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Trees. Poems upon the sky, That Earth so keen-fully writes. Trees. Silent alibis to our Childhood, That was so nonchalantly spent. Trees. Even after they are fell down, Lend their heart to us, To record our emptiness on.

Thud! I woke up because of the noise from the back yard. I yawned, stretched my arms, and shuffled towards the back window. As I paced by my kitchen, I took a glance at the clock. 1:00 in the dead of the night. I need to stop being afraid. As I continued towards the window, I saw a shooting star out in the sky. But it was getting larger! It got so large that, Oh, it was a meteor! A meteor! I followed the meteor’s trajectory as it came plummeting from the atmosphere. It landed so incredibly close I just couldn’t pass up the opportunity to see it! A thick, black smoke bloomed from the crater, almost suffocating me with a terrible stench. I gradually inched closer. Small tongues of flame licked the pale air, stinking as they reached my nostrils. The smell worsened as I approached. I tried to hold my breath, but when I finally reached my destination, I gasped in horror. It wasn’t a rock that fell from the sky, but eh.. a body. A strange body, only two arms near its neck and another pair, ...

Its long I have written something, because I have been real busy - in fooling around. However, to make up for the absence, here is a post - which you can say - is namkeen . Most of my readers would have had at least one experience of arguing with a girl. Guys who have won the arguement - kudos to them. For the unfortunate others, here is my tried & tested formulae of how to win in an arguement with girls. Disclaimer: Please don't blame me if you win the arguement but loose your girl. I never said that you could win both with these formulae. And all my dear girl friends, please don't take this seriously . It's obviously intended for fun . Step 1 . Abandon all logic. Girls don't use it, and you certainly shouldn't allow it to handicap you. Step 2 . If you believe strongly in something, do NOT give in to any aspect. Compromise is useless against girls, because they will rationalize that if they can get you to concede to one element, they can get you to quit the ...

When was the last time you watched a bud in your small garden blossom into a beautiful flower in a few days? When was the last time your eyes chased a butterfly in the backyard till it was out of your sight? When was the last time you watched one of those lizards in the abandoned corner of your ceiling catch a moth by sheer speed and surprise? When was the last time your father molded those little fingers into twisty poses, clutching at a fairly sharpened pencil and pressing it to sheets etched with red and blue lines? When was the last time you joined the dots from 1 to 100 and watched an exciting character take shape? When was the last time you created an exquisite castle with only a pack of playing cards? When was the last time you watched a tiny pebble fall into water and create a hundred transitory ripples? When was the last time you observed a star in the sky and tried to trace the remaining part of the constellation? I know most of us would believe that Growing Up has taken...

  The pale of the night before is gone, Behold, on earth there is a new dawn, Heavenly d ew t ipped grass welcomes, From the breast of the sea a sun comes, Rise, happy souls, greet him in the sky, Rise up high above and let your spirits fly. Good Morning.

Here's a small poem I wrote long back. Hope it puts a smile, or a grin a least, on your faces! Smile at me, Smile, so that I find you out in a crowd, Smile, so that the crowd may not seem loud, Smile, when my world seems all black & grey, Smile, so that all my sorrows chase away, Smile, when the weather doesn't seem blue, Smile, so that luck sticks to me as glue, Smile, so that all the wind-bells chime, Smile, even when I find no words to rhyme!

When it's all sick! (around you.) First the rant of all that goes on in Pune. Which would definitely allure you into staying here. Being a Delhite , there was never a need for the two-wheeler, thanks to the wonderful public transport system and the Metro Rail in Delhi, but here the scene was totally different. Every second person beyond the age of 18 was on two-wheelers. Every second driver resembled a terrorist with their faces covered beyond recognition, with only their eyes exposed (that too covered with sunglasses). But that adds a different color. Alongwith the spicy fast foods and the numerous restaurants and cafeterias along the roads, an avid foodie would have no spare time here. The onion fritters- bhaaji and the wada pav (deep fried potato-onion-ginger-garlic-coriander cutlet sandwiched between two slices of a bread- in short the poor man's burger) and the chocolate toast have just bowled me over. Standing under the makeshift roof of a wada-pav vendor to ...

Did I say or didn't I, not to view this. Now since you have clicked on, don't be angry when you start with reading it. YOU ARE ALL MEDIOCREs. No. Even More. YOU ARE LIKE THE ZOMBIES, JUST GOING FOR THE BLOOD AND FLESH. NO MEANING. NO SENSITIVITY. Did that hurt? Well, I had told you. People today follow the herd principle. Do what others do, say what others say, wear what others wear, see what others see, and so on. I bet none of you have ever thought different. Or most of you. If you’ve ever wondered why it’s so difficult to ignore peer pressure and why you feel anxiety when expressing a differing opinion from the herd, Like most animals on the planet, humans come pre-programmed to notice the behavior of our species and copy it. This has probably helped humanity countless times: avoiding predators, passing on beneficial learned behaviors, etc. But what has resulted, is that nothing is real now. The same old stuff, everyday, repeated. I am tired of taking it all and adjusting...

The dark quiet hours of the night. Even the hazy wasteland of the day turns into a beautiful creation. I see nighttime through the fractured lense of an occasional insomniac. People sleep when I stir. I doze as others awaken. I never know whether this is becoming into an habit or this is just the heat not letting peaceful sleep surround me. Even the online world is quiet at my normal midnight. My loved ones certainly are. The dark of night has exclusive hold on feelings and sensations the daylight can vanquish. A loneliness born of half dreams and a mind left defenseless by an exhaustion too complete for mere sleep. You would think that – after someone spends several days with little sleep at night and reaches the point where he can’t finish a sentence and his brain is mushy enough to be mistaken for cottage cheese – well, you would think he would easily fall asleep the instant he falls back into bed. You would think that. But I don't. I long for the beautiful night in a place un...

Old & ranting sun, broken white clouds' cover, silence of the chaotic life and I. Up on a cozy bed in a house full of things unknown, unused & unattended to; great food, laughter and total relaxation is what my heart aches for and here I am in my small home in this vaguely familiar city. While the touch of black leather cover and crisp white pages of a diary would have been sensuous, it will be difficult to underplay the usefullness of this blog containing all the good-and-bad of my life. Why did I start a blog? Who will read it anyway? Is it safe to bare your deepest darkest secrets, desires? Is there a glint of desperation in my eyes or do I always become delirious the moment someone interrupts or interferes? Anyways what I need today, is a day of freedom. I guess I should shed my polluted skin and then breathe free. I know some rainy day I will open up the room and spill the un-needed on the sidewalk only to make space for more but then it is better than things taking ...

Well, I don't mean 2 things about the title. First, it is not strictly for the boys only; whosoever is interested, is welcome to read it. Second, it's not that people read this and do exactly what this suggests, it's completely my opinion. And of course I don't mean anything for anyone. Let me know your thoughts, rather. Its while browsing yesterday I found a quote about dating girls who like reading. It said to date a girl who spends extra money on books rather that dresses or cosmetics. Well, I leave aside my life before going further; but find a girl who likes to read. You can find out; she'll always have an un read book in her bag. She's the one who spends time looking excitedly over the shelves in a bookstore, the only girl shuffling through pages in a second hand book shop, and the one whose cheeks kinda glow when she finds a book shes' been looking for. Those types can never resist smelling the pages from a new book. The types who seldom get to d...

As the sun goes on burning through the days Self-imprisoned in our so-called hostel room, Suffocated, of heat, stink, and cigarette smoke, of the roaring traffic, and chaotic class mates, of the ever increasing assignments of studies, And of a million responsibilities and expectations; Numerous ideas graze through my mind, of escape. Empty thoughts screech past my ears, aloud, vibrant making themselves aloud, waking me up to the void I am in; where neither my mates stand, nor my dreams I head up to my roof, feel the air, the sky, vast; and see stars, few, and clouds all broken to pieces Something seems imperfect, why is the breeze not smooth? Why is the white cloud home to such imperfections? Something feels incomplete, empty from within, And then- I miss the moments- with you, priceless, You, who were a friend when I needed to lean on; You, who were a family when I needed to talk it out; You, the roads where I roamed about, unseen, unfazed; You, the big old desktop with games and movi...

Looks like I'm slowly making it a habit of writing a few posts a month. Well, if one has nothing good to write, why even bother to write eh. I see so much anger and bitterness in my friends and in my FB pages that sometimes you can't help but feel affected by them. I wonder why people are so angry everyday... all the time. Don't they ever get tired of being angry? Where has patience and compromise gone? Is everything about what one wants? Is nothing about what your friend wants? For every minute you are angry, you lose sixty seconds of happiness . ~ Author Unknown Well, moving on to something new, I have started my journey as an intern in the art and photography wing of a company. Well, technically this isn't the first, but I deliberately omitted the BSNL fiasco which was during my engineering career. I did not know what to expect since I had no idea as of how it feels working; worse on an environment I am not familiar with. It felt like as if I was in my point in l...

Well, what to say of this friend, he is a real entertainer of sorts. Just that he is a bit less matured, is what I think, but a lot more and lot else, is what others think, but here is ramblings about a nice friend of mine. Pale yellow tees. And dark brown flashing jeans. Really. This is my friend. He is from state of sweets, he IS sweet, and, oh, by the way, he is much sweeter to the weaker sex. " Tum iss baat ki chinta mat karo, main hun na, main sab kuch sambhal lunga. Tum bas concentrate karo. " Well, still I understand him. Or at least try to. He talks. A lot. Only that he does so about himself mostly. About his aspirations. About his dreams. About his past achieeeeeeevements. About how fine his chest and biceps were once upon a time. About how good is(or was, I don't know, really) his kick boxing. About how his state boasts of finer tea. About how people here are less interested in tastes and aesthetics than the land of Hoogly. About how good are his manners w...

“There is nothing so nice as supposing. It’s almost like being the king. If you suppose anything hard enough it seems as if it were real." - adopted and edited from "The Little Princess" I want to own a roadside dhaba I want to be a street musician I want to design cards and banners I want to write story-books and novels I want to rise up late and see a new movie every day I want to be a master in all kinds of photography I want to be able to be the man that others go to for advice I want to learn everything I can about the world around me I want to know each and every corner of the world that exists I want sunshine to spill through the windows of my home everyday I want to decorate my living space with artwork created by my friends I want to have an entire room for my picture and text collection And another room where there are PCs and giant music systems I want to live somewhere where I can breathe fresh air every morning I want to own a box of memoirs...

Friends, readers, hello to you all. I am posting one of my straight poems that I wrote when I was in the class. Hope you like it. Lets go out for a while, just for a change, Go out in the sun, and start feeling afresh, Lets go out, and all in play, lets do engage. Why just rot in this class for all the day, cos I never find a way out of Account's maze, And though of maths, I have a distinct craze; Am bored of Quantitative Techniques, of that bald shithead. There is the lady in Human Resource, who only waffles, And on the lady of Organizational Behavior, I have a rage. Business Statistics, given with no hints and all conditions, Is for me like a young birdie in a cage. IT is okay, but just like a little child's play, where you sit with your laptops and only do gaze. Research in Managerial Decision, this is quite boring, This just doesn't come smoothly, pretty much sails over my head. Economics, a little familiar, still doesn't make up to my head, Its b...

Today was also kinda boring. Just to share, I am posting about a discussion we had in my family at the supper.  My cousin bro’s getting married in December this year. Well, here’s the thing. It was meant to be an arranged marriage. Lots of prospects were looked into and questioned. Once it was found that a prospect eloped with her boyfriend at mid night on the day she was visited by my uncle. Then my uncle decided that he would marry off his son to the daughter of another uncle, quite close to us from birth. This way, he would know her beforehand and there would be no questions of character. But my bro’s bit modern. He wouldn’t be ready for the marriage so easily. So both parents allow them to meet and roam together, so that they would get to know each other easily. Now on paper everything looks simple. Add one more fact, this is India, and this is a Brahmin marriage. Simple? When elders ask my uncle, he says, “They only roam at times, that much. Else, how would they get to know...

Today was just another day As usual nothing ever went my way. There was nothing to do around the house Although I tried to take care of a mouse. Why does my life have to be so boring? I mean could it get anymore annoying? God please give me a sign or something At least anything is better than nothing. I want to get away from this place People here only fit under the laces. Everyone outta there thinks a stable life I say why don’t you go out and have a wife? And for those who daily cling to a routine, You're still your mum’s honey-wrapped eighteen. This boredom really suffocates me, I need something that entertains me But then I don't care what anybody else thinks, They all act like their own crap doesn't stink. But in reality they’ve got nothing, Most of them, they’re always bluffing, Only because they have nothing to show, May be they’re hiding something they don't want us to know. I know I’m wasting time talking of those fags. Why don’t you stop...

Disclaimer: This article is intended for entertainment purposes only. Biggies who find this irrational and disrespecting, are not advised to read along. And once again, I don't have anything sort of a rift with parents, mine or yours. I am not responsible for direct, indirect, incidental or consequential damages resulting from any inspirational or eye-opening remark. So, my destruction of Indian Society, its people and its values continues yet again. When I sat up to write, I thought of the subject. There were a lot in the reckoning, like the Indian Rail, Administration in Engineering Colleges, The Indian Youth, and a few more; but there was one that won the race hands down. This, Hail Aunties, is a tribute to the modern aunties. Read along this satire based on my real life experiences. Scene 1: Aunty1- “ He went to the Public Works Office and shouted like a demon there. After fifteen minutes of shouting they at last sent a man to fix the things in our house. The whole thing wa...

There's an old saying that seems to apply: Creative minds are rarely tidy.   I've used that often to explain my desk/workspace. Well, mine's isn't a desk actually, it's a bed.. so what? A picture is worth a thousand words...........  A person's mind and his desk........... Albert Einstein's Desk My "Desk"