Category Archives: Touche’

Romancing Capital

I have always wanted to indite my gratitude towards the national capital. But my last attempt to do so was severely hampered by an enigma that I have always carried with me. So this time I have tried my level best not to stray from the goal.

Not all those who wander are lost. I have travelled to Delhi more number of times than any other city. I have also been to Mumbai, Kolkata, Bangalore, Ahmedabad and other big cities and I liked them a lot. But whenever I have left these cities none seemed to be calling me back for more. This is what makes Delhi special.

Hey I can sense myself straying. Love is an evil, my bwoy!!!

So Delhi is a ‘mast mast sheher’ and it always keeps you wanting for more. A certain degree of warmth you can always sense certainly more that other cities. I am not saying other cities are bad places but Delhi is definitely more livable. So I will start writing what I wanted to write, good or bad. My Delhi friends please forgive me you find anything odd in this.

Food is awesome and cheap. You don’t always have to burn a hole in your pocket to get eatable food. Simplest and smallest of eateries will serve you the food that you will end up licking your fingers. I am a veggie but I must say Delhites are crazy about chicken. Some items of Delhi are trademark esp butter chicken, chole bhature, kebabs, etc. I love Delhi’s paneer butter masala. Also I am a big fan of momos. Ask me about Delhi’s most fantastic momo’s spot and I have a story to tell.

The best street food in the world for an urban place ( and I am comparing Chandigarh, Mumbai, Bangalore, Ahmedabad, Kolkata, Patna, Allahabad and other North Indian cities of importance only).

I must say people are good looking maybe not always very polite. But that’s alright as nobody gives a F. Dressing is mostly up to the mark.

Best educational facilities in India and most importantly the best libraries I have ever seen.

Best places to go for culture including museums, habitat center, historic places, plays. Definitely not great for concerts, I have a horrible experience of that, so don’t poke me on that. Plus I would like to add that Delhi doesn’t have any nightlife, a big negative when you compare it with Mumbai or Bangalore.

Delhi metro is the best in India. I guess I don’t need to elaborate on that point.

Not very expensive to live in. Many cheap and flexible hostels and lodging options if you really are a man enough to live in those areas. And if you are really a cash machine, Delhi is specially for you.

Lovely parks best IMHO in all urban India except Chandigarh. I have known Delhi from those days when it was polluted, but believe me it’s much more greener that you think it is.

Delhi cops not that good compared to Mumbai( except that they should start speaking Hindi as well) but really hard working and less corrupt than rest of India.

Rule of law especially regarding violent crime against women. Crime gets punished strictly otherwise when newspapers make hue and cry. But I can not say that for whole NCR. In fact I must say NCR people must learnt to respect women. It is definitely not safe for women.

Also Delhi is the center of power with our so called ‘respectable’ parliament in there always keen to fox poor people.

I must add my friends that Delhi has a terrific history that always makes us proud. After all its the capital dude.

Dilli rules.!!


After the sunset… Romancing Capital

My dying fantasy with the national capital suddenly came alive in wake of sudden chain of events in the last one month or so. This last sip from the cocktail of emotions of mine bound with Delhi had almost every flavor one could even imagine. While leaving the capital this time I had a very strong desire to comeback as soon as possible just to be with her.

‘Before sunrise’ had feelings of parting, but ‘After sunset’ has the wildest of possibilities of a comeback. Former rendered me weak and broke, but in the later I am feeling stronger than ever and much more insured. It’s good that it is happening, the wait has only bettered the flavor of the cocktail.

After she bid adieu, with last glimpse of her getting into the elevator. I boarded the metro not even sure about where I intended to go.

I spent some fantastic 8 hours with her. I tell you what is different with her being with me. She has this mysteriously electrifying presence so desirable, that she will make you want her more and more with every single passing moment. A lifetime’s serenade definitely. She is like someone who will make you feel so normal even under glare of millions of tensions. She seems to have always been a part of my existence touching my circadian rhythm with such ease and elegance.

See how I intended to write about the romancing capital but my intent has no control over my blogging. She entirely has.



I wish I could make a world of words and be the senator. After all it’s about the lies as I see.

Everyone is befooling the other fool fellas. Wife lies to her husband, boyfriend to her girlfriend, employees to their bosses, students to their educators, and a a hell lot of other people who seem so deep in their world of falsehood that they appear to be made for each other. And mind it it’s a both way traffic. The later ones aren’t good either.

The height is when you see guys lying to the god himself. And the god does the same in return.

I am not a diehard pessimist. But I can see the things the way they are. Because I am the Mr. Perfect. You might just ridicule me as Mr. Rhetoric. As I said you can.

Finishing second in the Olympics gets you silver but finishing second in life gets you oblivion.

Before Sunrise

Well frankly speaking I never thought of writing this over a blog or make it public at anytime in my life. Because I don’t like writing about love especially my own. But you see it’s here.

It was when I saw the flick ‘ Before Sunrise’ I couldn’t stop myself. It’s not for the first time I have seen this flick. I am kind of used to watching the same flick every now and then. It somehow shows my own story with a girl as beautiful as an angel, a feeling as divine as the first ray of light reaches the earth. But this time it was special.

Almost over year and a half to this day, probably 30/31st of may ( I suck at remembering dates), pretty much similar thing happened to me. What more do you want in your life other that a full 24 hours of passion and dedication with the lassie from your dreams?

A few years down the line a day will come I will read this post and laugh at my self. May be it can happen that I will think foolish of myself writing this post. But believe me each and every moment that day I could sense tranquility. I had nothing to lose, I had everything to lose. Things turn out to be awfully strange sometimes. And the funniest part is you really can’t do anything about it. I had hope of course, or why would I have been there?

Funny isn’t it, hope, content, tranquility, remorse, and blah, blah, blah !!! Halcyon days of my life. 

I knew she is leaving to never come back. I somewhere knew I would never be able to see her. I kept staring like a lamb. But there was this feeling of content. I was smiling deep somewhere in my heart when she promised to comeback the following day. She looked beautiful that moment. Well guess what, I was right, she didn’t comeback, not only the next day but never after. How brilliant I am at times that I am able to foresee the future?

So did it hurt? Of course it did. I was devastated. It was like a nightmare. But it was nothing that I hadn’t been prophesying. It was a long overdue meltdown for us. So I was kind of prepared and she was determined. She will always be an enigma.

Right from the moment I picked her up near her college at 7, to the Connaught Place at 11, to the Comesum at Nizamuddin station at 12, back to the Connaught Place at around 4 in the morning( OMG!!! it was like Carpe diem), I kept telling myself, “This is the day dude, maybe you won’t see her again, maybe you would, but this is the time to tell, talk, convince, impress, force, cajole her. It’s not done as yet.”

We watched a movie, don’t even remember the name. We moved around as if it’s our first date. It looked to me as if Delhi is suddenly an unknown place, and I have a task of finding an amusement for my beloved. She didn’t have her cellphone with her, and neither did I. We were like anonymous fellas trying to compromise with each other. But I loved her, Oh I really did.

We kissed each other. Ahem ahem!!! But something was missing. I will tell about that missing thing later.



…As I remember You

I pictured your Gorgeous Eyes looking at me so Passionately,

And Tender, that they whispered to my soul.

…As I remember You

I remembered when your Lips first Oh! so sweetly caressed mine.

And I knew I was in Love.

…As I remember You

I closed my eyes and thanked god for leading me up to you,

And for giving me such a Precious Gift of Love.

…As I remember You

I couldn’t remember a day when I didn’t have You,

Because My Life began when my Heart met Yours.






“I still feel the same way as I felt earlier, honey. And believe me I have always felt the same and have never tried to play numbers on you.  Will you be mine again? Only if you wish to. You just have to take one step further and trust me.”

And guess what the reply came as spontaneously as it could ever get. “No”, she said in a very known low pitch voice wearing a melancholic smile. It felt like the divine arrow I had shot to pour down the rain of love in my otherwise deserted life was a misfire and in fact had hit me millions times fiercely.

I simply turned back and walked away. Smiling as if consoling myself that it wasn’t me who talked to her. Maybe someone did love her more. I walked out of the mall and took my car and drove as fast as I could. I was smiling may be at myself. OMG I was being a gross. I hated myself for a while but after that it was alright. only for a moment. As it has been for the last eight long years. Not a single day has passed that I haven’t missed her. Not a single achievement of mine has gone celebrated without being shared with her what if only in memories. I still walk with the same passport size photograph of hers in my wallet because I didn’t find anyone better. Its not that I didn’t try. I tried to move on and found going impossible. Every girl I dated was different and of course great. But none of them was like my WONDERGIRL.

I stopped at a place unknown to me. I tried to breathe easy and tried to hide the tears of a clown. Remembering some of the golden days of my life. Every single kiss that set my soul on vibrations, every single glimpse of her majestic beauty that had a aura of its own, every single movie that I saw with her seemed more meaningful, every single moment that we had together was like playing in front of my eyes. The more I tried to console myself more I got entangled in the clutches of her memories. It was like having no way out. I cried as usual as harder as I tried not to.

I decided that there is only one single way to get out of this. I drove harder and rushed to a liquor store at the end of the lane. Took a full JD. And called up some of my closest of pals and told them to come at my place and we would have a blast. Of course I didn’t tell them what exactly happened today as I left sharing things to anybody way back since she left me.

I sometimes ponder over this that I have real high profile job that million people would die for, I have a long smashing car which is high on the wish-list of anyone, I have a big house, I have a number of friends and some of then are really true fellahs. But still why I miss having that special some one.

Anyway I was on my way back home. The speedometer ticked as fast as it could. This song of Rehat Fateh Ali khan ‘ KINNA SOHNA TENU RAB NE BANAYA, JI KARE WEKHDA RAWA…’…..was playing on full volume.

The more I tried to run faster the more I felt being ensnared in her memories. OMG what is happening to me. Why am i shivering



I wish my epitaph read,




Sunday, August 1, 2010

An enigma that prevails….


“Hey!” that came out as awkward as it gets.

“Hey! It’s been while, where have you been? Or have you been avoiding me?”, I started as I was like feeling ambivalent.

“What do you mean?” looking puzzled as a frown settled on her face. “We’re over doesn’t mean my life is over.”

“I didn’t mean it that way” I guzzled down my leftover liquor in my glass. “What would you like?” Turning to the bartender “Give the lady what she wants, on my table.”

“Sex on the beach please” She said to the bartender. “Thanks… shouldn’t have”, she was like freezing when she gazed at me.

“It’s not a problem…for old times sake. What have you been up to?”

  After a few minutes of talking awkwardly and a few more drinks (really only I know what happens to me when I see her or even talk to her), the laughter surfaced as she and I tried to catch up with each others life. A person just passing that hadn’t witnessed the first few moments would think we were best mates with the way we spoke and acted. Intoxicated I asked her to dance with me which she gladly accepted. As we made our way to the dance floor.

“Why did we break up then? We seem to get along very much”, I whispered into her ears.

“True…I think it had to do with you being so far, we couldn’t handle the distance”

“Ah! yes but we actually didn’t break up, we just stopped communicating, you know?”, I was like telling that we were never meant to be together. Or maybe just trying to bridge the gap. I don’t know exactly.

Anyways I spun her around like she once told me while roaming around in a shopping mall. I looked directly into her eyes for a brief moment and proceeded to kiss her. She followed my lead as she had missed those lips of mine on her and had forgotten how it felt beside she could wake up the next day and blame it on the alcohol. She could remember, how I always left her wanting more, more than just a kiss, as if my lips on her skin ignited several sparks in her brain….she couldn’t think well and completely surrendered her thoughts to that mysterious kiss.

“What do you say about us taking our little party somewhere else?”, my voice ended her moment, she could feel my hard on as I drew her really close to myself. Even for me it was like the best feeling that I ever have had. She could smell the perfume well. How ironic !!! She accepted as I led her to the car.

In the car, we kissed passionately as I slowly tried to undress her.

“You don’t want any evidence that your girlfriend would see….”, she said as she resisted my hands.

How considerate !!! (as if she knew for sure that I had one). Well she was always smarter.

“Let’s go to my place, It’s really close by….just around the corner.”

“Sure….anything to get this over with.”

“By the way, this doesn’t mean you have to try and keep it touch, it’s a one last time only, we’ll say goodbye and then go back to our lives.”

Her hands left the trousers and she turned on the music. I simply didn’t know where DM Band came from.

…..Now let’s make this an evening
Lovers for a night, lovers for tonight
Stay here with me, love, tonight
Just for an evening
When we make
Our passion pictures
You and me twist up
Secret creatures
And we’ll stay here
Tomorrow go back to being friends….

The song played, no one talked as I made way to her place. The seductive look in her eyes was all that kept me going.

Then as always Boom,  Crash !!!

“Mama you never let it go till the end”, I managed to utter this much only as she was shouting in her highest pitch.

How disappointing would it be for all when I say it was a dream. But even I have not been able to figure out what hurries me of the bed early every other day. It has always been the same girl and it seems it always will be the same. It’s in my brain only.

I was calm only when I went out to to the balcony to see that it’s raining. It’s a new day. And I still don’t own a car.