Rustic Reflections

search the theme of search
search the need of search
search the basis of search
search the ways of search

search for ideas of search
search the facts for search
search the journals for search
search the projects for search

search for the love of search
search for the purpose of search
search but do not re-search
do the original real-search

for real search will only give
moments of ‘eureka’ to live !!


PS..just wore the hat of a research scholar for a few moments…but on parallel lines, don’t you think life’s an eternal quest for every one of us to search for our own moment of ‘eureka’ !! 😉


however scary the path may be
however hazy the situation may be
there’s always a glimmer at the end of tunnel
sun always turns down night is a fact eternal

mind may be cluttered with doubt
logic might be covered with cloud
ideas always come when they are least expected
peaks exist only because troughs are resurrected

sometimes wishes seem to be elusive
however hard we may try to be progressive
there’s always a dream hidden deep inside our hearts
visualize it just everyday and reach for the stars!!


PS…here’s one my fav quotes from my all time fav movie series Rocky….”it ain’t about how hard ya hit. It’s about how hard you can get it and keep moving forward. How much you can take and keep moving forward. That’s how winning is done!”

Once upon a time
a project took shape
everybody was happy
everything looked great

users expected a lot
team didnt give it a thought
demands were never ending
CF250 always remained pending

anyways with time coding started
never to complete on a path uncharted
code changes continued endlessly
in the absence of DPMM rules..seriously

delivered optimum design & solution
but too late for any kind of retribution
client had lost confidence and trust
someone had to bring back faith with a thrust

onsite woke up from a good sleep
only to face issues in heaps and leaps
offshore struggled to balance somehow
took all charge thereafter with a vow

rigorous followups and several nights
strict monitoring with blows and bites
although turned into a nightmare in real sense
but brought back control, clarity & confidence

approved design docs and test plans
were the key things missing from project plan
ownership was not methodical and on right shoulders
ultimately team had to bear the brunt in boulders

all said and done…all is well if it ends well
hardwork atlast bore fruits and rang right bells
things smoothened and gradually turned hunky dory
happy days returned back and we won back our glory


It’s been almost two months since I posted my last post. I like writing but sometimes time passes by in such a fast and furious pace that we find ourselves just a mute spectator watching a race course from sidelines. So here is a small attempt to begin the magic again!

When i sit to write something, there are broadly two things which happen along…structuring of thoughts which happens in my mind and then translation of those ideas onto paper. So in a way a blank white paper (it could be a diary page..a notepad..or a doc on my lappy) plays a major role in catapulting me far away into a world of my own thoughts… is an ode to the white blank inspiring freshness of a piece of paper… (looking strange!!…well i myself find writing a strange but unique experience… 😉 )

mocking paper…..

teasing me, grinning at me
chasing me like a frenetic bee
tickling me like a child in glee
mocking paper, stirring writer in me!

so much to praise so much to muse
gifts of nature in so many kinds & hues
but sometimes i go into creative slumber & snooze
mocking paper then gives me a keen eye to choose my muse!

ideas knock on me and pass by
sometimes linger for a moment and fly by
but its untouched freshness inspires me to try
to capture my thoughts before they fly away and high!

triggering my thoughts, my imagination
turning my isolation into thoughtful levitation
constant companion in my realizations and revelations
its him who gives me direction and pulls me out of stagnation!


PS…mocking paper is in fact a mocking bird giving our imagination a flight of fancy…. 🙂

Saturdays have always been my favorite as one week ends with it and next day is again a holiday. But today it came with a twist in the tale. I was going to my nearby gym in the morning on my vintage bike and as usual without my mobile, helmet, license and even wallet. As I went past Lokhandwala circle, Mumbai police sleuths directed me to corner my bike sideways and asked for all the regular papers. I had none! With no option left, I surrendered myself and then sitting inside the police van, wondered at my comical condition on my favorite day of the week! In that cruel van, sitting beside me was a fellow victim of carelessness. Fortunately he was carrying a mobile and allowed me make a call. Now the question was whom to call?? Neither my bro nor papa were at home…so the only option left was to call mumma although I would never want her to be a part of all these mishappenings which keep on happening with me. The moment she realized that I am in a police van, bouts of tears unleashed within seconds. Somehow I made her understand that she would need to come to Lokhandwala circle to rescue me. Finally she turned up around the corner with all the paper stuff and somehow I was able to convince that stout hawaldaar that I found my license in my dikky. But then this wasnt enough to mellow his heart. One moment I thought to bribe him but then thought that this could put me in a even more grave situation. While I was going thinking through all the pros and cons of my actions, hawaldars nabbed three thugs from an auto. Police men brought them silently inside the van, but then as soon as those three guys took their seat, blows they had bear were so hard to see and digest. I felt as if I am one of those street ruffians and truly experienced the life behind the bars in those excruciating moments. After all these beatings, they decided to move to versova police station along with all of us victims. I was close to move behind the bars for the first time in my life but then my angel arrived in the form a generous inspector. I am not sure what he thought when I requested him for mercy but whatever it was, I am thankful to god that he ordered the constable to return all my documents and set me free. By then Papa had come to know about this incident and so just after I hopped over my bike to go to gym, my cell ringed and then a stream of scoldings went through my ears. I heard them all with a cool mind without uttering even a single word in my defence because as always Papa is never wrong!!

place where i was cought...

place where i was caught...

PS…later on I came to know that all those patrollings, checkings, barricades, police vans are in anticipation of threat to Kasab’s life….anyways moral of d story is…always follow rules !! 😉

a kite amidst so many kites
rustling along in spirited flights
riding on wind, scaling new heights
raring to win in frenetic fights

vibrant & vivid, its colors & hues
sending others into jealous blues
rippling red tail on a joy cruise
unbriddled passion set to enthuse

up above, reigning in winning delight
comes along a kitey, spectacular & bright
breezing love in her lovely first sight
fluttering beauty in her love’s twilight

fallen in love, commited & together
they entwine their strings in a clever manner
in a plan to unite and set free forever
on a beautiful journey of love..forever & ever


 PS…Wish you a very happy ‘Festival of Kites’ !! Happy Uttraayan !!

Today is ‘World Orgasm day’. Helloooo…..before you start building raunchy thoughts in your wildest imagination,  let me tell you that it isn’t about sex but about ‘world peace’. Now you must be wondering that rustic has gone mad as how come such a personal pursuit of pleasure bring global camaraderie and harmony. The theory is that if enough people can climax at the same time while projecting a conscious intention for peace and harmony on the planet, a surge of physical and spiritual positivity will infuse the Earth’s energy field. The organizers think that surge will create a different kind of global warming – the warming feeling of love and harmony and an aversion to violence. “It’s the only good thing about having too many people on the planet, what with over-population causing ‘Peak Everything’” says Paul Reffell, one of the organizers. “For the Global-O, the more the merrier”. Buy this idea?


Today is also Humbug Day, the day that “allows everyone preparing for Christmas to vent their frustrations,” according to Wellcat Holidays, which copyrighted the concept.


And today…no no..tonight its Winter solctice.  Its the longest night of the year. The word solstice comes from Latin ‘sol’ (sun) and ‘sistere'(to stand still).  It occurs at the instant when the sun’s position in the sky is at its greatest angular distance on the other side of the equatorial plane from the observer’s hemisphere.  For a night-rider and someone who loves winter like me, its a double bonus!


So three things today…combination of first and third can be awesome ;)…so ladies and gentlemen on this sunday…between cooking up an orgasm and being a humbug today, you choose…?