As green as can be

RMZ Mall at OMR

Play of lights

Some snaps from the Lounge bar in Onyx, the ambience was superb....

Sunrise in Pondi

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Dunno why but I loved this snap of mine, perhaps it has something to do with the fact that I am concentrating hard on some setting on my camera.

Has been some time

Has been a long time since I posted anything in my blog. Have been busy like crazy and life is taking me places I never imagined in my dreams. But like fairy tales,a part of me does believe in happy endings.
It might be dark
But am sure there is light round the corner
It might be melencholy
But am sure there is tinkle of laughter somewhere
It might be lonely
But am sure I will find contentment
All in all I am just living each day as it comes and am thankful for all the busy days I get

Monkey Hives

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Got my lighter working again

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The spread and Big Boss

The calls never end

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Elemental Munnar - III

Elemental Munnar - II

Manicured Hills, suspended clouds
calm meadows and streams all around

Elemental Munnar

Munnar is simply the most beautiful hill station I have seen down south.

The greens are so much more greener and the clouds soak one up

Munnar is elemental when it rains

Drowned

can hear the rush of water
the change in tempo of sound
as I go down and pop up
they say sound travels faster in water
it sounds very different though
I am drowning I know for sure

I drink some water
my sinuses hurt
have a stinging pain in my head
and am getting choked
the rush to stay afloat
kicking my legs furiously
I am drowning for sure

the water is above my head now
I can see the blue of the sky
I don't hear the screams any more
I seem to be fading away
I don't mind it at all
I have drowned for sure I know

Clean Slate

I remember wanting to bury my differences a lot of times, as a kid. I would fight with someone I really liked and would want to wipe out all ill will and just be the way we were before. One of the lessons of growing up is that there is no such thing as clean slate.
One cannot make a new beginning, past will never let you free. It will always come to haunt you.

Only way out is recluse, to be a hermit. To embrace solitude and feel complete about it.

God have Mercy

Came across this couplet, and so loved it that I had to quote it.....

To farishte poochhenge mehshar mein paakbaazon se
Gunah kyoon na kare, kya khuda rahim na tha?

Trust me, the angels will ask the pious on judgement day -
"Why didn’t you sin? Didn’t you trust in God’s mercy?"

I think I am addicted to Ultracet, the painkiller I have been on for past 6 months, I get withdrawal symptoms if I don't have 2 tablets a day. But anyway I cannot live without it, because the pain is simply unbearable most of the times.

Slivers of despair

slivers of despair
scattered till horizon
isles of hope
invisible they are though
coarse sand of times
slowing the stride
wearing down life

Sooner or later

Will I always debate the futility of it all
or will the realization dawn on me somehow
I cannot contemplate for ever
something that is of no consequence what so ever
I need to shut off the lights
and go on towards the dark
shut off the brain and embrace oblivion
shun the life and make love to death
sooner or later, sooner why not

Good bye

Terse is not the name
for the note I got
distant, frail, tired is more like it
weeding out the past
to make a new beginning perhaps
a good bye I deserve though
or so I seem to believe

4th of July

Has been seven years since I started working, seven years since I moved out of college, seven years in which I saw life in its raw form, seven years that finally made me grow up and be myself.

perched precariously at crossroads
mind has decided the outcome of this one
heart is with mind on this one
have to take a step at a time
and fall towards the elixir called life
am excited and am nervous
am scared too, but am not afraid
pangs of mortals touch me now and then
I feel like a monolith, caught up in a storm
little do I care for the gusty winds
I know they will pass

conversation

i dunno am sort of depressed today

need for a simulating conversation is what I feel

or perhaps a quiet company

transitions are always tricky

they have their way of eating into you

nothing is decided, dunno where one is headed

but then the irony is that life it self is transitional in nature

sometimes I think I obsess too much about life

about birth, death and the goriness of existence in between

why don't other people do it

I see people blissfully unaware of all this

living life, planning for eons, for generations to come

people caught up is stupid trivialities of small issues

like what did the neighbor say, how did the relatives behave

trying to read between lines for each and everything

trying very hard to find meaning in a meaningless world

and they don't even know that they exist

they take that for granted

there is no effort to experience life

and then there are some, who are absolutely driven to succeed

what do they gain

I fail to understand this breed

running after money, though money is awesome to have

but still running madly in a race to make money

studying hard for exams

aiming for jobs

the more I try not to be part of this rat race

the more I get sucked in

I am learning to accept it, and not get upset over the fact that I seem to be losing out on some cheese, as I refuse to run like a hamster in a cage

sometimes I get upset and as soon as I realize what I am getting upset over I forgive myself :-) and move on

what a shit hole

how can anyone be happy

I wish I was like them, sometimes

but most of the times I wish they were all like me :-D

Slog Slog Slog...
and you know what, I am loving it...... :-)

pleasurably sinful

The poison of thoughts drinks me again
the wrath of individuality eats me up
smiles my heart though at all this
for I know am alive for sure
feel bliss each moment as it passes
relish each fragrance of passing season
joyful is each escapade I undertake
pleasurably sinful is life of mine

farewell o kid, for you are grown up now
no longer the carefree one,
no fight and make up anymore
innocence and faith will kill you here
learn malice and a crude tongue
utopia is a dream, let it be one
disturbia is the norm, embrace it now
love doesn't last, human spirit is a myth
what loss do you feel
what gain did you see
lost souls meet at a transit point
chaos rules and engulfs all
nothing you do would stop the change

Hope

dark is the shadow that fell
dark is the alley in which the shot rang
deep is the abyss in which he fell
no echo to be heard of his scream
no reverberations from the hard fall
no body suits, no white chalk marks
his face seems of ivory in moonlight
his blood soaked body, ebony
dead as one could be in death
he still longs for the sight to behold
dead as one is in death
he still hopes for the pair of hands
to wash him up
the pair of eyes to cry over him
dead as one is in death
he longs to be mourned
his head pressed against the bosom
and the arms to lay him to rest

streak of silver

Another evening with hues of red
merging into blue, blue morphing into grey,
Grey turning black marred with tiny specks of silver
I sit and watch this metamorphosis
my eyes lusting for a streak of silver
a falling star
want to wish my fortune on it
they say these wishes come true
a speck of dust, rushing to meet a mass of dirt
burnt before it can reach its destiny
a bright end to a splendid rush

Wheels are in motion again

Wheels are in motion again
clank clank
the gypsy in me is packing up
unsettling the settled
starting afresh
no want for hope
no desire for sorrow
subdued is the word
put my books in a box
pack my clothes in another
pangs of anxiety
flashes of excitement
charting a new way
away from all I know as real
gloom over loss
inertness over gain
the wheels are in motion again
clank clank

What lies on the other end, I know not
unable to figure the allure, yet I walk on
live recklessly die young, shall I ?
or confirm I will, one day of my life ?

Searching for a mirage
People tell him it is long gone
They have not seen her for ages
He keeps looking though
Unable to cull his hope
Arrives at the cave of the goddess
Has to squeeze in with great pain
The goddess does smile on him
The one he desires is close
Frantically he searches
Finds her hiding her face
She is much younger than he expected
Very frail too
They become one into a spider
And weave a strong web
Symbiotically woven into each other
And he is at peace
He wakes up from dream
Reality stings him into submission
The web torn and tattered
Symbiotic parasites
Feeding off each other
Till nothing is left of them
Then they pass each other as strangers

Need to cry overwhelms me now,
Nothing around me seems right.
I am sleep walking through everything,
will I ever wake up
Nothing to guide me
nothing to hold me back
I am at high seas
and don't know which way is land
should I set sail
or should I drop the anchor
hey but my anchor is lost too
some old memories occupy my mind
the future as I had seen it long time back
that future is so far gone
I cannot even imagine to fit it in
I have a blank slate in front of me
and I am too scared to draw anymore

Jee le Ishq main

I have been going crazy over this song :-) U me aur Hum, Jee le. I just hope the movie is as good as the music :-)

Jinko jinko bhi, milna hai likha, Ishq milaayega
Door door se, dhoond dhoond ke, paas le aayega
kahin bhi jaa ke chupo, ishq wahin aayega
kitna bhi na na karo, utha ke le jaayega
mano ya na mano, ye sari hi duniya,
is hi ke dam pe chale, jee le jee le ishq main
marna hai to a mar bhi le ishq main