Deserted Forest

Music

Weren't you alone? Burning at the thought in time

Did you not see what remained? Bowing away pain into dust

The lights still not flickering

A pair of ankles, burning.Incense, burning.Innocence burning

Infernal this pain , did you not see it coming?

Sitting here watching over  the faint spell in the sky

And then, in a thought that looks like bokeh, and feels like a final hit,

everything makes sense as I tug at the wire,

as each descending peak on the machine makes you a little less alive 

This morning; 20th March 2012

For romance and death
Its something when your smile light up the skies
For her no blue Iris,no morning star, no cry
Into thanks, and a silence in which
Another voice may speak

For romance and death
When a dance of light in front of my eyes
The swirling patterns of light in hers, the infinite extension,
Into thanks, and a silence in which
Another voice may speak

For romance and death
This love, just mine, the endless endlessness,
Just hers, the absolute motionlessness, beyond change,
Into thanks, and a silence in which
Another voice may speak

For romance and death
Our cycle of existence, reality, isn't this,both of us
A contest but the doorway; I wet my eyes, a little prayer and lonesome goodbyes Into thanks, and a silence in which
Another voice may speak

(Depicting this Irony that life is! For the perfect morning wasn't perfect anymore. Today I really miss you Daadi/Mataji, Smt. Susheela Devi!#RIP)

MBA Fresher

Are you an MBA Fresher?? Masters of Business Administration in Hr, Marketing, Finance, Biotech,Operations, etc. You are..or you must have been at one point of time... so read this...
Two years of presentations,tests,activities where adrenaline and concentration dwindled by the passing semesters.I do not know what all management guru's said or do not remember how to balance a balance sheet(well i never knew how to)!!The only thing you want now " A JOB"or "THE JOB"!
Remember 1st semester; first bench, high concentration levels, studying for internals, interesting discussions, accounts, marketing, exams!
2nd semester;avoiding the first few benches, sleeping during presentations(courtesy: LCD screens and switched off lights),damning the teachers, finance, market research,internships,fest, exams!
3rd sem; yeah,the same old stuff, a new classroom, canteen, football field, damning the course , interantional marketing,exams!
4th sem; ahh!last bench definitely, u know how to bunk classes and get away with low attendance by now.
They did promise you a Job, didn't they? They might even offer you one at the end of year! But we are at the end of an era today, its not just the year always that is slipping away!Don't grab this job that gives you a lot of money. Seize the moment, when you are young! Explicitly now is the time to find your bait! Don't chase the Job! Find what you would like and dream on! (Written on 13-02-2010; "And I never followed this, Hope you do!")

A LEAVING TRAIN.....

This scene, this one in particular was peculiar. One of the few times I thought I wanted to pen it down. 9:18, platform 3, New Delhi railway station. A sudden thrust, I was too sleepy to feel it, the heat brought the laziness. On my left, the window of the train, through the bars I see a guy wearing this bright yellow turban running to catch up with the moving train. Behind him his relative or acquaintance, a man forties plus, was giving him travelling tips. Through the right window, I saw people and people and more people who flooded the platform, fruit stalls and magazine counters.

Suddenly I see this really old couple, probably in their late 60’s, dressed beautifully, sitting on the bench , arm in arm. They looked so cute & respectful together .And then the right side caught my attention like forever. Then I saw this family of three, sitting on the platform, sweating and the small kid with them who was crying. I guess the heat could make anyone wail and cry in pain. Then I see a coolie running with a half broken huge wooden trolley full of luggage across the families face. After that I saw these typical Rajisthani women, dressed in bright crimson red lehangas or sarees with their heads covered with the pallu. Oh the moving train made it look like they were on fire. Then these two men sitting on a rolled up green mattress or a bed roller (probably), trying to save their black pants from dust and dirt of the station

This was all so peculiar as at the same time all these people sat on the same platform no 3 and were so uniquely different. They sat with different intentions and motives at the same place and I sat here at(or around) the same platform at the same time, looking at them and getting inspired .It was a sight , as I left Delhi without saying a word to them or wishing them luck or telling them they exist here, for reasons unknown my heart definitely said good bye.