FLOWERS OF RAJPATH Feb 26.11,1.22 AM

when the night has asked all

have a time of your own

my heart has awakened me

to feel the three phases of time

some of its a constant relevance of mine

I have seen the changing time

so is the case of my own self

but my memories bring tsunamis

some known to me

others I want to forget

at this moment I'm visualising the best pulsating moments

but I am not nostalgic at my nerves

may be I have come of it

or either it has made my heart neutral itself

resons may be many

one plausible may be

I have taken birth just today

without the natural process of a motherhood

it looks too unscientific

but its a fact

when love is just at your arm's distance

such process do occur

but I am not sure in my case

I am simply feeling it

as the scintillating airs are flowing straight to my room where I reside and recall you as the clock clicks itself

but I do ask myself

do I love you

or I have evolved to an extent

that love has started oozing out of my own psyche

my heart is simply sleeping

this is an interpretation of my brain

I do wonder

how my deadly rivals

they have got friends

is it you

who have done so

source: neha c mehta, kiran&anu,

FLOWERS OF RAJPATH..Feb.24.11.2.03 PM

Indian system is so complex that issues of corruption etc can not be handled the way the so called spiritual leaders are visualising. Our society is heterogentic, cast ridden,regionalistic ,non nationalistic and opportunistic. The hysteric methods are simply not feasible.

the plausible system derivatives can bring the changes what are really required. It implies that what Manmohan Singh team is doing , its results will be seen over the period. The patience is needed. Sheela Dikshit could be the prospective Manmohan Singh. The remaining part is just a power catching mechanism.

In gist, the corporatisation of the Indian economic face, in an holistic manner is the only reply to all evils around. The system of dual shape of economy is exactly perfect that means a state run system should stand handy to compel/trigger the counter effects of pathetic capitalistic forces

FLOWER OF RAJPATH..Feb.24.11.11.06 PM

my present boss is so stupid genius that I can not write here as my all sites are public and no damn bullishit around can understand my worth

my colleague officer requested me to do something to make this bastard genius to understand the point and not to make the mess around

I assured him that every thing will become smooth : give me some time

I know it will take a whole hell to make a genius stupid to look senses

Its far more easy to make a ricksha walla (rickshaw puller ) to understand but the so called learned persons are extremely naive to make them understand the things around

reasons are too complex : so is the reply : and its too too complex to change such people and make them understand how to work

but one thing I can tel here

one should keep his brain open and must understand that a person should understand his "aukat"= the "aukat" word is an urdu language word. Its meaning can not be found in any dictionary. Not even in the urdu dictionary itself. I will not touch its intricacies. but one thing I can tel here that one must realise that inspite of his/her infinite powers/status/financial status etc etc a person has its intrinsic inabilities which he simply is not capable to manoeuvre and should not take "panga" = again a punjabi word ; with the real genius ones who happened to his junior etc etc.

a real genius and capable person is that powerful that he can thrash the system to the tithers

but I will not say who that genius is : its implicit in meaning

today I am not well so I took leave however I know its a biggest penalty for me to stay at my house: this word is sufficient to understand that a genius boss should understand that his junior is such a genius that you simply can not afford to match his worth.

this has happened with me too too many times

and I have won the game but lost my love

that is the single reason I have no love in my life ( this is a straight reply to Neha c.Mehta: she literally asked me this question on her live talk with me.)

FLOWERS OF RAJPATH..Feb.22,11.7.28 PM

In my previous office
the corridors of power
that's what the learned say

But I feel its the corridors of powerless

she occasionally met me in these corridors
and my slippery heart
its damn bullshit thing with me

but her scintillating hello
I remember til day

she succumbed to the system
I know it

so my heart has not forgotten her
but my brain has put a physiological system whereby the heart becomes simply stoic and nerveless

one fine day she encountered me in that corridors

I realised her constraints and I simply changed my path back to same room from where I came out

she did feel her stupid nerves not to realise a gem

but time is ruthless to everybody
it comes once only

I do remember her quite a few moments with me

as I owe my source of inspiration to her
as one of the first to make a point
that made me come off the monotony

but its not she only
probably the system fails everybody

if the momentum and vacuum: the ultimate powers to bring and remake the changes
simply doesn't favour you

when I am writing this
she may be busy to please her hubby
with some of her delicious dishes

I do realise
dishes and rose gardens
its something not promised to me

I make my own ones

and send instead
without a feel of reciprocity

And that's what
a real love stands for

source: Shipra.v

FLOWERS OF RAJPATH..Feb.22,11.6.05 AM

I don't know how you maintain your routine mundanes

I have awakened to my own ones

I am not that much punctual
as Army discipline points

but my discipline is known to a few privileged

my previous boss ( a chief of software corporate house at chinaei at present ) never called me whilst our rooms are literally at two/ three seconds apart

he knew me by my prowess

once I wrote a draft/noting/case study
it comes straight to me after getting approval by all our complex senior hierarchy including the civil ones

And my boss simply died on my words

He never expressed so is my case

Now a different man is sitting over that chair only
and he has made a mess of all the things around
I tried to make him convinced

Lets see what happens

but yesterday he did say " Ahuja its too good"
but I was not happy

our hierarchy is so complex that no body can make a sense of it except we ourselves

but why I'm writting such things over here

simple

your grace is immense and magnanimous
I wish to gift you magnolias (my favourit flowers) every day

my heart again asks me
do you love her

I keep my silence

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FLOWERS OF RAJPATH..Feb.21.11, 8.43 PM

In basic sciences it is a consensus that we are only driven by what can be related to us

what is this bullshit relatedness

well it depends
of what soil you are made off

but what I am attracted to

may be this beauty heart can tel me

sometimes I do feel
what could have been if she never came to encounter my world

my heart suddenly interrupts me

it says : Are you sure , you a world of your own self

I get slipped out at its basic and magnetic question

I know its true : I have no world of mine

may be that's why
every evening comes with its own storms

I enjoy the roughs of seas
as its my love

my heart asks again
damn it

I am not for your damn roughness

I simply fail to understand
how to convince my heart

it again interrupts
with more rigorous waves

don't you dare tel me
that I am made for the bullshit vacuum
of your own makings

I ask myself

is it true

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FLOWERS OF RAJPATH..Feb.20,11.10.40.PM

when the night has just stepped in
I have awakened to the feels of my heart

it says
darling can't you tel me where my love reside

I do not understand
what my heart really wants

I know it will start fighting with my brain
as it has only that option
when a reply doesn't come

and my dummy brain
it simply puts me in distorted shape

I make sand dunes
and ask my heart
look !! how sweet and beautiful they are

it plays with them
quite often with too devoted sense of the nerves

a wind comes
and my sand dunes suddenly disappear

my heart asks again

where is my love

I simply fail to understand

how many times
I can afford to make

sand dunes

as I am too sick of making my heart get pleased

but I do ask myself

who I am

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