Breath of Freshness

I've been lazy for quite some time and my editor took my job. This is her effort in writing. May be she should write more and inspire me to write again after years 

She ticked he checked they clicked 

Another story started
A breath of freshness hit her in a long time.....
She thought he felt the same....
Time started flying .....
Life started flowing..
Music made more sense....
It was a new rhythm
It was new
It was unknown
It was uncertain yet it felt familiar The touch felt warm....
The story felt already read.....
They both knew the beginning and the end.......

M a moment in your life hold me said she....
Capturing him in her heart for life out loud she said u make go weak in my knees.....only wishing he could muster the courage to express himself once ignoring all IFs and BUTs

But I Guess it was just a dream from which she woke up all clumsy looking for answers but all that met her eyes was emptiness
Why she asked ? closing her moist eyes.
Her only wish "if only she could share her free spirit with some who would cherish it as much she does.. "

It's been ages she was living with the cycle of nursing her heart ..... But she told it not to loose hope as she remembered someone once told her "you are a box of happiness" and that,s enough to keep her going.....

Mr & Mrs Gupta

I used to write a blog called Taxiwlas about half a decade beforeThe. It was about my experience with Taxiwala's I've came across and their stories.

Yesterday when I was travelling back from Bangalore Airport to BTM, in a Volvo bus, I came across a Delhi based family. Two hours journey was spent mostly by laughing (within).

India is changing and Indians too... :)

Talwar is Mightier than Everything

This is a work of imagination


Born  24th May 1993
Died 15th May 2008

It is still a mystery how she lost her life. 

Who killed her?  

What was the motive behind her murder?

Was the murderer a Doctor or a Butcher? 

Can her parents be involved in the Crime?

I'm trying to solve the mystery   with my imagination and circumstantial evidences.  

Stay Tuned for a Murder mystery.  

Love Bites

I’ll forget everything. That is a single sentence that killed the so called love. Now she is not mine, someone else have his hand over her. How can you just vanish away from my life? My ears still listen for your footsteps.

 As every middleclass family my parents also wanted me to do a government Job. I was never interested in a government Job. I always wanted to be the government, not the government servant. I learned the first lesson in life, everything runs on money. So I need money. Normal jobs will never give me that kind of money and I did everything to make more money and in the process lost more than what I would have made in a regular Job.

But everything changed when I met her. She became the reason for which I should live. I ignored everything and she became everything for me. I even didn’t care for my Job and was always engrossed with her thoughts. I decided to do anything under sun to make her my mine. She was like a cool breeze in my life.

We were like the best pair made on this beautiful planet. What went wrong? I have no idea. I’m sure for one thing, it was divine. Oh really? If it was divine, why the fuck did it end? Oh! May be as they say all good things have to end. I feel so low for myself. May be I was not the right guy for her. That cannot be true, if I’m not the right guy, then there is no right guy in this world.

How can someone new come to my life? How will I love her?  That will just be a compromise. I will never be with someone as crazy as her.  She was the only girl whom I’ve dated till date can have equal amount of alcohol with me and the sing Eminem’s “Love the way you lie”. She will be totally in her senses even though she acts beautifully that, she is totally drunk. I just love the way she sings when she is drunk. They say alcohol is bad, but it only makes her sexier.

I still remember our outing to one of the most beautiful beaches in Konkan. She was game for any crazy stuff. She fabricated the story of a study tour and we were off for a bag packing trip. It was so crazy that, we never had any destination in our mind and just wanted to spend some quality time together. We took a bus and set off like hitchhikers. Those were the best days of my life. I still remember her anger towards me, because of a love bite on her neck. It was so easy for me to divert her thoughts with a Joint I made for her. We both dozed off to sleep under the stars. Hallucination u

nder the effect of Joint was so good. Caretaker of our cottage had arranged the best available weed for our Joint. 

It’s been fucking one year she is no more there. I feel so lonely without her. Every fucking place reminds me of her. I wanted an escape from her thoughts. I wanted to run away from myself.  I changed my Job, I changed my city, I changed my profession. I did everything to get away. But still when I’m alone, I cannot escape from her memory. I badly want her. Today I have to go to her.

I bought flowers and the most expensive red wine. I was going to her, but looked like I’ll never make it. When I reached my destination, I was so lost in my thoughts. I went on to my knees and offered the flowers and wine at her feet. I stood up and started walking back. I just cannot resist myself to look back. I read the lines written on her tomb again.  “A beautiful butterfly who made everyone happy till she was alive rests here.” I suddenly noticed a weed growing next to her tomb and sat next to her tomb making a Joint and I became a butterfly flying along with the most beautiful butterfly.

It is very true that Love is like Butterfly, if you hold it too loose it will fly away and if I hold it too had, it will be crushed. I’ll tell you how I lost my butterfly, stay tunes to my blogspot. 

O Bangalore!!

You are/were a Bangalorean:

 * If u r immune to "meter pe 30Rs extra" n 'meter pe extra' is budgeted on ur spreadsheet u save on a cloud platform

* If you know that 80% BTM's population works either in Infosys or Wipro

* If the word "majestic" means something completely contrary to its meaning

* If you go boasting around to every other non-bangalorean that the weather here is simply awesome

* If the street dogs have a barking competition in your colony at night

* If You consider crossing Silk Board Junction in a single attempt as a major achievement in life

* If your time to reach home from airport is greater than the flight duration

* If you start drinking at 6.00pm because pubs close early, and then at 11.30pm, hit someone's house and continue drinking

* If your idea of a good night out is being back home at 11:30 and then head to nandi hills/Raasta

* If u are caught by traffic police n deal him by giving 50 bucks n say "saar ishte irodu, pls bitbidi saar" n he lets u go

* If you are in a 11 month agreement of living at some cross of some lane of some stage of some block of some nagar

* If after living in the city for decades you are proud that the only Kannada you know is 'Kannada gotThiLla'

* If the only option you have for food after 11:30pm is Empire

* If You work like a donkey all week only to pay your pub bill over weekend and to buy pass for occasional live concerts

* If you have ever wondered whether 100feet and 80feet roads are really 100 and 80 ft wide

* If you know how to reach your destination bt don't know how to go back home(One Way Woes)

* If a significant section of your traffic comprise of cabs for IT companies

* If Enjoy Maadi & OK Da are ur favorite Kannada words/lingo

* If you know what Corner House, Death By Chocolate and Hot Chocolate Fudge are all about

* If 4th block automatically implies Jaynagar 4th block

* If you know what the expression "wonandaaf sir" mean

* If you ve been to UB city just to check the brands

-- If you've fallen in love again and again and again with the lovely ppl at Bangalore....



I just couldn't resist to copy this from a blog and paste it as it is... I just can feel every word written about B'lore.

LIVING DEATH

The past was just a dream in the sleep. I never knew that I was near the short Distance to the next dream. I wandered in search of you in those distressed sleepless Night .Why is you now overwhelmed to hug me in this day? I don’t know what my feeling towards you; I had sympathy or may be I was in love with you. But now I’m bound to do many more things. I’ve to complete too many assignments. Why are you seducing me? I love the beauty with in you. Who told that you have worn a mask of terror? Now I’m afraid of you. What all rules from your book of law shall I follow so that your footsteps stop following my shadow? Oh! My gentile death, I feel sympathy towards you. What is your shape and form? If you are shapeless I’ll give you my shape.

Oh! My death don’t u have death? Do u have life? If you don’t have life then how can you been there till now from the starting of the universe? Where do u stay? There in those orbits of the planets in solar system or here in the depth of the ocean? If you don’t have the bluish sky you can be a meteorite. If you don’t have the ocean you can be Tsunami. Anyway your aim is the same all-time. No you don’t have life. Don’t all living things die one day or the other? Who gave birth to you? Were you a mistake happened to the God or to the Nature? Now when I’m near to death I know that you have a shape that is my shape. You have a voice that is my voice. You have life that is my life.

Till you grasp another life, till you give my life to another, my life is in you. I gave the responsibility of my life with the Death. Now you live with my life. Now we are one. I’m feeling jealous of you .After some time you may neglect me and take another life and start living through it. won't you? You are sick. I don’t believe you. Still the sorrow of leaving this life makes me so tired. Oh! My death when will we meet again? Today I’m in love with you. You may come to call me again in some other day, some another century, in another life. From this death I’ve started my wait to meet you again.

How will you identify me in that day again? Because I’m not sure of one thing that I’ll be a Man or a Dog?

Copper Sulphate

A breakup story. Rebound Guys and Gals get together to have fun.