Jiye Jaa Rahe Hain...

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कल के सपने, पलकों पे अपने।

मंज़िल की कमी है,
पर चले जा रहे हैं।

अपनों की गलतियां, वक़्त के हिस्से।

दम-साज़ की कमी है,
पर साथ निभाए जा रहे हैं।

हाथों की लकीरें, किस्मत के किस्से।

खुशियों की कमी है,
पर मुस्कुराये जा रहे हैं।

किश्तों की ज़िन्दगी, गैरों से रिश्ते।

सांसों की कमी है,
पर जिये जा रहे हैं।

IT'S BEEN A WHILE..

It's been a while. Yes, I know. Normally, I do not write about what has been going on in my life. But, I guess my blog needs a explanation for the "it's been a while". To keep it short, a job switch comes with a heavy price of leaving the comfortable shadow of a homely city to the hustle and bustle of new one, the pain of parting with awesome friends and great colleagues.. but definitely you carry some awesome memories.

Settling down ain't easy either. The basic human needs like internet are not readily available most of the times. In a closed European (read German) society, meeting and making new friends ain't easy either. Then you have to find a new place to throw your paraphernalia's, which depending on your language skills could take tiresome 3-4 months or even more. 

However, you still try to find sometime for yourself (to do justice to the new city) and try to explore the city a little. In this adventure you meet some awesome people (some friends some acquaintances), visit incredible place (some vintage museum to some leisure walks) and sometime do crazy stuff (...errrr let's not go into that).

I moved to Düssledorf sometime in July last year, an incredibly expensive city for no reason whatsoever. Nevermind. I got to visit something like a museum, well more of a garage, that goes by the name of 'classic remise'. What a mesmerizing place for all vintage car lovers. From Mercedes, BMW, Jaguar, Audi, Alfa-Romeo... there is no end. From the names that ceased to exist with time and the names that are still creating history in their own sense. All at one place. I will stop saying anything more and let you have your peace with the preview... but you got to visit the place. Atleast, when you are in the city.

..for the merc lovers.

..the silver horse.

..that one roared. did you hear?

..as long as it could get.!

..have u watched that's 70s show?

..the glittering porsche!

grace.. space.. pace.. the Jag-Mark-V

..the style icon!

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♫ ♫ I came across an amazing folk-fusion band for Pune, India that goes by the name Empty cafe. Stumbled upon this masterpiece ~ wounded, empty cafe.

Disconnected

I don’t know what I really wanna write.. probably I wanna talk.. talk to the point where I get so exhausted that I crash wherever I stand. Lately there had been so much shit going on in life.. my life.. that I have kinda accepted it as a fact that Life is shit.. nothing else. Somehow.. life is extra shitty when you come from a country like India.

No one cares about you.. not just not as much as you yourself do... but not at all.. probably not even your parents. In a money minded and show-off culture like ours.. nothing is more important than how society looks at us.. how they talk to us.. what they talk about us. If you have money to give away.. lend.. or even to show off.. people would lick your arse every morning.. noon and night.

When u are committed to something.. people start using your commitment against you. Will make you feel as beggar.. and well.. beggars are not choosers. So, you have no right to think about yourself. If you are committed.. you have given all the rights to the people around you to stab u again and again... probably until you bleed out.

Some people say that suicide is an easy thing.. running away is easy and thats what suicide is all about.. and that we shud think about people who we leave behind us.. Enough has already been said about people and dear ones.. But I wonder if its that easy a thing to do.. or may be I have always had half hearted feelings about it. May be I am too spineless to find such an easy task as the most daunting one.

Life had always been partial with me. I wonder why life regards me with such animosity. I always had to go that extra mile to achieve the most trivial thing.. though my siblings will have a different opinion.. but my friends who have known me for past couple of years will vouch for that. Half of my life went down the drain struggling for something or the other. I feel tired now. I feel like giving up.

I wonder how much strength it takes to leave everything behind. Everything and everyone you cared about. Probably, a lot. It amazes me how we hold on to hypothetical things and hypocrite people.. and give so much of our life to them.. that we end being nothing but just some use and throw paper napkins.. not just to be torn and thrown away but to be shredded piece by piece before they are dumped in the bin.

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♫ ♫ "If what they say is 'Nothing is forever'.. what makes love the exception?" ~ hey ya, outkast