Cell phones

My Fresh Taglines! Howzzat!

What a phone! - Vod-a-fone!

Never say never  for Nokia!

Air-tel - A Breath of Fresh Air! 

BPL - Bridging Peoples Lives!

Soft drinks

Thums Up - A signal of Life..

Coke - a high with a fizz..

Sprite - the spirit of fun 

Search Engines

Google - Online Genie.. New name for Internet

Yahoo - A Happy Search

MSN - Managing Significant Networking

Hopeful negation

hopeful negation

life gives us second chances sometimes...
and we are grateful too..
till time weaves its spell..
yet again.. 

and all the resolves.. all the promises
made to the self
fade into oblivious clouds of hopeful negation
and shifting eyes that avoid their own reflection..

these eyes that compulsively blink
and a heart that never forgets to beat
this step forward leaving one behind
this fist that opens emptying air unseen..

what do I say to convince myself
for every thought lies veiled in words
I take a broom to sweep in vain
for just an iota of pure peaceful space.. 

Review

What is a review all about? A few words of introduction, like an epitaph, delineating the very essence of an object, person or product, through a singular viewpoint. In this deep necessity and dependency for such opinions, one should always determine their individual taste, need and choice criterias, before dismissing outright something or someone, so painstakingly put together.

Problems

This blog is simply to form a thread of stated problems to truly understand what 'problems' really are.. Thus seeing through them.. looking beyond them.. And thereby getting to the truth about life itself.. This is totally an experimentive effort, which works towards the benefit of all.. For stress has become an inseparable part of our lives, and hearing about the problems of others.. Or just putting them collectively, we might finally realize what is the worst that can happen to us.. And how trivial some of the things seem in comparison.. It might bode for a better empathic understanding of mankind as a whole.. Where we look out and stand up for each other.. Also there might be as many hands helping each other out simply because we are all on the same page..  

posthumous clarity

9march 2021

The lights danced in their safe cocoon.. unaware of a Dragon diving inside.. wings spread wide it stood treading water, enjoying the sight.. the blues played for calming effect.. a harp formed to strum compelling chords.. light maidens swayed with it, in blissful trance.. the sky paled in fear, turning pink at its silliness.. the moon laughed from ear to ear.. chortling in playful reaction.. the dragon bowed along with its rider.. ready to fly away.. signaled by the flame that streaked across the sky.. the sun rose to speak.. ready to unveil the confusion and mystery.. echoing off windows, in posthumous clarity.

dancing on the waves

8mar 2021

The mist and the fog sought a different holiday destination.. cleansing everything behind with hues of freshness and pride.. the buildings stood tall, their reflections diving into the sea.. the streets lit up like festival lights as far as the eye could see.. dipping and stretching.. dancing on the waves.. celebrating their own presence, on a natural stage.. the moon bowed gallantly to the stars, twinkling in the sky, asking for just one dance.. the wind flew light and free, pitching each sound effortlessly.. every plane calling out a greeting.. or goodbye.. 

mist of thoughts

7mar 2021

Silence flounders in the mist of thoughts, glimpsing the moon strum notes of quiet and peace.. lost in that music, it moves to the soundless rhythm pulsing within.. it has a voice, it has a song, it speaks a language translated in our Being.. unheard.. unfelt.. the disquiet compels.. the chaos directs.. rushing moments into a frenzy.. and time, mirror to a mirage.. the sky spreads its palette in the East, brush held uncertainly, between the greys and pinks.. the sun finger paints muted hues, in the tranquil spaces of my heart.. writing pages of love in my eyes, making darkness a myth.. holding my hand.. beaming with light.. 

peachy sky

6mar 2021

A peachy sky cajoled the greys and blues holding a wan moon in their arms.. the wind danced in refreshing abandon, pushing the unseen clouds swarming around.. the fog moved in with a heavy tread, reflecting the environment in our minds.. like a single thought removing any clarity, making it hard to see, densing with attached stories rioting alongside.. drawing reactions to lash out blindly.. if we accept the infinite facets of nature.. why limit ourselves with labels and names and stamps.. the rising sun and waning moon, all fragments created in our minds..

mixed tongues

5mar 2021

The moon grimaced sensing alien presence.. the sea stilled in worried reflection.. blimps of lighted glimpsed from afar, glided on its surface, converging towards some pre-fixed destination.. transforming into a giant wheel, invisible in its glaring light, the aliens sat facing the East, waiting to steal the sunrise.. hearts froze in hushed silence, scared to make any sound.. but the parrots laughed and screamed on time, alerting the ship into a water turbine.. the sky was tickled pink at their hurried fall.. someone lit a fire at the shore, the wind directing its shape into an ominous dinosaur.. two crows kissed each other thinking doom is near.. birds raised a cacophony of mixed tongues, cries of fear, or war, hard to decipher.. footprints of the sun reached the scene, walking around the wooden boats standing there.. 

cryptic clues

4march 2021

The rosy fingers of Dawn peep through robes of purple, indigo, and blue.. witnessing my quiet reverie, holding out its arms.. it paints my words in shapes and colors.. Dreams leave cryptic clues in languages hard to define.. Books let us experience every page of the world inside.. Nature represents the meanings life unfolds in our hearts.. Creation woos and loves pieces of itself reflected around.. Divinity holds in its mirror the entire Universe.. but our thoughts build the worlds we live, looking to Him looking at Us.. 

singular canvas

3march 2021

The pure breeze spread notes of chanting, echoing from every corner.. with myriad conches blowing in celebration of the deity within and without.. the moon, a silent witness to this sanctity, walked with me hand in hand, beaming its love, enjoying the twinkle of happiness emanating by its side.. ethereal hues shone in the sea and sky, who colored whom, impossible to surmise.. meeting across the horizon seamlessly, merging themselves into a singular canvas, painting shades of diluted sunshine.. 

tinge of paradise

2march 2021

My thoughts take wing and fly with the parrots, bratty and saucy, diving and screaming with refreshing glee.. freeing my heart from earth-bound shackles, they soar over the clouds, changing shapes and colors with matching speed.. filling my mind with shifting seasons, too swift to single or recognize.. creating fields of playful mines, they perceive a hand beckoning compellingly.. one jumps on, and others follow.. flushed with exhilaration, bathed in golden sunrise.. walking with the sun, leaving its footprints in the dark spaces within.. disintegrating, reborn, refreshed.. ready to start a new story with a tinge of praradise.. 

world holds its breath

1march 2021

Bathing in shards of moonlight, cleansing all the noise, peace quietly melts into everything.. what makes the eagle scream incessantly.. in earnest sound, filled with worry.. begging the moon to find its little one, who seemed to have gone missing.. the wind woke up to join the search, carrying whispers of a weak echo, from the opposite direction.. transfixed in a happy moment, we witness the hand of the Divine alchemist transform a silvery world to gold.. clouds experiment with hues seeking the right fit.. spilling color all around in excited hurry.. one shapes itself as a white steed, stricken in mellow light.. few jump off like riders rolling into a ball in practiced fall.. slivers of rosy skin peep through the gold spun veil, as the world holds its breath, spellbound..