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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Saturday, October 30, 2010

Alternative life of a Laidback Urban Man!

The cup was half empty, the cigarette was half burnt, and the music of Joe Satriani was playing in the background. The night was shivering. The wind outside was creating a beautiful storm.

The nothingness was missing from his life that night. Everything was bright in his galaxy. He greets his guest; he makes her comfortable, offers her a glass of French wine. She winks at him, makes him feel at ease. Someone sends them a bouquet of roses. They feel happy and continue their sweet little conversation. Everything was fine that night except the constantly ringing doorbell. What’s going on? Someone shouts!

He wakes up from his solid romantic dream. He smiles and keep shaking his head for a moment. It was cold winter morn; he was too lazy to step outside in the freezing cold. He decides to order some real coffee and snacks for his breakfast. He dials 23334 and within minutes his breakfast was delivered. He was happy with their service and wrote few lines praising them in their feedback section.

It was a hazy day; he could see the half empty road. He could inhale fresh air from his balcony. He was too lazy to wake up and decides to chat for a while with his college mates Howdy!

He was quite impressed by the recent pictures that were shared by his friends. The trip was really worthwhile. His friends kept poking him throughout the conversation. He goes offline and chats visually with his girlfriend. They seriously discuss their weekend plans. After a brief chat, he exits for a shower. Oh! It was cold.

It’s getting late for the puppet show. His friends were waiting in front of the newly built Echo theatre. Finally, he decides to take quick shower and rush towards the venue. He wears his favourite leather jacket and checks out his pending emails before moving out. Perfect! He scored the highest in music literature. He shares the news with his family and friends and steps outside the house like a king. He reaches Echo theatre in few minutes. He praises his guide for the help.

The puppet show begins; he was amazed to see the expressions. They were so emotive. He took their pictures and posted instantly in his album. He was happy to get so many unexpected remarks.

It’s time to meet his girlfriend. She was waiting near the Boulevard coffee shop. He quickly sends all his finished assignments to his boss and smilingly moves ahead for the meet up. She was looking wonderful; he was unable to abandon his gaze from her sweltering breasts.

The Lush Green Pub was perfect for that evening of delight. They spent their whole night doing Rock and Roll.

The cup was half empty, the cigarette was half burnt, and the music of Pink Floyd was playing in the background. It was a shivering morning. Everything happens for a reason. He kept gazing at his phone and smiles! It was really an amazing virtual tour…


This is my entry for 3G Life Blogger Contest (Indiblogger) sponsored by Tata Docomo


Thursday, October 28, 2010

Seductive Online Love!

How does it feel to make love with those flashing words in your chat window? Weird! What is it like to have someone near you always virtually? Do you often use your webcam to interact or are you genetically shy to show your symbolic appearance? Do you love to rant? Do you believe in online love? What about a blind date? What about some sleazy talks? What about the guy who constantly pings you online? Oh Gosh! Can’t we stop gazing at our computer screen; can’t we give ourselves a break from this crazy urban addiction? What are we mostly looking online - love, lust, knowledge, or a mixture of every fine thing?

Online love is no more a fiction. It’s getting real in countries like US, Canada. What about India? Yes. The anonymity is constantly decreasing. Is it a good sign or just a passing phase in the history when everything seems so very near? Are we living in an age of dreams? Are we just making fool of ourselves by creating unnecessary noise about the evolving technology?

Online love! It’s like making a beautiful world around you amid chaos and confusions. Online world is your resting ground, it’s your hammock of desire, you are king here, and you no more chase a mirage. You get almost everything and anything right here. You spent your day browsing, you sleep; you wake up with your laptop. Your half-closed eyes become inquisitive to check the inbox in the middle of the night or early in the morning. Your fingers hop around from one letter to other. Your typing speed is something to admire. You’ve achieved a heightened online state. You’ve no time to eat, you’ve no time for your relatives, you are literally married to your laptop, and you are committed to your online love.

You act like a moron when your internet connection gets disrupted. You curse the operators. You are never satisfied, you need more and more. You’ve checked your facebook profile once, twice, thrice, still not satisfied. Go ahead and open it once. Oh! That red pop ups at the top makes you happy, your heart throbs harder when you are poked. You are perfect; you are so active when it comes to this. Crazy! No.

You often keep looking for tweets mentioning your name; some retweets is a bonus. Is your Youtube channel doing fine? How many followers you have? Do you have a verified twitter account? Are you still confused about life? Are you still learning the art of making love? Are you a virgin? No. Good. I think your Gravatar need some modification. Why don’t you put your Rockstar picture up there?

The whims and fancies of an urban world are hardly understandable. It’s sometimes nice to be like that. No one is complaining. Why should I?

Monday, October 25, 2010

Life inside an Empty Cigarette Packet


Drama, poetry, lust, gluttony, sex, frustration, depression, restlessness and those smokes of desire swirls like venomous snakes. The night is dark, the urban haze is creating cacophony. The shadows of death linger on. Heart burns slowly, the brain getting seduced involuntarily. Hallucinations, forgetfulness becomes your only acquaintance. You keep walking through the misty valleys, unknown territories, and those strange boundaries.

You take a long drag, puff out your agony. You aren’t born lonely, you are molded my destiny. You may not be the saddest but your sadistic way makes you an escape. You crave for smiles and love but your mind never accepts the approaching brightness. You love to stay amid darkness. The smokes slowly fade down in your room but the smell lingers on.

You aren’t frightened by skeletons; you become an urban ghost. Your infatuation becomes your love. Your cough accompanies you everywhere, every time. You just need no reason to inhale dusk. You become active after a short fag, your heart quivers but your mind smiles. Your fingers stink, your body becomes cold, and you still love to arouse yourself with those finished sticks. The butt! You love to kiss it. You aren’t satisfied till you reach the end. Your wait for the next never diminishes. You can go on and on. Nothing soothes your soul more than those killing white air. 

You talk about pink moon; you never miss a chance to appreciate those inglorious thin long pieces of desire. You crave for them at night, you can’t work without them, you become helpless, you crawl like a dying insect, and you never give up. You hate to see those burned cigarette butts resting unattended and those used match sticks dirtying your preserved melancholy.

Suddenly, the wind changes direction. The haze becomes fire. There’s no life within an empty cigarette packet but we hardly try to peep inside…


One Night With A Stranger - Animation

This is my third animated blog post that tells a story. Please review my work and leave your comments.

Sunday, October 24, 2010

Live Chat – Story of a Live Chat Agent!

Hi, how may I help you?

There’s always a story behind those six words, there’s a human behind those written words that pops out in your screen whenever you visit any website for help and guidance. Technology is becoming instant. It’s creating millions of alternative jobs for people but what about those live chat agents sitting across the world helping people without any emotions. They are always so pleasant, they always smile, and they never get angry.

Are they real? Yes.

The story starts from here:

Who is she? No one knew anything about her. She is a different person everyday. She could chat with ten different people with ten different names. He never gets angry, she keeps sending random pop outs.

She mostly deals with perverts and depressed. She tries to make everyone happy by her repetitive prose. She encounters fake people; she tries to satisfy everyone, every time. If you curse her, she sends a smiley. If you ping her, she sends you an instant link that provides you all the answer.

She is beautiful, intelligent and funny at the same time. She becomes every man’s dream with her witty remarks. Her virtual existence is her strength. She has the ability to seduce everyone with her flawless words. The story of her life is different everyday but nobody cares to listen to her tale. Everyone is looking for help!

She is not there today. No live chat from Julie. She is completely different person in reality.

She isn’t a girl actually…



Friday, October 22, 2010

Crazy Urban Love – Animation

This is my second animated blog post. I am still learning the art of making my characters look alive. Feedback will be appreciated.

Finger Fixation – Why Some Girls Love Long Fingers?

Do you know many girls love to date a guy with long fingers? This may sound little weird but if you’ve long shaped fingers than you’ve definitely more chances. I know most you must be looking at your fingers now! Girls are born imaginative and they presume things better than boys. They know what exactly lies inside a man and how good is he behind closed doors.

Fingers do play a major role in building connection. It creates some kind of momentum in your body. A slight rub may cause mayhem. Most relationships start with holding hands hence the importance of fingers is indispensable.

Fingers help in sending a positive signal of approval. The excitement of holding your lover’s hand for the first time is just priceless. You just shiver at the very thought of touching your mate in a cold lonely night.

It’s extremely relaxing and soothing experience when the lover’s fingers run through your soft curls. You can just feel them by closing your eyes. The idea of a successful foreplay greatly depends upon the movement and shape of your fingers.

Every girl would love to get a good neck massage after work and household activities hence the significance of fingers couldn’t be ignored. Long fingers would definitely give more pleasure. Why magicians are so attractive? Why hypnotism is performed by fingers? There’s something really magical about them. Sometimes one touch could change your world. Finger fixation is the newest craze among those imaginary kinds. It’s not everyone’s cup of tea…

Do you have a magician's finger?

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Animated Love, Poetry & Blogging!

I am trying to feel love in this Animated World. Please enjoy my first animated post about blogging, poetry and those insanely incurable urban addictions!

Monday, October 18, 2010

Perfect Moan, Silence and the fall...

Half naked, half soaked, half-hearted loner gazing at the beautifully carved damsel swinging insatiably. The moonlight is softly peeping through his half covered room. There are sounds of glee everywhere around him. He is scanning every bit of that sweet melancholy. His eyes are fixed; his mouth is open and the sweat running throughout his body. He is having that perfect ride through the aisles of deadness, through that kingdom of soundless chaos. Pictures from his past, deeds from yesteryears flashes in his mind. He tries to shift his imaginations from one thing to another. The damsel is still hungry. She is tempting him to indulge and deliver…
There’s a fading noise of people murmuring. There’s a hint of comfort.

He tries to take a long flight to paradise. He waits for a while. The stopover seems to be frustrating but the thought of the paradise kept motivating him. The journey is long, the night is wonderfully young, and everything is just perfect for an emergency landing. His thoughts get clearer, there’s immense focus, there’s a unique sense of joy building in and around him. He is completely into that celestial journey. Everything’s getting better, the clouds are moving away, the raindrops are about to fall.

He mildly takes another break, he tries to feel the approaching breeze, his closed eyes could see that beautifully carved damsel swinging in his arms, caressing his neck with her drenched tongue. He feels her, tries to ride again through that aisle of bliss, the paradise seems nearer now, the soundless chaos is increasing, and it’s creating a beautiful storm. The dawn is near, the beauty is getting closer. Oh gosh! The doorbell rings - his divine journey never had a perfect ending…

Saturday, October 16, 2010

Picture-Perfect Butt – Let Your Butt Do the Talking!


Good looks are just passe – it’s time for great looking butts. If you’ve them, you can conquer anything in this world. Almost everyone is crazy for a toned appearance. You don’t have to fit into a bikini to become the most gorgeous person. You just have to have the ability to swing your bottom with panache. Butt is the greatest fixation. You may like it, you may hate it, but you can’t ignore the attractiveness of a voluptuous lower body.

Indian women are known for the mystery that lies within their curvaceous facade. They are so intriguing; sometimes they just seduce your senses from distance. They do all the talking by flaunting their well toned backside. They seriously know the art of exhibiting their body with grace.
Butt denotes vitality; it enhances the sensuality of a woman. It accentuates beauty at large. Woman having shaped backside are supposed to be better in bed. This is not a myth but a fact. The craze for achieving them would continue till humanity survives. Flaunting your butt cleavage is the newest trend among girls. It’s somewhat conscious effort, may be it’s a faux pas. It hardly matters; no one cares if you’ve a well formed bottom. I am not complaining. Are you?

Brazil rules the world when the competition comes to butt. Indian women are no less, they look just amazing in any outfit. Trousers are touted to be the best attire to showcase your rounded bottom. Well, it’s a butt crazy world.

Tall skinny girls may look glamorous in the ramp; it’s the voluptuous women who capture your attention. Some women like Kim Kardashian, Salma Hayek have preserved their bottom carefully. Butt spanking is touted to be the most delectable activity during foreplay. Having the picture-perfect butt is just priceless. There’s no one in this world who hates to gaze at a well-toned lower body. They somewhat make you alive, lively and fresh!

Thursday, October 14, 2010

Unconventional Relationships and Fatal Attraction!

Dark, gloomy, seductive and wonderful – there are various shades; there are different symphonies of life. Alas! Everything exists. There are modes to satiate. There are virtual pleasures as well as real joy around. Everyone is carrying a wallet of desire. There are less boundaries, more freedom now.

The world of perverts is frequented by sane people too. It’s almost normal to love anyone you admire. It’s almost sane to love someone who is much older to you. Love is a universal feeling that can strike anyone, anytime. But how far these relationships go is the burning question? There are instances of one night stands; there are examples of platonic love too.

Falling in love with a woman/man who is below or much above you status is seen mostly in metropolitan cities. People here are too busy to maintain their love affairs; hence they take up something more interesting without investing much time.

Love increases with distance, it dies too if the ends don’t meet. There are examples of successful long distance relationships. There are ugly stories too. However, living your whole life waiting for someone whom you never met is something unusual but you never know when these things become a part of your life. For them, talking over the phone for long hours is more satisfying than meeting each other physically.

Celebrity fixation is something very unreal but it does exist. There are people who associate themselves with a celebrity and thinks that he or she is in love. Love is blind my friend. There are bizarre cases of love; there are actually weird tales of lust. It’s very dark inside.

To be continued…

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Earthquake and Those Snakes from the Dungeon…

The earth is shaking ferociously, the teardrops dancing in cacophony, humanity is shouting for help but there’s no one – just no one around. The void is shamelessly intruding the boundaries. The piercing thunder is creating vivid imageries of darkness. The distant clouds are approaching nearer and nearer. The barren land is exuding nothing but melancholy.

The dew drops are missing, the greenery is slowly fading. Hearts ache, stones in the stomach, flabby facade. Where’s everyone? Where is the sailor? Where’s the watchman? Where is that beautiful joker?

Flash of light, fleeting shadows of lust, skinny zombies and some voluptuous desire. The cottage near the river in on fire, the wooden bridge between the lakes is collapsing in disharmony. The water rising, rising, rising beyond the man made skyscrapers.

Words aren’t enough to describe the growing hypocrisy and dying humanity. If you are sane, if you have an able brain, if you have a dysfunctional heart, you have everything. There’s no room for people who thinks from their heart. They are cursed. They are just invisible in the modern world. They have no one to kiss them, they are lonely, tired.

But who are they? I don’t know but they are the most unlucky lot. They know they’ve no future. They only have their past. They keep whining about life, they keep craving for love. The confused humankind is never going to get fulfillment.

The urban contradictions have so many hues. We are yet to decipher the meaning of life. We strictly hate to follow some rules that dissatisfy us. We are just running after things that look real – only real. There’s no place for fiction. We wait for dawn but we hardly realize the beauty of the night. We crave for success but we never understand the value of a lost battle…

There’s nothing like a beautiful song in a cold winter morn, there’s nothing like a warm hug after a fall, there’s nothing like a smile amid the ever increasing gloom. Life moves on, life just moves on my friend…

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Lonely Aisle

Empty highway,
Drunk people
Sinking memories
Shadows of melancholy
Makes me restless
Makes me fine!

I am moving ahead
Against the surly tide
The darkness within
The brightness outside
The perplexity all around
Is making my soul howl.

My neck is paining
My head crawling
My existence
Is fading into oblivion
Who the hell am I?
Still thinking…

Nightmares, ghost tales
And that silent corner
Where my soul resides
Unfriendly, ugly, blank
The curse still lingers on.

The hopelessness of time
The absurdity called life
Those reality bites
Those witty remarks
Are just fine…

If you are still pondering
What’s this poem all about?
It’s about the sky
That’s insanely thinking tonight.

Sunday, October 10, 2010

That Invisible One Room Apartment…


Away from the outer world, away from the chaos, away from everything – he dwells in his own beautiful galaxy. He mutely praises beauty, he voraciously read poetry. He walks through the aisles, collects soft pebbles; he finds bliss in his solitary dreams. 

The doorbell often rings, the gate never makes a sound, the silence and the soothing breeze keeps accompanying him – everyday, everytime. The walls of his living room caresses him, words give him wings. He tries to feel the symphony of a nightingale. He hopelessly craves for that divine sunshine. He walks like a confused traveller amid known people. His blank face entertains nobody.

Sometimes he feels suffocated with the everlasting silence, sometimes he tries to play loud music, and sometimes he just closes his eyes to see the greenery around. He tries to dance alone; he tries to sing at the top of his voice. He prepares Oscar winning speeches, he writes disconnected prose.

He talks about old bicycle, life and memories. The ugly tide never leaves him though. His mind always revolves around poetry, music and love. He behaves like an urban bard. Jim Morrison, Pink Floyd, Angaraag Mahanta keeps him alive. He is addicted to almost anything and everything. People think he is lost somewhere between reality and dreams. He is treated like a junk by all. His lips are almost dry, his existence is almost indiscernible. This is the story of that guy who lives in that invisible one room apartment located somewhere in the world…


Tuesday, October 05, 2010

Smart Phone – Is It Really Smart?

Technology is going places. Every second there’s an invention. Smart phones are handy gadgets but how smart you are to exploit them?

Smart phones are sleek, trendy and beautiful. You are the king if you posses this beauty but how tech savvy are you to use these flamboyant gadgets? Are you acquainted with all its features? If not, don’t worry.  There’s no rocket science involved. Practice! Keep practicing and everything will come your way.

Smart phones are really smart because it’s made after a dedicated research. Every minute detail is examined before the launch. Yet, some phone becomes faulty. After all, engineers who make them are also human.

Luxury is the word associated with a smart phone. You can do multitasking. You can be in touch with the world. You can do video chat and share pictures with your loved ones. You can find places with Google maps. In the world of instant gratification, smart phones play the role of the perfect messenger. You can tweet your experience from the venue of a rock concert to make your friends jealous. You can do video conferencing and attend a webiner from the Himalayas.

The target audience of these phones are you and me. People who love to write and explore places. It gives you a sense freedom. You have the entire world at your fingertips. Whoa!

Think differently now. What will happen if the internet collapses, the phones stop ringing? The world would stop. There will be no communication, there will be darkness everywhere. You’ll never be able to read and write blogs, do facebook, tweet about your experience. No text messages, no long distance love, no life. Smart Phone allows us to share which is why it triumphs amid chaos. A smart phone is a loner’s dream, businessman’s hope, lover’s love, and a blogger’s delight. It’s almost impossible to stay without this gorgeous lady…

Sepia Tinted Memories

Photographs of yesteryears
Those sepia tinted memories
First kiss in that deserted park
Those long rides through life…

First crush – sharing water bottle
Declaring your love in the school bus
Blushing next day in the English class
You disappeared after high school.

Poetry connected us,
Distance separated us.
You are gone, vanished
But your shadow never died.

You made me glow over the phone
Your voice was just like a nightingale
My praises gave you wings
You left the country for good.

You drunk, me drunk, danced at the bar
We mingled like Romeo & Juliet.
Long text messages in the midst of exams
You flew away without a whimper.

We met amid colours,
No doubt, there were so many hues
There are only some hazy memories
There’s nothing I can remember more.

You sitting beside me,
Capturing the entire Madrid
Walking along with me
Hand in hand under the moonlit sky

Long summer nights, early mornings of glee
Long wait near the juice stand
You have conquered my world
You are the longest love I had…

I am keeping my pen now
Silently gazing at you
Softly pressing you
To find my sepia tinted memories
Persevered inside you…

(This poem is dedicated to Docomo, Indiblogger, and my readers/friends)


Saturday, October 02, 2010

My Friends. My Life. My Phone

Colors of life, songs of glee, ice creams, chocolates, late night calls, poems through SMSes and those never ending missed calls make me smile at the middle of the night. Suddenly the whole setting changes. I could see Jacob pestering me for glasses of beer, I could see Julie giving me scary stares, and I could see Mary aunt cooking wonderful porridge for me. How beautiful my past was – I still wonder sometimes!

Phases of life – I understand there are different stages in one’s life. I had no Facebook, Twitter or even Orkut in my graduation days. The only company I had was my phone. It was the strongest weapon I had. Camera phones were big craze during my college days. Even I had one and I was extremely proud of that. Female attention! True. Enough I had due to my phone. Clicking them in various poses was sheer fun. Those golden pictures are shining now in my photo album. I still remember Shally’s curly long hair, Monica’s dimples and Tanya’s pimples.

The journey continued amid laughter and glitter. I became extremely conscious about my telephonic personality. I was always so choosy about my ringtone. Queen’s “I want to break free” became my tune and I never took time to flaunt it. People started borrowing my tones. My taste for tunes was always appreciated. I became a proud man. Whoa!

Addiction is my second name. I am so prone to it. Poetry, good music, friends, wine, movies and dreams kept me busy. Days were hectic; nights were golden.  SMSing was my passion. There was so much beauty in those texts. I still remember my fingers moving at rocket speed. The faded keypad was just fine to send messages to that special someone…

Oh! So many memories, so less words. The strange journey continued although the charm of yesteryears began to fade. I lost my phone; my pet died, I stayed without it for six long months, that’s the time when I took up blogging to satiate my love for expression. I began to socialize with the whole world from the silent corner of my world. I was disconnected from the real planet, took happiness from the virtual world. My momentary hibernation came to an end when I bought my first smart phone. I became conspicuous again.

The world looks so closer now, I can chat, send mails, tweet, blog, exchange pictures and smiles through my phone. Technology is bliss, it’s poetic, and it’s something that makes your life smoother, gorgeous and smarter. It took twenty seven years to realize my constant love – My phone.

My love almost doubled tonight after writing this post. Thanks Tata DOCOMO OneTouch Net Phone,Indiblogger and of course you (my readers/friends) for patiently listening to my life...

The journey continued…