ANGER! A random thought.

Anger makes people go mad.

A moment of anger and the mind goes blank.

One word, you cross the line;

When you go to the other side, everything falls apart.

Everyday, every second becomes difficult.

Words fall short, eyes expressionless.

Nothing can reverse, nothing can subdue.

You need to live with that, and continue!

BANGALORE

Dedicated to..Parul, Taneja, P2, Neha, n everyone else here in Bangalore.

The cold breeze brushing past excited faces..

Sun hidden behind the clouds..

Bumpy rides and tiring fights..

An unknown journey starts..

New faces..New Fonts..

New Experiences..New Taunts..

Life beckons them to prove..

Forever..On..and On..

People breaking down..

Lose patience..lose calm..

Some with sorrow down in their heart..

Proving they can win over all..

Trying to convince auto-wallas..

Communicating with the conductor..

Asking for directions..

Missing stops..

Walking all around..

Struggle begins here..

The race starts..

Away from home..

Away..from the near..and dear..

They still go on..

With smiles..and random frowns..

Supporting and Contradicting each other..

I salute them all..

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Feels lucky to have a support system here..

Home away from home..

The tired faces scared me..

Would I ever be able to do what they did all alone?

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Thankyou! :) @Peripa, Perima, Patima, Sadhana, Harish, Ramesh Mama,

Latha Mami, Archana, Abhishek, Dilip Anna, Kirti Bhabhi, Riyaa, Shankar Mama.

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Miss you Amma..Appa..Priya..

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LIFE IS LIKE THAT...

And then..everything changes..
There are Frowns, Tears, Smiles and then..there is.. Love..
There are Harsh Words.. Sweet Fantasies..
There are Weak Smiles..
There is Laughter..
There are a Thousand Words..
There are a Hundred Questions..
And No Answers..
There are Ways..
But No Path to Lead To Them..
There Is A Hand To Lead..
There Is A Hand to hold..
There are efforts to turn frowns to smiles..
There is hesitation..
There is gloominess..
There are cheerful days..
There are sad mornings..
There are happy evenings..
There are thoughts..
Deep..
Dark..
Good..
Bad..
And then.. There is Silence...
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But..you know..
Everything is Yours..
Everything is Truly Yours..
The hand that leads you..
All the while..
Will always be there..
And the hand you hold..
Believes in You..
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When Life is going to take a turn...
And 'four' years flash past..
When You Look Back..
And Feel Proud..
And You look again..
And a tear escapes the eye..
When there will be no faces to tell you..
Everything Will Be Fine..
When All You Know..
Is You Will Miss Everything...
All You Can Do..
Is..
Smile..
And Say..
Life Is Like That! :)
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LUCK

I walk head high..
Into the room where there is all light..
With plans and strategies..
And a will to 'lose'..
And then..strikes..
LUCK..
minus the good..
Some sin..
Some sign..
Some ugly chime..
That is when..realization strikes..
A single tear..takes away..
A thousand smiles..
The head now hung low..
And.. An agitated mind..

To.. My Kite Runner..Manal..:)

"For you.., a thousand times over."
I remember those times, when your hair style was very popular, for being untidy,
atleast in the A and C sections. :P
Back then, you were only a batch-mate who took the same bus as me.
Then, we took the same 'Science' stream, and we became what we called 'Friends' and what other jealous people called 'you-know-what'! :D
And then, we took the streets of Mayur Vihar too seriously.
All those childish Aakash and BT incidences,
A really intersting 2007 with many new developments in both our lives,
Laughing away to glory,
Talking continuously,
Complicated Connections,
Studies,
Unlimited Fun,
All come rushing back to me today.
The streets of 'Mayur Vihar' will miss you..
The 'Chowmein' of 'Aggarwal Sweets' will miss you..
The 'Juice-Wallah' of 'DPS complex' will miss you..
The 'Uncle Chips' will miss you..
The 'Cola Candy' of 'Mother Dairy' will miss you..
The 'Momos' you neve liked will miss you..
'Eat Out' will miss you..
All the three 'Earring-Wallahs' will miss you..
'Popli-Recharge' will miss you..
'Chocolate Cafe' will miss you..
'Samachar Complex' will miss you..
'Mayur Vihar Phase I Metro Station' will miss you..
I...will MISS YOU..!

PASSION...

Everywhere I search for you...
Your words..and your silence too...
This bruise so deep...so mean...
Hurts more and more...
Every time I breathe...
Come...Heal me...
Come...Feel me...
My fear...my wish...my fantasy...
My soul rests in agony...
I feel like I am deep inside the sea...
Salt burning my wounds...
No mercy...
Plunging me into deeper grief...
The water reminds me of life...
The darkness my decay...
Your touch is what I crave for...
Come...Take me away.....

VANITY...

Black...Blue...Red...
All there..
Purples...and Greens...
Add to the assets...
A closet of 365 dresses...perhaps more...
Lets move a little towards the door...
There comes a box...
Full of weird things...
I don't really understand...
Where it all fits...
A stick...
Long and colorful...
And another..and Another...
Then come the paint brushes...
All sizes...and colors...
Bottles of various shapes...
All labeled with exotic names...
A thousand things here and there...
When everything is correctly placed...
A hundred faces turn and sway...
A life...so colorful...certainly...
But One Day..when it all breaks...
I think I do not need words to potray...!

Paa!

Today...
I remember those times....
When my wishes were granted as soon as I spelt them...
I remember those shopkeepers who asked me to pick anything..
They knew 'Papa paise denge' (My Father would pay)..:D
I remember struggling to keep my cycle straight..
And Him running behind me all the way..
I remember getting those badminton strokes right..
After hours of tiring Him out..
I remember those hours of night..
Spent entertaining me..just for a smile..
I remember the thousand captured memories..
Me being the 'mega-model'..!
I remember the fights I always ended up winning...
I remember returning home..angry..and irritated..
And the aroma that awaited...
I remember the tears He wiped away..
I remember all the laughter..
All those jokes..
Invented only for us...!
The endless laugh..in the middle of the night..
Infinite support..Infinite Love..
And...Infinite Smiles!


Love You Paa...! :)

A..B..C..D

I saw her running across crowded roads and the busy town...
With a hope so high.. and the shine in her eyes..
Confident.. that the world will guide!
She skips..she hops..she jumps..she shifts!
And in the end a hand she lifts..

The light turns Green..
And the cars pass by..
Each owner..
only just saw the sight..

Hope still alive..
And the next Red light..
And again..she laughs..
The same old style..


A childhood so harsh..
A world too wide..
Yet she only..
Remains a small little scar..
To the world's eyes!


People reach out..
No one..but..manages to touch her hand..
The only thing they can part with..
Is a piece of their land..


She needs..
Not a hand...
But..a part of their lives..
And the busy world has..for her..
Only a sad smile..


The Days pass by...
The Weeks pass by..
She only dances to the tune..
Of the honking vehicles nearby..


I wish..i could..
Make a difference..Bring a change..
But..like all others..
I only pass the blame..
Tell me one soul..
Who can hug her tight..
I know..
I am a part of the crowd..
Which says..It cares..
Only when there is some boredom lingering by....

THE WOMAN

"Bhaiyya! Metro Station jaoge?"
"Haan Madam, baitho baitho!"
"Aao Aao! 12-22! Gol Chakkar! Gol Chakkar! Gol Chakkarr-r!"
"Baitho Bhaisahab! Aap aage a jao! Madam..aap peeche baitho!"
"Jaldi! Jaldi!"
Brrrrrrruuuuuuu....Bbbbrrrrrrrrrr..Bddddrrrrrrrrrrrr....!
"Baitho Baitho!"
"Aage peeche ho jao! Baitho..jaldi!"
"Kaha baithaega bhaiyya? Jagah kaha hai?"
"Arre bhai! ek pe chaar chaar baith-te hain!"
"Ladiez hain..kitna aage peeche karvaega?"
"Arre bhaisaab..rozi roti hai..din mein kitna kamate hain..usme ye sab kaise dekhenge!?"
"Tu chal..main tujhe do sawari ke paise deta hun! Chal Chal!"
"Hume police walo ko dena hota hai..hume itna kum bachta hai..usme kya kya karenge!"
"Jaane do..ab hume kahin jana hai..toh adjust karna padega..ab toh aadat pad gayi!"
"Wo hi toh Madam..hum hi in sab cheezon ke liye jagah dete hain..fir hum hi bolte hain..!"
"Kya karein..ab sabko itni jaldi hai..toh koi in sab mein nahi padta.."
"Subah..office time pe pohonchna hota hai..shaam ko..bache wait kar rahe hote hain ghar pe.."
"Adjust karna padta hai..sab jhelna padta hai!"
"Wo toh hai..ab ye auto wale bi kya karein..unki baat bi sahi hai...paanch rupae ek sawari ke milte hai..usme bi adha police walo ko de dete hain..becharo ke pas kitna bachta hai..!"
"Ek baar..maara tha thappad ek bande ko..seedha ghar pe bhaiyya ko phone aya tha police station se..bol rahe the..kaisi behen hai..ladko pe haath uthati hai..ye sikhaya hai aapne..dhyan rakhiye zaraa.."
"ab kuch karo bi toh aisa sunne ko milta hai...aur kuch bolo toh..aur log saath dene se rahe.."
"Toh bas..apni zarurat hai..toh..kuch nahi kar sakte.."
Burrrrrrrrr...Budddddrrrrrrrrrr.....rrrrrrrrr...!
The WOMAN...subdued!
She has the power to bear...
But..remember..she can rise! Rise...to extremely dangerous levels!
It's sad to see the plight of women all around..
Where we live..is Heaven!
We hardly get to know..what happens outside our shell..
We have so many people..who guide us..take care of us..at every step..
But..there lies..a world beyond!
A world where..a woman..has to struggle everyday..to reach home safe and sound!
There are women who kill their ambitions for the fear of having to bear the consequences!
There are women..who..inspite of all the odd things that happen to them in crowded buses, trains, shared autos, metros..stay silent..and move on!
There are woman..who are not even allowed to go out..because of the 'brutal' forces that are waiting to attack them..if they see light!AND..there are women..who FIGHT back!
Those..who tell men..they can stand brave and dignified and confident!
!Be the latter! Stand up for yourself!
Even if the world does not!
And..to all the men for whom..'Respect' does not exist in the dictionary!
A woman is the one who makes you complete!
A woman can step ahead of you..trip you over!
And if she does that! You will have to go into hiding!
She is the one..who is emotionally strong..physically calm..and mentally focused!
Don't disturb the calmness! Or else, you will have to pay!
Respect Her!
PS : Stop killing the girl child, Start allowing her to FIGHT!

To MANAL...!!

This one was written by me..a looooooong time back..for Manal! :)

Something New..Something Old..
Anything I think Of..Has to be told..
For hours together..Discussions go..
Be there some reason..Or no more..
Whenever I am sad..I look for you..
Whenever I am happy..I treat you too..
Don't know..Where I would stand without you..
My fears..You throw away..
My tears..You blow away..
You make me realise my mistakes..
And give me all the courage..
You recognize all my emotions..
My every thought..My every action..
I can never imagine a day sans you..
To you..I raise a toast..CHEERS!
Thankyou!

MUSIC!

Saa..Re...Ga...Ma...Pa...Da...Ni...Saa!

A drop of rain..falling on the window..
A waterfall..crashing down a cliff..
A river..eroding away..the soil..
The cry of a baby..
in distress..or pain..
The laugh of madness..
or of gain..
The wind around the trees in the meadow..
The sound of the cooler..in the afternoon heat..
The cracking of ice..
The breaking of wood..
The passionate sigh..
The mysterious chuckle..
Even the tractor on the field..
The farmer's sorrow..and grief..
The tap left running..
A mother's scolding..
The bird's chirp..
The monkey's actions..
The generator..
when the light goes out often..
The food cooking..
people looking..
An afternoon walk..
And..the shadow stops..
The thunder of the sky..
The bottle of Wine..
And anything..that ever stirs fine..
Even the silence..
when there are no words to say..
MUSIC..is alive..all the way!

Whenever I feel...
Good...or Bad...
Or..Happy...or Sad...
Or..Stupid...or Intelligent...
Or..Mad...or Sane...
Or..Low...or High...
Or..Drunk...or Alright!

I SING aloud.....even if anyone minds! :)

Of Trains...and Good-Byes!

The Hazrat Nizamuddin Railway Station....sound of the engine....porters shouting...'sahab kaunsa plaetform??'...their red color turbans...the strong smell of ammonia...luggage...people counting their bags over and over again..1..2..3...15..16...food bag...footwear bag...'paan' stains...dogs lying around...chaa-ain and paper soap wale bhaiyyas flying around...book stalls...nescafe's...beggars sleeping...children peeping...And..the train itself..of-course! INDIA! So much life in a Railway Station.! One can find almost everything..and anything there!
All from materialistic things...to the pain of seperation...you can't help..but marvel at the sight and plight of the Indian Railway Station! And..yeah..rarely does anyone buy a platform ticket! :D
Oh..and i don't think many people know..what that is..!

The young couple happily going for their honeymoon..
to the Old couple going back in tears after visiting their daughter!
Their hugging their grand children..and saying.."Mumma ko pareshaan mat karna.."!
The college people..going on some trip..
All excited and enthusiastic...!
The family going on a much needed holiday..
looking all tired..after so much of work..
surely..they will return all energetic and fresh!
The stern and frustrated looking Uncle..
going on some Business trip...
He won't budge from the window seat...whatever happens! :x
The relatives dropping their relatives...
Discussing the stay..
Saying..don't go...it was so much fun!
Saying..we will miss you!
Saying..why the hell do holidays get over!
The upside-down smiles!
And..in extremities..a single tear..from the left eye!
Promises to come back...
Promises to meet soon...

The Station certainly has a life of it's own!

With Promises...Sighs...Tears...and...Smiles! :)