Few words...

This is not an original creation by me. It is my favorite hindi poem written in 'veer' ras... from the movie Gulaal, the soundtrack that accompanies it in the movie makes it even more engaging.... here it is आरम्भ है प्रचंड  बोले मस्तकों के झुण्ड आज जंग की घडी की तुम गुहार दो  आन बान शान या की जान का हो दान   आज एक धनुष के बाण पे उतार दो  जो मन करे सो प्राण दे जो मन करे सो प्राण ले  वही तो एक सर्व शक्तिमान है कृष्ण की पुकार है  ये भागवद का सार है  की युद्ध ही तो वीर का प्रमाण है कौरवों की भीड़ हो  या पांडवों की नीड़ हो  जो लड़ सका है वो ही तो महान है जीत की हवास नहीं किसी पे कोई वश नहीं  क्या ज़िन्दगी है ठोकरों पे मार दो   मौत अंत है नहीं तो मौत से भी क्यों डरें ये जाके आसमान में दहाड़ दो  आरम्भ है प्रचंड  बोले मस्तकों के झुण्ड आज जंग की घडी की तुम गुहार दो  आन बान शान या की जान का हो दान   आज एक धनुष के बाण पे उतार दो  आरम्भ है प्रचंड .... हो दया का भाव...

Always wanted to be the guy holding the guitar Always wanted that long drive in a luxuruious car Always wanted the gals to feel like I was their dream guy Always wanted to let the guys know I was a friend worth the try Always wanted to be the best at what I did Always wanted to keep pushing at that closed lid Always wanted to know about a thousand little things Always wanted to be the jack of all trades who  could outshine the so-called kings But between what I always wanted and what I was going to be came the the deep and turbulent ocean which we call reality Now what I am  is the guy holding the pen Now I want to shed light on things shoved into the dark and endless den Now I don't want to be any girl's dream guy for I'm sure the one who is yet to be would wake up from her dreams and on a day not so far,meet me. Now,I still want to be a master of my limited arts Still want to aim for the bull's eye never falling short of d...

Life moves on but these question marks remain Family? Love? Career? Future?  and many more storm my brain As a teenager I was told 'Work hard these two-three years' and a comfortable life will unfold But now I think if the truth be told those 'two or three years' will keep coming back till I get old After all hard work the question marks remain new if not the old ones losses accompany all that I gain But when I clear my head a little I realize that I have to find the answers for life is nothing but a riddle These question marks I have to erase albeit they'll be replaced by more because i'll never find what's on the other side until I gather the courage to knock on the door

Life's the longest journey that I have to endure My mind is my travel bag full of emotions that might not all be pure. And in that travel bag I keep memories of people that I knew or of those who played a role in my thousand different stories. There are some moments as well kept in there unintentionaly like that customary old cap fuzzy,but still reminding me where this journey began, unconditonally. In the end i pack hope on the top just like the flash light something to switch on in the dark and help me see everything right I zip it all up the emotions, the memories, the moments,the hope with the love in my heart glancing towards the horizon as me and my destination are still miles apart

It started, with the memories of loss of a person who i thought would never say bye. Then it went a bit further, in a pretty lousy manner it was really hard seeing my hopes of success almost die. Along came the summer, brought me back home was introduced to a 'professional' world where new people said hi. I got back to college, rains washed away my fears,my tears hope began to glisten again and i was ready to look into the sky. By the year end, things had improved quite a bit found a new friend to talk to to whom I just couldn't lie. Staring into the new year, I feel my goals are a bit more clear i can do a lot more than to look back and just cry.

 “I don’t repeat the same mistakes again”…. It is quite obvious, why would someone repeat the same mistakes again? But the problem is- it happens, more often than not, at least with me.  Sometimes, I get so influenced by the benefits I see in the present that the evident long-term repercussions of my doings seem trivial, they seem like the things which can be dealt with ‘when the time comes’. But they never are…. And once ‘the time comes’, I’m left longing for a time machine to go back in time and set things right.  I think “If I had an actual feel of this condition of mine back then… I would not have done the things the way I did”…. The question which keeps buzzing our minds is: ‘Am I doing the right thing?’ This stirs in me a thought, a wild wish which goes something like “Please god, give me an actual glimpse of my future, short as it may be, but please, let me have a taste of what’s coming if I continue living life the way I am right now.” Perhaps that is why some of...

Things change.... I realise this as i grow up, for the better, i always hope... people come ... and people go, affecting my life, in every possible way... Events occur... far too many of them, some bad,some good, changing the way i look at life... Fact is... there is a constant, the love in my heart, which i try not to wear out... Life goes on... as does time, synonymous with the tide, which waits for none... I am changin... as i move with that tide, for the better, i always hope...