Saturday, December 24, 2005

what is life???

They say.......time n tide wait for no time is running out....the cycles of nature go on n on.......the seasons come n go....
the hands of a clock complete a circle n are on the same place do the days.....starting from Jan & we realise, arrey,
here comes Dec. on its feet...& it is also passing by.......!

Oh! it's ending! does it make any difference to me?......likewise so many years have ended already........then..?
things that are destined to happen r going to's not ur wishes that destiny works on.....according to Newton's third
law...for every action, there is equal n opposite's on this principle that destiny works....if it is suppose, one wants
his/her head firmly, straightly placed on his shoulders (self-respect)...n destiny will force him/her to bow it down, irrespective of
the damn efforts you make.

Still u try to arise....n...again a strange situation is created by destiny....n u get happens......that's life.
Life has been alwayz a gamble to me on personal accounts.......everytime i lose.....i say to myself...ok, it was destiny.....
i keep mum...n...ask destiny,"what next?"......n the quest for zest continues till i survive............!!!

" O master destiny, my hands r full of whatever U have offered me, U know me...but i don't know U....i shall always be grateful to U......"

Sunday, November 13, 2005

m confused!!!!

Actually i like girls who'r intelligent,awesomely gorgeous,have that sense of sexuality which appeals to a man ! & hmm.. they shld also be a bit dominant..
I mean, not grls who jus keep their heads down and say 'yes' to the boys wishes. But some1 who questions the very existence of the relationship.
Some1 who's really cute, really sweet, with whom u feel like spending quality time. Some1 who'll jus blow your mind off every time you meet her.

At the same time my innerself asks me,
'Dont u want the perfect woman on this earth?? Do u think ur the perfect guy to expect all this...u want a barbie+cindrella+malika sherawat+indra gandhi+shakuntala devi in ur gf... damn it....guys expect so much from gals these days!!!!'
m confused. who's right, me or my innerself?

Thursday, September 15, 2005


Its 8:45am and I get ready for the start of my journey. I travel on the same road as I did a few years back to reach my college . Little did I know then that things would change so much in 2 years; the road on which I was moving seemed to be looking at me and smiling, perhaps the only thing that stands as a testimony there, watching the transformation of a loud and bubbly person into a quiet professional. I wouldn’t blame the professionalism for the change though. It is destiny, or may be you could call it life. Yes Life, esoteric in the true sense, for one does not understand why you meet hundreds of people everyday, work with so many, and still remain lonely.

I am now stopped in one of the traffic signals on the road, watching people trying to catch up with "life"! It’s an hour’s journey and the only company that I generally have is the chatter of the RJ. I seldom notice the person moving next to me, for its going to be yet another stranger or may be you could say another acquaintance. It is annoying at times when the radio is switched off, not because I am cut off from the melody (?) but because I would now be thrust with the thought of the solitary travel ahead. I can’t help thinking about the short journeys to college, well it’s a paradox to call a distance of 8 kms "short", but that is how it always seemed. A typical college day always begins in the cafeteria with all the familiar faces; you look forward for all your friends to get into the cafeteria, the reasonless giggles, the loud laughter that were stifled to avert the eyes of the lecturers and professors who would watch on us as if we were their prospective prey for the day, well as I said it was a different life then.

The pleasant memories of college are in itself good enough to save me from the misery of the journey. I notice that it is time for me to get off from bike and flash my smile of acknowledgement to all the known strangers that I see as I walk towards my cubicle. A few of my project mates greet me with their morning wishes and as always, we exchange our pleasantries. Discussions jump to the weekend plans and I wonder what I’d do over the weekend. It would be just another day staring at the mobile, wishing it would ring and bring back some wonderful moments that are now missing in life or maybe the safer option would be to come to office, for it’s my new founded asylum these days. A few years back, weekends or weekdays didn’t matter to me, I was always busy. I always stood doubting the authenticity of the wall clock that seemed to be in running too fast to perceive its movement. Alas, now it seems as though my clock is suffering from some kind of paralytic attack. There is a time in life, where one needs to go ahead, leave behind all your friends and carry along only memories. You do make friends, but then you never get back the same old close ones, you do meet people who’d be so good to you that you could tell them anything and everything, but you’d not find a person, to whom you needn’t say things, friends who just know you. Occasional calls from such friends, has been the only thing that I seem to look forward to, but I cant help but notice the uneasy pause that lingers around the conversation, pause not because of the relationship, but because it is too short a duration to say everything, and of course you cannot completely rule out the paucity of words!

As I sip coffee from the ubiquitous coffee mugs, watching the drops of rain, trickling down the tinted glass panes, veiling the scenic beauty outside, I tell myself, may be there’d be a day when things change, when life offers a rewind, a recap of all the events, and I’d just have to wait. Capricious are the ways of life, for I know there would be many who’d be able to empathize with me, ironically, even the dear ones that I miss this moment, waiting perhaps.