Some of the Poems I have strated liking...

You Learn After a while
you learn the subtle difference Between
holding a hand and chaining a soul,

And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning
And company doesn't mean security.

And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts
And presents aren't promises,
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open
With the grace of a woman,
not the grief of a child,

And you learn to build all your roads on today
Because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans
And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.

After a while you learn...
That even sunshine burns if you get too much.


So you plant your garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.


And you learn that you really can endure...

That you really are strong

And you really do have worth...

And you learn and learn...

With every good-bye you learn.




~Jorge Luis Borges.

IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;

If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
if you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,

Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,

And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

:Kipling

Tress Pass

I was having a quite a normal Friday, when suddenly someone poked me to pamper myself. Imagine if somebody gives a person like me the compliment that u have a nose like Nicole Kidman. Someone like me can be inferred from the fact that my room mates are getting special tax benefits from Govt. Of India under serving the Migrants Act because Govt think they are serving a Starving Somalian (Meeeeeeeeeeeeee) .And my aunt checked the atlas to validate whether UK has merged with Nigeria (After seeing me she is dead sure that my company sends people to Africa on name of onsite). So itna sab kuch janne par agar koi aapko ache se compliment de u feel like pampering urself, so I went to L’Oreal (Quite Costly, but that’s what pampering means). I thought to have my mane checked and hence asked for a haircut.
I was looking for some familiar face there but as I’m a rarity in the beauty saloons as public in Ram gopal Verma’s film, I didn’t find any. The counter person referred me to Bronzy, and a body builder took me inside (pakka wo sure hoga ki yeh ladki under ki duniya dekh kar bhaag jayegi, ya phir unhe riots hone ka dar hoga, as other people will never allow person like me to be next to them). That body-builder asked me to sit and went out, mujhe laga ki ab koi sundar se ladki aayegi and baalo ko achi si champi degi (please don’t take it in any other sense, I was simply dreaming of my hostel days jab hum sab 1 line me baith kar sar par champi karwaya karte the). But as I’m the favorite comedy of the life, to my full horror that Body-builder turned out to be Bronzy Body-Builder (ya he was BRONZY, after this I’ve actually become an active member of Stop Unisex Name Committee). So he started with the washing of my tresses (I’m dead sure that L’Oreal people are highest water tax payer, he must have used so much water ki pure Bangalore ko 2 days ki water supply tabaah hogayi hogi ). Aur to aur aadhe baal to mere uske dar ki wajah se hi tut gaye hoge.
Sitting on a high chair, which can make even a toddler look like Bipasa Basu and getting mane maintenance (kitna solid & technical naam lagta hai na?) from a body builder can be a nightmare come true, and over that his questions: like which hair cut u need, what should be the upper length, lower length, the distinction length and the style; can drive anyone crazy. But me without being deterred by all the adversities, simply prayered to God & thought this can never be tough then the engg. papers which I have successfully given. So I told him ki do whatever u want to do with my hairs, bas I should not look like Anupam Kher in Lead India. After which he didn’t ask me a single question (usse pata chal gaya tha meri frequency ka) so I simply closed my eyes. After a siesta of half an hour, I felt some hot balloon bursting on my head, and checked out that the Bronzy is having a machine gun in his hand to shoot me,yaar har kisiki limit hoti hai sahan karne ki (ussi waqt I decided that I’ll actually resign from my company if I come out alive from this saloon), bhagwaan to bas yehi chahte hai ki I resign from my company and that Machine gun turned into a hair dryer. But after seeing machine gun in ones hair dresser’s hand, only Bush can sleep; and being on just a single step higher to Bush in IQ section, I moved out of my sleeping beauty mode. After some 1 hour bronzy stopped the gun and asked me to look into my hairs from back; and what’s this? I saw the whole curls & they were beautiful. First of all I remembered the Mentos Ad and I thought ki beta paaka isne tujhe Anupam Kher bana dala hai aur yeh sab ussi ko chupane ke liye hai. But the looks in other people’s eyes made me think ki may be they are for real. And that’s how I got my first Curls, and I’m loving it.
So I came to cash counter and heard it ringing (I was afraid of the hole in my purse, but believe me it was not such a big one and its worth that), but there I saw the Ibzie (she was there when I went to saloon first time with one of My Mallu friend) and as I guess both of them have had a crush for each other. And me being as popular among shop keepers as pani puri in any Indian city, she recognized me. And thanks Vikas, because of u I got a discount of 62 Rs. I owe a treat to u over that, waise I have told her that u are actually missing her and wishing to come to Bangalore to just meet her .and one more thing I have cleared that u r single and very much ready to mingle after which she has actually offered me tender coconut.
No matter what ever I have told about Bronzy, he is great in his work, and I’ll recommend everyone to go to L’Oreal and get a Mane Check there. Because u Worth it.