A Game Called Life

The game called life is always bizzare
Where either you are a pauper or a czar
Where your values are considered as small as a wrapper
And ambitions are as high as a skyscraper.

Where you are let down by burdens and loads
And peace is a destination with tough roads
Where the game of expectations are tough to play
And words are difficult to talk and to say.

Where people use you like a tissue and throw
And relations break up on petty petty row
Where trusting is a sin and ditching is a game
And notoreity is a ladder to achieve fame.

Where crying is a shame and laughing is a fear
And the common gift recieved by you is a drop of tear
Where optimism is a curse and pessimism is a boon
And you pray that your death comes soon.

But there still lies something called hope
And bliss is achievable by having some dope
By flirting, smoking and stopping to moan
And making your heart as hard as a stone.

It's Her Wedding Today

The most awaited day of her life has arrived.
She's all set up to be dressed as a bride.
With everyone's eyes set on her new bridal suit.
Everyone's whispering isn't she looking cute?
Lights start glowing as she makes her way.
Everyone's watching because it's her wedding today.

The groom chosen by her being better than the best.
Together they look superb and different from the rest.
As they walk together as newly wed husband and wife.
She's ready to enjoy all the moments stored in her life.
She's all charged up and feeling happy and gay.
It's visible on her face because it's her wedding today.

But while everyone's busy in celebrating her occassion.
My heart forces from her to keep some reservation.
Earlier she was my life who stayed in my heart.
But destiny had some other plans and we fell apart.
All I can do right now for her is to pray.
I do so for her because it's her wedding today.

It's true that it is painful but then too I lie.
As her happiness is my only priority that I cannot deny.
As her rituals get over and she is declared his wife.
I can only wish her a happy and wonderful life.
It's over by now and I am happy in my own way.
And why shouldn't I be?
Afterall, it's her wedding today!!!

Victory

A seven letter word that a person craves for
Full of mixture but yet so pure
Used in a battle or a war or a game
But the one who wins achieves the fame.

Victory simply means for a person to win
By combining the forces of kith and kin
Everyone gets chance to prove to be fair
On the home ground or at the alien's lair.

This little word is an eternal bliss
Requiring hitting the target and not to miss
After achievin it victors take off their shirt
Because it is the way to make the rivals feel hurt.

This is the thing I would like to gain
To do an impecceble task I shall not refrain
Even I am craving for people's applaud
And trying to become each game's lord.

Advice: My Enemy

A thing that people give and refuse to take
A percent real and 99 percent fake
Few of it are virtues while others are vice
Why did I take other peoples advice?

Always love animals, advisors told
But the animal activists gave me a scold
When I told that animals taste cool
I was beaten as if I was a fool

Please save water, was a posters advice
But like a moron I accepted this vice
So I started having shower with my girlfriend
And that is when my happiness came to end

They told, Love your neighbour
So I had an affair till she had pains of labour
In the hospital, instead of she, I was brought
For the mistake done I was caught

Behind every successful man, there is a woman
This advice was given by my good friend
So I married with two, but lately knew
Behind every unsuccessful man, there are two

Money is not the only thing in life
So I bought a credit card for my wife
My money were spent to such a great force
That I was forced to give her divorce

Now I advice, Everyone should marry
As everyone has some duties to carry
I think it is necessary to have a wife
Afterall, Happiness is not the only thing in life.

Why Did I Fall In Love ???

I knew it would give me pains
I knew it would give me no gains
I knew it would hurt me a lot
I knew it was something I could not afford
I knew about it

I knew I would not be noticed
I knew I would not get justice
I knew she did not think about me
I knew she wasn't interested in me
I knew about it

I knew my love was unstoppable
I knew my love was unforgivable
I knew we weren't made for each other
I knew my feelings would be murdered
I knew about it

Now I ask myself
I knew all about herself
I knew it would not bring on my face a curve
Then WHY DID I FALL IN LOVE ???

Lover's Paradise

I roamed around the globe
And came across a park
Where lovers would meet
In light and in dark.
There was no treachery around
No cheat and no bogus
Just a sweet essence of love
Spread by Goddess Venus.

She roamed like an angel
To talk to those who prayed
To talk about the people
In their hearts who stayed.
She met different people
Of different tastes and kinds
Who had different thinking
Who had different minds.

She had a query in her mind
Which seemed to be crucial
So she questioned every lover
"About your lover what is so special?"
Some said about the eyes
Some said about the nose
Many said about the body
While some said about the toes.

Then she came to me
To listen to my reply
I thought about her speciality
Which I couldn't deny
I thought about her too much
And tried not to be insane
As I wanted my love
Not to go in vain.

I replied Oh Goddess of Love,
I will not tell you lies
I love her so blindly
That I cannot see her eyes.
Her talks have been a proof
That her personality is smart
But one special thing I like
Is the place where I reside - Her HEART!

Is Happiness Permanent ???

Can I keep happiness forever
And acqauint with sorrows never?
Can I be joyful and glee
And tell the sorrows to flee?
Can I enjoy all moments of life
And convert it to a rose than a knife?
Can I stop the happiest time
Sweet as sugar and not sour as lime?
Can I keep always a smiling face
To avoid losing the life's hurdle race?

Can I have a friend whether girl or boy
Who divides my sorrow and multiplies my joy?
Can I always remain victorious
And forget to remain furious?
Can I be the happiest guy
Whose limit is after touching the sky?
Can I always make you happy
Smoothen your life rather than crappy?
Can I say no to death
And continue to take breath?

These are the questions that answer NO
Life is full of action with friend and foe
Sorrows is the part and parcel of anyone's life
Afterall, HAPPINESS IS NOT THE ONLY THING IN LIFE!!!

Life is Like...

Life is like a MUSIC
Which teaches a lesson from basic
It has music like rock
Which relieves us from shock
It also involves trance
Where the mind feels to dance.

Life is like a FLOWER
Which dreams to be tall as tower
It is as pretty as lotus
And struggles for survival like cactus
Sometimes it brings dooms
But then like a rose it blooms.

Life is like a BOOK TO STUDY
Which tells us to make new buddy
It involves participation of stationery
Which helps to solve its query
It involves the unknown text
Coz only God knows What Happens Next???

Romeo

How would you feel
when you hear me say
The story about Romeo
who dies everyday.

Unlike the real Romeo
Who was a bravesoldier
He is a common sculptor
Making statues from a boulder.

Unlike the real juliet
Who was a charming princess
She is the smiling statue
Of his dead lover standing lifeless.

She is dead as a morgue
Yet smiling as if alive
She is dead for the world
But for him she is alive.

People passing by the road
Laugh on seeing the statue
But no one ever notices
On her face is shining virtue.

Sometimes he gets shocked
By watching the nightmare again
The nightmare of her death
Almost drives him insane.

He is dead every night
But wakes up in the morning
His face is found to be smiling
But his heart is still mourning.

Words

I thought I would bring down the sky
To describe what your love means to me.
I thought I would jump very high
To describe how your love has made me free.

I thought I would gift you all flowers
To describe how lovely your eyes are.
I thought I would construct a tower
To describe your body that shines like a star.

You might feel that my voice has gone feeble
By telling you my thoughts that are impossible.
To describe you my love, my thoughts are absurd
Now I can only describe you by a few words.

Lost Love

Lonely I travel and weirdly I wander,
Sometimes in my mind I often wonder.
Searching for my love somewhere lost,
Finding her in heat and in frost.

I cover my heart by putting a stone,
And avoid someone finding that I am alone.
Her search has always thrilled my nerve,
It thus encourages me to find my love.

I go to a tree to rest and lay,
And wait for a last longing compadre.
Who can fill my life with full of happiness,
And thus free me from clutches of loneliness.

To find my lost love I have travelled miles,
I have almost forgotten to keep smiles.
My part and parcel are my frowns,
Laughing on my life's ups and downs.

Always a chill runs through my spine,
But I ignore it and make myself fine.
As tomorrow you will see me like a wild dove,
Roaming on a quest to find my lost love.

What is Life ???

Life is a mixture of ups and downs,
Regularly visited by smiles and frowns.
Life has partners like sorrows and joy,
Beautiful as a girl and adventurous as a boy.

Life is risky like handling a gun,
Though it gives us immense fun.
Life has colours like bright and pale,
Like a bread, mood is fresh and stale.

Life is a combo of devil and God,
Where you are greeted by slangs and applaud.
Life is full of surprises and twists,
Life itself is an eternal bliss.

Life has timings of early and late,
It easily conquers fortune and fate.
Life is a get together of earth and sky,
Where one day to earth we say "Good Bye".

My Introduction

To some I am a dancer
To some I am a poet
To some I am a reader
But it's beyond my limit to know it.

To some I am a scholar
To some I am a fool
To some I am a timid deer
To some I am a viscious bull.

Oh Dear! What a pity!
Nobody knows my identity
My dream is to have a high bounce
And never give up through ups and downs.

My motto is to steal the fun
That's why people call me "Bhavin the great 1"

Could he be The Last Lear?

Last night I was extremely bored and I had to do something to freshen up my mood. I chose to watch The Last Lear. What can I say about this movie? It's completely for those who are passionate about true cinema. Amitabh's acting being outstanding, is a common term. But what surprises me is one question that goes around my mind. How often do you see Arjun Rampal giving the performance of lifetime? I had heard a lot about Ritupurna Ghosh as a director. What fancies me about him is the kind of cinema that he creates. If Raincoat was a splendid piece of work then The Last Lear definately has to be a step ahead.

This movie motivates people in some or the other way. I would be honest enough to say that Amitabh rejuvenated my passion of arts. He surely has inspired me to follow my passions religiously.

But looking at the kind of cinema being made, could this be the last film of such art film? Looking at the way other actors doing senseless commercial films, could this be Amitabh's last art film? Just like Satyajit Ray was the last king of the art film markers, just as Shakespeare was the last person to be the God of literature, known for his creations all over the world, could Amitabh be The Last Lear of Hindi Cinema?

This question certainly arises in my mind. All I wish is to see many of such thought provoking films. Thats Bugs signing off for the time being. Chao!

Googly of Life

Well... I know this title seems to be weird. But nowadays the saying has changed, "The weirder... The better"

Well! What do I say actually! Reading the news headlines has really pissed me off to a certain extent. The cases of Neeraj Grover and Aarushi Talwar has become a joke for the nation. On top of it, the controversies surrounding the Big Bang experiment has finally made a laughing stock of those people who created rifts and rumours to stop it from happening. On top of it, deal with a few people and certain situations added as a thorn in my life. These all things really took a toll on my health and I had to do something to curb my frustration.

So last night I finally gathered some courage to pick up my guitar. I heard a song whose lyrics are as follows:

Tum ho to... Gaata hai dil
Tum nahi... To geet kahan
Tum ho to... To hai manzil
Tum nahi... To raah kahan

Well... I don't know what happened to me later on. But I could feel something going on in my mind and I had to pick up the guitar and just play it off. People tend to deal with unavoidable, unarguable situations and circumstances through different ways. Some do it by crying about past, some do it by smoking or by whining or complaining and some do it in some or the other manner to beat the disturbed conscience.

I do not feel ashamed to confess that I deal with such situations of life by writing or playing guitar. Umm.. Its true that it hurts sometimes. But then atleast I heave a sigh of relief that I do not vent my frustration on other people.

This is what I know as a googly of my life... I can see myself as a batsman who needs to defend the googlies of situations bowled by life. I feel better by this approach. And I guess one should adopt this strategy to deal with the situations in life.

Destination Adhoi

Hi ya...

Its the first and the last day of my trip to native place, Adhoi. Well... What do I say about this place. It's a mixture of a residential areas, lush green fields, man-made gardens and it is a cream area of archeologists (or archaeologists). The massive earthquake on January 26th, 2001 (sorry, I am bad at remembering dates) proved to be a mixed fortune for my fellow Vagadites. Though many people died but then the status of poorer class changed. And surprisingly, Adhoi has been given a heritage status like Harappa and Mohenjodaro civilizations.

The earthquake changed everything except the helpful nature of people. In the coming days of my blog, I intend to tell you the stories of few such people who have picked up the bits and pieces of their lives, who have dared to accept the challenge thrown to them by their destiny and about those who have not given up themselves to pessimism.

Coming back to my holiday trip, I have reached my destination to seek the blessing of Ambe Maa. The ambience is hauntingly eerie. Animals, mostly dogs, have made the old Adhoi as their abode. The structure at most of the broken and cracked homes is very weak and risky. It reminds me of the buildings of Mumbai that have been declared unsafe by the court and BMC.

Me and my cousins decide to throw a feast for our fellows in our bloodline after we return from a place called Saat Aambli Wala Dada. Not many people believe this, but we feel Mataji is happy by the way we organise such 'aathams (meaning the 8th day of a month in a hindu calender)'. We then make our way towards Saat Aambli Wala Dada. There is a story that says one of our ancestors died at that place in a well to be safe from dacoits. His sister jumped in the well in order to save him. But she too died in the process. The legend says that the spirits, or whatever it is, of these two people guide us in our life and they help us whenever we face difficulties at any moment of life. Some people believe it and some don't. I do. We finish our lunch and make a swift visit to new Adhoi village that is about 2 kms aways from the old one.

To make the trip more exciting, we go to visit other places like Bhachau, Ravechi Mata's Fair, Samakhiyali Sai Dham and Ramdev Pir at Vondh. Finally its time for dinner at Hotel Aashirwad near the highway. We reached the station to board the train back to Mumbai with RAC tickets. It's tiring but hoping to visit next month at Adhoi again...

Holiday time

Life is weird... It throws you surprises when you expect it the least. This is what is happening today with me. I 'm off to a mini vacation to my native place. Currently I have boarded the train with my other fellow cousins and we have settled ourselves on our respective seats. There's no shortage of food out here. Everyone's busy planning about tomorrow's activities.

The worst part is that I haven't informed any of my friends about my so called surprise trip. But then... Thik hai na! I'll be greeted with a couple of slangs and nothing more than that.

It's 7 pm right now and we have just completed round one of playing cards. Oh! I seriously hate cards. But being the youngest of all, I have to obey as they command. But I have to confess that I am the most pampered brother among my cousins.

We have finished dining and now I'm off to the AC compartment where my other cousin is busy checking out babes! Hahaha... Funny guy!

Phew... I'm back in my compartment and currently its around 8.30 pm. The train has just reached Surat and the round two of playing cards has started. Luckily, this time I'm not forced to join. I choose to just be a spectator and enjoy the bitching session among the cousins...

Oh! Oh! Phas gaya! These people pull me to play cards. And as usual, I lose... There are two 'hawaldars' on duty who think we are gambling. And we poke fun of those two. "Ye mera do kela daav pe laga... Mera teen.." None of us are understanding what are we saying. Finally the 'hawaldars' go and we close our game session and have a heartful laugh over the 'kelas'.

It's time to buzz off... Good night... And I'm looking forward to enjoy my one-day vacation... Chao!

Bas Yun Hi...

Consider this...

Early morning... The first ray of sun kissing my face... I get ready to go to my office... New car... A wicked idea... Taking the car along... Nervous hands... Heartbeats pacing at a faster rate than normal... Loud music in car tape... Everything fine while driving... Parking troubles... Finally reaching the destination... All fine by then... Time to go back for lunch... Drive back home... Reach the society... Suddenly.... Screeeeechhhh!!!! And I mess up my new car... Hahahaha...

Well... I guess now I can proudly show off my car's first scratches to everyone. But overall, it was fun driving the car... Ya.. my car also did the usual 'jhatkas and matkas' but considering myself a fresher, I guess I am allowed to do so... Everyone dares to sit in my car except my Mom and Dad. I guess they get scared to travel with me when I drive the car. Mind you... I am not a rash driver. But these people do have a mental block in their minds.

The day was a bit weird than usual. Jain festival being over, everyone was busy attending functions in Mumbai. Like every person, I did the same thing. Attending functions, posing with a fake smile and just look at other people's face until some known person comes. The worst part I hate about the people around is the way they 'sensationalize' certain talks. Oh! Give others a break yaar...

Ultimately the frustration reached a certain level and I found it was time to leave the place for betterment. The best part when I get frustrated is that I get to listen to music. And I would confess that today I really wanted to touch my guitar... I really missed played it. But things have changed, equations have changed, relationships have changed... and I guess... Bhavin has changed...

It's time to sleep as I sign off... Chao!

Back To Square One!

Knock knock...
Who's there?
It's Bhavin...
Bhavin, who?
Bhavin, the one who keeps himself busy, to kill time!

Hahaha... The festival season has begun... With Paryushan over, I'm back to square one. Life's been really funny since past few days. Time isn't easy enough to pass out as earlier... Elders say that 'Time Flies' but not in my case. These days it was like, come to the office, work, go home from lunch, return to work, go back home for evening dinner, come back again to work and finally go home directly to the bed.

And now it's back to the basics, slog out in the office for most of the time and go home just for the sake of sleeping, eating and (ahem ahem)... Sometimes I feel, what is the difference between me and my employees. The place where they stay is referred as lodge and I refer my place as home... Yawns, I guess now every morning I wake up, I'll have to make myself realise, "Beta Bhavin? Its back to square one!"

Bye Bye Paryushan... Welcome Ganesha

Hi there... Finally the Jain festival is over... All those fun...The laddoos... The decorations... The Aarti... The fashion parade by the ladies (winks).... The fastings and all... All over for a year... Man... I 'll be missing the days of past...

Speaking about past, I remember so many things from my past. Those fun days with friends... A misunderstanding-free life... I believe, most of the people (me included), still carry the baggage of the past... Oh! Give a break yaar! Can't we just move on? Perhaps not!

Hopefully Ganesha should help us... Afterall He's the Ultimate VIGHNAHARTA... Dear Ganesha, please remove all our obstacles that stop us from living a worry-free life...

That's Bugs vomitting out his feelings again... Njoi...

A Real Sneaky Stuff

Hi there.... Ummm... It's precisely 3.30 a.m. in my clock right now and I am going through a feeling of euphoria right now... Imagine staying awake till this late and sneaking off from the bed to blog around on my Nokia E90. Yes boss, you are reading it correct... After confessing about the rented laptop, I fear for my hair (of course, not life).... What if I get tonsured! Hahaha...

Bending the rules is so much fun... And when Bhavin does it, it ought to be different. Well, inspite of being warned by my parents and elders not to watch movies in this holy festival, I sneaked off to watch Rock On! Man... What a movie... How the hell could I miss it! It's so much like Dil Chahta Hai... I don't wish to write the review or the synopsis of the story but I have to make a confession, it really tried to break my stone heart... And I would be honest... It was partially successful... (Well... Capricorn you see... I feel it hard to digest that I actually cried. I could feel the lump in my throat...)

Man! Life was so much normal... till I saw this movie... But that doesn't mean that the movie was bad... Boss, I give it a 4 star rating... I mean... life was so normal. I had no motive or aim in life... That's why I just took my life as it went... But suddenly, I feel life being so mechanical, so suffocative and so confusing... Being an introvert person, my life revolved around only a few selected friends... School life didn't teach me the meaning of friendship, as hardly anybody liked my company. Hahaha. But I have no regrets about it! I was the best bet for being a laughing stock in my school. So to be honest, I never had people around me who could have set an example of friendship in my life... And I thank them... Had they not done like this, I wouldn't have been able to distinguish between friends and 'true' friends.... (If my schoolmates read this, they are going to bay for my blood... I guess I am used to their tactics...)

And then, the golden period of my life came... college days... where I found best of friends... Adam, Eve, Hum, Tum, Kavi, Kris, Miss India... Time passed and we drifted apart, delved and got crushed in our own lives...

What I realise today is, though I still have these people around me but we aint looking like a group anymore... You can call it clashes of ego or battle of self respect or whatever... But I realise that no individual is bigger than a team and no friend is bigger than a group...

I wished I could have explained them about it... But, I guess I was one of the people who tried to wash out the dirty linen in public... Hum always said, "He never pelts stone on other people's houses who has a hut of glass... He never preaches who never practices... And he never advices who never follows it..." I realise his meaning today... Cut the confession...

Guys.. if you are reading this... Sorry for all the lies that I said, sorry for all the wrong things that I did and sorry for spoiling the meaning of friendship... But just one request... Let's get united again... Let's create the same old Magik again... And finally... Let's Rock On...

Nothing much more to write... It's 4.30 am... I guess Mom has woken up... Got to sneak back to my bed... See you...

Bugs.

Ravana: The Next God of Jains

Hi there... Day 3 of the usual vomitting of thoughts on this little rented laptop... hahaha... I pity on the owner of this laptop who'll chase me for my blood, when he reads this...

On a serious note, I am sorry for writing only about Jainism nowadays. No hard feelings or no special reasons or vested interests behind it... Its just because this topic creates much more interest nowadays among the readers of this not-so-famous blog....

By the way, its the 6th day of the festival. Looking at the Mahavir Jayanti festival in my area was sure a visual treat for me... While the devotional songs and dances were an icing on the cake, what shocked me most was a truth that was hidden beneath the heaps of time... Did you know that Ravana is going to be one of the next 24 Tirthankars of Jainism?

Now the one who reads this may find it rubbish, but contrary, I am feeling amazed by this relevation. The story goes like this that Ravana was not a bad guy at heart. As a king, he took care of his subjects. He handled his kingdom quite well. He was well versed with the knowledge in religious books. In fact, he was a person who liked peace. He was the one of the biggest bhakts of Lord Munisuvrath Swami and Lord Shantinath. He would religiously follow the principles of Jainism and sing and dance in the name of the God...

One such day, he was playing veena and his wife Mandodari was dancing on his devotional songs to please the Lord. Ravana was so engrossed in his bhakti that one of the strings of his veena broke... At once, Ravana tore his thigh and pulled out one of his nerves and attached it to the broken string of his veena. The pain was immense but it seemed to be smaller against the happiness that he was getting from sings the praises of his Lord....

Impressed by Ravana's devotion, Lord descended and blessed him with a boon that he was going to be one of the 24 Tirthankars of Jainism...

So why did Ravana commit the biggest crime of the history by kidnapping Mother Sita? Why did he choose to become a villain in the eyes of the people of the future? Well... The story goes like this...

Ravana had asked a Rishi (sage) about the cause of his death. The sage replied that he shall die at the hands of a God who was also known as one of the masters of this universe, for kidnapping His wife. Ravana was pained by this and prayed to God to stop him from committing this sin. But what was written... was written... It was written and the rest is history. Hardly anybody knows that God himself had come to free Ravana in his that birth...

It's said that Ravana is somewhere around us.. Nobody knows in which avatar is he, but one thing is sure, he is washing his past karmas so that he could be good and free himself from the cycle of birth and death...

What I found interesting was, if a person like Ravana can be so great in his devotions then why can't we? It's necessary for the present generation to stop the wayward people from stranding away from the path of virtue, religion and God...

It's Bugs signing off this time on a shorter note... Chao!