Saturday, June 18, 2016

Method to madness...

Method to madness
Tuesday,May 24, 2016

ye dil ye paagal dil
ye dil ye paagal dil
Kyon bujh gaya ................awaargi

On a Friday night, Gulam Ali singing amidst of Donald Trump claiming he will build the wall and
get penniless Amigos to pay for it….. And his voice clashing with a culturally different but philosophically similar Arvind Kejriwal screaming with his moustache twitching that entire India… and thus Modi is not letting him work.

This strange concoction also brought a sense of reality into the night. I said  there is sure madness in this guy's voice. I could hear wife yelling over her CNN boyfriend Anderson that " This Trump guy is totally mad. I sigh.. And  turn to my family Whatsapp group.. There is this never ending flow of jokes of a Delhi Chief minister called Arvind Kejriwal regarding his dramatics and how he would fail against their beloved Modi.

is dast mein ek shahr tha…………..Gulam saab on Youtube kept going.

is dast mein ek shahr tha
wo kya hua .............AWAARGEE
ye dil ye paagal dil mera

Seeing electric lines over my sky roof .. I saw lines converging but not colliding…  There I saw method. A method to madness. Here I am….. sitting in a third world deciphering three different paagalpans… yet they all seemed similar.

A guy transgressing someone's poem, knitting it through his masterful voice into your own madness
seamlessly. There is a guy with fluffy hair striking realism with 'hand' gestures and apocalyptic state that is to strike the states of his United country.And then shift gears, I see man with moustache that resembles someone from history yelling and crying yet the same time folding his hands to let world to allow him to work
…while eyes glancing over next bollywood release…

Who are these eccentric folks? Is the world really coming to an end? I question myself. More
importantly, I introspect to wonder why the hell am I drawn to these folks?  My shadow which was about to
sleep springs up… "hey do you remember that boy who most had given up?".  I said "there are
millions.. So what?".  It insisted "Do you remember that mad teenager who walked into an interview and
demanded that a position be created for him if the current one is not  for him"… I said "ok ok now you are
It smiled.. No dear. I am just a shadow.. But you are trying to see or not to see a shadow of yourself in these people…

Kal shab mujhe be-shakl ki awaaz ne chaunka diya
 mein ne kaha tu kaun ha???
usne kaha ................AWAARGEE
ye dil ye paagal dil mera

Business of conviction , simply put is  dedication your madness. No one expects to be real. Every leader and for that fact every individual hopes to tinge nerves based on what you show them and not what is in front of them. Hey, new enterprise coaches say "It is the art of selling"

This is why Trump being most narcissistic individual plays it more nakedly yet wins over a Rubio or a gentleman Kasich?. When was the last time any politician flouted his treasure blatantly yet win the votes of deprived?. When was the last time a man totally juvenile in his arguments held billions in his portfolio ???

When was the last time a man in modern India just wear a Gandhi cap and a chappal win an election with no experience whatsoever? When was the last time a politician in India ever won an election with a massive majority by taking money from people during elections instead of gifting them freebies?

You can question their language, their motives, their stupidity. But what you can't deny is that they believe in their convictions.

Ek ajnabi jhonke ne jab poochha mere ghum ka sabab..
sehra ki bheegi reth par..
maine likha……………awaargi ….
is dasht mein ek shahr tha..
wo kya hua ……………….awaargi ..
ye dil ye paagal dil mera

In a world that’s stifled with norms, diplomacy  and correctness, there comes a time, personality that defies you to think business as usual … you decide it can't be real and that you determine it preposterous for one to be this wild and try to go back to your daily diet of baked news, stiff ties, ironed suits  and the same un-kept promises.

You start yawning and gaze back to that crazy person. You go through the new phases of association..
You are amused - Hey why the heck not? He could be at least an entertainment!.
You are interested - He sounds stupid. But what has those looking smart delivered?
You are drawn  - Your faith in others have consistently failed, why not go against it and try different ..stupid hi sahi?

This is the method of madness that draws me to eccentricities of Trump and Kejriwal.

Do people believe that Trump is going to build wall? 90% don’t. But they hope. Having strangely bought into his rhetoric, his fans know he can't put a stone in that border. Their conviction lies in a faith that this rhetoric seems more acceptable norm instead of taking on same staple for another 5 years. As americans say , you cut them slack.

Every individual goes through mid-life crisis. Age is a literal matter… let's not cheapen by sticking to age. Consider your professional life. How long have you been happy doing the same stuff with the same position?. You start wishing for the next dream. You don’t know what that next is.. But you yearn for it…
Yes, even if you realize what you have  is good.. you are keen to  graze the same grass in a new field, you defend your action by stating "hey this is much greener"

That’s what Arvind  Kejriwal wants to capitalize on. Even he knows this fad with AAP may not lost
longer unless it grows. But idea is to keep driving the same cry wolf theory while doing what he can in his small domain. Keep telling the same story 100 times 100 different ways. With every small achievement of his govt, he tries to throw muck.  IF both sticks ….hoorray…  jackpot.  If one of them sticks, he is still a winner. He plays both his ticks and trips at such regular interval that it is going to stick with people who sees the connection.

His trick is pro-people governance and anticorruption. You might ridicule his anti-Modi jibes…but even as a hardcore Modi fan you wouldn’t compare his personal integrity with other leaders. That is his madness

Kal sab mujhe beshaql ki.. .
Aawaaz ne chaunka diya
Maine kaha.. Tu kaun hai…
Usne kaha……………….. AWAARGEE

In this world, it is easy to find a despondent lot easily than finding true north. 
How you wake up in the morning is out of your hands….
What you want to wake up to is within the realm of your dreams..
So dare to dream…
Most will call you crazy.. Few will term you mad…
But as long as you believe in your method to your madness, stay consistent and deliver results…

Others will find meaning to your madness….
Even if they don’t …
Remember most importantly.. You have the undeniable satisfaction of living your life..

Ek ajnabi jhonke ne
jab poochha mere ghum ka sabab
sehra ki bheegi reth
par  maine likha ………………….AWAARGEE
 Kal raat tanha chaand ko dekha tha maine
khwaab mein  mohsin mujhe raas ayegi
 shayed sada ……………….AWAARGEE
ye dil ye paagal dil mera

Monday, September 2, 2013

What got you here…..

Khudi ko kar buland itna ke har taqdeer se pehle, khuda bandhe se yeh pooche “batah teri raza kya hein” ~ Allama Iqbal 

Yeah, music and songs of certain types gets me thinking more often than certain dry speeches and write-ups. 

An actor called Shah Rukh Khan once stood on the streets of Mumbai with virtually nothing to boast off of and claimed “ I will own this city “. Fast forward 2 decades, he achieved it in a sense by becoming a household name through his movies and extremely charismatic mannerisms and maneuvers. Will write more on the man himself some other time. But what’s it that makes certain people click? Call it his good fortune, talent or whatever, it worked for him. But then there are millions who aspire for stars but end up looking at tar. Everyone is entitled to dream, and only a very tiny fraction of people live to bring it to fruition.

What gets some of these achievers going? Is it the hunger? Is it the raw passion? Confidence?
It may be all of the above. Man’s drive is defined by his ambition. Only those who follow through that path of perseverance gets to reach there… sure there are spoon-fed, inherited boys n girls get into that space and invariably pass out not able to bear the pressure of expectations and continuous performance of excellence that’s expected off of them.

With success comes expectations, with struggle to survive comes the raw passion.. Don’t let anyone fool you that by making fashionable statements one attains his place in this dog eat dog world. Studying success of someone makes us make all those very funny statements. But what separates achievers from wannabee’s is the ZEAL to get it done.

You will go through the potholes of bureaucracy, mismanagement, poor timing, wrong projects and more importantly true test of your own competency. It is easy to belt out inspiring thoughts and messages and assume you have arrived after couple of hints or hits of success.
In the world of ‘get rich in thirty days’, there are various salesmen standing infront of door either selling a Steven Covey or Steve Jobs. There are others who wants to sell you more on emotional level pushing a Robin Sharma or Deepak Chopra’s in helping you gain inner peace. They are not fake, mistake me not. They sure can help you develop awareness, hone certain skills and even might provide you tools to address your blind spots. Use them as beacons to guide your runway. Don’t assume they autopilot your flight. You are the pilot, you own the ride. 

Sitaron se age jahan aur bhi hai aur bhi hai
Abhi ishq ke Imtehan aur bhi hai aur bhi hai

It always comes down to you on what on you want to achieve in your life. No life is too generic and broad. Define what success look like for you from the level you are in. For starters, aim small and near term. Use them as milestones. With each milestone achieve something more than what you achieved previously. For all you know you just want to good work in what you do in your salaried /student life…that isn’t bad at all. 90% of people may fall under this category with my unsubstantiated statement. But who cares about the statistics if you want to succeed badly but 100 others before you fell apart???

No person in the world became famous just because he wanted the world to be a better place from the get go... That’s an evolution. Every person starts with an individual ambition or for better choice of word ‘Greed’ of doing right by her/himself. This world doesn’t recognize anything more than success. Sure success is the subjective term with what you are or where you are….but unless you have arrived in the world of who knows who or who trumps who… you are another wannabee..
So where does one begin???

You start with yourself. It starts with your own survival instincts of establishing yourself. You need passion to get going on this. Your success defines you. If you fail….???? very possible your courage gets you going… yes, it is this courage to standup again is what separates a wannabee’s to doer…
But what keeps a doer going on and on and on despite of failures? It is his inherent confidence. If you don’t buy what you are selling, sorry my friend you have lost the battle before you even started. Every fight, every struggles begins with self confidence and conviction that YOUR thought is the right one to catapult you to the next level. Let that assessment be based on true evaluation, a blind chest thumping passion of assumption that u have the next best product isn’t going to cut it. Build a vision that is achievable, measurable, and predictable. Those are the child steps everyone has to take. Every bird crawls until it dares to fly. Let those small steps add feather into your journey, build a strong wing and then you will know when you are really ready to take that leap of faith ……

Tu shaheen hai, Tu shaheen hai Parvaz hai kam tera kam tera
Tere samne Aasman aur bhi hai
Tu shaheen he Basera kar Paharon ki chatano per
Tu shaheen hai tu Shaheen hai tu shaheen hai

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Wednesday, August 28, 2013



aaina mujh se meri pehli si surat mangi…….mere apne mere hone ki nishaani maange..

Music is a song of emotions. What you hear is what you feel at that point in time. I was listening to this popular ghazal today as I was getting ready to shave… The reflection on the mirror was a blurry frame… hey I might no longer have a 20/20 vision but it aint this bad either…I asked the mirror what's wrong with it and it said “dear I am always the same but you are trying to see what I cannot show”. I guess what I was trying to see there was what I have become and that’s when things blurred. Every step I took left behind its footprints, over the years, journey I look left behind millions of memories.

The journey always started with a plain canvas but don’t recollect it ever being blank. It started off with a simple chocolate bar , a candy, a roller-coaster ride, that fun swimming session at Cauvery river while flooding, those lush green paddy fields, those simple lies , those cheat sheets during exams, those moments of keeping a novel inside the text book and those dreams of having every girl think about me as I was of them …. Kisi ki aankh achche.. kisi hont .. kisi ki gala aur kisi ki… raging harmones to ranging desires that every movie left behind.. And as the canvas got older, the images begin to get crowded.

Mein bhatakata hi raha dard ke viraane mein
Waqt likhta raha chere pe har pal ka hishab
Meri shorat meri diwangi ki nazar hui
Pi gayi may ki bolte meri geeto ki kitab
Aaj lauta hoon tu hasne ki ada bhool gaya
Yeh sahar bhoola muje mein bhi ishe bhool gaya
Mere apne meri hone ki nishani mange
Aaina mujse meri paheli surat mange

 State of mind and state of place dictated my passion and it changed frequently as situation demanded it. Success provided directions, failures provided detours… pat on the back resulted in looking for another easy win, and a cold stare resulted in going for it the hard way. A convoluting, concentric and contradicting journey that left a milestone of good and bad memories….

Mera fan phir muje bazaar mein le aaya hai
Yeh vo jagah ke jahan mero vafa bikate hain
Baap bikate hain aur lakhte jigar bikate hain
Kookh bikati hain dil bikate hain sar bikate hain
Is badalti hui duniya ka khuda koi nahin
Saste daamo pe yahan roz khuda bikate hain

I cursed bad luck for failures, my hard work for success, bent backward to please someone I didn’t believe in, stood up for few who didn’t believe in themselves. Have done the best and worst.. Have sacrificed most beautiful things in the world yet have compromised morals. I have let passion drive me crazy, greed drive my ambition, compassion to hurt me..

I kept travelling person to places; places to events, triumphs to disasters. A journey of never ending rolling motion of pictures. My feet seems tired now but yet as restless as it was when I started. As my twitter pal stated…Bechainiyon se kuch yun dosti huyi, ki sukun ka saath ab ganvara nahi humey..

Aim of life is living to its fullest they say. Few people leave their legacy behind but most others leave just materials behind.. That dadaji’s radio, a Mustang, few pennies for others to continue the journey…My memories are my legacy but am not leaving it behind not because I am selfish but because no one can make good use of it.

Har kharidaar ko bazaar mein bikataa paya
Hum kya paayenge kisi ne yahaan kya paayaa
Mere aheshas mere phool kahin aur chale
Bol pujaa meri bachi kahin aur chale aur chale

That aaina is a state of mind.. Reflection I see in it is a blurry frame. In that I see layers and layers vibgyor-rainbow of hope, despair and all other emotions. I stand before it refuses to shows what I want others to see but a true reflection what I have become… I don’t expect to clear it for others nor will I try to adjust others vision. In it, I have treasured all those good, bad, ugly memories. Some haunts me some inspires me others gets me thinking. That’s my legacy and am not leaving it behind, it comes with me.  They are mine and mine alone..