Neurotic Pandemonium

The joy

2013-12-24T11:17:00.001+05:30

The cold chill of the breeze blowing from the sea,
Black as the night, the times without thee,
Of all the moments by the beach,
Amidst laughs and tears, made promises to keep.

The drowning of light, mirrored by white,
The shower of love on the rock by the sea,
The eventuality of certainty and time,
And the depth of life, shown by thee.

The chaos of those who enveloped us,
The bicker, the choice, the undergoing trial,
Drove a wedge, uprooted the tree,
Tears of gloom blurred the moments of glee,
As it sunk, sank along did I,
I miss you, the joy of my eye.

Yellow

2013-07-31T08:50:00.001+05:30

The words that echo before audiorgasm of Clare Torry envelopes lives of those who've had everything they could possibly fathom from life.

"And I am not frightened of dying, any time will do, I
Don't mind. Why should I be frightened of dying?"

One of the best rock music albums of all times by arguably one of the best musical band ever to have existed. Theirs was a story of the ebbs and flows that one expects in friendships panning the entire lifetime. Shine On was one such example.
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As they grew, they knew and they played,
In the soil, with the colors and the wise of age,
And then one day, they ploughed and lay,
Feed water and sun, protect by the night and by the day,
Until it escaped, their minds and her clay.

They grew, now apart, wedged by time,
While their toil, towards.
In the midst of catching up,
Of each with the sun,

The flower of the sun, now grown,
The lives of the boys, mellow,
The sun, the flower, the bond, the unknown,
Yellow.
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And that's why he'd go on, "I never said I was frightened of dying."

Happiness. We pursuit.

2013-07-28T22:26:00.001+05:30

From the first step to the first word,
From the first bite to the last fight,
From the first light to the first sight,
From the first time to the last dime,
We think no tall and expend it all.

In the eyes of the mother, to the sight of the teacher,
In the heart of the wife, to the kin for life,
In the eyes of the dreamer, and the beat of the lover,
In the passion of the teen, for the friends which seem.

We ignore the truth,
And happiness, we pursuit.

Something from the past. #Philok

2013-03-17T23:12:00.002+05:30

·        Always smile. It keeps you strong.
·        He who wrote, forgot to stop. He who stopped, never wrote.
·        Either you are or you never were.
·        If you can, somebody can. If nobody cannot, you may still can.
·        You take some, you hit one. That is how fighters fight.
·        When the going gets tougher, it’s time to go for the kill.
·        Facts don't change, Judgments do
·        To get what you deserve, be what you desire.
·        When things don't go your way, don't blink just yet.
·        When life throws melons, duck.
·        When history repeats itself, you are at the wrong place at the wrong time.
·        When life throws lemons at you, make lemonade and enjoy the show!
·        Time is the Nature's Doc. It cures EVERYTHING.
·        "Wounds of time, take time to heal. So much of it, that no medicine can make you run faster and beat the invincible."
·        When you fight, your instinct takes over your mind. The mantra for a victory is to let the mind take over your instinct€
·        it’s not tough to be a winner, it’s the desire backed with conviction to win which is.
·        Nobody decides if they want to race or not. The only decision you have to make is to win or not to.
·        Dream to make them come true. Desire to be able to dream.
·        Hope is for hopeless people.
·        Giving a 100% is all it takes to get the desired outcome.
·        Anything in excess, is one step closer to perfection.
·        Weakness is what every adversary looks for. Hide it or lose it.
·        Never be afraid of challenges and never be tensed about the outcomes. Just keep working diligently and the smile will be yours.
·        Time gives us money. Money takes away time.
·        If you ogle on palaces, you'll never bend to tie your shoe laces.
·        There's humor everywhere. Apparently, we are blind to it.
·        Adding more hay to the stalk won’t help you find the needle.
·        Not everyone can swim. Even swimmers drown.
·        Never make a promise you can't keep, even to just please someone.
·        To earn what you deserve, be what you desire.
·        To get what you want, be what you desire.
·        There's wisdom that cannot be passed for it makes no sense but it works all the time.
·        If you can't win against yourself, you can't win against anyone.
·        Nothing can be simpler than fighting the challenges life throws at you and coming out on top.
·        Isn’t it all about going after what YOU dream of than of what OTHERS tempt you with?
·        When things go out of control, you should too.
·        Trust is more powerful than love can ever be.
·        Be right back, or be left back.
·        Eventually isn't it all about resisting the temptations?
·        The battle is not over until you are dead.
·        Everyone falls down. The one who gets up one more time than he has fallen, wins.
·        Never aim for second best. Either come first or third. Being second is being first amongst losers.
·        Once a fool, never a laugh.
·        Always settle for the better. It will want you go graduate to the best. Vice-versa doesn't apply.
·        Life’s biggest sin would be to break a girl’s heart. Second biggest would be to disrespect a woman.
·        If it were not for the broken relations of yesterday, you wouldn't be what you are today.
·        Navigate in darkness and you'll never ask for directions.
·        All that there is, is there. All that there is not, is there as well.
·        The biggest pleasure of life lies in saying "hey, I made it!!"... So go out there and do it.
·        In life, speeding is not the right way to enjoy the scenery :-)
·        If I could, I would have already. Since I can, I will do it no matter what.
·        Always do something that surprises you.
·        If you could control your mind, you could really throw people out of your heart.
·        Smile is the best ornament nature has bestowed use with. Use it, flaunt it. Just don't lose it.
·        it’s not how you do it, it’s all about how you enjoy doing it.
·        Every single second teaches us a lot of things. The sooner we learn, the more knowledge we can gain. So why waste knowledge?
·        Some decisions, no matter how hard, have to be taken to harden yourself. #perkytweets
·        Dearth of resources should not limit your will to race.
·        There are a lot of things that I could regret upon only if I could remember them...
·        How can you expect to be forgiven if you don't have the guts to say sorry?
·        The three simple steps to success - read, read and read.
·        Everything but your goal, is a deterrent to get to your goal.
·        You cannot climb unless you’re unafraid of the fall.
·        The simplest form of life is to love.
·        You don't have a life unless you have a dream. You don't have a dream unless you've lived.
·        If you cannot appreciate what you have, you cannot respect what you get.
·        Music is probably the only constant in this ever changing life.
·        If you cannot defend what you stand for, you cannot stand to defend anything.
·        Study to Learn. Knowledge is more powerful than Education.
·        Success is a feeling of pure satisfaction without any materialistic pleasures.
·        Hard-work leads to satisfaction.
·        Night also teaches us to appreciate the beauty of sunrise.
·        What’s the fun of drinking from a glass that is too big for the peg?
·        giving up is akin to committing suicide.
·        When you have 2 change urn decision, remember d reason that made u change it. Remember it 4ever & you'll never let down in life.
·        The art of deceiving lies in the skills of deception.
·        Nobody is powerful unless we let them be. Nobody is weak unless we let ourselves be.
·        Nobody is a winner until we let them be. Nobody is a loser unless we let ourselves be.
·        Everything happens for a reason, and does not happen for a larger reason.
·        Learning to say NO is equivalent to saying YES to new things in life.
·        Night is the only time of the day when I can see everything clearly.
·        You just don't run away from a fight. Either you live or you die.
·        Every fucking individual on this planet wants to have a piece of the pie, but nobody wants to bake it.
·        Isn’t everything really very simple? All you have to do is the right thing at the right time.
·        Everything has its own charm. You decide which ones attract you.
·        In life, everyone is expendable. #SadButTrue
·        Night is the only time of the *day* when I can see everything clearly.
·        If you can't pick up what's obvious, you will never learn anything in life.
·        Always listen to your intuition. It’s the only thing that will never let you down in life.
·        Humans can go beyond the boundaries of nature and yet remain caged within them!
·        Nothing beats nothing. Something beats something. Anything can beat anything. But everything cannot beat everything. Be content
·        Whilst being punched by life, just hold back and bide your time. Then knock the life out of life.
·        Overdose kills, but in the end we all die. What’s the fun of drinking when the glass is too big for the peg?
·        When you replace booze from your priority list, you're actually doing something worthwhile.
·        In life, speeding is not the right way to enjoy the scenery :-)
·        Everything happens for a reason and does not happen for a larger reason.
·        A few things in life, like death, happen only once.
·        it is!
·        No one knows what face the cube is resting on unless another face takes its place.
·        Life is a simple equation with known unknowns.
·        Life’s a bitch. Fuck her, before she ditches you.
·        THAT in no way means I'm giving up. No. Not now. Not ever.
·        Love is nothing...trust, belief and understanding forms the core of all relationships!!
·        I better get going before I get going...
·        Love your bed as you love your woman...
·        Not being able to talk doesn't mean that I don't miss you. It’s just another way of asking why you aren’t here.

And then it rained

2012-07-20T15:44:00.003+05:30

Roaring waves speak to me
The message she sent,
Heavens cry out to me
The tears she wept,
Air carries the storm to me
The storm inside her heart.

These waters that wash my feet
Are telling me to hold on,
She is sleeping peacefully
And wants to hold on to me.

The skies thunder and concur me
Not let me allay the pain;
They speak of the angst
And point me to where she lain.

The breeze is moist with her tears
As the salt touches my lips,
Its the permit from her to me
In her heart she still keeps.

Rains. Mumbai.

2012-07-17T15:56:00.002+05:30

Gone are the days, from the city of dreams,
When the heavens burst, and the dwellers screamed.

Gone are the days, from the eyes of the grey
The sea used to roar, land washed by waves.

Gone are the days, from lives of the vendors,
The young used to eat, while love pondered.

Gone are the days of happiness from peasants,
The lived another year, life looked pleasant.

Gone are the days, for flora and fauna,
Humans struck the mute, for they did not harm us.

Welcome the days of dark and gloom,
The rains are absent, so are the blooms,
The man of today, seen the nature to click,
For the generations to come, for them to view and shriek.

--(C) Alok Shah

Crossroads

2012-06-27T22:15:00.000+05:30

When you chase the dream, and give it all,

When you reach the goal, gave it all,

When you feel the free, the feel that cannot stall,

The goal is the mirage that turns into wall,

That slap in the face, the beginning of the fall.

When you climb the mountain, oh so high,

When the peak seemed far, now nigh,

When being on top, gave many a fright,

The loneliness, the first sigh,

The vision that made you sacrifice.

What mattered then, does it matter now?

Did you ask yourself why and how?

All the fields and farms that you plough,

For the sake of the ones,

That you ponder now.

Take a stand, for their sake,

Take a call, do not fake,

For every decision that you take,

Will shape the life that you make,

That makes you smile, when it’s late.

The time has come,

The opportunity too,

Life is one,

Dreams are few.

Dreams. Of lines and more.

2011-11-13T19:59:00.001+05:30

Beyond the night and the days,
Of the years gone and may,
Of the dreams, these eyes foray,
Magical the instant, cease to stay.

Dreams of night and of those days,
Tunnel of hope in the absence of rays,
Souls that falter, Minds astray.

Dreams.

Scientifically, dreams are the thoughts of the sub-conscious.
Cinematically, they’re as fictional as Inception.
Realistically, they are the destination.
Pragmatically, they define us. Their chase defines us.

Take a moment out of that dreamchase. Analyse.
For, you can now tell the relative difference between who you were and who you are now after you started the chase.
The chase has defined you. The chase has changed you and the chase has made you. Its this chase that takes you away from people or closer to their hearts. This chase either makes you stronger or enriches you with experience success or failure, in this case does not matter because the growth, knowledge, wisdom you seek is what you attained. The volume, however, varies depending on the degree of efforts in the fields of discipline, determination and dedication that you’re invested.
When I was a kid, my father never taught me to dream about success or glory, neither did he ask me to be the best. The only lesson, as he would say, was gain knowledge and the rest would follow. I am certain Vidhu Vinod Chopra shared a drink with my old man for what is a cliche now were words of wisdom then. Looking back, I feel its the best piece of advice that a parent could give their child and it is upon us to make use of it however we deem fit.
Today, as most of us are sharing status updates on multiple social networking media, share humour, share emotions and share a piece of us, we also continue learning and chasing our dream. The dreamchase is a chase one endures until the last breath and gives up trying. That is what dreams are. They are never ending just as our imagination, which is as developed as our knowledge about this world we live in.

Dreams don’t make you happy, but they make you knowledgeable.

The Boatman

2011-11-07T20:22:00.000+05:30

As I walk by the sea, see the sun settle for the last time before they mark off one more year for her, I chance upon
this rather calm, confident, hard working and all knowing boatman.

He's rowing across the wave, a homecoming for him, however, he is working tirelessly as with every row of his oar
he inches closer to the warmth and love that he has been coming home to for the last decade. Only this time it is different.
This time, he fights. For a calm sea offers no assistance just as she offers no resistance.

The wind, however, chances upon her and makes the homecoming trickier. Nonetheless, he rows.
He rows knowing only he can row and only home can satiate the eyes, the heart, the soul.

What

2011-11-01T01:21:00.000+05:30

What’s the fun if one doesn’t worry about the challenge?
What’s the fun in a fight if you’re not getting hurt?
What’s the fun in gaining without losing?
What’s the fun in living without dying?

We worry so that we face the challenge.
We fight so that we don’t continue to get hurt.
We gain so that we stop to lose.
We live so that we inch closer to death.

Fun

2011-11-01T01:20:00.000+05:30

Fun as it used to be, fun as it is now,

Fun that it will be, fun shall be how?

Fun never let us grow, they raised their brow,

Fun ceased to exist, as we joined the crowd.

Fun, we long for thee, where be thou?

Patience

2011-10-17T23:51:00.001+05:30

Patience is a virtue that only time can pay rewards for.
One day, it shall all cease to matter and what will matter is the karma.

Everything we do, won't matter.
Everything we dream, won't matter.
Everything we get, won't matter.

Everything we did, would pay.

That, is a truth and a phase nobody escapes.
Even God couldn't.

Social Media - The Truth

2011-10-03T00:28:00.002+05:30

All of us, at least the one's who are reading this, are a part of a large pool of people, probably the largest sample size ever, and we form what the society today calls the Social Media. Social Media is therefor, probably, a medium for the society to interact with the society. The medium of interactions are the Social Networking sites, Social Info-Sharing sites, Social Entertainment sites, etc. Probably, all the sites you've already thought of, are the one's that are already a part of you but a large chunk of those domains of which you are a part of provide the businesses the perfect platform to INTERACT with the society.

Social Media is not a marketing platform, it is an interaction platform. That is one way of looking at it. However, for businesses and marketing professionals who make a living out of this platform, I am sure a lot would not run after me with knives if I were to say it is an HONEST MARKETING platform. The difference, as my marketing friends would agree, is substantial. After all, you don't want your family members to buy substandard products which are marketed well, do you? As far as businesses are concerned, Social Media is a community building activity and any smart brand manager should stick to it.

These days, for most branding managers, Social Media is just another customer service centre. The world is on Social Media and hence their brand should be on Social Media. That is the first step that the manager would take towards a) finding another brand to fuck with and b) fucking his own brand. Social Media is not only about getting customer interaction but also about putting your brand on test. If you don't believe a cent percent in your brand, DO NOT INVEST IN SOCIAL MEDIA. This is the place where the best of the brands are shredded into pieces. Do you see Apple investing in Social Media as heavily as a Coca Cola? Both are leaders in their respective industries and yet have different approaches. (Those who say technology don't need Social Media must check out what Dell, Intel etc have done for themselves. No, I do not post links because I am lazy)

I believe that Social Media is one of the biggest sources of criticism. The community has a) paid for the product or b) planning to part with their money for your product and hence have all the rights to dissect your product/brand. If you don't have the balls to stand up to take abuses on your brand, you must not think social. The only takeaway for a Brand Manager from Social Media, who believes in his/her brand, is how to take the negative feedback and turn the brand around to address them.

Social Media, apart from being a community building hence communication promoting exercise, is also the easiest way for the brand to communicate to the community. For the brand to amass the crowd, they must be liked by the crowd. Leveraging Social Media to speak about the product, the industry, the technology and finally the brand is one of the many ways a business can connect to its customers.

Most of this is too commonplace for anyone who is working in the Social Media sector, but it plays with the ego of the purists who are heading the brand. After all, Social Media is not just another Media, it is the new-age media. If the brand can turn around the feedback and provide a better product, they automatically become the leaders of their segment. If a leader cannot address the negativity that this medium attracts, the brand goes from being the front runner to one of those who ran as well in a matter of days. All this effects the entire business in a big manner.

In today's age, Social Media is the centre block of the arc between the pillars on which the businesses rest. If you cannot afford to lose the arc, change the design and make the business less attractive. Any damage to the arc and the business comes tumbling down.

Do not believe in numbers that Social Media throw, believe in the psychoanalysis that it provides for your brand, for nobody,, who cannot take criticism, progresses.

Disclaimer : This is a simple, brief first time effort to attempt an article. Please discuss and share your views on this medium. If you find the tone of the article to hurt your sentiments, I would not apologise. However, you may chose not to feel offended.

The Unkown/Unseen

2011-09-29T18:23:00.000+05:30

Below is a draft I found in my inbox stored for over an year... I have no recollection of who wrote this but just felt like sharing. Please let me know in case you know who wrote this.

My mind wanders to unknown lands
Wants to know the truth of life,
I ask myself why and how,
Don’t understand the reason to survive.
The questioning never stops,
I have a lot of whys.
My brain doesn’t know all the answers,
And nor do my eyes.
What is the sound you cannot hear,
in the coldness of the night.
What is the feeling you crave to have,
far beyond your sight.
What is behind those perfect horizons,
Where you have never been
What is there beyond the sunset,
Is it the sky unseen?

Disclaimer: This is not an attempt at plagiarism. I just cannot remember who wrote this, neither do I remember if I wrote this myself. #kthxbye

EDIT: This poem was written by Rati A Thank You for letting me share this :)

Aakanksha.

2011-07-10T14:35:00.000+05:30

"I have finally found the man of my dreams. Hope you're having fun there. You have a great time. More on this when we meet."
Nisha was vacationing in the Caribbean. Aakanksha was in India. Nisha remembered what a wreck Aakanksha was back then. Aakanksha never really understood the true meaning of a relationship outside of lust. She was the outspoken and the adventurous of the two. Nisha, on the other hand was a complex though determined soul. She always searched for purpose in everything she did and the only relationship she was in ended with fidelity. She was heartbroken for having broken his heart. Aakanksha always talked about tomorrow while Nisha kept herself wrapped in her yesterday. She had always despised Aakanksha for her ways but secretly she felt secured around her. She wanted to name her daughter after her best friend. This vacation was an attempt at redemption and introspection. Those words took Nisha back to the days she tried running away from.
The mojito she held in her hands as she relaxed on the beach-chair was just the kick she needed. She felt like drowning in the very waves she soaked herself in. All she dreamed about was happiness and to be able to love she once did. All the life and noise around her, of the kids playing ball, building castles in the sand, college teens surfing those waves, honeymoon couples making out, the bartender sharing a joke with the backpackers, the smell of fresh fish, the music all seemed to fade.
All but that one distinct sound of the horse galloping across the shallow waters rhythmically. It was the perfect moment, she thought, to fall in love and escape the clutches of this heart wrenching pain that engulfed her. The red sun dipping into the horizon made her feel uneasy and weak. It was just the perfect halo, as she had imagined, circled around the horse rider's head. She just couldn't take her eyes off him. She felt frozen in that moment. The breeze that bounced off of him was brushing her hair. The waves, that were inviting her to drown, suddenly felt like the source of life. The smell of salt felt like the smell of his love. She couldn't take her eyes off him. She could feel the intensity in his eyes, simplicity in his style, raw lust in his unkempt hair and unbuttoned shirt. She lived a lifetime in that moment.
The drink fell all over her face as the ball hit her hand as she took a sip. The ice on her face shook her. She heard voices echoing in her head. "Pick up the fucking phone you lousy bitch", screamed her alcoholic husband as he kicked her to wake her up. She saw the name on the phone. Aakanksha.

The Abyss

2011-05-19T16:37:00.001+05:30

"Welcome to where time stands still
No one leaves and no one will."

Abyss. The only place in the universe where one can find these lines embroidered into the walls of the rooms, souls of the inhabitants and the very air they breathe. Nobody signed up for a vacation in down there but almost everyone who has ever taken a risk or has been brave, who has ever taken the plunge or have stood up for themselves, who has ever fought for the truth or never compromised are familiar with this territory. The beauty of this place is the illusion of absolute darkness that it creates, even in broad daylight. The rule of this state is the simplest - "Everyone is a captive. Either you break free or die hard." It is probably the best place for a brave soul to find themselves, to think aloud, to think strong, to reason it all out and to take braver, more courageous and, most importantly, the right decisions. After all, everything we do in a lifetime is based on decisions which are based on our beliefs which are based on our ability to see right from wrong. The walls scream of failure, the air smells of death and nothingness tolls all around. It is the perfect place to lose sanity while trying to regain it. And the one's who actually see that fading light, that one ray lit with dust but hope, that one ray which separates life from death are the one's who have made their decisions. The ascend is gravity free. The soul is weight free. The thoughts are jail broken and the fears of the darkness are non-existent.
Funnily enough, more the time you spend getting comfortable in there the more you regret being there and every second spent after leaving the hole is spent in realizing how easy it could have been.
The search for this simple answer is what takes all brave souls down to the abyss and no matter how long you've been inside, everyone gets their own fading light.

IT DON'T MATTER WHAT LIFE THROWS AT YOU, ALL YOU GOTTA DO IS NEVER GIVE UP.

दो लफ्ज़ किसीकी खिदमत में

2011-05-14T12:03:00.008+05:30

इन गहरी निगाहों में तुम्हारी यूँही तैरता रहूँ,
वोह दो लफ्ज़ प्यार के तुम्हारे जिनमे एक उम्र बिता दूं,
यह मुसकुराहत तुम्हारी जिनमे सारे गम छूपा लूं,
ऐ दिलरुबा , तुम्हारी तस्वीर के साथ ही अपना जीवन गुज़ार दूं.

इस प्यार में, इस इंतज़ार में, छुपा हैं हर वोह एहसास जिसके छूने से मन्न में ऊठी एक कशीष. एक उम्र थी उस पल में जिसमे हम एक होकर बिच्चड गए.

सब कहते हैं प्यार में दर्द होता हैं,
करके देखे कोई तुमसे प्यार तो कहेगा हर दर्द में प्यार होता हैं.

दिल के इस खेल में ना जाने तुमने कितने पल बिताएं,
कुछ बिन बताएं और कुछ बिन हसाएं.

प्यार पागल है और हम बेहाल,
प्यार ज़िन्दगी है और हम सांस,
प्यार तुम हो और हम तुम.

अगर तुम सोचती की हम तुमसे और तुम हमसे तो क्या गलत होता, फर्क बस इतना होता की तुम तुमसे न होती और हम उनसे न होते.

वोह जाम ही क्या जिसमें तुम्हारा एहसास ना हों, वोह नशा ही क्या जुसमे तुम्हारा ख्याल ना हो.

उन्होनें इतना सब मांग लिया की जान भी कम पड गई.

इस रात के अँधेरे में ना हमने कुछ कहाँ, ना तुमने कुछ कहाँ,
पर तुम्हारी आहट कह गयी वोह बात जो कभी लफ्ज़ ना कह सके.

प्यार के इस खेल में ना तुम जीत सके ना हम,
चल दिए तुम और रह गए हम.

तुम्हारा साथ चाहे वोह हर दम,
हमारा साथ चाहे वोह हर दम,
निशानी हैं प्यार की तुम्हारी और मेरी,
नफरत से मत भर, ऐ ज़ालिम, तुम्हे अपने खून की कसम.

The Death Of An Existence

2011-05-08T15:25:00.001+05:30

Every morn starts with dawn,
The cheerful melody of the birds song,
Woke him up from the slumber,
How he enjoyed, now he wonders.

The challenge, the fight, the war, the sight,
Of how the day would test his might.
Every hurdle, with grit, he faced,
All of it, how easily, he aced.

The mornings are still the same,
The birds sing the same song,
He cannot filter the bane,
The boy, that was, is long gone.

The fight is tougher, the resolve weaker,
The walls pile higher as he goes wee,
The clocks tick, his life piles up,
He rocks himself to sleep, cocooned in his stale niche.

Thank you Manali M (@khatteemithi) for the end :)

Road To Perdition v0.2

2011-02-06T23:35:00.000+05:30

Simple Definitions of Time:

How do you define present? Everything that you see need not make sense. Everything that happens (to you) need not make sense.
How do you define past? Everything that you saw did make some sense. Everything that happened (to you) made some sense.
How do you define future? When you connect everything that you saw and everything that happened, you see a picture called future.

One might argue this is not always true. Well, if you are reading this, I rest my case.

Road To Perdition v0.1

2011-02-04T00:57:00.001+05:30

Not everyday do you enter a class and are asked to tinker your head and come up with something that can defy anything. Grammar, language, logic, science and the mind. How often does one really have this kind of a freedom? Nonetheless, it comes at a price. A price of time. And there is not much time to think or even structure your thoughts. This is how *they* say "Creative Writing" is born. I say, where's the sex?

Keeping the RTP in mind and taking the logic, humor out of the way, here's what churned out in a few hundred seconds of the aforementioned freedom.

* when you part those lips, you break the beautiful bliss. Bliss of pure serenity. Bliss of the free, odor-free air. Bliss of hearing the sea waves hit the shore and the bliss of the breeze so calm and composed.

* As the sun sets behind the concrete junlge,
the view from here evokes mixed emotions.
The sea, the shore, the nature and the honks, beauty that they tore.
If those cement blocks were trees, if the water was blue, this sight would be as if the heaven is true. So much to ask for, so less to feel; the democracy here, my friend, our rights they peel.

And, this is what a sleepy mind churns out when put under stress of time with the temptation of freedom.

Motivational Speech

2010-09-05T14:50:00.001+05:30

It all starts with the ending. You wake up one day and look into the mirror to see your face all dull and dry. The fun that existed the night before is no longer present. The smile that greeted you every morning from the past three decades is gone. Instead of looking at your present or fore-seeing your future you look at your past. You see that silk suit you were wearing the other day and are unaware of the fact that all you adorn now is that ghastly image of the hedonism you indulged in the previous night. You have succumbed to the temptations that were meant to be fought in order to stay put with the most important task entrusted upon you. And then it all ends up into a dark grey... You wake up later into a world of luxuries unable to relate to any of them and unwilling to resign on any of them. The dormant inner thought fights back pushing you into reality and urges you to go through the grind to resist temptation. It urges you to account for the mistakes made and pleads you to address them. It is now that the grey clouds come out and you can see the silk suit transpire to nothing. Not even the night robes you thought you wore when you slept. Slowly, it is all coming back to you. The caving to the craving has left you naked in front of your own eyes. You see your eyes gazing at your image and you feel the knees buckling and see the head lowering. You come at the bridge. You keep the silk suit or you earn it. The head rises, the eyes are lit, the fire burns and the longest battle of mother nature - the battle for survival - begins.

Ek Chotti Si Love Story………….

2010-06-16T22:46:00.001+05:30

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“Hold my hand, Payal “ he shouted and stretched out his hand up in the air. His eyes opened and saw darkness all around. It was a cold rainy night and he was sweating profusely. It was raining outside, and Anurag felt the raindrops fall on his face. He got up and turned to his right to grab his crutches and limped to the window. With the winds blowing and the curtains swaying in the air, a flash of lightning and one could make out the lack of sleep on his face. He had been spending the last one week remembering the events that changed his life for ever. He was crying, but the raindrops took away the tears from his eyes.

It all happened late in the summer of 2008. They met for the first time in the classes everyone took for the entrance exams post boards of standard 12. It was an early morning lecture and monsoon had just hit Bombay. Lectures early in the morning while it rains is what every student hates the most. He saw her enter the classroom and she walked up to him and sat on the seat in front of him. The fan was making her hair blow and the scent of her shampoo filled Anurag’s nostrils. The girl turned around, extended her hand, “ Hi, I am Payal. You are?” Anurag stammered, “ Oh! Hi there. I am Anurag. Good Morning” Before Payal could speak anything, the professor entered and she turned around. Anurag could not pay any attention to the lecture thereafter. Payal was this 5 feet 10 inches tall girl who was a swimmer during her school days. Swimming had given her a physique that was the envy of many girls and the subject of discussion for every guy. Her voice had confidence of a winner but shyness of a bride. Anurag was lost. As the course progressed, they became good friends. Exams happened, they scored good marks and entered the same college and took up the same course. Having known each other for quite a while, they two were inseparable during college. Anurag was now envied by every guy for being friends with one of the most gorgeous girls around.

After the exams got over in May, both Anurag and Payal went out for vacations with their families. Though out on vacations, they could not remain disconnected for long. They would be texting each other constantly and talk on the phone till late in the nights. Anurag wanted to ask her out and decided to drop the ball on her birthday which was coming up in June. The 16th. She was waiting for 5mins to midnight. She knew that is when Anurag would call to wish her, so that he is the first one to wish her. She had this feeling that this year its going to be something different. Something special. Even before the phone could ring, she picked up the phone and screamed excitedly. Deep within, she had already fallen in love with Anurag but was waiting for him to take the first step. She knew that her birthday was the perfect time for him to ask her out, and she already had the feeling that Anurag loved her too.

“Hiiieeeee”, she screamed.

“Heya! and how’s the birthday girl doing?”

“Five minutes to go Mr. I-am-never-on-time-for-anything”

“hehehe.. “

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“Five, four, three, two, one… Happy Birthdayyyyyyyyyyyyy. May God bless you and give you all the happiness that you seek. And also all your desires!!”

“Thank you, Anurag. Thanks a lot.”

“Hey, listen. Tomorrow don’t rush home after college.”

“why? i have to reach home on time na for the party. you know about it.”

“well…. if you want your surprise…”

“okay. i am getting another calls. talk to you later. Bye”

“Bye. Happy Birthday once again”

“thanks.”

The next day, after college he took her out to the CCD near their college. They placed their orders and started talking.

“Where is my gift?”

“Oh ya. Wait.”

He had already told the waiter to bring a birthday card with a rose along with the coffee. The card made Payal smile, but what happened next took away her smile. Anurag was curios. The card read “To the girl who happens to be my best friend. Wishing you a happy birthday. PS: I always wanted to tell you about the girl I love the most. Don’t open the card if you lack the guts to face her. “ Payal was expecting this, but not this way. She looked up at Anurag and saw anxiousness in his eyes and a smile on his face. She did not understand the look and finally thought of opening the card. It had a mirror! She smiled and looked up and said “ I love you too Anu” To make things more romantic, it had started raining right at that time. It was nature’s way of acknowledging their love. Or was it?

It was running late and Payal was getting restless. She had to reach home in another 30minutes. Anurag suggested to take the trains as they would be faster. Payal and Anurag, were the best of friends but used to fight a lot as well. Payal was the stubborn one and Anurag was more calmer of the two. In the train, Payal wanted to get wet in the rain and stand by the door. Anurag was against it, but in the end relented to his love. He taught her how to stand by the door and was holding her to ensure her safety. Just when Payal removed his arms from around her and asked her to try it herself, Anurag saw a train approaching from the opposite end. He was reluctant and told her to not argue. Payal did not see the train coming and turned around to face him and look into his eyes. The oncoming train honked and it scared the life out of Payal who lost control and fell off the moving train. Anurag reached out for her and slipped as well. He managed to grab the pole at the door by curling across his legs and grabbed hold of Payal’s hand. They both looked into each other’s eyes. Payal’s face looked confused but her eyes were filled with love while Anurag was scared and shouting at the top of his voice. The rain losened the grip Payal had around his hands and the moving train did the rest. Anurag saw Payal’s lower torso come under the train and her body cut in two. He was still holding her hand and looking into her love filled eyes. Fellow passengers rushed to the rescue but were a minute too late. Anurag went numb and fell off the moving train fracturing his legs, which later had to be amputated.

And just then the alarm clock ringed. It was midnight. June the 16th. He whispered, “ Happy Birthday Love “

iSeries - uno

2010-04-13T02:19:00.003+05:30

After having bitten by it once, i never really had the guts nor did i really want to experiment with it again. I was really happy that life was coming back again, and along with it was the return of the prankster within, the return of the carefree, risk taker that I always used to be. The world was coming to a halt as I continued to sink in the thoughts that were just as appeasing now, as they were painful at birth. But, thats the way He wants us to lead life. And the waves splashed into the tetrapods, right in front of me as the track changed to another of the legendary classics by Pink Floyd. Shine on you crazy diamond. And I was going down once again with all the tranquility inside me while being at one of the noisiest streets in town. Such irony! Such experience! As the song started, the leisurely playing of the strings, the calmness of the atmosphere, the steady rise and the sequence of its happenings were strong. Strong enough for life to drown me back. The memories flashed. The stupidity, the foolishness, the boyishness and the blunders all smiled in unison. And not staying behind, the eye responded. For once, salt tasted sweet. The tempo was rising. The last minute prayers, the most important and the most influential persons flashed in front of me. The eye responded yet again. With hands trembling, I sent apologies to one and all. I was all ready, ready to end it all. Ready to plunge into the well of life, ready to suffocate myself and embrace the worst possible means of meeting death. Yes, I was about to commit a crime. About to end myself. And I was going down once again with all the tranquility inside me while being at one of the noisiest streets in town. Such irony! Such experience!

" Remember when you were young, you shone like the sun.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Now there's a look in your eyes, like black holes in the sky.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
You were caught on the crossfire of childhood and stardom,
blown on the steel breeze.
Come on you target for faraway laughter,
come on you stranger, you legend, you martyr, and shine! "

The power broke my resilience. It brought me the needed time. It brought along with itself the reasons I had not been exposed to. And it took away with it, a fan, whose liking changed into love. Not only did it sting me at the right spot and at the right time, but it also made me realise the value of life. My life. For me, for present, it might be nothing. But for those people, for whom I might be everything, it does have some value. I could not be so mean. I could not be so selfish. I had to accept the truth and run over it. I changed my decision, momentarily, postponed it.

" O.K., just a little pin prick
There'll be no more, 'Aaahhhh,'
But you may feel a little sick

Can you stand up? I do believe it's working, good;
That'll keep you going through the show,
C'mon, it's time to go "

I started to move. My legs, with a new found energy, were no longer shaky. I walked on a new path. Nothing seemed to exist around me a little while ago. I felt reborn. Rejuvenation. The entire string of happenings made me laugh. It was not long before I halted again. The Sun smiled, as it set.

Dreams!

2010-04-12T03:39:00.001+05:30

Everyone has a dream. Its good to have dreams. Infact, dream provdes a
meaning to life. Life without a dream is akin to a palette without
colors. Colors that fill up a picture unseen. Colors that are in the
imagination of the dreamer and colors that are splashed on the canvas.
Dreams determine the kind of a person you are. Dreams determine if you
are realistic or optimistic. If you are going to live the dream or if
you are living the dream. The whole journey to attain your dream is a
dream in itself. Dream is a dreamy word. Consider your dream to be
like a home you want to build and throughout the journey you encounter
smaller dreams that will make you home beautiful. The interior
designing! Yes, it is these small dreams that are like the colors
splashed on the canvas that in the end make up the whole picture. The
only indegrients required are honesty, belief in yourself,
determinationn, focus and an undying spirit to work hard.
The canvas is yours, just like your life. Fill it with the colors you
want because you are the painter! You decide the path of your life.
You alone. In the end, there is no winner. It is not the most
beautiful painting that is top rated, it is the most meaningful
painting that steals the show. Pour your experiences and meanings,
rather than duplicating them from others. Do not over use a color and
do not leave out any color. The end should not have any regrets.
Unlike a real painting, life does not have an undo option.

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Chaos, Everywhere. Why?

2010-04-09T16:57:00.001+05:30

Have you ever been in a situation with a mindset that tells you “Yes, I’m in control of myself” and the on the other hand felt confused, blank, numb, bewildered and garbled? Yes, exactly the moment I’m talking about. Have you ever pondered over your state, from a third person’s point of view? Nay, who has the time! I never got an insight into this, until recently when I was talking to a friend. We were chatting casually and one topic led to another until the following:

Friend: Alok, will you save me if i drown into water? I know you will.

Me: Aye, I don’t think i will.

Friend: Why, am i a bad person?

(This is where the answer to the Chaos struck me)

Me: No, you’re good. Hence. God needs a lot of good souls.

That is when it struck me. The reason for all the Chaos. What is it that is causing us all the chaos? Of all the reasons that we list, I’m certain the environment will top the list. It was during our school years that we were taught how plants are living beings, and how science proves it. When I said, “God needs a lot of good souls” I had those souls in mind who have not harmed others intentionally. No, not even for selfish reasons. If we consider all the living beings/creatures on this planet, then we find that the only one’s who do fall into this category are new born children, animals and plants. (For making my task simpler , I am not considering HUMANS as ANIMALS)

When God needs a lot of good souls, He literally needs them. He needs them not to assist him save the world, but to protect them for all the good they’ve done unto others. Why would, otherwise, a new born girl child in India, bring a smile to her mother’s face and become her own nemesis in her father’s head? I mean, c’mon, they just had sex for fun! What if they’re illiterate and cannot afford condoms or i-pills. What if they’re just going to give birth to a dozen kids, in search of that perfect boy who can carry the DNA. Who really gives a piece of shit about girls ALSO carrying the same DNA! All they do is add on to the cost-of-living to the oh-so-poor guy who wanted to fuck his wife to vent out his frustration. For the father, he just donated one-of-millions of spermatozoa’s to the once-in-a-month egg in the fallopian tubes. For the father, he just gave his sperms a new playground to play in, for all their brothers and sisters were drained down in the stream! For him, the new born daughter, was a sperm in his testes and then a face after three quarters of a year. Ah, what a life. But, the mother, she invited all the millions as a guest and asked them to feel at home. The whole journey from the entry to the fallopian tubes. She allows herself to be the host for the new soul. She spends nine months (generally) with the baby. She does everything possible to please the donor and the accolade she got because of her being alive!! What would’ve happened if her father thought the same, would her man be able to fuck her then? Time for God to interfere. He’s the one reason why the couple fucked in the first place. To get His blessings. His gift. And, so He also suggested “Hey, why not kill her? After all, a prick is always a prick.” (pun intended). And thus, He helps reduce the Chaos from the newborns’ life. He needs GOOD SOULS. We need education. Maybe condoms and/or contraceptives and/or hysterectomy and/or castration and/or SEX EDUCATION!! C’mon, fuck her when its safe.

Green House gases. Carbon Credits. Pollution. Growing industries. More cars. Computers. Laziness. Luxuries. Plastics. Urbanisation. Deforestation. Wars. and the list just goes on and on. All these combine together. Using Boolean Algebra, it all multiplies. The end product is massive. Humongous. Funny thing about business is the word compromise. We humans, compromise on a lot of things. Those who claim not to, have done so at least once. But, when we are forced to compromise on something as small as not to use private cars unnecessarily, not to use air conditioners unless the heat is excruciating, not to use plastic, not to keep our computers running, lights burning etc. we start talking about things we do to deserve all these luxuries. Individually, even if you die, the energy savings that you would be able to contribute, wont make any difference. But when they all add up, it can provide energy to those areas of the world where sky is the only source of life, providing light and water. But, why would you anyway do it? How does it matter helping someone you do not know, you haven’t even thought of or you are never going to meet. Right? The same way, how does it matter when you’re habits and your actions are the cause of hunger for just over 500million people on the planet. How does it matter that the computer you and me keep running all the time takes away the energy that would’ve otherwise been supplied to a fan during summer, water heater during winter, water pump during famine. How does it matter anyways, after all WE WORK HARD TO DESERVE WHAT WE DESIRE! Who cares if the farmers who cultivate the grains we eat, does so by working probably a thousand times more hard than what we can in an entire year, just so that you and me can eat. We sit in air conditioned offices and he slogs it out under the torching sun. Like the classy Indian urban dialouge, “Chodd na, kya farak padta hain! “ , if he started to think like that and cultivated only to sustain his family, life would be so balanced. Ah, we all would die of starvation, he would get a free pass to the city life (of course he’s lured by it) and would take in our positions and then would be a part of the cycle we were until some other farmer does the same to him. CHAOS! How does it matter to us when we say no to public transport, taxis, auto-rickshaws and prefer the comfort of our private cars. A 2km distance is not meant to be travelled on foot. Feet are meant to dance and walk around in the house. How easily we take out the car and travel for 2kms, which generally, would take not more than 15mins to walk, but hey, 2kms! (Somehow I feel its the suffix that sends shivers..KILOMETRES!!) For all such people, try deserts! Private cars just add to more than 80% of the pollution caused by traffic. But hey, why the hell is government running buses and trains? Curb the remaining 20% of the pollution. Let everyone use cars. After all, a 10min drive would then be a 1hr drive. Those who work for you, will reach to work just 2hrs late. They prefer to walk, you dickheads! And why, use sports cars that are fast to drive and consume just three times the fuel for half the distance. Ah, the pace at which you would move then. Would be just the kind of scene which you can sit and watch over and over again. Human race then keeps on hurrying, towards extinction. Oh, if only there would be someone to tell those who start maybe from a “living cell” ever again, how we enjoyed running towards the finish line. Maybe a water-proof hard disk drive would do the trick. We pray to God to help us in our work, and help us in attaining success. And He does listen to us. He just makes sure that all the fuel that can be discovered, is discovered. After all its more money. More deforestation. After all, the fuel is nothing but the remains of our dead ancestors buried deep inside, other animals, plants. The race to extinction is not a new love to humans after all. And so He interferes to assist us in every way possible. Kill all those humans who are suffering. Why, they’re the ones that make those WHO people extract money from us. “Naa bachega saap, naa bajegi baasuri” Make all those animals extinct who have never harmed humans, unless humans harmed them. Take away all the forests, and lure humans to kill humans. After all a natural disaster would again give rise to suffering. So let there be war. Let nature enjoy the show.

And the Chaos will multiply. Probably grow exponentially as well. It is the human selfishness that gives rise to Chaos. It is the Greed, that feeds Chaos. And it is the ego, that makes Chaos important. Chaos is necessary, for God, to achieve his ultimate goal. After all, everyone gets bored of their own creation. I mean, how long can you associate yourself with it. Its time to move on.

PS: I mean no disrespect to the women of this world. I absolutely respect them. I would sincerely apologise for hurting anyone’s sentiment in anyway. We are here because of you. It was intentionally unintentional. For all those who felt good after reading this, try to implement. Every decimal reduces the product by a factor of 10 :-)