I HAVE NEVER DIED BEFORE!

Life smiled at me once.
And I smiled right back.
Nothing more did I wish.
Nothing less did I lack.
But now this gloomy distance
Is slowly killing me.
More than I can take.
Not how I wished it to be.
I love you so much.
Right from my heart's core.
With you not around,
Each passing day I die a li'l more!

I-D-E-N-T-I-T-Y

I am a man of many faces.
None that I claim as my own.
I walk a hundred different paths.
None that ever leads me home.
Alive am I still and kicking.
With people wondering could it be how?
If there's something I gotta do
Then it well better be now.
But at times it gets me thinking,
How can I be just ME?
I wonder how long I'll take,
To be alive and yet free!

LOVE COUPLET

You and Me.
Eternity.

LONG DISTANCE

Believing what friends say
Is all up to you.
Though whatever they gotta say,
Usually comes true.
And in this unwarrented debate
Of long distance relationships.
They may have many stories to tell
And may offer you many tips.
But I need you to remember
And be assured by it too.
Come what may ever,
I will keep loving you.
Through the test of distance,
As time stretches it longer.
I know it will somehow work,
My heart only grows more fonder.

QUOTE OF THE MONTH

You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams - Dr. Seuss

WIMBLEDON 2009

I never was an avid tennis fan but then now that I am jobless with very little to do, I have been following Wimbledon like never before. And don't I got any company...yes I do...who else to give a fellow vela company then the king of all loafers - Max Mathan himself. And he's taken over my house...sprawled over my comfort purple fake-leather couch, binging over my potato fries and slurping that each last drop of pint beer. Why do I have to put of this nonsense? But I do not mind cause Winbledon has taken over my very interest.

Boy! I have never seen people sweat it out like this. It did take me many a match to get down with the intricate rules of the game and before the end I did have some clear favourites. I could have won some money had I bet some on my choices but I regret not cause the whole show has been one great blockbuster.

Federer won and how...voila! I sure bet he never would have had to work so hard for his other 14 grand slams. He won not cause he was the best. I did feel he was beatable though with the Roddick serves slamming past his ear. But then he brings so much consistency to his game and that's what has led him to victory all these years. In a few months he will have another trophy that he will cherish the most of all trophies won in his lifetime what with his wifey all preggers.

Roddick was all teary in the end and must be getting the similar feel that Andy Murray felt in the semi-finals...being so close and yet so far. BTW, Max feels Murray looks like a geek. Well I didn't ever give much thought to his thoughts!!!

The woman's finals well got a bit predictable. I knew Williams would win!! Those girls sure got a lot of firepower in there. "Happy realisation", says Maria. I catch hold of her and shove her back in the refrigerator. It will help numb her demented brain!! Well coming back though I secretly wished Elena Dementieva made it to the finals. She was kinda cute.

Max Mathan knuckles up MY last pint and offers me a sip. As I quench my thirst, he pegs up and asks me, "Dude, given a choice who would you sleep with...Venus or Serena Williams?"

Well am I just sad Wimbledon's come to a close!!!

BIRTHDAY WISHES

I would have been an atheist but for you!

Warm birthday wishes

Regards,

Marald Grumpus

Dugaya Grumpus

Angelus Grumpus

Maria Maria

Sana Lakhotia

Akshan Amin

Ismetara Ali

Haroun Dilnawaz
Nikky Hempton
Suhana

Max Mathan

Taraai

Zairo

Aditi Seth
Namitha Shetty
Anita Nair

WARRIOR RED

Look closer where my heart is bled

I better hurry up before am dead.

I know this very path I dread.

But its something better done than said.

All those people whom I led.

Have safely packed their bags and fled.

Am left alone with me instead.

And I sharpen with gusto my axe-head.

I have to go many miles ahead.

Will cut those who stop me to shreds.

My life hangs on a golden thread.

My Glory to the world will I spread.

MIS...ER...unABLE

Its not me, its you.
Get back, Don't just stare.
Leave me alone,
While I traverse the yellow moon.
Pick up the starts,
And let me end
This story of life and death.
With you that spans the distance;
Shimmering eyes with blue lens.
Its you who freed me high.
Its you who wont let me fly.

QUOTE OF THE DAY

"All I'm gonna do is just go on and do what I feel."
Jimi Hendrix

DAZED

I, look up the sky,
Over horizons, covering all sides.
Eyes searching some answers,
Looking for peace, trouble in my mind.
Why, why cant I cry?
Life is lonely, wish I could die.
High as the mountains.
My spirits, healing inside.

Oh, Where should I run away, is there someplace for me to hide.
I am stranded alone on the highway and I need you by my side.
How long can I go on like this when nothing seems alright.
Oh please tear the Heavens apart and shower me with light.

I flip a coin to know my fate and I try my luck in different ways,
But nothing seems to come off it and I am trying trying...
It could well be just a phase as I try to get out of this maze,
But I am now just too dazed and I am dying dying...Yeah!!

I, look up the sky,
Watching the dark clouds roll by.
Time brings in more memories.
Memories which ask, why do we hurry.
Dreams fall in from above.
You are the only one, I'll always love.
Far in the dark night sky.
The moon, still smiling bright.

THE FIRST ENCOUNTER

His eyes seek her's.

Pray her's seek his. 

Stretches his neck.

Balances on toes. 

Makes himself visible

Over the competitive crowd. 

A glimpse will make 

Her fall for him

But fails as far

As his believes go. 

Clapping of hands.
Raising of voice. 

Blue denim jacket. 

The pursuits on. 

Determined, a chance

He has to take. 

Walks out through,

Halts before his prey.
She turns around,

Her eyes meet his. 

"One black coffee, sugarless

please", she says. 

"...er...yes, ma'am sure",

He blurts and turns.

Disappears, never to 

Ever return again. 

WITHOUT

A soldier without his gun.
A father without his son.
A bald-head without his cap.
A pirate without an eyepatch.
A doughnut without a hole.
A aspirant without a goal.
A dog without a bone.
A king without a throne.
A kid without a friend.
A story without an end.
A magician without his tricks.
A rockband without their gigs.
A boss without a secretary.
A Tom without his Jerry.
A nut without a screw.
Me without You.

MY SASSY GIRL

Battered down already with a broken nose.

Sheltering myself from her raining blows.

For reasons best only known to her.

At her mercy, I unquestioningly suffer.

Since I have nowhere to hide or run,

I pick up courage and face the gun.

She shoots me but with her kohl-lined eyes.

Straight in my heart with a doubtful surprise.

With kisses and hugs she belies her part.

Am quizzed at her sudden change of heart.

For forgiveness, she weeps, cries and begs.

And then squarely kicks me between my legs.

 

GFY

You of silken hair and defiant smile,
LOSER TERA BAAP!

QUOTE OF THE MONTH

I'm so glad.
I'm so glad.
I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad.

-DEEP PURPLE

KEEP SMILING

Deftly she walks in little hurried steps,

Dispelling gloom with her glittery smile.

Light reflects from her pearly whites,

Illuminating me each fortunate time.

 

Like a Lotus in a dreary mudpond,

She beautifies each thing around.

Gets you addicted quick-fast

And sweeps you off the still ground.

 

Lucky am I to have met her.

I wish to part with her never.

Grow old girl, wrinkle and crinkle,

But keep that smile on forever.

 

 

MORNING DARK

I open my eyes to darkness.
There's nothing I wish to see but you.
I run my hand on
The other side of bed
The empty side,
The sheets still impressioning you.
Through watery eyes and runny nose
I hold your dupatta close.
Left behind, forgotten-on-purpose.
I take in your fragrance.
Your memories shared.
My sweeter side of life.
Only time I felt alive.
I jab the knife in my eyes.
I open my eyes to darkness.
There's nothing I wish to see but you.

JOURNEY OF A LIFETIME

I knew something unexpected was going to happen when a cat crossed my path. Damn pussy!! Its not as if I believe in superstitions but this was so like one of those days when you wake up with a strange feeling and each innocuous happening around seems as one big conspiracy against you. So much for my paranoid mind!!! I am already late. As always! And I am in a hurry walking two steps at a time desperately trying to avoid bumping into people especially the machimar bais and the gelled gay pickpockets loitering around at the station and like always there's too much of gardi.

Even before the train enters the station I can see people alighting and boarding, defying the universal law of inertia. But so is life here. A struggle against all laws -local and universal, legal and illegal. I need to act soon or I will be left stranded. I stand amongst the crowd and get pushed in without any effort of my own.

The mood inside is precipital. People stick in like maggots crowding in, holding on, hanging out. A fan blurs in above spewing out a hot torrent of air. A cacophony of voices fills in the crowded compartment as I try hard to get my bearings. Its only after a couple of stations past where more people get in reiterating the idea that space is infinite do I realise that I am actually standing on somebody's feet. But he has other things to think of for his face is being smashed between two smelly armpits. He reminds me of Shahrukh's character from his latest movie. This is the classic middle class man who leaves home in the morning listening to the tantrums of his wife and travels for hours in dingy trains suffocating himself to death, as his elder son surfs porn after smoking weed and his daughter is making plans of eloping with their call-center-employee neighbour, only to reach his workplace and be totally humiliated by his manic boss. As evening falls he makes his way back home to his dysfunctional family through the same frustrating bheed and as he lies down at bed at night, he questions his own worth in the world. This continues until he drops dead but it hardly matters. The world keeps spinning around.

Time flies to the tune of the clickety-click of the trains and I wonder where I have reached. I try hard not to give kamasutra poses but to no avail. Something hard sticks to my behind and before my mind can comprehend, the slick looking guy behind me whips out his blackberry from his front trouser pocket and holds it apologetically. Blackberry people traveling in trains too!! What has the world come to?! People lean left right and centre on me and there's this guy who keeps dripping spittle on my shirt as he sleeps nonchalantly amidst this chaos. Looking at his peacedom I hardly have the heart to wake him up. I let him dream on.

As the train chugs in at some station people gear up at the door and I get some place to breathe at the other end. And then I sight her. At the opposite station she stands, waiting for her train to arrive. I do not know who she is but she is just the sort of person I have been envisaging in my dreams each night. Clad in a bright red-orange salwar-kameez that accentuates her curves she waits, rather impatiently, with a hand at the hips. I love the way her nose crinkles as she looks at the far distance. I crane my neck to have a better view and she looks at me. For a moment our eyes meet and I feel a connection that transcends logic. Time stands still and the hullabaloo around fades away. Through her mascara eyes she radiates positivism and love which fills in each molecule of me. I feel my feet soar above the steel footboard and an aura of happiness envelops me. The train starts moving but our eyes stick to each other till the bend. Suddenly, I am not nerved by my surroundings. I feel like hugging each person around. I start hearing laughter around, which I had never noticed before. People in here, though quite stressed now seem joyous, as this journey is a part of their lives too. The physical exertion no longer tires me. The train crosses a river and a cool breeze wafts in and vivifies my senses. All of a sudden my entire outlook toward life has changed. That one moment has made me believe that there are better things in life to live for. I feel rejuvenated and refreshed and my zeal for life has doubled.

Babe, I don't care who you are but I am overtly thankful to you for making my day. Cheers!!

QUOTABLE QUOTES

"I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence, or insanity to anyone, but they've always worked for me."
Hunter S. Thompson


"Never tell anyone that you're writing a book, going on a diet, exercising, taking a course, or quitting smoking. They'll encourage you to death." - Lynn Johnston