Turn Right

I know it’s very clichéd but the only way I can think of starting this post is with SRK dialogue from DDLJ when he tells Farida Jalal that he will not run away with Kajol; for his mother always said to him – “beta, zindagi ke har mod par tumhe do raaste milenge… ek sahi… ek galat. Galat raasta bohat asaan hoga, tumhein apni taraf kheechega. Aur sahi raasta bohat mushkil hoga. Us mein bohat si musibatein, bohat si pareshaniyaa hongi. Agar tum galat raaste pe chaloge, to ho sakta hai ki shuruat mein tumhein bohat kamyiabi mile, bohat khushiyan mile. Magar ant mein tumhaari haar hogi. Aur agar sahi raaste pe chaloge, to bhale shuruat mein kadam kadam pe tumhein thokre milen, musibaton ka saamna karna pade, pareshani ho. Magar ant mein, humesha jeet hogi.”
So true.
When faced with a problem, we most often chose the solution that is the easy one; compromising on the one that is the correct one. But then we wonder, would the outcome have been different if I had chosen the correct one? If one has to be in pain anyways, then why not be in pain and be correct as well? Why be in pain and then get even more pained regretting choosing this path as it is painful? Rather chose the correct path knowing that it is painful. At least it will give you the courage to face the pain that you know lies ahead.
Sometimes, it’s good to be correct. It’s good to know that you had the courage to be correct. It’s good to be hurting because of your own action rather than anyone else’s.
I lost today.
But it’s never too late, until you're dead they say.
So today I move from the wrong way to the right way. Today I write this here to remind every time I wonder if it was the right decision choosing this right way – that yes it was; to bring me back into focus every time I waver.
Today, I turn Right.
Today, I move onto the correct path. Today I begin my journey towards the day I will definitely win.

Until next time…

Khamoshi

Ek khamoshi hazaar batein keh jati hai
Kisi ko gham, kisi ko khushi de jati hai
Yu toh kehne ke liye kitna kuch hai zindagi mein
Par ye khamoshi hi sab kuch keh jaati hai

Kahan rehti hai ye khamoshi
Kisi ki nigaahon mein
Kisi ke dil mein
Kisi ke aasuon mein
Ek bhari mehfil mein

Bina bole sab raaz khol jaati hai
Ek khamoshi hazaar batein keh jati hai

Until next time...

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If or When

If tomorrow never comes..
I lie awake and I wonder..
What will it be like;
If tomorrow never comes..

But then I realize.. its not "If", its "When".

When tomorrow comes..
I lie awake and I wonder..
What will it be like;
When tomorrow does come..

I know its been a long time, nevertheless..
Until next time.
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Que sera, sera

The year's drawing to a close again.

Inevitably, I look back at the year gone by.
Regrets.
Questions.
What-if's and maybe's.
Joy.
Success.
Trips to bars that were crazy.

And then, unavoidably, I read the numerous forecasts for the year ahead.
Marriage?
Money?
Property and cars?
Sickness?
Even crazier trips to even wackier bars?

I breath deeply, and put aside the nth article I was reading titled "Your Stars in 2011" or some such thing for I realize that there is no point.
Of looking back.
Or ahead.

"Que sera, sera,
Whatever will be, will be;
The future's not ours to see.
Que sera, sera,
What will be, will be."

Until next time...
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One more down

Be grateful for what you have, not disgruntled for what you don't have. Life always evens out. You have something someone else would give their life to get. Look at that, for that's what matters.
Another year, another lesson.

Happy birthday, girl. 27 ain't that bad.

Until next time...
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The Last Look

Willy & Pep
3rd Oct 2000 - 22 Nov 2010.
There is so much to say about you two. How you come - tiny 50 paise coin sized super scared little babies. How we all collectively raised you, walked with you, fed you, didn't sleep when you didn't, held you, crawled with you, saw you grow to quarter plate size, toko you to the vet, got bitten by you, got scratched by you, played nosey with you... the list is endless.
Today it all boils down to one word: Goodbye. I dont know if I will ever see you again. So.
Goodbye.
God bless you, and may you live a 1000 years.
I'll remember u, I'll pray for u and I'll miss u.
Always.

Until next time...

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A Beautiful Poem - By Paash - Sent to me by a friend

Mehnat ki loot sabse khatarnak nahi hoti,
Police ki maar sabse khatarnak nahi hoti,
Gaddari, lobh ki mutthi sabse khatarnak nahi hoti.
Baithe bithaye pakde jana bura to hai,
Sahmi si chhup me jakde jana bura to hai,
Par sabse khatarnak nahi hoti.
Sabse khatarnak hota hai murda shanti se bhar jana,
Na hona tadap ka, sab kuch sahan kar jana,
Ghar se nikalna kaam par, aur kaam se loutkar ghar aana,
Sabse khatarnak hota hai,
Hamare sapno ka mar jana.

-- Paash

Until next time...

Bitter-Sweet

Kahin to dil mein yaadon ki ek suli gad jaati hai...
Kahin har ek tasveer bohat hi dhundali pad jaati hai..
Koi nayi dunia ke naye rangon mein khush rehta hai..
Koi sab kuch pake bhi ye man hi man kehta hai..

Somewhere hearts meet.
Somewhere hearts break.
All in this world.
Simultaneously.
So much joy, so much pain.
Someone's loss, Someone's gain.
I'm happy.
I'm sad.
I'm amazed at this bitch called life, one moment so bitter and the next so sweet.

Until next time...
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Laughing laughing the roads we'll cut

Hanste hanste, kat jaye raste,
Zindagi yuhii chalti rahe..
Khushi mile ya gum,
Badlenge na hum,
Duniya chahe badalti rahe..

Until next time...
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Dil tarasta hai ab, zindagi ke liye

Ek khalish dil ki, kya se kya kar gayi,
khushiyon ki aankh mein baarishen bhar gayi,
log apno se bhi bekhabar ho gaye, khushboen chool ke shok mein kho gaye,
khushboen chool ke shok mein kho gaye…

Pak jugna zara roshni ke liye,
Dil tarasta hai ab zindagi ke liye…

Surk phoolon ke jo narm saye mile, apno ki shakl mein jo paraye mile…
Surk phoolon ke jo narm saye mile, apno ki shakl mein jo paraye mile…
inke peeche zara sochke bhagiye, kachche rangon ki hai titliya dekhiye,
kachche rangon ki hai titliya dekhiye…

Ek pal hi mila tha khushi ke liye
Dil tarasta hai ab zindagi ke liye…

Ek khwaish mein thee sekdon aandhiyan, pal mein bhikre sabhi rishton ke ashiyan.
Ek khwaish mein thee sekdon aandhiyan, pal mein bhikre sabhi rishton ke ashiyan.
pyase lab ka yahi sabko haasil mila, justjoo dariya thee khusk sahil mila…
justjoo dariya thee khusk sahil mila.

Khoke neende kisi ajnabee ke liye,
Dil tarasta hai ab zindagi ke liye…

Until next time…

Apt

As the weather, so the mood.
Dark, gloomy, cold and wet.

Am in Blore and hating it again, but this time for a different reason.

Until next time

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What a start!

Dagdu seth ganpati at 7 AM. What a start to the day!
Ganpatti Bappa Morya!!

Until next time...

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Barbaric

Someone at the table next to mine is eating fish, and rice. And I can see the exact shape of the fish - tail fins and all.
Eeewww.

Until next time...

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When

When you have to pretend, when you have to keep up a facade, when you have to force yourself to talk to someone, when that someone used to be a good friend.
When you don't know what's up, when you don't know what will happen, when u can do nothing but sit and wait.
Then, it is Bloody. Fucking. Irritating.

Until next time...


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Boy

For the first time in my life I wish I was a boy. I could then get into one of these sleazy looking cabs and be on my way to Bombay, instead of waiting endlessly for a bus.
Uff.

Until next time..

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Beautiful

Here.
Posted on Tuesday, August 24, 2010.
By Bikram Snehi, soon-going-to-be-an-amazing-poet.

Until next time...

Once Upon a Time in Mumbai

This movie is not for us bombay-lovers. Its for those people who don't- or rather can't- understand why we love this city so much.
The city with a heart so big, with a compassion so strong and with opportunities so many.
It gives u whatever u want - money, power ,fame - and then as easily, as instantly takes it back. Betrayal is as common here as are all the above mentioned and people here betray only for one reason - who will be the king of Mumbai.

Until next time..


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Children of a lesser God versus Children of the Devil

From the past few days I have been noticing very strongly 2 different types of people in my world.
The sweeper in my office, the cleaning lady, the canteen boy who picks up my plate. Mild, unassuming they go about doing their work hoping to be inconspicous, not making eye contact and actually trying to not get noticed. When I say thank you, when I smile at them they get startled and scamper off hoping they didn't do anything wrong. These are the Children of a lesser God and my heart goes out to them. What did I do to get so much more then them in life? For them I wish abundant happines, prosperity and good luck - God knows they deserve it. For being so dedicated, so nice and so hardworking.

Then there is the second type of people - the autodrivers, the domestic help at home, the milkman. Aggressive, irritating and assholic they behave as if they own the world. They go about doing favors, not working. He is doing me a favor by letting me sit in his auto, she is doing me a favor by sweeping my floor - never mind that both are charging me exorbitant amounts of money for whatever it is that they are doing. These are the Children of the Devil and I wish with my whole heart that nothing good ever happens to them. May they live and die exactly like they are born - lowly guttural creatures. They don't deserve any better.

Until next time...



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By the way

By the way,
On the way,
Humko jo mili hai zindagi…
Gaati hai,
Hasti hai,
Badlii si hai zara!!
Roothe bhi,
Mane bhi,
Har lamha nayi hai zindagi…
Moody hai,
Ziddi hai,
Kya Kare kya pata!!

Rukte hain kahan hum roke se,
Chalte hain hawa ke jhonke se,
Apni to aisi hai zindagii – yeah!
Yahi apni adaa hai – kya Karen!
Koi bura jo mane – kya Karen!
Humse to hai khafa ab sabhi!

Jane do – chodho bhi!


Until next time…

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Some MBA Gyaan -- Off an email i received:

Said a tiger to a lion as they drank beside a pool,
"Tell me, why do you roar like a fool?"
"That's not foolish," replied the lion with a twinkle in his eyes.
"They call me king of all the beasts because I advertise."

A rabbit heard them talking and ran home like a streak.
He thought he would try the lion's plan,
but his roar was a squeak.
A fox came to investigate - and had his lunch in the woods.

The moral: When you advertise, be sure you've got the goods!

Until next time...