The Corporate Love Affair

In my career spanning some years, breezy hours and awesome seconds,I have never witnessed the tragedy of back stab. It may lead to some brows in a corporate world where often the deals happened in the wee hours of early mornings, parties thrown in the name of projects, sexual ladder are taken to reach certain peaks and so on is done for a price. I have tried to keep myself aloof from a lot of socializing in office.

Even at times, I have distanced myself from having relationships with a colleague, who is one of the hottest looking glamorous woman in town. It is due to this I sometime curse myself for not going with this path.

Then she came. She was Farha- the most beautiful women that I have had seen. Infact there was not a piece of iota of doubt that Farha would be the next spring of sunshine in our boredom official life.

In the due course of time, Farha stepping into my cubicle and discussing things with me made me too a special person. Being a teetotaler sometime can be unusually blessing at times. I was invited to parties that no one would have ever fancied of. And, that is only because of Farha. I chose not to be offended by the ignominious expression of disbelief and shock.

When you are in the presence of someone who make you believe that you are an incomplete person without her touch and presence, you think it is nice to be incomplete. I see myself as a failure rather than an achiever. I am contended or how should I put satisfied with it. Because, I learnt it in 2009 certain things are out of my league.

Over the next few moments, in the uncountable mugs of coffees and teas, I discovered that falling in love with an attractive young woman is not an offense. It is rather a time of elation. But, then when you realise that the very moment used you to as a medium for getting higher in the ranks you are revengeful. I was for a moment speechless when Farha said that certain things could not be worked out, and we were not to be couples. But, then over the next few days, over drinks and pornography movies, I realised that there is a life except love.

I may have been used in this corporate ladder, but such things are redeemable in this world only. Whatever you do, good or bad, you have to pay it back to the society in this life only. I heard that she is seeing Arun now. For a moment, I opened my drawer, there lies the beautiful snap of Farah. She still invades me at will.

Words

I have some deep feelings inside
Wish I had words besides
Wish I had words besides

Words to make you feel happy and smile
Words to make the long lips wave miles
Words to sail you in the bottom of my heart

Alas! thine is far
And i got to whisper "will you feel my touch?

I have some deep feelings inside
Wish I had some words besides
Wish I had words besides

India: A Nation of Division

As of today I reside in a country that had once 25 States and 7 Union Territories. I have lost count of it now. I do not even remember the last time I heard a school kid being asked how many states are there in India in the infinite quiz shows that are held in hundreds of private television channels across India. College guys and working professionals do not have much idea of the same, anyway.

Understandably, the quizmaster considers that question to change any day. I say this in a public forum and am totally clueless of how many States does this country has today? But, does this answer really matter since tomorrow every locality will have their own identity. I do not know where all this will lead but one thing for sure I am against it.
Story goes that Gandhiji had told Sardar that if partion happened it will result in more division of countries. His prophecy did not have to wait years; it happened soon and enough. Our politicans made it sure that they will do anything in the book to crush and roll these countries to pieces. After ravaging this nation and crushing it inch by inch, with skyrocketed prices and corruption at every nook, it decided to divide and rule.

I will not want to get into the root cause of why is this division of places? My question is can we not co-exist? Is Telengana separation essential? What happens to Gorkhaland tomorrow? Will Assam became a separate country? My question is if all of the states start thinking of the logic that these are neglected and they need to come out and have their own independent state.

But do these states think that having an independent State will make them free from anything that is remotely past? Do they think the center will be start taking more interest in their welfare and zillions of bucks will be spent to set up and start off with implementation? I am not a financial analyst, but my conscience suggest that a country with GDP ratio of 7.5 has lots of economic instability to look into rather than planning schemes for hundreds of other states.

I cannot understand the logic behind the rationale of a separate State. Why cannot a States co-exist and function as a unit together? Power crazy politicians will not delimit here. Taking a hasty decision such as has invited wrath and more challenges before the government. I have nothing more to add here, but I do not see any future of India. This county has gone to dogs!

Memories

As I reclined on the couch, my eyes go back to the memory lane,
with sweet memories round the corner creep up now and then,
Memories of sweet and ugly flashes with vigor again.

Somewhere could I still hear the lullaby she sung,
perhaps mom was calling me from dark woods,
Memories of attempts to fulfill my parent' desire
But,could never be the one.

Sweat she bore with all her desire,
left behind is her memories.

Memories such sweet as mine, are
only memories to die for.

I have not Puked Since 93'

This is one of my all-time favorite scenes from HOW I MET YOUR MOTHER. Try this sometime! It may just work...

Wicked Dreams!!!

I think apart from being such a beautiful and soulful track, the fact that the video features model Helena Christensen makes it even more hotter. The choreography is also something to look about. Enjoy! It remains one of the most popular chartbusters in my library.

I Love You!

I've never seen you.
Or touched your skin.
I've never felt your lips
Or held you tight.
But, I know I love you.

Not because of the way you look.
Or because of that sexy voice.
Not because of the things you say.
But because of whom you are.
When we meet I will kiss you.
And hold you all night.

I love everything about you
Because it's you.

The 'Backless' Theory of Kareena Kapoor

No offence to all those lovely women and girls. I love and adore beautiful women, and to an extent would pray that I date quite a few before I die and go to heaven. And, in heaven, date those beautiful angels.

Trust me! as Akhila tells me: what is Raj if he is not dating? :) Once such prominent personality, and a much talked celebrity is Kareena Kapoor, soon to be affiliated as Saif-leena. I would ask "Miss, what is with your backless theory?"

Seriously, I am all sickened up of watching news channels who have nefarious business but to showcase 'how much is too much' for Kareena. All the channels talk about the bold scenes and her backless postures in Bollywood flick, KURBAAN. But then, it is the adage of marketing:"sex sells', and I am sure we buy it.

There is something inherently sexy about the display of a woman with a sexy unfettered back. Awakening to see the vision of a shapely female naked back, one can easily be transfixed by the sheer beauty of what is surely one of the most sublime aspects of the feminine form.

The contours, outlines and the unblemished skin are all pure poetry in motion.

And so it is at parties, sure your standard cleavages, leggy-ness and pertness will win many admirers, but watch a creature enter any room in an elegant backless dress and the warning signs are on - men and women get drawn to the top of the neck downwards as the woman is quickly elevated to femme fatal status.

A simple backless dress is sure to dazzle. It’s a guaranteed show stopper. Of course, it has to be reasonably well-fitted dress as any slack will retract from the full effect.

I am sure a backless Kareena Kapoor may be the talk of the tinsel town, but then it is the provocation that makes it more striking. I do not find it something big, but then if it makes a statement then be it.

TUM MILE

I have been 'in' and 'out' of relationships since the age of 18, and thankfully the tears have dried up for me to shed anymore. It makes me an emotional fool in my friends circle, where until today, my friends have never accepted that I had not slept on my first date and that it happened with me: Love. But it does.

Same with Soha and Emran in TUM MILE. Both of them have been emotional fools, Soha to an extent clearly demonstrates that Bharati naari, be it living in Capetown has no issues in sacrificing her career for her live-in-partner chauvinistic Emran. I feel such men are jerks of first-rate, who except that their girls should be running and caring their luggage everywhere.
But, what struck me in this movie is how important is to 'talk' in relationships. At times, when a couple has been seeing each other, they quite frequently ask each other both online or offline " say something' or 'you say'. Often, it makes the other person especially woman impatient. A man on the other hand seeks an excuse to come out of the meeting.

I think it is imperative for a man to share things with his girl. It is where, a good sense of humor comes into picture. Often, in difficult times, as seen in the movie, a crack of joke during the climax relieves the tension.

I think eyes talk a lot; maybe a girl understand the importance of love through the eyes of a man. In this movie, Soha was constantly trying to look into the eyes of Emran and search love there.

I agree that today' generation are calculative in love. We think much more before taking a decision to get wed unlike our parents. The habit of Live-in relationships did not come all of a sudden, but was borne out from the issues of compatibility and financial constraint. But, then can a relationship of today run like our parents for next 25 years?

I am not very sure for a very simple reason- today no one is willing to continually sacrifice for the other. Tell me will you for your partner for 25 years do it? Be honest!It is a nice movie, though became a little dramatic in the end, but then it is Bollywood.

If you love someone, be sure to let her know, but also, understand that you have to respect each other priorities for all throughout your lives and not changed all of a sudden.

The Fear

You think of situations and maybe the last thing that comes to your mind is FEAR. Yes, fear that strikes a round of anxiety and a sort of commotion that starts making you feel nervous.

Situations that can be left out of box, but suddenly with little objects and earmarked actions, it becomes suddenly dangerous and before you know fear creeps in from nowhere.You start associating yourself with each and everything that has some dark elements attached to it. Before, you know, you are scared.
Meet Neelam, a student of DPS school, New Delhi studying for her board exams. Her parents have gone to a neighborhood wedding. Unlike in Western cultures, it is extremely important that Indians attend their neighborhood weddings and every sort of rituals as a customary thing. Normally, you feel that this also brings gossips to the board tables.

Anyway, after a prolong two-hours of studies, Neelam was thirsty. She went to grab a glass of water. As she opened the refrigerator, there was a thud beyond her back. The door banged! she thought it can be just a flip of wind. It did not get into her nerves yet, but the second time, she went out, the fear struck.

She came back from the bathroom and found something, somewhere misplaced. She could not understand for a second, if she had been feeling the after effects of her drugs. There she had kept her book in the table, but then it was lying across the chair. What the freak! she hooted a scream. The rocking chair was not stationary anymore. She was scared now. She was perspiring. She had no idea what to do. The only place that she felt safe was beneath the bed.

Neelam was reading a book, which had first few lines consisting of words: Thirst, cat, doors and chair. I am not sure if there was really a supernatural figure present in that room, but it definitely was an emotional response to a threat.

Do We look Beyond Beggars!

Every day and night, as the traffic lights turn from 'Red' to 'Green' or vice versa, another episode in the mundane lives of street beggars start and begin. 'They' are in every fashion, ugly, wretched, nauseated, filthy beggars, yet poor and dependent to the core.

To a city based person, these people make the cities ugly. You and I cannot like them for we are far above from them in every ranks, atleast that's what we think about. I am a part of the society that considers begging to be a social evil, and I pray that one day it ceases to act.
But, I have seen people considering begging to be a pictorial scene of our India. To them a SLUMDOG MILLIONAIRE is nothing but bloody India, where still we ride on elephants to office, where it is Malaria infected and kids never go to school. Thus, human existence seem still to be in a dark world.

Some how in India begging has an image of respect since many people in olden days unknowingly claimed they would bring up children even if they have to beg or borrow and charity too is encouraged by many religions.

This has lead to rampant begging around places of worship. Many beggars may be able bodied and capable of even manual work but lazy and find and easy way out. Ours is country of contrasts- one side crorepatis are growing in huge numbers and other side poverty is increasing. There is no sincere effort to discourage begging and make them self-reliant.

My Guide to a Man' Wardrobe

Let's admit it today: few men have got a taste for good women, and those who do, have a good wardrobe. You may be wondering why did I start of the topic with wardrobe and how does it play in identifying and managing good women. It is not a rocket science, but years of experience made me come to this logic.Na! I am not that papa-sugar-daddy of yours,I am pretty good in taking notices and identifying it.
The first time, I started living on my own and had a girlfriend, she was furious at the way I kept my clothes. On her pressure, I admittedly started taking notice of my wardrobes. And, as time rolls on, with few more feets touching my abode, I discovered them noticing my wardrobe then anything in my room first. So, I decided to put my wardrobe straight into the living hall. Don't tell me later about the danger.

I am not a specialist of clothes, but I generally manage to keep a decent wardrobe. The first thing that you should know is that your wardrobe needs to have in-season colors and clothes. So, if its summer, I would like to see some good-tshirts in there. Maintain a good casual attire of trousers and formal shirts. For people who perspire a lot, good deodorant is a must. Keep it right next to your set of watches.

And because, it's the time of Winter season in India, I chose to keep a party jacket, a blazer and a pullover. If you fancy wearing scarfs, you can buy one from Provogue or Proline showroom. It looks really good.

My wardrobe has always a Black shirt since I love the color. It is sexy and very appealing. So, go for it always.

Wardrobes are the most important item of furniture in your bedroom, bar the bed, so they must look good. Most high street stores now do a good range of wardrobes that have a fashionable look, but if you want something extra special think about buying an antique, or you could get one custom made.

It's fashionable to have a string bikini these days for men. Keep all your innerwears nicely tucked. I suggest Jockey and Levis. And, the colors that I choose are again Black and White.

Maintain a nice wardrobe. It just makes a very good impression. Over to you, Caroline!

Tears of Love

It is not always that I get upset and start crying. Infact, I am hardly a person to shed tears. But, today it rolls.I am very upset today,and I could not even imagine what went wrong.

After all, it was a decision taken by two matured people. How can then I be so stupid and feel bad about it? Why, why, and why?
It's been a few years that I have broken up with her, and we never kept in touch with her except a few pleasantries.But, when I saw her today with her beau, a chill went through my veins. I could not stand there seeing her with someone else. Is there something still between us? Am i jealous? Naa! it cannot be.

I can only come to this conclusion that I am an emotional guy. I made love with her and spent a great deal of time in exchanging ways to life. She gave me her everything, and was so loyal that this fool could not understand what is 'life without her presence'. It's true that we have come a long way. I have had girls in my life after that, and she has moved on the same.

But, I still think, you feel an emptiness in your heart no matter whomever occupies it. I am gonna miss you. Guess! it was love.

To Delhi with Love!

I love this city-Delhi. I love everything about it. Be it the beautiful Delhi rains, or the wondrous escapades of morning life, there is everything that a human being longs for.

My love for this city begun when I came as a baby boy in mama's arms. We were in the trip to North at that period. I think dad took us to Delhi, Agra, Dehradun, Rishikesh and so on. To me these are not mere places that I visited, but beautiful moments that I keep on reminding myself.
I woke up early today, had managed to get a decent late night sleep in the flight. Jet Airways have always taken great care of passengers. The frequent trips earned me lot of friends and especially a beautiful JetAir hostess..oh! that is another story. Maybe some other day.

I am sitting in this park and looking at the passerby. Some are jogging, some trying to warm their bodies with an early cup of tea and of course, some love birds romancing. I jogged a little bit, not that I have an athletic body, but it is in these period that I manage to capture DELHI in my lenses. Yes, I love photography.

Had not my ex-girlfriend stopped me in Bangalore, I would have been selling moomfallis in Agra or Delhi. Someone actually told me the other day.

Delhi is a historical place; everything seem to happen here. We got Independence here...a walk down the isles takes me to Red Fort, where I can feel myself as a proud countryman. I do not think I am patriotic. No one can call themselves patriotic because we are too busy in this materialistic world to even care about our nation.

We are a bunch of selfish, self-obsessed Indians who wants a pie for them first. How can we be different? I do not know. Delhi also happens to be a place of foodie. Oh! right from Reshmi Kabbabs in Chandni Chowk to Biriyani of Nizamuddin.

I actually freaked out here a few years back with Sonal, who used to work in a call center. We used to come in groups and spend awesome nights sipping coffee and talking..just talking. I am told by few people that I do speak well. That's one of the reasons, I get my coffee sponsored.

I have a program in some hours, but then I wanted to write this. I just wanted to thank this city for all its beautiful histories. It is not always a guy like me gets nostalgic, but then 'Sex' and 'Raj' are good when they are high. So, let me say adios. I am gonna run for my show, and as usual this time it will be with pride. God bless!

The Parting

Traveled a hundred miles with hope and dreams
Traveled a hundred miles with cherished smile
It was the 5th of April my dear
It was the 5th of April when they said hi

Dressed in a white T and Blue Jeans,
She strolled in a Red Santro
Ten hours and forty minutes, when she said “finally”

She was down with all cold and all
But still the sun’s rays couldn’t keep her from smile
Arms with bangles of all colors
She shined in that nosy ring.

Coffee day with Assam Tea, she started speaking
But! Her fingers were texting while her eyes were searching
As they converse stories of many a fold
The guy couldn’t stop pulling her legs,

They shopped and shopped
Till she said “kuch thikka ho jahee” (let's have something spicy)
He wished she could stay
But she didn’t wish to.

As they departed, she shook his hands
He wished he could just caress her face,
Bye my dear! Bye my touch
She stopped,and winked me.

Traveled a hundred miles with hope and dreams
Traveled a hundred miles with cherished smile
It was the 5th of April my dear
It was the 5th of April when they said hi

My First Kiss

I held back, I had to resist.
All I wanted, was to be kissed.
By your lips so soft, so very nice.
So very full, So full of life.

You laid me down, And looked at me.
Said, "It's alright, I can see."
Just go to sleep, I'll hold you close."
You touched my lips, and pinched my nose.

You held me close, all through the night,
I held your hand, so very tight.
I felt complete, so full of bliss.
Knowing that I just had, my very first Kiss.

Autobiography of a Navel

Identifying one's assets at a primal age is important. Navi understood that at an early age. She knew that I am special. I am special for she is within me, and she cannot hate me for that. Initially, she did not like me that much.

I was small and candid, and she was shy. She allowed her mommy to touch me, and I used to hate that. Why does not she touch me? Why does she not understand that navel is where my heart lies? And, then Jagannath came into her life.

Jaganath is Navi's boyfriend. They have been dating for sometime now, and in course of the love making Jagan shivered with each time the wetness of her navel touched his naked flesh. And of course, in the wildness of compassion, Jagan flashed that poppy question "Navi darling, navel pierce kar lo naa".....

And then, Navi got a navel piercing..matlab she pierced me...ah! how I got wounded. But, I feel it always arroused the question : How to care for a Navel Piercing. So, here is Jagan, acting as doctor caring Navi's navel

**Do not wear tight clothing, tights or pantyhose while your navel piercing is healing, as that may irritate your wound. Try to wear soft fabrics and avoid wearing jeans or any other restricting pants if possible.

**Stay away from peroxide or rubbing alcohol when choosing products to clean your navel piercing.

**Do your best not to sleep in a position that puts pressure on your navel piercing and try to sleep with your head propped up above the level of your heart to promote circulation and prevent swelling of the pierced area.

**Avoid strenuous physical activity, especially sports that involve physical contact, to best care for your navel piercing.

And one thing more, seems like take good care of me girls. Most of the Capricorn guys' heart lies within me. What say, Jaganathan?

Where is the Axe Effect!

“Where the f*** is the Axe effect? I’ve been waiting for it for over seven years. Right from my college to now in my office, no girl ever agreed to even go out for a tea or coffee with me, even though I’m sure they could smell my perfumes, deodorants and aftershaves.

I always applied them in abundance to make sure the girls get turned on as they show in the television.

Finally, I thought I’d try to impress my lonely bai who had an ugly fight with her husband and was living alone for over a year. Axe effect my foot!” Prakash expressed his unhappiness.

Prakash claims that he had been using all the Axe products as per the company’s instructions even since he first bought them. He argued that if he couldn’t experience the Axe effect despite using the products as directed, either the company was making false claims or selling fake products.

“I had always stored them in cool and dry place, and kept them away from direct light or heat. I’d always use a ruler before applying the spray and make sure that the distance between the nozzle and my armpit was at least 15 centimeters.

I’d do everything they told. I even beat up my 5-year-old nephew for coming near my closet, as they had instructed it to keep away from children’s reach. And yet, all I get is a broom beating from my ugly bai.” Prakash expressed his frustration.

Prakash claims that he had to do go a lot of mental suffering and public humiliation due to the lack of Axe effect and wants *** to compensate him for this agony. An advocate in Juhu court, who happened to mistake Prakash for some deodorant vendor when he entered the court premises with all the bottles, has now offered to take up his case in the court.

"There is no data to substantiate the supposition that unattractive and unintelligent men don’t attract women. In fact some of the best looking women have been known to marry and date absolutely ghoulish guys. I’d suggest that the company settles this issue out of court.” noted lawyer Rajdeep Gupta said.

THE BEST INTRO...

This is arguably the best opening scene in all-time movie history. I am a big fan of Quentin Tarantino, and in this movie RESERVOIR DOGS he shows how characters cannot be classified as big or small. It is just sheer dialogues and acting ship which makes a movie rock.

Come back with an Answer!

Sitting outside the doctor's cabin, Anmol was finding it tough to acknowledge what she was meant to be doing. "Come back with an answer" is what Dr Asma had told her in last visit. She has an answer now but she is not sure that if it would cater to a correct decision. There is a huge gap between correct decision and a decision.
The needs of an ever growing baby inside Anmol' belly seems to be no body's concern, but she had a motive behind the same. To bring this baby into this world and to show him/her happiness meant that there was a purpose in her existence.

A nullified expression of hope added to her sublime surprise made it difficult. That she was going to be a single mom,whose husband had deserted her was a case. For a moment, the society seem to be an ignored task for her.

She didn't know how to raise this kid coming into the world. A chance of lifetime need not results to a growth of love. To care for her and to do her upbringing in the society was a serious issue but done to the same to compensate for the loss and then the idea of love was losing out.

She tried smiling at bliss but it was meant to be a smile, that could spread only if she could bring this baby to the world.

"Yes, I want to have the baby", Anmol looked into the doctor's eyes as she reiterated her statement. Dr. Asma pressed and gave her compassionate embrace. Why is that every girl has a same story to tell? The sun in the horizon was setting itself for an early set. It may be just the perfect end for a beginning.