My 2 minute love story:

It was a scene painted straight out of Michelangelo’s canvas. Nothing abstract about it but definitely complicated...thought provoking. In the fading crowded background she stood out like Mona Lisa. Only, this painting was live, alive and animated. With lucid movements, she reached down into her purse to pull out her phone. And then, she all of a sudden, she caught my eye. Cupid must have been around somewhere. So dumbfounded I was, immersed in the beauty of the entire scene, that I could not drag myself to look away. I kept staring. Risking the aftermath and the onslaught of impending fury, I kept staring at the painting in front of me. Grace defined itself in her. Her hair fell in layers across her shoulders, dark, shiny, contrasting against the colour of her cheeks. Her sanguine cheeks puffed up because of the effort put in the stretching of the lips into a smile. Her eyes, soft, deep, brown, searching, staring in amusement at the foolish oaf staring blindly at her. Somehow, I managed to smile back, the colour rising in my cheeks. And then, the unimaginable happened. Rising slowly, she glided her lithe figure in my direction, never leaving the lock on my gaze.

Karmic Rocket

Sometimes, the mind acts like a rocket, with the thoughts playing the propulsion gear. Some thoughts make us feel good, some make us feel sad. Its after all karma.

The Beach:

A dream, life by the beach, on the phone :)

The Flag

Need I say More?? It was a thought, a couple of brush strokes and I had the national flag, everything that we stood for, ready. Vande Mataram...

The magic of the embrace:

It has been a long time since I read about Osho and his discourse on accepting everything in life. But then, I was young, I was confident, over confident to some extent and I dismissed the reading as "utter nonsense". With time, I have had a more lasting relationship with life and I have come to realize, how true the wise man was.

Embracing Failure:

Failure is the most difficult aspect of our life. But more than failure, it is the fear that failure might be around the corner, that saps up our mental strength. Worries and concerns, troubles and stress, all revolve around this central theme of failure. Failure to meet expectations, failure to meet demands, failure to achieve, the list is endless. And we struggle, fighting it, struggling against it. But what we fail to realize, is that fear is inherent to all of our lives. If everyone started winning, who would lose? Accepting failure, understanding the lessons from a failed attempt and continuing the journey, is the most treacherous of human conquests. Accepting failure also eliminates the fear of losing. Embracing failure as a part of life will bring about a paradigm shift in the way life progresses.

The Joker

Had been playing around on sketch and draw on the mobile and came up with The Joker..Sad but entertaining

Building peace: piece by piece:

As we step into the addictive world of work, we forget the purpose of our stepping into this world. What made us indulge into the world of work and money in the first place? It was the assumption that with more money will come more comforts. And what does the ultimate comfort translate to? Peace? Happiness?

The comfort and happiness granted by money is only imaginary. It stays but only till the next goal. It’s a never ending pursuit to achieve more. And the ironic part is, we fail to realise that peace, is always in abundance. You do not actually need to gain more of it. It’s just about that much. A piece of peace is equal in weight to tonnes and tonnes of it. So why compare comfort with peace at all, in the first place?

The King's Problem:

The king was sick!!!!The king was worried. The queen was worried. The entire kingdom was worried. The king seemed more worried about the taxing problem of his than the taxes of his state. Finally the businessmen could take it no more and decided to meet the king.

As the king sat looking at the ceiling, his hands unconsciously touching the royal crown, the senior most businessman uttered,"Maharaj, the taxation system of the state needs urgent revision. We are also suffering heavy losses due to the outdated export policy. We request your urgent attention into the matter, Your Highness."

It's all about selling, isn't it??

If you are a musician, you have to market your music. If you are an artist, you have to market your art. If you are a politician, you have to market yourself and if you are an employee, you have to market your efficiency. How ironic, isn't it? People are even marketing their blogs!!!

Is the desire to be well known so overwhelming that it makes us sell ourselves? I have seen people continuously  blowing their trumpet about how hard they have worked. The world would be such a fantastic place if we stopped this indiscriminate selling and started concentrating on the job at hand. In a desperate attempt to show off, most of us forget what exactly needs to be done. For a solution that costs a dime, we end up showing how we managed to spend a pound.

That thing called Jealousy:

"I don't care. I am just happy with whatever I have." This is perhaps the most eloquent statement I have heard from the most eloquent people. People who do not seem to care but always seem to bother. People who always seem to be nonchalant but always concerned about everything and everyone. People who are in simple terms....jealous.

Its been a long time since I gave up the rat race. I live like Rambo in the corporate world. I live invisible, seldom talk, do what is expected of me and never complain. But still, I have people who are jealous of me. For God's sake, gentlemen, I don't earn half as much you do, I am not as successful as you are and I don't even own a car. So what is it that makes you keep a tab on my life.Let me live my life in peace, in anonymity. But even my anonymity seems to have made me famous. 

People are concerned about my rating, my investments, my buying habits, my love life and even my personal hygiene habits. None of which I have. Is it so difficult to know that a guy is invisible?

Many years ago, when MJ sang, "you just leave me alone", I was a kid and could not understand what the problem with MJ was. I wished, I could get all that attention. I wished, people would love me, go crazy after me like they did for MJ. I wondered why Princess Diana was so hyper to the paparazzi. After all she was famous. But me? I am not even famous, I don't even matter. But people.....they just think otherwise.

My advise to all of you jealous guys out there - Let us unknown souls be!!! We do not want to be famous like you. We do not want to be ultra successful like you. We do not want to bitch about others like you. All we need is anonymity, peace, a routine and a contract of deep understanding with life.

JUST LET ME BE!!!!

That Mosquito and Me:

Exactly a week ago, I was feeling lethargic going to work in the morning. Mondays are usually extra energetic days, the mind having rested over the weekend and the body relaxed. Last Monday was a surprise. I still managed to get the work done well, forced myself to hit the gym but by evening, my body was giving up.

The next day, I went to get a lab test for Malaria, and before the results landed in my lap, I was already shivering in bed. In the hallucinations that followed the infection, I could imagine me and the alleged mosquito dueling over a duet. The song was none other than Def Leppard's Hysteria..........Malaria:

Malaria:

Me:

Out of touch, out of reach yeah 

You could try to get closer to me 

I'm in shit, I'm in deep, yeah 

Hypnotized, I'm shakin' to my knees 

Mosquito:

I gotta know tonight 

If you're blown tonight 

Can't stop this feeling 

Can't stop this fire 

Oh, I get hysterical, Malaria 

Oh can you feel it, do you believe it? 

It's such a nocturnal mysteria 

When you get that feelin', better start believin' 

'Cos it's a miracle, oh say you will, ooh babe 

Me:

Malaria, when you're near 

(After I get bitten)

Mosquito:

Out of me, into you yeah 

You could hide it's just a one way street 

Oh, I believe I'm in you, yeah 

Open wide, that's right, dream me off my feet 

Oh, believe in me 

I gotta know tonight 

If you're blown tonight 

Can't stop this feeling 

Can't stop this fire 

Me:

Oh, I get hysterical, Malaria 

Oh can you feel it, do you believe it? 

It's such a nocturnal mysteria 

When you get that feelin', better start believin' 

'Cos it's a miracle, oh say you will 

Ooh babe 

Malaria when you're near 

Come on