Thursday, January 19, 2012



I was still in my teens in high school and infinitely curious about everything around me. Curious like a child who's in awe of the world around him. Startling at every new knowledge he gains of the world around him. It was like I'm a child again learning there is a sun, a moon, infinite stars and the earth revolves round the sun.

It was a phase when you are analytical, questioning and scrutinizing every piece of information fed to you. Puzzled at the facts of life inspecting all facts of life trying to decipher the mysteries of the universe. Why is the sky blue? Why do we sleep? Why are stars so far? How does a dog drink water? Why is donkey funny? Why do others have bigger houses and cars than me? Why can't i fight with girls?

It's like when you show a kid new animals, look at his eyes. His eyes pop out, he stares in amazement in wonder, in fascination. Seeing a monkey jumping across trees or a butterfly shuttling between flowers is nothing short of a spectacle for him, a stunner. Take a child to a zoo and he sees with all his being forgetting everything else in else, everything in his memory and mind fades away to nothingness. He shouts with the monkeys, runs with the deers, fears the python almost becoming part of their kingdom.

I was in a somewhat similar state of mind once. It was when I had discovered spirituality and was tampering with the enigma of mind. Nothing served me better than connecting with nature. It were the noises and voices in your head that prevent you to experience your true self in full divinity. It was then that I felt a strong urge to connect with nature. I spent  a lot of time alone on top of my roof with my own being connecting with nature.

In the morning I used to feel the soft sunlight warming the skin of my body. Absorbing the electromagnetic rays of the Sun or the photons (Quantum mechanics I know I know!!) taking eight and a half minutes to reach me produced by nuclear fusion process. The zephyr touching my hair and passing through me. The chirping of birds sending my spirit into trance.

In the night standing on the rooftop under the umbrella of million stars connecting with the moonlight and the twinkling stars. It's then in that moment when the memory and mind fade into oblivion and all the being comes to life making one aware of one's existence is the moment of truth is also the moment of madness.

It was my Midnight Madness.

Wednesday, November 02, 2011



It were just those days when my afternoons and house used to be empty every day. Everyday after i reached home from school and the helpers were done serving me lunch and running errands the house was mine to rule and my mind was used to conceive devious plans.

I had a lot of time to spare which was foremost dedicated to Pamela Anderson. I was a teenager and internet still was a silicon valley stuff, computers were for school and labs not home appliances.The only means of getting to any stuff was cable TV. Pamela Anderson and her TV series V.I.P which was religiously watched by all the kids who could and discussed the explicit scenes the next day in murmurs while the teachers blabbered incohrent stuff about maths and geography. TV had "english" channels and then were the days they aired stuff just short of being called Porn.. of which FTV was legend for all kids, the source of all fantasies and female curve anatomy specialist. Everyone wanted to know what Victoria's secret were.

My home had a collection of old magazines which due to strange reason had never been disposed of it was like we were building an archive of personal copies of ladies magazines.. My mum would refuse to part with her collection of these magazines that probably had never been opened again after they were first read. Empty mind can turn pieces of stones to diamonds and suddenly the huge damned pile of useless paper worthy of crap was turned into a goldmine of digging into the fairer sex' mind. It was like so much of literature at my disposal to have a glimpse into the most complex stuff that the world since Adam and Eve hasn't been able to understand ever.

Doesn't matter the few Gladrags here and there were put to detailed visual inspection and used meticulously. If they call me tomorrow to take over as editor-in-chief of any female-centric magazine God knows i'll slip into the shoes more easily than fish take to water. The boring dull empty afternoons were now work alcoholic magazine researching afternoons not to mention the amount of effort in arranging and re-arranging all the magazines in near perfect state leaving not even an iota of doubt for Sherlock Holmes to detect any mischief. The best part was to stay on top alert mode listening to specific car noise round the street giving me just a few seconds to wrap up all my research and thesis and get everything back to perfect state, open my study books and sit before them with intense look of a yogi devouring maths and physics.

And then as always it is in the end the magazines were finally disposed off and afternoon aloneness was a bygone era. But luckily by then internet dial up connections had entered homes and computer was a home appliance. And the thesis continued albeit in a different medium and manner!!

Amen

Sunday, October 30, 2011




Mann main ye kaisa vicharo ka sangram hain
Kya tat-thya kya kalpana iski nahin mjhe pehchaan hain
Saathi chodd chala gaya fir bhi mann tjhe ahankaar hain
Kaun tjhe apnaaega bada nirdayi ye sansaar hain

Iss bavandar kaa sakshi tu, kaaran tu
Iss kaal ka bhogi tu, anandi tu
Kyun fir tu har taraf dekhta sansaar hain?
Jab saari shaanti yahaan antarman main hain

Nirnay tu koi leta nahin karuna tere andar nahin
Dukh tjhe bhata nahin sukh pe tu tikta nahin
Beech samundar naav bina naavik k jaise
Bina ruke bina samjhe mann tu bas bahe jaata hain

Kankadd pathar jinhe kahta tu here moti
Inke peeche pada tu khaali haath vivash hain
Pehle tu bhikshu tha par ab to tere pass poora sansaar hain
Fir kyun bazaar main khada hoke akelepan ka shikaar hain?

Saturday, October 22, 2011



To smell the fragrance of Godly union of souls

To hear the 'til death do us part' vows

To see two people but one life before them

To taste the nectar of fairest love from heaven

To touch the universe two souls possess together

Saarah and Yasir request your presence to shower your blessings on this sacrosanct matrimony.



* written for my dear dear friend Saarah. May God bless you both!

Thursday, August 04, 2011



Ek raah thi meri bhatak gya hoon
Iss ghane jungle main kho sa gya hoon
Kabhi bhaagta to kabhi ruk jaata hoon
Pehle dikhti thi manzil saamne
Ab ye kamzor aankher rasta maange

Andhera kitna ganghor ho chal hain
Mausam apna rukh badal chuka hain
Zehrelein kaanto se rshta ban chuka hain
Kaise bataun? kisse samjhau isse?
Ki kis kashmakash se guzar raha hoon

Apno k liye hi bura ban gya hoon
Kaise roku in vicharo k toofano ko
Sankalp vikalp k is bauraye samundar ko
Kahu kaise tumse mere saath chal
Jab apni hi nav doobti yahaan pal pal

Raahi rakth anshru baha k chala gaya
Me samjhauta samajh khud ko samjha gya
Aage raah meri saathi kahan jaati
Mjhe ye tanik bhi andaaz nahin
Raah har pal kaali gufao main kho jaati

Kitne adarsh aur usool chad gyi sooli
Raah bhatak gaya raahi, murade na hui poori
Wapas jaane k faatak khud hi band kar aaya
Bade bade taale khud hi thok chala aaya
Naa mudte kadam naa aage badhte hain
Ab to kadam hi har pal saahas chhodte hain

Likh to doon haal par apne ek moti kitaab
Kaun maanega par is bhatke raahi ki baat?

Thursday, March 03, 2011




Friends, fellow bloggers, fans, ladies, casual visitors, earthlings, space aliens, zombies, and netizens you are all welcome here... today hereby I welcome whole heartedly with open arms and open dakshina-daans (charity box) here to today’s sermon that might give you some spiritual, religious orgasm you might have visions of enlightenment so don’t be afraid just let go and take deep breaths.. I hereby declare that the following potentially life changing flow of words can alter the trajectory of your life and transport to the super expressway of everlasting happiness, super mind-boggling success, inner peace and everything under the sun other Gurus, cults, religions, books have been promising.. So here we go:

  1. 1.    So you always have been trusting your feelings? You have known it in the past and you know it now that feelings the “inner gut” feeling is what makes you take your decisions and its these feelings that appear to be so relevant and prevalent yet so mysterious and undefined. I have realised that subconscious thoughts are the building blocks of the feelings. The thoughts that go through your head day in and day out ultimately subdue into subconscious and result in form of feelings we have toward a person or situation.
  2.   Is Is it music or is it noise? I have been around a lot of people who treat music as a background score. The music keeps playing with higher and higher volume in the background and people are busy in their own work. I strongly resent such attitude for in such manner people convert music into noise just to block out the emptiness in their head they are not ready to face their own thoughts and hence the noise to block out all type of thoughts and emotions and feeling.
  3. 3.       Death is around the corner. Yes it’s true as I contemplate my own mortality and become aware that I may die any moment it drives me to better utilize my time and achieve my goals. Usually in the daily chores we forget about the life’s clock tickling and forget all about the death but the more you think about it the more you’ll be focused on the things in life that really matter after all.
  4. 4.       “I’m at peace with myself” this is probably the best and the most meaningful thing you can say to yourself. You have to be at peace with what you are or have right now this very very moment not after to reach that position or get that new object of desire. Being at peace with yourself is probably the best thing that you can do to yourself.
  5. 5.       Emptiness is not ugly. Emptiness is when you let go of past, of future of guilts and of expectations. There are too many life gurus in the market the only simple path is to give up your mind’s complexity and be simple, be frugal, be empty.



Thus Spake Parv. Little things in life can offer a paradigm shift to your future sometimes.  

Monday, February 28, 2011




Me and your dog both of us
Compete for her attention
As she enters the home, both of us
Outrun each other to grab her hug
And fight for our piece of consideration

She’s one heartless, callous, cruel lady
For she treats both of us with same love
No matter how hard or smart tricks we try
She’s the one we fight over & over and cry

Stupid dog just makes a cute cupid face
Wags its tail &all the time resides in her bed
Stupid dog grumbles at me & barks insolently
Every time I’m close to her, his eyes are blood red

I say to her “You’re so lucky you have two fans.”
Humans, canines and maybe space aliens someday
I wish just two of us could teleport to another universe
You & I curled up in each other’s arms in our own ways

But when you’re gone office, your dog and I are best friends
Sharing our grief & taking comfort in each other’s melancholy
Looking pensively at the door for the bell to ring & you to walk in
Your dog and I are just your biggest devotees (you can ever have!)

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