Yaadon ki dhool

Socha aaj purani cheezo par jami dhool hata do…

Nayi ko upar aur purani cheezo ko andar cheepa do…

Kuch kanche haath lage, aur who purana lattoo bhi…

Bhool gaya hu mein lattoo ghumana keh kar, ek mand muskan par thirkne lagi un dino ki yaadein...

Arre yeah Ipod is kachre mein kisne dal diya…

In gilliyon ka, aur manje ka aab kya kaam…

Socha phek do un kancho ko, us purane latto ko, jeeti hui us gilli ko, aur kaate manje ko…

Muje jageh chahiye thi Ipod, playstation aur meri scotch ke liye…

Kuch der tak sochta raha,

Fir laga yaar purani yaadon ke liye kahi na kahi toh jageh ho hi jaeegi…

Kabhi yaad aayega to choo paaunga us beetin waqt ko

Sanso mein bhar paunga us dhool mein lapti un yadoon ki mehek ko.

Man… those days were something…

Other day someone asked me--if given an opportunity, which is time of my life I would want to live again? I thought for a while and each of those beautiful times reeled out in my mind. From the first time I entered college, my first crush, the first time we friends went out for an overnight, my first job, my first pay, the first time I proposed her... and my time at school.

Strange, while I lived each of these moments, I always dreamt of having a comfortable life as I am having today but, I was still happy not having it. But today when I have that comfort, I miss those days when I had everything but not this comfort. Somewhere I feel sad every second day while I say to a friend, “Man… those days were something…” and there will be sadness in my eyes. While in those days, it was, “Dude, someday…” and there would be a different spark in the same eyes. I wonder, if getting these comforts at the cost of those simple days was an expensive trade… Damn and I have brought something which doesn’t even come with a warranty. And now that I have this comfort, and I know it, I still want others to appreciate it. And despite of knowing that I have made it, I am still not satisfied as someone didn’t appreciate it. Gwad!

Today, look at some of your old photographs, damn most of us were such idiots and still so happy. Ahhh… I would like to see Naina Soman now; she was really beautiful in college. Ok Naina is not the main point. The point is that there is so much life even in those pictures. And now look at yourself now and even pictures…see it yourself to see the difference. Yes the pictures now are better as we are wearing branded stuff, the location is exotic and few are clicked in front of a fancy car…but the memory…the emotions attached to it … at least for me, I’d rather prefer the old pictures. Yes, days were tough then… but then… I don’t know what it was.  

Ok now this is weirder, on a second thought, now if you ask me the same question--if given an opportunity, which is time of my life, I would want to live again?  I’d say none. Those old days were tough. Today I have everything I had dreamt of. Yes those people are still somewhere around me, it is just a matter of catching up. Probably what I want today is a dream that is bigger than life. I dream that is mine and I need no approval of anyone to tell me if I have realized it or not. What I need to do is keep myself happy. Not be selfish, but yes pamper myself. Pamper myself by doing things which I love to. Pamper myself by choosing a path which makes me complete in my own eyes. I mean honestly, ask yourself, is it so tough to be yourself. Why, prove to anyone. Honestly, what difference does it really makes. I am sure, not everyone approves of this, but still honestly… 

I mean, I did start with a dream, but trying to prove it to others, I just lost the dream...and the real reason. Where I am today, was also a dream...but...

Thinking of it, growing up isn't that fun also. I mean all this so called "maturity" and "understanding of life" which we think we have attained is kinda killing the simplicity of life. Actually, maturity is in simplicity, understanding is to break the complexity…isn't it. 

Mind Fuck No.10

Yes, totally fucked, is the state of my mind. Ask me... ask me... come on some one ask me why! Ok, I know the first reaction, "Dude, it is everyone's story... the sorry fucked-up state". Actually, it's true, most of us are worked-up or lemme me use it again, FUCKED-UP (using this word is giving me a sadist pleasure ... :) wicked smile) for similar reasons. Noooo your problem is different, right? Come on list it down, you won't find more than 10 different reasons why we get fucked in life! Seriously, look around, we are not the first one, though it's our first time! Well, thinking of it there are just these 10 stupid situations we allow us to fuck...but life really offers you much more than Mind Fuck No.10. Yeah, sounds like same old positive attitude shit, looser what you know what I am going through, fuck you-you will never understand. I am done saying all this and screaming it out loud. What's next? Is this the summary of my life...fucked-up? May be yes, may be no... It's tough to decide, can you help me choose? I am sure, you will choose No. Of course, you will. You are my friend, you have seen more life than me. You know and you have always seen life beyond Mind Fuck No.10, right?


ENOUGH!!! There is something I gotta be doing. Why, am I frustrated with life... may be it's not life that's frustrating, it's me who is frustrating. I am responsible for my own sorry state. Things don't look that bad with me, right? But in my mind, it's a chaos. Dementors of disappointment are sucking the enthusiasm and weakening the child in me. And what do I need to do now...think of the best memory of my life, the time I was most happy and use the Patronus charm. Yep I have the magic wand with me, I just need to learn to use it, and use it :) Probably, instead of saying Expecto Patronum, I'd rather say, SCREW you (writing this word really brought a pleasent smile on my face). 


Hold on, the dementor within me is saying something..." I know I don't write that well." 
Ok dementor, SCREW YOU!!!

Those Drops…

Every time it rains, I am unknowingly pulled towards the window. I keep staring vacuously at the drizzling drops. I am mesmerized by the every drop that falls on the leaves, making them dance to an unknown tune. The flickering leaves tickle my heart, making my heart beat to the same melody--melody of the falling drops.


Slowly with the falling rain a small puddle of emotions is formed somewhere in a corner of my heart. As I see the rain drops sliding over the window and fall down, a ripple is created in the puddle within. Soon there is mist on the window. The drops slide over the glass, cutting through the mist, revealing the beauty of the rain falling outside. Unknowingly I try to stop that drop sliding over the window. But it takes it own coarse. A drop within also slides over my misty heart revealing the beauty of memories and the nostalgia.

I look outside… the same street, the same trees, the same mountains, the same streams all look so new and fresh. I look within… the same old memories have become fresh again…the nostalgia of the same old days brings a new joy…

I take a sip of tea to pamper my body with warmth. And suddenly a memory brings a warm tear in my eye…which pampers my heart.

I often wonder what does the rain tries to sneak-in under all these showers and thunders? But every year just before I realize what the rains have sneaked in to my life…I am nostalgic once again staring at those drops, drops on the window and drops rolling from my cheak on to my hand.

A Bottled Tsunami...Rok sako to rok lo...

Like any other day, even on that day the environment in my office was geeky and worky and a little dull;  appraisals were due from long. Pissed off with bugs, releases, and document updates, folks were beating their keyboards mercilessly- tap-tap-tap-tap... Smiles and laughter were just limited to chats... "ha ha" .. "lol" and "ROTFL".

Amongst the thumping of the keyboards and buzzing of the AC, I suddenly heard a trolley.... puieck....puieck.... kich...kich....A man in blue was pushing this trolley and was accompanied with a tall, handsome, and neatly dressed gentleman. He was carrying a pad and was distributing some golden color object. What was it...? I tried to strain my eye... does it look like a bottle... Everyone stood up in their cubes. Those men were under spotlight... On the dark floor these two were under the spotlight of hope and suspicion.... (weird isn't it...facility guys never got so much attention?) The closer they came to my cube, my doubt was converting into a terrifying truth.... Yes! It was it! ... it was it... a golden color SOOGO 500 ml cool bottle.

Yes! it was the day, when we lost the comfort of water being served at our desk...I was feeling as if monsoon has ditched India... and now what should be done... Should we dig the grounds? No we will land up in the parking... then where do we go... A question which had puzzled and troubled every one.

Ideas that erupted that day were mind blowing... we had great plans, they could even solve water problems of the entire globe. The ideas were simple as having live streams flowing through passages between cubes. Amazing, the water in the "Golden color SOOGO 500 ml cool bottle" is over, bend down dip it in the stream... and enjoy fresh mineral water. I mean we had awesome landscaping ideas with waterfalls and damns and reservoirs. "And now that's what I call an office", "Chumeshwari idea", and "Stupendo... something something....

Some idea's were very eco friendly. Just the way we supply water to hens in a poultry farm through those drip irrigation pipes. Similar pipes could be run through all the cubes, with a tap connected in each cube. Awesome, isn't it.... I liked the hand pump suggestion.... outstandingly brilliant idea.

Boss, but how much possessive can one become about his/her new bottle...pictures were clicked with bottle, team snaps, solo possess... and what not....It was a riot ... absolute riot...It was a tsunami that had erupted in the bottles. Even the VP could not resist himself from getting this discussion in his quarterly meeting.

The noise these discussions created, reminded me of a peacock dancing in the rain.... thar-thar-thar...thar-thar-thar...Well, the atmosphere had lightened up once again... after all the news of lay offs, it was a nice break.

The next day, accepting that all our BRILLIANT ideas were rejected, water coolers were installed in the canteen. Girls carrying bottles to the canteen, reminded me of a famous Hindi song, "Panghat par Radhika naache re". Thankfully, there are no quarrels near the water cooler, the way they happen in Mumbai and Pune chawls.... "arre eee.... bla bla bla".

Now we all meet at least twice in a day, near the water cooler... At one time, some us were hardly seen out of our cubes... now we all know who is there in our project and on this floor.

The entry of Saturn, the ruling planet of water bearer Aquarius in our kundli, has changed our life to certain extent... too much na now.... it is a fact but... you never know what can change your life and when...

Canteen is now known as Bavdi, Kua, and, Ghat. These places are normally seen with matkas... in our case bottles....

Summer Shorts :)

Wow, finally I went shopping for another pair of shorts....thanks to Fatso, aka. my wife, aka. Nehi. OK! I paid for it. A nice blue checked short with a fancy blue belt. Something what I love the most about summers, I can wear shorts everywhere and anywhere.

I mean come on people, in the scorching heat of summers, to enjoy that rare cool breeze, you have to be in your shorts. Just imagine, you are riding your bike in the late afternoon hours. Everyone around you is complaining about the summer heat, but you are all chilled out because of your super cool shorts. BRING IT ON BABY!!!

No pleasure can beat the pleasure of wearing shorts to office. It's Friday... (wow! I can't wait for it) and you are in your ... in your .... in your... shorts.... wow... How many heads turn around, hoping ahhhh wish they would have also worn... And girls ... you can make them more J :P...

Yeah...mom gets little fussy about shorts at times, I mean she gets embarrased if I am walking with her in shorts. Come on maa, just that I have grown up (?) it doesn't mean that I can not wear shorts. Come on maa...chill... And stop making fun of my shorts in front of my friends... even they wear... shorter then mine... girls also...

I am obsessed ... oh yes I am obsessed with my shorts.... my summer shorts....