Friday, July 18, 2008


I hope this post does not come as a surprise to anyone who is reading it…. I will keep it short and simple….

Everything ends, especially at the end. Four years gone by. After a belief of 22 years, that I could write, and with people I don’t even remember today who helped me believe it, I blogged for the first time just because they believed

During these four years, my life has seems numerous ups and numerous downs, more downs than ups, just a proof of how human I am. Things have changed so much. There is hardly anything that has stayed with me all these four years. Companies changed, colleges changed, vehicles I drive changed, clothes that I wear, people I meet everyday changed, my beliefs changed, everything….

And Above all I also lost so many important people in my life, one by one, pulled out painfully from my life; a feeling pretty much like applying antiseptic to a wound. I can’t afford to lose one more person in my life, none. And it’s a promise that I have made to myself, but I know I am very close to bidding goodbye no matter what fancy trick I try or valiant efforts I make. The unparalleled pain not only sucks out energy from my body but also makes me a thinker, a philosopher out of me. And this is one of the prime reasons I think of my blog as my life line, as it is about the only thing that has stayed for me throughout. So today when I am saying I am closing down this blog, it is more like killing someone who has loyally been by my side through out. Then why kill it???? Why choose to be a orphan, a loner??

There are many reasons, many ifs and many buts, but the bottom line is…… Its time to bid goodbye….Goodbye……

Like the famous song says……….. “Everything I love, goes away in the end…… “

Dhimrock……17/07/08…Never felt so proud before… and Never felt so lone before…
A philosopher….a writer…a blogger…a killer….an entertainer….and Incredibly Moronic !!!!!

Writing is my passion and I will stay by it…….

Thursday, July 17, 2008

Looking, through you....

Singing a little, dancing her heart,

The melody sweet, steps I cant ignore,

Words loose, the grip's holding tight,

Moments pass, hours flyby, feet still moving....

A thought too big, worries too many,

Worries so selfless, yet so full for self,

Hanging by the moment, yet so ready for life,

Choosing never to lose affection...

A power to believe, and argue to stand by it,

And along take people all the way,

She always tells me why she is right,

But she wouldn't say, why she had to fight...

In My life, I am looking through you...

She knows for good, which words go together,

And she knows better if worlds go together,

She always tells me where she had to go,

But she wouldn't ever say why she had to go...


It is a pleasure to know some people, and it is an honour to meet some others,

but there are times when you realize, it is an absolute privilege to fight with a may not be rewarding or fun, but it is definitely something that you remember forever !!!

Sunday, July 06, 2008

With everything in place as it should
And everything dirty or neat.

I see it in simple reflection
Until times have changed it to be

A house with a memory; it’s more than a house
It once was home to me.

I’d give so much to live again
In that house when it was mine.

Then it knew our laughter and tears,
With its memory just begun.

I was unwise to have left it, I know.
All I got for my pains

Was a heap of things I thought worthwhile
And a desire to be back again.

It might be made home again, who knows?

I watch the moonlight slant through a tree,
And know that old room was more than a house.

It was once home to me

Finding the courage to leave it all over again....


Thursday, June 26, 2008


This is not a post. Neither is this any form of poetry. This is what I call an outburst. There is so much I have been wanting to write. I have a couple of short stories all ready with ideas.There are tons of topics on which I have been waiting to write articles on. And there is the stupid novel which is almost done and over with. But all that flows in this blog is a stupid outburst. Go on. Read it !!


Nothing Inspires me to write these days;Nothing.
Ideas knock my head and words bang my ears.
They try hard, and they vanish;
But my fingers refuse the pen.

There is so much I have,
To make you smile, and to make you cry,
But I refuse to make a rhyme, not even a mark,
Wont do anything, for which I have to try.

Am thinking of words, when I am with people,
Am thinking of people, when I am with words,
A world of verbatim, and a body of feelings,
That is what I am, the irony of myself.

So, do i know, where I am going?
Or do I know, what I want?
And little did I know, the day was coming,
When nothing inspires me to write, Nothing

26th June...2k8...Dhimrock........Am looking for plain vanilla Inspiration...

P.S : Alternate last line of the outburst was:

And little did I know, the day was coming,
Even people would fail me, not only words.....

There are 2 lines I love the most. Dinner on me, if you guess them.

Sunday, May 11, 2008

Woh Kehte hai na.....LIFE HO TO AISI......

One Dreaded question....A million people asking...yaar itna kyon badal gaya?? MBA ka asar??....What answer does one expect when he/she asks me that...? Does he/she expect me to have a genetic expalination?? or was it a rhetoric question??? I start off this post on a pissed off mood..that are reasons for it...which are far beyond explaination...

The real reason I write this that I have not blogged for months now...and everytime i thought about an interesting topic to blog or write a poem on, something distracted me. So tonight I thought, because I cant sleep, I would write a khichdi blog....a line on what i have been wanting to say.... an 'innovation' (its surprising how much this word pisses u off, specially after doing an MBA) in writing , atleast my writing ....

1) MBA: A place where u learn, but at the end of it you prefer the learning without the 'L'

2) Mimmoh: A blessing to the new decade, a decade of ham movies ( followed by B grade movies ) are now surely in the pipeline

3) Inflation: The one word which makes me feel more richer than the poorer....... Communists do not sue me....

4) IPL: Just an istant slap on Subhash Chandras face and Gods way of telling him, Business aise hota hai bhai... u still need to learn a lot

5) Marketing: A passion that kills is a passion allright....

6) PPO: Its 100% satisfaction, 90% pride, 80% happiness, 70% confidence, 60% relief, 50% more free time, 40 % more rishteys from ladke/ladki waale..., 30% more bargaining power, 20% more participation in events, 10% more movies and 0% more motivation for the future....

About to join the corporate world again.....this time as an MBA..... a little more illuminated, a little more emotionless, a little more of everything....

1 AM 11th May..... Tired of something...something I want to leave behind..... Dhimrock

Wednesday, February 13, 2008


Hope you know...

Capturing every moment of truth and joy, capturing every moment spent together, capturing what life is all about......

There was a time when I saw your smile,

Saw the joy, the happiness beneath that smile,

Time flies so fast, the moment no longer remains,

But that little curve of yours, perennially remains….

There was a time, when I saw you struggle,

Every barrier was broken, every battle was fought,

Behind that cute little girl, lies the brave daunting shadow,

Crushing all the problems, bringing them to naught…

I’ve even seen you shed that tear,

No, No, it was neither weakness nor fear,

It was just love for the ones that matter,

You’ve set your goals, and you just want to be better….

Rashi, It’s all inside you,

Be there, the way you are,

You’ll reach there, & you’ll never go wrong,

I can see it, your life’s going to be a song…..

So many credos, one single person,

So many emotions, that you show,

To me and the world you make a difference,

Sweetheart, I just hope that you know…..

Dhimrock…..10th Feb 2008…..

Leaving, but not without telling you what you should know……..