Morning Glories...

sun is yellow and bright
green grass holds water droplets that sparkle,

blue sky like a canvas waiting for a brush stroke
n Ahoy! some one just painted a bird on it

scent of mist is intoxicating
inhale exhale inhale exhale

that what was once just a bud
has bloomed into a flower of joy

the symphony of life flows wit the breeze
every leaf on the tree is on percussions

me i'm just acknowledging the morning glories
inhale exhale inhale exhale inhale exhale...

Splashes...

SPLASHES ...

polythenes acting as umbrellas ... newspaper acting as umbrellas ... bags acting as umbrellas ... shirts acting as umbrellas ... wet handkerchief acting as umbrellas ... umbrellas acting as umbrellas ...

SPLASHES ...
soggy shoes n damp socks ... slippery roads with puddles ... wet clothes running ... dry clothes watching the wet clothes run ...

SPLASHES ...
raincoats cursing at vehicles ... vehicles zipping past helmets ... heltmets wet, cautious and with kids ... helmets wet, fast and without kids ...

SPLASHES ...
tea glasses in hands ... hot hands laughing ... busy hands working ... paper boats sailing ... paper boats not sailing ...

SPLASHES ... laughing,
SPLASHES ... crying ,
SPLASHES ... smiles ,
SPLASHES ... tears ,
SPLASHES ... water and umbrellas are wet ...

SPLASHES ...
TIP TAP , RIP RAPPATTY RAP... TIP TIP TIP...GUSH ...
SPLASHES SPLASHES...

who caught CAT's tongue...not me...

28th Feb 2010...the day CAT 2009 result was declared...


woke up in the morning...had been expectin the cat result...

was pretty calm...nd the result was the last thing on my mind...

went to the loo...cleaned up my act...

had breakfast with family...the breakfast was tasty and healthy...

saw a msg by sanam...nd a few missed calls...

replied back ter her...was good talkin ter her...

helped dad put up the hammock...finally succeeded in doin so...

jugadu sa kaam kar liya...lied in it fer a while...

it was comfy....wind a light breeze...

the sunday paper came...had ter run for the paper...

sis reached first...dad took the other interesting half of the papers...

read wat i was left wit...read the cartoons...they were funny...

read the astro prediction...it was optimistic...and so was i about the result...

got a msg from BullsEye...the result was declared...kept the news ter myself...

took the papers along ter the loo...read it as i waited fer the bucket ter fill wid hot water...

had a nice bath...felt clean n fresh...dried myself n wore some clean clothes...

sis asked me abt the result...told her it was declared...

she was a bit excited thereafter...so vr mum n dad...a bit nervous too...

i was nervous too and was tryin ter keep my calm...

went ter mandir nd gurdwara...felt better n more calm...

had my lunch at the dining table wid family...don remember wat i had...but it was tasty...

went out ter 11 ter chk the result wid dad...the cybercafes there were closed...

went to 15 sec...sat there... the site was inaccessible...

got more anxious...was havin a headache...

dad had some work...he left me there...

tried opening the site for an hour...became irritatin n I then quit...

the site said it wud reopen the server in 3 hrs...this was at 3:45...this wasnt nice...

sanam turned up...was talkin ter her...went ter 16 sec rose garden on a rickshaw...

the back entrance was crowded...took a walk wid her till the front entrance...the walk was nice...

the line was long n the place was crowded....entered inhalin good amount of dust...the wait in the line was nice...

bought some bare ...khatte the n threw them...

bought a papad...seemed unhygeniec...threw it...

saw the bonsai section...saw the flower section...was interesting...

roamed arnd in the garden...had a few good lafs...nd finally went bak...

had a cornetto in sec-10...took a rickshaw back ter 15...

chked out the result...the site opened...the result was onscreen...

n was heart was out...n my head was spinnin arnd...was perplexed as ter how ter react...

was quite n numb...paid the cybercafe wala n came out...was pissed wid the result...

disappointed at how a dreadful turn the destiny had taken...

sanam was holdin my hand...took my hand away...

sat down on a railing...kept blabbering how the result was unfair...

my head kept thinkin ...wat next...wat now...whr does this go...

wud i ever get ter become an actor...had planned of doin 2 yr mba...

then 2 yrs in job...n try joining NSD...tat was over now...felt terrible...

called up some frnds...told them abt the result...again talked of how unfair the result was...

n as i came ter know of some success stories...developed more anger...

wanted ter break something...could ve destroyed somethng...

cursed the prometric...cursed the cat wala...cursed God...

sanam kept tryin ter talk ter me...we had planned on eatin chicken buns n coffeee in sec17...tat didnt happen...

she went ter get something ter eat...brought mazaa n chips...

was feelin pukish...didnt eat or drink...

finally told mum n dad about the result...they felt bad too...not nice...

went for a walk with sanam in 15 sec park...I was still actin like a jerk...she was kind...

got her an auto...she left fer her home...

dad, mum n sis ariived in 15...sis thot 93 percentile was good...

was rude in tellin her its not...felt bad abt it later...

they all tried ter cheer me up...but i was still sulking...

walked in 17 sec wid them...talked about how i was feeling...

was being counseled by them...they vr all disappointed...

mum tried ter cheer me up...nd planned ter have dinner together...

didnt feel like eating...wanted ter b left alone...

the idea was ter get drunk...asked dad ter drop me off ter hostel...

he dropped mum n sis at leisure valley...kunal gunjawala was about ter perform...

me n dad went ter golf club...had some beer n fish tikka...talked more with dad...

saw indians score tow goals against pakis...we ultimately won 4-1...was pleased...

talked more with dad on the same subject...he was encouraging...

asked me ter take my time ter think of wat i wanna do...cudnt see nythng good in it...

dad dropped me ter hostel...I saw him off...

apologised ter God fer the outburst tat was directed at him earlier in the evening...

went ter mandi...got a recharge done...called up sachin askin him ter come over...

bought two beer bottles...sachin n me went back ter the room...

talked ter him a bit abt the result...finished the beer....

talked ter sanam...talked ter rasto...talked ter rdb...it was nice

cried on phone...cried a bit alone...

talked ter atishi...talked ter sanam...it was nice...

talked ter sanam...bought another beer in the mandi...

was very high...didnt cry more...was still disappointed...

send a few msgs ter friends...was still disappointed...

snuggled up in the bed...talked with sanam...

said my good night...n slept...

was it a bad day??? i dont know...it was a good start...but it brought some bad news...

was it a bad day??? i dont know...it was a hopeful start...but it brought a bad end ter a dream...

was it a bad day??? i dont know...

but i know i was disappointed...i know things crashed...

Te@cH mE teR pR@y...

Please teach me, Lord ...
I want to know
Exactly how to pray.
I need some words
Which ones are right?
Please tell me what to say.


I've bowed my head
I have knelt down,
But ... should I be upright?
I've closed my eyes,
I've raised my hands,
Or ... should I fold them tight?


Do I stand up?
Should I sit down?
Dear Lord ... what do you like?
Are lights turned on
Or are they off?
Maybe ... candle light?


Wear my glasses?
Take them off
Be at my desk or table?
Should I whisper?
Speak out loud?
Do I quote the Gita, Koran, Bible
The Buddha or Guru Nanak?


What do you think
About the time?
Do You prefer the dawn?
Should I pray fast,
Or keep it slow?
Better short ... or long?


I'm new at this
What are the rules?
I want to do it right.
How do I know
You'll even hear
That I am in Your sight?


And while I sat there quietly,
Waiting for some sign,
I heard a gentle voice say,
"Oh, dearest child of mine ...
Do you think I really care
About the time of day,
Or whether you are standing up,
Or kneeling when you pray?"


"I don't care about your posture,
Or about the place you choose;
Just open up your soul to me,
I have no other rules.
Tell me what is in your heart,
And tell me what you seek;
Tell me of your sorrows,
And of those things that made you weak."


"Speak to me in private
About what concerns you most;
I know about your good deeds ...
You have no need to boast.
My child, you don't need lessons,
Just talk to me each day;
Tell me anything you want, dear child,
Anyone can pray."

Tiger against the Humankind...

a few days back when i was at home...watching the idiot box with my mum...

there was an advertisement about saving our national animal...India's national animal...>> the Tiger...
the ad asked people to sms, blog and the works to generate awareness about the diminishing no of Tigers in our country...the advertisement was by Aircel...a telecommunication company...



nd my mum asked me

how would that help...we are not using any tiger products and none of the people we know use them...we are not also going out there to kill them...and the people who are indulging in poaching of this beautiful animal must not be aware of this...or dont care about this...
so how would this help ???

and for a few moments i realised she was true in what she said...how would this actually help...???

hmmmm...that got my mind racing...here is the conclusion...

realising that there is a problem...forms the first part of solution for the problem...

the no of tigers in our country is 1411 right now...considering the size of our country and the fact that its our national animal...its really something to be pitied...

but lets take into consideration--- the forest cover is decreasing at a very rapid rate...
this in turn is destroying the natural habitat of animals like Tigers in particular...

we had been successful in making the Asiatic cheetah extinct with a little help from the Britishers...
and wow we made it possible before our country became independent...
that's really an achievement...( clap clap clap...we fucked them all...)

yeah awesome work by the

human - kind

what has really made "human-kind" really unkind towards the nature...
humankind...that word is like the height of hypocrisy...infact it takes it to a new level altogether...

Greed...ahh tats a nice word...a word we are all familiar with...
we have never been able to satisfy our needs and cravings...
we have lost the meaning of word need...its a cloak that covers our greed...
hmmm where to draw the line between need and greed...awww tats hard isnt it...

and isnt it true that its our greed for more and more and more...(till the infinity) that has led to the decreasing of forests...diminshing of tigers...the extinction of several species...

and isnt it true that no matter how much we have...no matter how much we get...we are never satisfied...
we humans are so vain that we actually think that what we do is right...

so what do we do if tigers our losing out...
may be what we can actually do is just reduce a little of our greed...and may be that will make it possible that the nature may live in harmony...

so just think... maybe if one human reduces his or her need(greed) and waste just a little less in vanity...(atleast for starters...)
maybe then that human becomes responsible for saving a tree a little more space for out strong and brave Tiger...

lets make sure that it remains a LIVING NATIONAL ANIMAL>>...that is allowed to be free and really rule the jungle as it is supposed to be...

lets just not test this animals strength...it has lost much in the war...with odds against the TIGER...lets just respect the animal...for what it stands for...
for the fight it has put till now...

It's the eye of the tiger,
it's the cream of the fight
Rising' up to the challenge of our rival
And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night
And he's watching' us all in the eye of the tiger

ever thought why its our national animal...maybe it too has endured a lot like our country...maybe it too is still fighting...but maybe it might not last long...

Lets just let the TIGER remain free and Live in glory...

for i seriously want that the generations to come can also see what a majestic animal TIGER really is...

what our national animal stands for...

i don want that tigers should go extinct...

peace my friends...lets really become humankind...

I pray we do... I'll do my bit... and I'll pray that you please help our national animal survive...




p.s. Tiger against the Humankind...i dont like the sound of it...Tiger and the Humankind sounds nicer..

If I knew...

If I knew the box where the smiles were kept,

No matter how large the key

Or strong the bolt, I would try so hard,

'Twould open, I know, for me;

Then over the land and sea broadcast

I'd scatter the smiles to play,

That the children's faces might hold them fast

For many and many a day.


If I knew a box that was large enough

To hold all the frowns I meet,

I would gather them, every one,

From nursery, school, and street;

Then, folding and holding, I'd pack them in

And turn the monster key,

And hire a giant to drop the box

To the depths of the deep, deep sea.

Down at the End of Your Road...

I am your neighbor. I seem most respectable,
But underneath I'm an iniquitous toad.
So many dreadful mishaps have befallen you
down at the end of your road.
And I live down the end of your road.

I'm working on ways to remove you from paradise,
from your striped lawn and your new swimming pool.
I place broken bottles in your geraniums
sabotage your gardening tools.
And I live down the end of your road.

By day I am a real estate gentleman.
I deal in fine properties cheap at the price.
After dark, I plan my most devious practices
which you might think are not very nice.

Designing a system to reverse your plumbing
welling up, as you sit on your private throne.
Will come up all kinds of vile and despicable nasties
you would rather not have in your home.
And I live down the end of your road.

Dispensed loathsome creatures in your drawing room,
Sent doggy poo-poos in your morning mail.
Rat's heads and lark's wings should set your tums turning
and your houses will soon be for sale.
And I live down the end of your road.
Yes, I live down the end of your road.
Well, I live down the end of your road.
I live down the end of your road.

Raining in my Heart...

The sun is up, the sky is blue
There's not a cloud to spoil the view
But its raining
Raining in my heart

The weatherman says fine today
He doesnt know that you’ve gone away
And its raining
Raining, raining in my heart

Oh, oh mystery, misery
Whats gonna become of me

I tell myself, the blues wont show
But pretty soon all these tears will flow
Raining, raining in my heart
Oh, oh misery, oh misery
Oh, whats gonna become of me

The sun is out, the sky is blue
There's not a cloud around to spoil the view
But its raining, raining in my heart

Beer Chronicles...

Beer and the Winter's Sun.


why does one need ter drink anyways...is a question asked by many who don't drink...

but how does one make them understand what a person feels when one's high...

yeah well i thought the best way ter describe it would be ter get high and then ter write about it...

hmmm...yes I'm high as i pen this down..correction type this down...

that said and u have your eyebrows raised as you read it further...

or you say ter yourself " there he goes..."
I'll leave the blank to each one of yours definition...

but what i really wanna talk about here is the feeling of peace and tranquility that comes with sipping a chilled beer( child bear;) as per a Punjabi daru theka) under the sun on a sunny day of a cold winter's day...a kingfisher strong in my case

ahhhh...phew...hmmm... an expression on the face - as the first gulp of that sweet brown nectar goes down one's throat...
and with it arrives a feeling that pacifies all the worries and inhibitions that the world has ter offer...

you open up and a complex algorithm uncontrolled by you involving your voice box, tongue, mouth infact your whole body gets ter work...
the words ooze out carrying everything that was hidden and carrying with them the stress and...
the hands wave, the body is set on motion as if clearing the way for the words that are to travel the distance...
and one's on the way to join the highway...

the spirit of beer flows through you, intoxicating and the sun makes the surrounding a lazy timeless portrait...

the time passes by as if in slow motion...the stomach lurches and BURRRPPP...

now with that gaseous release things settle down and you cant resist going fer another pint...

head becomes a bit heavy and is cushioned by some unknown forces and the body feels light as if floating...

there's nothing that can stop you..and you feel no fear...

add ter that soft rhythmic sounds of Pink Floyd...and one's surfing on the chilly breeze that Chandigarh has ter offer...

getting up from that chair is a herculean effort...but why would you wanna do that...
well you surely don't wanna miss out on walking...
ahhh...yeah walking...its no less than a tightrope adventure

and the feeling that overwhelms you, helps be a part of everything around...

nothing escapes and everything flies by...

the sun..hey ya...the sun woh that's a beauty...it just warms the cold bones...and the relaxes brow...

and if at any instant you miss some one or miss something...then all you have ter do...
is take another swig of that sweet brown nectar... they call it BEER...i call it beer as well...
wipe the froth...and say...

CHEERS eh...:)

aphorisms...take two - Being Unique...

a boy once saw something very minute...small particles that shone in varied colours ...

the minute particles at once caught his fancy...and the boy realised that he saw these particles easily when he narrowed his eyes or he when there was a a single ray of sun entering a dark room...

Maybe this was something special, something only he could see and probably he had some power which no one else had. This feeling of being a unique human-being overwhelmed him.

And it became his guarded secret. It made him happy and made him think that he was part of a bigger scheme of things.
One day he shared it with someone very close to him, a person who possessed more scientific knowledge than he did. This person told him that those things he saw can be seen by everybody else and are just dust particles. Shattering his belief was the best the person did.

But the small boy is not the only one who harnesses such beliefs. Every human being tries to find smallest of things that would make hi or her unique. This feeling of exclusivity has always captured humans.

every human has a tendency to feel unique, special and unparrelled ; that feeling makes him or her ordinary.

Aphorisms...take one

this is a story about a kid who wanted ter grow up and become a poet...

so this very curious kid goes ter his mum and asks her how to become a poet when he grows up...

the mother patiently listens ter him...and says...

you can either grow up or be a poet.

the child in us percieves the beauty around us in true sense.

and its the child in us that helps to portray that what we percieve,

i wonder...

Walkin on street staring ahead,
've got nothing to do
but drag my feet,
still got a mile to walk and i look at the sky,
'nd i just wonder,
i wonder why,
why she's upset at no reason,
will it happen every season,

a Quarter crossed
i think to pen it down;
the weird thoughts that cross my mind,
stare at the trees and i stare at the grass,
and i wonder;
i wonder how
i wonder why,
people need to tell them lies;
why the truth aint rewarded
as good and nice.

half distance across,
my brain is still at work,
kicking the pebbles and playin with my hair,
and i wonder;

i wonder how,
i wonder why,
why people need songs,
to make them happy,
is too difficult the past to,
forget even in love,

A quater left and I'm looking,
for a shorter cut,
finding none i just keep walking,
and i wonder,
i wonder how,
i wonder why,
this blue sky doesn't give me answers i'm lookin for,
and why do people complicate simple things anyway,

almost reached now and i
'll finish this song,
i stare at this
blue, blue sky,
and i wonder,
i keep wondering...

my two halves

the word life that
i play along with
has me in splits;

the sleep that
blankets me with
starry nights is split,
in sugarry dreams
and ghoulish nightmares;

the awakening that
comes with
a reluctant sun is split,
in fresh blossoms
and decayin carcass;

Life has me in splits,
of sorrows and laughter,
over and over,
over my two halves
of sorrows and laughter.

the word Truth that
i never question
has me in splits;

the fears that
surround me split,
in bitter truth
and spicy lies;

the present that
i walk in
without complains split
in glowing crimson embers
of hope,
and dark weary clouds
of disappointment;

Truth has me in splits,
of sorrows and laughter,
over and over,
over my two halves
of sorrows and laughter.