The Bloody Hell

Its been 48 hrs now since the terrifying attack on India and the rescue operations still continue!
Explosions and fire continues at Taj, though the operations at the Nariman house and the Trident have seemingly come to an end. The approximate dead body count has reached a whopping 150 and the official count could be much more. The news channels are flashing all the possible rubbish - most of it true and the rest fake and the citizens of Mumbai continue to struggle back to their normal lives amongst all this. The Mumbai man surely has a personal disaster management strategy handy though the government India hasnt been able to draft one for herself, I am sure.

There has been a hell lotta hullabaloo by the so called national leaders passing political statements and huge paparazzi by the media making a great attempt to keep the citizens of India aware of the events second by second!! Ironically our national leaders seem to have a lotta strategy for disaster control after the terror has struck. There is a lotta talk about the strict measures to be taken in future and the compensation to lost lives.
Though there has been a genuine effort to fight this at the cost of the Mumbai bravehearts like the ATS cheif, the encounter specialist and Vijay Salaskar, the NSG commandos and the local policemen who lost their lives in order to shield ours. Let us also not forget the media who is making a very brave attempt of giving us the live coverage of the terror. I salute each and every human being involved in these operations.

And wait a minute there are something amongst all this that i wish to bring to notice. Its important and its important to hear it at this time.
Where has the Marathi Manoos hid himself amongst all this??? Why the fuck is he so silent when its today that Mumbai needs the biggest help and support!! How he claimed of the Maajhi Mumbai.... is now only bothered about Maajhi(me) now. Bull shit!!! Freaking... Fucking.... Bull shit!! Today when Mumbai is in terror India has summoned the NSG commandos from Delhi. Dint he protest this time??? I seriously wish i could throw him inside the Taj where he would see what is actual terror face to face and feel his own piss passing down his own pants. He freaking deserves it!! I seriously feel that his supporters now realize that its the India that matters and not his ideology of a freaking Marathi Manoos.

Somehow it seems rather convenient to clean the floor after the milk has been spilled than actually protecting the same from happening. I do not mean to criticize the Indian defense, but I am just so surprised that are we so engrossed in the concentration of nuclear power & economic stability with international recognition that any fucking men infiltrate the borders of our motherland and and claim so many lives that puts her on frontpage of all the existing news papers in the world in 15 freaking hours?

This had led to a lotta anger amongst the common man who does not know whether he would be shaking hands with death when he gets out of the house today. I have always loved Mumbai for the city that it is and have always vouched for its spirit. Even as the south Mumbai remains seized the rest of it continues to work and regain its normal life immediately. Are we just born resilient or what?? Do our schools train us to get up after every hit to prepare ourselves for the next disaster.!! Damn... arent we scared???Seriously what are Mumbaikars made of???

As i sit back on my bed and draft this blog my mobile vibrates.I immediately grab it and pick it up and guess who is it??
'Get Reebok sports shoes worth Rs. 2690 now for Rs. 1300 using ur ICICI bank credit card. TnC apply'
Imagine if you were stuck in one of those god forsaken places and you got this message? Wouldnt you feel like sueing the bank?
Can u beat that??? That is Mumbai and Mumbaikars for you.... While i sip some coffee in my room and letting the disastorous TV sounds fall slightly on my ears as i draft this shit I give out a hearty laughter. 'Oh yes i do need good Reebok shoes to run incase i come face to face with terror'
People here make serious efforts to resume their lives. They feel bad for their fellow brothers and pray for them in their own silent ways and let the show still continue. Yes, This happens only in Mumbai.
People had resumed their early morning walks on the marine drive and were curious enough to come there and take a look as to what are the latest developments. Most of these early mongers include senior citizens, youngsters and dog owners. All this is but an attempt to regain back to normalcy.
Be it the disastrous floods, the local train blasts or the Operation Tornado this time a Mumbaikar is ready to forget his worries and back to his normal life to earn that daily bread for his kiddies.
As i salute the spirit of Mumbai and wish that this spirit never dies i make an appeal to our national leaders that its time they have a articulate defense startegy in place to protect our motherland.
Jai Hind.

Regards,
Sne!!

I Love to Love

æ         I love it when he knows exactly when to kiss her and the she is totally confused whether kiss or not until his lips touch hers.

æ         I love the hopeless romantics...

æ         I love it when a her sandals break while walking and he removes his shoes just to give her company

æ         I love it when he goes grand just to propose to her even when she’s already said a yes.

æ         I love it when they dance together occasionally.. U know the slow ones... sometimes in public too

æ         I love it when the he cooks her the Sunday morning breakfast...

æ         I love it when they celebrate first day they met even after being married for 30 years

æ         I love it when sex is wild.... sometimes... animalistic ... raw and passionate

æ         I love it when she takes the initiative

æ         I love it she defends him in front of her brother and father when she knows he is right

æ         I love it they out at 2am for a drive to some place nearby just because they found some element missing

æ         I love when they break rules ....for love

æ         I love the songs... when they hv words like "there's a lil bit of me.. In everything in u"

æ         I love it she tells him that i hate u because i love to kiss u.

æ         I love the pastas and the pizzas when shared ... well u know how... ;)

æ         I love it when she looks at him in the midst of a group of 10 friends just to say she loves him through lip movement and he reciprocates…

æ         I love it when a he lets his son play with dolls along with Gee-i-joes...

æ         I love i when he picks up a copy of Cosmopolitan.. well you know... just to read...

æ         I love it when the she breaks [completely] into his arms...

æ         I love it when a he takes his mother in Law for a drive for some grocery shopping..

æ         I love the sex after a long gap

æ         I love it when a he enjoys shopping with her .... and does not crib in the end

æ         I love it when they have dinner with the TV shut

æ         I love it when the they fight over one quilt while sleeping @ night

æ         I love it when she takes interests in games, bikes & cars just to strike a conversation with him.

æ         I love it when shes thinking of him all the time & breaks into smiles in the midst of 5 ppl.

æ         I love it when she wear his Tee Shirt & climbs on him & he finds out theres absolutely nothing beneath it

æ         I love it when they are in the same room, doing nothing but enjoying each others presence

æ         I love it when he opens the door for her after a very tiring day & holds her into his arms

æ         I love it when they place occasional kisses on each other’s lips while talking        

æ         I love it when they fight over that stupid TV’s remote

æ         I love it when she stands on his foot & they fall off while walking

æ         I love it when they cook together

æ         I love it when they laugh uncontrollably over stupid nothingness

æ         I absolutely love to love....

Endless dreams

Its been long now... and i have longer to go...
I have tried hard and failed a many times
Strip across the mind
Talk to the naked self
Where did i go wrong
It all looked so perfect

And then one day
They announced the results,
The winner's name was not mine
They did it to me again this time
I tried to smile
"Congratulations", I said
Not an ounce of happiness, but jealousy i felt

The eye lashes desired to kiss
The heart fought for too long
But force inside was too strong
The heart could not defend his eyes
Injured, it was now heavy
As the lake water gushed into the sea
Oh pity, what a sight to see
The heart finally lost
But its ownself, it sought

Enemies ahead
Enemies behind
Lest they remembered the human kind
Its not the dreams realized
But those that were crushed
"Leave me Alone" I screamed aloud
And eventually ill give you right to kill me
Because, the silence kills more

No logic would suffice
The twisted tale might never end
The winner was the winner and the looser lost again,
I have to now sleep & dream
Because those crushed will be re built
I have come long enough... I will go till the end..




No more words left...

Cheers
Sne!!

In a moment

It was a beautiful day,

We were just the two of us,

And not even a word to say,

The usual talks were as if vanished,

Silence had kept the two of us banished,

Knowing not how to begin,

My head was rolling in a spin,

I felt I was loosing control,

Or had I lost on a whole.

He stepped forward in my direction,

I discovered in me a cultivating new edition,

My heart skipped a beat,

But I had somehow started to like this meet,

His next move was unknown,

The soul from my body was as if flown.

I couldn’t describe how I felt,

His touch made me melt,

I surrendered to him instantly,

And found my whole self in him fluently,

His arms felt the most secured place,

My love today had acquired a new base.

I felt drunk without wine,

The drowsy effect in me was his crime,

But the culprit would not be punished,

As a new beginning it had flourished,

This brief moment of love,

Made me feel like I'm in a bliss,

Now in life I have no further wish,

But to be forever his!!

This was written by me on Jan 14, 2002. Thought I'd put it here!!!

Hope you like it.

Its one of my favorites. A little kiddish & very naughty.

Cheers,

Sne!!

SPACIOUS

I had once read somewhere tht there lies a lot of difference in being Alone & being Lonely.


Alone somehow is more about dependability on urself and lonely somehow is more abt dependability on others. Dependability with your emotions, dependability about your company. And space lies somewhere between being alone & lonely.


The war of SPACE has prolonged for too long now & still there exist some creatures created by the ALL MIGHT [y] who do not seem to understand the exact term.


I shall try and make an attempt to do just the same. Reduce the descrepancy!!! Duh ah!!


So, to begin with Space according to Dictionary.com is nothing but "extent or area in two dimensions; a particular extent of surface: to fill out blank spaces in a document."

So here is a catch.... Blank spaces in a document.... Resembling much like your life... But just with a different twang to it.
Space is probably abt being there for each other at the right time & one leaving alone when needed.
So why do ppl to be left alone?? Obviously To discover themselves!!!!!!!
Its important to know oneself... to evaluate onself... For oneself and for another... Often relationships break not because they could not know other person better manner but because they simply failed to understand themselves.

Well lets see... U can have another dimension to it as well... It can be inviting the other into your space... This happens with your own will... this could include doing the things tht u do alone with another...

But then it could still hold for a concept of space in space... Let the other intrude with the ease of shoving him the way out... A true relationship would call for understanding of the fact that U need to go away to come back.. U need to stop in order to start again... Nothing is just as constant & things cant go on forever...
There are whims, there are fancies.. there is all this weirdness that goes along with a personality that in order 2 be in an ideal relationship u need to go along with all those fancies ONLY WHEN CALLED FOR...

People like me generally prefer to be lost in their own world But this definitely does not mean they like being alone... They love company most of the times... But its just tht they want to be left alone when called for... And that art of leaving alone is probably SPACE... This aspect of leaving one alone could mean or almost means leaving one on their own mostly at the good times... Ppl who demand space could or most of the times can need a helping hand around when in need...

So you see there is this nuance between SPACE & being lonely or left alone...

Cheers
Sne!!

Creatures of the Deep

Ever wondered why cigarette smokers cant Quit?? And if they smoke they god damn well shouldn't.... Why addiction is So good.... bad???
Because its simply passionate... U don't think so? Passion can drive a human sanely insane to the extent of turning his universe into flying fishes if he may so perceive!! [reminds u of taare zameen pe??]
It brings in such a zeal that can make one go to a turn which he mustn't have even imagined in his wildest nightmares.....
Just like a cigarette.... Was watching a cigarette turn to ashes today....
It gave me a pretty interesting insight. & i thot of presenting it to none other than my readers...
The zealous & passionate paper roll injected with a little tobacco doing wonders to the person inhaling the smoke emitted at the other end does make one wonder of the things that every living, dead, harmful, sinful, soulful things on earth hv some lesson & some perspective that can touch ur hearts.. Its similar to the glass being half full theory..
the paper roll by means of enlightening tobacco makes sure that the smoke reaches his destiny...
Its almost like composition & destruction going together... & almost the paper confessing to a small amount of tobacco which in turn doing just by way of flames [read the zeal of fire] to the person inhaling his death at the other end....
As if the paper roll existed in flesh & bones heading towards its mission & composing the slow destruction of the smoker... But the smoker still invites his death... He knows he is dying... but he loves to be at the receiving end.. WHY? because he experiences the transformations. He is like the buddha waiting to see the light at the end of the tunnel.
AMAZING... AIN'T IT????
A cigarette breaks down to ashes. Its whole purpose in life is to serve its whole & break down to ashes. In breaking its own self into ashes to give a high [read kick] to the owner. venting itself for the sole purpose of the other?
Just like every one of us... who will break down to ashes one fine day... the only justification we need to give ourselves is did we receives the HIGHS, the kicks???
The cigarettes motto is So defined!! So full of conviction... What does it take to own that kind of power? for a human being of course!!!
I totally believe in the concept of power for & of a human being... [Fans of Ayn Rand anyone??]
Its the conviction to fight against the whole world just to defend what is true for you.
It takes the zeal of the burning cigarette, the desire of a passionate lover & a spirit of eagle to make ur dreams come true.
But why am i saying all this??
Again... blame it on my whim.... The thots knocked me & i simply welcomed the guest...
& then they came inn & poured this down on me.... so i had to download all of this somewhere.!!!..
hehe hehe...


Guess its bec.... probably once n a while we all need gyaan ... & i hv lotsa it....


But it doesnt end here... the cigarette theory continues... someday i guess ill find my cigarette... ;)


Cheers!!
Sne..

Parallel Dreams

Apologies for being away for a long time! Not that i had nothing to write but blame it on lethargy, lack of spirit i suppose or anything you like... But since this blog exists on my whims i do get a benefit of doubt for being away... ;)
No blogs for the new year is absolutely a shame.. Moreover when it comes to the next generation budding writer. So here I am once again to satisfy the quest of my readers...


I dont have anything particular to write but its just that i have been pondering over some things that exist in a parallel fashion in ones mind. For instance career...
U may want to do one thing but you might actually end up doing something else!! And still, this does not mean you cant do it effectively. But its just that only if you had something of your choice ud be better off.... there is just one more thing i have realized... Seldom in life you get the money & the satisfaction out of any one task... And this is good!!!
Bec this is a case where your quest for doing something else opens up new avenues. Dis-satisfaction is not particularly a negative feeling. Exploited properly it can turn out your best advantage. Its just that the daily rigmarole of running behind big money [which is absolutely OK!!] takes a toll out of you. It tends to bog you down...
So what can you do to fight dis-satisfaction?? Take up a hobby... sounds hackneyed?? yes.. but seldom does anybody follow it. Its important to do things of your interest to keep the flame alive. Just because you landed up in a wrong job does not mean you loose the faith... u gotta multi-task... to keep the sanity... so that you LIVE life rather than just life living you??
Sounds unconvincing?? do i sound like an aunt giving some lecture??
So be it. I only talk from experience... There is so much i want to do in my life apart from just being a damned Business Analyst.. I respect it coz it pays me... Otherwise my life has a different direction al together.. If I just continue to be a Business Analyst all my life ill be a failure and will be passing on tht failure for generations.. . Somebody once told me.. You can only pass on what you have not what you don't. [that was the first & last thing that I believed that person.. lol]
So if i take up some dance classes, some guitar classes, some course on bunjee jumping, para gliding or even bar tending ill do better as a business analyst.
You don't believe me??? U outta try it dude!!
You know why?? Because my right brain will be at par with my left brain. :)
Leaving you with these beautiful lyrics by Avril Lavigne:

"My Happy Ending"

So much for my happy ending
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh...

Let's talk this over
It's not like we're dead
Was it something I did?
Was it something You said?
Don't leave me hanging
In a city so dead
Held up so high
On such a breakable thread

You were all the things I thought I knew
And I thought we could be

[Chorus:]
You were everything, everything that I wanted
We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it
And all of the memories, so close to me, just fade away
All this time you were pretending
So much for my happy ending
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh...

You've got your dumb friends
I know what they say
They tell you I'm difficult
But so are they
But they don't know me
Do they even know you?
All the things you hide from me
All the shit that you do [CD version]
All the stuff that you do [radio edited version]

You were all the things I thought I knew
And I thought we could be

[Chorus]

It's nice to know that you were there
Thanks for acting like you cared
And making me feel like I was the only one
It's nice to know we had it all
Thanks for watching as I fall
And letting me know we were done

[Chorus]

Cheers
Sne!!