At The Crossroads

I stand here at this junction lookin as lost as a blue whale wud b in a desert.... The road in every direction seems blurred it doesn't matter to me coz I am used to this...taking descisions is one thing I am good at or atleast I claim to be coz they say so at the work place. Lets take a look at choices I thought a.) The road behind me...... Well memories some bitter some sweet some I savour...others I dont even want to remember ,but u knw memories like mamaries cant be done without. So what about this road ??? do i want change nethin that has happened ......nnnnnnnnnaaaaaaaaahhhhh Then wat the fuck next option b.) The road on the left.......well things i hav left ummmmm let's see tabs,dope , cigs.....well that was cool till i realized ..."me stuck hhhhhheeeelllppppp!!!!!!" I alwayz hated stagnation......so?????? next. c.) The road on the right well .....consisted of dealin wid ppl who think they r never wrong ,they will advice u and try to control ur life (bl#### f****** a*******S) .NO THANX but I can fend for myself... hence buzz off.Then I looked ahead well .....i cud barely see nethin as the fog had further intensified and it was as sum f***** had said "The road less travelled".I was brooding over my next course of action when suddenly mellowed sunlight filtered through the dense fog bringin with it "light at the end of a dark tunnel" (yoohooooo the f***** strikes again )In with the light however walked in a beautiful lady (understatement of the year) with curly hair and those eyes goooooooooddddd.....sumbody pinch me. Where to mr she asked????? u look kind of dazed....... "WELL I AM STANDIN HERE FOR THE PAST FREAKIN HOUR TRYIN TO DECIDE WAT TO DO WITH MY GOD DAMNEDLIFE" I replied.she: wat????ME: well.....errrrr could u tell me which way to southern ave.....she: tat way (pointin straight)ME: well i ummmmmmmm.....am kind of new here if u dont mind cud u walk wid me if ur goin d same way????she: and how many girlz hav u said this to?????(raising an eyabrow)me : well ur the first one ( BALLZ SHE WILL NEVER BLIV ME)SHE: u look a decent felllow .....well ok but ya i hav to get back home fast(sure she lied)me: pllllllllllllllzzzzzzzz(well i never b4 said tat word for this long)she: ok ....lets walk Well friends still walkin with her ......on that road less travelled.....;)

ODE TO A SPORTSMAN

He was sixteen that day......as he walked out to keep the bowlers at bay.They were 5 down for 100 odd...he was his captains last trump card."He is a kid" they did say ...."he should go back home rather than play".But they didn't know ,that the king had arrived....and he was here to stay.An array of bouncers greeted him on his way.....he twisted and turned but didn't fall a prey.They stared at him and he stared back ......in his life he never had and never would crack.Then one struck him on the head...but that didnot deter him altough he bled.He clenched his teeth and took fresh guard...and told himself to concentrate hard.A bowler then, offered him a half volley...he drove it to the fence and turned it into mockery.He cut, he pulled , he drove and made merry......While the bowlers payed the price of trespassin into his territory.The mood in the dressing room soon became peppy.....as the crusader continued to scintillate with his epee.Slowly as time chugged on....he saw to it that his team avoided follow on.He reached his century during the course of the day...but it didn't matter he had to be there till the end of play.He fell finally, was the last man out...but not before he had completed the rout.The crowd gave him a standing ovation....and he smiled for the first time feeling immense satisfaction.It's been 16 years since that day.....and in our hearts he will alwayz stay.

The Nightly errand Kanakpura road..B'lore..

The rush of adrenaline.
The incessant rollercostering of the accelarator..
Drugs..hashis coccaine doing..the rounds..
The nip in the air..the babes wearing their scanty fares..and displaying their wares..
The drunken arguments..the .."this girls is with me brawls"...
as I stood as a mute spectator watching...
who would have thought there had been two deaths at the same place..
I sat on Sanj...she felt good..she had seen it all before..calm as ever waiting to obey..
waiting to rule..
The tracks cleared..off the marshalls.( both drunk )
dropped the white kerchiefs...
My heart skipped a beat...the start was ridiculously lousy..but the thing with pulsar and the beauty of the track..is such that if u have the control you can get through...b4 long I was..
third..the yamaha beside me was making the wierdest sounds I ever heard..
well...soon I saw smoke from the engine and then it blurred from the scene..
The problem with the course is...near the end there is a sharp bend..and you gotta know how to drift...
The guy in front of me was more of a right side guy..I could make out he was more used to right side...turns...I mean at this level even a slight....defect strikes out like a thorn in the rose..
Near the bend we were at head..to head...now..the turn ..I could feel my jeans brushing against the road.....a stark..60..degree and he was a gonner...The rest...was a cake walk..
odds against me.....fast dwindled and I could manage just 10k's.:-)
As the riders..sped off for a quicky..with their babes....and the others got lost in translation..I just took...a deep breath...and smiled to myself...for the first ime in three months I was happy..:-)

18.181818..mins by my watch..

To a Lady from a Man

Lady u shall succeed
Your success has been decreed..
There will be obstacles in your path..
But who can stop u ? ..when u have belief in ur heart..
So, rise up and turn the tide..
Rise up , ur ,your parents pride..
Rise up..to turn iron into gold..
Rise up..lady coz death has been foretold..
Your battle..shall not go in vain.
Remember every fight is worth the pain..
There will be ..blood spilled..
There shall be shattering of the shields..
They shall try to unseat you from ur horse..
But u know ur goal and every hurdle u shall cross....
You shall not cow down and get pumelled..
You shall touch the light at end of the dark tunnel..
Remember one last word..and remember it well..
They call that person..brave..
who has the courage to go smilling to her grave...

His Lips Were Sealed....

He loved her..
But his lips were sealed..
She had promisses which she had to keep..
She had chosen her path
She was right in her way..
He knew she will reach there someday..
She had made it clear..
So what if the pain was difficult bear?
He took it in his stride..
In no one did he confide..
He knew..it would be a tough..glide..
But he was used to the ride..
He spent sometime crying in the rain..
Where none could see his tears or feel his pain..
He strengthened his heart..made it of steel..
He made sure..he couldnt feel..
He switched off his mobile..to save himself from this mental rape...
But 8.30pm..he still..called up to say.."Get home safe"...
What is this now...a bolt from the blue?
He searched himself but didnt have a clue..
Now when they ask him.."what is it for her do u feel?"
He smiles and says to himself.."I love her but my lips are sealed"

The Wait....

15 mins ..already ..shud have known better then to fall in love.
Blody..what the f**** she thinks of herself....My time has no value???
Yeh ladkiyaan..bhi..na pata nahin kya samajhte apne aapko..mehin behen ka lawra hoon..jo chutiya ki tarah..######
Then it started raining(pouring to be exact..) I saw everyone running for covers...the busy crossroads of gariahat.suddenly attained a weired pacificity..hoards of people cramming under the roof near traders assembly...resembled a sack of potato... packed in a way as to minimize the space between..them..
Any wayz as the uncovered footh path was empty I could sit there and wallow in self pity..while she takes her..time...the ice cream mans also..not there CHCHA....
Well 5.30 still no..signs of her..and my cell's gone to ..trust RELIANCE(It is not reliance you dumb fuck get drenched and then blame RELIANCE...god knows whther Dhiru bhai..can still sleep in peace or not....)..
The time machine..chugs..on the rains subside..the crowd disperse..still no signs of her(That damned ellusive pimpernell..)
Well was brooding...Suddenly a pat on the back..
I turn back and there she stood..
The sun just..broke through..the intense cloud covering..mellowed,washed and fast fading orange sunlight...bathed..the surface of the earth..giving the numerous newly formed puddles a glassy sheen.....tranquility prevailed as the hitherto restless mind found solace in the depths of her eyes.
As the sunlight fell on her i remebered my mother telling me..eta ke kone dekha aalo bola hoye tor bou..ke aage ei aalo te dekhbo tarpor tor biye debo.
It was a paranormal experience the mind transcended beyond the relams..of reason..
The rain drops..trickling down her neck and sunrays..pilfering through..them..gave sensuality another dimension...
One strand of hair which had broken free lay there against..her cheek..stuck to it like..a newborn sticks to it's mothers breast.
My fast dwindling..hopes of stangling her took..a plumetting..nose dive...
She opened mouth to say something...Her lips moves and I couldn't hear what she said..(Yeeeeeeeessss...I had become Comfortably numb..).
Putting my fingers to her..lips..I kissed..her on the forehead..and...the journey began.

Benglish...or engali

The first drops of rain..
The ' I am missing someone ' pain...
The warm coffee cup..
The teddy bear hug...
The rustling of the leaves..
The whispering breeze..
The wet bike ride..
The flying of the kite..
The walking through the maze..
The after whisky daze..
The finding of eternal peace..
The 'etho mukhe' kiss..
The tranquil passive lake..
The living on the edge...
The 'chotto kure ghor'
Shei achena galar shor...
Shei hothath preme pora..
Shei candyfloss khaowa..
Shei agune haath shanka..
Shei tomar chokhe dekha..
Shei odbhut..ek akooti..
Shei hashite lotaputi..
Shei prothom stage otha..
Shei mrityur mukhe hasha..
Shei bidi te prothom taan..
Shei bathroome chenchiye gaan..
Ekdin..jabo bhashan...
Kintu jotodin aache praan..
Aaami gayibo..
Eyi sadhinotar gaan...