Don't Quit

When things go wrong as they sometimes will,
When the road you're trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and debts are high,
And you want to smile but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit…
Rest if you must—but don't you quit.

Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about,
When he might have won if he'd stuck it out.
Don't give up, though the pace seems slow
You may succeed with another blow.

Often the goal is nearer than
It seems to a faint and faltering man;
Often the struggler has given up
When he might have captured the victor's cup,
And he learned too late, when the night slipped down,
How close he was to the golden crown.

Success is failure turned inside out,
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are.
It may be near when it seems afar.
So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit,
It's when things go wrong
That you mustn't quit.

Peg by Peg!

I never take risk while drinking

When I come from office in the evening, wife is cooking

I can hear the noise of utensils in the kitchen

I stealthily enter the house

Take out the bottle from my black cupboard

Shivaji Maharaj is looking at me from the photo frame

But still no one is aware of it

Becoz I never take a risk

I take out the glass from the rack above the old sink

Quickly enjoy one peg

Wash the glass and again keep it on the rack

Of course I also keep the bottle inside my cupboard

Shivaji Maharaj is giving a smile

I peep into the kitchen

Wife is cutting potatoes

No one is aware of what I did

Becoz I never take a risk

I: Any news on Iyer's daughter's marriage

Wife: Nope, she doesn't seem to be that lucky. Still they are looking

out for her

I again come out; there is a small noise of the black cupboard

But I don't make any sound while taking out the bottle

I take out the glass from the old rack above sink

Quickly enjoy one peg

Wash the bottle and keep it in the sink

Also keep the Black Glass in the cupboard

But still no one is aware of what I did

Becoz I never take a risk

I: But still I think Iyer's daughter's age is not that much

Wife: What are you saying? She is 28 yrs old... like an aged horse

I: (I forgot her age is 28) Oh Oh...

I again take out potatoes out from my black cupboard

But the cupboard's place has automatically changed

I take out the bottle from the rack and quickly enjoy one peg in the sink

Shivaji Maharaj laughs loudly

I keep the rack in the potatoes & wash Shivaji Maharaj's photo & keep

it in the black cupboard

Wife is keeping the sink on the stove

But still no one is aware of what I did

Becoz I never take a risk

I: (getting angry) you call Mr. Iyer a horse? If you say that again, I

will cut your tongue...!

Wife: Don't just blabber something, go out and sit quietly...

I take out the bottle from the potatoes

Go in the black cupboard and enjoy a peg

Wash the sink and keep it over the rack

Wife is giving a smile

Shivaji Maharaj is still cooking

But still no one is aware of what I did

Becoz I never take a risk

I: (laughing) So Iyer is marrying a horse!!

Wife: Hey go and sprinkle some water on your face...

I again go to the kitchen, and quietly sit on the rack

Stove is also on the rack

There is a small noise of bottles from the room outside

I peep and see that wife is enjoying a peg in the sink

But none of the horses are aware of what I did

Becoz Shivaji Maharaj never takes a risk

Iyer is still cooking

And I am looking at my wife from the photo and laughing

Becoz I never take what???

Went over to meet Sinha yesterday again, and yet again, we planned to meet up at 3C's - the home to the exotics of the Brazilian grounds. And the session ended up on the note of further thinking that needs to be done on the lines of gaining more explosure on what needs to be done NOW!

Aur haan, Baid ka saamaan bhi to dena tha!

...and next week goes by too...

And the effervescence of the days still stays on. With the hunky-dory stuff going for a toss, not much needs to be mentioned. But the days are fun for sure - will all these procrastinating thoughts leading to a numbness!

Re-visiting

Now and then, it keeps coming back. And what happens is history!

....and it has been 10 days on a trot, that I have visited all these places again, again and yet again! Sometimes it is for the regular "hot & sour", whereas sometimes it relives the "sweet corn"; even Mocha is not far away when it comes to trials - but come what may, this connoisseur has not been able to get the same essence as he used to in last 6 months (barring the last 10 days). And it's not that a bit has changed - "No" - the change has not been only "a bit" - it has been tremendous. Making yourself realise that it is not the end of the road is a hard thing to do - and I have come to realize that of-late. With all the hunky-dory stuff down the road, the real "m" factor needs to be explored - and hoping to get it soon! Need to get it soon, infact.

Nine and Ten

And when the clock strikes nine, I always know it is time. The rush of adrenaline spying thru the pushback mountain of the nerves and challenging the incongruent lapse of thoughts - verifying the familiar presence of absence.

And when the clock strikes ten, it weighs on to me like Big Ben. The washing of streets builds up the memories of those cunning rivers passing by the sides, that used to bring in the chirpy murmur of the usual suspects of Clementine.

Yesterday - Headstrong

Circling your, circling your, circling your head,
Contemplating everything you ever said
Now I see the truth, I got doubt
A different motive in your eyes and now I’m out
See you later
I see your fantasy, You want to make it a reality paved in gold
See inside, Inside of our heads
Well now that’s over
I see your motives inside, decisions to hide

Back off I’ll take you on
Headstrong to take on anyone
I know that you are wrong
Headstrong we’re Headstrong
Back off I’ll take you on
Headstrong to take on anyone
I know that you are wrong and this is not where you belong
I can’t give everything away
I won’t give everything away

And it happened

And then, it happened!

In the earnest, yet again, to simplify the complexity of the situations at hand, and to avoid any further complex scenarios, I had to do it - not because I would love to do it, but because I HAD to do it. Went along and got mustered with the same-old shit, of being blah-blah. But then, how does it matter, as far as it solves the purpose. Guess the real motivation comes from letting intrinsic feelings know that

"Can't stop the hurt inside
When love and hate collide"