
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Eat.Pray.Live.

Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Say,Love!!

Peace, the piece of my heart..
Pleasure, in thy love’s art...
Path that knows no thwart,
Plight, in the distance apart,
Pure since the day it starts......
Ravenous is the lust
Racing past the dust..
Real and robust.
,Royal and just...
Reaching for the world so vast.....
Imagination...
Intense passion....
Impregnable ,
immesnsely unforgettable..
Yearning for the love..
Young and fresh-
Yelling to
Yesterday’s dream......
A new day,
Adoring you in a new way
Amid the golden rays...
Amorously today!
Nervous..
Nascent..
Naive...
Noble.
Kisses temptation,
Kindles the passion..
Kneeling nights amaze your ignited rare pleasure!
Monday, March 7, 2011
On the sets!

Ever watched your phone buzz away, the caller being someone you desperately want to talk to at the moment? Try it, I assure, the pain doesn’t hurt that bad. It is just the conflict you have with yourself over the priority of the emotion that’s driving you crazy; you struggle to find out what’s nudging you the most-your wish to talk, your determination to defy your wish, your emptiness, or just the silly reason that’s keeping you from receiving the call!
It’s indeed funny how we walk away from our titbit heartbeats(apart from anyone, they include anything dear to us), leaving behind a few footprints, a few memories, a few bruises, and a plethora of reasons to glance back occasionally. And walking along, we realize, it’s neither the departure, nor the emptiness or pleasure aftermath that matters-it’s just the “happens for good” part of it! And finally, the heartbeats settle in some page of a diary, and if lucky, of a history book.
Why, you do smile with wet eyes when you discard your “favourite childhood skirt” someday; you’ve grown up, you won’t wear it anyway! Parents do send their kids away, and with time, the tears of separation fade away, the child’s success persists! We do leave our beloved behind! And we do move on after the separation!
Certain incidents do ping our lives occasionally, catalyse our emotions tremendously, and then remain “a part of life”.
Life, after all is a stage! It demands to get more and more dramatized! And you come out of the theatre saying, “Well, that was quite a play!”
Thursday, February 10, 2011
From Mist to Mist

The murmur of the misty morning-
-Meandering
Through the Parting Pathway-
-Playing
With the Winter Wind,
Welcoming
The Sweet Spring,
Singing
To the teeming tiaras
The Hymn of Happiness...
Then the Summer Sweat
Sprouting
From the faraway farm
Flying
To the autumn aura,
Asking
The Travelling toe,
“May I Meet the mist again?”
Friday, January 21, 2011
"Quiet" a Night
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary.......................
Whoooosh!
Owing to the stubborn circadian clock incorporated to my system, and the momentary exhaustion of my grey cells, here I am, swimming through the webzilla, trying to find my way to my own fantasies!
At this time of the night, I peep out through my window to feel my senses freezing in the impregnable fog of the serene night. The dusky nuance creates within me an emptiness, an intense void; the silence robs me of my breath. Leaving aside a few sleepless households, most of the lights in the neighbourhood have been turned off(just a matter of fact statement; the fog’s too opaque for one to see if any lights are on, or if any Prince Charming is waiting down some Rapunzel’s window). Occasionally, (though not offensively), one can hear an owl hooting to disturb the nocturnal lull.
It’s the living room of the year; the hopes are still fresh, with a few memories of the yester year still alive. The changes, however, are quite prominent. The books lying on my study table are visibly thicker and more rugged than the last year’s. The previous January was wintry, this January is frosty. While last year I struggled to conclude whether a hearty laugh with my best friends is more important than cuddling my lover verbally, this year, it hardly matters any more.....
What surprises and appeals to me all the time is the peculiarity of life, the dynamicity of its sequences! Give this a try: collect a few random memories of recent past, and collage them into a story. It’s bound to be beautiful! Change the sequence and knit a new pattern, it tells a new story, a different one, a better one! Repeat the exercise, and you end up perceiving few of the best stories in the world. And in the process rediscover the beauty of the time you’ve lived so far, and learn to enjoy the unpredictability of the days yet to come......................................................................................................................................... I do it pretty often; I did it tonight as well. It didn’t work! The pieces of my newest jigsaw puzzle are so identical! There’s no clear picture! It’s all the same, no matter however you assemble it. Physics- textbook- mathematics-notebook- chemistry- guidebook- exams- marks- “Better luck next time”s------------
I tried and rearranged it, and here’s what it turned out to be---- Good luck-exam- oops-a little more perfection-physics-notebook-textbook.........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
The monotony compels me to drop this form of art for now. My blanket invites me to my bed; I still wish to delay my grand arrival. I wish to travel through the night; to experience the journey.
Because the morning would welcome me with a Physics paper!!!
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Swastik...the Martyr for Nothing?!!!!

The reason for his act is, and will always remain a mystery. The guy was a good student, he was the head boy. Everything was fine. I was studying that morning. When I checked my phone that afternoon about 1 pm, I called him, he was unreachable. And then I got the next call at 1:30pm, from a classmate, he asked me to call everyone I knew and enquire if Swastik’s at their place. His dad had apparently called up a few of his friends and had already informed the police; that was when I came to know that he left home at 10 am, I didn’t pay much heed, because I knew he was playing a prank, was out at the game parlour, or for a movie, would come back before evening. His parents were informed after 3 pm, and I was told at 3:30 pm that he had jumped off a building and was hospitalised. I was relieved- he was found! I thought he had jumped off the 1st or 2nd floor and broken a few bones. I was at the Aakash institute, attending the special classes along with two more friends. Two of my other friends were at the hospital already. I texted one of them, enquiring about his condition. And his reply was, “ he is no more”. He was brought dead to the nursing home. And we left the class, we couldn’t carry on, the class would be disturbed. His parents apparently didn’t see his face. One guy did, I’d rather not tell you how he described it to me.
Now, coming back to the “why” of the story: the guy was, as I mentioned before, a know-it-all kind of a person, and was wise enough to know that suicide is a crime. I had noticed a changed behaviour past the month, but I thought it was normal, you know, we all had exams and we were all worried. The guy has always been an escapist. He had bunked many tests this year. Owing to his reputation as a good student, he was excused. He pretended to be ill, but he usually wasn’t. That is in fact, why I ignored when I was told he was missing. From his changed behaviour, I deciphered that he was up to something, and he would try to escape his pre-boards too. I didn’t have the slightest clue that he had planned for something so fatal. And yes, it was planned. He carried a bag to the mall, which contained a chemistry book[we had our chemistry Paper the next day, and he told his dad that he had lost his book, he sent his dad out to buy the book, took the chance,and left home] and his diary. And the diary had a neatly written plan of what he was to do. He had mentioned everything, starting from breaking the SIM card to.. well everything. He had also written his dad’s mobile number down on a piece of paper.
From what I know of Swastik, he couldn’t have been prepared for his afterlife. He just wanted to escape his exams this year, and start afresh for exams 2012. And it all happened. Because the guy watched a lot of movies and hallucinated after every movie[he had been impersonating Harry Potter for a week after watching the movie]. The previous day[ he was with us then, chatting, laughing..] we were all discussing ‘3 Idiots’, and ‘Raju’s’ suicidal act in the movie. And I suppose, Swastik expected that to happen, he expected to survive. Or maybe he didn’t. I don’t know! No one does. Its not easy to accept his absence.. we are all breaking down again and again! And all hail the Principal, DPS Ruby Park, she feels what he did was ‘cowardly’ and he didn’t deserve a 2 minute silence. How could she use the word? Doesn’t she know, that killing oneself requires the strongest of nerves?! Of course he was selfish, unjustified, unreasonable, mean, foolish, but he was our friend too! He was loved! He was their student! He was the head boy. And he was just another human being like all of us, who deserves prayers for his departed soul, who needs empathy.
As for the clichéd exam story, people have been against exams since ages, right? But nothing has changed! It’s not that easy to replace an age-old practice. And how can people think of avoiding competitions in the 21st century? This is the demand of the era, we cannot trespass it! It is the rule of nature. Blaming the system is not a solution to anything. One has to abide by it, or change it completely, what happens between avoiding and changing is irrelevant[as observed, people neither abide, nor change, they have been doing the intermediate things, hence saddening the situation]. We lost our friend, would that change the system? Or would he come back if it did?
They say that Swastik has scored more than 80% in the preboard Maths paper, and 9.5 out of 10 in the previous chemistry test[he had been constantly scoring low in maths and had bunked all previous chemistry tests]. Maybe the school is bluffing to avoid allegations of exam pressure, or maybe he really scored these marks. Who knows? For the mysteries have all been cremated along with his body.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Let the bus arrive on time
Love is just like someone waiting for a bus. When the bus comes, you look at it and you say to yourself "ooh...so full....no more available sit". "I'll wait for the next one". So you let the bus go and waited for the second bus. Then the second bus came, you looked at it you say, "eew...this bus is so old...so shabby!" So you let the bus leave and again, decided to wait for the next bus. After a while another bus came, it's not crowded, not old but you said, "eeee...not air-conditioned ...better wait for the next one". So again you let the bus go and decided to wait for the next bus. Then the sky started to get dark as it is getting late. You panicked and jumped immediately inside the next bus. It is not until much later that you found out that you had boarded the wrong bus! So you wasted your time and energy waiting for what you want! Even if an air-conditioned bus comes, you can't ensure that the air-conditioned bus won't break down ! or whether or not the airconditioner will be too cold for you. So people... wanting to get what you want is not wrong. But it wouldn't hurt to give other person a chance, right? If you find that the "bus" doesn't suit you just press the red button and get off the bus!(as simple as that!)