My(e)stique...

City lights blazing,

that Enormous charm...

Damp airs stroking, pulsating

Sentience lukewarm...

Clouds strolling & floating

lights throw back, reflect

Descending from heavens

deflections [Respect]...

Sleep deprived n weary,

Those eyes still exploring...

In want of these city lights

Sensations outpouring...

Its drizzling then raining,

wetting mountains and sands...

Waters seamless tie-making,

on these Mystique Islands... 

P.S. Pune Rains and City Lights...Continue to splash charms...

Adieu Silliness... ;)

Searching and yearning...

M lost again in you…

Circumstances concerning…

What went off??? No Clue…

Probing and cursing

U instruct? You’re who?

Anxieties keep churning

Your mood swings turn blue…

Your conceit, my learning

On love still, cling to…

Wounds open, free burning

On that, dreams,  I brew…

Times happy so, back turning

Love n sweethearts anew

Anger heat so…scorching

It’s a lonely walk through….

Kiddo selves-ly returning

Trying n saving, fall through…

My judgments adjourning

M bidding adieu...

P.S. Badly Badly missing... Some parts of me...

Ultimately it’s Fun…

I am marveling at the speed and numbers in which (seemingly?) problematic situations can attack you and pin down your ever-so-awesome and ever-so-appreciated survival instincts…So much so that you wonder, what-the-heck-to-write-about and worst, where-to-start…that too, on a blog where you’ve comfortably displayed something as (seemingly?) complicated as your life in cryptic metaphors…

So back…is me, not yet completely recovered from the after-effects of one of those dreaded monsters listed in the brochure of every medical insurance policy…(The eyuk- yellow fever)…stricken with fuming rebellion for bureaucracy…and though the doctor suggested a cool atmosphere and cool eating habits, I’m still dwelling in the hot waves of egos inflated beyond logical explanations… (read health issues, cheating in an  important exam result for which the fight is still going on and flat-mate problems resp…)

Tastes bitter…not just the doctor-advised meals n medicines for jaundice, but also the realization that we live amidst a non-rational race of most, if not all homo-sapiens…People who were unfortunate enough not to be born with inbuilt balances where they could weight rights and wrongs separately and then take a right call…based on (righteousness? lets forget it) whatever but extreme selfishness and egocentricity…

Good news is...these realizations improve your immunity…you no longer fall prey to anger, which our sacred saints called the most awful enemy of mankind…but you pity those who are continuously striving towards making the planet such a horrible place to live in for themselves first, and then for others…

And one fine day you realize that your experiment with pitying has become fun…when the other person is fuming with anger you are simply rolling on floor laughing…when health issues consume you, you smile n say…"So finally I’ve done it! My managers are left with no more excuse to cancel my leaves…Cheers!!!"...And even when something as catastrophic as blasts and political gamble to the loss of entire country happens, you simply shrug your shoulders off n say…It happens, Shit happens...

P.S. My respect for Aamir khan has increased multifold, Satyamev Jayte truly superbly inspires…An awesome assignment…

P.P.S. Strange how many weird things can make you happy (Happy?)…

Awaiting (The Dawn)…

Not to mention, dusk hours they were…She was finally up after that oh-so-refreshing slumber of 16 hours on her favorite red linen bed sheet and the not-so-comfy PG bed, custom made enviably comfortable by adding piles of cushions and pillows…

She no more LOVED the evening like she used to…There was no more fun in waiting for dusks, no one left to compare the color of them with her complexion, no one to make the music play to the tunes of happiness, no one to let her drown her worries with the flow of alcohol, no one to plan the PARTY for the night…those beautiful bottles worth growing lots of money plants in them, lay there, absolutely wasted, trapped in her almirah, hopelessly awaiting return of her joyful self, much like herself…

Dusk hours passed by, thinning the brightness and the relaxed skin of her forehead into contracted random lines of worries…For once, she thought a simple text will do… “hey, so you don’t even have time to ask how am I feeling now? Do you even remember I wasn’t well?” But, realized soon after, all he could do was to tell her “Take Care”… Ultimately, SHE’s gonna be the one taking all the care. Care, to make herself feel special before her very self, Care to exclaim to her own delight, everything is alright, Care to make her presence felt…

Images of those mirages called relationships floated before her eyes as the sun made its final appearance below the Pune clouds. Getting better of the inactivity, she finally opened the good old laptop, skimmed through some old pics, old comments on facebook before picking up his call… and soon after some “I wonder where is it going?” “I’ve no clue whats going to become of my life.” “Please yaar, cut the crap, I’ve office to attend tomorrow”…” GoodNight!!!”… She lay there again, peacefully not with dreams but with apprehensions of unforeseeable tomorrow…

“I cant ever rise so early in the morning” she says…I sincerely believe, one fine day she would love to acknowledge the rising and shining of the Sun, the Mighty God with all its valor…the novel beginnings of all so amazing days…so that when it dusks and nights, she sleeps off with beautiful memories of days worth spent with…

  

P.S. I started off to write a short story….dunno why, how, it shaped up to a depressing scribble…

Flow in our veins…

Swelling congenialities…

Rowdy Arrogance…

Deprived of its soul…

still struggling perseverance….  

Affluent, educated,

so shamelessly sane…

Perceptions of drifts,

we hopelessly tame …

Communal fatigue,

Droopy responses…

Haunting why-the-heck’s  

Worth taken those chances???

Soughing intelligence,

restless populace…

Go-getter’s wretched dearth...

No truth hath no face…

Paralyzed poises galore,

Depleted campaigns…

Bloodsucking let-it-be’s

flow in our veins…

P.S. Someone please explain, How n Where the heck has the BIG BIG Anti-Corruption Campaign gone?

 

To Gala Merriments …

A very Happy New Year Guys... :-)

Hope you’ve all activated your Send/Receive buttons this festive season, enjoyed the Christmas Gifts and now planning ahead of time by making endless (read useless ;) :P ) resolutions at the commencement of the New Year…

I truly believe life is a very beautiful journey and all of us, in some way or the other strive towards accomplishing the herculean pursuit of happiness…Some of us choose to call ourselves losers and some others find solace in being contented…Howsoever we may sketch the outlines of our own lives, whatsoever be our limitations, whensoever we may actually succeed, and whomsoever it may/maynot concern…This New Year, lets atleast TRY to forget all our worries, atleast TRY living for the moment, atleast TRY to make our dear earth a better place to live, atleast TRY to love our country more than our own selfish interests, atleast TRY to sometimes understand the elder generations point of view, atleast TRY to make someone feel blessed to have us, atleast TRY to make our own existence on the planet worthwhile…lets Smile, Laugh and party incredibly hard… Cheers!!!