Dont just get anymore closer

Don’t just get anymore closer

The beatings of heart will stop,

Don’t just get anymore closer,

My breath will come at a halt.

The more I look right at you,

The world appears to be new

Like the fresh young morning dew

And the setting evening hue.

My hard principals are long gone,

I have seriously started to doubt

My rudeness is just to hide

My inner feelings from coming out.

When I want to say yes, comes out a no,

What is happening to me I don’t know.

When I want to say no, comes out a yes,

My life is becoming a beautiful mess

You are dealing not with the common birds,

But with the eagle high.

Soaring up she may hold your hand,

Or leave it down there, and away she will fly

The road to heaven, further leads to hell, they say

I believe its heaven now, I am happy and gay

You have brought me a sunshine ray

The world turns colourful from gray.

I wish the world stands still here

With you around, now I have no fear.

Don’t let the wind, swipe away with gust,

Listen to my words and follow me with trust.

Don’t just get anymore closer

The beatings of heart will stop

Don’t just get anymore closer

Before u lose me, just stop

The serene beauty

As I walk, the amazingly strong breeze blows on my face, it frees my hair from my neck and flows. My eyes close partially and it gives a blissful feeling.

The mind wanders from the present. It goes far away. The songs play on the ipod and it feels like things have started coming in place. The world is a beautiful place. The people seem to be the most loving creatures. The bad seems to have disappeared.

There is a constant smile on my face. The pigs and donkeys seem cute, the kids seem adorable, I feel beautiful.

Both sides of the road, there are gulmohur trees, whose dark red flowers have decorated the road as if they welcome me to the heaven.

Its cold, and pleasant. Its soon going to rain.

There are wonderful Goosebumps on my hands and neck. I feel romantic. The weather is beautiful.

I sit down on a rock, feel the wind touching me, and go in a totally different world. I become the queen of my own world. I stand up, walk more, I take a round around myself, spread my hands to the sky, look up, and the small drops fall on my face.

More Goosebumps, my heart is overwhelmed. I feel more and more romantic. I feel excited. A very beautiful smile comes on my face. I blush.

I dance. I go round and round, my hair flying, my hands spread. The rain drops falling on my face.

I am wet, I feel cold. It is amazing.
I feel beautiful.

The man in her life

A woman needs a man in her life. Be it her father, brother or husband. She needs the presence of this man, who loves her like hell, and who will go any length of the world to protect her and keep her away from evil.

She needs the presence of this man to give her the assurance that if ever anything happens, she will be given a safe shelter to live in, food to keep her hunger away and will be on his foot with his all might if he sees those tears in her eyes.

She wants someone who will look into her eyes and tell her, “don’t worry, I’m here, everything will be alright”.

She needs this man.

She needs this man who will take over all the responsibilities when you are not in the best of health, will stand ahead and not allow you to pay a single penny.

“There is no calculation of money when it is you”, he says.

And let this woman be however self-contented, independent or successful. She needs this man.

She can fight the whole world when she knows she has him behind her. She can magically deal with every problem n the world with ease when he says “I’m here”.

She needs this someone, who, if the whole world goes against you, abandons you, will not let you roam on the streets alone but will always make sure you are safe.

She may not expect you to do this all the time, but the mere presence and the feeling, the financial, psychological and physical support is what she needs.

For all the men, my only message is, be this someone to your daughters, sisters, wives. They need you. They will be shattered if they don’t have this man in their lives.

Top of the Train

Local trains have always been my fascination. No matter how much crowded it is, no matter how stinky it is, I love it.

I love it because, without it, there was no way of transport across the city. Everybody doesn’t have a vehicle. And even if everybody did have a vehicle, no one would be able to move due to the roads being completely packed with cars and bikes.

I love these local trains even more because they are so rare. The dirt is often cleaned. The doors are always open so that you can leave your body freely outside holding the pole and experience the wonderful wind blowing on your face, irrespective of it, damaging your hair.

The most emotional aspect of the train is, when they go real fast when you’re already late. It feels patriotic. Feels that the trains actually care about you. J

I am a specific fan of fast trains very late night. They are almost empty and hanging from those trains let you see the entire colorful lighting of Mumbai in the dark, cold sky.

Sitting in a train is never boring. you can always stare at the people around you. Listen to their talks, conversations, and its always interesting! You can actually tell about their whole family, what people in their family do, their family problems etc by the time you are out of the train.

If a youngster is sitting next to you, u can tiptoe their sms’s and find things hilarious. Like that day, I was reading the sms’s of a girl sitting next to me and it said things like “shooonoo my shweetooo looveee u.. and will always be with u.. missing u sooo much” ROFL. Its really hilarious to read all that. Then the girl goes like “I know your lying. All this is just fake. I hate you. “ Hahah. And it goes on and on. The entertainment is never-ending. Sometimes, you wish to not get out of the train even when your station has arrived.

If you’re lucky, you can get to see ladies fighting in the ladies compartment. The type of slang they use, the way the talk, its absolutely funny! It will cheer you up in the worst of times! :-p

When the small boys come with the huge trays filled with earrings and clips and all such female accessories, its fascinating to see how ladies pay 10-20 rupees for rubbish stuff. You can actually see yourself talk in your mind “Who buys such stuff??” and the lady next to you has already bought it!

Once I was listening to two girls talking and one of them was like. “You know he was looking at me and I didn’t know what to say, I was blushing sooooooooooooo much” Lol.

Once, I overheard two girls bitching about their professors and it was amazingly funny. I have even participated in many random conversations and made random train friends. It’s cute.

If you happen to see the men fight, its more amazing, and rare too, but it can also turn out to be horrid. Nevertheless, it keeps the boredom away.

When I see lot of crowd, I always wonder what each one of them must be doing, where they must be going, what pressures do they have to bear to travel in such a miserable crowd, earn money, go home and cook food, take care of children. Life is surely tough for some people.

It is really fun when your standing in the crowd and some bitchy woman is continuously irritating and pushing everyone, and you share “such-a-bitch” smile with other women. :-p

Once, there was a miserable crowd in the train and as usual, I was on my iPod. Some woman started pushing me, telling me to shift. As there was no place, I paid no heed to her. Then she pushed me hard. I shut the iPod, looked at her, and started speaking in English with heavy American accent. She had no clue what to say. I pretended as if I knew no Indian language. She gave me a few slang in Marathi and walked away. :D it really works.

Its one of the most amazing feelings, when you get to hang out at the door, and your listening to songs on the iPod simultaneously. The wind comes on your face, the scene outside is continuously moving and you have beautiful songs. It feels bliss.

I always wanted to travel on the top of the local trains. It was one of the many things I want to do before I die. Well, so a day like any another, I went with my brother to Dadar. Coming back, I got a sudden surge of craziness and I was like. “Lets go on the top today”. Totally unplanned, we climbed up the train at Dadar station. UP, meaning on the roof!

As I climbed, I was totally unsure of where to sit, what to hold. And the train starts within seconds. The train started. I was hanging on the ladder, which goes up. It was amazing. I slowly climbed up the roof. I sat on the roof. It was then, my brother shouted, “NOT THERE! THERE IS A WIRE!”

I got scared, but I experienced the few minutes of joy at the top. The world seems beautiful. Mumbai seems amazing. You see the people boarding on the train from the top. You see the city, the rail, everything from up. The part of the crowd you were, till yesterday, is seen as a whole today from up. The wind is moving on you, giving you tingling feeling of excitement, joy, the fun of doing something wrong, the fear of getting caught, its AMAZING.

Also, at the top of the train, the train bogie moves left and right with an alarming velocity. It gives you a feeling that you will be thrown away at the sides if you don’t hold tight. Its not a feeling, you WILL be thrown if you don’t hold tight.

So I came down at the ladder again. As the Byculla station came, we got down. And I started walking like any other person of the road. I looked around for a second. Smiled at myself. And I actually jumped over there with joy and screamed!

It was amazing.

What is the use of living a dry life for 100 years? Instead, live a exciting life, risk every moment, smartly of course! That’s what I believe in!

P.S. – That does NOT mean anyone out there should read this and go on top of the train. It is extremely risky and life threatening. As good as attempting suicide. Please guide experienced before thinking of such a task.

P.S 2 – The fine for climbing up on the train if your caught is 500rs per person.

A reunion

It was a rare moment. Everybody was nervous. People had turned different. Everyone had grown up. Everyone looked grown up. We didn’t know how the other people might have changed. Life takes different turns with people, makes some better, some worse.

We didn’t know if the old time laughter will come back, or will people be scared to show their teeth in the sophisticated world? Will we joke like before or will it be formal? Will the friendship be as fresh as before or will the friendship be childhood memory? Will the trust and bond still be intact or had people made their opinions about us?

It was a time when we did not judge one another. It was a time when we purely held hands and walked every path. All the misdoings were forgiven. Extremely naughty things were done and also, necessary things were kept top secret. The unity against the teachers was mind-blowing. The good and h=the bad were talked about. The good was super-imposed. Unknowingly, extremely cute things were said, and laughed about. The usual boys and girls fights were often. The comparing results was a routine. The cute crushes, the innocent laughters, the playfull us.

We had grown up. Grown to be fat, formal and distant. Unsure about our own chaddi-buddy yaar’s.

There was an awkwardness spread around. We looked at each other. Asked about what people were doing. About their better halves. All we could recognize were the eyes. The eyes which showed memories. After some more moments of awkwardness, everybody sat down and there was a turn of events.

Everybody started to laugh, screech, screem, hit each other and crack joke’s. there were mischevious smiles which spoke of the teeny secrets we had kept. We broke away all the bonds, hands on shoulders, we sang songs and there were punches and winking of eyes.

Each one, looked at the other person, like we were old time friends. The boys looked at the girls as buddies and not as women. All they saw was the eyes which spoke the tale of so many years. No one was “checking out” the other sex but it was a pure friendship. More and more incidents were remembered and laughed upon. The teachers were remembered. The peons, the library, the ground, games..

There was a teary session. Soon everybody got sentimental. Few girls shed tears. Guys had a saddened look on the face. It was over. Never to come back. The memories were beautiful. But now, they were gone. Now we lived in a world, where such love was unheard of.

Everyone cherished the moments, with pure heart, bid goodbye to everyone.

As I walked away, I shed some more tears. Life is beautiful. We ruin it with our own hands.

Make good memories today, so that you can cherish them tomorrow.

p.s - this is pure imagination.

Balance

Everything in life comes with an expiry date. Don’t ever forget that. Life believes in balance. Where there is black, there is white. When there is sky, there is land, water and drought, birds and fishes, head and tail, shoot and root, making-breaking, love – hate, peace – war, men – women, nothing ever comes without a pair, nothing.

Our physics also follows the same rule. Where there is acceleration, there is retardation, where there is positive, there is negative, resistively - conductivity, and its never ending.

Similarly, where there is happiness, there is sadness. So only a fool can ask for everlasting happiness. When I have laughed like a flying bubble, free and heart-filling laughter, always remember, there won’t be long where I will have to shed equally intense tears. It is no fear, life comes with ups and downs and when you openly and courageously face and accept these challenges, it is then you have mastered the Art of living.

The sadness which come in future should not stop you from laughing freely now. Also, when you cry, u must remember that beautiful happiness is going to come at your end soon.

When you are in an immensely intense relationship, it is sure to have a living end. And a miserable one too.

Harsh, but true.

If u have a balanced relationship, with has strong bond of love, but delicately and mildly handled, with less intense shows of affection, strong understanding and trust without too much of speaking keeps the relationship more balanced.

Too much of showing off, too much of display, excessive unnatural involvement which stops economic growth, financial growth and stops social growth and create obsessions for partner. And obsession go opposite with breaking of the obsession, which exactly what happens.

Instead if you have balanced feelings which control you, your love, your life, career, etc, it is likely to last much longer.

A person who gets too excited and happy when something good happens is likely to get too depressed and sad when something very bad happens. Whereas, a person who has mild reactions to happiness, the sadness affects him less. Pain is lesser. Life is Balanced.

This is the reason why our forefathers believed in penance. Lord Krishna gave us the message of being “STHITAPRADNYA”.

Be neutral to both good and bad, winning and losing, life will be much easier. And you have attained internal peace and internal happiness. Which goes beyond bliss.

The ignored Pain

I drive you from all your past pain,

And loved you instead,

You showed me all my past,

And made me hate myself again.

I forget and forgive myself,

And live life happily,

While you bring back all sweet past,

And turn it into hate

You were my love, baby,

But you misunderstood me,

You thought I was your play toy,

And that, I could never see.

Never a thing in me did you love,

Just loved me for the care, that I showed you,

You hated my behavior, my looks, my walk, my hue,

You loved me because you had nobody new.

You called me a bitch,

And pointed fingers at my character now and again

The lost love, things and memories,

Can never again be regained.

Forgave you a thousand times,

Gave you lot of chances,

When the world went against you,

I fought them all for you.

They told me to be away,

And that u are harmful,

I told them all to get lost,

Because u were my love.

I loved you with my heart and soul,

I loved you with my mind,

All you gave me is slang and foul,

With not even one word kind.

The promises were true,

The pledges were true,

The support was true,

But the love was a lie.

Now we should cherish the good,

Than creating memories worse,

I rather live alone and friendless,

Than bearing all your curse.

Something that gives you pain,

Something that doesn’t let u live,

Something that kills u from inside,

Is called as a once love, now dead.

Love is when we trust,

When we share, when we care,

Love is the utmost happiness,

I have felt it, I swear!