You mean a lot to me and forever will .....

This is to Tejas and Digvijay, two of my friends who in Indore, came into my life out of blue moon, for no reason at all and have blessed me when I wrote this poem Me, Tejas and Diggi were all going through some shitty problems and crisis in life and you know what?? I didn't come to know about that till I come back to world as I was in my aestivation aka seclusion at that point of time but I guess its some supreme powers will that I had some premonition that all of us are struggling and missing each other so I wrote this poem.

This poem is mainly inspired by Tejas and partially inspired by Diggi. Sorry Diggi what I have in mind for you I have not written maybe some day I will make my Lazy butt sit and write it out for its been there too long.

To people I have always been afraid that some jackass will steal my work and pass it off as his hers so please don't do that as this is sacred shit word are but this one is special as this is for people I love so this is like "Holier than Thou!!" stuff.

Here it goes:

Dearest brother for past few days,

We haven't been Talking.

The reasons to me are unknown,

But its not me who should be complaining.

As you very well know,

Life is too unforgiving.

And I am just a soul,

Still caught up in juggling.

In this business of life,

I have been too lost studying.

Or shall I say,

Doing a last Ditch effort to Improve my Standing.

Somehow I am,

Not only tired of this meandering.

Or too angry,

At the the People I see in surrounding.

Baffled as to how,

I see so many clowns with so strong Ignoring.

Or how did they encroach me,

When I have been continuously sieving.

The feeling of being Lost,

Is not new for us two beings.

But its is the realisation of things failing,

For which I have been standing.

To come so far, fight so hard,

Realising that my heaven is nothing.

The dimwits who knew and still know nothing,

Tell me what is my liking.

They don't stop there,

They dare to do manic preaching.

I am still immune to their blabbering,

And their lectures best termed as snarling.

And I am pretty sure,

This strength of mine will never be corroding

But its my passion, my music,

Which I feel has been betraying.

Betraying may be a strong word,

As it still leaves me exhilarating.

But I must confess,

The questions and the lack of answers is bewildering.

For a man who has only believed,

In A being and A and nothing.

This moment of wilderness,

Has left me confusing.

The bliss of life for me was,

Standing on wet grass and its feeling.

The flight of birds,

And their majestic chirping.

Though my passion and love,

Music is still comforting.

But at times I do feel,

That now its repetitive which is maddening.

May be I am expecting too much....

But I have forever been demanding.

Absence of people termed as sane and sensible,

Has made my condition fusion reacting....exponentially aggravating.

And with you afar,

In your soul searching

I feel I going down in ocean,

I feel I is Drowning.

I struggle, I struggle more,

But more I struggle more I feel Suffocating.

Is it my life that I am living?

Or in wet sand I am sinking?

I have this strange feeling,

I am being carried away and my vision is darkening.

I yearn for those moments revolving around Maggi and Coffee,

When always at the end of this whining you made me realise things are not as bad as they seem to be.

----Pratik 01.08.2010

Creativity amongst Collective Souls

To begin with I am a stubborn ass Randian and too damn proud to be one!! For I know some of her principles are hugely out of this world and very much senile but some of it are very true and as true as the word TRUE ever can be!!

Now the reason that I am writing this bit is for a sad fact that there happened to be a wail realisation in my college that there has to be few collective groups to bring out the creativity in college students. Now I did welcome it though I must confess I feel a bit apprehensive and cheated when people come out to try to bring out something creative among a group of people. What I feel is creativity lies in seclusion and then total criticism some positive, some negative whatever it is but surely no blind praising to the limit of putting your lips to some one else's rear. It has nothing to do with few fellows coming together and giving each other shoulder to cry like sissy add to that a media student whining about not being able to share his thoughts is so lame I mean LAMEST LAME. You have been given a perfect stage to express and then you cry about lacking a stage to express =/ God Save the Queen!!! What they should rather be writing is how to get through their the thoughts exactly the way they want it to be.... Anyway needless to say that I didn't like it even a bit and the Collective Souls of Creativity must do some really good creative effort in proof reading being a media student that is the least expected of you to submit a nicely edited n poor read document failing which is a sound of dooms bell to me.....

It happens only in India.....

For those who don't know DAVV there are three fruit juices thelas just outside DAVV campus to the right side of the gate while coming out from the campus.. today to feed our hungry tummy and have a momentary escape from the scorching heat VD and I were having juice.
Being a jovial chap VD is plus a regular among those three fruit juice shops VD knows that they all are from the districts around Lucknow in UP. So here VD was telling me how they were from in and around his native land and I am also interested in UP folks as back home in Bhilai almost every chat wala is from UP.
While having this conversation my curiosity piqued and I asked VD "Do you know where they live???" A real ogreish voice said Navlakha some thing Makan no. 5 both of us turned back and saw a man. he told us that he has the remote control of all these juice vendors right form Regal to Asaram Square also he told us that he was a Mahrastrian. A Mahrastrian abusing folks from UP and Bihar is nothing new to our nation.
Also the way he told us things it became evident to me and VD that above mentioned person was using all these people as cheap labour and we were discussing the hapless state the poor juice vendors must be in under this hoodlum. While serving our juice that person told us that he had to take control of the situation as the poor juice vendors were daily extorted and beaten by local gundas for money at time their juicers were snatched off them. Then he told us how one of those three juice vendors came in contact with him and seek asylum under him. Not only that he was honest enough to accept that he helps them for his profits and broke a hoodlums head when he tried to rough a juice vendor up.

While we were imagining Thackreys in the Marathi Manoos , this Marathi Manoos was really a Manoos to the core I give a shit as he beats other folks up and is giving rise to anarchy I mean hello everyone is an extortionist here the Mafia nexus being the official, cops the govermental representative, press human right every one does the same but what made me Glad was a Mahrashtrian saving a Bhaiyaji and taking him under his wings and giving him shelter.What i saw was brotherhood among Indians and with things like this my heart tilts a bit towards the old USP of INDIA "UNITY IN DIVERSITY," and gives me a faint hope that all is not that bad as I thought and for the moment I am very happy to cling on to it