sTrAiGhT EdgE ...

I would never define how obvious is the unexpected these days, how magnificently welcome is something “out of the box” or rather I must say “something not made for the box” , how cliché it is to think straight and how fondered to go about crank . There could be dimensions to what I just mentioned. Take it just as a pie slice . The key is to stay happy , to stay content , and about the diversions the happy and content part has ,from being ethical , moral or to fall within the purview of being accepted.
If you’re still not getting what I intend to say, I’ll be more precise . Think of legalization of 377 , a widespread debate in a country like ours , still lead to the conclusion , countering the laws of the nature as propagated, that a man and a man or the similar case with the bearers of opposite sex can be together. Choices as I mentioned, no longer depend on morality , being right or wrong . They rather depend on the fact “ do you dare “ . You would ask what is there to be dared about . Its a thing as simple as this, that do you dare to punch in block letter, in your mind, the facts, the activities , the ones divulging from what you could have called hysterical , those like that came up, and those that are yet to. The choice is to let know, that there are certain privileges accustomed to you, and so are you to them, and barring you from them won’t be of any good to anyone. For privacy is always private , and so have become choices.
Not just keeping in mind the 377 ordeal, there have been myriad of this kind , like the talks about marijuana legalization. All come close to the recital that no matter what the perception is, changing the course is now a habit of the game, not just a part of it . Be it indulging in drug intake, lying , having a split personality , indulging in act with someone whom you have know just for that night , a visitor called from laying off a few bucks , all these issues are now a normalized version of lives, some close to you, some far-fetched , but they are. As plain and as simple , there is not just an attempt to break the shackles , its an outrage , one that would continue for years to come, one that won’t rest , for it is termed tranquillity for some.
So whenever you have a doubt about what side to go by and what not, just remember , choices now are personal , say it legalized to be personal . Good , bad , cliché, weird , made up , they are of your own. To keep up on the good side, there needs to be a demarcation and cognizance of what the bad side talks about. The edge as we see, is no longer straight . Nor are any of us, who bragged about it. The edge has grown wicked in its own diverse sense and versions making our path pitching over and our destinies void .

MiSTaKeN ....

I ain't blue..

I ain't mean...

I'm magic..

When I dream..

I add dimensions to your moves..

Smiles that will reap..

I sit in silence....

I think of u..

I'm attached..being away..

Whats in between...

And what are it's needs...

I tend no hurt....

To anything close to u...

All I need...is no pain...

To anything close to me...

you ain't blue....

you ain't mean...

But I miss the magic u add to my dreams...

Fl!P In - fLiP Out

I was to come from above...

But I rose from the ground...

I was meant to be divine..

But I turned out sour from in..

I exhaled fire when I spoke...

And turned the smoke to fog...

I wandered between the colours ...

To find my true self...

All I found was enitre hue in me...

That rested to become all white...

I reflected facets of life....

All that flipped in...

And all that flipped out....

!!

Dum D Dum D Dum ...

Confused...don’t be ...

Haven’t you ever heard....oh don’t tell me...this sound...this such a common sound... like the background music of ekta kapoor... come of very situational... ok I’ll not stretch it more...

It comes just before introspection. “ Dum D Dum D Dum “ and here comes the realisation.

You ask what realisation....realisation of doing something you always wanted to do...or something that ached you since ages but you got over it , that very moment...the realisation you just felt blessed...one that makes you feel that life is worth it...or the “ Dum Dhadam “ when u realise that ....shit....u screwed it up....

I have had all of them...say myriad times....

And you ask why am I mentioning it....what difference will it make to you....

Nothing.....no difference....but what if my thoughts change the way you take these realisations as...what if it changes mine too...

I thought this when I just got caught in a fight....with a friend....sometimes....all you want to do is run away... But wait....what’s always more important...the friendship...the ego...nothing ...or something...that kept two people together.... I don’t know... and I might not know....

Realising what lies beneath...dumped...which is layered by so many emotions...anger ...fear.... I wish u had....I wish I had ....I wish....CRAP...

Don’t these emotions have the all time right to pester people ? the ones they govern so fondly....for showering zillion trails and situations...some that rob us of our peace and some that ( sometimes though) give a hint that all’s fine...as if....the silence before the disaster.... they ruin everything we have....or say try and make up things...

I feel they ...if rightly expressed...have an art of saving what you have...rather than destroying them..stay ...gather thoughts...how many you lost in this fight of realisations...that you always would have otherwise wanted..to be with you...this diwali ...mend relations....if not stitch them completely.... do not spoil their built....save them....these are all you would ever need ...

For my friends J

Again J

Love

sakshi

YoU

i look..

u peep..

i smile...

when u sleep..

i see..light..

when u turn things bright..

when i go unnoticed..

records u keep..

Im the perfect imperfection..

all the time u say..

we walk..

hand in hand..

u get down on your knees..

I laugh..

u love..

memories that reap..

I hav a secret..

within me..

I live..

when u breathe

:)

TGMC IBM WORKSHOP – THE SAGA

Hah....u might be wondering why I called it the saga... and I assure I’ll make u believe in my iteration after u go on and read...

And it goes like this...

I get up at 3 in the night or morning ( for the nocturnal people and the incorrigible sleepers , me belonging to the latter category ) and I get ready to board a bus to my lakshmangarh...my college...my not so beloved mody ( I’ve already exaggerated enough ). And I reach the bus stand , board the bus and sleep within five minutes . And the eyes open with the roaring of the bus..the horn that beeped on top of our heads ( that is me and my friends ) . And we found out eventually that we were stuck at the good o famous sikar bus depot . There is something very peculiar about that depot, unlike the delhi and Mumbai ones I have seen, you would either find women and men clad in typical rural attire or you’ll find girls ( but obviously ) going or coming back from mody. And few among the latter mob were we...still sleeping in the bus that just refused to move and inch because of a puncture ...resting one of its tyres peacefully in cow dung...the only thing i noticed when I peeped out of the windows and pushed back myself in after noticing the dhoti-clad men staring at me ....phew...it sucks !

Not briefing it more...we reached the ultimate destination and straight away entered the college gate with the gatekeeper wondering that how can someone be so dedicated as to enter the college gates at 7 : 30 in the morning and that too people that just came out from a jaipur to Bikaner bus ( must have been that only I suppose ). Yes it was indeed miraculous...when the all time late comers enter college at the least expected time at odd morning hours ( they were sufficiently odd for us ). But still we managed to keep our reputation by keeping the let’s chuck this damn thing feel in our hearts....coz even after reaching the college gates we hoped it would get cancelled and we can again board a bus...and go home!!! Yeaiiiee!!! And the plans FAILED !

We reached new fet and in 10 minutes a phone rang informing us that the venue for the much awaited workshop was old fet...tired , sleepy and frustrated of leaving home coz of the workshop ...we caught sight of an auto outside new fet building....and the brains started drooling over the idea of convincing him to drop us...

Who would dare...but we approached....and he agreed...asking us...” aapko pakka haina koi dikkat nahi hogi” ...dikkat ....what trouble will it cause 10 girls to plunge into that poor auto if it saves walking half a kilometre to reach to that god forbidden building... he was overwhelmed by our thank you bhaiyajiiii’s after we reached our destination...

Scene old fet : we see the first benchers of the other batch along with some first- time – noticed people there. We later got to know they were of our batch too...what people...what an identity...and we also sat fearlessly ...throwing our backpacks on the ground...some sleeping with novels in their hands....some not even attempting to pretend...sleeping aimlessly and with brevity what you might call...and that too....right in the middle of the corridors....

What else would you expect rather than girls swarming in and bringing babel along with them... of the tales of gossip girls and super old novels that they read recently...from who is looking sexy these days...from fringing on the talk of the upcoming new moon...to cringing at the flies that rested their butts on them here and there....unassuming after a while...coz the flies were adamant !

With someone very sensible drawing the idea to make a list of all the people that have arrived serially so that there is no fighting for entry into the workshop a list was circulated...we also carried on with our gossips and planning trips to places... that we would never visit...just for fun...for the sake of it! And then arrives the lab assistant after 3 hours of wait....and the girls get up as if some john Abraham has come in a concert...we ( pretty obviously ) ..preferred watching the activists and invoking jokes on the people around...they were a funny lot...!

Then comes the all time supreme and in power fourth year....each one entering the rooms with a confidence....that they have a seat reserved and no can fetch anything they lay hands on ( with due respect to my seniors ) ... I’ve had that look in some people ;) ...and so hopelessly hoping we waited more.... with a final opportunity to enter the lab...and the wondrous watch of the awaited IBM people....we placed ourselves at the first row of the lab...beleaguered by the issue that two people will have to share a seat...the common fear...who would fall when...I chose a slim partner and got seated...the rest is about the technical stuff...which even I’m not sure whether I’ll be able to narrate or not....I haven’t got the credentials that qualify me to do so....the rest goes on...

The hustle life of mody....which rests to gain momentum for the next race !

Moving on and ahead!

I've had n I've not

I've never had a mystery that defines my bound
Never had this idea that flikers all time around
I've never touched sand with a feel that
A day or so ..it'll be the place i'll sink in

I've never had exceptions that makes me diffrent
yet I've had talents beyond the magic of minds
I've never grown fond of age that falls
But I've made life worth...all the while around

I've had illusions that failed to settled
also had the worst of upsetting realities grabbing me
I've had mistakes I'm addicted to
Also had some to which regrets taller grew

I've had inspiring rages..nd unbreakable bondages
I left no stones unturned..to keep them off my pages
I've had moments of growing low..some of rising high
Some turning sour..some taken on try

I've poisoned my thoughts..just to grow a little sweet
Wicked in ths world...lies chagrin truth beneath
I respite from the knowlege that I need to confess
A life I lead....the life I breathe :)

LoSt N FoUnD

Its a story very close to my heart...I feel there are always a bunch of intimate things...not literally though...but yes..its a story ...
Once upon a time there was a couple...a couple as cohesive as any other of its kind ...it might sound so paradoxical to some...but it was a couple...and was together as ever.. and just like the others on the block , they were married...had two kids...whom they loved more than their lives...and both were enjoying their lives together. As time went on they got used to each other. Day by day they got so used to what held within the boundaries of their house, that they forgot what actually bounded them. Confined within the four walls, they laughed , they cried, they did everything they were fond of , except, accept their love for each other. They learnt it all..yet zilch...so void...so in vain . They still went on, struggling through each day that comes by, trying to find another waypoint in the journey, satisfying another ambition , tired , more, still . Just like this fullstop , their lives were ending ( not really ) but they were making money, success , fame ...but nothing yet out of their lives .

Till a day, their saturation came, and they decided to take a day off and go on partying, just like their good old teenage days...when fervour for each other, voice , charm , the silent peek-a-boos , the forbidden dates, the every daffy activity that a teenager does, was successfully executed by them . And then the big night..they got married...and even if I do not make a churning sound its quite evident that all the passion they had vanished. As if poison left the snake , its very essential part .

And so they celebrated, a day off, away from the buzz of phones, pagers, door-bells, unwanted guests, their favourite sitcoms and their fights over their indulgence in them ...any thing and everything . And there they ordered shots of vodka , down one after the other , so many, they any ways lost the count long back. They looked at each other, with eyes full of something they had last seen on their first night...love , indulgence , hope mixed with sleep . It eventually started with abuses, was not even shocking for both of them to cater themselves with the amorous credentials that were being capitulated at them. They loved abusing, just as they loved calling out each others names after each beep word . And after an eventful series with they started commenting together ,like two boys sitting on stairs of any college and chattering about something funny on the ground, about how badly he ogled on the waitress serving their adjacent table. And while making their futuristic stories...they clubbed in most part of their lives...n made it as monotonous as their one was. Done with this part they again looked at each other and smiled, and again, smiled . The wife suddenly had a jolt, she dropped her head on the table, pushed it again hard up, and then blushed. He was ogling at her. And she said...u find me nice?? N he answered negatively. With beady eyes she continued to look, and he prompted in her ears....very nice ! She was glad, as if heard something she has been waiting for, something that caused so much pain, yet was a relief to listen after so many years, so long, a time that touched and wounded their lives...she was proud...this was a thing that it could not change...and she was happy...now laughing... And so did he, seeing her smile...he also joined with the flow...and both laughed a lot...till they realized they were annoying the tables besides them. And then she said, I hate you for taking time to say that, I hate you for all the times you missed that, and I hate you for saying it when you are not in your senses, but I love you when you are not...coz at least then...you are mine. He was touched by her sentiments, though he could not very well understand the hate part, coz his head was spinning, he did get the love part, a part that has always belonged to him . She put her head down, facing him, watching him, laughing on and off, and then said, two or three... after how many shots do you promise to treat me the way you used to before . And he, caressed her head and said, none, n said “ time must stop here, for it is heaven to see u smile after so long , had God been here he would have replaced my water with vodka so that I treat you like this the whole year around , always , but since he’s not here and also since vodka would harm my health and decrease the number of years left with you, I think I’ll manage with a promise, that I’ll be the same, who knows vodka effects the next time or not !! “
And they laughed again, this time, not caring about the tables besides, caring about nothing that was beside, laughing in and out, n reiterating , the three magical words . The security guard had to shut them up....and also escort them out of the bar, for they were drooling over each other...a part most adults loose out...the love they ‘ve had just a few years ago ...
Rarely you’ll find moments where God gives you a chance to be the love in you, to be the kind you were a few years ago, expressive, and a little less egoistic, it does not harm to be good, but it always harms to say silent, when words were all that was expected 

On the road called life

Far asleep on a day
just when I opened my eyes
I found cheers on my way
all along the road that went by

I had few gudges that I kicked
and few regrets held up close
I let them enter..and so let them go
I knew it was what I chose

I had this person whom I met
while I was travelling life
he said me things I cant forget
he taught me to be mine

I had this feeling long upheld
a thanks confined in my shell
I let it out..and told him so
and all that ensued well

it struck me with some wonderous charm
I had my feet in air
could feel the beats could feel the zeal
I had now lots to flair

something that belonged to me
not the ones that grow old
it was a precious thing to be
of someone of your own

what brought me to you was the road i chose
and so i choose to walk down with you
flawless magic I’ve been through
let me be...so...till I’m there
all by your side...all with you

Picture coveted

Yes...it is the FRIENDSHIPS DAY....a day when all love to spend with their beloved friends....
And so was I....doing the same thing...other than the usual humdrum college routine..there I was...out in the neighbouring...emerging town of my birth-state Rajasthan...SIKAR...
Let me tell you more about this place...its at a distance of about half an hour from lakshmangarh...my present dwelling that is...and is a small town...not very equipped with everything that someone coming from a city would desire..but everything that is enough for that persons needs...and not greed’s...
And so i was here...to watch a movie...on the eve of friendships day...
But on our way back to hostel..my friend told me a very nice thing that happened with here very recently in the vacations..
Here in my college...as it is an all girls ( for those who aren’t aware of the fact ) .....there comes myriad occasions where I find my friends and me too indulging in an activity that I wasn’t aware of before coming here...called fondly by us...our “photo-sessions”.... you certainly might be wondering what kind of thing did she tell me so that i had to plunge into the intricate details of our personal friendly stuff....so here ...it goes like this....
My friend ..when she was in Jaipur...went to a very famous mall there....full of people ...that could be perhaps the most well to do crowd...or rather I should put it in a way that ....children of parents who are well-heeled....so there she was in her car ...parked on the roadside...enjoying the pulsating music...the ambience....the resemblance that her fate and that of others there showed....this she did not notice perhaps at that time...until something happened... one of the children there....now when i refer to children I’m not referring to the ones that were there to flaunt money , clothes and bla bla... but to those who were there...just like her on the roadside...the difference being she was inside an AC car...enjoying her life ...and they were there... begging..in the scorching heat . so this one child knocked at the window and was begging for a penny...the one that could help him to have some food ...may be that day ...if he manages to collect much..or may be in a next few days... she opened the window and gave him a penny...and he was happy..actually happy...and then a flock gathered there for some more of her money...and since she was in a good mood...she did not buzz them off...but instead...vented some money from her pocket to see them....smile.... then with their gay departure ...she started clicking photos with her friends there...
Elated by the essence of perhaps everything around her....no worries...no needs...no desires...all that was there in her mind was to have fun....but then...one of the girls ...one of that flock...came and asked “didi...ek meri bhi photo khich do....” ..... picked up by her desire....she agreed to her...and did as she said...she made a few poses ...which she must have seen kareena kapoor making in those weirdest of movies...and then...she asked for another favour ... “mere kachre ke dibbe ki bhi leeyo naa”.... fortune made unfortunate...how could this happen...what made God partial?
She....was someone...who belonged to just one thing...and that thing belonged to her... her “kacchre ka dibba” ....her toy...her mate...her kind of fun...her definition of desire...to have a photo clicked of something that was so dear to her....and put amazed by the irony of life...she did as she commanded again....but this time....with a heavy heart...what made her fate ...opposite to ours??? Whats the fault???
Yes....picture coveted...just so similar to my ways...yet so far-fetched from its tenor....in a way... I or you would never be...nor would want anyone else to be ....