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Tuesday, April 7, 2009

No distance matters

There are instances in life when you feel the need to pour out your mind.But you find that opening up to a person,physically close to you, does not abate the urge.............
You crave to run away from the isolation.

And then,all of a sudden, you think of a face that was there next to you when you wanted it to be there. There were eardrums that were ready to vibrate with your sound waves . There were eyes whose light would cast on you, just to remind, that you are not alone in the darkness of this World.
Alas....... that face,those ears and those eyes are nowhere near you now.

Yet, just this thought would suffice to quench your thirst of loneliness.
Because there are some, in our lives who are too close to be missed, however far they might be.

It is for those few that,
"No distance matters".


U feel you have to talk
Look around or go for a walk
Find someone nearest in person
Try pouring the verbal dispersion.

U speak n speak
No thoughts of the decibel peak
He is there next to u
Not farther than a foot or few

He is listening with all ears
Still he is farther by mile n years
In telling your mind u try so hard
But the signals are always barred.

In your mind in a flash
Cutting through as a swordy slash
You think of some face
That’s heard u before with never any haze.

Just the thought n nothing else
You feel it’s unreal and all spells
Not a word not a sigh
Nothing uttered, still your high.

In no time the urge is gone
The solitude is dead as soon as born
Not even a twist of the tongue
Even then it’s all nice n done.

Just the thought that someone is there
Makes you smile n makes you bare.
All you need is the belief
Someone is there that’s the relief

May be far may be dead
Still u see him nodding his head.
As the wise always say
No distance matters come what may.

Monday, March 30, 2009

On a lonely evening ……………..



The wind is soothing , sending a chill all over me.

Empty beer cans and cigarette buds lying around.

Psychedelic waves of pink floyd ringing all over my senses.

The faces of long lost friends, girlfriends and all other happenings in my life till this moment, are the only interruptions.


And what am I supposed to be embarking on?

Preparation for the IIM interview that’s about three weeks away!!!!!!!!!


Not that this mood and ambience is not going along really well with my task.

After all Iam trying to answer one of the most frequently asked but seldom prepared questions …..”Where do you see yourself in the future and how do you think an MBA at IIM C would help you in that?”…….


Well, doesn’t the task really fit into the happenings around.

OK let me rephrase it…” What do you really want to do with this God given gift that people call LIFE?”


Anyone bitten by the CAT bug but who has survived it has only one thing to say.

Be really frank in your interview.

Which tells me that the only way to get answers out of your mind is by being truthful to yourself.

By going through all those happenings ,those emotions ,those aspirations ,those triumphs and those setbacks that you still willingly or unwillingly carry in your mind.

And what more other than psychadelic music and a little bit of alchohol and tobacco smoke can help you in revealing your self to yourself ????


So after this one on one session with myself I will uncover the truth, which would make me more focussed more responsible and more single sighted .

I would be able to scale the heights of my professional life through determination and the non distractive mind that I would have moulded for myself.

I would be well versed in finishing unfinishable assignments, in meeting deadlines and in carrying the responsibilities knowingly or unknowingly weighted on my shoulders .


But I have one prayer ............

Whatever I may strive to achieve and to whatever extent I may be ready to go for the same , atleast at some moments in my life however fleeting they may be, may I have the same feeling of lightness in my heart that Iam feeling now.

At least at some sparkling instances let me have the featherly touch of thinking about nothing and nothingness alone.

May I realize the freedom that none other than myself can grant me.

May I fly in the timeless space of the world like a kite that’s just broke its string.

May I be what Iam and be ecstasic about just that.

May I feel myself and never regret it.

May I be me



PS: At the end of it all there is just one question unanswered…….Am I drunk???