TOMMOROW KA TODAY

Tommorow is a dream. (2)

Living tomorrow today
is a pitiful sorrow.
Sightseeing the future
lying, makes me hollow.

Tomorrow is a dream. (2)

I wish to sprint the farthest ever.
I wish to peak the highest ever.
I wish to seek the bestest ever.

Tomorrow will it happen.
For I will spruce up today.
To triumph tomorrow
I will start living today.

Tomorrow is a dream. (2)

You may have any say.
But I have my escape.
For tomorrow to be there,
today will I reshape.

Tomorrow is a dream.
Today will I enlive it.

Tomorrow is no dream.(2)

WORLD AT MY FEET

Been there, Done that.
Within the four walls
I sense the world
that so very enthrals .
The truth of my imagining
for me to derive
is enough, more than,
a feel of kicking alive.

I see and touch,
and taste and hear.
I feel and sense
and play and cheer.
What all I desire
I heartily croon
without ever
stepping out of my room.

I have it in me
and so do you.
To wander around,
spot out of the blue.
Imagine and think
and create and sing.
The world is your playhouse
and you are King.

THE BIPOLAR ME

I am in deep shock. I knew there was a problem but this... Having to take medication does not fit in my scheme of things but now I guess I will have to get a little lighter with Lithium!
Being identified as suffering from Bipolar Disorder is not easy. It means all my efforts, my techniques, my ideas are all quite zilch. It means I really do not possess any super powers nor am I superior to anybody except when it comes to my eccentric brain with which I easily lead the lot. It makes up for a valid reason for my Ex dumping me or my Boss sounding a queer warning everytime or my writings having contrasting patterns and people around, in general finding me weird. Does it mean the things I had done or perceived till now was just an adverse reaction of a chemical locha in the bheja? Am flummoxed spell-bound chup!!
My friends (even the non-existant ones) have the I-TOLD-YOU-SO look on their faces. I had been warned many times about the supposed crack in my topmost sector. My mood swings had got their goat (though fun at times). An alternating sequence of depressing and uplifting time chapters in life is just too hard to take. I join the Britney Spears Club now, but am I supposed to be happy with it?
Where do I go from here? or should I ask 'Where do I stand now?
Maria feels sad for me, but I do not know how to reciprocate her gestures cuz she doesn't exist anyway. Boy, I guess its gonna be extreme Low for the next few days until I can get back to my extreme Mania. Keep away!!

BAMBAI KI SARDI !

A cold wave has swept the city. Brrrr...Temperatures are dropping day by day. People everywhere are covered from head to toe. Designers are getting creative with new stylized jackets sweaters mufflers ponchos stoles...even monkey-caps. One lingerie designer has racy woolies displayed at his various stores. People walk with robotic movements with their hands in their own pockets for a change, and that’s nothing to do with style this time. Nobody on the streets with people so used to flaunt their bindass attitude with their top one two buttons undone…and females, with no display of flesh. Boy, am I dejected? Nobody wants to latkofy from the train doors, welcoming the warmth generated in the crowed indoors. People crowd around at roadsides taking shekoti from the lighted fire. Couples (not only girl+boy) do not feel the need to escape to Matheran Mahableshwar Khandala Lonavla for whatever gratification. People eat garma-garam bhajias and drink hot tea and this time have got a valid reason for the evening coupla' pegs. Electricity costs are at an all time low with people switching off fans ACs coolers. Someday it will snow and we will have ice golas made of them with flavours of kala-katta and raspberry and orange.

But the thin-blooded people of Bombay are sssshivering…and anything which is not to their liking or comfort is instantly disliked. They rant and crib and phone their relatives in far off places and tell them (with the chattering of teeth for added effect) about the bitter cold. ...while I sit in the loo and crap!
Bapu knocks at the door and shouts, "how much more time?!! Come out and go take a bath.”
Bath! I wonder, with water!! Am gonna be a dead man!!!

IN BAD TASTE

I know I got it all wrong.
I took my friend out for a drink and while he was not looking, spat into his beer.
He drank it all down to the last drop.
He did not deserve this with all what he did to annoy me.
I should have pissed in his mug instead.

TICK-TALK!!!

K: Tell me, why is the sky Green?
M: Because it was meant to be that way.
K: Who made it that way?
M: God.
K: He created this planet?!
M: Not just this but everything that ever is and everything that is not.
K: Ha! How do you know?
M: Because I am one with him and I know.
K: Is that possible? I mean He's God!!
M: God is belief faith truth in yourself. He is one and same, may it be a person or thing.
K: Then can I too know Him better?
M: Can you? Thats exactly what stops you from getting there!
K: You mean if I just believe, thats enough.
M: (smiles)
K: Coool!!!! But tell me, suppose, what if he had choosen some other color for the sky instead of green...like suppose Blue?
M: Then...we would have had a real problem! (winks)
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6:45pm
Anita: normal is boring.

7:00pm
Anita: Who is Mr. Normal?