Peek-a-boo(k)

Although, I don’t make chats public, but these days being public is the trend.

Here is a small chat that happened between Me and my friend (Him: H) today.

H: One thing which I never understood over the years is .... why do ppl friend him on facebook.... wot good does it do to them

Me: No clue! Fun in peeking in others lives, may be!!

U know, human tendency.. When u walk around in ur hostel, n see room to someone's door is open,      u tend to peek in... no intention at all, just to see what’s going on.. and the new name of curiosity is Fb…

H: He is bigger offender than K series producer then :D

      But really earlier very few used to sneak a quick look into other’s rooms..

Me: Well... Then it was not considered 'cool'

        Now, not existing on Fb is called 'uncool'

        So sneaking  is what ppl r asking for!

And just now… U read someone else’s chat ;) 

Just wondering, what good it does to make your life public Or do u prefer to remain Private Or have the best of both worlds?

Y Chromosome- Poem

I happened to read this poem somewhere and liked it.
Disclaimer: This isn't my poem. But a good poem ;) :)
Worth a read..

People talk about love, then they talk about being cursed

They talk about the good, later the bad that they nursed

About that someone who touched them in some way

About that someone who then suddenly went astray

I see people talking about trusting again

About not moving in the wrong lane

About not wanting disrespect nomore

About not being called an X,Y,Z, or a wh**e

I then see people describing the prominence

The submissiveness, the softness, the dominance

Of their beloved, who isn’t there anymore

Is this a game? Who in the world can then predict the score?

“One life isn’t enough” they claim

And all of them feel the same

Who is to blame? Who is wrong?

Who is manipulative? Who actually needs to be strong?

People are poetic, they are articulate

They talk about how it ended for them, what was in their fate

They call their beloved heartless

They blame others for their own mess

People find themselves wishing for more than one life

For having that tad bit extra guts to walk the edge of the knife

For having have it all in one bag

For having it ALL and yet not bothering about the tag

People want to start trusting again

They want to get over the pain

They want to feel what is true

They really want to come out of the blue

I sit back, watch those people talk

Watch those people fall, watch those people walk

Watch how everyone has a different problem to face

Watch how someone can just breach your space

I can’t help but wonder how

So much is said and now

Now that all is said and done

We are still at square one!

Mumbai and Me

Mumbai, a city which never sleeps, a city of dreams for some and of necessity for others. For me, there has always been a weird connection with it. Why weird? Here it goes…

I have always been visiting Mumbai, from the time it was Bombay; to meet my relatives, to go to Essel World and later.… out of shopping sprees..! And to put some gravity to my reasons, it was Tech Fest at IIT or some or the workshops..! Ahem…! (patting my back :-P )


This city has had and still does have, some spell on me. Whenever I’m trying to run away from it, it calls me back, whenever I curse it..Oh lord…Imprisonment..!! When I had some free time in hand, before joining my job and after my course was over, I came to Mumbai for a while and ran away ‘coz of the huge dirty traffic..!! But, here comes the U-turn, was back again at IDC (IIT Powai) for quite sometime..!! Traveling everyday for 3hrs a day… and brain storming during the rest.

Phew….that was some experience and I went back as soon as I got my joining date (definitely not Mumbai) :- )

Again came to the city to chill out for a couple of days and Bang! 2nd job..!! Definitely a good one, but at the wrong time..!! Monsoons..!! Mumbai rains welcomed me reeaaallllyyy well..!! Oh yeah.. Ask me about my love towards Umbrellas…couldn’t live without it. And I’m still here, with rickshaw strikes, infinite traffic….it seems like you are time traveling when going from one place to the other.

But, looking at the brighter side, now when I’m exploring the city, making new friends, having a blast with ‘em over the Weekends, I’m sorta liking it :- )
Just can’t say anything bad bout it..!! Nah..Neva……..!! :- )
And now, God knows what comes next….in the chapters of Mumbai and Me.

Strangled..

I was strolling with my buddy, over the bushes, when the weather was warm and nice. Pleasant sunny days are always welcomed! We were looking for some fresh beautiful flowers, there were many, colorful shades. But today I wanted to be a little different, try something new. So I thought, why not break the Rules! I was told not to go very close to the ponds, but I saw a light, like an ultraviolet light reflected by flowers and I really wanted to go there, but Debbee frowned at me and warned with a scowl:”Don’t!”

I sniffed and moved to the other direction and as soon as Debbee was busy in her own expeditions, I couldn’t resist going back near the pond and I flew swiftly and quickly towards it. Before anyone noticing me, I bashed into it with a thump and there I was..!Over and above it. I looked in every possible direction, and yeah no one saw me, but I felt sad, sad because I was over sticky white threads, which were all so symmetrical. I dint know what to do, I lay motionless over there, on the white shiny spider web.

My brain wasn’t working, may be I never had a brain, may be I should have listened to what I was told, may be I shouldn’t have deceived Debbee, may be then I might have stayed alive a little more longer.


“Webbeeeeeee” , I heard someone yell my name, I knew I was in a sticky mess and I dint wish Deb to be here as well. I wished I could be like a tiny chamaeleon and change my color to the surroundings. Beneath me was the pond, above were lush green trees and surrounding were small herbs and bushes. Deb was getting closer; I just closed my eyes, took my breath in and stayed motionless. After sometime, the familiar voice vanished and here I was, alone, strangled, nearing my death.