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So long I’ve traveled down this winding road, Carried on my back what seems a heavy load. I feel like breaking away sometime. So long but I’ve never crossed the line, Never paid attention to beyond and behind. I feel like breaking away sometime. So long I’ve gone at the safest speed, Trying to make sure I met every single need. I feel like breaking away sometime. So long I’ve met with the same old peoples, Always trying to put a smile upon my face. I feel like breaking away sometime. I feel like breaking away sometime, From these safe tracks I’d love to stray. Run a red light, or fail to yield, Take a short-cut across some field. Show up quite late in tees and jeans, or Laugh my head off when somebody screams. Run to the center and off the road, and Leaving way behind my heavy load. Roll the windows up and breathe the air, Just leaving behind my every care. Longing to do what I like, Going somewhere I would love, I feel like following my heart sometime, I ...

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"

Before going through this article, please note that I am neither the family man kind of person, nor the greedy Uncle Scruz kind of man. I am fairly different, from exploring places to reading novels to watching contemporaries to spending time alone. I do what I like and mind it, it has got to do nothing with those “You surely disrespect your parents and elders” and “You don’t know about the real world, son” type stereotype statements. That’s why, please don’t flinch on reading this and start with usual monotones like”He is selfish” or “At present he is blinded”. I only thought this (blogging) as the best option to pour my shit out. Indian weddings, mostly arranged marriages, are known for their grandeur and elaborate nature. Pre-wedding rituals begin days before the wedding date with Roka or formal commitment of both the families towards marriage. It is followed by Sagaai (engagement), Haldi, Mehndi, Sangeet and several such customs varying from families to families.    ...

What am I gonna do? Who am I gonna look up to? For there are a hundred diversions, But road to satisfaction, none. Should I break away from the chains? Give away myself to these salty rains? And I am fed up with these restrictions Like I am gonna give up to the frustrations But its true that I wanna fly away wherever my thoughts give me a way.. I hate these boundaries, my Head goes numb When I fly away, You surely dance aplomb. I can't live when the premises are strict Else me with all of us would have a rift Please let me all of ye, my decisions share I promise, am gonna all your lives, care Or its true one day I am gonna fly away Wherever my damn thoughts give me a way..