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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Sunday, March 27, 2011

Facebook Song






If you don’t see me online,
Don’t think I am offline
If you don’t find my poke
Don’t think I don’t miss you
If you don’t see my updates
Don’t think I am away…

The facebook is mine
The facebook is mine
I have everything if I have you
I have nothing if I lose you…

It isn’t an addiction, it’s not narcissism
It’s simply my boredom,
It’s my obsession,
It’s the only song
Everyone’s singing all along…

The facebook is mine
The facebook is mine
I no more read newspapers
I no more watch television
I just log into my FB account.

Someday, it’s going to be fine
You would laugh at my song
Someday, we all would recall
About our facebook days
Someday we would be no more seen
Till then
Keep singing the facebook song…


Wednesday, March 23, 2011

The Recurring Nightmare






Once upon a time there was a man who never smiled, never talked, never whispered or uttered any word. He was living in a solid delusion, solid pain, and solid boredom. He died every night, he cried every noon. His face became ugly, he slowly began to sink. The story of his life was never heard; his words disappeared. Nobody tried to look into his heart, nobody tried to give him another chance.
 

Recurring dreams kept pestering him day in and day out. He kept flying endlessly, he kept falling from cliffs. He never woke up with a smile; there was sweat even in a crazy winter night.

Amid the eternal darkness, he was searching for candlelight to light up his dungeon; he was trying to crawl through the broken stairs. He captured every thing that tried to come to his life. He was confused about life at large.

Once upon a time there was man who never smiled, there was a zombie who walked unnoticed, who survived the toughest battle with his inner self, who slowly gathered everything again to give life an another chance…




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Sunday, March 13, 2011

Crazy Urban Rhapsody






The night was overwhelmingly dark
Woke up with a little hangover
And found it to be an idyllic Sunday morning.
Slept again for a while,
Thought of waking up all over again
to enjoy the entire day extravagantly.
Thousand emotions in a single day
Summer sunshine, lazy people,
Capturing those tiny nuances
Scribbling them with sleepy fingers
Faraway from the extreme nothingness,
Thoughts waving through the absolute silence
Tranquility prying into the restless essence
Rousing me to craft a rhapsody,
Something between prose and poetry
Something between imagination and procrastination
Something not meaningful enough,
Something diluted with too much literature and glee…
 

Friday, March 11, 2011

Pray for Japan

The earth quivered, human lives were taken away, many dreams, many emotions were erased from the face of the world. The unpredictable Mother Nature once again played a heinous joke. The destruction shook the entire earth. Thousands of people are still missing; the lights are slowly turning into darkness. People from every parts of world are praying for Japan. Sometimes everything happens so quickly that we never get time to react, we just feel a void. The videos shown in the Youtube channels are giving all of us goose bumps. 


The monstrous waves are showing no mercy, it’s just moving endlessly killing people who worked so hard to create those living places. The world is grieving tonight. No matter where we are, we could feel the tragedy; we could feel the pain of losing your loved ones suddenly. We are praying, we are just praying for light. We hope to see the tempest stop; we no more want the waves to destroy our beautiful world. Tonight, we are praying for Japan, tonight we are praying for the world. We hope to see that bright sunshine again, we no more want to see the ugly waves hitting the innocent shores…




Thursday, March 10, 2011

Dirty Evenings, Husky Moonlight and a Simpleton






All urban evenings are full of action. Sometimes they are filled with lust, sometimes they look eternally monotonous. Sometimes you get enough attention; sometimes you are just lost in your thoughts. A big city life makes you restless; you have so many things to do. You never get time to complete everything, you reluctantly sleep. There’s so much information all around, you hardly get time to consume, you are just like a half cooked meal and your knowledge seems so irrelevant. You laugh, you stare, and you make fun of yourself.


The Satan inside tempts you to indulge, it gives you the strength to do whatever you want, it keeps you guilt free. Everyday you wake up halfheartedly, you take a lazy shower, you wear your shades, have a cup of tea, work, and return back to your castle. Thousands of thoughts revolve around your mind, you try to concentrate, and finally you give up. You see hundreds of wedding pictures in your facebook news feed, you praise their lovely faces finally you look inside in your life that looks fairly uninteresting. You pretend to hate Indian culture, you try to reform your lifestyle, and you try to do so many things.


India is a conservative country and people here are extremely reputation conscious. You are not allowed to speak absurd things, you are not allowed to kiss in public places, and you are not allowed to take an unconventional route. There’s pessimism, there’s prejudice. Life in an urban setting is somewhat crazy. Everyone seems to be whining at their air conditioned cabins, nobody is satiated from what they are doing. The poetry is somewhere missing as our busy lives never allow us to be whimsical. You are just treated as a simpleton if you appreciate humanities. You have to look, act and talk practically. You should basically look presentable. All quirky creatures found outside fashion designing colleges and advertising agencies are regarded as mad souls by the common people. People hardly want to talk to a lost moron. They are dirty, artistic and sad. Girls mostly prefer super practical bankers, doctors and sometimes engineers. All quirky people keep cribbing endlessly in disgust.


Fairytales! Suddenly the moon becomes bigger. You envisage castle in the air, the world changes colour, worries disappear, bliss finds you, your eyes flicker, you see sunshine, you praise the actual world where you live, and you discard all pent up emotions. You appreciate all tiny nuances of life. You no more search for your shadow in the dark. That’s how you juggle between reality and a beautiful fiction…




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Wednesday, March 09, 2011

How to Find Your Shadow in the Dark?





As we grow old, we face enough complexities daily. Life becomes a spider web; everything moves away, every hope disappears. You walk with a heavy heart trying to figure out what’s right and what’s wrong. You go in a trance, you feel nothing, and you see nothing. Emptiness becomes your only friend, your only enemy. You see people running behind buses, trains, running for survival.

Your confusions grow, your heart throbs reluctantly, and you search for an outlet to vent off. Premonitions, nightmares, loneliness and other unwanted visitors keep disturbing your chaotic soul. You try to envisage things that may not be available to you in this life, you try to cross the ocean with your broken ship, you become nonsensical, and your madness makes you silent.

People keep whining about their pain but the adversity never leaves them so easily. Nobody thinks about a loser. Time is money, and money is time. Poets are treated badly, writers die lonely, and philosophers live in their dilapidated caves. The world loves practical approach, speed and accuracy.

Howling at the middle of a silent night with pain is no more a fiction. People no more sleep well, they have trouble. There’s so much pain all around the horizon. Oh! The weather’s changing, let’s feel the summer rain, let’s forget all our sorrows for a moment, just jump around like a three year old. Sometimes we have to accept whatever we get; sometimes we just have to feel our shadows somewhere resting in the dark…


Saturday, March 05, 2011

Life without Intelligence…



Old bicycle days, music played on tape recorder,
Trump cards, afternoon cricket sessions.
That first preschool crush makes you smile.
You are simply at your best without intelligence,
 You feel life when you erase all knowledge for a while,
You dance with the private wind for a moment,
You are little young again.

Everyone is tired, sulking still fighting for survival. Your words look irrelevant, you suddenly forget everything. Your mind becomes numb, your blank face reappears.

You have no words left, you face an eternal crisis. The rudiments of your mistaken past linger on. You forget to smile, you forget about the world that ever existed in your life, you become a lost soul, you fail to deliver, you silently laugh at yourself, you say no word, and you just keep walking. You become the famous escapist.

You never forget to praise loneliness, you feel like a shadow in a gathering. Sometimes you become fanatical, sometimes the hysteria totally engrosses your mind, you die every night, and those big tear balls never abandons your eyes.

Slowly everyone around you vanishes, you no more see that old bicycle, you forget your pre school crush, and you no more fly. You keep gazing at the stars that no more flickers.

You close your eyes, inhale fresh air, stop typing, and go back to your arm chair to weave another tale. You decide to walk ahead along the tide; you know there’s a life without intelligence waiting outside where you have no restrictions, where there are green pastures, where you have a perpetual license to fly…


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