no love lost

Ah. Sleep. It is one of the many things in life people think can control, but really can't. I would describe sleep as the guy you're crushing on, because when you are doing something else, it comes quietly, and suddenly your gravitational field shifts and as much as you would want to continue with your work, you can't. You just can't. You can't stop thinking about the warmth of that pillow, and the sheet cozying up around, and suddenly you find yourself lulled into its charm and give in to the temptation however important the work might me. You can sure avoid it with hot and sickly sweet cups of coffee, but eventually it will lure you into its sweet embrace. Mmmmm. But on the other hand, if you try to go after it, try to feel that comfort in your pillows, it just spurns you like a fly out of that warm cozyness, and all you feel is a strong sense of betrayal by your very own comfort zone, your stuffed toy, or that named hand pillow you've had for years. I wonder how much will it have us waiting. Guy and sleep alike.

Bambai Meri Jaan

For those of you who do not understand hindi, it means, Mumbai My Life... Literally. And straight to the point, it is the MOST beautiful city in the world. It is the city of irony, where there are beaches and mountains, slums and five star hotels, roadside markets and fashionable malls and designer stores. This is the city where even the lowest rung of people are allowed to live with as much dignity as a super-hyped-movie-star. This is the place where the Indian version of Hollywood came into being. This is the city of professionals where everyone is on time even if the heavens are pouring their wrath(or love if you may) in full swing. Even though I wasn't born here, it doesn't stop me from calling the 'Satelite City' my home. Why am I in the sudden 'Home Sweet Home' phase even after living here for five years? I'm soon going to leave this place, this City Of Dreams. I don,t know where i will be in the next 5 years.. Atleast i know where my heart will be.