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In the length of that moment

Suddenly, your eyes meet mine,
and in the length of that moment,
I feel –
the rush of when a roller-coaster, climbing the rails, almost reaches the peak,
the calm of when a dew drop, rolling down the leaf, slowly leaves the tip,
the ruckus the winds create just before the storm,
the peace of when the moonlight reflects from the surface of a gently flowing river,
the solitude of when you’re standing still and the water recedes from the shore, taking away the sand from under your feet,
the oneness of when a puff of smoke disappears in the air
the melancholy of parting,
and the joy of the reunion,
the awe of staring at a clear night sky full of stars,
the fear of impermanence of ecstasy
the warmth of when a cloud hugs a mountain, just before the rain,
and the hope of when the sun rises from the ocean, kissing the horizon again

It’s been days and weeks and months and years, my love,
but when I close my eyes and our eyes meet,
in the length of that moment, I feel all of this

And I dream a bit more of you
because, I don’t know, how not to




Posted by on July 5, 2017 in Poems


Between you, me and New York

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I’ve told the trees of Central Park
the story of how I met you,
and they were listening intently, to every word I spoke, without blinking,
like you do

I’ve told the Hudson about those nights we’ve spent together,
laying on your bed, under my blanket,
Yes, I know I should have skipped that last part

Brooklyn Bridge knows a couple of things about you –
not much, just the basic ones like
how many sugars you take in your coffee
and how you hate pineapples, apart from on pizza,
how you love wearing my used t-shirts
and how you keep re-reading my handwritten letters,
how you used to smile when I hugged you from behind
and how you used to melt in my arms when I kissed you at night

They all ask me why aren’t we together,
I smile and tell them –
“We don’t want to break the promise we never made”



Posted by on May 28, 2017 in Poems


Week 34 (and a few more): The One with the Vibes

Alizeh! What a song! Do yourself a favor and let Arijit Singh do his magic on you. Let this song grow over you …

Also, on one of the sunsets this week, I clicked this picture, and wrote a couple of lines – 


Pyaala bharta nahi.n,
ki ab mai.n raah tak.ta nahi.n,
toh jaise shaam dhalti nahi.n

The feel of that evening was, different 🙂

Now that we are in a good mood, let me not tell you that I have again been late in writing this post. Short version of the things that happened in last five weeks –

1. I graduated and attended my commencement ceremony. Parents were here and they had a good time. They are back home now.

2. I am starting to feel a bit of heat at work, lately. Good kind of pressure, this, I guess.

3. You remember I was training for basketball? We lost the match in the semi-finals. But, hey, we had a good time!

4. Neither have I yet finished reading “If on a winter’s night, a traveler”, nor have I made any progress on my Spanish.

5. For the ones who care, I haven’t been feeling well since last 2 weeks and I made Bhindi ki bhaaji today for lunch. Totally unrelated things, those two! There’s a cute doctor who helped me recover, and the Bhindi bhaaji was delicious!

6. I watched Captain Phillips, The Ghazi Attack, Finest Hours, and a couple of stand-up gigs in the last 2 weeks. I recommend all those movies and none of the stand-up shows.

Okay, now let’s talk about what’s eating me up –

FOMO (fear of missing out)
I don’t know what I am up-to, both personally and professionally. My work challenges me in a good way and that happens at least 3 days a week. But, I don’t know how long will I be able to do this job. There is a learning curve at this job, it pays well, it is in the financial capital of the world, and mostly the people are good. A lot of people would kill for such a job, but I don’t know. I feel like I want to do something else. On the one hand, I am planning on how and when to take the leap and move on to do those things that inspire me  excite me, but on the other hand I don’t know if I have it in me to take that leap! For this will be a one way move, for this will change my lifestyle and my future life as a whole. There is this fight between a rich and a secured life, and a life that I think *might* excite me. I fear missing out on that life if I stay here for forever and choose the security. I also fear not being able to come back to this current life if I fail in that one. 

I don’t know what to do about this.

What I know is, Faiz wants me to keep hope alive –

Dil na-ummeed nahi.n, na-kaam hi toh hai
lambi hai ghum ki shaam, magar shaam hi toh hai

Let me leave you with this beautiful thought and this picture of Brooklyn Bridge I clicked last week –

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PS: I recently discovered the Mile High Club. Google it!

PPS: These are my last 10 days in Brooklyn, let’s meet over coffee

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Posted by on May 21, 2017 in Zindagy Weekly


Week 33: The One with Chimichanga and Chai

Hola! Yes, I’m trying a new font this time. Like it?

It has been a long time since I wrote on this thread. Let me spread the last 4 months of my life, in a few pictures. This is what I did –

abcShared a setting sun with Jessica in Jaipur

Had a sumptuous meal by Pichola lake in Udaipur

BadshahChilled with Badshah in Rajasthan

Played with this furball on the way towards the Monkey temple

Cuddled and snuggled and hugged the hell out of Simba

Ate bhakri and slurped Kutchi-beer in the brick house of farmers in Kutch

engagementAttended her engagement

gujaratAlmost played James Franco from 127 Hours in Gujarat

KKHH date
Went for a SRK-Kajol-from-KKHH kinda date

After all this, I came back to New York to resume work.

There were times when I felt like going back to India, for family, for friends, for the dogs I met on this trip, for the awesome places I visited there and just because I was longing to go back. I started contemplating the severity of this move and weighed the pros and cons.

But on the following Saturday, I went to Washington Square Park, Central Park and all my favorite places in New York. And – I fell in love again! I got lucky that NY’s weather wasn’t snorting Marijuana that weekend. Played volleyball in the Park, ate pollo Chimichanga, and read The Partner under the tree. Got back home around 11 in the night and snuggled under the blanket with a warm cup of masala chai. That cup of chai almost made me realize – we can’t do much about the things that, according to us, aren’t right. Not that the chai was poorly made, just a thought.

And I decided to stay put (Majorly because of the Chimichanga and the Chai)

Now I am having a good time in New York. Two weeks back, I played baseball.
Correction: I learned baseball.
Correction: I tried to learn baseball.

And I am going to play basketball as a part of a charity event hosted by my Firm, on the 28th of this month. Just last week I started learning the sport and ended up hurting my feet. Now, my friends are playing outside at this moment, and all I can do is write about it. But no worries, Kunj-Jordon-Karia will be right back!

Also, a random crush on Twitter suggested that I read Haruki Murakami’s South of the Border, West of the Sun. I gave it a shot, and I can tell you it’s worth a quick read. Now I am reading a meta-fiction novel – If on a winter’s night a traveller, by Italo Calvino. Hopefully I’ll finish it over the weekend and give you my review of it by next week.

Oh and did I tell you I am trying to learn Spanish? Well that explains why I started this blog-post with a Hola! 😀

So to sum it up, this is what I have planned for the rest of the month:

  • Learn Basketball. (Learn enough to appreciate the game at least
  • Learn Spanish. (Learn enough to fluently flirt at least)
  • Finish If on a winter’s night a traveller
  • Be regular at updating Zindagy Weekly thread.

Phew! That’s gonna be a lot, but let’s give it a try.

PS: Hanz de Fuko is here! Brace yourself for my new look!

PPS: I need to get a hang of maintaining my expenditure log. Just saying.

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Posted by on April 14, 2017 in Zindagy Weekly


Two and a half steps

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Taking two and a half steps,
Placing an order for donuts,
I fell for the girl at the cash counter;
Smiling at me, looking into my eyes locking the stare,
She tore the bill from the machine,
And as I started surfing in the wave of thoughts
Of how she would –
Wake me up with that smile,
And make my day with that smile,
Hug me tight as I come back home,
And kiss me to sleep with that smile –
Her phone rang with, “Husband” calling
And she answered it quick, with that smile

Turning back from the counter
Thinking probably it’s not my day,
Smiling at my bag of donuts,
I started walking away

Two and a half steps
And I fell for this girl walking towards a table
She was struggling with her bags,
Blonde hair
flying at the mercy of the air,
Our eyes met around the aisle
Just for a second or two, but it seemed like a while
And as she passed by me, she pushed a smile,
Turning back to look at her
I started surfing in those waves again,
I thought how she’d make me breakfast everyday,
maybe even cupcakes and milkshakes in month of May,
and how we’ll snuggle and cuddle and sleep in spoon
in the diamond-lit sky of the dark new moon,
and how she’d kiss, a sip of the coffee and a sip of me
I thought of how our lives would be,
She placed the bags at the table and kissed that guy,
I fell from that imaginary surf board as the wave passed by

I shrugged and sighed and slid a smile,
And walked outta the door, following that aisle,
Thought I’d just float for a while in that lull of pain,
Two and half steps,
And guess what –
A wave…
A wave hit me again!


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Posted by on March 11, 2017 in Poems




On a sunny Saturday
Besides her sydney silky,
Between the sunlight sliding through
her smooth long gorgeous hair
Bouncing off Mumma’s given silver earrings,

She sits,
waiting for the one fluent in silence


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Posted by on December 3, 2016 in Poems


Have you ever watched someone?


Have you ever watched someone?
Someone who didn’t know that you were watching –
A six month old child playing with with the drapes
Or an old woman waiting for the bus
Maybe that guy who is rushing because he is late, always,
A bunch of kids peacefully playing under the shade of that tree…

When you watch someone as no one
and still feel that warmth,
a wave of calm runs down the back of your eyes, your neck, your back, through your hips
and calves to your toes,
and you just connect with that stranger, briefly,
as if you’ve always shared a bond with them

When you watch that close, from a distance
you see the real them,
their unsullied self,
their humanity

And that’s what, my darling, I fell in love with when I saw you
now how can this not be true?



Posted by on November 22, 2016 in Poems