LIFE

I am writing this sitting on my bed on a cold Sunday night looking at the innocent drops falling from above. The wind keeps blowing and and the night keeps getting darker and darker. I am a sentimental man. I cry,I smile,I laugh,I hug. Thats how i live.

It was almost seven in the evening when i was walking in front of a house. I heard a door opening. I could smell food prepared and ready to be served. The door opened and two expectant were looking at me with curiosity and a feeling of enoromous happiness. I realised i was strolling in front of a house being the apparent son of a waiting mother. There was so much to be told and so much to be heard. A day's work, a relaxed mind, two old hands and the smoke of incense sticks. Mother, a feel of perfection, an ocean of purity, the reflection of god. Every fold of her skin on her face had a story to be told. Every ray of light gave her a moment of anxiousness. The cuddles at night, the warmth in the cold, those sacrifices made and those sweets in the boxes. I didn't expect a face, in a dimly lit room, through a half open door could spill a tear from my eyes.

The door opened and two other old hands rested on her. I saw a photoframe of a boy on the wall.

"He is not going to come".

"We have lost him."

I could see her eyes wet as the door slowly closed in the vicinity of a fading light. Tears in my eyes and it started raining too.

लीन्किन पार्क

लीन्किन पार्क का एक बहुत सुन्दर गाना । इस गाने कि विडियो भी बहुत ही सराह नीय योग्य है । :

In this farewell,
There’s no blood,
There’s no alibi.
‘Cause I’ve drawn regret,
From the truth,
Of a thousand lies.

So let mercy come,
And wash away…

What I’ve Done.
I’ll face myself,
To cross out what I’ve become.
Erase myself,
And let go of what I’ve done.

Put to rest,
What you thought of me.
While I clean this slate,
With the hands,
Of uncertainty.

So let mercy come,
And wash away…


What I’ve Done.
I’ll face myself,
To cross out what I’ve become.
Erase myself,
And let go of what I’ve done.

For What I’ve Done

I'll start again,
And whatever pain may come.
Today this ends,
I’m forgiving what I’ve done.

I’ll face myself,
To cross out what I’ve become.
Erase myself,
And let go of what I’ve done.
What I’ve done.


Forgiving What I’ve Done.

Black Friday

Saw this "awesome" movie yesterday. Its unbelievable. The intensity with which K K Menon interrogates the arrested is spellbounding. The red light in the background, K K's voice, the fear and the "i haven't done anything" attitude in the people arrested just takes you off to another world. Black Friday is a quality product. It really does what its supposed to do. Really Black. Hats off to Anurag Kashyap for making such a hard hitting movie. A must watch.
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Some old wise man once said, nothing is permanent, everything thing in this whole world dances to a tune. A tune which was/is/will be never understood by humans.As i sit infront of this computer to write about the beauty of relativity i realise that whatever i write here will make sense only to me and that sense is also "relative" in nature and "changes". whatever. init 0

Checking Out

Its time for all of us to say good bye to this beautiful place. I still remember setting up my bed and washing my clothes for the first time in bulk. :). I missed my mother. I missed home so much.Its all the same now. I ll miss my home.I ll miss this feeling. weird!! Cut the crap. init 0