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
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Thursday, May 02, 2013
Are Working Women Good 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.
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...
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…
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…
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…























