Priceless investment...

A shrinking globe in the name of globalization. Yet, a vast world in terms of geographical divisions. Ideas fly around in no time and options are available in record time than ever before. Investments. Name it and you have so many options. Investments, often seen as monetary benefits through the eyes of the vulture category humans, have other viewpoints as well. Is investment only for money? Can investment be for anything else?

The eternal playlist...

In the span of a typical modern day human, there is a journey of a playlist that keeps varying day by day, yet, there is a hidden playlist in such modern day human, created unknown to the outside world that always remains in spite of all the temporary tunes that occupy and vacate the mind constantly, which will become the eternal playlist for that particular life form. Playlist and play list. Songs and people.

Something in nothing...

Something is better than nothing. Well, does everyone have access to every 'something'? What if you don't have something, yet, you find so much from nothing and make it your everything? What if you are deprived of something but derive the same from nothing? 'Nothing' can be a degree lower to something. That's obvious. But, who said 'nothing' has nothing in it? Or, do we term something as nothing by mistake? What if it that 'nothing' has something still left in it which you are unable to see?

Let the ego play...

"Come to play this evening at 4. ok? Reply Now...", is a text familiar to those who have been playing with me during weekends for the past decade and sometimes nowadays too. Of how these words have sustained time but people changing over the same time is what has surprised me today. Of how ego comes into play even in trivial issues and how it spoils the efforts and interests of others who would have been better of without them. So, is it people who have changed or their mental states that have actually changed?

From the biker's diary...

"Are we ready to go guys?", he screamed with all the energy pumping out by throwing his fist in the air, as the trip was about to begin anytime from now. "Yo! Let's roll. It's getting late, mate!", called another voice from the line up of the rides. He hopped on to his ride and everyone flicked the throttle, instantly vrooming out of sight from the rendezvous point for the trip. They rode, they rode in formations, switched riders, rides, positions and enjoyed the mills sweating it out as they progressed towards their destination.

The real warrior...

Of late, more time's being spent at the altar, scribbling out posts every night. Is this the golden time to vent out everything happening in the mind? It is just happening like an year ago, when there were numerous posts published towards the fag end of the year. What is with this sudden rush of words? What is it this time in this post? Frankly, i have only a faint idea of what i want to scribble. It is not pre-planned writing, it is likely to begin and end as a weird write-up after watching a movie. Well, is it? Or, is it the other way?

Let's take wings...

Hectic days, stressful routines, bugging people, buzzing phones, endless events and what not have taken up so much space in our daily lives. For a change, let us leave them all behind. Let us begin a journey from no specific starting point and no certain end point. Thus, uniting, reliving, relieving, reminiscing and relaxing in a world known only to our imagination. A world that is independent and unique to each one of us, a world purely based on our creativity and desires. It is time to enter. Now!

Stop singing, start seeing...

Aren't we into blowing the trumpet for someone else than ourselves? Aren't we getting into sharing things about other great people instead of attempting at becoming one among them? Are we doing this due to lack of avenues to explore or discover? Or, are we lazy to move out and find out newer areas? If this scenario continues, what will the upcoming generation have to talk about us? Is it going to be the end of discoveries and be the age of old wines?

Time for love...

In this busy world, amidst bygone, prevailing and yet to come chaos, aren't we losing out on the most important & common purpose of life? Shouldn't we take or give time for the same and revive the moments that were once or are still or will be shaping us as a better person? By the time you start thinking about what this post is all about, the title would have come to your mind and solved your query. But, after 'What' comes 'How' & 'When'.

In search of 'Nilam'...

The excitement began as the news channels and my favourite weather tracking forum began to start talking of a landfall near Chennai. We were all anticipating heavy rains but that never happened. After missing out on Cyclone 'Thane' last year due to health reasons, i was reminiscing how thrilling was the first storm chase i had taken up couple of years ago running after the 'Jal' cyclone. Now, i knew i had a chance to get back to storm-chasing with cyclone 'Nilam' making a landfall near chennai. Thus, the action began.

Anger...

In a world where emotions are either side-lined or completely ignored due to the fast-paced lifestyle, there is one emotion that is seldom taken care of. That emotion that is seeming to become a grave cause of concern for creating many irreversible consequences in a person's life is nowadays a 'quality' or a 'characteristic' that one should possess to align themselves with the new world. When every other emotion or when every other emotionally attached person sees his exit from the next-gen category, this emotion is expected to remain untouched or even over-hyped to reach levels that sever relationships and so on.

A playlist full of memories...

He plugged his ears with the earphones he had brought for the trip and tapped the 'play' button in his jukebox and gently closed his eyes as the music began to play. Unlike several other trips he had made, this trip was not planned. The power shut down for an entire day provoked him to take up this trip that day. There was so much relief after leaving home and thinking about the trip which would take him through the east coast. This jukebox, he knew would come handy when there was so much time to cruise along the coastline but the reason he took it along was entirely different.

A Duet...

This is a duet composed with one of my valuable fellow blogger Alka Narula. Thank you so much Alka for having chosen my words to be inter-twined with yours to create this duet. To all those who come across this post, i request you to share your valuable feedback, suggestions and critical analysis for the same. :-)

The Dream Voyage afloat...

I want to voluntarily lay flat on the open sea, hands and legs stretched and relaxed and prepare to set afloat on this dream voyage for miles, days and months together until i feel like waking up and walking on land again. I want to drench myself completely in the water, let the water make my hair dance according to its tunes, let the water splash on my body, keep me wet and afloat all the time and continue this voyage until "the moment" arrives. I want to close my eyes and remain still and let my mind, body and soul drift slowly and steadily with the current into the never-ending oceans spanning this planet. I want my thoughts to dissolve in the open sea and gradually feel them get lost in the vast ocean. I don't want to be preyed and neither do i want to be the predator. I want to forget hunger.

From the moon-lit terrace…

Here I am, in the terrace, atop the water tank- star gazing as the gentle breeze blows from the nearby forest into the busy concrete jungle. The moon is so shy today, hiding beneath the few clouds that keep moving from nowhere to yet another nowhere. The stars are twinkling as if they are winking and making fun of me looking at them. There is so much of noise down here around me. But, as I look upward, all I can see is darkness but there seems to be so much peace and calm up there. Scientifically, I know I am wrong keeping in mind the storms, meteors, asteroids and every other scary name they give for these objects flying around in space.

Of pain and passion...

The one who is in pain understands passion. The one who is passionate undergoes pain. Pain and passion are often found mutually existing. Pain helps attain passionate moments and being passionate is when you are ready to undergo pain. Passionate about love? Feel and reel under pain till you attain your loved one and that passionate moment will be worth the pain. Does it pain working for something? It is the passion that is making you live the pain. The result will be worth the pain when you reach that passionate moment. Dreams! What are they actually? They are not to be mistaken with passion. If it pains, there's something passionate. If it seems passionate, it cannot be attained without pain. If it is neither of them, it is just a dream. Forget it...

For my juju...

She is so cute. She is so playful. She is so mature. She is so childish. She speaks countless words through her eyes and actions. She lacks a sense. She is a child at heart. She is so possessive. She completes my day. She is worth so many such praises and attributes. But, let me stop with just praising her and continue with the actual essence of this post.

Tears...

As far as i can strain my memory and remember, i have been crying. They say, pain, on accumulating to unbearable levels makes anyone and everyone cry. To be gender specific on this, Women tend to break down much earlier than men do. And, it is said and believed that for a man to cry, it takes really such excruciating pain. Shedding tears helps us lose something and levels the hormonal imbalance to make a person feel better. That is the physical aspect. This physical change does not stop with this. It in turn creates a mental change that we term as relief from stress. But, what is this that is happening with me?

Dear god...

If that is what they seek or prefer, let it happen by the majority's wish. Cull this bird as it keeps rising from the ashes. Cull this greed that keeps raising the expectations with every rise. The magic in you can put me to peace. The magic in you can let me face these. The magic in you can make anything and everything. But, why the delay? Though i kept someone informed about the events, i ended up facing the slamming of doors at my face. And, i can see the doors every time but the bolts are too strong to knock off. What does their silence mean? Are they even aware of what's happening outside? How long can they remain shut behind the doors? Is it just a door or is it the archway to their tombstone? Dear god, i know and i have felt your presence. I can feel it whenever i need it. Thank you for bestowing upon me such a wonderful gift.

NEVER the "beginning of the ending..."

There is nothing else i seek; except for the way to reach out to your peak...

There is only one thing i try to reach- The only way to make the breach...

I know it is far from mere predictions to make me nice, You should know that you are the everything for me to rise...

Verses keep flowing like an endless stream, sometimes creating and sometimes deepening the crevasses en route- each reminding of those painful nights for this sinned creature...

Sometimes it remains a mystery, sometimes it reminds history, any someone can say it is just a story, but how did it happen to you to be so?...

Words, i begin to doubt have been etched erroneous elsewhere, "The beginning of the ending" is not what it is, rather it is the "ending for the beginning"- which will pave way for the shallow stream to penetrate deeper strengthening currents beneath...

Deeds, i assure shall be as promised, needs i wish were little less in greed; Treads i wish were equipped with long threads- upon every attempt would at least take me back to those neat roads...

Spoilt is my name for no real reason according to godly senses; Facts would be nailed soon if not on the moon- for you and only you...

For, this is not the beginning of the ending, it is the ending for the beginning- forever...

Miss you my love...

................I close my eyes, it is the pain of distancing love; I open my eyes, it is the pain of over-strained eyes looking out for you...

I take a deep breath, it is the pain shooting in my head; I slow down my respiration, it is the pain in my heart...

The pounding that occurs inside is what i fear; the beat after that is what i hope to hear...

I stand too long to tire my legs unwilling to give away to be swept by the currents;  If i am to drown, why make me stand?...

I hum a verse true to our hearts, too weak that mine gasps a bit; too brittle, it scares to give away soon...

Scribblings under the night sky...

I don't have a particular issue to write about. Maybe this post is all about myself. Maybe i am temporarily lost for words. In fact, i never had a great command over this language to feel lost now. Right now, i stare at the screen following the cursor as it leads the pack of words that will be etched here as a memory from this night. I realise that i can never make these words catch up with the cursor. And, eventually, when this collection of words become a memory in my page, the cursor would find no place here. Does this have something to tell? Is it like whatever i chase finally would evade me and is it just the efforts and its memories i have to live with? Then, what is the purpose of this life? As i can clearly see, when everything is so evasive, even the last breath would be in the same league. With this conceptual clarity, it makes me feel imprisoned. If i had been imprisoned within four physical walls, i would have been able to confine my thoughts and life to the walls and tried adapting and adopt an approach that would serve the purpose of existence within the walls.