The Orion

Raw places and unlike times,

Paths cross and paths mire.

A lunatic meets a fanatic

Over a drink mixed with wine.

The reasons they had within,

Choices conquered awhile.

Time jested at them,

A finding flowered therein.

An opinion is smooth,

If sensed for long.

To follow up on a view,

That they felt so strong.

Glad and drunk they are,

For the grounds unknown.

Slightly twisted and torn,

A handsome thought is born.

Up above the December sky

Bright specks cleared the way

They wondered once more,

Is it the power of three

Or the beer again?

It's never too late..

It’s never too late..

To jump into the ocean
All drenched in your coat
To dance in the rain
And count the morning dews

Its never too late..

To sing parallel to a lovely song
And make lyrics for your own
To play with the colour
And ring the guitar's chord


It’s never too late..

To cry inside closed doors
And fear the thought of being lost
To laugh out loud at times
And preserve that waning moment


It’s never too late

To comprehend impressions of an affair
That could not be expressed in words
To take a picture through your eyes
Reminiscing that event for a while


It’s never too late

To learn an obscure language
And discover a virgin land
To leave your thoughts on a paper
And read it softly after years of time

It’s never too late..

An ordinary Story.

I have an average built
Two eyes, a nose and two ears
To put them in, I have a face
And a mouth with a sharp tongue
I was an ordinary boy.

Mother taught me to walk
And told me to look around
I walked, speeded and then ran
So, Father used a stick to tame
I have an ordinary family.

Parents told that education was required
And bullied me when I asked why?
They guided me & made me study books
And taught me how to take care of my looks
I had an ordinary childhood.

I did not like my school for the teachers in them
For they cut my marks and brought me shame
Burdened with home works and copy-writings
I Loved the girls and enjoyed the fighting’s
I had an ordinary School.

I liked my college for there was variety
I chose to study Electronics, Love & IT
Learning and Copying did my job easier
Booze, Cigarettes and dope made me all lazier
I had an ordinary College.

Then, I liked a girl since she was pretty
Wanted a kiss and a little something
Once happened, twice refrained, thrice threatened
Cutting costs, I fell upon friends and Rock music
I am an ordinary Man.

TV made me want a car and a house to keep it in
I realized that I don’t have any pockets or money within
Depressed, foxed and ambitious was then my mind
I pursued another academic degree to give me respite
I am an ordinary human.

Recession stabbed me but gave me a job
To clear my loan and wash off my sob
I wake up and reach the office at morning nine
Just to complete the task with no pleasure or shine
I am an ordinary employee.

I keep looking around comparing myself with others
Feeling that this desire has no limit whatsoever
This confusion I must leave for good
To live in peace with my wife and kids
I have an ordinary life.


I tell you this, so you know what drives your mind
The thought process and the chain of emotions
Get rid of this cycle of jobs, appreciation and promotions
And find solace in nature, music, love and otherworldliness
I am an ordinary Story.

Quarter Life Crisis..

It is when you stop going along with the crowd and start realizing that there are a lot of things about yourself that you didn't know and may or may not like. You start feeling insecure and wonder where you will be in a year or two, but then get scared because you barely know where you are now.

You start realizing that people are selfish and that, maybe, those friends that you thought you were so close to aren't exactly the greatest people you have ever met and the people you have lost touch with are some of the most important ones. What you do not realize is that they are realizing that too and are not really cold or catty or mean or insincere, but that they are as confused as you.

You look at your job. It is not even close to what you thought you would be doing or maybe you are looking for one and realizing that you are going to have to start at the bottom and are scared.

You miss the comforts of college, of groups, of socializing with the same people on a constant basis. But then you realize that maybe they weren't so great after all.

You are beginning to understand yourself and what you want and do not want. Your opinions have gotten stronger. You see what others are doing and find yourself judging a bit more than usual because suddenly you realize that you have certain boundaries in your life and add things to your list of what is acceptable and what is not. You are insecure and then secure. You laugh and cry with the greatest force of your life. You feel alone and scared and confused. Suddenly change is the enemy and you try and cling on to the past with dear life but soon realize that the past is drifting further and further away and there is nothing to do but stay where you are or move forward.

You get your heart broken and wonder how someone you loved could do such damage to you or you lay in bed and wonder why you can't meet anyone decent enough to get to know better. You love someone but maybe love someone else too and cannot figure out why you are doing this because you are not a bad person.

One night stands and random hook ups start to look cheap and getting wasted and acting like an idiot starts to look pathetic. You go through the same emotions and questions over and over and talk with your friends about the same topics because you cannot seem to make a decision.

You worry about loans and money and the future and making a life for yourself and while wining the race would be great, right now you'd just like to be a contender!

What you may not realize is that everyone reading this relates to it. We are in our best of times and our worst of times, trying as hard as we can to figure this whole thing out.

(Ole excerpt from some unknown Saint who was true to his times)

A thing called IIFT..

This is my last day at IIFT; MBA(Mediocre but Arrogant) is done.. 2 years rushed by like a reverie.. lots and lots of stories unfolded..photographers pined for that one picture of their favorite actor/actress whom they had adored for a while.. the floor did elevate itself with the sheer presence of the histrions.. life and emotions oozed out lucidly for a while.. there was a certain unexpressed numbness.. then there was a complex Silence.......... and a soft smile down the corner.

I discussed 'Walden' again with my juniors. Manoj had gifted this thought a year ago.I remember we shared ideas till the wee hours of the morning.I did meet some friends whom I wanted to meet. I bid adieus to some people which I somehow yearned to..winks..I spirited my spirits for a while...mixed feelings did crop up.. One full year of IMF was finally over...... ah.... such a relief!! And a drop of tear fell off the cheek... & I guess I wanted that....

Reminded me of the paradoxical commandments which I picked up from Mother Teresa: & I wanted to preserve it somewhere...

'People are often unreasonable, illogical, and self-centered;
Forgive them anyway.
If you are kind,
people may accuse you of selfish ulterior motives;
Be kind anyway.
If you are successful,
you will win some false friends and some true enemies;
Succeed anyway.
If you are honest and frank,
people may cheat you;
Be honest and frank anyway.
What you spend years building,
someone could destroy overnight.
Build anyway.
If you find serenity and happiness,
they may be jealous;
Be happy anyway.
The good you do today,
people will often forget tomorrow;
Do good anyway.
Give the world the best you have,
and it may never be enough;
Give the best you've got anyway.
You see, in the final analysis
it is between you and God;
it was never between you and them anyway.'

I hope I stick to my path..n I hope I am the same!!

Shit happens!

"Man, I see in fight club the strongest and smartest men who've ever lived. I see all this potential, and I see squandering. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off."

( I juz remembered this from the movie Fight club; faced my first interview during the placement season at IIFT...)

10 things i wanna do before i leave..

juz got a forward; thought sud pen it down else i wud get strayed..

1. Play guitar and strum some of my favorites ( Nirvana esp) at a local pub in Vladivostok.

2. Write a novel on a theme called: Normalcy and choose an editor of my choice.

3. Travel all the places that I have dreamt of till 22 years of age and appreciate Photography.( And meet again some of the wonderful people I have met in ma past)

4. Throw my blackberry into the Pacific , giggle for a while and lie down on the beach at tahiti sipping coconut water. ( A pack of cigars would pep up the moment)

5. Make my close friends happy and my parents proud for my existence; and give ma share of happiness to my mother.

6. Be an awesome brother to my sisters; give dem some moments of surprise in alternate years.

7. Spend money for a single day like I wanted to!( smell of burnt notes....)

8. Try pattofying a woman in a moment and the sexepisodes... and discuss Love and world!

9. Feel peace within and find solace in poetry, some junk books, some well-made movies, some nice tunes, varied delicacies and EXPERIMENTATION.

10. (Back-up wish)!!

Grooms Wanted!!

(Inspired by my Director Friend, my fancies and the present scenario of continuous group discussions and Personal Interviews)

An Advertisement appears in a famous Love-paper:

Resumes invited for freshers, with no work-ex in this domain for marriage of our only Daughter F$#%$&.
Candidates will go through a stringent process. All the candidates would be invited by the employer for a round of interviews.

Round 1: After short listing of resumes based on academic, monetary, emotional and status qualification, a maximum of 21 candidates would be selected for Round 2. Any discrepancies in the resume will be out rightly rejected.

Round 2: The panel comprising of the daughter’s father, her distant relative and next door neighbour who pokes her nose into god-knows-what-matters will conduct Group discussion for the 21 odd candidates in group of 7.

Max time limit: 1 hr; during one fine Sunday evening

Probable GD topics: ‘How much you love my daughter’ , ‘What is marriage’ , ‘ What are your future prospects of your marriage’, 'How is your financial stability?',‘ International perspective of Marriage’ , ‘ The effect of Recession on Marriage’, ‘ Marriage is all about perception’ etcetera .

The weakest candidate might be given a chance to summarize the GD.

Reminder: Please remember to bring a copy of your Resume along with your recent photograph attached to it, with your name signed against it.

Round 3: After the short list of candidates is announced, the candidates would be intimated a date and time for Personal Interviews.

Panelists: One HR person ( Daughter’s Mom) & one Technical/Functional Manager( Apparently her Father)

The Personal Interview might span from 1 min to 2 hours depending on the performance of the candidate, his etiquettes, his perfume and his voice.

Oops.. And also might be on the basis of his knowledge, wisdom and Logic.

Personal Interview Questions might be varied, enigmatic and confusing at times.

Probable Questions: ‘Describe yourself in one word’, ‘Which vegetable would you buy if you go to the Market’, ‘Is love important before marriage or marriage important before love’, ‘Describe all the unstated needs of a particular wedlock’, ‘Which was the latest movie you watched’, ‘Please run though your CV and let us know about your past affairs’,’ What is the Net present value of your future love-stocks’, ‘ Is porn good for your love life’, ‘Describe the world’s best couple’.

Warning: Every Question counts. Just don’t blindly answer Angelina Jolie & Brad Pitt as the world’s best couple. The interviewer trickily asks this question to find out how passionate you are for the assignment.

Round 4: The selected candidate would be given a Spot offer and asked to sign the agreement immediately. There might be negotiations depending on the profile of individual candidates. If the selected candidate rejects the offer in totality, the offer would be passed on to the first wait listed candidate.
The final offer letter along with the break-up of the compensation package and the joining date would be intimated later on.*

* Might also be rejected if you are severely affected by external ill-forces like Recession, unemployment, Brain hemorrhage, bankruptcy.

Success..

Yesterday I was having a chat with a friend of mine who had tried laboriously to succeed in the GMAT exams... we poised on the word 'Success'. I remembered a quote of Emerson that I had picked from a poster in college.


To laugh often and much;

To win the respect of intelligent people
and the affection of children;

To earn the appreciation of honest critics
and endure the betrayal of false friends;

To appreciate beauty;
To find the best in others;

To leave the world a bit better, whether by
a healthy child, a garden patch
or a redeemed social condition;

To know even one life has breathed
easier because you have lived;

This is to have succeeded.

- Ralph Waldo Emerson


... Just to preserve it at confusing times!!