My Addictive Girl

As I try to look at myself,

I see a stranger in the mirror,

Eye filled with a droplet of tear,

Fear was the past,

Now I have nothing to lose,

I have lost it all,

My daughter won’t call me daddy,

My love won’t call me honey,

Oh I had made lot of money,

But there is no more joy Sunny,

I chased everyone away, who came near me,

I made only one mistake,

I befriended an irresistible, intoxicating friend,

In her company the party would never end,

Living life high, pouring pleasure all night,

Even in the broad daylight,

I could not take her out of my sight,

She put me to bed, kissed me good night,

Made my day’s tension a bit light,

People said she might steal my voice,

I ridiculed them by saying,

Nectar can only be smooth,

You people can’t resist my poise,

Hence you make all the noise,

When I lost my first music contract,

I could not react,

She seemed the only one with whom I could interact,

She was always there by my side,

In joy & sorrow,

Till my life became hollow,

To keep her by my side,

I sacrificed all I had,

One fine day doc tells me,

If she stays, I go,

We both can’t live together,

She had to leave me one fine day,

Not before she had taken everything away.

Warrior Princess!

She fights the black, cold, dark midnight,

With a smile on her face,

Like a candle in middle of a desert storm,

Flickering and fighting her way,

 Against the fierce & intimidating winds,

Resolute and strong,

When the world gives up on her,

She has the tenacity to see us through the daylight,

Fighting in the dark giving us light,

Luminescence of freedom is brighter than millions of torches

Burnt by a tyrant,

Just for a cause,

Just to protect our soles from blazing,

A reply to all that effort is,

“Born to make you happy!”

Born to give them hope,

Who have no one to fall back on,

Burning herself in the process,

In the start it seemed like a lost battle,

But she spared her tears to shed them on the enemy’s grave,

The enemy is mighty and strong,

But she has a strong belief that freedom shall come along,

There is no retreat, there is no surrender,

Fighting against all odds,

The dark king plays all the tricks in his book,

Never showing his face on the battlefield,

He used diplomacy to core,

Assigns his best general to fight against the lone unequipped princess,

They wish to steal her kingdom, freedom and everything she had!,

By tricking her all the way,

They spun a web and catch her on the wrong foot,

But they chose the wrong nemesis,

She decided to fight and get everything right,

The able general was the face of Dark King in the battle,

But how did it matter,

 She was on a roaring rampage of revenge,

For her vengeance was only to teach enemy a lesson,

Lesson not to steal from those seem to be weak,

She matched the enemy strength to strength,

And the general seemed to be losing despite of the backing & the might,

The Dark King decides to retreat,

He beheads his own General,

Just to keep his face,

To which our princess replied,

“That s what separates darkness and light,

I can willfully die for my men, whereas you can kill”,

The dark king apologized,

He took a retreat,

Princess forgive him saying,

“There is no bigger punishment than dodging guilt”,

She shall always fight against tyrants,

Always inspire us to take arms against the suppressors of freedom.

Bartender

Oh yaa I am a Bartender,

I serve poison,

For people like to get a Life,

When they order a drink,

I serve pleasure & trance,

For people who don’t  wanna dance,

Mixing potent mixtures,

And calling them by funny names,

Oh ya I am a Bar tender,

Juggling & Jamming till dawn,

I have seen romantic nights with full of fights,

Kids buying beer,

And scoring effortlessly without any fear,

Those innovative pickup lines,

Act as goldmines,

It’s never been a new game for a player,

I have seen it all,

Ohh Yaa I am Bartender,

Never ever been a pretender…..

Even though the next morning I am a total stranger.

Long Walk To Freedom……

People describe it as a long walk,

But with my people’s support,

I felt like a stroll in a Park,

Twenty Seven Years in that tiny cell,

Could have been worse than hell,

But I was determined not to give in,

The ray of light through that thin slit,

Always ignited the flame of hope deep within me,

It made me resolute not to raise white flag,

As we were fighting for colors,

We needed white, black, brown, grey & all,

To built to built this Rainbow nation,

Had a dream, dream rubbished by the guards,

Mocked at by inmates,

Lived by me,

I had to win by winning hearts,

History has seen biggest wars are fought for Love,

But I fought my biggest war with love,

If I was never deported to Robben island,

Never would have discovered Mahtma deep within me.

PS:- I was inspired to write on Mr. Mandela after watching the movie Invictus

Who Owns Mumbai?

I wrote this piece 3 years back, Just came across it so thought of posting it again on Whimsical Life


Land of million opportunities, where million dreams are buried and born every day, home to Bollywood testimonial to thousands of scripted success stories, witness to many, ‘Big Indian Dreams ‘coming true…,Maximum City, City that never sleeps…it can be associated with many such adjectives.
The city is Jewel of all Metros , Mumbai contributes 10% of factory employment, 33% of income tax collections, 60% of customs duty collections, 20% of central excise tax collections, 40% of India's foreign trade and rupees 40,000 crore (US $9 billion) in corporate taxes.*
But the big question which we have is, who really owns Mumbai? Is it the Men who Rule it, or self proclaimed Political leaders, or‘We The People’, wait a minute who comes under the purview of so called as we the people, is it the ‘Marathi Manus’1 or North Indians . If we dig deep within ourselves the answer is as clear as a crystal ball, Mumbai belongs to men and women who build this great city. And who are they, they are no one but common men and women who had a dream in their eyes and worked hard and chased it, and even if they were light years from fulfillment of destiny, they had a smile on their face.
And this ‘Stupid Common Man’ is tired of ‘Raj-giri’, pardon me for my language and use of famous phrases from recent bollywood flicks. Common man is crushed between some myopic and petty political actions, and pressure of earning daily bread. These actions actually may not give great deal of political mileage to a nascent Political Party, only it would play in hands of the ruling party. Let me not get my hands dirty by writing about our Politicians.
Talking about Marathi Manus, is against North Indians , I do think so, any stupid common man in Mumbai is too busy to care about stuff like that , here everybody has to think about their daily bread and any man Marathi, Gujrati or Bengali, tries to keep away from the mess. I have a serious doubt, if our leaders say that Marathi Manus is not getting his rights and a place that he deserves, I will ask who is Marathi Manus? Is he Milkha Singh that speaks better Marathi than Punjabi and has been a domicile resident of the city for 25 years or Rambharose who prepares better Puranpoli’s2 than a Marathi brahmen cook, or is Sheikh Nadeem who dances in Ganpati procession of Lalbaugcha Raja3. Even I was at the receiving end of things a very good friend of mine from Jaipur commented on a discussion on a b-school in Nagpur “ Sir your home is getting all the big ticket intellectual Investment”, I replied “Sir my home is the same as yours and we call it India”. This may sound to dramatic but this was the only reply I could think at the point of time.
I am Gurathi, and speak fluent Marathi and proud of the same, and I don’t believe that since one man went against the non Maharashtian’s the entire Marathi community should not be blamed. ‘An Eye for Eye leave all the residents of Mumbai Blind!.... As I always say.Revenge is sweet , but unfortunately not Fruitful!
* Mc Kinsey Report Published in 2005 in association with NASSCOM. http://www.mckinsey.com/locations/india/mckinseyonindia/pdf/NASSCOM_McKinsey_Report_2005.pdf

1 The Common Maharashtrian Man.
2 A Sweet delicacy from Maharashtra.
3 Lalbaugcha Raja is the oldest (75 years) Ganesh Mandal in Mumbai, They say all your wishes are fulfilled by lord Ganesha. This Idol has a first right of visarjan . Muslims in Crafford Market area, during the last day do a complete Pooja and then lead the procession before the Idol is immersed in Girgaum Chowpati in Mumbai.

I Love You

Sometimes I feel I am this Stranger,

Standing alone with my umbrella closed,

It’s pouring rain & me I am in deep, deep pain,

I use to get Wet, loved it then,

But now I am in the rain to hide my pain,

As few droplets roll down my cheeks,

 They tend to subside in the continuous stream dripping from my head to toe,

Drenching me, making me shiver,

That day you broke me the painful news,

You looked so confused!

You didn’t knew, Which Way to go,

You asked for my help!

You looked tensed, tears started to roll down your cheek,

I have seen many disturbing pictures but none more disturbing than to see you helpless,

You had to take the biggest decision in life,

Well for me it was destruction of the lovely picture of our’s that I had painted in my life,

I so needed to hold you,

Hug you & tell you.

I Love You, I Love You!

But I had to hold my tears to wipe yours,

 As they are more painful to me more than anything else,

So this selfless friend gave a serious piece of advice,

Knew the consequence,

And Lost His Queen for Life!

The Midnight Owls

The bar shut its door's
We are high, so high that we hit the ground
mediocrity will astound
and performers debate

what is going to be our fate?

Oops Monday Office RD in & i am already late

Same old questions gonna haunt you mate!

Have you logged in 6 A/c yet?

And if you’re a fan of Mr. Safari,

There is no reason to worry!

Only sufferer will be the beholder

As sun sets

You Pal will be a beer-holder

Pop-corns will fly from up above in your mug!

Hi-tech music without earplugs

We get ready for another day,

With hangover to stay

Pipelines,Log-in's & meetings sound like

Bumble bees buzzing there way

humming, hissing, whispering all the way

if you are a Trainee

I am sure your head by now must be a macaroni,

But if you are a seasoned campaigner

you can prolong the date,

but the race never ends

pressure & targets mount

Shit! all my lustrous blacks have turned grey

now i don't keep a count

Gunning for Scalps,

Milking the clients,

squeezing the bucks,

the race never ends,

aspirations grow

they control my behavior

suddenly the next designation

is my only destination

i live from appraisal to appraisal

oh i so much wanna jump out of this treadmill

Its too fast & if i jump i fear i would be injured

fear dominates me i wanna break free i wanna break free

What do i do suggest me Mr. Safari...?

PS: Inspired by Dave Holloway's work, in fact first few lines i have taken from his " LOST"...

Very few outsiders will understand & correlate with people like RD, Mr. Safari & many things of oyr boring Mundae Office lives!

Your Partners Best friend.& Your Worst Nightmare!...

            

Before I scribble & write stories, let me tell you I am a peace loving, cold blooded, warm hearted beast( this name is a gift from my girlfriend’s best friend).

She is always that itch, which on scratching turns the skin red, staying with her is like sucking air inside the mouth & exposing it to the cavity, you know it will give you a bad ache still you can’t help sucking the dam air in. Now many of you might feel I am being a hypocrite, I start this piece by saying I am cold blooded, but I have used some adjectives  to decorate my 'Girlfriend’s best friend' 's character which might on surface showcase I am short tempered. But I am not targeting a specific person, it’s only a designation given by your girl/boy (These character have been detected in both the sexes)

They are a different breed they always feel as if you are acquiring a controlling stake in their best friend, which they had acquired in a creeping manner, they still have the urge to manipulate mind of their best friend, and showcase her/him  the plethora of options she/he is missing on. You might feel that I am an insecure person, trying to live in shadow of fear, I am not… actually you are never really concerned about actions of your gf/bf’s best friend… you are mad with the poke-dokie it plays with your time & eats into those healthy , romantic & sweet dates.

One thing I have seen the best friend always has series of failed relationships, for which they tend to blame the entire male/female community. Invariably they are single when you are seeing their best friend & when eventually you break up with your girl or a boy sprouts of love, green shoot’s of romance suddenly emerged in there wretched love lives, & they come to you to thank you to say, “ Thanks you taught me the meaning of Love”, & you feel Thank You… but No THANK YOU!..... And on surface what you do is just pass a smile!...

Haunting Xperience in Paradise called Kashmir

Was really excited to visit heaven on earth, Jannat, Paradise… Kashmir, & as they say real Europe is not what you see out of the glass window of your Euro-rail but it’s the country side with winding roads, journey made on a gearless scooter. So I wanted to see the real Kashmir & not the Cash-Mir we all know.

We all were young wild & free, adventurous & obviously our folks thought our Journey ends in Himachal, but our journey began from there, we were these fearless birds who wanted to explore the paradise on earth, Kashmir irrespective of an obvious fear of being attacked, kidnapped or even  killed by terror groups.

I am an outsider here, we decided to play safe & start up from Shrinagar, timing of our visit could not have been perfect it was evening of 13’th August & there was high degree of security alert & calmness, all we could see was army men & military vehicles, but we had a traumatic experience before this serene feeling, which we somehow survived. On our way to Shrinagar we hired a cab, hilly areas can seriously fire your belly from time to time, we stopped our Van at Dhabba (A local Indian Restaurant), again suggested by the driver hired by us, ‘Sharmaji’, Kashmiri Pandit, tall ,young, good looking smart chap, if groomed properly had the potential to beat the broad daylight out of Gladrags contestants. Oh we had a hearty lunch, there is something about this region, I don’t know if it’s the food served is sweet or hunger is insatiable, but you always tend to eat more than you normally would. After a satisfying lunch & Lassi we drove away, we were all full & drowsy & all wanted a good nap before our next destination, but Nilesh sprung up, “ Oh Shitt I forgot my sack at the Dhabba”, to which Sharmaji replied “ Shaab ussme kuch agar mehnga nahi hoga to rehne dijiye, wapas janna risky hai”   ( If the sack has no valuables, its worthless & risky turning back), to which Nilesh replied “Shitt! Man, I had a LoveU Tshirt gifted by my girl, my camcorder & digi cam in it!, dude I am screwed!, she will kill me!”, after this incident I have hated Priyanka to gift this idot that LoveU T-Shirt. Moreover we really were more concerned about images of our exploits rather than Nilesh’s death, as he was already dead dating that female.

We all convinced Sharmaji to take a U turn, he reluctantly steered vehicle back to ground zero, we reached the place, we searched for the sack, suddenly a small Kashmiri boy came running towards us, these kids are blessed with everything, fair  Russian complexion, sharp features, innocent little blue eyes, a Kashmiri Hindi which is very hard to decipher. The boy had Nilesh’s sack, we were so overwhelmed by the kid’s innocence, honesty, & that million $ smile on his face which lit up hundred lights, after looking at a Rs 10 note, we made his day, we didn’t bother to check our belongings, the honesty of the little boy was good enough, we all went into the Van, Sharmaji was quite, he started the ignition & we were on our way, he was speeding a lot, sweat was cracking  & he was turning pink, and we were in a Kashmiri summer with temperatures of 17degree Celsius, for me it was much cooler than any average Mumbai winter. He pulled over all of a sudden, & screamed “Everybody Out of the Car Now!!!.... “, we were puzzled, confused, scared, we did as he instructed to stay out of harm’s way, I had this sticky feeling, this skinny little bastard actually took us for a ride, now may loot us, as we got out of the Van he screamed again “Everybody Run for your lives!”, I was amused, why this man wants us to run on full stomach, but he seemed to be the boss, so we followed his command with tight lip, I thought what all I could do with that Rs10 bill, which I gave to that chipmunk, it just bought me a headache & almost a near heart attack after few minutes of unexpected cardio, we were at a distance from the Van, I looked at Viral, Nilesh, Amit & Shrikant all looked more confused than I was,  wait a minute how come script change in seconds, how can a potential Villan turn into a our Savoir?

The Army was called upon, we were scared to death, but also felt lucky to be alive, it was a bomb scare!, Pictures, videos & LoveU T-shirt was off our mind, we were so thankful,. It took them, 150 minutes to clear off the site & declare there was no bomb scare, Major Puri, wished Shyam (Sharmaji), shook hands, said “ Keep it up young man !”, we had WTF! feeling written all over our faces. But we thanked heavens and resumed our journey to Shrinagar, on the way Shyam ( Now Sharmaji was Shyam for us, our savior from a bomb attack which was never planned).  

My romance with Kashmir & Shrinagar had just begun; I woke up to reality, the men marching up & down in the uniform, were there for a reason, my mother’s words reverberated in my ears, “ Beta promise me you won’t go to J&K, its dangerous”.

We decided to live in boat house, it was a beautiful & peaceful morning of 14’th August, oh! What a site! The lake, the calmness, this was the real Kashmir seen & talked about. The room service knocked the door, Bed tea (It was Kashmiri tea Salty to taste but was nice & refreshing), honey & toast were served, the boring mundane menu seemed so interesting, the view was mesmerizing.

Silence was broken by  Arif the boy who delivered breakfast & newspaper, he said “ Saahab toh aap India se ho?, jara sambhal ke kal India ka flag matt kharidna ya, parade k liye Bakshi Stadium mein jaana matt, dikkat ho sakti hai”, (  Sir are you From India?,please avoid buying the Indian Flag or going to the Independence day ceremony, you can fall into trouble)

He smiled & left away, I was taken aback, I could not hear anything after his first sentence, “Are you from India?” I asked Nilesh did we accidently crossed the LOC?, Why does a fellow Indian ask me in such fashion, buying the small tricolor on I-Day was a non event, we use to buy & distribute amongst kids, fear gripped we felt things here are also similar to barbed wire, complicated, we hardly moved of the boat house, we enjoyed Kashmir as if nothing had happened, packed our bags on 16’th & caught a train for Delhi. 

PS:

The events are true, & were experienced by y Friend Viral Desai.

The Photograph is taken from Neelesh Mishra's Blog 

The Day We Broke Up

I remember vividly,

It was the day we broke up,

We were sitting near the lake side,

Oh the mood seemed so romantic,

But that day your eyes were heavy with pain,

It was never same again,

Getting lost in those eyes,

Made my world go upside down,

The Prince lost his crown,

Is there anybody alive to hear my pain in this town?

Why one needs words,

Are looks not good enough?

You never looked at me,

In me,

Within me,

Rather you looked through me,

Beyond me,

Now that Alice is gone,

I am never goanna sing again,

Never pluck those strings,

As Life went out of shaft!

I thank the heavens,

I am recuperated,

Reborn,

And search for the One is On!

Pleasure in Pain

Every Battle is won or lost before it is fought, the sheer fear of loosing forces men to back out & it's not the failure that we are afraid of, its "possibility of failure & its repercussion on our public image" that defeat's us. One might ask why so ?, it can be mainly attributed to
1)Exploration of unchartered territories & experiences.
2)Living your life on others expectation ( Living a dream which was never yours, but somebody else's aspirations which you have subconsciously picked up).
Trust me even the best fall victim to the 2'nd category.

We hardly know how to cope up with circumstances to which we are alien's. As kids. we were always taught "Success is Good Failure is Bad", and that is where i feel parents go wrong, success & failures in life are states of mind & that's it, you don't fail unless u consider that you have.Never believed in a piece of paper that testify's ones worth, weather it be a grade-sheet, performance report or appraisal document. These papers bind our potential in numbers, whereas it is actually infinite. We tend to relax as we get our set target's,grades or goals.

Success is a state of mind & should lead to happiness, which is always a process.

But failures are equally important

If you ask me a lost battle can be an excellent strategic lesson if learn't, your mistakes always teach you something or the other.

Adversity is always painful & fruitful, it teaches us some lesson's which are never learnt in normal course of life,there lies immense pleasure in pain which is fortunately realized only during good times. In a difficult phase we tend to value what we have, those could be materialistic possession's or sheer abilities that we posses, remember no one can take your abilities away, its you who has o realize they exist. History has testimonial to the fact that Men who have seen set backs are better off taking risk's & making it big as somewhere down the line they know they have nothing lose

These are my favorite lines which i heard from some one  " There is a Pleasure in being Mad, Pleasure which few Big Mad men know"

Recession Baby

I have tried to empathize with those students who have chosen an expensive course like MBA & are having a tough time in USA, who have seen it all shattering of "The Big American Dream," jobs getting Banglored...some actually to relocate to Asia just to pay there Bill's & hefty fees

I am Baby of recession,

Baptized in fire of Depression,

My Big American dream was to make a mark on Wall Street,

Money, Power, Status & Fame,

But all was washed in a bloodbath on the Street,

The American Capitalist model had seen defeat,

It could barely stand on its feet,

Forget dream job,

Now Job is a dream,

At every point either I am overqualified,

Or out of the league,

I decide to sell Pizza at Papa Joe’s,

Baba says you MBA’s work for couple of months,

And never show,

I got no money to spend on a Rat, says Baba’s Dad,

Who runs the show ,

Thousands of dollars I have to repay,

Dorm was such a nice place to stay, 

Millions of people homeless & only cars left to stay,

To feed billions who stay abroad,

I think of getting Banglore’ed or Beijing’ed,

Only way to pay my escalating bills,

I took a flight to Bombay,

Never knew what would be my fate,

I see a strange kind of happiness in pain & struggle,

No insurance, no social security,

Just hand to mouth survival,

Still people with bright smile & Luminescence,

That would scare the broad daylight out of top Executives,

Earning millions,

What is it that the people have?

That makes them smile,

Content, self-fulfillment, satisfaction,

It took me two years to find out,

In quest of the perishable,

We tend to lose imperishable,

And end up losing both!

 Disclaimer:- 

I wish not to harm any community's or Country's sentiments, nor i wish to show any disrespect towards any community or an entity living or dead, this poem is purely imaginary & has no relation with any person living or dead.

The legend of Frozen lake

This poem is a beautiful story showcasing a father daughter relation, i really don't know how this came to my

mind, but it's very close to my heart.




It was a Chilly Season,

I say a perfect Reason,

Time to put my rollers on,

Doing rounds at the ally seemed like a boring affair,

I say lets be adventurous, lets do some dare,

Oh yeah we goanna hit the frozen lake

The lake has its own beauty

Calm, serene, quite,

Still whisper’s stories,

Stories of love & romance,

Legends that date back to the centuries,

Seemed like a perfect Sunday,

An evening on frozen lake,

Coffee & Hot chocolate at Mc-Larne’s,

Dinner at Dates,

We strolled, skated & threw Ice ball’s,

Presence of snow in February was a bit of luxury,

It was getting dark,

We were not in hurry,

Skidding & Skating around,

We went to the middle of the lake,

I turned back to get my cell phone from the sack,

I hear a thud & a scream in her shrill voice,

I broke into laughter,

She fell again on her bumps,

I turned back to see my baby disappear in front of my eyes,

She was there, there she was!

I choked, I froze, couldn’t scream couldn’t shout,

I heard flapping, & babbling in water,

It was my daughter it was my daughter,

I kept on screaming somebody help!... Somebody!….

No one in the vicinity,

Predictions were of a snowy day!

All locked up in their room’s to watch Manchester United play,

Hey, hey I might lose my daughter due to frost

For my adventure, will I have to pay a big cost?

I was losing time, but not hope,

Can someone help me with a rope?

Chaos panic & pandemonium,

I am screaming shouting for help,

Has everybody in our town gone deaf?

As my dolly was exhausted in the shivering water,

I run with my skate’s, to escort someone,

It took me a while to return back,

All the way I prayed for time to stop,

As I approach I see my darling lying flat on the frozen lake,

Mix feelings run through my brain,

Heart pounding fast,

How did she come up? Is she okey?

Next morning as we enjoy hot chocolate on the warm hospital bed,

She tells me a tale which was hard to gulp,

The legend of the frozen lake was live, kicking & hauntingly true,

There was a hand that pushed my daughter back to life,

The invisible, mystical, hand of shepherd who help’s people stuck in frost,

He was guardian, he was angel, I started believing in legends & fairy tales,

Made be believe in divine!

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!