Come as you are

Come as a song when I am afraid to sing

As a hope, when all is lost

As love, to fill the void in heart

Come as a rainbow when I look at the sky

As a gift, when I expect none

As a friend, when I am left alone

Come as a shooting star when I want to make a wish

As a glass of wine, when I sit to write

As the morning star, in my darkest night

Come as peace, after I have fought my war

As a last heartbeat, for a dying man

As a silver moon, gleaming on a stream

Come as a  dream, when I sleep no more

As a vision, when I am confused

As a smile, when tears are dried up

Come as a prayer, when I lose faith

As a imagination, when I am too real

As a idea, when I am afraid to think

Come as freedom, when I am in chains

As a bedtime story, when I am a child

As a walking stick , when I grow too old

Come as unexpected, as a summer rain
As a first kiss or as a last wish
As a red rose on the grave

Come whenever and wherever you like

Come, as you used to be, as a surprise

I will be then and there, as promised

Hey God , don't look this way

Hey God,  if your ever wake up from your eternal sleep
Please don't look this way ,
We are not ready yet for you to evaluate

The world you left us seemed too big
So we made thousand partitions
And fought many wars in the name of peace

All that we need was without any price
But we did not want things for free
And bargained freedom in death for a life spent in slavery

You thought we will learn to coexist
But equality of life was passe
So we fought with each other to see who is fit to live

You created a world without any fallacy
But it was not fun to live in a world without any lies
We created our own illussions and made mockery of life

You made us mortal so that we can seize each moment
But we believed in saying nay
And just survived long enough to die anoter day

Your final gift was the ability to love
But we thought it as a mere weakness
And now we just hate to love and love to hate

You will be sorry to see what we have become
So Please don't look this way
We have not evloved yet and are far from being perfect

random thoughts

Bored with the tranquility of my soul , I fell in love
Conspiracy of my heart , I chose you
Now I feel like a dying cockroach lying on its back waiting for eternity to end

Vibrations of the deadly silence brings back memory of future
Call it coincidence or purpose,
dancing smokes of dying cigarette draws your face in the sky

How it feels to be in love
who can tell who will dare
Am I in love? Can I deny ?

Alcohol Dreams

This is dedicated to all the Saturday nights and to all the friends who were part of those nights.

It was a Saturday night , a night for alcohol dreams
You have a free pass to roam between excitement and exhaustion
And a whole night to curse failed yesterdays , hopeless tomorrows

Waves come crashing by when you glance towards the horizon
Able to see more than you deserve and start to believe more than you meant to
Dreams start to replace the reality and emotions start their intoxicated celebration

You need not hide anymore behind the cloak of invisibility
Now you are free to hope , sing and dream of elusive love
No more you are bound to feel alone

Be it your friends, the sea , the stars , the sky or the smoke-filled air
Everywhere and from everyone you hear the same story without a word spoken
As if the whole universe camouflaged to be your own reflection

In the end, when you end up saying 'repeat' ,
sometimes  for bartender to give another drink
but always for God to grant you another such night

Have You

The following is dedicated to all those peole who have sold their worlds . (Specially to one of my favorite singer Kurt Cobain)

Have You

Ever fallen into a blackhole, touched the hearts of dead stars
Dreamt of falling into nowhere, no time , no space into sudden emptiness
Ever cried without tears , listened to the story of your shadow

Have You

Ever asked yourself for its reason of hiding
betryed your existence from something to nothing
looked into darkenss and questioned its purpose

Have You

Ever fought with a man who has nothing to lose but his agony
Stopped talking to your silence remebering the time before you are born
or ever touched the hand who wrote this song

MBA : First Impression

I admit that , with only few days of experience in college(to be specific 10 days) am not qualified to
comment on the programme or people. However as seniors and faculty members have told again
and again that getting time for yourself will be become a illusion in days to come , I thought it is
better to write whatever comes to mind. And I must tell beforehand that whatever statements am
going tomake now may be not completely true as I gather more experience here


1. Induction Programme : As per college manual , objective of the programme to initiate
interaction between faculty and new students and between final year and new students.
I am not going toelaborate the process as it will take the fun part of the programme.
However one suggestion 'pleasedon't miss it' as you will miss the whole concept of MBA
programme

One personal experience that I can share is , in the first day of induction when the faculty
asked all of us the question which we had prepared best during interview days ,'why MBA'
nobody raised handamong hundreds of students. It was quite satisfying experience for me
as I really do not know the answer.

2. Difference between Night and Day : I am a person of simple habits when it comes to sleeping.
If  I remember correctly last time I had less than six hours of sleep in a row was during 12th
board exam.I can assure you that from then on I had never have problem of sleeping 7-8 hours
in a day. I have followed that regime for the last 12 years , even  during graduation in my engg
college when friends were active in various extra curricular activities (watching movie , playing
computer games andother things) or during the years after that when I had a job

However in these few days, I have a sincere doubt whether people ever sleep here. It's like
twenty four hours a day and nobody is complaining.

The reason may be in following picture

When this Sunday , I went to bring the books from academic block a surprise was waiting for me.
I signed the acknowledgement sheet and received the books shown above and the madam
distributing the books shared the addition information (shock) that these are not for a whole year .
These are meant to be read in a trimester (10 weeks period) . Other than the above books one
can borrow reference books from library and may be provided additional reading assignments by
profs.

3. Class Participation. : I belong to those marginal section of students who went to govt schools
and colleges. So , whoever in the class raised their hand to answer or question, we used to make
fun of him/her as the 'show off person of the class'. Times change and so as places. Here the
motto is to show off else suffer in your grades.

As in today's class , most of the people animatedly discussed for an hour on difference between
values , morals and ethics , I was searching  for soul like me who was getting bored and when I
find none , the hindi tune kept ringing in my head 'ye kahan aa gaye hum'

4. Friendship or Networking : Here rarely you are going to make Friends .You have to make
networks then Friends (if any) will come to you . I am still learning the concept , hence cannot
detail on it. IfI mange to decode it , which has a near zero probability , I will elaborate in the
next blog(s).

So this is for now. If I do not get sucked into the supersonic pace of life that is a norm here ,
I will come and share my experiences soon.

As the song goes

"Yesterday all my troubles seemed so far away.

Now it looks as though they're here to stay.
Oh, I believe in yesterday"

Good Bye & Good Luck Vizag

You can say goodbye to people. But can you really bid farewell to a city.?

I came to Vizag in Septmber 2006 with a single agenda of earning livilihood and in a way revive my
self respect which was lost in the turmoil of being jobless in preceding three months.

I have to admit that initially I hated this place. There was no particular reason. May be unrest in my
heart brought the worst of me. But at the end I submitted to the temptation the city provided and
fall in love with the place.

In these last 57 months , in between hundred hangovers,  I cherish those night drives with friends ,
numerous office gossips , alone moments in the beach measuring weight of sand in hand or on the
rooftop making figures in cigarette smoke or roamings through city on my bike when it rained.

But all the moments are lost forever like tears in the rain. And life goes on.

I can remember the first lines of a old ghazal ' Ab ke hum Bichde to shayad kabhi khwabon mein
mile , Jis terah sookhe hue phul kabhi kitabone mein mile '(In case we get separated this time ,
we may meet in our dreams like those dead flowers we find inside books)

And the first few lines of New Slang (The Shins), which goes as follows

                    Gold teeth and a curse for this town were all in my mouth.

                    Only, i don't know how they got out, dear.
                    Turn me back into the pet that i was when we met.
                     I was happier then with no mind-set.


                     And if you'd 'a took to me lik A gull takes to the wind.
                     Well, i'd 'a jumped from my tree
                     And i'd a danced like the king of the eyesores
                     And the rest of our lives would 'a fared well


So without any pretense or confusing emotions , I bid farewell fom Vizag as I bid farewell fom a friend  , 'Good Bye and Good Luck Vizag'