Tomorrow
A question mark,
A mystery still to be fathomed
A question still to be asked
An answer not yet looked for
Why do you wish
To dwelve into things
Not thought of
Not looked for
Not asked for
Why do you wish to look beyond
When you have the present with you
The present of today.
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Silence speaks in whispers
As your hands do your thing
Your eyes stare into emptiness
Your smile makes me think
The unsaid words form a story
As you take my hand
To make me stand on my feet
And to make me dance
Each step elegant
Each prance a gesture
Each look a story
Each smile to treasure
I try to match steps
I try to walk aside
But each motion makes me follow
To your command I abide
Strange it is
Addicted am I
For what can I do
Your eyes make me fly.
Happy are we
for we know
There is no end to this madness
we let the reigns go
We fly to unknown horizons
watching the sunset of a million sons
We have lived a million lives
now it is time to choose one
Looking to the others eyes
we make our move
We dance past the lost memories
moving to the groove
Night talks in purple legions
The sky stays sullen
The red moon cries up above
Yes, the thoughtful one falls once again.
And why,
asks the sky
do you care so much for the rest?
Why
should it matter that you become the crutch
for everyone who cries
for everyone who needs a helping hand
for everyone who is alone
when?
They ask
will you start thinking for yourself?
The thoughful one gazes above
the same face as before
For 1000 years I waited
to see them change
to see them have fun at else’s expense
and let the energy drain
For 1000 years I waited
for them to realize
that what they did was wrong
and waited for them to realize
But now I think its time
for them to pay the price
Let them whisper
let them cry
let them houl for mercy
let them all arise
For there will be a time when the world will look up to me and shout
‘Save us’
and I will whisper, ‘NO.’
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-Written on a Blood red moon night.
--Plagiarism ALERT : Last line from WATCHMEN, the Story.
Silence spoke in whispers
The empty hallway called for the sleeping one
I walked by the shining moon into the dark room
The neon digits on the clock reminded me of the present
I should not be here.
Yet here I was by her side
Eyes closed, she was sleeping like an angel
Untouched
Unspoken
Talking to silence with simple breaths
I kept watching her till the birds started talking to each other
The sunrays walked slowly into the room
It was time for me to go.
I left the room with a smile on my face.
These were different times
These were different lives
It was a different me
It was a different her.
This time, it was not about death
This time, it was about life.
And maybe
Just maybe
about something more.
Sometimes it is scary how you try to run away from yourself.
You try to hide, try to fight, try to look beyond what is there, has been there, and will be there
Into the unknown
Just to feel the unbounded satire that is life.
You grope around in the darkness looking for an answer, looking for the reason you are doing what you are doing,
Running around in circles just to realize that you do not have a tail, killing time, trying to prove that you are worthy of the air you are breathing, the food you are eating, the water that you are drinking, and each and every time you reach the same crossroad again and again.
Again you face the same path you crossed before, again the two signs reading the same in different languages.
Same shit, different day.
Life would have been different, life would have been better, life would have been so wonderful...
Ha! Jokes.
Shoot, or be shot.
That is the world we are living in.
Believe it!
Period.
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Just another one of those days when you want to kill everyone around you just to feel the solitude.
Can anyone lend me a gun please?
एक दिन बिक जायेगा
माटी के मोल
जग में रह जायेंगे प्यारे तेरे बोल
In the long run, everything is forgotten. what remains are your words.
It’s a strange thing, Life is. And mine, at least, is the strangest I have ever known.
You know that movie in which all strings are woven together in the end giving a cohesive story with all answer told? Well, mine is not that movie. Mine is the brainless sex comedy which, no matter how much you try, you will end up without a logic and reason to it. You just laugh.
Everyday something happens which makes me think and rethink all that has happened in my life. And the moment I start making sense of it, I realize that there is no point making sense of it. Because up there, there is a bigger joker 
sitting, laughing his head off at each and every action of yours.
Life has learnings they say. I don’t think so. Not in my world at least.
I make a mistake. I learn from it. Then when the next time a similar situation arises, I use the learning just to realize that I should have acted in a similar way as the last time to make it work. The learning backfires. I should NOT have learnt in the first place!
In my world, logic is the last thing you would expect.
People: Illogical.
Friends: Apart from few, all come in the people subset.
Acquaintances : Well, What do u expect?
Circumstances: Weirdly familiar but giving random results.
So what do I do? Do I run and hide and decide not to learn at all? Do I say enough is enough. Stop the world, and let me off?
Or do I keep playing the game of Poker that life is... Do I keep dealing hands after hands till I am down to that one last hand and hope to win it all.
Maybe the mistakes made from the learnings are showing a direction. Maybe there is a missing link. Maybe, there is a bigger picture where all is connected. Maybe this is just the beginning of the movie and not the climax.
Remember Calculus? I am living in a world of dy/dx waiting for the integration which would give me the value of ‘why’.
Lets hope it is soon.
Till then, Life and lemons go hand in Hand. Lets see how many lemonades I can drink, or sell as for that matter.
P.S: All my friends who are reading this, you all are in the ‘amongst few’ category. 
On 2nd of March, we Performed our play Holi, at Prithvi Theatre, Mumbai. An opportunity granted to us by Team Thespo for showcasing our show there for Thespo@Prithvi.
Two shows. Both House full. While complimentary tickets were being sold to let people in, and little fights were breaking for getting inside the theatre, there we were: Standing in the dark alleys of the backstage. Waiting for the centre stage lights to go off. The show ended with a standing ovation and a feeling of satisfaction.
Now I wouldn’t say much about How we performed or how good the play was. Coming from me or anyone who was associated with the play, It would be a biased opinion. But I Do have one thing to say. I feel proud to be a part of Holi.
The crew, a group of individuals who are as determined as the day, as powerful as the sun, and as playful as a new born baby. Each one different and unique in one way or the other. And each striving for one common goal. To produce a perfect show at Prithvi.
What started off as a play for Thespo with a bunch of people in a small flat in 7 bungalows, slowly became much much more than that. It became a ‘Revolution!’. A Fu**ing REVOLUTION!
Faces changed, locations for rehearsals changed. So did the moods, energy and tempo of the crew. Several charactors skipped bodies. Dialogues were changed. More and more improvisations came into picture.
The Best addition to the play was the Band. Ah! 
The Band without the drummer, How can we forget that. The group of people who started off with ‘Oh man! we don’t have anything interesting to play.” ended up catching the breathes and pulse of the whole audience. People swooned, people gasped as the plot was woven by the tunes of the music. Interestingly, we actually WERE looking for a drummer till the very last moment. But Oh well…what the hell. We got a photographer. :P
What we saw in Prithvi was just a matter of toying with the idea of how to improvise with not just the story, but the whole design of the play.
And it was all possible because of the stone like determination of Our director, the guy who was forced to take up the most important role in the play, that of Anand, at the very last moment, the one who always believed in each and every one of his Actors, Anuj. No matter what happened, whether we were kicked out of houses because of being too loud in a residential neighborhood (that happened twice by the way), whether actors suddenly decided to pack up and leave, or whether time decided to run a race against us, He would just not give up.
The rest of the crew was AMAZING! to say the least. No matter how much you try, it is difficult categorizing all of them in a single genre. Each one of them is as different and unique, as an apple from a mango. Still, I will try to summarize them in a as few lines as possible.
Looking back at the whole experience, I have just word to say: AMAZING! It has been one of my most wonderful experiences which I would cherish for a long long time. I had some really good moments, got to know a bit more about myself, and yes, made some wonderful friends.
I hope the journey continues with as much fun and frolic as it has till now. Learnings will happen along the road, and for whenever a ‘tapri’ falls during a running play…. we will improvize. :)
--G--
A Special thanks to Quasar and to Team Thespo, without whom this would never have been possible. They were, infact, the starting point of the whole Journey. Lovely People. Lovely chemistry. Wonderful attitude. Never-Say-Die Hearts.
Thespo XIII Beckons.
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Photos Courtesy: Dilip, Anuj, Kartik
Another year ends
A new one begins
Life, it seems
Continues to play its own music
…and we
Continue to dance to its tunes.
---X---
The year 2010 draws to a close.
Like every other year, this year too leaves us with memories which, like the footprints on the sand, wait to be washed away by the waves of time.
Like every other year, technology took quicker steps towards the future, governments made more and better allies to safeguard their nations, new policies were made and newer ways to walk past it were found. Perspectives towards people and social norms changed, new heroes were born and older ones buried. We lost good people, and hoped better ones were born.
We all made promises.
Some we followed, others bit the dust.
And like always
We prayed for a better tomorrow.
Was this year any different from the rest of the years that went past us?
And would the coming year be any different from the one we wave goodbye to.
The answer, I guess, should not be looked for in these words written by a nobody or in someone else’s preaching. The answer lies within.
---X---
We make our own days
We create our own nights.
We live by ourselves.
We fight our own fights.
So, let the future be ruled by own.
Let the past begotten be gone.
For we all know
For whom the Bell tolls.
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Let the new year be the year of change.
Welcome 2011.
We are waiting.
