No more a teenager!!

It has been quite a while since I wrote anything about the love of my life, my Ford Ikon. Yes, all this while we have been together, I never realized when the time and the miles flew away. I guess it was only a matter of time before she came out of her teenage and reached the important milestone of 20K.

I had always been fond of Ford vehicles and when Ikon hit the Indian markets a long time back, it was my immediate favorite. Since then I had a secret desire to own an Ikon at some point in my life and on that wonderful day of June the twenty-second I finally managed to realize my childhood dream.

Having driven my Car for so long, I have come to realize how it is not just a piece of machinery. I have realized how much like a human, can a car be. It is quite like another woman in your life, which takes amazing care of you if you keep her happy and can be painfully tough to handle when upset.

There definitely is this connection between you and the car that you own which cant be put into words. You just know when it is in the pink of its health and when it is down with a fever. It does not take you long to realize how your vehicle is feeling on any given day and you just learn to adjust with it automatically. You know which pothole can bruise your vehicle and which one's she can just glide over. It's the most amazing feeling to be in a relationship with someone when everything is understood implicitly without ever saying a word.

Yes, I know, I do sound like I m in love and to tell you the truth, I actually am. It was the sole reason that I took my sweetheart on a trip to Goa, to celebrate an important pitstop in the journey that we had embarked upon a long time back. I never know how can I ever let go of you....Thanks for being there with me....Always !!

Dark Side of the Moon

When life was beautiful,
You seemed so fresh.
When the mind was free,
No flaw I could see.

Everything you did,
Made me laugh.
And your cheerful smile,
Never revealed your guile.

Somewhere deep down I feared,
My conscience had warned me.
I kept ignoring the sign,
Assuming everything was just fine.

Slowly life began to change,
It started shedding its colors.
You did not seem as immaculate either,
When you lost your funny vigor.

I tried to forget and forgive,
Blamed everything on my fate.
I wanted to give you one more chance,
To help myself come out of the trance.

Then I chose to walk the walk,
Take the road to perdition.
I never wanted anyone alongside,
When I trod along the seaside.

And there you stood on the crossroads,
As lonely as a cloud.
You had lost all your wisdom,
Controlling you was gruesome.

Slowly life dragged on,
Like a never ending highway.
Every breath was fuelling my rage,
While I sat there like a sage.

I was face to face with reality,
As ugly as it looked.
I never knew this aspect of life,
It was like a never ending strife.

Now I have chosen to forgive,
Over time I will forget.
I don't know if I should stay,
Or into the distance I walk away.

Hyderabad-Goa Road Trip

Here is a gist of how to reach Goa from Hyderabad via road for all those driving enthusiasts who love to hit the highway.

These are the major routes to Goa from Hyderabad.

1. Hyderabad - NH9 - Sholapur - Kolhapur - NH4 - Belgaum - Londa - Panaji.
2. Hyderabad - NH9 - Sholapur - NH13 - Bijapur - Belgaum - Londa - Panaji.
3. Hyderabad - NH9 - Sholapur - Sangli - Kolhapur - Savantwadi - Mapuca - NH17 - Panaji.
4. Hyderabad - NH7 - Raichur - SH20 (K'taka) - Lingusur - Hungund - Bagalkot - Yergatti - Belgaum - Londa - Panaji.

I always prefer to take the 4th route mentioned because it is one of the shortest possible, also almost 80% of the times the road is empty and the condition of the roads is marvelous. The only blemish is the drive from Londa to Goa border where the road is in a pathetic condition thanks to all the dumpers and lorries plying those so-called highways (but then you would anyways have to encounter that road on 3 of the 4 options mentioned above).

The round trip mileage would definitely not be less than 1600KM leaving aside the travel in Goa which one can safely assume to be anywhere from a 20-50KM average a day if you like to roam around in Goa. Again, it totally depends on the enthusiasm the drivers show.

Have atleast 2 good drivers who have previous experience on highways with you with one backup driver who can drive on empty highways. An ideal scenario would be to have more than 3 good drivers because that way, you can get a lot of rest for each driver.

It takes anywhere from 14-17 hours of driving to reach Panaji from Hyderabad, and thats a lot. So you better get your vehicle serviced and in a good shape before you set off on the road. Also, be sure that you tank up at each petrol bunk that you see cause you never know when you might run out of fuel.

A word of caution, the ghat section is tricky and needs experience. So have your best drivers driving you through the ghats. Also make sure that anyone who is driving in the ghats has had a nice rest before that since it can be particularly tiring with all the clutch, gear-shifting, hair-pins, and traffic to avoid.

NEVER DRIVE AT NIGHT IN THE WESTERN GHATS. It is a total waste of time, since all the dumpers and lorries would be all over the roads and it would be foggy as well. It is just a waste of time. Dont be an idiot in trying to be brave. Be wise and hit the ghats only in broad daylight.

Hope you guys enjoyed reading this post. Do share your experiences if ever you take the road to Goa. It is a feeling quite unmatched by others.

Unreal Tournament

In times of uncertainty, you just cant trust anyone. Your outlook becomes overly cynical and life seems terribly unfair. Everyone out there seems to be conspiring against you. It is in testing times like these that your character truly evolves. The strength and the might of a ship can only be tested by a violent sea.

Keeping calm in a storm can be tough at times. You know that any act of haste can ruin more than what it can resolve and the temptation of destroying everything around you seems irresistible. When you are undergoing an inner turmoil and the world within is in a conflict with the world without, your mental strength undergoes a stress testing of sorts.

At times like these, it helps greatly to be able to think clearly, positively and judiciously. And for doing that you need to be able to talk to your inner self, your soul. You need to be able to ask questions to yourself and even be able to get the answers to those queries. After all who knows you better than your own self.

Your morals, ethics, nature and character are all put to a thorough test and you just have to come out good if you dont want to risk losing something important in your life. But then these are the times to find out who you really are, what limits you can stretch yourself to and what really is the X-factor within you.

Sometimes, life can be tough. Sometimes, life seems to be surreal. It seems to be running at such a fierce pace that you fail to catch up with your own self. You seem to be lost in the vast sea of uncertainity and cynicism. That is when you can truly find yourself. A little bit of introspection can help you find those dark corners within you, which you never knew even existed. So take it as a blessing in disguise the next time you are depressed because its only then that you get the time to hang out with yourself.

The Drowsy Warrior

There he stood fighting the enemy,
There he stood holding his ground.
While his comrades were being ripped away,
He did not let his attention sway.

It was like fighting the phantom,
It was like shooting in the dark.
The warrior knew he never had a chance,
But he continued fighting with undettered stance.

No one ever doubted the outcome of the fight,
No one ever doubted the warrior's might.
It was just a question of how and when,
This gruesome affair was going to end.

He was trying to stop the wind from blowing,
He was trying to stop a raging river.
He fought on with marvelous fortitude,
Some divine force he seemed to exude.

It seemed that the end was closer,
It seemed that the feud would be over soon.
The warrior had been enervated,
The long fight had left him jaded.

Then came a blow like a flash in the sky,
Then came a blow from a scintillating sword.
The warrior fell to the ground gasping for breath,
He could fight anyone but his own death.

The warrior had seen this fight before,
The warrior had seen it in his dreams.
But when the plot had gone wrong somewhere,
The kid realized he had had a nightmare.

Close Company

I wish I had my friends close by,
I wish I could learn from them.
I wish I could spend more time with folks,
Who have a germinal stem.

I wish I had an intellectual company,
Who'd teach me to learn new stuff.
I wish I had not stopped exploring,
To end up in this bluff.

I know that I have to stand up,
Its time to be counted.
I know that I have that will,
One day my wish would be granted.

I know that it will change someday,
Its just a matter of time.
I know that there will be one day,
When everything will be just fine.

Mumbai - Not quite Mumbaiya : Part I

I had always wondered as a child what the big cities were like. Growing up in a small township where everyone knows everyone else generally does that to you. I had promised myself that one day I would visit all the four big metropolitan cities and see what makes them click. I must admit that travelling is my craze and I just love to be on the road.

Well, as luck would have it the first of the metro's that I got a chance to visit was New Delhi. That was kind of strange considering the fact that Calcutta (the former and in my opinion, more posh name of present day Kolkata) was barely 5 hours from my hometown. There is something about New Delhi that hits you the moment you enter that city. Maybe it's the strange feeling of being in the capital state of the country, where the future of the country takes shape day-in and day-out. When you see places like the Rajpath, the India Gate, the Parliament you are just dumbfounded by the amount of history associated with those places. You can only stare at them and imagine what would have been happening the very same place 60 years back.

Then there are places like the Chanakyapuri and the Aurangzeb Road, the Akbar Road and others which are teeming with the residences of present day political honchos and diplomats from all the Big Countries. You cant stop and imagine that these are the very same people who represent millions and millions of people of your country in the Houses of the Parliament.

A little further you go and one gets to see scores and scores of malls, world-class movie theatres and state of the art roads and of-course cars. This all reminds you of two things. First that people in Delhi are filthy rich and they dont hesitate to show off their money. Even people who just barely manage their expenses, just have to shop in the biggest of malls and move around in the costliest and not to forget the longest of cars. Secondly, it shows what a capital of a country like India should and should not be like. There is so much intermixing of good and bad in Delhi that you sometimes wonder that only God must be running this city.

If you are visiting Delhi, you have to visit the North Campus. It was here that many of the great leaders and bureaucrats of today once used to study. Also this has to be one place where you can find the hottest crowd of them all. Trust me, no one is ugly here.

At the end of it all, I would say that being in Delhi is an experience. The pace of life, the energy of the youth there, the exuberance in the culture, the vibrance of the politics and the richness of the heritage there just doesnt stop to deceive you.

So much about (by now you must've realized, considering that this post was to be about Mumbai, my favorite Metro) Delhi. The next metro that I got a chance to visit out of the Big Four was Calcutta. I had visited Calcutta once when I was about 5 months old. I hate to say this, but my memory of that visit is really very hazy. The second time I visited Calcutta was when I had to come to take a flight to a place where my career was about to start.

Let me tell you one thing about Calcutta. Most people say that change is inevitable. Well Calcutta proves that wrong. This place is in a state which makes you think if it was only yesterday that the Britishers left. All the noticeable architecture that is standing in Calcutta was built by the British folks when they reigned over this city. Coming back to the point of inevitability, the only thing that is permanent in Calcutta is Strike (or Bondh, spelt B-A-N-D-H as the Bengali chaps call it). Anyday, anytime and anywhere there will atleast be one dharna, procession or bandh happening somewhere in this city. That's what 35 years of Communist rule does to a place.

Having said it all, I still love that place to the core. What you need to learn from that place is the very fact that change is not always for the good. The people in that town stick to the basics and thrive on it. The poor are happy in their poverty as much as the rich are discontented in their affluence. That place teaches you how not to let go of your roots and still learn and explore the new world that's knocking on the doors of tomorrow. Calcutta is as much about the people that live on the streets, have discussions over a cup of tea everyday in the evening and live the life of a true blue communist as much it is about the super-rich businessmen both from the city and from the nearby sub-urbs living it up in the City of Joy. Calcutta is as much about 24 Parganas as it is about Salt Lake. It is as much about the Dum-Dum airport as it is about the Howrah station.

Mumbai - Not quite Mumbaiya : Part II

Finally, coming back to City of Dreams as I would like to call it. Mention Mumbai to a common man on the streets of India and what you get in response is this "Sapno ki nagri hai....Wahan ek rupiya ek raat main ek crore ban jaata hai" (It's a city of dreams....There, a rupee can turn into a crore overnight !). That city has been glorified to such an extent in the eyes of the common man that you just expect something out-of-the-ordinary when you visit that place. I would like to admit that I too was debilitated by the same syndrome.

A little bit of flashback first. I tried to visit Mumbai an innumerable number of times. All the while I was in awe of the city. I just had to experience the experience that was Mumbai. I just wanted to know what was about this city that had inspired so many personalitites over such a long period of time. First time I contemplated going, Mumbai was hit by the worst floods ever. The second time I thought of going it was via Goa. I had a blast in Goa for 2 days and the day before I was about to leave for Mumbai, the absolute villian in my life (read the HOD of Computer Science) calls me a million times and my parents a gazillion times looking for me. The whole point was he wanted me to pursue my internship in a place of his choice and not a place of my choice. That much for dictatorship. He even went to the extent of saying that I was not to leave town (Note : it was the semester break) without informing him. I wished I had died then and there. I had to rush back to B'lore to Meet and Greet Him and my attempt at Mumbai was ruined yet again.

So then, I was third time lucky. This time the purpose of the visit was two friends getting engaged (to each other obviously) and I could not thank them enough for choosing Mumbai as the place of that ceremony. After many ordeals, I finally landed in Mumbai (Chembur to be precise, since some people dont consider it as Mumbai). Remember that initial vibrance that I felt when I entered Delhi for the first time. Well, there was nothing of that sort happening to me this time round. I said to myself "Maybe I am tired with all the travelling, let's see how it goes".

Two things you notice about Mumbai as soon as you hit the city. First everyone seems to be in a hurry. Everyone, for some wierd reason is running and trying to overtake everyone else on the road just to meet the same person again at the next signal. Then, just as if the mad rush was not enough, they do it all over again. Second, you cant help but wait for some turns or curves in the road. All the roads are just dead straight. They just keep on going on and on and on for eternity. It's like they built one road that went right upto the sea and then they thought to themselves "Wont it be nice, if we had other roads as well....It would be easier for us to reach our homes then".

I must admit Chembur impressed me at the first glance. There was a shop available for every damn brand name that you could imagine of. The roads were nice and people although a little hurried, were helpful. We managed to find a hotel with much difficulty and just when we thought that we got ourselves a place to crash we get another shocker. The hotel seemed to be pretty much empty, but instead of letting out the room straight away the owner started inquiring about our whereabouts, just like we had entered into a police station to surrender ourselves after a gruesome crime. Finally, after much effort, we managed to convince him that we were no criminals and he let us in.

I had planned my Mumbai visit for years and years together. We had more than a day to spare and I wanted to cover almost everything that I knew of about the city. I wanted to go to the Chowpatties, the Band Stand, the Local train, the Marine Drive, the VT station and so much more. The journey to Mumbai was so tiring though that I allowed my battered spirit one night's rest and promised myself that I would do a whole lot more the next day.

Remember this about Mumbai whenever you visit that place "You will sweat no matter what". In case you are someone who sweats even in the B'lore climate then while in Mumbai, it will be a downpour, a thunderstorm. So better be prepared for the muggy and sultry conditions there. Dont get irritated by the fact that you are the only one sweating there. There are others too out there suffering the same plight as you are. Just that you wont be able to find them since they would be running all the time. And yes, that is the only cure to this problem. It's only when you are stationary that you sweat, you will NOT sweat when you are running in Mumbai. That explains one wierd behaviour of the Mumbaikars. Also if you see someone who is born and brought up in Mumbai, remember the axiom that true Mumbaikars (just like true Chennai-ites and true Kolkatans, for some God-forsaken reason) do no sweat.

Mumbai - Not quite Mumbaiya : Part III

The Mumbai sojourn was more of a nightmare for me after that. The next day, I gave in to my friend's request of checking out of the comfy hotel to check out Mumbai. So we decided to check out Band Stand for the sole reason that we had heard of that place the most number of times (not that we had some list with that kind of ordering done !!). Needless to say both of us were drenched (no it was not raining, in our own sweat) by the time we reached there. We decided to lay around in the Barista Coffee Shop and enjoy the scenic beauty. Within two minutes of us sitting there, we realized that this could not go on forever. We needed that wonderful invention called the "Air Conditioner" created solely for the down-trodden people (read pigs) like us. After some time pass and some coffee and snacks till my shirt dried off all the sweat we decided to give the Mumbai roads another shot.

So off we went and this time back to Chembur to attend that solemn engagement. All of a sudden we realized that this was supposed to be a ceremony for the civilized and not for some fauna like us. So we decided to camouflage into human beings and got ourselves some clothes (and that gentleman of a shop-owner even ironed those clothes for us). After all the camouflaging (and bathing in the Deodorant exercise) we finally ended up at the place where we ought to be. Thankfully the guys had booked an AC hall. While inside, we enjoyed ourselves watching those two close friends get engaged to each other and noticing their insurmountable smiles and happiness. All of a sudden it was time to leave and I prayed to God that the conditions outside might have improved.

Point # 2 to remember about Mumbai. If you sweat in Mumbai, the conditions never get better. They just go from bad to worse as the day progresses. So we decided to run again to save ourselves. We inquired about some place where we could have some cooling down (read Beers). To my surprise, we were greeted with a scorn that is hard to forget and the lines "YOU WANT TO DRINK NOW ??" Drinking before nightfall in Mumbai is apparently a crime. After much persuasion, we did get some leads to a million places in Mumbai where we could chill out, but no one seemed to know of one particular name of a pub (or they might have been deliberately keeping the name from us). Maybe it's taboo to talk about the pub you visit in Mumbai. We decided to go to our final destination in Mumbai which was to be the VT station. We heard that en-route we would definitely find "SOMETHING". Well, we searched hard to find that mysterious something but could not. Suddenly out of the blue I saw a sign saying "BUDWIESER" and my eyes lit up and the taxi came to a screeching halt since it was time to re-hydrate ourselves. We barged into that posh restaurant thingie and asked for Beer....Chilled please. We were greeted with another condescending scorn (I thought to myself maybe all Mumbaikars suffer from the same disease) and the manager blurted out "WE DONT SERVER LIQUOR HERE !!" reminding me of that female's statement a few hours ago.

Without giving a darn I ordered a Lime Juice. I thought, what the heck, that place had a nice AC and a good television. We might as well soak it up for sometime. After sometime when the manager started giving us looks (the ones saying, get the hell out of here) we decided it was time we went ahead, ready to commit the CRIME (of drinking) in broad daylight. We went to the only pub in Mumbai called "THE PUB". There must have been a long thought process that would ve gone into naming that pub as "THE PUB". But I have never seen a more fitting name for any place anywhere. It was actually the only pub in approximately a 15 km radius. We had some drinks there, dried our shirts, chilled our spirits and promised ourselves one final shot at getting out of this living nightmare.

Out we went to the Cafe Coffee Day right below the pub to get rid of the high with some strong Cappuccino. All this while we were roaming around the VT station not even knowing if VT was the same as CST (which was mentioned on our tickets). At the end of it all and a little more inconsequential hurdles we reached the station and dumped ourselves into our respective berths. The next thing I remember was getting up in Hyderabad. Babies dont sleep that well. Only God knows how I praised myself in my dreams for booking a 2AC ticket.

Finally, after all the non-sensical talk I would like to get down to the point. Mumbai might definitely be a city of dreams. It might definitely be a city full of energy and zest. It might be the fashion and economic capital of India. It might be the place where the richest of rich and the poorest of poor can co-exist in harmony. It might be the place where Dabbawalas operate with Sigma-6 accuracy. It might be the place where there is no dearth of human spirit. It might be a place where life runs in the top gear.

BUT that place still lacks one thing. It lacks that X-factor that makes a visitor feel welcomed to a place. It's something like, if you want to visit Mumbai, you'd better behave like a Mumbaikar and follow all the regulations that a true-blue Mumbaikar would in his day-to-day life follow. You have to run when everyone else runs. You have to eat, sleep, get up, talk and even drink when everyone else does. It makes you feel like you are not wanted in this place if you cant be one of them. That repulsive feeling is hard to get over. If you are the "I live my life....How I live my life" kind of person, then my best guess would be that Mumbai is not the place for you.

My next destination is Chennai. Though from what I've seen of it while passing by that city in a train, I am not too excited. But then, guess what. The two friends of mine (who got engaged in Mumbai) are getting married this January in Chennai. So all the patrons of this blog would have to wait until then for me to update the blog about Chennai. My dream is finally gonna come true!!

Note : I haven't stopped cursing my friend for checking-out of that hotel in Chembur that day ever since.

When Love is in the air

When the sky is dark
And all hope has sunk
When you are in despair
And nobody seems to care

When life seems to be dull
And your optimism sleeps in a lull
When you suffer those dreadful blues
And you are desparate for good news

When the clouds of gloom mar the mind
And the warmth of love is hard to find
When it's tough to overcome your depression
And misery seems to be the sole obsession

Along comes someone as fresh as a rose
Who wishes to wish away your woes
Along comes someone with utter disdain
For sorrow, grief, hatred and pain

Along comes someone as bright as a star
Who takes you to some place very far
Along comes someone with a bountiful of verve
Whose sanguinity no one could swerve

Along comes someone as vivid as a dream
Who tests your patience to the very extreme
Along comes someone who changes your world
And steers you away from the wistful herd.

Peace Within or Peace Without!!

As I wait for something to change
My life just meanders through the plains
As a river that will finally merge into the sea
I ll let go of all the worldly chains

What's that next big thing in store for me
I want to know now because it's killing me
I wonder if it would change my life
I wonder if it would set me free

I went everywhere in the search for peace
I did everything that I could possibly do
To get to that heavenly place where serenity abounds
To get to the place where the mind has no bounds

Is everything just Black or White
Or are they merely different shades of grey
Is everything in this world just good or bad
When we are happy, why is everyone else sad?

Desparate Times

There are times when everything seems to be happening against you. When there seems to be a conspiracy of the stellar level against you. When, even God seems to be giving it back to you. This is about those times. This is about the desparation that bugs us all.

Desparate times require desparate measures. No one can plan their life way ahead into the future. Rather, one can, but I am a firm beleiver in the fact that it really does not always turn out to be the way you wanted it to. Therefore I always look for small bundles of joy which give me happiness now rather than somewhere down the line in future.

Great things come in small packages. You do not, rather you should not look for massive occasions and moments to make you happy. Live the moment that you are in and enjoy what life has to offer to you. That said, it does not mean that one starts looking for instant gratification in everything around oneself. In other words, you do not search for happiness, you do not run after it, you do not chase it. All you have to do is to let it come to you as and when fate has decided it to.

But then that's not what drives you crazy. That's not what desparation is. That's absolutely not what this post is all about. It's about times when things just start going wrong left, right and center. When you encounter failures one after the another because of something that you could never have controlled. When you do not succeed even you know that you have given it your best shot. When defeat stands as tall as a mountain and you just cant get over it.

Desparation drives one crazy. It forces you to think about your problems when there aren't any. It also forces you to think about the solutions to those problems where there aren't any. All that this does is to move you farther away from the truth. All logic seems to take a back seat. Everyone seems to be your enemy.

The whole point then, is that how do you get out of this black hole that you've gotten yourself into. It happens because you have just experienced that huge burst of happiness in your life and while you were busy with the celebrations, somewhere in the middle you just stopped living your life.

Living life is not just about being ecstatic and being happy. What you are is because of the good times that you have seen and also beacause of the bad times that you have been through. You will be fine as long as you walk the middle path of joy and sorrow coming at you in succession. The moment you swing to either side of the balance, you are in trouble.

When you are high on life and every thing seems to be going good, what you should do is to take a little amount of time and reflect on the tough times that you just faced. Similarly, when the going gets tough, you should take time off and think about the wonderful times that you had just experienced.

Never forget that life will always have it's ups and downs. It's your inertia that defines how quickly your mood changes. I have seen many kinds of people in my life till now. There are those with a heavy baggage who are either very happy or very grumpy. Then there are those who live in the moment and change moods in a flash.

There is no one solution to anyone's problems. Just that when you have people around you to support you and given the proper environment, things do turn around sooner rather than later.

So the next time you are desparate in life, remember that you yourself are to blame because somewhere down the line you had forgotten the good times that you lived and you were too high to get over it. Now life literally seems to be giving it back to you. That said, this is not a point to get depressed in life. Rather it's time for you to stand up and be counted.

Always remember that there is someone watching you all the the time. "Dukh main simran sab kare, sukh main kare na koi. Jab sukh main simran kare toh phir dukh kahe ko hoye" (Everyone remembers God Almighty when they are sad and never once when they are happy. If you had remembered God just once when you were happy, joy would've never left you ever). Happy Living.

10K and still going strong

This week was kind of special for me and my car. We reached a short milestone in the long journey that we have set ourselves upon. I completed 10,000 kilometres in the first car that I have owned. This car has a special place in my heart. I cant stand it having the smallest of problems or the slightest of scratches. Definitely I feel I am in love with it.

The car has had almost all of my close and not so close and some really really not close at all friends as its passengers along the way. I can tell you from experience that there are not many feelings better than driving your own car, especially on empty roads late at nights or on open highways with the destination being unknown. With one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the window rolled down. The cool wind blowing through your hair and the music just right for the mood you are in. And your speeds touching close to a 100K. It's just amazing.

My car has been a dear friend and a great companion thus far. Seldom have I had any problems with it and even when it does give me any I ignore them in the true spirit of friendship. Although if I did get any problems I would surely not be able to fix it since even a nursery kid would know more about how his toy car works than I do about how my actual one does.

Even though I have been on a lot of trips in and around Hyderabad on this car I still have several other short as well as long trips in mind. The most important ones on the list right now are trips to Goa and Bangalore. I would also like to take it once on a reaaaaaaly long drive to my home in Bokaro or maybe even to Delhi. Finally I have never seen Bombay and Pune so that too would be on my list for things to do before we (me and my car that is) decide to part ways and I let my car rest in peace forever.

This post is a tribute to my car, my Ford Ikon which has been alongwith me through the ups and downs (or should I say the bumps and the potholes) of my life in the past few months. I just wish my car could understand human emotions. I would have certainly said cheers to my car with a glass of whisky in my hand and a tank full of petrol in it's back side.

P.S. : If you liked this post, please leave a comment on it. My car would really appreciate that.

If looks could kill...

Hello all jobless idiots reading this stupid blog. I am back and with a new look. I promise to bring loads more crap to you all. After a sabbatical, I am all set to bring you posts that will surely keep you on the edge of your seats.

You would see more innovation and color on this blog now and not the dark side of the things. That's not to say that my outlook towards life has changed. I am just giving this a shot and hope you guys like it.

Ahoy, all patrons of this BLOG. I commmand thee to come aboard and sail along with me on the rough ocean waters on this Journey called LIFE.

Days of My Life

What is darkness but the absence of light,
Seems like I cant get anything without a fight,
Was this just meant to happen, was it in the stars,
Or is all this just a myth, is all this just a farce.

As I walk this journey called life,
wondering what's in store for me next,
There comes a sudden shock to me,
Something that I didn't expect.

Where have all my pals gone,
They were all here just a while ago,
I tried to question everyone around me,
But nobody seemed to know.

Well then I tried making new friends,
Out of past acquaintances and more,
It wasn't as easy as I had thought it to be,
So tough to forget the days of yore.

I hate to say that I've given up now,
But I've decided to let my fate have it's way,
While I try to cling onto the things that I have,
While I try to save them from slipping away.