played around with the whole bloody time.......

...................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................itll all come around...............

and the reality hits me first thing on a monday morning....
TAXES..

the price we pay for dreaming big

"मुझे प्यार हो गया है!"

i've been repeating this statement to all my friends for over 4 hours ....

i happened to visit the ISSYE MIYAKI counter at ansal Plaza today....they have a new fragrance for men called INTENSE and as the name suggests...it blew me away...

im in love.....love is in the air.....i am in the air.....the fragrance is intensly in the air......complete - ly in love with the fragrance.....complete-ly in love with the men's ISSEY on my wrist....

"डूब जा मेरे प्यार में"..........कवि की कल्पना देखिये

i dont believe in sanctity...

...hypocracy....

could everyone agree that...

....no one should be left alone.....

two things on my intoxicated subconscious:

elope and make a friends episode

and second...create life and prove god's not the ultimate creator...

i dont want love to be my life's LSD anymore..
destroys internally while showing colorful hallucinations..

i asked someone long back...are you happy alone? the answer was..no...but im at peace and at comfort with my self and my life..

what is more important...to be at peace or be happy....be not be$%&^*@#

Serious Business

equipment procurement, emergency operating centres, hiring consultants, scope of work, quarterly report, incident command system, piloting districts, training modules, IAS cadres, activity schedules, technical bids, financial bids, CTO, early warning dissemination study, disaster communication curriculum, civil defence curriculum....

...............while the entire team in the conference room is busy discussing over the above mentioned points....my mind's constantly thinking of CHICKEN SAMOSAS!

feel like a newborn

...............

kicking and screeming

i am a tattoo maker...engraving dreams through green blood alongside the sea...i am a car mechanic...grease on my forehead..permanenlty broken finger nails...rubbing through the body of a 70's miracle...i am a wedding photographer...a boatman..a farmer with a white bull...
i am an english teacher under a thatched roof school with kids and goats on a land not known to google search..i am a lavender field...a crowbar..i am a telescope....i am the wind that dances around cotton fields..i am a newborns smallest finger...a newborns heart line on his palm...i am the air i tried to taste on the DND...i am the blue of the sea and am also the grey of the clouds...i am lemongrass...i am a puddle ..a muslin cloth...a persian alphabet...i am the sound of just anything spoken in urdu...i am the eighth color of the rainbow..a sand particle under your feet...the neverending over your fate...

can you not see!

optimism is the madness of insisting that all is well when we are miserable..