The quest of the Itinerant

घने पराए जब ये बादल बूंद बूंद बरसाए है खुश्बू देस कि मिट्टी की जाने कैसे आये है.. नन्ही नन्ही गलियारो मैं अनजानो से चेहरो पर जाने कैसे अपनो की सी गीली हसी छा जाये है.. तनहा शाम का सूनापन चहचहाट घर की सुनाये है और बिस्तर पर का रूखा कंबल लोरी गाके सुलाए है.. ए मेरे सपनो देखो चाहत क्या गुल खिलाये है के पैर चले है, निश्चित पथ पर दिल घर की सैर कर आये है.. दिल घर की सैर कर आये है.. -आशुतोष करंदीकर

Hey you - haven't you ever wondered how your motherland was plundered and looted, and raped and lynched! The looters still roaming free and you still don't seem convinced! Hey you - you deserve what you get if you just - this - forget that you bring them to power and you give them the reigns had enough of this mockery just let go of these chains of caste and creed and religion that bind you and make you lame When these looters are on the prowl they don't hunt you based on your name its been more than 6 decades haven't you understood their game? Hey you - you're the largest minority So get over that silly Self Pity and just cast your vote. Debates on TV, social media, there's just plenty of it to emote but we had plenty of loose talk and now its the time to act it's bloody now or never and that's a simple fact..

What an eve it was! An eve, where a group of 32+ individuals danced as if they were teenagers– with as much zest and probably much more carefree abandon. An eve, when these adult teenagers dropped on their knees, slept on the ground with the legs stretched towards the ceiling and the hands waving to the beat of the music. An Eve, when these Ex-Senior executives played Musical chair with so much enthusiasm that one of us – an over competitive enthusiast - actually tried to pick a child from his occupied chair and take his place. It surely had been a hectic week, and more so a hectic schedule right since we all joined the EPGP program. We off-course had our own share of fun – Sports-Meet, Movies at Meenaxi Mall, Tripsy trips at Guru Palace, and few other outings here and there. Few of us had these moments of refreshing enjoyment a bit more frequently than others – but then, am sure, most of us had our lives tied up to the ever ticking watch and the ever packed up timetable; moving betwee...

I saw a man in the mirror, bright eyes, smiling face, smart attire.. his hands, holding his heart- charred, as if just brought out of fire.. When questioned, He answered in a deep dry detached Voice.. "I am the one who clings, who binds, when you bond with the people of your choice.." "I smile, I commit, I give myself up, for the bond that you form.. I cry, I expect, I Loose my existence, because of the bond that you form.." "I love passionately and trust blindly, for the bond to be more tight, more strong.. I fulfill all that's desired, expect, and fight as if nothings going to go wrong.." "When the relationship is in flames- (expectations, disputes, fuel the fire, am sure).. -I throw my heart into it, knowing- In the end, the bond shall grow to be more pure.." Hearing this, I could not resist and Queried- "Why is it then, that all am left with is you? No bond pure, no fire quelled, Just lonely, full of tears, me, and smiling you?"...

sometimes in d journey of our life I may hurt you 'coz maybe i need to... 'coz I feel I've the right to.. but my dear it would hurt me too.... sometimes wen u r in trouble I may not care fr u 'coz maybe i have faith in u that alone you'll fight it through... I know you'll feel hurt but my dear... it would hurt me too.... sometimes in d journey of our life I may commit mistakes 'coz am not perfect after-all... i need to learn a lot too.. m sure you'll feel hurt but my dear... it would hurt me too.... sometimes in d journey of our life I may be left alone.. confused with none to guide me through but u would b there fr me 'coz u love me.. am sure u do.. and my dear... I love you too...

rejoice-  as no one's wrong,  and every one is right..  'coz of words..  words-  that twist the logic, mold the truth  and create a mirage-  more beautiful and more realistic  than what reality can ever be....   rejoice-  as no one can be dead,  'coz no one's alive..  all hibernating,  and living a state,  of deep slumber- in a world-  a creation of words..  where words emote,  words feel,  words love,  words hate,  words bite,  and- words care..  where a heart waits, with arms wide open..  to hold his beloved in a passionate embrace..  after living through a lonesome distance..  only to see words,  crawling with an intent  to hug and leave...   rejoice-  as the words;  market your knowledge,  and show off your emotions..  as the emotions, unspoken-  loose their existence as the feelings,  only felt- die an u...