Stand Out

Do whatever , But Do like noone has ever done before

Reach wherever, But be sure you can get back to the shore

Love forever  , and never leave that one asking for more

Die whenever , but thank life for what  it had in store

Hurt if ever,  but then make sure you can heal the soul

Lose however,  but fight till you find your goal.


My Photo- City of Bath , UK

Pre and post nothing Happiness Syndrome

Is there something like a happy moodswing?
After prolonged days of being morose and bored , dying for a change, where your boss reminds you of Dogbert , when your work life starts to suck, when you are swearing on the men you don’t want to be with and running behind the state you actually want . This state shocks me. Makes me think what is that I am doing right. So I could hold on to this forever.

After those emotional controls hanging from your ceiling fan making your head go round and round strangulating your minds independence.
There are these days when you have happy mood swings. When you are in the state of loving all that surrounds you. Where everything means a thing. Where you live in the ‘now’ of affairs and not ‘later’.


That’s when you realize that these are days when your are actually doing things for yourself. You are not knocking things down for later. You are not avoiding your own self. You are not being that self depressed lazy butt. You are not judgemental about people who love you. You are not holding back. You are just settled.

and P.S Mr. Clooney my love, why does one even need a back pack when one has no baggage to carry.
Pic - April'10 , Bangalore

Les pluies de l'été

The thirsty drops of rain tingling onto my head,

Barren thoughts of joy that it seems to have bred .

Its the misty cloud and the virgin vapours insight ,

Its not me that seems to have indulged in this fight.

I lift up my cramped self to walk in the cool breeze ,

Thanks to the coy clouds that ease out all the crease.

Its not me to be blamed for I have no tempest needs,

Its the rain that has caressed and dampened all the seeds..

photo: London, April '09

Maladies Mentales

ü- Stuck in the middle !! And so life moves on, getting closer to the best,( ah ! you must be kidding ).Our process analysis of any situation tells us we are moving towards the worse. downside - Lifes circle getting smaller , narrower set of friends and best fits. Upside- we are getting better at coping up with things that bring change. In a hell of a manner everytime, but atleast you are reaching points when you can uproot yourself , correcting pendulum like behaviour devoid of new risks/returns. Switching on and off is better than hibernating mode each time.

ü- Sans Change!! Personalities definitely change and evolve, you are what you have chosen you want to be with no external virus attacks, What my image is and what I want to represent is our forte, though I still do not know what works best for me, changes over time (that’s fine), but I do know that I can keep experimenting till the time I have to stop and walk away with a dab of confidence and a tint of arrogance in MY chosen direction .

ü- Questioning at x per hr!! Well we all do that a zillion times a day,

" Where is it going? Why did he call me, Why did he not call me, Will he do what he says, does he say what he does ?, Why did not she and why don’t they,What do they think, How do I get out of this now, Do I really need to say that, When will I actually buy that car, Does that dress make me look fatter, Have I got a tummy which is more than the one I got last time I went home. Is that even a worry for her, that she sounds so worried. Look at the mess he created, why did I ever get so fast into that, it is so unreal, What is that they are actually doing ? Stop! Should I make a full stop now it’s going way overboard."

Breathe ! We keep punching questions that keep punchering our mind over a typical span of a humans week, now sit back and ponder over the weekend that all those futile questions on which no action was taken , if not asked would have left no difference in our state of being and the way we spent our friday nights or monday mornings.

ü- Keep the pin labels away!! We still would have laughed and cried and ate the same amount of junk courses, because at not one point of life is life so certain. Yet we try to pin it to any kind of surety sometimes to the extent that we base our decisions on others graphs. Keep the pin boxes away, they only pinch and poke you.

ü- Repulsion sydnrome!! You will see that each time you cross a line you will want to push back. But then you will still lie in the same parallels of momentary pleasures . It’s like a constant given in any equation over a period of time even though the variables keep multiplying.

ü- Expectation is the ghost!! Another common ailment is over expectations, the fact where you decide how you should be treated while you slip control from the way you've got to treat yourself. Its got nothing to do with them or you, it is just happening because it ought to happen, all you need to do is disassociate from the conflicts and when it makes less than incomplete sense and the timing is right you will know what to do next.

01.01.10

On the year gone by

2009..its been about self discovery...personal accomplishments..travel and learning..crossing of a few bridges, good to bad to worse choices, some calculative and some natural feats.. here's completing the act...2010 I see brings another rollercoaster ride...

Here's to yet another block..
The sound bells of silence,
Ringing through the head
The melange of the past
Some alive, some dead
Some tickle, some scare
Awefull enough to shut your eyes
Candid enough to make you stare,,
A year that came full circle
And concaved before it ends..
Now an encaspulated journey
Meandering with reckless bends,,
Are you caught by those white noises
But they can’t really hear you out..
Are you dumbfounded by choices
But you can’t live any beyond doubt,,
Does it turn into Farce
When you turn to give meaning
Does it all vanish into vapour
When you harden it to feel it,,
But those moments that we walked
Natural acts with an obvious ploy
Even that lasted for a whisker
No regrets nor any burdens of joy,,
And tiptoeing we walk on the fences
Keep moving for a final stop
On this bed and that soil
To just one more block,,

P.S : On deliberation this poem has a negative element , not the intended mood and tone..
Photo - Canary Wharf, April 09

The push and pull factor in confusion.

These days I am fearing/hating /abhoring myself of loving to live life in my comfort zone. Guess we all enjoy entangling ourself into the chain of certainity that we have woven , the circle of friends , the job where everyone knows you and smiles at , the world that we live in and all the silly to horrendously silly circle of influences that surround us.

We feel that being where we are is more than the perfect state of being for us . Any shift or drift will mean a jolt and our life will never again be the same.

To a certain extent this confusion drives most of us and to some offcourse it just does not drive they are stuck in the middle , so this is not for that fortunate set.

"Status quo" definately in management books and everywhere else in the world where life is difficult to manage means low risk… life gets simpler , you are in control of things and are getting controlled by comfort and end of the day your just an ounce more of it . Your body clock is set you don’t even need any alarms in your life.. instead they alarm you if they do ever ring. Well that’s exactly the point I am reaching to and maybe many of you reading will have already made it there..

So Welcome on board!

Now you have made that choice of leading a simple life sans change and challenge.. but then are you really growing beyond numbers and proportions , receding hairline and appearing facial lines. We may like pruning the branches every now and then , but few of us want to pull of the roots and plant ourselves on a different soil.

Personal discovery and doing something new each day seems like a line woven with way too much of philosophy or asking too much from life and so you would just want to give it an askance and not read further..


Plucking yourself out from routine and jumping into another pond , learning to swim and touching the shore and not simply floating like a lifeless log of wood devoid of direction. I know easy to say in some poetic bullshit but a tuff call to take and worst of it all most of the time you don’t know when the timing is right.

Personally I have rotated in this idea, which to me now seems like a fear which I call "comfortophobia"
Am I willing to take the risk and plunging into a rather uncertain job , a new relationship, a personal union or a different country or city to inhabitate.

I am completely a woman of contradiction here , at all times I constantly need to pep myself to make life less boring on the other I get habituated and attached to things, people, circumstances, coffee mugs, bed sheets, colours, patterns of anything big and small and all other materialistic blocks standing around me.

What I am trying to say that I take much longer time to come out of the perfect circumstance that I push myself to making , as I don’t really live in less than what I really want, once I am there coming out of it is a task and coaxing myself for something different and better becomes rather a herculean task .

We do get pulled into directions one which lets us discover more about us but definitely brings change and sometimes causes havoc in our comfort areas , the other which lets us a beat more closer to a mundane life.

Well I still can’t fathom ways to come out of it every now and then , but I have been able to arrive at a few gruesome reasons that leave me/us in such a muddle.

Is it - fear of loosing your independence - Danger of not knowing youself completely and getting on to your wrong side - Confusion of what does and does not work best in favour and bring you closer to the desired end - Risk of not being able to go back to where you made a good start. - Being pushed by contradictory goals and motivations - Not trusting or getting influenced by anyone too much, but your self... you are the factor and you have to live with it..

Single focus , Double Thoughts..
Go where you want to spread the torch..
Take the string and pull the chord..
Look up in search of the lord..

Dig through deep hollow wells..
Take me there to the road that ends..
Show me the window which opens to the hill..
Pass by me even if your shadows will..

Switch it on when the time says play..
Open in the dark and close by the day..

Flicker the flame when the wind stood still.
Cheat the chest on those wind mills..

Blow the trumpet if the curtains go down..
Take your arrow and shoot the clowns..
Push the wall that lies between..
Colour all those open and opaque screens..

Prick the thorns that lie on the stems..
Tick the times when you are at the bends..
Tailor the stiches that lie within..
Clamp your feet and Roger that film..

Deep below there lies a golden chest..
In your hunger for the quest..
Into oblivion your several dreams..
But the undying focus still screams..

Photo: Atlantic wharf, Cardiff