At world's end..

A journey of a lifetime,
is coming to an end,
no reason left to walk,
why bother to take a step...

An era of happiness,
is coming to an end,
no reason left to smile,
why bother to fake it then..

An age of innocence,
is coming to an end,
no reason left to trust,
why bother to make a friend...

A decade of peace,
is coming to an end,
no reason left to love,
why bother to confess...

An eternity of hope,
is coming to an end,
no reason left to expect,
why bother to dream then..

A time that was to live,
is coming to an end,
no reason left to survive,
why bother to breathe then....

A world i once lived in,
is coming to an end,
no reason left to stay,
why bother to live then...

Still searching...

In search of a wonderland,
that is not known to exist,
i'll keep travelling though,
no matter how many miles are yet to go...

Tired eyes still look in hope,
around this miserable world,
in the dark, they crave for sunshine,
for a haven, peaceful and divine...

The heart longs to meet the one,
its rhythm slowing each day,
still clinging to a ghost unseen,
not wondering how long's it been..

The soul cries from deep inside,
writhing quietly in pain,
Watching the time pass by,
helpless, with a silent sigh...

The arms are open since eternity,
waiting to embrace her forever,
just the cold air brushes the skin,
lonely is the world, i live in....

Could it be more unreal...?

Reality shows have been ruling the roost for quite some time now, and have firmly established themselves as a formidable force to be reckoned with. However, in the past 3 months, reality television seems to have lost its resplendence. Gone are the days when reality TV was actually real in its truest sense. The singing talent hunts which seemed melodramatic a few years back now seem far better than the BRIDE hunts that are being carried out these days. People have become so desperate to get married, that they have condescended to humiliate themselves and their families on national television. LUX PERFECT BRIDE, a show that aired on STAR PLUS from October-December 2009 was nothing short of mental persecution. A bunch of losers who could not find themselves a wife after several failed attempts hit rock-bottom when they chose this show to find themselves a suitable bride who would also win a sum of Rs.25 lacs by the end of it. Amidst a lot of drama the show ended with a stupid couple finally tying the knot on national television for the very first time in its illustrious history. My mother and nana were glued to the TV set between 10.30 -11pm every single day to allow themselves to be subjected to the nonsense that the show had stored in it. Rakhi Sawant, now a household name, was the special guest on the show's finale. I assume by now you must've realized how lame the show really was. If you had the misfortune of watching it yourself, you would know that even the judges of the show were people who are either over their prime but happy with their new accent [SHEKHAR SUMAN] or who have no projects in the pipeline and a lot of time to spare [AMRITA RAO] or who never had and will never have any projects in the pipeline and are dying to flaunt their new implants to the Indian public [MALAIKA ARORA KHAN]. May it be in terms of the lackadaisical concept, or atrocious performances [provided the show was scripted to the very last scene] the show had nothing to write home about.

There was another show which aired on COLORS at the same time named BIG BOSS Season 3, or may i call it BIG BOSS TRITIYA as Bachchan likes to call it. It started off pretty slow, but really stepped on the gas after the first 2 weeks in terms of the TRPs. The 14 participants created controversies in the form of intimacy, hatred, violence, politics, and at one point of time even striptease..! Tempers flew along with plastic bottles..and bread slices..! There were no rivers of blood but those of milk and oil instead..! It was absolute bedlam inside that house. The show had all the makings of a 'reality show'. However, the winner turned out to be the lousiest person in the house- VINDOO DARA SINGH. The winner of the show was a candy-assed weasel words who used to play a monkey-man on Indian TV a 100 years back..! The winner was a guy who's verbal prowess is as good as that of YASH CHOPRA's..! The winner was a guy who's father has been hired to make funny faces in a KUKURE ad..! How in the blue hell did he win that show...??

My question is...could it be more unreal...? Not just the show per se...but also its outcome.

Anyways, now that i'm done dishing out my detest for all that's unreal in the world, i better get back to my bottle of rum. We're devils and black sheep.....and really bad eggs...drink up me 'earties yo-ho...!!!!!

P.S.: MALAIKA, IF THOSE ARE NOT IMPLANTS LET ME SAY THEY ARE A FINE PAIR . AND IF THEY ARE REAL, MY FAITH IN REALITY TELEVISION HAS BEEN RESTORED.

Soldier down..!

Mates, i have a piece of advice for you. Never overdo something that you are new at. No, i am not referring to sex. After taking a good look at myself in the mirror a few days back, i decided to take up a new challenge. I decided to lose the flab around my waist that makes me look like a pickle jar. Not having the time or money to join a gym at this point of time, i chose the closest alternative. I am not referring to sex this time either. It was the internet that i turned to, where i 'googled' my way to find a plethora of information on various ab exercises, oblique workouts and even yoga sessions that could help in my latest endeavor.

So, after reading a dozen articles on 'Google' and downloading several videos on 'You Tube', i was still very much in the middle of nowhere. Cases were legion where people had successfully reduced a tonne of weight in a short span of time without any side-effects. It was indeed very reassuring and also highly motivating. After searching for the required data for almost 2 days and not being entirely satisfied with what i had, i turned to the one man who had a solution to my problem. And no, he was not a sexologist.

It was - Baba Ramdeo. That's right, the man who had taken the country by storm a few years back with his ingenious yoga techniques like acupressure and the like. The man who had supposedly come to be known as a benison to millions of diabetics, heart patients, thyroid patients, and above all -obese SOBs like me all over the country. So i downloaded a 58 minute long video of his from You Tube and went through his yoga techniques which made quite an impact on me. They seemed easy; yet effective. However....yes there is a 'however'. However, before starting off with his techniques i had done a few ab exercises the day before which had developed a harmless little backache. This morning when i finally started off with his yoga session i could feel the pain growing gradually. Now instead of stopping there and then and waiting for myself to recover, i kept going at it being the moron that i am. I had to face the repercussions of my idiocy. It came in the form of a near broken back and an excruciating pain which does not let me move around too much and makes me walk like a scare-crow that has come alive.

So, the soldier is down for now. But i will get going at it again, as soon as i fully recuperate. Look at the good part though. I get to lie back on the couch all day long and catch some TV. Now, where's that bottle of rum. We're devils and black sheep and really bad eggs, drink up me 'earties yo-ho..!

What's next..?

Mates, the seasons have been changing outside my window at a pace hard to fathom. December is already under way, marking the beginning of the end of 2009. My 3rd semester exams are finally over and i can breathe again. However, my college is in a state of bedlam, considering that the placement scene has truly turned into a fine kettle of fish. Plus, i have put on a few extra pounds in the past 2 months, which i'm frantically trying to get rid off. About a month back, i overcame the 'beer fear' and also crossed the 'wine line' for the very first time. Plus what made it really awesome was that i did not had to pay for it. It's great to have a bro who earns.

Apart from that, the realization that i am still very much in love with Prachi fully dawned on me, giving me the scare of my life. Not to mention, i invented a new catchphrase of my own where i point the tip of my middle and index fingers on my temple and say- 'mind' and with a gesture which suggests that i'm shooting myself in the head i say-'blowing'..that's right...mind-blowing!

Now comes the 4th and final semester of my college life. The entire batch of 60 will have a 4 month long reunion before disbanding forever and getting lost in the mist of their own dreams. But i will make sure that this last sem is mind- hold your horses- blowing..! Mind-blowing..!

The 1st of December just passed by three days back. Mates, you have no idea what significance that day holds. If i am America; then the 1st of December is my 4th of July..! Okay that was a bit weird, but i hope you got the picture. This is that very same magical month when it all had really started 3 years ago. It seems just like yesterday though.

I have something on my mind that has been bugging me off-late. It seems like some kind of unfinished business is still up in the air, screaming out for a closure. And closure it shall recieve. And hence, i am setting out on a journey to prove a point to myself. As Sid said the other day, it does sound a little silly. But i have been that way all my life, and i guess in some weird way, it has always paid-off. For all those who are wondering what exactly i am about to do, the answer is- i don't have the foggiest idea. But i guess that's the fun part of it. I know what i want; but i don't know the means to achieve it. I guess i'll let my instincts take care of the rest. So let's see what happens.

As far as life is concerned, i don't know what you have stored in next for me...but whatever it is....just bring it... I hope you bring it...because i will...

We're devils and black sheep and really bad eggs...drink up me 'earties yo-ho!!

I hope i meet their mother...

HOW I MET YOUR MOTHER was brought to my notice by Ashutosh, my marketing batch mate. It has granted me some respite after my 7-year-long addiction towards the hit sitcom- F.R.I.E.N.D.S., which according to me, still remains the best thing to grace the small screen with its delectable presence in the past two decades.

Anyway, this post is not about eulogizing something that appears on the 'not-so idiot box'. I'll explain the relevance of the 'not-so' later on. This is about me and my worst fear. No, i'm not referring to cockroaches here, even though they are the most gross beings on the face of the planet. I mean the fear of not being lucky enough to be running into someone out there on a fortuitous day, falling head over heals in love, getting married and having twins- a boy and a girl,the girl being a replica of her beautiful mother. I paint quite a picture, don't i?

I saw her in college, and i thought that was it. But it was not so.
I saw her outside my office door, and thought that was it. It proved to be a poor guess again.
I met her at my b-school, and thought that was it. By this time i had gotten used to getting it all wrong.

The point is, that i'm still searching for her. People call the TV an idiot box for reasons best known to them. May be they feel that it is full of shit and one doesn't learn much from the same. And as lame as it may sound, i did learn one thing from this show- life is not as bad as we make it sound. As far as the 'love problem' is concerned, it will take care of itself. I will find 'the one'. And i know that 'the one', my one, was not one of those girls mentioned above as none of them has been lucky enough to stay by my side. My one is still to come. And i know, that she's coming, i know that she's trying to get to me, as fast as she can.

So mates, i will wait for her. And i will wait for the time when i get a chance to make my teenage kids sit on a couch and start off with the famous line- "Kids, this is the story of how i met your mother.."

The day the show-stopped....

It has been a wonderful journey since the past one year. I wish i was able to celebrate my first blog-a-versary, on the 22nd of October this year. But sadly enough, as a result of the current turn of events, i am shutting down this blog. I would like to thank all those who read my blog for almost a year. Thank you for the compliments, the suggestions and even the complaints.

This blog made me fetch my poetic talent which i never thought i possessed. It served as an outlet for my emotions which were bottled up inside me. I will not be deleting this blog, as i would like the legend of 'Vintage Aashiq' to live on forever. I apologize for the previous post which brought about the demise of this blog in the first place.

But....here's the catch, mates. Considering that i am, without a shred of a doubt, the insane one, the mad-hatter, the most immature SOB on god's fucked-up planet... let me just say..that i am leaving to return. I don't know when, but i will. And when i do...the first post will be the controversial..'The Rock says..'


And finally...i would like to quote...

I'll say goodbye,
but don't you cry,
coz' i will be back,
someday....!

Until then...just sing along mateys... We're devils and black sheep..and really bad eggs...drink up me 'earties yo-ho...!

Three to tango...

Anirudh's blog post made me sit back on my couch, scratch my head and think on the same lines. I tried reminiscing on the past decade or so, trying to put all the pieces of the puzzle in place so that i get to see the real picture of my life. Firstly, it was hard to admit that it started 7 long years ago, although it still seems just like yesterday. I came from HOLY FAMILY HIGH, one of the better known schools in Andheri. Now every school has pros and cons of its own. For instance, my school had one of the best grounds in the city, complimented by a building which stood magnanimously in the midst of the industrial ones around it. But, sadly enough, it was devoid of god's best creation- women. Yes, it was a boys' school, which just made things worse for a guy like me who was already low on his self-esteem because of being highly overweight. As unbelieveble as it may seem now, i was a very shy person back then. After making way into college- M L Dahanukar, i had a lot of trouble coping up with the alien but beautiful creatures walking past me every now and then. Which brings me to the theme of this post- Love.

2002-2007
Despite being a person who believes that there is no such thing as love at first sight, my heart and my mind decided to make an exception to that idea when i laid my eyes on her. She was around 5'5, with silky black hair which fell loosely on her shoulders, beautiful dark-brown eyes which were encircled by an eye-liner or a kajal, a smile which could light up a dungeon, a child-like giggle which would fill up an empty room, a walk which would make heads turn time and again, and the vital stats of a supermodel. It was the first day of the college in 2002 when i first saw her. It's 2009, and not much has changed, except the fact that she is now a very close friend of mine apart from being the love of my life. Some say i should be happy with that. But i have been drinking PEPSI for many years, and hence yeh dil maange more. She dated some guy for 8 years and ended up dumping him for cheating on her. The guy seems to have moved on, and so has the girl, leaving behind a part of her. She has lost faith in love and guys, as she keeps on saying. Fair enough. We became friends in December 2006, in the last year of college. After a brief period of really hitting it off on the phone as friends, came a long hiatus in which she had that break-up of hers. She made up a lie and walked out of my life, on the 14th of May, 2007, a day before my birthday. It wasn't her fault though. She was told to do so by my mother who felt i was going nuts after the girl and was on my way to ruin my life. However, life comes full circle, and so we got back in touch in November 2008. We met a few times, chatted, and went back to being the good friends that we used to be. Then she started working somewhere, and we started losing touch. It's been 3 months since we have met. We do talk on the phone once in a while, but i still miss her a lot. She is and will always remain the yardstick with which i will measure all women. She will always be the one.

2008
Then came the year 2008 along with the anticipation of the CET exams which were supposed to alter the course of my life, career and ultimately, my future. I gave my exams and started working at a small consultancy to consolidate my interest in the field of Human Resources [which sucks by the way as i realized this fact shortly after i found myself in that hole]. I was there just for a month, but it was worth its weight in gold. It was in the last week that she joined the consultancy. Almost as short as me, she had the most mesmerizing pair of eyes i had ever seen with a sadness which was quite palpable, very thick hair which were mostly held together by a clip, a smile which came very seldom but was worth the wait, a very sensuous yet dulcet voice and yet again, a figure which was not very hard to guess. We hit it off immediately, and i was finding it hard to believe how comfortable i was with her. She may call me crazy, but i think she liked me too. I took off in a week's time, while she continued to work there for another month before moving to a better company somewhere else. We kept meeting throughout this month, and had a pretty good time. To me, it seemed like dating though she always seemed to deny it. There were moments when we admitted how special we were to each other. Then after a few days she started acting a bit aloof. She gave me a birthday treat at BIRDY'S, for which even Sid was invited [who by the way ate most of the cake which had PRATIK written all over it]. Exactly a week later, amidst a series of misunderstandings which seemed more ridiculous than the way i walk, she told me that she does not want to see my face again because i was fake. I was told that it seemed weird how could i switch over to her so easily after having admitted to being in love with another girl for almost 6 years. I probably shouldn't have mentioned the first girl to begin with. Anyway, she also mentioned that i was a hypocrite as i wore my father's shirts despite hating him to the core. In my defense, my father was a lousy man who owned great shirts which fit me like a glove and were left abandoned by my dad in his cabinet, and it was hard to let go of something free and useful. So, anyway, she had a few reasons to back up her case. Fair enough. I met her once again, around 6 months later, somewhere around December 2008.We met like old friends, had a good time and seemed to have come back on track as being friends after telling each other about finding our respective long lost loves. She was in the mood of going back to her ex, while i was too excited about having reconnected with the first girl. We parted on an excellent note. Then the next time i called her i was told to stay away from her life. If you think it's weird, it's fair enough. Now that i think of it, may be i was never in love with her. But i was very close to her. She was a good friend. In fact, she still is a good friend and one of the most amazing souls i have ever come across in life. I miss her too. I miss my friend.

2008-2009 [Present]

I enrolled myself in ADMI- ALKESH DINESH MODY INSTITUTE FOR FINANCIAL AND
MANAGEMENT STUDIES, a b-school in the heart of the Mumbai University campus. I met her very early in the 1st sem itself. She was an enigma. Sometimes i still think she is. Shorter than me, with the cutest smile ever, a very photogenic face, a dusky complexion, a very sharp sense of fashion, a kiddish yet endearing demeanour and a breathtaking figure [again], this girl was indeed an eyeful. We became very good friends by the end of the first sem. I had always found her very attractive but had never thought of her in the real sense until the beginning of the 2nd sem. When our friendship was at its peak, i was told by her that she had gotten into a relationship. It came as a sucker-punch, but i have to say i took it rather well, thanks to all the experience that i had in 'not getting the girl' department. They have been going around for 7 months now, and they're doing great. Her beau is a great guy and takes real good care of her, more than i ever could. Off late we have lost touch thanks to the different specializations that we have chosen, and her other priorities. But we still are friends, or so i would like to think. I would like to believe i was not in love with her either, may be a bit too emotionally attached as we used to spend almost 1o hours together every single day, being classmates.

27/09/09 [Today]
So, here i sit, thinking about all three of them. If you have noticed, all these girls had one thing in common, they were all incredibly hot. Okay....wait....that explains why i did not get any of them. The last two will always be remembered as very good friends whom i will miss nonetheless. But the first one, without a shred of a doubt will always remain the first and perhaps the only girl i have ever been in love with. You don't have to believe me if you don't want to. I may be making the whole thing up, i might be faking, and i still might be wearing my father's shirt. Wait....let me check...yes...i am in fact wearing his shirt today. Damn it. Anyways, i got to go now. But i will surely come back later to crib about my sorry life again. And you know what, i think it's fair enough. And even if it's not, who cares, it's my blog, i can write whatever i want to.

There's no rum in the house but there's a can of DIET COKE. Works for me. We're devils and black sheep...and really bad eggs.....drink up me 'earties yo-ho..!

Woke up Sid...!

Well, for the very first time in the history of my almost-a-year long blogging journey, i'm writing a post on someone else's blog. My brother, Anirudh, aka Sid, is a fine blogger himself. Now this latest post of his, is a true humdinger. In this post, he spills the beans all over the table, something he is not famous for. For someone like him who loves to play his cards really close to his chest, it was a pleasant surprise to see him write something like this. The post is all about this 'friend' of his who fell for 6 different girls in the past decade or so, and what he learnt from each of those experiences. The icing on the cake is perhaps the way he has described each of the girls vis-a-vis their 'Rashees'. Kudos to him for making the post on the eve of the release of the much awaited 'What's your Rashee?'

Having known him for the past 7 years, it was easy to place a finger on each and every girl that he has mentioned in the blog. Needless to mention, that so-called 'friend' of his, is the author of the post himself. The post chronicles the events that took place over the years, and the aftermath of the same. He even goes on to make a few very strong points which would alter his image in the minds of the people who know him. For the better, of course. He makes a lot of revelations in the post,thereby making him very vulnerable to my jokes in the coming few weeks.

After having found himself between a rock and hard place six times till now, he has finally found himself in a great relationship, and it seems like it will last forever. Knock on wood.

But as he said in that sms of his, this post of his is truly legen...wait for it...dary..! Check out the link
http://thispartofmylife.blogspot.com

By the way...you gotta love the title of this post of mine too....! It's almost as if we are promoting new movies....! Drink up me 'earties yo-ho..!

What a rush...!!!!!!!

Last night was by all means, a night to remember. I'm a senior at a b-school, though i never behave like one. So last evening we hosted a freshers' party for our juniors at a nice old place at Khar west. Me and my friend Ameya were amongst the few who reached the place a tad too early. The party was supposed to kick-off by 6 at the most, while we got there by 5.30 ,which didn't turn out to be a very bad idea. The rule was that the FY's and the SY's had to enter the hall as a threesome of sorts as a combination of 2 guys and 1 gal. The host of the party was the quintessential Kenneth Fernandes, perhaps the most confident and eloquent speakers of his age, who did an amazing job throughout the evening despite not being in the pink of his health. It was a good sight all around the hall, Miss Marketing- Namrata looked hotter than ever, Anagha looked as pretty as a picture, Tripti looked more enchanting than usual, Sonam went for a shocking makeover that left us gasping for breath, Shweta looked like a chocolate cup-cake enshrouded in a dark brown dress, while Radhika looked her usual adorable self with shortened hair. The FY girls were looking ravishing too, all dressed to the nines.

Now the ones who were late for the party were made to dance to the most abominable tracks that bollywood has produced in history. 'Sarkaye leyo khatiya jada lage..!' was one of the them, so you can imagine what exactly we put the late-comers through. Some time later, after a small talk with one of my friends i noticed that my watch was no more wrapped around my wrist. While i was looking for the same in a state of panic, i heard a very familiar voice say, "I believe some gentleman has been generous enough to drop his watch..can he please come and collect it!" I then strided towards the hosting area with a look of relief on my face. It didn't last too long though. As Kenny saw me approaching, he announced that i will also 'forfeit' and shake a leg. Fortunately, it was a wordless track, far less embarrassing than the ones i had seen the others dance on. I'm darn sure i made a complete ass out of myself while i was out there for those few seconds. But i think i liked it. For the first time i looked like exactly what i am- stark raving mad. Once that was done, the ice was broken.

While the juniors were given a few games like paper dance, etc. i saw a few of my friends leaving the hall, so i followed them. There were around 8-10 of them including a very good friend of mine. They said they were going for a drink. I refused and stayed back at the party. The music rang through the hall and people, including myself, forgot the world and its worries, and started swinging to the tunes. I don't know whether what i was doing could be categorized as 'dancing' or not, but it sure was better than what seems like scaring away a bunch of pigeons around you. So we danced for one hour straight until we were soaked with sweat. Then arrived those who had went for a drink. And then all hell broke loose. I vividly remember that one of them- Vasu, actually kissed my hand and was about to propose to me. It was very touching. Then he sang a few songs on the microphone, and danced throughout the remaining hours till the very end with an unseen vigour and ecstasy. He really breathed some life into the party. Ameya had had a few shots too, much to the chagrin of his good friends, but he wasn't sloshed at all. Although he staggered a bit initially, he was back to his normal self by the end of the evening after a glass of lemon juice. He even danced a bit with Sonam, who by the way left me flabbergasted with her moves. Nikhil, a very close friend of mine, was there with me the whole time. In fact he was the only sorry soul who had to watch me dance up close. We missed Soniya a lot, a very good friend of ours. Debanjali, or Debo as we call her, captured every moment of this amazing evening on her digi-cam. I think she took around 300 plus snapshots. Harsh and Priya, two of my closest friends were also busy enjoying a cosy dance all night long. The highlight of the night was the dance by Shardul and Nisha, two of my other friends, who really burnt the dance floor for which they received the 'best dancing couple' award, much to the delight of all present who had cheered the couple on the top of their voices while they were shaking a leg.

At one point of time, i was chatting with Radhika when Sonam came and said, "Ladies room ke saamne kyon khada hai?" With a puzzled look on my face, i turned around to see myself blocking the way to that 'room'. While she went inside, i smiled to myself, retrospecting on something that happened a few years back. The ones who know me quite well will know what exactly i'm referring to. This wasn't the first time i had found myself standing outside the 'ladies room'.Then there was a slow dancing session where i just stood back and watched all those beautiful people dance. Some were couples, while some were just good friends. But they all looked absolutely wonderful while moving their feet in sync, to the rhythm of the slow, seductive music. There were two of our juniors in particular who seemed to be really enjoying each other's company throughout the party. Good for them, to say the least.

The evening then came to an end after we had our dinner which consisted of mostly Chinese dishes which i love. Although i didn't eat much, i made myself a couple of coke floats by mixing coke and a few scoops of vanilla ice-cream. It felt nice not to shell out 50 bucks for a coke float at a place which is represented by a red-haired ass clown. We took off then. Shardul, Ameya, Debo, Sonam and myself went to the University to drop the girls, despite knowing that they would be the ones who would save us from the goons, if the time comes. We took a few more snaps near the girls' hostel. Then there was a small incident where a bunch of hammered assholes were yelling at us and seemed to be in a mood to pick a fight. Ameya, not being the one to back off from such a confrontation, was about to retaliate when he was stopped by all of us, fearing the consequences. After the girls safely went to their respective hostels, we started walking towards the University gate to catch a rick. All this while i was turning back to see if we are still being followed by those idiots. Fortunately, they had went their way. Thank goodness they did, because if they hadn't, i would've done some serious damage ( to myself ).

We took a rick back home, and after a lot of complaining and cribbing, and an overuse of the 'F-word', i walked with Ameya till his building while he continued his tirade about how he could go on his own and that he was perfectly fine. The truth is, he was fine. But i just went along with him so that i know where he stays, after all i should know the location of the house where i'm going to plant a bomb in a week's time right...? I hope he isn't reading this. I walked back to my place then, while i had a conversation with Debo about the party on the phone, which took exactly 21 minutes.

I reached home when the needles of my watch, which by the way is still broken as and when i had found it, were embracing each other at 1. I collapsed on my bed after i was let in by my grandma who has trouble sleeping anyway. The night came to an end, but the memory of it will last forever. It was a good life, last night. It was a dream, last night. Now its back to reality. But i want to dream again, and soon i will. What a rush....! As far as the alcohol is concerned...the next time...even i might try some...until then....just sing along mateys... "We're devils and black sheep..... and really bad eggs...Drink up me 'earties yo-ho!"

Down that lane...

Sitting alone i ask myself,
have i ceased to be sane again,
as it doesn't seem the full shilling,
to go down that old lane...

A journey that i endured,
the last time i took that train,
i really should think twice before,
i go down that old lane...

Is the unknown destination,
truly worth all the pain,
as it was not so the last time,
i had went down that old lane...

It left a mark once before,
or should i call it a stain,
now history may repeat itself,
if i go down that old lane...

Will i lose it all this time,
or return back with a gain,
only time will tell this story,
once i go down that old lane..

But isn't there a small hunch,
that it all just might go in vain,
but i guess it's worth it, nonetheless,
to go down that old lane....

Where am i headed?

Being at a management school comes with its own pros and cons. We get the knowledge we need to survive under the new world order, the confidence to face some sordid music time and again, and the acumen to duck when the book is thrown at us. This all seems just about fine and dandy until the point of time when you are asked to describe your future endeavors that will follow your academics. Despite being a very sensible thought which should have precipitated in my mind a long time back, it still seems rather difficult to articulate something that is conspicuous by its absence.

In fact, i'm afraid that all except me know exactly what they want from life. May it be in terms of career, money, education, or power. Somehow, these things have never been a thorn in my side. Needless to mention that this might make my future a fine kettle of fish. So, i'm supposed to make a career plan for myself which is unfair on the part of a guy who has never even made a proper dinner plan in his life. I have a few things in mind about the same which await a severe reprimand for sure. I'm not going to bluff at all as that is not a part of my repertoire, which further makes my choice of 'marketing' look like a rueful mistake.

This plan of mine has to be submitted at the earliest. I know that being ostensible will not really help in this case, so i'll just do what i do best - just say what i feel. Nonetheless, this will lead to the man sitting across me think that i'm a brick short of a load. And it certainly should, because without a shred of a doubt, it is the whole truth. I am as mad as a hatter, and i'm damn proud of it. So, where exactly am i headed you ask? Excuse the profanity, but who gives a tiny rat's ass..!

We're devils, and black sheep and really bad eggs.....Drink up me 'eartis yo-ho!

That ride....

I'm sure we're all familiar with the feeling one gets when one is standing in the middle of an amusement park staring at people on the brink of throwing up after getting down from a ride which they had taken for a reason beyond any logic or reason to begin with. And then you see the next batch getting ready to go through the same ordeal with an ardency, which is quite endearing at times. I will take nothing away from those who beg to differ, by saying that they really had a ball on that ride.


May be this example lacked the quintessence that it should've had to describe the situation i'm trying to, in this very post of mine. The point i'm trying to drive home is that i've been a witness to one such disturbing ride in the past one year of my life. I've seen relationships, with - a beginning, a middle and an end, just like in case of a movie. In fact, it's frightening to see what this last one year has done to these people, and how it has changed them beyond recognition. I didn't take that ride myself, but i had to helplessly watch the ones i love, go through those endless ups and downs. Now that the ride is coming to an end, there's not much left to write home about anyways.

It shows what a span of a year can do to our lives. The ride is slowing down now, and has left the riders exhausted. Now they're filled with either resentment or repentance. But the year has gone by, taking away with it, everything it had brought along - trust, love and honesty.

And here i stand, smiling and wincing at the same time while watching a whole new crowd boarding the same ride with the same old remarkable brio and passion. I hope it's different for them; i hope it's better for them. I hope they never forget that nothing is worth ruining relationships, neither an illustrious career nor a luxurious life. Brace yourself, and hold on tight, to yourself and to each other and just remember what LEONARDO DICAPRIO kept saying in TITANIC- 'never let go'. Let the ride begin... Drink up me 'earties yo-ho..!

Les alliés

Residing in the same soul,
but never had met before,
now that they've shook hands,
for the world, pure evil's in store...

The good has surrendered,
its sanctity to the bad,
the divine sense and aura,
and the serenity it once had...

Now's a time for a bloodbath,
courtesy of the infernal beast,
corpses lying everywhere,
on which a waiting devil will feast...

A lesson will be taught to those,
who dare look in the dragon's eye,
then will unleash, a hellfire,
leaving nothing but a final cry...

Lucifer will smile for now,
until he's dethroned again,
but till that time arrives,
in all his glory, he shall rein...

A ticket to hell

After it's all over and done,
to the devil my conscience i'll sell,
and as a favor, he'll grant me,
a journey, a ticket to hell....

Once i finish my human chores,
in a different world i'll dwell,
and to take me there, will help,
that priceless ticket to hell...

I'll take my memories with me,
so i have a few stories to tell,
but there might not be words at all,
where will take me, the ticket to hell....

I'll neither cry, nor i'll smile,
and go back into my old shell,
because there 's no space for feelings,
at the place where takes, the ticket to hell....

The quietus..

Death awaits at every door,
with every soul it desires more,
Death wants to see the end,
despite the valiant efforts to fend...

Death wishes a silence forever,
a cold touch that'd make you shiver,
Death asks for a final prayer,
unleashing doom in the air....

Death has never had a cure,
the morbid tune continues to lure,
Death claims a few lives a day,
the end is near, as if to say...

Death has a nemesis in each of us,
that binds the heart and soul in a truss,
life is ours as long as we fight,
and death will surrender despite its might...

I see...

Looking down the barrel,
i see what's yet to come,
just a deadened silence,
and a life, lonesome....

A few years down the line,
i see eyes full of tears,
and i dig deep inside,
to confront those deadly fears...

After the end of this era,
i see a night, too dark to be true,
comes a devil with a deadly gaze,
while a pain waits to ensue...

After a long tiring journey,
i see the world at its end,
to return someday and breathe again,
to death, my soul i'll lend...

Do we?

Do we have a clue,
which way we're going,
if life's a river,
which way is it flowing...

Do we know the answer,
to the riddle of life,
why is it held by fate,
under the tip of a knife...

Do we know how wonderful,
this life really is,
it's the best drug ever,
with both brio and bliss...

Do we love our life,
the way we should,
do we choose the light,
or hide under a hood...

Do we choose to be happy,
or stay in the blues,
live your moments,
before they become old news...

Yo-ho, yo-ho!!!

It's a very short life i say,
better choose your track,
so always take what you can,
and give nothing back!

If you don't paint it red,
all color it will lack,
so always take what you can,
and give nothing back!

Forget the rules for a while,
and cut yourself some slack,
so always take what you can,
and give nothing back!

Fight to the very finish,
despite the odds that life may stack,
so always take what you can,
and give nothing back!

Life's a tricky riddle,
but try and it will crack,
so always take what you can,
and give nothing back!

This was a tribute to the inimitable JACK SPARROW.
P.S.: Sorry, i meant CAPTAIN JACK SPARROW.

A time...

There once used to be a time,
when life didn't seem too bad,
There once used to be a time,
when i was happy with what i had...

There once used to be a time,
when i never had to complain,
There once used to be a time,
when smiles never had to hide the pain.....

There once used to be a time,
when happiness was for real,
There once used to be a time,
when for life i had a great zeal.....

There once used to be a time,
when at peace had seemed the soul,
There once used to be a time,
when on life fate couldn't take its toll....

No longer...

Life is no longer,
what it once was,
to find what went wrong,
now remains a lost cause...

Smiles are no longer,
as wide as they once were,
the reasons for the same,
are also beyond a blur....

People are no longer,
who they once used to be,
now they seem like strangers,
who had never been with me....

Time is no longer,
as kind as it once had been,
it is now a bitter enemy,
with a resentment unseen...

The world is no longer,
as big as it used to look,
it is now a weak, tiny place which,
by the tremors of fate has shook...

Auld lang syne....

Looking back at those times,
i smile without a reason,
just the thought of those days,
brings to life that sweet old season...

The sight of those faces,
is still fresh in my mind,
the heart will always see them,
even if the eyes ever go blind....

Those days are a part of me,
in the past myself i seek,
those days made me strong,
and their absence has made me weak...

How innocent were those days,
devoid of treachery and guile,
but i shouldn't cry because they're gone,
they happened and hence i smile...

A very happy friendship day to all those who made my life worth living. And those days may be gone, but our friendships are here to stay until hell freezes over. Thank you once again....love you all...viva la raza...!!!!!!

In solitude....

It seems just like yesterday,
that they were laughing by my side,
but here i am, all alone,
under my own shadow i hide.....

They always stood beside me,
during my highs and my lows,
but now my eyes yearn for them,
as darker the night grows......

I thought they'd never leave,
and i'd never be alone,
loneliness, was one disease,
to which i thought i'd never be prone...

But the waters haven't calmed yet,
so i better just keep rowing,
as they say, when the going gets tough,
the tough always gets going.......

Flip side.....

Where there is good,
there has to be evil,
masked as an angel,
lurks around a devil....

If day has to come,
then night must fall,
even the sun itself,
an eclipse can stall....

In each of us reside,
a boy-wizard and a dark lord,
even the soul within,
wields a double-edged sword...

A snake may lay still,
in the most peaceful meadow,
a giant of a lighthouse,
casts an even bigger shadow....

Lost.....

With a frantic pace,
i looked all around,
just to find a cold quiet,
in which i was bound...

I tried to listen,
to fetch an old sound,
in the midst of my cries,
that voice had drowned...

It was lost forever,
it could not be found,
but the memory of it,
continues to hound...

Falling deeper...

How badly do i wish,
it had been a close call,
despite the valiant struggle,
i could not avoid the fall....

Down i went tumbling,
as gravity made a pull,
the end had seemed so near,
i thought my time was full....

What i found down there,
was just an empty space,
i thought i would be lost,
without the faintest trace...

May be night had fallen,
or it was just too dark,
i knew i would perish,
without leaving my mark...

While i stayed in the air,
the fall kept getting steeper,
it's neither funny nor's it fair,
that i'm still falling deeper...

The whereabouts...

My vision is blur yet again,
while i try to gain a sight,
i want to see where i stand,
to see if it's dark or bright....

Being lost in the maze of life,
it's my dreams that now i trust,
to find a way out is what i want,
before my soul bites the dust...

At the behest of my lonely heart,
i try to find the unknown,
i try again to find that spirit,
which years ago i had shown....

I want to know what lies ahead,
but there's no way to find out,
in the confines of the silence within,
like a frightened child i shout....

De la tombe...

That sweet old sound,
rings back in my ears,
that eerie feeling,
brings back those fears...

That forgotten voice,
now haunts my dreams,
in the still of the night,
i can hear the screams...

That familiar presence,
can now be felt,
though it's been an eternity,
since with it i had dealt...

That blurry face,
now looms large and clear,
there never was a beginning,
but yet the end is near....

That extinguished flame,
has risen yet again,
that devil has returned,
who had once been slain...

That lost memory,
which had ceased to last,
like the dead from the tomb,
comes walking back the past...

He said, She said....

He said, she always had,
meant the world to him,
She said, that she didn't care,
with a pretty face that was grim...

He said, he would get her the moon,
if that is what she really wanted,
She said, what a fool he was,
with a grin then him she taunted....

He said, he would change for her,
for her he would give his life,
She said, he could go to hell,
just adding to his pain and strife...

He said, he would love her to death,
as life would be nothing without her,
She said, it would make no difference,
though something made her heart stir.....

He said, he would say goodbye,
and leave never to return again,
She said, nothing at all,
it was now that she felt his pain...

He said, his love would never die,
and then he started to walk,
She said, as she ran up to him,
how dare this way he could talk....

He said, he was confused now,
and asked what she had to say,
She said, ever since she had known,
in his arms she had wanted to lay...