I was wrong to prove you wrong
Making a short distance a little bit long
Being dad you played your role
Working with patience you set the goal
Being a child I did my job
Tried to fit you in the mob
I am happy, my efforts are in vain
The more you realize, the stronger is chain
Everyone get a chance so as me
I will prove, or more expected by thee
I know you are always there to help me out
As I won’t let anybody else to shout
Stay as you are, don’t try to change yourself
But give me some more time to prove myself
Elders are always there to help out youngsters
Giving their best wishes on our shoulders
Dear Dad, dad like you are very few
This is self created one
Especially for you
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Friday, January 27, 2012
Friends.....and the prefixes
Friends.....and the prefixes
Although I learned it, but I failed to understand it, hence I opted for ‘Intense Emphasis’ as the style of the title (courtesy ms word). It’s quite handy to use “ghar ki murgi daal barabar” or rather “murga”, for the context of the same. I didn’t realise friends till I experienced a vacuum in life for the last year or so.
I always counted my friends on fingers and though the fingers remain same the friends keep adding, modifying (change of status) and deleting.
Flashback begins....
It all started with the colony friends, with whom I usually shared the post school time, mostly evening play time. There was never a subject for discussion.
School friends, the most popular ones, the one who actually laid foundation towards relationships. Studies and small time funny activities were the common matters of discussion. There are further categories which evolved out it like Tuition Friends, Section Friends and then Subject Friends (when you opt for a stream). For me it was always a common set everywhere, barring Cricket Friends with whom I used to play every Sunday.
During these times, I learned “You can choose your friends but not your relatives”, though very popular proverb but I don’t connect with it as when you choose you apply reasons and it is based on calculations whereas I believe it to be more emotional than rational.
Simultaneously I learned “A friend in need is a friend indeed” I found it a bit selfish, as there is no need to tag a friend in all needs and deeds, it happens naturally.
I shared the day to day course of actions but not the life as it was regulated by prefixes attached to it.
Then there were College Friends, it further divides in Graduation Friends and Post-Graduation Friends, graduation was not different than school with similar set of friends apart from few who left for different stream. The later was a different set of people though more close to life but still inclined to career, materialistic and realistic things.
I learned the concept of Best Friends, True Friends and Real Friends.
Then there were the action set of people, Job Friends, live hours wise these are the ones with whom I spent most of time and so fondly refer them as colleagues. And the same old story, sharing the day to day actions with few new subjects of the world, company, and career and to an extent life.
The Present....
It took a long time to grow and understand only friend, without a prefix, sharing life without inhibitions, it is more about meaning and not words. I still count my friends on fingers and naming a few will be like a grading system so I leave up to them,
Friend is not deprived of any prefix but rather it is one who fixes the life. I tried to quantify but I found you can’t value your friends but the quality is they add value to your life.
Although I learned it, but I failed to understand it, hence I opted for ‘Intense Emphasis’ as the style of the title (courtesy ms word). It’s quite handy to use “ghar ki murgi daal barabar” or rather “murga”, for the context of the same. I didn’t realise friends till I experienced a vacuum in life for the last year or so.
I always counted my friends on fingers and though the fingers remain same the friends keep adding, modifying (change of status) and deleting.
Flashback begins....
It all started with the colony friends, with whom I usually shared the post school time, mostly evening play time. There was never a subject for discussion.
School friends, the most popular ones, the one who actually laid foundation towards relationships. Studies and small time funny activities were the common matters of discussion. There are further categories which evolved out it like Tuition Friends, Section Friends and then Subject Friends (when you opt for a stream). For me it was always a common set everywhere, barring Cricket Friends with whom I used to play every Sunday.
During these times, I learned “You can choose your friends but not your relatives”, though very popular proverb but I don’t connect with it as when you choose you apply reasons and it is based on calculations whereas I believe it to be more emotional than rational.
Simultaneously I learned “A friend in need is a friend indeed” I found it a bit selfish, as there is no need to tag a friend in all needs and deeds, it happens naturally.
I shared the day to day course of actions but not the life as it was regulated by prefixes attached to it.
Then there were College Friends, it further divides in Graduation Friends and Post-Graduation Friends, graduation was not different than school with similar set of friends apart from few who left for different stream. The later was a different set of people though more close to life but still inclined to career, materialistic and realistic things.
I learned the concept of Best Friends, True Friends and Real Friends.
Then there were the action set of people, Job Friends, live hours wise these are the ones with whom I spent most of time and so fondly refer them as colleagues. And the same old story, sharing the day to day actions with few new subjects of the world, company, and career and to an extent life.
The Present....
It took a long time to grow and understand only friend, without a prefix, sharing life without inhibitions, it is more about meaning and not words. I still count my friends on fingers and naming a few will be like a grading system so I leave up to them,
Friend is not deprived of any prefix but rather it is one who fixes the life. I tried to quantify but I found you can’t value your friends but the quality is they add value to your life.
Saturday, December 31, 2011
The ends of life...........
I was a kid then when I was introduced to the concept of the weekend. We had few privileges towards the weekend, starting Friday night to Sunday night like watching a late night serial or movie; getting up late, the volume of music can be higher than the standard level etc. But still for a student there is hardly any difference in weekdays and weekends and as there is not much different they can do on weekends.
So I grew without any specifics of weekend but now when I am in 10th standard of the corporate school I find myself stuck with these ends of life... month end, quarter end, half year end and year end. These ends evolve pessimism for me and even though the work and life doesn’t halt after these end points I fail to understand why they are referred to as ends, and to the contrary we gear up high towards these ends.
In my early years in the corporate school I used to love Friday a lot for being the last working day ... but now the haunting Saturday takes away the joy of weekend and last Saturday or Sunday of the month takes away the pleasure of the coming weekend as well.
Movies are released on Friday to make the most for the weekend so for a good start doing something on the end, funny and ironical at the same time.
I really like this one from Rod Schmidt – There are not enough days in the weekend... In fact for a better work-life balance three days weekend should be best option.
Although it is all in mind but I would love to coin something like weekup or weekin kind of words and use weakend instead of weekend.
By coincidence this weekend happens to be month end, quarter end and year end so I wish to have attitude changes so that the New Year is more interesting, peaceful, creative, healthy and wealthy.
So I grew without any specifics of weekend but now when I am in 10th standard of the corporate school I find myself stuck with these ends of life... month end, quarter end, half year end and year end. These ends evolve pessimism for me and even though the work and life doesn’t halt after these end points I fail to understand why they are referred to as ends, and to the contrary we gear up high towards these ends.
In my early years in the corporate school I used to love Friday a lot for being the last working day ... but now the haunting Saturday takes away the joy of weekend and last Saturday or Sunday of the month takes away the pleasure of the coming weekend as well.
Movies are released on Friday to make the most for the weekend so for a good start doing something on the end, funny and ironical at the same time.
I really like this one from Rod Schmidt – There are not enough days in the weekend... In fact for a better work-life balance three days weekend should be best option.
Although it is all in mind but I would love to coin something like weekup or weekin kind of words and use weakend instead of weekend.
By coincidence this weekend happens to be month end, quarter end and year end so I wish to have attitude changes so that the New Year is more interesting, peaceful, creative, healthy and wealthy.
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Wine, Beer and Whisky....
Wine, Beer and Whisky.... Don’t whine, just bear as it gets slightly risky....Based on an unconventional lunch though tasty and different.
Very rarely I have got an opportunity to feel my senses during the daytime, and today when I got it I was little apprehensive as I was already fighting with cut-throat competition. But I managed to overcome it as I trusted my new friend tanker who suggested that wine will not harm it rather will give a soothing effect.
I love the idea of happy hours (where the place offers you one plus one during non business hours, thus effectively makes your pocket happy) but having it during day time, I tell you it not only makes your pocket but you also happy. There is some double impact during this time. I can’t forget the style of playing billiards like anything after this double impact long time back.
Being an ardent whisky fan, I took a long time to start liking beer and this was the first tryst with wine so don’t know how long it will take. Although I learned quite interesting things about it, it’s a drink of class, it is effective if sipped slowly, drink more with tongue than throat and it is good for heart too. I wish I had one to actually understand the benefits. But for whiskey lovers it is very slow and lacks the kick, though it is effective. But somehow after one complete bottle I couldn’t feel the senses. The food was very nice to start with crispy potato veg.
So on insistence of another tanker friend, I took up beer. In my initial days I actually hated beer for its bitterness and slow effect but then I slowly started un-hating it giving its taste when it is chilled. And in super summer whisky is very risky. So thankfully to the partial effect of wine, I skipped the cut-throat competition to pick up a round of beer, with double omelette. I just love egg in any form.
Though I managed to bear it for some time but today as I was already facing a cut throat competition nothing goes like whisky. So finally to conclude I had a ready mix of teacher’s. This teacher is almost everyone’s favourite. Though it was only one unit but now the mixture was really very interesting so interesting and intelligent that I was able to understand a different language, although the topic of debate were daily frustrations but still there was some fun in it. I was driving with a constant irregular speed, or may be my bike too had few shots.
Very rarely I have got an opportunity to feel my senses during the daytime, and today when I got it I was little apprehensive as I was already fighting with cut-throat competition. But I managed to overcome it as I trusted my new friend tanker who suggested that wine will not harm it rather will give a soothing effect.
I love the idea of happy hours (where the place offers you one plus one during non business hours, thus effectively makes your pocket happy) but having it during day time, I tell you it not only makes your pocket but you also happy. There is some double impact during this time. I can’t forget the style of playing billiards like anything after this double impact long time back.
Being an ardent whisky fan, I took a long time to start liking beer and this was the first tryst with wine so don’t know how long it will take. Although I learned quite interesting things about it, it’s a drink of class, it is effective if sipped slowly, drink more with tongue than throat and it is good for heart too. I wish I had one to actually understand the benefits. But for whiskey lovers it is very slow and lacks the kick, though it is effective. But somehow after one complete bottle I couldn’t feel the senses. The food was very nice to start with crispy potato veg.
So on insistence of another tanker friend, I took up beer. In my initial days I actually hated beer for its bitterness and slow effect but then I slowly started un-hating it giving its taste when it is chilled. And in super summer whisky is very risky. So thankfully to the partial effect of wine, I skipped the cut-throat competition to pick up a round of beer, with double omelette. I just love egg in any form.
Though I managed to bear it for some time but today as I was already facing a cut throat competition nothing goes like whisky. So finally to conclude I had a ready mix of teacher’s. This teacher is almost everyone’s favourite. Though it was only one unit but now the mixture was really very interesting so interesting and intelligent that I was able to understand a different language, although the topic of debate were daily frustrations but still there was some fun in it. I was driving with a constant irregular speed, or may be my bike too had few shots.
Monday, December 5, 2011
Alone
Being in crowd, somebody is alone
He is hiding, but feeling are still being shown
What is the reason behind it?
May be he is confused or may not knew it
The circumstances are letting him down
As black colour is tending to be brown
Nothing is going with him
Life lights are getting dim
Somebody should help him out
Change him and fix the bout
Try to put the things in the right direction
Think positive before doing any action
Sky is the limit as nothing is too far
Come on fill happiness in the empty jar
He is hiding, but feeling are still being shown
What is the reason behind it?
May be he is confused or may not knew it
The circumstances are letting him down
As black colour is tending to be brown
Nothing is going with him
Life lights are getting dim
Somebody should help him out
Change him and fix the bout
Try to put the things in the right direction
Think positive before doing any action
Sky is the limit as nothing is too far
Come on fill happiness in the empty jar
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Another Romantic Evening
With moon coming out of the clouds and wind started blowing
It was inkling of yet another romantic evening
Doing the usual thing, I again forget the date
And started walking into the dreams’ gate
So it happened I crossed a beautiful damsel
Out in the universe, the ever best creation by GOD
As out paths crossed, our eyes crossed
And once again I was not myself
But there is no stairway to heaven, with sunrays spreading
I have to work again for yet another romantic evening...
It was inkling of yet another romantic evening
Doing the usual thing, I again forget the date
And started walking into the dreams’ gate
So it happened I crossed a beautiful damsel
Out in the universe, the ever best creation by GOD
As out paths crossed, our eyes crossed
And once again I was not myself
But there is no stairway to heaven, with sunrays spreading
I have to work again for yet another romantic evening...
Monday, September 26, 2011
My Two Bosses
In a job, one always has a boss,
The boss is always a combination of sweet and sour sauce.
Since I am special, I have a pair of boss,
It’s an excellent combination of tomato and chilly sauce.
One is black, the other is white,
One is crazy, another is bright.
One drives scooter, other drives bike,
One opines for stability, other speaks for hike.
One talks Biology, other speaks computer,
To compare them, I don’t have a common parameter.
For all the dissimilarities, similarity is the cause,
Same as me, both of them have a pair of boss.
They are same as they both like to chat,
It’s a rare combination of fit and fat.
One is black as it is night,
One is moon as it is white.
Doing a job is just obey your boss,
To obey whom I always need to toss.
Tossing once is fine, but twice is a tedious job,
Better get back to work and be a part of the mob.
The boss is always a combination of sweet and sour sauce.
Since I am special, I have a pair of boss,
It’s an excellent combination of tomato and chilly sauce.
One is black, the other is white,
One is crazy, another is bright.
One drives scooter, other drives bike,
One opines for stability, other speaks for hike.
One talks Biology, other speaks computer,
To compare them, I don’t have a common parameter.
For all the dissimilarities, similarity is the cause,
Same as me, both of them have a pair of boss.
They are same as they both like to chat,
It’s a rare combination of fit and fat.
One is black as it is night,
One is moon as it is white.
Doing a job is just obey your boss,
To obey whom I always need to toss.
Tossing once is fine, but twice is a tedious job,
Better get back to work and be a part of the mob.
Saturday, September 17, 2011
SPACEBAR
The Spacebar of Life
These days, our keyboards seem to hold the keys to life itself. Each key mirrors a part of our journey—Delete for memories we wish to erase, Control for the things we want but fail to manage, Shift for the next level we crave, and Pause for those moments we dream of freezing in time.
But while cleaning my keyboard today, one key stood out—the Spacebar. The biggest key, unmarked, and yet the most used. Why so much space for “space”?
At first, I laughed at the thought: maybe the makers felt guilty for not printing anything on it and overcompensated by making it huge. But then, I pressed my “illogical” key…
Space. Bar.
Two words. Space—the invisible thing we all crave: in relationships, at work, in our minds. And Bar—the level we constantly strive to raise.
Suddenly, it all made sense.
Space isn’t just property or the universe; it’s the pause between action and reaction, the silent gap that gives meaning to life. But often, we overcrowd this space—by stepping into others’ or losing our own. And when that happens, I head to my favorite bar… not just the one that serves drinks, but the one where I quietly raise my own bar.
Because in the end, all I need is simple:
A little space and a worthy bar to raise.
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Saturday, September 3, 2011
i dreamt
Once again I had a very long dream
But without her, it was cake without cream
She in my dreams means a lot to me
As nothing is visible other than thee
So many dreams in so many nights
Enlightened with romantic love lights
Don’t wake me up, it is love utopia
But cupid! Why it is a vague nausea
Still it is better than real time
She is mine, as accepting truth is lime
When this dream will come true
When my heart’s way will be through
But if it not happens, then I’ll dream
As cake is not in fortune, let it be cream
But without her, it was cake without cream
She in my dreams means a lot to me
As nothing is visible other than thee
So many dreams in so many nights
Enlightened with romantic love lights
Don’t wake me up, it is love utopia
But cupid! Why it is a vague nausea
Still it is better than real time
She is mine, as accepting truth is lime
When this dream will come true
When my heart’s way will be through
But if it not happens, then I’ll dream
As cake is not in fortune, let it be cream
Friday, August 5, 2011
Suddenly Yours
Prior to that moment, Life was as always.
Dreams n sleeps in night, Work n eat in days.
But that sunny morning, Moon was on full swings.
I was off the Earth, flying with unusual wings.
As I was stepping out of my dreams' gate.
An ultra-romantic piano played my fate.
Those few strings, fabricate thoughts of yours.
And trespassing all realities, I was Suddenly Yours.
Post that moment, Life was never the same.
As the moment, gifted me a beautiful name.
Reastically, to be suddenly yours was very unrealistic.
But the way it happened was very very fantastic.
I wish, I could wish for this moment to repeat.
With new name, making my life more sweet......
This all happens, if you are wasting your life was something, is Suddenly Yours, and the some thing has brought everything to your life.
Dreams n sleeps in night, Work n eat in days.
But that sunny morning, Moon was on full swings.
I was off the Earth, flying with unusual wings.
As I was stepping out of my dreams' gate.
An ultra-romantic piano played my fate.
Those few strings, fabricate thoughts of yours.
And trespassing all realities, I was Suddenly Yours.
Post that moment, Life was never the same.
As the moment, gifted me a beautiful name.
Reastically, to be suddenly yours was very unrealistic.
But the way it happened was very very fantastic.
I wish, I could wish for this moment to repeat.
With new name, making my life more sweet......
This all happens, if you are wasting your life was something, is Suddenly Yours, and the some thing has brought everything to your life.
Friday, July 22, 2011
register a complaint
The landline is not working since morning that’s what my mom told me when I reached home after yet another hectic Monday of my life. Monday could have been a bit better if it had not followed the Sunday. I studied Physics in 1996 but the theory of relativity still doesn’t leave me. The poor Monday is always abused by all of us for no fault of his. Anyways that is the case with most of us, blamed for everything and appreciated for nothing.
So while leaving for office on Tuesday, I promised my mom to put up a complaint for the landline. But another day at work and that too full of chaos, and I missed to register the complaint.
Well this word has become a part of life these days, the gap between the expectations and the deliverables is increasing day by day thus increasing the complaining attitude of all of us. Complaining is becoming more of an attribute rather than attitude.
Long time back I learned the difference between concern and issue but it seems the gravity of things these days starts in complaining mode only.
We complain for and from every possible aspect ... If something did not happen, if happened then why ... even if how or if nothing else then why not.
Well my landline is still not working and I am yet to register a complaint. An unexpected assignment kept me busy for full Wednesday and I missed to do it again. I always complain that the work is so boring though I forget the everyday unexpected excitement of it. My mom is intelligent enough to skip me for the day.
So Thursday morning I asked her to take the initiative (very encouraging word for our management people who always wants to take it every day irrespective of the odds) and register the complaint herself. Later in the day I learned that she tried a lot but could not beat the idiotic IVR system and register the complaint. She kept on dialling 1, 2, and 3 but without reaching the cause.
I have always loved Friday for its so called proximity to Sunday although there is havoc Saturday in between. So while leaving in a good mood I asked my mom to remind me during the day and I would register the complaint immediately. Somehow the day didn’t start well and when my mom called I was already agitated and said I have a complaint against myself where do I register and kept the phone down.
When I reached home, I didn’t say anything and went straight to my room but my mom followed to thank for registering the complaint as the landline was working. The frustrated land line started on its own. So is it like that there are things in the world that works on their own or the patience or the ignorance worked for me but my own complaint still remains unanswered ...
I want to register a complaint against myself.
Where do I go ...
So while leaving for office on Tuesday, I promised my mom to put up a complaint for the landline. But another day at work and that too full of chaos, and I missed to register the complaint.
Well this word has become a part of life these days, the gap between the expectations and the deliverables is increasing day by day thus increasing the complaining attitude of all of us. Complaining is becoming more of an attribute rather than attitude.
Long time back I learned the difference between concern and issue but it seems the gravity of things these days starts in complaining mode only.
We complain for and from every possible aspect ... If something did not happen, if happened then why ... even if how or if nothing else then why not.
Well my landline is still not working and I am yet to register a complaint. An unexpected assignment kept me busy for full Wednesday and I missed to do it again. I always complain that the work is so boring though I forget the everyday unexpected excitement of it. My mom is intelligent enough to skip me for the day.
So Thursday morning I asked her to take the initiative (very encouraging word for our management people who always wants to take it every day irrespective of the odds) and register the complaint herself. Later in the day I learned that she tried a lot but could not beat the idiotic IVR system and register the complaint. She kept on dialling 1, 2, and 3 but without reaching the cause.
I have always loved Friday for its so called proximity to Sunday although there is havoc Saturday in between. So while leaving in a good mood I asked my mom to remind me during the day and I would register the complaint immediately. Somehow the day didn’t start well and when my mom called I was already agitated and said I have a complaint against myself where do I register and kept the phone down.
When I reached home, I didn’t say anything and went straight to my room but my mom followed to thank for registering the complaint as the landline was working. The frustrated land line started on its own. So is it like that there are things in the world that works on their own or the patience or the ignorance worked for me but my own complaint still remains unanswered ...
I want to register a complaint against myself.
Where do I go ...
Friday, July 15, 2011
The Smoker's Delight
The air just got thicker, as I started loving my ciggu ... and then ... main zindagi ka saath nibhaata chala gaya, har fikr ko dhue mein udata chala gaya ... really don’t know whether the song was written for my ciggu but it really suits her.
Fools are those who say smoking ... i say loving my ciggu...
Smoking is injurious to health, indeed very injurious but only a smoker can describe a smoker’s delight. Delight will be underestimation of my ciggu, may be ecstasy - hell and heaven or earth.
Apart from all the logical reasons of impact of smoking on senses, there are several illogical reasons that can never be defined in black or white. Please don’t go back to re-read illogical ... yes this is exactly an after-effect of my ciggu ... you can be actually logical to identify illogical.
However being a passionate smoker I would like to smoke a few.
Smoking is a slow killer, indeed but who wants to die faster. Lot of people say love is a slow poison but still die to taste the poison.
I am very passionate about smoking but it is only the love made me realise the love ... excess of anything is bad so it applies here as well, I play only one stick a day.
Doing anything out of frustration is not fruitful so does smoking so I always do it before I am frustrated ... though I happen to overdo it when I am elated ... I see a lot of people doing it when they are tensed and hence don’t even have the joy of it ... I emphasise joy not pleasure.
There is something to cheer for the love lost ones ... not aware who penned it ... bewafa sanam se cigarette achi hai dil jalati hai magar hothon se to lagti hai....
Somehow the dark character of life pumps the smoking giant within, but nothing wrong as we all live a dual life, so live that part as well.
The actualization of thrills of life happens with the cigarette between your fingertips ... for that moment you rule the world.
Smoking in the bed is just height of elation ... I leave the rest to imagination...
Smoking ... is at its best when you do it just after getting up and before waking up ... don’t know whether it is healthier or not but if you toke before the morning brush, it tastes very tasty.
What else than the smoking also increases the effectiveness of breathing exercise ... the inhale and exhale exercise just getting interesting with my ciggu ...
Smoking is not biased for gender however there are lighter versions for brighter sex but the same gets more interesting while smoking the harder ones...
Then there is beedi ... probably the hindi version of my ciggu... high on nicotine and nick named as poor man’s cigarette.
I find the dog’s end as the tastier part of my ciggu but fail to understand why it is being referred to the dog’s end.
As naturally to my likings to filtered things ... one of my ciggu I don’t like is the one without filter ... I really don’t the unnecessary hardness of it.
I could have smoked all my life... until I realised that it contains a chemical that boost the dopamine level in brain, which calms the brain and reduces the aggression ... reduction in aggression may reduce my passion for ciggu... hence I rather reduced the affection.
I will sign off saying – the last cigarette is your best cigarette as sooner or later everyone stops smoking, as either you leave the ciggu or the life leaves you.
Fools are those who say smoking ... i say loving my ciggu...
Smoking is injurious to health, indeed very injurious but only a smoker can describe a smoker’s delight. Delight will be underestimation of my ciggu, may be ecstasy - hell and heaven or earth.
Apart from all the logical reasons of impact of smoking on senses, there are several illogical reasons that can never be defined in black or white. Please don’t go back to re-read illogical ... yes this is exactly an after-effect of my ciggu ... you can be actually logical to identify illogical.
However being a passionate smoker I would like to smoke a few.
Smoking is a slow killer, indeed but who wants to die faster. Lot of people say love is a slow poison but still die to taste the poison.
I am very passionate about smoking but it is only the love made me realise the love ... excess of anything is bad so it applies here as well, I play only one stick a day.
Doing anything out of frustration is not fruitful so does smoking so I always do it before I am frustrated ... though I happen to overdo it when I am elated ... I see a lot of people doing it when they are tensed and hence don’t even have the joy of it ... I emphasise joy not pleasure.
There is something to cheer for the love lost ones ... not aware who penned it ... bewafa sanam se cigarette achi hai dil jalati hai magar hothon se to lagti hai....
Somehow the dark character of life pumps the smoking giant within, but nothing wrong as we all live a dual life, so live that part as well.
The actualization of thrills of life happens with the cigarette between your fingertips ... for that moment you rule the world.
Smoking in the bed is just height of elation ... I leave the rest to imagination...
Smoking ... is at its best when you do it just after getting up and before waking up ... don’t know whether it is healthier or not but if you toke before the morning brush, it tastes very tasty.
What else than the smoking also increases the effectiveness of breathing exercise ... the inhale and exhale exercise just getting interesting with my ciggu ...
Smoking is not biased for gender however there are lighter versions for brighter sex but the same gets more interesting while smoking the harder ones...
Then there is beedi ... probably the hindi version of my ciggu... high on nicotine and nick named as poor man’s cigarette.
I find the dog’s end as the tastier part of my ciggu but fail to understand why it is being referred to the dog’s end.
As naturally to my likings to filtered things ... one of my ciggu I don’t like is the one without filter ... I really don’t the unnecessary hardness of it.
I could have smoked all my life... until I realised that it contains a chemical that boost the dopamine level in brain, which calms the brain and reduces the aggression ... reduction in aggression may reduce my passion for ciggu... hence I rather reduced the affection.
I will sign off saying – the last cigarette is your best cigarette as sooner or later everyone stops smoking, as either you leave the ciggu or the life leaves you.
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Changing the Change
I have changed so as you
But the relations are not new
The late you discover someone
The more you cherish for that one
Realization is a gradual process
At different stages in different poses
Change should always be welcome
Just to cherish not to mention
Change always brings change in life
Brings a lot of synergy along with jife
Inside the story, there lies a fact
Different changes are dealt with different tact
Important is to accept everything
Grab the useful and leave something
Change is indication of another change
As nothing is permanent except change
But the relations are not new
The late you discover someone
The more you cherish for that one
Realization is a gradual process
At different stages in different poses
Change should always be welcome
Just to cherish not to mention
Change always brings change in life
Brings a lot of synergy along with jife
Inside the story, there lies a fact
Different changes are dealt with different tact
Important is to accept everything
Grab the useful and leave something
Change is indication of another change
As nothing is permanent except change
Monday, June 6, 2011
Why Should I Love You?????
Why should I love you? Let me count the reason.
You are evergreen, winter, summer or any season.
I love the depths of your thought.
Even before I think, I always get caught.
I love the warmth of your physical presence.
Even in your absence I feel your essence.
I love your right smile and left dimple.
Be it any complication, you just make it simple.
I love your drop-dead gorgeous eyes and irresistible smile.
Your undying faith in me makes me feel worthwhile.
I love three of us, u me and our romance.
Dim Lights, soft music and a magical trance.
I love you for being together and your intelligence.
For falling in love with me is a matter of prudence.
You are evergreen, winter, summer or any season.
I love the depths of your thought.
Even before I think, I always get caught.
I love the warmth of your physical presence.
Even in your absence I feel your essence.
I love your right smile and left dimple.
Be it any complication, you just make it simple.
I love your drop-dead gorgeous eyes and irresistible smile.
Your undying faith in me makes me feel worthwhile.
I love three of us, u me and our romance.
Dim Lights, soft music and a magical trance.
I love you for being together and your intelligence.
For falling in love with me is a matter of prudence.
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Your Eyes - My Mystery
The most mysterious part is your eyes
I wonder why it can’t be as clear as ice
It always asks for my attention
Leaving you for my retention
It always has a penetrating effect on me
Small aspect but much effective than thee
The more I know the more is the mystery
C’mon solve your eyes’ chemistry
The way they express, widens my imagination
How can I discover them to get my satisfaction?
They always carry a ray of hope of me
Generates my sixth sense, earlier I only use to see
Lot of doubts making me restless
But still I can smell the togetherness
Now I should terminate discussing the mystery
As it would just add another chapter to history
I wonder why it can’t be as clear as ice
It always asks for my attention
Leaving you for my retention
It always has a penetrating effect on me
Small aspect but much effective than thee
The more I know the more is the mystery
C’mon solve your eyes’ chemistry
The way they express, widens my imagination
How can I discover them to get my satisfaction?
They always carry a ray of hope of me
Generates my sixth sense, earlier I only use to see
Lot of doubts making me restless
But still I can smell the togetherness
Now I should terminate discussing the mystery
As it would just add another chapter to history
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