Reminiscence

Rummaging through a cacophony of squawks Many thoughts were heard; many forgotten In the fog leading one to weary Stumbling over an ascending despondence Yet the GREY went on in hope Of a stone fluent in silence Of a rippling substance beyond void Of a symphony amidst clamour Days and nights of retries and reset Led to the longest night before it bloomed When the course took its final en-route Towards uncovering the one departed The  silent spoke as the curtain rose Louder than the worldly cackle Of ideas breaking ever convention Of thoughts suggesting a lyrical prose But the world wasn't ready For the orthodox couldn’t decrypt, Couldn't afford anything but flak Painted on the walls of prejudice  Years passed as the material decayed Yet the GREY went on in hope Of a hushed tide to soar again And honour what was unhailed

You have been visiting me more than often I presume the peak is near And so is the fear to move on For you may fade one day Debuted on a rainy canvas The slumber chose to squander Dreams of ambitions played a role no more But a song on bosom twin roads We had to part; the bona fide assured Many lines were left unread on a brief intimacy What followed next was a tumultuous applause Of a short episode, leaving me in disarray  I sought repose; ceded to comatose Of a desire for a yet another rendezvous It had to happen again; this time on a moonlight tryst On a winter solstice over scented candles Waking up next to you was inescapable A deal over smiles and chardonnay Days went by, so did the episodes of meet and farewell Leaving me on the stop of a conundrum  For you have been visiting me more than often I fear you may fade away

Standing beside the still waters Often did he contemplate Of a life of routine and monotony Or a stone ignorant of diversions Scrutiny shaped into introspection No sooner did he hugged an eventual solitude Realizing the only foot prints were his Cursed in an endless loop of desolation But the moss filled stone had a hope Of being casted across the water And create innumerous ripples Sending shivers down the spines so material The wish finally came true When a frolic young wave washed the shores And it didn't leave him behind Neither was he resistant Seconds of time failed to describe A paradigm shift to a world Where he found a reason to live Where he found someone so right Reluctance had to play no longer For he wished to be painted all new With every color of dive into the unknown With every touch, he called them memories Speedy was the adrenaline rush As he entwined into the cupid's canvas He found peace, he assumed love And an eter...

Disclaimer: The following blog post details a long, yet tiring and adventurous journey of 2 non-bikers who made sure to spend a Sunday without sleeping whole day. It is an attempt to help out all the other non-bikers to enjoy this en route. The acts were performed by real oxygen breathing people so it definitely bears a relation to all the living persons. If you are looking for the historical and geographical details of the water falls, then please take a step behind . Often coming across a lot of success travel stories, I was always envy of the ones that were unplanned, sudden yet highly adventurous. Suffice it to say, the time was nearing for me to get my hands dirty.  30th June 2018 I get this massive adrenaline rush, I feel like I am flying or on fire. I reach Ankit with the most convincing statements. "Bhai chal kuch tufani karte hai. Let's go to Shivanasamdura". Ankit replied, "Ok, par kaise Jana hai?" The conversation is followe...

Courtesy : Google Images The last 3 months of my life were invested with full dedication to unleash a few new chapters. And maybe that pain staking dedication has finally helped me out to be at peace today, when Bangalore is all drenched in heavy showers. And perhaps it is that peace which has let me pen down words, an all time favourite escape from the material. Am I scribbling anything special today? Anything intended to go viral? Well the answer is NO as well as a bit of YES. NO because whatever I am going to pen down today surrounds a quite common yet surreal and boring life, a life taken for granted . YES because I feel it is high time for us to grow beyond the barricades of the unreasonable acceptance. So buckle up for the ride is going to be way bumpy. TAPE 1 :  Courtesy : Google Images I am listening to “Lovely” by Billie Eilish from the web series 13 Reasons Why Season 2 , perhaps the sole reason for me to write down something ...

More than 4 billion years ago, when the 3rd farthest planet from Sun came into existence, so did I. Eons later life took its first leap in the cradles of my shadow. I was termed the elixir - the only means of existence for the far reaching flora and fauna. Unfortunately, I couldn't find my elixir in the midst of this give and only give business. Today, I am on the brink of extinction and I question all the beings..Will there be a realization sooner enough to save me from fading away? Water..... As we know it, is a life long companion, right from the birth till the final sip of death. Water in terms of Hydrosphere covers a lion share of the earth's area in different forms, out of which the purposeful drinking water holds a smaller percentage. Well I can munch lines by lines to describe water but I think whoever reading this will be like, "Say something new!!!". So its better for me to write something which you might be too ignorant to be aware of. " W...

Bags packed, all checked, time to go Destination is unknown though lesser stoic I term it reclusion, a night's mutual friend Meeting point for the life's unending aysmptote As the wheels take on the road So does my memories negative unravel Each one ending on a higher note to other Darkening away in the fireflies' dazzle But these flickers are meant to flick only once Coz I m on a roller coaster of no return Tearing away pages as the book reveals Leaving behind me with me at the final turn Yet the road falls prey to incoming distractions Bound to jerk to every breaker, to every pothole A fresh nectar for a pain staking memory A mirage of dreams out of control My heart says give it a chance, let it breathe Let it fly, it has a purpose to fulfill It’s the same old ditch, so does the mind beseech Crush it before darkness takes a refill And just keep on moving with a hope of redemption To a place I call reclusion

You are born when feelings tend to take off wings You emerge when silence can speak no longer You are an answer to a stoic's stings Or poem of a poet's drowsy ponder You are the base behind every inception.. You are a vector to thoughts in cacophony You are a picture, weighing thousands in number A spring to a withering winter's monotony You are a treasure of events time immemorial And for the ones awaiting embrace You are a path from existence to inventions Or a journey to Juliet's fervor grace You can be used and misused You are a power when spoken wisely You are a hatred when left bruised A sort of nectar to a listener's dismay You still shine through years of tarnish And continue to be the mankind's profess You are the empath waiting to ink When the dreary eyes can no longer confess

As I crawl on walls and the dreary plains I seek for the colour, I may fit in And as I move the craving limbs The desire of a new touch increases ten folds The oppressed body scouts for escape And live for a time in disguise Finds redemption in a camouflage drape Or call it refuge, the nature's voice On the way I find a stone so subtle So strong and yet so calm I find peace, I assume love Painting life canvas in his colour Patience demands time for things to click But the high state energy prevails Talks and laughter resonates in a flick Impatience for love leaves no trail Up and down path turns into a glitch So shorter was the plight of love I find no love, the stone retaliates Leave my colour as it’s all stoned Reality strikes in no time Darkness embraces an innocent blither A few disguise to put in rhyme The escape ends as the infatuate wither The discharge time is too low So the chameleon in me still crawls “But till when?” does the mind spe...

Recollecting the golden days when I enjoyed every festival at home, I remember savouring combinational dishes in veg and non-veg. Well such festivals can only be realised now during get together moments. Such a moment took place on 2 nd April 2017 as Sourav was at Bangalore and Ankit being my flatmate, a perfect vegan: non-vegan ratio; so was the time to cook in equal proportion. So without further ado, here come the recipes of Aloo Mutter Paneer and Chicken roast. Disclaimer: The recipes mentioned below do not hold any patents and are a piece of inspirations collected over electronic media Mutter Paneer: The ingredients “to-rely-upon” are as follows:        200 gm Paneer       100 gm frozen peas (or fresh ones would do)        3-4 finely chopped potatoes.       Ginger-garlic paste + Bay leaves (Tejpata)       Grated onions + Grated tomatoes (to add the required thickness)  ...

12 th March 2017...this is just another usual day. Some people can call it a sleepy Sunday; for some it is a working day and to many in India it marks the initiation of Holi, the festival of colours. But for me this day brings much more in the form of thoughts that cease to exist in this busy-busy life. These thoughts mostly surround the life of a child who “lost his spring” even before he was allowed to do so. A child, who came into this world in rags and destined to leave the world in same; a child, who played with rocks, sand and fire instead of toys; a child, whose sole purpose was to win bread from the leftovers for his family of 6. While running towards maturity at a tender age, one day the child forgets his way to home; he is lost. The untouched born entity now becomes bait for the world to consume. There are quite a many but repetitive paths that he might fall into. The well known among them is “ Child trafficking ”. Courtesy: Google images Lost his way, the child ...

5 th March 2017....Oh yeah you just came to an end on a happy note! A Sunday dedicated to food wrapped around in steak burger and chicken sizzler while being dipped in a refreshing essence of Sangria. Such fresh food experiences bring back memories of the old ones thereby pumping in energy to scribble them down. So here it goes.... Wake up early in the morning...Search for the best market place to buy fresh vegetables...make sure to get fresh carrots..Particularly the red ones...1.5 kg is at least a must in quantity...make sure you are ready with the co-actors which includes sugar, 750 ml of milk, khoya or condensed milk and of course the usual seasoning stuffs. Oh boy! It’s time to cook “Gajar Ka Halwa” This time I won’t start with the usual ingredients list (because I have already mentioned them above) because I want them to appear one by one as the movie rolls over. Longest and toughest part of the movie First, clean the carrots out of dirt and peel off their ski...

Ankit : Oye yaar! Long weekend a raha hai ...chal Hampi chalte hai! Me : Ha yaar! 26 th ko Republic Day, 27 th ko I will fall sick and 28 th , 29 th is a weekend. Ankit : Sourav ko call lagata hu. Accomodation and transport ka bhi pata karna hai. Me : Ha yaar thore kapre bhi lene hai!! Well I would describe this trip to be the best among all so far, the reason being the misfortune that didn’t accompany us along. The journey kick started on 26 th January’17 and Sugama Travels was all set to begin at 10:30 pm from Bengaluru. Surprisingly it began with less selfies. We reached Hosapete (14kms from Hampi) the next morning at 5.30 am. At that very instant we were surrounded by a swarm of auto drivers, willing to take us to Hampi at a whopping price of 500 rupees only!! At a few yards distance, we found JSW Vijaynagar Bus Terminal. Buses ply from Hosapete at Platform no. 12 from 6:00 am onwards, charging 13 rupees per head. After a 30 minutes bus ride, we reached Hampi ...

Being a non-vegetarian by choice, it has been always a dream to get my refrigerator filled up with only chicken and associates; the farther my hands could reach. But having said that I also had developed a taste for all the vegetarian cuisines cooked by mom and perhaps reminded me of them all the time. “Chole curry (White Chick Peas)”, topped the list in this regard. Starting from the phase when mom soaks “chole” into water till the final phase of “seasoning”, I use to remain clinged to the kitchen sil. But now work life has sent me distant apart from such adventures. But wait, because I got a solution. Why shouldn’t I make it on my own? Perhaps it might taste exactly or tending to what mom cooks. So here it is: Let’s list down all the ingredients: a.        Half-cup of White Chick peas (enough for 2-3 people) but then make lots it won’t go wasted. b.       3-4 cups of water c.      ...

There comes a time in a budding cook’s life when he starts getting bored of the usual stuff and looks forward to try something different; the ultimate test of cooking skills. But wait a second, the day has to be equivalently special in proportion to the “out of the world!” dish. So was one of the special days waiting for me? Oh yes it was! I called it a day to #CookForACause . An initiative to arrange a lavish lunch for the office hospitality staff, a fundraiser in the form of #CookForACause was organised from 14-18 th Feb 2016, wherein various cooks got a chance to sell their cuisines to others who don’t cook but only eat and the money hence collected would serve the main purpose. Well I had to take the main role here (for no reason) and I shouted out loud, “Boss!! I will get Kesari Kheer” (And the conscience speaks, “Dude do you even know how to cook Kheer? And where on earth will you get Kesar!”) Well let’s keep the struggle behind realisations aside and concen...