Open Letter to the Apocalypse

Dear Apocalypse,

Observing the bizarre current affairs, like GOI finally giving Capital Punishment to the “National Guest” Kasab and “Son of Sardaar” joining The Famous 100 Cr Club, you must have become sure of what Mayans firmly declared before some 4500 Years ago. Because, YOLO must stand true for human civilization too, right ?

But Wait. You may have destroyed Ancient Civilizations and Species of those Gorgeous Gigantic Dinosaurs with your “Oh-My-God-This-is-God-Damn-Spielberg-Movie” kind of effects and techniques, You my dear Friend, are on all together different pitch this time. Let me make you aware by some of the facts.

The Memoirs of My First Job

                                            First Job. Special for everyone,no? You're just out of the college with the glorious dreams of embarking your firm footsteps in the corporate world,testing your ideology, wanting to bring a difference in this monotonous world. But illusions are great until they stay. Usually the starting months of an average First Job contains Training Lectures ,which give you one more (and last..perhaps) opportunity to do all those things which you were already doing during your 4 years of Engineering, Gulping Seniors advice what NOT to do (We always know what TO DO,right? ) , Enjoying occasional visits to the other departments which find you as bizarre as a Jadoo of KMG and waiting for the most happiest Time of the day : Tea-break. ( Disclaimer : My condolences are with those people who worked day and night,with all the power and hope,on their first Job. Amen )

Rockstar : A Review

There are two types of movies. The ones,the happy-go-lucky ones, which make you forget your problems,tensions,worries, during as well as afterwards the movie. And the ones, which leave something behind even after you leave the movie hall. Irrespective of you like or dislike the movies like rockstar,one thing is for sure,You simply cant get away from the vibes it generates.


The anguish,The melancholy,The loneliness,The nothingness rockstar created to me after the curtain fall, stayed for a long real time with me. It was the first half which created

दो मासूम आँखें , एक अनसुनी फ़रियाद !!

उस बोज़ल आँखों के पीछे ,कुछ राज़ छिपे थे अन्जाने,
उसके भी थे कुछ तो सपने ,उसके भी थे कुछ अफ़साने,

सब ने भी तो ये देखा था,फिर भी है सब खामोश खड़े,

अब धृतराष्ट्र बन बैठे है,तब नारे गाये थे क्यों बड़े 

वो आँखे अब कुछ समज गई, दो आहें भर कर सहम गई

सावन की वो बौछारों मैं एक बिजली जैसे चमक गई 

नत मस्तक अब तक था वो सर, उन्नत रहेने से डरता था 

मन भी था उसका तंग बड़ा , बड़े जोरों से ये कहता था 

The Uns(t)ung Hero

                                                 

“May I Come in, Sir?”

“Oh, you should have come in long ago, RG.”, he sighed heavily without looking away from his files.

“Umm, I don’t understand. Leave it. You seem busy, Sir.”

“No no. It’s just regular stuff. Sit. I’m just going through the schedule of useless summits and unnecessary meetings I have to attend next month, preparing statements about my unawareness of upcoming scam, revising the data of the total loss occurred to the nation by all the scams and yes, foremostly, chanting the divine “Ten commandments” given by Her Highness.”

“Jesus Christ! I’m totally amazed by your ability of handling all these gigantic tasks single handedly.”

Tum itna jo muskura rahe ho

 "Every morning is a new beginning,every album is a new album,every concert is a new test.To live in your past is a dangerous thing.Whatever you've done, you can still do something better." -- Jagjit Singh

Who else would have understood the feelings of acute pain and remorse better than you ? Who else would have resurfaced after unrecoverable loss of 18 years old son? Who else would have given India the Songs which can deeply touch the Soul like never before ? You,Sir,were the One man Army who brought out the very beloved form of  Indian singing,"Ghazal",to the mass of India from those Courtyards of Royal Gharanas and Urdu ruled Mushairas.The music which you,maestro,has given to us is going to last for Generations.

Ladies and Gentlemen….

Google. You, Sweetheart, are bloody dominating. Let me tell you why.

To be Honest (Ironically, this point too was suggested by some avid what-you-should-do-to-conquer-blogosphere-type BloggerBaba !!) ,Without your help I Couldn’t figure out what I should be writing in the very first blog post of mine when no one knows you around and where no one gives a damn about Wish-I-could-have-done-that kind of life. Oh, I need to keep sentences small, No? Advice no. #67. And and and…Its 8 freaking lines, damn it. Readers will lose the interest. Time for Paragraph.