Package Delivered

Someone once told me “god sends an angel for everyone, there is one for one, no duplications. No matter how much you hover around, look around , sniff around u aint gona find her or well him if u are a lady or delve on the other side”. U might have an illusion that you have her, an illusion that might last years or a few seconds but sunny boy it’s an illusion after all. So I asked this someone “how do u know when your angel has been parceled by the great god”…he smiled at me and said “you will know my buoy you will know…” Guess what I now know ….its clichéd and lame but in my case a door bells rings... So here is the story ..i actually first saw my angel 4 years back sitting pretty in a vanity van of this hwaaat Bollywood star who I had just signed for my brand. I walked in and I almost thought I shd have signed her (angel) up instead..…sigh…. she looked prettier than everyone else around. I ignored the first bell…Mistake… Years went by and I went through shit in life you know illusions.Some months back I called her on her birthday randomly and she called me over for her bash …na I didn’t land up ignored the second bell…grave mistake… Honestly story could have ended and DHL could have returned the parcel to god with a note. The guy was an idiot didn’t recognize. That jerk doesn’t deserve her. Let him suffer. well guess what I got my third chance…so we went for lunch …third bell rang and I heard it you bet…loud and fuckin clear…and this time I am not letting her go…cause I know she is the one……no illusions…I see the writing on the wall…cant wait for her to land in my life..

just so right

She stood there in her super green coat, her eyes waiting and watching.... I saw her and it struck me what I had just done….. The leap of faith, the call of my heart. The hugs never ended and the love poured. I was almost doped out, coming in to terms to what had just happened. Had just traveled 500 miles to meet someone who seemed to be The One.. A battle raged between logic and emotions, Is it right, is it supposed to happen like this, i didnt give a dam, it just felt so right.. For the first time…it just felt so fuckin right…. WTF, the mushrooms, the caprioska and the taxy ride and the hands I so wanted to hold.. to be continued…..

Where is my Sun

Never thought 4 days could do this to me. 4 days, 4 meetings and the whole world seems topsy turvy , It’s complete chaos in there yet I seem settled, its loud yet so peaceful. No greys, no baggage no malice, just purity and intense emotion , I feel stronger cause some ones back there holding on, i am sort of lost almost intoxicated without even a swig. Best high ever.like freakin ever... I am coming to see you today and this anxiety is oh so sweetly unbearable, there you sleep cuddled up like a little baby and here I am holding on to my rucksack looking out waiting for the sun to rise .I don’t know what’s in stored for us but I know one thing ; if there was ever a chance to take this would be it , if there was ever a plane to catch it would be today and if there was someone I could bet my life on it would be you.... Can’t wait …where is my sun?

someones there.....

I caught her smiling in that corner store…she looked at me…and something clicked in side…like an old rusted switch …Sparkle in her eyes, ambition on her face and a walk to rule the world she got me going. Time stood still …everything else and everyone around suddenly seemed irrelevant. Best birthday in years… turning point. Like someone is finally there…feeling like a sixteen year old ,rush of blood in my head, warm hands, that sweet pain and the never endings hugs..…i wanna live again…forever.

BLAH BLAH BLAH

I am looking out of the window, seeing the sun go down
Counting the trees around me talking to the ghosts of the past
Then I look in to the mirror and i say BLAH BLAH BLAH

Racing with my shadows, filling emptiness with some grass
Dreaming about our dreams, dreams of who we are
Then I wake up from my slumber and I say BLAH BLAH BLAH

Jumping of my chair, trying to reach the stars
Timing my heart beating, holding my breath so far
Then I take a deep breath and I say BLAH BLAH BLAH

Shaking my memories, struggling to know who u are
U tell me we are we, but we are not who we are..
Then I realize ur name and I say BLAH BLAH BLAH

i am looking for some halo , looking for some spark
Something to keep me moving, someone to drive me far

Then I see the white angel hanging from my bar
And she holds my hand and says no more BLAH BLAH BLAH

Emptiness


Its senseless , crazy , stupid i know but I crave for something a little more loud , something with a little pain , something with a lot of insanity and someone with shit loads of deepness ( kiki don’t kill me) , I know however bad it would be its gonna be better than this emptiness .

So i have been walking for a very long time but never lost sight of the where and the what and the who, but this time around I have been walking but I have nothing in sight no one to reach out to,no where to go..i am just walking rather peacefully and honestly this silence is freaking me out …its echo is deafening .

Need my stupid emotion back need some noise….

Back to The Future!

Its one of those times when you want to believe in time machines , a time when u so desire u have one parked in your garage, when u want to believe that back to future was not just a sci-flick and Dr Brown was ur beer buddy.

For the longest I didn’t want to see what is instored for me in the coming months or years ,knowing it kind of took the spice out of it right ? Also I think I am a dreamer who likes to build my future in my own dreams and thoughts and I love it when my dreams come true and almost not fret if they don’t, if something does not work out I move on weave another dream. But sometimes the spice becomes too much to handle and you want it to be as bland as it could be, and that’s what I want now.

This time I don’t just wanna dream, I wanna know what’s coming my way, may be because at this point in time the stakes are too high and almost everything in future depends on what future would be , what I could be would depend on what I would be .

ebay, do you have any time machines on Sale?

DAD I LOVE YOU

Recently I met three friends who had recently lost their respective Dad’s. I got this unexplainable, painful feeling something which was full of fear, guilt, insecurity, love and immense respect. May be I should not be writing this but well I am so please take it as a wake up call for those who are fortunate enough to have their fathers around than as a sympathy note to those who have gone through the most excruciating pain of their lives because nothing can put them at ease.

Even though none of them spoke about it openly and all of them tried to not show their emotion and put up a rather brave face ,I could probably feel the pain which was nothing if compared to their's but still was piercing enough for me to realize one thing.

One’s Dad is probably the most important Man in his /her life and even though we meet many remarkable men in our life who can come in any form; brothers, friends, bosses, husbands, mentors and others but nothing can replace what one feels or should feel for his/her dad. I know most of us know this in the back of our minds but then that’s the back of our mind and that’s no place for Dad. He’s got to be up ahead in the front seat.

Come to think of it he is the man who has shaped the very us from inside and a little from the outside, yes I know for some of us what our fathers did is a distant memory because we moved out of our homes to make a man out of ourselves but remember that it was Dad who kicked our butt and probably said it for the first time “Grow Up, Be a Man, You Are Not A Kid Any More”. Our journey to be a man started from this comment of his and not with our first kiss or first smoke as we want to believe.

We could have turned in to kleptomaniacs if he wouldn’t have slapped us hard when we tried picking up that money lying on the Tv to play video games, we might have turned in to a junky if dad was smoking up all the time and gave us our first joint and said nothing beats marijuana son or may be a even a women abuser if dad didn’t love mom the way he did, for some reason he did it all right till we grew up and became opinionated.

And that’s important it was we who grew up not him he didn’t grow old, he is still the same guy who bravely faced our Math’s teacher after your super performance (read Crap), he is still the guy who knocks of at 10 while our life starts at midnight, he still likes his morning chai and newspaper while we have started having random whiskey mornings. He thinks of us, calls us, talks about us every single day while most of us wait for his birthday or fathers day.

Everything he did or everything he said or didn’t say somewhere impacted our life and we need to remind ourselves of it every single day.

Call up don’t wait for fathers day, he is waiting , if you have nothing to say just say I love u …

Hey God

Hey God

How’s it goin up there or well down there or well everywhere , so you know I am not much of a believer , don’t mind it but I guess most people I know are not. I don’t even know why I am writing this cause it’s like writing to a ghost well even ghosts exist..

So take it as a compliment I say because believe it or not you made me do it. So all this while I use to fight with mom and say that probably god was an alien or just a pigment of ones imagination and she used to fight back, I won most times cause I am good at arguments, but yesterday you made your point .

I felt the need, the need to believe that there is someone who is kind of running the show it was not even like i suddenly believed that u exist but a part of me wanted u to exist, exist as may be super man who could make things happen, turn, twist, move around but get the job done and be the last man standing.

But I got to say if u do exist you are one smart guy/girl/animal/alien/power cell I mean u got your way through me, hit me where u know will hurt the most.

Now that uev proved your point of existence and all please go ahead and work on my prayer, it’s important, you know it is, and if you make this work, boy u got one assured fan if ever u create your own blog.

And ya I am going to do what I can do best, give my best…u take care of the rest..Please be what you want me to believe you are.

Take care…Be there….

Nothing is Everything....

What’s wrong I asked and she said ohh nothing

Nothing is not nothing when she is everything

Nothing is important when its happiness you wanna bring

Happiness is what you feel when all you wanna do is sing

And by jooo I so wanna sing when I hear my phone ring

I know if it rings there is magic and may be its time to cling

And if we cling than this life will rock and we shall swing

Swing we shall through time through ages cause its not just another fling

Cause if it is one of those it will hurt more than a bee sting

And I so feel like being born for you like a needle for a string

So you know this nothing is everything…..

DAWN

There’s nothing like chilled breeze hitting your face, kings of Leon blowing your eardrums, ambition burning up your brain and thoughts warming up your heart, first long run this winter ….its like nothing absolutely nothing can stop you now, you don’t feel no pain , you don’t loose breath .. just the warm rush in your head ,its just you and your belief that will run you through this year in to the new dawn..
What a start for 2011 new pad, super ambition and the angel out of the box of chocolate fame.for once life seems sorted no muck ,no malice, ruthless honesty is the new name of the game, and woho what a game …its time to rise and shine baby , its time to be a MAN and DO THE RIGHT THING…