Rejection Phobia - A Typical Male Syndrome

Blind dates, long distance affairs, telephonic relations, pen friends, childhood crushes and a typical male behind them all! Everyone is unique, every man is different. Yet, the fear of rejection always lurks like an inevitable shadow around an urban man. So, let’s find out more about this typical male syndrome.

Ex Girlfriends, Ghosts and That Secret Potion of Desire

Sweet melodies of yesteryears often soothe his soul. Confused past, hazy memoirs and long drives in his father’s old gypsy illuminates his apartment. The shadows of his ex girlfriends keep haunting him. Those larger than life greeting cards, those soft toys, those bracelets, those watches, those letters are locked inside his closet. Time changes, feelings evolve, old friends reunites. The air never remains the same.

How to Tweet Like Jim Morrison

Microblogging! The new addition to the content hungry universe is making everyone bit crazy. Some people are investing hefty sum of money to gain followers, some folks tweeting extra sensible quotes, some individuals trying to be little humorous, the celebrities gaining millions of followers overnight and some people are still dazed. They retweet, copy paste some old quotations, sometimes news and views and most of the times they just keep gazing at the time line without having any words to write.

Bedroom Story - What Indian Women Want In Bed?

Indian women are flawless, intelligent and wild in bed. They know the art of taming a wild stallion, they knows the magic of weaving a satisfying tale. Everyone is unique and every girl has their priorities.

Winter Loneliness - Why Loneliness is Ecstatic?

The music of David Gilmour (On an Island) is creating a dreamlike ambience; the loner is busy writing his chronicle in his studio apartment, he is capturing the ecstasy of being lonely in an overcrowded city. He is mutely inhaling the drifting joy and the lingering silence, he is growing from within, he is catching the stars, and he is alive…

Sunday, May 12, 2013

The Revelation



Nobody is perfect in this world. 
You can be rich, extremely handsome, 
extremely gorgeous, 
you can be THE LOSER, 
still you will stay unique, 
and that uniqueness makes you THE Superman,
superwoman. 
Explore life till you get the best,
and always BEST people in this world 
are Imperfect/clueless/lost but stable...
A Sudden Revelation made me write this 
which I never wanted to write.

Sunday, May 05, 2013

Messy Hair – The Perfect Hair Fashion For The Stylish And The Restless Generation




Lennon and Bob Dylan's Messy Hair

I stay in a place where all the good looking people hangout. All artsy types from NIFT, the professional girls and guys from various corporate offices, the vagabond types from ad agencies, struggling movie makers and models are my neighbours. I stay in the same place where Sharukh Khan stayed when he was in Delhi; I stay in the same place where the Big B of Bollywood has his residence. Yes! You are right I stay near Green Park and Gulmohar Park. I stay in a place called Gautam Nagar, where most of people are either students or professionals. This place is affordable and quite happening.


Johnny Depp's Hair Fashion

The fashion here is purely urban. If you want to spot the latest trends, you have to hang around two places in Delhi. The first one is obviously the famous Hauz Khas Village and second one is Gulmohor Park. I often stumble upon girls studying in fashion institutes and working in fashion houses or advertising agencies. They are independent women and have a great fashion sense especially an astounding hair style sense.

Robert Pattinson Hairstyle
I think our generation is restless, fast and absurd. People born between 80’s and 90’s are the people whom I targeting in this post. If you go to pubs or discotheques  you will see boys with messy long and short hair. You will find wacky slogans everywhere. Our generation follows Jim Morisson and Che Guevara. Messy long hair is the kind of hairdo every guy wants to flaunt but due to the societal pressure, they have to keep their tresses short and fine. Gone are the days of well trimmed hair styles. It’s the new era where you are something if your hair is messy and you wear dirty shoes. We believe in flaunting our just out-of-sleep look with flamboyance, we wear track pants with boots. The perfect bohemian look which is something, which is THE trend, we are proud to be ineligible bachelors.

Jim Morrison's Hairdo
John Lennon, Bob Dylan and Jim Morrison are our gods hence our hair styles resembles our gods. Wearing a long messy hair gives us too much strength and adds great attitude to our personality. We are loners, we are thinkers, we are music lovers, we are the future movie makers, we are the intellectual property of our country hence the current generation has no time to brush their hair. They are just so unthinkably pre-occupied with things they care about like blogging, riding, photography, social activities, partying etc. Our soul knows no boundaries, our imagination run wild hence we keep unconventional tresses. 


Angelina Jolie Hairstyle
We are imperfectly perfect, we are spiritually numb, we are astonishingly fast. We love strumming the guitar, we love to share things we care about, we like to stay online, we like to mingle offline, we like jazz, we like metal, we like symphonies that touches our soul. We are the thinking generation with extremely high fashion sense. You don’t have to visit the streets of Milan or Paris to spot latest hair styles, you don’t have to wear Karl Garfield for accentuating your look, you just have to keep your hair little messy and wear that old boots and walk with style. You suddenly become the next fashion God in your city.


This post is exclusively written For TRESemmé India

Thursday, May 02, 2013

Are Working Women Good In Bed?




Indian Women in Bed


There’s a difference between girls in metro and girls in small towns and villages. Life in a metro is tough, full of running around things, chasing dreams and aspirations. Women in big cities want to do something, they want a name, they want recognition and most importantly they need love. Love is something very rare to find amid the busy schedule. Love takes a back seat because of the chaos around. The practicality around kills the fiction, you slowly forget the meaning of love. Women in big cities want a male companion, who can stand by her. The fact is they have so much to do in so little time. They can easily get irritated. They have to make presentations, take care of expenses, satisfy partner and get screwed in the traffic.

Everything looks vague and meaningless for them. They have money, independence but they are devoid of love. Working women are better than girls staying inside the house and gossiping around. Girls who work may flirt but that doesn’t mean they are bad, they have to talk with their colleagues in order to work.

Now, if you ask me – Are Working Women Good in Bed? I would say, they can be extremely wild in Bed. After working hard with brains, they actually need an outlet to vent out the pent up emotions in a beautiful way. They will make any men crazy because most of the working women read a lot. They constantly browse Internet; they know the tips and tricks to satisfy her partner, which a girl sitting at house may not know. Working women wants perfection hence they do every thing perfectly including making love.

India is a partially conservative country. Here boys can do anything but if a girl does something, they are tortured. Here freedom for girls is very limited. Women in India can’t flaunt their beauty with ease because of the people around. Working women knows the value of a relationship; they constantly talk with their partners because conversation is the key to a good relationship. They read books, watch movies and shop a lot. Girls in small towns may get enough love but the things working women are doing can’t be done by someone who is completely dependent in their family. But people hardly understand a woman in India. They want them to act like a perfect wife, perfect mother and perfect partner. Men should ask the women before take them for granted. Working women are good wives, good mothers and excellent girlfriends. They know the meaning of love because they so rarely experience that feeling amid the everyday life.

Working women are reliable partners because they know the value of every move. They understand, they care and they make you crazy with their unpredictable moves. Working women are lonely still they stay happy with the things they have around. They are the actually the women of substance. So, if you are looking for the perfect girl, you should always choose a girl who works.

These are only my opinion.

P.S: An idle mind is a devil’s garage. It’s always better to keep your mind and body busy. 

Saturday, April 27, 2013

I am no magician...



Magical Words

I am no magician
But I can turn you on
I am no magician
But I can make you fly
I am the everlasting dream
I am toxic, I am a secret
I am a mystery
You entered, you disappeared
You came in,
I am no magician
But I can give you fairytale
I can give you nightmare
I will get inside your veins
I will stay silent
I will create that long lost mayhem.
I love chaos, I love agony
I love pain, I want more of them
I grow bigger with each ache
I am the master of the world
I am your last wish
I epitomise narcissism
I am not scared of death
I am no magician
I am your dream,
I am the reincarnation
of the Pied piper of Hamelin.

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Your body is like dark red wine…




Poem about love

My body is your body, your body mine.
When both meet, there's that enormous quantum
that metaphysical detonation,
unknown yet super cunningly awesome.
Let the spell exude the forgotten shivering,
Let the darkness evolve from the dungeon to the end.
Let the moonbeams break the noise hidden somewhere in your retina.
Let the yell surround you;
Let it come out from the seldom visited alleys
Let the heart moan
Let stars fall
Let the blanket of desire
Confer you wings to silently die in oblivion.


Saturday, April 13, 2013

Those Poisonous Days…



Poem about love, fantasy and heartbreak

The knife in my hand is sharp
It wants to get inside my veins
The veins want your poison
The poison exudes that feeling of ecstasy.

The barren galaxy of my heart
Needs that long lost renewal
The mayhem inside 
Wants to break out…

The days of sunshine is back
But the warmth is missing
The dry air hits my cheeks
It destroys everything.

Sometimes there’s little pain
Sometimes the pain is overwhelming
I get inside the cocoon
Just to feel the hollowness.

Nothing seems fine
Except the eternal thoughts
Of storm and unwantedness
My face looks ugly
I feel the ugliness…

Out of everything
Good, bad and nothingness
There’s that meaninglessness
That makes me whine.

The sunshine looks fine
If only there’s something 
I could say -
That’s mine…