There is no second you.

There

I came and found you!

Smiled and moved on.

But, then you came again,

and we smiled together,

talked, laughed and

grew.

Then one day,

life drifted us apart.

It is a trodden road,

I would bring you back if I could,

Still, some days the cool breeze makes me smile,

And, the stars shine for a while.

I found many amongst the crowd.

But, there is none like you.

I found many along the lane,

But, none could walk beside me.

I learnt and moved on,

We had our moments and memories,

It is difficult to find another you.

As none can second you.

New Girl In The City

This dates back to the time when I wrote:"Choices have their PAYOFFs"- one of the intimate articles I have ever written. And, everything seemed so difficult a task to be achieved.

It's almost 9 months since then- sounds very much like Jab We Met's Kareena Kapoor's dialogue. :P

And, yet Delhi is not completely explored due to a varied reasons. But, sooner or later I hope to see it all and write for each of them.

To be true only a little parts are seen. But, now it's my Delhi. "Meri Dilli" as everyone says.

So, every morning when I watch that Metro rushing towards it's direction- It fills me with a new hope altogether.And, every night when I see those stars and go back to sleep, I end up in my yet existing and so called defined Fantasy land.

Meanwhile, in this journey so far- I have met many people but it's not about people anymore.

It's just about how am I exploring myself. I am not too great but despite I feel proud whenever I do a thing which  I could never have thought to do by myself.

There are days where I get to know I had been selfish. There are also days where I have felt that I have that soft heart too. There are days where everything clicks. There are mighty days when somebody makes me smile. There are days when everything pisses me off and vice-versa.

There are still days where I keep finding a few friends with whom I have started loving to talk, going for a walk with them and taking out time from the little time I spare for myself.

There are still people who listen to me and to whom I listen. There are days life comes with surprises.

There are still days where movies are the only friends to rescue. There are still days where I miss the writer in me who has recently started craving for photography every now and then.

So, who's interested in gifting me a NIKON camera?? Anyone!!

I really am not sure what of the above mentioned things accounted to being in the New City I'm in.

But, yes!! I don't hate it anymore. I just keep learning each day craving for a little more, losing patience at times and gaining it as well at times.

The best of Delhi comes in the form of food and shopping.

Food- as most people in South complain: is completely North Indian and I have discovered I am still that person who will choose Aalo ki Tikki over Pizza :D

Ice-creams during chilling winters and walking by the streets in the evening.

The first time ever when I shopped alone is still a memory and since then it has become a habit.

People still wonder that I have changed a lot. But, it's still the same me who loves to be happy and be around the same genre of people- kidding with them and consuming life by drinking it to the fullest.

Signing Off:

New Girl In The City: And, this time my new shoes don't pain that much. I have started adoring them.

Always Remember: Cinderella is the reason how a new pair of shoes can change your life.

You never know which beautiful destination is covered by them.

They say: Always wear the best shoes: they take you places.

So, falling in love with the city as I'm falling in love with my smile too.

Hoping to be back and this time with something about Delhi.

Power Corrupts

I was in school and one of those kids who were always teacher's favourite.
Surely, that thing changed in college. I remember people often turning to me to get a job done as they knew that particular teacher would agree to me.

No, it's not boasting at all. That would have been probably years ago. As far as the present is concern, I don't even recall much of school. But, yes the lessons which must have been learnt then are learned now.
So, was not that favoritism wrong? Well, that time - no it wasn't. I must always be right!! Ya.. that was the same attitude till few days back.
And, all of a sudden- life wanted me to learn something more- something to add on.

So, today - favoritism is not my cup of tea.
When the elections just turned down on Mayawati this year; many of us were happy. But, ofcourse there was this sudden reaction - If they have power, they ought to be corrupt.
True!! Didn't many of us thought the same. Yes! we did.

Power is a mighty word. It creates, it destroys. It makes, it destructs.
The charm of power is that all of us- mind you- all of us are working our ass off to earn it; craving each day to hamper somebody's else life without even realizing that -it is this point the chain starts from. It is this point where every other person keeps acquiring the same properties and starts losing his hope of fair chances in anything he would have ever dreamt of.

The reservations are such a perfect example.
They could have liberalized the money spent on fees, form and books.
But, they preferred liberalizing marks- which was hard earned, must have taken a whole year from those people's life.But, probably cheaper than money. Or else what might be the reason to rate money over hard work?

The last 2year in IT world have made me see this Power and favoritism yet again.
People with hard earned name rarely survive and hard earned buttering capacity always do.
From a promotion to an onsite to a growth stategy--how pathetic does it feel
when you know that you were more deserving and yet someone else walked out with the candy
b'coz he/she is somebody else Eye-Candy.
Well, such is our world. Such is our generation and the most ironic the people aged enough to be included in the older generations are the top management and corrupt everything in and out.

Where are we ending into-- A society where Professionalism is another form of flattery.
They might be your friends or Friends with Benefits- but they have earned and reached a stage where
the other person will take a long time to reach without a GodFather.
Ahh!! Just the typical Bollywood Style.