22 Crossroads

So much light I can't see myself So dark around I can't be myself From the shackles I'll free myself And the journey continues. Lay beside me, and lift me high above Then let go off the cliff, for that adrenaline rush The clouds have gone now, will it ever rain If you can love me now, I can love you once again Lay beside me, in this gothic sky Black blood flowing in my vein, but i want to stay alive The clouds are back now, the journey continues Its raining once again, and the journey continues. Crumples flowers, crumpled stones Bruised and battered, I stand alone Are you the wine, that can carry me with you? Crumpled flower. crumpled stone Carrying blames on my own Are you the sin are you sorry I was you? Well, I am sorry too. Come lay beside me, it's hurting even more I tried to break free all my bonds and it's hurting even more There's no strength left now I

Patriotism. What does it mean to us? We are the youth of the country, the supposed to be future of the nation. What do we make of these three syllables? We are the progressive section of the society, marching forward, taking India to a better and brighter future. But have we really ever paid any attention to it? Have we ever spared even a figment of our fertile imagination for the same? Let’s have a look. I am twenty one years old. That’s right, old enough to be legally married under the laws of the state. I have no future plans. My future is as directionless as India’s foreign policy. I don’t know what I want to do with my life, apart from earning money. I study in an institution that runs on the ever cherished, ever cliché taxpayers money. My tuition is subsidised. The dollar-face Lincoln says, "Ask not what your country has given you. Ask what you have given to the country". Rather than giving anything to the country, right now I am actually taking away a large chunk of th

Where does the need arise? Where is the desire born? The desire to know the meaning, to understand the realms of the so-called reality, to know the answers, to comprehend those answers and then to create meaning out of it. The greatest mysteries of life lie hidden – hidden beneath the soul. And while man reaches far and wide in search of answers, resurrecting and devouring all that lies in his way, he is too naïve to look within. For there the answer lies – the answers to the quintessential questions, plain yet profound, simplistic to the limit of being outright trivial, and yet governing the unfathomable , unreasonable method behind our madness. Why are we here? Why were we born? What makes us special? Herein lays the desire. Herein lays the hunger, the yearning – to be someone, to make a difference. How wonderful would it fly! How wonderful would it be to be invisible! How wonderful would it be to be invincible, to be able to bend space and time, to walk through walls, to hold fire i

Duniya se ji jo uchat gaya do shabd suna jo log sune.n Jag jaayen soti raatein kuchh shor macha jo log sune.n Har dil ki dhadkan andhi hai har aankh sneh se banzar hai duniya ke sookhe pathjhar mein badal garja jo log sune.n seemayen laangh raha koi tujhko lalkaar raha koi Dil dehla de har ghatak ke Hunkaar laga jo log sune.n

Click here for the original Here's my take on it: Tum manzil se abhi keh do, ki milne hum kal aayenge Abhi hum par khhumari hai, sitaron tum to so jao Badi tumne bhi kaati hain, tanha raatein hans hans ke Sahar muddat hamari hai, sitaron tum to so jao Khhwabon ki khalish dekhee, haalaat-e-haqeekat bhi Ghazab be-ikhteyari hai, sitaron tum to so jao

This is a dedicated to the "you know" series in the comic script B.C. Most of you would have read it ... those who haven't try doing so. I wont be drawing anything here ... obviously ... just the text. Here;s the first one: _________________ You Know . . . Ching . . . You Know you have taken your metro-sexuality too far when you look more like a flat chested woman than a long haired man. :) ________________

Umr ke kacche mod pe Khwaabon ka ek ped lagaya Ruk kar do ghadi ek din for Seench usko – pyar jataya Jaane ki jaldi thi shaayad Agli subah bula rahi thi Naye dhuno aur naye raag ka Naya khwaab who dikha rahi thi Uncchai ki chhah liye Aur kuchh karne ki pyaas liye Chhod chala apne paudhe ko Bas yaadein apne saath liye Chala chala un raahon mein fir Gumnaami ki raat kati Fir aaya who naya savera Khushiyon ki barsaat hui Kuchh aise jeevan beeta aur Kuchh khoya kuchh paya maine Har baadha ko paar kiya aur Har manzil ko paaya maine Khushiyon ke is kolaahal mein Shaam hui main bhayak raha tha Kuchh karma baaki tha shaayd Man ke andar kuchh bhatak raha tha Yaad aayen kuchh beeti baatein Jin par parda main gira chukka tha Boya tha barson pehle jo Khwaabon ka paudha bula raha thA Bahut soch kar aakhir ek din Usi raah par kadam badhaye Sab kuchh tha kal ke hi jaisa Kisse saare sune sunaye Fir a

Umr ke kacche mod pe Khwaabon ka ek ped lagaya Ruk kar do ghadi ek din for Seench usko – pyar jataya Jaane ki jaldi thi shaayad Agli subah bula rahi thi Naye dhuno aur naye raag ka Naya khwaab who dikha rahi thi Uncchai ki chhah liye Aur kuchh karne ki pyaas liye Chhod chala apne paudhe ko Bas yaadein apne saath liye Chala chala un raahon mein fir Gumnaami ki raat kati Fir aaya who naya savera Khushiyon ki barsaat hui Kuchh aise jeevan beeta aur Kuchh khoya kuchh paya maine Har baadha ko paar kiya aur Har manzil ko paaya maine Khushiyon ke is kolaahal mein Shaam hui main bhayak raha tha Kuchh karma baaki tha shaayd Man ke andar kuchh bhatak raha tha Yaad aayen kuchh beeti baatein Jin par parda main gira chukka tha Boya tha barson pehle jo Khwaabon ka paudha bula raha tha Turant utha fir, chhod chala sab Us paudhe se mujhko milna tha Fati puraani yaadon ko Uski chhaon mein seena tha

My message to the team ..... “If I need a cause for celebration Or a comfort I can use to ease my mind I rely on my imagination And I dream of an imaginary time.” That imaginary time has become real … When everything's been said and done.... When words run out ... and so does your ability to invent new ones to suit the moment To honor it ... to savor it What do you say ... it’s not the first time that I have been in this situation That night u guys asked for one line ... well keeda never speaks a single line ... and again well as i said I just write my blog So, what do I say about such an astonishing fest and such a great group of people ... well for one ... it was more than about just a fest ... more than about 546 teams and 1500 participants ....more than about 2 odd lakhs spent on it ... more than 4 dog tiring days and nights ... much much more than that. It was about self belief ... it was about a dream ... a dream come true in much bigger proport

Foreword: The following piece was written on December 22nd 2006, but wasnt posted due to lack of internet connection. So it goes here *** Well, it is the end of the year and almost everyone is coming out of their winners of the year in weirdest conceivable categories. So while it may be the recipe of the year or the best and the worst dog owners of the year, some more cliché categories are still more fun. NDTV is still in its pursuit towards finding their Indian of the year to succeed a certain Mrs. Sonia Gandhi (yeah right) ... but they have already come up with their song of the year. And that is what has gotten me started on this column. They have chosen "Masti ki paathshaala" from Rang De Basanti as the most defining song of the year ... or at least I guess that?s what the title means. Had it just been popularity charts a certain smoking number (pun intended) called beady could very easily have upstaged the winner. So is Paathshaala the song of the year. On first no