Rings of Smoke

Ae Ishq Humein Barbaad Na Kar

hiatus

Constant Reader
i have been blogging off and on (more off than on) for well near six years now,have gone through many blogs,many posts and many poems. quite a few were deleted,some lost for ever. but Rings of Smoke contains nearly all of my writings that i have to date. it has been quite a ride, [...]

job in the times of recession

And so, one fine day S came to my room,very gloomy,and said, “Sandy,I have got a job.”
I jumped up,it was really bright news.
“Congratulations,dude.Finally.I told you,you will get your due.Blah Blah Blah…”
And then I see that S is still looking glum,in fact his face looks likes the times when he about to cry in his vodka,complaining [...]

untitled

i think it is time,she said,to let me go,bury me,
sweep the memories away with the yellow leafs
blown in by the wind.
do you still believe in love,when you go out
in the night,on the roof,
and shed your tears looking at the pale moon,do you
still see a faded picture in it?or,
does your heart freeze with hatred;when alone
in the [...]

Reading David F. Wallace, and other things

Reading David Foster Wallace is like taking a peek inside of yourself, and not being very comfortable at what you find in there. I started with Infinite Jest today, and within finishing some ten pages of that nearly thousand page masterpiece, was a fan. But the book is on hold now, as in the time [...]

infinite jest

started reading infinite jest, my first novel by david foster wallace. this is what Jay McInerny had to say about wallace when reviewing the book :
If Mr. Wallace were less talented, you would be inclined to shoot him — or possibly yourself — somewhere right around page 480 of ”Infinite Jest.” In fact, you [...]

age

its a dull day,
of course,no fires are there to be put out,
since you left,
the world is a calm place,
with its dull shades of brown and grey,
like you took out something with you,
when you left,
missed only in absence,
colours…
monochrome of life,
and death,
and unbeing,without you,swirling in eddies
of darker absence,forming
question marks,without answers,
and,of course,
some unbelieving scowls-
like the stretch of the [...]

attitude check

“Let’s have an attitude check!”
“I hate this fucking place!”
“Let’s have a positive attitude check.”
“I positively hate this fucking place!”
“Let’s have a negative attitude check.”
“I don’t like this fucking place!”
“Let’s have a short attitude check.”
“Fuckit!”
:)

valentine

you wake up in my dreams,
still speaking to me,
in those same words,
and looking at me in the same way,
as i remember you,
watching you walk to me,
in the cold wind…
a strange affection still invites you,
speaks your words in my silences,
as i wreathe myself in love deserted,
it looks at me with your eyes,
and paints you,all over me.

interview 2

Q:You say in your resume that you can play football.Why didn’t you make your career in football?
When this one was recounted, several totally awesome answer scenarios were proposed.The best was this:
Q:You say in your resume that you can play football.Why didn’t you make your career in football?

interview

well…crp is just around the corner. since i have to practice hard for it, leave no stone unturned i dont see myself getting any shortlists, and hence no interviews…i thought i would practice a mock interview anyways, to satisfy my curiosity about the real interviews. most the questions taken are from the indicative list the [...]

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