Black Magic Woman

There she was sitting on back seat of my car, Dressed in pristine white glittering though moon light, 

She is my black magic woman, She looks at me with her big black eyes and curls dangling on her shoulders. 

Ohh Yeah she is my black magic woman ! She with her sumptuous smile brightens my life, The sparkling radiance of her eyes makes me skip my heart beat Ohh she is my black magic

 Woman!

 It was Navy Ball and she wore captains cap with a slight tilt, My heart raced again, irresistible she was, a cult combination of innocence and mischief in right proportion, She gazed and laughed at me with her back big eyes Ohh she was my black magic woman, 

I step out of car and the clock rings 9, Off she goes my black magic Woman !

Divine

Chants ringing in my ears,

Humming , hissing feels a holy bliss, Divine is deep within.

We need to step out of our mundane life to breath free,

Holy men, vedic chants, I dont know the powers of Divine !!

Belief has powers to transform a rock into divine source of power !

Marraige your choice why should strangers Rejoice !

Marriage in India is a topic of public interest after cricket and Arnab's show, the most juiciest piece would be getting somebody married.

Trust me immediate family is not so desperate to push prospective bride or groom but some extra social elements like Cousin-Dadi , Bickering Chachi, Clingy Mausi, Bitchy Mami.

Ageing of whiskey and bride /Groom are complete antithesis in true sense.

If I have to draw a parallel it follows an exact pattern of Time decay of an option.  You are dead if you dont unwind your position before expiry.

  You face inevitable death if you dont marry within prescribed age limit.

And when you chuck yourself and redeem of this noise...your best buddy pokes nose.."no dude I mean seriously think of settling down..."

Settling Down ! I am sorry marriage can on contrary be unsettling experience for few.

Well I can't say getting married is like consuming the holy water or one step towards divine invincibility.

But I believe it should be a non event for crowd to create noise...

It a choice of two individual people ...which is celebrated by the world except the partied involved in the act.

I am not against marriage but against the undue importance the world gives to it...

PS:- The context is inspired from a dialogue between friend planning to tie the knot. Also inspired from movie pyar ka punch nama.

Crony capitalist corporate world

I hate to play the games which people cherish to play, 

Call me a submissive straight jacket bastard, 

Where free men cant walk without being deceptive and dishonest ! 

Always play the oneupmanship battle, 

Without focusing on the larger good ! Fighting for piece of bread just Stealing from a hungry kid for conquest ! Crushing millions of heads for that illusive throne.. This is a place where humanity was abolished long back Whats left are zombies who just churn dollars for the lord. Crony capitalism at its best I need a redemption I need a redemption..

Random Particle

An insatiable urge runs through my body,
A desperate state to break free,
Freedom is achieved,
Still feel captivated in an invisible skeleton of tasks,
Confined by realms of rules!
Unwritten not scripted but followed to the T.
Direction less random particle just can traverse only in its field
Unlike a particle that can randomly travel galaxies,
What is the purpose ? Why was it created?
Are few questions....and the biggest one of them all..!
Can it create a dent in the universe ?

Tom & Jerry- Alter Egos

Its funny how our alter ego can be, you will be surprised to see a complete antithesis of you, the you that you never dreamt to be in your worst nightmares.

Its like two pop ups of devil and angle that use to appear above Tom's head in the famous classic toon Tom& Jerry. We all have darker shades.  Its when hues and Grey's collide they give rise to inexplicably shades.

Let's call the devilish part of our personality as Tom( for simplicity sake), who can be ruthless mean nasty, vengeful, sadist, and all the adjectives one can think that have a negative connotations.

And Jerry would be the nice guy, innocence personified, a victim ,just looking out for his price of cheese and shelter in the world.

We have both the characters within us, one super-cedes other, but intent fully its Jerry who tries to pop out first.

And then we also have have Toms deep within us rising to occasion popping their head out, just bursting to unleash the fury.

Have we ever analysed why our bad side can be so nasty ? So dark...?

Its our Jerry side ( The good guy public image) fuels the intense Tom deep within us. Jerry as a character  is very mischievous has fun almost pulls a trick on Tom, but always covers himself up with veil of innocence.

The suppression of Tom at all points of time makes him more Nastier. So its important to let go your emotions .Be yourself and dont worry of protecting a public image and creating right perceptions.

Being yourself is more important than living under a facade of goodness. Small things like being blunt (and not rude) saying no ( without disrespect turning down) is very important.

You can't always say Yes, you can't  always play a fairy godmother.
I am not saying be a nasty step mom, I am saying its important to be a little selfish at times.

Most of you might feel I am not using the correct adjectives, but I am using the precise words. Its very important to think of yourself nurture yourself as you can't be a giver all the times.

At times you need to demand the Universe what is rightfully yours, and there is no harm in it.

Both our alter egos should be given freedom so as one doesn't dominate other and you liberate and live a sane and balanced life.

No One predicted Life! It follows a chaotic pattern!

Ego

Problem with Ego is its Invisible,
It creeps in with success,
And reflects in form of arrogance,
If not nipped in the bud,
Can destroy Masters !

Writers Curse

At times millions of complicated words weaved artistically,

Cannot articulate,

And sometimes you need to write a lot ,

To figure out what are you writing

Arrange Marriage Perceptions

Arrange Marriage

In India like any other free liberal Democracy, we tend to build perceptions consciously or subconsciously. They are a baby of our behaviour patterns and unfulfilled desires.

As they say the journey is sweeter than destination...

Relationship is a journey, we all evolve

Perception Indian Women have about Men:-

>For them the difference between Shaadi.com and a Porno site is just cloths.

Blessed with a x ray vision to drill through the fabric, and look beyond it.
So much so, can run the analytical algorithms which throw the correct dimensions of the object under observation with implacable accuracy.

>Obsessed with Love making on the minds  rather than love itself.

>Intoxication leads to instantaneous mortality, even done with desecration or a prescription.

Perception Indian Men have about Women

>Men come in shapes of Salaman Khan and Hrithik Roshan, and are always as romantic as SRK, and when the tender sex weaves these dreams, those rooms obviously don't have weighing scales or mirrors.

>Self obsessed with beauty (again self proclaimed) which is imperishable.

> Driving a Car is like , navigating an intergalactic  space-craft , and cannot be done by the fairer sex without scratches and scars.

 >Food in the neighbor's plate and Man on best friends bed is/are always delicious, and the pie which you have to deal with is always not fulfilling. Applies to men as well as food.

>Never are satisfied, emotionally, financially or physically.

> If i would have waited just a little longer my prince charming would have picked me in his Scarlet Ferrari.

And all i end up with is Red Maruti.

Thank You!

I want to thank you to let me free,

Else I wouldn't have realised the sea of goodness within me,

You sketched me in all gray,

which made me realise the rainbow deep within me,

I am sure if we would be together ,

We would be all thirsty for only red,

Thank you for saving the tsunami,

And making me aware of the catastrophe!

Cry of a Broken Heart

Cry of a Broken Heart

You transformed me into a Monster,

You weaved a trap and with elegance executed espionage,

A meagre mortal, is now a colossal monster,

The way you celebrated my shortcomings,

The way you decorated my inglorious past, 

Past that was buried and dead long ago,

I was inflicted by wounds from the grave,

I am left with no desire and crave,

So I ask Universe, what's the Big plan?

Why I was dethrone from a Czar to a beggar?

The wounds shall not heal anytime soon!

I am sure you wanted your freedom,

And you are now set free,

By setting blaze to my small happy nest.

God, I wish to ask, why are you so biased towards the one who inflicts pain,

Or do  you think Men are born immune to emotions?

I heard and life is unfair,

Be it that way!

I just ask why am I made a prisoner to crimes that never happened.

And you walk out of this with your head held high,

Passing the buck,

Making me the scapegoat,

I have paid a heavy price for being honest, true and good!

And what I get to hear you were very 'nice'!

  

Fearless

Fuel your dreams and not fears!....
Try to live without captivation!...
And You shall be in a happy state of mind...
Irrespective of the outcome!-

Freedom

Life is too short,

Too short to have grudges and pain,

Attachment leads to only disappointment,

Pain becomes inevitable , if we feel captivated,

Sometimes being out of control, lends a sense of balance,

Be a bit crazy!,

Be a bit mad !,

Life is too short to be sad!,

Number of weekends on this Planet are finite,

Live it!

Love it!

Get a purpose,

Biting time, running through motions,

Shall not liberate,

Break free !

Smile a lot!,

The problems which surround you and seem like issues of Life and death,

Shall seem petty few years hence!

Break free !

Break free!

First step is always tough from Illusion to reality!

Innocent Victim

How Equations with life Erode relationships!,

You tend to lose more in quest of few nickel and dime which help buy you your bread!...

Cheese and Butter are Luxury!,

Lost a lot more than hair in last one year,

Few Acts of innocent foolishness have haunted me!...

And i pay for crimes not committed..

Better be a Fox and not a Dog

Calender Booked !

My time is precious,

Every second counts,

Productivity is the priority,

Hours are long, for days I haven't seen the Sunset,

Delegating my task's,

Wearing an efficient mask,

Lunches are for chimps,

I just have Burger and chips,

In my cabin on my desk,

Power nap is just a drag,

Time is running out ,

I push my self for the corner cabin,

Pressing palms and counting beans,

Till I hit the road block,

Life has just fast forwarded the clock,

Doc pops a pill and says , "Its the silent killer",

I scream in an argument, " Type -II is not life threatening!",

To which i get a calm reply,

"Yeah only if you have one! "

Truth about faliure

Failure be it of any kind teaches you lesson, given the fact you are Man enough to digest it, understand it, accept it, work on it! ... and cherish the fruits it bears in future!

Confessions of a Private Banker

Ohh Yes i make a Nickel when you give me a dollar,

And my job is to make thousands  of dollars for my Lord,

The thirst of beast in insatiable,

Gulped  by greed,

And blinded by fear,

I find ways to make a dime more,

Ways and means do they really matter?

If you own a few mills, a couple of hundred thou'z do they  matter?

Grinding my way up,

They call me a survivor,

Churning in dollars for my Lord!,

Burning a hole in my Soul,

Blaming it on my Job role,

Feels nothing less than a gangster,

Involved in legal robbery of money!

Search

I start for work early,

I try to stay in late,

Confrontation with mirror in itself throws a million questions,

Have I lost my charm?

Are the circles getting darker by the day,

Forget a second look,

Now I wonder, even if I get noticed,

After dinner I open the flap of miniature idiot box,

Run through matrimony site,

In search of the one!

Aspirations, expectations and time,

Don't quite fit in the same bowl of reality,

Peer pressure is a funny bunny,

You don't quite enjoy anything with joy,

And life is filled to brim with emptiness,

In my world which is falling apart,

You seem to be bring in baton of hope,

Suddenly life has meaning,

And i feel time travel is not a myth,

But then all of a sudden just like a desert storm,

All withers away,

You are gone!

And search is on...

Redemption

In need to redeem myself,

In a need to fly,

Feel free and alive

I step on Gas,

I don't know where this road is taking me,

Cool breeze , blows past the windshield,

Dido on the juke,

Oops forgot my berry on the couch,

It was  deliberate or fluke,

Monday mornings,

Fake greetings, with pretentious smiles,

I left all that behind,

The chill in the air,

Winds blowing through my hair,

You need this redemption

From  rest everything that's ....unreal

Rockstar's delight , Banker's envy!

I bag a $250 mn deal for the bank,

My bosses called me the poster boy and rockstar in making !

I need a new look to suite my personality!

I hopped on to my car and drove to the most
expensive saloon, 1 hr of wait and $150 later
I get a session with Mr B,

Italian in accent,Brit in hospitality, and as expensive as an American can get,

Snap snap runs the sissior, Cutting new and old strands,

I throw my head and relax, With clear instructions to Mr. B, 'Transform me into a Rockstar!',

Ohh the feeling is nice, its cozy and relaxing!, I ease into the chair,

the chirpy sound of sissors is replaced by a rumbling roar, I asked Mr B, 'what is that all about?',

To my amusment he replied,'Sir we have gone hi~tech!', I closed my eyes with a smile on my face with sense of hapiness on going hi~tech!,

'Wallah ! Its done ! Its fabulous , its fantabulous he screamed !

' I was awestuck by his excitment in his voice and opened my eyes to see a stranger in the mirror, Bald with a gottee and pony,

I screamed that's not how bankers look this is an outrage ! this is cheating !

Mr B politely replied, 'Sir, You wanted rockstar we gave one, crisp clean and killer!

That day I swiped the plastic money to pay for Mr. B's creativity !