Except You.

Incense sticks fill the air
Your presence to feel is rare
I get goosebumps in my hair
Your glory is demon-slayer

Overwhelmed in your company
Graceful in thy presence
Blessed by you I become a saint
Without You I'm maimed

Who should I seek?
Except You.
Where should I go?
Except inside.
Who should I know?
Except me.
Who will bring peace?
Except You.

In You I Find Peace

Sit I here in silence
Sit I here to wait
For God's end of hate
God you are my fate

Rid me of my ignorance
Fill me with sense
Bring Me eternal peace
Touch me like soft breeze

I call you in distress
Forge you in pleasure
Make my mind thy home
Make my thoughts your abode

It is in you only I find Peace

Guest Post... 'The Doll' By Nikita Gupta

You are my doll,

Her grandfather said

As he kissed her cheek

And stroked her head.

She was his joy,

His object of affection.

He pampered her silly,

And loved her like none.

And as night came,

So did he,

Into her room

Where she lay asleep.

He touched her sweet, glowing face,

He held her body close to his

And then peeled off layers of clothing,

Standing in the way of carnal bliss.

Her naked flesh ignited desire,

He feasted his eyes on the heavenly sight.

Gently kissed her head to toe,

And then loved her through the night.

At eight, she was his favourite game-

A compliant companion to play with in bed.

Well, it's true, she was his doll,

Just like her loving grandfather said.

The poem is written by fellow blogger and psychologist-in-the-making Nikita Gupta. This is the poem written by her 6 years ago. Find this poem here on her blog. Check out her blog here.

Guest Post... 'Longing' by Priya

Now, I no more hear or see the prints,

Its an empty bowl with not trace;

Then, it was trees filled with fruits,

Riped to taste the flavor all over the lips.

Now, the music is sad with unknown,

Left in lurch searching to drink;

Then, the room was filled aloud,

tapping the floors mystical rhyme;

Now, she sits alone close to the window,

As her hair lifts by the wind;

Then, she draped all beautiful and glitter,

To touch the rosy petals waiting to dip;

Now and then,

Time flies at day and night;

She never asks why,

And only the unknown knows.

The above poem is by very talented poet Priya. Her popular journal of poems is here. Priya's other blog is here. Both the blogs are highly recommended.


p.s painting by Raja Ravi Varma.

5 Websites Of Authors To Visit Before You Die!

Alright people here it comes again for you some very interesting links from the web jungle chosen and plucked by me for you to enjoy and gain knowledge! Here it is before you 5 websites of famous authors. They offer you different views and a whole new world of words to unravel.. here it is following my previous two posts:

5 Blogs To Visit Before You Die!

5 Websites To Visit Before You Die!

1. Karan Bajaj
The suave author of "Keep Off The Grass" is an IIM and a BIT(Mesra) product. His debut book has been a best-seller and is soon to be made into a movie by a Hollywood production house. Karan Bajaj's website has tips to offer to rookie authors to get their own book published. Find out more about him here.

2. Chetan Bhagat
The less said about this person the better. Chetan Bhagat is te best thing that has happened to Indian publishing industry. There was a time in publishing industry pre-Chetan Bhagat and a time post-Chetan Bhagat. This man changed everything in the Indian literary world. CB sells as much as a newspaper. There's no point in deriding the books he's written for CB has made books relevant to this generation. Check out his official website for a wider perspective of the man.

3.Chuck Palahniuk
He's not just an author he's a preacher. You do not just join his fan club here you join his Cult. The famous author of the book Fight Club which was later made into a movie is a prolific author of several amazing books like Rant, The Diary, Lullaby etc. His website will help you get tips on how to write and know more about minimalist literary movement. He is known for dark humour in his books.

4.Ayn Rand
A path-breaking author is not just a writer she's a philosopher and an institute in herself. Each of her book is a gospel. With her objectivism she never fails to charm the idealists of the world. She's a torch bearer in this world of misery. She's an enlightened being who gives courage to sole fighting spirits of the world who fight for the indivisual liberty. Check out the Indian blog here and more about her here.

5.Samit Basu
An IIM-A drop out who went on to study broadcasting and film making instead, is the author of fantasy novels.  "He's a columnist, screen writer, documentary film maker and freelance journalist writing on travel, film books and pop culture." " Basu is also a comics writer. He writes for Virgin Comics" - Wikipedia. Do I need to say more about the guy? Check out the website dude to know more!

Lost Childhood 2: The Little Boy

i turned around from the 'beer shop'

unsatisfied with the pics clicked

i saw a sight and took some time

to comprehend the gravity of it

a young boy hardly a pre-teen

sat there in middle of busy crowd

collecting beer bottles in a rucksack

a sight so common you wouldn't even care

but his 'work' caught my attention

sat there he, collecting empty bottles

but also collected the last few sips

from each bottle left by the drinker

and emptied them into a single bottle

then quenched his thirst with the cocktail

half filled bottle like trophy he claimed

who's to blame for street urchin's state?

you or me? society or the shop-owner?

useless governments or high decibel NGO's?

a billion people can take the blame, but

who's to take the first step to stop him

will it be you or will it be me?

Lost Childhood 1: The Little Girl

just another end of frantic day

waiting at a over-cramped bus-stop

i darted at a near-by beer shop

to capture some engrossing snaps

but then she came like an angel

smiling, giggling, with a bruised face

i smiled back and asked her to pose

took some snaps to her bewilderment!

she looked at me with so much awe

her eyes told me she didn't had enough

i prepared to move beyond past her

her lips almost parted to say something

i could read it in her eyes~ an emotion

all she wanted to say was 'bhaiyya' (brother)

i didn't stop lest tears flow from our eyes

she disappeared in a blink of an eye

and our relationship met it's final fate

i moved towards the 'wine and beer shop'

the smell of various liquors intrigued me

the intoxicated and the sober stood in line

when a tall black guy tapped me at my back

with a big grin and sugar coated sweet words

asked me if i was looking for 'something'

perplexed i shook my head, puzzled

he pointed at 'the little girl' in corner

asked me if i was single or with friends

did i have a place or i wanted his?

at reasonable price he could give anything

i looked at the terrified girl's warm eyes

i could see in them her father was the pimp

Part 2 of this poem will be updated soon. the title of which is~

Lost Childhood 2: The Little Boy

Kindly go through this article. I read it in the Tehelka magazine. It's worth giving your time and mind. The article is about The Oberoi Brothers.

Kobad Ghandy: Hero Or Villian?

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5 Blogs To Visit Before You Die!

Ladies and Gentlemen. Boys and Girls. Last month I gave you the incredible '5 Websites To Visit Before You Die!' Now here I am to present you with some of the most creative path-breaking mind blowing blogs. These blogs you may or may not have visited deserve your time and it's my promise that after visiting these you'll feel refreshed like a fresh air of spring! These blogs will win your love like they have done of countless other people!

1. sweetmango

This super-talented lady here from Australia is bound to overwhelm you. No amount of appreciation can really match the art she produces. A poet, philosopher, painter, photographer each of her posts is a tantamount to pinnacle of creativity both in form of colours and words. Her blog is an overflowing pot of love and peace. Buddhism is the guiding star and the underlining philosophy of all her creativity. In her own words she is: " Lover, Writer, Poet, Artist, Thinker, Photographer, Friend to all"

2.Deezden

No matter how many adjectives I use it will always fall way short of all that I want to express about this blog. The blog design in itself is a masterpiece like a eternal painting on a canvas. Her paintings and musings is bound to enthrall and transport you to an altogether different dimension of existence. A riot of colours and tradition, of indian culture and religion. All mix and in synergy produce something so spectacular and you only wish you had such talent. All the ingredients of culture tradition religion talent creativity come together like different colour of rainbow to give you a out-of-this-world experience.

3. Journal -Priya

Everyone path breaking concept comes by breaking the status quo of the existing state of things. My blog isn't one of those I confess but this one is. It's said that imitation is the best form of flattery. My blog has a predecessor this is it. When I came across this blog years ago I decided this is the way my blog should be. I always try to match up the standard of poetry Priya has set in her blog. Enigmatic Priya is an artist with words. She paints the feelings and emotions with her beautifully woven words. This one is my inspiration. Visit and read for the feel-good factor!

4.Zenhabits

Now this one is among the top blogs on earth and yes it deserves it to be. Everything about it is so Buddhist and simple. From the minimalist design to career and life changing posts this blog is your guide to life. This is a layman's guide to a happy and whole living. This blog has the power to transform you into a person with a conscious living! This blog was among the 25 top blogs of the TIME magazine.

5.Rakesh Jhunjhunwala

To tell you the truth i don't like this guy much but yeah his blog is worth a view. To those who don't know Rakesh Jhunjhunwala in his own words is "Billionaire a Billion times over" and has statements such as "I’m Rakesh Jhunjhunwala. I’m The World’s 1062nd Richest Man." actually he is. You can spot him on various business channels giving interviews. One thing good about his blog is: it's hilarious! Check it out if you want to have a good laugh!

Happy Memories In Abyss Of Mind

in the above pic (from left): Nitish, Saumitra, Gautam.

Mind works in strange ways

Happy memories fade away

But the sad ones remain

Like dark clouds without rain

I was sitting with happy mind

Came happy memories from hind

I remembered how some friends

Had fought with me like comrades

Once my honour was at stake

Tears were near & happiness away

My days were full of much miseries

Mammoth enemies planned audacities

Tears brimmed in my eyes

How my friends risked their lives

Also honour and social stature

Everything on the edge for rupture

They held hands & stood by my side

Such fierce loyalty & unwavering love

Humbled I stood with infinite strength

How such memories fall in abyss of mind!

The East India Company Vs. India

I was there playing with butterflies

You came for me with guns and knives

I played with flowers, I played with bees

With a gun you said 'I wont let you be'

I smiled at you and gave you a hug

You pushed me aside & called me stupid fuck

I plucked a flower and lovingly gave it to you

Innocent Oblivion, What were you looking for?

'Power', you yelled 'I need your head to bow.'

Sit on your knees and give me respect

'Better die on foot than live on knees' I said

'Death before Dishonour', I stood with straight head

You said you had everyone on your side

That I'd rot alone with no shoulder to cry

Truth doesn't need yes-sayers it stands alone

'the truth shall set you free?' you laughed sore

With a sick propaganda you spread your lies

A gifted speech to impress the gullible minds

I stood with faith in my heart & I sighed

Deep inside me an inner strength replied.

It was the power of truth power of karma

Invisible yet invincible intangible yet intuitive

Great Power rose through whole body

For any force of the world I was ready

Your face froze, ground slipped beneath feet

Where are your lies? Where's your herd of sheep?

The Truth did set me free

Now, say can I play again with butterflies please?

*it's the feelings of 'India' when the east india company came to rule and enslave it.

The One

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If You Are Rich I'm Single!

I was checking this girl for a while

She used to pass and give me smile

I dreamed of making her mine

And one day proposed her in no time

She asked if her expenses i could afford

I smiled faintly and replied 'No'

'Don't waste my time please Go'

I had another girl in my mind

On whom I had laid on my sight

She'll love me she's so sweet & kind

To propose her next would be right

She asked me what car I drive

I said I was planning for a Nano

'Don't waste my time please Go'

Optimist me, I chose to re-attempt

A girl whose generosity knew no ends

She asked if I could gift diamond rings?

I said 'Your imagination has wings'

Can you take me daily to disco?

What happens there I don't even know

'Don't waste my time please Go'

Eight Blood Siblings

Just 13 Billion years ago

Our Milky Way was born

And 4.6 Billion years ago

Hydrogen & Helium condensed

With some solid dust particles

Molecular cloud condensed in itself

And our very own Sun took birth

Eight planets were hence formed

Trapped in orbits by gravity

Eight blood siblings tied by fate

If any of the eight siblings is moved

Our Solar System will falter

Such gravitational forces are at play

When our earth spins, it wobbles

Moon's gravity damps that yet

It moves away 3.8 cm/yr from us

Even the sun will die one day

6 Billion years from today

Our neighboring galaxy Andromeda

And 280 alien Solar Systems

Have been found out by us

May be we have friends on one

Universe' mysteries are ad infinitum.

5 Websites To Visit Before You Die!

Ladies And Gentlemen. Buckle up your seat belts, sit back because these websites are sure to throw you away in an all together new world with full throttle. May be you have visited a few of these ones or maybe not. May be you'll find them an utter waste of your time but they do deserve your attention. Have a look at them and spend time on it, I promise you the experience won't be regretful.

So here they are in no particular order the 5 websites you should visit:

1. The Zeitgeist Movement

All my adult life, i have been wondering about the Utopian society. Just, fair and equal to all. Which of the present structures are most suited for humanity? Capitalism, Communism, Socialism etc. How to integrate the differences existing in the society and give each human being a right to live his life with honour, dignity and freedom. As they say the problem is not solved on the same level it is created i found it here. This movement answered all my question and now i know the real workings of Corporates, World Bank, Bank and Financial Institutions, Religion, and above all the concept of money.

This will open your eyes to a world which is all around you but one you never saw.

2.Deviant Art

This is creative people's heaven. An artists' goldmine and a treasure of masterpieces. It's that place on the internet where if you log in you'll realize that the world is full of creative and talented souls. The creativity of whom knows no boundaries and whose eyes see but beauty everywhere. I visit this site daily and yes i get lost. I lose the tracks of time. I wish i were transported through some miracle into their beautiful company or gain their expertise.

3.Lotus Tarot

Okie Dokie this is a cheeky one but not one to be missed. I'm not much into crystal ball grazing but here it is zen tarot cards laid out for you! These tarot card reading are not phony i can assure you that. There are no spam ads nor are they killing you try their paid services. Take this when when you want to clear the haze and know what's going with you, against you and what's in store for you in the near future. I wish it could also predict questions for my engineering exams. Damn!

4.Hinduism

Here it is your guide to the oldest civilization in the world which has survived with unbroken chain. No fancy graphics no confusing site map. It is as simple as it can be. If you really want to know about Sanatana Dharma this is your one stop Wikipedia presented in a logical manner. A website for people looking for some serious material and about Hindu texts.

5. Greenpeace India

Through this website I came to know how our "trusted" companies like TATA and Nestle are fooling us and taking advantage of government's laxity. You should get registered at their website and know that these people are not screaming climate lunatics but rare and genuine people who are fighting for our rights and our planets. The causes we wont be interested to waste our 2 mins of precious time these people are going to jail for it. Risking their entire lives for you. They deserve your support.

The Girl With Polio

I see this girl in my college everyday

She's the one with polio and a walker tray

Each small step for her is a long journey

How slowly she passes corridor you must see

Still no hint of self-pity or apathy on face

Just some innocence and smiling grace

I look at her and wonder how she feel

People swiftly passing her so mobile

Jumping, running and brisk walking

But then she always has one friend

With whom all her time is spend

I pass through corridor and see the duo

Side by side at all times, in no hurry to go

The friend i swear is smart and beautiful

But I look at her, she's so simple and lovely

Like a guardian angel always with her only

They share a bond so deep it can only be felt

I feel it everytime I see them together and melt

She has all the patience to walk slowly, I dwell!

I kept observing and looking for them everyday

I noticed how the Polio girl smiled for her friend

A smile so true it gets beneath your skin for good

A smile so true in a world of fake ones is a sunshine

Her friend could have been making many friends

Running and howling in the corridors and fields

For some reasons angelic she acted as her shield!

I see them and mentally bless them both

I feel like an elder witnessing two nice souls

So much love i see, Oh God! bless me

I intent daily to go and talk to them

May be smile as I pass and say Hi!

Tell the polio girl it's OK and I care

And then turn around to her friend

Tell her I notice and see her everyday

Due to you I know what's 'Good Karma'!

What Am I Reading?

The past few days have been intellectually stimulating for me. Well they better be I finished reading 5 books. It makes me so happy to read. I am not a voracious reader but still I read to the limit i can push myself to read! It isn't as bad as it is. Here Are the 5 books which i have finished reading recently. They are:

1.Go Kiss The World

~Subroto Bagchi

Well sure some time has passed since finishing this one. Subroto Bagchi is one of the co-founders of MindTree. I had read many of his articles in many magazines and i was impressed to say the least. I had very high expectations which I admit the book didn't lived up to. I was keen to read on Bagchi's parents and his upbringing on which the articles were about. That part about the book about the parents was no doubt interesting but it is the details that get onto you.

It is a book for entrepreneurs and people in the corporate sector. The book has more of Bagchi's professional life and all the assignments which gets sketchy.

2.Angels And Demons

~Dan Brown

OK don't gape at me with full eyes but yes I'm pretty late at this one but finally i finish this never-ending one. I'm slow at Dan Brown i have noticed something makes me go slow at his novels and the thickness of them makes me go s.....l.....o.....w.....e.....r too!! But this was a nice one. I saw the movie right after I finished the book!

3.The Curious Case Of Dog In The Night Time

~Mark Haddon

I am in love with this one. The lead character Christopher Boone is an autistic kid and studies in a special school. He goes about to investigate the murder of his neighbour's dog 'Wellington'. But more important than the story is the way in which it is told. The chapters are numbered with prime numbers. Christopher who is gifted in mathematics and has special liking for prime numbers says:

"Prime numbers are what is left when you have taken all the patterns away. I think prime numbers are like life. They are very logical but you could never work out the rules, even if you spent all your time thinking about them."

and here's another one:

"I think people believe in heaven because they don't like the idea of dying, because they want to carry on living and they don't like the idea that other people will move into their house and put their things into the rubbish."

4.My Friend Sancho

~Amit Varma

I was dying to read this one. After all the rave reviews I read everywhere this was on my top list and thankfully i finally did it. I read this one in just two sittings interrupted by nothing but sleep and believe me it was unputdownable. The author Amit Varma is a blogger and a journalist and has used his book amply to promote his blog. The book in itself is full of humorous quotes and witty remarks which will make you laugh more than a dozen times and let me tell you if you've been thinking that this is a love story novel you need to read it to get your misconceptions removed.

5.The White Tiger

~Arvind Adiga

This one is very close to my heart for two reasons. ONE- The way Delhi has been described here makes it lovable to me. Especially when he tells about the book-seller in the PVR Saket market it almost gave me goosebumps. I was totally in awe of the book. He has shown the India in a way that i myself see India. The poor have been rotting in the Darkness while rich people are making a killing by living in the Light. This one is a well researched book and the way in which he describes the Bharat from which we are unaware of just gives you goosebumps. A very fine read indeed.

Hope you don't mind the randomness and lack of thought in the post!!

Currently Reading:

Autobiography Of A Yogi ~ Paramhansa Yogananda

Future Reading:

Diary Of Anne Frank~Anne Frank

Krishna~Osho

Surely You're Joking Mr.Feynman~ Richard Feynman

Wish To Read:

Keep Off The Grass~Karan Bajaj

The Case Of Exploding Mangoes~Mohammed Hanif

I can read anything I guess except course books!!

I The Prime Minister

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Here are some of the useful links you may visit and find worthy of your time:

1.sm's blog on politics and fashion and everything in between. A comprehensive and very informative blog for a layman:

From Politics To Fashion

2.This is Nikita's blog which had a beautiful poem "The Doll" a very touching and moving poem indeed, do read it:

The Doll

3.Anil Sawan has a popular blog "colors" containing some very interesting write-ups, i liked the latest one written on his blog:

love,tears & smile

"Kaushik ek din teri achchai tjhe le doobegi"

"Kaushik one day your goodness will drown you"

-A very wise man who knows me and is known by the name of Gautam Dhameja.

WARNING: The following post contains convoluted self-analysis.. it is a cruel dissection with no rona-gaana about wicked fate and evil people. You may waste your time reading this as i am wasting time writing it! ;) okkk that last line i was just kidding!

As I rushed to meet my friend Gautam in Noida for a urgent crisis for which the clock was ticking faster than Bolt runs his sprints. I tried to be a good samartian and helped a passer-by in which as usual i made a fool of myself. (don't investigate further details its my blog and i ain't gonna tell :) )

I narrated the incident to Dhameja and he offered me the golden words of wisdom-

"Kaushik ek din teri achchai tjhe le doobegi"

Then a thought process complicated than a chain reaction and more explosive than the anti-matter ( just finished Angels and Demons) started in my head. It's proven beyond doubt that the "seedha-saadha" Parv Kaushik has always suffered in the face of "tez-tarrar" people. People often tend to confuse kindness with weakness ( yes i stole it from Swordfish when John Travolta says it to Hugh Jackman)

The seedha-saadha aadmi (SSA- THE SPECIES I CONSIDER I BELONG TO) is almost extinct now. It does not even figures in the endangered species list. Probably SSA is going to be in the next issue of 'Lost Species Of 21st century'. The characteristics of the SSA species are as follows:

1. These species carry a malfunctioning hereditary DNA of imaandaari "honesty" in them.

2. They are genuinely nice to everybody and fail to prioritize their behaviour in relation to the returns expected from other members of other species. (I call it 'selective affability')

3. These species as predicted by Gautam Buddha speak the truth and live the condemned life. They walk on the path of the truth and pay for it- Buddha.

4.They can easily be trapped and fooled once you present a rosy picture and behave nicely. SSA's are easily trusting hence the annihilation of the species.

5. Docile species rarely reacts even when it sees it is being harmed. People often see it as SSA's foolishness. ( which I'm afraid we are - foolish)

6.Will always fail in business bcuz thy will be too shy to ask for their own money.

etc. etc. etc.

Since I'm currently reading "The Curious Case Of Dog In The Night-time" by Mark Haddon let me analyse my kryptonite (seedhapan) the way the lead character Christopher would. Let me like Kaavya Vishwanathan's Opel Mehta chalk out steps to end my kryptonite and enter into the skin of normal human species to survive.....

WAIT.. WAIT.. WAIT..

DO I REALLY WANT TO?

Let me get this straight. I touch my heart and i ask myself... If I want to change? Can i change? I think the world is full of smart and over-smart people. It's OK being a fool. It's OK to trust people even when you know they don't deserve it. Trusting is important, people are not. A clean heart and a clean conscience is all i have and perhaps all i need. I look around at the insanity around me lifestyle addiction, politics, jealously, hatred, anger. I'm happy being a kid in adults world.

Yes I'm an SSA but yes i can say with my held held high that there ain't no person whom i cannot look into the eyes. Believe me I can. I did commit mistakes i did disappoint people but in my heart i know I'm pure. Let me suffer it's OK but somewhere deep down inside i know when Dhameja sleeps tonight he'll know they are still nice people around. There are people ain't mad after money, sex, power, fame.

I don't know how many would have left before reading and comprehending any of this stuff. At last i don't think i can change. Its a handicap may be. But if you ask my heart I'll happily renounce the material world for a clear conscience before i die if that's the price for it. May be I'll survive in this jungle may be i wont but i want to sleep tonight peacefully.

I Need A Miracle

My face covered with sweat

I'm so dizzy

The Heat by all accounts

Is not funny

A clean sky haunts my eye

Some obscure farmer ends his life

Sun has no mercy for the meek

Even the strong admit total defeat

I cry to rain God for some relief

This drought sends more grief

A dal for 100 rs. per kg

Judgement day i can foresee

For sin aplenty we are punished

Our coffins getting burnished

I wail.. I scream.. I cry aloud..

The government before God has bowed

They sit with their faces proud

High up in power corridors on clouds

How many will sleep hungry tonight,

And how many will party overnight?

I need an answer I need a miracle

Jokes Rain God's playing isn't satirical

When idiots sit in authority of humanity

When vanity overpowers their sanity

Will they help that obscure dead farmer,

Or will they keep dancing to wealthy charmers?

Big politicians feed us their daily lies

Will they ever care to hear our cries?

I need an answer I need a miracle

I need someone to answer my prayers.

BIG CITY LIFE

I wake up to screaming alarm clocks

Half sleep and haunting dead-lines

With a cold heart and rushing mind

Fighting for my own brief limelight

Bearing the traffic and the crowds

Jostling to fight every single frown

Sore heart, false ego and attitude

I'm an Urban Monk with no gratitude

Filled to core with materialistic greed

Depressed, angry, overfed and obese

A ritzy condo in the concrete jungle

Everyone except me in city is fungal

Lonely heart calls for care and attention

I want some respect and little recognition.

This city is after all a wild, deadly jungle

With the meek preys and hunters mural

A smile can get me maim and paralysed

Beside me, in which soul can I confide?

This big city life I'm trying to get by

Pressurised in a cubicle cabin I quietly sigh.

Rs. 12 Ice Cream And An Observing Eye

His tattered school bag

His uniform torn to rags

Wearing discarded hawai slipper

Ambitious eye with spark glitter

Trodding back from his slum school

Carrying a 12Rs. treasure in a spool

Walking past candy shops and cold-drink stalls

He knew he didn't belong to slum walls

He went to the posh upmarket bazaar

One with flashy cars outside many bars

He observed with a keen eye

Entered McD without a sigh

He went straight to place the order

Armed with cheapest Ice Cream he did wander

Studied everyone with a spy-eye

Scrutinised & beholded everything inside

"Why are these people so richie?

What makes them so bewitching?

Why am I so poor and worthless?

These things one day I'll possess."

Stealthily he moved alert as bee

All awhile silent and complete

Confident and somewhat arrogant

His empty pocket still did haunt.

A rage for success burning inside

Outside calm & peace bona fide

Alone & reserved all the while

'Winner Stands Alone' the saying is wise

p.s. it just so happened that a friend of mine told me that once Dhirubhai Ambani earned 12 Rs. and went to drink tea at a place where rich people dined. his intention was to know how rich people act and what do they do. The next day i spotted this kid in McD who was there with this 12Rs. Ice Cream (the cheapest eatable in McD) roaming around and with an observing eye!!

Sankat Six!!! Blogger Meet In New Delhi.

thts Kadambari(missing) and me!

thts Nikita and Mukund!

This is about the Blogger meet held in New Delhi on Sunday, 12 July 2009.

It was a lazy Sunday afternoon when i was in two minds about going to CP for the "Blogger's Meet" which i estimated would be attended by not more than 3 people! (Kadambari, Mukund and me). Although I had assured Kadambari convincingly of my presence and had even actively publicised the event here I was thinking of a convincing excuse to excuse myself from meeting 2 strangers 30 kms away in scorching heat. I decided to skip calling Mukund (an angel guy who'd drive me in his yaan to CP). To my surprise Mukund called himself to fix the time and location from where he'd pick me up. Being a bad lier I couldn't come up with a nice excuse and half-heartedly schemed the trip.

Mukund, an engineering graduate was an angel indeed. A cool suave guy with less attitude and more sense. He was interesting to talk to and both of us didn't get bored. We exchanged our views and experiences. We picked up Kadmbari from South Ex outside the McD's, she was amicable and talkative. With her in the car it was three of us chirping continuously like birds on a tree. Lil' did I know that this chirping would only end when we'd depart.

Kadambari, Mukund and me reached the McD at CP full 40 mins before the scheduled time, it didn't act as a deterrent to our continuous chirping. Soon (to my surprise!) Ajay, Nikita and Prabhjot also turned up for the meet. It was now 6 of us who were combing the CP area for a CCD to accommodate us and our continuous chirping. Our "Sankat Six" ran into trouble when our combing operation turned into 'search and keep searching operation' for a CCD which after much sweat and afternoon walk was found a stone's throw distance from the origin of our combing operation (of course we took the wrong direction!).

By the time CCD greeted us our introductions/inhibitions were done with. Personal and Professional details had been extracted and processed. CCD was the Round-2 of our "meet"! What followed was something i think no one of us anticipated. All of us were so engrossed and comfortable with one another that it was hard to remind ourselves that just an hour before we were complete strangers and would have crossed each others path without even giving a second look. Here we were like a close knit childhood friends always chirping and chirping, rarely feeling out of place or out of words.

Each one of us was unique and interesting. Kadambari spilled the beans of Nikita doing a personality profiling on all of us and the whole CG of the meet shifted to Nikita. All of us started feeling like specimens in a lab pinned on a wall and being observed by a lab coat wearing psychologist! We had our reveng for feeling like this by bugging her to say something *anything* about us and her observations and analysis about each one of us! (Due to personal reasons my personality profiling will not be discussed!! )

Ajay never ran out of his stories and when the chirping mill was running low he would take charge and fire his extraordinary adventurous stories. His 200-match-losing-streak story, his haryana-wedding-documentary-story, his-many-blogs-story, his-dry-region-story, his career-and-exams-story et al. All his stories are stored in the back of my head like a tape-recorder.

Kadambari was never at a loss of words. The only one to order hot coffee always cheered the spirit of the meet and encouraged everyone to speak and participate. No-one tried to dominate the discussion which made the meeting so comfortable. Kadambari would never fail to come up with funny one-liners and witty jokes which were enough to keep us giggling. I don't know if anybody noticed but we laughed more than we do when we meet strangers like this. Laughter comes so hard in this harsh and cold world. Here we were laughing our hearts out at any trivial joke, at any joke we cracked on each other!

Then there was Prabhjot who in spite of the best efforts of all of us did a Manmohan Singh and remained quiet throughout the meet. Even our psychologist failed to read the personality of Prabhjot but still he couldn't have been shy otherwise he wouldn't have come at all to meet strangers!

After the meet it was Mukund and me who went back to Noida. We again had a lot of time to chat and share our experiences. In the little time we had we developed a great bonding and decided to meet again since both of us stay here in Noida itself. As i walked towards my bike parked in Atta Market I wondered had Mukund not called I would have missed having so much fun and the pleasure of meeting such nice and interesting people!

Sankat Six: Mukund, Me, Kadambari, Prabhjot and Nikita. Ajay is missing as he was taking the pic!

The Sankat Six can be found here (in alphabetical order):

1.Ajay

2.Kadambari

3.Mukund

4.Nikita

5.Prabhjot

6.Thts ME!!!

My Noida Market!!

Fried omelettes, boiled eggs

Milk shakes and " Sirjee No Change"

Women in bright sarees

Walk beside those in Denim Capris

Girls with long saloon cut hair

Girls with 2 short ponies

Guyz with thick spectacles

Guyz with cigarettes on bikes

Men with big bellies & bigger wallets

Men with big cars & foul tongue

Neon lights and fluorescent bulbs

Chatpati 'tikkis' & paani batashas

Irritated husbands & excited children

Small poor children serving dishes

Liquor shops brimming with activity

Beggars promising salvation for cheap price

My Noida Bazaar pulsating with energy!

Maa

A brief moment ago

I glimpsed a pregnant lady

A woman on a journey to be a 'Mother'

A transformation, a reincarnation

The pregnant lady was elegant

Carrying in her seed of mankind

I looked at her wondering

'If she was a single person;

or there were two of 'em?'

She was a coalescence of two bodies,

In her she bore the future of humanity

The ultimate cosmic union of 'em

A carrier of divine spark, divine reality

Midway between a Woman and a Mother

Mother-baby communion with one another

Mother- is the source of us all

I reject the belief of masculine God

God has to be a Mother

Mother by her very nature can't be human

She's a divine being nurturing us all.

p.s. the above painting is by the iconic painter Raja Ravi Varma

Kalpana Loves Ghajini!

His ruff and tuff looks

His fiery eyes

His Gujjar accent

His bappi da's 'sone' ka style

His macho goons

His blacker than black shirt-pant combo

His sinister ways and evil deeds

His big-owned factories

His hairline receeds

He's tall dark and handsome

He's all I ever dreamed of love

He'll buy me 3 ambassadors

He'll get me modelling contracts

He'll be my Salem i'll be his Monica

He's a darling, My charming sight

He's tough as a bull

He hits enemies with iron rods (in full delight)

I used to hate him, I luv him now

He was angry, he was a foe

I blew the lid off his girl racket (oops!)

He touched my heart with his angst look

He changed my mind with his iron rod

He turned my bf to memory freak

Ghajini- my man, my new boyfriend!

Sorry Sanjay,  keep the med student  

Choosing Ghajju is much more prudent! 

GB Road- The Sin Road

A night I was in New Delhi

A night alone with street lights

With heavy traffic and begging lunatics.

New Delhi Railway Station- My destination

Standing alone at "Ajmeri Gate Side"

Lightning up my cigarette to kill time

A full 3 hours to board my train

Alone with a thousand thoughts stranded.  

I decided to take a walk

A walk to a destination most infamous

Whose trail was learned from a friend.

With empty mind and no desires

I risked the custom and my reputation

Character after all is a cage.

GB Road was the disgraced address

Delhi's home to pimps and whores.

I walked a walk a lonely walk

Knowing not what to expect.

What would be it like to take a walk

Through the sin road of sinister souls

Would I lose my rational mind?

Would i forgo my repute and character?

And yield to the bodily temptations?

I had to find out, I had to go.

Through the traffic I made my way

Walking slowly, consciously to my destination

I knew I was on the right path.

For I saw girls - faces covered with cloth

In the rickshaws, on the bike's backseat

Faceless anonymous bodies cruising through.

Old lurid & rickety structure welcomed me

There I was in plenitude of dissolution

My heart beated albeit slowly, heavily.

As if to make a complete mockery of law

A police station right across the street.

'Plum Posting' it must be, I said to me.

A feeling of pervasive suffocation enveloped me

Behind the shady windows of buildings stood Whores 

"Whores" I said to myself in shock and rant

"Whores" with little more than their bras on them

Stood behind the heavy iron grills of the windows

Signalling me, Gesturing me, pinpointing me, to come

"Whores" behind their 'grills' -euphemism for jail bars

"Whores" ready to sell their body for anyone & everyone

And then my eyes locked upon a window

A 12 yr old or so little girl gesturing me.

A spectacular human tragedy of which

I was the audience with front row seats.

Suffocation filled me, I couldn't breathe

I needed to get outta there else i vomit.

Rebellion and Revolt struck my mind

Little mind of me unable to comprehend

Unable to decipher the question 'Why?'

Never had I imagined such a painful sight,

I wanted to scream, wail and cry all night

I was helpless and hopeless that night.  

Death and All His Friends

I nurture a secret desire- to Die

Death and all His friends

Are welcome in my abode

Death is the only destination

The only thing certain in life

Isn't it funny

To desire Death all the time?

May be a violent may be a silent Death

Death is the goal of life

What is life?

March in the face of Death

The moment we are born

Death starts approaching

Death is the answer

Death is the liberation

Death is the door

Death is the beginning

Death is the nectar of life

Death is funny, it's a celebration

Why cry when somebody die?

The rich die the poor men die

The Kings die the beggars die

The geniuses die the lunatics die

We are dying each moment.

The thought of Death

The thirst of Death

Death is not an enemy

Death is a long lost lover

Waiting eternally for reconciliation

Death, Who are you?

Where are you?

Why are people scared of you?

Why they can't even talk about you?

Sing about you, laugh about you?

Answer me I'm waiting

At least give me a taste of you, Death.

The Question Is 'Why?'

photo: on the left is OSHO in his younger years on the right hand is me.

Why friends always change,

While enemies remain same?

Why love perpetually fluctuates,

While hate remains eternal?

Why happy memories evaporate

While the sad ones crystallise?

Why innocence hides

While cunning seeks?

Why a single drop of pure water

Can't purify a glass of dirty water?

When a single drop of dirty water

Has power to contaminate the whole?

Why does it take years

To nurture a relationship

While one moment is enough

To break it all apart?

Why is it tedious to accept fault

While easy to pass on the blame?

Why is it so easy to wail on past

While difficult to accept and change?

I Have Looked

I have looked thru Honour

I have looked thru Beautiful girls

I have looked thru Power

I have looked thru Fame

I have looked thru Thoughts

I have looked thru Alcohol

I have looked thru Socialites

I have looked Everywhere.

This turbulent mind knows no peace,

This thirsty soul drinks from no pond.

I know not who I am,

I know not where I am.

I'm done with Dreams,

And Empty Illusions.

Save me Buddha, Death is near.

Free me before I die.

'YES WE CAN' & 'Economic Recession' are white lies

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Guest Post... 'Greater Noida' By Rimjhim Varma

Wide roads, huge crossroads

reproducing pigeons and no crows 

extreme weather, strong sunrays 

lots of wind and blue cold days 

green belts innumerous

beside the largest gutters

apartments like mushrooms

all empty...one or the other

there are no people, except the native

but its a question of years, just four or five 

we've been living here and we'll be more

and we've been loving it and we'll do more 

to watch a city grow

with yourself along

is oh so cherishable

but also oh so long

we'll be gone in an year

but you won't stop to grow 

and thats how we'll love

and we'll love you so...... BY-RIMJHIM VARMA

Classroom Zeitgeist..

Half-burnt ciggarette butts

A girls ungracious rebuff

A scrambled room

Even more scrambled mind

Leaky pipes, pesky mosquitoes

Living life on fried potatoes

On Pamela Anderson's posters

On cheap magazines subscriptions

A "cool-waanabe" attitude

An anonymous face in the crowd

"Mr. Popular" in the waiting

Painful dreams of adulation

Weekdays full of studies

Weekends full of whiskies

An arrogance of oblivion

Cocky attitude of empty mind

I'm surrounded by such people in college

Who never cared to know Pablo Neruda.

yes i'm surrounded by such people in my very own class and tell you what i'm very very pissed off by the sheer magnitude of stupidity human brains can carry.