The French Connection ... Tripathi

Why does it keep cropping up? The French Connection ....

Gosh! Get over and done with it Dr. Tripathi. Go, get a life and stop stalking me.

Move on Buddy. You are a coward and cowards are not my types at all. A man, so called man, who doesn't even use his real identity on Social networking sites; one who cannot stand for the beliefs he so vehemently proposes in social media, expectations from the Government , when you yourself are a spineless fool.

Dr, ChandraShekharPati Tripathi , as you have said so you are go get a grip on your weaknesses and harness them and for once be a man rather than stalking a woman who ain't no threat to you and never was. You played dirty , you were the impersonator, which you still are . We don't need no Sherlock Holmes to prove you are a vain villain. You are nothing but an opportunist bastard.

Be it Belgium or France or Germany, wherever you are travelling or your cronies , I am aware of your movements and your actions. Do not despair, yes you failed where virility and being a man is concerned. You are nothing but a sterile impotent nincompoop.

So, the Indian who has run away from his Country and proclaiming to be in Gujarat ... please stop fooling yourself  or for that matter other people and Governments ... as I am not fooled by your tall claims.

Stay away , for you are NOT A MAN.

One full circle ... Memories

Life comes one full circle , when ghosts of the past emerge and stand right there  in front of you. memories come flooding back . looming large in front of your eyes like the reels of a movie  whirring on , slide after slide.

What a moment of surprise! And, one thinks. is it a dream or am I drunk?

A blast from the past that never materialized yet left an impact deep enough to wish for a chance later. Wishful thinking  of course! For we all move on and times change, feelings change .... nothing remains the same anyways.

WE have all come a long way . Twenty eight years , literally a lifetime. Isn't it ironical, that we should meet under the circumstances that we are living and breathing? What  does Destiny really do? Tear you apart, Rip the flesh off you and expose every sinew and muscle that you possess , good or bad to the whole World.

Destiny, brings everything One full circle ; we meet them all at least once to say what was left unsaid .... words unsaid that changed the History of our lives ... changed the very destiny.

But, no regrets; it is nice to see old friends happy and doing well and knowing the fact that you have met once again to complete the incomplete sentences ... to have no regrets ever.

One full circle .... History revisits and nostalgia takes over the reins of emotions.

Quantitatively qualitative analysis of emotions ...

Emotions! 

The very bane of human existence or for that matter a definite expression of what one feels within.

Whatever be, they wreak havoc on us if not positive or they make our World seem brighter when positive.

Who decides the nature of Emotions? Negative or positive ... the dosage that one ought to get of this myriad collection of data that defines our behaviour.

Who quantifies the quality that needs to be exhibited by the species called Humans?

How much of emotions is needed for our existence, co existence or even to bring about our extinction from the face of Earth?

A constant query in our minds... a veritable Pandora's Box all set to be opened and exposed. Emotions , they can make us or break us. They rule our lives. Good or bad, they shape us, our thoughts and our personalities. No one can be pried away from this boon or bane. WE all suffer in the hands of emotions. The level differs from person to person depending on our capacity to take on the pain or joy.

Generally, we tend to be more prone to the negative effects. How to negate the effect of pain and the ache felt by us? How to overlook the happiness that envelopes us when something happens for our good? 

But, quantifying the quality is difficult. He who has written our destinies, our part in the script of life has already decided the amount of emotions and the types that we feel.

Looking from an observer's point of view, All I see  is a hilarious situation, where though one wants to cry, one smiles through the pain for one knows not what comes net in the script of her life. Why make moments happen, only to take them away? Why make people meet , only to separate them because someone else isn't happy in their happiness? Why give pain to some and joy to others? Why this in-equilibrium?

There isn't a set answer. There ain't no solution. For the Scriptwriter has his or her idiosyncrasies and does as he pleases ... so to say has to balance it out; so gives a few all. and none to others.

Not an easy task I guess, for the One that wears the Crown of the Supreme Power. His/ Her dilemma quite evident, so just numb the feelings, don't express and walk on like a Zombie  unaffected by the throes and chaos of the World we live in. 

Yup! Easier said than done. No one can Quantitatively set a Quality for emotions ... for it is a part of our Destiny already written. 

Is there anyone who will change this destiny? Who has the courage to fight the almighty to get what he or she wants? I know, am a fighter and have always fought for it , but where to find someone who too believes in the same ethos?

#GoFigure

The Real Man ...

He who claims to be a Real Man ...
Is he really  Real?
Is he really a Man?
Is he really a  Real Man?

So easy to refer to oneself...
As being a Real Man ...
When reality speaks something else ...
Your actions define you ...
And, they in no way ...Point towards you being Real ...
Leave alone a Man for that matter.

I know, these words will hurt you ...
Am hurting too ...
But, this is the Real truth about you.

A real man never ...
Never I repeat ...
Evokes feelings in a woman ...
And, then tells her he loves another.
No, he doesn't hurt anyone ...
Leave alone his own hurting heart.

A Real man ...
Never hurts the others feelings ...
On the onset he tells her who he is ...
What he is ...
\What his take is on life ...
Whom he waits upon ...
Rather than making her dream ...
And, then dropping her like hot cake ...
As he isn't sure of himself ....
If you aren't sure of yourself ...
How can you be a Real Man?

How Real are you?
Really ... Just look in the mirror and ask yourself.

Hiccups or Hiccoughs? Decide ...

When the past comes a recalling ...
What do we get?
Hiccups or Hiccoughs?

A state where devoid of aqua...
Unsatiated ...
Uninitiated we begin ...
Demanding as is nature ...
We burn the bridges ...
Yet turn around to see ...
If the one left behind is following ...
Why ?
Why these hiccups?
Why these emotional impediments on the road ahead?
Why don't we just let go ?
Why don't we move on?

A cough so painful ...
We endure everyday for the rest of our lives ...
The ache of a broken heart.


Now is the time to decide ...
Whether it is this relation we want?
Is this what we desire?
Is this the person we want to spend ...
The rest of our lives with?

Let not,
Our thoughts...Tear us to smithereens....
For want of a yes from the loved one ...
For they need to kill ...
The demons within them first.

Decide ... O' Dear!
What it is that you want?
You can't play with her emotions...
You can't leave her high and dry ...
That is just not fair ...
To hurt someone ...
Who has written her life away ...
In your name.

The early morning Dew ...

The early morning dew ...
That is you ...
The very thought brings ...
A smile to the tired lips ...
Face brightens up ...
Grinning from ear to ear ...
At your relentless effort ...
I know...
I have nothing to fear.

I am secure in the thought ...
That you are always there ...
I know now...
That you will be there always.

My day starts with you ...
My day ends with you ...
You remain with me throughout ...
My thoughts are embedded with your thoughts...
Your dreams are mine too now.

I dedicate my life to you ...
In all humbleness ...
With nips and knotty times ..
Guaranteed ...
Yet, fun and frolic in place ...
This life is all yours henceforth ...
Come what may.

You are the early morning dew ...
Fresh  in nature...
You are the last residue in my mind.

Hostage of our past ...

Aren't we all ...
Hostages to our past ...
Mulling over events bygone ...
Living in dark rooms of unfulfilled desires ...
Aren't we all ...
Hostages of the past.

Bound by invisible chains of thought,
Hanging from a noose ...
Tightening every second ...
Waiting for the plank ...
Beneath to be pulled ...
Just waiting to be unplugged ...
From the source of Life.

Living a Lie each day ...
Burying emotions deep...
Hacking feelings every moment ...
Bearing aches within.

We are but a Hostage to the past ...
Our pasts ...
Playing havoc ...
Our present being disturbed ...
Our future being destroyed.

We are a hostage of our past.

Culling the desire ...

The moment of reckoning ...
When what you desire ...
Clashes with sense and sensibilities ...
A line to be drawn ...
Decisions to be taken ...
Silence to be maintained ...
So that you don't hurt anyone ...
Anymore ...
You don't hurt Anymore.

Culling what you want ...
Uproot the desires ...
Pour acid over wants ...
Pluck the feather of feelings out ...
Knocking the head off ...
In one stroke ... all gone ...
Nothing left ...
To turn back upon ...
All ties severed ...
So all can live in peace ...
Be at peace yourself ...
So be it attitude ...
Kill the very desire ...
That makes you human ...
Kill all feelings ...
Cull the devil ...
Nip it in the bud.