The Change Fundas

I looked back at the posts So much has changed, but it's just the same as well When you look back and link it looks like a clear dominoes play Today seems like interconnected play of events that lead to today But the present never makes the sense it should You stare at it Look it up Sideways Too to bottom Around it Nothing seems to make sense That is all that we constantly try.... To make sense Plan Make it better Should be like a symphony Little do we know it is already a symphony We can't see it ....

Over an Year No posts, oh my Dear What Happened Blog has become Abandoned  After a very long time I sat Online Staring at the wall looking for a start Line What is it with this new Job I seemed to have been Robbed Where is the time, I just dont Know When I look at the river flowing fast, I just see the end of the Canoe  The change has Come Nothing seems to get Done Let this post turn the Leaf I will now need to leave back some old Beliefs

Decided to take an Auto/ rick to the airport. Took out music and plugged in There was the usual trrrrrr; the traffic.. the 'mucch-mucch' of the city. I increased the volume. It was on random number as usual and clicked till I reached 'noise' of the music to numb the 'noise' of the road. It was quite a feeling. I used to be on these roads more often than now. I used to drive around here for work... through the 'mucch-mucch'! I just dimmed the clutter by increasing the 'noise' and experienced the city.. in its true essence. the patterns...and I could not help myself flow into the spiral of life and work. I was shaken out by the sudden swerve we took; as if brought one layer up; the layers on ' Inception ' But I was still few layers in; but the jerks in life dont stop...So they? No.. 'no pattern continues in the continuum ' and Then I pulled myself out completely, by increasing the 'noise' and seeing everything around me as t...

Slept in the afternoon today after many weekends. And slept well. When I woke up I was in a blur, like where I am types. I remembered that there was a time many years ago: the lazy hot summer holidays. They would come every year. I have vivid memories of those times when it was way too hot to play outside and we would be indoors and there was the 'sound of the fan'. I am not sure if some of you have ever heard the sound of the fan. It has a unique association in my mind. Like some people have their minds run away in the sway when they look at the sea or the sky or even the moon! Well long ago the sound of the fan in the hot summer would put me into those blank long shot moments. The continuous sound is similar to a trance causing repetitive sound. Now when I think about it or get a very very very rare opportunity to experience the same, I feel that it was an era that has long passed. An era when there was 'TIME'. I feel we have lost it now. There is very little of it le...

I lay on the bed with clothes strewn. Crumpled and pushed in a bundle at the edge of the bed. The pilow over it Inteha- Jagjit's latest album playing on the winamp - which had been captured lately by newly received Spanish and Italian numbers. I was magically transported to my college hostel room. Manish would play his Marasim with the Yellow bulb glowing in his corner of the room and he would be there. Just there. As if... inside the title track.... Haath Choote hai toh rishtey nahin choota karta... It flashed back so vividly. The campus roads The hangouts.... The guys and the girls with whom we played what now seem like games only! The rides on tractor-backs loaded with wheat or sugarcane. Hot summers and " Tandoori Aloo Parathas with Lassi" at Bhola's Dhaba! The the drowsy lectures that entailed where would be busy playing BULL-COW on paper to keep us awake. The sights of fights during the exams and what followed.... My thoughts just flowed into the time that seem...