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…

Thursday, December 11, 2014

Letter to my lost friend

This is a letter to my lost friend with whom I have lost touch; I sincerely want you to come back as you are very important to me. If you are one of them reading, please send me an email or inbox me your number on FB. I will be waiting for you. I have not updated nor written anything interesting however I would like to write as soon as I get your response. If you are reading my blog secretly, please feel free to contact me soon as I have something interesting to tell. I am sure, you will.

Thursday, June 12, 2014

Love in My Studio Apartment

I have a small studio apartment in some corner of this earth, where I create dreams, I see them translating into realities. I speak less because my mind always does things beyond the imagination of a human being. Some people just do their regular jobs, they smile less, earn big money but never dwell in simplicity, they are unable to create those fairytales, they are mechanical, they are practical unlike me. My eyes always visualize the unseen, my ears always hear the unheard, my body always travels beyond the boundaries. I am no God, I am just normal creature who believes in miracles, who believes in hopes, who loves criticism, who loves the chaos, who is so much delectable, who never gets angry.
Lately, I have developed resistance to all the hard hitting stones. I am learning to live, I am learning to take responsibility, I am doing things I always desired. I have found Moksha in my living room, my heart is pumping more, my mind is peaceful, I am in my own kingdom.

The factory of love that I have started is running fine; all the lilies in my balcony are giving more fragrance like never before.  I am in love with someone, someone who is absolutely gorgeous, someone who knows what I am and what I can do. I am feeling like a master again, I started blogging again; I am no more a depressed soul. All my mood swings vanished, all my shyness just disappeared, I am absolutely sane now. Some known souls read my blog secretly, some praises my words, some discard them as junk, some take them home.

I feel like a superstar when someone appreciates while I never get disheartened if they feel I write crap. I follow no grammar, I follow no English rule, I just follow my heart, I just write what makes me feel good. Tonight, there was rain, inside and outside which made me scribble down my thoughts, my happiness, my love for that special soul. Thank you for everything.

Thursday, June 05, 2014

Factory of Love

Urban life is so fast that you don’t get time to listen to your soul; you get so much engrossed in your daily life that you forget about your existence. But the monotony is broken, when your heart meets a soul, someone who makes a fairytale out of your mundane life. Love becomes an inspiration and that inspiration gives you strength to fight against all odds, it gives you a meaning to survive, to look beyond the unknown.

Suddenly, yes suddenly the wind changes around you. Life is so full of unpredictability; you never know what is there for you, who come across your life, who makes room in your heart, who takes your breath away. The story starts, it stays there, it gives you happiness, you feel the fragrance of your lover in your absence. You smile from morning to noon, noon to night, night to morning thinking about the sweet poison, which is now running in your veins. There are no boundaries, no restrictions, no expectations, still you feel like sailing in the beautiful tide. The skyscrapers, the malls, the lonely parks, the metro, the roads start looking good with the advent of the soothing moonlight in your life.

Factory of love is not made of bricks, it’s made of feelings. Sometimes they are silent ones, sometimes they become violent. In this factory, there are no workers; there are sick people, mostly bitten by love bugs. The entry is purely restricted in this factory, only people with love bites (visible/invisible) are allowed to spend some time and produce some more love for the factory. People in the factory are constantly found kissing, fighting, hugging and chatting. Only soft drinks are served in this factory as lovers never get hungry. They are satiated with the feelings of being loved. They are mostly lost and create blunders at work, so they are given special corners in this factory. They have access to pop music, romantic movies, cakes and chocolates to work out their love creation appropriately.

You will see this factory near you, as soon you start feeling the elusive love. You will have access to everything, you need no degrees, no qualification for working here, you just need to have that slight ache of ecstasy in your heart and a slight smile in your face, which defines the state of your mind, which makes you the perfect lover in the factory of love…

Wednesday, May 28, 2014

The Killing Love, the Unconsciousness, the Cravings of an Urban Hitchhiker

I carry a killing smile, my body stinks like lavender, I crawl through the streets of unknown, I am the perfect example of invisibility. Though I live in this planet, my mind always revolves around the unknown world. I am not from this planet, I feel like an alien with semi-human features, I gulp down pain like an undiluted scotch, I fly in water balloons.

My world is surreal; I live quietly in my studio apartment. Think twice before you speak to me, I am ultra sensitive, I am full of obsession, narcissism is in my blood, I am a traitor, I am a solitary soul just searching for a meaning from life. I am a traveler, I am, I am, I am….It’s only me in my world. I am disconnected from the world, I am hibernating since last two year, I am hardly seen anywhere, I am invisible amid the busy crowd.
Love suddenly arrives, suddenly everything looks gorgeous, but I have to struggle, I have to crawl again, I feel lonely again, I become just nothing. I am greedy, I want money, I want a fancy car, I want a penthouse, I want to travel to foreign lands, I am just so engrossed in fairytales that I lose my dreams very often.

Too much introspection makes you a loser and too much perspiration makes you hot. You sweat out in the gym so that nobody could see your tears, you write dark lines because you have no one to hear your not so great story. Urban life is full of scarcity, you are all alone. You see happy faces, you see loners, you see fights, you see beauty, you look for yourself in the mirror. Sometimes you feel so ugly that you feel scared to look into it. Poison slowly goes down your vein; your Whatsapp statuses just show hatred for anything everything in this planet.

 You crave for someone who understands your madness, who expects nothing from you, you crave for success to sing lullaby, while you sleep like a dog in an AC room. You are slightly nonsensical to expect life to treat you like a prince because nobody is perfect, you can never be perfect. Perfection is just a myth created by the human population. You are here to stay for a long time, you will be surely making a difference, may be you are little different, that’s what makes you unique, imaginative and aloof. You are no loser; your kingdom is waiting for you. Cluelessness is the new cool, so stay clueless, stay awesome. May be this is the alternate lifestyle, which we all crave to decipher.

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Sunday, February 09, 2014

No More Postcards From Your Ex-Partner...

When someone leaves you, you shouldn’t feel depressed because there is a meaning to every end. One day you are all alone. You wake up and find no missed calls, no messages, no whatsapp pings, no letter, no postcards, nothing just nothing.  You shouldn’t feel depressed because every end is a new beginning. When the person who promised to live whole life together just becomes a stranger in few days, you shouldn’t feel sad rather you should wake up and feel the sun touching your face. Feel the new you and move ahead. Forget the past, live in the present.

I know it hurts, just admit the fact that your life is not perfect and the fact is no one’s life is perfect. Facebook timelines are full of happy moments. Don’t get carried away by your past, just be practical as your partner who left you doesn’t care for you anymore. Don’t just cry, wake up, write, work, make new relationships; don’t just keep staring at those photos in your cell phone and send hate messages to your erstwhile partner. He/she is no more in your life, you are again alone in your life, look around and you will see better people, you will see things that you missed while you were in a relationship. Be cool, be happy and don’t listen to sad songs, I know you will do this.

(Burn everything that your ex gave it to you, delete all photographs from your cell, block her in whatsapp, facebook, and erase her phone number from your cell, erase her mom and dad’s number too, block her friends too..)

Heartbreaks are a part of life, you will be dumped, destroyed and killed but the ability to rise again is what makes you a perfect person. You are no inferior to anybody. You have your powers, you have your skills, you are beautiful and most importantly, you are a human being with humane feelings. You felt bad when someone left you or you both got separated due to some unforeseen reason. Separation is no more painful, it’s a part of life.

(Go attend some rock concerts, have a grand dinner, travel, visit auto expo, listen to music, crop your hair, get a new look, start talking, start writing, watch movies, sleep more).

Now, you have a big world in front of you and you have freedom to explore life’s unlimited resources. You become so powerful that even the greatest shocks can’t shatter you. You are prepared to face challenges; you are ready for a new life without any expectations. Your dreams get bigger, you become more attractive and approachable, you no more live inside that clogged life. You feel new, you feel happy once again, you jump from a rotten world to a world of greenery and freshness. You leave the coldness of yesteryears to feel the warmth of present. You walk like a king, you smile like a baby. You are no more alone, you have the whole world waiting for you. You are the survivor, the poison couldn’t destroy you. You have nothing but happiness waiting for you. 

Thursday, August 22, 2013

Few Minutes before Death...

Suddenly your childhood re-visits 
You could see your father giving you cycling lessons,
You fall, you fall again, you finally ride alone
You see your sister joking, your brother playing
You see paper boats
You see your childhood crush
You go to boarding school,
You make friends, you run, you fight
Suddenly your roommates become your lifelong buddies.
You go to college, you make girlfriend
You guys have great time together,
You see your friends, your parents
You see your first paycheck; you see your concert tickets,
You see your blog,
You see her smiling…
Suddenly there’s a flash,
Bright lights, numbness and finally you are gone.
Those few minutes, those few seconds
just becomes a memory, a shadow, 
a story never told.