Sweet Memories

Memories are sweet if you don't have to deal with the Past!....
You Just wish that time spend with her always last!....
Time flies by!...
Memories Fade!....
Why one forgets all the things i have said!....
its heaven where matches are made!

Mystical Life

It’s been a while I haven’t written something, and I am doing this after lot of soul searching.


Life was never meant to be easy fair or nice, it is that nasty opponent which will time & again throw punches at you & especially when you least expect it. It’s not about getting up, being strong, fighting back & hitting it harder but sometimes it’s about sustaining the punches &; not get knocked out.
We all go through lean mean & bone dry patches in life; when we start to question our existence in the Universe and our ability to control it, leave alone control just our capacity to influence the elements in & around us.
In situations like these sometimes it’s best to let go, we always have a script in mind and if things don’t go according to plan, we are disappointed, & unhappy. But if we try and see carefully we are prisoners of our own device. We create certain set of expectations from our course of life & if the movie does not belong to the same genre we are obviously upset.
So what am I trying to say to have no aspirations, no dreams & goals? Absolutely not!
A man is no man without a mission, I am saying we should not have attachment to our aspirations, the key likes in re assessing what you want from life after every checkpoint if we redefine our goals, it would be a much easy task.
So how will one concur I have reached a checkpoint & hey I better reassess the goals, the answer lies within & you inner- self will never lie about it.

Nostalgia

Some pictures have hidden stories...
Some Nostalgic,
Some Tragic...
So what is your story?
covered with tales of adventure, travel & glory,
Some pictures tell a story,
black & White colored, big & small,
Every picture has a tale to tell,
I am sure these scribbling,
with endless notes,
won't raise your hopes,
and even if they do,
photo's never lie,
Men arrive, conquer & die,
but photograph's never die.

Coz ….Girlfriends will be Girlfriends

I was taken back when my ex-girlfriend said, “I always felt that one day a dream Merchant would come long riding on a white horse and take me away, and then I met you”, I could have easily gone into my shell and nodded, but I had to make a comeback as if the entire male fraternity’s fate rested on what I came in the next 30 seconds, I used all my possible wits and replied , “ Honey , every girl from Princess to Ugly Duckling dream’s of Prince Charming! “.
Women are never (for lack of a better word) satisfied, with what they have, for them grass on the other lady’s side is green lush Center court of Wimbledon whereas they always feel they are battling on dry clay surface of Roland Garos surface. Women have this tendency to complain right from the dessert’s served on their plate or the men they date.
Change is evident and eminent in your life, as you enter depths of a relationship, as long as this change stays in realms of inculcation of good habits, you are on the right track but the moment you feel this radical change is transforming you into a person which you are not and don’t enjoy being , you should concur that you might get derailed any day.
I am not trying to be a Male Chauvinist ( I hate to use the word Pig, as I don’t know if Chivalry and Chauvinism run into the entire spectrum of animal kingdom) but the above mentioned syndrome is true and even a female can be victim of similar attitude by men.
Talking about chauvinism it’s a favorite 10 letter word, which every second female has in her dictionary, and women take pride in making maximum use of it even on a remotest opportunity they get. I am not part of some anti women bashing forum, but I am trying to analyze some of the nasty habits of stronger sex( I have no doubt that women are emotionally much more stronger than men).
Another habit that girlfriends posses is their ability to bitch about other women, especially in front of their boyfriends, they derive this immense pleasure in contemplating and commenting on other female’s wretched lives. You will seldom see two females being very good friend without a profit motive being involved.

PS: The incident at the start of the post is purely an imaginary incident, and has got nothing to do with any person living or dead. Neither inspired from my personal life.

Guru

One and Only Guru (Abhi Arora)

Where heroes are made,

History is written &wiped off,

Where Ethics are butchered,

Greed, Hope, despair dominate the proceedings,

And winning the Rat Race is the only thing,

Where wealth is created & destroyed,

Where Multibaggers, wipe off your net worth,

Welcome to bazaar,

Amidst this volatility,

Emerges a hero,

Who looks like a simple Man,

But has charisma of a Ferro,

His knowledge is divine,

And makes millions out of a single dime,

He believes it’s a zero sum game,

If you are here for fame,

Your life won’t be the same,

He says market is like vilely old beast,

Difficult to tame,

Yeah you investors you like to play game,

If you win you are a hare,

And if you lose,

It’s just not fair,

But it’s the question can you do the dare?

It’s a zero sum game

If you are here for name,

Think Bollywood that will help you in achieving the same.

Georg Soros is his mentor,

When he sells a stock, he won’t reenter.

They say winning is habit,

He says it’s your attitude!

And his way of life!
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This poem is dedicated to Abhishek Arora, one person whom i admire a lot!

Eternal Sunshine Of Asia

Once a wise man said,

Always face the sunshine,

Shadows shall fall behind,

I asked what if Sun- gods get gobbled up mighty black clouds ?

The Wise man replied,

Face the East,

Is what you could do the least,

I am sure one day following my wise words,

You will have a feast,

Oriental is the flavor of this Century,

Shall remain the same for eternity,

Occidental was meagerly accidental,

Which led to the Global Catastrophe!

Now is time to make amends for humanity!

Hope!

There is a deep valley beneath,

I am holding on to this thin rope,

I have still not given up the hope,

There is chance of life, there is a scope.

A strong force pulls up the string,

And my belief becomes stronger,

I get pulled up,

Million thoughts go through my head,

I am going to change,

Not gonna be the same old me any longer,

I make a promise to my life,

I will cherish every second of it.

I will be a changed man.

Only if I could survive, I know which I can

I dream of Life,

I dream of love,

I dream of us being happy ever after,

The image is nice and Sharpe in mind,

Beautiful and only one of its kind.

Suddenly the friction between rocks and rope being pulled increases,

As my heart pounds,

Is there a twist in the tale?

I ask myself where did I fail?

If I die and meet the depths of Valley

Whom should I blame?

And who will pay for the claim?

No it just would be insane

To play the buck passing game.

It could be the rope,

I could be the rock,

It could be me at the wrong place at the wrong time

But its not the place, rock or rope…

As I still have the hope!

I will emerge of this valley with some scars

And for sure shoot at some stars.

But I would be all alone,

What are starts, what are cars?

If you are not with me

Life is an empty Jar,

With all the materialistic things filled in it to the brim,

All this without you is as good as a sentence to hell,

For my Sin’s I have committed

My mind wonders,

And as I am just about to reach the surface,

The rope’s final stands get cut…

The rope breaks,

And I initiate my descend,

Now I see all memories flashing clearly.

Those places, those talks, long, long walks,

In few seconds I will close my eyes forever

And they might see you never

I fall, I fall with a big blue bang,

You might ask me what happened to you?

The freefall was not good enough for you?

And I to sink beneath the depths,

I just hope I don’t ever open my eyes.

But to my surprise I find you sitting next to me,

Comforting me and telling me “it’s just a nightmare!”,

And sweetheart there is nothing to get scared.

Clinging on hope,

Standing on a very thin rope,

Waiting for you till eternity,

That will be my only hope

To cling on to this thin rope!