Somebody up there must have laboured hard for this whole set up…
Bringin me here..:) to  Pune.
When I stepped in Pune, we were a bunch of guys(who didn’t know anything about pune) and one girl(me). Fortunately,a far off relative had arranged for temporary stay… a small wooden 18th century hotel, flanked by coconut trees , located virtually on the edge of the railway track. Although technically very unsafe.. it was our first hideout. U must know what it feels like getting a shelter @ 1 Am in a new city..

Finding a place was like all we wanted to do for ourselves then. We took to the streets, calling, drudging, laughing.., sometimes tense..going from place to place in search of that one, where we r now. For some of us the search ended in a few days. For some like me, i got a temporary(a better temp this time )one. After 3 months i settled in
on where I am rt now.
People here are great yaar. My first project was awesome.I even started learinin Marathi a lil.  The team was mostly as young as me,irrespective of age. Work was all same,work till 2, 3 am , come bak, leave in the mornin again. After 5 months, it ended- it was short term and power packed..hehe. My Second project was like any other project but things started changing. I had moved to a flat, started doing a certification on weekedns in Mumbai, commuting on weekends,

working more on weekdays… wooofff. It was one hell of a time. Since the certification was on my topic of interest, I basically lived the whole week in those two days-sat & sun 9 to 6.. and smoking the mumbai wind afterwards, deep into my lungs..and abdomen. Pune @ dat time became a roomate, who is good to live with on weekdays, but at the end
of the week it was mumbai that I turned to. Actually bcoz I had to.. bt enjoyed like i wanted to. It was a rapchik rush hour- those 5 months.  The biggest technical gliche of my life occured then. At the end of 3 months, we were given a
few projects( for which we wre supposed to work on vmWares) . Guess what, I was proudly & partly an owner of a lovely flat in an awesome society, but sadly of my laptop too- Noel.
Noel is pretty tough,ignorant, stunted(hardly 30 GB HD) & earlier belonged to Alzheimer(256 MB). Shez a great friend but not at all a techie. I had a pretty hard time doin my projects..That was one time realized that I needed an upgrade more than Noel….;)
But I did it , u know ‘beg , borrow, steal’- always works.

Gradually, everything settled down around me.. we, who came here together became friends, good
friends now.Got bindaas roomates.  Last coupla months I was released from the project. It was horrible in there, same
stuff, things changed everyday, lotta confusion.. & to survive u had to copy paste in a new way everytime..hehe. Or at least I could not make sense of it all, I had drifted to the other side of the sea by then.. Not anyone’s fault.

Pune was such a home to me by now. No testimonials in its praise.. Its like a very hot girl whoz not crazy… unbelievable. You can see her, feel her & talk about her. Cant write about her…Shez just awesome. Pune has the best climate I have ever experienced..Its like being cozy on the breasts of a saree clad ‘Girl’- always .. comforted and warm. Everybody around is so young,adventurous; never low on ’spirit’ – , sometimes its like a Utopian world… More than
that a place with a Soul… jus like those of our villages.. long lost.
What’s bad about it? Commuting  & Houses could be expensive, even food.
But dude, its the best place for wanderlusted souls, artists,ppl having a hobby, to study, hangout; in short Creative & Earthly and a Great place to live and have fun! Whoever wana revitalize must breath in here.. hehe.

Now you know why I wrote the first line… seems like someone intentionally arranged the whole fantasy called ‘pune’ around me just so that he could disrupt it all or take it away from me and be happy about it.. Oohh what saddist fun..Bet its been just as tough for her to make me leave Pune as it is for me to leave it.  Or may be dat someone is me …love you – Pune.

Suddenly a lotta statesmanshipz on the deck.. Can’t believe the senior politicians of India, some are busy raising the dead,others are busy dis/honouring people posthumously.  And the media, the clouds of pandemic, jus got something to hit Swine flu with..

I appreciate the fact that these were the guys who challenged the dynastic rule of the Congress, fought and won for once. But, all this shows, how politically incorrect and flawed they got,on the issue..By going against the book and the idea, they also disagree that Congress, their anti, was equally responsible for the partition. Heh.. They are supporting their competitors and going against Jinaah who doesn’t exist and alas exposing the gaping crevices in the party to one and all..Congress is good, journalists in Pak are happy, what about BJP?

Now coming back to reality.. Half of Pakistan is burning & rest of India is head on heels. How does it matter? To any of us.. History isn’t fact.. Its an interpretation. A thousand things happened in 1947, politically and socially; but none of us is concerned. Believe me if any of those stallwarts came to the 20th century and saw all this hoopla for nuthing, they might go back realizing that we are not worth their blood and sacrifice.

Just look @ the bigger picture.. Countries like the US have been free for 300 years now. Fortunately we got united into a nation by the British(whatever their motive). We are hardly 60 years old and competing with US, UK and China. Even countries as small as Japan, destroyed to pieces by WWII, made a
glorious come back.. Remember the tiny dot called Singapore, thats shining bright. And where do we stand? We are intellectually and Spiritually at par or even better than these nations, why should we waste our energy over issues as good as void? We must find new ways to strengthen our economy and innovate our way into the future.

And a line for all the parties here- Religion should follow Character, not vice versa.

wen sb said ‘life badi kutti cheez hai‘ they wanted to turn it this way but turned it that way;
the irony is, both ways its the same.

it makes you hate it n never let s you realize that you are hating it, rather u crap out thinkin that it sb you hate.the more you know this bitch, the more you hate it..& I hate it all the more wen  i don’t know the ‘hatest’ words. You hate it less, when you possess the derogsome lexicon, coz  then the hatred flows away with words. There are all these bloody intellectuals, canny foxes, stingy hounds that ar e already stiching the coffin and then there are these silly goddamn words that twist it all the more… like as if shit was not enough & the lexicon came up with bullshit again jus like life came up with swine flu wen flu had done enough.

words & words that add glamor to this baneful world
keep hanging by
like a pain in the a**
if life is an asshole
gaping wid open
jst for the words
to make it worse

i would have killed life, if it already wasn’t dead.
would have spread pain, if it wasn’t already spilling all ov’r.
would have eaten a cow, if its baby didn’t kill her already.
brought all the stars down to burn the peace on earth,
if it wasn’t already a  mess.
would have drunk the lava,
if the earth hadn’t wen we were born.
would destroy myself again,
if i ever found pieces of me by my grave…

if you h***  the lines above, its because you are supposed to.. B’lieve me you’ll come back to it some day..

PS: sb = somebody

Since childhood, they(teachers @school) taught us that hinduism follows idol worship whereas other religions like Islam do not.It was when I saw it while growing, suddenly our religion(hinduism) started seeming so ordinary, so base, so primitive. ‘ Why was it not matured like others..?’ I always argued that it was because Hindus could never come around the shapelessness of God(or the power, or of the unseen), that they created ‘idols’ to ‘depict ‘ God as if God could ever be confined to stones in shape of creatures..And  you would also be reminded that people acting /posing  to be Krishna, Rama, etc worsened the feeling. Hence, if there was one thing about Hinduism, I would have objected to, it was idol worship.

But while the beauty of a flower is visible, its nectar can only be discovered by a seeker. Inspite of this understanding in me, I often went to temples.. the aura there has always been tranquil & devine… just as it has been in case of gurudwara or a dargaah(could never visit a mosque). I was pondering over this view point lately when I realized it is mostly and only Hinduism , that still has an elborate space for idol worship, all others mostly don’t.  Seems good, their will to define the formless power succeed , but hindus…, they succeeded
in defining their will.

There is no cat fight here.

If any of us have studied Ayn Rand this should be clear.i believe that he aryans , from the very beginning were very conscious and spiritually mature humans.Since, religion should  give direction, the depicted God as idols. Mostly, idols resembling humans since, it is the human who is the pinnacle of ultimate power, mental & spiritual, the sublime realms. May be they wanted her to realize that the fountain of creation rests on human shoulders, and although nature itself i s supernatural, the whole game of worldliness & spiritualism revolves around her and evolves around her conscious.So , the focus to God is actually focus on her and hence the power depicted in her form. This should always remind her that there is no other power she should try to incline on, its her. Because, when she transcends
herself is when she becomes.. the power herself…

 These are few verses written by a friend of mine. I hv tried to keep evry spelling n case intact. This is too less an appreciation for such poets.neways,Dont go literally just by the words, read between them to understand.It luks plain and opposite, but there lies the rhetoric.

I wish …

I am not a perfect person

But I wish life was easy

For it keeps me on my nerves

Running all the while

So little time to breathe

Yet living discreetly

Panting like a shot tiger

Just when i feel my feet.

I am not a perfect person

But i feel so weak

For light keeps leaving me

Over to darkness

..

For the greater good

The December wind passes through me

And oh, it so cold

Cold like a dead phoenix

The child inside feels cold

And so does the soul

For all they could do now

Is wait for the light to return

I am not a perfect person

But I wish i was sinful

For I couldn’t care about my whiteness

The pureness inside me

Dying all the time

Playing with the lusty heart

Sometimes it goes wild

Disturbing the open sky

Painting it white again

For all it wants

Is a pure world again

I am not a perfect person

But I wish i could stop trying

Resting for sometime

To get myself together

Relaxing my tired bones

And paint a free river again

Which flows through every moment

That I have been throough

Reminding me of everything found

Everything lost

Every turn with a funeral

And every twist with a boy at hair shedding ceremony

Everything that smelled like camphor

And everything that had the fragrance of jasmine

Every single drop of tear that spoke

That sunk deep into the heart

That dried in the eyes

Every found penny

And every lost diamond

Every found love

And every lost one

Every longed phrase

And every silent word

For all I want is my happy world

My longed happy world

I am not a perfect person

But I wish

I wish …

Let me watch the night

Tall above the fake lights

See the aura of darkness

                     Realm of dreams, flirtatious desires

The rock and the butterflies

                    Shining in the moonlight.

The lusty crisp wind

                      The dimming yellow star

 They are many .. but far

                        Lost in deep bizarre..

One by one, they show up

                        Their luster in the haze

As the mortal clown

                         Dies dancing in the maze.

Misery pronounced from

                        The saga of a pointless sky

A life lost in

                         The eyes of passersby..

Only if I could pen it down while still watching the Saatvik Veena play. Guys, one could only say its wine to the ears and spirit to the soul .

This time it was organized by the students our tribal school- the most wonderful gathering one could expect. Shri Salil V.Bhatt was on Veena and accompanied by Shri Mahendra Dangi over Tabla.

Does greatness come from excellence or vice versa…? I over trying to solve this egg-chicken riddle while he patiently explained the basics of swar, raagas to attentive students there.The raag he played that day was raag ‘Nat Bhairav’, one of the morning raagas, hidden in the strings ready to create a cosmic commotion in all of us.

The story of creation, as is began again with the strings of the Veena. Its a pure rhythm, a spring of ‘nirmal jal’, a devine resonance. Once pulled a string, it resonated for around 15-20 seconds… could you believe that! It justifies its name. While he was playing it and doing that so well those are few moments when respect for ‘manhood’, for men reaches the zenith.. I had even started thinking that ‘only a Man could play so well’…

Hey, could say no less for the tabla, when it joined her, there was a shower of tunes. It was like the beatiful yearning of an angel , (determined to complete the cycle of creating) Veena , now had a duo to dance hand in hand. Both of them so fertile, so pure yet so free and totally in sync.. like God had a partner now..

Simply putting it, we pride in taking work as worship.Think of these patrons of art, for whom ‘worship is work’ because it sounded no less than worship; an additional prayer is just a formality.

mmmm .. Hope I could play it too.. Jus citing an incident, One day I was very off and low when i picked up a friend’s guitar and started playing it. First slowly and then fast, puttin in my own random tunes , wild at heart but focussed on strings. When i finally stopped ,after about 1/2 hour, I felt great relief, a calmness in me, a new me…

Moral …?If random plucks of a string cause so much positive vibration imagine the beauty of the conscious of such maestros- Its a life worthy dying for & worth living.

Y sneak from behind the woods ?

when your lady

waits on the Road

the road through the Woods..

on the dark road

With the door open.

Open though for you,

the worst of the World

the dust, the heat

burn her, haunt her

trickle the blood

of Lust, of Pain..

Oh sweet dilemma ..

that honeyed Torment

sitting on  the Edge

the sceptre of Vengeance

thy arrows through me

So killing

so craving

so moving

so yearning

that butterflies Fly away..

When she goes down

and dies her Heart out

The dragons shall Sneak in

and

the Woods shall Burn…..