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Tuesday, October 8, 2013

Update #1

A lot has changed since two years. Frankly, I'd even forgotten that this blog existed. And, hardly remember the person who wrote it. Ah, the mist of time.

I sit down to write. My mind is simmering with thoughts. As I probe futher they escape from my grasp. Where should I begin?

The last night at college? People embracing. Nostalgia in the cigarette smoke. Yes, we will meet soon, I do not know when. We didn't reminiscence of the time gone by, instead, we made new memories that night. Alcohol induced emotion was abound. Papa Kehta Hain & Give Me Some Sunshine playing in the back-ground may have played a role in that.

I won't delve further now. I may when I find words that will do justice.

Back in Bangalore. A stranger in the home-town. Pune made me her own. She was the constant reflection, showing you the truth, and at times, showing you what you wanted to see. You knew her contours perfectly. She built your character.

As I walked out of Bangalore airport, I was apprehensive regarding what life had in store for me.

Skip forward to today. I've been working for 3 months at The Media Ant. What do I do there? In addition to playing the guitar at odd intervals and fantasizing about food, I create. I've changed and for once I'm sure its for the better.

Life is my favorite game. One moment, you're at a shack in Goa soaking in the sand, the next, cursing it for for what she's making you go through. Where could you get such entertainment?

Thats about it for now. Aate Rehna. More updates soon.

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

It Was.

When I think of school and the years gone by. There is a sense of detachment or actually, a forced sense of detachment. I have made myself forget, let go and move on as I did not have another way out.

It was a place witness to my life and lessons.
It was a friend and foe at once.
A lover all through.

It was those dark blue jeans which fitted in perfectly
The stereo which played the song
I was aching to hear.

It was a daily walk down memories
which were swept under the new ones
I would make that day and write about that night.

It was the friend who came to hold my hand
The teacher who taught me Integral Calculus.

It was the late night maggi
Midnight conversation where the darkness always had something to say.
 And I the silence to listen.

It was the two loaves of bread every week
and the five eggs per person.
The cold coffee which always came out perfect on a bad day or the night before a test.

It was the damball court shaded by trees
Whose branches I would ring and spread my arms
Serenading the falling petals.

It was the warm black sweater which went well with everything
The folk dance whose beats still play in some corner.
Shadowing the Manavu candle.

It was Music and Lyrics. Deception and Magic.
Assignments and Tests. Marks and Scars.
Bollywood and Blues.

It was the silence your steps matched and the trees swayed to.
Wherein for a few moments you could hear natures throbbing beat.

It was two friends.
Me and you.
Walking hand in hand with no words exchanged.

It was.

And will always be.

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Heartbreak Warfare

I wanted to write a poem tonight. And then I heard this song. 

Heartbreak Warfare - John Mayer

Lightning strikes
Inside, my chest to keep me up at night
Dream of ways
To make you understand my pain

Clouds of sulfur in the air
Bombs are falling everywhere
It's heartbreak warfare
Once you want it to begin,
No one really ever wins
In heartbreak warfare

If you want more love,
why don't you say so?
If you want more love,
why don't you say so?

Drop his name
Push it in and twist the knife again
Watch my face
As I pretend to feel no pain

Clouds of sulfur in the air
Bombs are falling everywhere
It's heartbreak warfare
Once you want it to begin,
No one really ever wins
In heartbreak warfare.

If you want more love,
why don't you say so?
If you want more love,
why don't you say so?

Just say so...

How come the only way to know how high you get me
is to see how far I fall
God only knows how much I'd love you if you let me
but I can't break through at all.

It's a heartbreak...

I don't care if we don't sleep at all tonight
Let's just fix this whole thing now
I swear to God we're gonna get it right
If you lay your weapon down
Red wine and ambien
You're talking shit again, it's heartbreak warfare
Good to know it's all a game
Disappointment has a name, it's heartbreak, heartbreak.

It's heartbreak warfare.
It's heartbreak warfare.
It's heartbreak warfare.

Wednesday, August 31, 2011


The bee waiting for the
flower to bloom.
The cup of chai
losing its steam. 
A soldiers widow still
groping for the familiar touch. 
A lover waiting for his beloved
as the darkness falls. 
Unspoken words
stained ink on paper.  
Written letters
locked in the cupboard. 
Eyes tightly shut. 
I am not sad she said no. Just happy I asked.