PROGANTUS

Birth is beginning,
Hope is its name;
Endurance will be tested,
Winning is what it needs;
And if it doesn’t succeed,
Do not recede my dear friend;
Death will take you to new birth
Till it makes you a vinnare.
-RJFS

Remin Saldanha

This is the introductory poem of mah fest GERENCIA'10-PROGANTUS. Waiting eagerly for the fest.

I TRY

Getting wet in cold rains
To hide my wet tears
Walking on those lonely roads
So you won’t be near
Burning like a sober candle
But you don’t care
Figuring what went wrong
Though it is so clear
So I
Try to open the door
But it shuts
Try to walk away
But I stop
Try to say goodbye
But I choke
The more I try
The less I succeed.

Closing my drained eyes
You come as dreams
Looking at signs around me
To find what they mean
Smiling as I play to be fine
But tears have made me weak
So I
Try to open the door
But it shuts
Try to walk away
But I stop
Try to say goodbye
But I choke
The more I try
The less I succeed.

Answering my own questions
Still looking out for more
Wishing to fly back in time
To heal wounds so sore
Trying to live life as game
But this pain has gone to core
So I
Try to open the door
But it shuts
Try to walk away
But I stop
Try to say goodbye
But I choke
The more I try
The less I succeed.

-RMN

Remin Saldanha

My body, will be your key...

...My body, will be your key...

From my eyes I can show you
A world devoid of pain
Designed to give you peace
All you need is to look
Into my eyes, longing for your trust

From my mouth I can sing for you
Symphonies written for us
Stars join to show our lyrics
All you need is to kiss
My lips, where your verse is

From my heart I can make you
A being from lonesome beast
My blood to fill your space
All you need is to touch
My heart to sync it with yours

From my hands I can give you
Strength vital to stand
Times are dark, roads do end
All you need is to hold
My hands, will make you brave

From my body I can take you
To paradise you wish to go
Everything is holy as grail
All you need is to love
My body, will be your key

RMN
REMIN SALDANHA
Dedicated to love and beauty around me which I fail to notice and appreciate them.

Race of life.

Every morning in Africa, a Gazelle wakes up. He has to run faster than the fastest Lion. If he does not, he becomes the food.

Every morning in Africa, a Lion wakes up. He has to be faster than the slowest Gazelle. If he does not, he dies of hunger.

Regardless of whether you are a lion or gazelle, with the rising sun, you must run . And you must run faster than you did yesterday. Or you will perish.

Your in the race of life!!!

When moon beautifies sky, you too...

So perfect, so tender, so sinless
You are the one I was waiting for
You are my passion, my obsession
Heritage of my lonely love
You are the poem carved in my heart
So irresistible, so indubitable, so infinite.

Your kiss is of impeccable taste
Like an angel is your presence
Your sight is so intoxicating
Aphrodisiac is your love
Like a manifestation of my dreams.

Your flamboyance, your elegance, your presence
Makes me feel that I am living in a fantasy
Feels like a true paradise in me
Yes, I was floating in the sea of ecstasy
Now as my eyes open and my heart closes
My eyes smile as they are trickled by tears
And my mouth laughs recalling your incalculable love.

Light of realization bestows upon me
The world doesn’t go by my way
The day has risen, I have to go
Trying my best to forget you
And all those unforgettable memories
But again when the moon beautifies the sky
You too beautify my soul internally.

Remin Saldanha

REMIN & SHANKAR

i am in RED shirt. BLUE shirt guy is Shankar, MY BEST FRD from Singapore.
This pic taken at Garuda Mall in Bangalore

MUMBAI DREAMS

One does not realize the importance of things one has unless one loses it!

This is what exactly happened to me when I moved to Bangalore for pursuing my Masters. For 22 years, I stayed in aamchi Mumbai .I stayed just like any other Mumbaikar- cursing the bad traffic, bad mouthing the state government, sweating throughout the day, sighing helplessly when I flew in air and fell back on the seat even though the auto gently touches the potholes on highways, fighting with auto drivers for not having one rupee to give back, battling with the erratic monsoons, getting paralysed for 30 mins in 8.35 local train from Goregoan to Dadar.

I kept wondering WHY? Why people still keep coming to Mumbai?

The answer is ‘Freedom’. We, Mumbaikars excise all kind of rights bestowed upon Indians by the Constitution (Ok! I have cutcopypast-ed this line from a civic textbook). That’s what differentiates us from rest of the Indians. You can wear a shirt, a Capri, a pair of Kolhapuris; with a muffler around your neck. Color your hair with purple. Roam on the streets even at midnight without a care. Gals will agree with me. Wanna leak? This financial capital of India becomes your urinal. Celebrate any thohar (festival) of your choice. Wanna sing? What are doors of local trains for? They are the platform for your singing talents (also for some other talents too!).Eat pan and paint the town red. Wanna venue for your birthday-House, Terrace, Streets, Train, Hotel or a Pub! Do Science in 12th in Sathe; BSE in Ruia; MBA finance in SIES; work as a Fashion designer for Lakme Fashion Week. Committed? Kwel! Single? FUNtastic for you! No worries for reading & laughing aloud on NV Jokes in a public place.

A Non Mumbaikar may feel we are much free-er than they are. But according to me it’s our ATTITUDE that makes us special, isn’t it? Mumbai changes one’s attitude towards life. It makes one (rather forces) to be more open to life. It teaches you that you cannot hold anything for a long time. Eventually you have to let it go. It will glorify you for your achievements. Also it will condemn for your wrongdoings. Still it will give you a chance to start anew. Everything is short lived .You can get inspiration from every Mumbaikar- be it a Chaiwala Bhaiya serving hot cutting tea and vadapav on a rainy day, a Nepali watchman guarding your house (even though he is pees when a dog barks), a Gujarati Seth flattering you to take sari from his shop, Sardar cab driver giving advice on how to travel in Mumbai or a Marathi Bai gossiping more, cleaning less and taking 366 out of 365 days off in a year!

Mumbai is a big world in this small world. It welcomes anyone and everyone. All u have to do is loosen a bit and then you too can dance to its music even if you have 2 left feet. Who says opportunity knock door only once? Opportunities keep slapping everyone’s face left, right & centre. As I said earlier it’s our positive Attitude what matters the most. You have to dream with eyes open and work even when you shut your eyes. It’s a city of dreams. You have a dream, accompanied by passion and faith in yourself; nothing can stop you from materializing your dream.

The city makes you shed your fear, phobia, excess weight, laziness, anger, pessimism also your hair. But it gives you more than you expected to get which cannot be measured by any currencies. It makes you wiser than King Solomon, stronger than Hulk (I not guaranting physically), kinder than Mother Teresa, smarter than Birbal.

The city makes each person a HERO for himself and for others.

Remin Saldanha