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Monthly Archives: August 2009

“We are all Indians”, we say it proud,
Yet some people in the crowd,
Don’t know what it means to us,
When we see a flag, lay in dust.

There are a few who pretend to care,
While our Anthem plays, they sit in their chair,
All we need to understand is this,
We are blessed to feel the respect so bliss.

Its not a piece of land,
Its the soil where we stand.
It was struggle and bloodshed,
That brought us our Hindustan.

They fought the war for our lives today,
And look at us, we dont even care.
As long as we do value our Nation,
We shall stand tall in other’s perception.

Yes our Tiranga is our Identity,
We Indians, should be, proud to be,
Jana Gana Mana, brought us together,
It gave us unity, it earned us honor.

So, Salute your Flag,
Stand up for your Anthem,
Don’t take them for Granted,
Respect your Nation. Our Nation.

Jai Hind.


Sometimes he’s angry, sometimes he is Great,
Today its food, Tomorrow I wait,
I jumped and played, everyday before,
Today I drag my hind, my fore,
He pets me lots, I won’t complain,
Yet at times, he mets lot of pain.
He might love me, yet I am scared,
I don’t know when I am really cared.

I beat him black, I beat him blue,
I dont know why, I have no clue,
I feel so bad, when I think of it,
My anger took over my wit.
Why do I get wild, where hides my wrath,
Why does it make me take this path?
I dont like the feeling, after doing the damage,
Can’t I control my ire? Can’t I stop this ravage?
That poor speechless creature, gets to bear my brute,
And he never complains, however rude.
I pity the fella, sometimes, oh man!
I owe him an apology, the hundredth bloody time.
And I cry…

Flutter, Whish,
Dainty Fish,
Gorgeous Fins,
No Kids, No Kins,
Just Me and He,
A bond to see.

He cuts the flow,
And swims to show,
Flaunting Fins,
Majestic Spins,
His eyes Bulge out,
And lips go spout,
He likes the way,
I admire him sway.

And then one day,
Still he lay,
Sleeping soundless,
Drove me mindless,
I touched and felt,
His heartbeat melt,
His eyes he shut,
Wounded and cut.

Empty walls, fallen grub,
Motionless Water, a tearful shrub,
Few stones weeping, a gloomy me,
Is all that Joe, left behind with me.

My Trip to Mumbai taught me a few new facts about FOOD, PEOPLE and OTHER…


1. The Vada Pavs of Mumbai are just too awesome to be reproduced in Bangalore.

2. That Lassi needs to be eaten with a Spoon. Its that thick and full of cream.

3. That Curds are sold in Kilograms.

4. That Shrikand’s texture is coarse with nuts and yet so smooth it slides down the throat.

5. That the Paani Pooris (Golgappas) get their taste due to the tap water and dirty hands.

6. That we can get Schezwan and Chole Jumbo(size) Vada Pavs in Brown Bread.

7. That even Vada Pavs can be Grilled.


1. If you miss the 8:16 local train, you are late to office by 25mins. In spite of there being a local train at 8:18.

2. The return pass you take on Saturday is valid till midnight Sunday.

3. All one way local train tickets have an one hour expiry.

4. Bangalore – Mumbai – by local train 24hrs, by bus 18hrs.Within Mumbai – by bus 1hour, by train 25mins incl. changing platforms for connecting trains.

5. If you dont know whether you are in the East or West, be prepared to spend 5times more autofare.

6. Mineral Water bottles taken from outside the security check-in is suspicious, Water bought inside the airport is absolutely safe.


1. That money and affordability bonds people together and classifies them as well.

2. That saying “I cant afford that place” is like I accusing the other of fleecing money from me.

3. That asking a friend for cheaper places to eat translates into one being stingy and incompetent.

4. That “Oh! You can walk into my Cabin anytime”, actually means “go get an appointment from my secretary and its my desecration then if I even want to meet you”.


1. Sweat flows down your head and drenches your shirt if you walk a Km, as if you were under a shower.

2. That no matter how many times and how well you have taken your bath, you have to take it once you come back home.

3. That the noise of the waves however loud, sounds so soothing.

4. That to find which Movie is in which Cinemas and at what Time is a treasure hunt from one page to the other. No single list / page.

5. That Rasta Roko dharnas get police protection and can dissolve in a couple of hours. Such that no one ever knows it happened.

6. That Rasta Roko dharnas (Road-blocking Rebellious Processions) can cause the autofare to go by 4 times for the same distance.

Door ho shayad, par paas bhi ho,
Yeh Dil ki shayad, aas bhi ho,
Lekin Phir Bhi Hai Yakeen,
Mere Har pal Saath Hi Ho.

Jaise Din ki Raat tum ho,
Jaise Moun ki Baat tum ho,
Hum ko hai yeh ab maloom,
Is dil ki Jasbat tum ho.

Pyala hai yeh bhara hua,
Nasha hai yeh zara zara,
Kash mere jigar mein bhi,
Hota chahat bhara bhara.

Kya karen jab jaam ho khaali,
Aur hai nasha chada hua,
Kwaish ki hai baatein adoori,
Aur yeh din hai dhala hua.

It wasn’t that I was not inclined,
However I don’t see it fine,
To be in a state of dilemma,
Of can it be us and are you mine.

I understand you have felt it long,
When we walked hand-in-hand along,
However, I meant to help you stand,
Against all odds, heavy or strong.

If I have hurt you, pardon me friend,
Cos I knew just only this one thing,
You needed a man to make you glee,
Someone who will wish you succeed.

I did just that and look at me,
I am proud you won the opportunity,
You stood by what you want in life,
And have the will to make the strife.

I wish you Smiles and all Success,
And I wish I change the way I felt,
We could, maybe, get together again,
And celebrate our joys and long-lost pain.

As the wise men (like me 😉 ) say, I am living my life on the edge.. cos I am fallin’ off .. into slumber at every given opportunity. Except these last two days.
Mumbai really brings the busy man in you out and running against time. Especially when you have to rush to your meeting at 8:30am and you really don’t know the difference between Santacruz East and West. I reached in time still .. do I hear Varun’s “Really??”
Being used to Bangalore’s Kormangalas and Brigade Roads, I had a tough time losing autofares worth a couple of Redbulls and a handful of Jumbo VadaPavs and Shrikands. Trust me guys, the Lassi here are as thick as Butter. And they taste WOW!
Our Airport is much better than the one in this Film City and you have everyone from the Local train hawkeress to the hep Gujrati ‘maltova’ showing off, as if they had bigger ones than Mallika Sherawat! Relax guys… I meant EGOs 🙂