बेबी अत्तेम्प्त on poetry

Dream Girl

I stare at my light
Such a wonderful sight
Now I know how heaven is
Each time without thee, hell is

I stare at my light
Such wonderful delight
Fairer then the fairest
Moderate and modest

I stare at my light
Shining so bright
Thou are my inspiration
Perfect person of my perception

Thou are my dream girl…

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Home very very away from office.

Shifted to my new place in Navi Mumbai. Sounds far right? But it isn’t. 1 hour 15 minutes to reach office. Manageable. Changing 3 trains to reach office. Not bad at all. Am I complaining? Can I afford to? No. Because I can’t afford to buy place in Mumbai. Not yet. How to buy a house in Mumbai? Invent something like google.com Do business. (But what business should I do?) Marry a rich girl (Too late to do so for me at least) Play the lottery (Tried. Not working) Build strong networking. Get rich people in your contact list and sell insurance to them or become a middleman and conduct business. (Difficult for someone like me.) The only choice I have is to work hard, work smart. Jump up the ladder. Do whatever it is to be successful in your profession. Current scenario. I am not doing that bad. But then I am not doing that good also. Philosophy: Sometimes wealth and fame don’t go hand in hand. You need to make a choice. (I think this has no connection to the above. But hey it’s my blog.) T

Torture -ek (shuru hone se pehle full stop) prem katha.

After a long time I am writing a story about someone I know. Not necessarily a Sancharian. Anyway it all started when he got transferred to a new place. The first day in his new flat was exciting, all the freshly painted walls, all the new arrangements, a new room. A new neighbor. The real story starts when our hero opens the door and sees his first true love. This is how he describes her to me "Yaar she is an Artist’s dream, her glowing hair, her deep black eyes, her beautifully carved teeth." This is how his friends reacted "God save this dude, he is in love with the neighbor's dog". "No! U dumb asses it's the girl I am talking about" he replied angrily. His friends replied "God save this dude, the dog was better". Take two: The most difficult part of a guy's life. To patafy a girl. He goes to his friends and begs them to help him. So his friend’s suggestions were “Gift her something, directly propose to her dude, wait till Valentin

When in love, you suck, you rock.

If I analysed myself in comparison with what I was, I find a natural change. Nothing drastic though, it's personality wise. But I feel small-small things/habits today are often scrutinized. It's a mutual thing, which differentiates between a single guy and a couple. Hey I'm not complaining, I'm just in love. Rules I still suck at: You should not get up before she gets up in a restaurant, you should not walk ahead or behind, you let her finish talking - do not interrupt, etc. So I used to suck at date etiquettes, and even now I suck sometimes but hey at times but when I surprise her with something really good, I rock and when she says that, I bloody rock! Lover's para (I know everybody will read it but it's for my love only) I have never thanked you or said 'sorry' to you even though I 'may' be wrong. You have been my matchbox and I your matchstick, lighting me up always (or burning when you are pissed). You are my teacher also, a lot of credit g

Mrinal Pentapalli - Just saying

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