Of Cabbages n Kings

Some wisdom between morning jogs and the frantic run for the office bus!

My recent attempts of getting up early to go jogging seem to be bearing some results finally! Not physically of course (my waist size is still 34) but more in a contemplative sense. Yesterday’s sunrise at Chandni Chowk (captured above) made me take the risk of missing my office bus to spend an extra 5 minutes jotting down a few lines…

Far as I see, I feel your presence,
You are the air,the water, fire,earth and heaven.
You are the doubt, the answer, the poem, the prose,
You are the starlight, the darkness when my eyes close.
You are the truth, the false, the fame, the farce,
You are the anger,the calm, the hatred, love in my heart.

Where do I begin? Where do I end?
Why am I here? What further pends?
Show me yourself, take me to your love,
I dont want the heaven,hell, i dont need the earth!
Take me by my hand and teach me what’s true,
because You are all that I am and I’m a little part of You.


PS: For the record, I managed to catch the bus as well.

Comments 31 January 2012


Work by Late Harivansh Rai Bachchan…
“Dedicated to those whose life is a tough struggle all the way, but whose resolve is superhuman”

Work by Late Harivansh Rai Bachchan…

“Dedicated to those whose life is a tough struggle all the way, but whose resolve is superhuman”

Comments 28 January 2012


My darker side…

“Cave-Man” mood @ Bhaja caves, Lonavala!!

Isn’t it a constant juggle between the two sides?… I really liked the band Motherjane’s concept of painting half their face like God when they perform. The reason quoted was that they believe in the fact that each one of us is human with a varied proportion of God’s own virtues in us. Their aim is to find a rhythm between the two…

My aim - To find the truth!!!

Comments 28 January 2012


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To an old friend…

“Switching between dreams, I saw you.” (22nd Jan 2012, 0200 hours)

If pain and loss were such important ingredients of the journey, why not celebrate them? “Peaceful warrior” has a line that says “it’s never about the destination, it’s the journey that matters”. In retrospection, we had an amazing journey!

I believe there’s a part of each one of us in another, that we are connected (and connected well) in a strange cosmic manner (which could, I hope be proven by some complex “Einstein theory”… of which I know little :P ). That boundaries are only physical and all feelings are born out of die into love. Maybe that’s exactly why someone’s reading this. And when I love someone, I love you. When the neighbourhood dogs climb on me and express their love, I am certain you feel a part of it too.

So the next time there’s a warm feeling rising in your heart for no reason whatsoever, know that the world loves and survives on it.

PS: “you” is TimTim (1993-2002), my first pet, first friend. I’ll always love you, more than anything. Rest In Peace.

Comments 26 January 2012


WOOOF…..

WOOOF…..

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Once spirit was God, then it became man, and now it is even becoming mob.

— Friedrich Nietzsche

Comments 21 January 2012


llbwwb:

Honest Mom,it’s not what it looks like!!

llbwwb:

Honest Mom,it’s not what it looks like!!

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Rhyme from the past!

Something I wrote a long long time back… my attempt at sad poetry! (or whatever you call it)…. Dedicated to…. well, no one!! :P

I close my eyes and I see a time,
When I said to myself that you were mine; 
Hands in mine like eternal bliss,
You made me fly with the purest kiss;
Now you look in his eyes as he holds your hand,
While I think of you from a distant land;
My feelings still soar like those kites above,
Looking down from there with the purest love;
I look to my right but you’re not there,
And then, I shed a lonely tear.


Driving to work under vanilla skies,
I look in the mirror and I see your eyes;                 
your voice comes back as whispers to my ears,
‘when you hold me close, I’ve nothing to fear’;
The wind which blows brings me your scent,
Your hair on my face and close moments we spent;
Our eyes in eyes and hearts in hearts,
A promise made by souls to never part;
I open my eyes and I can’t find you near,
And then, I shed a lonely tear.


It’s the middle of the day and I’m lying still,
Miss me the same? I know you will;
Every second awake and every second asleep,
I have with you uncountable memories to keep;
‘They’ may tell you to forget but I know for sure,
It’s beyond your control when it’s feelings so pure;
When he holds your hand it’s a touch of skins,
Our hearts still touch, a million feelings within;
I look at your picture with my feelings clear,
And then, I shed a lonely tear.


When ill gotten slumber befalls on me,
I think of you and what made us ‘we’;
I look out for stars and there comes a smile,
For you’re looking at them too despite our miles;
How close we are and how we’ve made ourselves one,
Partners in arms, our love comparable to none;
And I reach my arms to hold you tight,
Cause I miss you the most in this hour of night;
It’s then I realize that you’ll never be here,
And then, I shed a lonely tear.

Comments 20 January 2012


First toast (with my first post) to Zevon!

Warren Zevon, special thanks for being my favorite.

It’s a shame you’re no more. But, no cancer can take your greatness.

RIP friend and philosopher. Keep me in your heart for a while!!

Comments 20 January 2012