The Kenosis - a break of 15 years from reflecting, writing and publishing

I started the blog as a hangover (not literally) of  bubbly teenager at my twenties. The college and mostly Mischief - swayed over me, my thoughts and my action. Any action needed at my work desk , any suggestion or support eked by my friends , used to find me get that through a mandatory indulgence with Innocent Prank to bring out a laugh or cause a not so uncomfortable disarray, 

But despite this burden of carrying Loki's mandate in this world - apart from living my own - I used to gather time out to reflect and then jot them down and in some cases publish. 

The  Liminal Crucible: 

Around 2012 and continuing till now, I went through a phase where I was letting go one and not latched onto the another yet. 

On the Personal front - I finally got married :) You now have a warden over you 24X7 .. and then blessed to be a father few years down the line .. Watching the kid grow (or pretending rather) is a difficult task considering am a man mired by forgetfulness and zero patience. Despite my parenting handicaps my son grew fonder, closer to me . We are best friends since (touch wood) . And then few more years passed and I became father yet again of a wonderful baby boy. And repeat.  Both the boys fight for me within the house and can go any extremes to take a stand for me - no matter what. My belief that am not the father which is driving values is so strong that I have found myself in parenting therapies - and one of the generally well accepted theories there is to be solemn - be friendly and never a friend of growing up sons.

In parallel with the personal front, the Professional life has been a intense one.  The call to return back from USA and not settle for any IT / software development job for MBA studies in Dubai/ Singapore to Sales in India is an outlier case. I dodged and sometimes the chance to move out of India always escaped me - before I finally made peace that am going to build in India. I got infatuated with idea of building something myself and doing the 0 ->1 in nascent technology . The last 6 years has been grueling but deeply satisfying in bringing an idea from thought to corporation. On making India's first full stack last mile logistics, mobility and distribution company. A long series to reflect on the journey and rewards of various shades. 

Finally the world itself changed so much through this phase . With advent of smarter phones (the era of keyboard based phones were over replaced by accessible Androids) , almost free data (internet) access , and then the world of video streaming and user generated content (Shorts, Reels) took over . 

The pause to reflect translated to scrolling reels. Some made us laugh, a very few curious, even rarer to introspect and reflect , a lot of them made us angry , divided. It would be a chapter to describe - may be another blog post on how the social fabric might have been changed through the reels/shorts . I know its significant. As if the user generated content wasnt enough machines took over - and now you have an option to just put keywords or ideas and an email or contract or blog or even a movie gets produced. What a world ! 

Kenosis 

As mentioned above running a company which takes care of 1700 lives had been consuming - it has given me multiple sleepless nights.. and in recent past , more and more of this. Without getting into more details - last night I just happened to wake up at an odd hour and reflect on that milestone in my life where I had emptied myself out. Turns out I have spent a year more than Ramji ka vanvaas. 15 years it had been . I have scribbled a post occasionally in between but for business . And then I realized some things should not be changed. This Blog as an example should always remain like that Mischievous, full of life and joy teenager in a twenties body . This should go through Cryonics while I move on to another one (or rather create a new one) which reflects what I am now. So Bye bye Candle in Darkness and welcome First Principles & Last Miles

Friendship Day .. over the years and for times to come

A measure of evolution ( ok, lets be not so harsh on the word .. yes agreed that we corrupt with age so evolution is a misplaced word but then so is maturity , growth on similar lines of reason, but for lack of words - evolution ) is the shade of reaction under the same stimuli over the years ..

So down those memory lanes faintly remember , that the first Sunday of August, which we label as Friendship day, held no meaning .. not because the radius of circle of friends around were zero but that it hardly mattered, every day was for friend , every day was special and the ritual of making any day different seemed so out of world ...... the clock clicked over the years and during the course of Teenage , it assumed the pivotal role around the pivotal purpose of life " the hunt for mate " ...which meant the day was the D-day ... to assess performance over the year and sometimes over the quarter and some times on more than one subject ... to find out how many birdies are bonded over and cross with me, arm in arm , to the other side of relationship, from just another guy to boy friend ... so that was both a test day and festival . which meant blowing away pocket money for gifts , scheming plans to woo over ... while this still continues ( they say men are always boys till they die ).. I am sure fiddling around would be thing of past some time in future ...giving way to having the best friend for life around.

Vacuum Really sucks

The first cut gushes out the stream of blood to a foreign environment- and that’s when it is the scariest most and post that blood gets used to it … “ yeah am flowing out .. going down the drains .. but so did the blood stream before me “ quips the “ not the first” stream of blood..

And as more blood oozes, the pain remains and mostly aggravates but then no one can take from the first stream the degree of scariness.

As I place myself in a quiet corner of quietest but extravagant restaurant in town when the city is maddening with celebration, meeting endless near and dear ones, exchanging wises and gifts, illuminating the sky with fireworks and adding to noise by choicest of firecrackers… the loner me , feels so left out. Yeah had been lonely but this is the first time when it is striking me so hard same way as when blood is let out … and am in pain, a terrible pain …

Next Diwali or next touch of this feeling might not be that painful and I hope that …. But the current one is just slicing me .. “ what’s the point of being through this ? “ , “ could I have avoided this ? “ , “ oh god! Have mercy , don’t pain me that much “ … “ am I through or is the degree of torment still left ? “ …

I am not answering these questions , and probably could not .. but am just not waking up to answer it .. am so much down with the pain ,, I know where it hurts, how it hurts, why it hurt but have surrendered to the inaction,, cant do much about it …

But then wait !! am I that deep in pain ? Definitely not , am probably enjoying what others are aspiring ..Freedom … treating myself at the best place.. this shows am not so helpless and I will fight back !!

Hope is a bastard. It doesn’t know which strand of DNA formulated it. Is it from the hopelessness all around or is from the hope that hopelessness all around, is at its tipping point.

Salsa fever grips . is it just a fad ?

5 visits to Salsa schools in a lazy Sunday !! Depositing over Rs 1000 as token amount in 3 of them !! and 10 calls to schools teaching Social Dances !!! There should be some seriousness to the thought that strayed in my mind last night.. so am off set to create a Latin world within me .. I can already feel the blood of Incas throbbing in my viens .. Am I the Latin soul trapped in an Indian Body ? Or Do I look from Amazon too ? Well I guess the one in my mind screams that I belong to Rain Forest .. Don't I dance like Samba dancers?, don't I love soccer when Indians just cant get out of Cricket?, don't I love coffee than tea?, don't I look half African ? Hell yes !! Dios Mio !! I have been keeping my mind and thoughts in dark for so long , I swear by the mighty Amazon, I will bring justice.. and so I booked my next 8 Sundays and Saturdays to the jubilation of this new found discovery .. to the way we celebrate in Latin world, by Salsa, jive and Cha-Cha...

Latino Mundo ... In the process of creating my Latin world

Bliss of Staying in Delhi

One country and 2 different worlds !! Delhi and Mumbai 2 vibrant mega cities of India and that is where the similarity ends. And people take time to adapt themselves if they move from one to another. My eyes almost glistened as I bid Mumbai adieu, at the Chatrapati Shivaji Airport .. with heavy heart and heavier luggage I plodded through the routine procedures and waited for the aircraft.. A blonde, in her late twenties, caught up conversation with me, from there to Delhi, chatting all the while, but I could hardly take myself out of the fact that I would hugely miss those vadapavs ( bread with smashed potatoes), local trains , the chatter, the night life, the incessant and unpredictable rains, Lonavala and the Ghats, and most importantly my buddies .....

I landed at Indira Gandhi Airport in Delhi and soon realized that as Shivaji would be name of every third road, airport, hospital . Indira-ji would be occupy the same pedestal in Delhi...

The first look outside Delhi was startling ... These weren't lanes, they were in fact mega highways from Mumbai standard, and the roads compared to Mumbai was smooth, looked lot deserted, the thinning traffic was quite bothering, instilling within the fear of being left alone .. and even though the vehicles plying were remarkably low, the animosity on road wasn't. Quite contrary to the brotherhood seen in Mumbai... there were honking, exchanging of stares that relayed message from " mind it " to " don't mess with me , am the king here" .....I reached my room at the hotel, tired and grieved and soon the day was all over .. Days went by now, Weeks passed and now its a month .. and as I discover Delhi .. I found that

a. It is the cultural capital internationally. Walk over to IGNCA, lalit kala academy, Habitat Center, and you could find a mini Sikkim , a mini Japan, a mini Germany or Brazil around.

b. Street Food is just awesome, could drive any one to finger licking.

c. Delhi is India's answer to Dubai, Singapore or Dallas in terms of public infrastructure.

d. If cops in Mumbai were greedy, the ones in Delhi are greedy and gangsters.

e. Delhi sleeps when bars in Mumbai open up.

You start conditioning yourself to sleep early because there is nothing else to do in those deserted, spectra wide roads, with abandoned food joints, with zero vehicle density, amidst the gangster cops... and this is one change that is slowly getting injected in me.. I am sleeping Early.

Footsteps on the shore

Walking away leaving those steps behind
those frail impressions etched on sand
the clock ticks - the wave rushes to shore
wasnt strong to hold the wave - the impressions live no more

The waves are rough -scream incessantly looking for brawls
demand complete surrender of whatever it marches across
and though it might sweep over those frail impressions by night & day
they could not win it all- for they could not swipe the memories away

( Will miss Mumbai and amazing friends that I had made here... Sayo nara)

The sound of Broken Dreams

Its over .. all over !!

Bombs and Blood all around ..

Shadows cast the ground ...

Am smoked, just keep collapsing at bay..

The picture of today painted yesterday..

looked so brighter

the hues were so merrier..

Darling its over .. its so all over !!

Promises which were sworn

are broken, and feelings are torn..

why you ditched and turned blind

confront my battered mind

I filled each moment with love it could just bear

and you swamped me with pain and tear

Its finally over, so much over !!

Mumbai Marathon( Jan-2011) - Different from rest and an awakening

Now with the turn of the new year , with less of performance commitment on radar and with the weather getting merrier .. the Corporate Marathon fever is back hitting the streets of Mumbai ...The barometer of registration shoots up- some of them infact due to heavy coaxing from Peers. With each closing day, the volumes are turning up, for this star studded event. One thing is for sure at Stan Chart Marathon - there is lot of Glitter in SC marathon .. It in fact has turned into ‘Shadowing Celebrity ‘marathon. Just have a look at the regulars for this marathon from Anil Ambani to sizzling Bipasha Basu to her beau – John Abraham, to 50-50 Dolly, to one match player Atul Wassan,..... it covers all, really covers all shades of Celebrities.

Having participated in the earlier version of this marathon - I recollect the vibes around. The mood of most here is more of brushing shoulders with the CEO and make the most of Elevator ( sorry marathon ) pitch, more to do with reconnecting and linking with the honchos for a Board membership position, more of catching a glimpse , managing a talk while walk with the skimppier struggling stars, carving out an an occasion to get to dine with the Filmstar .. ...

Not that these are ugliest thing in world but these are definitely hollow to your claim to be part of delivering the intended message for the marathon. The voices out of those marathon were – who the f*ck cares about those Kenyans( those kaaliyas are morons and blind to the Camera , very unlikely to be the media magnets, hence no point being in their league.) The crowd has a point. Who remembers the winners of these marathon all that survives in this mayhem is the sweaty T-shirt of the Page3 regular.

But negative attracts the negative and leaders with such corrupted intentions percolate the same downwards. So the ex- CIO lusts to meet the CEO , the VP designs to meet this sick CIO, the GM keeps his balls ( eyes , and rest) fixed to the VP, the Manager hopes to make the most by shadowing the GM.. and so on .. The whole team is running on an intention still riveted to the office and negativity (building and reaping favoritisms, devising politics) .

Examine more and you would find the best place to keep your foot on ground , to retain your sanity and not let you be carried away in this wave of ‘run for office politics’ , is to be part of marathon , to contribute to it , to deliver the message and at same time staying away from these materialistic mongers .. Be the behind the screens person, this marathon and make a difference. Be the Volunteer and wish that Sanity and Chastity ( SC) returns to these kind of events.

The new year eve - budget limited ... Celebration unlimited

Unplanned - Impromptu - new year celebration- "to derive the maximum out of lean budget" - 5 friends- various back ground - one common thread- " outcast" - stuff bags with pair of clothes and random stuff - which included Pain balm ( for no damn reasons) , Listerene but no toothpaste / brushes- hitch hiking - caught in traffic jam - give up hitch hiking mid way - totally unaware on where are we and how to continue - manage to understand the local language - arrange for a cab and pack ourselves in - a driver under the " influence", who would listen to nothing and cant keep his feet off the accelerator, cant stop boasting about girls he laid , cant stop even for a Pee !! , - half of the journey 4 guys in back and one in front are just holding on to their breath and their life , with each SUV roaring from the other side - our driver would make a point to just keep off from kissing that huge beast , from just scraping it, ..... half of the journey gone , roads are less crowded , its all dark , occasionally lit by a village or by a temple, .. the beauty unfolds, roads with coconut trees on either side , with mountain on one and sea on other side ... the road just divides mountain and sea .. best of 2 world at cost of one , the waves are roaring , announcing the tide, the cold wind from the mountains making their presence felt, .. and from the mountain to the sea is a strip of jungle, a thick jungle , the only insignificant thing coul be the Indica cruising in the patchy road of the jungle.... but fear has transformed to admiration , to the awe, to the serenity ... land at Kashid - our place of revellery for the new year eve- No accommodation - as no plans , lucky enough to get a room facing the beach, have homely food, pay a trifle for the feast , the whisky and beers are out ,, move to beach, light a bonfire , sometimes we pour kerosene sometimes whisky ... waves , whisky & wind a deadly combination, we laugh for no reasons , huddle , fight, run, jump, dance, kick, push ...and watch the handshake --- old year giving way to new, we jump merrily .. the old year is gone, who cares about the new year ... all we think about is the moment ... cant let it slip from hands, we keep drinking, jumping, dancing, laughing, ... lie down to see sky lit with stars , very bright stars .. and wind still roaring .. bonfire giving us just the needed warmth to not to freeze... the sand is white , the beach is clean and deserted ... miles of dark sea .. which keeps on growling, we fall asleep to be woken by other ... keep on sipping the whisky ..even the bonfire gets the doses of whisky some times... Its 3 in the night and we retire to room... It has been almost a year since we have been in that beach :)

Love or Hope ... who cares

Love...... Love..... Love
Hope...... Hope ..... Hope

I walked a lone journey
unexplored and loaded with thorns
relentless efforts to keep plodding
sagas of pain nd failure unfold
and with no caring hand to hold

It was dark, unguided long road
sometimes leading to pit and some to cliff
legs now ache, sights fade
hear nothing but only the heart sinking, throat getting dry
sense desert, confidence shatters and world goes awry

Eyes begin to droop to weight of despair
when it is just 'over and out'
spark of hope fights the world of dark
tiny but the only rebellious piece
still fights on and returns my world of peace

Some say it was all love in that hope
Some all hope in that love

Love gets Hope

Hope gets Love

Beyond this who really cares

Obama's visit to India

Obama Huseein Barrack
Please go Back
Please go Back

You come riding on waves of sympathy, with a grand vision and a belief " yes we can "
But all you could muster to do is to cuddle up and place an offshore ban
You might try all your fancy, biased and croooked policy
but we are on high , unstoppable like the waves of sea
You might hide in the corner of white house turning deaf but sporting that shameless smile, you have the worlds curse
You should have realised that you were a change but for worse

Obama Huseein Barrack
Please go Back
Please go Back

Forget about the world governance,and assuming the role of a super power
In all these years, USA did all things wrong and could never set the world to their order
And BTW, please realise the pride is gone and has been long since you raised the winnig toast
That position of super power long taken humbly and deservedly by the east

Obama Huseein Barrack
Please go Back
Please go Back

Dont you realise, we need you less than you need us ?
we want to shun you more than you think of doing us
we have already lost yoga and ayurveda to biased patents there
you are scheming to promote permanent UN seat for the Pakis instead of putting them where they are
The land, next door to us, brewing nothing except hate and skirmishes
and al these years you have been supporting their acts in inflicting us million bruises

I wish i could just let you wait even to meet the gentry, to greet your fake lectures with boo's
but benovalance runs deep and strong in our blood, too hard for us to turn around and be some one like you

so all I could do, is to plead and order
Obama Huseein Barrack
Please go Back
Please go Back

Poor Shayri 29th june

This is due to emotional atyachaar of waiting for the Increment letter post evaluation

Roz Roz karein hum Letter ka intezaaar
Work load tolerate karlete hain .. aur hanste hue khaa lete hain maar
Isi umeed mein ki increment laga degi hamare beda paaar
Lekin jab aati hai who kambakth letter, dil ke tukde ho jaate hain hazaaar
Kyun majaak udate ho hum garibon ka baar baar ???


Roz Roz karein hum letter ka ab kyun intezaar ??
Jab sang ho VAT 69 , Bagpiper soda aur dost Chaar
Naukri mein resume daal diyaa hai ab ho jayenge sab sapne saakaar
Dil cheekhe “ aisi company ki humein ab nahi darkaar….
Humse hai duniya yehi hai lalkaar
Ab na karenge hum letter ka intezaar

Poor Shayri of the day

Inspired by office torture

 

Kadwaa hai woh: na kare baath meethi

Kadwaa hai who: nah kare baath meethi

President hai who: Corp services ka Naam hai Rajan Sethi

 

 

Nirantar tadpaye woh… savere se sham aur sham se savere

Nirantar tadpaye woh… savere se sham aur sham se savere

Pareshaan ho jaate hain bechare  Suman aur Shyam Bhamare

 

 

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Finding a way through

the road is an obstacle... the obstacle is the road

finding a way through

--
if u believe you can or if u believe you can't
Either ways you are right .

Freshly minted from Workshop of Idle Brain

Shingles or Herpes Zoster as it is commonly known or rather not so commonly known is a painful thing.. more so if experienced first hand ..

Well am blessed to be 1/~50 adult in age range of 30 years , male who got this out of a BILLION people in the country !!! isnt that an achievement ??? Hmmm.. some people are born great, some achieve greatness and some have greatness thrust upon them .. Shingles is painful so it could probably explain " The Pain behind this Gain" .

As I bask in the new limelight ..it occurs to me now that this is the first time ... the very first time in my 5 long professional experience that I have capitalised on my sick leave !!

And how did Shingles bring me down ? One word answer ==> " Blitzkreig"
The longer one ===> The day before I realised I was P.O.W of Shingles, I was at my usual merrier form, with least respect and recognition to things in general and Shingles in particular. I was busied at office by a FULL DAY training following which I was doing the chasings for BOSS. So as it happens, The clock ticks and follow up list expands, doesnt matter that we are already strectching 3-4 hours after the office schedule. Nothing scary of that but this was Harbour Line of Mumbai- the areas where people go home earlier, the areas where street lights dim out sooner and the areas where the regular " auto - wallas " turn " Muggers " . Masculinity is me - It is not that I am afraid to confront the social evils and fight then singlehandedly like a super hero without being one, but then MBA graduate ( why to do it ) spoke louder than an Engineering Graduate ( How to do it) in me :: why to work on something and not get rewarded for it or why to not get rewarded if you work on something? I could use my talent to mug some one else rather than prevent myself being mugged. But currently thatz not in my radar of interest. So for sake of calling it a day and to sleep at my home - I took steps towards the railway station. As I waited for the next train due in 10 mins ( It never takes more than 10 mins to catch a train at Harbor line) , I was gearing up to Push, Kick , throw people and things out to make way for my foot to be inside the train, but then realisation dawned on me that its past 10 and people who do this are already out of train, sharing dinner with their family or teaching virtues of sacrifice and gentle behavior to their kids. I was as I always am - Correct . It was the least crowded trains I came across in a months time, less crowded to give me place for both my foot - The next challenge in this art of "commuting via train at Mumbai" is to get a place for your hands so that you are sure that your body reaches the destination in one piece and not that the next train brushing from opposite side carries a part of you. It was then - that moment of Truth - knocked. It knocked hard. I was not even able to raise my right hand and cling on to the edge of train. It was damn Painful, and it came to me at moment when I needed the arm much but then am a man with all solutions, so I oriented myself to use my left arm and switch my centre of gravity so that rest of all norms are followed for a safe travel . When I reached Vashi station, I was pushed down so no effort needed in getting out from the train but I realised that I cant sway my right arm and I was turning blind to the sensation in my arm pit and shoulder. I went home and gulped down whatever was stashed in the refrigirator and thought of encountering this villian - the first thing in morning. I woke up but to Pain, I found little redheads across my arm , shoulder all on one side and they were gates to HELL.


All these 5 days I have been in agony but it gave me time to unwind myself, to contemplate, to relish hospitality and to ramble about as I am doing now .. So dont shoot yourself with a Disprin when you reach here, thank GOD ( and hope ) that you are not suffering the pain, that one goes through in Shingles.

Bye-Bye mail at Reliance : Ooops I did it again .. a Poor song even when I depart

Memories remain memories when you remember them :: So my farewell mail etched from one and half years of doing nothing good at reliance except sneaking out with bunch of friends always available on call, to carry out covet operations like extended breakfasts at nearby malls, matinee shows of all those movies which score less than 2/5, and ofcourse making the best use of office bulletin board... so here it goes
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The waves were rough, the clouds were dark , and all we did was anchor, cuddle with fear and be together
but then we dissolved the differences; fought hopelessly, bruised, bled but emerged out stronger.
Now as the weather is getting calmer, and shore is getting closer, questions flounder
" will prosperity ruin us more than the devastation" " " did we just jump, to fall down deeper"

History is Amir Khan of GHAZNI, Hefty, Rich and lots of learning but less of retention
It has an undying mission but clouded with inchorency and digression
A Resolute short term goal, left helpless because of faded vision
So efforts are enormous but they cant pull one out coz are in different direction

The key is putting the jigsaw puzzle together, to see beyond boundaries and synergise
Its not how deep are we in; how high we need to climb, But a spirit relentless to rise
Persistence and a united front, have helped us win when we could have failed otherwise
and if this mail could just bring a smile and a breath of hope, it would be one of my most wonderful byes

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Bye Bye Reliance ADAG

As my tenure with Reliance ADAG approaches the end, the emotions wrapping around has shades similar when I left Tata Consultancy Services, in summer of 2007. Undeniably there are comparisons:

• I joined both these organizations, from campus. So I carried the carefree attitude of a student and walked in the board room with a set of friends with whom you had shared late night Maggie or gulped mugs of coffee and shared stories before. There was a companionship and support structure with you when you enter the gates the new world. The platform where you were before joining the organization and set up you need to get geared to are same for all these campus hirees, so the degree and steps of adjustment are same, example living together again in same or near by apartments, the same mode of commute, the same period of shopping spree and lot others.


• Both of these organizations are conglomerates, so huge, so much so that, even a set of 200 campus hirees could get lost and its becomes difficult to be pin pointed, your group becomes your camouflage. One refers to you as MT ( Management Trainee) or GET ( Graduate Engineer Trainee) or simply Trainee. You are given space of time and comfort, nursed and treated with series of programs to help you assimilate to main stream.
  The noise and color of excitement level, when 200+ invade offices straight from campus is so vibrant. The rest of world looks on with curious eyes and sometimes with eyes of interest.

So I move on to take the first step of my corporate life, to move from one organization to other rather than a campus. I think, Change is inevitable and 6 years after graduating from REC Trichy, it is too late an experience. As I leave Reliance, I look back to those times when I had been cribbing about the culture and work ethos, quite a similar way to which I had done at TCS, also the lack of opportunities and grooming but also losing a set of close buddies who made the journey look so beautiful and memorable.
But this is inevitable and confrontation is the best way forward, so “Keep walking - Move on “

"Missed me" - Song

They say lose it to gain it ... same goes for love..
get bruised .. get the pains .. to relish the sweetness...
This poem is for those who miss their beloved ones and who are on their return path
for you always return back at least once to those you love..
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Life is a cyclone
Minus you
I am all alone
without a glimpse of you

Seconds are spread across mile
If I cant find you
Jokes are without " the cute" smile
If I cant share that with you

Wish you cared
how much I missed you
Wish you wondered
how much I felt for you

World wont have been dear
Had it not been for you
I was a stranger in my mirror
But only for you

I always dreamt
I was beside you
I always thought
I walked along you

What was it that hurt
And I still cant blame you
What caused love fall apart
And I still dont wish to realise it was you

For you .. and it was only you ..
who awakened me to what was love

and then again it was you

who has filled my waiting eyes with love

Love ....

a sweet bitter thing called Love ..

a roller coaster ride called Love ...

Find it .. lose it .. and find it not to let it go....

and call it LOVE

Poor Song gets poorer

Poor song for those who stay in house, lock them up, are stingy and just not like the vagabonds ( including me )
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It is such a wicked thing to do
to spend your youth in home and loo

Arise , Awake Mr. Singh
and realise that life is to sing
to spread a smile
and walk a mile
than confine
and shrugg to dine

out and hard, coz you misthink
that it would stink
if you dont hoard money
for your dreams and honey

But do you realise
that these long life filled with years is small in size
so it should be filled with smiles and fun
and not with the tension gun

Dont be the busy bee
or the caged poddling of the pea
Kill the inner Lust
Get out, explore, and dont just rust