Colors of nostalgia..

Like little coloured raindrops sliding down a glass pane, they pass you by..
Moments that make it all worthwile..
They speak to you, in twinkling lights.. and subtle signs.
Behind insatiable minds and a guilt ridden conscience, you fail to see

You've been warped by the sands of time..
By the complexities of a gluttonous mind..
The simple things don't make sense anymore.. they're just whisked away
Tucked under the blankets of happier times..

You're oblivious to the beauty of the little droplets,
To the smiles, in this life of strife.
For if you were to slow things down and look..
In those moments, you would've lived your life.

The stillness of solitude..

It passed by like a gentle breeze on a warm summers day making you want to close your eyes as the cold wind hit your sweat covered face !! Some things you wouldn't trade for the world..

They were right when they said, " You don't know what you've got until you've lost it".. As I look back at what could've been, I smile.. How it could have been so complex yet so simple, how I could so easily have said yes as I said no..

You know the coolest thing about life.. It's so damn complicated. It gives so much to think about.. The more you think about it, the more complicated it gets; which is why I chose to leave it the way it is; some things are better left untouched..

I have so many questions, but I can't really get myself to think of any answers !

Who would've thought...

A wise man once said that "Time and tide waits for no man"... From being witty little school children with big heavy backpacks to being lazy, beer belly computer geeks in the software industry , we've seen just about all there is to see... And the irony of the whole thing is that... we haven't seen nothing yet.. ( Excuse the deliberate use of incorrect American grammar for added effect )..

Life was simple back then.. It was about tiffin boxes and gumboots at school, football in the evenings, weekends at the beach with the family and the joys of watching 'Remington Steele' and 'The Crystal Maze' on 'STAR TV', Much has changed since the cheerful days of our innocence.

Cement monsters have invaded our cricket fields, scantily dressed women have replaced the great marks cards in our dreams and the little boy who once cleaned the garden for a little pocket money is now a lean mean tax paying machine..

All we can do is look back helplessly upon those days.. Through tear filled eyes and a scarred mind, we sometimes relive those nostalgic days in times such as these..

Who would've thought !!!!

My Favourite lines..

'While you are wasting your time on your enemies,
Engulfed in a fever of spite..
Beyond your tunnel of vision, reality fades..
like shadows into the night.

Can you see your days blighted by darkness,
Is it true you beat your fists on your floor..
Stuck in a world of isolation,
As the ivy grows over the door..'

My roots..

"Home is where the heart is".. Born and brought up on the sunny sands of Goa, I love the outdoors..I love going back home, especially since I now live amid the chaos in the pandemonium stricken "garden City"..

"The grass is greener, the songs are definitely much sweeter".

My love..

You've got to give the English credit!! Soccer is truly, the best thing that's happened to the world ( in my humble opinion ).. I've been a fan since I was a kid.. I've made most of my friends on the soccer field.. "Break a sweat, make a friend", I guess..

My stand...

There's a thin line between ambition and greed.. I choose to be less ambitious. I'm at the crossroads of my life. Choices abound, but I'm trying to stay focussed.. Of course, there are the odd and sporadic urges to be a rockstar, a soccer pro.. but you've got to be realistic.

The problem with the world is that it lets you dream, but that's about all that it does; the rest you have to do yourself...

Women ??

They were right when they said.. " Beauty, thy name is Woman ".. I've been one among the unfortunate few who hasn't been around too many women.. I'm also one among the many losers who has to console himself with the usual, "I'm waiting for the right person" talk.

'Cliched' as it may sound, the truth is that I AM waiting for the right person to come along.. to sweep me off my feet..

I have it all planned out.. The romantic setting, violins in the background.. the nervousness about the simplicity of the whole thing, getting down on one knee, poppping the question, the kiss... Hey.. this is my blog!! I'm allowed to get carried away by romanticism..


This is for a friend..

Whiling away my time clicking objects with animal names,
A constant, fixed gaze at a source of limitless knowledge and radiation,I was going no where..

With your silvery teeth and heart attacks,you walked into my world..
And in an instant, a moment so unbelievably obscure,
There was a smile...

Dreams only last till you wake up, they say..
I guess I'm still asleep, then..I never want to wake up..
and be brought back into this world of crazy people..

Sometimes I wonder who writes the script..
Was this going to happen anyway??
Or is this an anomoly..A dream.. so to say..

You battle it out your whole life,
Just to let someone pull the plug in the end..
Which is all the more reason, you should savour the few moments that mean so much..

This could all end in an instant, as quickly as it had begun..
But amidst the promises and the expectation, let's soak it all in..
This is our time..

What keeps me going??

I guess it's the 'beauty of not knowing what's in store for me' that drives me on. I've met many people along the way, I've liked some, I've liked some a lot..

What's the point ??

Well, there are only a few things that make sense.. To me the key is to realise what's important and what's not. They say "Time grabs you by the wrist and directs you where to go" ( They = Greenday ).. so, while you're being pulled around, make the most of it..

Who am I ?

Well, it's tough being me!! I've got more complaints with life than you can possibly imagine..Ironically, though, it's the small things that make me happy.. A smile, a walk in the moonlight, music, movies that make you cry.. I'm not terribly ambitious.. What I do like about life, though, is it's ability to throw up surprises..

I'm the nice guy next door, the dude you wouldn't notice when you walk past me..

Who am I?? I am Rohan.. ( what were you expecting??.. Spiderman?? lol))