MEMORIES, GO AWAY!!

I hate to see you, you silly goose..
but the vulnerability in me wants you to stay...
I have seen you destroy my life,
sometimes even charred it to death....

Have you ever seen me cry,
if you have, you know why....
Its you I dont want to be with,
but we are so inseperable,
so incomplete, so miserable!

I keep pushing you away,
but you seem to love me that way...
I hate sleeping with you,
but you make my nights nostalgic
and then return to haunt me everywhere...

But I know someday, I will say,
" I need you more than ever,
stay with me forever".
Dont go away!!

bored!!

TIMES FLY BY,
IN THE DARK BLUE SKY,
LEAVE BEHIND YOUR MEMORIES,
FOR ME TO MISS YOU AND CRY.......
how jobless can one get...huh!

I WISH I COULD

I wish I could talk to you,
If only I had words to hear.
I wish I could see you smile,
If only I was near.

I wish I could hold your hand
And walk with footsteps along
On the beaches of time,
Making a mark on memories to hold along.

I wish I could see the sun set with you,
I wish I could dream of being with you,
I wish I could tell you all,
I wish I could feel your presence in all.


I wish I could rest in your arms,
Bury my sorrows and see the new light.
I wish I could be with you forever
Never miss a single lovely sight.


I wish I could look into your eyes,
If only I had the courage to do,
I wish I could tell you how much I love you,
If only I had the courage to do.


It’s easy to wish but to fulfill,
The thoughts that will,
Keep recalling day after day
And return in dismay.

It’s easy to wish but to fulfill
The desires that will
Make my heart look for you
When I know you are not there still...

You are not there in my life,
But you bring my dreams to life
You are not there with me,
But your thought keeps me going.

TRULY GOD'S OWN COUNTRY!

TRULY GODS OWN COUNTRY..
“Heaven on earth”, “beautiful”, “magnificent” are the terms one gets to hear whenever there is a mention of Kerala. I always wanted to explore this part of the country which boasts of exceptional landscapes and picturesque surroundings. May it be the long standing coconut trees or the aromatic tea gardens; Kerala has a very distinct demography and a rich culture too. So when I got the opportunity to actually visit this place I jumped at it without even thinking twice. We set out for this abode as a field trip and were ready for all the unexpected surprises that were going to come our way. A bunch of 70 crazy people, two buses and the passion to discover something we would not forget for the rest of our lives.
Our first destination was Cochin, the city on the coasts of kerala. Because it was a field trip going to a industry was a necessity hence we went to the Malyalam Manorama office and the printing press. It was a good learning experience. The next day we left our hotel to go to Kottayam, another beautiful town southwards. Coming to kerala and not cruising the backwaters would be foolish, so we set out to soak ourselves in the sun and let the boat take us through the waters of Kerala in Allepy. . We spent good three hours enjoying the journey and observing the lifestyle of the people there. Their lives seemed full of contentment, away from the city lights, pollution and adultery. They loved their coconut trees and their paddy fields. There houses were humble, warm and welcoming.
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RELIGION - SPREAD BY WORDS OR 'S'WORDS?

An angry mob of hundreds marching with pride to kill their brothers, a pregnant woman begging for her unborn child's life, girls being raped at every corner of the road and a child being harrassed because he is either a hindu or a muslim. This was the scene during the Gujarat riots or maybe it was even worse. Gory images of destruction cross my mind everytime I sit to write about this issue. My blood boils everytime I see a movie based on this episode. I have always been a non-believer in religion and day by day I find my belief going stronger. Religion is the language of God. It is His way of communication. But time and again we have often misinterpreted it for our selfish motives.

Recently I saw this film called 'PARZANIA', which has made my disgust against religious fanaticism even more relevant and just. The movie is about a Parsi family who lose their 10 year old son during the riots and it describes their search for him in these times of trials and tribulations. These people were innocent but still they faced the brunt of this religious outcry. They obeyed the ALLAH, RAM, JESUS and also the MAZDA equally, yet thier throats were cut and thier failies were butchered. Not to forget the other attrocities that were committed for which I have no courage to even write or type.

" Life moves on", yes it does, but at the cost of burnt photographs and burnt memories . These reminiscences still haunt them every time the darkness of a riot breaks on them. It has scorched not only their lives but also thier souls, souls that believed in God and were as pure as God Himself. Let us all pledge to bring back peace and stop encouraging religious fundamentalism. Let us understand religion in our own sense and terms instead of propogating it as something to be more superior than other's beliefs. Thus as the cliched line goes, " lets make this earth a better place to live in" can we?

so helpless!!!!!!!!!

i am so helpless!!!!! i dunno what to do.....

THE LOLLYPOP OF LIFE!

A LOLLYPOP CAN DO WONDERS TO YOUR SAD MOOD! TRUST ME ON THAT..
THIS MORNING WHEN EVERYTHING WAS GOING HAYWIRE, THINGS WERE NOT FALLING IN PLACE, WHEN NEGATIVITY ENGULFED ME AND LIFE LOOKED TOTALLY SCREWED UP..I DECIDED TO KEEP QUIET AND ACCEPT THINGS AS THEY ARE.." DON'T REACT BUT RESPOND"..YES..I DID NOT REACT NOR DID I RESPOND..I JUST MAINTAINED MY SILENCE..OBSERVING PEOPLE, THE EFFECT OF MY MOOD ON THEM AND THE VULNERABILITY OF THE SITUTATION TAKING A TOLL ON EVERYONE AROUND. I LEARNT A LOT. SOMETIMES IN LIFE, THE WEIRDEST OF THE MOMENTS TEACH YOU THINGS THAT YOU FAIL TO UNDERSTAND OTHERWISE. AS WE WALKED TOWARDS THE SITUATION WINDING UP FOR THE DAY, I STOPPED BY A SHOP TO PICK UP A CARD FOR MY DAD , REALIZING HIS IMPORTANCE IN MY LIFE. I LEARNT THAT WHENEVER I AM SAD I JUST HAVE TO THINK ABOUT HIM..AND YES IT DID WORK OUT..I WAS FEELING BETTER. MUCH MUCH BETTER AND THANKS TO MY FRIEND SHE OFFERED ME A LOLLYPOP, YES A SMALL LOLLYPOP AND I ENJOYED IT FOR ALMOST AN HOUR OR SO..IT WAS THE MOST AMAZING TIME OF THE DAY...IN SPITE OF ALL THE DIFFICULT SITUATIONS I WAS PUT IN, I MANAGED TO SMILE TODAY..LOL..YEAH IM MAKING IT SOUND LIKE A BIG THING..SMILE...PEOPLE CALL IT A MILLION DOLLOR SMILE...BUT I HAVE A QUESTION..."WHY MAKE YOUR SMILE SO PRECIOUS AND MAKE IT SO RARE?"...SO LETS CHANGE IT TO " OMIGOSH! YOU HAVE A MILLION DOLLOR ANGER!" YES..MAKE YOUR ANGER EXPENISVE...SPREAD YOUR SMILE, NO MATTER HOW BAD YOUR DAY WAS, JUST MAKE IT A POINT TO MAKE THE OTHER PERSON'S DAY A MEMORABLE..
CHEERS

the hateful life i love to live!!!

I have been following the same old routine of gettin up , going to college and coming back for the past six months now... Tiring? Yes it is... deadlines, projects and presentations...err.. i mean mostly plays these days. the cycle goes on day in and day out. We keep churning ideas, giving frustrated looks to each other and then celebrating after every submission. Thats the life a normal BMM student leads for 3 years, which gets worser with every new semester. Scary yet exciting, tideous yet satisfactory and most importantly cruel yet endearing. We seem to have developed this love-hate relationship with our existence. We curse it everyday and return again, standing near the door of the department waiting to slog it out with hundreds of dreams in our eyes. Thats why i rightly called this hateful life i love to live. We have chosen this hardship and toil for ourselves and hence enjoy it like a glass of wine.
i know it was a bad attempt at creating a master piece but this post certainly will be something i would love to read again and again because it talks about my race for survival...survival in a world where change is the only constant, where there are hundreds standing behind me to replace me , where there is sheer excitment of giving out productive results and improving with the day. Yes it is the field of media that I am talking about. Dynamic, vibrant, growing, potential based and thrilling. Every day brings in new challenges and tasks that requires your right brain working to the extent that you are able to deliver the desired results. Creativity and knowledge are the two things you should be made of to make your work easier and interesting.
I still dont consider myself worth writing about mass media because i still have a long way to go..But probably it might just help a few planning to take a plunge in this feild and help them sail through successfully .

contemplative musings

Life is meant to be lived with happiness, joy and well-being. But sometimes things go out of hand and you are left with sorrows looking at you to be welcomed. I might sound like Deepak Chopra right now, but this is just one of those times when you get into the contemplative mood and start blabbering these philosophical musings. "I am happy", i keep shouting to myself..but is it true or am i just trying to be happy? I certainly need a lot of reflection to be done, a lot of " know yourself exercises" to be done. But I am so sure even a life time would be less for me to do so, why? coz I am still searching myself and I know it ain't easy to know who you are and your purpose of living or rather existing..........

THE SEARCHING EYES.......

THE SEARCHING EYES……

She thought I was her grand-daughter
And he raised his hands to bless me,
But they saddened in dismay..
Coz I was not the one they were searching.

A hall full of loneliness
And circumstances of weariness,
I saw through the teary eyes
The pain of not seeing a dear’s sight.

They ditched their sadness
And wiping their sorrows
Saw my happy face
And thought about their grand daughters.

I could feel their want to be loved and to be heard
I was helpless but happy
I was kind because of sympathy,
I was sad coz I could see
The pain of not seeing a dear’s sight.

Every sentence I spoke
They had hundred tales to tell
I sat their patiently,
Listening but feeling the pain.

The pain that they lived
The pain that shadowed their love
The pain those ‘searching eyes’ felt
The pain of not seeing a dear’s sight.

The pain of being good parents,
The pain for loving their children
The pain for striving to make ends meet
The pain of being left alone.

They did their best for their sons
But were left alone
Their searching eyes still searched on
For their near and dear ones.


How heartless can one be
To leave their parents to die
To forget the countless gifts
And to forget that they still are alive.

You held her hand when you fell down
Your mother she was.
You hugged him as a kid
Your dad, you remember?

The endless nights they kept awake
Finding joy in your peaceful sleep
They endless times they were happy
Watching you grow and learn.

But fools I would call them
They got nothing in return
Yes their expenses are paid..
But who will answer their questions
And those searching eyes.

Who will care for them?
Who will feed them?
When they are helpless but hungry.
Who will talk to them?
When they need you the most.

Their letters are never answered
Their prayers seldom heard
Its only gestures you see
And those searching eyes.

The phone rings and you pick it up
You think its your wife
But instead the manager calls in
To tell you that your father has died.

Now you feel the silence
And the sudden rush of thoughts
You feel you haven’t spoken enough
You feel they were cheated.


Now you feel the pain.
Of losing someone dear
Now you feel the pain
Of not seeing that dear’s sight.
And you know who is the culprit
Of those searching eyes.

review- maximum city

“Ae dil hai mushkil jeena yahan, zara hatke zara bachke yeh hai Bambai meri jaan.”
This song was written almost five to four decades ago, but even today it truly signifies the spirit of Mumbai. The adrenaline rush you see around you while walking on the streets or traveling in a jam packed local, the innumerable people crossing the signal in front of Churchgate station every two minutes or the maddening traffic jam you fight everyday while returning home, you feel this song every moment you live here. I chose the book Maximum city to be reviewed to know and appreciate my city better. A mega city like Mumbai, which keeps expanding every day, has so much to tell us and teach us. Hence my search ended when I came across this book which did exactly the job I wanted to be done. It helped me to comprehend every bit of my existence in this city.
The book “Maximum city- Bombay lost and found” is about the city and the people living in it. Suketu Mehta in his sprawling 500 pages book has given an account of incidents about the various characters like people suffering the brunt of the 1992-93 blasts and riots, underworld hit-men, a bar dancer, a film producer etc. these stories are not connected but there is a common thread running through them and that is the city of Mumbai, which Mehta still prefers to call as Bombay. All these stories revolve around the various problems that the city faces and how the people of this mega polis also get affected by them. A lot of research work was done by him before actually writing the book. It’s a factual and ‘in your face’ kind of a novel which guides you to Mumbai’s history and back to the present condition. read this book and discover your home in a new way and in a new light.

yups busy

damn busy! busy busy!! but loads stuffed in ma mind n has to come on d blog toooo.guess will tk time!! till then happy holidays!!

blog holiday???

mink, are u enjoying ur holidays too much that u have forgotten u have a blog to take care of? post something, atleast on ur blog. i know u r busy a lot ms. journalist! but get some time out for urself too.
hoping to see something from u. meanwhile check out my blog. have posted many things there. i want ur comments on every single post dahling. dont forget pls.

hmm..a few moments of reflection

yes, reflection... it was raining and i was by my window with a cuppa coffee.. i could c the birds fly with difficulty, returning with wet feathers back to their nest..i could see kids running around the streets, and i saw a couple holding hands walking down the road...yyyaawwwnnn...again love, mushy stuff and the same old break up demon.yeah thts true..but im yet to decide why do these topics seem to rule our world, why? any guesses? if you guys find out..lemme know.

we strtd with reflection , hmmm i was reflecting about the last two years of my life..oh they have been good in a way but full of experimentations ( i hope u gt d meaning). when i was 10 yrs old, i used to hate being seen wid a guy.. n now im longing for one.... what a great chng.. is this called growin up? mayb yes.. but what i am tryin to say is, why do we always need a company.. life looks so boring without one...n yes its not always to kiss or to hug or to satisfy your urges, its also to share , care and to return to someone after a hard and a tirin day......this certainly brings us to the eternal question....which one's for you? he likes me .. he likes me not.... is it love? or jus a stupid infatutation...saw..wid a simple need so many other problems are related.. i swear life isnt easy and as they say " not a bed of roses either".

every gals dilemma

first of all on a formal opening, ahhmm ahmmm i would like to thank stuti for making me think about this topic.
so the story begins...... a girl meets a guy, they become friends, they start some innocent flirting sessions, things get a bit serious, the girl likes the guy, the guy likes the girl. he is not ready to ask her out, scared well dunno( cant understand what they think. girl wants the guy to ask her out first, she is waiting waitng and waitng. nothing happens and she thinks of an action plan. she does evry possible thing to get his attention, talks about how she likes the way he styles his hair, talks about he is so sweet to her etc etc. finally, the guy things that this is the right time to pop the question and ........................... curtains down.
evrything changes. till yesterday she wanted him to make the first move and suddenly when he does that, she says no. well this was expected. thats why i called it evry gals dilemma coz its so predictable. can nebody explain me the theory behind this " dilemma phenomenon". waiting for ur comments.

MY FIRST TIME

This felt good. My very first introduction to this ultra-techo world. THANKS A MILLION MEENAKSHI, there are so many many things that i am grateful about to this girl. like minded, good natured, not a pakaaao !!! she's a doll and well, i hope she remains so. it was very tough to find a 'real' person in my present college. i was in so much awe to b here, but these days its not the same me. i feel i've lost myself. lost myself in the web of so many emotions. some necessary, some extremely unnecessary, the just out-of-curiosity ones. there was a moment when i thot i'd lose myself. i didnt want to let go of my mad mad self. i was damn happy the way i was. i wanted to and stil want to change, as in improve and polish my originalities, not make a new person altogether. people here r so fake. some soooo indifferent, indifferent people r there just everywhre!!! how can their conscience not keep ringing in their mind??? mine does, all the time... and now i'm feeling the urge to be bad... real bad, like selfish and alli tried, i'm trying because its for my own good. i'm getting pressurized coz i want just the opposite of what my mind thinks is rite. and i know i can let go in these areas... i am and i will try not to make myself feel miserable just because of social appreciation, bull-shit!!!! huggoo log sabke sab. i know just the mantra for the time being>> NARAYAN NARAYAN. how does it matter ??? hey kiddo, loosen up, life's there to live, not worry about what others think. So... so... what the **** ???

hello

hey mink
thanks for appreciating my effort to gather my friends nature in one. well, aise waise kam nahi chalega. mere bare me bhi likhna padege. just the way i have written about u all. waitin. and see i posted on ur blog!!!

my friends

the title may seem as if i am writing a school composition or an essay, well thats not true. i was thinking of another title but no adjective could appropriately suit my friends. anything that i would think of would seem to be far less than their importance. so i thought of leeping it simple.

when i say my friends im talking about four people, aks, viu, sushi n nids. its jus a few months that we know each other, but the bond seems like ages old. there is no special pact or set of rules between us, but we understand and abide by each other. all of us belong to the same school of thought and hence it becomes easy to gel together. we make it a ritual to keep in touch though our personal lives are equally taxing.

there is so much of anonimity surrounding us, but yet when you see some resembling face you tend to feel happy, but when i see my friends i am overjoyed, it is jus that i dont jump around in public( lest people will think im crazy).

so cheers to our friendship and cheers to the spirit of our friendship. psst a small piece of advice to all close friends, never let anything come between your friendship. no matter what the situation is your friend will always be with you.

jealousy kills

when i say jealousy kills i dont mean in the real sense but it kills relationships, sometimes even before forming one! we see jealousy between friends, collegues, partners and sometimes between acquaintences also. but have we ever thought why does jealousy arise?
there is one major reason for jealousy and that is "ego". ego alters a persons thinking and sometimes hampers his social well being. in other cases it arises due to infiriority complex and negative self image. people think that if they are unable to handle some work no one else can do that. and lastly in many cases it is due to over confidence. when you are over confident you think that none can be better than you. but this way u underestimate people and are caught in your own web.
hence my only advice is " just be grounded" no matter who you are or what you have achieved. in the long run humility is what matters. never take people for granted. maintain relationships in a healthy way. love people irrespective of what they have done to you. when i say all the above moralistic sentences i would also like to add that, when you do all the things right, spare some time and also think about yourself. be competative but in a nice way. excel, but take along people in this journey. friends i am sure all of you agree with me. waiting for your humble comments.