December 3, 2015


hello, you!
yes, i'm talking to you!
you ain't your name
you ain't the owner of all that fame
this, is a different game
you ain't this 
you ain't that
stop! introspect!
before you put yourself to shame
it's time, to go inwards
and travel deep
seek a world beyond
what you can actually see
hold my hand 
be ready for the leap
what you see (now)
is only what you wish to see
broaden your vision
come with me, lad
let me show you the creek
the flow is the only constant
observe and see
nothing stops
for you and me
nobody will stop
for you and me
time is the only spectacle
we are not mere puppets
i hope you realize this
before you kick the bucket
there's much more to achieve
whilst we are here
wake up my lad
this is not a dream
neither the greens and the gold
nor the cement and the stones
will give you what you want
take refuge in knowledge
the sole heavenly abode
trust me and the take leap
for it only can protect you
from any dreadful grey-storm
be it at dusk, noon or at dawn
knowledge takes you from
the dark into the light
from ignorance to glorious sight
the only true nurturer
in whose lap we must rest
this life after all, ain't a simple test
drop it all
before it drops you
i am the soul
a free spirit
living with glee
flesh and bones
that's not me
that's not me
that's not me

September 22, 2015

Sher Ali’s Story

They were very very poor, he said.

His mother used to wash utensils in bade sahab’s house and get the remnant food for her kids. They were 4 in number, Ali being the eldest. They all had to wait for 24 more hours for their next so called meal.

Their clothes were torn and stitched in patches by their mother.

They never went to school.

But their mother taught them well, whatever little she knew, and Ali’s attitude and broad mindedness reflected the way he recited his past to me. He was not sad about his childhood, but pretty composed and neutral while talking about it.

As Ali grew older he wanted to start earning to support his family financially, seldom knowing where to start, as he had no education at all and neither knew what his skills were.

By observing he understood people and their temperaments, he said.

After several struggles (which he didn’t tell me explicitly) he got into driving autos.

But he also said that he never remembered any roads or lanes, chowks or blocks. He just drove, drove like that for the past 17 years. (yes, he did have a license.) He said that he had a huge no. of clientele as he connected with all his clients and felt responsible for them until he safely dropped them to their destination.

This attitude of his literally blew my mind! I had never heard any driver say this!!

He also said that he loved talking and hated being quiet during the rides.

Only since the past 1 year he had started driving cars. He said that once he sets his mind onto something, he would have the fire within him until he was successful. He was driving a Toyota Etios now.

His determination was commendable!

He said that now he was really rich, he could buy a meal, a dress. These were big far-fetched dreams for him back then.

While he was talking to me, I received a message on my mobile, so my attention was there, he observed promptly and apologized for his chatter.

This again put me to awe as I didn’t expect such a courteous etiquette from a driver! I was stunned! He was quiet until I signaled him to continue his talk!!!

Ali continued by speaking about music; he said that he often heard old songs and that he related them with his life and found deeper meaning in it. He also said that they don’t make such good songs anymore.

He then said that he was fluent in Kannada and Hindi, and could manage Tamil and Malayalam. He also expressed his view on the few places he had visited in South India and shared his thoughts on the people there. To my surprise, it seemed to match with my own thoughts!! He spoke about the courteousness, unity, extent of helpfulness and the attitude of the people.

He also shared an embarrassing experience he had faced 6 years ago. He had to take a train to a particular place and instead of the correct train, he boarded the train that was on the other side of the platform as he didn’t know how to read. As time progressed he realized that he was going in the opposite direction, he got down and somehow found his way home. He said that he dreamed of taking a flight to Nagpur once but was scared to make the same mistake again.

This prompted him to ask me all about flight journeys and I with pleasure explained to him in the easiest possible manner whilst giving him a lot of analogies from day to day life about it, for him to easily relate to the process. He also asked me a lot of questions, a lot of relevant and sensible ones.

Could I have been more impressed!!!

My ride was coming to an end.

He finally said that he is married and has 3 children, and his wife left him a year ago. Though he tried a lot to bring her back, it didn’t work out. 

He said that he practically lived in this car, he would sleep when he felt sleepy and he would drive after that, eat whatever he found nearby and that was his life. His brother lived in the same city and often told Ali to come and stay with them. Ali said that he didn’t want to be a burden on him and that his brother was his own but his brothers’ wife and children were strangers after all, having their own life, struggles and activities. He fit nowhere in it.

I felt that his thinking on this whole situation was one of a matured person with great clarity. And there was a lot of truth in what he said.

He said that he often felt that he couldn’t do much for his parents and that his father loved to eat chicken. And now, every time he had chicken his throat chocked thinking about his father and he could never finish his order.

His deep love and attachment to his Late father was very touching.

I reached my destination, he stopped the car and apologized for talking so much and said that he liked talking to me. I told him that he needn’t apologize for anything and that I enjoyed the ride.

And that was all. He was gone and so was I.

But the impact he left on my mind was for quite some time.... 

September 7, 2015

The Peace Warrior

The scars embedded were deep
Muddled were the thoughts
Often wondered, how she got in
Into this ruthless rot

Consumed by melancholy
Introspecting this unfathomable fall
Straying in a frenzy that was deep
What Razia did, was weep

For all that was held dear, was bid adieu
In an effort to start anew
Seeking harmony, counting sheep
Little old Razia fell asleep

As the days fled
What grew was distress
She traded all that she was
For this pricey prince called peace

The middle path was steep
Adorned with thorn-like-freaks

Keeping herself at bay
Seldom bothering about the other monster
Razia limped forward with dismay
She leaned towards this peculiar light
That set her mighty soul ablaze
Alas her inner fire uplifted her 
from this golden massacre 

Peace peace peace
That's all she wanted to seek

She traded off her gold
For a stone, deep down
As she was, the peace warrior

Thus marks the end of the silent protest
Her only hope now, was to see
The light at the end of the tunnel

An extension
Razia, the peace warrior is someone who fights for peace, not someone who fights peacefully. A concoction of a myriad of upheavals lies within Razia. Comprehended by none, Razias' was a solo fight, a soul that was in plight. 

July 26, 2015

a happy goodbye

Endless hours of chitter chatter
Sharing happiness and pain
Now, no hello, no hi, no how are you
Damn, has it all gone in vain?

What used to be, is not what's now
I feel so sad for us
My friend, now you have changed a lot
This is beginning to be torturous

If we were meant to drift apart
Why did we ever meet
I tried my best and gave it too
Nowadays, you don't even bother to greet :|

Its ok pal, this is life
Accepted and  established by all
And now by me too,

By letting you go
I'm setting myself free
Moving to a different dimension
With loads of positivity! 

This marks the end of our journey.

July 16, 2015


If a person feels that he can control a person / a happening or a situation, he is, with due respects, a mighty fool!

This is sheer ignorance, perhaps a pure play of his ego as nothing is in anybody's control.

You may have an influence (good or bad) on a situation or a person, but can never control it, that's an illusion. 

That false feeling of gratification of soothing the ego makes people 'think' that they are 'in charge'. 

Heck, what's God for then? Has He allocated to you, a part of His work? 

So, to all the freaks around! Here's the bitter truth, you ain't in charge of anything!!!!! 

SO, stop bossing around.

Live & let live. It's simple. Get it?

In this world, we are just spectators of the events that happen in life. A wise man knows that and lives with that thought. Contribute to the situation, don't try to control it.

Well, some people just love all the false hype and illusion. What a pity!

I think its high time we popped that beautiful bubble of theirs! :P

What say, folks? 


January 26, 2015

Who am I ?

Every now and then we all go through what they call an 'identity crisis'!

Is it our nativity, personality, qualification, relationships or interests that defines us?
If so, won't that be a limitation, after all?

Despite of countless hours of pondering on the same, I fail to associate myself to one category, as I'm many things in one. We all are! I have many roles to play. It is a mere role after all, why should just a role define me?

Perhaps, I am nobody.

And then I think, why do I need to define myself? Who asked for it and why do I owe anybody an answer. The answer lies within me and it is for me to know.

The truth is, I can be anybody I want to, as I have that infinite capacity of being so. We set our boundaries. We set limitations. We play many roles in this life of ours, they all are passing phases. What remains is 'you'. That constant thing makes you see and observe these things, and that introspects. But wait, this is the mind, isn't it? So what are you, the mind?
What is the body for then? Just flesh and bones?

This thinking goes on and on...

The fact is, it is for you to chose... be anything you want to be...


"God, you think, God you are! Dust, you think, dust you are!"

So watch your thoughts! It's your life, let it be your call!

What now, amigo?
No man can walk out on his own story. I'm goin' back.
But why?
Because that's who I am.

[from the movie: Rango]