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इंतज़ार था किसी के पैघाम का   दोस्त था मैं बस नाम का   मैं हार गया उसे याद कर के   अब मैं नहीं रहा उसके किसी काम का   आज हुए हम उनके भूले बिसरे गीत हैं   नाराज़गी में भी उनके एक मीत है   उम्मीद तो है उनसे एक मुलाक़ात की   सच तो ये है की हम उनके अतीत हैं   कल जब हम अकेले पड़ जाएंगे   उनके ज़ख्मो में अड़ जाएंगे   कोशिश करेंगे की हम मरहम बने   वरना उनके रगों में गड जाएंगे  

For some of my friends in the circle, they were quick enough to reach on top of the career at a very young age and they were already printing notes. I started looking at them as an example and for a moment, I felt to follow the same path. Somehow, I didn’t; because I couldn’t. My life as a lecturer was well set and I loved the way I worked, the way I lived and most importantly, the way students responded. Though I wasn’t a popular figure in the academics, I was known for what I did the best; PJs at my best. Trying to tickle some funny bones, I always took a different path while doing something within the pedagogy. Most of my senior faculty members were surprised to see my unconventional way of completing the syllabus. It was very difficult for me to be such a strict professor because I too was once a student and I still loved to be one. Every student reminded me of things that I never did while I was a student. I still tried to maintain the minimum decorum while I was around in t...

Are you a living or making one for life? Oh Success! Are you a double-edged sword or a sharp knife? You get us or we get you till death, Alas! The irony ends the paradoxical strife. Whether you are in control or out of it, My dear respect! Only you bring in the righteous profit. You either get rich or enriched, Indeed! The bottomline is a free spirit. You cannot be a saint nor are you a phantom. Oh dear world! All the happiness cannot be random. You live for yourself or for everyone in it, Help yourself! Coexistence can anytime be fun.

Mumbai is an ocean. And I am once again focussing on the same topic. It’s not that I have a huge grudge against this place, and especially against those living here. The reason I thought of writing down this piece of my dusty feeling was to get out of my closet and speak. From past one month, I was thinking of penning down all my frustrations onto a word doc and put it on my blog, but work had been on top of my priority list, but now I’ve got some time and here it is. I’ve begun to share. Lots of things are happening since I’ve come to this place. First things first; I am badly missing home, homemade food, and being at home. To some extent, I’ve lost weight and my jeans are getting wrinkled because of the extra holes that I’ve punched in my belt; but that’s immaterial. The weekdays pass normally and the only time that sucks is in the weekend. You either spend the whole day sleeping, or washing your clothes in a 6X8 bathroom. And when you have just one Sunday to call as your weeke...

In the darkest days and in the brightest ways, I’ve found friends, I’ve lost a few. Life has always started anew, And every time I’ve remembered you In the longest days and in the shortest nights, I dreamt of you without a backward glance. Life has always given me a second chance, And you’ve missed me well in advance. In the busiest times and the silent mimes, I’ve expressed and whispered in pain. Life has quickly passed in the fast lane, And you’ve always been my strongest cocaine.