Vinayak Gole

As I mustered up the courage to step into this unknown territory, I realised that it was very different that what I had imagined. There were people looking at me as a stranger, an intruder in the forbidden kingdom. There were the intimidating glances, there were the shameful nods and the super replusive vibes. But still I lingred on, found the master of the lands, the Instructor and told him I would be beginning today. The changing room had more shame for me. I couldnt get myself to expose...

"Jab wahi jhaag, wahi safedi, kam daam mein mile toh koi yeh kyon le, woh na le?". Exactly my point. When you get the same stuff for a lesser rate, why splurge in huge showrooms in malls, when you can do the same from the comfort of your home? Yes that’s right, it’s time to turn on the computer and get online. Some of the best places to shop this Diwali are: 1. Flipkart www.flipkart.com 2. Yebhi http://www.yebhi.com 3. Indiatimes Shopping http://shopping.indiatimes.com/ 4. Myntra...

I have no clue why I did this one. But I guess, that's how the word spells out. Why. There are no reasons and no answers why we do certain things. Or why certain things happen to us. And we are left asking. "Why?" But every "Why" has a flip side, a side which is a lesson, a learning. And I guess that's what I have tried in this.

The Heart is funny. It has its share of sins and it has its share of benevolence. Its weird how the fight is constant. With different emotions playing, love, hate, peace, restlessness, ambition, pain, passion, compassion, revenge, forgiveness, the heart is perhaps the most complex repertoire of moods. An angel sometimes and sometimes, the devil himself.

And today I find peace in music. Music makes me feel at peace with the world. The small "weird" little sounds make me feel like I am one with eternity. Peace is easy to find my friends. Only we never want peace. We want cars and money, we need partners and achievements. Even for music we need crystal clear sound. Music is best enjoyed naturally. Peace is best enjoyed naturally. And so I am "calling out to jah". Bring them peace God. Let them not chase it. Show them the way. Wish you were...

The point however is whether you should give into critics. One way of looking at it is to take it as positive feedback and try to inculcate what the so called gurus point out to you. Ooh ya, take the feedback positively and change your style. For what and for whom? Why should I change my style or anything just because some people feel so. I refuse and now I fully realize why W.Axl Rose had to pen song like 'Get in the Ring'. I am sorry my critics but I refuse to change-not my style, not my...

The Heart is funny. It has its share of sins and it has its share of benevolence. Its weird how the fight is constant. With different emotions playing, love, hate, peace, restlessness, ambition, pain, passion, compassion, revenge, forgiveness, the heart is perhaps the most complex repertoire of moods. An angel sometimes and sometimes, the devil himself.

I have no clue why I did this one. But I guess, that's how the word spells out. Why. There are no reasons and no answers why we do certain things. Or why certain things happen to us. And we are left asking. "Why?" But every "Why" has a flip side, a side which is a lesson, a learning. And I guess that's what I have tried in this.

Another attempt to paint the Monkey God, using Pixlar. I guess I need to practice more...

Wanted to try out something different with pixlar and couldn't think of anything really nice so decided to just let it flow. Always had this image of a boat struggling against the deadly sea. Wandering, beaten down but never defeated. Waiting to reach the shore. Waiting to live. And somehow it felt so true to our lives, we fight endlessly, with ourselves, our minds, our worlds, believing that someday life would be better. My dedication to all of us mellow fighters down there. Waiting,...

One of my first experiments with Pixlar. My experiments have always been attempts to paint my mind using simple brush strokes. It was Ganesh Chaturthi and the mood was more than festive. As I sat down unaware of what to do with the brush provided, I decided to close my eyes and visualize what was going on in my mind. And all I could think about was the Lord. In all His simplicity, the strokes have brought about my vision of someone whom I have been praying to for the last 14 years. A...

Born out on the dull blue floor, Growing slowly on chips and more.Was born he shiny, painfully lone,packed in the box, which would be home.This is the ballad of Phoney Gray, Made of metal, born in a tray,This is the ballad of Phoney Gray, Silent as is or talking through a ray. And so Gray rolled out from his China home, Dressed in cardboard, packed in foam.Still asleep, waiting for day to light,Gray laid still, dreams in sight.In his dark room, he heard voices strange,Sometimes far, sometimes...

Rikshaw hai jo rukta nahin,Bus hai jo dikhta nahin,Paer hain jo chalte nahin,Manzil hai jo aati nahin.Dost hain jo milte nahin,Dushman hain jo pighalte nahin,Pyar hai jo khilta nahin,Tanhai hai jo jaati nahin. Pagar hai jo badhta nahin,Mehangai hai jo ghatati nahin,Paisa hai jo aata nahin,Garibi hai jo jaati nahin.Izzat hai jo milti nahin,Shohorat hai jo badhti nahin,Kaamyabi hai jo aati nahin,Naseeb hai jo badalta nahin.Umr hai jo rukti nahin,Jawani hai jo rehti nahin,Dimaag hai jo chalta...

As the sky readies for the battle of the sun,A battle which has already been won,The shining star has to retreat behind,As the darkness covers, leading the wind.As the drops gather in force,The earth below moves from bad to worse.The great humans left to stare,Attacked by surprise, from the force nowhere. Proud we stand against the natures will,Killing her children, who can only stand still.But Mother Nature always she wins,Punishing us sorely for all our sins.As we stand tall, on our...

A ping from Anju, a highly successful colleague of mine, came as a surprise. She seemed worried. She had it all she said, but wanted more. She had plenty of money, but wanted more. She had a loving husband, but wanted more of his love. She had become exceedingly touchy about her work and needed better, more meaningful work. Over the fifteen minutes that I managed to chat with her, I realised that she was not even aware what she wanted. And finally when I asked her the question, “Anju, what is it that you are searching for? Wealth, success, love or peace?” It took her by surprise.But the choice ...