Maggi aint just name of a noodle

Like the glow of a stemming fire, litting up my hungered maze
Blooming like the lotus in a pond , a Lazy loafers all time graze
The Memoirs of comin back after tuition,and of school in autumn haze
Nostalgia of a long lost roommate , rekindling the college days
                   - What would I do without you,"Nestle" Maggi ??

When the evening dawns

When the evening shrouds the light
The rays of the moon glitters the night
When the birds flock back in a far off height
I get reminded of a distant time


 The inquiring mind comes to term with life
 The exhausted soul engulfed in some mysterious strife
Nostalgia pricks me, with the likes of a knife
My eyes drain out, with tears rife

It happens often,when the evening shrouds the light
That I get reminded of a distant time


One fine noon,a gush of wind blows
The heaven opens its gate, and torrential rain flows
The odour of the soil catch me very close
And in the boisterous sky, radiant lightning glows

And While I gaze at the  thunder in the sky
To a distant land does my mind fly.

The autumn mornings arrive, with its foggy haze
The sweet fragrance of roses, strewn in the nature's raze
Flying my mind back to  those juvenile days
The walk in the eveninigs in the street lamp rays

My emotions dismay me now  ,like the lost fragrance of the rose
The fog becoming tears, through my eye it flows.

It happens often,when the evening shrouds the light
That I get reminded of a distant time

Sulagna Sharma...such is life!!!

The Gorgeous Sulagna Sharma of Bhayender,Mumbai
Of Late, Have you been fine ?
Guess you fairly know by now
You are the lone one who makes my tounge tied

The prime time news makes my mind meander
Society on the verge of a civil strife
Wonder if perpetual peace at the sea would last
Lest the twinkling stars rage with vigorous rife.

Sulagna, the bird in me is anxious to hover
To fish in the pond of your pride
Scavenging through the mystic mesmerizing traits
Picking up the arrogance to keep it by my side

To clean  up the muddled clothes of my heart
Giving coherance to the intriguing debates
Like the waves splashing all over
The calmness preluding , as its bait

Whats do you like more - Breezer or Chocolate Devil ?
Who do you like more - Metallica or Linking park ?
Poverty in my nation is like the Taimurs sword
And you , for me,  the illuminating light in the dark

Coz Even if this nation has world's largest child labour force
Poverty, Malnourishment - A mess galore
You are like the history we rave about all day
With very little facts , and whole lot folklore

Have you heard of the fortress called Bastille ?
Of the birth of Democracy , of the third estate's thwart ?
Of La Marseillaise, and bare foot peasents
Fighting an empire with blood laden heart

Hope, therby, is the essence of all beginning
Of love , of change , of all human rupture
Even the carefree, jovial outlook towards misery
And optimism of a painfree departure

One day even you would depart
First from my life, and slowly from my mind
Only to re-emerge in the days of yore
With unscatched nostalgia - of a charming kind.

And me , I would probably get back to the tabboo's rife
Settle, indulge, and then crib about the society's strife
Yearning for more, with little botheration
Cant help it , such is life !!!

(Sulagna Sharma , in here is a fictonal imaginary character.The poem is a renidition of quite a few inspirations that I have had so far . )

WHEN LIFE STANDS STILL

Baby Aint the sky beautiful
Radiant with the sparkling stars;
Even more enthralling is the paradise of my dreams
Featuring the Indisputable princess that you are.

So what that you moved across
To a distant land so far;
Yet I keep on bumping into you
Frequently ,In my recurring dreamy reverie.

As a flurry of breeze , and the colorful blossom
Proclaim the arrival of spring;
Was this not the season for youthful indulgence
Be it in love,liason or even just a fling ?

How I yearn that you were here now
Hogging those Pizzas in an grandeur mall;
A big long hug, and a soft little peck
And the endless blabber , in an midnight call.


The restless mind affirms the unfathomable love,
the extent of which cannot be told;
Will anyone ever be able to quantify
How much water does the Pacific hold ?

Try and find another soul
Who loves you with more zeal and fervor,
And comprehends better all the craving
That your mind and heart persists to harbour

The birds, the tree's , even the rays of sun
Everything suddenly portends a plight
Even they grumble about your everlasting absence
Aggravating the void, night after night.

Akin to the optimism of a desert gypsy
Searchin for an oasis amidst the sand,
I hope and pray against all odds,
There's no split till times end.

Romance,True Love &Heartbreak – My Two Cents - Part 2

(Continued from where I left)

But then, it still does not answer the question : - Why are people really serious with someone at some stage, and casual at others?

The answer lies in the fact that deficiency needs of human being,as explained by Maslow, are not always mutually exclusive.So at some point of time you get into a relationship because subconsciously there is a crave for affection/attention or there is a crave for physical satisfaction.But at other times, the signal from the hormones indicate that one particular individual is able to meet most or all of the deficiency needs : namely esteem (meeting with the norms of the requirements of one’s society or peer group),love,safety (financial,physical,emotional etc etc..),and physical.The more the needs are met at an optimum level, the higher the level of attachment.

So why does heartbreak causes turmoil,sometimes longing for ages?? Before this question is answered, we have to get one fact straight – The 4 deficiency needs of every individual vary, and is dependent on the socio-cultural environment he is exposed to. Heartbreak’s cause a void, because suddenly u find that there is no one to cater to your deficiency needs as sought by your body.So you might find someone who meets your esteem needs in the way you seek, but not your safety needs.And because it is so difficult to find someone who is same or better to meet all your deficiency needs,there is a heartbreak.Twist and modify whatever I wrote,and you would understand why people sometimes fall in love with someone else,though they were involved in what they considered was a serious relationship.Its just that the new person is able to meet her deficiency needs in a more optimum manner.

To cut the story short – there is nothing called true love.Nor is there anything called love at first sight, no matter however romantic it might sound.What might exist is lust at first sight.Sigmund Freud, the father of modern psychology, had explained the same way back in the 19th century.When a guy sees a girl, subconsciously, he is just trying to find out how compatible the other person is with him in the bed.Crushes/Infatutions are just sexual desires getting transformed into primary motivational energy of human life.And love is all about meeting your deficiency needs.

Romance, True Love &Heartbreak – My Two Cents - part 1

In the very early hours of today morning (not too sure if it would be appropriate to refer to it as a morning in true sense though, I had not even hit the bed then), I was in for a pleasant surprise. It was a phone call from one of my long lost close buddies. She was one of my best friends during my tenure in Kolkata, until she decided to move to Bangalore to pursue her post graduation. I moved to Delhi shortly thereafter, and with the passage of time, the bonds of friendship thinned out. We had committed at some point of time to be the best of friends forever, but forever is a long time, much longer than the couple of blissful years I had spent in the city of joy. A galore of misunderstandings emerged (not too sure if she would agree with this:-D), a couple of verbal fights for nonsensical reasons evolved out of nowhere, thus leading to a reduction of one friend in my face book friends list.18 months passed by. I did try to get in touch with her more than a couple of times, but her bellyaching disgruntlement stood firm.
N then came her call. To be honest, it was not completely out of the blue. I wanted to wish her on her birthday, but I was on a trekking vacation with virtually no access to a phone – Hence I sent her a message conveying my regards once I was back. She could not figure out the source of the message, and gave me a call. And thus began our conversation. In the good old days, our conversation was limited to nonsensical matters of minute importance: matters which are probably less trivial than the hairs oozing out from the left side of your nose. But in the very first couple of minutes, I could easily figure out that the passage of time has evolved her into a graceful matured young lady, with a hint of sophistication embedded (I m not too sure if I can say the same about me though).We spoke for some duration, and about a plethora of things, but let’s leave that for another day. One point she made did leave a dent in mind though - when she spoke to me in melancholic detail about her boyfriend and their break up, on how she was cocksure he was her true love and how she could never find anyone who could match up to him, and how the impact of his affliction would never continue to evade her.In other words, he was her Mr. Perfect, and she could not come to terms with the fact that they were no longer together. He could not be replicated, she sensed…and I could figure out that she perceived that anybody she would get involved with would be a mere “compromise”, or so she thought.
You know, this is the problem with guys like me. I need to go to the toilet but I don't say 'Excuse me' and go away. Instead I start with a story about the time when a two year old me pissed in my aunt's lap so hard she almost suffered from multiple thigh fractures .Then I continue to talk about my aunt and her husband who worked in NASA and somehow the entire talk ends in stuff like 'Is there life outside earth' and I completely forget that I need to go to the toilet. So I will rephrase all that I have so stupidly said – Does True Love exists? Why are people not rational when it comes to romance? Is there actually a thing called Love?
Now for a guy like me, whose exposure to successful relationship is as high as the number of intellectually stimulating movies Salman Khan has acted in, I am not too sure why I am even penning this down in the first place.But if u ask me what is Love, Love to me is just another synonym for attachment.You love your parents because you are emotionally attached to them. You have been groomed in that environment where your parents had a major part to play in the way you shape up; hence a bonding evolved over a period of time. Imagine a guy who got lost in some Kumbh ka Mela as a kid, and meets his original parents after 30 years – Do you think he would have that attachment?.Probably he would be more close to his foster parents who played the part of nurturing him.In the developed nations, the attachment therefore is considerably less: - As kids are encouraged to develop a sense of independence right from a tender age. Our society is more built on the foundations of family orientations, hence a closer attachment gets inbuilt over time in the subconscious mind. The same reason can be attributed to the love towards one’s pet – U have developed a bonding, an attachment towards him over some time. Hence, after his demise, a void fills in...Something which can’t be replicated by any other pet. The moral of the story – There is nothing called true love. Love is an acquired phenomenon, an attachment your brain has got acclimatized to over a period of time.
Now let’s come to some other fundamental questions. Why then do people get really serious with some, and are only casually involved with some, at different stages of his life? What distinguishes between the two? .In 1943, a famous psychologist named Abraham Maslow came out with a classic paper named “A theory of Human Motivation”. This paper became the basis of development psychology as we know it today. More on his theory can be read here - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maslow%27s_hierarchy_of_needs.
In his paper, Maslow segregated the most fundamental needs of human beings into four layers which are called “deficiency needs”, namely esteem, friendship and love, security, and physical needs. Human beings by nature are social animals, and feel the need of belongingness. This need for belongingness inadvertently results into two intrinsic requirements – 1) The need to be in accordance with the ethos laid out by society and family, and at same time meeting the peer pressure requirements of one’s social circle 2) The desire to be paid attention, care. Thus, in Indian society, though the desire to be attended to by a prince charming did exist even earlier, Love was considered a taboo….and the pressure of social ethos led to ladies of that era not crossing the so called forbidden line of indulging in romance. But as society evolved, the desire to be paid attention and care, and the cool quotient of being in “Love” sublimed subconsciously in the psyche of the present day urban Indian. Hence the rise in relationships.
(To be continued..)

Random Bakwaas....

As the world discusses on more trivial issues ,including topics like " was bharat bandh necessitated" , "are the blue whales gonna survive from the jaws of extinction, thanks to the wrath of Global warming", and better still, some of the guys in my hostel discusses on which of the chicks in the new batch has the best "statistics", I crunch on some Hide n Seek Biscuits in this hour - n write stuff which are probably less important than the dirt in the nail of ur index finger of your left hand.

Like a good masoom seedha saadha Indian Citizen , I should warn you beforehand – Highly senseless and Hindi ridden post ahead. You better watch TV instead.Or watch the pirated copy of the utter gibberish "I hate love stories". If you are still readin this,am sure u r the kinda person who has nothing better to do to kill time, except maybe counting the number of keys in the keyboard.N maybe you have gone tired of that too...

The views expressed are entirely and stupidly MINE , intent is not to offend anyone , but just to express my amusement.

I am kinda bewildered by the exotic breed of guys who continue to amaze me with their amazingly low sense of self respect and amazingly high need to talk to a girl.I mean , as I was discussing wid one of my classmates yesterday,they probably would give away one eye, one kidney and one hand away just to have a girlfriend.

I guess they must be going around pleading “please talk to me” before electric poles in some time . I mean, I don’t know if girls like such guys , but if I would have been a girl , I would have been like “Abbe , itna desperate kyun hai mere laal ?


Mebbe this is like an acquired obsession , thanks to our our media in general,and hindi fillum industry in particluar, which portrays of havin a girlfriend as a "kool" thing,n without which u r an outcast ...or mebbe its just a response of the sexual libido which has been cravin for a release in the way it is naturally meant to be....but wotever be it - I find the whole thing nothin short of grave dementia

Now on to some data , revealed by some extensive market research in orkut, facebook, blogs, and community forums, extensively dedicated to a part of this breed of gentlemen who are exclusively found on social networking sites

1) Salaam... u look so cute...u look sort of simplicity...wana be my friend...( No thank you , and if I look ‘sort of simplicity’ , you look ‘sort of stupidity’ )

2) friend so sweet as me
u wont have else 2 see
wanna have an awesome twosome rap
then drop a word in my little scrap.
hi, love to have me ur friend?
u'll be gettin such sweeties ,i send

( Arre Baba Sehgal jee , aap internet par ? )

3) hello mam u havent told me abt what ur doing....
i m not like all guy present here in ur scrap book.....if u r intrested in reply then only i'll write u scrap more....otherwise i wont write u ny more...
so dear just like a good frd tell me something.......

( Hai allah , kitna self esteem se bharpooor ladka hai , subhaan allah ! )

4)Hi....hand of friendship......wanna hold? :)

( Hand of friendship ? Uee ma ! What happened to your own hands ? )

5) hi
what r u dooing now a days bcoz u stopped scapping me please reply i'll wait four your reply

( It is so moving to hear that you would wait four me. I will wait five you )


And btw, this also brings me down to another important question..
One thing I don't get is that why people put up pictures of filmstars as their profile pics . I know my picture can induce bed wetting in kids upto eleven years old , but putting up a Salmaan Khan pic as my profile pic is like saying "Ok . This is me . I know the guy who starred in Hum aapke hain kaun resembles me ." And I sure won't look at some girl's profile pic and say "WoW !!! Katrina Kaif is on my friends friend's list in facebook !!".

Anyways,It was fun writing wotever I wrote.Sense mat dhoond - Milega nahi.I will take your leave and read some Jughead comic before going to sleep.And the next time u get bored of counting the keys in ur keyboard, drop in "Hi , i want to build friendship to you' liners in some profiles of Orkut having Katrina as their profile pic.Bataa phir teri nayi girlfriend bani ki nahii..