Saturday, December 26, 2009

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.

Thursday, December 24, 2009

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

Saturday, December 12, 2009

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.

Wednesday, December 09, 2009

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.

Monday, November 30, 2009

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!

Saturday, November 21, 2009

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?

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

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.

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Monday, October 26, 2009

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!

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"

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.

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!

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.

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!

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

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!


Saturday, October 17, 2009

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.

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

The One

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Friday, October 09, 2009

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'

Sunday, October 04, 2009

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.

Friday, September 25, 2009

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:

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.

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.

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!

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.

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.

Friday, September 11, 2009

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'!

Friday, September 04, 2009

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!!

Tuesday, September 01, 2009

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:
2.This is Nikita's blog which had a beautiful poem "The Doll" a very touching and moving poem indeed, do read it:
3.Anil Sawan has a popular blog "colors" containing some very interesting write-ups, i liked the latest one written on his blog:

Thursday, August 27, 2009

"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.

Monday, August 24, 2009

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.

Thursday, August 13, 2009

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.

Monday, July 20, 2009

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!!

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

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):

6.Thts ME!!!



Friday, June 26, 2009

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!

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

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

Sunday, June 14, 2009

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! 

Friday, June 12, 2009

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.  

Saturday, June 06, 2009

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.

Sunday, May 03, 2009

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?

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

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.

Saturday, April 11, 2009

Monday, April 06, 2009

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

Friday, April 03, 2009

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.

Sunday, March 15, 2009

Invader On My Porch!


A pigeon on my porch
Makes me an unintended host
A Guest I have now
Makes himself feel at home
My home, his home
Our home!

Ever alert, ever intent
Looks, he at me
With curious looks
hard to decipher
I now comfortable
I now alien
In my own home now
I feel like a guest
He a host.

A tresspasser on my porch!
My mind rebels
My ego crashes
Enroacher on my porch!
Invader on my porch!
Blinded, i rush
To free my territory.

Sunday, March 01, 2009

कोशिश करने वालों की- हरिवंशराय बच्चन


लहरों से डर कर नौका पार नहीं होती,
कोशिश करने वालों की कभी हार नहीं होती।

नन्हीं चींटी जब दाना लेकर चलती है,
चढ़ती दीवारों पर, सौ बार फिसलती है।
मन का विश्वास रगों में साहस भरता है,
चढ़कर गिरना, गिरकर चढ़ना अखरता है।
आख़िर उसकी मेहनत बेकार नहीं होती,
कोशिश करने वालों की कभी हार नहीं होती।

डुबकियां सिंधु में गोताखोर लगाता है,
जा जा कर खाली हाथ लौटकर आता है।
मिलते नहीं सहज ही मोती गहरे पानी में,
बढ़ता दुगना उत्साह इसी हैरानी में।
मुट्ठी उसकी खाली हर बार नहीं होती,
कोशिश करने वालों की कभी हार नहीं होती।

असफलता एक चुनौती है, इसे स्वीकार करो,
क्या कमी रह गई, देखो और सुधार करो।
जब तक सफल हो, नींद चैन को त्यागो तुम,
संघर्ष का मैदान छोड़ कर मत भागो तुम।
कुछ किये बिना ही जय जय कार नहीं होती,
कोशिश करने वालों की कभी हार नहीं होती।