Back Again .. Back Again

Aint it amazing ? I am back to blogging after 2 long years ... yes many things have changed .. some of you might be well aware of it .. Others would not care ( Which is quite obvious :p ) ... Now I can either drag on the gr8 memories of our cyber literary orgy - RB days.. or I can bore you with my present life which is all about SAP, Audit, PwC and Office stories :p ... which mind you is a mental orgy :p :p ... either way u have very little to chose .. and I have very litle to share ! But this 2 years have really changed my life I must tell you. More of it .. some other day!

So this is where the story starts ... 2 years ago I left my hometown in a search for freedom and peace in mind ( If i add the sentence - "I left my memories behind" , would it be too MLTR-ish ?? ) .. It was against the wish of every single person i knew .. The very first thing that came to my mind when I got this job ( sitting in Kolkata ) , forget that.. my fragment of imagination which potrayed a very filmy image of Bombay ... stuffs like office in a very tall building, the sea in the background, my own open roof car (and many hot chicks in that car), a girl in short skirt sitting next to me in my cubicle .. my spike-hair ( a glorious mix of Figo+ Becham+ Ronaldo's spike ) .. and the girl (in short skirt sitting next to me) and me sharing the same earphone in sync with Black eyed Pea ... Well.. the truth is.. nothing is Boombastic about Bombay .. Dont want to describe whats it actualy like in my office.. but well nothing as I thought :( I have always considered myself as a half bong, someone who can survive anywhere, anytime eating 'ghass phuss' and no non-veg. But if I have to write 5 things a bong must know about Bombay it would be. (1)Bombay is all about professionalism and less artistry ( your efficiency counts not your atributes ) (2)Surviving the corporate world need great plan and greater determination ( the compition is soo cut-throat being best among the equals doesnt count much ) (3) Relax and dont run with the crowd - I may be mad .. but the common attitude with Mumbai crowd is that they love to run-push-fight .. even when its not needed.. (No am not talking a 9.30 Local Train to CST... people run-push and fight even when its a 11.45 pm train to Churchgate :D :D ) (4) Adapt .. Its a common facto anywaz.. You have to adapt to the place .. be it Mumbai or Madras ... adapting to Mumbai is easier though compared to Madras .. no tips for it... Adaptibility is all in the mind (5) Enjoy .... After all ... All you need is one good friend .. one bottle of beer and one ambition in life ... at the end of the day all it matters is how much u tried for what you could do .. and not think of what you could have done !!

... promise to continue blogging .. I miss it badly :p

Blank verse (revisited)

Being the verse i am..

so out of words ,so incomplete!

being the man i am

helplessly psychedelic

so numb ...up the feet!!

Blank is a nice place to be!

Sitting on a lonely bench

waiting for miracles to kiss

waiting for her

to unblank my wishful bliss

Crave for wish be fulfilled

carve for more..

seven sea and horizon four

I am left wanting my dignity sold

with my small hands not enough for more

blank is a nice place to be!

...atleast you dont promise me gold

- Rishi (original post Blank@orkut)

Dreams for Sale .....

Dreams for sale….Dreams for sale
Try them out ..try them now…
I have some dreams for sale!!
They come in small boxes
come in all shapes and sizes
You gotta try them to believe me
I have some Dreams for sale!!


These dreams are precious crystals..
So what if the world be made of stone??
You build your dream castle
The reverie will care its own
They come in small boxes
Tenderly packed so well
Here I am once again
Dreams for sale…All for you..
some precious dreams for sale!!

The rich man bought one
The beggar bought the same,
Here in this utopian kingdom
Everybody dreams the same
Some dream of money
The other dream of fame!!
But all dreams are selfish
all dreams are same!!
packed in small boxes
They comes in all color
Maroon , grey or yellow pale..
I wont come another day
Dreams for sale ..dreams for sale!!

let these dreams take you places
to a nameless city ,to a fameless home
to the shade you call mother
to a place you called your own
Its like a tune you neva forget
its like a mistake you alwaz regret
A dream for one Is a dream for other too
You name your dream
And I have it for you
I wont be here for long
I have some dreams to sell !! -- rishi

DEATH where art thou??

come and hug me thy unholy spirit..

Damm...how i wish to break free..

how i wish..

death becomes me..!!

Wonder whats the sorrow..

wonder thats the pain..

spirit is high ..

but unsantified my soul remain

oh how i hate it..

time and again am told..

this world has grown old..

thi world has been sold..!!

Am in the midst of love...

but still sometimes

love bites & everybody hurts..

Mary mary... thie virgin story!

am weeping in my bed... this love hurts

My frnds do me a favour..

while you release me..

put my ashes into holy water,

Do it wid a smile i owe you..

wonder whats the sorrow..

wonder thats the pain..

still my life seems lost

its all gone in vain!!

bloody me am not on killing spree

but for plzz..

I WANNA BREAK FREE!!

- Rishi

soo..i lost my virginity today

aila... i didnt mean to say i saw heaven... I have my own blogg...finally... waise virginity is not a virtue (its a lack of oppertunity)..and how i repent my lack of oppertunity .. the laggard in me kept me confined to Orkut's public service.. I neva had a space of my own over there.. but finally i have one.. bailamos!! ...to be heard ..to be judged..to be credited for my effort .. boy am blogged to death