From Sharpened Nib Of My Mighty Quill…

Phhhhwwwwhat’s up everyone?

Good to see you all back here. Before I proceed, let me take a moment to wish you all a very happy new year. It’s almost the end of first month. Darn it! I know it’s quite late but pardon me when I say that I have been working on some new stuffs for this blog (along with other pretty amazing things) – Wait till the drum rolls the 2018 style!

It’s been a surreal month as some of my previous Januaries of past years – kickstarting the new year, meeting some new people, meeting my family and of-course lots of work on both professional and personal end. I’m sure you’ll feel this renewed enthusiasm in my upcoming contents.

For the streak must continue, today I have few poems for you guys. These have been written promptly written during the desperate breathing hours of my hectic work. Enjoy!

  1. The One With Words

Scratch, Scribble, Doodle,

Strike, Hash, Shade,

Let your pencil

Scroll on sheet;

Roll on its nib

As it oozes of its tip;

When you move it between your fingers

And put it back to life,

When you drag it through, in yonder,

With all your might to write,

It may put scars on perchy paper,

Inscribe tool that no weaponry can beat,

Don’t mess with so-called hopper,

For my words can emblaze you like shit.

  1. The One With Hidden Desires

How shallow is this ravenous self

That seek attention amidst the celebration;

Holding some secrets, keeping some mysteries,

Playful grin that reappears and stretches,

Reveals a story that’s best kept hidden

Within the comfort of your cushiony arms;

There it lie & pry,

On whatever remains of your shrinking heart.

  1. The One With Winter Feelings

Petrifying wind & freezing water,

Shivering lives and burning carter,

Smoking without cigarretes,

oozing without cuts,

Stammering without inhibitions,

Murmuring without buts;

Loosing your hold ,

On what once was bold;

Bowing before the fury,

seeking the saviour heat;

There lie thou helpless mankind,

Darn your pride which this cold shamelessly beat.


Let’s Meet

Let’s meet

Neither your place nor mine;

Let it be unusual,

somewhere pristine;

Where the sun peeks through the window,

And moon shines through the night,

Where Totoro lives next door,

And Alice’s wonderland at the cross;

A willow tree spreads its branches at the peak

And leaves flutter in gentle breeze;

There’s an old hut lit in this silent night

With a flickering lantern, waving dimly bright;

Hurriedly jumping, there might be one rabbit or two,

There may wander other animals of the zoo;

Sometimes they gather around, when the king talks,

Believe me, they’re hopping & wading bunch of crazy folks;

Of course, this is just my speculation of someplace nice;

An animated utopian world, unpurchasable of humanly price;

Yet let’s meet – neither your place nor mine,

Some place unusual, somewhere pristine;

For I know few places quite similar to this

A beautiful arena, nothing short of pure bliss.


My Delhi Travel Log

When you’re working in an organization, the repercussions of your actions are propagated throughout the company. You’re no longer an individual entity. #CorporateLearning

It was evening drenched in drizzle, about a month ago when I was travelling back from a rather tiring day at office that I came to know that I would be starting my field training in Delhi in next 2 days.

Now this single sentence sparks around hundred questions that I need to address to my regular blog readers but lets just keep it for my next post ‘Post-College Aftermath‘. My dormancy on this blogosphere would be better explained there but for now here’s what happened in Delhi.

Ticketing, packing & travelling done, I landed at the place slightly known to me through my sophomore year internship. I have been to Delhi before that as well – once in my childhood when, as I remember, I hated this place so much that I use to cry everyday to go back. It was an alien abode for me. Not so much now.

The transit flat that became our second home for the next 3 weeks was one of the nicest place I have ever stayed in, apart from of-course home and my beloved college. Not just the location & the ambiance but the caretakers there were some of the nicest people I have ever met. The treatment was not less than royal. Being acknowledged as the company officers and the perks that come with it were not something that I am accustomed to.

My cousin has been staying in Delhi for the past 10 years or so. The moment I reached my room, I called to let him know that I’m in Delhi. Unsurprisingly, he was quite surprised. Luckily he was not much far away from the place I was staying in – Saket (a place in South Delhi). I immediately texted him my address and he came over.

My cousin and I have a very nice bonding from ever since I remember because of the life ethics we share. Our catch-up meeting quickly turned into a funky rendezvous when he discovered my interest in video making. He is into performing bathroom-stage comic arts and I, on the other hand, am always in search for the subject for my next video.

Though it took me sometime to shed aside my hesitations and shoot anything outside of the courtyard, our chemistry kept the momentum going. Whenever we met on weekends, we made sure that atleast one WhatsApp story comes out of it. He was much more eager to be in the videos than I for one making them.

Fun continued and so did the work. Each day I would wake up to a delicious breakfast and a discussion over the transportation medium we should take to reach the destination. Though the destination kept on changing each day. Not to bore you with the technicalities of my work, I had numerous things to learn each day. From machinery to operation, planning, management and the trick of trade – it was learn-it-all in a nutshell.

Delhi houses so many diverse places to visit – from sought-after historical places to grandeur malls, from fun-filled amusement parks to big public libraries. One would never get bored with this bustling city (may be I should the permanent residents). Though my whole-day office certainly put a huge constraint over time and energy we preserved to wonder around, we did manage to explore couple of places.

Having accommodation in a posh area had its own perks. The sports complex and two gigantic malls nearby were the biggest saviors. Not to forget the marketplace on the other side where we could find food at affordable prices. Eating at mall’s food court often would have heavily loosen our pocket.


For A Little While…And Then Forever

This is my 50th blog post and I dedicate it to the wonderful relation of friendship I’ve fostered on my exuberant journey of exploration.


Another milestone – Thanks WordPress!

It all happened so fast that I hardly had any time to retrospect. While appreciating the charisma of serendipity, I forgot that it wasn’t my usual realm. This was new & this was exciting. Led by our destiny there we were, brought together, ready to add another element to our fate. A bond sparked by circumstances, fueled by humanly emotion.

Of course there is usual friendship – people whom you’ve spent considerable time with, to ensure your compatibility. They make your life beautiful and you adorn them. They are the ones whom you attribute major part of your personality to. But this post about a new kind of friendship – ones which are instantaneous.


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How improbable does it seem to bump into a stranger only to find out that person to be the answer to your perpetual search for a companion? A person, totally unknown, seemingly lost in the labyrinth of life same as you are. But we remain oblivious – may be because of our proclaimed trait of introvertism or maybe we’re apprehensive of xenophobic consequences.

So how do you find out? How do you probe into the world of theirs? How do you relieve them of their perpetual weight of stories?

You have two options – either to put aside the pseudo-awkwardness and talk or to live with the guilt of ‘what if I had‘.

If chosen the former, you’ve a story lying ahead to be written. Believe me it’s gonna be wonderful. You’re the protagonist and its your portrayal in a yet-to-be written story. What’s unusual is that it just clicks. Without any planning, without second thought, everything would fall in place – sometimes remarkably beyond your expectation.



Similar was the case of mine. I was always bounded by overthinking. How could I? What would he/she think? What would I talk about? How should I initiate the conversation? There are hundreds of questions that occupy our mind just because we let them to. Instead channelize your inquisitive potential in classes or any other event where you need to speak up. Don’t let the possibility of good discussion die within yourself 😛

Over the years I’ve spent countless moments contemplating over the things that could have been. It was all futile. ‘In the end we only regret the chances we didn’t take‘ – it couldn’t have been more true. Gradually I realized that I was missing on so many opportunities. There’s no point in being in your comfort zone and later repent than to take a leap of faith – just greet. Or may be ask a question. Or may be just smile at the helplessness of the situation and get a beautiful smile back in return.

Many a times we’re brought together by circumstances. Be it that hackathon which you were about to miss or the college fest which you never planned to attend, be it a community project undertaken by an organization you’re volunteering for or be it just being there at the right time at the right moment. Yet the aforementioned holds true. Just make the first move – that’s all it takes. Everyone has a story to tell, you just need to listen. Be a good listener.

Need a start? Or do you seek motivation about how it could transform your entire perception? These TEDxers talks about exactly that –

Many of us might have come across stories about talking to strangers or striking off unexpected conversation only to have one of the most wonderful moments of their lives. It’s time that we write our own chapter. There are many such amazing possibilities lying around, we just need to break the inertia, come out of our shell and make those possibilities real. Who knows it might be the most memorable thing you live with.

Signing off with an imperative quote from one of my favorite short films ‘We’ll Think About It‘ –

They say, you just need to go with the flow sometimes. Our problem is, that we hesitate. Our problem is, that we pull ourselves back everytime. And never get to know how things could’ve been. Our problem is that we think too much. And feed to our insecurities. Our problem is, that we fool ourselves with our silly pretense.

What we need to realize is that there’s nothing really to think about. It’s like taking a guess, when the only answer is yes.

Author’s Note – My vocabulary isn’t succinct to justify the emotion I wanted to convey. It’s when you’re moved beyond your usual domain, you realize its intensity. True friendship is something that we all seek but it’s hard to find as well. Sometimes it’s OK to be vulnerable. May what people search for their entire lifetime unexpectedly knocks at your door. So go ahead and open it 🙂

My Thoughts At The Sea Shore

It’s funny how your mind goes blank in an instant while it was laden with thoughts just a while ago. In response to a magnificent amalgamation of humane facets & nature’s blessings, your mind refuse to devour whatever your eyes see but the heart makes space to embrace it.

Your senses brighten up to grasp whatever they could. And you gradually slips into total awareness of your surrounding like you do when carefully counting the tiniest of stars while gazing into the silent starry nights.

Even a fainting sound reverberate in mind. Each one carrying their own uniqueness of melody. When those distinct sounds combine, they make a rhythm. A rhythm of dissonance, on the song of which this world dances.

It’s seems worth to ponder – was I always so occupied to never have pondered over it before? Thoughts that I possess now could have resolutely been triggered somewhere else as well? So is it this extensive stretch of water that stands out or there is something else it holds in disguise?

In the general world of commotion, things are playfully dynamic. We do witness medium size well-shaped trees like the ones planted here. We do come across these colorful walls of mansions & we even take a glance over the rock statues that stands as the silent spectator of this dynamism but we don’t make sense out of them. Probably being trapped in this generality kept us from having a broader perspective.

While I sat in reverie at the sea shore artificially adorned with benches, artistically constructed rock chairs, plain roads and lots of people around. I saw things. I observed them. With my awaken senses, I tried to make sense out of them.

I saw a little girl clad in rugged attire selling bubble-blower with fan on top that occasionally whirled with sea breeze. It spun slow and fast intimidating children around who desired to buy it while she tried to make a sale. Those who blew the bubble were successful in making that 20 rupees deal. It added a fairy aura to the whole scene.

I saw a sadhu having conversation with a middle-aged man from a distant land. He seems quite young though, certainly not of age when one would think of getting over the worldly relations and turn into a monk. May be he had an epiphany of exploring ‘into the wild‘. They seem to enjoy it as apparent from their occasional laughs.

I saw a girl, blonde haired, probably in her late twenties scribbling something on a parchment laid on her thigh after she looked towards the sea and thought something. She is sitting alone in her own company bearing a beautiful smile. The face glitters with the lights of setting sun.

I saw another middle-aged guy having his evening jog. Perspiration drips through his body as he repetitively takes round of the finitely stretch road on the shore. A long hair tied behind and a french-cut beard wearing a light inner-ware & track shorts, he seems more of a regular sprinter. I chuckle watching him panting haphazardly.


I saw the kids playing beach-football. Only that their football is more like a toy and there is certainly not much people to make a professional team. Its just siblings playing, later joined in by their friends. I join in too. I let myself be a child while I happen to be with one. Here playing involved repetitive hitting the ball and making sure it reaches them overcoming the friction imposed by sands. They would do the same for their turn. I never liked regressive sport anyway.

I saw several groups of friends gathered at places like separate entities exemplifying the same bond that holds them together – friendship. Their giggling, their excitement, their occasional taunting on their mates while others gang up and usual scolding in reward, their planning for the rest, attempted to bring out the best, forgetting about their upcoming test (true story!), its how they chill out.

I saw a family at the roadside as they break the monotonocity of being in a leisurely closet called ‘home’ to get some fresh air. And I saw numerous such families aligned. The women got along with the gossips while the men had their own ‘mandli‘. If men are from Mars and women are from Venus, its time for the colonial celebrations. Older members of the family have their own gang.

I saw the couples dipping into their conjugated love. They were sitting slightly away from the crowd in some lonely corners so as to steal their moment of privacy. One’s hand were kept in other’s when one’s shoulder moves to support other’s head. What marks them is the twinkling in their eyes not because of the sea but when one’s pair catches the glimpse of other’s. I can only speculate about it as I didn’t have anyone besides me to experience it myself. Its one of those hard times you realize you’re still single 😛 I somehow fan off my feelings move to my next observation.

There is a market on the other side. Food delicacies, crockery, clothes, hand-made ornamental items – I heard the voice of vendors making attempt to lure the visitors. I saw poverty-ridden children pleading for buying them chaat or chhole being sold at the tiny stalls. They pleaded to everyone passing by. They didn’t ask for money though or probably I was too moved to notice by this circus of hunger-atrocity. My heart melts and I drench in the shower of humanity. The shattered pieces are consolidated by the smile that prevails after an act of kindness.

I saw the huge lines of parked vehicles few feet away. Each seem to be waiting for their turn to get driven by, again. But its moment of peace for them too. I wonder if they had a soul, it might have a re-union party for them.

I saw the policemen patrolling to justify their work. However serene does everything seem, they should maintain a decorum. I thought of writing about how it is relatively easier for them to dodge the mundanity of life (in fact I wrote and erased it later), the bottom-line is the same job could be much cooler at some places than somewhere else.

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I saw my friends feeling an unbounded joy. I feel myself as if broken a chain that kept me tied me so far. I felt everyone and everything around getting free from constraints.

I did see gigantic stretch of water, I did see the lights dancing on the wave,  which gradually shifted from sun’s to moon’s (though its always of sun’s actually – lets not mix up science & philosophy!).

I did see tides rising up, making their way to the shore and hitting the massive rocks, only to get retracted, loosing their energy and ultimately dying out. The sound of consistent collision filled the environment. They roared to tell the new comers about the thrill that lies ahead.

I saw the small ships , sailing not far away from the shore, coming back from a fisherman’s voyage. As the noisy engine drives the propeller, it tears the water and moved the boat fearlessly forward to wrap up a victorious journey.

I also saw some big ships in the distant water looking like tiny lumps of wood floating. The parallax of observance renders the scene like a rendezvous of pirates.

I saw tiny fishes making their jump as if telling there lies the life beneath as well.

I saw the entire commotion making a peace with silence to spare this space where people make an escape.

I saw the entire universe walking my steps as I marched towards a silent destination to pen down my thoughts.

P.S – It was an ocean actually but ‘sea shore’ rhymes 🙂