Silence

Those tears will fall again tomorrow,

These words will seem hollow.

I slowly rebuilt the walls tonight,

My salty tears mending each joint.

The travesty of selfishness is beautiful,

It lunges at you every dying moment.

I have yet again kicked myself,

My drowning has been in my own concoction.

Obviously yet again caring was my folly,

But this folly is an ancient phenomenon.

How do I explain my chronic paranoia?

Is there even a solution to my life’s parabola.

These paradoxes scream at me aloud—

Aloud asking me to be my father.

The man I fathom over many instances,

Seems like the winner of my battle cases.

I don’t wish to accept those rotten conclusions,

My outlook can’t be doused with those illusions.

I have fought long and hard enough,

The end will surely be even crueler.

I am not here to judge or convince someone,

Let me hope that I learnt my lesson this once.

Yes, all my words seem dipped in negativity,

You perhaps can’t read my broken history.

Facebook status and me

Write a resolution a day in your diary,

Hath said in the past my mother dearie.

Except now that resolution is a status,

That diary galvanized into a Facebook update.

Facebook the child of an introvert,

The father of layered hidden agendas.

Brother of all misconceptions and assumptions,

Death of all that was left sincere and honest.

I declare my vanity too often here,

Horror likes and stupid comments torment my fears.

My gaze stalking over that petite blue Fuck,

Waiting for it to unzip that silly red numbered hole.

I don’t know how far I am dissolved,

Have I lost myself to the blue sea of rubbish?

I am searching for my burnt sincerity—

Sincerity or whatever is left or my true personality.

I sit amidst the same clockwork buggers,

My eyes scan through a blue flock of liars.

Do I hate Facebook like all others?

No, my friend I am yet another introvert like Zuckerberg.

I don’t love you

Care for a drink with this pennyless wordsmith?

Only if shaken not stirred with your heart.

I guffawed with my giant inhibitions,

You giggled with small proclamations.

Yes, it was more beautiful than a Fitzgerald novel,

Yet that was about the most novel part of all.

You stifled my voice, you crushed my emotions,

Yes, you devised my mental castration.

My misery was not for you to judge,

The history had clearly not taught you much.

Your arrogance created a fog of falsehood,

I did not identify anymore the gentle womanhood.

I don’t hate you like those before,

Maybe repetition has calmed me down more.

I strum my fungusful guitar, I stroke my broken piano keys,

No, I am not writing a melody but your forsaken eulogy.

Damn! You for all those years of mine,

Curse you for not showing your true spine.

You had no right to leave me so early,

The promise was to be together in even a death so grisly. 

Mistress of Traffic

O! Cacophonic beauty of mine,

You dish it out in line.

Chaos amok from 0800 to 2100,

Peace galore for the rest of the period.

The searing halogens kill my eyes,

Rumbling honks crackling in the eardrums.

Yet, when I stand where the moon shines,

There lies the proof of life.

When I lie in your arms,

You caress me with heat and dust.

Your gaze reflects a million abrupt faces—

Faces irritated with the monotony of their days.

You hold my hand and show me a thousand stories,

There sits a peaceful pawnbroker, there lies a hungry beggar.

On Friday nights you show me those drowning sorrows,

And on Monday mornings those looking for blessings to borrow.

You adorn yourself with foolish lights,

The shrieking horns feeding your gargantuan diet.

Man whores around in your filthy roads—

Roads moving away from his goals.

Yet there will be those who shun you,

And oh! Yes certainly those who bend before.

But keep that free beggar in mind; keep that peaceful broker in tow,

There will rise a cure to your disease.

Who am I? You might cheekily wonder,

Yes, darling I am your biggest blunder.

I am that silent voice of hope in me,

My will has not yet broken in front of thee.

My dear friend Larry

Hello Larry! My name is silence--

Silence, yes call me that for now.

I wish for us to be exclusive

But let's draw first the veil of anonymity.

I will juggle this puzzle for you,

Swing those volatile memories for us.

Hold your hand below that memory stream,

Tell me does friendship flow within.

Why did you tell me about possibility?

When all I could feel was your deniability.

Why serenade me with those motion pictures?

When friendship was nothing but a pit-stop for us.

Does the pain writhe in your conscience?

Has guilt yet skittled through the memories?

Of course not! It is after all just time--

Time yet another bigoted dimension of irony.

May I tell you of my painful seconds?

No, you probably ran away minutes ago.

Oh wait! You didn't know that I was blind,

That I am the wandering silent poet.

For you, this poet is lunatic hazy,

For me I am a lot of cacophony.

My words need to find the beach, Larry--

Larry, the ocean has pulled me too far from everybody.

Absence

There are a few puddles along the way,
trees weaving in and out of the highway.
It's that docile distance between us,
yet restrictions cloud its coverage.

Pain and misery have been happily married,
they have plagued me more and more often,
i know now of thy saintly sacrifice--
sacrifice worthy of written by a scribe.

Love bloomed in for me late,
there were more roses amongst thorns,
a few lucid thoughts led to marriage,
purity and love lushing over my happiness.

Yet, there was one beautiful thorn,
which kept reminding her of an old song.
There were hazy good memories
and threw her into one wild tizzy.

Was there an end to this symphony?
Or is it another incomplete epiphany.
There can't be another incomplete melody,
His heart won't survive another minute long.

These few months had changed his heart and self,
there were habits gone, there were habits born.
These few lines won't change history
but atleast here flake can be whisky's.

A miSTY HEARtBEAt !!!!!

Raindrops make a twinkling sound--
my eyes are closed, closed in the thunderstorm.


The heart skips a beat of romance-
the smell of mud engulfing my senses.


I climb higher, higher on mount despair,
Do i look for solace or consolation?


The ciggarate smoke blends a new concotion-
Each drop of ink screaming of anguish!!


The lights in the valley ignite an infinite depth,
I look for answers, answers and pain.


By now my heart has skipped an eon beats--
with my life and thoughts drowned in a cold mist.


Each night a new tune walks upon my lips,
my thorny love has been feasting on my skipping heartbeat.

The pAlAtE oF LiFe !!!

The spire of colours was his muse,
Ambiguous figures rose out of his palate.
The canvases connected in a prose--
Diving into the lake of naked beauty.


A glint in his eyes had sparkled today,
The spirit of masterpiece was calling,” ahoy!!”
He closed his eyes to the infinite dream,
Humming along the silent theme!!


The world was smeared indigo blue,
Painters dancing with red, green and hue.
Colours mingled as the notes of symphony—
The mind ran along like a wild goose.

He searched for the element—
To conquer his dream,
But his mind was ambiguous within.
The painter saints kept smiling along,
His frustration lent them colours and songs.


The tree of life gleamed in his face,
He suddenly awoke with shock & haze.
His beard had grown wise and white,
The world had passed an era in true life.


The painter sang a beautiful melody,
Painting that one piece in a soliloquy.
He finished that painting and sat galore,
“Oh! Lord” were his words—
Words before his ascent to heaven.

The maiden of the wicked highlands

The mud splattered on the path,
the drizzle had turned rain very fast.
Highlands of the folklore had come alive,
the lightning gave the land a scary sight.


The fair maiden came out for a ride alone,
her horse shook in denial of her force.
She saddled upon the scared creature,
ignorant of her uncertain future.


she rode fearless in her vast lands,
The rain striking hard her fair hands.
The horse got struck in a puddle of mud,
her fair grace was splattered and hurt.


Far in her eyes full of disdain,
she could see the old remains.
the pole of the legends shone bright,
she was never more scared in life.


Therein lay a old house beyond the pole,
she walked towards it with fear and hope.
An old lady answered her knock,
The maiden was looking back in shock.


Aunt whom she had lost very young,
was standing in her very front.
she still carried herself with grace,
and looked after her niece's tender face.


They both shared a tender look,
and truth was revealed in the very mood.
They talked and laughed over the lore,
It was made to protect this very home.


The home had an ancient history,
her aunt opened them in great revelry.
The maiden swore an oath of secrecy,
and rode back to her own destiny.

The winter Kiss

The path was drowning in snow,
but the sun gave it an enamel glow.
I walked on the meandering way,
with the snowstorm across my face.


The beggar asked me for a shilling in pain,
i gave him my coat shivering in vain.
The lamp post was glowing with panache,
I quickly ran for its warmth in haste.
A shadow was walking towards me,
The winter was not telling the true story.


My eyes darted towards the stranger,
the stranger replied with a piercing gaze.
The hazel eyes were searching me,
for i was sure there was a tale.
Those eyes were to haunt me forever,
as i was seeing them only till one hour later.


The stranger moved towards me with grace,
i think she was a woman from an earlier phase.
she took shelter in my shivering body,
I felt the bodies connecting in a soliloquy.


The warmth was fighting the storm,
Something weird was going around.
My eyes went big in surprise,
for she gave me a kiss in disguise.
The time stopped for a fleeting second,
I savoured it every moment.


The storm seemed to calm down soon,
I realised the sun was shining in noon.
She walked back without a word,
leaving me lost in my own world.
The beggar awoke me from my stupor,
I gave him a dollar returning the favour.
I walked back to my lonely home,
The sun shone on the path aplomb!!!!

The Bollywood Dreams

The great love stories of bollywood, they have a tragedy about themselves. I mean you can watch "a walk to remember", "notting hill”, "40 days and 40 nights" but I think you will always yearn for the larger than life clichés of bollywood.


I mean there is a certain charm about Raj the London born playboy son of rich father (yeah I know goddamn it right) travels all the way to the lush farms Of Punjab to get his simran back. The thing is that we Indians get extremely melodramatic after watching this lovely over the top movies. I mean we Indian boys have real hard time with the girls. For example the girls have over the top demands, like woo them with bouquet of roses, expensive gifts. C’mon gals all of us are not sada munda amir pyon da.


I love bollywood movies for one fact I love women in chiffon saris they look beautiful in it, or else it's a complete waste of time unless you are in for some peppy bollywood music. now let's do some more analysis, for example like the shayari of Urdu which our dear Indian heroes quote, c'mon man those are written by writers who are paid for writing those 2 lines. I just wish all the girls would not wait for us to come out with something so melodramatic. Then of course ah! how could I forget the new six pack syndrome, ok 1 fine, 2 it's cool,3 let it go but all of them, it's like all the bollywood heroes are descendents of Greek gods and like I said before so now it's our pristine honour now to work out like a pig to get those 6 ABS for our girls.


The silliest thing about bollywood is there is hardly any uncertainty in the plot. Yes, movies especially in India are supposed to have a happy ending, but maybe for a change there should be some cinema which forces the viewers to think. Though everything has not gone down the drain there are several actors, film-makers who do believe in the fine art of making sensible cinema.


Bollywood yes, with its dance and music has of course won a billion hearts. Yes, we Indian guys don't exactly have a gala time with girls after the girls watch their ShahRukh, Salman, Ranbir or whoever but we still dig watching them with a bucket of popcorn. The bollywood charm really bugs everybody including me who hates those mushy dialogues and infinite bank balance of the hero. The great badshah of bollywood himself said I want to act in as many movies about romance as I can because I would like to discover all the ways of romancing a woman, I felt like saying sire maybe instead of that you would try and increase your repertoire as an actor.


The funniest part is once I was discussing bollywood with a friend of mine from Holland and she said ANjaana ANjaani, is a chick flick; I was gaping wide at her and at the same time laughing my heart out. I mean it's very hard to dig out movies in bollywood which don't have love involved in them or in simple lay man terms running behind the girl around the trees. Look I don't want to sound a spoilsport, yes, even I like a few occasional movies for example- Rang de Basanti, 3 idiots, Taare Zameen Par.....but bollywood needs to come of age and ya some actors should try and learn acting for a change, lol.....

The Emotion Called FATE!!!!

The travesty of fate is an old agony, you never know what incident is going to afflict your normal schedule and affect it, what winds of change are going to blow your way.

The world is apprehensive to changes; it never will accept changes which are radical in nature. Humans prefer to keep themselves in the cocoon of protection that is not affected by changes; therefore they are unable to deal with what changes fate might hold for them in future.

It’s disheartening to see that people resign to their needs rather than their interests. Perhaps they cannot be blamed, for humans are always taught to secure their fate first rather than their interests.

Unrealistic ambitions, dreams are often dismissed as the whims of the weak. I hope, dream and pray for a day when humans won't resign themselves to the fear of failure and rather gather courage to battle the uncertainties of life and carve out a life where they will not be scared of changes and masters of their own fate.

FoRgiVeNesS

(Ephesians 4:32) 32 and be kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving each other, just as God also in Christ forgave you.

This is perhaps one of those million quotes about forgiveness which are there in religious books, yet we humans are so skeptic in nature to adhere to it. There is a theory amongst theologists that god had laid down all the requisite instructions to reach closer to him in the religious books. I absolutely agree with it. There are a wide range of good things that the almighty requests of the humble human beings, but forgiveness is one of the most important amongst them.

Let’s do a bit of case study. How many times in a day do we have the opportunity to forgive ourselves or others, I would suggest many. It’s in human nature to err but perhaps to forgive is not so easily forged into the human thinking. I don’t blame anybody for not being able to do so, because had we been able to forgive so easily we all would have walked one step closer to god. Even Mahatma Gandhi didn’t forgive and forget easily, he often punished himself with penance for some of his wrong deeds which he committed when he was young. My context is always coming back to one point that the one who forgives rises above everybody else.

My constant advocating of the fact that forgiveness is a great healer doesn’t mean that people should use that as an opportunity to commit as heinous crimes as possible. Nope but we can also see that forgiveness can be painful for the one who is being forgiven. I remember a childhood story where I was told that there was a son who forgave the murderer of his parents for what he did, and helped in his rehabilitation, the story ended with the murderer committing suicide and leaving a note behind saying the pain and guilt of such life was not better than death.

Relations are always in dire need of forgiveness, but alas I have seen a few which fall short in it. Anguished parents, hapless boyfriends/girlfriends, angry managers, tensed coaches, I often wonder how these people find forgiveness for others or each other.

There are some people who call it as a sign of weakness; some people think that those who don’t take revenge or punish others for a mistake are weak. Maybe, in some cases they maybe true but they need to rethink their decision, forgiveness my friend requires a trench of courage, loyalty, broad-mindedness, trust and many more things. Before we learn to forgive we need to learn a lot of other things.

I feel the world needs to forgive and forget. A lot of bloodshed, a lot of pain, a lot of mistrust could have been solved if we could just forgive. Learn to forgive my friends………..

Autumn Leaf!!!!

I am withered and old,
Devoid of the joy and soul,

I fly around with my brother air
Seeking solace in some lonely chair,

Mother Nature announced my end
When she blew her autumn clarion,

My life has been a meandering river
Twists and turns with a few rocks in between,

Alas!! A human picks me up
Writes three beautiful words on me,
"I love you! "

Life and emotions play a clever game
For I became autumn leaf the messenger of love!

Let The Tears Flow!!

The salty taste of those big beady drops from our tear glands, well sometimes they taste bitter, sometimes they taste sweet and sometimes well plain salty. Well confused?? hehe......let me elaborate, I have no intention to explore the culinary angles of the tears but the factors which stimulate it in us and why sometimes we refrain from it...anger, frustration, joy, sadness, laughter and millions of feelings maybe attached with it. The human being is a self-aware mammal, and therefore crying comes naturally to it.

Most of the time tear comes to us when we feel that emotional CLOT in us, yeah I am sure each of us is familiar with it. The feeling can be extremely beautiful or exactly vice versa. I am half-confused whether I should club anger, frustration or sadness together or leave them alone, because tears shed by them maybe indifferent but the intensity of emotions behind them are miles apart from each other.

Science says, “crying is beneficial to health and mental well-being". Then why does society have to stop from people from letting that CLOT out, the emotions inside us, whatever they maybe always want to be let out. Am not suggesting that fill up buckets of tears when you are feeling something but let it out, it’s better that way. I know the world is selfish and it's hard to say things but my friends it's not wrong to cry. Since, birth we are asked to stop crying and get a hold of ourselves that is perfectly all right, but parents, teachers and all those who help us in evolving as a person maybe sometimes you should evaluate the situation and let the emotions flow.

I know many who would quickly contradict me saying crying makes you weaker, your emotions are an open book and you have no control on yourself. I would like to ask them, in what exactly are they taking pride in, that they are strong, stone hearted cold hearted beasts who have locked away their emotions in the depths of their ice-cold heart or a hollow individual who feels everything inside and can't let it out.

in the process of writing this post, I realised there is not much to evaluate in the feelings behind tears because tears is a gift from god which is a lifeline for us in the worst or the best of the conditions, people might often say that they feel better after shedding a few tears but the same population might be afraid to declare or in better words endorse tears.....

suicides, murder and several things have become a bane to the society, but maybe the society needs to learn that they need to first readily first accept emotions of all kinds and maybe instil a sense of confidence in people who require it. Maybe it should lend a shoulder when someone wants to CRY their heart out!!!
PS: I have been gone a while from blogosphere it’s good to be back...

Samaritan or Stalker !!!

I have seen several people suffering from this enigma; I feel it is an emotion which no person can understand. I am not very sure this post has a direction but it definitely has a purpose, I understand that people often try to connect with the one they care about. But the sheer inability of those who are cared about to understand this situation is mind baffling.

There are several ways to identify personalities like these, for example they may not be the most charismatic personality around but they do have a presence, they often try to make conversations with you and if you give them a hint of your friendship they try to rip out all the classic details out of you. Now you might say these are the characteristics of a stalker, who is obsessed with the person he/she stalks.

But I say maybe we should try and understand the thin line a person straddles upon when he is obsessed about somebody and when he is caring about somebody. I am not saying he might be the nicest person around but maybe we could understand his whole bag of emotions if we just gave him one chance to connect with us, he might appear irritating at first but then when you start understanding him you see that whenever you are falling of the cliff there is always a hand to bring you up.

What more can we ask for? All our life we search for somebody we can rely on, somebody we know who will stand behind us even when the winds of time are blowing against us. But we often look at the wrong place.

This maybe the dilemma of the person who is being cared about but what about the one, the one who cares, I feel they are the one who face greater misery. they care, they help and yet they often find themselves as second fiddle in all situations, it is often said when you care about somebody, you should not expect anything in return, but the human mind is inclined to think the other way. Even the wisest may feel that they deserve a minimal friendship in return of their feelings. I think this maybe the only negative shade in their character, though I think it maybe the most pivotal point of their character.

You know even after writing this I can see as a neutral judge more negative shades then positive in their characters, but I think it is the positive side which remains unexplored, so friends look around your best mate or companion might be standing round the corner!!!!!

taggy taggy tag part-2 !!!

Well lots of tag writing for now because the ideas of a new post are still swirling inside my head, so thanks Sheba for tagging me for the 15 books tag. I love books so it would be lovely to share some of the books I have read, here is the list which captivated my mind:-


1. Harry potter series by J.K.Rowling

At one point of time I thought it was my teenage fantasy which made me like Harry Potter, but no I think I fell for the lucid writing of J.K.Rowling which created Hogwarts castle and mounds of adventures in my mind, she will remain my favourite author because she pushed my imagination and made me a novel-addict.



2. The day after tomorrow by Allan Folsom

This sci-thriller has got such twists and turns that you won’t be able to let go of it. The author has brilliantly mingled some historical notions with modern science; I think it’s an interesting piece of work.



3. Lord of the rings by J.R.R.Tolkien

This saga written by Tolkien is the most interesting piece of fiction I have read, the man is a genius, created a whole new world, created a new language, he has intertwined fables with nature, when you read his book the next time you travel through a mountain or a forest you might feel a tinge of mystery around you. Lord of the rings is different; it’s a class apart, though fiction, the standards set by it are very high. A must read



4. Angels and demons by Dan Brown

I had the luck of reading this prequel of Da Vinci code before the sequel, if you love history, you will be amazed by the large dollops of historical information given in it. Dan Brown provokes you to question your beliefs. He has shaken the core of Christendom with this novel...



5. Artemis fowl by Eoin Colfer

Well we grow up listening to fairy tales from our parents. Just add some guns and high grade technology to the fairies and human beings. That in a way is Artemis Fowl for you, the sheer brilliance of the human brain and the high-end sci-fiction stuff are too potent a mixture and have been brilliantly shown by Eoin Colfer.



6. The complete adventures of Feluda by Satyajit Ray

Perhaps desi-Sherlock Holmes that's the perfect word to describe Feluda, while reading you might find sharp coincidences with Sherlock Holmes, but the desi flavour added by Satyajit Ray changes the scenario. It’s a delightful book and because I am a Bengali I know this Feluda is a household name in west Bengal. Good book :)



7. The Enchantress of Florence by Salman Rushdie

Well Mr. Rushdie writes a total different genre of fiction, this book takes us back into the royal household of Mughal Sultanate. I think the royal splendour of the Mughal court has been shown brilliantly. The book is a love story spread through seven lands and seas, and i am sure anyone who reads it will be captivated by it.



8. Inheritance of Loss by Kiran Desai

This booker price winning novel will enthral you with its beautiful captivating narration. Set in the planes of the Himalayas, the harsh realities of communist Nepal and the mind of a teenage girl comes into conflict with each other. It may be fiction but it contains a few realities.



9. Five point someone by Chetan Bhagat

The most fun-filled and humorous novel I have ever read. The book used to leave me in splits sometimes. Chetan Bhagat’s description of the neo-Indian is apt. I often read it whenever I think I need a dose of feel good factor.



10. The Last Mughal by William Darymple (non-fiction)

The revolt of 1857 and the Mughal sultanate, I think these two words are the most I can think of. The emotions William has put in this book are wonderful. I felt proud to be an Indian once more because of the history I am associated to!!!



11. The Godfather by Mario puzo

3 Hollywood movies have been devoted to this book and they all became cult classics. Needless to say mafia was immortalised by Mario puzo on the Godfather.



12. The famous five and the secret seven by Enid Blyton

This lady deserves some credit; she is a darling in the hearts of all the readers. Everybody has read these books sometime or the other so I don’t need to say how good
they are.



13. The midnight’s children by Salman Rushdie

The book brings out the true voice of India. I think this book shows salman at his best. Though am still reading it, its fast climbing the stairs of my favourite book.



14. The god of small things by Arundhati Roy

Arundhati Roy gives us a literary masterpiece. I have read many novels, but this book took a lot time to understand, I had to re-read it twice before I could rip open the Pandora’s Box of emotion she has put in it. It’s simply beautiful...


15. Hardy Boys by Franklin. W. Dixon

The hardy boys were the first novels I read. The sheer masculinity of the books was a thing I enjoyed, because at 13 or 14 every boy would like to become a macho man!!!

This finishes my list of 15 and I think I really enjoyed digging into the past and write about these novels...........they are masterpieces for me because like I said before they have helped me enjoy the world of imagination.........

taggy taggy tag!!!

Q: When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing you thought?
A: I need a shave; the beard makes me look crooked!!!!

Q: How much cash do you have in your wallet right now?
A: Rs. 500-600

Q: What’s a word that rhymes with DOOR?
A: Bore

Q: What is your favourite ring tone on your phone?
A: Nokia- connecting people :)

Q: Who is the 4th person on your missed call list on your cell phone?
A: well have no 4th only one!!!

Q: What are you wearing right now?
A: jersey and Capri

Q: Do you label yourself?
A: depends on my mood.......

Q: Name the brand of the shoes you currently own?
A: Nike

Q: Bright or Dark Room?
A: well depends on what am doing.....

Q: What do you think about the person who took this survey before you?
A: the most wela (useless) person, who has so much time to think of all this??

Q: What does your watch look like?
A: well it has got a large dial and silver metallic straps, its one of those man watches!!!

Q: What were you doing at midnight last night?
A: reading blogs, chatting with friends!!

Q: What did your last text message you received on your cell say?
A: deleted the whole bunch of messages right now

Q: What’s a word that you say a lot?
A: holy crap!!

Q: Who told you he/she loved you last? (Please exclude spouse, family, and children)
A: well it never will be HE, and as for she, god has told me “keep waiting dude!!!”

Q: Last furry thing you touched?
A: no, no, no and no, no furry things for me

Q: Favourite age you have been so far?
A: 15-17

Q: What was the last thing you said to someone?
A: was up dude??

Q: The last song you listened to?
A: diary of Jane from Breaking Benjamin

Q: Where did you live in 1987?
A: well I was gossiping with god in heaven!!!

Q: Are you jealous of anyone?
A: toddlers, they have all the time in the world...lol

Q: Is anyone jealous of you?
A: Nah.....

Q: Name three things that you have on you at all times?
A: clothes, mobile and umbrella (it rains a lot in manipal)

Q: What’s your favourite town/city?
A: Ahmedabad

Q: When was the last time you wrote a letter to someone on paper and mailed it?
A: well 4 years back things weren’t exactly well between me and my best friend, so thought letter would do the job...

Q: Can you change the oil on a car?
A: well after engineering I will be able too......

Q: Your first love/big crush: what is the last thing you heard about him/her?
A: well I threw her out of my life, to ignore the pain...

Q: Does anything hurt on your body right now?
A: my neck

Q: What is your current desktop picture?
A: band insignia of breaking Benjamin...

Q: Have you been burnt by love?
A: well yes and no shall do justice to this question!!!!

Here you go Shankar that should pretty much do the job......

happiness,life and god

Happiness, the word has a price tag attached to it. A price which will remain always be beyond the realm of human mind. The whole human race runs frantically behind happiness. I find it as precious as Holy Grail; everybody tries to find it to satisfy his or her fill of greed of happiness. But you ask a 10 year old kid or a seasoned 80 year old man they both will tell you the same thing, they wish happiness would be intertwined in every aspect of their life. But what exactly is the price of happiness?

The Greeks used to believe that a living body can't achieve the happiness until death. I am not advocating death over here to achieve happiness. People are often obsessed with afterlife or what should be their karma in order to obtain a place in heaven with their god. I don't blame the common man for being so obsessed. These days you will find the common man spending lump some amount on havans or other forms of worship to satisfy god. People are so busy reading the rules of bhagwad gita, bible and Quran that they forget the true meaning of the books.

What is the motive of all this? To have a good happiness filled life and spend the afterlife with god in heaven that's all? Maybe people should try and reach out the true meaning of those books. People in this frantic search for happiness are often surprised that these holy books only tell them what they already know. But think again are we truly upholding the meaning of these books. One of my friends told me a very simple thing," maybe you think of your life in a me-centric manner".

I am not one of the best believers around. But I believe there is something which created all this we have today, I don't wish to know what it is, but yah something is up there which made us. People have given it names some call him Jesus, some call him Allah. I call him creator. I won't say the holy books are a guideline from him. But maybe if we could derive the true meaning of those books, we could live in a state of truth rather than in a state of denial. I believe happiness is something which we shouldn't chase; rather we should wait for it to come to us.

I may sound confused but all I am saying is lets try to live a true good life, life which is lived for upholding the true values is 10 times better than life lived chasing a false dream.

Mystery of Solitude

Solitude is it good, is it bad? Most of us would say that it is bad, but I prefer solitude, it gives you freedom to think, the eerie nature of silence helps in breaking down the most complex of the problems, I do not disagree that solitude might make you depressed and anguished. Solitude sounds dark in nature, but it is like a dark tunnel which ends in bright light.

The pressure of daily life is enormous, it may get to you sometimes, so I feel the best way to get some respite is to get away from the entire hustle bustle and stay in solitude for sometime. To achieve a future image of the consequences of your action, solitude is the best solution. Solitude doesn’t have to be necessarily evil

I think to be strong in your weakest moments is a great virtue which can be achieved only by few. The state of solitude might sometimes bring out the worst in you. For some it might be fear, for some it might be boredom and the list is endless but those who conquer this never fail in life.

Think of it why do authors, scientists like to work alone, because in that moment of silence they try to create a world of their own and calculate infinite possibilities of their work. I myself have seen it, when am alone away from the crowd I often create a world of my own, the world of imagination, I think of the impossible and gain satisfaction. Our dear former president Dr. A.P.J.Kalam says it’s good to dream.

I don’t think everybody will agree to this dark thinking. But many would definitely feel that there is an uncanny coincidence between the article and their life. I feel what is dark may not necessarily be dark, because there is light even in the darkest corner of the earth.