from there to here...

hello! this blog is directly from a cyber in pune, my new den..yes! pune, the place i never really liked but then life is strange you get what you dont expect..whatever..it was all a haste and i didnt really got a chance to take it in  -the me going to pune, like one day i was in mumbai the second i was here in pune.it was hell difficult to get in here in such a little time..to get away so fast without even saying goodbye to people i had to rush..though the college is good and the pg is good till now ...though the people here are way different then the ones back in mumbai,i think i can handle them..the same old groupism that i really hated, do exist in this place. and though i didnt wanted to be a part of it i was somehow pulled in..complaints are like thousands but then too for next four years i have to be here...adjusting, compromising and then writing my blog with 10 people reading..nevermind.. privacy is ristricted here..ah! college is good, people are weird, me going nuts..but one thing i did notice was that i breath..i live..like am free..the scenes that i always wanted to escape are few miles away and now i dont need headphones to keep them shut. i don't hear them anymore..this is something that will make me go on and on for next coming years...there are few incidents that are funny..now i have to rush as the time's up..be back in few days..with lots more..be sure there aint any complaints, this time just the fun...bye!

The companions..

When I first met them, I didn't know they would hold on for so long. They did, even in rains and even during the sands. I ran, I jumped, and they never ever left me...I never once tripped. All the pranks and all the bunks, they never cheated. We were partners in crime. Even on sun baked path, they protected me. During the slippery rainy stones, they were for grip. They never hurt me, always comforted. Party, farewell, wedding, festivals, college, exams and interview. They were always there. They kept all my secrets to themselves, never complained of long walks. Once when I couldn’t find them, tears streamed down my face. They never left me, then why today? But then they peeped. They were with me for four long years, they were the best and the luckiest. But good things never stay for life. Someday they had to go. And they went.

I was sad, but the new ones were exactly like them. And when I look down at my new shoes, they smile like the old ones, as if saying, we’ll be there like they were…But I still miss my old shoes!!

friend

When everything seems to be in line and suddenly something goes down.

The walls start’s to close in

and the air exit’s out.

Suffocating, you are left in the dark with

Nothing just the blanket of coldness around.

Everything seems to be lost and you have no idea how to get out.

You try and you cry, That’s when something inside dies out.

hopes seem to sit in one corner and enjoy the fight

happiness is on date with the sadness

 and you are left to die..

is it really like that?

What if I imagine light?

What of I revive the dead?

That’s when you scratch the wall for one hole and it brings life..

The light and the air..

That’s when you turn around to see a friend..winking at you with a smile..

‘Dude, we gonna screw ..we gonna unscrew..so what if we are in two corners’

The path ahead is still long

and the we have two different paths..

parallel tracks..

but just the smile and the belief  in us that’s what takes us to the light..








(dedicated to a very special friend psy-lee) 

the september..

( This blog is for my very first crush...i don't know his name, i never knew...but what we shared, all those eye contacts for three days almost yet we didn't speak...we didn't feel like...we were happy just looking at each other...it was cute...i did try to find him but no luck..it's been 3 years since...and yet he's crystal clear in my memories...! and when in monsoon the clouds come down on the mountain tops it reminds me of his town...a small town in the valleys of Himachal pradesh)

When the clouds kiss the mountain tops,

That September comes back to me.

Far away in the valley town,

Clouds reside on mountain tops.

There are towns in eastern down,

Where clouds  visit in monsoons.

That reminds me of your town,

That reminds me of you.

When the clouds kiss the mountain tops,

And that September comes back to me.

There wasn’t any talks,

Just the sparkling gaze.

Something made me skip my beat, every time you glanced my way.

Nothing else mattered, just you and me.

When the weather here gets cold,

Yet warms me, the thought of you.

After the rains the sky’s ocean blue,

Just like it was when we were together.

The trees are happy and green.

Just like it was then.

The blue and the green…

When the clouds kiss the mountain tops,

And that September comes back to me.

There was so much to talk,

So much to tell, so much to laugh upon.

But the time slipped away,

And when I see you smile, it’s all bright.. Just like your town,

Three years passed by,

Yet you live light in my memories.

Hard to let go..

Tried to search, you were never to be found.

And I let go…

Every time when the clouds, kiss the mountain top

And that September comes back to me.

Every monsoon passes by…

Every raindrop brings about you,

I remember your town,

I remember us,

And tears stream down,

How could I let you go..?

And every time the clouds, kiss the mountain tops,

That September comes back to me,

And I remember you.

Rise...

You stabbed me to see if I bleed,

I did bleed, I bleed to death…

You pushed me off the cliff to see if I fall,

I did fall, to the icy depths…

You said we’re cute,

I believed…

You said we are perfect,

I believed…

And I believed every word you said…

I believed till I felt the stab, till I hit the cold waters...

I believed you till I was lost,

And I was lost...

I was bleeding it was cold…

I was numb and I felt dead...

I called you and you went...

I called you and you ran...

I cried for you and you were never there...

You stabbed me to see if I bleed,

I did but I lived…

You pushed me to see if I fall,

I did but I survived…

I felt warm down there,

I found me in that mess...

I did bleed, I did fall,

Only to learn to rise...

Dusk

As the sun's about to set......

the last of rays..always has 

something to say..

we try not to listen..we end up 

walking down some memory lane..

there is something about this time..that makes me restless..

it either takes me into the past or

 into the future..it makes me dream..

it makes me think ..about what i have gained or about what i have lost..

it makes me think about what i want and about what i should let go..

this time  of the day is magical..everything around you seems to be  so beautiful..

it's a little starnge about this time..cause sometimes everything around at this time seems to be harsh..

i dont know....but this time of the day..i find myself the weakest...

i often sit by the window..and look down the lane..to see people out..some returning home and

some on the walk...

and as i said..this time makes me think....it makes me think about them..their stories,their day...

as am studying art..i tend to observe expressions..every expression has a story,an incident, an experience...i want to

know those stories..i want to know them...as the sun sets completely....and i realize...time's up..as i leave

by the window side...the people and their stories about their day are left unheard...and behind

but some day i'll know them....the next dusk comes..and i think the same...many stories go unheard...

some are good some are okay,some are funny..but every story,every incident and every day leads some one to some way...how.??.i dont know!