Are You Sleepless Again?

Looking at those bruises on your wrist

You burst out with tears

But you’re silent, you’re pale

Let me ask you, are you sleepless again?

 Is it the past that is haunting you

Or is it the present which doesn't seem  fine

Oh tell me what it is

Cos there is not always an intervention

And for sure it isn't divine!

I know times have been hard

And I know you anticipate much more pain

But tell you what my ole friend

I am here for you as I was then

So look into my eyes while you answer

Are you sleepless again?

There’s a silver lining that you deny to see

There’s a long road before thee

And you know life’s short, its freaking mean

So we better keep going shall we?

Not much of the times did I tell you this

But I have been in that place of yours

I know it’s tough, I know it’s painful

But is worth the atrocities?

No is my answer and hope would be yours

You know the sea is better off shores

So sail, would ya? Or fly if you could 

Cos if I were you I better would

There a new world about that horizon you would notice

And when we meet there again, you don’t make me ask

Whether you’re sleepless again!

Being An AIESEC errr!

So I was sitting in my college canteen wearing my AIESEC T-Shirt and a fine lady comes up to me asking, “What is this AIESEC?” Well that’s a question every AIESECer loves to answer and with a wide smile on my face I said,” Why don’t you settle down and I would tell ya!”

We had a fine half an hour conversation where I gave her a detailed description on what AIESEC exactly is about what am I doing over there, got to admit I bragged about myself a bit given the fact that I am just a new member. Post the brief interaction I had this sudden realization of how just a month of being in this organisation has brought about a change into me, from the shy backbench-er I have became the one who just won’t stop talking. Being an AIESECer, I could count as many transformations more than the fingers in my hand, confidence is what I would consider the most important among them all. Although living this life isn't a piece of cake as you gotta balance office as well as your education but the amount of payback you get in terms of experience is incredible! The LCs, the JNC, the International Conferences..to see so many enthusiasts have pulled up their socks to reach the similar goal of making this body a huge one is inspiring. The perks of being an AIESECer are spectacular, there is a positive feeling along with an enhanced level of intellect that you start to possess giving you the motivation to have a better perspective about things and people. If you’re thinking that AIESEC is all work-work thing, then you should see the chill outs which I personally think the uber cool ones and a verbal description won’t be enough unless one experiences it himself!

Now, I see a lot of guys joining AIESEC just like that and then bailing out for no reason at all. This organization doesn't pay you a single penny nor does it gives you any special privileges, all is does is to nurture your leadership qualities which is the most important entity of any personnel. They best way to get something out from AIESEC is when you have figured out what exactly you want out of it, it can be management related or may be interaction with people, once you’re clear about your intentions you’ll more than happy to serve. There are things in life which act as a divine intervention and give you purpose, give you hope and the credibility of the person you are. AIESEC is a secluded planet full of a bunch of admirable individuals whom you won’t find under one roof anywhere else but here, once you’re here, for sure you would not want to teleport yourself out of this matrix. I am glad to have skipped class that day to be in the GD where a simple question changed things around for me. I have evolved, I am confident, determined, well managed, equipped, fun to be with. I am all.. I am an AIESECer!

Motorcycle Diaries: diarois de motocicleta

Just like everyone else, like Martin Luther King; I too had a dream. A dream to explore the whole sub-continent of India and if possible most parts of the world, not to mention on a motorcycle. Motorcycles, the bulky and beautiful beasts made of steel and iron which are capable of accelerating you towards eternal bliss, taking you so far away from all of your responsibilities that you might not even want to look back at all. Motorcycles; my first love.

The idea of the very first expedition was to hire a Royal Enfield 550cc, grab all the essentials and leave for the place best known as a biker’s paradise: Ladakh .The very thought of being in that snow clad heaven which could be at a height of 3000 meters and even above, gave me chills of anxiety. The rumbling sound of the engine would be throttled up attaining the lifelong pursuit of arriving somewhere, where I don’t care who I am, neither do I care of what the world wants me to be, somewhere where I live rather than just exist.

Well, its 2 AM in the night. Everyone around me is asleep, two to be precise. The mechanic: who was hell lot of fun and Rohit : who could not believe that it can be hot here as well. I am sitting at the entrance of my small tent while I am writing this. It’s very cold in here, so cold that I can’t even feel a portion of my face, well 18000 feet has its own cons. Despite of the semi paralysis that I suffer, I feel at peace, drowned in the serenity of motionless contentment. There’s a smile I’m wearing, which is a constant reminder of the memorable journey I had. The passage of en route from Manali to the highest drive-able point on earth, Khardung La was a life changing scenario. It’s amazing to notice the diversity of this country in the span of almost 500 kilometers. Ladakh is indeed heaven, way better that I could dream of. With my eyelids pushing the rest of me to dive in a cold slumber, I’m ceasing to collect as many memories which I could and probably recite them to my grandchildren.

Life is full of despair and hardships. Every other day, as a social being we cease to exist and moreover mark our presence in this probably fictional setup of living things. There is a set of rules which are pre implicated and guide the happenings of our life. There is childhood during which dream of every possible thing that we can become and then there is the later part where we compensate with anything which could assist us being a negligible dot in the galaxy that we are.

”A biker’s trip is not just about covering the distance from point A to B. It’s a whole new experience sometimes turns a normal person into a revolutionary. Back in 1952 there was an Argentine doctor named Ernest Fuser who along with a friend set off for a trip, on a 1939 Norton 500, which transformed him, his course of life .His views about things, people and their pain. He was not the kind of doctor anymore who would just recognize the disease and tell you the way to cure it. In fact he went out being the one who set out to cure all the social disparities that Cuba went through. The man later was known as Che Guevara.”

No matter at what extent we get convinced with our life's monotony and presume that this is how we are going to end up; working our asses off to get the bread and butter flowing in. There is always a long lived desire of doing something crazy is every one’s heart. Something preventing them from getting stuck in the world of harsh realities and exposes them into a place possessing fictional reality.  Something which was always there in their ‘to do’ list but they never got the chance to put that ‘tick’ over it.

 I have ticked mine, have you? 

The Void

Dark Shades, Fancy lights

Smiling faces ..Mean Laughter

Love..hatred.. chaos 

I see it all..

Endeavoring, everything I dream of

Every other day, getting up with a plan

Walking by the aisle of choices

Looking at faces whom I know..I don't

When The day subsides..

The glimmer of night deepens.. glorifies

 Its late ,Probably every one's asleep

Anticipating trance, I  lay down

A headache occurs out of nowhere

Feels as if an explosion would occur

Helpless, I feel..

I spring out of the semi slumber

Realizing sleeplessness won again

Draw a light from my drawer

Hoping that drugs might make people

The corpse they become for a while

With every breath come the flashbacks

The sweet memories of childhood

My first bicycle,the first day at school

Being the naughty one at home,Stealing lunch

Those cultural events,those crushes.

Those never expressed one sided feelings

My best friend...

With a lit up face,I pull out my cellphone

Six hundred contacts or so

But scrolling down till the name closest to Z

I found no one, no one real close

Surrendering my head down

Feel Numb,although the head pains

I let a tear drop slide out

Hoping,the emotions might wash away

I remember my  mother, whom I dont miss much,

Father, to whom I cant be that same innocent child anymore

My first love,who taught me that love never existed at all

Talking to myself

Making a fake attempt of not being alone

I start to hmm ..to sing

Striving to look at the brighter sides

I end up liberating all those loose strings

Now it just me and  the vibes of..

The Void 

"Bholi Si Asha"

Chote sheher ki bholi si ladki,

Ankho me the kai armaan.

Ghar ke beta banungi keh ker,

Nikal padi wo duje jahan.

Shayad andaaza na tha use,

Kai mushkile thi wahan.

Kabhi samaj ke kadve bol,

Kabhi apno se paya dvesh.

Vapttian ayi badi sari,

Badal badal,naye vesh.

Dari na wo, na hi ghabraai,

Vijaypath ki chunautiyion se, kabhi na dagmagaai.

Ansuon ko, kajal ki ot me chupaya  usne,

Ghar ki yaad ka dard, kritrim hasi mein udaya usne.

Antatah paa hi lia, jiski darkaar thi,

Sabkuch,har jagah jeet kahi na haar thi.

Kaamyaabi ke paron ne dia unchi udaan bharne ka haunsala,

Na mudungi peeche,aage badhungi

Aesa, adig tha uska faisla.

Per auron se aage nikal jaane ki hod mein,

Khud ko na bhul jae.

Asha hai bus itni,

Apne hisse ka asmaan paa jae.

Chote sheher ki bholi si ladki..

Bholi hi reh jae....bholi hi reh jae.