Saturday, October 25, 2008

What are YOU going to do ?

One drowns his life in whiskey
One burns his life up in smoke
One skips the meal for hobby
One takes the sleep for a joke

And if one happens to be your known one

You watch as this don't matter
No day beyond this night


You shout
You taunt
You fight

But what if one is not listening ???

Sunday, July 20, 2008

Feed the rain

Tear drops on window pane

in a room of a gloomy house

Where the shadows are blind

lies a mortal, eyes wide open

Two pillows and a sheet

and the melancholy of water

tearing the heart of sky

what music to a shattered soul

Thursday, June 12, 2008

8 ka Dum

It’s been long since I took up a tag. It will serve two benefits here; one, the person tagging you won't feel bad about not taking up the tag, hehehe and the second, as I am not finding ample time to indulge into fulltime blogging, thanks to my work antics and my hardworking spirit ;-) this will act as some activity logged on the blog. So thank you for the honour Gunj Ji, here it is, The Eight Things tag:


Sex, Drugs, Rock'n Roll....kidding !
More money

Okkk six! Now add first and last from the above three and voila !


I wanna be your t-shirt when it's wet
I wanna be the shower when you sweat
I gotta be the tattoo on your skin
Yeah lemme be your bed baby - when you climb in
I wanna be the sheets when you sleep
Let me be the secrets that you keep
I gotta be the spoon - ta stir your cream
I wanna be the one that really makes you scream

Ahem! Guys please excuse !


Nahi nahi, this is not possible. The blog is an entity from public domain and even underage humans (read human cubs) have the access to it. So please excuse me, whatever I am going to write is fictional and has no resemblance to anyone or anything living or dead

Pagal hai kya
Lassi kar di
Kya bakwas hai
Bus baaki saare censored hain !! (If you are below 18, please close your eyes)


Should be some engineering syllabus books, that was the last time I read something but God damn it, I can't even recall the names. Apart from that, I can add
The Fountainhead
The Fountainhead--read it twice, I love this book
Da Vinci Code--if it is fiction, what a great piece of fiction it is.

I have Google story and want to read it but I havn't even started so this should be it.


Though I keep adding up new songs to this list, a few of them are:

Carnival of Rust-Poets of the fall
The Memory remains-Metallica
Nothing else matters-Metallica
Tere Bin-Atif Aslam
Rock is dead-Marilyn Manson
Man who sold the world-Nirvana
Tere dar par sanam-Phir teri kahani yaad aayi
Black-Pearl Jam


I don't find anything attractive in my friends. Wait, let me think...hmmmmmmm...nah, nothing !


The ones with their first name starting with the alphabet "X", any Xylophones around !!

Tuesday, June 3, 2008

Conversation Returns

The conversation returns to mark its third edition on this blog; and this time, its Beauty and the Beast


A puppet silent, in the dusty stall
The only life at the carnival
The only noise; the winds of change
Everything is mute since the day they came

The laughter echoes now in memory
Emptiness a reminder of what had been
On wooden legs the puppet wakes
In forlorn hopes of another day


Buried under the webs of time
Choked of life by hands of fate
In the dusty stalls of fare
Still glimmers a ray of hope


Of hopes and dreams and crystal balls
I dare not speak, lest a curse befall
Turning me into a heap of dust
Much before I have time to rust


You die every minute
to live with this pain
Shadow of fear
is the devil's gain
Have faith as
sun will shine again

Thursday, May 22, 2008

I'm the end

Rusty doors open with a crank

A soul walks in

Two violinists and a puppet

A coin is dropped

and puppet comes to life

Break for freedom

and a doll for prize

A coin is dropped

and a hat filled with candies

Two violins are crossed

and a train ride

with no one else on it

A coin is dropped

and balls are passed

One stretch

and glass is shattered

One more stretch

and some more

A black drop trickles

down the cheek

And the doll is dropped

beside the ballerina shoes

Thursday, May 15, 2008


Bodies entangled

Skin brushing against skin

Heat rising and falling

A false sense of numbness

engulfs the mind

The air is charged up

and the sweat is dripping

The lights are fazing

and the view is hazy

The vibes running

through the spine

beat after beat

You can't defeat

the music's heat

Friday, April 18, 2008

Tranquility II

Water competing for transparency

Against the walls of opaque ice

Life flowing down the drain

Soaking every thread and grain

Traversing through the veins

Sedating every cell in me

Dissolving in the blood

The bitter flood

Monday, April 14, 2008

I took L out of Lover

It’s been three months now since I broke up with Nikita. Even wearing the tees gifted by her didn’t hurt anymore, so I can conclude that it’s all over. I scrapped Tanu to check if she’s around; I’ve been very active at Orkut lately, the forum where I met her. My first scrap was a hysterical comment on one of her pictures, a trademark. And to my surprise, her reply had an equally potent punch, a quality that caught my attention and my fancy, same time.

I was about to leave when she called in to cancel our movie plan. We were to meet at “The Forum” yesterday for a late night show. My mind was lost in thinking all the possible reasons for her canceling our date; some last minute urgency was her excuse. I was knocked out of my thoughts with a shrill sound. My phone displayed “Tanu calling”. Hey, I’m sorry for yesterday. I’m going to Fuga tonight, wanna join me there, she sounded excited.

And our next first date was planned. Just look at yourself Mr. Gandalf, look at your beard, and better get a haircut as well. Shoot! Its already 5 PM and going by Bangalore’s deadline to city’s nightlife, I should be there by eight. The barber was busy as always. A swarm of wannabe doods getting facials, uncles getting their almost vanished strands coloured and a couple of friendly neighbourhood spidermans spinning their cobweb on the TV remote, a typical scenario.

Bhaiya, a shave and a haircut, normal spiked, how much time is it going to take, I enquired. Those fifteen minutes ended after almost two hours but I was definitely looking better, cleaner and more human. I always made sure that I comply with the basic rules: look good, smell good and taste good. And looking good never meant that one should be good looking, it’s just that one should be presentable and it was time to take care of this requisite. After emptying half of my wardrobe, I finally found my outfit for the evening, my last clean t-shirt, a spunky black one with an almost clean pair of blue jeans. Sometimes, it’s good to be a guy, at least while dressing up.

There she was, standing in her shimmering red top and a black mini, her raven black hair falling freely over her fragile shoulders and an oh-so radiating body. Man! She is hot, I thought and was thanking my lucky stars that she was my date for the evening. As the dance floor warmed to the house, we swayed after downing a couple of tequila shots. Things were heating up as the temperature was rising. She drew my face closer to her and what followed was a long lingering kiss.

More kisses were exchanged and we landed up at my place. She was standing in the dark shadows, her sculptured body silhouetted against the backdrop of lust simmering into steam. Our warm breath creating a music with the raised heartbeats. The eyes met eyes and mirrored the feeling; wrapped in my arms, those eyes succumbed and I to her gentle embrace. Lips were locked and the escorts were removed, two bodies melting into one.

Oh Nikita ! I am getting there baby…

A Link

Sunday, April 6, 2008

Big City Nights

The day has been total waste so far. Is this what I’ve been waiting for since Monday, a lonely weekend! Requiem for a dream, the fourth movie of the day and suddenly, the mood is sickening sad, the lull is lurking in the air. The anxiety and enthusiasm evident on a typical Friday morning, welcoming the forthcoming weekend after a long grueling week has vanished.

The time at the screen reads 1:30 AM. Deepak doesn’t sleep this early; it should take only five minutes to reach his place at this time. Six bachelors in a three-bedroom flat, what a nightmare, I always thought. But one thing I always knew for sure, these guys know how to have fun. After countless rounds of convincing me to move in with them, even they gave up trying. Is it that I am adamant or I love solitude.

The roads are still wet and the breeze is refreshingly cool, it looks like a bike day. I never liked the confines of a car. “Hey Deepak, wanna go for a ride to MG Road”, I called him. “No man, I’ve some office work to finish”, he replied in his usual laidback tone. “C’mon, don’t be such a spoilsport, its Friday night. Moreover it won’t take more than an hour”, I argued. “I can’t, its very urgent”, pat came the reply. “Screw you, you’re such a wuss”, what’s wrong with these bookworms, I wondered.

The roads are emptier than I expected and the speedometer zooms past ninety. A quick dash followed by a long stretch of relaxed biking and I am in my tranquil dreams. Its time to head back home as it’s already forty-five past two. Suddenly, the engine coughed, cranked and halted to death. My gods must be unhappy with me.

The tank still smelled of fuel in it, the green at the display confirmed the circuits to be working correctly. As I stood there kicking and cursing, a number of cabs ignored my existence, reminding me the true meaning of the word metropolitan. A black pulsar stops and enquires if everything is fine. Have you checked the fuel, asked the man, there is no petrol pump nearby. A receding hairline, fair complexion, medium built, he must be in his late 20s. Yes, I replied.

Do you mind if I try, he asked while parking his bike. “Please”, I offered my bike. A couple of kicks more and the engine came alive with a grunt. “Where do you stay”, he questioned. Oh BTM! I live there only, I’ll drive with you; just in case the bike ditches you again, its very late, he laughed. We chatted about where we work, where we are from, how he got stuck with work in his office till this late and regular stuff while driving back.

Can I have a glass of water, he requested. “Sure, c’mon in, that’s the least I can do for you and thanks for the help”, I replied. So what do you do on weekends, he continued. “Just a couple of movies, a drive sometimes, not much actually”, I said. Give me your number, I’ll call you sometime and we’ll hang out, he offered. Sure, its 9900112233, give me a missed call, I’ll save yours too, I said, while I created a contact in my phone for Aneesh, his name.

It must have an hour since he left when my cell beeped. Who’s sending me a message at this time, I wondered. “I am missing you- Aneesh” read the message. WTF! What is it, my mind was in a state of shock. My phone vibrated to mark the arrival of one more SMS, “I’ve fallen for you, I want to meet you for a hot shower, I can give you a good time”.

Hey man, I am really thankful to you for the help but don’t try to contact me from now on….

Friday, April 4, 2008

A tough one

1. Name three most valuable assets?

My Ipod, My Audio/Video collection and hmmm clothes maybe. Frankly speaking, can’t think of things which I can classify as assets *sansaar nashwar hai vats*

2. One truth in your life that haunts you every day?

All of the decisions I made, related to my career, were wrong

3. If you were to be stranded on a desert island, who are the four blog buddies you would take alongside with you?

Chacha, Crasiezt, Skeety, Umang …. Wait a min, do you guys watch survivor or lost series !!

4. Where is the place that you want to go the most?

Rome ! But it can be a loo, actually it depends upon what situation I am in

5. If you can have one dream to come true, what would it be?

Loads of sexy cars and loads of money to buy petrol for them :D

6. Till now, what is the moment that you regret the most?

Nothing as such

7.What are you afraid to lose the most?

Family, friends, infact everything. I am very possessive kind of creature.

8. What would you do if you found a briefcase full of money?

Did I mention my dream ;) Btw, which currency ?? :P

9. If you meet someone that you love, would you confess to him/her?


10. List out 3 good points of the person who tagged you.

She writes very well, I mean very well. She’s caring and very understanding.

11. What are the requirements that you wish from your other half?

Jyada chik-chik na karti ho bus.

12. Which type of person do you hate the most?

Posers, the ones with fake attitude.

13. What is your ambition?

Apna sapna money money…bada sara

14. My Question: If you were given the chance to have one super power.. what would it be and why?
Arre, same question from the last tag…. Make me Mr. India :P

15. For you life is?

A bitch

16. If you could do one thing different in life, what would it be?

Control my anger

17. Are you a shopaholic or no?

Big time, keep me away from shopping malls.

18. Which actress or actors you would like to be?

Koi bhi bhojpuri hero !!

19 what touches you?

Hmmmm…no comments

20. Do you have any plans for tomorrow?

Yeah, bartan maanjne hain (Cleaning utensils you angrezs)

Man ! This was so girly, thank you so much Freesherry ji, I had a real hard time answering this tagging someone, hmmmm...

Drozzy babu, you're on *Aaaaahhh, aaj mera pratishodh poora hua*

Wednesday, April 2, 2008

Tagged to death

Describe your perfect Sunday morning?
What’s a Sunday morning, I don’t know anything like this.

Favorite song of all time?
Nothing else matters-Metallica

How tall are you?
Doesn’t matter “late ke sab barabar ho jaate hain” ;)

If you could be successful at any job in the world, what would that job be?
I know MS-Excel, make me manager

If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be?

If you could be someone else for a day, who would it be?
Mr. India :P

If you have friends coming for supper what would you cook?
Lays or Kurkure

What is your favourite word?
Déjà vu

What makes you cry?
I don’t cry

If you were an animal in the wild, what would you be?
A jaguar

If you could time travel to the past to correct any mistakes you feel you’ve made, would you?
Time travel is fun baybee…

Do you believe that the cup is half empty or half full?
Depends upon what’s in the cup

What do you do for fun?
Time traveling

Are you an outdoor or an indoor person

Where do you see yourself in five years?
Back to north for sure :D

What are you most proud of in your life?
I am a self-made person

When do you plan on getting married?
Do they call this disaster planning !!

Get the number or give the number?
Give the number, that too when asked for !!

Romance or Kinky Sex?
Kinky Sex... Romance is too expensive (Shame to shame)

How do you feel?
Like all humans do-we have nerve endings in our skin which give us the power to feel via. sensory organs

What size shoe do you wear?
Europe 42, English 8 but what’s the purpose

What is your favorite clothing brand?
I am not a brand person, I wear anything and everything which suits me.

Water or 100% Juice?
Sea buckthorn juice

T-Mobile, U.S. Cellular, Cingular/AT&T, or Sprint/Nextel

Would you rather be hot or cold?

Would you rather lose an arm or a leg?
WTF….neither…why ??????

Favorite Place to Eat?
Big Chill

Opera, Musical, Concert, Play, Performance, or Other?

Most Memorable Past?
School days

Most embarrassing moment?
I am a shameless prick

If you had to pick one car, which would it be?
Lamborghini Reventon

Your favorite Disney Films?
Ice age but not sure if it’s a Disney Film

Why did the chicken cross the road?
Because there was a KFC at this side of the road

Do you support Paris?
Paris for president !!

Where is Waldo?
What is Waldo?

Favorite element?

What was your last thought?
Something lusty, can’t provide the details here

Firefox, Internet Explorer, Netscape, or other?

Who are you going to vote for in 2008?
Ki farak painda hai, sadak to banne se rahi !!

Juice and crackers or milk and cookies?
Juice and crackers …… GOD DAMN YOU DROZZY ARGHHH !!!!

Which is worse? A bad laugh or a bad cough?
Laugh is better than cough anyday

Are you a cat or a dog person?
I hate pets

Would you rather be blind or deaf?
Both, happy now !!

Define yourself in 3 words…
Gonecase Gonecase Gonecase

Do you eat cold cereal at night?
Nahi bhaiya, I don’t eat cereal at night

What is your favorite TV show?

Do you shower every single day?
A deo shower maybe

Boat or bus?

What would you do if Michael Jackson asked you out
I'll tell him that I am of no use to him now, I have crossed 12 (On a serious note, I love his music so maybe I will go, I can defend myself)

What is your favorite food?

Do you read harry potter books?

If you could have one super human power what would you choose?
Make me Mr. India

Have you had a beer in the last week?
No, never

Vitamin Water or Gatorade?
Gatorade, Electric Blue :D

Favorite body part?
Oh Behave :P

Flip flops or sandles?
Flip flops

What do you do on fridays?
Office office

Do you like bananas?
Yes, I love EATING bananas

Jao sabko maaf kiya...I tag nobody !!

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Ruby Tuesday

The trainer was drawing figures on the whiteboard while I was lost in the screen of my monitor. It's been an hour since I received that email selling me Viagra, into my spam folder and there has been no activity in my mailbox since then. Somehow, refreshing the page seemed more interesting than paying heed to the trainer. After a few futile attempts, the inbox showed one against it.

A chain mail with a picture of Ganeshji, waiting to be forwarded to ten friends within ten minutes, else it will bring me bad luck. Since when has Ganeshji started tracking my emails, I thought, cursing Rahul for forwarding it to me. There was a strange pleasure that I felt, scrolling up and down, without any reasons, any logic. I noticed an email address by the name of Heena Sachdev in the heap of names of all those good children of god who will go to heaven now. My boredom made me compose a mail addressed to the email address I just happened to pick out of hundreds of other possible addresses.

"Hi! How are you" was followed by a couple of mails exchanged and on one fine day, hesitatingly, I asked for her mobile number, which she obliged me with. Her voice was as hundreds of chimes being kissed and caressed by wind, full of youth and life. I fell in love with that voice. Our conversations graduated from minutes to hours and this is when I came to know that she is in same city I am in, Bangalore. There was no track of time when I was in her company, though over the phone only and then we decided to take it one step ahead. And thankfully, it was gradual this time.

Something near MG Road seemed a sensible option since our places were at the opposite ends of the diameter with MG Road at the center. Ruby Tuesday, she said, on Church Street, nice place with good food and soothing ambiance, let's meet up for a dinner this weekend. I checked my appointments record, even though it's been a week since I shifted to this city and didn't know anyone in town, even though the only companion I had for my weekends was my newspaper. And hence, Saturday was on.

My gaze was locked at the bunch of orchids placed esthetically in the middle of the table. Are you a non-vegetarian, she enquired, and this is when I noticed her details for the first time. Luscious long locks, a pair of tender lips, ample bosom but the cherry was those hazel eyes with a tinge of kohl at the rims. Her pink top was complementing her fair skin tone. As we sat there chatting, the band was playing soft melodies from the 80s.

I finally succumbed to the aroma from the bar which had been inviting me for quite some time now. "If you don't mind, can I order a drink for myself", I asked shamelessly. Yes, please, she replied, this is what I like about drinking that it doesn't bother the one who is accompanying the one who is cherishing it. I hate smoking and I hate smokers. Waiter, get me one large Jack Daniels with ice, no cold drink, no soda. Adulteration mars the taste of the real thing, I chuckled.

"You won't find an auto-rickshaw here at this time, it's already thirty past one, I have a bike, let's go to Central, I offered. But the auto-rickshaw prices were exorbitant because of the time factor involved. Can I stay at your place for the night, I'll leave tomorrow morning. Its just one night, I hope you can adjust. “I have a small room with a single bed and I stay alone, if its ok with you, I don't mind”, I replied.

While driving back to my room, I bought one more quarter after taking her permission. I am not feeling sleepy, turn on some music if you like, she said. Gulping down pegs after pegs, the conversation that followed was the most interesting time I had spent in Bangalore so far. Was it liquor or was it her company, I wasn't sure, but things started to heat up and the next moment, we were in each others' arms. We made love like there is no tomorrow. Should I term it as love or should I refrain it to sex was the question. But that didn't matter at that time.

It's been a month now since we first met. Every weekend was the same, a dinner at Ruby Tuesday followed by mad, passionate sex sessions. This time, she wanted to taste the whiskey which, to my surprise, she liked. Two quarters this time, she said and I nodded. It must have been something around three, after multiple shots of alcohol and sex, the sweat dripping down our skin, when I told her that I've started liking her.

What the fuck are you talking about, she shouted, jumping out of bed. And the whole effect of whiskey went kaput. I have sentiments for you, I have started liking you, I uttered. How can you even think about it, who are you. Do you know, my father is a retired colonel from the army. My mother owns a newspaper in Hyderabad, do you know how large her social circle is. And what family do you come from, your father is a grocer, a petty grocer. "But what is this if you don't love me, what are we doing here, I barked.

Its all lust baby, you want sex, so do I. The only difference between us is that you are a guy and I am a girl. I can't stick to one person for more than a couple of weeks, I need to move on. It's just a fling, a game, a game in which you are rewarded with fun and sex, no strings attached. Now you've ruined my mood, get me some whiskey. It's all over for us now, I don't want to see your face anymore, I said. You are my guest, so stay here tonight. Tomorrow I'll drop you to wherever you'll say.

Drop me to Ruby Tuesday ….

Friday, March 21, 2008


The ticks of the clock

The screech of the chalk

The odd-man of flock

The final knock

This question this time

This yearning this crime

This ache at its prime

This life is a mime


One more tag and a double tag to boot, Man ! I am popular :P

Got tagged by Shoop and Crazy this time for the same thing, a musical tag and music is my oxygen, thanks guys. Sorry for the delay, double sorry Shoop ji *Grins Sheepishly*. Here is the combined effort :D

The rules are:

1. Put your MP3 player/Media player on shuffle
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. You must write the name of the song no matter what.


Get ready for this

Oh Yeah !!


Twilight zone (2 Unlimited)

Ahoy !!


Rock with you (Ashanti)

Usually skip this song but goes well with the question, hehe


Heart go faster (Davey Brothers)

Faster ?? I feel lazy ...


Fall like a rain (Lost)

Lost, yeah, right !


Where do you go (No Mercy)

No Comments


Do Sumthing (Comp)

I will, I will, trust me guys, I will


My Life (Dido)

Bingo :D


Remember me (Hoobastank)

I don't care, really !

WHAT IS 2+2?

This I promise you

My math teacher would be so proud of me right now :D


Ain't talking about (Apollo 440)

About what ??


Wake me up (Wham)

I wish !!


Sleep (Poets of the fall)

How did they come to know ???


Even Angels Fall (Jessica Riddle)

But I don't, me no angel, hehehe


Focus (Kashmir)

On ?? :P


Virtual Insanity (Jamiroquoi)

Nahiiiiiiiiii....Keh do ye jhooth hai


Star 69 (Fatboy Slim)

WTF !!


More Than You'll Ever Know

And its too late now too.


Don't speak (No Doubt)

That is correct

Dirty (Darren Hayes)

Darn ! Everybody knows now !!


You a Pro (Sean Paul)

Pro bole to, hehehe


Speedballin' (Outkast)

I tag nobody!

Sunday, March 16, 2008

Random strokes

Tag times once again and this time, seven random things by Ms. Randomness Personified herself, so here we go:

I get high on bird watching, it makes me feel good. I love it when beautiful girls are nearby. But I won't go and strike a conversation, I restrict it to watching only.

I can watch movies back to back, sometimes four to five in one go. The only condition is that I'll pick and decide the movies I want to watch.

I am very short tempered and very moody. But it is rare when I go and pick a fight with someone.

I am very lazy when it comes to shaving off my facial hair (just to make it clear what we are talking about) but I get these fits, once in a bluemoon, to look good or atleast fool myself into it.

I love North Indian food and I am a big chicken freak/monster/slayer.

I avoid bath when I have to stay at home but I make sure that I don't stink :P

I love big bikes and big cars and always dream to own one. Well, one of them each, to be precise and yeah, add one of each color too :D

I tag:

Keshi, Umang, Rashi, Shoop, Priya, Sinner, Jiggs

What do you have to do? Just jot down 7 random things about yourself! That’s it really! And then tag 7 people too!!

Friday, March 7, 2008

Man - the new God of Earth

Buildings towering

upon their shadows

Monsters rising

out of the earth's womb

Columns of iron

hugging each other

Mirrors kiss and gaze

the enigma of glass maze

Simple structures

forming complex creatures

Angles and arcs

by joints and sparks

Harmony of cement and steel

or the jungle of concrete

For no dust gathers on the glass

unless where man has broken earth

Sunday, March 2, 2008

My New Blog

Visit us at:

Note: Hamare yahan par har prakaar ki gaadi ka kaam tasalli baksh kiya jata hai

Wednesday, February 27, 2008

First Day First Show

While going through my old documents, found this stupid-ass poem I wrote on the first day of my college:

First day in the college
frightened was I
How to face seniors
What about teachers' sai
Don't know about technical wish
but will learn after a few tries
Everyone wants to chop my hair
everyone wants to share "Malai" -- Milk fat
How to shield against ragging
need wings to fly
Not to stare at girls
not to say HI
They queried about eatables
have to tell a lie
Saw a number of couples
that go singing by
Below there feet is "Maal Road" -- Road to Girls' hostel
above their heads is pretty sky
There are a lot of idiots
to whom I have to say "Bhai" -- Brother
Although I can write much more
But I have to go to "Nai" --Barber

Here is the unedited version of the poem or whatever you want to call it. Although I wanted to change it to make it look a bit maturer and correct but then the idiot factor would've been lost. This one reminded me of earlier poems by CHEESY CHAMELI (kyon bey, hai na teri takkar ki !! :P)

Friday, February 15, 2008

Call of the beast

Red radium lit hands

against the black dial

The chrono croons the time

Its thirty four past one

Night is young,

peaking to its bloom

time to hit the road

Metal into metal

and the beast grunts

Two beams of white light

piercing the heart of night

The night suddenly wakes up

to the loud shrieks of

rubber crunching gravel

Fire in the belly of the beast

and a large growl

A grey dot zigzagging

along a greyer line

Flashing past the blinking lights

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

सवाल एक अस्तित्व का

नामुमकिन तो नही है
काटना यह पल
तन्हाई समेटे हुए
सारे जहाँ की
भीड़ के घेराव में भी
काटता कचोटता सूनापन
आवाजें भेद नही पाती अब
कानों की गहराइयां
हर मंज़र धुंधला है
यादों की धुंध तले
एक टीस उठती है
रह रह कर
चीखती चिल्लाती हुई
मानो कह रही हो
कब तक रहेगा तू
कब तक सहेगा तू

Sunday, February 10, 2008

Cerebral Palsy

I was used to loneliness

and then things changed

It all started for fun

and then things changed

Calm and sanity were off springs

and then things changed

Jealousy and possession creped in

Now I want things to change

The question now floats in my cranium

Was I happy being sad ??

Saturday, February 9, 2008

Memoirs of my journey

Whenever I used to hear this word blogging, I used to wonder what's the big deal, why so much hype. And then one fine day, out of curiosity, I thought of giving it a shot. What started as a trial, changed to time pass, transformed into hobby and morphed into an obsession.

And today I'm celebrating first anniversary of my whimsical cyber life and everyone's invited (Oh yeah Samsung, go ahead, sue me!)

And to sum up this year, here is the list of my favorite Dhabas along this highway:

…and they say life is beautiful

Re-search @ night

I lie here


Sex amidst ringtones

You are invited


Present lost

Because I love my job

Alone I bleed

I don’t have a title for this

Déjà vu


A robbed soul

Through the eyes of a puppet

Uffff, long list…..You guys are patient to have reached here, have a piece of the cake as your reward :D


Friday, February 8, 2008

ITYT - IT's Young Tabloid

Ah! Not another PC Today!! Don’t worry, this isn’t your regular “techie mag” or that boring newsletter you use to wipe dirt off your shoes! This is a magazine yes, but unconventional, interesting, information-laden, and paperless (sorry you’ll still have to use that newsletter for your dirty shoes).

But before we launch our e-magazine we want you to tell us what is it that YOU want to read?

We want to rekindle your interests, make life exciting, unwind your brain and of course yearn for our magazine, edition after edition.

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Monday, January 28, 2008

Through the eyes of a puppet

The sprawling campus stares at him; the sight trapped between the pendulum of his corona and the glass of his building. Cool breeze dies hitting the colder wall. The vastness engulfs him and suddenly he realizes how minute he is. The whole universe is looking at him as if he has been brought to this stage to be laughed upon. He can see his own reflection making a mockery of him.

The puppeteer has broken the threads but what is left is something non-existing instead of freedom what he has been yearning for. What is he without those threads when the lifeline of a puppet is the blood flowing through the veins of those fingers. And how hard it is to know that those fingers aren’t your extensions.

Is this soothing quiet or sooting lull that stands here ?

Monday, January 21, 2008

My Carnival

Come seethe in rain

For this burning

Can’t be quenched

Without your love

A cloud of gloom just

settled on fluttering heart

This heart is pining

Craving for your love

Don’t walk away,

Don’t walk away

leaving me here

longing for your love

Saturday, January 12, 2008

A Robbed Soul

Crawling shadows

past blinking lights

Talking hands

shouting eyes

Skin beneath

window pane

pale and bleak

Few sobs buried

under display

Make up of

fake giggles

One more night

one more death

Prostitution is considered as world's oldest profession/business. Yet there are no rules, no laws, no hearings and no answers to certain questions.....

Friday, January 11, 2008

Jealousy Woes

Oh Lord ! I beseech to thee

Impart me with strength

to raze off this jealousy

Jealousy is a strange thing

It can make a sane person

behave in weirdest possibility

Your possession I want

even though I know

You aren't my property

And it bolsters my faith in my name, I am a gone case, total fool !!

Thursday, January 10, 2008

Taare Zameen Par: Un-Review

If you want to know how good Taare is, just go to your nearest theater and watch the people coming out after the show. The cacophony that surrounds a crowd exiting a theater will be missing. Some would be walking in slow motion. Some would look petrified. At least that's what happened in the theater I went to. Not a single soul was talking after the movie, probably because what everyone saw on screen was not fiction, but a semi-biography of his/her own life. In fact, the normally rowdiest gang in a theatre (ie my friends and I) that is uber vocal at the end of a film left the theater in pin drop silence. The first thing we said to each other - 'Aamir Bhai has done it again..'

Indeed, Aamir Khan had done it again. I have a gut feeling that Taare would change people like no other movie has previously done.

I know only Aamir can make a film like Taare. But let us assume he did not make it (dream on!). What would the film have been like?

If Karan Johar made Taare

Obvious starcast:

* Shah Rukh Khan as the arts teacher (duh duh duh!!).
* Aryan Khan as the dyslexic child (even if he could not act for nuts).
* Rani Mukerjee as the kid's mom (assuming Kajol is unavailable).
* Abhishek Bachchan as the kid's dad.
* Amitabh Bachchan as the school principal (who cares if the role is ultra minute, he can afford it).
* It would be shot in New York to appeal to the NRI audience.
* The story line would obviously be different. SRK would fall for the dyslexic kid's mom. The last scene would have the mom running to the teacher rather than the kid. And again, like in so many other movies, SRK would get someone else's girl.
* It would have one dance number.
* The film would be titled 'Kuch Taare Zameen Par.'

If Sanjay Leela Bhansali made Taare

Obvious starcast:

* Salman as the teacher.
* Rani as the mother.
* Of course the whole film would be shot on elaborate sets. The school would be nothing short of Harvard University.
* An orchestra would play every time anyone cried.
* Slow motion, different camera angles for every scene.
* The school uniforms would match the classroom walls even though that does not make a f***ing difference.
* The film would cost 60 crores.

If Farah Khan made Taare

Obvious starcast:

* SRK as the teacher (yawn).
* In the original Taare, Aamir makes an entry at the interval point. In Farah's version, SRK would be on screen on for 2.30 hrs out of the 2.45 hrs and would be introduced in the first scene itself.
* The story would be changed to make sure the above happened. The focus of the film would be a teacher who helps a kid fight dyslexia.
* To make it a complete entertainer, there would be a romantic angle, comedy, and action thrown in. Oh idea!! Nikumbh's character likes another teacher and the kiddo helps him.. throw in some comedy moments there and you have romance and comedy settled. For action.. hmm.. lemme see.. oh yah, the kid gets kidnapped and the teacher fights the baddies to save him. Wow!! I'm quite an imaginative writer. I can see how Farah can write a film from scratch in two weeks straight.
* The film posters would have a big SRK with the tiny image of the kid in the background.

If Rakesh Roshan made Taare

Obvious starcast:

* Hrithik Roshan as the teacher.
* Since Rakesh Roshan cannot think beyond science fiction these days, this film would have that too. Instead of dyslexia, the kid would have alienositis or something, a condition induced due to him witnessing an alien abduction.
* Instead of Nikumbh being an arts teacher, he would be a physics teacher, and instead of asking kids to be creative, he would ask them to challenge the science we know.
* In the scene where Nikumbh asks the kids to open their minds and make whatever they want outdoors, the kid Ishaan, instead of making a boat, would end up making a working spaceship prototype.
* Nikumbh would cure the kids problem by making a full fledged version of the kid's prototype, traveling to the alien planet, and asking them to give the kid his powers back..
* The film would have music by Rajesh Roshan ripped off from some world music.
* The film's name would again start with a K.. probably 'Kuch Aliens Taaron se Zameen Par'.
* The director would make sure Hrithik gets to show all his abilities. This would mean a scene with Roshan jr flexing his muscles, and a dance competition in the end, instead of an arts competition.

If Priyadarshan made Taare

Obvious starcast:

* Akshay Kumar as the teacher.
* Paresh Rawal as the kid's dad.
* It would be a brainless comedy. The kid's dyslexia would be made fun of. Half the times the parents will be running after the kid from one room to the other and that, in the director's opinion, would be funny.
* The film will be full of sex jokes. So for example, when Akshay would come to the parents telling them that their son has dyslexia, the ignorant father would say something inappropriate like 'iss umar mein? par kaise, woh to hamesha boys school mein padha hai!'. And yes, the director would think it is funny.
* In the climax of the film all the characters in the film would run around in the amphitheater for no reason, spilling colors on each other. That's where the film will end, without any logical conclusion.
* And of course, Paresh Rawal would emote like an epileptic himself making us question the boy's mental abilities anyway.

In loving memory of somebody who wrote it ( I don't know who he/she is, it was forwarded as a mail but I find it worth a dekkho )