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Marijuana Dreams

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It's kind of weird...I never knew relationships can have such an impact..its like a shot of unadulterated vodka...you never know when would it start hitting you...certainly not when u have it...and by the time it hits...you are beyond repair...puking on the floor...so high you don't even have the brains or wits to regret having that last shot when the entire humanity was crying for you to stop...its a weird feeling...like a really heavy hangover...only the part where you get sober after drinking three and a half cup of coffee is missing...its like your mind gets attuned to the world moving slowly...time increasingly going into a spiral...and you are at the centre of it...watching it approach you...but ever so slowly with constantly increasing speed...like its teasing you...I will be there before you know it...and so you wait...and its like one of those early 70s pop music videos with disco lights running berseck in every direction, or like those crazy depictions of ma

क्या समंदर भी कभी रोता होगा

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क्या समंदर भी कभी रोता होगा, किसी किनारे  जब रेत बाँहों से फिसलती है उसकी...  क्या समंदर भी कभी रोता होगा, किसी किनारे  जब सूरज हर रोज़ उसके सीने में पिघलता होगा, क्या समंदर भी कभी रोता होगा  यु तो बेहद मजबूर से है तेवर उसके, पर क्या वो भी कभी टूटता होगा, जैसे पिघलती है मोम आईने पे धीरे से  हर कदम को सँभालते हुए, जैसे हार रही हो हर चाल के साथ, क्या समंदर भी कभी रोता होगा, किसी किनारे  अपनी लहरों को मचलते देख  क्या समंदर भी कभी रोता होगा किसी शायर की ग़ज़ल के जैसे जब कोई उसकी गहराई को छुटा है, अपनी तन्हाई पे क्या समंदर भी कभी रोता होगा, किसी किनारे...  जैसे रुक गई हों ख्वाहिशें किसी मासूम की, वो तक़दीर के खेल पे  क्या समंदर भी कभी रोता होगा, किसी किनारे  कभी शाम को मैंने भी अपने गम समंदर में बहाएं हैं  क्या उनको अपने पलकों में समेत के  क्या समंदर भी कभी रोता होगा, किसी किनारे  सोचता होगा मेरी गहराई में दफन हैं राज़ कितने...  क्या उन कहानियों को दोहरा के अपने जेहेन में  क्या समंदर भी कभी रोता होगा, किसी किनारे - Ashk

Scotch and Words

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She used to chide me often...I need to tell her how much I love her...express...get her gifts..give her hugs...steal kisses when she least expected...where would u find a girl who comes with a manual on how to be a perfect and caring lover...her friends used to tell me..I'm lucky.. And stupid me..I often told her to be real...just like my love was...expressions I said need not be words..kisses need not always be stolen...smiles need not always be shared...for love does not come with a manual...love comes with a set of wild hearts...bent on taming the other...and its not the ones who win this battle who flourish in love...but its those who learn to loose these battles who live happily ever after... I still remember our fights...they were somehow different than the fights I had 6 months ago...did we change so much in 6 months...or did our love somberly hijacked logic in our brains...the debate was not if I should tell her how much I love her...the debate was whether it wa

I shall live to Garner Experiences

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A Sunday spent lazing around…literally doing nothing…. Perfect….Life cannot be better !! But then the night draws near and I start thinking, what is that which I fear the most. There is this feeling that keep nagging somewhere in the heart. That feeling of another day gone by. This is not the fear of death. This is not the fear of growing old. This is the fear of loosing out on time. This is the fear of not having enough experiences in life to feel good about. This is about not having made enough mistakes in life to feel healed of, from the corrective paths you take. It’s the fear of knowing exactly how the next day looks like. The realization that you need to be excited about something which will happen the next day, something which you are not aware of. You may meet someone you have never met before, you may read a new book, you may have a dialogue on atheism with another enlightened soul, or you may end up writing a note to the you 30 years from now. That is what mak

The Opera Lights

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In the background of opera lights, I had seen her cry... Those delicate pearls upon her satin handkerchief, she had so gracefully plucked them away.. Her profile,the demeanour that she held as she sat, did it ever flicker in composure, even if; i could not perceive... The muscles abound her beauty bones, were they taut, the streak of golden string of her evening gown upon her bare shoulder, sheepishly shone the single bead of perspiration besides... Her eyes did not follow the subtle movements of the violinist for the first time that night.. they shielded the window to her thoughts, like opaque mirror they stood... "Are you fine, young lady?" that pristine smile never betrayed her lie... The satin touched her crystal eyes a few more times, the opera dimmed for the last lines, as the romeo died, I still think I saw her cry... -Ashk

An essay on Self & Beyond ...

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The distinction of 'self' and 'beyond' has been the sole marker that has helped humans rise above the level of plain animal instinct claim the protagonist; the sole bane- the reason for the segregation of the society,claims the antagonist, on the other hand. Like a motion picture flowing in its rhythm the story has its ups and downs and both the ce ntral  characters have their time - "I told you so" moments. So first, the preface. Science, in modern time is not limited to one domain, and the sapient have been burning the night oil, to bring about an integration of the various aspects of human learning. And the debate of the supremacy, or at times, even the legitimacy, of philosophy or Science has been raging for ages now. There have been proponents of the theory that neither of these can exist sans other. While most still adhere to the notion of a valley between the two poles. Where I'm getting to is this distinction and how to treat this in the

Because he knew he could..

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He did not leave his soul and body to become one with the universe..because he knew he could do that..any day...he may just decide to not wake up one day...become another foggy light in the memory of those he knew knew of his existence...he was aware of the pain he would cause those who really cared for him...in the eerie silence before the final act when his mind and heart dueled to decide whether to be a 'was' or to remain a non-existant 'is'..he could hear in that moment of silence the screams of disbelief of his friends...and the triumphant 'I always thought he would end up that way' of his true friends...just before his vision was smeared..clogged...with that single drop of tear in his eyes while the air around him mysteriously disappeared as if giving him a feel of what life would be after life...in that moment he saw her smiling,crying,laughing,not believing what she was hearing..still holding him in an embrace..still respecting his decision and c

Drawing Parallels !!

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I am a big fan of Manchester United – the Red Devils. And being such a fanatic, it pains me severely to see how much we have suffered in the last 2 years. Previous season was a complete disaster with a dismal 7th position in the league, and no qualification for the much aspired Champions League. Now, it’s a fact that Sir Alex stepped down as the manager after 27 years of thick and thin. Add to that the fact that we had a manager (David Moyes) who had a starkly different style of operation tactically,  and an altogether different way of dealing with his players. So what went wrong? - Lack of Transition Management – From a 4-4-2 attacking, fluid play style of play, suddenly MANU shifted to a 4-4-2 contain, pass-and-play kind of mentality. Of course, the players would have known what is coming their way. After all Everton (Moyes’ previous team) had been constantly rising over the last 2 years and would have been thoroughly analysed. However, the key question to ask is that whe