Romance

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One misty evening, the clouds looked like fog for me, I turned on a torch up there.
I saw into the eyes of my future, blurred.
It was something which was not there, but I left it alone.
Then I saw a star up there in the sky, I yearned for it.
It had not only beauty but truth.
Then I saw the romance that the moon brought.
The very same romance I used towards you, you being the star.
The very same romance, remains in both of our minds for years to come.



“By believing passionately in something that doesn’t exist, we create it….
The non-existent is whatever we have sufficiently not desired”
-Anonymous

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Go Green

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Nice Read :

http://www.morganstanley.com/about/community/littlegreenebook/

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Train

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The other day I was travelling in a train, and as I started on my way I did call up my mom to cook up something for my dinner as the train shall pass through my native.
I did meet her, she did give me a box. For once, I thanked trains in my life for what was one of my best dinners in my life. When i opened my box, apart from food I found 2 things:

My mom packed all of her love in it.
I revisited the first 16 years of my life just, just with the first bite.

Mom, love is too simple a word to express my feeling.

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Mumbai Cutting

www.mumbaicutting.com

One word says it all... Wow!!!

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Quote

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Mr Emerson, I still remember that poem..
A snubbed squirrel says to a mountain:
"If I cannot carry forests on my back, Neither can you crack a nut."

His best quote: "I hate quotations. Tell me what you know"

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Keep off the grass

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I recently finished reading “Keep off the grass” by Karan Bajaj. Another double “I” product trying to show the world that he can write. Haven’t we read enough of life in double “I” m’s and t’s and their self bashing, arrogant ways with which they pass out and feel like they have conquered the world?

The book as such isn’t bad except for the fact that it cries for attention from some bollywood big guns to buy it quickly and make it into one of that meaningless crappy blockbuster material. When they say that 95% of first time authors end up glorifying their life in their first literary work, they are true.

So self centric, so self indulgent, so much “stoned” stuff, some yoga/meditation crap… throw in some double “I” experience and voila!! We have a perfect recipe for a high profile, highly marketed [self??!!] next gen author….

I quite didn’t like the book as a whole. But I liked the way it’s written. Method writing at its best. Understandable, what with he being an MBA from double “I” m. The book has its moments but very few at that. At some point, it sounded like too much managerial gyan being given away by the author. And that too in the context of a fiction novel?

I seriously think everyone loves letter “I” for it’s the very reason why everyone does everything or anything on planet earth. But guys from double “I” m’s and t’s do it twice I believe, for that represents double “I” from which they come out.

Give me glitzy antics of ‘De madame anyday!!!

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Self Indulgence

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Thanks, Amy Tan

For the very same reason, I read, I write. I write for myself, like everybody does. I write to rejuvenate my thinking prowess, my mind, through my lexis skills. I write to feel my heart, to make my eyelids flicker, while my words try and induce unknown emotions, imagery. I write to feel how it feels, to be writing, to be what I am, for what it means to be alive.

- "When the student is ready, the master appears".

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This is a poem to be, but without words meant to be,
I am no writer, to think this was a bloggers block to be,
Nothing was blamed to be, for I didn’t know what it would be,
I wasn’t thinking, for I was blinking, as nothing was linking,
My heart sunk, for I flunk for my words, wondering, wandering….
This was a poem to be, but for a tiny few words to be…..

PS : Another day, I don’t want to regret, that too often when I had a thought,I did not write it down

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