Where?

Journey back to you,
Or to hell,
Or to either ?

Each of them sounds similar to the second. Or it is more like the BUDDHA'S middle way (here to hell), in between two worlds, each worse then the words after and before it.

As for me, Well I choose none...

"I m still scared to face the minutes turning to hours,
In proximity to the aligned stars."

BAY OF BOMBS(BOMBAY) - 27/11

Bombay (I prefer attaching my association with the city's old name) turned into a "BAY OF BOMBS"..
I M IN A STATE OF HORROR , DISBELIEF AND SHOCK!

The mass killing of "innocent, unaware and the most normal" human beings in the BOMBAY ATTACK, is the most ridiculous thing, happened to India.
The target placed on HOTEL TAJ has left me to think and rethink about the post independence emotions attached with the hotel.
I m Thinking about those people who left the hotel minutes before this bloody attack!
I m thinking about those people who entered the hotel minutes before this bloody attack!
I m enveloped in the grieve cries of the families and friends who had plans for the future together
I m unable to speak for the most normal people like ME like YOU who could have been there..
I m tired now to avoid thinking about the exact scene, the people who were stuck in there, the corridors, the rooms, the walls of the hotel.
I m stuck between the voluminous sounds of bullets and granites .
I cant control the stream of tears when I replace myself being in such a situation.

Hope Bombay-iits gain "hopes" to have a peaceful many-tomorrows to come..
Hope the courage of the innocent and the bravest of the souls rests in peace...
Hope this city rises against all the odds done to it in less than a quarter of this week....
Hope the citizens of Bombay be the one to install the awakening in the nerves of a common Indian, for out ruling even the slightest of intentions of the terrorists out and out of our OUR LAND!

Day is not far when The attack of the Taj hotel Bombay will turn into TAJ MAHAL.. because ultimately the terrorists motives were to strike and hit at the "minds and hearts" of an average Indian...That day is not far..

If something has to be done, the beginning has marked itself, on its own, for us to begun.. here and now!!

Nangloi to Mumbai- Bus No.910(sayyed Nangloi) !

"Jaats are really funny"
Cant say about those who are from the sub-urbs or urbs or rural areas but the Delhi ones are hilarious. And the one jaat I wanna talk bout here is the conductor of the morning blue-line I board.

He is a funny guy. He is a very funny guy. He is a very very funny guy. Leaving everything aside I think he is REALLY FUNNY.

He even asks his fellow driver to stop the bus until and unless i reach the stop(mind you its no college bus. no private bus its a BLUE-LINE). And often he discounts me on tickets.(ok these things are not funny!)

BUT TODAY HE BROKE ALL RECORDS OF FUNNYNESS! :D

This female entered the bus and said "bhaiya(brother) ye bus nangloi jaayegi"
hahah.. this bhaiya said "Na nangloi na jaaygei.. je to mumbai jaaygei" !! :P :P hahah..
saying this he abused in his harsh yet sweet jaat lingo, adjusted his shirt a little bit.
Standing next to me he grumbled something and said.. "meddem(not madam) je log chadh jaate hain apne baap ki gaddi samajh ke, ticket lene ke naam pe meddem poochte hain ye gaddi kahan jaayegi. Nai meddem aap batao.. Je nangloi likha hai saamne board pe toh Nangloi hi jaayegi na.. ki mumbai jaaygei..(abused again) !!

I don't know and I cant explain, how i managed to "kill" literally kill my burst of laughters. But I expressed my concern by giving a serious look of understanding.

he said : Meddem.... (someone called him for ticket.. he left.. n by that time my stop came)

I immediately messaged my frens about this hiliarios-tic episode ! :P
:) everymorning I meet this playful, funny and typical jaat conductor. Something to boast for a good start everyday .. sigh !

My Japanese Lectures

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Kaleidoscope Heart.

The Golden ray of the sun above everyones head on earth, fell on a Kaleidoscope.

That golden ray split into multitudes of beaming rays, with which a thousand mirrors inside became so bright and alive, inside the Kaleidescope. And when anyone saw those mirrors they smiled... they actually saw the beautiful symmetric pattern of that Kaleidoscope.

I m the Kaleidoscope, however that Golden ray of sun has gone.

Wherever the golden beam goes may it brings life to a Kaleidoscope.. which has only mirrors.. waiting for a Golden ray to fall on them.. !!

as what he felt.. "My Love for her.."

I'm falling apart,
Some one tether my heart.
My eyes are gleaming in past,
Bringing, what once was a part,
Part of the resting peace
of chiming laughter’s and fond memories..

The joy in her eyes of her first love at first sight
ached me so much so..
I felt someone took away my dearest one ,
compared to whom I may find none..
I felt my breaths were short,
I panicked for days
I burnt cigarette to ashes for smoke to be my cloak.

I sat with her on the night before her wedding day
I asked her if she remembered our childhood plays?
She giggled on some cycle rides where she would fell down and cry
She made faces as similar as those days,
Where I would kiss her forehead and she would rest and sleep the same way.
But then she stopped near her dressing gown and asked me how she looked?
I shifted a little and asked her again does she remember how she never ate without me?
She smiled unknowingly,
And dear! How curvy is the twitch of her mouth
She jerked me a little and said.. “of course I remember it, did I ever ate without you at the dinner seat?”
Something touched my heart when it felt she still remember it all.
I looked up to see her face
The love she had for him shook my nerve of loving her for this long..
I took her in my arms, kissed her forehead
And hastily moved out of my princess chamber.
I couldn’t sleep that night
I could hear her soft murmurs and occasional giggles of anxiety
As she spoke to her would be groom on phone
Unmistakably it was her I’m-so-happy tone.
I knew she was so happy about living her life with him
So I pulled myself away from breaking down in front of her

It was a strange morning as it signaled something annoying
Not even today did it bring any change in her longing
I prayed today, holding the corner of the desk
I prayed for her everlasting happiness and god bring her wealth
Something cried inside of my heart
Did I really wish for her all this, With all my heart?
I confronted the flying emotions, those days which we spend with each other

Throughout the ceremony she looked under the light of a moon
Her eyes dint blink when she saw him
And he, I felt was the luckiest of all!
He came to me, Shook my hand
In a gesture so prompt we exchanged smiles as garlands
So strange were my emotions,
I couldnt cry neither could I betray the wedding notions
She came and stood in between both of us
She held my hand from her left and curled the right on his waist
I smiled as I found did I miss her to be growing that far?
Embarrassed she pulled her hand away from his
And stepped back to embrace
Someone to whom she was everything..

I thought for a moment she is not my mine now
So let them be on their own
Let their folks compliment the pair from the heaven’s home

My folks thought I was a merry man
They spoke of my only asset
The love I carried for her in my heart
They said I was partial crazy amongst all
I chuckled and raised a toast
To her and with whom her future beholds

It was time now to set them in car
She almost sat in, careful not to step on her gown..
When suddenly she came out and stood in front of me
She spoke of my grey hair and asked me to get them dyed
I laughed aloud as everyone stared
She pulled me down with my tie
As a baby she would always do so and bend me down to listen to her
She said at this time “I will miss you pa..
You are the first man of my life..”
A tear curled down her pink makeup
Panicking at them as usual I wiped them with my coat’s cuff

I took her by the hand and made her settle down in the car
I told him to take care of her with a punch
He chuckled and winked
I set them off to the road of endless joys and happiness.
With blessing from all my heart.

(the first four line are written by Rikki) :)

Edge

I move towards the edge.
I don’t know what lies beyond that edge.
But something is their which keeps pulling me every now and then.
I move towards the edge
It pulls, it gravitates me and I stop.
Often I keep standing on the edge.. I m thankful toh it for binding me for so long..
The edge Is u

The rationale behind 'me' being 'I'

"... I m not under that cloud which will walk past and never know who all wanted it.. I m undre the cloud which offer rains.. which shadows the sun.. I m under that cloud of wishes which knows not what to do but knows what its always been doing.. "


"Their is no part of the encounter between a man and a woman.. where a woman feels more cherished, more, enveloped in the man's desire than in the preliminary kisses and caresses that lead to intercourse..."


" ... I crossed my heart to speak to you when I had that momentum of faith and wishfullness, that was the time I made an undying wish to be with you, it was then only that I begged, looking in your eyes, to let me die in your arms .. and never wake up.. !!
that moment of lucid confession, I want you to remember it all... "


"... I cant bring myself to explainng what I felt, you might just partially be knowing this.. something which is Flashed to the memory (a moment of kiss, a moment of embrace, a simple moment of love) .. the exact feeling comes when a similar moment happens.."


".. For all this time I felt home with words. I thought I know when and where I can shape according to my need and beleif.. !!
but what I feel now is Love, I should just give up on this territory, and I want you to forget everything Bad Or worse, and if it remains try and fix it with all good, that has past.. I cpuld never hurt You be it what so ever.. !! "


"..Sometimes the most simple things in Life are so hard to assert.. As grows the simplicty the ways to reach them becomes difficult... Avoid being simple N choose complexity over all!!.. "


"..People reach the limits of getting over with something when they get BORED, When do we get excess of anything that we get over them?? "


"..Sometimes skulls are thick..sometimes hearts are vaccant.. sometimes simply Words don't work.."