My Pug Marks

Started with an uncertain trot And grew stronger each day Well fed and admired Loved and nurtured In the green fields of my heart With confidence & brightness Until it fell over the cliff My heart lay punctured And there was no Galloping...

As a ritual, I drop my wife to office every working day. As a ritual, we end up running 10-15 mins late. I am an owl type, hence mornings are usually slothfully slow for me. This irritates her. While she gets ready in 20 mins flat (5 minutes added, thankfully, because of the dressing table that we have now), I end up taking almost 50 mins. This also means she gets more time to sleep (aargh!). As we menace through the rough traffic & pot holed roads and reach her office, she says the same thing to me everyday. "Be good. Don't get angry!" I smile back and drive on to my office. I was wondering about this once. I was outraged for a bit - What does she mean? Am I a cruel heartless beast that she has to ask me to be good everyday? After calming down in an instant thinking she knows better, I gave it a deeper thought. In general, we forget to be good and get irritated with all the small and big things that happen to us or around us everyday. The roads are bad, the w...

as you walked by a few thoughts sprung in mind of my should i just hold your hand to induce in your mind a thought band or should i come in front of you from your eyes i get questions too but as it passed the thought last you had already walked past as you sit i feel like a misfit your presence pristine is all you need but i aught to be there on your aura i feed you look at me with smiling eyes my world becomes virtue without vice and then you call me for something i get pulled by the unknown string as you quietly sleep into another world my mind takes a leap a face of calm meadows and airy sunshine they begin to dimmer on the forehead those lines a quiet peaceful slumber shrouds the room even with the world outside going crazy towards doom you fit cosily into my chest the feeling of a saint in his himalayan rest

 image courtesy: moonlightblue.wordpress.com pain in neck pain in head killing eyes imploring to die anaerobic respiration acid in muscles all the creepy aches erupt simultaneously with no respite hazy sight nothing compares though to the aches of the heart inside

And as I drive on an empty dark road Radio playing slow beautiful songs My mind wanders away from menial To us and how it all happened Like an old wine Beautiful thought Growing older and better The way we met and things turned around Like a stuck record Beautiful music Playing the symphony  Melodies to my heart The way we met and things turned around Like a grandfather's clock Beautiful mechanism Cogwheels fitting perfectly Like our fingers intertwined The way we met and things turned around And as I halt and return to present Focusing back on the menial I save you in my mind For another time

Image Courtesy: Delhi! ‘garche hain mulq-e-dakhan mein in dinon qadr-e-sukhan kaun jaaye Zauq par dilli ki galiyaan chod kar’ - Mir Zauq These famous lines by Mir Zauq, a contemporary of Mirza Ghalib defines the quintessential nature of the city we call Delhi. Roughly translated to English, in these lines Mir Zauq is saying that although the seat of power and all the worldly comforts have shifted to the Deccan region of India but still, who can even think of leaving the by-lanes of Delhi? A true dilliwala can understand what it means. Delhi is the capital of India. Like every capital city should be – it has been painted in the colors of modernity and is a suitable representation of the growth that India has witnessed. However, unlike many cities, or cities which even weren’t cities then, Delhi has been painted in colors representing grandeur and layers and layers of them, one over the other. Delhi itself represents history. It has assimilated everyone. Mughals, Khiljis, an...

Image Courtesy: William P Coleman it was just a look for a fleeting moment then the eyes went down a feigning stunt more often they met more times a day and now accompanying them was a smiling warm face and then came the simple words hey, what is your name? name told and asked introductions made time started flowing moods started flying unknown feelings erupting mind started corrupting things unexplained happened and sitting today one just imagines how was it all spun when the heart itself is a shenanigan

They say nostalgia hits. This one does and hard. Roughly an year ago, fresh into SIBM , Pune - we were all gearing up to be special. Literally! Being a member of the Students' Council at SIBM is what I so looked forward to. I got to be a part of the rocking IT Team for Interim and Junior tenures. Needless to say, it was one of the best time I have ever had. With sine curved pattern of work and fun, it couldn't have been better...or may be it could have been. The Juniors have come, taking their shares of responsibilities and teams have been formed. Alas, I am not in council anymore and how I miss it! I can only imagine how it would have been to be on the other side of the interview table this time, how when finally the teams would have formed - the introductions and 'insider' sessions would have begun. The tales of legends who have passed through the same responsibilities. I sorely miss it. Wish I could make juniors do things which Abeer , Anu and Sheth made me do d...

A cake with a cherry People making merry Surrounded with love With blessings from heaven above Their child's first year on earth Should be celebrated without any dearth Happiness on faces Loving embraces Gardens manicured Tricks by magician Goof ups from the joker Small kids allured The desert winds blow Making their march slow Covered faces and blinding storms As little baby's wailing fails to form Father comes back to take a look From the child's mother In his embrace the  baby he took Open deserts and killing winds With all its fury nature brings Their child's first year on earth Was celebrated without any dearth