Wednesday, 7 January 2015

The Perfect World...

I'll cut down right to the chase. I think, it’s a chaotic world. No one knows what are they doing and what are they supposed to do in their limited time here. The world is one big giant unruly mesh of confused people roving around with his own perceptions and delusions of the big picture wandering in this huge jungle, we call ‘Life’. Money drives most of them; well some of them at least, the rest blindly follow the select few believing that their destination might as well be their own, only because everyone else is on the same road, in the same race, and of course, ‘Everyone’ can’t be wrong ! It’s a vicious cycle where each follows the other thinking that the latter might know the road ahead. NO ONE THINKS.

Cut to scenario 2, where I might have over-thought the scene here. Everyone knows everything they need to know, and see precisely what they are doing. Every person before me has already thought all about this (what I am beginning to think. Quarter-Life crisis, maybe) and decided that since happiness is extremely rare, it’ll be available only to a chosen few. And to select those few, there’ll be a test. A brutal cut-throat test where the objective is to earn money, as much as you possibly can. The ones who pass attain happiness. The ones who don’t toil for the rest of their lives, on the very road. Short, simple and sweet. Money = Happiness. Concise and precise. So, apparently, I don’t have a clue what I am talking about and am completely disillusioned while everyone in fact is on the correct path, where they know exactly what they want, why they want, and what they’ll do with it once they get what they want, or at least what they are going after. (I actually remember an exercise, where we were meant to speak our plans if we had 10 crore rupees to be spent in 10 days. Spent, not invested or donated. Spent. Everyone fared poorly. Strange, eh?).

Although I am not absolutely sure, let’s assume that I am not insane (for now) , because well, I am the one writing here.

Monday, 3 June 2013

When the heart smiles......yes, from the inside.

There is a little smile on my face, a smile that you get when you are amused, something like that.

I didn't notice it at first but, I realized it when I actually had something to smile about,
And guess what? I was already smiling, all the way along.

I am on my way home from work, riding on the streets of Pune, post the first rain of the season. People seem gloomy. Strange, eh.
They say, "Laugh and the world laughs with you". Untrue, apparently.

A cute Marwari aunty is waiting for the bus. I look at her and she glances back as if screaming, "What is wrong with you? Why are you smiling?"

Sure, it has rained for the first time this year.
Such a respite from the hell heat. It feels a lot cooler.
The entire planet seems greener.
Birds are more audible now.
I wait all the year round for this season.
And A smile is odd ?
At strangers, why is smiling odd, and keeping a bland straight face normal ?
I won't get it probably...
As 'someone' said, I am too immature for my age. Brains of a 3-year old, that I've got.
Never mind, she might be having problems in her life, much bigger than I have or had.
God bless you, cute aunty...

Wednesday, 11 January 2012

The Circle Of Life

I had seen the ugly,
                I pined for the divine,
                                   I lived for one reason,
                                                   Not sure, if the reason is here, in this instant, pristine....


A dream left me in April ,
                I am over it , I finally affirm,
                                   Lord, Bless us with all the happiness in this eternity,
                                                    Sprinkle me with wisdom, some.......                       


The world might be tumbling,
                I am at peace in this moment brief,
                                    I am sure life has better surprises,
                                                     But I proudly declare, today I possess no trace of grief....

To everyone I have ever hurt,
                Look, please let me know it first,
                                     I am all hearts and roses now,
                                                     Wait for my call, if you can't do it first......:)  

                                                                                                                                      

Saturday, 10 September 2011

It never stopped raining that night...

I wonder how she is,
I wonder how she feels,
I wonder what she thinks tonight.
It never stopped raining that night...


I wonder what she eats,
I wonder what she drinks,
Oh, I so long for one single sight,
It never stopped raining that night...

Thursday, 18 August 2011

जीने के है २००० दिन, ओ ओ ओ ओ.......Well, literally, if I may !!!

0300 hrs. One of my favourite chunks of time. The time when even the liveliest decide to lie down. The most peaceful time of one blatant day. Traffic, people, planes almost everything is still. Even the dumb crows are not cawing. The day is almost over and the only thing left to do is to sleep. Fuck tomorrow. Serenity. Post the routine 1am dinner, two friends are having one healthy discussion. Topics ranging from girls to google, from cars to terrorism, from politics to X-men. Just when they decided to call it a night, one of them pops, WHY ??? 
 

Wednesday, 8 June 2011

As it turns out !!!!

Rocky Balboa once said ,
" Nobody is gonna hit as hard as life. But it ain't how hard you hit; it's about how hard you can get hit, and keep moving forward. How much you can take, and keep moving forward. That's how winning is done. Now, if you know what you're worth, then go out and get what you're worth. But you gotta be willing to take the hit, and not pointing fingers saying you ain't where you are because of him, or her, or anybody. Cowards do that and that ain't you. You're better than that! "

Wednesday, 21 July 2010

Religion - The Great Indian Enigma

I departed from my paradise towards goa. Health backstabs and I actually land up in my Pune flat coughing and burning. At the end of the evening, I feel frail enough not to consume my supper.

Tuesday, 13 July 2010

The Ultimate Goal !!

So, this is it. I am beginning to write my first blog. A few words of wisdom and an acute feeling of sharing my personal view of things with the world have finally persuaded me enough to start this wonderful thing.

Well, in the past couple of fortnights, I have gone through some great twists of life. Right now, I am immensely enjoying this super-feeling a.k.a “Being at home”(I still cant get enough of it, though :) ). The very feeling of being close to family is quite enamoring.