Saturday, December 29, 2012

Red Riding Hood


( Dedicated to the red riding hood who was killed by the wolves in India)

The line between village and the forest has vanished
The beasts crawl even into her dreams
Sign of changing times, no heroes will come to rescue
And red riding hood get ravaged by wolves
In the country of the savages,by the savages and for the savages
Howlings can be heard everywhere
As we turn into the monsters,our metamorphosis is complete
Her blood in our hands, no longer we can claim to be humans

Go fair maiden to the kingdom of heaven and rest in peace
Far away from this country of beasts

Friday, November 30, 2012

One Hundred Years Of Solitude


.........For the rest of time, it would be like no one even knew we was ever here
                                                                                             (Gangs of New York)

Torn spider webs in old house, dead flower in a book
Footsteps in the sand, paper boats in the stream
Goodbye kisses and hushed whispers under cherry tree
All the nostalgic realities, fighting each other to be singled out
To stand the test of time
To become deathless when we keep remembering

Experience; a glimpse into transitory illusion
Existence; a speck of dust in a cosmic journey
Oceans keep echoing within and we keep circling the dying sun
Of becoming black holes and painful immortality
Memories of stars lie safe with us
Their stories of solitude and the chaos within

The choice to run away and the chance to fit in
And all those countless deaths we died in between
There lies the crux of our solitude
The knowledge that nothing will be same again

Sunday, October 28, 2012

Bottom of Pyramid



Water passes through our shoes and stars through our souls
We are the anomalies in a society, the forgotten ones
Our existence is a fight but dream of the future lingers on


Our deaths make the headlines of newspapers
Our misfortunes are recorded in thousands of reports
We don’t have names; we are remembered only in numbers

We feed the world, but have to fight daily with hunger
We build cities, to be thrown out into suffocating slums
We are the walking shadows in every civilization

Live a life of little worth, struggle to extend as far as we can
Try to climb up the stairs of humiliation and hardship
But always pushed down to the bottom of pyramid

Politics is played on our lives, religion is thrust upon us
We are the rats in the labs of capitalism to be experimented on
We were alive once but metamorphosed into skeletons

We are the protagonists in sad fictions; our sad lives are TRP booster
For marketers we are untapped fortune
And all the while no one cares when we shiver in cold and cry in hunger

We are the unfortunate ones, lying at the bottom of pyramid
Ignored for most of our lives like a terrible dream
World talks about us only when it is fashionable in time

Sunday, September 16, 2012

Requiem for a Dream


Come walk again in the vineyard of my dreams
I crave for the wine crushed by your feet
Night after night, I wait for the sound of your steps
Unable to hear, I go to sleep in vain

Let's play the game once again
But this time you search and I hide
You just give the hint to dance
I will make Gods to rain it again


Let us wrestle with our destiny once more
to fight for the chance we could have
To walk in the clouds and
to have no excuses and no explanations

O' creature of heart, hear this tune
symphony of moonlight in rain
Come and wake me up from this dream
Else let me cherish you till end of time

Saturday, September 8, 2012

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

You seem too perfect, let me ruin you for a while
Put some imagination in your so called reality
You need to start afresh
Let me bring some chaos in your ordered life

You are too clear about wrong and right
Let me take you to the realm in between
Show you all the combinations, million shades of grey
Then you can find the place where you fit best


Let me destroy your nice-to-meet-you existence
Take you to the cliff where your illusion rests
Give you a little push forward
And you can taste freedom in each breath you take

Let me clear all the images and all the convictions you have
You can see the world with new eyes
Let me break you from inside and fix you in this life
And you will be ready for eternity

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

The God of Small Things


(Dedicated to all those Indians who serve country without any question or need for recognition. 
And to remind ourselves that nation is not only a geographic promise but a collective responsibility)

He walked alone in the beginning
Like a clueless kid finding its first steps in the world
Never knew how to begin, where to go
But believed that his steps will make a path for others

When all of us were committed to the role of spectators
Busy in the job of clapping and jeering as the situation called for
He alone had a dream to fight for freedom of his brothers
The unfortunate ones who our so-called-society ignores


He could have stayed back waiting for the world to change
Hidden behind the comfortable life he can easily afford
Could have spent his time commenting about the system
And making big plans for his own future

But alas he was different
Listened to a different drummer and made a way on his own
A God of small things
An ignited soul who knew the true meaning of freedom

Wednesday, July 25, 2012

The Unbearable Lightness of Being


Often it happens
Standing at the crossroad
I wonder which way to take
When each path has its own virtues and vices
Hidden behind the veil of hushed secrecy


Half-listening to their propaganda, I search a place
which marks;
End of reasons and beginning of rainbows,
Free from;
Dogmas and self-deceptions


Gliding like a aimless cloud in the claimless horizon
keep exchanging parts of me for shades of lightness
I seek a place
Where parallel lines do not hesitate to meet
My own little corner in this maze

All the while, I keep humming the little tune
Of summer tranquillity and vanished dreams
Not thinking much
Feels like to be a Neanderthal among Cro-magnons
Often a realisation of unbearable lightness of being

Saturday, June 16, 2012

Lost in Translation


As far as the distant stars, hearts unreachable and silent
Whispering into their own souls cries of chained moment
Un-screamed emotions raging inside
Like a volcano waiting to protest
Eyes staring and cold; saying nothing
Secrets born and die as they keep waiting


Tangled into opposite feelings of love and hate
Passions rage and torment them from inside
Not ready to forget nor forgive each other
They die a little everyday in order to live

In the self-imposed prison of their egos
They lie cold, alone, shattered
Sometimes distant happy memories of being together
Fly past the prison bars but unable to make an entrance
Promises turn into disappointments
As they keep slipping into the all-consuming abyss


Friday, June 8, 2012

What they don’t teach you in B-school


I do agree with my friends  that the topic of this article is misleading. Because the list can be pretty long and no doubt why so many best-selling books available on this topic. However keeping in mind the considerable amount spent for earning this degree, I will try to keep the list short ( limited to few theories). 


‘Spiked CV’ theory:  Irrespective of what they tell in the interviews or write in the SOPs,  most of the students (around 99.41%) join B-school so that they can end up with a high-paying job. And to make  this dream come true, the one and only pass is a ‘spiked CV’. Those mortals who have recently earned or want to earn the right to passage in a B-school must not get mislead with the term ‘Spike’. The dictionary meaning of the word i.e ‘having sharp points’, justifies its position before the word  ‘CV’. Let me enlighten you.

The HR manager in any company have a horrendous task of going through thousands of CVs,before summer placement/final placement, to shortlist few lucky mortals who will be in GD/PI round. He doesn’t have the privilege or motivation to allot more than 5-10 seconds to a single CV. After these few seconds , either your CV is at one side of table to be considered for further rounds or in the dustbin to be recycled. Hence unless your CV contain some sharp points (no pun intended) which will not force the HR Manager out of his slumber , your CV should be in a place where it rightly belongs i.e dustbin.

So how one can make hi/her CV ‘SPIKED’? That’s an important and big question. And my personal philosophy is to avoid big questions of life. And also each B-school have its own theories/procedures  for adding spikes. Hence I will restrain myself from disclosing the details.

However ,  the basic concept of ‘spiking’ is to write  powerful, adjective-studded lines about whatever you have done or imagined to have done in life till that period , your actual/imaginary interests and hobbies etc.

For example, if your interest is playing games in PC/console , you need not be so straightforward while writing this in your CV. You may write ‘Vast experience in using/testing software applications’. Suppose you were in the bottom 1/3 rd portion  in your class , you have to tweak the sentence to ‘Graduated in the top 66% of my class‘ or ‘Finished eighth in my class of ten’ (highlight the word eighth) . Same concept  as glass half empty , half full.

‘It depends’ theory
I was pondering about the origin of this theory and am still not sure whether it started with the origin of zen philosophy which taught there is no single definitive answer to any question. But surely once you enter a B-school, this theory will save you in all class participation.

Be it academic questions ,  ‘Which is the better option to finance the project?’ , ‘Which marketing strategy will work for this product?’ , ‘What is the impact of increase in CRR rate on economy?’

Or Non-academic ones ‘Who is the hottest girl in class?’ , ‘Which is better whisky or Vodka?’ , ‘Who is better player Sachin/Lara , Federer/Nadal , Messi/Ronaldo ……?’ , ‘Where to eat tonight, in the college mess or outside?’

Or personal ones ‘Are you in love or just flirting ?’ , ‘Do you smoke , drink ?’etc

All the questions of Universe can be answered by the simple statement. So next time you are in the class without any clue to answer the question  and you have angry professor looking at you with owl eyes , just try out with the answer ‘It Depends’.

After two years, this is going to be the point of difference between a person with a MBA and a person without it. You will belong to the enlightened few , who don’t jump into conclusion at once , don’t give any straight answer. Because by that point of your life, you would have realised that be it in classroom or in real world  there is no question which cannot be answered by a simple two-word statement ‘IT DEPENDS’. 

'Free-rider' Theory
This is one of the much debated theory in campus. Everyone seems to oppose it. But I guarantee that once in a while everybody has been benefited by it. But of course , some lucky ones will be able to do a PhD  on this theory with their own strategies for application.

Let’s go to origin of this theory. When our ancestors climbed down from tress and and stared living in a community,  they went in groups to hunt. Initially each member in the group has to work hard to gather food or hunt animal. Gradually one member must have realised ,without his contribution in the work, food can be gathered / animals can be killed . He need not strain his body for the work. He just has act his part as a member in the group and can get his share. So he can be the ‘free-rider’.

Unfortunately there is written acknowledgement of that unknown ancestor’s patent on this theory. Hence we the generations who received the theory without any patent cost, overused it as it happens anything we receive free.

But in a B-school , each other Guy/girl you meet is as smart or smarter than you. Hence necessary precaution should be taken while using the theory so that you don’t get caught and ostracized from the group. But of course there is no one who hasn’t used this once in a while. Even those who are vehemently against it also have taken help of this theory in need.

The above may work as a guide/warning (pun intended , I hope) for the aspiring MBA students.

DISCLAIMER: I know that you believe that you understand what you think I wrote, but I'm not sure you realize that what you read is not what I meant.

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

The Secret in their eyes


Looking at her, I understood those are the saddest eyes one can stare
Like two sad stars, they had learnt to hide the chaos in the heart
But what pained me most, the way she smiled fighting her angst
Not letting the world know that she is hurt
I had hoped I will help her through the darkness
But I felt like a firefly trying to lend light to a burning sun
So I returned, without looking back once
With each step I took, I felt the breaking of the bridge that connected us both

But I kept walking, searching for all the excuses I will make, in the time to come
Why didn’t I stay back, why didn’t I fight for my place
Alas , but such is life; so many questions yet so few answers
All lost in the secret in their eyes

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Summer Melancholy

Walking down the road in the morning,
Glanced my face in the mirror of the speeding car; gloomy , tired
Is it going to be like this for rest of life, dragging myself to nightmares?
But in this frustration, I wasn’t alone
Everyone I saw on the road had the same expression
As if the tired souls are whispering the melancholy into each other

Fifteen kg kids walking like drunkards,
Fighting gravity with twenty-five kg schoolbags on their back 
Men hurrying towards daily jobs ,
Holding lunchbox in one hand and wet handkerchief in other
Women covered from head to toe,
Only eyes peering out of the cloth protection
It is not a religious thing: They are just fighting with sun not to interfere with color of their skin
Students hanging from train doors
Is it just population or we just like to lean on each other?
In those crowded compartments, still business thrives
One blind vendor fights his way through sweating bodies to earn his daily living
Only happy face it seemed, when I look outside, models in the billboards
Selling underwear to gold with their plastic smiles




The train stops at stations and the wave of bodies crash into each other
Coming, going, standing, thinking and not thinking
Lost in the spectacular daily zombie walk of civilisation
As a species have we outlived our invitation?

Sitting in the office, waiting for the hands of clock to arrange themselves in a beautiful angle
So that I can return to my room, I wonder
Who is more lonely : the handrails in the empty train waiting for hands to hold them again
Or the vehicles in the parking lot under the scorching sun

Thursday, April 19, 2012

'I' bike

The entry is for'The Castrol Power1 Blogging Contest' ( www.facebook.com/CastrolBiking ) 


My childhood prayer to have wings, so that I can fly far away
And sure I did fly, when I got my own flying machine
Through the dusty village roads to the open highway

It is my time machine, a door between things known and things unknown
It moves me from daily humdrums of life to unknown adventure
My own grey day dream space where memory meets inspiration




Riding under blue sky, sun in my open mouth
I can hear the song the wind sings and see the mystery of world as unfolds
I ride not to escape but to confront my demons

I see new faces on the road, some happy, some sad and some nonchalant
Everyone has a story to tell of the magnificent worlds inside them
In those thousand faces sometimes I even encounter myself

Through the snowy mountain tracks to the elegant beach roads
Through the city potholes to lush green villages paths
I ride not for destination but for the truth that we all seek

Sometimes under the angry sun, sometimes through the moody monsoon
Sometimes through the rough winter and sometimes through pleasant autumn
Seasons come and go as wheels of my bike keep rolling and never stop

To see the morning sun when it rises from the sea or simply ride on hill curves
To drink tea at tea-shop by highway side or to cruise on the night road
When I ride every moment brings an opportunity to explore

I understand life better as I ride on the two-wheels
The front one for the future and rear one for the past
And whistling eternal freedom-song I ride happily through my life 

Sunday, April 8, 2012

RAIN SONG


It’s raining after a long summer
I can hear the sweet sound of drops of water touching the ground
And smell of water-kissed-earth brings the old memory profound
It reminds me of the rainy days long ago, when I had sailed my handmade paper boats in the stream
Those keep sailing back to me crossing the gap of space and time
I can see my old self dancing in the rain, a barefooted boy on the village road
The feeling of pure joy and freedom
I can see my teenage self sitting beside the pond in front of my home
Counting the ripples in water and thinking about life and freedom


Then I have a fleeting vision of you,
Your feature appeared when raindrops touched lightning 
It was for a moment of bliss, enough to sustain a whole life
I wonder whether your hand still seeks mine when it thunders
Is it raining there and you still singing the rain song
And your smile still lending colours to rainbow
It’s raining after a long summer and I want it to stay that way

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Fooled by Randomness

A sweet smile, a small talk or a walk together
Who knows how it starts
Coincidence of events or conspiracy of moments
The chain reaction never ends

A never-learn-from-mistake attitude
Searching for probably improbable end
Moving in a circle of chaos
My heart is a perfect recipe for disaster



For a moment it throbs like a wild fire
In the next, dead like a burnt forest
Though looks at peace from outside
Troubled as a live volcano, it never rests

Day dreams, long silence, waiting in vain
sometimes every moment seems eternity
A serendipitous glance at each other
And eternity passes through a moment

Always trying to connecting the dots
But never a correct figure emerged
Seems like the mystery will remain forever
Whether I was fooled by randomness or randomised by foolishness

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Someone Like You


When you woke up in the morning and had a feeling of deja vu
You try to remember but can't do
Just know that someone was dreaming about you



When you heard a knock outside
And find a red rose lying at your front door
Just know that someone was still missing you

When you travel and felt someone following you
And you look back to find busy world moving by
Just know that he is one face in that crowd

When you get tired at work and look outside the window
And saw the clouds formed your name in the sky
Just know that someone told them to do so

When you get a envelope from a unknown address
And inside find a small poem written about you
Just know that someone knows you more than you do

When you enjoy moon-lit evening with friends
And the wind whispered in your ear and you get confused
Just know that someone made a wish for you

When you go to sleep tonight
And keep thinking about all these things happened
Just know that someone will be always there for you

Tuesday, January 31, 2012

FREEDOM SONG

I WANT BACK MY HISTORY, ALL OF MY TEENAGE ENTROPY
I WANT MY LIFE WITHOUT REASON, FOR ALL ITS REMAINING SEASON

I WANT MY WOUNDED HEART BACK, AND ALL OF YOUR SORROW
I WANT MY BROKEN BICYCLE, AND YOUR TEAR SOAKED PILLOW




I DON’T WANT MORE CLARITY, NOR THE LIFE ON CHARITY
LET MY LIFE WITHOUT ANY PURPOSE, NOTHING TO ACHIEVE

I AM BEYOND THIS PLACE AND TIME
I AM OUT OF THIS PRISON ,  AT LAST I AM FREE