crystalloid thoughts of kika..

Hmmmm... I am posing as if ready for another whip of time keen to be lashed upon me. Simply recalling all those melodious days of collage. Though traveling being a part time of mine destined by my sheer luck only, yet my mind keeps rumbling over the youthful days with kika only. Just before getting out of the station at New Delhi, a girl approached me. Me, hands free popped in, portrayed a girl asking me for some assistance. A good looking female as proposed by her looks, may be withdrawing huge sums every month in some firm. How to get to munirka?? Yup, she’s the same strong-willed girl got into my compartment from Ludhiana. Nonetheless, without wasting any more ticking of clock, I replied staring at the grounds outside the glass pane, as if munirka lied in the same plane. Completely relentless barring my reply again popped one more question. Simply revealing that she’s new to this horrendous land of crime. It felt awful to me, she was putting her first step into this murky, jammed packed New Delhi railway station. My mind as if was being sarcastic to me for all those committed mistakes, asking me to help her outta this situation. Shouldering two bags on my mellow shoulders, making way through this unsolicited place. Stepping out at platform no.1, freaking out through every platform till the lively last platform no.14, made a tired exit there. She just kept following me as a foolish girl trying to figure out some bangles shop in this ousted lane. Finally pressing down the seat in the auto, thanks came out of her peeled face. Again galloping back to exit gate at platform no.1, trying to make a desperate reach at home before dawn. I wish you could feel the brunt one faced after finding out that your guest house is locked with no one in the vicinity. It took me another 2 hours to put my dumbfounded body into rest.

But I would never mind traveling around with such incidents occurring with me, at least give me an impression that people are ready to serve their fellow beings. Probably to be more frank, traveling brought out all my emotions which kept hovering in my mind, settling at my heart as some embodied mass. I can think of kika for long hours, even for those durations which I had not talked to her. Her image accompanying me in those sun-studded grass fields outside the window, with me always as a geo-stationary satellite. Her image keeps fading under the deep water, yet so fresh as those blue silica gel crystals, absorbing all my grievances and turning into the pink. Do not worry; sun will remain shinning till its last breath, making you merry with the blue pearls of wisdom at every moment. I wish so...

crystalloid thoughts of kika..

Hmmmm... I am posing as if ready for another whip of time keen to be lashed upon me. Simply recalling all those melodious days of collage. Though traveling being a part time of mine destined by my sheer luck only, yet my mind keeps rumbling over the youthful days with kika only. Just before getting out of the station at New Delhi, a girl approached me. Me, hands free popped in, portrayed a girl asking me for some assistance. A good looking female as proposed by her looks, may be withdrawing huge sums every month in some firm. How to get to munirka?? Yup, she’s the same strong-willed girl got into my compartment from Ludhiana. Nonetheless, without wasting any more ticking of clock, I replied staring at the grounds outside the glass pane, as if munirka lied in the same plane. Completely relentless barring my reply again popped one more question. Simply revealing that she’s new to this horrendous land of crime. It felt awful to me, she was putting her first step into this murky, jammed packed New Delhi railway station. My mind as if was being sarcastic to me for all those committed mistakes, asking me to help her outta this situation. Shouldering two bags on my mellow shoulders, making way through this unsolicited place. Stepping out at platform no.1, freaking out through every platform till the lively last platform no.14, made a tired exit there. She just kept following me as a foolish girl trying to figure out some bangles shop in this ousted lane. Finally pressing down the seat in the auto, thanks came out of her peeled face. Again galloping back to exit gate at platform no.1, trying to make a desperate reach at home before dawn. I wish you could feel the brunt one faced after finding out that your guest house is locked with no one in the vicinity. It took me another 2 hours to put my dumbfounded body into rest.

But I would never mind traveling around with such incidents occurring with me, at least give me an impression that people are ready to serve their fellow beings. Probably to be more frank, traveling brought out all my emotions which kept hovering in my mind, settling at my heart as some embodied mass. I can think of kika for long hours, even for those durations which I had not talked to her. Her image accompanying me in those sun-studded grass fields outside the window, with me always as a geo-stationary satellite. Her image keeps fading under the deep water, yet so fresh as those blue silica gel crystals, absorbing all my grievances and turning into the pink. Do not worry; sun will remain shinning till its last breath, making you merry with the blue pearls of wisdom at every moment. I wish so...

My Home !!

I keep wondering what the hell my life has been experiencing since yesterday. I left office with mind bogged down under the loads of sheer disgust. But still I would admit being coming out of a traumatic confrontation of egos at the office. Where your boss keeps yelling n one has to listen to those barked out pieces. Nonetheless I would confess my confidence was callously hit upon. Completely shaken up, even my knees were trembling. A shiver ran down my spine after all my concepts were defied by that cruel dictator. All my concepts were jolt fully ignored in an instant. Being asked to give lectures on induction machines, I can speak out loud for long without getting drained out. But at that very instant, I felt as if I had run out of ideas. I was not wrong but he was rather not prepared to accept that others too know the cracks.

Hmmmmm, what else to be script down now. I never like talking about my office work once being at home. Probably my wife would simply love me for this reason. It really brings back all the agony which I had faced all day. Mind is left totally dried up as if pledging for peace.

I just want to quit this hapless melancholics world right now. My mind running through these beautiful words since morning. Probably i read it in some paper:

home... hard to know what it is,

if you have never had one.

home.. i can't say where it is,

but i know i am going home.

that's where the heart is !!

Yeah, i am going tomorrow. outta this spooky office. No more a breath of disgust, no speechless shades, no more disdained in this murky space. The safest guard is my home, 448 kms right from here, there exist a beautiful land called chabba in amritsar. That is where i reside n my heart too..

My Home !!

I keep wondering what the hell my life has been experiencing since yesterday. I left office with mind bogged down under the loads of sheer disgust. But still I would admit being coming out of a traumatic confrontation of egos at the office. Where your boss keeps yelling n one has to listen to those barked out pieces. Nonetheless I would confess my confidence was callously hit upon. Completely shaken up, even my knees were trembling. A shiver ran down my spine after all my concepts were defied by that cruel dictator. All my concepts were jolt fully ignored in an instant. Being asked to give lectures on induction machines, I can speak out loud for long without getting drained out. But at that very instant, I felt as if I had run out of ideas. I was not wrong but he was rather not prepared to accept that others too know the cracks.

Hmmmmm, what else to be script down now. I never like talking about my office work once being at home. Probably my wife would simply love me for this reason. It really brings back all the agony which I had faced all day. Mind is left totally dried up as if pledging for peace.

I just want to quit this hapless melancholics world right now. My mind running through these beautiful words since morning. Probably i read it in some paper:

home... hard to know what it is,

if you have never had one.

home.. i can't say where it is,

but i know i am going home.

that's where the heart is !!

Yeah, i am going tomorrow. outta this spooky office. No more a breath of disgust, no speechless shades, no more disdained in this murky space. The safest guard is my home, 448 kms right from here, there exist a beautiful land called chabba in amritsar. That is where i reside n my heart too..

life @ metro !!

Cursing my luck, I got into the train. My professor was running with shatabdi and was due to reach delhi at morning. It was only me, whom he called up before leaving. I left for new delhi station early in the morning munching food and crunching my head over all this hullabaloo caused. Hooking to a metro from central sec to railway terminal, popped up as a blessing in disguise. it looked as a big juggernaut was approaching me just to engulf one more straw into its peppy mob. Trying to be evasively cool, I get into that frantic mob. Eyes just stuck upon an austerely bemused creature of god. She was a girl, all in itself, a total fatal piece of creativity. Its just one, notching in my mind looked at the rest. Where are all these leading too. Wills India fashion week, intended to be screened on 14th has been curtailed a day before. Such was the charm around; could I be so lucky to be in DU??

VISHVA VIDYALAYA, that’s how its been carved upon maps, seems an absolute marvel. Still scratching my mind over what all these hand bags have inside them, they looked matchless. Second to none were those home-crafted hand bags. Ear phones pulled up in ears n hearts beating to the tunes, what else one can expect from all such classy females. Simply irresistible was the confusion in my mind, where to look upon first. Ghastly trying to grasp every possible face into the small satchel of my memory with such blitheness.

Comparing with the pissed off sites at the Yankee malls, I hope this much is sufficiently enough. Considering the predicament of my unique friend transformer, its simply baseless to envoy those monetary monsters at the malls. My heart woes, not even the west Britain, one could catch up with such a simple yet striking faces. It was a hassled task to explain it in words. This crap in front of me is playing a song:
TERE HOYE SAVERE DARSHAN, AJJ DIN VADIYA LANGUNGA !!!

I wish professor would call only me next time too…you too wish for such a benevolent act for me. God bless me with such a graceful metro beauty soon.

life @ metro !!

Cursing my luck, I got into the train. My professor was running with shatabdi and was due to reach delhi at morning. It was only me, whom he called up before leaving. I left for new delhi station early in the morning munching food and crunching my head over all this hullabaloo caused. Hooking to a metro from central sec to railway terminal, popped up as a blessing in disguise. it looked as a big juggernaut was approaching me just to engulf one more straw into its peppy mob. Trying to be evasively cool, I get into that frantic mob. Eyes just stuck upon an austerely bemused creature of god. She was a girl, all in itself, a total fatal piece of creativity. Its just one, notching in my mind looked at the rest. Where are all these leading too. Wills India fashion week, intended to be screened on 14th has been curtailed a day before. Such was the charm around; could I be so lucky to be in DU??

VISHVA VIDYALAYA, that’s how its been carved upon maps, seems an absolute marvel. Still scratching my mind over what all these hand bags have inside them, they looked matchless. Second to none were those home-crafted hand bags. Ear phones pulled up in ears n hearts beating to the tunes, what else one can expect from all such classy females. Simply irresistible was the confusion in my mind, where to look upon first. Ghastly trying to grasp every possible face into the small satchel of my memory with such blitheness.

Comparing with the pissed off sites at the Yankee malls, I hope this much is sufficiently enough. Considering the predicament of my unique friend transformer, its simply baseless to envoy those monetary monsters at the malls. My heart woes, not even the west Britain, one could catch up with such a simple yet striking faces. It was a hassled task to explain it in words. This crap in front of me is playing a song:
TERE HOYE SAVERE DARSHAN, AJJ DIN VADIYA LANGUNGA !!!

I wish professor would call only me next time too…you too wish for such a benevolent act for me. God bless me with such a graceful metro beauty soon.

a mighty heart !!

When probably no one is churning out her heart for me, I’m letting my emotions come out from this splendid window of heart. Shuddering out all the explanations why my heart is still thumping after that bygone camouflage. I’m feeling astounded with those treacherous fantasy. Creeping out in the outer universe, a thought always reminding me the inevitable power of the virtual world. Despite all the odds my experience has the fresh imprints of betrayal. My mind always wanting to be eloped in this joy-bound infinite sea. Finally when that clock has come, feeling beneath this satanic soul is a frivolous dilemma. Those impeccable spirits are no more thudding down the base, that charming persona eloped with the gush of deciphered thoughts.

A person tries to avoid the banalizing, hallucinatory changes one has to confront. Under the scrutiny of my pals, never did I feel so desolated. Invariable demolished memo’s keep knocking at this most generous and faithful organ of the human. Yet my mind seldom losses its calm under the perturbed circumstances. Juggernaut of blogging just receding the same path of any simple ordinance, seems to have been halted. Nonetheless, my soul would penn down the words straight from the wires of my heart.

Long gone were those cherished memories,
Gone are the days of unbundled joys.
Tearing pass the wagon of my heart,
Groaning were the eyes who always gaze.
Tender heart was the witness,
For that austere astound beauty.
Packing those sunny sunsets in my satchel,
Going numb with a vigor grumbling,
5 words of profound love was all mouth mumbling.
Will it remain as virgin till that last breath,
Never let faint unless my louds faint.

a mighty heart !!

When probably no one is churning out her heart for me, I’m letting my emotions come out from this splendid window of heart. Shuddering out all the explanations why my heart is still thumping after that bygone camouflage. I’m feeling astounded with those treacherous fantasy. Creeping out in the outer universe, a thought always reminding me the inevitable power of the virtual world. Despite all the odds my experience has the fresh imprints of betrayal. My mind always wanting to be eloped in this joy-bound infinite sea. Finally when that clock has come, feeling beneath this satanic soul is a frivolous dilemma. Those impeccable spirits are no more thudding down the base, that charming persona eloped with the gush of deciphered thoughts.

A person tries to avoid the banalizing, hallucinatory changes one has to confront. Under the scrutiny of my pals, never did I feel so desolated. Invariable demolished memo’s keep knocking at this most generous and faithful organ of the human. Yet my mind seldom losses its calm under the perturbed circumstances. Juggernaut of blogging just receding the same path of any simple ordinance, seems to have been halted. Nonetheless, my soul would penn down the words straight from the wires of my heart.

Long gone were those cherished memories,
Gone are the days of unbundled joys.
Tearing pass the wagon of my heart,
Groaning were the eyes who always gaze.
Tender heart was the witness,
For that austere astound beauty.
Packing those sunny sunsets in my satchel,
Going numb with a vigor grumbling,
5 words of profound love was all mouth mumbling.
Will it remain as virgin till that last breath,
Never let faint unless my louds faint.

real beave hearts...

Accessing internet on your boss's account is no more a daunting task. While i was frantically smashing the keypad, somebody was making a fuss round the other corner of the room. That could have blown the air outta my mind, it was the DGM, deputy general manager. I put all the tabs into the trash in no moment, n stil the one more step pending. That could have made anyone drenched in sweat, that was to log out from his account in his very front. Yet, i did it..So why not explain the facts which lands one in another universe, just coz that one person has got some extra guts instliied in him/her.

Confronting a doubt from a bullyish teacher in a class of ton is no more an adventure. Kicking out a punk in his arena, hmmm, naaa. Probably anyone who's drunk can make it look so silly. So, what are those daunting tasks which put you an edge above the league of bealugered guys??

Lemme narrate an act of defiance. When all the rays of hope are shedded, heart pouncing as if doing it for the last time. eyes no more following the brain, who's already yelling. Your own self giving up the courage, all screaming around you as if denying the fact that you can ever win. probably this is what i consider can make one cool.. Able to remain yourself just to hear some gritty slangs from raghu in mtv roadies never make you a hero. You could have seen raghu murmuring upon being a cute girl in show. Atleast i have seen him all nuts out with shambhavi. To put up a good show in a circus can do nothing more than packing a good applaude. No one gonna approach n ask you for an autograph. and probably real brave hearts do not need any. All such courage shows are put by those who believe in circumstances. Every foolish mind on this earth knows what he/she can do. To do something which you had never done n other yelling at you not to do that is NOT A BRAVE ACT.. It is bloody foolish act.
Probably leaving all your comforts just to serve your country with thoughts popping up in mind, who would fetch my little daughter from school, diss is an act of courage. Any one could earn lacs working off in a BPO, still you leave all these worldly fantasies by your goal driven mind is the one to put off ur hats. When your beleagured mind hustles up on a busy street, yet you keep driving at a yanky pace just to impress your girl can brought you a slap, nothing more sweet than this. Being in punjab, just to gather courage to speak up your mind to your girl is a big deal, yet, it is not to be applauded.

The question arises how to be a one, so that when u appear just one thought stuck to everyone's mind: a brave heart. Just by smacking your fists on a table rather make you look shabby. a decent looking man walking all by himself or a girl who's moving as if lost in a crowd can do those acts, which can make your adrenalin rush to your brains. It is a matter of circumstances not what you do you regularly under panic. So always be ready, you never know when that chance could be gifted to you by almighty. All you can do is repent later when the trauma has molded you upside down. n label it in your heart, everyone will get that chance n every heart has got those guts to make that moment a slave..

real beave hearts...

Accessing internet on your boss's account is no more a daunting task. While i was frantically smashing the keypad, somebody was making a fuss round the other corner of the room. That could have blown the air outta my mind, it was the DGM, deputy general manager. I put all the tabs into the trash in no moment, n stil the one more step pending. That could have made anyone drenched in sweat, that was to log out from his account in his very front. Yet, i did it..So why not explain the facts which lands one in another universe, just coz that one person has got some extra guts instliied in him/her.

Confronting a doubt from a bullyish teacher in a class of ton is no more an adventure. Kicking out a punk in his arena, hmmm, naaa. Probably anyone who's drunk can make it look so silly. So, what are those daunting tasks which put you an edge above the league of bealugered guys??

Lemme narrate an act of defiance. When all the rays of hope are shedded, heart pouncing as if doing it for the last time. eyes no more following the brain, who's already yelling. Your own self giving up the courage, all screaming around you as if denying the fact that you can ever win. probably this is what i consider can make one cool.. Able to remain yourself just to hear some gritty slangs from raghu in mtv roadies never make you a hero. You could have seen raghu murmuring upon being a cute girl in show. Atleast i have seen him all nuts out with shambhavi. To put up a good show in a circus can do nothing more than packing a good applaude. No one gonna approach n ask you for an autograph. and probably real brave hearts do not need any. All such courage shows are put by those who believe in circumstances. Every foolish mind on this earth knows what he/she can do. To do something which you had never done n other yelling at you not to do that is NOT A BRAVE ACT.. It is bloody foolish act.
Probably leaving all your comforts just to serve your country with thoughts popping up in mind, who would fetch my little daughter from school, diss is an act of courage. Any one could earn lacs working off in a BPO, still you leave all these worldly fantasies by your goal driven mind is the one to put off ur hats. When your beleagured mind hustles up on a busy street, yet you keep driving at a yanky pace just to impress your girl can brought you a slap, nothing more sweet than this. Being in punjab, just to gather courage to speak up your mind to your girl is a big deal, yet, it is not to be applauded.

The question arises how to be a one, so that when u appear just one thought stuck to everyone's mind: a brave heart. Just by smacking your fists on a table rather make you look shabby. a decent looking man walking all by himself or a girl who's moving as if lost in a crowd can do those acts, which can make your adrenalin rush to your brains. It is a matter of circumstances not what you do you regularly under panic. So always be ready, you never know when that chance could be gifted to you by almighty. All you can do is repent later when the trauma has molded you upside down. n label it in your heart, everyone will get that chance n every heart has got those guts to make that moment a slave..

being a CHAPBEE..

Awake in America..
This is what I’m listening to at the wee hours of probably at the dusk of another miserable week. It seems nothing more agonizing as if some callous rogue is waiting for me to step in the deep regretted turmoil. Stepping pass those dazzling traffic signals, my mind often wonders why I have chosen such a hectic schedule rather than leading that sterling life. But my heart rejects the plea as if beating in hope of some brighter moments on my way.
Under the scrutiny of no one in delhi, it seems so easy all here. Just wander freely under the sky, expecting nothing to elicit from such strolled ways. Rk puram, naraiana, sarojini nagar all conquered at the first sights. Not so consciously moving, heart screaming out loud for those marvel creatures of god. It’s a chauvinist society, nonetheless, nobody can help it unless girls are making every other piece look so dejected. Now coming on the reality grounds, why all stab backwards. Once you get hooked, it feels as if you have got the best gem on earth. Eyes wide shut for the other girls, heart evolving beatles for beloved one. Days pass by and took away all that impulse moment of love too. All left are the bitter pieces of broken heart and endless list of sad songs. Being just a passerby, do not know much. All I can say is I have seen many being dumped and even more who are ready to join this notorious league of beleaguered heroes. I’m rather more content just living out as per wishes, as per my tides of emotions. My heart does not dance upon the expectations of others, unless I let it do for those who hold a presidential suite in my tiny heart.
Still eyes open mind running down those beautiful memory lanes of my life, just to wish another special person upon his b’day. I wish I could really have more words to express all my speechless emotions for all you have done for me. As far as my mind can run, not even a single day has gone without a caring thought for you. Those might be my school days, heart praying for a mercy for the committed mistakes. It may be those graduation days, where all my wishes were served even before I ever bother to ask for it. Just two words with a wide grin on face “happy birthday”. Hmmmm, next time I shall try to make it special with the beads of countless happiness you have given me.
And yea, one thing I’m still longing to say are some pretty nasty words to MTNL. This infected weed creep into my skin, how can all the systems jamm as such. Just imagine another ugly faceted feature of MTNL. Messages being wired from both the sources n indeed all working fine. All of a sudden, a jolt make it look so obnoxious. One getting all but could not spray her thoughts. One possible reason for this hysteric situation may be the jammed up networks. Then one could neither send nor receive. But under this marsh dump swamps, one is getting every bit but cannot send any. My heart singing out loud all the beautiful phrases ever existed on this land. After making all this hullabalu, lights are switched off and my heart too. Good night, take care. I keep sending it don’t know may be some rickshaw puller is getting all these wishes...

being a CHAPBEE..

Awake in America..
This is what I’m listening to at the wee hours of probably at the dusk of another miserable week. It seems nothing more agonizing as if some callous rogue is waiting for me to step in the deep regretted turmoil. Stepping pass those dazzling traffic signals, my mind often wonders why I have chosen such a hectic schedule rather than leading that sterling life. But my heart rejects the plea as if beating in hope of some brighter moments on my way.
Under the scrutiny of no one in delhi, it seems so easy all here. Just wander freely under the sky, expecting nothing to elicit from such strolled ways. Rk puram, naraiana, sarojini nagar all conquered at the first sights. Not so consciously moving, heart screaming out loud for those marvel creatures of god. It’s a chauvinist society, nonetheless, nobody can help it unless girls are making every other piece look so dejected. Now coming on the reality grounds, why all stab backwards. Once you get hooked, it feels as if you have got the best gem on earth. Eyes wide shut for the other girls, heart evolving beatles for beloved one. Days pass by and took away all that impulse moment of love too. All left are the bitter pieces of broken heart and endless list of sad songs. Being just a passerby, do not know much. All I can say is I have seen many being dumped and even more who are ready to join this notorious league of beleaguered heroes. I’m rather more content just living out as per wishes, as per my tides of emotions. My heart does not dance upon the expectations of others, unless I let it do for those who hold a presidential suite in my tiny heart.
Still eyes open mind running down those beautiful memory lanes of my life, just to wish another special person upon his b’day. I wish I could really have more words to express all my speechless emotions for all you have done for me. As far as my mind can run, not even a single day has gone without a caring thought for you. Those might be my school days, heart praying for a mercy for the committed mistakes. It may be those graduation days, where all my wishes were served even before I ever bother to ask for it. Just two words with a wide grin on face “happy birthday”. Hmmmm, next time I shall try to make it special with the beads of countless happiness you have given me.
And yea, one thing I’m still longing to say are some pretty nasty words to MTNL. This infected weed creep into my skin, how can all the systems jamm as such. Just imagine another ugly faceted feature of MTNL. Messages being wired from both the sources n indeed all working fine. All of a sudden, a jolt make it look so obnoxious. One getting all but could not spray her thoughts. One possible reason for this hysteric situation may be the jammed up networks. Then one could neither send nor receive. But under this marsh dump swamps, one is getting every bit but cannot send any. My heart singing out loud all the beautiful phrases ever existed on this land. After making all this hullabalu, lights are switched off and my heart too. Good night, take care. I keep sending it don’t know may be some rickshaw puller is getting all these wishes...