November is here..

Yes, roughly a week is left before November would be here. Somehow since i grew up in India, november sounds more festive to me than december. During this time in my hometown, it starts getting little cool after the scorching summers of june and july. You start looking for new winter clothes or starting unpacking your old sweaters and jackets. I remember when as a kid, i used to jump around the pile of winter clothes laid under sun to get rid off of any existing stink from naphthalene balls. I would jump from one pile to other thinking about what will i wear to school the next day. Then those food delicacies like saag and makki would start arriving in big bags to our home. The cold coffee or mango shakes are replaced by hot bournvita milk. The school uniform shorts are replaced with trousers and suit jackets. All this will stay until April comes again.

Fortunately i could very much relate with this change of weather during my college days as well. It was around 250 kms from my home, so the weather change would roughly be the same. After the graduation i moved to Delhi. It does get cooled down in Delhi, but perhaps not to an extent as in Punjab. But i was always glad to witness it in Delhi too. I used to explore some more coffee shops or any roadside stalls which could serve something hot during next 3-4 months of mild winter (yes, compared to northern states of US it was mild).

Then i moved to Maine, US for pursuing my masters. I still remember vividly the night of January 1st 2011 when i landed in states. The weather outside was -28 degrees celsius. Then came the two years of my life where i couldn't relate with anything at all. It would snow for eight months straight which in itself was alien to me. The summers were short and sweet. The Mainers would go out all guns blazing exploring new parks, driving to southern states, visiting family and friends in those three months. After finishing my masters, i moved to the sunshine state of Florida where it never gets colder than Mumbai. You could go out and surf on the beach on the new years eve. And once again the world became a sweeter place to stay where i would wait for november to wear my winter clothes and the gently cooled air of nature to make me nostalgic of my hometown all over again.

Contentment

As you grow, this word takes new meanings in your life. When i was a kid (which i still am for my parents), this word was all about being happy with whatever I've got. Some kids went abroad for their summer vacations, some went to Goa, some went to visit their grand parents, some went to see snow at hill stations. Contentment was all about how many amazing stories i would be able to narrate to my friends about my vacation when we would get back together in school. While my friends narrated their stories of playing in snow, my mind wandered through those hills of mountains soaked in snow as if i was there for my vacation too. Such was the dreamy utopian world i lived in as a kid. I never complained if for any reason we didn't go anywhere for vacation, because i had belief that one day i would visit all these places from where friends had gotten these amazing tales of adventure. I was satisfied spending few weeks under the sweltering sun in my home backyard; because my belief had overcome the frustration of being at home all summers.

Satisfaction was all about being happy even if i couldn't score highest marks in my favorite subject. I used to be disappointed for a day or two, but it never lingered longer than that. The belief that i would get one more opportunity to score highest helped me to keep pace with time. Sometimes i think, we were more mature in our school time than we are now. We competed with our best friends for marks throughout the year, yet they were our best friends when it came to give one extra bite of chocolate on your birthday. You treated them with love and care. As we grew up, the competition got more stiff (or perhaps that's how you see it happening and in reality, it is same as it was a decade ago). Now you hardly talk about your personal matters with your work colleagues. You've a separate set of work and family friends. You celebrate one birthday in your office where you graciously acknowledge the warm wishes of your colleagues, and you open your heart out to your close friends later in evening. Life was never so tough a decade ago. How it became so selfish, or is it just me who has become selfish with time. Perhaps others are still alike your old school friends whom you trusted more than anyone in your life. Just like you, your colleagues too have got a separate set of close friends with whom they can crib about your shortcomings.

When you leave your work colleagues for a better opportunity (in terms of money or position), you miss them dearly just like you missed your school friends while parting ways after school. You miss your colleagues who were there for you when you got stuck in your work. You relish your office times which you spent with them learning new things, and how they were always so warm and polite with you. They might not hold you in good books, despite this fact they always greeted you with smile. They were not paid to be sweet to me at work, yet they did it voluntarily so that i could have a good day at work. Yet you never acknowledged it while you were there.

Same happened at every new step i took in my life, and same would happen in future too. So why can't i acknowledge the patience of others while they're in my life. After all life is too short to hold grudges against anyone. Make sure you hold them close to your hearts who treated you so dearly at any step in your life. It may not take you to heights in your career or double your income, but it surely will bring some contentment in your life. 

Saturday night musings

Through the same window posted in my previous post, i keep staring at the burning lamp pole at night. It's raining outside, making it look even more clear and beautiful than ever. The wet drops lying on road makes a swooshing sound whenever a car passes through the pole.  The beaming lights of car makes those rain drops on the road look ever more beautiful.

Such moments make me feel as if life is all about enjoying these moments unhurriedly. Lying on my bed and looking through the window makes me think over again and again, " Is that how i should spend my life?' I'm not in a hurry to sleep early. I don't have an office to attend tomorrow, I've the leisure to feel the serenity of this nature for a while. That's how life must be spent. While looking down at the road, i might feel sleepy. Once in a while a passing car wakes me up by splashing the water droplets from its running wheels. Till then i can have the liberty to witness this beauty with my tired eyes still looking for something among those scattered droplets.

i miss school days..

National anthem was being sung in chorus, yet exhibited in haphazard manner; in music room installed facing our classroom. While tongues supporting it, yet mind rendered over so many thoughtful issues, which holds the same charm even now. During the prayers, the so called, most labyrinth league of the school staring endlessly at those dilapidated blank walls or peeping down the window panes to catch a glimpse of glamour. Giggling over some weird joke with puri, a big thud sent me reeling upon the other guy on right side. Wow, it was a chained process ignited from the puri’s end throwing everyone on that bench going with the heavy momentum of puri. Has puri gone frantic over such a joke? Our English teacher has slapped puri robustly. Such was the intensity or flexibility of puri, eye-brows rising over the latter; everyone got some part of that jittery impulse. I guess that moment never faded away from my mind.

Yesterday I got the chance to relish the old reminiscences of school that got whisked away under our strenuous mind years ago. Hooked up a meet in the evening with navish and rohan, which got off quite late because rohan had to accompany his friend for hair straightening. Yet me and navish talked about future prospects more soaked with foggy hopes of exemplary time ahead. Navish, to me, a person heaped so much praise for his unbounded dedication for his work that has paid off well. Our talks could have churn out all the charm if rohan had not popped in.

A man of few words, yet those words could lighten up any wriggled person like me. He kept the clock ticking fast with his notorious one-liners for the girls. A female dressed in typical devilish Delhi attire accompanied by her friend broke down crying in barista coffee shop. Facing a three-some handsomely pair might had soothe her, yet rohan cracked out saying” my face is reminding her of someone special”. Oops, guys nevertheless will remain guys. We went to MJ for spending another 2-3 hours helping us with drinks. All I could do was gritting my teeth and clenching fists over the table upon hearing the claps meant for cheering Kolkata knight riders. It took us some time adapting to that sterling environment asking waiter to tug up volume of songs, though enjoying those songs meant for every person. Game theory, bucky balls and business dilemma made the crux of that splendid time spent together. Yet rohan kept confusing my silent ecstasy with boredom of the moment. Simply inexpressible were my feelings for outcome of this meet, time unfolded itself into the most memorable moments. Time went past flying with its golden wings sharing the thoughts over the gracious looks of girls from alexandra school in Amritsar.

Rohan insisted checking his mails in math department at 1am midnight. We left that bogus place in fifteen minutes after glancing over my scraps and blog comments. Both are virgin since last week, sensuous and untouched. I am quite diffident and hold rather a much lauded podium for my blog than it is perceived by visitors (if any). Grooving back to the unperturbed atmosphere of the math lab, we soon sprung out of it. I wanted to gasp some fresh gulp of air. My head was still spinning like a ball lofted high into the air. Got into the auto from the college entrance and left the place with a promise to meet next weekend too. My heart yet skeptical to accept the warmth which our friendship still holds tenderly. Eyes contrasting the very feelings of my heart, you rock guys. Atleast you did for me.

Thanks a lot :)

love actually..

I am totally bogged down under this treacherous dogma of life. Spent the whole night pulling out my friend from this malicious marsh of, so called, love. Feelings for their beloved ones are orated as if listener has never dipped into this divine sea.

“I love you but I’m not prepared to shoulder her responsibility. I shan’t meet you for your exemplary future. I’m putting you in this predicament for your goodness. You have to weigh this callousness of which you always were petrified of”.

People get eloped, when strike by the intense need of responsibility, still bemoaning their love. Just ask him to explain the plight of his beloved one. A 10 year brother would always be ready to lament his life for screening her sister. Same guy after decades would probably shirk off his girlfriend presenting the inability to cope the mounting pressure. Fanatics won’t take more than an instant to distill out purest love from its infectious mask. This is not love. One would not mind smashed by much older boys to snatch a seat in school bus for her sister. Atleast one punch would strike the nose, sending those pranksters reeling backwards, for commenting your younger cousin while playing in ground. Such impeccable ropes of relationship are nurtured by the purest form of love. Spending some bucks for a cold coffee can’t melt down the love to bottom from the ice-cream floating in it. Partying out to Malaysia for a trip won’t conjure up lovable person for you.

Probably Anil Ambani would be the most lovable person then. :)

being a girl..

One could see countless girls scrubbing their delicate feet on endless grooved paths in the park. Nothing much crosses my mind amidst running but some droplets of sweat rolling down by stubble beard over the cheeks. Thanks Daman. I wonder how it feels to be clubbed in a feministic soul. Let me try how it feels to be on the greener side of field, which guys never stopped gazing showing remarkable audacity.

Damn it, my shoes were pinching me yet this track never came to an end. I screened looking at guys running franticly as if would get some Olympic medal (assume Aseem too trying to impress her). Couldn’t that guy try being somewhat more sober? As if had escaped some imprisoned sentence and running here for decades compensating for that dreadful act. Desperately trying to catch my eye, looking straight down the track as if had no interest in us (girls) since childhood. I thought”, he would surely try getting a glimpse of this maverick beauty”. Nope, he didn’t.

How can one such guy, irresistibly stinking, could felt the invisibility of an enchanting girl like me? Betting down few bucks, over presence of some other girl in his mind, might not be a bad idea. I would never like accompanying such guy over mountaineering, singing with me in unison. I wished this guy could be my inverter at home. He would never get knocked down unlike my bleak inverter.

Here he came across rounding this rumbling track once again. Eyes again stretching down at ground only as if hunting some ancient treasure under earth. I could turn flock of guys reeling with my killer looks. How weirdly guys behave sometimes? I do not mind turning down the requests of guys, but still god could have given them a pinch of what I am acquiring at the moment.

Please give this guy little bit extra for his mentally retarded acts for girls!!
Last laugh is again mine. HA HA HA.

pity blogging..

Life requires no more flavour at the moment. Rather mind seems absorbed much into the materialistic goods in the world, yet adoring the audacity of god. Not much to brag at this moment, Amitabh Bachhan’s blog is holding the melodious attention of the blog visitors. He can curve even the weird writings to get a pile of fanatic comments. Such is his silver screen status, he could even beat Salman Rushdie’s midnight children with his horrible wordily creations. I do not like lauding a person for an act, just because he had a huge impact over the country in a different arena. I would prefer glimpsing over his father’s thought-provoking poems than his vicious posts.

Talking about myself, some would rate it as if a total heinous act of thoughts. But I won’t mind simply revealing the dire fact as being the lone visitor to my own blog. Still content to applaud myself.

Life is neither a crunch lying in ice-cream nor a wafer lying alongside open cheese burger, it is a bolt smacked till its end into an endless wall. One keeps wriggling over the exposed side of bolt just to loosen it till end. Two classified categories exist on this land. One would screw down the bolt avoiding the overt red dust over their face. Second species letting every particulate striking bluntly over torn masks but both would end up dreading their deeds. This is nasty contentious rule prevailing over every mind in this world. Formers would applaud latter’s approach and vice versa. Still everyone looks at others with anxious eyes for hours as if other would induce some cents of perfection. Others feel as if only that person is making merry in leisure. Such complex become the tracks of life, one keeps drowning with the trends of it. Still there I felt the presence of another out of the world species. Do I need to name myself??

typical me !

Those droplets of fresh rain could never be more adorable than after the unbeatable heat. Showering over the guava tree, making it presentable once again with fresh spray of greenery surmounting all over it. Even the merry chirps of birds could easily creep into my ears under that peacefull aura. Far away from that madding crowd, lazily making my way for the garden to have a say in this nostalgic atmosphere.

Again someone calling me from inside. Some special dish waiting for me to swallow it. Haaaaaa.. I am enjoying life more than every successfull, happiest and optimistic person ever landed on this beautiful planet.

hainaa :)

Suppressing the cushion of my chair arms cladding the keyboard, i cannot mum anything but life simply rocks. One could never relish it unless one has bore the agony of missing it too. Eyes felt tired following those endless girls scratching their branded shoes to shed some weight. It comes as a fresh lease of life to watch those stray dogs running under the unbroken clear sky with their tongues dancing with the gravity pull of earth. Nothing feels more accomplished wiring myself with those local lads playing cricket in the fields soaked in sweat. Fields are shaved off in April with ripe wheat crops. time for the rice now, but one has to wait for the arrival of monsoon which would still be hovering over the bay of Bengal.

My mind taking me to through the countless days i spent gazing at this place, running short of words to lighten up the two acuities of human nature.
Money can't conquer everything, for the rest i have my place, My Home.
Life rocks, haina :)

why am i only?

Staring through the roof top at alaknanda grid roughly reminds me the storage cabin in dwarka workshop. I always liked roaming endlessly in those deserted streets of sector 10. I was literally moved by the fascinating architect of those apartments, where I had once thought of residing after my joining. Those roads always wheeled scantily, casting down the images of my own city. After feeling thwarted working under the sweltering heat nothing seems more soother to my savaged soul than eyeing at the nearby metro station. Eyes carrying an inexpressible ease hunting down the glass panes of metro tacitly looking for someone. That acquaintance, at that instant, might be pressing hard upon the course notebooks at a place; one could reach walking down that way.

The last words: you’ll understand. One could not part such a chance to put up a brave front against the dismal girl, though for that instance only. After passing through a gloomy week, I am feeling being cheated upon by my daunted ego, roaring spirit and many more. I could have intervened in a more pragmatic manner than shutting it with such callous heart as if dropping my book after my exams. One realizes the worth after losing it, never suited better before. I hammered down every bent of that relationship with a cruelty never talked before. It took years to build a porch to enjoy the leisure, but one tough moment can shatter it into bricks. Being a victim, yet not convinced, making efforts gathering those bricks to provide shelter. Still regretting my every move, yet dismayed over the future, can’t turn back the time’s fortune. If granted a wish to turn it back, I never know what could have been the appropriate way of facing those traumatic moments. I still complain being denied my part of words. I could do nothing sighing after my feelings were uprooted as if denied clemency for feeding them. Being an ordinary soul, I do nurture feelings under my witty heart. Though not so secure in exposing, yet would call it unfair for weeding those out without asking my mellow heart.

I don’t have a say under your gigantic island. As a subtle piece of modern technology, I was wriggled through the daily hardships. One day long after, given a recognition one could dream of, was reaped out of the life as if harvesting a paddy field in may. I am a human being, have a heart which too beats longing for someone who could soothe it before the pain tormented it. I have feelings too asking for a shoulder to bank upon under the tough times. This brain too gets wrecked down under the havoc. But why would one bother for a priceless non-living being? Yeah, how could your intuition be so wrong? I know you’ll understand.

vivacious personality

At our first meet in the main office of reliance energy at Nehru palace, he seemed to be so ubiquitous in his appearance. Already mesmerized after meeting the vice president of CES department, this person holds no such charisma. Resembling a typical south Indian, he seemed to low salaried employee under the vice president. I was appointed under this dark Indian, seemed such a stinky one. Next day took me to testing centre, where probably he holds some dignified chair. In no time, everyone stands holding their breath as if he’s here for some terror act.

I felt meeting a person who in him carries nothing, yet admired by his colleagues. Given an iconic status one often got swayed away by the strong winds of ego, yet his feet were solidly punched upon the mother earth. Upon some meets in consecutive days, he possessed some sharp mind and a good attitude though never the one adored for his outlook. Wrapped up in a bright shirt with some classical trouser as if those were his ancestral wardrobe. Dwelled up in every work at shop floor with greased palms, inattentive to his designation, soul and power just echoed upon the tested transformer. Working with such zeal never found under the most labyrinth teams of labors and engineers.

Ground beneath my feet tumbled, breath deceased for a moment, and this world became meaningless upon revealing the godly truth. He is the senior manager of whole Delhi, running, undoubtedly, most profitable testing centre for the last three years. A man known for his sheer dedication in this firm needs no introduction. Mr. K K tiwari, a person suffering sun burns in majority, just because of his endless hours under sun servicing the transformer. Though can’t exactly tell the exact figure he is getting for his mammoth figure, he’s paid at such a scale, and one couldn’t do more than sighing and adoring the Versace outlook. Driving a small car, carrying the endless knowledge, brimming with tons of energy to continue till the last breath lasts. Least bothered about his old-fashioned jiggery wardrobe, undeniably a happening person can crack every bit of this arena of fashion accessories. Twice undergone surgery for his face known for his devilish one-liners and hard rock suggestions, probably the most impressive personality and truly deserving to me in this vague fake world.

quit reading.

Probably life seems full of all the flavors entitled for the perfect happyness. I need nothing in my life but such crucified bits of talks at home, with my friends. At Delhi, life seems so nice among some beautiful souls distilling my every passing minute into a valuable memory behind. Just few hours of work at the testing centre in dwarka, few bits of talks with my friends and some messaging, it makes my day. I wish time would never pass when i'm riding the roller coaster under such moments.

Then comes the luckiest weekends, beaconing those traveling times to Amritsar. Two days at home engrosses the zeal in me to stand up for some rough times till the next visit. What else can i ask for more than this? I have my friends always caring for me, at least pretends to do so, rest i know where to take the last stand. Blood is thicker than water. sometimes the circumstances support it, but for the better part, friends are the most daunting stands for anyone.

My mind really got upset turning down every page of newspaper. Every column highlighting the disloyalty of servants, attacking the humanity so bluntly. Every bit of those widespread columns makes me feel so miserable. All i can do to betray such hapless situations is to stop reading this media's tormented views. I really can't bear the brunt of all such people in the world. Reading about these, who are suffering with numerous agonies under the ruthless mask of politics. Which piece of damned knowledge i want to gain reading all this stuff, unless i can't do anything, taking a brief sigh of relief and getting back to work. I shall quit reading newspaper..Yes, I should for the betterment of myself, because continuing it would no more apply any balm for the pain of millions.

splurging dreams coming true..

Probably mind racing fast over the splurging testing centre of BSES office at some place near rajouri gardens, it was unexpected jolt I felt once I got there. At an arm’s length from west gate mall, here lies the deep down gorge of core electrical basics, where only few lucky ones got the chance to sunk in. I was vividly intrigued by the thoughts of assembling a power transformer. My mentor tried exerting some tough calls upon me regarding the concepts of transformer. Those sturdy night long studies of transformer in college came for my rescue from this fallacious dig. Looking content, replied in a husky monotonous tone,” bahut der baad mila hai koi itne clear concepts wala” !! Believe me, such an applaud means more to me than whatsoever existed pleasurable compliment here. In simple words, this is what I live for.

Ashutosh banked upon his muscle power, ready to expose his acute persona to the lavishing Bangkok. Probably the only person built up to be a roadie. Still if one feels some void in that passion, approach the testing centre at the 33kV grid here. Placing your head under the ruthless sun for 8 hours is more daunting than bearing a head-on pressure of 125 psi. under scorching heat, eloped in sweat drenched t-shirt, denying every odd against me. Carrying a scintillating meggar, copying down the insulation resistance of various phases with neutral with every lapsed second. Perhaps in my college days, my mind always skeptically asking how the windings are so crudely punched over the laminated core of CRGO. After such a long elapsing, I got to see it from my own eyes those audaciously molded HT windings over the core. My four years of electrical seemed fruitful wooing those wires of on-load tap changer connected to HT windings. I wish I could explain those boundless limits of joy I felt at that moment. Getting on the grey side, its even more pathetic. Riding on a four-wheeler juggernaut packed to its strength is nonetheless a tedious job. Watching those louts passing lewd comments felt so apologetic. Nothing more could you help than offering your bumpy seat. Looking so ungraciously at girls, ripping your heart into particulates. I feel ashamed, so helpless. I wish I could make all these rascals to travel once in Punjab buses with such intentions, I bet if even one could leave the bus not being a scalp of Punjabis. Reading in a paper: guys were beaten up in a packed bus by mob, just because they were assisting the girls getting down the bus screening those bullies. Wholly damn it, it seemed as if all this ruffled population in delhi is here to enjoy some good shows in delhi. Koi naa, everybody would leave this heavenly land with a clean state. Your every deed would be weighed against good ones.

All in all, leaving suspiciously this incomplete blog and myself too, I will manage the undesired changes hooking to the clawed good work there. Coz this is for what I live !!

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..

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.

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...

deafening cries

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 that I had faced all day. Mind is left totally dried up as if pledging for peace.
PLEASE MUJHE SHAANTII CHAHIYE..