a letter

to the ever cruel hope,

me thinks it's not the diseases, not the epidemics, not the sadness, nor the greed which Pandora unleashed in the world by her stupid curiosity and disobedience than the evil disguised as good glittering and twinkling fairy which everyone likes to believe to be "HOPE"... the idea of hope is as virtual as the believe that you are what the mirror shows you... hope does as much goodness as much you find a Nazi helping a Jew.. its as pathetic as Indian belly swollen , greedy-oiled-paan-chewing politicians... hope is as cruel as listening to Justin Bieber and  Rebecca Black mash up with Miley Cyrus dancing over a destruction ball X 1000.... its as delusional as all the cosmetic product ads put together.... its as evil as the person who promises you to buy kulfi turns out that he is trying to kidnap you..

hope disgusts me now more than ever.. if you were a person i did probably hate you more than Voldermort. which is ALOT! you have poked me where i was sourest, you have mentally raped me when i was the weakest (i know inappropriate use, but nothing was more befitting)... i had sworn allegiance with you at a tender age no matter what may come.. but you.. you pushed me right off the cliff , while my back was turned to you.. such was your partnership?! you disgust me to the level where even pimpled toads seem a pretty site...

hope.... GAAAHHH!!! may you be locked in the boiling depths of tarturus and burn in inferno for a period unknown...

yours once-a-believer..

changing the turfs...

No, i am not totally abandoning this blog... the firsts are always too precious to be discarded may it be your disobedient spoilt first child, or your broken first love or your tattered first novel.. i will post as much as i always do on this blog... but just for the sakes of a pleasant change there is one more i have taken initiative to write.. herehttp://theboxtalks.wordpress.com/ may it be a good read... :) 

ship of life

Some words left unsaid

Some touches left unfelt

Sceneries left uncompassed

A love left unconfessed

Some flavours left unsavoured

Few smiles left unshared

Some canvases left blank

As the ship gently sank

The ship of life i thought

In the sea of forgot-me-nots

                                                              

Some fights i regret

An incomplete novelette

The apologies left refuted

Some relations left jilted

Innumerable memories unperished

Inspite of time unblemished

Further my ship sailed

Sinking with every breathe exhaled

A many left in the to-do list

Some left in the must-have done list

But isn’t that life i rambled

A many happy hellos

And a many tearfull goodbyes

The ship of life i thought

In the sea of forgot-me-nots

knocks of the wind

A torrential symphony
As the wind drums on the door
And the rains humms their choruses on the panes
Playing the songs of the ages...
Come and listen hammers the wind
For a music to the ears of those who appreciate
Knock knock on the kids door
I apologise, to frighten you...
But listen sweet child, its the song of the ages..
Pray dont shiver..
Knockety knock, on the rickety door of mine...
Annoyed me, wraps the blanket closer and increasing the volume of the music I prefer...
Alas the optimistic fool doesn't give up!
The next door it knocks finds an old couple dead to the pounding, sleeping eyes wide open..
Still the optimistic fool of a wind keeps knocking.. Persistant in its own foolish way...


PS: I hate cold feet. my usual super power ability to sleep seems to have betrayed me tonight.. the noise outside reminds me of the C grade horror movie background sound.. the loud patters , thunder storm and the door almost flying of it's hinges like a caged hungry dog eyeing a plump rabbit hopping around.. and everything ends up to the above bad poetry which lacks rhyme and rhythm and anything resembling close to a poetry.. my apologies.. and yes, i do hate cold feet!

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*o*

#condition one and only
marry someone with that voice *that voice* *that voice* ..

Here Comes The *SUN*

As Mumbai was in the brick of an zombie apocalypse caused by incessant rains in more animated words –“raining blue whales and brochiosauruses” and filtered sun rays through dense almost opaque clouds.. to save the day, oh no the month, humanity.. came the sun! The pale mumbaikars who had started limping and looking for dry roads stared into the warm rays like they were stunted by the warmth.. a whole month ie 30days..ie 720 hours ie 43200 mins ie 2592000secs ie 2.592X10^9 micro-secs ie.....

In came the blissful excited protons (rays) piercing through the clouds proving whose the boss of the skies and shooting right over the morbid grey port hole riddled roads and waterlogged rail tracks. A few more days and i bet on my happy soul that there would have been a zombie outbreak.. with commutators waddling through knee deep water  and infecting others by just looking at them.. their damp clothes that refuse to dry clinging to their bodies which have gone pale, leathery and wrinkled due to the absence of vitaminD and constant osmosis taking place.. it would have been zombieland revisted!

May be i speak too soon. Hopefully the sun comes and stays for a day or two. Cause it wont be long before i start missing the splashing about dirty water and complaining about truckloads of rain!

PS: when you have nothing to talk, talk about the weather. 

the muscle man

he was so swollen with muscles and with such huge biceps that he couldn't lift his arm to feed himself.. and died.

note: put on your glares cause my sunniness will blind you! :] 

the Oswald fix!

why does it feel like all the cosmic elements are plotting against you, to do even marginally well enough to pass in a totally useless subject such as E-commerce! why do engineers even have to study that?! adding to the already slippery nature of the subject plus the first signs of rains and the sweet breeze.. tell me.. how can anyone even think of looking into the book!!
crappy non-sense text book language over first rains.. need i say more??
even the last moment panic induced adrenaline seems feeble against this surreal climate!
i like to refer this fix situation similar to Oswald's (the big head blue octopus!) he had to either save the overflowing popcorns or the bubbles from the bubble bath... the "kya karu kya na k
aru" situation!
it's always a war of the mind and the brain .. but you know you are doing the wrong thing when both consent with each other..
the funny thing is each year there is always this one time i have faced a fix like this... and each time the wrong thing will be chosen to be done.. and each time there will be bubble joy followed by regret...some priorities are always messed up! =D

a mistake is not a mistake unless it is repeated..

the warning!

In the marshes they all sing

Came a man of horses with wings

Telling lores of the long gone mist

Of terrors and horrors that had ceased to exsist

Reminiscent of an age fought and gone

In the marshes they all sing

Came a man of horses with wings

Went he to the king of happy times

With news not sweet , but bitter crimes

Laughed his majesty with belly all swollen

 wine and bread was his token

In the marshes they all sing

Came a man of horses with wings

Lords and ladies ,he bowed to them

Hoped his warnings were taken then.

But rich laughed with shivering legs

Knew if he was right they all be dead

Still no heed anyone paid

Thought the happy times would never fade

Disappeared he into the unknown

Forgotten he was before the dawn

It was the morning of 5^th of summer

Land and sky mirrored each other

Both red

Both a blazed

Ashes of grey was all that was left

Of the king and his horses

Of gardens and it’s roses

In the marshes they all sing

Came a man of horses with wings

Smirked he from above

But brains is what you were void of

A test you failed miserably

Some lessons you learned, probably!

In the marshes they all sing

Came a man of horses with wings!

the 100.

uhmm,  that should be about 100 ! 

PAAAMP! whistles and streamers.. oh! confetti.. claps all around! the ONE HUNDREDTH post.. 

Yeah, making a bit fuss over the 100^th post. It doesn't seem that long that i had hesitantly made my 1^st ever blog which remains to be the only one. And a century of rambles do seem to me like an achievement cause i never knew i had so much to talk about or rather i could truly right two sentences without drifting off midway .. as i have always said i lack the basic step wise logical and algorithmic writing thought process.. (errkk! Nerd alert!)

I pat myself on the back for coming this long way with much discretion. And i also have to thank a someone (wink wink) cause of whom i started populating the already overpopulated zone of amateur writing.

I would have liked to have the 100^th post to be of a masterpiece of my literary skills, but owing to the no room of letting off steam i fear my masterpiece would have been rather soggy.. (kudos to you if all that made any sense)

And this all sounded like an award speech.. just add a squeaky little voice while reading and that would be like blowing life,almost like i have been talking to you. (tho, i don’t have a squeaky voice! I think not! :/ )

Peace!( for all the strikes and protests going on, we do need some) 

a story.

A story about me and you,

A story about life that’s simple

A chapter about childhood                                             

About love and struggle

The untangled words of the ancestors

Profound and wise, as they were

Of life that’s simple

Of life that’s small

Of a play of many acts

Of an end that’s known

Of a heaven that’s expected

A story of me and you. 

ELUVEITIE

rothe khawaboo ko mana lenge..

Little Missings..

The little missings

The countless pens and erasers

The one piece of the jigsaw you never find

The safety pins and clips ,

Reported gone in times most needed

Keys, which go Houdini each time you get late!

Ever wondered as to what happened to them?

May be swirling in some lost and found abyss

To be found someday, by their rightful owners

Or perhaps they were found and owned by someone-else

And if ever were they given a voice...

My! The tales they would have had to tell!

The little missings

Important yet ignored

Sure does makes life hell !

there is a better world..

madness.. it is!

road trip wrappers...

Music ,wind, sun and please! not to forget my wayfarer glasses. It looked like a scene right out of ZNMD! Keeeeerrkk.. just, instead of the sky blue Buick, picture a truck in dashing orange. And oh! Say tata to the smooth roads of Spain and helloooo to the Indian grameen roads giving the pot-hole ridden Mumbai roads a tough competition.

It’s peculiarly common as to how these road trips come out to be the little lessons in life to which you look back and smile and say "Manh! Those were the days!" . My road trip taught me a few.

1. Always carry more jeans. (avoids the shocked expression of ma saying “did you sleep on mud?!”)

2. DO NOT drink outside water. Never. period.

3. Take the liberty of packing a first aid kit for a regiment.(cause most of the time you turn out to be travelling  with a group of ignorant hypocrites who are ninnies when it comes to health)

4. Check under the beds before leaving/checking out (it just might turn out that you left your charger there, doesn’t really matter how it landed there)

5. Always and always eat icecream whenever you are shivering to the bones!

6. Kick box anyone who is around.. (well ..cause it’s fun!)

7. Not to sit beside your NSP in an overnight bus. (cause if you droll while you sleep, chances with him/her will be down the drain forever!  )

8. Always have a dabba (dabba- old fashioned sans any fancy OS mobs) android people are cry babies when it comes to charging!

9. DO NOT carry camera, cause believe it or not there would be atleast one more guy who would be clicking same pics as you. So why do all the work?

10. This is one of the biggest lessons I have learnt.

 Acceptance.

 Acceptance of defeat. Of a better luck next time. That trip back to the hotel from the track was hardest most silent one, one could have ever sat through in a otherwise noisy group of 26. The moment of acceptance, that we had been disqualified. Of all those long nights in sparks and dust and grease and nuts equaling to nothing.

All stories aren’t fairy tales.. i guess.. but in the end there are always lessons to be learnt and memories to be wrapped for some far away meeting many years from now, when you sit with a glass, preferably bottles of drinks with the old college buddies and unwrap those discoloured boxes from the attic, to see that the flowers you had packed were still fresh and still full of tingly pollen to make you laugh over all of it. 

Cheers to a dusty luck and a clean tomorrow! Clink !

the constant variable. . .

kuch ehsaas yuhi...

the limitlessness

Pighle neelam sa behta ye sama,
neeli neeli si khamoshiyan,
na kahin hai zameen na kahin aasmaan,
sarsaraati hui tehniyaan paattiyaan,
keh raheen hai bas ek tum ho yahan,
bas main hoon,
meri saansein hain aur meri dhadkhanien,
aisi gehraiyaan, aisi tanhaiyaan,
aur main...sirf main.
Apne hone par mujhko yakeen aa gaya.

-zindagi na milege dobara

“Fate gives all of us three teachers, three friends, three enemies, and three great loves in our lives. But these twelve are always disguised, and we can never know which one is which until we’ve loved them, left them, or fought them.” ― Gregory David Roberts, Shantaram

being infinite..

This one moment when you know you're not a sad story. You are alive, and you stand up and see the lights on the buildings and everything that makes you wonder. And you're listening to that song and that drive with the people you love most in this world. And in this moment I swear, we are infinite.

(perks of being a wallflower)  

fixing..

Lights will guide you home

And ignite your bones

And i will try to 

Fix You..

so what.. huh??

dream???

oh god.. this is going to take some time......and shit happens

the usual boringness of the vacation had engulfed me. The sudden absence of a constant adrenaline of exams made things as void as it could be. Life seemed pretty purposeless. And all one could do is stare into all types of electronic screens possible. I was mid way of watching the Independence day for the nth time when..

Buzz. Buzz.. eh! Another call. I had enough! Damn it! Another wrong no!

Buzz buzz.. the cell rang again and this time it was pure static.. in rage i switched off the cell. The static had been troubling me for a long time. But i was too lazy to go to the service centre.

Switching off the cell i continued my limbo into the movie. Buzz buzz... the screen was blinking again. How the f**K! With obvious irritation i picked up the phone seeing digits just continuously appearing on the screen. On picking up there was a huge static and the sound was all i could here. All went blank except the sound.

Scene outside: at that very moment all world had gone still. Every person possible had received a similar call and been send into a semiconscious state. The world was asleep except for a continuous buzzzzzzzz.. omnipresent. Not one was spared.

Waking up i find myself sitting on a branch of a very ancient tree(when did i learn to climb trees?!).. a pig with wings flew above me. What.. the..!! surely i must be dreaming. .. the next thing i know i was in a room paneled with mirrors. And all i could see was myself reflected 100 times over.. a variety of images came flashing some childhood some totally unrelated and some of so stark a reality that it was like waking up from a dream. All i could see were uv lights around illuminating and glowing MRI like machines and then again those weird dreams.

The scene: pods filled with fluid were kept with blacklight illuminating the floating bodies. Quire jellylike figures moving around the floor with a noticeable head like formation and creating tentacles for movement. They communicated with high pitched sounds. Like crackling signals.

Aliens to each other: what a boring science project! All you had to do is make them listen our voice! (crackles)

Yeah! Silly humans! Thinking they have made a scratch on the infinite universe.. buyeahhh! In their faces! (laughs)

It’s time.. we have to take the best samples and be off. We have stayed long enough as it is!

Shah! And i thought we did have a longer IV!

The protagonist:  why is it so cold suddenly? Oh shit! I fell asleep on the floor!  And then i had this splitting headache. So went off to get some saridon and coffee. And to my surprise the moon and the sun were together in the sky.. or was it ???  

The alien: pssstt.. i didn’t return of the specimens! (laughing) i have got a HUMAN pet!! 

the finality of it all...

31st has always been like the end page of the book. As the story ends and you reflect on all that happened in it. the lagging first half ,the climax of the middle and a weird conclusion in the end. A good book would make you want to re-read the good parts or may be make you think of the a sequel or perhaps search for a more deeper meaning..
31st nights have always been the recap of the whole year(partially cause i spend it flipping through channels of extensive glittery and shine of the bolly nos.) and my conclusions have always been "i have been bad this year" (yes, strong conscience there!)
The fun part comes when you have to decide on a new year's resolution. No matter how serious, one is about it by the 2nd of the month it shows no signs of ever having made one!
So i end up calling a few friends, texting the rest and watching the fireworks at the expense of other's pocket.A generous world indeed!

 CAUSE IT'S ALWAYS ABOUT HOPE..