Sunday, December 25, 2011



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Friday, November 11, 2011


Rachel, a normal 24 year old New Yorker, trying to make it big in this city, goes to the same cafeteria everyday to pick up the usual bagels and a regular decaf for her boss & while doing all this she always stands there for minute lost in her thoughts, hoping that she will be the editor of the magazine one day & young girls like her will get her coffee one day, ‘’your bagels & coffee ma’am’’.....Ms. six inches’’( since she wears six inch high heels)....oh sorry!! Yeah I’m getting late...takes the coffee & bagels & runs towards her office on the opposite street. Mr .Woods a retired man having no family in this city is a regular at the coffee is this shop , his morning coffee, The New York times & these kids running around in a hurry to get the coffee for their bosses, is what keeps him entertained, though he sees the regular people like Rachel coming there & taking coffee for their bosses & always being in a hurry, there is something about Rachel that he finds interesting , that makes her stand out from the rest of the crowd, he knows that she has a certain spark in her that she will make it big someday but there’s something that compels him to find out more about Rachel.
He decides to go there before her & observe her for a few days....April 20, 8:00 a.m, Mr. Woods is late by a minute.... sees her running in those sky high heels, tripping, dropping her bag, files but yet saving the bagels & coffee (well now that is a the best assistant indeed!) so Mr. Woods decides to go early the next morning & sits at the table with his pen & diary 7:58, there comes Rachel asking for her regular take away...Mr. Woods jots down how dedicated & sincere she is but yet that one thing that he sees in her he can’t quite guess it so again next morning he’s back at 7.30 at the table waiting for her, but she never turns up! So Mr. woods comes next morning but again no signs of Rachel.....he thinks of inquring at her office & goes across the street but the receptionist says there’s no Rachel here thinking of some misunderstanding, he goes to the coffee shop
He asks Ben the guy who keeps Rachel’s take away ready... but Ben starts wondering who is this guy talking about & says he’s not aware of any such girl or any such person who he gives away bagels & decaf at 7.58 daily he shows him his diary in which he describes Rachel as this beautiful 24 year old young & hard working brunette & that how he calls her Ms .six inches always.... but Ben asks him to go away & stop troubling his customers & him (not recollecting any such girl)...Mr. Woods confused, angry, shocked, sad returns to his home, his diary by his side taking a nap on his chair, suddenly a voice calls out to him, ‘’Mr. Woods !Mr. Woods! It’s me Rachel , you were looking out for me right?’’ Mr. Woods gets scared wondering how is the diary talking to him.. Throws his diary..... ‘’don’t be scared I’m Rachel I won’t harm you’’!... why is that you didn’t go to your office or to the coffee shop today? How come those people don’t know you? Who are you? Why are you doing this to me?.... don’t worry Mr.
Woods you will get all your answers if you do as i say if you go to Denver & meet your daughter tomorrow she’s waiting for you & you too are waiting for her i do you know about her? I will never talk to her not even over my dead body.... tell me who in the world are you? ‘’Well
Mr.Woods the mystery will be revealed once you go there... you know you want to’’ (Mr.
woods had cut all his ties with his daughter, because she ran away from college with her boyfriend who Mr. Woods didn’t approve of, it’s been 15 years since he has had any contacts with her whatsoever, Rose his daughter misses him & has tried many times to contact him but no response from his side, she is the only child he has, she has written to him about her big promotion, her 1st car, etc & every little joy but has got no response) he in turn writes letters to his daughter but has never had the wish to post them because of the embarrassment he had to face due to her. Though deep down he still cries & prays for her.
He gets a call from his doctor ( on April 19 he had gone through some tests & it showed he’s suffering from the last stage of cancer) saying that his condition is worsening day by day & he has no more than a month or two to live & fulfil all his wishes.... he breaks down though there’s nothing he has to lose it’s Rose that’s on his mind right now he gets the flash back of their happier times..... ‘’Mr. Woods! (the diary shouts out) It’s me again Rachel so are you going to meet her?’’ but who are you (crying) asks her... ‘’just take this trip & you will know exactly who am I’’... thinking about what the doctor just said... he makes up his mind & leaves to meet Rose.... knowing that she works in this big fashion magazine he goes there.., there is his little Rose, in front of him the 35 year old editor , assistants getting coffee & bagel for her, she sees him & comes running towards him, both break down & go to a small coffee shop that’s right across the office, the owner shouts out ‘’oh! Ms. Six inches, you came today , what a surprise!! & i ask her what’s M. Six inches & she says what he witnesses in New York the story of Rachel.... he opens his diary..... there he finds out scribbled ‘’that Rachel was no one but your 24 year old daughter Rose , it was that period you missed out of her’s while she was growing!!! Rachel was no one but his own sub conscious mind creating a picture of his own daughter who he missed so much but never met her & it was the news on April 19 of his cancer that led him to draw up the picture & finally meet his daughter after 15 long years and here is to their new beginnings

Monday, September 19, 2011

To that friend

I once had a friend,
we used to hang out like there was no end,
Life was like a fantasy land,
a place so grand, that makes you crazy- crazy, crazy happy!
Oh, we loved each other and played all day, like the whole world was our playground,
then one day that friend moved around, the world all of a sudden became empty.
In touch we did keep, until life gave us a kick and that friend got replaced by others,
Once in a while those memories flashed and I shed a few tears- of joy and happiness, thinking today I will call that friend as life kept us moving further apart and ahead.
One day I got a message- “Ms. Your friend is no more”,
the bitterest tears are shed over graves for words left unspoken and deeds left undone.
In the end we remember not the words of our enemies but the silence of our friends.
To that friend who’s shining up there and sending all the light my way, a friend who was hard to find, hard to leave and impossible to forget- “ there's nothing I can change wherever you are, whichever world you go in, there's always going to be one empty place for you in my heart nobody can replace never gone, never far, in my heart is where you are. Always close, every day, every step along the way. Even though for now, we've got to say good-bye, you'll be there forever in my life”

Sunday, August 14, 2011


To the unsung heroes, who fight till the last breath!!
To the many pledges, promising sacrifice till death!!
To all the overcoming fears, blood and tears shed!!
To their motherland, after being laid to rest is all but a wasteland!!
To all those trying times, with hurt and vengeance in their lives!!
and all triumphant victories, with major glories!!
To the deep longing and endless waiting to embrace their beloved!!
To those unsung heroes- the unknown many who are laid to sleep forever fighting for their motherland's pride only so we could sleep one more night!!
to all the real heroes the jawans of this country!!

Tuesday, June 28, 2011


Talk in everlasting words and dedicate them all to me,
and I will give you all my life, I'm here if you should call to me,
you think that I don't even mean a single word I say...

Words- thouands uttered daily,
some nasty and others hastily,
they decide your personality,
while certain things are best left unspoken,
while others could lead to many hearts broken,
words- a privileged few get to express,
dealing with a certain words you'd bet is a stress,
tread carefully with your words, you never know when your first could be your last spoken,
life in this unpredicatble world- alive today, gone tomorrow,
words spoken from january- december, last words are all that people will remember,
first impressions are the last impressions, when your gone last spoken words are the first that people will remember forever,
always end your conversations with the best & sweetest words, cos thats all that'll be etched forever...

it's only words and words are all I have to take your heart away.....
make it a point to end on a good note!!

PS- dedicated to Jonathan Joshua Fernandes my favourite drummer from the band reverse polarity R.I.P \m/

Tuesday, June 14, 2011


Then I was 8, now I am 18
Then I was innocent, now I am a bitch
The I the world loved/accepted me the way I was, now they love/accept me on my coolness.
Then I loved my parents, now I fight with them,
Then I fought with my sibling, now I can’t live w/o my sibling
Then I was directionless, now I have 100s of ‘em
Then I ran to catch a ball, now I run to catch a train/fame
Then I had a halo, now I have horns
Then I followed, now I lead
Then life was flawless, now life is filled with obstacles
Then I was just another girl, now I can’t afford to be just another girl,
Then I was in Bombay, now I am in Mumbai,
Then I wanted to be where I am today, now I want to go back to then
A lot has changed since then & keeps changing now, the 1 thing that hasn’t changed is that I had dreams then, I have dreams now
Life has become hectic & I keep loosing myself to now. But this now will soon become then one day & then I would again wanna go back to now. I loved my then , I like my now & I don’t know my future will be how!! But I shall keep dreaming & move on for now!!

Wednesday, May 25, 2011


Rise and shine, cos you have to!!
don't cry and whine, cos that won't do!!
you have to take over the world, let'em know you have it in you!!
don't let these teen years confuse you,
Hurdles are a plenty in these cross roads,
being Obama or Osama lies in your chores!!
getting fame comes at a cost,
it also makes you feel lost!!
dreams are a plenty when you sleep,
while some others which don't let you sleep!!
So rise and shine
spread your wings left and right!!
ignite the fire in you, cos its time to conquer the world!!

Friday, April 29, 2011


Every morning I wake up I think of you,
Every Night I sleep I think of you,
There has never been a moment, you didn’t cross mind,
If only you knew, how much you are remembered
If only you could think of me once,
The water flows for life, winds blow for the breeze,
The mountains rise for the sky, the clock ticks for day & night,
The sun brims to rise & shine,
& I live on in the hope of you falling for me one day,
This life seems to be a far cry, it seems to depair,
It journeys along the obstacles to find your path at the end,
These cross roads exude your faint memories,
The presence of those sweet memories illusions the bitter absence
& SO I CRIED , when you embraced me in your arms, a wait I longed for!!!

Thursday, April 21, 2011


Don’t they? Every time you feel life is going good & smoothly, suddenly from nowhere comes a blow & takes away all the happiness, why is that things fall apart? ‘’The Secret’’ book says that if we’re positive, the universe will move & give us the thing we want the most be it a job/ bungalow, etc, universe is like a catalogue, where we just need to say positively what we need & it’ll be received, but being too positive can lead to over confidence, this is where things fall apart, loosing that job, the love, the friends, the family or anything.
Like after recession there’s inflation same way after bad there’s good, but if things are falling apart right now, that’s only cause better things await us as the old buildings are demolished to give way to high rises.
The best way to shift your focus when things are falling apart is to look out of your window & feel blessed to have at least a little of what others don’t...if you have food in your fridge, clothes in your cupboard, roof over your head a place to sleep, you are richer than 75% of the entire world, if you have money in your wallet, a lil change n can go anywhere you want, you are among the top 8 % of the world’s wealthy, if you woke up this morning with more health than illness, you are blessed than the million people who won’t survive this week. If you can read this & understand it, you are more fortunate than the 3 billion people who cannot see or suffer being mentally challenged, life is not about complaining for small reasons that don’t really mater, it’s about a thousand other reasons to be happy.
Paulo Coelho wrote this small piece- a group of pilgrims once went to meet a saint known to cure all problems, looking at the number of people cribbing about their problems, he decided to teach everyone a lesson, asked all of them to write their worries on a piece of paper & inter change with others, one by one he called them to read it out loud, listening to the problems they came to know that their respective problems were nothing compared to the others, they went back feeling blessed.
So if things fall apart look at the good things you have & if you’re at the edge God will either teach you how to fly or catch you just before you fall

Thursday, March 31, 2011


I'm a barbie girl, in the barbie world
Life in plastic, it's fantastic!
you can brush my hair, undress me everywhere
Imagination, life is your creation
Come on Barbie, let's go party!
Oh, I'm having so much fun!
Well Barbie, we're just getting started
Oh, I love you Ken! 

When you’re 5 life is like a fantasy land where all people are filled with cotton candy & rainbows, there are no worries.... you can choose to dress like a boy/girl & you will turn out to be cute anyway..... y can’t I be 5 again? Where all we did was eat, sleep, roam, play , watch tv, do all the bad stuff put it on someone else or make that puppy face & you’re an angel, where santa clause got me gifts & thinking tooth fairy will give me better teeth , ate chocolates all the time.... where no one cared how I look or what I wear birthday parties meant calling all the friends home, cutting that Barbie cake & going to the circus or zoo.... where going to school was like going to a place where all the friends met, played a little , sang some rhymes & got back home, where after reaching home- going to sleep, eating & again going & playing hide & seek & all those games, where no sibling rivalry was a distant thought.............ahh how I wish I was 5 again!!!!!

Monday, March 14, 2011


When you’re 16, your world changes, from school you make a transition into college.
From that protected, spoon fed life in school you suddenly are left alone to fend for yourself. But of course everyone enjoys college life, what with the FREEDOM that one gets to experience? From bunking, watching movie with that special someone to driving, smoking & what not.... but then there are those moments before we enter college, those moments where we never want to leave school, the sadness of leaving our second home where we spent almost 13 years , those life long friends, those teachers whom we troubled so much (even though we thought it was the other way round) all those moments, different celebrations captured in our minds & hearts forever.
On that farewell day where we cried & filled buckets- all bitter sweet memories.
In the 13 years of our school life, 12 years we can’t wait to get out but it’s the last 13th year where we wish time stops forever & we could stay here forever & it is this last year that gets over in a blink & is gone with the wind.... that last camp, where we did it all from locking the teacher’s room, to those ghost stories to painting those friends faces who dozed off- bitter sweet memories.
But then comes college life where we find new friends & we create bitter sweet memories with them too, with all the bunking, sleepovers, when we go through old photos of all those fun times we realize we were no just having fun, but were creating bitter sweet memories to last forever.
One day when you’re sitting in your office looking out the window those memmries will flash in front of you ....
Bunking those lectures with friends,
Where coffee was just an excuse to have thos long chats,
Talking the night before exams & discussing who will beat the other in getting a KT,
Being happy on getting that KT,
Those bike rides at marine drive,
Going to college to get a glimpse of that special someone sitting on the 3rd bench of your class,
Making those promises of staying in touch forever till death do us apart,
Giving them a treat off your 1st pay cheque & now wondering where did all those moments go away.... how did I become so busy in life? & crying on remembering those bitter sweet memories as the song goes ‘’aneh wala pal,pal meh jane wala hai, ho sake toh usmeh zindagi bita lo pal jo ye janeh wala hai”.
I got my first real six-string
Bought it at the five-and-dime
Played 'til my fingers bled
It was summer of '69

Me and some guys from school
Had a Band and we tried real hard
Jimmy quit and Jody got married
I shualda known we'd never get far

Oh when I lock back now
That was seemes to last forever
And if I had the choice
Ya - I'd always wanna be there
Those were the best days of my life

And now the times are changin'
Look at everything that's come and gone
Somethimes when I play that old six-string
I think about ya wonder what went wrong

Standin' on a mama's porch
You told me it would last forever
Oh the way you held my hand
I knew that it was now or never
Those were the best days of my life

Tuesday, March 1, 2011


Only for you I write this,
Only for you I am born,
Only for you I live,
Only for you I shall die,
Only for you I fight,
Only for you I sacrifice,
Only for you I smile,
Only for you I cry,
Only for you I to keep going,
Only for you I get the courage to get up next morn,
Only for you I sleep at night,
Only for you I am here,
Only for you I pray,
Only for you I am a hero,
Only for you I love,
Only for you I will never give up,
Only for you I survive the extremes,
Only for you my heart beats,
Only for you I stake my life,
When they raise their eyes at you, only for you I raise my hands at them,
Only for you I shall be reborn
To my dear country,
ex Army officer

Tuesday, February 1, 2011


I'll be there for you ... when the rain starts to fall.
I'll be there for you ... like I've been there before.
I'll be there for you ... cause you're there for me, too.
No one could ever know me
No one could ever see me
Seems you're the only one who knows what it's like to be me
Someone to face the day with
Make it through all the rest with
Someone I'll always laugh with
Even in my worst, I'm best with you, yeah

It is like a small seed that grows into a fragile sapling & then into a strong tree ( surviving the odds)...... same way only a few friendships grow into stronger bonds going through ups & downs & only time tells us who our real friends are n well who were just not meant to be.
As we grow we get entangled with a lot of things, connect to a lot of people, people come & go, life moves on but it’s only those few who stay till the end, we share our Kodak moments with so many people, but how many of those are there when we have our lows? How many of your friends who were there with you in your joy were there in your sorrow? Well if they were then you must consider yourself really blessed cos only a few people get that.
Friendship is not just about sharing joy but also sorrow,
Not just about highs but also lows,
But the biggest thing is distances between friends grow & grow as you grow up, that 1 friend with whom you shared your lunch box daily, that bad secret of yours, couldn’t go a day without talking to him/her, today you think, oh i’ll call him tomorrow......
1 day you might get a call saying, “ your friend is no more”.... that’ll be the day you’d wanna go back  in time & make that call saying, “hi, I love you”!! ( all it takes is 5 mins of your 24 hrs) & well you’re not the President to be so busy in your life that you don’t even get the 5 mins of your life to do that.... & all you’d do is cry & cry & curse yourself........ I’m sure you must be having that pretty close friend who havn’t spoken to in a while & you are thinking about him/her........ pick that phone up call/text him. Make someone’s day & the feeling will be very good!!!
This goes for all my friends-
Tere jaisa yaar kahan
Kahan aisa yaarana
Yaad karegi duniya
Tera mera afsana
Mere dil ki yeh dua hai
Kabhi door tu na jaaye
Tere bina ho jeena
Woh din kabhi na aaye 
Tere sung jeena yahan
Tere sung mar jaana
Yaad karegi duniya
Tera mera afsana 

Saturday, January 1, 2011


2011, a whole new year to look forward to, & a hell lotta things to do, I’m sure all must’ve thought about that new year’s resolution, or must’ve set some things for yourselves to do this year & make it more useful, eventful & recreational than the previous year........... so have I.
 For starters , I have made a point to try something new, I did  hell lotta new stuff in 2010

RSVPed- the following:-
Board exams
Discovered North –East. Got results
Began with new college (degree college)- BMM has a hell lotta projects.
Started with PR- AAHAN- my college fest.
Got back with some friends who I hadn’t spoken to for over a year for some reason.
Started teaching at EACH ONE TEACH ONE (NGO), got my driver’s liscence.
Its al about AAHAN, 31st eve.


Well with 2010 being a year full of new things, I wanna try atleat 1 new thing this year, but I’m confused, cos I wanna learn Spanish ( no time though L ) & well my Mom will be impressed (shocked too) if I started to learn some cooking ( I’m good at magi & cakes) but I fell bored to do so....
Do you have any such plan of trying something new? Or anything for that matter, share it here with our readers, & well if I like your new thing for new 2011, I could get inspired & do that...... so help me trying something new this year!!!