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Grey - a decent color, a clever shade, and also something that is deep – grey builds character kinda bakwaas. But, grey is definitely not a good friend if it is summer or a hot day in India (We have glimpses of summer in winter.). Water is a kryptonite for grey and so is sweat. Grey confidently exposes areas where you sweat the most. So, if you aren’t at a gym, there is no point stressing on the fact that you are a hard working individual - kyonki paseena toh fan kay neechay baitheyney see bhi aata hai.

Although grey is my favorite color, here are top three reasons why you shouldn't wear grey.

1. Summer - Sweat - Trouble: The caption sums it all up. You wear grey, the sun its out, you sweat- Kaboom! The grey tee/shirt is soaked to the core. All fine till now, wait, the whole World can see the sweat spots. Shoulders, back, you name it - they can see, it all.

2. Dark Skinned: Ok, not being racist, but dude or woman, avoid grey if you are dark. Just avoid it. There is not point decking yourself up with a lighter shade of what you look like.
Tip: This point can be ignored if grey is your favourite color. Well, I will be; grey is my favourite and I’m dark skinned.

3. Its Already Faded: Whether you like it or not, accept it or not, agree or not, grey is just faded black. So no matter how new a product you buy, you always knew it would look awesome if it were black. So, just buy black naa, why grey?

Ok, this is the end of this post. But the way, never knew wearing a grey shirt can push you to write a blog post. One of those days where I’m able to write on anything. Cool naa?

Coming Soon: Why Wear Grey?

Life

Oh Life...you so simple, yet so complicated,
Oh Life...you so gently, yet so harsh.

The mistakes I made; the roads I trod,
Some flash before my eyes; I struggle to erase the rest.

Oh Life...you so simple, yet so complicated,
Oh Life...you so gently, yet so harsh.

The time gone by; the time yet to come,
I'm a fool; I fail to learn from my mistakes.

Life hold me close; I've begun to fall apart,
Life be my support; I've begun to lose faith.

Oh Life...you so simple, yet so complicated,
Oh Life...you so gently, yet so harsh.

You taught me how to live; I never pushed myself hard enough,
I wish I could mend my ways; I wish I pursued you better.

Now I'm addicted to evil; my decisions mended by my darker side,
Still inside me I wait; I wait for change; I want to see the light.

Oh Life...you so simple, yet so complicated,
Oh Life...you so gently, yet so harsh.

Danke...

Walking side by side,
Smiling faces, tears had to bid adieu…

“You’re so cute “, she said,
And so are you – I replied in my head…

I thank the MAN above,
For the times we had, for the man you shaped me to be…

The alliance far from completion; yet a lot to learn,
An incomplete aid, enormous values to respect…

People meddling their opinion; conscience glaring at me,
All that mattered is You, and that you understood…

I don’t know if you would believe, but you mattered and still do,
So for all the times, and for a better me, I – Thank You…

Negativity

Disclaimer: All the below mentioned words are strictly negative. Any resemblance to living is purely fictional...NOT.

• Waaathah
• Chal nikal
• Ghanta
• Haaaaaaath
• Tera baap
• Bhuugh
• Haan...barabar haah...
• Shaadi mai aaya hai kya?
• Andhaa

Rains

I love the rains. Yes, it's quite a bold statement for a Mumbaikar, but I can't stop loving the rains; even the ones that pour out when you just about to move out. Not that I'm an enemy of a bright sunny day, but you got to accept the rains do bring a smile on our faces. Ironically, winter claims the podium for my favorite season, but rains run quite close to the competition. While winters can give me a pleasant cozy sleep and may even force to go that extra minute or two to rattle in bed, the monsoon succeeds in seducing me to jump-start for long walks as the rain droplets crash my feet. Not to forget, some awesome instrumentals and acoustics songs pampering my ears.

This year the rains are good too. Although mother nature hasn't been gracious to the norther part of India, and I hope she forgives us humans for ruining her over the years, I wish and hope rains ease out in north India and the people reach back home safely. Coming back to central India - Mumbai that is, rains have been good and I'm loving every moment of Mama Nature being kind and showering us with rains. many a times, rains force to stay indoors, but this gives me a time-void to go back in my past and weigh the mistakes I've made and dragged others along and gives me the opportunity to ensure the journey left can be covered better.

Rains, so this was for you. Thank you GOD for showering us with good rains. Hoping everyone is loving the rains. For those driving to work and back home, let's not blame monsoons for the mess we create. For others, try walking in the rains, nothing beats shunning yourself under the umbrella, drowning yourself in some good music and walking.

Disclaimer: Despite walking in ankle deep water, rain on me!

The Pursuit

Justice denied; the lies jab to prevail,
Justice achieved; a SAVIORS care.

A day locked with fury; the unchanging ways of the dejection pursued.
Anger, hatred, disappointment flooded, but mercy prevailing.

No resurrection for the darker side,
No incarnation to the dying side.

Candles burnt at both ends; bridges torn in frustration,
Surrender to HIM; the ways so unchanged; the I in the decision I make.

Heading ahead into the unknown and the mysterious eclipse,
Not knowing what is right; but ABBA I hold YOUR gracious hands.

HIS voice prefaced, HIS grace unleashed,
All the negatives from the closet, buried in the past, choked to chase the life ahead.

Counting the failures, leveling them with desires fulfilled,
Trying hard not to look; failure chasing and the pursuit continues.

Oh FATHER! Increase my trust in thee, these feet walk the unwanted path,
My faith trembles with an ambiance of a thicker grey, yet with YOU I stand.

Awaiting the day of resurrection, the day the desires reject to reincarnate,
The day we are made worth, the day we are cleansed, the day we are made one.

What do you mean?

This happened a few weeks back and I always wanted to say this. So, here it is, loud and clear....hopefully!

It’s a bright Monday morning. I’m early to work and perilously hungry, but something goes terribly wrong…

Calvin: Arey, ek Misal Pav dena.
Raju, man with the dirty plastic glove: Sirhh, abhi tak ‘Pav’ aaya nahi. Thodayeh time maieh ayega. (Yes, South Indian bugga.)

*Beeeeep* I swipe out to go back to my work station. Suddenly I see a man approaching the canteen with a gazillion pavs. I change my destination and follow the man with the pav back to the canteen.

Raju, man with the dirty glove: Arey Pav aaya.
Calvin: (*Screming thought-cloud*) Raaaaaaacissssstttt