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Category Archives: Expressions

Emotions and expressions that are either mine or my interpretation of people I see/talk to.

Some Heavy stuff, after a looong time:

Its the Blood that clogs my veins,
And the Air that chokes my breath,
And my legs become so numb,
As I run away…

No cuts, no wounds, no tear,
And a pain beyond to bear,
And my face’s swollen crumb,
As I run away…

It’s no stupid joke, no mystery,
I feel anymore, I don’t know me,
The wind is mauling, my ear drums screaming…
What the Fish is this bloody feeling?

As Mystic as the Mind can see,
No one knows what he can be,
For all you care you are the Queen,
Giving the World the Golden sheen!

I missed your fragrance in the air,
I called out loud in despair,
Many may feel I’m out of my mind,
Part Man, part Beast, none can stand.

Its just the Love that speaks of you,
The pain, the tear and the heart aches too,
For you I bear, all anguish and hurt,
And wish the heavens are tad less curt! 🙂

And I bleed!

Nothing new!
Bored as Hell!
Time for a new hobby;
Master a new trick.
Write a new song;
Love a new self;
Make some money;
And rock like Nick!

“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…

FOOD:

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.

TRAVEL:

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.

SOME PEOPLE:

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”.

OTHER:

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.

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 🙂

It was the first time in Fashion,
Bangalore was taken seriously,
Coping up with the Metros,
Was Bangalore certainly.

They knew it wasn’t easy,
They knew they weren’t big,
They put the show together,
It was a Dream Merchants gig.

The whos-who was present,
The big names showed their crafts,
It was an opportunity sure,
For Creative (wo)men of sorts.

There were some who went conventional,
There were some so refershing new,
The Gorgeous girls sashayed the ramp,
Dressed in impressive hues.

Babycorns and Peacocks on yards,
Mohit wowed the crowd,
The trendy magic of Ramesh Dembla,
Made our city men proud.

Bhakti’s and Kaira’s designs,
Bridged the west south gap,
Diganth, Zulfi and Jackie,
Were the stars for whom, all clapped.

At last there was the bubbly,
Samant Chauhan, oh boy!
He cast a spell that everyone loved,
A fresh new trend, ahoy!

Awaiting for the days ahead,
Are all the fashion freaks,
When Manoviraj Khosla and Rocky S,
Will show Bangalore their streaks.

Walk up, Walk down,
In Green, In Brown,
Till dusk, from dawn,
In a long, short gown.

Steps to the song,
A sweet smile long,
A whish, and a turn,
Then a stare that can burn.

Some hep, some bland,
Some none can stand,
Some drool, some pause,
At the end, all applause.

“Its just a small lil herb’, he said,
‘What harm will it do to me?”
He chewed it, while they smoked up,
“I hate to smoke” said he.

In a while before he knew of it,
He had a dizzy feeling,
His roof went high below his toe,
His world had a different meaning.

He felt as if he was seeing a show,
Whence his mates were scoring neat,
He liked the feel of his every step,
Being lighter than his feet.

And then the table turned and skewed,
Right before his eyes,
All the people around him dear,
Looked like tiny mice.

He fought the floating sense sometimes,
And shook his head to see,
He was standing with a plate in his hand,
There was no sign of the meal.

Did he eat or did he not,
Was a puzzle too big to crack,
He washed his hands off the morsels,
And fell into dreams in a snap.

Again, as the Tradition of Polished Crap goes, there is yet another parallel I am drawing, yet another flavor to savor. Just spilling some creativity on the floor! Ideas and opinions, I feel could be implemented in the marketing / advertising / design world, will look like posts. And this time, its prose.

Its not that you are cursed,
You’re not a blimey slave,
Its not your fate that turns worse,
You’re not a mere doll of clay,

You have feelings and thoughts,
Which warn you every day.
You have yourself to answer to,
You dont just breathe alive to stay,

Listen to it with caution,
Hear your conscience scream in pain,
You are no master of your own,
You Disobey. You Pay.

Not life, Not love,
Its our mind thats screwed up,
Not luck, Not chance,
Its We who give up,
Can see that bright light at the end of the tunnel,
It just that its steep and scary to go up.

Are we scared, oh! Yes,
Then why blame whatever,
Its just another opportunity,
That was devoured by our fear.

HAHAHA!

Heaven and Hell are mere illusions,
God and Devil created to scare,
The surprise that life unveils is thus,
Death is the beginning of every new dare!

What do I mean? Am I insane?
No! Its just life on another plane.
Where one believes not that he won,
Until he rolled in the river of pain.

Dard-e-Dil ki dastaan hai ye,
Bhikre kwaab ke armaan hai ye,
Aap chahe isse shayari samjhe,
Mere beete hue ehsaas hai ye.

Her eyes are Music,
Her lips are notes,
Her looks are poetry,
Her charm is wrote.

Need I dream,
When fairies are true?
Angel or Devil,
She’s Gorgeous for sure.

The mind plays a dirty game,
For it craves selfishly, for an easy name,
When you’re in love, you are talked about,
You fall out of it, and its gossip for louts,
Your idea sounds zing, they lap it up,
Expectations fail, you are screwed up,
You lose, you gain, its all the same,
For the mind only needs, its claim to fame.

I watch the drowning sun,
The color of blush on the horizon,
It seems so happy today,
The vividness of the crimson.

And there is the new full moon,
Peeping from the silver lining,
Making the night so proud,
She is brighter today and smiling.

And I wished for the day I would see,
The sun and the moon together,
Sliding away into the clouds,
Kissing one another.