Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Sankalp

थकी नहीं मछुआरे की आखें,
ताकते समन्दर की गहराईयों को,
बैठता था वो हर रोज़ देखने,
तैरती मछलियों की सरमायिओं को...

Thursday, November 3, 2011

A Helping Hand

A recent report stated that about 15 people in India kill themselves every hour. Financial difficulties, tension over you boyfriend, tension over your girlfriend(hardly), debts, cheating, scandal, theft: the reasons are many, but the result is the same - Loss of a valuable entity from the world. While most of us condemn the act, there are some who support it by stating "If one has the right to live, he/she should have the right to die". Opinions are many and varied, but the pain of the loss is still excruciating.

Monday, October 24, 2011

Life's Tasty Philosophy


When we come to this world, we are possessed with a large, cauldron called the Brain. Over the period that lasts a complete lifetime, we pour memories in the cauldron and keep stirring them to prepare a dish that will be worthy enough to sip, while lying comfortably on our deathbeds.

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

'Faith: A Childish Superstition'

'Oh no no no no... no no,' ranted the stout man pointing towards the clock on the wall as if he had seen a monster. 'Who told you to hang the clock on this wall? It's the Southern wall and this clock here can cause great misfortune and most certainly, a death. Move it to any other wall except for the southern. Ram-ram-ram. Highly inauspicious.'
The pundit wore a Kurta and a Dhoti, so white that he looked like a brand ambassador for Tide washing powder. He continued to scrutinize each and every element in the room, watching suspiciously at even the smallest of things - the door knob, the nail on the wall, the hair on the floor, even an ant crawling up on the wall carrying a piece of rice. The middle-aged woman, most interestedly, looked at the pundit as if he were the reincarnation of her most sacred deity. Her son, however, looked perplexed and vexed by the unwanted visitor who was finding faults in every corner of his room.

Saturday, October 1, 2011

'Do you know what is Kutta?'

The clock in the workshop struck 9. The clock was right above the entrance gate. Every Monday at 9 o'clock, the hour hand and the minute hand came perpendicular to each other, marking the start of a very boring couple of hours. The workshop was manned by a South-Indian foreman, who liked to call himself a Lecturer. His south-Indian accent and Veerappan-like bushy mustache, with only the ends chopped off, made him look like 'George of the jungle' whose sole purpose was to make fire. Jagga was a disciplinarian and demanded absolute punctuality during his classes. It was Monday again and he expected no different from his workers(students).

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

24th April, 2014

The two had heard the news and waited patiently for their new cellmate. They were the happiest prisoners of them all - the only two who were kept in this lavish-looking, glass-walled prison. Resting at peace, on their gilded beds covered with red, silk bed-sheets, they waited the whole day. The day before, they learnt about the possible arrival of someone they have heard about and envied, for the past 5 years. The two talked about how one of them had arrived exactly 5 years ago on this very day. All three of them were attached to a common thread - a common friend. Today was his 41st birthday. The two had no cake to celebrate but they were getting the best return gift in the form of the new entrant.

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Metropolitan to 'Metro-pollutan'



Note: This article was originally published in The Viewspaper. Click here to read the original article.

It has been over half an hour since I have been standing in the queue. I have left 7 metro trains and still just managed to reach half the distance where I started from.
"Please do not push the passengers while boarding and de-boarding the train"

Monday, August 22, 2011

The Moony Mughal

He stood in a majestic meadow,
the distant cow moo-ed,
the sun kissed the horizon,
and watched the birds brood

With an artistic swish,
the brush drew another cow,
the painter dabbed on his palette,
and poked himself in the brow.

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Play in the Hay, Until you get your Way!

One fateful day,
I read the Editorial page,
"Are you doing what you love?"
full of experienced deliberation and rage.

I asked myself the same question,
an array of thoughts stood in queue,
outside my mind for the doors to open,
"What do I want to do?"

Daily doses of comfort,
made me lazy,
For, procrastination had no bail,
so I got out of the bitter barn,
to play in the hay.

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Writing is on the Wall

The first drops of rain,
the smell of grass,
I rock on my armchair,
penning down that freshness.

The summer sun scorches,
dead silence in the streets,
I sit under a shady tree,
penning down that calmness.

The spring, the blossom
the winter, the autumn,
I sit beside my Incense Stick,
penning down that turbulence.

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

CyberReal


They just finished watching one of the funniest horror-movies - Veerana. One legendary dialogue got them both, laughing their guts out for almost an hour, till they decided this was the maximum they can laugh before literally bursting out. The hero was calmly sipping his whiskey inside his, while the seductress witch climbed on to him slowly and gradually. The hero, resembling 'Vishwamitra', didn't budge to the 'Menaka' like witch and with all the scripted charm in him, he said:


"Tum to mere jism se aise lipat rahi ho, jaise chandan ke ped se koi naagin lipat jaati hai"
("You are wrapping yourself around me just like a snake wraps around a sandalwood tree.")

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Muy Coronita, Muy Bonita


There I was, pacing down a busy lane in Connaught Place. She was waiting for me. After all, I was running late. How could I have been so stupid to forget the time. It was 10 minutes to 10 and the maddening rush grew stronger in my head and in my pace. I couldn't afford to lose her this time. It was my last night in the town and how I wish we spent it together.

The crowd was too much for my liking. I wanted to walk with my shoulders broad, but instead I was forced to tilt and scooch to make way for the hurried mob, who by the way, seemed like they wanted to get to her before me and steal her away. "No body can  take her away from me"- said the frowning, paranoid Me. But, I could see it now, the place we had decided to meet-up. It was right in front of me. I ran the last few steps and rushed inside the Restro-bar hoping she would still be there and would have saved me a seat.

Thursday, June 23, 2011

The Human Romance - The Gadget Hour


I write this with my heart, full of remorse and gratitude towards all those I have killed with my own bare hands. I was sitting on my armchair with an almost exploding beer tummy after having the best drink-n-dine ever. The only thing I could have done was to move my fingers around. That's exactly what killed them.

Monday, June 13, 2011

Perpetual Motion Man of the First Kind

  • Perpetual - Continuing forever or indefinitely
  • Perpetual Motion - Motion that continues indefinitely without any external source of energy
  • Perpetual Motion Machine - A machine that can continue to do work indefinitely without drawing energy from some external source.

All of the above are 'Hypothetical' or 'Impossible'. Because Mr. Thermodynamics says so.
  • Perpetual Motion Man - A man that can continue to work indefinitely without drawing salary from some source of income ( ?? )

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

A Handsome Smile

Rocking the armchair
the room was dark
back and forth
she seemed rather cark

Engulfed in the silence
she enjoyed her little home-jail
the newspaper fell by her side
she continued chewing each nail

Sunday, June 5, 2011

Ping Pong Philosophy


This other day, I played the most "thought-inspiring" game (friendly of-course) of my life. I was just mixed with too many thoughts which collided inside my mind like when a paint-ball bullet smashes into a soft peach and goes "Shhplashhh!"

So, I was in the mid of this Table Tennis game and the ball volleyed continuously. Back and forth. Back and forth. All of a sudden. Lightning bolt. Light bulb shines. Philosophy galore.

Saturday, May 28, 2011

"Yes...you look alright !!"


The next station stops by
half of india standing bored
an extraordinary girl squeezes in
stands by me on-board

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

I mean ... What?!?


The goal was near, the through pass was no less than awesome, the forward, who looked no less than Andre the Giant, was attacking with menace. But the south-indian goalkeeper was upto his mark. Andre shoots and South-indian saves!! And then it happened. Andre's team mate felt a lot of emotion all of a sudden. He looks in utter bewilderment at his surroundings.

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

ONE's Personality Too Many



ONE is a normal guy. Some call him a Boy - the way he talks. Some call him a Man - the way he looks. A goof by default, ONE does have a few moments of seriousness where he can sneak in a talk or two, that can demand deliberation. Alas! He has built such a "bad reputation" that his musings itself become his well-publicized jesters.

Sunday, May 1, 2011

O' Sweet Celluloid


  • How hard should it be to watch movies non-stop the whole day?
  • Can one be patient enough?
  • Can there be quality enough?
  • Can it be worth wasting one's 'Outdoorsy' time on an activity so meek that it can actually give one, a head-ache?
My back and head are numb. My laptop is hotter than the Sun. Yet, the greed and desire to watch more resembles the prehensile tail of dog, say, Scooby-Doo.
The movie fest began this morning -

--SPOILER ALERT--

Friday, April 22, 2011

Roving Vagabonds


I have been thinking of maintaining a separate Travel-blog for the places I have been to and those I will be to. Live the Vagabond Adventures again with us and with the photographs. I wish I have an SLR someday and can truly call it a Photo-blog instead of a Travel-blog :-)

Ladies and Gentlemen,
Presenting: Roving Vagabonds

Monday, April 18, 2011

Wednesday Night Fusion


It was a holiday on Thursday and there was nothing that could have turned my Weary Wednesday into a Wonderful one. But, then came Ustad Niladri Kumar with his Zitar and the WAVES and pulses he generated were enough to blow off my or as a matter of fact any fusion lover's mind.





Date:             13th april, 2011
Venue:           Kamani Auditorium, New Delhi
Occasion:      WAVES Musical Concert





Friday, April 15, 2011

An Embarrassing Profession





It's a business you go into because you're an egocentric. It's a very embarrassing profession.

- Katherine Hepburn

Saturday, March 19, 2011

Thank You



Dear New-born Me,
THANK YOU (TY) for not having any expectations from this world. I have too many now.

Dear Kindergartener Me,
TY for learning the alphabets. I really appreciate it when I use them in my abuses.

Friday, March 4, 2011

Impulsive Cerebration


Did it ever occur to you that the daily, trivial conversations you hear or get involved in, may actually have a deep-rooted meaning to it?
That if you think diligently, you are more involved in the SYSTEM of 'Conversationalists' and turn a blind eye to the SURROUNDINGS of 'Interpretors' ?

Thursday, March 3, 2011

An Urban Trek : Manger-bani


All this while, when we were bored and tired of our monotonous Jobs, all we wanted to do is to get up one morning, grab a bottle of water and a camera, and head towards some mountain. Climb up to its top and 'REFLECT', as my friend Swamy would say. "REFLECT about our lives !!"
Having lived my whole life in Delhi, never have I thought of such a beautiful and serene place as the Village of Manger. Being the part of a city that is notorious for its....
  • High levels of Pollution
  • Population density
  • Crimes against Women,
...the village of Manger is a nice getaway from the busy life. Not just the village, but what it has in store for you - A lush green forest named BANI (pronounced as 'Bunny'). Stretched over 100 hectares, it is an offshoot ridge of the Aravalli Hills (Rajasthan). They say Mangerbani is a virgin forest where not a single sapling has ever been planted or destroyed.

Thursday, February 24, 2011

I DO love cricket - it's so very English


On the Traditional
"I DO love cricket - it's so very English" - A quote by Sarah Bernhardt, a french actress of the 19th century. (What? 19th century? French Women and cricket? Women and cricket? Women and sports?....Hallelujah!)

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

3 Sections of an Engineer's life


Note: This post is not for People who have been a nerd or fully focussed through out their lives. You are just a minority!!

Lately, I have observed that if you take out a phase-element from your life-lived-so-far and analyze it carefully, you will realize that there were 3 major sections that affected that phase-element, the most. And I'm quite sure, that would be the case with almost all Engineers here in India. Continue reading and you'd more assertive !

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Ek Choti Si Aasha


Sawere aakhein khulte hi
aasmaan tha dekhna
thandi hawa ke jhoke ki
gudgudahat se tha hasna
par..urbanization ki horh mein
..ban gayi wo ek chhoti si aasha
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