Wednesday, 21 November 2012


I wish I could carry my warm-warm Blanket and hot-hot Coffee Mug when I leave for office in the morning. It is still not freezing in Delhi but the chilly wind gives you shivers and in the evening you just cannot step out. Warmth of smoke and small fills of instant coffee are a bit of relief providers at the office. But you can beat the winter with all new range of Jackets form various brands. Check out some of my favorites:


Flying Machine


Indian Terrain

Just Natural



United Colors of Benetton

Monday, 19 November 2012

My Life and Thoughts!!

"I wish life could be like a string of a violin that carried music to both ends...

I wish life could have 7 colors of happiness and sorrow... 

I wish every beat of my heart could reflect my emotions ... 

I wish my cold eyes could give my heart's warmth away..."

I may or may not be the first and the correct person to write about "what life really is about?". But I have learnt a few things in 23 years and 6 months. People might just call me crazy for calling my life an "Apple Pie" but in reality it is. It has layers and layers of sweetness and nutty dryness that cannot be defined till the time you take a mouthful bite of it. I even cannot myself define its depth, its path and the way it's taking turns & twists. For every eye in the space around me, I am a human with two legs, hands, ears, eyes and a face. But for me, every other human walking on the earth is a mystery that requires to be deciphered. I try not to observe but I fails every other day as I want to know more about the person. Every finger movement, twitching of the lips, tapping of legs, shifting of gaze and much more never goes unnoticed.

I wish I could just go on observing people and live my life with others in my memory. But this had to change, I got this hunger for being with someone. Observe the movements of that someone special whom I could relate to. I wish I could rewind my life two years from now and just make the toughest decision of my life "No, you are not the one for me". Just one yes made me feel all amazing till the time I realized where all this was heading to. But I don't want to repent now, want to move ahead with that hunger. I am not a dreamer and never anticipate the best for me but I like to wait. This waiting thing might take days, months or years. Still, I will WAIT like a mature (that I am totally not!).

You know the worst phase of life is when YOU don't have someone special and your friends have ONE. It is the situation when you feel like running away from this world and take a SAMADHI in Himalayas. If you want to catch a movie or anything in this world, you literally have to take an appointment.
You: "Hello Blah, Are you free today?"
Blah: "No, I have to go out with Him or Her. Sorry."
You: "Dat's Okay, what about tomorrow or the coming weekend or next week?"
Blah: "Sorry Yaar, Need to spend some time with him or her also. Hope you understand."

That last line pinches you like anything and makes you feel like a loner. There is a solution to it, go out alone. There is one more solution, go out with your love-dovy friends (NO, it looks like you are an outsider in their private world).

Let me start with my life in actual sense, what am I, who am I and how I came to this planet. I was born in the year of 1989 on 6th Feb, when Delhi looked less like a metro city. It was the coldest day of the month and winds were blowing. As all know that I am not normal, how could I have entered the world without creating a mess? Doctors tried hard to get my mother in to labor, but failed with every technique they tried. Finally, doctors planned cesarean, the toughest operation to bring a baby out of the womb. This is how the son of Mr. and Mrs Arora came to this planet. The first person to take me in her hands was my Nani (Maternal Grandmother), she always reminds me that. Being the first grandson of the family, I was treated like a star by my parents, maternal grandparents and my Paternal Uncle. But my Paternal Grandparents just considered me as grandson, no extra importance (till date, No Issues, I love my Grandmother.).

Then started my school life, one miserable experience of my life. Let me share my dad's version first. According to him, if I would have been the deciding authority for my schooling, I would have been sitting at home for sure. I made scenes and cried like a baboon on the gate of the school or just gave up on the interviews by acting sick. I played all my cards to make sure that I am not going to school. But somehow I got admission in ASN, Delhi. Then my dad moved to Mathura to handle the bank branch located there. Even my mother opted for transfer as they both worked for the same bank. I got admission in the finest school of Mathura - Amar Nath Vidya Ashram Senior Secondary Public School, Mathura (I still remember how hard it was for me write this full name on my exam sheets.). Yes, I gave exams when I was in 1st, 2nd and 3rd. Lucky me!! But the school life was great, actually full of friends and weirdest activities. Even the principle's grandson was one of my best buddies. You won't believe but I was top scorer in Sanskrit. Once my teacher thrashed me so badly that my mother literally bashed her in front of the whole school. How can you expect a child in 3rd class to know the basics of SANSKRIT?? My mother bashed many teachers during those three years. I still remember, after school my destination use to be my Mom's branch. Use to play there like a mad with all the grown up 'kids' who use to sometimes pick on me and I played with all those old fashioned rolls used for calculations. Worst question they used to ask "Who loves you the MOST??". On my offs, I used to spend my days with my care taker who loved to play Doctor Doctor with me. I spent there 4 years and left the school to join a well known school in Noida.

The name of the school is good enough to describe my schooling life but this was the name that kept me on my toes. My grandfather got me admitted here as my brothers and sisters were already studying here. For one whole year, ENGLISH was one subject I lagged behind so badly that I could see the terror of me failing in the eyes of my mother. But somehow I passed as I was not bad with other subjects. But years of misery just started. I was not into sports and nor in the co-curricular activities. I was more of a guy who thought that the school was a fortress filled with secrets. I would imagine out-of-the-box stuff hiding under my desk during the games period. The library was one place that fueled my imagination, gave it wings in the form of fictions. No one knew that I was interested in science and wanted to be an astronaut like every other kid. I would secretly issue do-it-yourself experiments manual from the library and conducted secret experiments with everything I could source from home. Made various moving objects by breaking expensive remote controlled gadgets and toys my parents bought for me. I was aware about the second world outside my own little world. This was just the starting of the miserable 6 years of my life.

Friendship is one bond in my life that has taught me more than what my parents preached. It's like Practical exam of what you have ever heard from others. I have few pillars in my life that are holding me strong. Tan, one person whom I can call at 3 in the night and I know my phone will be answered. Raj, taught me the true meaning of friendship and how to hold on to it. KD, very new in my life but this KID is more mature than me. Salute to the way this person handles me and my tantrums, mood swings, serious issues and childish behavior. Shanu (shops like HELL), one good listener and advisor in my life. ANOUSHKA, One girl whom I can never forget, no matter what happens. She was my soul for 4 years and knew me in and out.

You know people might say that love is more than words and here I am supporting that thought. I know I am not allowed to msg you or call you till the time you want me to. I made this rule as I know what you are going through in your head. I have been through that phase what people will think specially friends bothers us more than anything in this world. But every word that you share with me, keeps me attached to the reality. I know if you ever going to read this, you might not contact me for months. But I don't mind that as I know that you exist and I can bank on you in my harsh days. I am not a crazy guy who is ever going to force myself on you but I would always want you to tell me the truth before my air castles start turning into reality. I don't know how to say this but my life has a meaning only if you are there even if as a friend, Forever.

I am sick to the core now. I never cared about the world or people around me but now I feel this world will eat me up. How do I move on?? Where should I go or what should I do to forget everything? It took me so long to get over my ex and move on... then this person came into my life... After so long I felt important.... I moved out of the cocoon of ME and moved to Us... Man, this took me so long but finally I started opening up and started feeling lively. But again "best friend" came in... God how could I have fallen in love with a person for whom I had a bad gut feeling about.... Okay, what should I do? Go to the movies? Going (alone as friends are busy). Talk to people? No way (sick of their problems). Listen to music? Done that, what next? Eat? Putting on weight like hell. Drink? Doing that every day but not helping. Shop? Don't have space now to store so many clothes. Write? Doing that everyday, but that doesn't make me forget anything.
One thing I know very well I cannot move on... As I will not fall for the third time in life, enough of people who just exist for their own good. Either don't make me dream or if you have done that den don't break them. I can only wait now as nothing comes easy for me.

Felt like sharing something from my heart. I always told you that I cannot not be your first choice. If you love him then you cannot be mine. Plus, you are young, you can find anyone in this world. I always wanted things to go slow as I was afraid of this what happened today. No one in the world could have judged the pace of the relation we were planning for ourselves. But I knew that your feelings for him cannot be suppressed. See what happened, I was tagged as rebound and you are awaiting his three magical words.

Will update this post with my jumbled up thoughts. 


People say that my first love is FOOD!! Nah, it is always and always going to be clothes. My never ending love for clothes has landed me into deep shit at my home because of over-bulging wardrobe but I still cannot give up on it. One thing that makes me a Shopaholic is not the brand name (Not at all brand crazy) but the CUT/DESIGN. For me clothes are like diamonds, you need to check the cut, design and clarity of the execution with a piece of fabric before you bet your hard earned money on it. If one thing goes wrong, the whole apparel is a mess. 

My LOVE for clothes will never die and example to prove it is this FCUK Jacket. No idea if this belongs to the latest collection but I am ready to don it without considering all that. 

Friday, 19 October 2012

Nobody suffers.....

Autumn is here inside my heart
When there's springtime in the air
Loneliness is tearing me apart
Being lost makes me scared
I keep on asking the gods above to send my love back to me
Oh please let these days and weeks
Pass by so quickly

Nobody suffers like I do
Nobody else, oh no
Nobody suffers like I do
Nobody else but you

You had to leave, I know
And we knew it would be tough
You said you would be back soon
Soon is not soon enough
I keep on asking the gods above to send my love back to me
Oh please let these days and weeks
Pass by so quickly

Nobody suffers like I do
Nobody else, oh no
Nobody suffers like I do
Nobody else but you

Through this waiting in vain
All this darkness and pain
I've been crying for you, now I'm dying
When this test is at the end
I hope you'll understand
That you're all that I've got
Oh darling

Autumn is here inside my heart
When there's springtime in the air

Nobody suffers like I do
Nobody else, oh no
Nobody suffers like I do
Nobody else but you
Nobody suffers like I do
Nobody else, oh no
Nobody suffers like I do
Nobody else but you

Wednesday, 17 October 2012

Online business is booming like hell and taking over the business of sprawling malls across the country. Only thing where they are lagging behind is serving the users with Chilly Potatoes with Ice Tea!! There breakeven is not that great but are able to take over the undivided attention of the consumers who once felt that they cannot purchase without feeling the fabric. They are coming up with collections that you will not be able to find under the big banner retail chains. And what is remarkable is the quality combined with over-the-edge designs that are priced at prices that will astonish you. Here I am not talking about the Online Giants who just dump their websites with products and products without even looking at the designs or cuts. I am talking about the websites that have recently cropped-up and are acquiring market share at a steady pace. One such brand name is INKFRUIT.COM.

Some of the products from its collection are as follows:
(Starting with LED T-shirts that I recently ordered at very reasonable prices)

Wednesday, 19 September 2012


Der was time wen love was world,
Der was time wen i conqrd d world,
Der was time wen d world closed its eyes,
Der was time wen world bcam a distant place for me,
Now, the world is again by my side but hidden behind the stars.

Tuesday, 11 September 2012

"You & Me"

Y-O-U complete M-E,
Vanquished in your ABSENCE

Make the words sound worth Listening,
Absorb every one of those.

Find me eccentric,
Define ECCENTRICITY with just your NAME.

MSG in the middle of the night,
Lay wide awake for that one MSG.

Call me NAMES,
Long to hear those every SECOND.

Start a conversation....
Wish it never ENDS.

Msg me when with FRIENDS,
Feels as if world has come to an end.

Get mad at me,
Want to wipe-off every reason for that.

Pull my leg every now and then,
Want to pull you in my arms every time it happens.

Smile like an ANGEL,
Imagine your smile every second.

Never met me in person,
Always imagine you by my SIDE.

Wednesday, 29 August 2012

Two must check out Links!!

Who's Thinking About You Now

Love this song specially the cello played in-between.... 

Who's thinking about you now?
If you were building a wall, who would tear it all down and pull you through?
Who's thinking about you?
Who'd care enough to send you flowers, that you could call at all hours, 
And give your love to?
Somebody must believe if they could see what I see
If they haven't, well they will
Baby they all will

Just when you suspect that life couldn't get no harder, something comes
Along and makes your dark day darker
The weight of it all falls on you
Who will be the one to listen when it's time to listen?
Who will be the one to miss you when you've gone missing?
Well, I do.
Do I qualify, qualify, qualify, qualify, qualify?

I want to be the one to help you ignore Mr. Loneliness peeking his head
Into your door.
I'm hoping you can feel me.
I'm hoping you can feel me in your chest, chest, yeah
I'm hoping that you notice how you're blessed, yeah

I feel like starting something.
I feel like calling off today to be with you.
Yeah, I believe we all do something that's familiar like a deja vu, 
Familiar like a deja vu
Yeah, and I know you're smoking, I've seen your fire
I know in love you've been giving it up
So do I qualify, qualify, qualify, qualify, qualify?

I want to be the one to help you move from Mr. Loneliness living in the
Kitchen of your home.
I'm hoping you can feel me.
I'm hoping that I don't run out of breath, breath, yeah.

Ooh... Ooh... 

When our two hands are linked together with an ampersands.
It's my kind of diagram.
When our sore eyes are lined up side by side
Well, I'm a happy man
Yes, I'm a happy man.
Yes ma'am, yes ma'am, yes ma'am
I am thinking about you.
Yes ma'am, yes ma'am, yes ma'am
I am thinking about you.

When you're sleeping, darling when you're next to me, 
I scan you like a credit card, connecting freckles like I do the stars

Yes ma'am, yes ma'am, yes ma'am
I am thinking about you

Saturday, 25 August 2012

Watches - Part 2

Some of my Favorite WATCHES!!

CK - Rs. 12,000

Casio Edifice - Rs. 4,000 (Love the combination of colour with classic steel frame.)

Emporio Armani - Rs.12,300

Emporio Armani - Rs. 20,000

Fossil - Rs. 10,800

Fossil - Rs. 8,000

Jacques Lemans - Rs. 9,500

Nautica - Rs. 12,200

Offshore Commando - Rs. 32,500

Rotary - Rs. 16,302

Victorinox - Rs. 18,000

Suunto Ambit - Rs. 35,000

Suunto Core Alu - Rs. 26,000

Suunto Core Alu - Rs. 26,000

Watches - Part 1

When was the last time you visited Helios or does that name sounds alien to you?? If it does? WAKE UP!! Because you are missing on something very precious in ones' life – TIME and Helios sells it to you in a solid form. There, time is the only thing that is designed and branded by the Eye widening LABELS that can actually burn a wide hole in your pocket but you will not miss on TIME for sure. Here the time singings for you “Tic Tok. Tic Tok” and promise to keep you on TIME wherever you plan to go. Now let me explain how you can own this TIME that is set in a solid form and sings the jingle of its fast moving pace. Time is solidified in the form of a WATCH that was introduced in 1530 as Clock-Watches, which were worn on a chain around the neck or fastened on the clothes. Then came the Pocketwatches (1600), Wristwatch (1920) and finally a Quartz watch (1969). But out of these models the Wristwatch became the heart stealer and sale for it rocketed sky high during the last decade. This gave the Top players in the luxury line play some more with Time and flash out mind blowing masterpieces that graced the wrists of men. Wristwatches are of many kinds that divided on following basis by the leading brands and stores:

  1. Type

  • Analog
  • Digital
  • Analog-Digital
  • Aviator
  • Marine

  1. Dial Shape
  • Round
  • Rectangle
  • Tonneau (HOW DO WE Pronounce this WORD? )
  • Square

  1. Strap Material

  • Metal
  • Leather
  • Silicone
  • Plastic
  • Rubber
  • Fabric
  • Stainless Steel
  • Mesh
  • Ceramic

  1. Features

  • Water Resistant
  • Date Wheel
  • Chronograph
  • Calendar
  • Alarm
  • Altimeter
  • Barometer

Wednesday, 22 August 2012

Which one do you think is BETTER?

I am in full mood to buy something for keeping time as I am always late everywhere. I would love to understand the importance of time that no one in my family gives a damn about. So, what I am going to do is invest in a masterpiece from some of the trusted brands. Plus, I will gift one of these watches to my friend. But before that I want to decide which one to buy for myself. Let me list down my choices with exact prices for a clear picture.

Police - Rs. 7,875.00

 Guess - Rs. 11,100.00

Guess - Rs. 7,700.00

Saturday, 18 August 2012

Poem - Lonely!!





Friday, 17 August 2012


For many it's a big let down and for many it's a tool to bring someone down. We are not born with it, this just pop up with the passage of time and conditions. 98% of the humans on the surface of earth are insecure about their looks, 90% are insecure about their partner, 82% are insecure about their job, 73% are insecure about their own sexuality, and the list goes on. It is humanly impossible to find one person who is self-secure or rather the words should be confident about life, sexuality and other stuff. Everyone is and will be insecure about something or the other that is not in our own hands. My basic question is why people get insecure? What is the main cause of the insecurity? Can it be cured? 

The answer to all these questions are not as simple as one may think. One may say that the insecurity related to ones image or looks can be handled by going through the instant makeover or attending personality development classes. But can that same person answer one simple question, if that could have helped then why there are too many cases where people just adapt to the change they are suggested or molded in and forget the real them?


A nightingale sang the sweet tune of “Night, Night, Goodnight” as the clock struck 12AM. This is the best time when I get lost in the mesmerizing world of dreams (a world where I can be whom I want to be, travel the stars, meet the non-existent and hog as much as I can). Sharp at 7 AM my friend messaged me that was followed by a bucket full of under breath curses her way. Stepped out of my home sweet home at 8 AM while rubbing my half open eyes to reach the dreaded Metro Station. Standing at the recharge counter, my head was busy manipulating the day ahead. Something was out of place at the station, may be the sweet fragrance that lingered in the air or the person at the counter changed. My 7th sense (if existed) pointed that my day is not going to monotonous. As I stepped on the escalator, I was not greeted by wired people who expect me to climb up on it but a huge handbag said hello to my legs. I stared at it as if it is the most fascinating thing in the world. 

Wait a second, I remember this camel colour Parada bag. I was just about to pick it up, a soft voice banged hard on my eardrums. My soul wanted to burn itself and vanish from the scene as it was well aware what was followed, “Don’t you think you should learn some more expressions?” she said. My eyes rolled up in her direction, heart froze and legs started shaking. Her brown eyes twinkled as she laughed at my vacant expression. A laugh that travelled through my soul attracted many guys wanted to bag her. My mouth opened to utter something stupid but tongue got twisted in a fear of messing everything up. Every cell of my body was awestruck as my eyes burned a hard image on the brain of her shining more and more with the sun rays. It felt as if every ray pierced my eyes as they bounced her perfection towards me. She held my hand and rushed me inside the sparsely crowded metro. I could sense every eye burning a hole in me and had a same question “How can he?”. 

I choked on words that wanted to define the feeling of seeing her. Every word fooled me and my head was full of so many emotions that it cluttered my eyes which were busy capturing every moment. We stood by the pole, looking inside each other eyes. It was not magical to look in her eyes but my hand in her hand made it an out the world feeling. My phone flashed a message, “I will be late, you carry on.” I moved my gaze from my phone and stared point blank at her. We entered the dark tunnel to cross the underground stations. Everything about was as perfect as it use to be. I shook my head hard to come back to reality but her full of life smile was still in front of my eyes. Moved my knuckles across her cheekbone, her soft skin felt like fresh pita bread dough. Brought my hand back to inhale the faint fragrance of her skin, it reminded me of the remarkable fragrance that lingered in the air at the station. Station after station, I felt her magic taking a toll on my soul and making me smile like a class one kid who recently fell in love with her math teacher. As we were about to reach the end of the gloomy tunnel, her eyes turned towards me and bid goodbye in the sweetest manner they could. With the flash of light, My eyes opened to the ceiling of my room while phone flashed a message from my friend sharp at 7 AM.

Thursday, 9 August 2012

Quirk Box

Many a times, I just tend to surf the net aimlessly. That is the time I get lucky the most and to prove this little unbelievable myth, I have something that I plan to buy next month. This is a little extraordinary and out of my fashion scoop. I have never worn such a thing in my life and never dared to. But this time, I  ought to buy it as my gut feeling says that I will be able to carry it off. I know many of you will not take my idea seriously after taking a look at it but I want this piece for sure. Here I present, a quirky jacket tagged as Toy Factory Soldiers by Quirk Box.

Quirk Box, Toy Soldiers Jacket

Quirk Box, Toy Soldiers Jacket
Quirk Box, Toy Soldiers Jacket

Quirk Box, Toy Soldiers Shirt

Quirk Box, Toy Soldiers Shorts