In Broken Images

He is quick, thinking in clear images;
I am slow, thinking in broken images.
He becomes dull, trusting to his clear images;
I become sharp, mistrusting my broken images.
Trusting his images, he assumes their relevance;
Mistrusting my images, I question their relevance.
Assuming their relevance, he assumes the fact;
Questioning their relevance, I question the fact.
When the fact fails him, he questions his senses;
When the fact fails me, I approve my senses.
He continues quick and dull in his clear images;
I continue slow and sharp in my broken images.
He in a new confusion of his understanding;
I in a new understanding of my confusion.


This poem was in my exam paper today.
It's just too good, amazing clarity of thoughts.

You only live twice

You only live twice or so it seems,
One life for yourself and one for your dreams
You drift through the years and life seems tame,
Till one dream appears and love is its name.

And love is a stranger who'll beckon you on,
Don't think of the danger or the stranger is gone.

This dream is for you, so pay the price.
Make one dream come true, you only live twice.

And love is a stranger who'll beckon you on,
Don't think of the danger or the stranger is gone.

This dream is for you, so pay the price.
Make one dream come true, you only live twice.


By COLDPLAY

Reliving the Past

Those nights of pineapple, strawberry, chocolate, and black-current ice-creams at seven-eleven.

Those nights of delicious beef kebabs and parathas from Kurla.

Those nights of scouring the streets for late night eateries.

Those nights of troubling me insane.

Those nights of singing, ‘Yaaro Dosti Badi hi haseen hai…..’

Those nights of endless wait for Maxi.

Those nights of flying in the sumo.

Those nights of being alive.

Dim, Viyer, Savs, Mitz, Maxi, VJ, Ogie, Rascal - love you guys. You are the best.
Google baba will take care of the rest.

It's ephemeral, they say
will not last long
How long is long?
Truth varies, so does time.
Is yesterday part of this long?
Maybe for once their sapience is wrong.

First, Last and everything in between

Is there a right age to fall in love? Is experience required to love somebody? It seems, so what is the right age – 12, no should be 13, teens is the right time.
At least one fling during the school years, in college no number restriction, one has to gain as much experience as possible. That’s the only way one can have an impressive love resume once out of college. You like somebody in the real world, just forward your resume. Efforts should be made to make a good love profile, after all the 1st impression matters. Maybe one can add points like –been a top performer in all my relationships or, was consistently awarded best GF/BF award for the last 5 years.
Looking at the resume the object of your interest is bound to ask – Your performance is good you are being appreciated too, then why looking for a change. Simple answer, looking for better opportunity. It was always my aim to love you, now that you are single and available I couldn’t let such a great opportunity pass. There you go you have won over the opportunity.

Points to be noted
1 - Your first love cannot be the last love. Unless you get more experience in between.
2 - Try to start as young as possible.
3 - When moving from one relationship to another, make a smooth transition.
4 - Sometimes bitterness is unavoidable be prepared for it.
5 - You can stop looking for new opportunities and settle down with the current one but for that ensure you are well settled in your career.
6 - The most important point never be sure, always leave room for doubt (doubt your feelings silly, not the other person)
7 – There is always someone better so keep looking.

And if you are the kind to be sure and can do without the trials & errors, then God help you, without experience don’t expect to be taken seriously. So if you have already lost precious years get into the game now, it’s better late than never.


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