Wake Up….

You are in deep sleep and suddenly someone kisses on your forehead, wakes you up and makes you realize that there is a morning to look forward. This morning is a special one, special for the reason that this one morning change your life, change the way you live your life, change your perspective and you change because of the person who makes you realize the beautiful morning and the day ahead….

Truly, “WAKE UP SID” still remains a favourite movie of mine, needless to mention, because of the sheer honesty in which all the characters are portrayed. There is a SID and AYESHA in everyone of us…At one point of time, we all were a bunch of boys, carefree and dependent on our parents but then the dreams, ambitions brought the transition and we graduated from BOYS to MAN. We all have gone through the stage of FRIENDSHIP, having that one friend in our life whom we tag as “3 am Friend”, with whom we have just not shared our lives but ourselves too…In short, they are our reflection, someone who made us realize who we are, what we should do and our life is worth living…And, yes, like every true friend, we have also been through the stages of misunderstanding and rift…but then like RISHI, LAKSHMI and SID, true friends always come back together to live their life together….Yes, at times, we get betrayed and feel cheated, when we don’t find our friends besides us when we need them the most but then, even if they are not physically present, you can always feel the sense of belongingness in their absence.There is an assurance that somewhere my friends do think about me and they do miss me too the way I miss them….They are just not friends, they become our soulmates….

Am I missing something?? That one important thing that becomes the sheer reason for you to wake up everyday, that one person who is your world…the day starts and ends with the person..wherever he/she is doesn’t matter, the feeling itself is precious..and it’s invariably called as “LOVE”. We may be desperately searching for that one perfect person in our lives who can fit in every frame but then there is a beauty in imperfection!! Behind every maturity, there is a childishness which peeps in, behind every understanding, there are fights…sometimes, the best of friends becomes the love of your life and no, it’s not something which can be measured…rather, it’s something which can only be felt. The reason for your existence becomes that one person who is behind making your life beautiful….AISHA might have seen her BOSS to be a PERFECT partner but then she found that for life to get complete, there should be a bit of incompleteness, maturity might bring that near perfection but then the child inside can bring the happiness which we all long for….We all long for that one person who change the meaning of our LIFE alltogether….Suddenly, we love RAINS, we get hooked to romantic songs, we wear the COLOURS that we otherwise would never wear and as they say, it’s LOVE which brings a MIRACLE!!!

Waking Up has never been so refreshing…all it takes is to open your eyes, feel the warmth and you realize that there is a beautiful journey ahead with someone standing besides you holding your hands and help you take the journey….Are you still sleeping????

Goonjaa sa hai koi Iktara…..

RELATIONSHIP..Trying to RELATE!!

Every morning you wake up alone to find yourself amidst people, people who call themselves as your family, friends, colleagues. And, if there is no name, then a stranger perhaps!! Everyday, you wake up with an agenda, call your family ask whether they need money, ask your friends if they can pick you up from your home, ask your colleagues if they can inform the manager about your sudden leave..the list goes on….and, suddenly, one day, the people for whom you were striving day in and day out…keeps you waiting, plants a hope in your eyes, makes you believe your worthy being…days pass, months and then years…there is a silence, silence that kills, silence that keeps you wondering..what was your mistake!!! The people who didn’t have a life beyond you at one point of time suddenly refuses to own up the responsibility….The only thing that they show you in the mirror is your fault..your fault of being caring, your fault of being possessive, your fault of being involved, your fault of being emotional…faults and long list of faults…SIGH!!!

You keep questioning yourself…doubt your actions, whine, shed tears….shout on top of your voice, yell, yearn and request for them to come back in your life….but no, they will never come..there might not be a change in your agenda, but their agenda is changed…they have someone better in their life to look for, suddenly your life in their life is miniscule, they find you handicapped of not being someone who can fulfill their desires…suddenly your life is worthless for them….you are dead, numb..clueless wandering to search the truth, the truth behind the departure..departure of your family, love, friends and those countless relations for whom you had given your blood and soul, in short, your life!!

Everything falls apart like a castle of sand…and you are left alone in this world…just alone!! Like a vagabond, you move from places to places, destinations to destinations to do better in your life, if not others, atleast you make an effort to value yourself…in a journey, you come across shadows, fight with them, defeat them and take the courage to go ahead suddenly to find those people who wakes up one fine morning to realise your worth, what they have lost in their life….and expect you to come back in their life again…..Wondering, what you should do??? Read the answer below to what I have done….

ANSWER: Once you are gone from my life, you are gone forever!!!!

I and ME……

Lived Forever and Died Everyday
Breathless,clueless, waiting for the Doomsday
Clinging to my past, Holding my present
And, slowly let go, my future effervescent

Died forever and Lived Everyday
“Never say Never”, I chose to say
Defeating my past, Inspiring my present
Build a castle out of my future effervescent

A voyage filled with pebbles and thorns
Tales of failures are all I adorn
The sands of time have eroded my dreams
Restless, my wandering soul with moments of gloom

An adventure in life is what I look for
Pebbles and thorns filled roads are what I adore
Run ahead of my sleep to fulfill my dreams
To rejoice life and forget the moments of gloom

Everytime I loved, I have been hated by all
The love demised and the ego stood tall
Been accused and loathed for the selfless love of mine
Helpless I stand, left to cry and whine

Though hated by all, still I manage to love
Love is all I have to live my life for
Spread my wings with a desire to rise above
Just hold me tight for once and make my life worth to live for…..

Tales of a LOVER.....

Passing by those murky lanes filled with the fragrance of desire
Echoing voices loathing the ever-burning lover’s pyre
The last words written on the walls of the infamous street
The chained souls died apart and longed to meet

Passing by those murky lanes, warned by the restless passers-by
Never to pass the limit and let my desires die
Forbidden desires are all I have to live for
Not ashamed of being beaten, stoned or called a whore
If death is the only answer of my love to survive
Let another lover burn of being a love deprive

Passing by those murky lanes, listening to the hymns of peace
The humans, animals and “love-haters” enchanted by peace
Enraged with disbelief, questioning the existence of peace
Will there be peace if at all the love is allowed to cease??

The twilight bewitched brightened the walls of the infamous streets
A second tale was written of the lover who never meets
Lying unfazed, numb, breathless, they vow to die
Only to narrate the tale to every lover who crosses the streets

A Writer Speaks….err… Writes

A Writer can be an inspiration, bring revolution or be a source of controversies. A Writer can originate from a single mind or represent innumerable voices. The status quo of a Writer is always questioned, for a Writer deserves laurels or someone who is just spoken of and then forgotten. A Writer irks the nerves of the readers, makes them sit, think and notice of things that are ignored by them in a day-to-day life, in short, a writer re-writes the missed experiences of its readers, gives them a chance to think and react.

I have been writing since childhood; have evolved from being a childish to a thoughtful writer. When I first wrote a poem during my 5th standard, people around me appreciated my efforts though it was nothing more than a meaningless rhyming of vowels and consonants but then when I write today, it’s a different ballgame altogether. More than appreciation, its recognition, recognition of my thought process, recognition of my views and opinions and recognition of a person called “Ashutosh”. I, like thousand of writers who have still not made a name in this field and can certainly not be tagged as the prolific ones, still manage to grab some eyeballs. As it’s truly said, for every writer, it has its own audience. Someone who writes love letter, there is a lover to read the passion filled words. Someone who writes songs of freedom, there is a follower who makes it as an anthem and then there are people, who write for themselves.

Our society would not have been called a “Society” without Writers!!! They are the ones who teach, preach and inculcate beliefs, superstitions, morality, religion and life to be specific. Writers are more than someone with a pen and paper; they are the people who drive a nation. A nation which always needs fodder for thought, writers can be influential creatures, influencing not only a nation but a civilization in itself.

This piece of write-up is a tribute to all those writers,who believe in writing…That reminds me a song of Enrique, tweaked to fit this piece of writing..

“You can run, you can hide but can’t escape my Writing “

A Nation less told,most ignored...

India is in a pitiable state..period!! No matter whether the sensex touches 20K or the country hosts CWG, it’s divided, and no, being divided is no diversified. India is in a pitiable state because the country gives full freedom to communal killers, mass murderers, looters, rapists, and those who prey on the poorest of the poor roam free. Justice never comes easy. The media and politicians engage themselves in ruthless conversations, arguments, discussions and ignore the most important issues crippling the nation. It’s a nation, less told and most ignored. It’s a nation of corrupts and hypocrites who believes in the game of double standards.

So, while today morning, I was wondering whether the ban call on burqa by the Shiv Sena was at all a right move, my morals questioned me of the people who are questioning my identity and stopping me from practicing my religion. What’s the use of shouting on top of our voice of our country being secular when we cannot give them the basic respect to any particular religion? A nation which creates a furore on certain Ms. Roy’s comments and charging her of sedition but not taking any step on the poor state of affairs in one of the most controversial regions of India. Corruption has always a way out in this nation, even reputed institutions like IIT Kharagpur is no exception where a professor is charged of distributing fake certificates and even Kalmadi having the balls to prove himself right on the opening ceremony of CWG.

I being an Indian feel sad not for this country but for the people residing her. I feel sadder when I see countless children struggling on the roads of Kashmir than feeling happier of Indians winning gold medals. I feel disappointed while reading the news of rape and murder of young women every other day than feeling elated on reading the news of Saina or Sania making a name in the field of sports.

And, no, we cannot escape the pity by saying every country has its own problems because everytime we make this excuse, a victim will question, “What have we done to stop this?” like the lakhs of people who are still waiting for 26/11 justice. There is no hope, justice dies a silent death in this nation……

A City....

Away from buzzing life of the city, I took some time to introspect. Why am I cribbing going to Kolkata?? Places never really mattered to me, I have travelled and stayed almost in all the cosmos and metros like Mumbai, Chennai, Bangalore, Hyderabad, Delhi but every time I leave Pune, there is a sense of dissatisfaction. Truly said, a city is a city because of its people. A city is a home because of someone special who resides in that city and our life run parallel to theirs. Not necessarily, I feel for something only if I stay… I have a special attachment with Mumbai and I have a special attachment with Hyderabad too. Pune is a place where I completed my education, it’s a place which is responsible for my transition from a boy to a man, it’s a place where I struggled for a life, it’s a place where I have gained identity.

Everything has been said, repeated and exhausted, there is nothing much to say about the cities…every breathe that we take weave a new tale and become an experience of sorts. Conscious or unconscious, everytime, we talk about cities, we end of talking about people. They are the ones who make your life memorable in a city. For Pune, I owe it to two of my good friends, without whom Pune would not have been Pune for me. Every single day that I have spent here is a tribute to our takes of friendship, whether it’s waking up early morning after a booz in the night to catch up an early morning show at e-square to save money or roaming around in the lanes of pune enjoying a nightout in cold December night. Whether it’s lazily lying around on the sofas on CCD and discussing people or painting the town red and purple with shopping!!! I might have mighty hated Chennai but then I have someone in my life today because of Chennai, I might have a harrowing experience in Mumbai, but then, it’s Mumbai who helped me identify true friends in my life.

Every city comes with someone special in your life. Every city brings a new hope in the form of someone who helps realize the importance of your life. Being a vagabond, I have had the best experience that a life can offer in the form of people. It’s people who makes and it’s the people who breaks…

Kolkata…I am coming!! In an unknown journey, the only thing I expect is to find that someone who can be a reason for me to be in KOLKATA….