Big City Life

Pune city.
Oxford by the day and Vegas by the night.
Well…sort of.

A pensioner’s paradise, and a doper’s funland. Past the night, brown curled girls walk to a hookah joint, their drinking lips shining under the red light, while a couple of guys trail behind and race with fast bikes and flying smoke on their skin. A cosmopolitan crowd. A young cosmopolitan crowd.
The weather is awesome here. Except when it starts to rain. When it rains, riding a bike becomes a pain in the rear. And when you cant ride your bike, the city stops. For you.

You see, Pune has everything else. Big malls to keep you busy in the weekends. Gigs every month for you to mosh to. Discs every night to dance to. Abundant greenery and lakes to live sexy.
But there’s just too much serenity and beauty to live alone. To live alone without sharing it with someone. What’s a walk down a green misty road on a spring morning, when there’s no soft hand to keep you warm by the side? What’s a long drive, without someone behind to hug you close? For some, all the picture perfect sunsets behind the mesmerizing mountains, with its subtle reflection falling on a beautiful lake is probably just that. To the others, it’s a small preview of probably what heaven has to offer. A timeless and priceless picture frozen.

It’s the girl that makes all the difference.

If I were gay, I would have loved the sex ratio of our country. If the guy who said ‘there is someone for everyone’, was an Indian, he probably did not mean it in the same terms as "there is a girl for every guy"

But I like girls. They are beautiful. In fact, I think I am in the very primitive stage of being in love with a girl. That, later.
Now, lets talk about what I hate. I hate the population explosion! There’s just so much people around nowadays that you can’t even take a leak in peace! There’s not a single street in a single city that is not buzzing with the sound of the excitement of the same boring people! I hate it!
I hate it! I hate it! I hate it!
But lets not blame ‘illiteracy’ anymore. Lets blame it on the cheap condoms. Stupid cheap condoms!

Give me a sunshine

My mind's crazy and used like a one night stand
Falling through the hole like alice in wonderland
Curious enough to chase a rabbit up a tree
Now dont you judge me by my insanity

What I am is not who I am
Im like the skin right under your tan
Got me cracked up and now Im fine to the core
My kinda heaven's like hell's backdoor

Too much of taste in this lighted rain
Do take me away from too much fame



I need a sunshine
Give me a sunshine
The day aint good
But I like the so blue mood
Give me a sunshine
I need a sunshine



I heard the roses talk about sometime last night
About some Tom Dick and Harry and a guy called Mike
Too much information bet I could sure get high
Life's a breezer but dont you really wanna cry?

Called up my past and talked about the future
Said she wont be coming and is quite unsure
My eyes say the things like an open diary
That everyone can read but my own queen fairy

Send me through the backdoor of this commited time
So tell me my fairy is it a love to crime?



I need a sunshine
Give me a sunshine
The day aint good
But I like the so blue mood
I need a sunshine
Give me sunshine

Give me a sunshine...

Magic Trick?

Love. They say it’s the most beautiful thing in the world. They say you can’t know what love is unless you love the same way you are loved. I should guess its true. I see couples fight (out of love of course) almost everyday. While these fights may be very tempting to stop, stare and watch, maybe even make good nighttime topics to chat for some, what we don’t see in this whole fight, is the love that these couples still share. It is invisible to you and me. Unless of course you and I are a couple and both of us are in love. I doubt that. It is that invisible thing that I wish to have in my life, which unfortunately I don’t.
I am not a fool in love, darn no!
I am a fool, deeply in love.
Or I think so.

For some of us lucky bastards, love happens at the first sight, and everything works out just fine. For the rest of us, it is as complex as trying to start a fire with just bare hands. Complications arise. Unwanted and illogical questions pop up. A lot of time is wasted. But you can’t help it.
So I start to think. What do you do when the one person, who can make you happy beyond anything, and I mean anything, whom you most wanna tell how much you love them, is the only person you can’t? What do you do when the only person that can wipe away your tears, is the one who makes you cry? What do you do? What do you do??

Well the honest answer is you can’t do anything. Maybe you’ll want to regret falling in love with that person, but I doubt anyone will fall for it.
With all these random illogical things constantly occupying my mind, it wasn’t hard for me to come up with my own theory. Like all other theories this one too is very simple. And maybe stupid. But I’d like to share it with you anyway. Here it goes.

“With every inch of love (if love could be measured lengthwise) comes 2 inches of pain.”

Or maybe one and half (I am still working on it). The point is love and pain are inseparable. Being loved is nice, but loving someone makes you feel insecure. Being missed is nice, but missing someone isn’t. Its weird.

Till date I’ve felt many different feelings. I’ve felt happy. Sad. Disgusted. Horny. Stupid. Warm, etc. But the worst feeling that I’ve ever had is that of pain. No I mean real pain! It’s as if someone just reached out for your heart, ripped it right off your chest and left you with a void. A gap. Black space full of empty feelings. It leaves you stunned. Its as if your body is moving but your mind refuses to move. It’s filled with confusion. A wet feeling in your eyes but no tears roll down. A black wall that you can’t touch, feel, hear or taste. Everything around you suddenly becomes blank. Like the television screen on a very bad rainy day. And if this happens when you are on a bike, riding at 70 kmph, you’d be very lucky to escape with just a minor accident and a bruised leg.
I know I was.
Twice.

Time changes things. And things suddenly change when you are in love.
Or one way love.
Fancy name huh? One way love. Twin brother of pain. One way love is just as bad. You know what’s worse? One way love with your friend. Sometimes you can’t even tell the other person how much you are in love with him/her, because it might just ruin your little friendship. And of course you don’t want that! It ain’t exactly a Rachel and Joey situation here you know. It’s your friend. Maybe your best friend. Or a close friend. Or maybe just a friend. But still a friend. You probably spend the whole day together. Maybe you go shopping together. Maybe share your lunch. Maybe even pretend to hate each other. Play pranks together. Throw water on each other during class. Get kicked out of the class for throwing water on each other during class. Maybe it’s all this and a tad bit more that made you fall for him/her.
But when you can’t tell him/her the way you feel about him/her, it just kills you. You feel frustrated and angry. You feel like crying. You feel painfully stupid. Just a word of advice though: DO NOT RIDE OR DRIVE YOUR VEHICLE UNDER SUCH CIRCUMSTANCES.

When it comes to love and relationships, I may not be the most wise person to comment anything on it, but what you are gonna read next comes straight from the inside.

When you love a person not because of the way she looks, or for the way she dresses, you start to realize that for each moment that you have loved her she becomes more and more beautiful.
Strange.

It’s like magic.

Hmmm…maybe that’s why they say love is magical.
But isn’t magic just another illusion? A trick?

So is love an illusion too? Is it a magic trick?

Take Me To The Other Side

A stupid song that I wrote...

Dusty eyes and moody time
Apple lips and hair so fine
From a Sunday noon to the morning blue
Silken skin of the softest hue

At a perfect time on a perfect day
But imperfections my way
With an on the spot life she gives
Her free time to make my day

Take me to the other side
The other side of my mood

With a face that says of innocent joy
A mind that wanders like a free toy
Takes her time to say her thing
Words that have no false meaning

Took me to the places of the happiest side
Tried to make my mind but could not decide

Take me to the other side
The other side of my mood

Take me to the other side
The other side of my mood