Am I not so close to you?

In the crowd, with music so loud, Strange! I could not feel the beats.

I do not drink, nor I dance.

What could I do best is to think and think about you.

Am I not so close to you?

Middle of the papers, on that rolling chair,

with some heavy eyes and some tired head,

Nothing matters, not even ideas I trade.

What could I do best is to think and think about you.

Am I not so close to you?

Jubilation is on the ground.

Beautiful green grass, all are proud.

Victory is not meant for me.

I have not given my best.

What could I do best is to think and think about you.

Am I not so close to you?

A spirit good in me. A spirit good in you.

A feeling good in me. A feeling good in you.

I have been talking to my loneliness,

Not alone. Not anymore.

My mind has said it million times but not on the floor.

What could I do best is to think and think about you.

Am I not so close to you?

What if ... I am pretending?

Every time I tried to become more intelligent than I am, I lose out! - From Eleven minutes of Paulo Coelho.

Isn't this so applicable to all of us? Let me just first add a line after that. (I hope I will not spoil the whole beauty of these words)

Every time I tried to become more intelligent than I am, I lose out! If not today, sooner! If not sooner, later!

It's not easy for a truth-seeker to by pass the road where in middle of that there is a temple. (Hanuman temple on O.P.Road from where I march from home to office and back) Why do I feel prayers are nothing but pretending? avoiding the real work and relying on hopes and more hopes? Even god would love to pretend to. I could see a bunch of unattended prayers on the gate. I could see the punctuality of worshipers even though. God is to be the super power. The universe. Like all but still unique is nothing but pretending. Isn't it?

We have pretending relations, pretending care, pretending love, pretending stuffs, pretending breathes, pretending everything. Perhaps to fake is to for own sake. I could see children going to school with fake good bye smiles to their mom. Could see people following system. Fake! Could see lovers gifting flowers. Fake! What is real than? What does exist divine? Where has purity traveled? Why can not purity remain in brain only? and not on the floor itself?

JHUKATA HAI SAR JAHAN

WAHI

MILATA HAI RAB KA RASTA....!

We need SHRADHA (trust) in life.

You're distracted!

Who would not I like to hear it from you?

though I do feel it in silence,

in your own eternal silence.

Attachment that you never wanna fall in to,

than why do you want me call it to?

Difficult for you to understand you'r lovable?

Take my words,

Love is just next door

and you are very much capable.

Emotions are added.

All senses are shaded.

It's when you're distracted,

my satisfaction guaranteed!

You make me dauntless,

your eyes are down.

Strange!

Approvals countless!

Its not you breathe now.

You sniff love.

I want sweet few

Idiot!

Not chocos

It's you!

Emotions are added.

All senses are shaded.

It's when you're distracted,

my satisfaction guaranteed!

The Wedding Home

It's Sunday night. All off days are over and the thought of going back to work is pain especially when you have spent the holiday at home. Oh! Let me correct, the Wedding home!

Till this time, I heard people commenting a lot on Indian traditional marriage. It's time consuming, noisy, lot of ritual preparations, tiring discussions, frequent gatherings, etc. etc. What is eye-catching is the obvious and happy hearts around. No logic is to be applied here as before the new-bees know each other, the house starts celebrating.

Actually I can see all of them living in the state of unknown positive vibes. Signs of songs coming naturally on their lips, the never ending hospitality between each other, fun and pranks with new couple, gifting and eating long hours, leaving the new bees alone for a while, no opportunity lost in proving one's maturity, fake tension, no sleep and talks all night. Feel romance and togetherness was never so natural except when they show two new hearts joining together. How beautiful are those human who feel happy seeing two hearts start falling in love, starts the path of life together. Its not new or something that can be called invention or need a grand celebration and yet all unconscious, hungry for the party, feel amazing to be on the earth again that they can see love in the air.

When it comes to India celebration, its always grand, magnificent, long and tiring. If arrange marriages is all about coming near for the two families then yes there could not be anything better than that. In the media, India is known as unsystematic, unorganized and idealistic country where there are no processes or steps that you can list down on your notepad to complete a task. Than arrange marriages could be an example (perhaps the sole) of how well systems or processes run in India. Go in the wedding home and ask any lady, she will give you number of lists. List of poojas, list of guests, list of arrangements, list of shoppings, list of food and number of that. The list will come out from a number of approvals more than a budget acceptance. Men of the house have no objection in spending these days. No matter they are CHINGUS through out their life. The reputation matters! There are all possible ritual meanings behind each little preparation and you will wonder even worshiping and meanings goes together. Children of the house are the most common link from where the new bees start synchronizing (sorry for the technical word i.e. connecting). What a time to take lucrative bribe for the children!

Excitement continues...!

The story teller

Dreams never end. The path unknown is the path chosen.

I remember the days when my grand dad, grand grand mom or mom used to tell we children stories. The Sindbad ka safar, Adukiyo Dadukiyo, Alibaba chalish chor, Alladin, Miya Fuski, Tenali Raman, Sothi Pothi and a list of short stories. We 7 brothers, who hardly get time to seat together, never blinked eyes when story started. Just like a child curiosity, visulization used to start in our child mind, a little what they said and a little what we wanted to see it.

These stories covered all the colors of life in one way or other. Money, success, thrill, excitements, love, princess, foreign, fun and what not! Each one of us had chosen our own color. The color which we still carry somewhere back in mind just to remind that child alive that character is no other than you.

It is so important to carry a story in our life. Story that has started the hunger. Story which leaves a character you feel just made for you. Just like you. Sooner or later you forget the story told to you and realize you are in the story itself. The characters are so familiar, the bad man is even more uglier, the princess is ten times beautiful. The village men carry lot of respect for you. The dilemma starts then. The mind starts then. From where should you start now? No grand father, grand grand mother or mom is there to run or flip the story. You are there on the lonely ice land which you used to like in the story but today searching for the spot light and a hand to drag you in the boat back.

The secret of the story (life) is there is no Story Teller.

Sindbad is running his boats till the shore alone. Alibaba is opening the door for himself. Alladin has got the gin but then was he less free from panic? See Miya Fuski, he is still taking the life as fun. He knows he has eyes to see life fun.

Be what your character tells you to do. Fight for your princess. You may not have gin to help but you got that will inherited. Story that you thought thrilling and exciting initially, will become a memorable, if you still think it is. If you still walk on your intuitions, the arrows where life drags you, who knows? You may tell it to your child in the days to come.

BE A STORY TELLER.

I am human

Being knowledgeable is pain, heavy and inartistic.

When logic surrounds, how come love begin? When love vanish, how come art begin?

Since last few days, I have been working and just feel like mind has stopped working. No thought's land. Why is it stopped? Where the words has gone? Why am I not writing?

Mind loves wondering. Non-reasoning. Freedom. It hates 10 to 6 office hour. A good look attending and leaving with heavy eyes.

It loves theaters late night, pop-corn bags with full glass chilled Pepsi.

Mind is filmy. Likes to be Hrithik Roshan in Jodha Akbar, Shahrukh Khan in Don, Amitabh in Deewar, Salman in Dabbang. It dances with TUM SE HI...It's lost when hear TUMSE NAJANE KYUAN...It feels divine when listen AAOGE JAB TUM OO SAJANA...It's not alone in TU NA JANE AASPAS HAI KHUDA...!

Cannt stop thinking. I am human.