Friday, September 3, 2010

Luck is a slut who can sleep wth neone netime and can leave neone netime..

And one shuld nt get senti wth a slut. one dosent say thankyou or sorry to a slut ..

Or Luck is what happens to you when fate gets tired of waiting --- shantaram . understood its meaning only today

so d revised verison "Luck is a slut who sleeps with man brave enough to wait"



Thursday, September 2, 2010

Marine Drive - Wall bw two worlds!

A bright sunny afternoon after a long spell of rains and dampness makes you wonder what better can exist on this earth. Nature with its huge bag of pleasant surprises never stops controlling your thoughts. Sometimes it lifts ur sprits at other times make u all gloomy nd sad..

Today is one such bright occasion and to enjoy it I have a holiday so tht I can soak in the sunshine. Sitting at ever changing marine drive my thoughts are flowing. This is an amazing place. It makes that little philosopher inside u rise from its slumber. Poetry again starts flowing..

On one side of it the modern civilisation is displaying its best colours . The broad roads, most expensive cars running by, tallest of the buildings, nicely dressed people , couples playing with each other , teenagers laughing their heart out, it seems like human being has build a beautiful world for himself. It represents the infinite toil human kind has undertaken to replace the vast, deep ocean by this materialistic, shallow but beautiful world, the world which give birth to thousand of aspirations daily, the world which establishes the supremeness of mankind.
On the other side of it in deep contrast lies the magnificent, multicoloured sea with its surface shining brightly in some parts while others shadowed by the clouds overhead. Water has acquired the colour of sky. Waves splashing the stones on the shore, drenching them and scorpions resting on them with water. It is vast, deep and extends till it meet the sky. Thr at the horizon u can see the outlines of a ship as if it has gone as far as it can. Beneath its radiating surface, thr is another world, a world which is deep, unending and full of secrets, a world in which thousands of aspirations drown daily, a world which is free of all the materialistic pleasures and which makes u wonder how tiny u r in whole scheme of things, how shallow and how devoid of knowledge.

Two worlds separated by tiny wall as if offering the choice to people sitting on it busy devouring the scene with their eyes, to choose between two worlds...