Guys this is a poem penned by me so obviously not beautifully written, please read it at your own risk!

 I feel complete when you are around,

I feel complete where is there is nothing to bound

I may have done thousand sins,

but I know you will never let me through myself in any of the bins

I smile, I dance, I jump around even without you,

But have never shed a tear or laughed if it wasn't you

The day was normal when we met

Neither you, nor I felt anything

but today after years of laughter, tears, fights and promises

I feel incomplete without you!

You are my soul, my life

when I look into your eyes, my heart shines like a rock smudged knife

You may laugh at me, poke me or make fun,

but I know you cherish our bond and you will never let me run

-I wish I was complete without you!

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Many of my friends must have already read about the Tantrik and Snake in my status(es), but for those who have not here's the full story:

Today when I was lost in my plans to make a documentary on one day with a street child (I make innumerable such hypothetical plans everyday), I saw a tantrik doing some mumbo jumbo with two girls in an auto at a Delhi Red Light. Time: 9.00 AM, heavy rush hour and the guy and his pray seemed to be completely at ease.

He kept something in one of the girls' hand and read some mantras. Then he asked her some details which suddenly made her uncomfortable and she promptly asked him to leave and auto driver to move from there. In return, tantrik, afraid to loose his 'client' brought out a live 'SNAKE' and started telling her about its religious importance and when she completely freaked out, he actually started chewing the snake from its belly!!!

Now, honestly I freaked out too, even though I was at a distance I just could not make out what was it or who was it? Was he really a tantrik with black magic or super powers or just another impostor dressed up to trick people in broad daylight for their money?


Well, whomsoever it was, I really want to warn all my friends from such people. Whatever your believes might be such people are not healthy intrusion in any body's life.

I used be charmed by how traffic light inhabitants in big cities manage their lives, how they innovate or network to earn their daily food but today's innovation has amazed me. I wonder what all street dwellers across India are coming up with? In case you have seen something weird or experienced any such incidents please do leave a comment!

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The Online Dictionary defines Kleptomania as 'an obsessive impulse to steal regardless of economic need.' We all have heard about this disease, some have seen people indulging in kleptomaniac activities and some of us even practice it.

Well, to be honest I think all of us have indulged in this pleasure at least once, actually, more than once. Of course, age factor counts. I was five years old when I stole Rs 100 from my Mom's wallet for nothing. Then was 11-years-old when thoroughly enjoyed a whole day of shop lifting at a book fair in Pragati Maidan. Most of the books I picked had nothing to do with my interest or academics, yet the pleasure of stealing and not being caught was awesome! (I still have those books).

Recently, I noticed one of my colleagues picking up office stuff of negligible economic value. When I asked him about missing stuff, he simply reasoned that he took stuff home for working and was about to return them, of course he never did return .. except a water bottle.

His acts reminded me of my silly habits or say minor symptoms of the funny disease. It used to be fun - fun without any cause, without any motive, perhaps it was innocence.

So how many of you were as innocent as me in your chilhood? Share your experiences!

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Freedom from fear is the freedom
I claim for you my motherland!
Freedom from the burden of the ages, bending your head,
breaking your back, blinding your eyes to the beckoning
call of the future;
Freedom from the shackles of slumber wherewith
you fasten yourself in night's stillness,
mistrusting the star that speaks of truth's adventurous paths;
freedom from the anarchy of destiny
whole sails are weakly yielded to the blind uncertain winds,
and the helm to a hand ever rigid and cold as death.
Freedom from the insult of dwelling in a puppet's world,
where movements are started through brainless wires,
repeated through mindless habits,
where figures wait with patience and obedience for the
master of show,
to be stirred into a mimicry of life.

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I do not know how many of you will agree with me but I think we all live in a constant mode of denial. We deny that we like someone, we deny that we ever stole anything from a store, we deny that we dig our nose, we deny our jealousy and then we deny more serious matters.

We think we are are all too grown up and mature to exhibit our pain, distress, happiness, tears, joy, etc. And automatically decide to live in denial.

Many of us take years before finally giving into love, many of us never as adult accept that we are nothing without our parents, many of us never accept our failures, many of bachelors specially boys never accept that they desperatly wish to settle down and stop hunting around.

Denial is dangerous and often results in image and self respect distruction as it hinders the path heart towards what is right for us. But it is definately an inseperable part of human trait. This is what defines us and sets challenges in life to make our life worth persuing.


But like all evils this dnail alsp has a end and it comes with truth, truth that no one wants to hear but everybody stays on their toes to point it out for others.

Truth comes into our face as a friend's 'honest and healthy advice', as mean people's meanness, as parents' suggestion, as teacher's order, as boss's rebuk and sometimes even as termination letter.

But it is upto us where we wish to take a break, listen to our hearts and start accepting the truth.

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Girls like me and of my age live a life of a hypocrite. They tell their parents, relatives and friends that they never want to marry and would give away anything to spend rest of lives with parents, but secretly all they dream about is getting married to most sexy/handsome/rich/humorous/sensitive/caring/cool guy in the world.

The female quest for unknown happiness does not stop at dreaming about marriage alone, it includes a lingering wish to experience motherhood, the joy of holding her own baby, having those little fingers and toes of her own creation and showing off the world what master craftsman she is.

Sometimes, the wish to experience that magic is so strong that eventually girls go to any extent, even sacrifice their professional life, just to have the joy of motherhood. In pre-independence era, or even now in some parts of India, a girl's personal and professional live revolves around providing a mail heir to the family, nothing above it, nothing beyond it.

But, even in modern era, women sacrifice their whole personal and professional life just to be a mother.I can't imagine a rush - a high so strong in my life that would force me to leave all that I have earned or yearned for till now. But then I am not a mother yet.

One of my friend is literally on the verge of death and she denies treatment - the reason - she wants to be a mother! Her condition so severe that unless she sacrifices her chances of ever conceiving a baby she hardly has any of living. But no matter what the docs say, no matter what we argue  - her thoughts never linger towards having a treatment for all she wants to have is a baby, perhaps later in life, but, yes a baby for sure.

Perhaps, the gravity of situation skips her mind everyday because her pain, her distress is negligible when compared to joy of motherhood, a joy which she has not experienced yet but she dreams of everyday and night.

When I got to know about her medical condition I had few sleepless nights, I even argued with her, requested her, begged her to go back to her hometown and have proper treatment but - in vain. The argument continued. But one day I looked into her eyes which were in so much pain yet carried a simple wish and I knew I lost my case. Thereon I could see how wonderfully her eyes hid the pain and joy of her strongest wish - she wants to be a mother!

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It's raining men
Hallelujah it's raining men, Amen
It's raining men
Hallelujah it's raining men, Amen

naa re naa re, naa re naa re - (2)
barso re megha megha -2, barso re megha barso
mitha hai kosa hai, barish kaa bosa hai
kosa hai, kosa hai, barish kaa bosa hai
jal jal jal jal jal jal jal thal jal thal
chal chal chal chal....... chal chal behta chal
gilee gilee gilee ha, ha ha ha ha.......

Ghanan ghanan ghir ghir aaye badra
Ghane ghan ghor kaare chhaye badra
Dhamak dhamak goonje badra ke danke
Chamak chamak dekho bijuriya chamke
Mann Dhadkayein Badrawaaaa... O the weather has turned beautiful in Delhi. After months of heat and humidity, Delhi finally received a sprinkle of rain and with it the priceless smell of earth.
The inside of a otherise hot and sleepy office has truned into a cool and lively place. People are happy, singing songs, some in their breathe and some humming, discussing clothes and hoping to get away ASAp to enjoy the weather with their family and friends. 
I wish you all Happy rain and pakorads! Enjoy Delhi
Rain Screensaver for your Desktop

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Recently one of my colleagues changed her job to become an Adoption Counsellor at a Delhi orphanage. The news was rather a bizarre for me for I had started growing fond of her and was looking forward to change my department and work under her able guidance. I requested her not to leave. But gradually with time I realised that she has chosen a rather noble field wherein she would help children crave their future.

But the full intensity of her job did not dawn on me until I spoke with her recently. Her explanation about her work culture and colleagues touched my heart. I realised that from on onwards she was not going to sit in AC cabin with a lot of paper work and gossipy colleagues rather she would be kept company in a huge group of children right from newborns to seven years of age, the youngest being just three day old.

She told me that every children in these orphanages have their own story. The stories of these unfortunate kids were touching.

A girl child was left behind because her father wanted to get married again after his wife's death. Can anyone go and ask that man would he have left his child in the same circumstances if it wold have been a male child? or would his wife have left their child in case he had died?

The answers are simple no. But her's in not the only case in the orphanage. There are kids left by unmarried mothers, by parents who just thought having a kid will not go with their professional lives, by parents who want to remarry.

But then as a coin as two sides there's a happier side to this sad saga also. Irresponsibility, professional success and social shame gives way to hope and happiness for loving couples who cannot have a child or simply want to adopt one to expand their families.

Many kids from these orphanages get great foster parents and live much healthier and happier lives from they would have otherwise lived. And in return they give unconditional love to their parents as they have nothing to loose.

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Today I read a friend's buzz status which said- it's the part of her life she calls wonderful! The statement triggered a stream of thoughts in my mind that if there's anything like wonderful life? The thoughts were partially result of my own misery and partially because I have never seen my friend so happy.

Well, it's good that she finally found her wonderland in a foreign state but here in India I find it amazing that how we term our whole lives wonderful on realisation of a momentary pleasure and horrible on facing a stupid trouble.

Human nature is so spontaneous that it practically leaves no space for planning. We are happy this moment and sad the another. We call ourselves luckiest man alive and a beggar on the same day. We live - we die - we don't have control over our lives, yet we plan.

Bosses praise us, suck us and even want to kill us and we return the favour with due fervour, yet we get up everyday to get to the same place and start the vicious cycle all over again. But, you know, the cycle is vicious but not never ending or inevitable. We can take control of our lives.

And, I think, the only way to get behind driver's wheel is to let go. Release that accelerator and hold on to break for some time or just let go the break and let your life speed on .. speed on until you feel the rush carving for which made you learn the damn driving.

Speed on or stay but do what you feel like, listen to your heart. Enjoy every moment of your momentary wildness because it will also pass and at the end of it you will feel you have really screwed it up!

But trust me there will be nothing more satisfactory than blowing off your monotonous life circle and starting all over again because we, as humans, are all nomads!

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DELHI, DILLI, Shahjanhanbad, Indraprastha - one city and several names. The city has an x-factor that makes it special and sets it apart from rest of the world and other Indian cities. Perhaps, it is the wide cultural mix that you find here or the kind of history it has.

Delhi is probably the only city in the world that has been destructed and reconstructed so many times. The huge city has seen several rulers coming, conquering and fading away, from Slaves to Lodhis from Mughals to Britishers. The city grew with its rulers.

Its explicit history makes the city worth a visit. The city, now the national capital of world's largest democracy - India, has a lot to offer its visitors. Situated in the north of the nation, it boasts of walled city - Purani Dilli, historic monuments, national museums, lush green gardens, wide streets with trees, havelis, farm houses and the list goes on.

The city does not disappoint anyone. Artists find their paradise in Mandi House, which is an area near Delhi's shopping hub Connaught Place and includes several theatres, photo galleries and auditoriums.

Delhi has a different way to do its business as well. Most of the Delhi's high profile business and cultural events find its venue at beautiful green and eco-friendly campuses of India Habitat Centre and India International Centre.

The walled city, a wonder in herself, has everything to fall for. It's famous for almost everything it has, the centuries old structures, food joints, markets and most of all 'the people'. Old Delhi still has the Mughal charm intact to it.

The nation's second largest metro (first is Mumbai) also boasts of world renowned religious places. Birla Temple, which was built in 17th century, was later renovated by Birla family and inaugurated by none other than Mahatma Gandhi.

Delhi's walled city also has the Asia's largest mosque, Jama Masjid. And not to forget the newly added asset to city's beauty - Akshardham Temple, which is the largest Hindu temple in the world.

With it's old charm, Delhi does not cease to become the hot destination for fashion freaks. With growing number of fashion shows being held in the city, Delhi has become the upcoming fashion capital of the country. Indian film industry has also shifted its focus from old and well exploited Mumbai locations to untouched Delhi resources.

In the recent past, several films have been shot with the city as the backdrop. Bollywood blockbuster Rang De Basanti, Fanna, Pyar ke Side Effects, Hum Tum were shot in Delhi.
Delhi has a huge list of malls that offer almost each and every brand from the world of fashion, technology, food, accessories, furniture, jewellery, etc.

The city has so much to offer that one gets confused what to do and what not in a limited period of time. If ever you a pay a visit to India's cultural model, please make a list of your type of places (I am sure list will be long enough), visit these and feel the experience yourself. And if you still think your visit wasn't worth it, here's your chance to be a part of eternal history; listen to the Sufi qawalis at 'Nizaumidin Ki Dargah'.

I am sure the Sufi music will take you away to a much more divine and beautiful world of love and peace.
Original article published at: (link will be provided soon :))

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