In Pursuit of Happiness

In Pursuit of Happiness

I am sitting here in Mumbai stunned at what just happened, some one said life is a box of chocolates you never know what comes out next , but no one like ever thought that an angel will come out of a box of chocolates when all you expected was well another chocolate.

So this angel has been walking around mowing all the scum in my life, burning all destructive and vicious elements around and kicking hard on my sweet non existent butt and telling me to WAKE UP and get my act together.

Well my dear Angel I am gonna do just that , get hold of my even paced peaceful life of which I have almost no complaints but also of which I am not very proud of like its no Hero Stuff. I am going to turn it around , push it to the next level and create a tale with liberal dozes of, ambition ,courage , passion, emotion and complication and take it to the next level , to a place where you arrive and you feel like o well UEV ARRIEVED .

I am going to create a fable of which I am proud of, which spells happiness and which I can recite to my grand kids when I am old and bored.

So now that that’s out of way cut me some slack and let me go and be the man I always wanted to be. And the Angel of the box of chocolates fame well I will talk about her when the time is right…….

fake...

I suddenly realized how fake is this world we are living in, this world of facebook and twitter of myspace and Google. You suddenly mistake mere acquaintances to be your friends, you follow, tag, byte, like, comment on almost strangers.

I suddenly realized despite having 485 freaking friends/acquaintances on facebook there’s not one I want to/can just call and go out for a sutta drive and a masala chai …..it just scares the shit out of me…my grandfather had more people lining up to meet him for godsake…but then again he was a good man and was not available for random chat on facebook…..dam u zucerberg u took the spirit out of my single-malt 29 years.

winters.....

Winters are here and woho with a bang for sure , this is one reason I love this city so much, for sure this is the best place to be in when the temperature goes dipping. Its time for masala chai and lot of sweet nothings , its time for sunlight and finding ur sunshine , its time for afternoon snooty brunches with mojhitos and kababs , for nice long runs without getting sweaty , for bonfires and barbeques which give u such a high , for all the reds with the reds , for the deep thoughts and the twisted perspectives for wanting to be a writer and a traveler again , for just getting lost , for a lot of luv and lub…wait did I say luv …ohh what a slip…

my last summer song...

summer's here...but it ain't bright inside..
the sun is shining but its kinda fake..
mornings are like dark gloomy nights and nights like pale evenings....

i am counting my tear drops...listening to the shouts inside..,, fighting with the deafening sounds of hollowness.. and pounds of emptiness

guess the show is over...everyone's walking out...this might be my last act...my last dance ..my last song...my last summer song...

i knew a different love

i knew a different love..the heart beating at every beat , the striking smile that takes your breath away,hunting for flowers in the middle of night, hugs`and coldplay...my unmade bed and the ashtray with 2 cigarette butts...dreamy eyes , skin that smells ohhh so good,,,, zoned out innocence ,,free falling....a lill pearljam. a lot of deepness....running almost naked on the beach...counting stars on endless nights ,,walking down holding hands ,,getting drunk on cheap wine , the morning kisses ...that pain ...piercing pain when someone walks out of the door...

i want it back ...i want it all back...i want my deepness...where is my share...