LIFE

Because She is a woman ...

2011-03-08T14:44:00.000-08:00

A girl was born in the dark of the night,

A Curse she is, they said;

But with a twinkle in her eyes and

Spring in her steps; she conquered all the States.

A girl was born in the afternoon heat,

A Burden she is, they said;

But with a smile like the Sun and

A heart of Gold; she relieved all the pains.

A Girl is born, to be a Woman,

Not your whore or bitch;

Give her a chance to win your heart,

Not a stick and a sneer.

Because she is a Woman …

PS: Two years back I on the occasion on Woman's day I wrote an ode to women.

(http://soms-world.blogspot.com/2009/03/women.html)

It got some great reviews and I think it would be hard to raise the bar. So for this year I thought lets write something which supplements My Ode to Women .... Hope it meets your expectations. :D

A Happy Woman's Day ....

What if I am not Lucid ?!

2011-03-04T07:19:00.000-08:00

Indeed we need, to do a special deed ...

to be part of the creed, that sows the Seed,

But when the question is the Answer ...

and the Answer is to breed,

What to do, if I am not Lucid ?!

STRANGER

2010-11-23T01:40:00.000-08:00

Poems are written, Ships set sail

A face so Exquisite, My breath just fails

A stranger she is, A stranger she will remain

Bringing a faint smile

If I remember her again .....

Note: Image courtesy Danny St.: http://www.flickr.com/photos/dannysantos/

The guy is superb: www.dannyst.com

Love for thee

2010-09-13T06:01:00.000-07:00

Love for thee is not poetry

Neither a song nor chemistry

Love for thee is not silence

Neither my crimes or the heart's Violence

Love for thee is your smile

So bright and full of LIFE, Now I can die ...

Daffodils

2010-09-11T15:48:00.000-07:00

I was floating away carelessly, a little white cloud

Why did you have to come like the bright daffodils, so proud

I wanted to stop and gaze at you for eternity

But the wind blew me away towards meloncholity

Moments ...

2010-09-05T10:04:00.000-07:00

What if I get you ... What if I get the world,

will it matter ...

The Notion ... the emotion .. the devotion of being in Love ..

is far Better ...

I would rather have those moments .. than growing exponents

IDENTITY

2010-08-16T00:40:00.000-07:00

Dead of the night, when the darkness is bright;
I crave for my true IDENTITY.

The time is set, for the straitjacket;
I crave for my true IDENTITY.

In her luscious lips, and the sway of her hips;
I crave for my true IDENTITY.

In despair, But I still repair;
I crave for my true IDENTITY.

Is it it a lost cause or just a Pause;
In MY war against my IDENTITY.

A Decade Gone By ...

2009-12-31T13:00:00.000-08:00

They say better late than never ... I felt the advent of the New Decade (and a year too !!) should be the right time to resurrect my Blog ... I wrote something very amateurish but then I am starting again and I hope the beautiful people who used to follow my blog take it to a new height and convince me not to take it any more to new depths :P. Lets cut the Speech, here is something which summarizes how the boy at the start of the Decade became a man ....

The Decade went by ... With a Blink of an Eye
I lost so much but I won too ...
I hated so many but I loved too ...
I failed so often but I succeeded too ...

I found myself But misplaced you.

Happy New Year and a Decade, I will be trying to chronicle the decade that wasn't in my other Blog, see you there.

Coming Back To Life .....

2009-09-10T21:23:00.000-07:00

This Blog and its sibling had died out of malnutrition but something stirred and ... so I hope it gets further nourishment.

A moment of silence prevailed ... when I waited for her and I wait for her
I gasp when I see her, its not her deep eyes .... neither her beauty ...
but her love for me ... the mountains, the oceans ... they all fail.

Dawn ...

2009-07-12T13:54:00.000-07:00

Dawn it is after the clueless night … the infinite struggle and endless fights;

Now free from the shackles you are ready to flow

With sunshine on your shoulders and wings to grow.

Gift

2009-05-21T14:46:00.000-07:00

I sat down to think what I shall gift you

May be, your portrait

Made on a blank canvass with the rainbow

Reflecting your essence and glow

May be, a heavenly drape

Made out of god’s own satin

To drape you, the Venus of Latin

May be, a jewel

Made form the light of the stars

To adorn your visage and heal your scars

May be, some chocolates

Made from devil’s own beans

For you to savor whenever you feel lean

But

I know what to give you

A song from the core of my heart

For you to listen and your soul to think

And for your eyes to see what slowly sinks.

p.s: Hey friends, sorry for this delay between posts. Hope you all are fine and haven't lost interest in my obscure blog. By the way I have also posted on my other blog, Limit is Limitless ... I think it should be a fun read.

Soulful Eyes ...

2009-03-27T02:27:00.000-07:00

I threw a stone into the pond; it went down without a sound … the ripples like the waves in my heart; after I drowned in her soulful eyes …

p.s: Hey folks I was planning something special double whammy for both my blogs together but couldn't finish it in time. I will be on the move for the next week or so, so until then enjoy the soulful eyes.

Love can Heal and Forgive ...

2009-03-20T19:27:00.000-07:00

Last night it rained after a long toil
Releasing the fragrance from the virginal soil
Lulling me to sleep with the pitter patter and the breeze
Making me believe in thou power to heal and forgive …

Love never failed ... won't ever fail ...

2009-03-17T05:48:00.000-07:00

She was not blind but she couldn't see; Her eyes were all right but her mind wasn’t free. She groped in the dark for eternity; until His voice gave her back the clarity.

And suddenly, again the silence prevailed; But her love for him, never failed.
It will never fail....

p.s: My interview has come out in the 'Pakistan Spectator'; check it out if you have time: http://www.pakspectator.com/interview-with-blogger-som-dutta/

Infinite Colours .. Infinite possibilites ...

2009-03-13T04:08:00.000-07:00

The canvas of life …
some wants to colour it red, some blue … some even Black.
What I want is white, the color of infinity ...
infinite possibilities for you, me and all.

p.s: I have been tagged for 25 random things about me and the post is in my other Blog 'Limit is Limitless'. Sophie you have been tagged. Any one else who wants can take it up too.

Women ..

2009-03-07T14:19:00.000-08:00

Its Women's Day today, the day to celebrate the kind without whom the world is incomplete. I could write more but I am too overwhelmed. An Ode to you Eve:

From the first words a baby says
To the final whisper on my last days

The inspiration to write, the courage to fight
The failures and fears; the sky and sunlight

The teacher, the angel or the bitch
The nightingale, the nurse or the one to stitch

The doting mother to the loving wife
From my first heart break to my last crime

She is every where, she is Life
The Woman

Happy Women's Day

2009-03-04T21:07:00.000-08:00

Everyday the rays of Sun wakes me up
The Devil knows what it beholds
Mountain tops, bottom of Seas or the breeze & glee
I will climb, I will swim ... I will fight
Even If I know none of these ...

Every Night ..

2009-03-02T13:05:00.001-08:00

“Coming back to Life” I “Wish you were here”…, the notes of Floyd waft past me;
As I try to catch my sleep by counting countless sheep.
Night after night the guitar wails
But still why do I fail, fail to make a song for you in my dreams
To wake every morning and sing ... not scream … !!

Limitations in Love ...

2009-02-22T08:06:00.000-08:00

One fate less night; the humming bird discovered the moon … how vain he wanted to feel her; he flew and flew, endless... Tired and broken … Alas!! Didn’t he know he is just a humming bird …?

p.s: also check out my new blog Limit is Limitless
http://soms-blog.blogspot.com/

Valentine Day ...

2009-02-13T08:14:00.000-08:00

As it has been for the last 23 years, I am alone on this special day. The day due to which, Archie's etc. has a fields day despite the economic recession. I thought lets write an ode to this day, a sad one though.

The song on my lip
Has no meaning or drift
If I get on, back on the road
My lonely soul
Aches for its goal
Come fill me with, love and adore

She never realized
Might never realize
But I will remain for my valentine
I have weathered the wind
I will weather the storm
In the hope that, the end will be mine

It has started to rain
Are my prayers in vain
I am in love, with my pain
This is the story
Of every broken heart
Clichéd might be, but never stops

This Valentine, every valentine
I promise to wait for divine
Staying for the one, with my back on the wall
I am sitting and humming my song

The Sun ...

2009-02-12T19:49:00.000-08:00

The night engulfs me in darkness but lights up my dreams
It is not a matter of choice, rather free will …
As I will rise again tomorrow with promises to fulfill …

Flower Girl ...

2009-01-19T12:45:00.000-08:00

Happy New Year every body, I could have posted something but wanted to start the year with a bang. A new song, the inspiration to write it happened last October but could not finish it for the last few months. One fine morning I woke up with a lingering thought about her and every thing fell into the place. Enjoy ...

She has a smile like the sun so bright

She is a poet’s delight

She moves like a breeze, taking away my peace

I can’t even stop to sneeze

One day walking down the lane

I don’t know from where she came

The flower girl so full of life

Drives me to drown in her tide

Her eyes are like the embers of sky

It makes me want to fly

She talks like a child, it drives me wild

I can’t even stop to breathe

One day walking down the lane

I don’t know from where she came

The flower girl so full of life

Drives me to drown in her tide

Happy New Year...

2008-12-31T06:41:00.000-08:00

A message for You my Friend...

The Sun Set into the purple murky Sea, for the last time....
Walk to the beach to feel the Sands of time being washed away;
Taking away the Mirages & Doubts.
Tomorrow with the rays of Hope the Sun will rise from the Azure Sea;
It will be a new Dawn, A new Year, A new Beginning.
I Hope...
I Feel...
I Know......

Happy New Year

Happiness ...

2008-12-30T21:48:00.001-08:00

The Year is ending and I was just contemplating, was 2008 a happy year for me !? How can one say because does any one of us really know the meaning of happiness ?? .. Thus I wrote a song, it was meant to be a bit Grunge so it is not too poetic... What is happiness for you ... ?

Happiness

Happiness for some is their pay check, for some it's champagne on the deck.
Happiness for some is a good movie, for others when they get groovy.
Happiness for most is when they win a race,
But for me it's the Angel's face.

I don't know if it's right or wrong,
but it gives me shivers and tongs.
They say that love is a tragedy;
I rather die than not get the remedy.

Pleasure for some is Ecstasy, for some it is wild fantasy.
Pleasure for some is a ride on the train, for others its money not brains.
Pleasure for most is their naked device
But for me it's the Angel's voice.

I don't know if it's right or wrong,
but it gives me shivers and tongs.
They say that love is a tragedy;
I rather die than not get the remedy

A thought ...

2008-12-13T10:03:00.000-08:00

The Universe is the Theater and the World it's Stage
My Thoughts are the actors and Life The Play

An Ode to The friend....

2008-11-16T06:46:00.000-08:00

It is the warmth in my heart when every thing is cold,
It is the solace I have when every thing is sold
When it was forged, when it started to bind I don’t know
But the strength it gives is worth my soul

It is the light when I loose my way
It is the valium when my nerves are fray
Trust in it is like the hope on the sun during the dark
And the promise is unsaid but always lasts

It is silent at times and never judges
Whenever needed it never dodges
It is the pillar on which I can live my life
Because it says I care and will always be there

I know what it is and I know you understand it too
It is our friendship, nothing more true

Oh Yes !!

2008-10-02T11:39:00.001-07:00

Well it has been some time since I last posted, another song to break the silence. The song can be typified as the "she" love songs we have in plenty.

disclaimer: The song has got nothing to do with the writer's personal life, any similarity comprehended is purely coincidental.

Oh, Yes !!

Has innocence but not simple

Is proud but not arrogant

Has confidence but not brash

She is never too rash….

Oh Yes!! She is the girl, I have been waiting for.

Oh Yes!! She is the one, I have been running for.

Oh Yes!! She is my friend and I am blessed.

Has a smile but not a laugh

Is a song but not a rhyme

Has attitude but not rude

She is never crude….

Has never broken or followed any rules

Cares like a mother and fights like a bull

Has a child within but is a woman too

There isn’t a thing she can’t do…

Has a light you can feel but never hold

Is demure but can be bold

Have eyes full of answers but questions too

She is an Angel and one day will fly through.

Raahi....

2008-08-29T01:17:00.000-07:00

My first Hindi song... hope the Lyrics aren't too amateurish.
Raahi...
Rahi … akela na choro,
Rahi… ab na dil toro,
Raaahiii… Kahan chup gaye hoo..?
Raahi… ab haat na choro.

Akela mai jan raha tha,
Is dagar mein… haan is safar mein..
Tanha thaa… magar betaab na...
Sunsan raah thi…. magar mai pareshan na…

R

Tum kaun thi... mujhe pata na tha,
Pari ho … yaa dil ki kamin ho,
Humrahi Tum ho to…. koi gum na ho..
Kaash yeh safar…. Kabhi khatam na ho..

R

Yeh aandhi…. Yeh toofan kyoon..
Hume huye takrar kyoon…
Yaar gaye tum hume choor kyoon..
Teri raahn dekhoo main ….

R

Love, Forgiveness and Freedom

2008-08-15T06:05:00.000-07:00

Free, we are free. Free from what? The country is celebrating Independence Day but I can’t.
Jammu and Kashmir is bleeding. My heart is bleeding. What am I free from, independent from?

Why is the situation in this state? Because we can’t forgive and let things go. Because whenever we give something we expect returns. The greatest emotional fulfillment takes place only when we give without expectation and when we forgive.

Giving without expectation may seem a non pragmatic notion today but it still exists. Just try it once, give something to someone without expecting anything; it need not be something big or important. Say you had thought about eating a toffee and had kept it apart; just give it to someone without thinking. Without expecting anything from the benefactor; not even a thank you or a smile. And you will feel immense pleasure filling up your heart at that precise moment.

The other day I was going to the post office. It was late morning; I had taken my bath and was dressed in fresh clothes. Few street urchins were playing and running around at a juncture on the road. They were squalid and one of them looked as if he had just come out of the drain running parallel to the street. Suddenly in the midst of their commotion, the dirtiest of them bumped into me and put some filth of his clothes and body onto mine. At that instant I was livid and felt like spanking the boy. But the boys nonchalantly continued with their game and gave me an impish smile when I looked at them. I forgave them. I felt a joy in my heart. Some may say it was not a big deal but I would like to point out that today we don’t even forgive our friends for trivial mistakes.

But have we ever thought what characterizes the human race?

It is forgiveness that makes us what we are. Without forgiveness, there would be no history. Without that hope, there would be no art, for every work of art is in some way an act of forgiveness. Without that dream, there would be no love, for each act of love is in some way a promise to forgive. We live on because we can love, and we love because we can forgive. --- Shantaram

To err is human to forgive is divine....

2008-08-09T04:23:00.000-07:00

A post a day, keeps the frustration away....

Technology can rend, as well as sew... what it does..depends on you..

Neither Sindbad nor Starbuck ....

The sailor was on his way again
He had resolved last time, he won’t bear the pain
But he failed himself and ventured into the ocean
He had to in order to reach his destination.

He was sailing smoothly, the weather was great
But a Chimera made him fret
Then came the sudden gust of wind
And the ship lost rudder, compass and sail
And no way can now the imminent rescind.

What went wrong, he couldn’t fathom
Was it the ship he had chosen?
As it caused the Hell to be frozen
Or was it his Friend, his Mate
No, it was his Haste.

He is shipwrecked and will drown soon
He will be reborn again one afternoon
Because his journey to Itahaca is not complete
And his soul won’t rest till he finds his Zahir.

A Frienship day Post

2008-08-03T01:37:00.000-07:00

I jumped, I had no choice
Had to take a chance, to hear my inner voice
For an Inspiration
To quench my thirst and creative inclination

I fell endlessly with Life in abeyance
Suddenly a hand, the eyes held me in a Trance
A friend, oh Yes... The Friend.

Casino of LIFE....

2008-07-08T10:31:00.000-07:00

I am back with my third song. And yes, away from my favorite topic LOVE, am I right ?!!

We all entered without a dime

No divine or crime

Without any sense or choice

We were pushed into the Casino of Life;

The Neon said, “Welcome to Casino of LIFE”.

There were patrons waiting with wry smiles

Most were welcomed, it was just fine

But some were left alone all the while

We accepted the rules to stay sober and live

My Time had begun in the crazy device.

I am in the Casino of LIFE

I have to play because I have no choice

It makes no sense, to past or present, I am tense

As stakes are too high, In the Casino of LIFE

The roulette table, the black jack side

The wheel of fortune, the jackpot device

I am spoilt for choice; an intervention divine

Needed to stymie the wine

I am in the Casino of LIFE

I have to play because I have no choice

It makes no sense, to past or present, I am tense

As stakes are too high, In the Casino of LIFE

Win some, loose some but I don’t cry

Don’t even try to understand why,

Chip flush counter never runs dry

I will play on till my subpoena arrives,

Only thing one yearns, is a partner in crime

I am in the Casino of LIFE

I have to play because I have no choice

It makes no sense, to past or present, I am tense

As stakes are too high, In the Casino of LIFE

My foray into fiction...

2008-06-14T00:12:00.001-07:00

Disclaimer: All the characters in this story are fictious. Any resemblance to any one living or dead is a coincident.

Test and a Tryst

“Lets see who sits in front of me, the exam is going to start and the person is still absent, must be a genius or a fool”, I contemplated while waiting for my question paper to be handed over to me. I was a bit agitated and it was quite natural, it was not just another entrance exam, it was the entrance test for Indian Statistical Institute. Had heard quite a few tales about the level of the questions and that did not help either!! It was April and already the room felt stuffy. I wished for a whiff of a breeze or anything remotely pleasant to soothe my nerves.

“Wow!! Hope she sits in the empty chair in front of me”. I thanked god for sending this whiff of fresh air to soothe my frayed nerves. Those beautiful light brown eyes finely chiseled face, peach and milk complexion and the pout; my heart skipped a beat. And voila, she sits in front of me. Then suddenly I came back to reality of the examination, as I was given the question paper. Time flew like anything and soon the first paper was over. I had done pretty well but pretty well don’t suffice in this exam, a handful of seats for thousands of candidates. The next paper was after 2 hours, I had to spend the time somehow. I was not feeling like revising the formulas, even the heat seemed too oppressive to go out. The class was empty within two minutes of the test getting over; “the paper was not that easy!!? Even the pretty girl left”.

I was contemplating in my solitude when she rushed back to the room. She looked anxious. She came over to me and said, “Hey, I forgot to write my roll number in the question paper. What to do now?” As if I was the examination coordinator. I thanked the person who made the rules for test (about even writing ones roll no. on the question paper), which I thought was ridiculous till then. Rather than ceasing the opportunity and becoming the knight in the shining armor, I stayed put in my seat and blurted out something about her going to the staff room and talking to the authorities. I have always prayed for opportunities like these but when the situation comes I disappoint myself. “She won’t come back after such an un-gentlemanly conduct by me” and I tried to concentrate on the formulas to drive away the feeling of disappointment. Suddenly a soft voice startled me “Thank you”. She was gazing down on me with brown almond eyes and a smile breaking on her face. Even I smiled or grinned, I am not sure but I was pleasantly surprised by my stars, “if my luck is running so well today I will crack the test too!!”

“So what happened? Things have been sorted out?” and I gestured her to sit. “Thank you so much, I did as you said and things has been taken care of.” She sat on the bench in front of me as she spoke. I hadn’t noticed till then she even had the famous Cindy Crawford mole just above her upper lip. I gazed into those sparkling eyes and asked whether she had her lunch; the words came out with a real tinge of concern. Why it happened? Well maybe my own hunger (for food off-course) or it was her effect or was I really concerned, I was not sure. Frankly speaking I am no James Bond; yes I can speak well and I may flirt at times too but that day every thing fell into place even without me trying for it. As if the whole universe was conspiring to ruin my exam. I just could not fathom at that time that it was a boon or a bane. She sensed the concern in my voice and her features became soft. “I will go out and eat something; my dad won’t come now. He will be waiting for me outside after the tests get over.”

“Hey don’t worry; it is too hot outside so share my lunch.”

“Thank you but it is for you, if you share it won’t you fell hungry?” she questioned with intent and concern. “It is always advisable to eat less during exams.” I quipped with a smile, pulling out my lunch box.

We both started to eat out of my lunch box, which contained some lip smacking sandwiches and which I should have grudged to share with anyone but I just realized I was happy to share them with her. In the course of time I came to know that she was from Dhanbad. She wanted to pursue Biotechnology (then why the hell is she giving this exam?!) and for that she even took tips from me. The smart alec I was, even without knowing what they teach in Biotechnology, I rattled of colleges she should try to get into. This surely impressed her. It went on for sometime with my putting in lines like; “your name is as pretty as your face”, “you have something in you, it is different from most of the usual pretty girls” and she blushed with a smile every time. And the lines came out with real conviction, not like some trite remark.

“Are you the only one from Dhanbad, haven’t any of your friends come to give this exam?”

“Yes few of them are here; one of my close friends is here”

“So won’t you go and meet them?”

“I meet them everyday so today I rather stay here” she put in with a smile, that infectious smile that could melt the most stoic of men.

“Can we go out for a walk, it seems pretty oppressive here?” she suggested. I affirmed and we walked side by side, chatting like we have known each other for ages.

We went around the campus of the test centre, discovering iron bars to walk and soil mounds to climb. In her company even the afternoon blaze seemed bearable. Giving her a hand to help whenever she needed it and she accepted them graciously. When suddenly I glanced at my watch, time had flown like anything; more than an hour had passed even without my realizing. During the whole episode even the mere thought of the imminent test hadn’t crossed my mind. Einstein was right about relativity.

Coming back to reality, I asked her to accompany me inside to revise some formulas. I started revising the formulas while giving her some tips on number theory in between. She was not very good at mathematics but I surprised myself with the patient effort I put in. She looked on with her twinkling eyes full of admiration and I wished those half an hour never ended.

The test started with the influx of students and the invigilators. Frankly speaking during the test her thought never crossed my mind. The subjective paper lived up to its revered name and I was engrossed in tackling it. After the test she introduced me to her friend and her dad. She asked me to come to visit her if ever I go to Dhanbad. She even gave her number and asked me to call. I don’t remember if I gave mine. I don’t remember if I noted her number or how I lost it. I sometime think that if it would have happened during these times when almost every one has a mobile or there is Orkut we would have met again. I have even forgotten her name. Why it happened? Maybe I was too young to understand something important was occurring or maybe because at that time I had a crush on some one else. The reason is not important. The only thing after so many years perplexes me is why did the whole episode take place. If I was not to meet her again; why such an intense encounter? What was the supreme master trying to teach me? This question has to be answered by you.

She left after shaking my hand and a sweet good bye, with her eyes still sparkling and an angelic smile.

Solitude in the crowd.....

2008-06-11T00:41:00.000-07:00

Walking along the sands of time, with water splashing on my feet
I yearn for a hand to hold, a lap for my head to confess my defeats
for the world I am the un-vanquished, like the hills near the sea
look close eh friend, I am too eroded by thee....

RAG TAG-TAG....

2008-06-02T22:39:00.000-07:00

To do:
1. Pick up the nearest book.
2. Open to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the next three sentences.
5. Tag five people, and acknowledge who tagged you.

1) Luckily a classic was lying idle nearby.... " Gone with the wind".,

2) Haven't read the book yet but has seen the movie, surely a random page 123 won't ruin much

3) " 'Hush, Honey,' hissed the voice of Sally Munroe."; well the line at least arises some interest.

4) " 'They will hear you all over the house!' Honey lowered her voice but went on: ' Well, you saw how she was carrying on with every man she could get hold of- even Mr. Kennedy, and he is her own sister's beau. I never saw the like! "..... lolz...

5) I was tagged by Ankita and I in turn tag Kishore, Rajat, Ankita, Manjusha and Aashutosh.

BRAND NEW DAY....??!!

2008-04-28T02:26:00.000-07:00

How many of you people out there
Been hurt in some kind of love affair
And how many times do you swear that you'll never love again?
How many lonely, sleepless nights
How many lies, how many fights
And why would you want to put yourself through all that again?

(STING)

BUT THEN WHY FOR US ALL, JUST NOT ME OR YOU..OR SOMEONE ELSE...FOR ALL THE FOLLOWING HOLDS GOOD ?

This Red Chocolate of mine, has broken Again and Again;
A fool it was from the start, A fool it will remain.
(Som)

Story Untold....

2008-02-27T02:34:00.000-08:00

Long time since I posted rather this is my first post this Year; so Happy New year. Hope you have all broken your resolutions by now. I was contemplating what to write in my first post this year. In the end I have put up the new song I have written. It took me almost a year to come with a new song but the wait was worth..I think so...

STORY UNTOLD....

It started as a fairytale
and ended in a cry;
The touch of her lips
the smile in his eyes.

He thought she was the one
she thought he was the life;
The warmth of his breath
the love in her eyes.

chorus

They traveled through the storms
they traveled through the fires
Their paths were different,
But love lasted more than a life.......

Life is just not as simple
the way they believed it was;
They weren't meant to be
the universe conspired.

Will she ever forget him
will he ever those eyes;
The sweet sound of love
the moments of desire.

Chorus.

PRINCIPLE OF LIFE...my PHILOSOPHY..

2007-12-28T11:58:00.000-08:00

My philosophy, in essence, is the concept of man as a heroic being, with his own happiness as the moral purpose of his life, with productive achievement as his noblest activity, and reason as his only absolute.

The ARGUMENTATIVE INDIAN ...?!

2007-12-01T22:56:00.000-08:00

I have being thinking of putting this post for the last few weeks, but exams and all. Coming straight to the point, first I will go to the string of incident which compelled me to think into this matter. I was rushing through the crowded streets of Ranchi to keep with an appointment, when suddenly I saw, traffic being stopped and some commotion taking place. When I enquired about it... It was a incident of road rage turned ugly, a man traveling on a scooter got down and smashed the wind screen of the car coming from behind after some argument. And after that when I started observing, it was almost taking place every where only the dimensions and repercussions were different. But it was there, from a fight at the traffic signal between people in the same car!! To incidents of auto rickshaw drivers fighting for passengers. Leave the street, standing in the line at INOX , in the mess to In cricket (Sreesanth..). It is every where and it is not just confined to some region, community or class of people. It seems intolerance has become our alter ego. Why is it so , are people so frustrated with their life. We say India is growing and every body is reaping its benefits then why this discontent. This we are seeing in the land of Gandhigiri. People are just not arguing but they are getting aggressive and that too on such trivial issues. I was appalled, only cure I see is opening up "Fight Clubs"....

2007-11-22T03:28:00.000-08:00

PHILOSOPHY is CONCERNED with Two Matters :

SOLUBLE Thoughts that are TRIVIAL & CRITICAL Questions That are INSOLUBLE.

On the Nature of LOVE

2007-11-12T12:26:00.000-08:00

We humans try to attain perfection in everything. Say if we have a job in a firm, we try to go for a better firm which may be giving us a better paycheck or a better job profile. If say we are an author then first I start with a small publisher but then if my work is really good and appreciated then I look for bigger names to publish my work. Why ??
Because that is rational, If I am really good I should try to attain my potential to the fullest extent. Again for objective or some may say materialistic things too we try to attain the things which are better than the things we have, like a better Car, a bigger house etc etc. Here too we try to attain the highest we can achieve BUT yes here comes the BUT. Why do we compromise when it comes to emotions and the the greatest of all emotions LOVE.

Yes, if at a point of time we have girlfriend/boyfriend and meet somebody new, whom we know from the core of our heart would be better for us ( it is just not the other person is more beautiful or say has a better bank balance, successful etc etc, but the whole thing; I hope you understand) but we still persist and why ??!! Shouldn't we try to attain perfection here too ??! Why double standards ?? We make our selves believe that the person with which we are now is the best, putting a veil of ignorance on our eyes or even worse; we think "what will my present partner feel, no no I can't hurt her/him". Hey, do we feel bad for the firm we leave to join another or for the shopkeeper whose shop we have stopped visiting since Reliance Fresh opened in my locality ??!
No !! Then why for the case when it deals with human emotions. Why can't we think every thing as an object, If the person I am leaving is really a rational being she/he will understand and herself/himself look for their soul mate. I believe every person has a soul mate and it is up to us to find, most of us don't so we die dis-satisfied.
On this nature of love even Rabindranath Tagore has written a poem. The nature is such that one we get we say him/her to be the one but we just don't know how many better were and are there still waiting.

On the Nature of Love


The night is black and the forest has no end;
a million people thread it in a million ways.
We have trysts to keep in the darkness, but where
or with whom - of that we are unaware.
But we have this faith - that a lifetime's bliss
will appear any minute, with a smile upon its lips.
Scents, touches, sounds, snatches of songs
brush us, pass us, give us delightful shocks.
Then peradventure there's a flash of lightning:
whomever I see that instant I fall in love with.
I call that person and cry: `This life is blest!
for your sake such miles have I traversed!'
All those others who came close and moved off
in the darkness - I don't know if they exist or not.

But Yes after all this radical thoughts at times I get confused. If what I said is true then for how long should I continue the pursuit for the one. And If I don't find that person. And then if others don't understand and the people whom I leave are emotionally weak. It is not that I did not love them but I out grew them and moved on. But will they understand. Because life is not "Atlas Shrugged". What about the institution of marriage. So what should I do torn between my principles , ideology and emotions.
Today I am confused, hope I get the answer one day.......

ALL ALONG THE WATCH TOWER......

2007-10-05T08:38:00.000-07:00

The title is one of Bob Dylan's most famous song. "All Along the Watchtower" . The Song has got pretty intriguing lyrics. The song has been covered by many of Dylan's famous contemporaries as well as juniors. Jimmy Hendrix, U2, Dave Matthews, Niel Young to name a few. Here I have tried to decipher what Dylan wanted to say or most likely what it meant to me....

"There must be some way out of here," said the joker to the thief,
"There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief.
Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth,
None of them along the line know what any of it is worth."

"No reason to get excited," the thief, he kindly spoke,
"There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke.
But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate,
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late."

All along the watchtower, princes kept the view
While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too.

Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl,
Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.

The world compromises of three kinds of people the Jokers, Thieves and the also ran. Off all kind of men the most sure of themselves are the thieves, also ran fears them where as also ran laugh at the jokers. Joker for the also ran is one who works hard but to see his work to be laundered. Also ran laugh at jokers as they think joker is a joke as he is working his butt off and gets nothing. So the joker is disillusioned seeing that his fruits are being enjoyed by all and sundry. Thieves for also ran are the ones who get a lot of wealth but they can't understand how, so they banish them by calling them thieves. The atlases of the world are the Jokers and the Thieves. Jokers and the Thieves are the two sides of the same coin Thieves become jokers if they give in and allow themselves to be exploited. But then The PRINCE (GOD) is watching from the watchtower upon all the women and the men, and no ones deeds will go unheeded ...as long as the prince looks ALL ALONG THE WATCHTOWER....

My Tribute to NERUDA...

2007-09-06T08:50:00.000-07:00

First and foremost LENNON will be back soon.. as soon as he gets a new inspiration, so for the time being I put forward a poem by one of my favorite Poet, PABLO NERUDA .....

I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You

I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.

I love you only because it's you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you
Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.

Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruel
Ray, stealing my key to true calm.

In this part of the story I am the one who
Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.

John lenon is BACK

2007-06-13T01:55:00.000-07:00

This is one of the first songs I wrote and Composed. As usual a love song.

Get Around:

love was a word undefined

thought i won't ever feel it inside
never thought i would ..find the one
the one and only person inside

chorus:
But when she left me saying it all
i can't help but only cry and fall
the only love the one i had found
but it was too late to get around.....

her eyes said she loved me & i loved her too
but we went apart for reasons we knew
the reasons i could never fathom
the reasons left me dry and home

But when... chorus

i know she won't ever come back
because she listens to her grey not red
but to this day i want her back
i could not get her out of my heart or head

But when...chorus

PRACTICAL

2007-05-13T03:06:00.000-07:00

What is being practical... is it different for different people .....

The Evaluation of an action as 'Practical' , depends on what it is one wishes to Practice