My Undisclosed World Of Thoughts

He had just moved from the dusty by lanes of Delhi to Mumbai, the city that never sleeps. It did sleep, he soon found out, well at least most of it did back then. His father had had a transfer. Delhi had been a good place to live in. There was the rickshaw that took him to school every day, the teachers who adored him, the canteen where he collected his He-man action figures(with a scented eraser within) and the group of friends who lived like there was no tomorrow. The previous statement may have been misleading about the boy's age. Our little champion had just celebrated his 7th birthday. Life was about to experience a change. Change is always good, he thought. And it turned out to be quite a life altering one. Mumbai was different for different reasons. People were not as close knit as they were back in Delhi. No one took a keen interest in your life though that did not mean that people weren't friendly. That homely feeling that the boy had when he was at Delhi was...

Some things simply cannot be described, In the abstruse words of our imagination Some actions cannot be justified, By the mere good deeds of our past Behind the silver lining is always an unfathomable truth A truth unintentionally left behind For the one to ponder upon and look through the metaphors And arrive at the juncture where I stand I shall stand here holding a book That contains all that ever was to be said That particular page of the notebook that mattered Was torn to shreds and burnt to ashes The ashes lay on the ground infront of me Like little stars that had fallen from the sky The air swept away the remains of what was And those ashes turned to oblivion A chapter undisclosed rests right in the mind At a place where it might always remain If it shall be drained out ever It may just bring some peace in vain A long time from now when there shall be calm, that chapter wouldn't matter like it used to do Those words unspoken shall be rendere...

A wandering mind set loose on its path as it may, Wanders aboard timeless thoughts they say It might reach the sky or the dark abyss And yet they say I talk in riddles When a mind full of thoughts is let loose It's like a cross between a hippie and a recluse  The facts are as clear as they are to be And yet they say I talk in riddles They say my thoughts are profound and meaningful And then they say I complicate the usual It's hard to grasp what they really intend to convey And then they say I talk in riddles People may believe the unbelievable, They may trust in the blatantly untrustable How untrustable could a person's ideals be? And they still say I talk in riddles Yet eventually, it's good not to be understood sometimes Mysterious people have their own charm Why let everything out in the open to the judgmental audience? It's good to be surrounded by this world, wandering and confused! Peace!

I stood on the front lines with a passion in my heart I stood to safeguard my motherland I stood to safeguard my people I stood so that the nation shall stand We moved in huge numbers to places unknown We moved into hostile regions We moved until we completed our objectives We moved sometimes for bigger reasons I haven't seen my family for months I haven't seen my fields and lands I haven't see the place I call home It is here that I shall stand We climb mountains that are tall We cross the raging cold rivers We eat what we get sometimes Surviving on the tiniest of slivers We walk all day sometimes We walk sometimes all night We walk despite our legs giving away But we never stopped in our fight I shall fight till I'm alive I shall fight for my nation's pride I shall give it all I have in me I shall take all victories and defeats in my stride I may die one day fighting on the front lines, My family might cry at the news But my motherland s...

We all love facebook and everything about it, don't we, now? The commenting on albums, the status updates, the likes on photos, etc, etc. What works for it is that people have an insight into everyone's life and all the good/bad things you do are duly noted. But with any thing good comes a shit load of crap too. There are always a few things that irritate you about anything good, unintentionally or not. Here are some of the things that irritate me most in particular- 1 . The 'thanks for the tag' syndrome: Or should I say 'thnxxxx fer da tag' syndrome! I never got this. Why do friends tag each other in random pictures in the first place? Not the pictures they are present in, that's acceptable but pictures of gardens, quotes, their own profile pictures, etc. And it's not like these pictures are scientific discoveries of any sort. These are pictures depicting sublime nonsense sometimes if not anything more meaningful than your 3 year o...

There was India and then there were dire straits, And along came this lad Riding on the stroke of genius did he play, he drove the bowlers mad He willowed all he saw, Cut his bat through the breeze Relentless as he was always, he always ruled the crease His team mates called him Jammy, the world called him the wall Not a word could anyone have against him, He still stands mighty tall He walked the team to victory in countless number of games Dependable was his synonym, such was his fame A great ambassador, infinitely humble and dignified For a lot of people who've seen him bat, he was patience personified One man who moved the masses with his style Witty as he always was, he answered criticism back with a smile Playing in the shadows of legendary contemporaries as he did but still standing out Was one of those reasons why you could praise him aloud He still hasn't got his due from India cricket, deserves a world more He was the one who held the team together on...

"Never miss a good fight", I had read. Catch hold of a coke, pop corn and sit there comfortably enjoying the tussle. In fact there was this ad on TV that showed two policemen who enjoyed watching two people on the road fighting it out over a car accident and the senior policemen standing there and instructing his junior to just let it be while sipping a coke like he was at peace with the world. So yeah, coming back to reality, this was just one of those days when I was late for my CAT class( FYI I'm always late due to some reason). CAT class was merely 4 odd kms away from home, a matter of about 10-15 minutes but the traffic just seems to bloody multiply when you're late and it did just that on that day. So I got into this bus numbered 49M which would get me at least till clock tower and leave me to walk another half km. The bus looked relatively full and I had no time to think of another one so in I went without another thought. Now, this happens to me every...