The one-sided game

It's been a year now since I committed the biggest mistake of my life, I wonder if there exists an exit to this endless way of moving on.

I remember the things that I used to love,
The pavement that linked the house of knowledge with the house of faith,
One end of which homed my Alma mater,
Another end of which homed the temple of Lord Shiva,

I was committed to going there at the same time each day,
I miss the lush green lane, the smell of the petrichor and shine of the rainbow,
I miss the rings of the bells, songs of the birds and the chant of the prayers,
Amidst of all, I miss the beautiful smile of the one who greeted me every day,
I believed that even she was committed to coming to the same place, at the same time.

I asked for commitment, she yearned for separation,
I talked about beauty, she saw the ugliness,
I preached for love, she granted me hatred,
And when all your prayers are unheard, you realize,
Love is supposed to be a two-sided game,
But hatred is and will always b…

Son to Father

Not everyone is compatible with every other. When you try to overstay with someone who is incompatible, things complicate. This is true for any relation that you have. Whether he/she is your mother, sister, uncle, brother, boy/girlfriend or simply a friend. Compatibility is always questionable. Let me introduce you to one of the most complicated relationship that I ever had - the relationship with my Father.
If you are born to a typical Indian middle-class family, then find yourself lucky as everything is defined since your birth. Your growth, your career, your marriage, your emotions and your time - everything is already defined by your parents. You are just expected to walk on the path shown to you. You may fall. But you must not fail. Your father is your torch-bearer. Whatever he says is bound to be true. Whatever he expects is bound to enlighten your future. Whatever he leaves you with is bound to make you happy ever after. How can life be complex in this situation?  Everything i…

Nobody cares

You went for a vacation in the hills, You met the ghats and the beautiful terrains of the plaintiff, You saw the most lovely scenes of nature, Which made you learn some important life lessons, And now you wish to share some of them with others, Without giving a second thought to the fact that, Nobody cares for what you ever did!
You are a highly reputed persona, Everyone knows the height of your dedication, And the width of your confidence, You are respected for your strength, Unfortunately, you are just another dust in the sand, There are a billion others who are unaware of your existence, Nobody, on this earth, cares for who you are!
You invested ten thousand hours in mastering the art of belly dance, You lost several pounds to get the perfect shape, You did the same step over and over again, Just to get that small bend perfectly timed, You were given a shortcut to learning it quick and dirty. But you refused it, cause you loved the art, You practiced it hard, you gave it all your ti…

Dil Aziz - Dheeraj and Subhash - Guitar Chords

JioSaavn has recently started promoting individual artist on their streaming platform. This week, they promoted a single by two visually impaired artist from Ranchi, Jharkhand - Dheeraj and Shubhash. It was produced by The Mellow Turtle. Although, in a country where mainstream Bollywood music shadows all individual artist, this one overpowered and emerged as a success. I wish great success to them in the future.

Here are the chords for the song. I have tried to keep as close to the original as possible:

Dil Aziz hai, Tumhe de dun kaise.
F#m               C#m

F#m               E     F#m

Dil Aziz hai, Tumhe de dun kaise. x2
F#m              C#m
Dil Aziz hai, sanson ke jaise. x2
E                   F#m

Tu asar hai dua ki, Aur murat wafa ki.
F#m                       C#m
Tera andaaz kaatil, Khoobsurat ada bhi.
E                             D      F#m

F#m                        E          F#m

Tu asar hai dua ki, Aur murat wafa ki.
F#m                       C#m 
Tera andaaz kaatil, Khoobsurat ada …

The best birthday of my life

You are a mad genius. Happy birthday Sushant!
You will go a long way in your life, So long that every person whom you had ever met would say, "Hey, I was his friend!"
Let this be the best birthday of your life.
Even I love you more than anyone else in this world. Not exactly in the way you want me, But, way apart! No one in this world would ever be able to replace your stature in my heart.
Let us spend the last 6 months of our life together in such a way, That each of the moment would always make you smile, Even after 10 years down the line.
I only have a small wish for you, Never ever in your life would you purposely close the doors of happiness, You deserve all the happiness in the world. 

It was not. It was the worst birthday of my life. And I can never explain the pain that I went through during the last few days of my college. I can never forget these words. I cried the moment I read them. It might sound too shallow to you. One day, I will gather enough courage to tell you the story b…


Ehsaas is the dramatics society of Birla Institute of Technology, Mesra. It is one of those names with whom I have always tried to avoid an association; One of those names whom I have least appreciated; One of those names who have been very close to my heart. It's not the club that is close. It is the people who were a part of this club. It is they who have taught me some of my most important life lessons.

As usual, I don't write for anyone else to read it (that is one of the reasons I blog instead of posting such writeups on facebook). I write for myself and anybody who is interested can go through based on their interest (of course, who has the time to go through other's life?).

My journey in this club started with a workshop organized by the club in the month of August 2015. I left out all my priorities to attend this workshop. The workshop was a two-day annual dramatics workshop. Junior year students were organizers and senior year students were judges. I got to meet …

Last Day

The last day of college has arrived. Everyone has packed up their bags and ready to leave college. Everyone is making a promise to each other that they will miss each other, they will stay in touch. At the same time, everyone knows the truth that none of them are going to happen. There is a difference between being in touch and being with each other. Someone being in front of you gives you a sense of completeness that would be missing now. We made a similar promise to our school mates four years ago. Some of them are still in touch. But, I don't really feel the need to meet them and discuss my life with them. It is only when destiny makes us face each other that I would like to open a few secrets to mine to them. Till then, they will only be in my memory. The friendship won't lose its value. It would only be buried deep inside my heart. The values would pop up again when I meet them.

I remember each person whom I had met and had shared some bond with. I might not remember eac…