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.
Saturday, December 31, 2011
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
Keyboard these days happens to be our key to life and somehow the keys are already dictating different aspects of our life, like the function keys, pause, delete and I am personally waiting for action of the insert key or may be enter key ... of a new key in life. I seldom find time to check sensible things or maybe I have too much time for no-sense items. And this time it is keyboard and I was really flabbergasted today when I was cleaning it in detail and had a detailed view of the different keys. I found a lot of similarities with the life, it rather have keys for life. Like I have always thought of having a delete key in my mind to delete a few memories, bad or may be not good or not at all required. There are things in life which I always want to control but miss this control key. I always pray for life to shift to the next level. In my dreams I always use the pause key to pause the moment of my life. Then just coming back to reality I realise hitting one key too often and that key also appears to be the biggest key on the keyboard – SPACEBAR.
Even after lot of brain storming (what people do to take managerial decision, I do it often) I could not think of some intelligent reason (though the reason for it is different as I don’t have the intelligent key in me) for spacebar occupying so much of space on the keyboard.
The funniest reason I thought is as it is the only key which doesn’t have any mark on it so the maker compensated it by giving it extra space but still too much space for compensation.
By then the complete cleaning was done and enough time was given for search of logical reason of too much space for spacebar.
So finally I started thinking backwards... and pressed my illogical key...
And I hit it immediately ... it is a combination of two words. Space and Bar ... the same space which these days everyone cry for and my favourite bar ... I know I have been miss-read again but here bar is the level... the bar which we always strive to raise.
Now I am able to relate it more effectively why this key has the maximum space on the keyboard.
I know this space is getting costlier by everyday with rise in property prices and the space of universe if going out of reach as I look skywards. But the space is more critical when I refer to the space which is invisible; the space in relationships ... personal or professional ... though I have a different concern as I have very limited space at my workstation in office.
The space has so much of space in itself that sometimes it is difficult to manage it. The space is silent and speechless but yet it is very meaningful.
I feel we only need to manage and control the space between action and reaction to breathe ease in life. But so often we are out of our own space that we create ruckus in others’ space. Few like me are so much lost in our own space and are always caught unaware and then I head for a bar ... to raise the bar.
Immediate thought pops all the seven senses, bar has actually got different meanings ... I realised only after going to my favourite bar. I barred the thought of thinking about anyone behind the bars; I rather will offer him a chocolate bar and propose to raise his bar.
We are always in our space which is the biggest bar to understand other’s space and hence we all always find bars in between us.
We all live under pressure of one hidden bar which constantly pressurises us in our own space to increase our own bar, achieve it and increase again.
I myself just love the bar-tender who let me in my own peaceful space and forget my bar...
A small and peaceful Space and a healthy and tempting Bar that is all I need to live.
Even after lot of brain storming (what people do to take managerial decision, I do it often) I could not think of some intelligent reason (though the reason for it is different as I don’t have the intelligent key in me) for spacebar occupying so much of space on the keyboard.
The funniest reason I thought is as it is the only key which doesn’t have any mark on it so the maker compensated it by giving it extra space but still too much space for compensation.
By then the complete cleaning was done and enough time was given for search of logical reason of too much space for spacebar.
So finally I started thinking backwards... and pressed my illogical key...
And I hit it immediately ... it is a combination of two words. Space and Bar ... the same space which these days everyone cry for and my favourite bar ... I know I have been miss-read again but here bar is the level... the bar which we always strive to raise.
Now I am able to relate it more effectively why this key has the maximum space on the keyboard.
I know this space is getting costlier by everyday with rise in property prices and the space of universe if going out of reach as I look skywards. But the space is more critical when I refer to the space which is invisible; the space in relationships ... personal or professional ... though I have a different concern as I have very limited space at my workstation in office.
The space has so much of space in itself that sometimes it is difficult to manage it. The space is silent and speechless but yet it is very meaningful.
I feel we only need to manage and control the space between action and reaction to breathe ease in life. But so often we are out of our own space that we create ruckus in others’ space. Few like me are so much lost in our own space and are always caught unaware and then I head for a bar ... to raise the bar.
Immediate thought pops all the seven senses, bar has actually got different meanings ... I realised only after going to my favourite bar. I barred the thought of thinking about anyone behind the bars; I rather will offer him a chocolate bar and propose to raise his bar.
We are always in our space which is the biggest bar to understand other’s space and hence we all always find bars in between us.
We all live under pressure of one hidden bar which constantly pressurises us in our own space to increase our own bar, achieve it and increase again.
I myself just love the bar-tender who let me in my own peaceful space and forget my bar...
A small and peaceful Space and a healthy and tempting Bar that is all I need to live.
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
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Cigarette Smoking is Injurious to Health
I was a child when my dad used to smoke
I wasn’t aware that it makes your lungs choke
At that time only, I decided to taste it one day
But I didn’t decide to give up away
Neither in frustration, nor in tension
But without any reason to mention
As once you give a reason for it
Reason repeats itself for the sake of it
But now he has left smoking
It gives me a big knocking
I thought it is tough to get out, once you get in
But once you decide, you can throw it into dustbin
I am not against smoking
But it should not be for taking
It’s not a big waste of your wealth
But Cigarette Smoking is Injurious to Health
I wasn’t aware that it makes your lungs choke
At that time only, I decided to taste it one day
But I didn’t decide to give up away
Neither in frustration, nor in tension
But without any reason to mention
As once you give a reason for it
Reason repeats itself for the sake of it
But now he has left smoking
It gives me a big knocking
I thought it is tough to get out, once you get in
But once you decide, you can throw it into dustbin
I am not against smoking
But it should not be for taking
It’s not a big waste of your wealth
But Cigarette Smoking is Injurious to Health
Monday, March 28, 2011
Comparing You With War
If I compare you with war
I like you as you are
Comparing warheads with your eyes
Former one explodes later one exploit
Comparing ammunitions with your arms
Former cause destruction later makes warm
Comparing your heart with warfare
Former is mine later requires dare
Nothing to compare with your hair
As in war, there is nothing so glare
Comparing war strategies with your behavior
Former is negative later is of a savior
Comparing soldiers with your relative
Former are stupid later are cooperative
War has always been the part of history
But you always seem to be a mystery
So better not to compare you with war
And like you as you are
I like you as you are
Comparing warheads with your eyes
Former one explodes later one exploit
Comparing ammunitions with your arms
Former cause destruction later makes warm
Comparing your heart with warfare
Former is mine later requires dare
Nothing to compare with your hair
As in war, there is nothing so glare
Comparing war strategies with your behavior
Former is negative later is of a savior
Comparing soldiers with your relative
Former are stupid later are cooperative
War has always been the part of history
But you always seem to be a mystery
So better not to compare you with war
And like you as you are
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Love Message Via Someone
I love a girl worse like hell
For whom I’d rise but not fell
I think I m crazy like hell
Somebody should go and ring her bell
Let her know who am I
So that she should not shy
Do something in the love direction
Bring out my heart’s satisfaction
I know she would be mine
In night the sun will shine
Ten will be smaller than nine
Somebody would be the grapevine
Who’s the person I don’t know
He is the arrow of my bow
Can a single do this job?
Otherwise I will request a mob
Oh god! Please help me out
Do something or I’ll shout?
Come on baby come out of the shell
I love u darling
I love u like hell
For whom I’d rise but not fell
I think I m crazy like hell
Somebody should go and ring her bell
Let her know who am I
So that she should not shy
Do something in the love direction
Bring out my heart’s satisfaction
I know she would be mine
In night the sun will shine
Ten will be smaller than nine
Somebody would be the grapevine
Who’s the person I don’t know
He is the arrow of my bow
Can a single do this job?
Otherwise I will request a mob
Oh god! Please help me out
Do something or I’ll shout?
Come on baby come out of the shell
I love u darling
I love u like hell
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Impromptu Inferences
Hey all, here’s a real story from me that I think many of you will relate to. It’s about a railway journey, which might sound a bit unusual these days since many of us travel by air. But hopefully, this will take you down memory lane to the days of long train rides, packed with luggage, books, and snacks to keep us busy.
It all starts with reserving your berth, which feels like preparing for an exam. If you get a confirmed ticket, you’re golden; otherwise, you’re stuck waiting for a result. Well, 26 days in advance, I booked my seat, and the verdict was in at 2:30 PM on the internet for my 5:30 PM train—I passed! A confirmed seat, but I didn’t score the top spot; I was seat 4. F30 (Female, age 30) had the first berth, an uncle at 2, and Captain Saab at 3, making it seem like we had a balanced little group.
As I boarded late, Captain Saab was already ahead, helping F30 with her luggage, setting the tone for what was about to unfold. F30, a charming Punjabi girl from Delhi, soon caught everyone’s attention. Cute face, athletic build, and a ponytail, she was full of life, chatting away on her phone with total expressions. She was loud, and no one dared to speak until her signal dropped. Once the phone went silent, it was time for the rest of us to interact.
I had underestimated the group dynamic—Captain Saab had already scored a point, but Uncle soon took the lead. Uncle, a human encyclopedia, asked everyone about their lives and even got the chaiwala talking, scoring us free tea in the process. Then, he predicted the train’s exact arrival time at Delhi and fixed the charger socket, scoring two more points effortlessly. Uncle was an all-rounder.
Captain Saab, trying to keep up, took out a romantic novel, which caught F30’s attention, earning him a second point when she praised his taste in books. But Uncle, the underdog, wasn’t thrilled with the romantic novel angle.
As for me, I was yet to score. I wanted to impress, show that there was no competition at all. Then I got a message. As I checked my phone, F30 asked if the network was back, and I nodded, thinking I could finally strike up a conversation with her. But before I could say anything, she checked her own phone and was back on another call—this time, softer, telling someone, “Only a few days left, and I’ll be all yours.”
Uncle took this as his cue to rest, complaining about back pain. Captain Saab went back to his notes. And me? Well, I decided to write this down to share with all of you.
-- Read Wise & Otherwise by Sudha Murthy recently, there she talks about a theory and conversation. May call it an empirical formula. Quantitatively, 'conversation' is inversely proportional to economic standing, very true with train journeys. Refer book review - https://mydiversepages.blogspot.com/2024/10/wise.html
#RailwayJourney #TravelDiaries #TrainTravels #Nostalgia #FellowPassengers #FunOnTheTracks #IndianRailways
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
i was lost
The feeling was more terrifying than any nightmare I’ve ever had. I was searching for an open door, but there wasn’t even a door to find, leaving me utterly confused. It was like being lost in a dense, black night that refused to reveal any answers. But then I remembered my last moment on Earth—discovering the most communicative feature created by God—two crystal clear lakes. Now, don’t be mistaken, I wasn’t sitting by a mountain or the ocean. I wasn’t feeling lonely either, just perplexed.
Yes, two crystal clear lakes. It was in that moment that I met an angel in human disguise. Her face didn’t matter, for I was captivated by her glistening eyes. Nothing else existed, as if the world had lost all its life. But then, with a rush of blood through my head, a sweet realization dawned on me. Back on Earth, I had asked for the sky and was gifted a sky full of stars, alongside a beautiful moon.
Returning to where I was lost again—those two crystal clear lakes, her deep blue eyes. They seemed crafted specially for this beautiful damsel. I was flabbergasted, wondering why people chase the moon and Mars when they already have another world right here. A world of peace and love, where no words are needed because communication flows through the eyes. This is a world where love and passion are shared without speaking. What a beautiful thought!
But just as I was basking in this newfound serenity, my pussycat jumped in and—oh my God—rudely snapped me out of the dream. What an abrupt end to such a beautiful fantasy!
#Dreamscape #BeautifulEyes #PhilanthropicThoughts #PeaceAndLove #FantasyWorld #DeepConnection #SilentCommunication #DreamsAndRealities #MagicalMoments #EyesThatSpeak #LostInAWorld #Serenity #UnexpectedEnd
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