senseless jargon begins !

Bad Habits die hard
Though they are born a million a day !

What logics do the cliches hold ??
Do they ?!!?

Thank you !

some times you get tired of giving punch lines...
why punch when you don have the strength
yet whenever i am writing i am compelled to twist the end a bit
the end that is apparent yet hidden !
it does give me a lot of happiness .
and i do it all for you .
You owe me a lot. dont you think ?
come on , its time to say thanks !
Thank You !

Kolkatta - here i come !

a friend came back from Kolkatta - the other day
with all the colorful stories of the so colorful town
he described the streets , the pubs , the hotel
everything ...
and while talking to him i was wondering
how far away i am from him , though he described everything in great detail
the picture in his head was so different from mine !
his was reality and mine was just a dream !
i am yet to touch Kolkatta !
Kolkatta - here i come !

Mirror mirror on the wall !

there are two mirrors in my house..
the one in my room makes me look ugly ...
the one in the other room makes me look good...
it really does...
so whenever i need to step out ,
i change and look at myself in the other mirror
and feel good..
or when in a hurry i look at myself in the mirror on my wall
and go out happy ,
thinking.. "i look atleast 25 % better than what it shows ! "
For a big party i always get ready in the other room...
it makes me look good.. and i wanna see myself that way..!
I wonder , though i don want an answer to it...
I wonder which mirror is telling the truth !

Gravity

Well it can use a lot more work but here it is to the start . Illustration Friday here i come !
Vivek thanks , you ve got the rusty wheels running again ! :)

Random lines make a sketch

I form opinions about things around me too soon
No wonder my life is a rigid square
and it refuses to move beyond
I guess its time to move
I guess its time to give things a chance
I guess its time to hear you out
I guess its about time i learn how to put random lines on my canvas

Deranged Dreams

You are good
you are sweet
you understand me
you motivate me
you look after me
you care for me
you speak when i don have anything to say
you make sense when i make a fool of myself
you look at the stars when i want to gaze
you are everything i need
but wont you give me some time ?
Wont you still sit by my side ?
Wont you hold my hand ?
i still want to see if i can dream about you !

Simply simple

Many think i dont know fancy words
Many think i cant Fake Intelligence
Well for those curious
I know life is simple
And i insist on keeping it that way !

A mixture of me

I had to be in your life to tell you there is sour
and i had to be in his life to tell him there is sweet
I had to be this once
I had to be that now
I am this
but a bit of that too
Am i open to labels ?
Can i claim to know how to define myself ?
Can i claim to know people ?
Can i bind them in words ?
Can i stand on stable ground ?
Can i ever completely say
Can i ever completely mean
Can i ever truly say - I KNOW ?
Can you ?

Six at One !

My alarm clock stopped working today -
it was six at one
twisting the dial - to set the time right
i realized -
I had the choice to go back in time
or
take the time forward

It is six at one
i love six at one
It STILL is six at one
I chose to let it be
I chose to let it be Six at One !

Lust for life

my friend wants lust for life
he needs it
he has been asking for it
would you give him some ?
would you ?
or you ?
or hey you ?
well he wants me to lend him some lust for life
will i be able to part with mine ?
will i be able to help him find some ?
everybody needs to get their own lust for life , my friend , their own lust for life
isnt that always the question
Would you get yours ?
or will i have to lend you some , again ?

Truth or Dare ??

What is the truth is also a lie
and what is a lie is a fact
but the facts are always true
but why care , they are bloody lies .
BUT I DARE !
Do You !?!?!?

Devil in Disguise

It indeed is the Devil
And it always is a Disguise !
-Ak

Maksad - e - Mukhaul

kuch din aise hote hain aur kuch waise…
Kuch din yaad rehte hain aur kuch nahin…
Kuch pal dil ko chu jaate hain aur kuch nahin…
Aap yahan hain … aur woh wahan…
Yaad aate hain woh sab pal…
Aur kabhi hum bilkul bhul jaate hain unhe ..
Par zehan mein jaise ... jaise ..bass chuke hain who kahin
Aapko bhi chua unhone .. aur mujhe bhi..
Wahi haste muskurate chehre…
Wahi chehre rote hue bhi….
Kabhi sukoon ka sirf wahi ek saadhan
Aur kabhi badi taklifon ka bhi…
Ek dusre pe jaan lutane ke who wade…jhute nahin
par unhi doston ke dushman woh bhi wahi..
Yeh woh hain… jo kabhi woh the hi nahin
Hum aaj bhi unhi se jude hain …kahin
Humara wajood… unhi logo ne nikhara
Aur ukhada bhi unhi ne….
Par jeena unke bina …mushkil hi nahin namumkin hain
Yeh main nahin… yeh aap nahin .. yeh woh nahin aur yeh yeh bhi nahin…
Yeh hum sab hain kahin… hum sab!
Hum sab …
Yeh hum sab hain kahin!!

Find the god ! Fight the god !

Fight with God
But does anybody win ?
If so why ?
What's the reason
Has he not already decided whats right for us ?
What if we dont want that ?
What if i want my life to be mine ?
What if I want to carve my own destiny !

A Piece of Peace !

Let the spaces flow around me
let them mould deform and change
let them form a cover on me
let them not feel strange
let the spaces be without me
let me be without the space
let the space be all of me
and let me be all of the space
let me be at peace
let me be in control
let me be - - - - - - -
let me be at PEACE !!

Random writings on the wall

My words have finally found a meaning
Random writings on the wall fit together at last
Form a picture
Form a scene
A purpose found in the midst of randomness
A journey with a destination
The hollow empty frame on the wall - gets a picture
Multiplicity is one word
trying to link
trying to bind
Then why cant random writings on my wall !

Shhhhhhh - hear the silence !

I guess i want to be heard
i jot down everything so relegiously
Do i want to keep it as a memory - i don 't know
Coz my thoughts are anyway a part of me
never faced a bigger irony in my life
I want people to hear my silence speak !

Judge me wont ya ? you would !

Scared of people judging my work
I am my work and more -
A lot more -
Do i even care about what they think ?
I guess i do !
my fake bravado slowly fading ............

Liberate the woman

The land turns and twists and winds itself around trees. For miles and miles together all one can see is the green . The green and all its shades under the sun .The green of the tree leaf , the green of the cabbage , the green of the grass , the green of the bushes , the green – for miles and miles together – the green and JUST , the green . Nature standing proudly to display all its colors. Proud - Proud of itself , Proud of knowing and understanding what it contains and has is fabulous and unique , Proud of knowing it holds its audience spell bound , Proud of the fact that it indeed is - the MOTHER nature. Proud yet giving , Proud yet not arrogant. The Road dances beneath our feet – ever so gracefully. The road like a kid – excited , for the visitors have come to HIS house , for the visitors have chosen HIS home to see . The kid showing off himself to the visitor and where all he can take them , the kid showing off his territory – HIS AND ONLY HIS territory ! The wind turning into a warm caress , a loving caress , soft and smooth . Flowing along playing with the green . The Huts growing out of the ground , thatched roofs , made of hay , raw , unadulterated , untouched , natural .

It is overwhelming to be in a setting which provides warmth and comfort like human relations do . The landscape , the setting , the trees , the flowers , the road , the huts , their people , the land , the farms , their farmers . The entire surroundings and the way leading to it talks to you . The conversations over coffee , more candid , more interesting , more satisfying , more giving . Oh by the way , its not coffee , its pure unadulterated smooth cool Lassi .I am Alice and it indeed IS the wonderland in the city .

It loosens the hold of the plasticity of a city that unnerves with its chaos , its superficiality , its artificiality . It lets the User enjoy and relax . The left turn from the Nizammuddin Bridge did turn out to be wondrous. The kid showed us around too . We ran and played along towards the river . River – the giver of not only one of the most valuable natural resource but of warmth , of love , of grace , of power , of dignity , of strength , of fertility . The river means a lot to a lot of people . The river means a LOT period.

We jumped , giggled , laughed , skipped , hopped to the river . The breeze , the green , the road leapt with joy and so did I . Until .................

We reached the river , the kid stared out in what was standing in front of it , stared blankly at the catastrophe lying in front of it . Dumb silence . Morbid silence . Piercing Silence .Loss of the woman , the mother , the sister , the lady , the grace .The Loss !

It was indeed a sad sight to see the once graceful woman lying tied up in the worst shape one can imagine . The river was a mess . She needed help . LOTS OF IT !

Over the years she was exploited , tortured , taken advantage of , raped and thrown aside . and all of us just stared , stared at the lady suffering in front of us , stared as if it was the right thing to do and when it was really tough for us to look at the exploitation , we turned our backs to her . We turned our faces the other side to talk about Development , about more houses , about quality living , about sky scrapers , about plastic malls , about pubs , about shopping complexes but not about the lady who gave us the city – our city – the city we live in .

The river was not more than a nallah . It was narrow , black , filthy , dirty . Though as a citizen of Delhi it aches my heart to associate such words with the Yamuna , its sad but its true ! Visiting the River was a huge disappointment .

She was bound by all of us . She was exploited by all of us . The ones who inflicted the torture on her and the ones who kept quiet and turned away . It is time we turn back , it is time we give HER all the care and support she needs , its time we give HER our time and focus on getting her back to the graceful being that she was. It is time we Develop the biggest resource of the city . Its time we give back love that we received from her all these years . Its payback time – and its only Fair !

As an Architect and as a citizen of Delhi I believe the redevelopment of the Yamuna river front is one of the few opportunities to give the city back what we‘ve taken from her . One of the opportunities to make the city a better place to live in . The Yamuna river front development is the agenda .

So lets liberate the woman who gave birth to our city !

So lets liberate the woman ! Liberate the woman !

Thought of the Day

If i am meant to be a loner ,
Sending me here is a bloody sad joke !

- Ak

Flashes , mere Flashes !

^{JUST FLASHES OF PEOPLE
JUST FLASHES OF ME
ALL WE'VE GOT ARE FLASHES
AND FOOLS THAT WE HUMANS ARE
WE TRY AND SIT FOR HOURS AND HOURS TOGETHER
PAiNSTAKINGLY TRYING TO STITCH THE FLASHES TOGETHER
TO GET A REFLECTION OF WHO WE TRULY ARE
OF WHO THE OTHER PERSON TRULY IS
THOUGH WE'LL GET A COLORFUL BLANKET
THROUGH THE JUXTAPOSED INCIDENCES
BUT THEY WILL REMAIN MERE FLASHES
EVEN THOUGH STITCHED TOGETHER THE SEAMS WILL ALWAYS SHOW !}

Visibly Fake

I pass this shop everyday
Beautiful tigers sitting proudly on the box car
The car so real – but the tigers so visibly fake
I cant sell tigers on the road
Today standing right next to the box car –
The real car with the fake tigers
I felt my heart soften
The box car came – parked itself – switched itself off – looked on to the road
Because the box car was real but the tigers were not
An empty box car – and the box car keeper both so real –
Both of them I could relate to –
The real car and the real man standing on the road
Just like me in my car looking for some solitude
The box car and the box car keeper – oh ! so real
But the tigers so visibly fake
And then the tigers started coming out
And the box car keeper set them on the box car with so much care
Set them – so that they could sit proudly
Set them – so that all of them could be seen
Set them – the smaller first and then the bigger ones
Set them – to be seen by all
He set them with so much care
On the box car – its bonnet – everywhere
And then he smiled not at the real box car
Nor at the real me
Nor at the sky
Nor the living tree
But to the visibly fake tigers sitting proudly on the box car
He touched them – and patted them
And put them at ease
He looked around but stared back at them to see if they were at peace
The tigers were suddenly alive –
The tigers could breathe –
The tigers were so real –
But only he could put them at ease –
I realized nothing in this world is fake and nothing is real
Living in a world of illusions was never easy
But yet every moment the fake meets the real
And yes every moment visibly fake tigers come to life !

Aakanksha Kulkarni

08,December,2006

Sounding intelligent is a disease

It is !!! it sure is an uncurable disease !


nothing else on this earth can justify why my blog is called that !


Well , sounding intelligent and being brutally honest doesnt go together . but well i ve survived 22 years . So here it is to my entring the blogger world.
To the fake intelligence and the brutal honesty!


CHEERS !!!