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Curtains

So much has happened in this year alone.
Its given me so much of food for thought and a drastic change in desires & responsibilities.

I thirst for different things.
Time has become priority.
Profession needs to take a back seat for a while I guess.
Health is under a special focus - for those I love & dear to me.
Some new friends and stronger bonds forged.
A new city - not like the old love it was.
Strands of grey - I love them.
Fewer blog posts, more drafts.
More pictures and lesser  comments.
More awareness than top of mind recall.
Have grown a thicker skin and a lighter vein (non sarcastic).
I traveled little & day dreamed a lot more.

Hope 2015 has more positives
Until then. Adios


तुम से मिले

तुम से मिले है साल कुछ गुज़रे,
कुछ तीन - चार से षण भर,
बंजर ज़मीन को छू लिया हो,
बारिश ने जैसे षण भर.

बेगाना

वह कहते हैं की मैं कुछ केहता नहीं,
जब सोचने से फुर्सत नहीं,
और मेरा लिखा कोई पढता नही.


Turning Two

I finished two years recently at a my job. Its a Company I joined two years ago (obviously) out of sheer frustration and a glass ceiling at the previous one. Needless to say fate and good fortune came around I landed a job at WPP's biggest media arm - GroupM. Its been a fun ride. It has had its share of ups and downs. Its positives and its negatives. I have managed to carve a niche for what I like to do. Managed to traverse two cities, seen and worked with prestigious brands and will complete 5 years of my work in advertising here hopefully. 
There are people I am immensely thankful and indebted to for all the help and support at the present stint.

People matter

There are so many ways of dealing nicely with people. Not with nice people - dealing nicely - with everyone. The page Humans of New York sure needs no introduction about it but the ways and methods those stories come up sure does. I am sure you will love what he says and use his approach in day to day life. We say so much about ourselves without saying so. Just how we move, walk, approach and go about our daily ways. Humility is character not behavior. So true.


Discover more on that in this video here http://youtu.be/KPxzlGPrM3A

Step by step

Sometimes you are in a place when you feel like you are at the deepest part of the abyss at the bottom of the ocean floor. But then the light shining above through the water brightens and diminishes with each passing wave. Its lilting and lifting, like bouts of encouragements trying to sway you to the surface. The depth is not what is the challenge, making that first lunge towards the surface is what is. But it will happen. Step by step.

Take Two

Its been a while.

Also two years that I left Mumbai memories behind to discover the other side of New Delhi.
To say I did not miss Mumbai will be as much as a lie as to say I do not love New Delhi more now.
I have the same list of things I would want to do here that I did almost two years earlier. I thought Mumbai was the obvious next step. Life had other plans.



Bombay from the office.
Lets see what Bombay throws at me this time.

तस्वीर

सुई कि कड-कड आहट ने सपने बुने,उधेड़ बुन में कुछ बिखरे तोह तो कुछ आबाद हुए, सुबह कि गर्मी में कुछ सिलवटें सुलझी, तब जाके तस्वीर साफ़ हुई.

Midnight Wonders

So a friends tweet got me thinking about my favorite tracks that I like to listen to long past midnight. 
While there are several that just one thinking and pondering and philosophical, I can help to list down these as some that easily make the cut. Also adding to their effect is cricket drunk night duty stress.

Shafqat Amanat Ali (Fuzon) - Khamaj (Mora Saiyaan)

Aahista Aahista - Swades

Tango with Lions - In a Bar


Daughter - Candles

Pankhon Ko - Rocket Singh - Salesman Of The Year


Phir Le Aaya Dil - Barfi

Ideas

Working in the business of ideas, one often wonders what it will take for the ideas to materialise.
But, when you believe in something that you whole hardheartedly there are three things you nee to do daily for that idea.

Protect it.
Nurture it.
Guard it.

The very essence of belief in the idea is what matters. If that triumphs, the idea does too.

Uncover

Does the universe really have a soul?
When an unwed mother of a four year old,
Sleeps un-sheltered in the February cold,
While men stare, some young some old,
And winter chills her frail young bones.
Stares feel like jagged stones.
Does the universe really have a soul?

Counter Counter Counter

I wish people have a view these days. All they have are counter views.
Counter views they found on the foundations of designations that rebuke facts and that appeal to a strategy they defined ignorant of variables or laws/practices that govern certain.

How can you live?

एक अजनबी दरार सी

किस्मतों कि बारिशें,
धुली धुली सी आहटें,
गरजती हैं जब धड़कने,
दरवाज़ों कि तकरार सी,

छीटें गिरी दीवार पे,
ख्वाब जो बादल हुए, 
उमढ के सांस निकल पड़ी,    
दीवार में दिख पड़ी, एक अजनबी दरार सी 

( प्रयास कि आंधी में, हौसले कि बारिश ज़रूर आती है ) 




Warmth

As a child and even in days older, my mornings would be shrouded in the slight mumble of my grandmother reading verses from her prayer book and the fragrance of incense that covered the room like a shroud. I don't remember clearly if I looked at her through the covers of my bed or was the room really distilled by the fragrant light or was it the quick strokes of sunlight that the drapes allowed to sneak in; like juveniles bribing the doorkeeper at a film screening that made the room appear that way.
Then, of course, the sight of burning incense sticks and her voice colliding with each other to become one. The melody of her voice and the wafting of fine grey smoke, she paused to catch her breath. The fragrance emerging just like her voice would. Step for step. Like a dancer. Sometimes out of sync, like curtains against the wind.  

(Caught this in the holidays this December while she talked to my sister, similar settings)
Slumber would come easy. My eyes would fight it, selfish to f…

काला

मासूम  सा  मन यह तेरा ,
काला कभी लचीला,
दिल के रंग यह बदले,
कभी चीरे इरादे,
तोह कभी चीरे यह सीना।

Drift

Sometimes the incessant strumming of a chord on a guitar has a music of its own.
Like being stuck in a constant argument and relishing it.
Like driving a car in a gear that ain't at either end of the limit.
You are on cruise control and not in a rush.
At peace. In calm.
Sometimes like being surrounded by a school of fish. Swirling the water around you.
Or like at the edge of a river that is in a hurry.
Sometimes like starring at the fast changing flight schedule board at an airport, while you ain't even taking the plane.
Or the wipers of a car wiping away turbulent rain on the windshield of a car stationery.

In a un-hurry to get somewhere you often pick up thoughts stranded on the middle of your minds highway.