I stroll !

My memory lane goes too long.. to distances, I sometimes regret, sometimes rejoice ! But my imagination.. my better world.. goes distances/places I never regret.. a world where I'm happy.. surroundings are smiley.. sun in serene.. rain is romantique !

My world.. not so big.. a boundary-less miniature; with whole lotta greenery.. fresh water.. friends.. fun.. love and burger king :)

'Romantiques' once made.. go on smooth and with time gain aroma of that antique wine, romantiques relish ! So.. no heart breaks.. no lost-love vows.. just 'u n me' and we break open a bottle of wine.. whole lotta love !

Friends are easy.. limited.. 'there'.. u can talk out your heart.. have beers at lake rocks.. talk movies, sports, girls, figures (;)), sex ! Pull his legs until he's creepy with words.. but get him to a nice pub.. he's bro again ! He may talk shit.. but he is dear.. and though seen in movies only.. we are one strong-to-go-real-life bunch ! And when you're upset.. they listen.. pat your back, tell you that its gonna be ok.. u say cheers.. and the booze-buddy combo helps you be an optimist and things start working !

I'm listening to Led Zeppelin :)

Dhruv..

Shit and Shit

My music player.. is in repair; for 5 days now;

I reach college @ 11.. don't get any of my course books in library, they don't even have 'em.. Fuck.. why do we even pay them for non-existent-labs, torture-teachers.. good ones last for at the most three months.. wackiest ones stay to screw every possible ass.. 4 years.. this college has given me every possible shit.. as the end nears.. i crave more for it.. all i've had here is friends-for-life-for-sure-bros some gyaan and a job.. and that's it.. no fucking else matters.. i find the people unnecessarily foul-sour speaking/thinking.. damn-it self obsession.. they come ahead, eye every buck i have.. ask me for it by sword pointing my 'term-work' on account of some fucking 'alumini' or 'fine' for some totally non-substantial issue.. i've to beg to money-brooding organization to pay the dues they owe me.. they flatly refuse.. then again.. i can't do any damn thing.. while others make memories.. my fucking notes get a flashy 'L'.. why ?.. because.. "you went home for some important work.. but you committed a crime Joe..! BIG BIG crime.. its morally ethically wrong..!" Now your master is going home.. fucking his holiday is fine.. faces I'd never miss.. rather would piss on.. give me a photo ! But their are always exceptions.. no hard feelings for 'em.. i love 'em.. owe then for what they taught me..;

Fare-well.. damn you fucked me and my friends well..;

They follow something similar outside too.. the shit they fill in mass makes the mass more unfriendly to me.. to my friends.. they ought to stop it.. they are no-where contributing to nation.. to society.. where are the values in their 'value based education'.. where is the friendliness.. ease.. softness.. love.. amongst people.. why do their steps want to curb the small unities which develop.. where is the human side to student treatment.. whats so great.. so prestigious in them.. which makes 'em take a walk while someone tries to explain his problem.. prejudice.. why.. why treat an individual with mass like notion;

'We'.. the people.. hehe.. seems like a joke to me now for how they deal with things to ensure its survival;

This is the enD

May be.. i'm afraid..

The High-way back !

So.. settling the things.. negotiating the sub-states of semi-consciousness I, with Sagar along.. take off on my churrrrrrrrr activa.. for my place.

Silence, night, street lights diffusing, empty roads.. colorfully faded vision ;).. a perfect i-want-to-see.. thanks to the perfect number of pecks.. each with a perfect composition.. thanks to the trusted Monk !

So.. my activa glides on.. and in the way we halt at his place and have food and pick up some books :).. damn hungry we were and Chinoo..the cat was as usual busy with himself !

Further in journey to Koregaon Park.. I feel my eyes closing while my bike is taking more of curvy paths and at higher speeds.. both being against my wishes of straighter paths and lower speeds ! Then we pass an even curvier SNDT road and my path is curvier than ever !

Suddenly, Sagar plugs-in a piece of his ear phones into my left ear and AC~DC takes from me the responsibility of the futher ride.. he knows ;)

I just reached home.. I'm safe.. Do drink lil-lil and drive safe-slow.. fun !

Dhruv !

A Lyrical Musical Morning Way...!

From many mornings since I've had my music player with me and have developed a strong liking for Lucky Ali.. my morning rides have been kinda similar and b'ful !

My play-list starts with 'Aks'.. the ballad gets me completely and while I cross the generally-shadowed-but-enlightened-by-morning-sun South Main Road.. I feel a pinch of missing love !

By the time I reach Ruby Hall.. its 'Anjaani Raahon Mein'. The lyrical masterpiece that it is; makes me relate the words to the love for my country, feeling of oneness and a hint of thought of the 'Summer' girl with 'jhilmilati aankhein' n 'bholi si adaa'.. and home !

..and when its cloudy-non-sunny-gloomy kinda day.. 'Baadlon Ki Gehrayee' makes sense to me !

As I cross JM.. 'Dekha Hai Aisa Bhi' tells me about myself and leaves me eager to travel through my country and makes me want to get the missing love :)

No sooner does he mellifluously sings 'Dil gaaye jaa'.. I feel happier and recall the happier abstracts of the b'ful life !

Nearing Karve Road.. I hum along '..kabhi kabhi akele mein humko aisa lagta hai'.. no recalls/relations.. I just love the melody too much !

'Gori Teri Aankhein' gives quite a realistic description of a girl I wish could've reciprocated to my friend's love for her.. a girl I wish I knew, for all her colors and her morning-out-of-sleep-still-in-dream eyes ! The raw-grungy voice adds to the feel !

I start to compare my present struggle b/w adolescence-adulthood to my childhood.. and realize that 'Jab hum chhote hote the..' is so true. Damn.. it was so good not being a grown-up :(.. This realization comes along with me reaching the college and now it makes more sense.. Now its submissions-attendance-assignment-writeups against nature-innocence-austerity-love..

May not have a great day.. may have to fake things, lie, cheat, feel disgust, frustration against life, system... but the journey and the accompanying music surely make the beginning of the day a great one ! :)

Dhruv..

The Window Seat..

Cut/uncut gold.. brought to color by a setting sun which fills some aura into the field patterns..

Village cricket with an earthy feel and the distant huts like miniatures in a craft exhibit..

Shaped/unshaped trees..each with a different sense of beauty; a different story to tell..

Paths cutting through endless fields.. each leading to an unknown destination I wish to be once at..

Vivid scarecrows, the ones I've always doubted on functionality, to shoo away birds that may harm the crop.. the shapes and colors are quite amusing though !

Sunflower fields.. making me recall 'Dilwale Dulhaniya Le Jayenge' like visuals. Got no words.. they are so full of austerity and beauty !

Bird groups with a patterned flight.. leaving home together or may be returning to it ! I wonder how do they organize and settle for the shape of their flying fleet !

A father farmer with his beta farmer returning home on their tractor, tracing a rocky-dirty path.. they are happy. Makes me believe that its the destination that matters more than the path when you've had a tiring day !

Trains gushing and rushing back to perhaps where you came from, give a glimpse of a person, whom probably you won't ever see again in life..

Those huge trussy structures.. tirelessly carrying the power that you and I get to use and waste !

Unchanged paths and rail-tracks for ever changing generations.. miss you maa, papa..

Frequent milestones depicting some figures that I don't understand.. not getting an answer to this, my 'guy-perspective' momentarily urges me to believe that it might be the 'figure' of earth at !

Life's good :)

Dhruv..

A Village Damsel..a figment of imagination !

I picture Harry..the shy guy strolling down a walkway, lit at long shadow distances, whilst aimlessly kicking the pebbles coming by his way...he doesn't have a way..

He has had great times in life. Four years back he was this boy in this big town..everything was new and wow. He found new friends; saw hardships in life; found love; lost love....life's good great..but not so-wished-for at times ! Harry is imaginative..a loner; he likes company but doesn't really enjoy each of it..likes some specific people to be around !
While alone..he imagines; he writes; he snaps; he misses ! This night..while rambling down the walkway he thinks of a village girl... He once happened to see an ethnic 'banjaran' girl near a settlement of theirs, around his high-school. The image has long lived in his mind..the girl was beautiful. She had these deep oceanic eyes and the under-lids were lined black with kajal..her face was this perfectly carved motioned piece of sculpture..a little darkness in her complexion added to her charm. Her perfectly curved-sized ears had these n numbers of ear rings...none so shiny but all just so perfect ! She was clad in that so colorful-mirrored pair of ghagra-choli as if to reflect away all the evil...she was pure...with white armlets covering a major portion of her seemingly long hands...she had this perfectly shaped body; all curves in perfect-proportionate shape..straight out of a beautiful hand made painting of a damsel...damsel..she was there..right in Harry's eyes..a dream pictured !

Dhruv..

...when Harry 'couldn't' meet Sally

Harry befriended Sally almost 3 and half years back.

For those initial few months of their time together..Harry was the luckiest guy in the world. He loved everyone and everyone loved him. World was his...and he won hearts. In his college..he met Sally; a sweet-cute-aggressive-caring-feeble girl and one fine day they were friends..

Harry had been in love, was in love but he knew it..this thing with Sally..was something special ! Sally was friend..and more. She cared for him like anything and he loved being pampered..and in turn loved her. She became his best friend. He could talk his heart out to her and she assured him that she'd always be there. When that cop caught Harry for entering a 'No-Entry'; Sally came to rescue. God..Sally drove fast !
In that fun eve in college...she was this crazy girl to be there in those green minis. They had their specifics with the coffee and while Harry was an iceberg..Sally was an eskimo. They studied together and made a lot of fun of each other. She was this caring-best-bud of Harry and though she hurt him sometimes...their relation didn't weaken !

What a girl :)

Sally loves shopping..Harry thinks it makes her happie and he never questions her frequent sprees...she can get these rum colored strands of hair and sport 'em with so much of ease. She has this metal key chain bearing her name and often Harry gets 'em to trouble her. He loves troubling her...rather...enjoys :) But then again...she is her best bud and its just her..whom he can take for an ice-cream, tie those balloons to her hands and she'd still manage that cuteness :) She slaps Harry very often, calls her those not-so-abusive abuses but makes those stupid diagrams for his journals when he is too late or lethargic to get 'em done on his own ! She lends an ear to everything stupid/serious he has to say. She comes a long distance with him just to have the momos he wants her to have..rather have 'em with her :) She is, at times....almost every time, troubled with problems..which more often are born 'cause....she cares..that's her..and that's why everyone who knows her..loves her ! Harry too..and she knows :)

Harry and Sally don't see each other as frequently, as they once used to. Things have changed...times have changed. They have a sweet history and moments to remember..Now there are times when Harry can't meet Sally...he wishes they could ! Harry misses Sally and their time together !

Sally is awesome...Sally should always be happy...Sally shall have the most caring and loving man in her life...Sally's man shall get everything she could ever wish...and...Harry shall always be there for her.

These are Harry's thoughts when he misses Sally and can't meet her...and most of all..can't have that once-in-a-lifetime time with her :(

Dhruv..