editorial respect from both city dailies.

Ms.X becomes famous and gets a job with leading MNC bank branch in tapahanica. She invests 50% of monthly savings towards gold. Then she gets a proposal, which she accepts readily on premise that it promises to end her phase of misery, anxiety and uncetanity. But then arises a typical indian problem, surname's and festival celebrating ways were different from what the parents expected. Due to this the wedding plan goes into trouble water. Eventually after an year long phase of misery, anxiety and uncertanity she quitely gets married.

Ms.X, next month gets a letter, that she is getting redeployed due to bad global economic condition & her below average level performance (she realises that office was totally ignored, since she was settling personal issues). This again draws her in a fresh phase of misery, anxitey and uncertanity which ends with her ending up in a job, city and world that she didn't understand.

Ms.X spends next one year lone and miserable, celebrating festivities as impostor, finally quits her job describing this situation as inhuman, with more work and same money, since it has left her with an exasperating snoring habit.

Ms.X gets a job back in tapahanica, on the credibility of her post grad dissertation, in bank for bullion trading and she does the obvious, buy gold in frenzy. With a nice salary, gold prices going up inspite of economic meltdown, things were even.

Ms.X gets divorce, as the snoring habit was giving her husband chronic hemorrhoids. Meanwhile she slept over the century's largest gold crash and lost her job as she didnt switch from gold, leaving her with a situation she can't comprehend.

When asked by a close source, why you remained on gold while its world was crashing, she said "So was mine, i got this job due to my gold report, so what credibility would have left if i had to tell them that i want to switch to another bullion" .... "another bullion" and she laughed for the first time in last two years।

Now Ms.X is 28 and : -

Runs a silver ornament shop in tapahanica, which is named as "Gold is Old" (which she bought, after trading off her gold savings, at an all time low price)
Surprisingly conducts yoga classes for teenage girls on "How to deal with misery, anxitey and uncertanity"
Writes an artical "Left may be Right" on don't look for eaiser options- "Face The Phase !"

Greens & Blues

2008-11-02T18:22:00.000+05:30

Since childhood i had this strong love for grass, it makes me happy as it's bed gives a tenderly, settling and calm felling, even i can tell by looking at grass, the country it belongs to.
That day when i woke after a not so short journey, from car rear i was witness to one of exotic lawns in district of rohtak, "i have almost grown up here howcome i never saw this part of city", next to it were bold english letters MEDICAL COLLEGE, but not so bold people who were wailing on stretchers as they waited to be attended, i am sure for them that grass made no sense, for me it was a sight but just as it wasn't soothe, no mistake of grass-it was timing, as one of my kin's was in same institution, we walked across a typical hospital lobby, there were people with sweat of tention, pushing wheel-chairs, rushing with a piece of paper to collect medicins, peculiarity that every sign was written in blue color (ward no, bed no, doc's nameplate) as it is sky here is covered with cloud of blues, authorities should use green, on the way back i was disturbed by the present incident, visuals and hospital smell that makes one tense, suddenly i saw an ironical sign on glass that can be read as WARD or DRAW depending on where you are standing, exactly where was I standing, where was I ........................... I was in mumbai delhi GoAir flight 172, with mixed feeling, when i say mixed i mean postive as usually or rather unusually i don't much enjoy going home, but this time it was different i had a sense of relief may be i was temporarly drifting away from my sorrow, that everytime leaves me in despair-now approaching my life at a place where i liked the most. When door opened at I/323, house was in complete mess due to diwali work-depriving me of comfort it provides when i didnt used to like it.
I similed as i understood the existance of that sign, moment you draw towards the ward-ward draws itself, it left me wondering "To overcome your own sorrow, what is required happiness or a larger sorrow"................

What....Nothing

2008-08-25T00:19:00.003+05:30

She has gone beyond,
the length of my arm; i tried
holding on, to me, so never cried
buried, took it in my stride,

there were things,
as seen by me, in her eyes,
it was just, i didn't recognise,

her words are mere noise and sound,
earlier they made sense, now profound,

night is about to over,
hope, tomorrow will be bright,
another knock on the door,
am waiting for the sight, is it her,

i have stopped dreaming
as lost, about her, every meaning...

I am a Rain Drop !!

2008-08-17T21:32:00.002+05:30

Domestic wasn't my destiny,
but no one was bane,
still evaporation after being in it,
did had a brief pain,

Up there it was dark,
with an electric of nature unkind,
i started for another embark,
leaving all by hind,

Guided by the air, guided by the light,
touching new land, was a delight,
praising; it wasn't god's crime,
now, i want it dark all the time,

Disappearing at a notice, pry
sometimes, you like, or you cry,
you can't find me in the crop,
don't grow used to me,
after all, I am a Rain Drop !

Memory Lane is Closed !!

2008-06-23T10:30:00.006+05:30

I wanted to write on this topic and then i came across this and it was so perfect that didnt needed to be touched upon ... like few things :-)

"Don't you just take the past and put it in a room in a basement and lock the door and never go in there? That's what I do, And then you meet someone special and all you want to do is to toss them the key and say; open up, step inside, but you can't, because it's dark, There's demons and if anybody saw how ugly it is. I keep wanted to do that, fling the door open just let light in and clean everything out."
--
Mr Tom Ripley
The Talented Mr. Ripley

Within The Measure Of A Day

2008-06-09T09:59:00.002+05:30

Neck and head grew a margin of art,
gasping for more, i was left broken heart
Hands on the waist gave birth to a ward,
stupidity lead me hanging at courtyard

When you think you got it all,
a pebble on the street can make you fall
After being blinded by light,
we just left cutting through the dark

I was confused, looked around in blue,
found myself standing there in queue
With, a new life, but old memories,
not knowing, what to do

May be its end, means were other
uninhibited, and the day was over !

The Long Day Is Over ....

2008-04-21T16:25:00.002+05:30

Earth was rotating, clock ticked perfectly right
Day seemed so long, though world was a usual sight

A girl came to my shop, wanted to buy a life
for that she was even willing to bribe
but she got it all, didn't knew that knack
It's just she wanted it in a different pack

I looked hard, for her, but couldn't find
she frowned and laughed at this, appeared to be kind
efforts went in vain, as she held me bane

when she went, part of me died but relived again
i must thank her for, that i learnt to feel sorrow and pain

neither want to damage, nor to delve
now, gloom is gone sky is silver
hey troubadour, trust, the long day is over ...

PS : The Long Day is Over - Norah Jones

Random Muse

2008-04-06T01:08:00.003+05:30

Sometimes even time like 5 mins brings such a critical change, i don't know whether its 13 or 12 days, or this 5 min in future will make it from 1 to 0 day, but how does it matter anyways as this number is not of any statistical significance, except being a date somewhere-someplace on a card, calender or reminder on cell phone. Music (Midival Punditz : Lage na mora jiya, tohri aakhiyon se naina lage re), is making me smile and sad at unusual frequencies, its becoming my favourite past time watching pics that i have collected like stamps, as i clicked the folder property to check out exact numbers (128 MB, 244 pics) i discovered windows is so realistic rude as it shows folder attribute as Read-Only, "come on not for pics atleast, i deserve better then this", instantly music moved next in playlist, i wonder does life also have such playlist where it moves next when previous activity is done, so many things are crossing my mind - i can't pen them all - i think i am becoming worst victim of my own thoery "The Guided Life", anyways song that is on play mode - Naina from Omkara, i don't wanna listen to this song anymore as it brings a picture where she is crying in second last seat of her return flight, again i wonder in playlist of life can we skip something if we are not liking it for any particular reason, ok forget it, its not realistic ! I dont wanna rub eyes but this mist is no useful, someone is playing craker rockets at a distance its looking beautiful from my window, but they have to stop doing it what if yesterday was New Years Day, it might rain in sometime, i am waiting as it's such a soothe ......

Death of a Want ...

2008-04-02T09:31:00.001+05:30

I didn't wanted to say, but i couldn't
I didn't wanted it this way, but i couldn't

Once was a child, who came everyday and passes by
Wanted it like this for life, walking away glanced at me with one eye
I felt so high, and i decided to die.

There was a car, i knew about from engine to alloy
Someone else bought it, i was relaxed was a white lie
I felt so high, and i decided to die.

Decorations were bright, it came once for the people nearby
Still scared was the bride, as ques waited for an ans by
I felt so high, and i decided to die.

I took sleeping pills, expecting to woke with her sleeping nearby
Gazing at the illusion, laughed as i still wanted it be my
I felt so high, and i decided to die.

Even satisfying that want became a fight,
I got the heaven but no god was in sight.......

Time, Heart and the Guilt

2008-03-31T08:47:00.003+05:30

It started with big deep eyes, i felt current in my head
Still it got pleasant with time, though it wasn't pink but red.

Voices got visibly spread, sun by day and moon by night
It created a sharp whirlpool, and i decided to dive
Distances were traveled, places people were in sight
Moments disappeared, left me with sweat but a touch to revive.

Heart grew horn, as exploration went beyond platonic want
Child name guilt was born, as worst fear came back to haunt.

All the days got over, remains were assurance and goodbye
It started raining from the sky, which finally ended with my eye.

A Lot Like Love !!!

2008-01-27T02:42:00.000+05:30

After passing screen test, i found myself an empty corner, from where a complete view was available. Ladies with elegance, men with procured polish waited for their turn in queue, my ipod make a clunk to next one on list and following words stuck my ear drum........

"Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport. General opinion's starting to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don't see that. It seems to me that love is everywhere. Often it's not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but it's always there - fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends. When the planes hit the Twin Towers, as far as I know none of the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate or revenge - they were all messages of love. If you look for it, I've got a sneaking suspision love actually is all around."

Mr. Prime Minister (Huge Grant) - Love Actually

I was gloomy and unfortunately i was at arrivals that too at new delhi airport, thus inspite of like those above words for first & second time, this time somehow i found an irony..if love actually is around then why he feel a need to go all the way from 10 downing street to Heathrow Airport.......what kind it is?

My thought went back in time, me and my friend (Mohit Shimpi) walking across book shelf in crosswords at andheri, despite being pro at books all he could manage was looking at girl at kids counter helping them with starts ups, with a grunt he confessed he is in love with that girl, my suggestion he should he audible to her on this one but he didnt, later i realised why. We headed toward coffee shop (thing that we used to do after every new book) he made similar grunt and was looking at girl on another table, i rather kept quite and as we came down to shopping area..there was like series of those grunt and for him love was all around.....but what kind it is?

I didnt even completed my smile over this, my iris glanced on LCD nearby, lawn tennis was being telecated, refree recited love all, after every game there was love all, but players fought for points just to start with love on both sides......points came and went but love was all around........what kind it is?

Then i arrived at mumbai airport with a perplexed and wanting mind to find love just to witness mad rush at baggage counter and then at taxi point......what kind it is?

Then came Golden Chariot (Airport Coffee Shop), i complete my pending share of simile and try to catch that neon board as much as poosible as taxi fizzed off.....

Why do you stay in prison , when the door is so wide open, I think that's why Mr.Prime Minister goes to airport.

;-)

TRANSITION

2008-01-11T01:24:00.000+05:30

Walking across a market lane looking at every white wear that came in way, mixing milk before powder in Tea, choosing white ice cream - even straberry paste seemed an adulterant suggested clearly that she has a love for white.

When we headed for mountains, decision was unanimous to build something that reflect purity in that sense. So all the efforts were directed toward one single objective, meeting and having good time during this course.

While making it, we all knew its seasonal and gonna melt , but anticipation of even limited joy was motivating. It came out beautifully, House of snow, drinks not only came with ice it came in ice, everything from chairs to glasses were of ice, all the people who were involved in making it are now experiencing pleasure out of it...it was magical as orange light was spread and all the emotions, moods and feelings are touched upon in this time frame leading to a sneaky warm feeling.

It was white house with blue door, everything seemed so settled.................. people started to enjoy.

Worst part about good things in life that it happen to you at the very end and then time just runs out on you.

Along came a sunny morning, inevitable happened, we all knew about it still there was a strange sinking feeling of being parted from the joy, it was draining at a rapid pace, wanting to get in i rushed towards door, fell it was all dark, when eyes opened i was stuck by an awe as i was trying to enter an illusion, i found myself in middle of cold water channel that was going back to basics, where it want to be........overlooking all the efforts we scarified.

Shivring with cold sweat, i realised, Sometimes people think they lose things when they didn't really lose them, it just get moved, we just cant find them but they still exist in some or other form................

I GUESS SO !!!!!!!! Yes ..... I saw her wearing black last day........isn't it

FLUSTER

2007-12-16T18:13:00.000+05:30

Colonnade, outside my window was home to labour pain and subsequent delivery, resulting into eggs that later evolved into life.

Then one fine day, there it was a baby pegion, since i was a witness of this hatch, it lead an startling emotional outburst in me like i covered the place with shoe box, served boiled rice and wheat.

As it longed for care, i couldnt touch the baby coz that would have ment end to it, thus I learnt love can be expressed without the touch and i withdrew.

I was aware of vanity...... Everyday while leaving my towel to dry i used to watch the walk and ever expansive wings.
On that distinct dawn pegion was not there, i felt hollow, like all the emotions have drained out leaving me with few down one, i wonder why, was it the flight, forgetfulness or is it true that One need to get over the most sublime love in order to be free.

When i looked around no one was in sight. Life had taken a full circle, light seemed fake as i didn't knew what i was searching for, that moment taught me something.

What, i am still trying to decipher.

Till Then........Experience !!!!

The Food Court

2007-06-17T17:35:00.000+05:30

Nearly after 10 min, I was caught by a high flashy light suggesting me once you enter there is no escape, I found myself standing in a long queue and shielding myself from strong pushes and multi color trays flying in every direction. I was thinking what my sentence is going to be like, a gentleman appeared after listening to my defense he said No: 394 and Rupees 175, and was directed towards another level, person over there was not that gentle he said 20 min minimum, I thought its possible only in Mumbai that even to get butchered you to stand in queue, I returned to my wooden cell to find out one of my group members is already finished as he was the first to commit that crime, after starting the quest again midway I found third member of the group is nearly out in stampede structure, finally 394 appeared in bold red letters, reached out for it, tray was pushed, I recited “Oh God”, hanging.

I always wondered why word court is used for a place that trade food, sounds gross, but thanks to that Sunday evening I got it all.

Thanks to economic drift from Mixed to capitalist structure, that has given you a place with nice marble lobbies, flashy neon signs and opportunity, to stroll past big brands and flooded counters that offered no relieve but uncertainty, whether you want to have food alone or waiting for others to arrive.

And the greatest paradox is even after a catchy note on “Self Service” which appears on every counter, Service tax not only appears on the bill, but is increased every year in the budget………Just think about it.

View of the Top

2007-05-28T10:09:00.000+05:30

The projectile motion made such an arc that it seemed like floating, but was receiving similar treatment every time by going wildly in all directions; it was an end -to-end affair with he being on the receiving one, but sheer excitement of gaining directional ground on this game is what kept him involved.

Eyes hovered above the altitude, it seemed to crawl along the clouds and was glowing of sun, it caught his sight, he extended his arm to hold it, for a moment it appeared as he had it in his fist and felt excited about the possession but bubble busted within iota of a second as he saw it fizzing out of his control and was stuck by sunlight beaming right into him. He never ran behind it but followed it with his iris standing at a distance appreciating how the view changes as earth rotates.

When clock stuck midnight, he got one up on his age series with every addition he went on convincing himself that it’s the view which is responsible for illusion, suddenly a firefly appeared through his window he reached for his glass tumbler and laughed.....

After all there is time lag for every change.........

The Desi Production

2007-05-25T15:22:00.000+05:30

This idea got & clicked by me at Worli Office, course on routine.

Click to Enlarge

A mind can produce and reproduce n number of points for this view.
So What'S yourS.....

Changing Times......

2007-05-18T14:47:00.000+05:30

It was a tiring day at work. He missed his friends, and it wasn't easy for him to make new ones. He longed to talk to someone, but there wasn't anyone. So he went to the coffee shop.

It was crowded even though it was quite late. As he was led to a table, he glanced around, hoping to find a familiar face. He knew it was unlikely, he didn't know anybody in the city, and yet, he hoped. His coffee arrived in a while and he found solace and distraction in a book he started reading.

It was a while before he could trace the source of the high-pitched giggle. She was in the corner seat, with a guy, very visibly basking in the glow of his attention. They seemed to be working and were serious for a while and then he would make a joke, just for her, and she would giggle, and admonish him for getting distracted from his work.

He had been in the shop for more than a couple of hours now. Three coffees, and more later, the book no longer interested him. He peeked at her over the top of the book, and he envied the men around her. He knew enough to believe that love never happened at first sight, or second sight; he had had long arguments with his friends differentiating between love and lust. But now, 'if there is something called love,' he thought, 'this must be it.'

He felt he had destroyed the purpose of his visit - he wanted to unwind after a long, hard day, and had ended up falling in love with an unknown woman and feeling miserable about not being able to do anything about it.……

There are times in life when things around us start getting guided by something you haven’t believed in………and then it you found yourself as a miniscule portion of big Circle of Things that runs on emotion and revolves around mankind……….

Feeling Now-a-day's

2007-05-15T00:11:00.000+05:30

These words seems so true......now a days!!!!!!!!!!!!

Last night I had a dream about you
In this dream I'm dancing right beside you
And it looked like everyone was having fun
the kind of feeling I've waited so long
Don't stop come a little closer
As we jam the rythm gets stronger
There's nothing wrong with just a little little fun
We were dancing all night long
The time is right to put my arms around you
You're feeling right
You wrap your arms around too
But suddenly I feel the shining sun
Before I knew it this dream was all gone

Ooh I don't know what to do
About this dream and you
I wish this dream comes true

Ooh I don't know what to do
About this dream and you
We'll make this dream come true

Why don't you play the game ?
Why don't you play the game ?

Time Machine took me to Delhi

2005-06-07T09:57:00.001+05:30

A time machine that runs when power cuts, took me back to Delhi...............

Last Friday I was having dinner at a lunch home near my PG at shivaji park …..no need to mention that when ever I sit for dinner ….. I miss Ghar ka Khaana……but that day as i started with dinner, lights went off i thought i was in Mumbai and its must be a fuse fault but when service boy there presented me with candle…..i felt at home….i remembered worse power condition at delhi that used to be present acute challenges in obtuse summer time….i recalled all the events in sequence…
- me returning home – mom in kitchen with candle light – no light, she said – I refused to sit on table – went out with friends and returned with light , but when light appeared I realized its not home……there are times when intricate occurrence connects you to outright delight……