The earth is going round the sun.

Ask me what love and loyalty is when I'm forty.

I don't even wish to look at you.

Just come close, I'll put a gold coin in your pocket.

ICICI, project finance, syndicate financing, securitisation of assets, asset reconstruction.

Whoever said there is no beauty left in this world.

To Be

Model and Ms. Priti - the most creative genius of my times, hair stylist, costume and make up artist

For a day you're dressed up, like you were made to look like that forever. For a day your painted face would reveal the truth. For a day you'd feel like a star.

And you'll know what Mr. Shahrukh Khan means when he says " My Grandmother used to tell me, 'ज्यादा फोटो मत खीचो। हर फोटो के साथ तीन सेकंड लाइफ के कम हो जाते हैं।' (Don't have too many pictures taken. Each photograph robs you of three seconds of your life.). I want so many cameras taking so many pictures of me at the same time that I only live for a moment. The cameras go khachak! And somebody asks, 'what happened?' And they say, 'He got photographed to death. He got shot.' I think that would be the nicest way to go."

P.S. -Big day on blogosphere, I quote Mr. Shahrukh Khan.

Cheers

Kohl

Gloss

Beautiful Face

Cheer.

Mask

Stick

Dance

Cheer.

Dust

Game

Glory

Cheer.

Cross Country

Glory

Pride

Cheer.

Music

Stage

Half Dreams

Cheer.

Love distorted by anger, desire and cinema.

Dreams and the little bit of ambition disappear.

I watch myself becoming bigger than my dreams.

Maybe I'll crash into the earth and burst into flames.

Maybe I'll just fly past, untouched.

Blue jeans, yellow tee shirt.

Quiet, very quite.

Searching eyes, waited and waited.

Magic

"जादू है मेरी हाथों में"

There is magic in my hands, I swear. This is what I've been saying since I was young. But there is magic in my hands, I swear. I swear. I can fix broken things. Touch of my hands and a computer thats not been working for months starts working. Come to my house on christmas, I do the house beautifully. I wash my clothes, better than any washing machine. I ride my cycle like a dream. I make good pav bhaji. These are just material things but hand on my heart if I were a surgeon/doctor I'd never let anyone who came to me die. That kind of magic I believe, that kind of power, that kind of faith. Some corner of my heart I'm convinced I was born to be a surgeon. I never tried being one, I'm just convinced now. Reminds me of an old man saw my fingers when I was young and said I was going to be a surgeon.

There was this boy I loved once. I could still fight the world for him, run the earth two times over, take him flying with my wings around him over the violent cruel sea and keep him safe, I have that kind of power. I don't love him romantically now, but I love him. I always believed that if I touched his face just once, with the tip of my fingers, it would work magic. He wouldn't even have to know that I touched his face, maybe if I could just touch it while he was asleep. His troubles would come to an end, it would have nothing to do with me, just that my hands would work magic. That kind of power, that kind of faith.

There is magic in my hands, I swear.

As I Please

I'll use you to write my poem.
I'll use you to write my story.
I'll use you to keep me alive.
I'll use you to feel pretty at times even.
I'll love you when I want to.
I'll forget you for a while even.
And when I fancy another boy
I'll fall in love with him too.
Love him.
Really love him.
I'll droole over that face of yours.
I'll laugh when I see you smile.
I'll envy your hair.
Each time I write, I'll write for you.
I'll walk past you when I'm happy.
I'll walk past you when I'm sad.
I'll sing to you even.
I'll use you.
And I'll use you.
And I'll use you.
What are you going to do about it???

Pineapple Pastry

Cold cold morning. In her city. She isn't going to meet me on time. So I go watch a movie. She'll be ten minutes. So I walk the lanes of the market, two times over. I haven't eaten since morning so I go eat a pineapple pastry. She tells me she's just reaching. I throw the paper plate in the dustbin and go meet her.

It was time, to sin again.

Apologies

big words
random day
fleeting glances.

no words
no madness
for you to smile.

जय हिंद

"देश मेरे
देश मेरे
मेरी जान है तू।
देश मेरे
देश मेरे
मेरी शान है तू"

जय हिंद।

Happy Birthday Mommy.

I ran. I ran staring at the sky, I didn't wish to "paint it red" I liked it blue so I looked straight again and ran. I stopped, talked and laughed, that makes me very happy. Then I ran again. Happy. I was outside my house. I went inside and sat beside my mother, I put my head on her shoulder, she touched my face, and I cried out of love for her. Then I left home and ran through my town, crying, still failing to understand why I loved it so much.

Then I ran to the city I've always wanted to go to. It was just what I'd always thought it to be. I stopped panting for breath. Marvelling at what I saw. Then I ran again, the city didn't end at the sea. So I ran till I reached the sea. I stood on the sand, panting, with my hands on my waist. Satisfied with how far I'd come. There was a man selling ice candy. Strange. I've never seen ice candy near the sea. I didn't buy any, I don't like pink candy.

Then I ran east. To this country where my father lived for a few years when he was young. I've never fancied going there, but that was what was there to the east. So I reached this country. I was a little tired so I decided to stay for sometime. At the centre of this town, was a place where they taught how to dance. So I stayed and learnt how to dance. It was magical.

Then I ran back. I ran towards this friends house, she met me half the way. We hugged. She took me home. She cooked for me, gave me her soap, her clothes to wear. We talked. She fed me dinner with her little cousins. Then we went up to her room and slept together under what she calls her warm magic blanket. We slept till noon. Then it was time to leave. I stood at the door in her clothes. And I said goodbye hoping to meet the most loving person I know again.

Then I just ran. Thinking random thoughts. I just kept running. I knew the dead end. I knew it. I knew I had to run to you. My life I had put in a little box and given to you. And you wouldn't even tell me where you kept it. You wouldn't even tell me if you tossed it into the sea, and dreamt your dreams happily in the night, unaware of my existence. While I lived happily in the box I gave you. It doesn't break my heart, I've never cried wanting you to love me. I just gave it all to you beacuse I wanted you to konw the secret I put in the box. And I wouldn't care if the world didn't know I was dead. I knew I wanted to give it you.

I gave it all to you. Yes you.

कुम्बक कू कुम्बक कू

घोडे की पूँछ
झरने के नीचे
नानी के घर के पीछे ।

पूँछ का आधा तुम्हारे लिए
पूँछ का आधा मेरे लिए ।

Fool

True lies

Fool

Crazy love

Fool

Silent prayer

Fool

Hope

Fool

The Ash Wind

She was happy, very happy. The wind as always took her right places. She felt divine. Then from out of nowhere came the ash wind. And then she lost control of herself, her senses, her heart, her mind and her body. She was sick, very sick. Maybe not really sick, but sick. She lost control of her mind.Eighteen days since the ash wind came, now she sits and cries. Her bones hurt, she hasn't really eaten since then. She wants you to listen. She loves you. She thinks you're the magic in her life, the thought of you, the things she does because of you, the sight of you "makes her come alive". She thinks life is joy, and a lot of it comes because of you. She thinks telling you this will cure her. She thinks loving you will cure her.

They loved her. She cried, they understood. They fed her, made her sleep, took care of her, just like family. They bloody loved her. She loves them too.

But she'd lost control of her senses. There was fear, just fear. She couldn't sleep, with her heart beating wild with fear. People call it anxiety, hypochondria, stress, how did it matter to her, for her it was just fear. She tried to paint it with colours in the day - blue, yellow, red, she prayed in the night finally. She couldn't really share it, they made her sleep close by, but the fear was hers and hers alone, in the dead of the night, the sounds of her body, the tremor of a nerve, the beat of a vein terrified her.

She wanted to love you. But she couldn't, not as much as she wanted to. Not in her sickness.

She was just scared. Very scared.

She loves you.

And I let the music play. I let it take me to you. I let it make me what I am. And I see myself standing before you. And you can see it all. My truth through your eyes. And I sense no need to speak a word. Theres this way that my heart beats to music. I see that I can see that rhythm in your eyes. And then I know what I've always known.

And then I know that I can make music. For you and you alone, my truth, my muse.

It's the music.
It is.
You get carried away.
It isn't the truth.
Think again.
But then why do
you think that
what the music brings
is not the truth.

His face.
His smile.
Damn.
Him.
Your Muse.

You think it's the music?

Scraps of poetry stuck in the head.
Between the fungus growing in there.
I wish I could write.
Iwish I could write.

Month of October
no joy
no pain
a fathers daughter
just a missing tooth
and hair growing wild
floating in nothingness
love or something like it
i beg.

Star Struck

I have always had fantasies of meeting my heroes. Actors, actresses, sports people. I dream of craziest possibilities like ending up in my favourite celebritys home, being family with them, talking and talking.

WELL something just came true. I saw the entire Aussie and the Indian cricket team except for Yuvraj Singh. I saw them at the airport. No it was not just a fleeting glance. I saw them real close. I was taking a plane that day too, so brushed shoulders at the security check.

Yea that's Dravid n RP Singh at the back

When you see him you only see him everyone else is invisible.

Yea that close.

Cute or what.

Apna Zaheer.

हमारा Pathan.

I died he's just that cute and more.

Missed pictures of the magic man Hayden. Missed the boy from my town and no I didn't get anywhere close to my hero - Sachin.