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…

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Wednesday, March 14, 2007

Game of Chess!!!

How often you can hear your inner thoughts prompting your muse? How often you introspect yourself and discover the soul within you? The so-called mundane life waits for a miracle which even seems like a distant dream .An existence completely burnt out in the spark of destiny. Milestones standing tall obstructing every little thing ….And an urge to seek the divine solace calling me,How can I embrace those things which is not meant for me, How can I leave my pen so easily is the unanswered question hovering in the sky of my life .My existence is sandwiched between the ugly world of materialism and the good world of humanities. A tug-of war going through my mind these days to win the lost battle! I want to go out and be loud and clear about my preferences, I want to fly in my aero plane of words to the land where my distant emotions will be recognized and rewarded…. I am tired from life acting so indifferently with me ,showing nothing but only failure ….Well may be these thoughts are not felt by only me but someone like me can easily go through this events .Its called depression in simple English but I believe they are short-lived and shouldn’t be carried away with this feelings anymore. There is always a silvering lining and the star shine of hope should always guide us to the way to happiness and tranquility .These moments should be treasured because they can really inspire you to write the most creative piece of your life. I love to be sad because whenever I feel these emotions in me, I am usually followed by moments of happiness…they are ephemeral in my life, as the pain cant drive my emotions to a dungeon. Challenges creates a feeling of deep introspection, makes me strong from within and ultimately the passion within me lights up to brighten the horizon….phew!!!Lots of poetic lines I guess. Well nowadays I am getting the right kind of vibes from outside and from within and my deep love for writing unexpectedly increasing in the speed of life, my ideas getting its outlet to burst out in the right kind of time and I am finding that literally bliss which I was craving from my childhood. My memoirs are shaping into reality and I hope my ambition to complete my novel will soon see the light of the so-called day. I am happy now; the pain gave me that strength which I never imagined to acquire. My loneliness often takes me to the world of my own where I talk with my soul which makes me laugh and even cry and suddenly I find myself completing a piece like this phew!!!However my planets are with me these days…I can sense a distant call from someone which can change my life, if not a crazy world is certainly waiting to see my rise.I don’t want to make this a diary entry rather I want to make it a mouthpiece for all those people who thinks like or I think like them…. This is a crazy world guys so in order to survive you need to voice out your blurred voice….otherwise the rebel inside you will kill you !!! I don’t want to be a sadist and jot my insane feelings against everyone, everything going against me rather try to take them as a challenge which I hardly want to do but is the only option left in order to beat the harshness of this cruel world now. The hope will be always high, expectations may be even higher !!!No mater if life unfolds its ugliness in front of us still we can move ahead to convert them into whatever we want…..Life has to go and so is me and you…anyway after the game is over the king and pawn goes into the same box…..

Monday, March 12, 2007

Harmless Addict!

It’s totally a dark afternoon with black clouds engulfing the sky; I can see the birds rushing to there nest in search of the pleasant shelter as the rain is about to outbreak. I am feeling the divine muse to scribble down my solitary thoughts. I felt something while I was staring at those black clouds with my cigarette in my hand. I can see the smoke flying away with so much ease. I can see a long thread of haze rising towards eternity. A psychedelic moment where I can see a boy trying to scribble down those small moments of happiness.

I am a full fledged romantic whose every thought ends somewhere with a small piece of a write-up, an avid reader who wants to see the unseen facets of life! His thoughts and those books help him to get the greatest satisfaction of so-called melancholic existence. Well that’s all about the writer in me.Oh! I am abstracted.

Well guys now it's time for the real action. This article is all about those nerds , those writers in disguise, and those lost souls who all are wandering like no-mad souls, those heartbroken lovers, those desperate people who all are seeking the greatest joy of life called love.Well, I can remember those books of my graduation days when I use go through them rather casually but now as I am growing and those words written there is just echoing and I am just flowing towards them with each passing day. Some questions really disturb me sometimes like, why I am not able to cope up with the real fact? Why the feeling of loneliness jumps over me whenever I try to be happy? Why everything doesn’t seem to go with my wish…Its seems they are quite monotonous questions trying to confuse you every now and then. But these feelings can be rare to those people who try to calculate everything with the help of facts.Facts!!!Oh I hate them though but I really admire people who believe the truth and nothing beyond that. They don’t have any complex undesired confusion in life. They are moving ahead without being obstructed. They even have the authority to scoff at us who tries to chase an unreachable dream. 

When I look at myself sometimes I can see a blurred shadow without a proper visibility. I often get lost in the maddening crowd where I can see better people in front of me always. Why I can’t be the best is something which I feel when I face the true reality. But a whisper always guides me and motivates my deep soul to walk on and on. But how far I will be able to go is the unanswered question. I can feel that the glow of my innocence is fading and a dark shroud of hatred is mounting. I am tired of the people calling me confused. These days I am too much into Pink Floyd, the music just makes me high and I again fall in the cave of introspection. I can hear every word clearly and my eyes get drowsy, my thoughts doped, my existence becomes like those bottles of perfume lying in my wardrobe whose fragrances are undeciphered.The feelings of death singers and poets lingers in my mind.. Oh! It's better to burn out than to fade away…well said Mr.Cobain…but I don’t want to fade away so easily and listen Mr. Jim Morrison wherever you are I have stopped following your quotes like “people fear death even more than pain. It’s strange that they fear death. Life hurts a lot more than death. At the point of death, the pain is over.Yeah; I guess it is a friend.” Eventually I love you Mr.Morisson and I have a reason for it…yeah we share our birthdays, 8th December.You are an American Poet and I am an Indian Idiot. You are famous and dead and I am infamous and alive, you are sleeping in your grave peacefully while I can’t even sleep peacefully in my bed. I guess I am carried away with your name so let me divert and walk in a different road in the hope to meet you after a while. Well guys I don’t want to bug you now…

Oh yeah if you are loving it than also I can't write more as my words can make me paralyzed if try to go down deep more and more. Let me sip those glasses of hemlock lying next to me as I want to hear the unheard song of loneliness and sing the song of glory and raise a toast for everyone like us who can’t stop writing!

Thank you

Wednesday, March 07, 2007

Sunk By Reality...Betrayed By Destiny

As I was lazing around in my bedroom doing nothing creative at all,sipping coffee and smoking lots of Marlboros and listening too much of Pink Floyd, I thought to scribble down something .Till now I am just thinking what to write, as bloggers are becoming too critical with each passing day. When I see the bulk of newspapers and magazines thrown onto my balcony, I just wonder is reality, so complicated?. The same things occurring day after day. Stocks were rising and falling, retail sector coming in a big way, new multiplexes, new mobile schemes, mergers and acquisitions phew!!!Really business news sucks out my whole blood and at last I try to pull off my hair and scream…give me a break!!! Well how much you can develop ,how much you will go ,how much competition you will face ?Lastly you seek for the divine happiness which is as hard as finding a safety pin lost in a marbled room. I still wonder the fast paced life is just going towards a robotic world where people will have everything expect a soul. I can see the world turning into a science museum where human beings like you and me will be showcased, labeled as “extinct creatures.” Well I can remember Darwin now…survival of the fittest!!! Darwin must have thought the same thing when he was distributing his theories. I am not here to criticize the growing pace of life but I am here to give you a glimpse of the world if mankind stops using their hearts and go with the flow.Well,we may be labeled as a loser if we try to run away from reality and seek solace in a virtual world ,but this belief is totally a misguiding light for those who want a real big space to exercise their creativity. When I was kid I use think why writers, poets ,musicians, painters keeps long beard, why they stay in an old apartment amidst cockroaches and lizards and those unclean unhygienic cobwebs sticking to their just –to-break walls? After so many years I got the answer as I want to do the same thing if given a chance. I want to be termed as a mad guy as sometimes I think so much that if somebody possesses the strength to look and hear whatever I speak in my mind, he would surely show me the way to any mental asylum. But as every insane fellow says that he is not mad I contradict them for a change. I want to flaunt my madness in the form of words. I want to reach to everyone who is tired of the harsh reality. Everyone who wants a break to break free and are really stressed out!!!Well I remember one guy telling me how he spends his evening as he is also from our tribe of escapists! Well he wears an overcoat and with his hat on, go for a walk and talks to himself and whenever he sees somebody crossing him he just sings a song in order to hide this madness. He is not the only loner talking to himself, Lost in thoughts, there are many such types of would be extinct creatures as mentioned above wondering without a focused aim or they are waiting for a miracles to visit them. You can even observe many heartbroken lovers walking and singing ‘sau dard hai’…well guys I can understand your pain as I went through every situation in my not so old life. But I believe everyone belongs to some community or other. A businessman will find this article useless and a total crap and broker cant even understand it but someone like you and me know what we basically think and seek for. Again a thought is running in my head to write something about those people who tries to suppress you down whenever they get a chance. Those people are energy vampires, they really tries to show us that we are nothing!!!What to do with those kind of people who possesses a complete materialistic heart. They hardly try to understand human feelings rather they try suck our blood with their unfathomable gaze. Well I should end today here by saying that “We will not be in the museum at least as we have also studied Darwin for sure” So guys like you and me still have hope to show these people, what they can’t see with their blurred vision!”
Thank you.

Bad World

20th March 2006
My first summer job
When I entered the so-called bad world
It’s a place for the swanky and the creators
A place where smoke never fades
Where there is no sunset
Where D-days just makes us fanatical
Welcome to the world of innovations
It’s my kind of place
Yes I m talking about the world of advertising!
Brands just attracts us
Witty talks reverberates all around
Just given a chance we can even make dead cockroach sell…
Chalo, ye ad agency hain jaha everything rocks
‘Cause we are different
We have lots of good habits
We smoke; we drink to hear the song of nightingale
We don’t sleep till we find an idea
We are brand conscious
And mostly we will be found in the pubs
We are happening because we believe
Life is endless and I mean it…
Guys don’t get shocked; Kamasutra is the name which sells
Not Ramayana, enjoy!

Sunday, March 04, 2007

My kind of Holi...

Splashed my heart with those unseen pain, red!
Smeared my soul with those shades of rainbow, vibgyor!
I played my holi with those flashes of loneliness!
I m all coloured now....
Wish you all a happy abstract holi!!!