MIRAGE..

Seems like just yesterday
When you were me
Making everything so right,
Arms around me tight;
Strangling for breath,
The unbreakable's broken,
the moment says "It's all mere token";


I let you inside me
in the deepest of realms,
only to uncover reams of pretence;
And lo and behold, it's rubbed off ,
Veiled behind those deep black eyes,
The pearls have learnt it well alright !


Lessons learnt, pieces gathered
Reminder of choices today mere crutches,
how one is a traveller not a tourist;
In search of another oasis,
Only this time hoping, oh , praying, it's no mirage..

All I Ask!

I do not ask for the stars and the moons, all i ask is for you to care.
I do not ask to make me laugh, all i ask is to ask when there falls a tear.
I do not ask to be with me through thick and thin, all I ask is to not consider my pain a burden when it is there.
I do not ask to talk whenever I need you, all I ask is you to call just for the heck of it.
I do not ask to show undying love, all I ask is to reciprocate the smile, the care.
I do not ask to never feel tied, all I ask is to feel close enough to tell when you do.
I do not ask to stay forever,all I ask is to not cheat, to give me reason.
I know i ask too much when all I give in return is my love !

A few stormy days

This article was written somewhere in the month of March, just went through it again and thought will post it, the angst might appear somewhat out of context today, but then, who cares! ;)

If there is an yearly quota of how many googlies can be dished out to a person or how much he can be humiliated,then let me tell you, three months into the year, and I seem to have exceeded mine already. After the CAT fiasco, with every Tom, Dick, Harry , Larry and Banana scoring more than you and securing a call from your dream college, you start doubting your choice in the first place. they say, "Thank god for friends" ; you realise this when your friends say things like "The IIMs lost you, they dint deserve you", even if they don't mean it ; and then there are those who like the big wide world out there need results and pause not two minutes before dismissing you as just one of those who did well in the practice tests, and weren't deserving enough for the real thing, but then this is life. Every incident teaches you so much, noone ever remembers anythng other than the final result. U have them, u have accolades, admiration, the right to show off. U don't and you are not even allowed to expect sympathies, after all, you have screwed up ; had you been good enough, u wouldn't have! Right? And then the surreality of seeing others get calls and congratulations flying in the air, imagining yourself as a part of it, feeling happy for others when the fact remains, that your heart is stone cold, you are afraid of saying it out aloud but nothing would make you happier than snatching that sweet prize and making it yours! But if only your conscience allowed you not to be happy for others, allowed you not to rejoice for them as if it were your own call ,allowed you to behave a little more ....human. I know, I am risking sounding selfish and even a bit, sadistic, but then doesn't hardwork amount to anything. Is there no limit to damage? and if there isn't, then there should be; because I also have dreams, I also like to achieve them once in a while, I also like being the object of someone's envy, the rolemodel of some aspirant,the talk of the town,to go beyond just joining communities on fb and orkut saying "dad, one day I will make you proud!". I accept that I am not good enough, but then don't people get lucky, don't they have guardian angels who protect them from the worst,I might not be the best, but I know I am not bad. And I need that one day to come some day, and come soon, cause I might not be able to sustain this hard world for long!

P.S. I Thank You

How often do we hear people cribbing, hey bhagwan…. !!!!!

Ye toh abhi abhi kisi ne bola tha na…

True, very true, u don’t have to look too far ; people are saying this way too often even for a deaf man to not notice; the aunty who realises that the cost of kaanda has shot up, to the neighbourhood uncle whose glass has just been rendered that artistic touch by a most strategically shot sixer ! To the Pakistan cricket captain who having just won a match realises he will now be required to deliver a speech in English!(yes, I know Yaa, khuda! is the phrase in this context, meaning toh wahi hai naa! Hey bhagwan, these imbeciles! ; ) ) The stock market dalaal says it almost every other day, even the atheist doesn’t think twice before mouthing it out aloud!

Infact, the utterance of this phrase finds favour with every section of society, so much so that it has become a cliché and if it has not found mention in the record books for being the most uttered phrase (no, I bet it’s not I hate you!) ; it’s probably because thankless mortals invariably remember to forget it once they are out of their mess, thereby leaving it free for the perusal of the desperate and teeming millions! God, in his turn does nothing to shut up the ever crying muggle (obviously, u r a muggle, y else r u calling out to him!), he keeps loading all of the shit onto his plate until it can take no more, and instead of dispensing with the plate as I would have done, he only goes on increasing its capacity! (U thought I am gonna say, instead of dispensing with the plate, he brings in one more plate, see, dat’s y u r a muggle!).

So, here I am to take up his case on his behalf, without him having asked me to, I need you to realise that why bother the dude sitting up there, for whom everyday chores do not spell kaanda batata, but life and death! Give the man a break! (yes, I know, god could be a woman too, hey bhagwan! these sexists! Now I need a break!). Calling out to him every 2 seconds will only make him itchy, come to think of it, it may actually lead him to cut down on the time spent in answering your calls by transporting you near him permanently! J

So, the next time you call out to him, which I am sure u r already doing ,asking him to let this article be finished before you throw up ,do remember to thank him, when it does get over, and once in a while tell him that you understand how difficult his job is and that u r so proud of him, coz I am sure he could do with some appreciation too!

Green and random

"BE MORE"-went an ad the other day, trust these ads to kick up a storm in the most serene of mindsets! it set one thinking , not what more could one be ,rather how , how man how to be more, the quintessential khoonpaseena bahana not withstanding (cum to think of it , that had stopped mattering to the world long ago), then how ?

As one held up the morning newspaper so as to block the daily bowl of salad (ewww!) out of view, one came across succinct profiles of the ministers who had so far been sworn in to the new cabinet. Uggh, politics is not for yours truly, its like dat arena one never bothered to explore! Dat's it, this could be that more !

Without further ado, the mind plunged into the article, effectively seperating the grain from the chaff and ingraining their hobbies, pastimes, their colourful scandals, gawd these ministers were as different as celery and mayonnaise (God, get this darned salad out of ma mind!)and yet tossed together by the grandchef -the indian junta in this case, another one of those jugaads so often dished out and expected to perform.

There had to be some common element , afterall even the elements of my pallid salad dish(oh, forget it!) , as different as they can get in form, have some nutritional value as a binding factor ,yes even mayonnaise!(to the health freaks who discredit mayo, go get a life!). Eyes screwed in concentration aannnnd eureka! The words so clearly mentioned, infact , in the very beginning of the profiles, how could have one missed it the first time, was it just a coincidence , no it couldn't be just that, there had to be something more to it, one had finally found it, the answer to attaining that more, but, alas! one dint qualify! One was not born dat way u c! Hey hold on, hear hear! , the adjoining article says something about zoozoos demanding ST status. Oh God, you are a saviour! Atleast, zoozoos are not in the manner born, finally everything seems so much more easy , now all one needs to do is become a zoozoo and more will follow ! One can now be more , one can be a zoozoo dat is ; )!