The sleep

Why did she, the sleep, knocked my door?

din't she knew my nights belonged to you?

Why did she illustrated of beautiful dreams in her?

din't she knew my exotic dreams were you?

Why did she wanted to comfort me under the blanket?

wasn't she aware of your comforting embrace?

Was she so insane to wait for me, or was that me for your love?

Crazy Love

I thought penning a poem could help, to wipe away all your memories.

As I moved my pen, I realized what an insane-make I am.

Would anyone be so quixotic, to throw away buckets of water
from an ocean hoping to evacuate it?

My failure is not the erroneous act of anxiety, my dear,
but it is the unbounded amount of love I have for you,

which is to be the concern.

Dear lass, I’m so lost in the beautiful depth of yours
Oh you, the shining romantic moonlight of my life,
ardent thoughts I have on your remembrance,
and whatever things that constitute you,
drives me crazy.............

Local Train

Bombay, i feel, is always my second home. A bunch of good experiences, good friends, healthy life style, there are a lot more reasons why I love Bombay. Today, I'd like tell you another of my experiences I had at this beautiful place.

After I left my job at Delhi for many reasons, I was back to Bombay in June 2009. I wanted to start afresh, forgetting the past. I had to try my luck again at Bombay. It was my 3rd Bombay life. I went on a full fledge job hunt, which didn't work out well. The city which always had supported me seemed to have lost all the love and affection for me. I gave something like 17 interviews, I dropped my resume around the globe. Nothing but disappointment was left in me. My wallet was size zero as the body of Kareina Kapoor. When I came to Bombay in June I had 3000 bucks with me, and it has now reduced to a mere 300 in August. My financial status was real mess, a credit card payment of 60k pending and other loans too. This made my situation worse. I just kept myself low, and calm so that I don't explode out my frustrations.

Fed up of job hunt, I started looking out for freelance jobs which might help me survive for a while. Sooner, I started omitting my lunch to save my money. I got a season ticket from Belapur to VT and roam from Dockyard line to Bellard Estate everyday to find work or job.

This day was very hectic, as I met like 7 vendors and had 2 interviews in a row. I was fully tired and hungry. I was craving for food, but was reluctant due to money shortage. I was sitting at the VT station. 3-4 trains passed by, but I sat like I don't care or as if I was waiting for something. The rush at the station was normal as it was just 4 in the evening.

That was when I noticed this guy, tall, lean and handsome. He wore a white shirt, black trousers and a black leather shoes. He had a small brown leather suitcase in his hand. He looked like a perfect sales executive to me. He had a shine on his face, and a smart grin too. He looked to very very happy.

He sat on a bench next to me and looked straight on to me. I tried to confine to myself. He looked around to make sure no one was looking at him. Once he did that, he pulled out his wallet, which had the brand name Wrangler printed on it. Cool purse, I admit. It had his photo on it, also of Lord Hanuman and of an old lady probably his mother.

There was a bunch of cards inside it, and he was looking through each one of them. I could understand that all were simple business cards and no debit or credit cards. I couldn't help noticing it by the way. Also, there was not a penny in that wallet. Then his hands went inside his shirt pocket only to find the season ticket. I couldn't understand why I didn't stop gazing at him. There is something wrong with this guy, I thought. He then opened his suitcase, and took a big file. As he unzipped the file, I could see his certificates, a lot. I don't know what all it was, but plain certificates. He got a cover inside and then he looked relaxed. It was 25 bucks inside, he took the 5 rupee note from that, kept everything inside and closed the suitcase. All of a sudden he looked at me and our sight clashed. He understood I was noticing him all the while. The grin on his face was replaced by the frustrated look, probably I could see all the hatred he had for the city and life on his face. I thought he would break down. After a while, he just moved to the tea shop and bought 2 vada paav. He consumed it in no time, I felt like he was starving for a long long time. He drank water from the filthy mug and washed his face. As he cleaned his face with the blue towel, his grin reappeared.

Untill then being confused what to do, I was sitting on the bench staring at him. I got into the Harbour line train to Belapur, and sat on a window seat. As the train started, the guy too got into the train. He sat next to me. I didn't give any more attention to him as I was lost in my own worries for the while. After a while he said hi to me. I replied with a smile.

He continued, " I don't know who you are. You were completely noticing me all the while and might have understood my current situation. Yes, I'm in search of a job for the past 4-5 months. All my money got drained and nothing is left in me. I'm doing all possible jobs in here to survive. I'm sure my condition will be better after a while. My hope is as big as this city."

It was sudden, I was speechless. Before I could speak he got down from the train and vanished into the crowd. Station name read Govandi and my train moved on.

once upon a time in mumbai

Hi guys,
Whenever I talk to anyone, my love to the city of Mumbai just bursts out from my heart. I just won't care to whom I'm talking to. For some Bangalore is the best, for some Delhi,and some Hyderabad, but for me it is always my aamchi Mumbai. It is there where my crucial diversion of life occurred, it is there where I started my career, it is the city which taught me how to dream. So, in many ways it is really important for me. But the love for the city is not because of all these things. During my childhood I never liked Mumbai for its appalling name in regard to the underworld and being the most dangerous place. But one single incident inverted my attitude towards the city. Let me share that with you.
It was in January 2006, when the most atrocious thing happened in my life. I was a student at CUSAT during those days. It had broken me completely; even the minute hope of good life was vanished. I was to reach Mumbai urgently. I cannot lose attendance as I fear of shortage and may risk having more supplies in my arsenal. So, the only option left was to transit via flight. I booked the ticket, I didn't know any other flight company other than Jet airways cos I had travelled in that long back when i was a child. The ticket was 6000rs one side. Yes, it was pretty very expensive. The family had a serious credit crunch faced, and the sad face of economic depression was visible at my mother's paycheck.
I lost the hope of survival, yes it was almost sure something is ending up harshly. My faith in god had already disappeared.
After booking the ticket I had no money to go to airport. Maybe some 500 rs or something was that I had. If I catch a taxi that will be almost 300, and then I will be left with just 200 rs. I requested a lot of people, who had bike to drop me at the airport, but no one was ready. More reasons to blame god, I thought. Finally I got a bike, thanks to JK, and now I need a driver who could drop me at the airport. This time Rakri came into picture. My good rapport with these people helped me, otherwise I’d had done with because even my closest friends didn’t wanted to help me. Rakri wanted a pack cigarette in return, I until now I failed to give him. Also, he is such a good friend that he never asked me.
Then I got down at the Mumbai airport. No idea where to go, I called a family friend to get to know the path. I was asked to reach nearest railway station, that is Vile Parle and catch a train to Church Gate. No idea how to get there. At last, I got a taxi to Vile Parle. He told it is very far and it will cost me 100 bucks. Again no idea, I told OK. He took me to the station in say 5 minutes. I totally freaked out, as I expected some like 10 km from the airport. I started arguing with the taxi driver. My first argument in Hindi(hehe)..
I freaked out again, as none concerned the fight going on, all just gave a glimpse and continued with what they were doing. I had no other option than to give him 100 bucks. One more reason to blame god.
All of a sudden out of nowhere, a traffic policeman jumped towards the taxi. He was short, thin, and dark with a big "marathi" cooling glass. He asked me what the problem was. I explained him the situation. He asked me to get into car along with him and ordered (yes it was) driver to take the vehicle to the police station. The driver was literally crying out of fear, and finally he left with only 20 rs.
The Traffic police man told me this, as I thanked him, "kabhee gabraao nahee, hum log tumhaare seva karne ke liye hee baita hai." It was the first time I was to deal with the police and it gave me confidence over the complete police dept of the country. A dim light of hope started popping up inside me right that second. The trust to god was replaced by trust to humanity. I suddenly started feeling everything is going to be fine. Every bad thing in my life will reverse back. That single incident brought alacrity to live.
When I turn back now, I find the ways I came through very acrid, but the flames of hope which this simple traffic police man had ignited in me still keeps me from breaking down at atrocities.
Whenever I feel bad, I think of Bombay, and this sentence comes up,"kabhee gabraao nahee, hum log tumhaare seva karne ke liye hee baita hai." And I'm then starting afresh to face the world with a reason to love life, humanity and Mumbai....

My new full moon

Nothing to write this time. Just to make sure, I have the ability to read and write I came buzzing around. My life have new dimensions, may be due to the presence of an alien girl who lacks all the qualities that I too lack. Without sense, how are you going to make a point. Come on, I don't know. I just never knew that. Making up my mind, I saw the full moon of my life, brightest and shiniest. The fall has eased up the pressures, the leap has contributed an extraordinary life and I'm done. I fail, I win who cares. It is just whether you lived or not what is cared. I have no regrets till now, of making mistakes, or committing suicidal mishaps. Cos they define me better, what I'm and what I lost or gained. They cultivated the present me. The life lived, or enjoyed being in. Confused by the victories, screwed by defeats and accepted fantasies. Hmm my life is happening man. It is like, my life is the scent of marijuana. I feel a heavenly Nirvana, with a poisonous touch. This is a real change, the alien girl was never part of it, but I appreciate her presence. Who knows this alien girl has a reason like Josee, like Sree, like Dappi, like boxer, or like Achu, to be in the heart of this dust bin. Recycling them will still give you an energy, the real Renewable Energy which is yet to be discovered. Like all the others, I too have started living for others. A heavenly snow is falling over and I feel the sacred sunshine over my head the same time. Gimme a break god, I'm fed up with disasters.
Now my point is I met a full moon. It has all sense of energy to ride me and the moon is an alien girl. Should I love her?

अपुन का कविता समाहार

Guys,
I'm just posting some of my attempted poetric works. Please comment as I don't know whether they are good.

Time depart without saying a word,
People diminish without counting time..
But they make an impact on the audience of what they lost.
If you miss me after me, it is what that really counts....
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The love felt for you in my heart is like a robe of snow,
The essence leads you to nirvana and my heart is an eden-make.
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In this winter night my eyes are knitting dreams,
The beautiful ones hath made you an angel,
others made you affable...
The morning light vapourised you from my mind as a dewdrop,
which melted my heart...
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The morning window caressed by dewdrops,
cold water filling joy of living onto your face,
and chilled breeze taking you to that sacred past..
Its true we get blessed for getting up early...
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नाराज़ हम दुश्मनों से भी नही होता,
अदावत कभी दिल में नही रखता,
बस इक चोट्टी सी फ़िक्र है,
रूट गए दोस्ती को यादों से तितलियों की तरह उड़ा देता हूँ॥
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Dewdrops are the joy of morning,
But were the sorrow of a mournful night...
The cries we've thrown today, will flourish as flowers tomorrow...
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समय कभी टिकता नही, फासले कभी मिटता नही॥
कुच्छ सपने भूलते, कुच्छ यादें भुलाते नही ।
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मौसम सुहानी hai, चाँद की तारे है,
क्या कोई अपना है, या फिर सपना है,
मेरे बेबस दिल साए में रहता है, मगर प्यार तुम्ही से करता है.....
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Religious Misconcepts

There are a lot of misconceptions going on all over the world. It is time to think and act. There is no fight that can be settled, and there is no war that has an end. Yes, the thing I'm talking about is Islamic terrorism. Muslims all over the world are considered as Terrorists. In a country where Sir APJ Abdul Kalaam is a role-model, other Muslims are treated worse.
I'm going to explain something:-
If you don't like someone, first try to figure it out why you don't like him. Then have a talk with him about any relevant topic and try to know more of him. You will easily come to know despite of 1000 differences there will be a matter you both will have in common. A person is just like a coin which has 2 sides- one good one and one bad side. This is true for all. Even the worldwide heroes are no different. The proverb "Nobody is perfect" can be easily authenticated. Love all, fear only god.
Don't compare India to US or any other country. India is a country which has more than 100 speaking languages and more than 10 religions. In US all are Christians, who name the god as Christ, and in Saudi they call the almighty as Allah only. Here in India only almighty has several names. So there may be sparks when they compare the religions to one another. 
The basic of all religions is LOVE and LOVE only. So enact in a way that later you must not feel guilty of what you have done.
Coming to idol worships and Muslims trying to abuse that. All Muslims do their namaaz angling towards Meccah. So, aint that superstitious. 
Hindus say killing a cow is bad, and they kill human beings, what is this?? 
There are a lot of possibilities of differences, but we can make up a friendship with anyone we want. It is upto u to be or not to be. Think before you act.

LOVE INDIAN