The Phases Of Life

THE PHASES OF LIFE

The traffic Jams, the noise pollution,
The road rage, the smokey skies,
The congested city, the red lights
Just everything about Delhi that’s mine


The green fields, the tall trees,
The open skies, the fresh side,
The breathtaking view, the awesome midnight dew,
Just everything that’s not mine……..


The canteen lunches, the magi brunches,
The boring classes, the incessant bunking,
The sleep time insomnia, the exam time amnesia,
The wild romances, the college masses
Just everything bout college life …that was once mine


The mother in law, the bedroom war,
An older husband and two young children
Giving him his towel and teaching them their first vowel,
Just everything bout married life that’s not yet mine


The Parkinson’s disease, the old age ease
The walking stick, the clock that ticks,
The wrinkled skin, the roof of tin
Just everything about old age that’s ultimately going to be mine


TANVIR KOHLI

Lucky Bastard

Lucky Bastard hapened when my curiosity got the better of me....I was sitting in class...as usual clueless and lost , catapulted into a pondering state...and the result..well here it is for u to read....

LUCKY BASTARD

Man is a social animal…agreed…but what happens when all your co-animals are already taken care of…you could keep counting on your fingertips but you still won’t know whom to call….you keep hoping that future has something in store for u..And indeed I have no reason to complain….
I am just a 20 something girl who walks into college carrying just the latest issue of vogue which has Madonna planted on its cover…to a class full of strangers..
I miss the motivation, the burning passion, the drive to prove myself..
I lost it somewhere along the journey….
There’s no incentive anymore as I am torn between what destiny has in store for me and what I cud possibly do to change it…the question is that I need to know the future if I have to be proactive to do something about it...to change the course of events I need to know the initial course of events…aright I accept I am confused…and so are u…
So anyway who on the face of this earth can really tell me if there’s something you can do to change your destiny…or are u just a puppet guided by the unknown light given a thousand names by us…god almighty whatever…is there any experiment to prove that you can change your destiny…
Can a whore really stop being a whore…?
Can a homosexual suddenly develop feelings for the opposite sex?
Your guess is as good as mine???
No one knows and no one cares…
As I continue to attend the class without really caring bout what’s being taught I realize that love , happiness n destiny cannot be sought…though they come to every person who ever sat beside me….i am left pondering when will I get to be that lucky bastard…..

the dog that’s had HIS DAY

Confessions Of An Empty Brain!!!

This could possibly be the most productive use i have ever made of the random thoughts pouring in randomly when i dont really have a lot on my head..

Confessions Of An Empty Brain!!!

Why is it that what you get does not usually coincide with what you want and why is it that what you want…You can never have
Whoever coined the word COMPROMISE must have been such a looser…my heart goes out to him…
Its strange how such strong feelings can be put in such subtle words…
For example “sacrifice” totally lost its importance by way of over use in everyday life.
Why is easy easy and difficult difficult .what fun if we could devote time and understand each word spoken by us how ever silly it may sound? And what’s funny is how every word you once thought you knew changes its meaning every few years.
As a child hurt would merely mean a cut or a scratch but as you grow up you realize how bleeding knees are much better than bleeding hearts.
Love is one such word. Constantly changing .I have loved dogs, loved coloring, loved music, loved friends and family but still I feel I haven’t loved like you’re meant to love.
As I said earlier a lonely heart bleeds and an empty brain questions.

Placement,Placement everywhere but not a JOB to Take....

This is an insight into my mixed feelings which happen to surface whenever i think about my exams and placements which are like round the corner....anyone whose ever been to a b-grade b-school will agree with me when i say "placement ,placement everywhere but not a job to take"

WHEN TIME STOPPED…

Time….it never remains the same...it changes...Bringing with it newer experiences and interactions.The way you react to these experiences also keeps changing from time to time. There are sometimes you can be highly tolerant and at others you can’t stand it...You can’t stand the excruciating grueling torture that u can escape only after going through it.
When my 22 years come down to the next 20 days I am filled with mixed feelings. I am scared yet confident…I am competitive yet complacent…this I think comes from the fact that I am still dangling between the concept of destiny…..some say u can change it…some say u cant…well I am just a 20 something fence sitter…ask me this question like 10 years down the line and I might be in a better position to answer it…
Suddenly there is a spurt of decision and the worst part (which comes from having attained majority or adulthood) is that I don’t want to take the responsibility of those decisions. Can’t somebody just make them for me?
I am nervous and dejected at times and motivated and confident at others. I am getting to see myself like never before .I have become immune to stress...nothing affects me anymore…it’s like watching myself from a distance…watching myself everyday sitting in class…in canteen…never in the library though…and wasting time at home…
I want to work for it and yet not work…I know I should be preparing but I don’t…I know I should be reading the newspaper but I don’t…I just don’t…who am I fighting…why are there two me’s…one is super efficient and proactive and the other is lazy and complacent. How hard is it to work for yourself. Work hard to ensure that you do yourself some good.
These mixed feelings are noticeable now. They are there and they leave me hollow each time my heart beats.
Life has become a mere obligation. Sometimes I wish I had the same magical potion that made Rip Van Winkle sleep for 20 years.
As I struggle to read the newspaper everyday understanding what the subprime crisis was and how spectacularly China performed and hosted the Olympics I am overwhelmed.
I realize how I am just a miniscule part of this big bad world. I realize I am not the only one suffering and there are others who are screwed in more gargantuan proportions than me. And it’s sadistically comforting to know I am not alone.
As I mug up terms and definitions of different subjects I stop and think for some time and realize that I am surprisingly motivated by the time I end this article as opposed to how dejected I was when I started writing it. And it leaves me with a drive to live through another day .
I don’t want to know what happens the day I start with motivation and end in dejection cause then there won’t be another day .I would be done for good.



well i did end this on a very depressing note....it just sounds all dejected and mature but for the record m not all or any of that....so long.....Pray for me people.....

The Big Picture

Well this happens to my very first blog entry....so care to bear.....???

The Big Picture

There are miles and miles in my way
I’ll walk and walk if there’s no other way

Loneliness is but a companion
Choice for me is not an option

Things just keep happening
As I learn to say yes to things that don’t go my way

Looking for a hidden message in things everyday
It’s still elusive, far far away

Chance and change are not just words
They are the constants that rule the worlds

I am not a stone hearted statue
And patience has never been my virtue

I’m sick of duty
I’m sick of rules
They’ll know that I am not just a mule

Choosing……………loosing
Fretting……………..regretting
I’m sick of complaining
Waiting and waiting

If only I could see the big picture that god has drawn for me
But in the process I know I’d lose myself and me

The thrill and mystery of the unknown
Makes the wait worth so much more

I wish this wait is over soon
And I don’t keep waiting like a goon

I hope I’m happier than ever before
So that I don’t write dark poetry anymore

Thats it...i rest my case...rest in next...