Live.Laugh.Love.

The week that went, and the week that is going, they have been quite awful for me. The shifting, the vodka night( where I beat up a friend and tried to choke him down! ) were, on the top of everything, disastrous. Just to portray my awfulness( usually I'm always in deep shit, but this is more! ), here's an apt self-written something.. The sun sets and I'm shivering on bed, Millions of thoughts run through my head! The tears flow and stream through my face. Head resting on a soaked pillow case! Hour upon hour and still awake.. Not much more heartache can I take! Night after night since I've realized. Alone in a full house have I lived! Still awake, not a minute of rest.. The only sound is in my chest. Some try and run after money. Hell is what they get, one and only! Some run for rising heights of success. What they get, is a world full of mess. What I am running for, is simply, Life. Emptiness is all I got, awry and rife. Sunrise! ...

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...

After a long time, I am visiting my blog. Well, a happy new year, amigos . Hope all of you have something or the other to graze through, considering mine usually boring, with drops of joy here and there. Well, this is all about me. About the ultimate desire in me- to have  traveled  around every nook and corner of this world while I am living. Sometimes I feel like I was born to travel. I don’t mind airports or railway platforms or taxis or auto-ricksaws and time changes. Feeling out of place and not understanding people is pretty normal for me. I can make do with minimal personal hygiene( well it's true, I don't care ) and I will try about almost anything( a little pause ) as long as it doesn’t kill me( and, maybe, it's non-veg ). I can deal with getting lost in a city(that I feel ). As much as it is the thrill of being in a new place, travel has brought a lot of unexpected richness in my life. Travel has widened my sensory experience. Often when we go outside the ...

Today, while chatting with friends, I suddenly heard an old song playing from a radio somewhere near, " Babuji dhire chalna.. pyaar me zarra sambhalna.. " I instantly remembered the days of vivid bharti and DD-1. The magic of listening to those songs is something which can’t be described in words. There is always a binding force as what would be the next song played. And as I listened to the song I remembered our good old days of Chitrahaar. I remember, we used to count how many songs have been played in that particular episode. And the long wait for the “new song” which usually used to be the last song of the episode! Compare it with todays' infinite rash music played by numerous channels, continuously 24 hrs.. And add to the misery (or may be a BOON) now there is piracy, download those songs and take them along with you wherever you go.. That one hour “Disney hour” showing Tale Spin and Duck tales and today’s infinite cartoon channels all usually showcasing superm...

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...

After a long time, during which I am sure the Indian Society should have pulled up its socks after my twin attacks, (A Satire on Arranged Marriages,  http://pratik-openbuk.blogspot.com/2010/10/satire-on-arranged-marriages.html  and Hail Aunties!,  http://pratik-openbuk.blogspot.com/2010/10/hail-aunties.html ) I am posting yet another destructing article. Though it has flares of the classic past of Indian Television, this article is a tribute to those Indian Soaps that continue to screw the brains of Indian Viewers by bombarding them with similar and predictable stories, high doses of melodrama, and floods of tears in the scenes. Thanks to the industry itself, the soap opera industry is losing its shin due to the emergence of shows like Indian Idol, Roadies, Kaun Banega Crorepati, etc. So here it goes(and it's gonna be a big post)... That was a fine little evening. I was at my home with maa, and my sis. As usual we were busy in leg pulling of each other. I usually won o...