Monday, May 3, 2010

The Twilight Saga……

Sitting in the balcony

Half asleep and eyes red

Staring at the moon

Realizing how beautifully it has been made

Lilly white in a black background

Is much more beautiful than it sound

The sickle shape resembles a smile

And the twinkling stars motivates to go an extra mile

The sparkling beauty makes the sleepless night worthwhile


A short nap of mine and the advent of dawn

All this beauty was gone…

The tender light was replaced by a bright sun

The chirping of birds has marked a new beginning

With lots of mysteries and uncertainties to unfurl

A new excitement and joy to unravel the suspense

And I realized that the life moves on and on


The day had passed and is going to be a history

Though it has left a mark on the subconscious mind

These memories can be recalled with a slight rewind

The day had passed and the moon is up again

Staring at the beauty…I am thinking again

What will life bring tomorrow?

A day…full of joy or sorrow

Left the thoughts and mysteries unsolved

Decided to enjoy the moment and leave the rest to life

As the suspense brings moments which one will ever cherish.

Saturday, May 1, 2010

Ajeeb Anokhi Raat

Chaandni raat me thi ek anokhi baat
Haatho me tha ek apne ka haath
Na wo kuch bole na kuch hum
Par dono ki aankhein thi num
Shayad dono hi chupa rahe the koi gum
Ya shayad bitaye hue haseen palo ke yaad me khus the hum
Wo raat badi ajeeb thi
Na wo kuch bole na kuch hum
Par dono ki aankhein thi nam

Dil ke kahin kisi kone me Phir se milne ki ullas thi
Par chan bhar ke liye bhi juda hone ke ehasaas se ghabra rahe the hum
Kash waqt ke badhte kadmo ko rok paate hum
Ek ajeeb anokhi duwidha se joojh rahe the hum
Ajeeb anokhi raat thi
Na wo kuch bole na kuch hum
Par dono ki aankhein thi nam

Saturday, March 13, 2010

Wo pyaare din!!

Wo hamara choti choti baton pe birachna

Un haton pe bado ka muskurana

Papa ka wo hawa me uchalna

Hawa me jaate hi hamara wo khilkhilana

Bachpan ke wo pyaare din ka yun gujarna…..


Wo school na jaane ke liye rona

Pencil ki nok toootne par birachna

Paani ke bottle ke liye wo jhagadna

Chutti ki ghanti par, wo daud kar gate se nikalna

Mummy ka wo roj gale se lagana

School ke wo pyaare din ka yun gujarna….


Wo hostel me naye dost banana

Mess ke khane se tang ho, Maggi khana

Tang competition me bi dosto ka saath nibhana

Wo partiyan, wo ghaat, wo taash ki baazi, wo raat bhar jaagna….

Hostel ke wo pyaare din ka gujarna……


Is bawnre man ki ek baat batata hoon mere yaar…..

Aaj jab bi wo din yaad aaten hai…

To aankhein nam aur labo pe mushkaan aa jaati hai….

Sach kehta hoon mere yaar,…..ji lo un lamho ko

Ye jindagi badi jaldi gujar jaati hai !!

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Mixed Feelings

There are times when you stand alone
There are times when you stand aloof

There’s loneliness deep down inside

You can’t find anyone you know within your sight

You feel broken and dejected

The feeling of being rejected


You got to get away with these feelings…

Be a part of the proceedings

Live life as it comes by

Always in search of an alibi


I don’t need to make any excuse

I don’t need an alibi; I need a friend of mine

Who’s there from nine till nine

With whom I can cry, I can laugh

And I think life won’t be tough.

Sunday, November 1, 2009

Ek Entrance Thi (composed by sm1 else....)


Ek entrance thi...
Ek candidate tha...
Kya craze..kya hype...kya competition tha..

Ek open mock di..
Score decent aye..
Phir asha ki kiran dikhi..
Bas wat ki shurvat hui..

Nostalgic ho gaye tum kahan...
Sun ke ye dastan..
Log hairan hai kyun ke anjan hey..
Cat ki woh gali..
Baat jiski chali..
Us gali mein..
Mera scores ka thikana na raha ..

Ek entrance thi..
Ek candidate tha..
Uss cat ne aisa nocha..
Hamesha pattern badla..
Yeh formula, woh short cut..
Kuch kam ke nahin..
Fir bhi asha thi..
Ek section strength tha..

Baat kuch aur thi..
CAT harmkhor thi..
Uske questions mein chupi..
Applications ki khichdi thi..
9th 10th syllabus ka sirf..
Ek bahana tha..

Ek
entrance thi..
Ek candidate tha..

Bewafa CAT ne..
Apne strong section se..
Aisa dhoka kiya..
(aisa dhoka kiya) (dhoka dhoka)..
(aisa dhoka kiya) (dhoka dhoka)..
Aisa dhoka kiya..
Negative sectional diya
(dhoka dhoka dhoka) (dhoka dhoka dhoka)..
Negative sectional diya..

Mar gaya woh jawan..
Mar gaya woh jawan..
Ab suno dastaan..
Udhar leke kahin se paise bhare AXIS mein..
Phir woh pahucha wahin ..
Josh naya tha abhi..

Strategy bhi thi nayi..
Saamna jab hua..
Phir wahi sab hua..
Uska yeh ego trip tha..
Uska yeh ego trip tha..
Canditate ko ego apna marna tha!!!

Sunday, August 2, 2009

“You frisking me, you freak. Don’t you know who am I?”

Every second person you meet in India thinks he/she is VIP. Every tom dick and Harry present in any gully, muhalla or nukkad of our country expects special treatment. Haven’t we all cringed a thousand times hearing that awful sentence, “Don’t you know who I am?” The obvious response to that is “No”. Instead, the louder the person bellows, the lower some minion bows. It has something to do with our feudalistic mindset and outdated class consciousness. This sickening attitude is so ingrained in our psyche, that it isn’t uncommon to observe a 10 yr. old brad strutting around an airport with papaji’s peons dancing around the kid. It’s the old “Bade baap ka aulaad” syndrome….and it is alive and thriving in the 21st century.

The recent uproar over an ancient incident (come on, it took place in April, not last week) makes one believe all the political huffing and puffing surrounding the ‘unpardonable’ act is nothing but opportunism parading as patriotism. And to think the elderly guy (our own ex-prezzie) who was subjected to the ‘demeaning’ frisk, went along minus any protest or fuss! That is called true class, and real VVIP conduct.

It’s the insecurity or the fear of losing their celebrity status which is making the ‘leaders’ shout. Politicians from abroad visiting India are exempted from these routine checkups. No doubt they are world figures but absolving them from formalities is a nauseating reminder of how we crawl in presence of imported dignitaries. But hey- they are political appointees doing their Job. Nothing more, nothing less. It is our chamcha attitude whenever there is a celebrity around. But I am equally certain had they been subjected to the same procedures as APJ Kalam, had they been boarding an AIR India flight, they would have gone along without any murmur, accepting that each country has the right to enforce its own security measures in today’s critical times. It is us who exempt them.

We need to understand why the bowing and scrapping goes on in the first place. It is time we scrap these arbitrary exemptions and make it one rule for all, regardless of status or position. This may start with several ruffled egos to start with, but soon everybody will fall in line seeing zero options.

It is these privileged statures who over the years have systematically stripped and ruined the one time worlds top five carriers (AIR India). Successive governments have taken advantage of technical loop holes to assert themselves, loot money, favour rivals, neglect genuine concerns, safe in the knowledge that no action will be taken against anyone. “Corruption rules”. The days of legends like JRD running the show are long over. Innovative thinking like getting air hostesses in sarees, the stature of maharaja is difficult to imagine these days. Steps like bartering of most profitable roots, selling of best international properties have created this havoc. No-body is answerable any more. And the people at the receiving end of all the new fangled cost cutting measures are mostly hapless, loyal employees who have served the airline for more than 30 yrs or more.

The probable solution they are thinking of now is restructuring, bail out packages and may more. But the last hope of rescuing the airline according to me is another Tata. Privatization of the airline is the only possible solution it seems. It should be handed back to the group who conceived it. Ratan Tata is genuinely capable. But what is needed is a miracle to keep Air India aloft. Perhaps Ratans the man-another true blue VVIP like Dr.Kalam, who would never object to being frisked-even while boarding an Air India flight!

Sunday, May 3, 2009

Dream On....dream on until your dream comes true


The film producers are on an indefinite strike from 4th of April 2009, stalling release of any new films in the theatres. They have taken such a stand after failing to resolve the issue of profit sharing with multiplex owners. Mukesh Bhatt, Chairman of the United Forum for Bollywood Producers and Distributors, told the media that, their demands were just as they wanted equal shares in profit sharing which is the norm all over the world.

Taking a dig at the rigid stand taken by the multiplex-owner, Bhatt also said that, the situation is not in their hands and they would proceed with the strike as planned before. The disagreement between the two parties is over the revenue sharing model of 'ticket sales'. Producers and distributors have demanded a 50 per cent cut. But the multiplex owners want to stick to the old arrangement of sharing between 40-48 per cent, depending on the movie's performance at the box office.

This is not just hampering the above stated both parties but also creatures like us....who has nothing left for weekends. Now I compromise over watching movies on my laptop. Bollywood producers say that they are affected by recession...and they are fighting over 2%(taking the maximum revenue) huh!! No one says anything to them...but for us it was 2 day's salary cut for 2 days strike.....chuk it.....the point here is what do I in weekends.

We were moving in pell-mell across the roads of Gujarat....Window shopping and bird watching :-)

When we were tired rather frustrated of the above activities we took an Auto from the mall to big -bazaar. We reached Big Bazaar apropos as the moment we entered the campus fountains started working, the guard saluted us, the salesgirl passed on a cute smile....i was not able to figure out why are they giving so much importance to us.....but later i realized the senior who was with us had packets of Reebok, Arrow and West-Side. The store was jam packed...as it was "A Wednesday" the "sabse sasta din" at Big Bazaar- Rajkot. People there were in a shopping spree with everyone having there carts filled.....

I have recently read the book "It happened in India" by Kishore Biyani...CEO Future Group. The man dared to dream and had passion and will to fulfill it...He started of from a middle class baniya family and now the retail chain is termed as " The rajah of Indian retail". There were certain facts about his audacity and his capacity of dreaming which one may think that everyone says so after reaching such heights....but the man might have done it too as he has reached such heights in such short span of time. He is a man of simple living and high thinking.....he believes in spending rather than saving......His visions about future and real estate in India came out to be true every time...He makes relationships in business and continues it till the end ( As mentioned in the book).

He started of with organising Navratra function in his colony which gave him the confidence to start of his business.......Everyone including his family members used to think that he has gone out of his mind....started of by selling trousers and formally got into organized retails with "Pantaloons" in 1997. Pantaloons is derived from "Patloons(trousers)" which he said out of frustration when they were unable to find a name for the retail chain. You...see frustration increases creativity :-). Big Bazaar came into existence later on in 2001...and in just seven years it is multimillion dollar chain.....with widening its horizon day by day. The design of Big-Bazzar has taken into account the Indian mentality wherein people prefers Kirana store around the nukkad....Earlier middle class (Majority of Indians) used to have a fear of entering the mall....they used to ogle through the huge glass panes from outside. trying to understand whats going on the other side with questions in their mind...is it too costly?? will i be allowed there??....but this was the first store were people can touch and feel the products before purchasing it and at a cheaper rate....because of which Indians prefer Mom and Pop store.....Researches say that there's an 80% increase in probability of purchasing any item if you get to touch it(Never touch any item if you are running out of cash). It was located to specifically target this untapped market......logistics was a problem though......Big bazaar was even opened at a location were they used had to carry goods in a bullock cart for maintaining the inventory and it had a turnover much more than other retails giants available in urban cities.

The concept of "sabse sasta din " was invented by Mr. Biyani himself.....first sale of this kind organised on 26th of Jan 2007. The store had to be closed not because it was a flop, but for security reasons and at some locations they underestimated the turnout....they were not able to handle the crowd itself.....Police without asking the management announced for an additional day of sale....till now its a huge hit!! Its very concept of publishing adds in Hindi...because of its target group.....all of this is sheer business acumen which he has inculcated since child hood...observing people, building relationship with them and studying markets......He visited temples to understand how they handle crowds....He works on the principle of rewriting rules and following values.

Dreaming does not require anything.......so we should all dream.....but there are a few who posseses the will and is audacious enough to follow and pursue it till the end. So.......

Dream on, dream on
Dream yourself a dream come true
Dream on, dream on
Dream until your dream come true
Dream on, dream on, dream on...