P.S. I Love You

Another self composed poem. When it comes from the heart the words are just a mere formality. The feelings speak clearer and louder. Happy reading J


There may not be love,
It still isn’t late,
But there is a bond,
You may call it fate.

We may not talk,
You may be tired,
I'll forgo my sleep,
To make you feel desired.

You call me names,
It doesn’t even matter,
As long as you're with me,
My hopes wont shatter.

You look at me,
With such beautiful eyes,
I feel like a child,
who's won the first prize.

When you're so down,
And still you're sane,
You make me fall for you,
All over again!

I want us to work,
And I'll be there for you,
I'd give up anything,
To book a table for two!

The love won’t fade,
You can count on me,
It took me an eternity,
To make you see.

Don’t mock me now.
My feelings are true,
I might not say it, but
P.S. I Love You!

Hachiko-A Dog's Story!

There are very few stories that touch your heart. In this world of no emotions and empathy we seldom realize that we need to get in connection with the spirit within to let our heart take over our mind. So, let me tell you the story of Hachiko!

“Hachiko-A dog story” is a movie not many would be aware of! It’s a movie based on a true story. The only difference is the story is put forth with the perspective of a dog. The movie deals with the unconditional love the dog showers on his master, expecting just nothing in return! It’s just overwhelming to see the dog so attached to his master that it’s inseparable from him. It goes everyday with him to the train station and returns obediently just to wait for him outside, with a gait even us humans would be jealous of!

The story gets all the more heart-wrenching when one day the professor, according to his customary routine, gestures Hachiko to come with him to the station. That day Hachiko did nothing and just barked at him like a wild dog. Sensing something unusual, but getting late for the train too, the professor asks him to come with him one last time and then leaves .

Hachi, as they called him, just went to his shed and picked up the wretched ball that the professor had always been insistent about for Hachi to fetch. That day Hachi did fetch the ball as dogs are said to have a sixth sense. Hachi sensed his master was in trouble and wanted to show him that it’s not safe out there for him and stop him. So, he ran like a hare to the train station and intercepted the professor. The professor was on the seventh cloud seeing Hachi with a ball in his mouth. He made everybody see how Hachi had executed his first fetch and gloated like a little child.

It was to Hachi’s utmost dismay that the professor didn’t change his mind of leaving him. The dog just sat in front of the station waiting for the master.

That day the professor died of a cardiac arrest.

The most touching part of the tale that started in 1923 and ended in 1935 was that every single day, for the next nine years, Hachi waited for his master like a true loyalist. His tale among the commuters on the trains coming to that very station was brought forward by a leading daily.

If there was someone who loved the professor unconditionally and from the core of his heart, it was Hachiko.

This write-up would appeal to any person who has a dog, for his mate, at his home. The sheer love and affection you shower on your dog never go waste as the poor thing is always by your side, even when you despise him!

The moment my movie finished, I went to my dog(Junior) and hugged him like never before. Maybe it bewildered him, but I was at peace! Sometimes you just need to show what you feel like for someone, even to your own self!

This is dedicated to my Hachi........Junior!

"Aaj Holi Hai!"

The write-up is not even remotely connected to our festival of colours. This is a piece which many of our bikers and two-wheeler mates would relate to.

It is an event that happened in Chandigarh-the city beautiful, where cops have a reputation of being stringent and strict to the core for trespassers of the traffic laws. We think that we are so smart and jugaadu that we can con even the smartest guy around, but that is where our confidence trudges past the line and makes us pay.

Wasting no time and coming to the sequence of events that happened with my dear friend. It so happened that at one traffic signal my friend, who by the way thinks that wearing a helmet is a waste because his hair gets all messed up, was stopped by a big burly traffic cop. As a proper procedure that we’ve been following through time immemorial, he asked the cop to be easy on him and let him go. But that wasn’t a good time as it was morning time and the shop had just opened up for the cop.

The cop asked him if he wanted a challan or wanted a relatively easy alternative. The friend knowing very well that getting a challan would mean a big waste of time and irritable asked him to blurt out the sum he wanted. The cop asked him for three hundred bucks, which he also knew would be bargained tooth and nail by the friend. Every cop knows that there are a few set reasons that have been so frequently used that it’s just better to say-“Bhaiyaa, make it half already of what you said or even less!”

The cop gave in to his pleas and released him like a free bird in the sky. As the friend was leaving, he just asked him that if any other cop stops him what would he tell them to get rid of the same exhausting and irritating procedure? The cop replied, ”Tell them...Aaj holi hai! They’ll get the point.”

Seeing this as a very unlikely event the friend started his journey again. I don’t know ( neither does he) as to what he ate for breakfast as his day was turning out to be a nightmare. He was stopped on the very next barricade. With the least expectancy of getting away he told them confidently, “Bhaisaab, aaj holi hai!”. The lucky bastard was let go!

Now the problem arises when the lucky dog thinks that every day is his day. That’s what happened to him. The very next day he thought that he had the key to all the check posts in Chandigarh-“Aaj holi hai!”.

The guy was held up in the very first check post which he thought he would manage to pass through without raising much eyeballs. The imposing structure of a regular sikh cop came near to him and began the regular procedure of extorting money that is discussed above. My mate with all his confidence just uttered those three magical words-“Aaj holi hai!”.

The sikh cop just burst out laughing making the friend feel very small and timid. He just coughed out the words while laughing as if he had heard a hilarious joke, ”Beta ji, Aaj holi nahi hai aaj diwali hai!”.

The Devil's Double

This piece of poetry was composed by me. Criticisms and comments welcome,as always:

There was a time,
When I seemed shrewd.
I had no emotion,
'Was downright rude.

There were no girls,
I had some friends,
No love stories,
Just dead ends.

There was no reason,
I lived in a bubble,
Isolated from the world,
The Devil's Double!

People were objects,
Objects were used.
I used to believe,
And feel amused.

At that time,
Somebody came,
Into my life,
And changed the game.

She was the reason,
And caused the trouble,
Isolated from the world,
was The Devil's Double!

I was betrayed,
I painfully say,
She won that time,
And went away.

There was a "bang",
And it all shattered,
I lost and lay,
All bruised and battered!

A callous act,
She burst my bubble
Isolated from the world,
was The Devil's Double!

It took some time,
To heal my wound,
But the lesson learnt,
Was no less a boon!

Be the devil,
That you know you are,
No point hiding,
Just face your scars!

There was a reason,
I rebuilt my bubble,
To welcome back,
The Devil's Double!