Saturday, February 4, 2017

Moments

There are moments..
Moments I want to
Devour the world

Just to hold!!
Hold on to you..

There are moments
Moments I want to

Forget me in myself

And just be!!
Be with you.

There are moments
Moments I want to

Skip the thought..

Just to listen!
Listen to my heart..


Moments they are..
Moments they pass

Then there are moments
Moments I want to

Sit in peace.

Just to live!!
Live those moments again

Monday, August 19, 2013

Mysore Love Story

Chapter 1

Rohit, since the day booked his tickets for Mysore to attend the foundation program at Infosys, dreamt of writing a story titled “Mysore Love Story” . He entered into the Infosys campus with high hopes of making a great professional career in IT industry, the same dream shared by thousand others while entering one of the best IT training campuses in the world. He was accompanied by his friend Piyush, and both were from the same city. Just after entering the campus his eyes were wide opened to see the huge but well designed campus. The majestic GEC 2 building and the multiplex were instant attention grabbers while on the way to the hostel room which anyway were nothing less than a mini heaven.
It took him a few days to roam around in the campus and get a feel of it. He particularly liked the ECC area where he could enjoy all the sports facilities. In the meantime, formal training sessions started and he being a bright coder  managed all the spare time to enjoy the beauty of the campus.  This campus is the best extension of college for studies where one is actually paid to study. The days went by, his friend group increased but none of them was anyway near to the ‘special’ friend he was looking for.
It was about two months already into his  four month training and his story was like ‘so far, so good’. He was able to make three very good friends and many other friends to enjoy outings and have drinks with. One day he left form the class early while rest of his friends were still working on their assignments. He went to a food court to have his favourite MDP filter coffee in small steel cups. Next to her on the counter stood a girl, tall and fair with big beautiful eyes. She ordered for the same filter coffee in similar small steel cup. Oh! Yes he was in love at that very instant. He looked into her eyes and passed a broken smile. His heart was throbbing and his body went numb. They both took their cups with steaming hot coffees and went to their tables and started sipping coffee in silence. The girl left first and Rohit was left behind wondering about what has happened. He wanted to talk to her but couldn’t think of a way to approach her. By this time his friend Piyush had found a new girl friend for himself. He had always been a Casanova contrary to Rohit who was always a shy person.
One day he was sitting with Piyush and his girlfriend Tanya in the multiplex food court when he saw that girl again. She looked  a little exhausted yet so pretty. She was approaching toward  their table. He almost skipped his beat and in the mean time she was standing just besides them. She started talking to Tanya. Yes, she was Tanya’s roommate. Tanya introduced her to Rohit and Piyush. Her name was Sagarika. They had their dinner together. They talked about all the formal stuff  ,from training schedule , Java and SQL to the food served  in the food courts. Sagarika was not as good in coding as Rohit was ,so Rohit offered her his help, which she accepted gladly. They would daily sit and discuss about all the coding concepts but within 2-3 days their discussion topics completely changed from JAVA  to something personal to their lives.  Slowly, Sagarika formally joined in Rohit’s friend circle and this assimilation was aided by the fact that she was Tanya’s roommate. Then this group of 4 could be seen together on various timings like dinner or movie or late night walk in campus or b’day celebrations, etc.
Within next 15 days, there were quite a few long conversations and in numerous small conversations between them. Rohit made sure that other friends in his group were not aware of his conversations with Sagarika,as he was afraid that like any good friends, his friends will tease both of them about what’s cooking in and probably everything would be spoiled even before anything is in place. Rohit was getting attracted towards Sagarika not just because she was attractive or beautiful but because he looked in her, a person he could relate to. They both had a same outlook toward life and similar affinity towards food, coffee and good books. The time they used to spend together used to be the most cherish able moments of the day.
But what an irony is this there is a difference between  things you appreciate and  things  you actually possess. Rohit was waiting for right moment to let Sagarika know of his feelings. Sagarika on the other hand thought of  Rohit as a well caring and simple guy. She was more than happy to have him as a friend and just as a friend.
As the time passed there were numerous late night walks between them, in the group as well as alone. There discussions at times used to get quite intense. Then that day came – day when training was supposed to get over and everyone would be expected to depart for their place of posting. Their group decided to enjoy these last few days to the fullest extent – extent of just sleeping for 2/3 hours per day for last 7 days. During one of those last days, came the turning point. Rohit realizing that training period is coming to an end and if he does not propose to Sagarika now ,it would be the lost case for him. But like a typical Indian lover, he was not sure of what would be going in Sagarika’s mind and was very very afraid and nervous to propose her. As there were not many options left for him – he had to propose to her but had to choose a careful way. He sat whole night long to write his first love letter. He wrote a small poem too and was all excited to propose Sagarika in the most romantic manner he could think of.
But to everyone’s surprise their postings were decalared out of the blue. While Rohit, Piyush and Tanya got Pune as their postings Sagarika had to go to Chennai. All his dreams were shattered at that very moment. It just seemed that this one was not supposed to be a lucky story with all the stars favouring them.As they say, when you love a person who is a very good friend too, it is always more difficult to tell that person about your feelings, as you have your friendship at stake.So in the end Rohit just could not gather his guts to give that letter to Sagarika. Everything happened in such a hurry that he just could not say what was meant to be said. In just two days they all left for their respective DCs and his dream to write “Mysore Love Story” just couldn’t come true. The letter still rests in his wallet. They talk on phone once in a while. Rohit stil loves Sagarika and other side of the story is still unknown.

Yes all stories don’t have a happy ending!!

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

A wandering heart



A wandering heart
Scared from the past

Searching for depths and breath
hurt from bets turning to debts
I took a chance
Gave her ma heart
But she took me apart
I tried to fix it, but u can see the scars

Here I am in love once again
All I want is to feel no pain

I would still roll the lovers dice
Looking for sixes, if i can
Now don't tell me luck gone twice
Cus I'm not ready to show my hand



Bind My wandering heart to thee

Saturday, April 28, 2012

Jab mujhe kuch yad aya!

Yu baitha tha ek din,
Viraaniya bhi thi tanhaiya bhi thi,
Aur mujhe tera ek khayal aya.
Wo der Raat tak tujhse batein karna,
Teri nadani bhari paheliya,
Aur mera tere aage dil khol k rakh dena sab Yad aya,
Tujhe hasana mere jeene ka maksad sa ban gya tha,
Wo bhi waqt tha,
Dil tera thoda sakht tha,
Magar usko pighalana bhi Yad aya...

Shayad tu mujhe bhool gayi hai ab,
Mai bhi bhool hi jata,
Magar fir tera muskurata chera Yad aya.
Socha Kho gayi hai tu Kahi,
Magar fir tere aashiyane ka raah guzar Yad aya.
Poocha maine khuda se Aisa Kyun hota hai,
Dil Kyun rota hai,
Khuda ne Kaha mujhse,
Zindagi issi ko khete hai,
Na jiyo toh tham jati hai,
Jee lo toh apni raftar se Chalti jati hai.
Aur fir ekdam se Tu Nahi toh Teri yaadon k liye hi Sahi,
Mujhe fir se jee lene ka khayal aya.
 

Saturday, March 31, 2012

Dream it was


A dream it was I guess;
A Dream it must have been.
I woke up at the knock of it,
I opened the door, saw a sacred scene.
I saw a seraph in front of me.
A cool breeze of morning shook me,
With last night rain’s scent,
And the birds were singing to the moment.
Her eyes were bright,
Everything looked right.
A smile so amiable,
Her fingers were tender and feeble.
Her lips were red, 
Her windblown locks,
And those words unsaid.
She brought me a bunch of crimson Roses.
The beauty of moment was beyond all poems and proses.
Scent of those roses filled my room,
And my senses blew, seeing her face bloom.
Her sallow bare feet were mud stained,
Foot imprint of her, on floor remained.

But When I woke up,
There was no one in room,
It seemed to me a place forlorn.
But the scent of roses was still there,
And the mud still kissed the floor.
It felt like something never before.
There was an ambiance so pure and clean,
A dream it was I guess,
A Dream it must have been.







Tuesday, March 27, 2012

That Extra Mile


Since past few months I have been through a lot of low patches. Be it flunking in my much ‘yearned’ for MBA entrance exams or be it my lone call from a B-School I was not able to convert. I have tried a lot to find out what went wrong in the first place. After a lot of introspection and musing I think I have demystified the real mystery behind all the failures we experience even after having all the ingredients required to make it large. The first thing which we all need is the guts to dream big. Well I feel most of us do dream big at some point of time but in the end settle for moderate. But real catch is whether we have the guts to just not let us settle for the moderate. Well now when I introspect I find out that yes I had those guts and still do. But then what went wrong??
Well when we dream big. Those big dreams give us happiness. Even the thought of that drive us, motivate us. But I think that is where the tricky situation starts. The trick is that happiness is something that is absolute but with a varying degree. Even if you experience lesser happiness you still are happy. We just forget that it was just a trailer, “Picture toh  baki thi “
We all know that taste of actual success is much sweeter than the smell of it which we do when we dream about it. But the problem is we waste so much time dreaming about it and we get so contented smelling the success that we start losing our killer instinct to follow our dreams and actually taste that success. We get so busy planning what we are going to do after reaching the summit that we forget how steep the actual path is. The mere sight of the tip of the mountain is just not enough if you dream to be at the top of that mountain. So even after having all the skills required to make it to a B-School viz-, ‘Aptitude’ &’Attitude’, I think I missed upon the killer instinct to just walk ‘THAT EXTRA MILE’ from the place where the tip of the mountain was just visible, that mile which makes all the difference. The killer instinct that makes you slog in those final overs or run that final lap harder.

Monday, March 19, 2012

"Change,Change,Change"



As I was thinking “Life Vichitra si hoti ja rahi hai”, I was about to a point to think that life is changing. My mind is in a constant phase of thought rush. Thoughts are changing and changing fast. I am in this Great City of Delhi. Before coming to this city , I was sure that I was going to experience many flavors (as I like to say so) during my stay here and I was right, I am still counting. This city has an attraction of its kind. It will treat you the way you want to be treated like. I wanted to be happy and feel good about it. And the vibes from this city has taken me to a different domain of my being. I have started to feel happiness in everything I experience.  Be it Moonlit Square(chandni chowk) from the walled city , the plush malls of Gurgaon, crowded metro, empty metro,being alone and lost or with a company of many, I feel good about it. This city has taught me a lesson. Once discontented by the change now I know nothing is unchanging.  And I now realize the real meaning of Buddha's philosophy. “Change,change,change”. That is, it is only a change that can change a change which just took place. The whole point may seem irrational but if we know this, we experience a sense of satisfaction. There is no content stronger than the content of knowing something”.
The change is all around. The change becomes the background, the contrast, and you are relaxed "THROUGH CHANGE CONSUME CHANGE."

And with this I found a new philosophy of my life “Wanna be happy? Be.!”