Arrogance or Love?

Well many a times people confuse love with arrogance. They believe that the only way to push the person that they love is to blame him/her of arrogance. It can be a good tactic when egos are burning on both sides. However it is important to realize that it is not the other person who is seemingly arrogant but they themselves who are finding a hard time to forget the person and they want their brain to believe in that way while their heart is still not ready yet to let go of the person...

How to deal with such a situation? One way could be to meet the person in question and talk for hours together on what went right and what went wrong. It is important to clear their heart and head out and the only way that has been going on for ages in by talking. This may be a tactic that can only go two ways. You will either kill all the emotions that are for the person or you will be so overwhelmed by the moment so that you realize that what is it that you were missing all this while. Either ways it is important to speak or yell your heart out. The negativity has to come out other wise the world would be a difficult place to live in...

Get out. Speak out. Cry out!!

The opposite of love is not hate. Hate is just love gone bad. The real opposite of love is pure white indifference!!!

How it feels to lose?

Thousands of times in your life you will win

Things may go as you wish as you want

But that is not how we learn to grow

No tear in the eye, no sweat on the brow

At times you will just reach too close 

And ask yourself how it feels to lose? 

The feeling my friend is harrowing insane

Its eats you so much you feel no pain

It feels as if your heart's being ripped

You cry, you wail, but the world's tight lipped

At times you will just reach too close 

And ask yourself how it feels to lose?

You think, its wrong, you think its not done

Your thoughts are just yours, like no one

Every spout of water, every gust of air

Hits your face like a bullet targeting despair

At times you will just reach too close 

And ask yourself how it feels to lose?

The world may tell you to lose no hope

Like good friends who give you friendship dope

You feel the time will put the hurt to sleep

But some wounds my friend are there to keep

At times you will just reach too close 

And ask yourself how it feels to lose?

But you know why its important to lose?
So that with every win in kitty of bounds
Your hunger for more multiplies amounts
Let only death stop this journey of endless
So get hurt, lose before you win, you blessed!!
And ask yourself how it feels to lose?


--- Arth

Vivanta - And the reason behind it ...

Vivanta is the feeling of being alive. Vivanta is what I could die for.



Vivanta is what it was called,
A journey that left me enthralled,
In the mountains and lakes it started alone,
It had the walk, the pain, the sun, the moon.

Vivanta wasn't a normal getaway,
It was a search, in more than one way,
A search of separating wants from need,
A search of what one deserves from greed.

Vivanta was listening to silence within,
That took us thousands of miles in,
It was a lovely tangent from all that was on,
In life, at work and somethings beyond.

Vivanta is something that does not repeat,
It stays with you as long as that heartbeat,
The moments to be cherished have been etched in mind,
It gives you something, that helps suffer the grind.

Vivanta is not about speed, its about slowing down,
Not in physical, but in those thoughts,
Its just a blood rush out of nothing at all,
That changes many things if not all.

Vivanta is what I could die for, all over again...

100 and beyond...

Someone said once, "Drive so fast, that the thrill of speed overcomes the fear of death"

Many such driving quotes do come your way once in a while. The question is whether its bikes or cars or planes. What is this obsession with speed that keeps one going on and on and on...

I always give people the following example when it comes to speed.

To drive at 80kmph any vehicle would do,
To drive at 100kmph you need a good car,
To drive at 140kmph all you need is sheer guts!!

Any thing is good if you know how to control it. Be it boss,colleagues, subordinates, girlfriend or a car. And controlling needs practice...day on day...month on month constantly. And who doesn't want to be in control?
When they say, experience counts...it sure does in all aspects of life.

As far as my case goes, I drive fast, I drive rash and I am very good at it. Some people say its "Delhi style" driving.. others say that one day I will die like this, and I just think... Dying is not in my hands...but living like this definitely is... and as stated earlier, I'd rather like to be control than to think about future and wait for death which is inevitable anyways... I love when its all in my control :-P

So 3 cheers to Speed!! ;-)

The day...

Standard Disclaimer: This poem is an act of fiction. I love my work, appreciate my boss. People around me are also ok ok types :-P

The day I joined Global Chemicals Strategy...
Thought I'll always travel around, be on tour
The farthest I could reach was Mithapur

The day I joined Global Chemicals Strategy...
Thought I'll do something that's new, something novel
The closest I came was to some models in Excel

The day I joined Global Chemicals Strategy...
Thought I'll put in long hours everyday
Never thought it would be on Andheri-Kurla way

The day I joined Global Chemicals Strategy...
Thought I'll work on some mergers, some acquisition..
Cash crunch was such that people called it my hallucination

The day I joined Global Chemicals Strategy...
Thought I'll get involved in critical meets
Mostly what I did was Orkut, Gtalk and Tweets :-)

The day I joined Global Chemicals Strategy...
Thought I'll be around people very busy..
Most of them work on an average for hours three...

The day I joined Global Chemicals Strategy...
Thought I'll always travel around, be on tour
The farthest I could reach at the end of this poem is still Mithapur :-)

The day I give you my name...

Just a passing short poem...

The day I give you my name
Things might not remain the same
It will change the rules of the game
And for that my dear, no one is to blame.

I will be more responsible, more caring
I will be protective, more daring
For the courage that in me you bring
Will make sure that I always honor that ring

The life will be such, such will be the trend
That I always earn more that you spend
You will know me more, better and new
In this journey that together we continue

People who will bear the brunt of this
Will be friends of mine, who I will surely miss
But they will I'm sure, understand
That more than friendship, its you that I cherish...

In all these years , a thing I've learned
Give more respect to earn some more
My love for you will always rise
To that I hope there is no price.. :-P

There are some things however that I do expect
For me, my parents the love, the respect
I will ensure that you have the time of your life
When you some day in future you become my wife....

Although this entire poem is kinda lame...
But the day when I give you my name
Things just won't be the same...

Report kaad...

The following is an excerpt from actual mail conversation between 2 colleagues. All characters mentioned in the mail are absolutely real and have stark similarities to some people somewhere...


Dear Anshumaan,

The day is almost gone,
Last month’s production is what I need,
And subsidiaries of mine pay me no heed,
Someone told that there is MD report,
That is fun to read and a cause they support..
Magadi, GCIP and India reports are a bliss
BMGL MD report is what I miss…
The months in question are November, December and Jan…
Pls give me those reports Mr.Anshumaan… :)

PS: Get me included in the mailing list next time you get the BMGL MD report.

Regards,

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Reply as expected wasn't poetic, rather pathetic it was...

Sorry I hv been caught up in urgent work.
I see you hv learnt smthing from ur predecessor!

Will fwd to u nxt time on.