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Midnight Madness.... Why Is The Sky Blue?

2012-01-19T21:19:00.000+05:30

I was still in my teens in high school and infinitely curious about everything around me. Curious like a child who's in awe of the world around him. Startling at every new knowledge he gains of the world around him. It was like I'm a child again learning there is a sun, a moon, infinite stars and the earth revolves round the sun.

It was a phase when you are analytical, questioning and scrutinizing every piece of information fed to you. Puzzled at the facts of life inspecting all facts of life trying to decipher the mysteries of the universe. Why is the sky blue? Why do we sleep? Why are stars so far? How does a dog drink water? Why is donkey funny? Why do others have bigger houses and cars than me? Why can't i fight with girls?

It's like when you show a kid new animals, look at his eyes. His eyes pop out, he stares in amazement in wonder, in fascination. Seeing a monkey jumping across trees or a butterfly shuttling between flowers is nothing short of a spectacle for him, a stunner. Take a child to a zoo and he sees with all his being forgetting everything else in else, everything in his memory and mind fades away to nothingness. He shouts with the monkeys, runs with the deers, fears the python almost becoming part of their kingdom.

I was in a somewhat similar state of mind once. It was when I had discovered spirituality and was tampering with the enigma of mind. Nothing served me better than connecting with nature. It were the noises and voices in your head that prevent you to experience your true self in full divinity. It was then that I felt a strong urge to connect with nature. I spent a lot of time alone on top of my roof with my own being connecting with nature.

In the morning I used to feel the soft sunlight warming the skin of my body. Absorbing the electromagnetic rays of the Sun or the photons (Quantum mechanics I know I know!!) taking eight and a half minutes to reach me produced by nuclear fusion process. The zephyr touching my hair and passing through me. The chirping of birds sending my spirit into trance.

In the night standing on the rooftop under the umbrella of million stars connecting with the moonlight and the twinkling stars. It's then in that moment when the memory and mind fade into oblivion and all the being comes to life making one aware of one's existence is the moment of truth is also the moment of madness.

It was my Midnight Madness.

Afternoon Aloneness

2011-11-02T15:07:00.004+05:30

It were just those days when my afternoons and house used to be empty every day. Everyday after i reached home from school and the helpers were done serving me lunch and running errands the house was mine to rule and my mind was used to conceive devious plans.

I had a lot of time to spare which was foremost dedicated to Pamela Anderson. I was a teenager and internet still was a silicon valley stuff, computers were for school and labs not home appliances.The only means of getting to any stuff was cable TV. Pamela Anderson and her TV series V.I.P which was religiously watched by all the kids who could and discussed the explicit scenes the next day in murmurs while the teachers blabbered incohrent stuff about maths and geography. TV had "english" channels and then were the days they aired stuff just short of being called Porn.. of which FTV was legend for all kids, the source of all fantasies and female curve anatomy specialist. Everyone wanted to know what Victoria's secret were.

My home had a collection of old magazines which due to strange reason had never been disposed of it was like we were building an archive of personal copies of ladies magazines.. My mum would refuse to part with her collection of these magazines that probably had never been opened again after they were first read. Empty mind can turn pieces of stones to diamonds and suddenly the huge damned pile of useless paper worthy of crap was turned into a goldmine of digging into the fairer sex' mind. It was like so much of literature at my disposal to have a glimpse into the most complex stuff that the world since Adam and Eve hasn't been able to understand ever.

Doesn't matter the few Gladrags here and there were put to detailed visual inspection and used meticulously. If they call me tomorrow to take over as editor-in-chief of any female-centric magazine God knows i'll slip into the shoes more easily than fish take to water. The boring dull empty afternoons were now work alcoholic magazine researching afternoons not to mention the amount of effort in arranging and re-arranging all the magazines in near perfect state leaving not even an iota of doubt for Sherlock Holmes to detect any mischief. The best part was to stay on top alert mode listening to specific car noise round the street giving me just a few seconds to wrap up all my research and thesis and get everything back to perfect state, open my study books and sit before them with intense look of a yogi devouring maths and physics.

And then as always it is in the end the magazines were finally disposed off and afternoon aloneness was a bygone era. But luckily by then internet dial up connections had entered homes and computer was a home appliance. And the thesis continued albeit in a different medium and manner!!

Amen

Kaun tjhe apnaaega bada nirdayi ye sansaar hain

2011-10-30T08:21:00.000+05:30

Mann main ye kaisa vicharo ka sangram hain

Kya tat-thya kya kalpana iski nahin mjhe pehchaan hain

Saathi chodd chala gaya fir bhi mann tjhe ahankaar hain

Kaun tjhe apnaaega bada nirdayi ye sansaar hain

Iss bavandar kaa sakshi tu, kaaran tu

Iss kaal ka bhogi tu, anandi tu

Kyun fir tu har taraf dekhta sansaar hain?

Jab saari shaanti yahaan antarman main hain

Nirnay tu koi leta nahin karuna tere andar nahin

Dukh tjhe bhata nahin sukh pe tu tikta nahin

Beech samundar naav bina naavik k jaise

Bina ruke bina samjhe mann tu bas bahe jaata hain

Kankadd pathar jinhe kahta tu here moti

Inke peeche pada tu khaali haath vivash hain

Pehle tu bhikshu tha par ab to tere pass poora sansaar hain

Fir kyun bazaar main khada hoke akelepan ka shikaar hain?

Fairest Love

2011-10-22T20:19:00.000+05:30

To smell the fragrance of Godly union of souls

To hear the 'til death do us part' vows

To see two people but one life before them

To taste the nectar of fairest love from heaven

To touch the universe two souls possess together

Saarah and Yasir request your presence to shower your blessings on this sacrosanct matrimony.

* written for my dear dear friend Saarah. May God bless you both!

Kaun maanega par is bhatke raahi ki baat?

2011-08-04T18:19:00.000+05:30

Ek raah thi meri bhatak gya hoon

Iss ghane jungle main kho sa gya hoon

Kabhi bhaagta to kabhi ruk jaata hoon

Pehle dikhti thi manzil saamne

Ab ye kamzor aankher rasta maange

Andhera kitna ganghor ho chal hain

Mausam apna rukh badal chuka hain

Zehrelein kaanto se rshta ban chuka hain

Kaise bataun? kisse samjhau isse?

Ki kis kashmakash se guzar raha hoon

Apno k liye hi bura ban gya hoon
Kaise roku in vicharo k toofano ko
Sankalp vikalp k is bauraye samundar ko
Kahu kaise tumse mere saath chal
Jab apni hi nav doobti yahaan pal pal

Raahi rakth anshru baha k chala gaya
Me samjhauta samajh khud ko samjha gya
Aage raah meri saathi kahan jaati
Mjhe ye tanik bhi andaaz nahin
Raah har pal kaali gufao main kho jaati

Kitne adarsh aur usool chad gyi sooli
Raah bhatak gaya raahi, murade na hui poori
Wapas jaane k faatak khud hi band kar aaya
Bade bade taale khud hi thok chala aaya
Naa mudte kadam naa aage badhte hain
Ab to kadam hi har pal saahas chhodte hain

Likh to doon haal par apne ek moti kitaab

Kaun maanega par is bhatke raahi ki baat?

Some Truths

2011-03-03T21:46:00.000+05:30

Friends, fellow bloggers, fans, ladies, casual visitors, earthlings, space aliens, zombies, and netizens you are all welcome here... today hereby I welcome whole heartedly with open arms and open dakshina-daans (charity box) here to today’s sermon that might give you some spiritual, religious orgasm you might have visions of enlightenment so don’t be afraid just let go and take deep breaths.. I hereby declare that the following potentially life changing flow of words can alter the trajectory of your life and transport to the super expressway of everlasting happiness, super mind-boggling success, inner peace and everything under the sun other Gurus, cults, religions, books have been promising.. So here we go:

1. So you always have been trusting your feelings? You have known it in the past and you know it now that feelings the “inner gut” feeling is what makes you take your decisions and its these feelings that appear to be so relevant and prevalent yet so mysterious and undefined. I have realised that subconscious thoughts are the building blocks of the feelings. The thoughts that go through your head day in and day out ultimately subdue into subconscious and result in form of feelings we have toward a person or situation.
Is Is it music or is it noise? I have been around a lot of people who treat music as a background score. The music keeps playing with higher and higher volume in the background and people are busy in their own work. I strongly resent such attitude for in such manner people convert music into noise just to block out the emptiness in their head they are not ready to face their own thoughts and hence the noise to block out all type of thoughts and emotions and feeling.
3. Death is around the corner. Yes it’s true as I contemplate my own mortality and become aware that I may die any moment it drives me to better utilize my time and achieve my goals. Usually in the daily chores we forget about the life’s clock tickling and forget all about the death but the more you think about it the more you’ll be focused on the things in life that really matter after all.
4. “I’m at peace with myself” this is probably the best and the most meaningful thing you can say to yourself. You have to be at peace with what you are or have right now this very very moment not after to reach that position or get that new object of desire. Being at peace with yourself is probably the best thing that you can do to yourself.
5. Emptiness is not ugly. Emptiness is when you let go of past, of future of guilts and of expectations. There are too many life gurus in the market the only simple path is to give up your mind’s complexity and be simple, be frugal, be empty.

Thus Spake Parv. Little things in life can offer a paradigm shift to your future sometimes.

Me And Your Dog Both Of Us

2011-02-28T22:13:00.000+05:30

Me and your dog both of us

Compete for her attention

As she enters the home, both of us

Outrun each other to grab her hug

And fight for our piece of consideration

She’s one heartless, callous, cruel lady

For she treats both of us with same love

No matter how hard or smart tricks we try

She’s the one we fight over & over and cry

Stupid dog just makes a cute cupid face

Wags its tail &all the time resides in her bed

Stupid dog grumbles at me & barks insolently

Every time I’m close to her, his eyes are blood red

I say to her “You’re so lucky you have two fans.”

Humans, canines and maybe space aliens someday

I wish just two of us could teleport to another universe

You & I curled up in each other’s arms in our own ways

But when you’re gone office, your dog and I are best friends

Sharing our grief & taking comfort in each other’s melancholy

Looking pensively at the door for the bell to ring & you to walk in

Your dog and I are just your biggest devotees (you can ever have!)

Show Me No Mercy

2011-02-25T22:48:00.000+05:30

And then in a sudden flash I realize

How you are a girl

Exactly as I had dreamed you’d be

Now that I’m with u

All my dreams have come true

Hindus have millions of Gods to pray to

I only pray to one Goddess & that is you

A pious mind

A virtuous soul

A sensuous body

For u I wonder if I’m worthy

I’ll be your Aladdin, be my Jasmine

We will tour the world in my magic carpet

And be fighting for you with the evil desperados

With my Genie I will fulfil your each and every wish

I’ll not retire to rest a second, no matter how long your list!

You are my philosophy, you are my zeitgeist

Having you is like inheriting Genghis Khan’s gold heist

You are my religion, you are my theology

You are my research, you are my PhD

Isn’t it an understatement to say ‘I love thee’?

Love me. Love me girl. Show me no mercy…….

She walks like she owns the entire world

2011-02-22T23:26:00.001+05:30

She walks like she owns the entire world

With a regal grace, like a queen misplaced

Someone with blue blood in her veins

And a royal majestic look on her face

A lil’ bit of Coco and a lil’ bit of Bhutto

A lil’ bit of kiddo and a lil’ bit of senorito

Mystifying in her own ways almost mythical

Her elegance is a vogue and so is her classiness

Such feminine grace with a monarchy on her face

A femme fatale combined with piercing daintiness

Tedious movies with her can invite audience’ ire

Ben 10 wallets can give her a laughter high

With her skin so fair you can spot her green veins

World-hopping to Goa to London to Hong Kong

World’s a party fair and she has friends to care

I wish her good luck for her life’s new phase!!

As The Afternoon Sunlight Falls On Her Face

2011-02-19T22:51:00.001+05:30

As the afternoon sunlight falls on her face

Filtered through windows & the curtains

Her face is illuminated by the golden light

And here it is a Goddess standing before me!

I wish we could slip into each other arms

And forget all in all the world around us

Am I losing my mind or is she being seductive?

Even to blink is to miss a sight of her splendour

If only I were Raja Ravi Varma… If only

I could capture this vision and preserve it for eternity

But alas! I only have words to capture your magnificence

And the trans-state to which it transports me

I gently brush her hair aside with my hand

Just to see the aura of her face entirely, utterly

Never before have I such lost my senses

Never before have I so much been in love

The First Sound Of Morning Is Mine!

2011-01-22T01:50:00.001+05:30

Its early morn' and I'm calling her
She picks & in a sleepy voice says 'hello'
Its morn and she has just opened her eyes
I'm elated for it's my voice she's hearing

Her ear drums vibrate with my voice
She's smiling and i can hear it on my side
Even though we're apart hundred of miles
Her voice stimulates this little heart of mine

She's blushing with joy.. A sweet compliment
I wish i could see her rumbled hair
The marks of bedsheet on her cheeks
Her throats struggling to say something

Her sleepish lazy look i can imagine
Rest of the day she'll be waiting
Checking her phone every few moments
To hear my voice again, I know this!

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It Only Takes A Minute

2011-01-12T11:07:00.000+05:30

There are things in life you spend years building
And then in a flash like a house of cards all crashes
It takes only a moment to lose what you earn
Earned by staking your life and fighting mighty lashes
It takes only a minute to break someone's trust and love

But its ok because now i feel comfortable with pain
For men like me find more comfort in pain thn pleasure
And its the memories of you that sting my heart and soul
Make me scream through hollow nights & empty lonely streets

Who can i blame? For I myself am the one pleading guilty?
How can i ask for forgiveness for i deserve none?
Why did i act the way i did who can justify and explain?
What can i do to bring you back and ease this pain???

This is a horror post by my standards... The poem is based on a grim situation ofcourse imaginary

You Perfume The World

2010-12-27T14:51:00.000+05:30

Would it matter if I sing a song for you?

For no matter how b’ful words it has in it

Still would do no justice to your beauty

To your innocence and non-stop chit chatter!

But still I would try to sing a song for you

No matter how unworthy it is of you

For I celebrate to have a friend like you

Ain’t have anything but words to give you

I wonder if your laughter can hypnotize all

Like it has always made me lose my mind

But I’m sure it’s the mythical eyes you have

Which make the guys follow you like Pied Piper

Like a butterfly you sway in trance, hopping

Careless & carefree, cosy with future and past

With a silent charm you perfume the world

With your cheer, love, laughter & chit chatter!

No Smoking.. Forever.

2010-12-19T02:21:00.000+05:30

Issued In Public Interest

This is to inform all my readers and fellow bloggers that I have QUIT Smoking. I'm not writing this in a fit of resolution which might end abruptly in few days or weeks but after considerable time of practicing I can safely and confidently declare myself as a non-smoker.

I planned to present my "I have quit" news to my significant other on (Happy) New Year as her (Happy) New Year gift. But then a conversation popped up and I informed her of the developments. I initially planned to gift her a cigarette with a red ribbon and a note "I've Quit." With hundreds of miles between us when it seemed not quite possible I broke her the good news on phone. She was ecstatic to say the least!!

For the help of people who are trying to quit I'm listing some useful tips which helped me and might help you too:

1.Change your Surroundings: If you have to get out of your smoking habit and your surrounding environment is filled with smokers, run fast without looking back. Fill your surroundings with people who are disgusted with smoking, who disdain it. Somewhere deep down things will change.

2.Have a healthy lifestyle: Exercise, go for a run, join a gym.. easier said than done. But once you start caring about your body the body will care about you and start rejecting cigarette. Your system will have a repulsive feeling to it.

3.The "Why" of quitting: Take a piece of paper and write down solid reasons as to "why" you want to quit. The reasons must be clear in your mind for the endeavor. Do you really really want to quit or you want to console yourself that yes I'm trying to quit.

4.Image: Usually there's a strong image attached to smoking in your head. Attach smoking with negative images like that of cancer ridden smokers or the most ugliest form of graphical warning you would have seen. The more both things are attached (the thought smoking and the horrifying image) the more the urge to quit.

5.Quit Slowly: There's no quitting resolution suddenly in the morning that lasts till evening. Cut your fags go minimal then when you are confident that yes now nicotine is not needed in your system you can call it quits.

6.Read Anti-Smoking material: Any time you happen to lay your hand on anti-smoking pamphlet, poster, article read it thoroughly again and again. Make it your new book, think about it all the time.

7.It's NOT a stress killer: The most common excuse for smoking is believing its a strong stress reliever and it's anything but that. It only numbs your mind for moments and then back to square 1. Get the concept out of your head that it has anything to do with stress.

8. Out of sight Out of mind: If they are in your drawer, in your cupboard then I'm sure the temptation will be high. The more easily it's available the more swiftly you'll drift towards it.

For that was my best time

2010-12-18T11:48:00.000+05:30

How I miss my city
The lanes, the malls, the cigarette shop
How I miss my home
My bed, my parents, mom-cooked meals
How I miss my love
Her talks, her presence, her lectures
How I miss my friends
Shit heads, dumb heads, comrades

Tsunami of memories flood my mind
As I struggle to stay afloat
In a moment what was around me
Is just happy video tapes of memories

How my heart long and craves
Can someone bring back those days?
Rest of my life I'll look back
And smile, for that was my best time!

Her Almond Size Eyes!

2010-12-16T19:16:00.001+05:30

With her copious almond size eyes
She looks at me like I could live in them
And her never-ending chit-chat stories
Stories exuberant with her eloquence
And her lavish gestures to support

I'm oblivious to the world around me
And time flies like wind whirling by
What better face could I fix my gaze?
I prudently archive each passing moment
To revise them in moments of solitude
My heart reaches a crescendo of joy

A little black-head between her eyes
A scar on her neck, nitty-gritties amassed
For her accurate portrayal in my mind's eye
Fate's children don't know if they'll meet next
But the moment here now will be cherished

A Pirate watching over both of us with a grin
An over-bored waiter eager to throw us
When we start our kung-fu style leg fight
Hours pass like minutes and there we were
Point of departure not sure if we'll meet Again!

Guest Post "मैं तो मुसाफिर था ... ये कहाँ ठहर गया हूँ ? " By Priyanka Telang

2010-12-15T23:42:00.000+05:30

खुली हवा सा बहता था... कैसे मैं बंध गया हूँ ?

मैं तो मुसाफिर था ... ये कहाँ ठहर गया हूँ ?

यूँ ही निकलता ...कभी रुकता कभी चलता

हर रोज़ मैं किसी ... नए मौसम से मिलता

कोई डोर नहीं थी ... बाँध लेती जो मुझे

कोई छोर नहीं था ... ना ढूंढूं में जिसे !

ये कैसा अँधेरा है .. जिसे देख थम गया हूँ ...

मैं तो मुसाफिर था ... ये कहाँ ठहर गया हूँ ?

सूरज की नर्म किरणें ... हौले से थपकती थीं

गुज़रती हुई हवाएं ... मेरे गले लगतीं थीं

ओस की बूंदों में ... मेरा अक्स दीखता था

हर राहबर मुझे... अपना कोई लगता था !

ये वक्त की है करवट ... या मैं बदल गया हूँ ?

मैं तो मुसाफिर था ... ये कहाँ ठहर गया हूँ ?

हर शाम ढूंढता था .... कोई नया बसेरा ...
कई हौसले देता था..... मुझको नया सवेरा

हर राह लगती है ... अब अजनबी सी मुझको

जिनसे कभी था मेरा ...सम्बन्ध बहुत गहरा ..

ठोकर लगी है मुझको ?.. या में फिसल गया हूँ ?

मैं तो मुसाफिर था ... ये कहाँ ठहर गया हूँ ?

Original Post here.

Where Are You?

2010-12-14T23:36:00.001+05:30

In my hopelessness In my total despair
All I ever wanted was sound of your voice
You have left me as it is with little choice
These needles piercing my heart 24*7
I'm growing quite fond of my bleeding heart
What was it that drove you so much apart

Alone like a sadist I drown in memories
With my chest swelling with pain
Nobody to hold me when I stand in rain
What once I owned and called mine
Now days pass, I can't even lay my eyes
Loving you deeply is my only chastise

this is my 200th post.. my double century! thank you all for your support and comments.. Without you this journey wouldn't have gone so far.. this should have been a celebratory post instead its a grim one... pardon me for that!!

Here I Am~ Reloaded!

2010-12-13T12:23:00.000+05:30

I can write a memoir on my last 6 months experience in the Indian Naval Academy. A new bestseller with the nuances of a military training academy rather than a college romance. Too much to say, too much I have in my mind let me try telling you some sane thoughts. But alas my mind rebels and fails to form a chain of thought. Thoughts in academy were more like twitter 140 characters. Short, crisp, to the point and full of wisdom/humor. In long runs and prolonged physical training sessions this is all mind can produce.. sometimes perfect facebook status updates..

Finally had Lakshya moment on 6th December.. with helos on top, passing out parade in slow march, parents putting stripes on each shoulder and calling best of friends and telling them "Today I'm an Officer." Few moments in life can rival this one.

It's an honour to be a part of Defense services and it's not just job satisfaction.. it's life satisfaction. It feels you are living a life of purpose better than sitting in a cubicle and writing computer codes or making sales graph at least for me. This is all about life and death in middle of ocean with no land for thousand of miles.

शं नो वरुणः

Where Am I?

2010-08-15T15:34:00.000+05:30

Here I am at INA- INDIAN NAVAL ACADEMY training as a Sub-lieutenant. On December 6 if all goes well I'll get my stripes. First things first apologies for not informing you people about my nonappearance for i didn't expect the training to be this hectic. Blog is a distant luxury to even think about. Anyways I miss you people. I miss this blog. I'll pass from the academy on December 6. My freedom of speech is curtailed so I don't know what comes next but a writer remains a writer better than that a poet remains a poet you can't take poetry out of me nothing can. I'll write soon once my training is over.

Celebrity Of My Life

2010-07-10T15:20:00.000+05:30

I run out of new ways to tell you
Of the love I feel for you in my heart
I keep thinking of ways to make you smile
I Love you so much how many times
Can I tell without boring you to death??

I meet and talk a 100 friends everyday
But still talking to you is like coming home
Nothing can match feeling of being with you
I'm thirsty for your words and wounds
How shall I hourly declare my Love for you?

All these poems i write are so mundane
Words can't define your charming aliveness
You are a star, the celebrity of my life
I'm but a paparazzi photographer hounding you
I can print and read a newspaper of your daily routine
People think I'm crazy but I'm full of crazier ideas

You are my celebrity, I'm your super-fan!
My life is nothing but your caravan
Whose destination is you and more you

She Cries Herself To Sleep

2010-07-06T16:02:00.000+05:30

Every night she cries herself to sleep

Trying to come to terms to loneliness

She moved the world to make it work

Still he found reasons enough to leave

His memories his talks never seem to fade

But her sleep has faded like distant memories

Leaving her with a swollen eyes & weary face

Putting on her bright smile to deceive the world

What once was a blooming bright flower

Like a withering flower she struggles everyday

Haunted by his absence day in and day out

He's given her a jolt, ain't given her strength to bear

She cries and cries till she's breathless

Who'll understand her loneliness her pain

Who's coming to comfort to tell her she's pretty?

Who's going to tell her that the guy isn't worthy?

She's just broken, she's just can't take it anymore

But still puts on a brave face and hides her closet

She thinks her life has come to an end now

Ain't no guys, no love hold her interest much

Someone worthy of your tears won't make you cry

You're an beautiful angel in this sick world we live in

We all have a rainbow within us past those dark clouds

Its time to dispel the darkness and shower the world with

your laughter

your smiles

your fragrance

your beauty

Dedicated to a very special friend of mine. I know what's going on in your mind even if you a) hide b) lie c) dodge or d) all of the above.

Guest Post 'What Women Want?' By Priya

2010-07-03T12:29:00.000+05:30

If you can watch a flower bloom, so is a woman.Just as a flower born in this earth, every step of hers (woman) is wanted in many ways. A woman as "SHE" beholds in her to be powerful, strong and trustful. She accepts being a woman and remains to live in the beauty of herself by loving her body, mind and soul.

She takes pride in knowing herself through those mirrors which reflects her wants of acceptance and kindness. She stands tall in every occasion where she has to fight for herself being a girl, education or job or even marriage. She remains an invisible act of tolerance to win the hearts of people to emerge into the society filled with foxes.

She wakes up to think "all that she wants" is a life filled with good people( friends) and not egoistic and demanding which can bring or make her negative towards the society or family. She or Her wants are unlimited, but its the "trust" which she expects in every step of her success. Here trust can also be in the name of "respect" where she aspires to do her roles in a way she likes than over protection or aggressiveness.

Every woman is different, but all woman's wants are special attention, affection, trust in the name of security and her own needs of freedom and solitude in her life as her heart longs and loves to be that way. Wants are so vast even to fill the gap but its the mind which makes her want to get or go for it. As a woman, her wants can be growing like a flower, who can understand and love her back for who she is than who she will be. Acceptance of being a woman is all what she wants.

Original post has been written by Priya and it can be found here.

Guest Post 'Shooting for the moon' by Poetess

2010-06-30T11:29:00.000+05:30

Its been a long time that I have seen stars in the sky,

This thick grey cloud clogging up the city nighttime,

Hiding so cruelly all the precious diamonds in the sky.

Or is it that the cloud is in our minds, fogging brains?

Of materialism, of egos, of cunning, of always wanting more.

A disease permeates our generation—shooting for the moon.

And shoot some people who stand in your way too.

Where friendship is obsolete, its all professional here.

Black coats, black trousers and blacker hearts.

Its been a long time since I saw the sun set over the Ganges

But I still see corpses floating down everyday.

Only this time, its not just decomposed dead bodies.

It is the stench of decaying decadent souls.

The above poem is of my favorite poet-blogger Poetess you can visit her blog Emotions Here.

I Have Fought Every Thought Of You

2010-06-28T00:05:00.000+05:30

"Get over it, it's past now. Can't you do that?"
Get over you. Get over YOU. How can I?
I have fought in vain with every thought of you
Fought every tear every emotion related to you
And like a defeated soldier I have long ago given up
Given up on getting over you, getting over "past"

Ever since I met you, you haven't left my head (till today)
Love doesn't have an ON/OFF switch (or it isn't in me?)
Or maybe it is there in you (for you could switch so swiftly)
My Mind refuses to give up on you (it will harshly repent later)
'I' refuse to give up on you (your thoughts taste painfully sweet)
Without a desire of possession (i can love you without that)

I'll love you from my side always like I always have
I'll smile at every thought of you that passes through my head
I'll dream of you every night before going to bed
Even if never having to hear your voice makes me sad
Never having to see you or feel the warmth of your skin
What else can I do with so much love for you in my chest?

This Divine Love Beckons Us

2010-06-25T00:41:00.000+05:30

The moon has become a dancer
at this festival of love.
This dance of light,

This sacred blessing,
This divine love,
beckons us
to a world beyond
only lovers can see
with their eyes of fiery passion.

They are the chosen ones
who have surrendered.
Once they were particles of light
now they are the radiant sun.

They have left behind
the world of deceitful games.
They are the privileged lovers
who create a new world
with their eyes of fiery passion.

~Rumi

painting by shipra bhattacharya

Browsing Our Old Pics

2010-06-22T23:30:00.002+05:30

Sitting alone with my thoughts
I browse through our old pics
Something that was so real once
Now feels like figments of Imagination
The strands of hair falling on your face
I clearly behold that sight and your smell
I wonder if you really did happen to me?
Or am I just wildly hallucinating?

No longer does your chirpy voice
Soothes my head's strained nerves
Like lullabies calm a baby to sleep
My eyes trained to locate you anywhere
Now yearn to search for you in crowds
Every moment I pile up things to share
Not realising the truth you're no longer here

p.s. The title of my last poem 'Your Fair Cheeks Corrupt Me' was used by 2 of my friends as their facebook status update. The innocuous line did find a life of its own to the lips of some of the people around. Some mentioned it to me in person others teased someone with the line. Well Priya did bring to my notice that the word 'fair' might have different connotations:

Fair is something pointing out more of segregation/ feeling inferior for some isn't it.

I realised that yes she is absolutely right about it. I have unknowingly backed something i resist strongly : the fairness Olympics going on in our country. I just wanted to say that the word 'Fair' sort of rhymed for me so put it there has she been with some extra fat i would have happily used 'chubby'!! Well here's something I'll keep in mind henceforth!

Your Fair Cheeks Corrupt Me

2010-06-05T00:56:00.000+05:30

I examine her milky fair cheeks
Calling out to be touched by me
The strands of her silky hair
Dancing to & fro on her face

It's hard not to fix my gaze
Sitting right beside her I stare
Losing track of time subtly
Still her fair cheeks corrupt me

Now I can tell you the address
Of tiny moles & pimples on her cheeks
Like a contour map printed in my head
But she asks how she looks in her dress!

The dress I had hardly noticed
For which dress can match her face
Which hold my eyes non stop gaze?
Before her beauty I'm such a waste!

Just A Small Family

2010-06-03T00:14:00.001+05:30

As the crowd ushered me in Metro coach
I stepped inside struggling for a spot
When I saw a young woman lying on seat
With her husband sitting quietly beside
Her two kids confused & perplexed

The small girl with tears in her eyes
Rolling up & down her half-awake mother
Chanting 'mumma mumma' with sobbing throat
Who seemed now to me like terminally ill
Mother making half attempts to react

The son sitting on his father's lap
Engrossed playing with is toy airplane
Occasionally running to his mum crying
Urging her to wake up and give him a hug
Throwing his toy just to make his mum listen

The husband sat silently beside her, lost
Fighting a marching army of thoughts within
Zoned out unaware of the world around him
Uninterested in the fixed gazes on his family
Speaking hardly a word to his noisy kids

It was just a small family readying itself
For the impending tragedy

Arre ye ladka to bada Seedha-Saadha hain. "SSA"

2010-05-27T14:45:00.001+05:30

SSA- Seedha Saadha Aadmi.

To know more about SSA's check my post here.

Every once in few days I have been habituated since childhood to hear the following condemned words:

'Arre ye ladka to bada seedha hain.' or 'bada he seedha-saadha ladka hain aapka' et al.
(Oh the boy is so innocent... or Your child is very innocent)

All these words are such an insult to some one who all his childhood dreamed of being a kid to be known as:

'Arre ye lada to bada bhoukaali hain' or 'Bada hi bhoukaali ladka hain aapka'
(Oh the boy is a deadly thug.... Your child is such a big mafia)
bhoukaali: Don type powerful, mafia typz personality.. get the picture?

Such were my simple and innocent dreams of mine of being the Hindi Cinema's one of the best villains: Shaakaal

Shakal had pet Sharks which were made to feed on his enemies. Well when I was a kiddo all i could imagine was being a SUPER MAFIA DON whose name was enough to make people wet in pants and sweat in hands. I would think of the most cruel ways of torturing my victims in my super-specialty prisons. My pet Komodo dragon lizards would sit on my shoulders and hunt on my preys:

But then my aspirations did not meet my actions. I failed to be a qualified member of any gang during my school time. Worse than that I was not even involved in a hands-on-fight with a worthy foe which would have unleashed the devil in me and I'd have proven to the world of my hidden draconian intentions. Not even in college such an opportunity materialized. Though some gangs did come in contact and some warlords did consider me for recruitment but then that was ragging time they were on lookout for new recruits, fresh blood to carry their legacy forward.

Time passed and my gangster worshiping attitude found for itself no outlet in the actions. In fact it seemed pretty obvious to me where my life was now headed. I was becoming the SSA of the society. SSA's are wonderful people they don't know how to say NO. How to react, be really street smart and acting all smart Alec hoodwinking people.. all the necessary talents to survive and thrive in the fast paced world. SSA's are not foolish enough to not understand that they are being used. And this is where I am seem to be heading, the Anupem Kher of Khosla ka Ghosla:

So many times in my life I have single minded goals of achieve the character of kaminapan.. but then the training is not right. All this idealism and books live in my head and corrupts me. I need more training to achieve atleast 10% characteristics of Shakal ji.

Amen.

My Better Half Is Better At Maths!!

2010-05-24T12:33:00.001+05:30

Any Indian kid who grew up in 90's or before would agree with me on this point: Maths and Science were Papa's Department and Hindi and English et. al. were Mummy's department.

Dad would come as a superhero explaining all the 'concepts' and 'fundas' of Science and Maths. (My dad being IIT-Roorkee engineer more so.) Mom was the one stop solution to all subjects which had to learned by heart: history, geography, hindi and others. Oh my parents did everything to make me study!!

It was not the just the case in my house but the average case in almost every kid's house of my age. Clear cut and simple. I thought I'll be teaching my kids 'serious' subjects like Maths and Science which require superior brain power while my wife can easily teach the lovey-dovey subjects: Hindi, English and other non-nonsensical subjects which have usually no use in school after-life.

Time passed gradually and my marks charted the course of a dropping sensex of recession with no signs of recovery. Class after class I went beyond my parents most pessimistic expectations. Imagine this: every time my result was out the scene of my house was like a curfew. Pin drop silence with no one talking to no one. A depressing and haunting silence filling the house.

I used to feel like a reformed prison mate out on a parole. I would conclude that hence my maligning marks and slandering past will be a thing of a past. Hence forth I'll use this as a lesson and march on to begin a new glorious chapter of my life. This is the turning point of my life and I'll devote my life in pursuit of knowledge and good marks and make my parents proud. I'd then make a time table for my daily schedule giving equal importance to all subjects and bare minimum time for recreation, after all life is all about making sacrifices. No Pain, No Gain.

Well I really don't need to elaborate what happened after a week or so? You get the picture!!

Ok here I was sitting reading 3 different newspapers when my better half calls and tells me her research paper has been selected and she'll be presenting in.... well some national conference. This can be painful when you barely mange to pass and score a bare minimum but thank God I'm used to this padhai-likhai humiliation. My parents gave me commando training in that since childhood.

An introduction to Better Half: She's the kind of person I could never befriend (and still can't except to befriend someone with these tendencies). She is a front bencher, attends regular classes, takes notes, has doubts and the biggest blasphemy scores really well. She topped in her high school and blah.. blah.. blah.. you get the picture!! But then one thing struck me hard then: what about my kids?? I mean our kids??

Circa 2025:

Pintu: Mummy Mummy can you solve this differential equations finding the equilibria and phase line applying the Euler's method??
Mummy: (After examining the problem for 2 seconds) Have you tried the Bernoulli's Equation applying the Integrating factor technique? Then check the extract and non-extract solutions...
Pintu: I have tried that and got the solution but this Euler's method is giving non-linear solutions mom..
Mummy: Pintu beta I'm working on the Hg–Ba–Ca–Cu–O superconductor: The crystal structure of HgBa₂CuO₄ (Hg-1201), HgBa₂CaCu₂O₆ (Hg-1212) and HgBa₂Ca₂Cu₃O₈ (Hg-1223)... Ask PAPA.

Pintu: PAPA.....
Papa a.k.a Me[reading 3 different newspapers]: (Gulp!) Beta.. you see I'm so busy now can't you see?? why don't you Google it.. (interrupted)
Pintu: No No No... I was saying Mom's busy Dad.. can you teach that Hindi poem to me...कोशिश करने वालों की कभी हार नहीं होती।
Papa/Me: Why not dear son why not!!!! You know education is very important lets proceed immediately..

God Bless me.. I'm ready for the future!!

Happy Birthday To ME!!!!

2010-05-21T00:56:00.000+05:30

This is to duly inform you that on this exact day 23 years ago when the city of Meerut was engulfed in Hindu-Muslim riots a Messiah was sent to earth and he responds to the name~ PARV KAUSHIK.

As you read this the one to whom this blog and all the poems here are dedicated to is also celebrating her birthday. YES! We have a common birthday.. what? I hear you say the word "soul-mates"!!

As you read this I'm writing my exam today... WTF! Well this is scheduled post! Last year I had an exam on May 22 so it kinda put me down to studying but all the calls and wishes and surprises made it worth it..

So here I am all of 23... 23 23... well i still feel and think like an 8 year old.. I refuse to grow up.. to act and think like a grown up. I'm a 8 year old with a lot of love in my heart..

If at 23 you ask me my life's report card.. I won't tell you how many girls I dated, how many awards I won, how much money I'll be making, How many connections I have... but yes I'll tell you I know how to love and be loved. I have unlimited capacity to love and I'm learning to share this love with everyone I come in touch with.

I know the logical mind and serious people will tell me I'm a fool, I'm an idiot but let me be me. I'll say I'm a lover of life. I love life and all the beautiful people in it. I'm a poet I'll stay that way. I have faith in God. He has guided me so far.. I'm an instrument in the hands of Shiva. May he give me patience to bear my and other people's imperfections and may he give me blessings never to forget him for a moment.

NOTE:

Love you all my dear people. All my readers, all my followers, all my commentators, all this love has given me infinite confidence. I'll never be able to make you understand how your little gestures have shaped my life in big way this is not just a blog with scribblings of an empty mind, this is ME here. All that I am, all my thought and feelings. This is my soul laid bare before you and you have given me love enough to keep me smiling in face of adversaries!

May Lord Shiva bless you with all that you desire!!

here's the article I wrote on my other blog on 21 May.

Guest Post 'for life' by Adee

2010-05-18T16:49:00.004+05:30

शीशे के सामने बैठीं तुम

और तुम्हारे बाल बनाता मैं

बातें करते

कुछ नया सीखते

ज़िन्दगी बांटते

कितना कुछ, सुलझाते जाते हम

little, simple, everyday things are much more important than yearly celebrations and shopping trips to the mall. sadly, we don't realise this often. this poem saves one such moment about life, for life...

in front of the mirror you sit

a comb through your hair i flit

talking

learning

sharing

untangling life, bit by bit

The above poem is by the very talented blogger ADEE of Delhidreams. The above post can be found here.

image copyright Chandrasekhar Acharya

Does She Deserve Poor Love?

2010-05-15T19:45:00.001+05:30

She calls out to the man on the street
"Sir, can you help me?
It's cold and I've nowhere to sleep,
Is there somewhere you can tell me?"

He walks on, doesn't look back
He pretends he can't hear her
Starts to whistle as he crosses the street
Seems embarrassed to be there

~Another Day In Paradise' by Phil Collins

I was dragging myself through the busy street
When I stopped by a roadside shop for a fag
I noticed how a girl nearby was busy collecting rags
How her sole were bruised due to bare feet

Her face was nothing but sea of melancholy
Poignant and gloom marred her young face
She's probably the same age my mind says
Her face like a lotus in mud, pious and holy

I moved towards her to get a better view
The ingenuity and purity of her expression
My mind perplexed, heart was in trepidation
Why I was going towards her I had no clue

I stood there in rapt attention beholding her sight
She was indeed beautiful! Who'd agree with me?
Who could see her inherent beauty like I could feel?
All social conventions and society broke in my mind

I strange emotional bond i could sense in my heart
I wanted to go and talk and hug her in my arms
But my feet went as heavy as lead & head warmed
The world around me took its toll and I retreated fast

She was born poor but does she deserve poor love?

Guest Post 'वो मेरी परछाई थी ............'

2010-05-12T21:40:00.005+05:30

मेरी मंजिल के सफ़र तक सिर्फ मेरी तनहाई थी

मेरी हमसफ़र कोई और नहीं .. मेरी परछाई थी ....

चल पडा था ढूढने ..... अपना ठिकाना

ना साथी , ना राहबर , न... कोई बेगाना

धुंधली सी एक रूह... मेरे पीछे पीछे आई थी

जो देखा तो जाना... वो मेरी... परछाई थी ....

मैंने फ़िक्र नहीं की .. चाहे ग़म हो या ख़ुशी ..

मुझे हर आशना मिला .... जैसे कोई अजनबी ..

पैर खलवत मैं भी जैसे किसी ने आवाज़ लगायी थी

में पलटा तो देखा ... वो मेरी परछाई थी ....

फिर वो मुकाम आया , सब खोया जो था पाया

मैं रोया चिल्लाया , पर कोई भी ना आया ...

जब घोर अंधेरा था ... और वीरानी सी छाई थी

वहीँ पे खड़ी थी .. वो मेरी परछाई थी ...

कभी गिरा कभी दौड़ा , कभी ठहर गया थोड़ा

बड़ी अज़ीयत मैं भी ... मैंने हौसला न छोड़ा ...

अपने आप ही मैंने नदामत की दिवार गिराई थी

जो साथ थी मेरे हरदम .. वो मेरी परछाई थी

अब दिन संवर गए हैं... मौसम बदल गए हैं

सारवत के हमारी अब .. आलम नए नए हैं

मेरी बरक़त को देख... वो होले से मुस्कुराई थी

कोई ओर नहीं............ वो मेरी परछाई थी

आशना - acquaintance

खलवत - Solitude, Isolation

अज़ीयत- Trouble, Difficulty

नदामत - Guilt, Regret, Repentance
सारवत - wealth, prosperity

Guest Post by Priyanka Telang. It can be found here.

If Only You Hadn't Left

2010-05-09T22:07:00.002+05:30

Years ago you deemed me unfit
To stay and be a part of your life
And told me to leave saying this is it
I left quietly without protesting
Knowing logic and argument won't work
I sulked and lived with the deep pain
I waited patiently knowing you'd call
How wrong I was for you never did

Seasons passed between us
And I was still living in memories
While you were out dating a guy
I knew he wasn't meant for you
He was not something you truly want
I knew you were running from me
For reasons I could not see
And motives that I couldn't fathom

If only you'd have stayed
We would be best of friends together
If only you'd have stayed
We would be blissful forever

He Hit Her Today

2010-05-06T20:45:00.002+05:30

He hit her today with his hands

Hit her hard cause he was angry

'You make me do it' he says

But he's feels guilty and cries

Days later he puts the blame on her

Guilt is gone and so is her self-respect

She is broken inside bruised outside

She wants him to know she's hurt

It used to happen to other people

In movies and sick news shows

In a moment she was now a victim

In a moment her world had crashed

He promises he'd never do it again

He swears it was just his rage

She looks at the man for whom

She had sacrificed almost everything

If she leaves him she has nothing left

He was everything she called her own

If she stays she knows the aftermath.

Is Your Love Voodoo?

2010-05-03T19:35:00.013+05:30

After all these years I still so much love you
It does make me think is it voodoo?
All this time has passed like a minute
Like a movie with dance and music

I still miss you when you ain't around
Your smile stills brighten up my day
I still blush when I accidentally touch
And battle to keep my eyes off you

I think you have spell some magic
Some mystic motion of voodoo
I drink from the nectar of your love
I surrender to home of your beauty

Will this magic potion of yours stop
Cuz I don't want this voodoo to end
Cuz I can't stop loving you till the end
Cuz I can't hold on without you

Oh Girl.. Won't You Kiss Me Goodbye?

2010-04-30T19:07:00.002+05:30

Now that our beautiful present

Will only be our glorious past

All our escapades will just be

Memories in the back of our head

Surreal like some delightful dreams

But far far away only like a mirage

Fading with each second yet persistent

Bringing tears to your eyes time and again

Reminding each second of my presence

How empty it will feel and oh so lonely

Like an imaginary man I'll live in you

What will take your mind off me?

Where will you go to forget me?

I'll be there with you always

I just want you to know I'm there

I'll be there for you anytime anyhow

And when your eyes won't stop raining

Remember I Love You and I always will

Remember how I frowned to see you cry
Now Oh girl... Won't you kiss me goodbye?

Why I Support Savita Bhabhi.

2010-04-28T02:14:00.001+05:30

Now here it is the woman not only your parents but also the Indian Government warned you about ~ Savita Bhabhi. A woman which was before getting banned one of the top most dedicated visited websites of India (as by Alexa). Savita Bhabhi's induction into Indian mindset and her subsequent acceptance and rejection is worth a study.

I have come across PhD's writing case study of how Savita Bhabhi reflects the socio-economic status in our Indian society. I have come across business analyst's review of how much business acumen is behind Savita Bhabhi's branding and customer loyalty. Then I have also come across Indian Government's excuse of banning SB. It's the same government which bans FTV for 3 days just for showing topless models. It's the same government which gives us the governor ND Tiwari. It's the same society which gives us Godmen like Swami Nityananda.

India is a sexually repressed society. We keep our sexualities in our back door. On the front even the word "sex" in itself has become so dirty that sometimes I wonder how can we pronounce the word and not vomit the next second. Why then treat something so natural as copulation as something immoral, as sin? Why does the society makes me feel so unnatural about it? Aren't we the ones who gave the world the Kama Sutra and the Khujraho temples? Top of it all aren't we the ones who pray and seek blessings from Shiva lingam?

There are far worse websites on the Indian web space where you can download videos of sexual escapades between consenting adults with a cam. The movie LSD nothing but mirrors this sad truth. Websites I don't feel like naming here can give give you daily updated dose of uploaded MMS'. Many girls lured by their bf into having sex before camera with or without their knowledge might provide excellent fodder for the junta but ends up ravishing not only the girls life but also her family's.

Savita Bhabhi is a toon character. She involves no real girls to play the part of sex objects. She's a form of art where different artists convulse to bring out a comics which caught the attention of Indians. If say SB reaches a crescendo and there's a huge demand for such toon characters giving rise to an underground industry is it harmful? Who are the people who'll gain: artists, story writers, designers, computer experts et al. Infact as I write this SB's new home Kirtu.com is displaying an ad asking for recruitment of Script Writers.

It's all and all a creative process which is supplying an unfulfilled demand. Think about it; does it encourage any sort of physical sexual slavery, does in the whole cycle a real woman comes in scene to be reduced to a sex mannequin with sounds? Can cartoons encourage prostitution? SB is simply a comics a simple toon. It doesn't need ban from Indian Government to expose the double standards of our democracy where we have started acting as a moral police.

Find about Savita Bhabhi on Wikipedia here.

Article on Savita Bhabhi in Tehelka.

Case Study on Savita Bhabhi by Plugged.in

Support Savita Bhabhi. Its a good feminism.

Here's a spoof on SB its called Kavita Bhabhi and the site can be reached here.

That's Savita Bhabhi in late night Internet comedy show Jay Hind TV hosted by Sumeet Raghavan of Sarabhai vs. Sarabhai fame.

Why Ain't I Blogging?

2010-04-27T03:05:00.000+05:30

1. I am away from the internet at my flat. Time has come to leave the flat in a month or so and didn't want to renew it.

2. I am on a self-controlling mode. NO Smoking, NO Tea, NO Internet. I'm keeping all three as low as possible. Don't ask me why. NO I'm no addict i like self control.

3.College is ending and tell you what I'm very very very happy. Delighted absolutely. No more mechanical engineering. I'm free.

4.No firms for ME students that makes me "unplaced".

5.My Indian Navy merit list is due. I have no patience now. If I'm through i'll have the highest package in my college. All or Nothing it seems now.

6.Reading a hell lot of comics now. Reading about comics~ Indian, American, Japanese. Anime is all over me.

7.Tired of being a misfit since birth. Wonder if i could stop being 'me' and blend in be conventional be normal.. alas how I can't.

8.Back from trip to rishikesh camping, rock-climbing, rafting, cliff jumping et al...... Cliff jumping combines my 2 favrt fears: height and water. They had to push me down there.

9.Listening to Rage Against The Machine and reading Arundhati Roy both are fighting against the powers-that-be.

10.Need to put my mind back in place else it will fall apart. Life's like a marijuana joint for me right now.. well never smoked marijuana so m kinda guessing :)

Vanity Is My Favorite Sin! My Vanity Fair...

2010-04-11T02:28:00.002+05:30

Yesterday was a fantastic day, a hattrick, sorts of, for fantabulous days. Last 3 days have been filled with absolute joy and bliss. I won’t go into microscopic details but here what’s been happening in my life:

1.It was a complete chance of fate that as I came across the February issue of JAM magazine and as I was flipping it by guess what I saw? Guess guess… I saw my own photo! It was posted in their advert. for their online social network community Club JAM where it was my profile pic. Now it feels good when you are casually flipping by a national magazine and they have printed your pic to show how “cool” you are. Now I’m “officially” cool!

2.I have been working(voluntarily) for a magazine called UPTU Watch. UPTU is the university I’m pursuing my degree from. UPTU has been responsible for ruining countless lives and tarnishing endless dreams. It has about 600+ colleges in its fold and in a single year the total number of graduates is more than the total number of graduates that have ever graduated from IITs since their inception!

OK back from UPTU bashing to UPTU Watch which has been started my some eminent people of the media industry. I have been in touch with them since long since it’s an issue close to my heart. (I was also behind the start-up youth magazine called “Subzero” in the NCR region which sadly died.) I’m working with them on their current April issue with full throttle which will be out in few days. I’ll be christened as Assistant Editor which is pretty good! The magazine is a movement to reform the UPTU which although being the largest university in the world lies in shambles.

(the issue on the right is of last month i.e. March Issue)

3.Here’s another wonderful event which I was more than glad to attend. It was the launch of Karan Vir’s first truly Indian graphic novel called “Dashaavatar” and “Moksha” it was graced with the presence of Mr. Gurcharan Das who is an eminent author of repute. The venue was the The Oxford Bookstore at Barakhamba Road, New Delhi.

I’m a die hard fan of Karan Vir’s Vimaanika comics which are steady mix of great artwork and mythology. A perfect combo needed to make religion “cool” for the youth of the nation. It was nothing less than a rock concert for me and the people were nothing less than rockstars. I had the opportunity to interact with Karan Vir and asked him few questions and informed him how I failed to find his comics across bookstores in Noida and Lucknow. I also asked his views about some US publications who have comicised our Mythologies (Like Liquid Comics and Grant Morrison’s 18 Days).

p.s. I got my Dashaavtar poster signed by Karan Vir! A collector’s edition!!!

4.Now I have been meeting my school friends quite a lot recently, on 3 separate occasions I met a total of 4 school mates. All females. Now take a sample~ this is how I was introduced to my friend’s friend at two places: “You know Parv writes poetry! He writes lovely poems at his popular blog. Parv who is the one you write your poetry for? Lucky girl she is!”

So here are two points I have realised about me. I’m officially known and introduced as a “poet” now and secondly people are really interested to meet my girl!! That’s quite heart warming to know that my words are reaching out to people and touching them. Thank you all of you wonderful people for supporting me and boosting my morale it really means a lot to me!

Amen

Why I Can't Have Just Enough Of You

2010-04-07T20:03:00.000+05:30

Why I can't have just enough of you?
Each day each moment you are with me
Still when you are away from my eyes
Even if it's for a couple of minutes
I miss you like we haven't met for years

Oh! I can't wait, Oh! I can't bear this pain
Another second of wondering about you
And I call you hoping for some salvation
You pick up my call but then wonder
It's just been few minutes since you left

I really don't know if I can really explain
But after all these years of togetherness
I still harbor this fondness for you
With your beautiful smile and cute face
Will this fondness ever meet an end?

Being with you makes me feel so beautiful
That's why I cant bear a second without you!!

The Not-So-Good Side Of Feminism

2010-04-04T00:10:00.001+05:30

If tomorrow someone calls this blog a "feminist" one, probably I won't argue. With so many interesting, respectable women around me and in the society I'd rather be taking the "judgement" happily!!

In the recent public consciousness two women with their exemplary courage and brave soul are ruling the hearts and minds of Indians. They have set themselves as role models worth emulating by the society.

These two women are Aradhana Gupta who is fighting for her friend Ruchika and the other is Rukhsana Kausar the 20 year old girl who killed a militant and shot another after snatching their AK-47 but this post is not about them, they deserve a post dedicated just for them.

I'll move to the opposite end of the spectrum and introduce to you two incidents which have put my "faith in feminism" in a re-think mode. I understand that nothing is a 100% and its foolish to expect anything to be perfect, it's unrealistic. The two incidents are:

1. Delhi Metro Episode

Today dropping neck-lines and peeping cleavages are almost as common as breathing. Well I don't have the intention of passing a moral judgement on the issue neither do I think it's a matter of concern. If you ask me or other guyz we are all very happy with the clothing revolution and receding cloth lengths.

One such incident though blew my head away. A girl whose valuable assets were barely covered was in my Metro coach. Addition to this she made things worse ~~(or delightful for some)~~ by constantly stooping down to pick her bags again and again. An old man who was sitting facing her had to close his eyes and pretend that he was asleep at such an embarrassing situation.

Her awkward body language had all the Metro Coach feeling uneasy besides her you-dirty-mind-looking-at-me attitude was beyond my imagination. I absolutely hate saying this but had any untoward incident happened over there I would have understood whose fault it would have been. As I was observing her moves this blog post was already written in my head!

2.College Realpolitik

A best-friend-turned-worst-foe Miss Z gave me a terrible shock of heights of insanity. Miss Z has a penchant of turning all her best friends to foes. She turned her ugly wicked mind against a very dear friend of mine. Miss Z had such a terrible tongue and heart to say so vile things not only about her but also about her family ancestory. I could only gauge the frustration.

It was one of the many attacks she has leveled on my dear friend. Last time it was about her character and everything imaginable but the people weren't convinced since my friend's actions spoke louder than Z's words. This time the magnitude of false insults levied against my friend and her family brought tears to my eyes.

My dear friend showed exemplary courage and has been very graceful and cool minded in such situation. Miss Z is still furious and looks everyday for opportunities for head-on collision with my friend but then a wise man has said "Don't fight with a pig. You end up getting dirty besides the pig likes it."

My Brothers and Sisters In Australia

2010-03-23T03:34:00.000+05:30

My brothers and sisters in Australia
You are not alone, we are with ya
Fight don't submit we tell ya
Thy beat u thy kick u thy burn ya
Government doesn't care for ya
Immigrants from third world ya

Your Bharat Maa yearns for ya
This is your country, your home ya
Come here live with dignity will ya
Live with head held high, won't ya?
You are beloved children of India
But just immigrants for Australia

How Much I love? Do I Have To Mention?

2010-03-19T18:35:00.000+05:30

I have not seen
Something as beautiful as you
Or maybe is it that
After laying my eyes on you
Nothing is as beautiful as you
Your smile matters to me
More than I value mine
As long as you keep
Smiling and giggling
I think I have done a
Fair job in keeping you

I know I'm all that
Matters to you
And that when I
Frown and remain angry
You are so much
Concerned and lonely
That I have hurt you
I think about it only

Your eyes with
So much of love
When they look at
Me with graceful
gesture
It gives me high with
Precious attention
How much I love?
Do I have to mention?

Forever And Ever.

2010-03-16T16:51:00.000+05:30

What Is it- A miracle or magic?
It has been years
Since i first saw you
Years since I first laid
my eyes on you
Laid my eyes and fell
In love with you

Rarely any day passes
When I don't see you
No moment without
A thought of you
I have forgotten in
my mind-
Where I end and you
begin

Still when I see you
standing there
I can't help but fall in
love with you
Just like I have been
In all these years
But I hold no complains
For I can love you like this

Forever and Ever

p.s. I recently stumbled upon a book named LOVE Happens Like That. The book in itself is just over fine but it's the author who made me buy this book. The author Ritwik Mallik is a 15-year old student in school. He's a blogger and a resident of Noida. The description at the back of the book also was one reason why i bought this book but which i find little untrue.

It's such a pleasant feeling to see young author as him being published now. It would be such a nice feeling. If you are from Noida or studying in school then I'd suggest you to read this otherwise it doesn't have something that hasn't been told and re-told.

I say Night Is Peace

2010-03-13T11:24:00.000+05:30

I say Night Is Peace

I step out of my balcony
And suddenly a world welcomes me
Everything is so silent
The world seems to be at peace
The night appears empty and still
Like a wheel which has stopped

I stood in my balcony, motionless
Some random dogs barking-somewhere
Some airplanes flying overhead
Like moving toys with flashy lights
In the star studded sky with silent moon
Streets- empty without being haunting

Wind Comes and all the leaves dance
I want to join this orchestra of leaves
And dance on this sound of the leaves
But then the wind passes
Trees fall silent; calm and composed
Its a different world out there

If only you have empty mind to see.

Who Is This I ?

2010-03-11T09:41:00.000+05:30

In a mind run riot
By endless dreams and desires
Peace is an eluding butterfly
But when it descends
I have a glimpse
Of God Of Enlightenment Of Maya

The nectar of silence
Tastes like final freedom
When thoughts naturally die
And desires lose their charm
I'm here with all my awareness
Learning how This Moment feels

My body has a rhythm, a soul
My breaths have a sound
My heartbeats have a pulse
My skin has so many sensations
My eyes are so relaxed
My head feels huge, sans thoughts

Thoughts Dreams Desire Future Past
Delusion Illusion Pleasure Pain
So powerless to enter my cave
I, Me, Myself, You, Them, Her
Who is this I?
I find myself lifted in the sky.

International Women's Day

2010-03-08T19:02:00.000+05:30

I can say nothing new that hasn't be said in the glory and celebration of Women. Women have been an integral part of my life. I have loved and admired many women in my life and had the good fortune of meeting some very interesting and amazing women. A lot of them I have admired greatly and respected absolutely.

I might share a fact or a truth of my life and which is Women have always been my better friends than males. It's a truth I have realised since my childhood, i can bond easily with females than males. ~~(No I'm not gay!)~~ I have the ability to connect and understand Women and admire them for what they are. This blog is an example of it. This blog is an unofficial tribute to you Women and everything you represent.

This blog and my poems are nothing but the celebration of Women, of your energy and infinite potential that is there in you. Women with all their feminism is what I try to worship through my poems brought out by the most beautiful female I have met in my life and her all-embracing, inexhaustible love for me. A female who I respect more than I love.

Women have a womb which gives them an supremacy that no male advantage can even think of surpassing. The womb has the seed of all that is in this world. I don't think God is a MAN with lots of POWER and EGO, I think God is a WOMAN with lots of LOVE and CREATIVITY. Women is the origin, the nectar, the soul, the mother nature.

Feminism is a movement that need not be taken incessantly to make the world aware of your importance. Change is underway, the tables are turning~ for better. Women are the future leaders, this world has been ruled by the Male head since the advent of society now a leadership of heart by Women is needed and this change is taking place.

A salute to you.

10 Sonic Ways To Be Super-Cool

2010-02-26T02:12:00.003+05:30

OK fellow un-cool humans here is a refreshing break from the emotional high doses i have been giving you through the poems here. This is THE SECRET which the world has always been waiting for. Even Rhonda Byrne is after me to convert this SECRET into a book offering me a multi-million dollar deal. The CIA called me to keep my mouth shut for their billion dollar research is turning to dust for i offer my SECRET FOR FREE. yes you heard it right absolutely right i bring for you the ultra-secrets which will ~~help you~~ definitely turn you into a Super-Cool species among your fellow homo sapiens and the envy of all.

1.Watch the right TV: ohh no no no F.R.I.E.N.D.S and Prison Break are passe you need to know the ABC, XYZ, MNO everything of Sex And The City, Desperate Housewives, How I Met Your Mother, The Big Bang Theory, Dexter, Lost. Oh yes these are the shows you have to master. The more you know the more you can let the other people slip into depression of being un-cool.

2.Mind Your Language: Alright you speak in English whts the big deal? Ohh so you know the lingo of the hood? So what? You have to prove your ignorance of Hindi at every drop of the hat. When anybody starts talking in Hindi and uses a slightly uncommon word here's the phrases you can use: "Oh I have to work upon my Hindi", "Shit my Hindi is so bad", "Man that is all greek to me, what did u say again?"

3.Social Networking: So you could never let Orkut touch you? Facebook was your one and only home since time immemorial. Now have the right friends and the right Display Pic. Yes my dear dear friend your coolness quotient is measured by your profile pic. Burn the midnight oil use all the photo editing softwares to get the perfect look in your DP.

4.Have Some Relationship Issues: It's just so un-normal to have a happy relationship. "I Have Some Issues" is the buzz-line. It's the secret tht will bring you in the league of super-cool kids. No one likes an ever lasting lovey-dovey couple. Ever seen movies that start with a happy ending? Then why give people that impression.

5.Be Anything But Obvious: Everyone has read Chetan Bhagat that automatically implies you don't have to even touch the filthy books he write. He is an insult to the world of literature a dirty spot which has ruined the beauty of classics. You don't have to touch anything that is in mass consumption. Always go off-beat (read elitist). Here's a catch~ if in your "in" circle being weirdo is obvious then be normal and you'll be the cool one, the different one.

6.Use Right Cuss Words: Now learn to have the blessings of Jesus in your life, start with phrases like "Oh Jesus!" to "Jesus, if only I had known..." Use Fuck like you use prepositions, use the derivatives often to keep the interest and to awe the un-cool. Bullshit, Bitch, Asshole all are welcome in as public way as possible.

7. Be A Party Animal: OK so you haven't attended a party for weeks but your party stories must never ever not even till immortality runs out. You are the Party God sent from heaven above to make this world a cooler place to be in. You rock the party with your awesomeness, your awesomeness has defied all barriers. Your life's a party. (Also includes Night-outs, hang-outs, anything-outs)

8. Trend Setter, Style Icon, Fashion Guru: If you haven't been nicknamed one of these, your coolness is in jeopardy. Be a trend setter go out to tell the world around you what to wear. Be "in" and let the other's copy you. You have to work hard on this one buy fashion magazines, go shopping a lot more times than everyone else does, search the internet. Anything to put you on top.

9. Carry A Guitar/Basketball At All Times: Doesn't matter if you are a girl or a guy carry a Guitar at all times to infuse a sense of inferirity complex in fellow human beings. When you see a guy with a guitar on his back your heart breaks and you curse yourself of all the broken resolutions to learn guitar and the girls are imagining a dude who'll sing them love songs with humming guitar tunes, what a mind game! Same goes with basket-ball

10.You Are Bi-sexual And Accept It: No-one was happier than you when Article 377 was repealed.. It was a moment of eternal happiness for you and fellow gay/lesbian community. Yes you are a bi-sexual and yes you are experimental. You are a try-sexual. You have the guts to accept it in front of everyone. All the straight people are just so old and conventional and boring. You are the new blood the Super-Cool.

p.s. there you go 10 commandments, 10 Biblical truths which will transform your life to awesomeness. And remember i gave these hidden-truths to you. I'm the Supreme Super Cool Soul in the Universe thou shalt not even doubt it for a second.

p.s. very painfully i have to announce that someone has missed the pun in the whole article so for all the confused ones here it is I WAS BEING SARCASTIC.

Me And You And Everything

2010-02-22T18:22:00.002+05:30

i sometimes think
the purpose of my birth
is to admire you
not only your beauty
but your soul and mind
it's hard to explain to you
in terms of words
but i cannot measure my love
i have for you in my heart
and feel every second
your joy or sadness

i sometimes think
you are a gift for me
from heaven above
that i could admire you
know you to love you
and love you to an extent
that makes you feel
satiated
and make you screm
'STOP! i can't take it'
i can''t help
but keep giving you more
keep sharing my joy
i feel to have you
near me, always.

i think in terms of you
i think of you
no longer as 'you'
~a separate entity
but 'you' as part of me
as indensible as my limbs
for i realise
you are no longer the other
'you'
'you' and 'me' are me

Parting Gift

2010-02-19T15:11:00.000+05:30

you were the one to call it quits
walk away to never look back
'never again' you must've cursed
with a sad bleeding heart i wept
not knowing my sins ans mistakes
the calls were unanswered
SMS ignored, mails forgotten
like a beautiful dream you vanished
and the mourning was painful

the pain and agony i suffered
like a sharp pointed needle pressed
against my chest all day
a million times with silent cries
the tears refused to let hope die
tears became a paying guest
they stayed i paid with pain
these tears i laughed
which i had not known since years
were your only parting gift

India Lives Here: Kumbh Mela In Haridwar

2010-02-16T18:07:00.000+05:30

Sound Of Your Name

2010-02-12T09:55:00.000+05:30

i repeat your name again and again
to hear the sound of it
the music it makes as it leaves my lips
and touches my ears, the vibrations
the sensations, the scintillations
i say your name again and again
wonder if you even you have
a faint memory of me in your mind
the idea and concept of you lives on
thrives and grows ad infinitum
you have a life of your own in my mind
this love it's hard to explain and define
with none i can share or open
neither can i reveal this secret to you
i know we talk sometimes like a 'friend'
which i'm happy to be one, though dilute

no fear of rejection poisones my soul
but i love this love i have for you
without expectations i can love you
talk to you in my imaginary mind
think of you all night when i can't sleep
share my stories and pains in my mind
knowing in real world,
you live oblivious to my existence
in your world of family and friends
i see you smile and laungh and secretly cry
i see you shining like a star in the sky
from a distance;
and still i love you like anything.

Tribute To DEEZDEN/Dithi

2010-02-10T00:27:00.002+05:30

One of my favorite bloggers/artists Deezden/ Dithi is currently facing tough time fighting Rupa publications. I have always been an admirer of her art pieces and to be honest I'm secretly waiting to start earning money after my studies so I can commission a few paintings (ahemmm...). Nevermind my friend Swarnima got some of Dithi's paintings re-painted so as to keep me happy!

I hope Dithi is comfortable with it for I'm doing it without her permission. Please do not sue me ~~I have no money to pay you in charges any way~~. I know u might be offended by the ~~inferior~~ version of your esteemed work but give it to the poor soul (Swarnima) who toiled so hard. Soon the painting's will be in my room alongside Raja Ravi Varma's and Amrita Shergils et al. ~~(not the originals just the posters)~~

Thank you Deezden for sharing your creative work :)

Here is her blog.

I'll Keep You In My Mind

2010-02-07T16:29:00.001+05:30

i keep an eye on you all the day
in the class, the corridor, the recess
i know the number of the cab you take
the name of the dog you kept at high school
your mother's best cooked dish and her antics
i know the facts as many as a mortal can know
and i keep connecting the dots to have an idea
of you.

for you i know are no ordinary girl
stuck in ordinary world ordinary friends
but how dare i approach you?
you are so profane so holy so saintly
something i cannot touch
so i let you live in your world
and i live with you in my head
~ all waking second of my life

no can't call you an 'imaginary gf'
would be an outright insult to us
i refuse to name this relationship
you are a person i have fallen in love
for the rest of my life
without a desire of posession of you
i keep you in my mind 'alive'

Your Thoughts

2010-02-04T03:02:00.001+05:30

Your thoughts reach me as i think of you
Your smiling face my mind conjures
I have a feeling you miss me a lot
I blush to myself stuck with your thought
I scan around if someone caught me
I'm smiling to myself, I must be a madman

I dream of being with you alone
We'll walk down lonely walks
All while I'll hear you talk
I wish I soothe some longing pain
And some drops from clous above
Like dew drops will grace your face

You'll blush and run for a shade
I'll hold your arm and laugh instead
Til' we are drenched & have nothing to say

Such A Short Life To Share

2010-02-01T02:55:00.000+05:30

I dream of my family with you
Not long time from now
We'll be a married couple
Taking vows around fire
For this birth and many next
You'll be my bride I'll be your groom

And then we'll be a family
All our family albums hence
Will have both of us together
For the rest of our life with our
Children and grand-ones too

Such a long time we have
To spend together and share
Your presence will be like a shadow
Or I better say 'Guiding Light'!

Such a short life to share with you
But i feel content
I have taken vows to spend
Many many lifetimes with you

I'm Nice

2010-01-29T02:47:00.000+05:30

Stop complaining and take a stand
Don't make I'm nice a trend
You're not nice you are a coward
Unable to stand for yourself
Stand behind your words
Raise your voice
Be nice with the rouge wolves
And they'll scratch you to last tissue
Be nice with the politicians
And they'll auction each strand of your hair

Be Nice Be Bold Be Courageous
In this world rise against darkness
For they don't care for moral values
For they have none of it themselves

No values to compromise
No stand to authencicate
They change colour like a chamellion
Their sense of integrity is long gone.

p.s. Based on Paulo Coelho's 'The Devil And Miss Prym'

Cunningness in men I see

2010-01-25T02:32:00.000+05:30

Everywhere I go
Cunningness in men I see
Hurt by their selfish intentions
Bruised by their vilified actions
Their words stinks of motives and
Hearts filled with fake pretentions

Hidden behind flowery words
Buried beneath measured smiles
They hide their daggers and lies
They are enemies in disguise

I wonder if at night they feel guilty
I wonder if 'shame' exists in their mind
Give 'em an inch they snatch a mile
Still a frowning face you get everytime.

Guest Post 'Woman' By Priya

2010-01-21T22:26:00.001+05:30

She is thrown out, as a piece of paper;
once a beautiful handcrafted piece
carved with love and happiness.

She is thrown out, as a piece of thread;
once woven with silk
to bring the beauty of hers.

She is thrown out, as a piece of wood;
Once bathed with sandal
to enjoy the love of lust.

She is thrown out, as a piece of flesh;
once tangled with silent cries
and a petal full of dreams.

She is thrown out, as a piece of woman;
once reflected and admired
by the man she loved.

-By Priya

Guest Post ' उस मार्ग पर मैं भी चल पाऊँ ...'

2010-01-19T09:48:00.001+05:30

मेरी बस एक तमन्ना है

जो चाहूं वो खुद कर पाऊँ ........

चाहे पथ हो कुछ उलझनों भरा

पर अंततः मंजिल को पाऊं .............

अपने अधिकारों से पहले

मैं कर्तव्यों का मान करूं ,..............

ना बिसराऊँ मार्ग भलाई का

निर्बल का सहारा बन पाऊँ ..................

चाहे आये मुश्किलें हज़ार

करना मुझको ना पड़े विचार .........

जो कश्ती घिरी हो तूफ़ान से

मैं उसका किनारा बन पाऊँ .........

आदर्श नहीं प्रस्तुत करना

मुझको है बस इतना करना ............

जो मार्ग महापुरुषों ने चुना

उस मार्ग पर मैं भी चल पाऊँ .................

-Written By PRIYANKA TELANG

For All The Women In The World

2010-01-17T19:14:00.001+05:30

For all the women in the world - sisters, mothers, daughters, and wives:

Blessed be my brain
that I may conceive of my own power.

Blessed be my breast
that I may give sustanence to those I love.

Blessed be my womb
that I may create what I choose to create.

Blessed be my knees
that I may bend so as not to break.

Blessed be my feet
that I may walk in the path of my highest will.

-Robin Morgan

Ramayana Retold- Sita Sings The Blues!

2010-01-15T18:01:00.007+05:30

Ramayana is a story told and retold and retold and retold and retold but we Indians are never bored of it. We can hear the story as many times as it reaches our ear. We know the characters, we know the story , the plot, the ending but still there's something so magical about the way it is told that it ends up telling more about the person telling it than the story itself.

From our grandmother version to the Bollywood version we have tried to see it all and missed. The epic comes again over and over with its enthralling magic to mesmerize our attention. Not much time has passed since the animated "Hanuman" and "The Hanuman Returns" were presented to the children and well appreciated and loved. They sparked a frenzy among filmmakers to make animated films about our very own religious heroes/Gods.

Recently the Indian Mythologies has been adapted and reproduced by various people. One of them include the joint venture of Deepak Chopra and Virgin Comics (more on this later) and the other is a brilliant work of Nina Paley on the animated movie "Sita Sings The Blues". A dynamic and revolutionary treatment of the same story which has never failed to fascinate us.

"Sita Sings The Blues" uses variety of animation techniques and styles. The whole story is told keeping Sita in the mean focusing on her point of view. What an experience it is to watch the movie!!! No don't wonder about the release dates of the movie because you can LEGALLY download the movie from the official website here. On her website she says:

"You don't need my permission to copy, share, publish, archive, show, sell, broadcast, or remix Sita Sings the Blues. Conventional wisdom urges me to demand payment for every use of the film, but then how would people without money get to see it? How widely would the film be disseminated if it were limited by permission and fees? Control offers a false sense of security. The only real security I have is trusting you, trusting culture, and trusting freedom."

Now this is a real artist. These are the words and the intentions behind the movie and it deserves standing ovation.

If you want the movie banned from the internet then you can sign the petition here!!! Banning something so beautiful doesn't make sense yes i agree Hindus will find it offensive for their Gods have been misused (Read M F Hussain) and will be skeptical about the intentions of the artist but i strongly believe Hindus should not be feeling insulted rather they should welcome it as a bold and modern description of their ages-told tale and how it is relevant even today!

Check the official website of Nina Paley here.

Those Who Have Achieved

2010-01-13T11:41:00.000+05:30

Mountains are in the mind
No mountain lies unconquered
Stone towers are build in mind
No tower lies unclimbed

Problems are but imaginary
No problem that can't be solved
Road is never too long, too rough
No road that hasn't been travelled

Oceans rage tests our courage
No oceans that hasn't been crossed
Sky above gazes us all the time
No bird that can go higher than us

Limitations lie in our minds
Boundaries exist in our dreams
Those who have achieved
Threw these limitations away

Burned the boundaries down
Let go of all mind games
Only those who have achieved

Breast Cancer Awareness And Facebook

2010-01-11T12:31:00.001+05:30

8 Jan was the "Breast Cancer Awareness Day" and true to the nature of the young generation they leapt into action (pun intended). I logged into my facebook account only to confront the horrors of the effect of americanisation of indian culture and our blind aping of the west. The girls on Facebook had updated their statuses with the colour of their bra.

black and silver!!!!

i guess 39

PINK... LOL....

36 ... :) !!!

pink n grey...!!!!

Brown:-)

palatinate purple, dark lavender, blackkkk nd grey

This was an elegant awe-inspiring and brave move on part on the part of the ladies. Not only this selfless, courageous move will change the world and enlighten the world about breast cancer. It will change the world of social awareness. These girls who I'm sure would hardly know anything about breast cancer (symptoms and effects) and would have done nothing, absolutely NOTHING for social causes felt so much for the cause that so many of them updated the colour of their undergarmets in front of everyone.

What greater breast awarness can you give by telling the whole boys community that you are wearing a black or pink bra.? This is disgusting to say the least. What accolades do these girls expect? They are really "cool". How "cool" is it anyway? How hip, posh and fashionable? So Elle, Cosmopolitan reading, shopping malls addict, lifestyle obsessed generation who have one aim of life: to be cool by aping the west(amreeka to be precise). To be "in" is more important than to be right and logical.

It were the Detroit women who started it all. Girls in India who are cynical about about the "attitude" of indian men were never to be left behind and informed the indian men about their bra-colour sense.

I have written for women issues on this blog and other websites. I have seen government-sponsored billboards of breast awarness showing breasts at crossroads. The art-pieces of Raja Ravi Varma may show women with bare breasts but it enhances the beauty of the women not degrades it. You cannot put Savita Bhabhi comic-art and the nude paintings of Amrita Shergil on the same plate and say they show the same thing.

The intention is the important factor in your actions. Wearing a red ribbion for AIDS-awarness makes sense. Voting for a better Government makes sense. Visiting orphanage makes sense. But please in the garb of a serious issue of Breast Cancer Awareness don't fulfill your sexual fantasies.

painting by raja ravi varma

This City Is A Fight Club

2010-01-08T11:29:00.001+05:30

City City Bang Bang
Welcome To Zooland
Come get a taste
Run gotta win this race
Have a taste of blood
This city is never dull
Hard work Hard fun
What you got son?
Prove your worth here
This city is not fair
Dreams Desire Dares
Winners are very rare
Run Run till you drop
Fight Fight never stop

This city is a Fight Club
A sinister and vice hub
Victims of this city
Winners of this city
Fight for every inch in this city
Make your place
Make your space
Build an empire
Build a worthy name

These dirty roads call
These street dogs hungry
These people smell blood
Thsese dreams look nightmare
From sunrise to sunset
Go fight buddy never rest
Nobody gives a damn
Until you give them crap

City City Bang Bang

These Imaginary Fictional Men

2010-01-05T11:11:00.000+05:30

Spending time with worthy books
Is having conversation with wise men
It's like these men come to talk
across centuries
across continents
across languages
across time-space
To share their knowledge
To share their thoughts
And we like a sponge absorb

These books tell me stories
Of far-away mountains and seas
Of seductive women and eternal love
Of ruthless Kings and mighty rulers
Of Sci-fi future and stone age past

Each page each line teaches me
Like a teacher of infinite wisdom
I come to know men and society
And acute observation of behavior

These imaginary fictional men
Become my companions
Like real people they live in my head
With their stories and emotions.

I Know I Have You!

2010-01-02T10:41:00.000+05:30

I may not have gold bars to give
I may not have mansions to live
I may not have luxury cars to drive
I may not have airplanes to glide

My love for you is worth which gold?
Your arms are space enough for me to live
Your smiles make me go around the world
You love gives me wings to fly the sky above

Your love for me is enough to live
Your smiles give me strength to walk
Your foolish talks are my oxygen
Your childish face is a sight to behold

What else do i dream of?
Except your love
What do I always think?
Except your words.
What do I always desire?
Except your smiles.
What do I care?
Except your happiness.

a very happy new year to all my readers and visitors! may god bless you and fill your life with happiness, love, peace, success, serenity and poetry!! thank you for supporting me and admiring my work. your kind words have always inspired me to torture you with new and worse forms of poems!!! i hope i will keep you happy with my words in this year and always!

HAPPY NEW YEAR! 2010 and forever!

p.s. painting is self portrait of painter Amrita Shergil .

My Love // Your Love!!

2009-12-30T09:45:00.000+05:30

I love you so much
I don't know how
I don't know why
I love you I don't know

Why do I love you so?
How much do i love?
What I love you for?
Let 'em be mystery!

They said I was a fake
My love wasn't enough
You are just a phase
My love is just unreal

I know only my love for you
I can only give you love I have
But how do I gauge my love
Should I gauge you too love?

I have no single clue
Of comparing my love for you

Except You.

2009-12-26T21:45:00.000+05:30

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

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

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

In You I Find Peace

2009-12-24T09:36:00.000+05:30

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

Who Is She?

2009-12-21T20:49:00.000+05:30

Stood there She, amused
A whiff of air touched her face
A hair lock flew on her face
She giggled innocently like an infant

Who is She? I asked myself
Is She the wind or sunshine?
Is She human or is She divine?
It's so surreal that she's mine

Her tender feet soft as grass
Her fair soft palms define class
Her dreamy eyes with oblivious smile
To think she's no angel is a lie.

Let Me Be Me

2009-12-15T16:03:00.000+05:30

We looked in each other eyes
And we knew the end was near
This wouldn't work any longer
Of allegations & counter claims
Of blatant lies & endless cries
This relationship
Of giving to you and I'm done
This relationship
It's not a one way conversation

I was trying every trick to save
You thought I'm being naive
Your confusion led us in this maze
You could never decide
Which path to take
And led us down the drain
All the while,
I could see my annhiliation
I could see myself rotting

I wrote my death sentence
Now why don't you
Set me free?
For first time let Me be Me.

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

2009-12-12T13:49:00.001+05:30

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.

Dreams Do Come True!

2009-12-10T19:46:00.000+05:30

There is good news for all my lovely and beautiful readers I've been recommended by SSB Bangalore for service in Indian Navy. My medical tests starts tomorrow in the Air Force Command Hospital. I expect to clear them. The final merit list will be out in Feb\Mar. If my name is on that list I'm in!!!

I read the touching remarks left by my readers in the Pray For Me post. Needless to say your prayers have been answered. I've been selected in the first time at SSB! THANK YOU ALL OF YOU FOR YOUR KIND PRAYERS!!!

Guest Post... 'Longing' by Priya

2009-12-09T13:31:00.016+05:30

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.

Pray For Me, Indian Navy Calling!!

2009-12-06T13:16:00.004+05:30

Ok guyz the above chart is self-explanatory about the nature of the task set before me! Here's a synopsis of the road ahead of me:

I have been called for the Navy SSB (Service Selection Board) in Bangalore frm 5th Dec to 10th Dec. This is my first SSB and I'll leave no stone unturned to join the Indian Navy!! As you read this I'm in Bangalore fighting like a soldier to become one!

All I need is a silent prayer from you for my selection. Just give me your 30 secs it will be enough! Just close your eyes and pray to God that I get selected! Success is my only option here failure's not.... Thank You!

p.s. this is a scheduled post. I have more for you here... blogging doesn't stop for anything!!

Remember Me?

2009-12-03T12:41:00.002+05:30

Glimpsing the golden sunset
I lighted up my ciggarette
Looking into the setting sun
Impulsively i thought of you

You are far, so long gone
Like a faded spot in memory
Suddenly you came alive
After so much of time

All that is left of us
Is some dusty dusky memories
I wonder if you have them
I wonder if you remember me

Those were the days then
So full of life and smiles
Of not knowing loneliness
And of endless chit-chatter

A pain so deep rises in me
Each memory hits like a needle
A million needles scar my brain
I pull out another ciggarette

Desperate to kill your thought
Remember you were once 'mine'?

5 Websites Of Authors To Visit Before You Die!

2009-11-30T05:59:00.001+05:30

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!

I Salute You!

2009-11-27T22:02:00.013+05:30

I salute you and respect you for your tremendous courage and will. I'm inspired by you.You are my role model. God give me strength to be like you.May God give you all the happiness and love to make you smile. Hats off to you. You're my hero!

When many whine and complain about everything in their life, when the meek and light hearted cry about the little thorns in their life you silently stood like a candle in the wind. Never did you make people realize your pain not did you didn't had any. Like a flower which spread its fragrance to each and everyone who comes in contact you spread smiles around you.

I read about human spirit and will in books and stories a but now after meeting you I know what it means. A standing ovation can never do justice to you for you deserve more. The luck lines were unfair and the stumbling blocks were mammoth but now in rear-view mirror what could break you.

You're the song
life is singing
You're the laughter
life is chuckling
You're the carnival
life is enjoying
You're the voyage
life is through
You're the story
life is telling

Allegorical Oxymoronic Shadow

2009-11-24T06:05:00.002+05:30

"a few extra pounds"

she foolishly tells herself

yet dreams for Theodore Seville

in her own words she's an

"allegorical oxymoronic shadow"

the truth is; all she is

is a creative and beautiful soul

the horizon of her dreams

is distant yet in focus, and

life's not blurred to realize them

for some reason she thinks like that

the paradoxes and the dissatisfaction

is still alive in her somewhere

something i wish just wasn't there

i try to tell my admiration for her

yet i flatly miss each time

looks like the words won't suffice

this sky-gazer, day dreamer

idea-capturer and people observer

frowns for people who don't deserve

neither her smile nor her time

UPDATE:
For all my blog-readers here is my interview about Blogging I gave to this website. I hope you enjoy it!

Lost Childhood 2: The Little Boy

2009-11-21T12:06:00.000+05:30

i turned around from the 'beer shop'

unsatisfied with the pics clicked

i saw a sight and took some time

to comprehend the gravity of it

a young boy hardly a pre-teen

sat there in middle of busy crowd

collecting beer bottles in a rucksack

a sight so common you wouldn't even care

but his 'work' caught my attention

sat there he, collecting empty bottles

but also collected the last few sips

from each bottle left by the drinker

and emptied them into a single bottle

then quenched his thirst with the cocktail

half filled bottle like trophy he claimed

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

you or me? society or the shop-owner?

useless governments or high decibel NGO's?

a billion people can take the blame, but

who's to take the first step to stop him

will it be you or will it be me?

Lost Childhood 1: The Little Girl

2009-11-18T11:46:00.003+05:30

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.

Miss 'Too Intense, Too Sensitive'

2009-11-14T00:05:00.003+05:30

too intense too sensitive

too talented too gifted

crafter of words, painter of poems

your words convert readers to admirers

strangers and friends captivated by you

like moths magnetized by halogen light

your deep eyes with wisdom exemplified

a idyllic face with sweetness amplified

your mind so pure and thoughts so sublime

your photography don't just capture a sight

they tell a story of thousand miles

your lips play host to myriad languages

and hands play hosts to paintbrushes

metamorphosed into beauty through you

once a poet dared to crush the grass

beneath his burdensome feet (walt whitman)

i have dared to match your wits

here, with my ignoble feat

Like,

a child's endearing laughter

morning birds lyrical chirping

chants of mantra from vedic priest

words from your pen my friend

knell the same tune in my ears

Like,

a delicate touch from the wind

reassuring touch from my lover

cold sea giggling in my feet

your art touches a cord in my heart

to resonate it like a bhuddist chime

Kobad Ghandy: Hero Or Villian?

2009-11-11T15:04:00.002+05:30

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Guest Post Na Jaane Kyun...?

2009-11-08T01:49:00.003+05:30

Raah-e-dahar pe masarrat dhoondhte ho, mazhab dhoondhte ho...

Hasraton ke qafas mein na jaane kyun aaj bhi tum humdard dhoondhte ho?

Fasaana-e-shab-e-gham hai peeche; Zulmat hai aage...

Aisi fizaaon mein bhi na jaane kyun aaj bhi tum saher dhoondhte ho?

Manzilein khud bana kar bhi to raahon mein gum-raah ho jaate ho...

Haram ki raah par phir kabhi kyun nahin chalte ho?

Gam-e-hayaat ki bekasi mein jab itne tanhaa reh jaate ho,

Tab kabhi jazbaa-e-imaan ki rehguzar par na jaane kyun nahin chalte ho?

TRANSLATION:

On the path of life,you look for happiness, you look for your fate/destiny...

I don't know why you look for sympathizers even in the prison of regrets/intense sorrow?

The story of a night of sorrows lies behind you, darkness lies before you...

I don't know why you are in the pursuit of the morning even in such an environment?

Even after creating the destinations yourself, you get lost in the paths you created...

I don't know why then do you not travel on the path of God's House?

When you are helplessly stricken with life's grief into the realm of lonliness

Why then don't you ever travel on the path of abiding faith?

The above poem is by a very special and super talented friend of mine~ Anukriti Sharma. A multilingual who speaks: English, Hindi, Gujarati, Bihari, Bengali, Urdu, Marathi!! A person of many talents she's an avid photographer, painter, writer and sketches masterpieces.

If We Were Birds

2009-11-04T01:08:00.005+05:30

If we were birds

With a small little nest

We wouldn't be much troubled

If we were birds

It wouldn't be hyperbole

It would be perfect to say the least

Our own little nest of love

Filled with ample care and peace

Would dwarf the mighty human mansions

We, with no possessions

And no twitter updates for others

We, for us, would be more than enough

You’d chatter all day

And I’d pretend to listen

No newspaper to read

No Facebook to check

Who knows?

Maybe I’d really listen!

5 Blogs To Visit Before You Die!

2009-10-26T11:24:00.000+05:30

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

1. sweetmango

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

2.Deezden

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

3. Journal -Priya

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

4.Zenhabits

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

5.Rakesh Jhunjhunwala

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

Guest Post... तूफ़ान से नहीं घबराते हैं

2009-10-23T10:59:00.000+05:30

तूफ़ान से नहीं घबराते हैं

मुश्किल मैं निखर जाते हैं

हम तो वो आंधी हैं जो

पर्वत से गति पाते हैं

ना जलते हैं अंगारों से

ना रुकते हैं दीवारों से

जब आ जाएँ अपनी पर तो

गर्दिश मैं जीत के आते हैं

साथी की नहीं हमें अभिलाषा

ना रखते दुनिया से आशा

जब चलते हैं मंजिल के लिए

तो साए ही साथ निभाते हैं

लिख दें खुद किस्मत की रेखा

कल का सूरज किसने देखा

हम ऐसे आतिश हैं जो

अंधेरों से रौशनी पाते हैं

The above poem is by the very talented wanderlust Priyanka Telang.Visit her blog here.

Happy Memories In Abyss Of Mind

2009-10-20T14:48:00.002+05:30

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

Mind works in strange ways

Happy memories fade away

But the sad ones remain

Like dark clouds without rain

I was sitting with happy mind

Came happy memories from hind

I remembered how some friends

Had fought with me like comrades

Once my honour was at stake

Tears were near & happiness away

My days were full of much miseries

Mammoth enemies planned audacities

Tears brimmed in my eyes

How my friends risked their lives

Also honour and social stature

Everything on the edge for rupture

They held hands & stood by my side

Such fierce loyalty & unwavering love

Humbled I stood with infinite strength

How such memories fall in abyss of mind!

The East India Company Vs. India

2009-10-17T01:36:00.000+05:30

I was there playing with butterflies

You came for me with guns and knives

I played with flowers, I played with bees

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

I smiled at you and gave you a hug

You pushed me aside & called me stupid fuck

I plucked a flower and lovingly gave it to you

Innocent Oblivion, What were you looking for?

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

Sit on your knees and give me respect

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

'Death before Dishonour', I stood with straight head

You said you had everyone on your side

That I'd rot alone with no shoulder to cry

Truth doesn't need yes-sayers it stands alone

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

With a sick propaganda you spread your lies

A gifted speech to impress the gullible minds

I stood with faith in my heart & I sighed

Deep inside me an inner strength replied.

It was the power of truth power of karma

Invisible yet invincible intangible yet intuitive

Great Power rose through whole body

For any force of the world I was ready

Your face froze, ground slipped beneath feet

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

The Truth did set me free

Now, say can I play again with butterflies please?

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

The One

2009-10-13T01:16:00.005+05:30

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If You Are Rich I'm Single!

2009-10-09T00:56:00.004+05:30

I was checking this girl for a while

She used to pass and give me smile

I dreamed of making her mine

And one day proposed her in no time

She asked if her expenses i could afford

I smiled faintly and replied 'No'

'Don't waste my time please Go'

I had another girl in my mind

On whom I had laid on my sight

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

To propose her next would be right

She asked me what car I drive

I said I was planning for a Nano

'Don't waste my time please Go'

Optimist me, I chose to re-attempt

A girl whose generosity knew no ends

She asked if I could gift diamond rings?

I said 'Your imagination has wings'

Can you take me daily to disco?

What happens there I don't even know

'Don't waste my time please Go'

Eight Blood Siblings

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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.