Ink on the Paper

A feeling for all the lovely people around me today For all my friends, family and those who may For everyone who has touched my heart, my head Remember this little thing I once said.   I remember the times we spent together I know we enjoyed them, no ifs no whethers But I don't remember when we said those words A last goodbye I never heard. I remember the times we fought each other I remember the times we were like brothers But if you gave it to me, I would have never forgot A last goodbye I never got. I remember the times we were just silent The silence in itself, a revealing asylum But even the silence did not make me ready for it A last goodbye we never did. I remember the times we said 'forever yo' I remember how we said we would never grow No one can understand the paths we paved But a last goodbye I always craved. I remember the times you were there for me I remember the things I did for thee A credit account with an overdose With a last goodbye never clo...

      S itting at my desk, wondering why I had not written for such a long time, I decided to just pour out my mind for once . And then, there were six ..       Pouring out my mind? I had heard about pouring out hearts.. What is 'pouring minds'? Pouring is 'flowing in a steady way'. Steady!!? hah! My mind and steady, now that's a good one there. Nobel prize for whoever can pull that off! And for that matter, how can one then pour out one's heart? Can you? Pour it. I would like to see.      What are emotions? You think you know? Simple?... Le wiki mama describes emotions as, (and this is only their first line) ''In psychology and philosophy, emotion is a subjective, conscious experience characterized primarily by psycho-physiological expressions, biological reactions, and mental states .'' So much for being 'simple'!! And that is how we describe the things closest to us, emotions.     Man has m...

     A few days ago, I traveled to Durgapur with my parents. I had come back home for my vacations. As they dozed off to sleep after the long road journey, I made myself comfortable on the sofa and plugged in my earphones. Looking at them brought in memories, old. Out of nowhere, I remembered how my mother used to say that ‘We brothers do nothing and that I particularly was quite lazy’. Although I do not deny these old facts, times have changed since.      This brought me to the origin of this post, which I actually tried to record while I was performing my experiment. Although thinking about 'not thinking' was a tough task, it was equally fun and intriguing . So, how can one NOT DO ANYTHING? Can one direct one's own mind to think of nothing? I decided to sit down and try it out . . (Here, I suggest the reader to actually try it out by him/herself)      As a first step, I got rid of my music player, relucta...

         I have a brother . He is t he elder one of us two. About 3 years older. The one thing I have felt about my brother time and again, and with much frustration at times, is that he always seemed that much elder , that much wiser to me, from the time I can remember him. Whenever he is around, I turn into the mischievous little boy I once was. Looking at photos old enough to render him 'small' to one's eyes brings in a very unnatural and funny feeling. I just cannot portray a younger version of my brother. It sucks. Big time!! (This pic is taken from: www.gifstache.com )          An elder brother is like a rock you see turning into a diamond right in front of your eyes. And you take the cue from it. You look up to him in various aspects of your life. You are guided by him all the way, with whatever little inputs he can provide you with. He always has something to say. He is someone who pushes y...

NOTE: This post is a result of the inexplicable and sudden occurrence of the title of the post in the writer's mind. I don't know what he was thinking about then! * EviL * Sometimes I write out of experience. Sometimes, on mere observations and knowledge. Well, today is a case of the latter... Yeah !! This is no place to confess your love for someone. NO !! After composing about half of this post, I thought of adding this one too: This is NOT a handbook to a successful love life. If you have any doubts, PLEASE READ #2 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Some things are Easier said than done. But love; Against the rule book? Well, when has it not been? * wink-wink * Barring the love of one's family, hereby, I speak of love : Call it 'love' and everybody starts jumping around like it is the 1st of January ! Call it, as per the Oxford dictionary - ...

This is a piece of fiction , nothing else.. ENJOY! In search of one Harshad Dahake, I turned once more to the right, this time to enter Saraswati Lane. " Finally !", I thought, looking at my watch again. 10:30 in the morning . "Why did you have to come today?" I demanded angrily (for at least a hundredth time) of the 'urgent' parcel, which was sitting on my lap now. That god-forsaken parcel had arrived just this morning. A call from the office had announced, for my unseeking ears to hear and my unwilling brain to accept, that I was responsible for its delivery. What I was about to witness next was something I had never seen before. Everything at Saraswati Lane was so still and lifeless , I could literally hear myself breathe. And so were the insides of 130, Saraswati Lane, II-T own (that was the address on the parcel), just like all the other houses in the neighborhood. Not that I could get in. If one happened to pass by, they would wonder if an...

“Imagine something so elegant, so beautiful and stunning that every time you are at it, you are overwhelmed no matter how many times you have felt it before. A sudden rush of blood through your brain makes you realize how good your life is.  It is so natural to you that you get lost in its aura. You forget everything else. You become one with it. Everything else is so far away. So trivial. And once you are there, you never want to come out of it. You don’t want to end it....  That, my friend, is what I call football.” -       Harshad Dahake Hello Folks!! My first real post. And what better way to begin it all with, than heaven itself. Oops, I meant FOOTBALL. How it all began : Aah, football.. My first love for sure. I still remember my first real encounter with football. It was the FIFA World Cup 2006. That tournament took me with it. From that day, till this day, there has not been a single day I haven't worshiped the game. Every d...