My creation.
Hey all, instead of sharing my thoughts on this or that, this time, i thought i’d share a poem. This is my best so far, i think. Its untitled. Please tell me what you think of it. 
ne of the greatest mysteries of life,
the mystery of Tomorrow.
A rain, or sunshine,
or a simply starlit night sky it would bring.
Hitherto unknown, to this little fellow,
calls himself man.
Man indeed,
in search of tomorrow
, a tomorrow that never comes.
To be secure, his aim,
to know the future his desire.
time is nothing,
but an illusion.
Illusion , one of the many.
The more you tread into it,
the more you are pulled in.
O little one.
See it from afar,
coz that is life,
The life of today. t
he life is today.
A beautiful twilight,
a splendid transition
.For one bird is dead,
many are awaken.
Crows are cawing,
this very morning,
A night there,
a morning here
Its just a moment
,repeating itself.
Over and over till you lose your self in it..
Let go, let go, O little one,
time is but a burden, time is but a solution.
Man, oh man indeed,
See the truth, t
he light of the day,
Of today,
Of yesterday,
Of tomorrow.
Not without my (unrelated) Brother!!
Sometimes, i just want to give him a nice hard kick. The times, when he isnt on time, or when he forgets something.
Something? I guess he forgets everything. Except his Chelsea match timings ofcourse!! 
For instance, i asked him to describe me, my personality, in turn for describing his. “Later” he said. (after receiving his own description of course.)
That Procrastinating Lazy Ass!
15 days later , i ask him again and he says, “Surely, in a while”
ANNNNDDDD…. I lose it! I use some typical swear words on him.
And then, he asks me to check out his blog. HE WRITES A WHOLE GODDAMN BLOG ABOUT ME! so much for the description!
And not only that, he posts a really pretty picture of me on facebook, that he took without my notice!
(Considering how lazy he is, THAT is serious work!! )
That is my Bhulakkad, bhukkad Bhai. (Forgetful, foodie brother) .
We aint blood related, and yet we share this great bond. :)
Anything and everything that I bake, has to have a share for him. Its an inevitable part of my baking life 
We fight over more or less everything, and it is tiring for other friends and fellows. Cuz we both are feirce individuals who just WONT GIVE UP!!
But, when two hours later, we are sharing our thoughts on how weird that Beiber chick is, people have to gape on, but not anymore. Everyone is used to our mutual mood swings now.
He aint the type you can do emotional chatter with. Coz on most such topics, all he can say is “hmm”. And for such a person, he can get surprisingly emo at times. {I mean A blog? Cmon, a BLOG on me???!!}
And, he never seems to stop surprising me…the minute i take him to be just another ungrateful friend, he does something to blow me off! something for his “sister-esque” friend, as he says. =)
That, is my cute, friendly, lazy, easily excited, metal head, photographer, ‘Paka mat’, borther-esque friend
And before he says his typical, “Paka mat, kitna kheechegi?”(how much will you stretch this) I end this post with a BIG thank you and a bigger “love you” to my Bruzzer! XD
“Be my Valentine”? NO THANKS!
I’m ultra busy, yet I had to post this. I wanted it to be posted today, on Valentine’s day.
Of Ice Creams, and Cold Creams!
This morning on the way to Kurla, i suddenly realized something. I didn’t feel the need for my Shawl, or Jacket anymore. Winter had left Mumbai, after the short romantic fling with it. It was officially, bye bye winter, until next year etc etc…
If I were an Indian Television Producer (Or if I headed Balaji Telefilms)
Are you one of those who despise..no wait …HATE the way indian soaps are now-a-days??
So am I. It can really shock one that the country which used to have soaps like Buniyaad and Shanti, could have degraded so much. And this is the face behind it all. Or at least most of it. 
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