Mujhe dar hai toh bas is baat ki, ki jab yeh silsila khatm hoga toh sirf Nishaan rahange dard nehi hoga. Aur dard ke bina mein kya....
Monday, March 30, 2009
Life...
Mujhe dar hai toh bas is baat ki, ki jab yeh silsila khatm hoga toh sirf Nishaan rahange dard nehi hoga. Aur dard ke bina mein kya....
Thursday, March 26, 2009
O my God, Freud
Honey: All you can think of is sex, sex and more sex.
Old freak: It’s not about sex honey, it’s about acceptance
Honey: it’s not about acceptance, you old freak; it is all about your selfish EGO.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Monday, March 9, 2009
Garwhal Trip
Hi, I am back from a trip to the mountains. Been many places learned lot of things, suffered two days of food poisoning. Can go on and on, on this. But lack of time does not permit me to. So posting photographs with captions.
But I promise to give details of my trip soon.
After a long day of Rafting.
Imagine staying in a place like this, Gupt kashi, I know a guy who built small stone house there and practises yoga.
Gupt kashi (again)
Yes, I was among privileged few to be practising yoga in banks of River Ganga. (Camp Rapid Fire.
And rappelling too... (Camp rapid fire again)
I don't know why i put this photograph.
Preparing the raft.
Now what else do you want. River, mountains and sunrise.
Can't believe people pay for doing this.
step farming.
Temped River Tehri
And the river runs dry.
the river runs wild (Mori tons valley)
Best chef known at work.
Made some crazy friends
what else should I say.
Temple for the braves at Hanol
Mohanda at work
Over Night stay at Gujjar's
On the road again.
Uttar Kashi
But I promise to give details of my trip soon.
After a long day of Rafting.
Imagine staying in a place like this, Gupt kashi, I know a guy who built small stone house there and practises yoga.
Gupt kashi (again)
Yes, I was among privileged few to be practising yoga in banks of River Ganga. (Camp Rapid Fire.
And rappelling too... (Camp rapid fire again)
I don't know why i put this photograph.
Preparing the raft.
Now what else do you want. River, mountains and sunrise.
Can't believe people pay for doing this.
step farming.
Temped River Tehri
And the river runs dry.
the river runs wild (Mori tons valley)
Best chef known at work.
Made some crazy friends
what else should I say.
Temple for the braves at Hanol
Mohanda at work
Over Night stay at Gujjar's
On the road again.
Uttar Kashi
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
A Dream
My last one year went terrible and till today I don’t see things getting better in any way. The other night I thought of finishing it. Just finish, I thought I had enough of this shit. I know this would be easy, at least easier than living for another moment. Just cutting my wrist deep enough to bleed, that will do the trick, clean and easy. Just thought of giving myself a last nap; last meditation the last meandering that will help me cut out from the source.
I slept, I slept for a while…. “Time to wake up friend” I heard a voice. The voice very familiar, yet could not tell whose it was. No point thinking about the voice I woke up, hell lot of things to do… first write a suicide note; be sure nobody gets the blame for it. Deleting my call records from my mobile; what else? “Are you listening to me? Why the hell do you ignore me so much?” by this time I knew the voice was coming from inside me, but I had enough reasons to ignore it. Fair enough where can I find a clean piece of paper I did not wanted to make the note long. “WAIT…… ENOUGH”.
The scream startled me, I stopped. “What the hell are you going to do? You are going to leave me? LEAVE ME?” I tried to reply but “now you shut up and listen to me, I have been hearing you for very long time quietly, now it is your turn to listen and I shall speak.” Said the voice and continued….
“Do you remember me? Do you know who I am? I was there with you when you took your first breath and you cried of excruciating pain. The world welcomed you with joy and it rained. I was with you when fragrance of your mother reached you and colours that you saw formed shapes. You surely don’t remember that do you? I was with you when sounds that you made meant nothing to others even then those sounds made complete sense to me. When your brother taught you to say dada before you could say any other word not even Maa I was with you watching him dance out of great happiness. I was with you when you waited for Papa to come back from his office and you pressed his feet all night long. Do you remember your first day at school when you sat crying in your class room while your mother waited out side under the bright hot sun? And this went on over a year. Remember you took five whole minutes just to say ‘yes’ when your teacher asked if you have done your home work. That was your first lie.”
They had to send you to a boarding school and you could not even tie you shoe laces and they cried for they had to leave you. You cried, sitting alone in the darkness, you ignored me then you are ignoring me now. You survived those days when your seniors beat the hell out of you for being too strong and too weak at the same time. I was with you when you chewed up half of the pillow while nervously waiting for class tenth results. And then you left them hoping for the future, hopping for the sky. You came to Delhi and I came along. You went to your college and you saw her. She smiled and greeted and you fell in love. You wrote her a précised mail and waited for a reply which never came. Then you went to tormented Gujarat, shattered were their present but dreams were still alive and you became friends. You came back and life moved on. You saw her again but this time with a different face she gave you gifts and you became friends. You expressed your feeling to her and she said “take it as a joke” life goes on.
I was with you when you picked up your first camera. You became a traveller a photographer and you got a job of a traveller and a photographer. And I travelled along. You learned about problems that you did not know existed. You were hurt by their pain and then became numb towards them. I was with you all the while when you had long conversations with your brother and with your friends or when you read in solitude. And then you started running. You ran when it rain, you ran when it did not rain, you ran when it was hot or it was cold. You ran and you ran. And I ran along. You became strong and I was strong with you. Then you saw her again, this time crying for some other guy, you consoled her and wrote her a poem. You gave her chocolates and kissed her hand and she said she loves you just to leave you again.”
Wake up, wake up tring tring tring , wake up wake up tring tring tring . Gosh it’s five O clock already. I got off my bed. Wore my running shoes opened the door and started running, started living.
I slept, I slept for a while…. “Time to wake up friend” I heard a voice. The voice very familiar, yet could not tell whose it was. No point thinking about the voice I woke up, hell lot of things to do… first write a suicide note; be sure nobody gets the blame for it. Deleting my call records from my mobile; what else? “Are you listening to me? Why the hell do you ignore me so much?” by this time I knew the voice was coming from inside me, but I had enough reasons to ignore it. Fair enough where can I find a clean piece of paper I did not wanted to make the note long. “WAIT…… ENOUGH”.
The scream startled me, I stopped. “What the hell are you going to do? You are going to leave me? LEAVE ME?” I tried to reply but “now you shut up and listen to me, I have been hearing you for very long time quietly, now it is your turn to listen and I shall speak.” Said the voice and continued….
“Do you remember me? Do you know who I am? I was there with you when you took your first breath and you cried of excruciating pain. The world welcomed you with joy and it rained. I was with you when fragrance of your mother reached you and colours that you saw formed shapes. You surely don’t remember that do you? I was with you when sounds that you made meant nothing to others even then those sounds made complete sense to me. When your brother taught you to say dada before you could say any other word not even Maa I was with you watching him dance out of great happiness. I was with you when you waited for Papa to come back from his office and you pressed his feet all night long. Do you remember your first day at school when you sat crying in your class room while your mother waited out side under the bright hot sun? And this went on over a year. Remember you took five whole minutes just to say ‘yes’ when your teacher asked if you have done your home work. That was your first lie.”
They had to send you to a boarding school and you could not even tie you shoe laces and they cried for they had to leave you. You cried, sitting alone in the darkness, you ignored me then you are ignoring me now. You survived those days when your seniors beat the hell out of you for being too strong and too weak at the same time. I was with you when you chewed up half of the pillow while nervously waiting for class tenth results. And then you left them hoping for the future, hopping for the sky. You came to Delhi and I came along. You went to your college and you saw her. She smiled and greeted and you fell in love. You wrote her a précised mail and waited for a reply which never came. Then you went to tormented Gujarat, shattered were their present but dreams were still alive and you became friends. You came back and life moved on. You saw her again but this time with a different face she gave you gifts and you became friends. You expressed your feeling to her and she said “take it as a joke” life goes on.
I was with you when you picked up your first camera. You became a traveller a photographer and you got a job of a traveller and a photographer. And I travelled along. You learned about problems that you did not know existed. You were hurt by their pain and then became numb towards them. I was with you all the while when you had long conversations with your brother and with your friends or when you read in solitude. And then you started running. You ran when it rain, you ran when it did not rain, you ran when it was hot or it was cold. You ran and you ran. And I ran along. You became strong and I was strong with you. Then you saw her again, this time crying for some other guy, you consoled her and wrote her a poem. You gave her chocolates and kissed her hand and she said she loves you just to leave you again.”
Wake up, wake up tring tring tring , wake up wake up tring tring tring . Gosh it’s five O clock already. I got off my bed. Wore my running shoes opened the door and started running, started living.
Monday, February 16, 2009
Friends
After I started blogging I discovered, I am really a self obsessed guy. My sincere gratitude to those who accepted me for what I am.
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