The revolution.....

Just read the new (not so new now) Chetan Bhagat book. Revolution 2020 is mature, bold and honest attempt to talk about young people, their ambition and love. Don't get me wrong here but what I loved most is the parallel to one of my favorite authors masterpiece 'The Fountainhead '. Both books are mainly about individuals, both highlight objectivism in different words but similar instances, and both of them have 2 strong male and 1 strong female character. Although no bible or book can ever reach the level of ' The Fountainhead ' easily, I did get a strong lump in my throat at the end of R2020 which can be felt at every page of my favorite epic.  On the expense of making this blog simpler, R2020 is the Bollywood masala version of some of Ayn Rands phenomenal ideas.

So go on, if you are one of those who has read the fountainhead, read R2020 just for the sake of my blog. And if you are one of those who has read R2020 first, go grab a copy of the classic Rand masterpiece. Last seen Flipkart is giving away a 25% discount on 'The Fountainhead'

On my bed, about to sleep after a tiring trip to Bangalore....dhimrock..29.2.2012

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Incredibly Mornonic

Guys,

Am back !! Finally found all the motivation I needed to start writing again. I know a lot of my blog readers were disappointed with me not writing for the last 2 years. Thanks for all the love but to be honest you did not miss anything because I was hardly thinking. In a transactional mindset, writing with creativity is tough and thus. Enough of explanation. Good times are back again.

Writing from my beautiful Mac again. Cheers Steve !!!

Dhimrock 25/02/2012

Recaranation

Reincarnation, literally "to be made flesh again".......

18th July 2008, I gave up blogging for the one simple reason...I had started writing because others wanted me to write....my writing was getting biased....I was feeling like a newspaper journalist writing for some motive...money, love, everything except my self....

But the last 12 months have been different, I have not only missed my writing, but found out many more reasons to write.....and reasons which will last forever...

One of them is my soulmate... My last 12 months have been a roller coaster..and I want to thank her for being there...not only because she is beautiful and finds me interesting but also because she inspires me...

Second is the belief that I have to be what I am. An engineer, a MBA, are also degrees and things that now define me, but my writing is what makes me what I truly am.

Enough for the first post. I will be back with poems, stories and random posts like ever....

Thanks,
Dhimant N.

Just Reached office......BKC....25th January....Mumbai.......

ADIEU




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…….

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...

Dhimrock....17/07/08....

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 person...it may not be rewarding or fun, but it is definitely something that you remember forever !!!

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....

Dhimrock...

LITTLE DID I KNOW......

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 !!

LITTLE DID I KNOW

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.