Our "Best" Tie

This tie maybe more colorful
But the “tie” that bonds us is much more longer
This tie may touch very soft
But our “tie” is harsh and much more stronger

This tie will bond you
To things that you always wanted or not
But I know for sure
Our tie has always been the one
That liberated each one of us

This tie may fade away one day
But our tie will shine on even when it will grow older!

Our little fights

Throughout Day and throughout the Night
Ours talks were random but never polite
The way we both put our side
Looked like a big armored fistfight
The discussion took less time to ignite
You with you and I with might
But one thing for sure we both realized
It was always fun and our rite

With you now gone out of my sight
It will take me some time to respite
Whatever I do, despite
Things will become a little offwhite
Those fun and times in my hindsight
Tell me now
With whom am I now going to fight?
With whom am I now going to fight??

The dying art of conversation

Face2face--Letters--Telephone--Emails--Chats--Scraps--Status Updates--Tweets--?

As time has passed by we have seen a lot of development around us. The above line is best example of the chronology of development that has been witnessed by us. From the era when writing letters were the most convenient form of communication we moved to the invention of telephones which changed the world drastically. By telephone we were able to contact and communicate with any person living anywhere in the world. However if we thought at that moment that telephone was the greatest invention that we had then what would have said about the internet?

The internet was again able to drastically affect our communication patterns. First came the email. This gave us the feel of a letter but one which can reach a person instantly. It was faster in travelling that even a telephone. Further updates to the technology like chats and social networking really changed the way we communicate in a world today. It helped us to not only select with whom we communicate but also deselect people with whom we don't want to! While writing this down today there is only one thought in my mind. What will happen tomorrow? What would be the new form of communication that I would be using in my day to day life?

But the technological development not only changed how we communicate but also how "much" we communicate? Imagine the endless face to face communication we use to have to the status updates which are generally much much smaller in comparison. Or remember the length of the letter that we might have received atleast once in life, which surely ran for pages, to the 140 character tweets that we receive today. So the technology change is not only affecting the medium of our communication. It is also affecting the message of the communication. The message which has always been the centre of communication. The one that matters the most is being changed and twisted to support the medium that we use. What makes me worry is only one thought. Is this what we really wanted? Technology is always looked as something which makes our life easy and simple. But can we afford a simplicity which is affecting the subject. Is Simplicity elimination of complexity?

What I feel is with the message being changed is affecting our ability to communicate which results in lost of motivation. I still remember the endless talks I use to have with friends who were in USA telling them about what was happening in my life and knowing about theirs. Then we started chatting everyday and letting the other person know about all the details of our day to day life first hand. It felt like tremendous power. You know about something that happened with the other person on the very same day. As we knew all of the things about the people then what started happening was during telephone conversation we were stuck by the "Aur Kya?" syndrome, which I personally feel is the worst kind and the most dangerous syndrome. It is the syndrome when you don't have much to talk to the other person and have lost the motivation to talk. But you cannot hang up because you just cannot.

The power of twitter and other social media is to give us updates about the ones we care and also about the ones we don't instantly. But this is fueling more to the Aur Kya syndrome! I feel this is making our conversations very hollow as well as shallow! Conversations have been the most important form of entertainment that has made us survive for so many generations. This is what distinguishes a man from not only animals but also from other men. What we have not realized is that over years all these developments have acted like slow poison. No doubt it has helped us in many forms but the end results if we see is not something that we ever wanted!

You

I searched all the way
And fought through the night
But couldn’t really find
The shine that lay in your eyes

The bright sun of the day
With the snow so white
But couldn’t really find
The warmth of your smile

The cool winds that play
Shivers me uptight
But couldn't really find
The sweetness of your sight

And everything around me in someway
Carries on just like my plight
But couldn't really find
The YOU of my life!

Time

Time ticks, Days fly
Month swings, Years passby!

The ticking of the clock
Makes me wonder sometimes
Do I understand what is says
Or its just sound of chimes
Round and round it goes
Making all the things sublime
Before I do realize
The time has ticked, begrimed

The flying of the sun
Is different sometimes
Days run behind the nights
Both together make the rhythm of the chime
The speed with which they pass
Raises the trouble slowly and sublime
Before I do realize
The day has flyed, begrimed

The pace of the swinging calendar
Affect the things around sometimes
One goes two goes and third is gone
Disturbing the harmony of the chime
The pace with which it turns
Catch your breath in manner that’s sublime
Before I do realize
The month has swung, begrime

The passing of the years
Makes me look back sometimes
So many things all planned
Fell apart like the broken bells of chime
If given another chance
Would have done differently but not sublime
Before I do realize
The years passed, begrimed

Time ticks, Days fly
Month swing, Years passby!

Pussy in IMT N

The night of uruguay-ghana match had unrealistic endings. The circumstances were out of control not only in Africa but also in IMT Nagpur hostel!
I was watching the match and my room mate was sleeping in the room. So i had to leave the door titled and not closed. After the match was over I came to my room. Closed the door, changed clothes and went to bed. Suddenly after some time i hear some crazy noises. I suddenly got up and switched on the light. And suddenly i saw her in front my of bed on the table. She was looking at me and at her first glance i just jumped up off the bed. To give you a brief about her she is always seen around our hostel. Roaming here and there. We had crossed paths sometimes but with not much interaction.
But there she was suddenly jumping of the table. She looked at me and cried! I got nervous. Didn't know much what to do!With jerk reactions i just got up and opened the door. Took my shoe and throwed it on her. She cried a little and also frowned and left the room in an instant. Being hurt just before leaving she looked at me and shouted "meeeeaaaaaaaahhhhhhuuuuuuuuu"!!So by the end of my first week here I finally had a pussy in my room!!

In name of Honor

Today morning in the news paper I read about the killing of one of the journalist in Delhi. Previously it was assumed to be a suicide as she was found hanging in her own house. But when police tried to uncover the story they came to know that this was actually a murder. The culprit behind this was her own parents. The journalist actually had an affair with one of her batch mate in college and wanted to marry him. She was also supposedly pregnant with his child. But the guy was from a lower caste and so her parents were not agreeing to this marriage. The parents however argued that they had to protect their honor. This brutal and sad story made me think what could be the state of the mind of a father doing such a thing. Tried to pen down the dialog, that maybe the father would have wanted to say.

My Gurl, My Gurl

How do you do?

I know there were less troubles

The time when you grew

I gave you all the teaching

A wise man could prove

But the things that you did

Were very gruesome and untrue

Outside in the world

You started bringing your own cues

You questioned the rituals

And other people’s purview

The shape of the society

You started to askew

You actions left me scattered

With only consequences left for review

So I have to sit down

And question my own virtue

For all the things I did

Now hovers like a taboo

Everyone questions me

And think I am your lieu

Hence I have to do something

For my own rescue

Your shameful deeds

Had to be outdoed

I never wanted to but

Options with me were very few

I had to protect my Honor

For that I don’t rue

Old will always be there

There is really no place for the new