Sleep

Cheating with feign presence of you

Renovating the memories of me

In my dream, like an angel

And leaving me with precious smile

With a promise to back for me

Like the sustained air to inhale

Slowly to my heart and then flowing away,

As you are still with me

You stare into my eyes with desire,

With grief of separation

I ask to me,

Why I allowed wandering my thoughts

I ask to me,

Why I explored that depth of emotions

Is it meaningless to know

What do you need to me

Your gentle hands stroke my head

As I move into your arms

sometime shying away to me

Like a newly wedding bride

Awww...it’s hurting me

But, I accept the truth

Your absence has made me so

That’s why, I hate you

That’s why, I love you

www.delhi.com

The Rajasthani Jutti’s were pretty but expensive so Ms. Sharma argued with the jutti walla to come down from Rs 300 to Rs 200 but the sandal walla knew her heart was into it and so he played stubborn and so Ms. Sharma walk out in huff and puff and then he called her back (Behenji!) and they finally settled at Rs 225. Yes you got it right I am Talking about Lajpat Nagar, place I reside many years of life.

sandal shop

Lajpat Nagar market, a colourful place where lack of parking space and crowded gulleys are hardly an obstacle to look out for the best bargain, for no matter what you are buying! No matter who is buying (affluent or deprived), to which caste he belongs to, a Hindu, Muslim, Sikh, and Christian almost of every creed, people either as buyer or seller are always filled with market. A non discriminatory place, no racism, opens to everyone for every kind of need for survival/gratification. 

Lajpat Nagar is an affluent suburb of the South Delhi district of Delhi. It is named in honour of “Lala Lajpat Rai”, also known the Lion of Punjab, and is today most known for the Lajpat Nagar Central Market. It was developed in 1950 after the division of India-Pakistan, Hindu and Sikh were the early residents to the lajpat nagar and with the time he adopt everyone came to shelter. Along with the most happening shopping destination, it is well connected to the road from all the sides with public transport, metros, DTC and autowala etc. 

garam gali

The market is a mixture of roadside stalls as well as flashy showrooms. Here, you can shop for anything, ranging from clothes to footwear to accessories to bags. You can find ethnic Indian wear on one hand and the latest in the western style clothing, on the other. If you are buying anything from the stalls in the Lajpat Nagar Market of Delhi, India, do not forget to bargain with the shopkeeper to reach a reasonable price. 

Lajpat Nagar Market is said to be a one-stop shop, as almost anything that you may conceive of buying, is available here. There are many things to do,
other than shopping, in Lajpat Nagar Market of Delhi. One of the attractions of this market is the Mehndiwalas (Henna appliers) sitting on the pavement. They will adorn beautiful hands of you with beautiful henna designs in no time at all. 3’c is the multiplex where you can fun along with the shopping in Westside store. This market also has some watering delicacies to offer. One such delicacy is the steaming Momos sold by the Tibetan ladies, Aaloo chat, pakode wala
and ofcourse KFC, where I like to spend whole day with friends. Those
police alert loudspeaker funny messege, “ “kripya apne aas-pass khadi mahilayo se sawdhan rahe kyunki”.......iske aage they never tell what they want tosay..ha ha ha.

Well, along with the shopping it is a good place for couples, many couple can be seen with hand in hand closely walking with each other. I know guys what you want to hear, “PANI” Pani of Lajpat Nagar, most fantabulous sight or nightmare of every youngsterJ. Writing more to that will be harsh so visit the once to Lajpat Nagar market and you will spot it very easily. 

Bargaining Skills Needed

Especially in Markets like Lajpat Nagar call for excellent bargaining skills, so if you doubt that you will not be able deal with the shopkeepers then take along a shopping enthusiast or go with girls, they are good in bargains and chances of deduction in amount to be paid will be more,. The market is very diversified and one can find home furnishings shops, specified Groom trousseau stores, Indian and western accessories shops (both stores and stalls). The shoes and the bags sold are very chic and worth giving an arm for. The market also has a lane especially for brides called “Garam Gali”, where you get the latest 'inspired' designs in bridal wear. 

Perhaps these places will not exist for long, FDI and other government policies can apocalypse the habitat of versatility. I don’t know whether for our child or grandchild it all will available for so long or they will be finding them in books and web. So,I have decided to compile these memories as collection for future generation as a story, story of market.

“Story of the Shoe”

                                                  
A baby booties to high fashioned heel, most of us spends our lives in shoes, and that is among one place we can learn about culture, ancient trend and the self.

We wear our hearts on our body, not only apparels but everything that we wish for, so along with apparels, “Shoes are the best instrument, to know about people, their feeling, emotions" says Associate Professor V P Singh, NIFT- N Delhi. . He can chart the rise and fall of prosperity of shoes from the elevation of a heel, change in pattern of design, toe measurement, technological advancement and psychological impact.

                                                 

Mr Singh; One with an mature understanding of Shoes and Human, surely can describe the personality type. he named them Designer, they can tell what they thought about their design, design of that shoe, for every design they has a commodity and what opinion they made truly based on their understanding of those people, and of-course people of similar 
group, matched to theme will choose it. And, there will be bunch of those who must be trying to fit the same. 

Every shoe has a saga, saga of its wearer; which speak of position, sex (M/F), civilization, religion, profession, and politics or I can say the shoes of the dead have a life all their own.

Historian tells about the relation of shoes and Greeks, where they were named first and later the Romans, who provided the root for many of our present day footwear styles, including soccus, sandalium and muleus (sock, sandal and mule). During the late Roman (Byzantine) empire, Christian morality deemed it sinful to expose the body. St Clement of Alexandria in the third century AD Preached humility for woman who showed their toes. Byzantine footwear covered the feet and shoes replaced the sandals that both men and women had worn for centuries.

Fashion began to change around 1600 as the barriers in dress distinction between classes started to break down. It became a commodity that was traded throughout Europe, and remaining countries of world. The working classes adapted high fashion into simpler modes using humbler materials and were only restricted by cost and practicality.

By the middle of the seventeenth century France had become a beacon of style for all of Europe to emulate. While in 18^th and 19^th century, The excess of decorative were indulged under prestigius fashion labels: Prada, Fendi, Gucci, Salvatore Ferragamo, Miu Miu, Hogan, Tod's, Dolce e Gabana, Valentino, Armani, Sergio Rossi and Manolo Blahnik. Wihch was favoured by European nobility, spread throughout fashionable society. Slowly but effectively from 1600 to 2012, it has developed an interest in leather shoes to high thin-heeled shoes, sports shoes to advanced technological shoes, and still in experimentation with various silhouette. Hardly there would be few English alphabets not named for shoe.

According to William A. Rossi....

"The foot is an erotic organ and the shoe is its sexual covering,"

Surely, it can be much gratifying than SEX. Is it?? ha ha ;), I don’t know, but Average walking in human life is about 50,000miles and that journey with good shoes can be real fun.

I KNOW I WILL BE MISSED 2

LITTLE ARTHUR

GOOGLY

every single of pic of yours, is a memory, unforgettable full of affection as nefty as sea.

i know you need me, but it's destiny...for your good and for my good

please, forgive us for our selfishness :(

take care of you

LOVE YOU FOREVER

MANISH  

I KNOW I WILL BE MISSED

I KNOW I WILL BE MISSED 

                                                                                                                              
26^th November 2009, When Google came to our lives, none of us had ever thought about his presence as significant to all of us in couples of month. Google is a dog, originally brought from  Sonipat to Delhi by SSD, and Jia Sarai was the place where I met him firstly. Google, a child adored by many ‘father’ SSD, AS, ST, Savi, HR along with ‘me’.

And, a true son, charming baby to his mommy ‘Pynk’.

Though, I am feeling blue, with an sting of parting to google, making up to renounce his presence for now. I can still remember those days, getting high after glasses, flooded with true affectionate dialogue of Satya, Ankur, Sam and Savio.

“Yaar, iski aankhen bahut cute hai yaar....oye mera googy, poogy”

“BC, kaat mat, yaar mein isko Arthur banana chahta hoon..taaki jab ye bahar jaye to sabki G**D faad de...”

“Savio, Hitesh wala photo shoot” 

And offcourse who can forge this word, “kaaluuuuuuuuuuuuu, abbey tujhe hi bol raha hoon...and lovebite as an after-effect ha ha ha”

“Googy khana khyegi googy, achha sit, sit...”

But, without one name all the name cited above as father are less colossal. Pravesh, A true friend available always for every single demand of his.








those little innocent moments. awwww... :can only be felt in hushed  :(

"I KNOW WHAT DO YOU WANT TO HEAR,


"KAALU....." YEAH U MUST BE MISSING THIS WORD...


"I KNOW YOU WANNA HEAR, SOMEONE TO CALL YOU GOOGY POOGY EARLY MORNING....."


"I KNOW YOU WANNA SEE US AGAIN...I KNOW U DID'T HAD YOUR FOOD TODAY...."


PLZ GOD, MY EYES ARE FULL OF EMOTIONS....
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I started with a beautiful end of 2011, with dear friends. That day and today,   thought of parting from google so early was not predictable. So, 2^nd time in 2012, I am wishing to have a time machine to rewind those memories. Unfortunately both the wish to have time machine is for two opposite reasons. :( knowing the fact that both the wishlist are mirage in desert, which has no existence to accomplice. :( 


If ever get a chance to have one among you two, you will be my choice..

I know the twinge of parting, so, it is difficult to renounce the needs of yours will be injustice to your life. I know you will be adopted soon by some family, where you can have all those fun and masti which you could not have here. Your growing need and requirements are more important than our emotions. So, I will pray for a new beginning of yours.

I know every single reason for your hurt/hate is our selfishness, forgive us and have a cheerful life ahead.....

For me,  True love which ask for nothing except the happiness of beloved, even on separation and so for, your happiness is last thing in your life are needed. I have got enough of your good memories, memories which are enough to have a good life here.

I love you 

Manish 

I KNOW I WILL BE MISSED 

“--We are not much different in fact to many other forms of animal life;

And it is because of subtle human conditioning

--Not the actual facts—

That we are raised to believe there is a wide gap between

What is human and what is animal.”

--Gareth Patterson

Dreams ! ! !

A painting with coloured wings of hope,

Fairytales of yesterday only grow but hardly die.

Smouldering desires that turns into ashes.

Aberration towards reality, abiding the truth

but to renounce it and obeying the fatuous.

Feeble attempts, towards the feign romance.

Wake in day to find that it was void.

Accepting, there will day and night again.

Perhaps It is learning, what it means to life.

Living every moment, what make you smile.

Dreams are woeful, knowing them as a dream,

When it dawn outside, in-hope to be night again.

With an appetence to have them or to be with them, inducing me :) and sometimes checking off with reality :(

I am a dreamer, and it's the phase i can have what i wish to be part of my life, no pleading, no boundation.....just me and my aspiration. :) ......manish

My fight with New Year Resolutions??

                              When it comes to hordes, New year resolutions are fine as good as facebook, twitter update and good aphrodisiac for conversation but commitment to them is akin to boyfriends promises that  rarely come true for the complete year, and to themnew year resolutions are like resolution for good health, new year resolutions for better love, sex etc etc.Mind you, it’s not an assumption; experienced on new year night when two friends of mine were in dilemma to join or not to join gurgaon X party.

These days everyone is talking about them, it does force me to evaluate myself over the past year. But then the past year is a mirror of all my past years. So I close my eyes and ask myself.

What do I want??? Not an easy question always at all, in today’s setting talking to self and self introspection sounds mundane and silly. Even an artist has an outline sketch that disciplines the painting. So what’s the plan of I want?

I want to be happyJ. But then I have walked with enough thinkers and mystics, psychologists and intellectuals to know that is just a word that describes a temporary moment of brain chemicals.  “Brain Chemicals” Now that is what frightens me most these days. Am I just a product of my brain chemicals? If it is so, what else is important then a still, restful and peaceful mind? That is easy. All I need is a prescription from a doctor.

What do I want???? Of course I should be making a step forward towards my goal. As an academician and entrepreneur, I want to communicate with my dreams as a curious student. So the basic question returns back. What and how do I communicate??? I have always been told I think too much and because of which I made mess. But that is not true either. Why should action be measured in terms of marketable creation? Is achievement and fame, monetary gains and material assets the fundamentals of measuring action? I 

am impatient always. Always on every move as in travelling, Interacting with people always.

What do I want??? What should I aspire for on this New Year? What is that fundamental idea that would encompass that which I desire most?

Now here is the problem. My desires change on a day to day basis. On a moment to moment basis like a child I get attracted from one desire to another, one idea to another. So how can I trust my desire to define that which I want most? I want a healthy life for as long as I can. I want all my family and those I love to be happy and healthy forever. I want to everyone to happy and healthy. I want there to be peace, a racism free, religion free, and violence free world. I want the Planet to be a greener and less polluted place.

All that which will never possible as the Buddha discovered much earlier in his life.

So really, what do I want? Not a wish list. Not a fantasy. Something I can achieve. Something real that underlies everything I have searched for. The root from which the rest naturally grows flowers. Is there such a root?

What do I want?

I want to be honest. Not as in truthful, But to live honestly in the moment, to live in honesty, not the honesty or truthfulness of the moment that passed. For that is a prejudice. Not in the truthfulness or honesty that may exist in the next moment, for that is either a fear or a fantasy, But the honesty of this moment, Honesty that needs absolute awareness. That honesty that is aware of all that there is without prejudice or dogma, without rules or desires. Where the moment stretches into an eternity from one moment to another.

Yes, I have walked with my teachers and friends who have taught me so much and tried to teach me fundamentals.

I have my path, stepping from one chaotic footstep to another, but hoping somehow that the unknown path so travelled finds harmony in the journey.

That is what I want. "The journey." That is honest to each step.