The Final Encounter

I can see it coming over

Coming before time.

The wind which could blow people away

Had never seen it before

And even the skies were never

Never so blue & clear

& this fresh lush greenery

Was never to be seen

And this deep longing

To go back to the nature& lean

Was never bothering human mind

Not before this face off

Face-off between u, me &

The nature supreme

The stop watch is clicking

Counting the countdown

The final encounter between

Nature & we

Will she again be kind,

And set us free?

The Art Of Walking Away

For all those who always said
you were not worth a penny
not very few in number
they were surprisingly many

and carrying that negativity
that gloom, all the time
& nobody to stop them
from doing this heinous crime.

those poisonous scorpion
pointing stings at you.
leaving your chances of survival
reducing to very few.

but all this while
you were standing strong
& you never let anyone
or anything push you to wrong.

and then who cared about
what the world would say
by now you have mastered
the Art Of Walking Away.

The Pure State Of Being

And the space isn't that large

but big enough to have me in

for a recluse like me

its better than any heaven

at its leisurely walk

passing from the middle of the sky

to its abode in the west

when it's lights enter the room

from a huge window

inviting me to slide away

all fine curtains

& sit in its warmth

when i just wish to sit carelessly

soaking nothing but it's light

and i so dearly wish to tie

the sun, its light & me

& keep it still forever

with no memories from the past

no worries of the future

just now in the pure state of Being.

Is Just My Name

Don't say that you know me when you don't

you don't have any of my affections to flaunt.

you were never there to count my countless tears.

i have gracefully accepted all blows with my heart bare.

you never offered your supporting shoulders to me.

i stood on my own pushing, slaughtering many

in the dark night when i felt lonely & scared.

you were lost, busy away & hardly ever cared.

and you know nothing about what all did I go through

and how rarely did I smile with reasons few.

now to see you demanding my old self sounds so lame.

That all you know about me now is just my name.

and that wait never ends

and that wait never ends

    is on for several years

          hundreds of hours

                   millions of minutes

and these sleepless eyes

        they never blink

              not for a second

                     neither for a day

yet the act is

                         such a constant state

                                that it never dims

never fades or lightens

                or disappears ever

                          neither does it rest

but it always bothers

             keeps wide awake

                      forever restless

turns horribly rude

                absolutely ruthless

                         and hardly ever cares

it’s nothing worth keeping

           worth carrying 

                             inside a heavy heart

yet it has become

                          an undivided part of me

                                & is to stay forever

i did nothing

              to induce it or

                                  to save it in my life

           & now i can do nothing

                                nothing humanly possible

                                                    to keep it away from my heart   

 and that wait never ends

To Become a "Younger Me"

Sometimes i sway away to be a "Younger Me"

the "me" that you would never know

the "me" with the softest of heart & a fresh dream

the "me" full of yearning to be loved

the "me" who thought life was a chapter from "Mills & Boons"

& thought there was no other

the "me" who would feel shy but yet love

for "me" every dream was a flight to heaven

and everyday was a hope

every affair was a love story

& in every love story "they lived happily ever after"

for "me" no other thing could be real but the world as she percieved.

Types of people girls meet on FB

various types of desperados we meet

1)harmless suckers

they are the ones who only wish to increase the number of girls in their friend list. the obvious reason is to show off. they send random friend requests to any girl who happen to be present on fb. they always like whatever a girl posts & seldom comment. their comments are not more than one  words –‘nice’, ‘beautiful’,’wow’, ‘great’ etc. they are neither courageous nor daring enough to go beyond this. but they are content with the growing number of girls in their friend list.

2)Wannabe dudes

they often send messages followed by a friend request. messages can vary from “will you please be my friend?” to “hello dear, looking for friends who can meet, party and have fun with me”. such wannabes try to show themselves as the only stud alive in the town. show themselves off as Casanovas. excuse me you dumb heads,  all girls know that you have been a complete despo & a bigger looser. if you were such a stud then you wouldn’t have sent any random request at the first place

3) Friend’s friend

they are your friend’s friend & most of the times even your friends also refuse to acknowledge their friendship with such losers. so once you accept their friend request, only as an act of courtesy, as he is your friend’s friend, they are all over your profile. checking every damn picture of yours with ridiculous comments. they start calling you as if they were you chaddi buddies. whatever status you update, they have some rubbish statement to make.

4) biggest losers

they are usually inactive, hardly comment or like anything. you even forget they exist until they message. such are uselessly silent stalkers & nymphomaniacs. they would ask you “ what are you wearing babes?” to “ how would you like to do me?” to  “ what all you want me to do to you honey?”

ahem ..ahem .. no matter how much knowledge you try to show in the field of sex, we know that you never had any. all you can do is talk about it. most of the times, the lines are picked up from porn movies. where as you try to show us your active sex-life, we so very know that you have none & you just trying to have a blind chance on anyone you can get your hands on.

And the list is not enough but i am too full of anguish to add on anything at the moment. the only thing i wish to share is that

“ we all know that you people are such losers in real life so stop pretending & become real you…probably someone will start liking you too”

Palmistry- Chapter 3 Types Of Palms

1) Elementary Type: It is rough in texture and broad in shape. This type of hand represents the primitive man (cave man). They are not at all beautiful to look at with short fingers and hair growth. They are less cultured and more orthodox. They are always occupied with the thoughts related to food, cloth and shelter. Not capable of looking beyond that. Escape from doing hard work and are also not able to use brains. More of criminals are found with such type of hands.

2) Square Type: Looks square in shape. Is considered to be the best type. They are well mannered. They stay far away from world of fantasies and imagination, false pretence or pompous nature. They are pragmatic in nature. They may or may not be social by nature but are always praised by others.  Religious & extremely helpful in nature. They have wealth of wisdom. They can suffer loss to help some other people. They are patient, quite, disciplined & live a balanced life. They never believe in anything blindly. They believe in logical& rational discussion. They have hidden motives & reasons behind relationships which they maintain. Fond of money, power and fame & aim for them throughout their lives. They are generally successful in their lives as they practice patience, dedication & hard work.

3) Philosophical Type: usually plump, flexible & defined finger joints. They usually lead the world. Fond of fame. Very fixated with moral and values & give importance to them in lives. In the field of knowledge, they are always enthusiastic towards new learning. Believe and work towards expanding their knowledge. Many leaders, philosophers, thought-provokers, religious saints and artists belong to the same type. They usually face monetary up-downs & very few are well of. Still they give more importance to knowledge and respect when compared to money.

4) Spatulate Type: Such types of hands are greater in length than width. The beginning side of the palm (near wrist) is heavier than the preceding part of hand. They look ugly, not well cared and disfigured. The tip of the fingers is big and palm seems to be muscular & hard. Such types have active brain. The person can never sit idle. Active and hard working. They also think well before they act and their decisions are practical in nature. They do not get carried away by emotions. Always keep on experimenting, discovering or inventing something new. Successful personalities.

5) Conic Of Artistic Type: Smooth, soft and beautiful hands. Pointed, thin, well crafted fingers. Such people are attracted towards beauty and love. Either they are artists or if not then they must be art lovers. They identify and appreciate art in any form. Their life is full of love and their heart is readily receptive towards all sort of art as it comes naturally to them. They do not get success in terms of practicality ass they are often pre-occupied with emotions and fantasies. Often suffer problem related to earning money & yet they stay careless in behavior.

6. Psychic Of Idealistic Type: soft pink hands & similar looking fingers. Such people are progressive in nature & have a highly active brain. Whatever career they choose, they wish to master it. They are fond of getting into minutest details of everything. Often notorious because of this nature of overdoing everything but it doesn’t affect them at all. Not very good at handling harsh realities of life. Often lost in dreams and morals, they sometimes seem to be misfit in this pragmatic society. When they are rich, they live like kings but they do not mind living an ordinary life when have none. Their life fluctuates between the two extremes. During the end days of their lives, they suffer failures and die a sorrowful death. If their economical problems are taken care of, such men can be of a greater use to the society and mankind.

7. Mixed Type: This type of hand shows mixed qualities of more than one type of hand (out of six described above). Such hands are usually a combination of tow types and the nature of the person is also a combination of those two types. Such people are not influential. They look every matter with pessimism. Are less successful in life. Have a fickle mind. At the begening of every new task, they start contemplating its possibilities of not finishing on time & then leave the work midway. This becomes their habit which brings them failure and rejection in life. They ultimately become sadist & pessimist & need to work extremely hard to achieve success.

Palmistry- Chapter 2: How To Study The Color Of Palm And Bone Structure

Study The Color Of Palm

Healthy pink : mentally & physically healty. they forgive, have patience, sympathize, loving, caring in nature. they treat life as a game & face all problems of life with a bright smile. they are always excited and enthusiastic about life. fun loving, friendly & very social.

Extreme Red : lack of patience. they start a task well but loose interst midway & then try to rush up. feel bored very easily. mess every area with lack of patience and are less organised and stay disturbed.

Pale: Negative, depressed. always try to find the negative side of everythiong. pessimistic, sad & exhausted. they feel & stay defeated all their lives.

Blue/ Purple : sick, selfish, sad, irritable, pessimsit. take life as a burden to be carried life long.

Bone Structure

Loose/ soft/ easily movable/flexible  : balanced, manages well even in extreme situations. win over hurdles of life.

hard/immovable/inflexible : not very balanced, not able to manage extreme situations. find it difficult to handle hurdles in life.

India or Indiaaaaaah?

Was getting a little curious lately. How the whole world does see India? Well another question (which is somewhat associated with the whole issue is) that exactly how do we wish to represent our nation- as India or Indiaaaaaaaahhh. India would mean an aspiring nation (have been aspiring for 67 yrs and still aspiring) where people are not desperate by nature. Where people do not please others only for selfish reasons but its also a part of our hospitality. a nation where other nationals are no more seen with a wide mouth open, but with a friendly smile. Our street beggars are also trained how and how much to beg from a foreign national. But then some dumb heads (people from Hollywood as well as bollywood) find their closed mindedness to be so impressive and influential to the world that they even go ahead and make it a part of their movie and their bollywood counter part even celebrate such stupidity. When being an Indian yourself you let somebody else(who hasn’t done any fucking research on your nation still represent it like the nation of snake charmers) now that when you let your India called as Indiaaaaaaah.

Now getting a little straight-forward (which I am best at). Dear Mr Anil Kapoor…after your useless tenure of acting in Indian Cinema, had you not done enough damage(even leftanother of your kind  your daughter Ms Sonam Kapoor with again no acting skills in the industry to suffer) that you went ahead in defaming the nation in the whole world with your absolutely poor acting skills. We all remember your ridiculous dance at Oscars for Slum dog. And now you celebrate acting with Tom Cruise( where you are not giving a single dialogue scene with him but rather portrayed yourself as a horny bastered)- and yet you celebrate. And thank you Mr Tom Cruise for letting us all know how much you actually know about our culture. From those dancers dressed up in Katthak costumes and with absolutely vulgar dance steps to those antique paintings which you used as representation of lecher in Mr Anil Kapoor. And Mr Kapoor I only wish you had the guts to stand up an tell Mr  Cruise that hey buddy you may be a multimillionaire but let me tell you that you have no knowledge  about my country and I will never let you interpret it in such a useless way. But spineless as you are, it is not even expected from you.

Coming to Mr Russel Peters. My question to you is exactly when was last that you had visited India…and not Indiaaaah? You earn your bread butter only after ridiculing your own fellow men and their accent (Poor Indian English Accent as you say). Well I am very keen to listen to your Hindi or Punjabi  for that matter. Well, I have a number friends, who are fan of yours, who are like mad for you but I m sorry I find you repetitive and absolutely ridiculous. And when its been long doing the same old trick , you have recently started doing the same in Hollywood movies too. Brilliant bakwaas I say.

In years like 1980’s and early 90’s great actors like Dev Anand, Om Puri, Amrish puri, Naseer-ud-din Shah, Shammi Kapoor did some serious acting in Hollywood. Some of these movies are also kept in the classic sections and shown to the students of acting. Now thats what I call being useful. Not only to one self but to the nation as well. Again the question remains to be the same – that exactly how do we wish to represent our nation- as India or Indiaaaaaaaahh?

Palmistry Chapter 1: Texture Reading

Palmistry

i have just started reading this book on palmistry from my dad’s old collection of books. it is in hindi and with very rich vocabulary. it’s taking a lot of time to understand as we are no more accustomed to the same language which is also supposed to be our national language. Since I wanted to share my knowledge with my friends, I decided to translate it. starting with the first chapter, which is about reading the texture of skin on palm.

chapter 1

Reading The Texture Of Skin On Palm

Rough : wild in nature, rustic. roughness in behavior & work style. Less respectful & straight forward. works hard for livelihood. they don’t expect but believe in one’s moral values.

Soft (reddish) : they listen to their heart. shy away from facing harsh realities of life. like being in the world of fantasies & imagination and escape from all sort of hard work. but they prefer mental work instead. aspire to be famous in life.

Combination Of Rough & Soft :mostly successful in life. practical approach with correct blend of creative imagination. they find success almost everywhere. go-getters. good decision makers. present neat and clean work always and on time

Agony Of A Wife From Small Town

born in the adobe of beautiful hills, she was a wild weed.

educated in an ordinary pathshala in a small town of himachal, she only aspired to become a perfect house-maker of someone else’s household.

for her, geography was bhugool and science was always vigyaan. math was ganit and only english was english. she almost hated that language & always wondered why it was taught in the schools at all.

while she was struggling very hard to score at least passing marks in the language, she did not know that one day this language will become the centre of her existence.

she did not have the opportunity to go to the college. only an ugly looking boring teacher would come home everyday to teach this group of seven cousins.

in their free time, they would go to the nearby stream to collect some pebbles, get drench in rains & burglar apple orchids.

soon the family was looking for a suitable match for her. a himachali boy came with his family one day. he was working in a big firm in gurgaon(cyber city)

the guy was born and brought up in a metro city & had NEVER BEEN even once to his home town in himachal. since the parents insisted on having a daughter-in-law who could follow the same tradition, they decided to find a simple small town himachali girl. the guy did not mind the idea as he was to get a beautiful looking girl to keep in the bargain.

after settlement of dowry & other rituals related to money, finally the marriage culminated into a life-long relationship between the two.

next week she was in A THREE bedroom flat in one of the high rises in gurgaon. she had never seen such huge buildings before and now she was living on the 25^th floor. huge mountains & hills never scared her but these buildings did. she could not sleep for nights all together with a fear that the building might fall.

the husband would go to office at night & sleep during the day. she would step down 25 stories by stairs as she did not know how to use the elevators. even after several attempts by the poor husband, she simply avoided using those. the fear of falling once again.

her cloths were also very different from what others women wore. it was almost another country for her. husband took her to malls during the weekends to buy her some trendy clothes but it took them half an hour to make the wife climb up the escalators.

the husband was now probably getting embarrassed with her presence. her beauty did not charm him anymore.

to please him, she even asked him to bring his colleagues home for lunch. but the whole afternoon, she could not understand a single conversation with them as she could not understand a single sentence of theirs. she wished she had learnt english better when in school. this embarrassed the husband further.

with time, he started escaping all occasions which demanded their presence together. He would attend all parties himself. would shop by himself during the weekend.

she changed her wardrobe entirely. though she did not like even a single cloth out of the collections, yet she wore them. got a new jazzy hair cut too. with the help of cd’s of english learning program, she practiced english learning religiously. her only purpose of existence had reduced to be able to learn the language & impress people around, stay presentable & no more embarrassing the husband.

she learnt to greet people & respond to their basic queries but yet she could not initiate or participate in any sort of discussion. when too much english coming from the other side confused HER, she would defend herself with an immediate forceful “yes yes” & “:” no no” . well the husband was till embarrassed.

with time she gave birth to twin boys. when they started going to pre-school, she could not understand even a single thing spoken by their teachers. she would pick up certain words shared by the teachers and try to find meaning in Google and make an assumption about the development of her kids.

when they grew older and went to a formal school. she became an object of embarrassment to her sons as well. they would insist on calling only the father to come for the school events as they did not find their mom to be upgraded version as other mothers were.

but she did not stop trying. leaving behind all her up-bringing, all her education , her childhood her town- she is still trying to learn the language.

A New Journey To A New Destiny

Restlessness is giving up.

Its going to give up soon.

That’s the only thing I have in me

That is all I have ever preserved within

That is all I really care for

Nothing much.

But then what else do I exist for.

Why does this entire persona exists.

Why was it born at all

I ask

I ask with a pain, wrath & helplessness

I cry & cry aloud & then wipe my own tears.

Sometimes stay awake till late

sometimes sleep all day & somedays

simply go by, as I lay in

my bed wide awake.

Forget to change sides even.

But why do I exist.

Why can’t I gather  the courage,

stand up one day & fall from

the height, never to see such

helplessness ever again.

And the question remains to be the same

-why do I even exist.

Or why can’t I shed all the tears

Once and forever.

Stand up dust off myself and move on.

To a new road to a new life

A new journey to a new destiny.

To Give Up All To Become A Rover

What if we were not born from wombs but seeds from the ground?

With no branches or roots around.

With absolutely no heart to feel

And no wound, pain or sorrow to heel

What if we were allergic to each other?

With no family to call our own, no father no mother

And if we were all born brainless

And if this life was absolutely painless

What if we could never ever feel hungry?

And nothing on the earth could even make us angry

Then we had no dreams, no aims no expectations

No trust, no friends, no partners and no affection

No city, no state, no nation, no boundaries

No team, no group, no leaders, no visionaries

If we could fly like birds, go in the middle of the sky to hover

And if we could give up all to become a rover.

Where My Heart Resides

Waking up in the middle of the night

to find no one around

attacked by a sudden feeling,

feeling of hollowness all around.

To find that moon shining,

Shining all alone

and it’s called an epitome of love

then why you standing alone.

And you make me all the more sad

I feel your loneliness in me

and then there is no end to it

only a continuous process of waiting endlessly

Sometimes caress my own curls

rub my eyes to see an empty bed.

Changing sides all night

praying it's not my end

Looking at those lines on my palm

with wide moist tearful eyes

and pray I become a stone heart

Or meet the heart where my love resides.



To Be An Insignificant Part Of You

Running wildly in the woods

gulping cold, fresh air

trying to have a taste of you

flail my arms in the air

trying to touch you

but find you nowhere

thats an ongoing tragedy

Yet hope prevails.

Everyday I have a new path to ride

every day ends with a sigh.

At times I feel you so near

other times you are a distant dream.

yet hopeful are my eyes

to meet yours once.

And walk several miles

not with you, but like a silent shadow of you

All I want is to be  a part of you.

anything absolutely anything.

A strand of hair

Or your beautiful blue eyes

your rude lips

or those harsh hands

or those fate lines in your palms

or a speck of dirt resting on your shoulders.

Can't Escape From Being Human

Just observed that the title of this article came into my mind before i could start writing the article unlike other times. well this abrupt piece of information has nothing to do with the real article but one thing is that this time ( for a change) I clearly know what I wish to talk about.

Last night from an ancient collection of books(thanks to mom for preserving) I found few letters writen by my grandfather to my father and mother. onc side dedicated to thoughts specific to his son-in-law in poetic 18th century English & the other for his daughter in ethinic Bengali.
since you and I would not be able to comprehend the bengali part of the letter & also it was the English part which attracted me the most.

Almost Thousand words written in a space of 2-3'' with such a microscopic writing yet a flamboyant calligraphic expression which was enough to put me to shame with my rediculous handwriting.

since we have enough discussed about the medium of expression, what was most interesting was the expression itself. honest confession of a father who finds himself absolutely helpless infront of his daughter's will. a regret for not being able to give her all his time. guilt of not being able to save the daughter form that hollowness which was created after the mother had died. and a request to his son-in-law to fulfil all that he could not fulfil as a father. and to treat her like a princess as he always did & to forgive her for all her mistakes as he did. and to always bring smile on her face & happiness in her life as he always wanted to.

in the letter I saw a helpless father who was not hopeless.

love you nanu.  :)

Dear Film Fraternity..please don’t embarrass my gender

Was watching some movies lately, watching some female characters portrayed recently. Since a really long time, my gender has been portrayed to be extremely meek, submissive, sacrificing lamb( unrealistic). And then suddenly they leap to portraying us as horny bitches(unrealistic again). What is wrong with you people? Can you not portray us as we are, Simple normal people. We are no freaks or sex maniacs. Poor fraternity when you are not able to create substantial characters for us, you reduce us to object of your fantasies. Age long effort to make hero real heroes and women as fallen breed(someone to be picked up from their misery by men and only men). If the age in today’s film making has come to an age where you are making characters break free from stereotypes, we deserve the same interpretation. Don’t we? We demand a respectful presentation of our characters.

You don’t even know the effect you create on several female minds. In the past we had these housewives who were too sacrificial for their families only because the female characters were portrayed such. And now when you show wives ditching their husbands, girls going to fulfill their weird fantasies before marriage,(in your movies) the whole generation is going  to  follow it. Social responsibility, you have some or you don’t?

And a request to my breed. Please don’t be an idiot. Life doesn’t stop after marriage. So stop acting like a maniac trying to fulfill all their unfulfilled fantasies before marriage. Married life isn’t that boring after al. you can find a friend in your partner who will share your fantasies and you can share theirs. Another thing…..try to see the reality…just because Nargis fakiri goes to see a C grade film in a theatre please don’t follow blindly. What is  shown in the movie never happens, and what happens in the real life is never shown. At such theaters, you will not only be accompanied by richshawalas andt hele walas but you can also find them masturbating and kissing each other. Also it is not that easy to disguise your curves  wearing a loose shirt ….the chances are that you can be badly molested and even more. Do what really interests you . And don’t shy away from being a girly, that what your were made..that’s how you have been and that’s what you are suppose to be. It’s fine to ride a bike but remember always that it’s the same society where a girl with deformity will not get many suitable and respectable life partners. It’s the same place where a girl is never forgiven for her mistakes. Be carefree but never careless.

being a Sagittarian

Being a True Sagittarian

1. devotees of truth (especially which is raw in nature)

2. sometimes even embarass oneself with such truthfulness

3. find it really difficult to digest/ act normal & reciprocate when people give them a huge smile/hug/kiss with no reasons.

4. very emotional but at the same time too strong to let it reflect.

5. Feel extremely shy/find no words to compliment/ wish on birthdays or anniversaries/ speech on demises & even “ I love you’s”.

6. can be best of friends waking up till late to nurse a sick friend or waiting at the at the airport earlymorning to receive a friend.- these are the everyday work of a Saggi.

7. can be best of enemies too if you mess with their wrong side.

8. trust worthy such that their left ear would not know what you told to the right one.

9. feel most offended if you distrust their honesty, trustworthyness or their intentions.

10. exteremely imaginative & positive

11. capable of adopting silence when offended by others.

12 they don’t mind being called rude, though they are hardly ever

13. moderately revengeful

14. hardly ever seek acceptance from society¸friends or family.

15. they don't think they belong to this world made of concrete. They would rather spend their whole life living on a tree eating apples & hunting for deers.

16. fond of travelling/ adventure- correction “ thats the purpose of their life "– jobs, family, house, car, luxuries, money all these are only fillers in between & the main act is always the travelling.

17. can cry over simplest of emotions such as a small child waving at them & can be strong enough to look across a traitor dying.

18. fond of kids of every form- dogs, pigs, cat, rat & even humans

19. popular among opposite sex for their wits & brains & smart talks.

20. would rather die than asking for a favour.

21. always stand against the emblem of fake authority.

22. addicted to helping people

23. self obsessed. you Will never find a saggi who would become a devdas for a girl..they love themselves beyond everything else

24. very fond of creating dialogues of their own. For them life is like a movie & they are the protagonists. They want every shot to be perfect.

25. perfectionists , hard workers, happy workers, organized by birth.u will even find a baby saggi arranging his feeding bottles and nappies on time.

26. fond of movies of any genre.

27. in an argument , you will never find them justifying. That would be the last thing they would ever think of doing. They believe in winning the arguments with logic. And they master that skill.

28. they will be the first ones ot realize their own mistakes and rectify them even before you notice.

29 . u can never insult them as they know the art of laughing at oneself

30. can be multitalented & hide it from everyone. They might surprise you one day by playing a guitar and suddenly drive a sports bike around like a pro.

And that is not all………..they are of the types who keep on evolving each day.

If you know of some more qualities please add.

Proud to be one



If I

If  I don't stand up when i must
i weaken my self respect.
if i ditch my soul and sleep with power
my existence can never rest.

if i don't dare to speak the truth
i was better born mute.
if i stab someone for power or money
i was better cursed to stay destitute.

if i close my eyes and do not see the reality
i must rather turn blind.
if in pace i don't see my mistakes
i would instead make my life rewind.

if i kill my friend and his friendship
i must stay friendless ever.
if even a day i act like an animal
i should turn into one forever.