I wish I had not seen the future!

Unpredictability about future is best left unexplored!
The more you explore more difficult it gets,
Uncertainty and restlessness is what sets...

Whom to trust, whom not to?
Who is deceiving and who’s not?

As I walk on this rope tied to poles,
I am not sure if the end is without holes!

I stand strong headed; there is nothing that deters,
Still the cruel world sends in me, every time jitters!

In darkness, a lightning is what takes you through..
I am awaiting the light that would be true and not brewed.

Faith keeps me moving, but this hatred for lies;
Make me remove all those slice.

Unpredictability about future is best left unexplored!
But still I am awaiting the light ,that will not need darkness to be bright..

Reversing Time

If dried flowers could bloom again

If a tide could return,

to the same distance..................

If the clock could be reversed back

Things won’t be the same

People could do mistakes

And reverse the tide back…



But this is no time machine

This is no shoot

This is a one time real life play,

So give your best shot!!



Never stand waiting for the dried flower,

Dried memories,

And gone people,

To come upCome up again...

If dried flowers could bloom again

If a tide could return,

to the same distance

If the clock could be reversed back

Things won’t be the same

People could do mistakes

And reverse the tide back…

But this is no time machine

This is no shoot

This is a one time real life play,

So give your best shot!!

Never stand waiting for the dried flower,

Dried memories,

And gone people,

To come up.......Come up again...

How wind changed the tide!!

A tide which was bubbly,
Loud, effervescy.
Fun was she,
Found what fine did she.
Rest was to be kept aside,
Even ocean’s mood was kept beside.
She felt it was her duty,
To Terpsichore seeing the oceanic beauty.
Life entangled and was fun,
She was a protagonist in the run.

And then came a fall,
And changed all.
The tide which followed its way,
Was now driven by “his” say.
The dominating “tide” became a “quiet sea” with time,
accepting every filth to it she became slime .
The tide which threw away anything which came in her way,
Had no moment left with her to be again happy and gay.
The debonair tide was no longer a stone,
Coz she learned to survive alone.
She never did need her frndz,her family…the ocean with her,
As she got someone to comfort and console her.
“Wind” was the one that played this part
And gave the tide a new start!
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But now the wind finds the ‘tide turned sea’ dumb!
Knowing this made the hapless sea numb….
He was treacherous never did she knew,
And lost her faith in his virtue.
She became calm ,
And was fey,
And was quite and speechless all day,
“She needed to be racy”-- the wind did say.
He never liked vegetating ,to him the sea was stagnating!!

The wind went on in a supercilious way
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Weak the sea was just for the wind,leave her and she’ll be a tide again.
This time not throwing on shore was in her mind,rather causing destructions and givinghim pain.

Victory !

The king has been conquering nations,
The king has been conquering territories,
For him his reign is all that matters,
He wants to conquer the world…
With no space for “worthless” emotions,
The king knows one thing...
And that is “victory”,
a passion!!

Ur queen understands you “my king”,
She loves you more than her own being.
She may never be a hurdle,
Just that she can’t conquer a fort alone...
It’s not that she’s not capable,
But she needs you,
Not on the battle field,
But at home!
Not always,
But when she’s “weak”,
She just wants to see your faith in her,
Do believe in her...
Even she’ll conquer territories,
Even she’ll get a fort today...
Never to compete with you
But to help you increase your reign!!

U don know how much do you mean to her,
What your support means to her
Just assure her, that you’ll be there,
When she’ll return from the battle,
If she has won you’ll applaud her,
If not you’ll hug her…
Just be there,
Oh thou king,
We’ll conquer territories,
We’ll conquer the world…
But this time you’ll not be alone!

The child is no more a child

Each day I found her growing,
The learner in her was evolving,
And the mentor in me was left behind grovelling!

She came to me as a child
Someone who was tender & blind.
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We walked together for a while,
But then came a hero in her life!

Someone who was driving her as a calf,
Someone claiming to be her better half.

And she came to us to tell
That we’ll have to go to hell..

It was over between us
Coz he didn’t approve our friendship thus!

I was dumbstruck, waiting to recover from the shock
But the child was today a young lady, to me a mock!

What was there between us from long ,stood broken today
And the child I felt part of was thrown away!


P.S.-Written to understand, if I could anyday allow my life partner or my better half to influence my choices.
In the way I do things in my life…decideing my friends,my choices.
Though I don’t approve of it now ,let’s see what life has in store for me.

Back In Action!

A comeback…..after two years.
Sometimes constrained by time, job or mood fluctuations I gave up on writing, something I cherished at a time.
To avoid mood fluctuations and speculations by people on my suicidal and pessimistic ideas(read emotional outbursts),I have decided not to write on emotions this time but something which is more objective, reflections and perceptions.
Perceptions of the world economy, of what is going around.
SO what is the news today?
After Tata’s, Deustsche Bank is searching a heir.
With Ratan Tata, John Ackermann also has his innings coming to an end.
140 year old company based out of London is seeking an Indian successor.
But will Anshu Jain make it?
Will his Indian (Non-German) origin come in his way is yet to be discovered!!
This was about mood, lets see If I take out time for myself, after the world has had its share .
Good Bye!

TBM

The scene is from a place…a place which is away from the usual city noise…
You do not expect people to be found here. But for some genre of people it’s the favorite hangout. These people are a different class who live in there world, live not just two-three but many lives, and put upon many faces…the scene talks about just some of these..


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He came earlier today, he checked around to see if anyone could be seen…but there was none…It hardly mattered, they had to come here…so why not lit a cigarette by that time...he moved down, smoke was flowing off, water gushing off could be heard…he found a comfortable stone and sat there, dreaming about all those days which had to come after college…job, post graduation…
………hey, hi!
It was other one this time, he took out a packet out of his pocket and offered to the one who had been standing there and to those who had come along.
Thanks bro!

They hugged each other as if brothers had met after years having left their hands once in a kumbh mela…a regular occurrence in bhopalis ,guys meet and they hug each other as if they’ll never meet each other or may be the touch with every guy, gives them a sense of feeling a female around them or may be they want them to be well able to differentiate the feeling when it actually happens..

They sat down, each one white stick popping off there mouths…one amongst them lit a lighter…and helped out all his bhaais!
Thanku bhai!*5

These guys A ,B ,C,D,E are then joined by a chunk of people and the white stick with red tips, smoke oozing off but they have new friends to entertain… after all the romantic place with rhythmic water flow is a favorite for many of them…
They sit in a row…after usual hugging and kissing…sorry! No kissing…they just feel the warmth of each other around them…

Bhai TBM...and the other bhai passes the white stick which is shortening with time, until more TBM’s are offered or the stick size goes to zero…that means size zero, does not furnish moreTBMs...aah! Oops, the engineer in me wants to see loops everywhere…

By the way TBM, you all must be aware...and those of you who are not...I tell you it builds better bonds than any in the world…its TERE BAAD MAIN!
It saves those white sticks whose price have been soaring higher and higher after the new budget...foolish govt feels they’ll make people drop cigarette.s...but it actually helps out, share each and everything with our mates...our soul, mind, air ,breathe, mouth to mouth sticks..

The romanticism of the place is added by the girls’ hostel around, and there are some hot chicks that pass by the place everyday…

A: bhai,wo right wali meree hai
B: merre beech waaliii…thek hai C tere liye fir wahi bachi… chal left waali hamaaree bhai..
C: (almost standing, in protest!)no..right wali meree… tere bhabhi hoggi A.
D, E: aur hum?
C: dekh bhai mujhe hee kammi hai??


They fight as if India and Pakistan are fighting for Jammu, wanting the best...
B: abbe tum dono kabhi adjust kyu nahi kr saktee…hamesha 1 hee!
A: tu isko samjha,hamesha mere wali pr…
D,E: iss baar humme decide karne do!



They are so passionate about the whole thing as if the sweets they have distributed amongst them…would be there’s...

C: but A tu hee kyu hamesha sabse phele choose kartaa hai…
Tringgggggggggggggggg

B: shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
“Hello mom...yup, just reaching home...actually A and C are having the same doubt so I am just helping them out…
Ya, yaa coming home at earliest!”

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See guys I got to leave, meree beech wali hai,baaki tum log dekhlo!

A: dekh yaar mai chodd dungga usse…but mujhe beeech waali..
B: doo kya ek….(bas har waqt doo kya,aaj tak zindaggi mai 1 machchaar bhi nahi mara hogga))


B: Chal yaar,gotto go..mom would kill me...otherwise!
See man I can not adjust this much…last week itself I told you about one in my colony…I offered you her myself ,mere sath pados ka chakkar hai, but you guys can easily!!!
Tring..going guys!!!

All in chorus: haa bhai ye to sach hai!
Aap to ekdum guru ho
They depart as if they’ll never meet..

Clock shows 12... hugs ………bhai log… helping out each other and they leave the place!

P.S. The romantic water gushing is the sewage water bringing about the romanticism in the place!(![]

Those of you who know this may not question again….
And those of you who don’t, I bet its better to stay mum.
I am sure my gyaan in this area lacks...but I just wish I could understand what bonds do these sutta-mates and daru- buddies share…and what is there between each of them, that they hate each other but still love! They bad breathe, but still breathe together...what is it that binds them…a stub? How could such a small thing?
Anyways...none of my interests… had anything to pen down!
Just heard TBM lately…felt like writing on it[]