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It revealed more than what it hid.....
Just another ride after dropping off my mother to the bus stand. Its 12.45 and unusually hot for a december afternoon. Waiting for the signal to turn green, I see a woman clad in a burka and a hijab walk past me. Fortunately for me or unfortunately for her, the hijab and the burka failed to serve their purpose. The strands of hair fluttered in the dusty wind, her copper coloured hand straightened it out, she adjusted her burka a little, and walked past me,the sway of her hips revealed her feminity which no tube top or low strung jeans could have matched. The light changed from red to green, I was still standing where i was, a shrill horn made me accelerate, I was just in time to catch up with her, I was about to turn and catch a glimpse of her face, and then i realized, why spoil the romance...!???
Did I see her hips sway because i am me, or did she just walk that way...?? Did I see what she wanted me to see, or did I see what I wanted to see...??

I waited for the light to turn green........in another signal, on another day....

SALVATION
"Just like the butterfly, I too will awaken in my own time....."
P.S.i am waiting too...!!

Hmm...“Someone who thinks the world is always cheating him is right. He is missing that wonderful feeling of trust in someone or something.”
-Eric Hoffer(American Writer)

And...He thought he had found the "Shining path....", little did he know that it was just a mirage..


Dark clouds still hover over.........and He thinks the grass might be greener the other side...


And HE waits for the wind to blow to set sail again......to what HE thinks are calmer seas.......
(pics by me. Taken enroute to kerla and in kerla.Click on the pics for a enlarged view)

Who is...??
Who was the second man on the moon..?? Who won the second prize in the lottery...?? Who is the runner-up in the world cup...?? They said that the winner takes the spoils....,but someone also said "The real hero is always a hero by mistake; he dreams of being an honest coward like everybody else".
Who is a hero..?? Is he the person who conquers his urges,or is he the one who conquers his ambitions...??Every hero has a tragedy behind him....every great deed has a crime behind it...But still....we need heros.....After all,we all have an ace up our sleeves,don't we..??

And he walks again....

The man with no name walks into the sunset again
no trails left behind...only the dust to tell his story...

The wind caresses him one last time.....
and he walks again...

Oho hange...
Reality is the name we give to our disappointments.

Slipping Through Your Fingers(trickbaby)

Hurrying to catch my comet
No destination shown - I wanna get on it
Taking a day trip from this tragic kingdom
Give myself a small safe taste of freedom

To live forever is my new fascination
Coming back’s my inspiration

A two-way choice. A cynic or believer
Make the wrong decision watch life slipping through your fingers

Worrying about my reputation
How I’m gonna get out this situation
Faith in control of my destiny
Nobody’s gonna get the better of me

He said.......

He said he was an optimist who saw a rainbow in every sky.... but he realised being colour blind was more colourfull......
He said “I'm a pessimist because of intelligence, but an optimist because of will” he was a hedonist by being human...

"I failed to match my dreams of perfection. So I rate myself on the basis of my splendid failure to do the impossible." (William Faulkner)

A Nomad's Dream.....

Baavra mann dekhne chala ek sapna
Baavra mann dekhne chala ek sapna

Baavre se mann ki dekho
Baavri hain baatein
Baavre se mann ki dekho
Baavri hain baatein
Baavri si dhadkanein hain
Baavri hain saansein
Baavri si karvaton se nindiya tu bhaage
Baavre se nain chaahein
Baavre jharokhon se
Baavre nazaaron ko takna
(baavara=nomad...for the complete lyrics...click here.)

Rain...............................


Staring at the rain drops falling out side my window,I wonder why the rains sound to differently to me nowadays.Why do the sound of rain drops which were music to my ears a few years ago seem so harsh.........??? Where did the joy of making paper boats sail away....why does the taste of hail stones seem insipid.......The rain reminds me of the beautiful girl in collage......not of her freshness....but of her tears which it washes away.......it reminds me of the power cuts.......not of the CHOWKA BHARA I played........but of the mosquito bites i had to endure.....It reminds me not of the hot bath after the getting drenched in the rain....but of brown puddles on the road.......It reminds me not of the hot filter coffee I drank after the rains..........but of cold nights.......
Some great man once said....

Some people walk in the rain, others just get wet

I wonder if ever i will get to walk again...ever get to see the rainbow again.......Feel the music.......Re-live the romance.....
If only this could be my song

Let the rain kiss you.
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops.
Let the rain sing you a lullaby.

THE VULGAR EMANCIPATION.......

Waiting for the shackles to break free by themselves.....not trying to break free..........

Hoping to find the key....not searching for it........

Searching for the messiah....not wanting to be one.....

enjoying being slaved......

Waiting for the gentle touch.......

Not hating the enslaver......

Starving...enjoying...coveting..cribbing...EXISTING.....

(To whom so ever it may concern-Sorry for the plagarised heading....i could not help it...!!)

HUH...................


They say arguing with me is a waste of time........they forget i am worth the argument........

They say I don't accept that i am fault........little do they know that i my self am a fault.........

They say I am the loudest...........they don't know that my silence shouts...........

They say I am funny.........huh.....i am the FUN baby.............!!

They say I am an egoist.......they don't see the way I carry it with me..........

They say I am conceited........I AM ENTITLED TO BE...........!!!

They say I MOCK..........TRY ME.................................

(for the only 2 people who read this dumb blog.....u know who I am talking about when I say THEM...................waiting for ur comments....!!)

WUJUD
(Call-the band)

KABHEE DARD BHEE MAZA DAI
YEH GHUTAN ACHEE LAGEY
MEIN KHUD KAU ZAKHMEE KARNA CHAHTA HOON

KABHEE GIRNEY KEE KHUSHI
JALNEY KEE KHWAHISH
MEIN IS HAWAS SAI LARNA CHAHTA HOON

MUJHE APNA WUJUD CHAHIYE
IN SOCHON MEIN HOON GUM
MEIN KAB SAI

KABHEE ITNEE GARMEE KEH ROOH JAL JAYE
MEIN ISS MAUSAM KAU SEHNA CHAHTA HOON
KABHEE KHUD KAU TARPA KAR KHUD HEE KAU RULAOON
MEIN IS RONEY MEIN HANSNA CHAHTA HOON

MUJHE APNA WUJUD CHAHIYE
IN SOCHO MEIN HOON GUM
MEIN KAB SAI

KAUN HOON MEIN
KAUN HOON MEIN
KAUN HOON
KAUN HOON
KAUN HOON MEIN.......

ILLUSION...............


They say "A pleasant illusion is better than a harsh reality....." how true....!!!
The idea of people being what I want them to be is what keeps me talking to them.....wanting them.....being in their company. Many a times I wonder if thats what others feel too.....the enchanting.........the mesmerising..........the alluring........the un-answered ILLUSION....... Its the magicians trick..........The con-man's art......an actors acting.......the beauty of a far off mountain.....or.........the face of your friend.........ILL-USION..........the word itself shouts of malice.....of cowardice.......of betrayal......of venom.........of ME.....................

They call u the devil....or GOD...!!!
































Some people said they could write 3 books on me.........One of my DEVILISH intentions.....one about my SAINTLY intentions.....and the other one about my diplomacy.......all i said was OHO......my "diplomatic" answer to say the least...!!
A great man once said..."I never refuse. I contradict. I sometimes forget...." how i wish i could be the great man who said this...but alas....i am just another devil...and the devil is and always been a gentleman.....!!!
For the 2 people who said they could write a book on me.....all i can tell them is...EVEN BAD BOOKS ARE BOOKS....AND THEREFORE SACRED....!!!!!
(For the heading..........thanks to richard basch......being the egoist i am.....i am writing this in the smallest font possible....!!)