Sunday, May 13
agar aisa ho to kya ho?
i wonder about the possibility of living in a far off place like this and and occasionally coming for a vacation to the city. hmmm it is a possibility. well, for now, here are a few pics from my recent visit to Havlock island (Andamans). top one is actually of a small golf-course at Port Blair.
Thursday, May 10
Wednesday, April 25
a casual entry finds its place
ummm now what is this going to be about? one thing is certainly beginning to pinch me. well i am not exactly too fond of structures and cliches. off late i have realized this blog has become more of that. i mean i did start out thinking it would be more of a journal for me where something interesting and worthwhile may come up in b/w. but that's about it.
its been so long that i posted something of an update sorts. i mean how am i ever going to remember what happened to me in these days of my life when i don't write about them.
but then there is lot of stuff which one cant write because it is public
work front is strange and i am faced with weird and odd situations. it is such a task to meet my guide these days. just today in the morning when i was in middle of my 'girl talk' with the lady clerk, he just crawled up behind me out of nowhere. well i was not exactly planning to meet him but he as usual presumed that i must and asked me to wait!!!
when the truth is that i am not there to see him!!! somehow he has an odd habit of presuming too many things
so i wait almost patiently when jo and jaspal are waiting for me. we had to visit the council office for jaspal's visa papers. i went inside while his meeting is still on and do tell him that i have a meeting and i need to rush off. but he insists on seeing me after the meeting.
man!! i finally decide to push off and begin to write a note for him but that very moment he calls me in and is vague in his talk.
gotta do some serious thinking about all this that's on.
its been so long that i posted something of an update sorts. i mean how am i ever going to remember what happened to me in these days of my life when i don't write about them.
but then there is lot of stuff which one cant write because it is public
work front is strange and i am faced with weird and odd situations. it is such a task to meet my guide these days. just today in the morning when i was in middle of my 'girl talk' with the lady clerk, he just crawled up behind me out of nowhere. well i was not exactly planning to meet him but he as usual presumed that i must and asked me to wait!!!
when the truth is that i am not there to see him!!! somehow he has an odd habit of presuming too many things
so i wait almost patiently when jo and jaspal are waiting for me. we had to visit the council office for jaspal's visa papers. i went inside while his meeting is still on and do tell him that i have a meeting and i need to rush off. but he insists on seeing me after the meeting.
man!! i finally decide to push off and begin to write a note for him but that very moment he calls me in and is vague in his talk.
gotta do some serious thinking about all this that's on.
Monday, April 23
Monday, April 16
Tuesday, April 10
konfusions
this is an overlap from free spirit but i wish to share it here
confusions rule the world of words. because words are to be interpretted to make meanings. if i say A, someone else may assume it to be Z. if i say it indirectly, it can be misunderstood. if i say it for X, Y thinks it is for him. it is the tragedy of language.how i wish, we were just blessed with the faculty of feeling the right - intended meaning. it takes a lot of courage to keep trust and faith when all the words (seem to) point otherwise.
other person should be given the benefit of doubt to a reasonable degree. why not hold opinions for a while and let things fall in place - bigger picture?
Sunday, April 8
Monday, April 2
no cribbing :))
- all sun blocks fail in front of direct afternoon sun. one cannot avoid tanned patches all over
- in times of need a face wash can be a substitute for a body wash and yes a shampoo too :)
- i can survive on wet wipes
- few days back i had the privilege to meet a sister brother duo named Honey and Raja respectively. i mean what kind of parents would do that to their children. imagine a Ms. Honey as a secretarial assistant to a company boss and he would be like "err.. Ms Honey can ya get some sugar for my tea!!!! and trust me guys i could not possibly without crossing my limits of decency address the guy with his name......what a riot if one has to ask this fellow to come and sit with you or whatever---"Raja yahaan aaja" ;)
- matlab i have known all the sonus and monus and buntis and pinkis even bobby and a babloo too, but none of them had these names on their tenth class certificates but a certain honey and raja took their boards on these names !!!!
- a delhite can survive alone in any place in the world...okay, okay--- in India.
- as i travelled in a certain southern indian metropolis independently, my training with the auto walas from delhi made me instinctively to suspect the driver's integrity. so i hop into an auto and ask him to take me to a certain place, he nods in a yes and the next thing i ask is " meter se chalna " and this fellow looks around with a weird expression on his face "aur kaise chalunga" .....and all i mange to reciprocate is a sheepish grin.
- there is no Indian city to match up to delhi in terms of infrastructure--- the roads are smooth, wide; traffic is fast and organized, buses and autos are in plenty and to top it all delhi metro is the hippest thing to happen. :)
- and not to forget the line up of huge green trees, gulmohurs and jaamun all along the roads in central delhi and the very very pleasantly done round abouts. it is an absolute delight to drive in this area during both the warm and sunny winter mornings and the blooming spring seasons. one has to experience it to believe it. :)))
Thursday, March 15
it feels strange writing this today. this is more of a personal post than anything else. i dont know exactly but the feeling is like - i am not sad for sure.
umm mmm yes i am stable but at the same time therz some vacuum inside. am not able to locate its reason for being there....am i merely thinking too much ??
okay let me just flow with the flow...
why do we dream? do they mean anything. i mean at few imp. points of my life i remeber my sub conscious has sent me signals which i was able to co relate or interpret only later. i was able to help myself sometimes but not always.
do i need to help myself right now, but then about what???
umm mmm yes i am stable but at the same time therz some vacuum inside. am not able to locate its reason for being there....am i merely thinking too much ??
okay let me just flow with the flow...
why do we dream? do they mean anything. i mean at few imp. points of my life i remeber my sub conscious has sent me signals which i was able to co relate or interpret only later. i was able to help myself sometimes but not always.
do i need to help myself right now, but then about what???
Wednesday, March 14
Sunday, March 11
title-less
thank you spic macay for bringing great musical moments in life.
S' birthday went off pretty well. umm actually apacalypto was not what i may have exactly bargained for :D
yeah, S did get introduced to Santoor - another first in her life :))
however, today this post is not about what all happened that eventful day (it was quite a roller-coaster for me!!), i want to write something about indian classical music cum society circle.
now coming back to what i began with. spic macay is doing a great job for sure and so are the NDMC guys through their finely arranged 'music in park' series.
there has been something on my mind for sometime now. its about how all these big personalities differ despite their commonly held dedication and surrender to classical music. if one were to look at them- almost all have carved a place in the modern world through their own hard work and efforts. i mean many have belonged to the famous legendary gharanas, but with independence and the on set of the so called 'modern times', many of their patrons were gone. so this young crop had to adapt themeselves and may i say 'market' their art in the right way in the new times.
Amjad Ali Khan sahib is certainly one of the best. he has a face that is radinat and comes out as a very gentle person. however, i feel he has really promoted his sons very well. something which Anoushka Shankar may also share with Amaan and Ayaan Ali Bangaash.
i remember, having read somewhere about Ustaad Bismillah Khan, whose sons were rather disappointed with their father for not having promoted them as well as 'others' do.
Bismillah Sahib was a rare personality and i have had a unique and a rare opportunity of witnessing a very private recitation in which Khan sahib was at so much ease and had a long informal chat. and he came out as a really innocent and very simple person- almost like a child.
as i write this, i feel this post has not come out with any particular theme or direction. but i want to leave it just like this- unbounded and non structured.
ps: we all know that evrything must change with times, but all changes are not good either or are they??
S' birthday went off pretty well. umm actually apacalypto was not what i may have exactly bargained for :D
yeah, S did get introduced to Santoor - another first in her life :))
however, today this post is not about what all happened that eventful day (it was quite a roller-coaster for me!!), i want to write something about indian classical music cum society circle.
now coming back to what i began with. spic macay is doing a great job for sure and so are the NDMC guys through their finely arranged 'music in park' series.
there has been something on my mind for sometime now. its about how all these big personalities differ despite their commonly held dedication and surrender to classical music. if one were to look at them- almost all have carved a place in the modern world through their own hard work and efforts. i mean many have belonged to the famous legendary gharanas, but with independence and the on set of the so called 'modern times', many of their patrons were gone. so this young crop had to adapt themeselves and may i say 'market' their art in the right way in the new times.
Amjad Ali Khan sahib is certainly one of the best. he has a face that is radinat and comes out as a very gentle person. however, i feel he has really promoted his sons very well. something which Anoushka Shankar may also share with Amaan and Ayaan Ali Bangaash.
i remember, having read somewhere about Ustaad Bismillah Khan, whose sons were rather disappointed with their father for not having promoted them as well as 'others' do.
Bismillah Sahib was a rare personality and i have had a unique and a rare opportunity of witnessing a very private recitation in which Khan sahib was at so much ease and had a long informal chat. and he came out as a really innocent and very simple person- almost like a child.
as i write this, i feel this post has not come out with any particular theme or direction. but i want to leave it just like this- unbounded and non structured.
ps: we all know that evrything must change with times, but all changes are not good either or are they??
Tuesday, March 6
HATTA SAAWAN KI GHTTA.......
- if one is sad or in a foul mood and feeling down and oh so lonely...and some friend or well wisher takes time out ..shows concern and tries to cheer one up---- don't take too long to cheer up. trust me it feels good to finally cheer up :))
- the added advantage of - jaldi se maan janna- is one may not feel guilty of having hurt that friend/well wishers' good will
- take small breaks from work.....yes get up and start moving around. getting some fresh air helps tremendously. like i remember during my pg days when i had to sit for long in one place studying, it used to get extremely gloomy. suddenly i discovered that just getting up and taking my leisurely walk around the campus was really really helpful.
- so people even if you do not have parks or mountains or sea in the vicinity...just step out of that cubicle, feel the blue , limitless expanse of the sky( may be the terrace or balcony- whatever).
- next, try and see how your thoughts are moving. i mean in what direction are they going. are they positive or negative? more importantly where are they sourced from-- are they gloomy reminders of what happened in past or nervous anxieties about future. and remember the greatest possible, unshakable, rock solid truth----PAST IS OVER & FUTURE DOES NOT EXIST.
- enjoy the present -- the NOW MOMENT. :))))
Friday, March 2
:)))))
holi the festival of colors
the festival welcoming new season
a celebration of colors
colors of life too
a festival marking the hawana of all that is evil within
a festival symbolizing life, spring, enjoyment, collective joy
a festival that comes every year giving us a chance to forgive and be forgiven. shed all malices and any and all ill feelings towards friends, relations..everybody
its a time for burying differences and bonding again in love
starting afresh :))))
lets all enjoy................
the festival welcoming new season
a celebration of colors
colors of life too
a festival marking the hawana of all that is evil within
a festival symbolizing life, spring, enjoyment, collective joy
a festival that comes every year giving us a chance to forgive and be forgiven. shed all malices and any and all ill feelings towards friends, relations..everybody
its a time for burying differences and bonding again in love
starting afresh :))))
lets all enjoy................
self.
this blog so far has been a journal of my experiences, observations and understandings of the moment. of course writing them all down has also helped me to realize that all that one thinks or believes also keeps changing...changing because its evolving.
as i stand today, i have wondered about something which may best be worded as - sense of self. um mm...i am no psychologist to have any technical or precise definitions. but continuing with my habit of penning down what i feel. i do know know that i don't want to discuss what it means or what it comprises of.
self is the most individual thing a being can have- everybody shall agree to that. however
i feel this self is actually expandable. in a way that the consciousness about self and being can actually transcend beyond the limits of individual life force.
simply putting, my consciousness of this self or being this self moves to another level, where i or myself is not what i have been conditioned into believing, because of being this individual that i am.
lets take a very tangible example. tangible because its an emotion that has been experienced or written about by so many lucky people that it derives a strange cliched legitimacy of sorts. (however, i do feel rather restricted in the scope of this topic by citing this example.)
expansion of the idea or feeling of self may happen in cases where two individuals feel their sense of self transcending through genuine and intense feelings of love and connection with another being. like a lover may feel towards his/her soul mate - to put it in the regular style :) in this bond, two people do experience their sense of selves melting into another's and both belonging or existing as one entity.
moving from this example, i propose (propose is a word that has sadly to be used because language has its limitations- this is certainly not an argument but a feeling which can be communicated at this level only through words :(
so what if this sense of transcending ones self -galvanized through the medium of pure love moves from the restricting bondages of carnal love. love which is free of dross completely. love which sprouts within because it feeds on an eternal life force....a belonging which is there because we are all part and parcel of that whole - that is there -as it contains us all- as ONE
the sense of self grows expands and permeates in all. it loves because it is nothing but love. it is stable and secure. it does not feel challenged because there is no other. probably the concept of ADVAITA or non duality is a spiritual manifestation of this feeling. all that "i" have known uptill now as my own small- restricted self then withers away..... losing its relevance completely because it is obselete. it merges and assumes its crowning glory of the whole- the king.
as i stand today, i have wondered about something which may best be worded as - sense of self. um mm...i am no psychologist to have any technical or precise definitions. but continuing with my habit of penning down what i feel. i do know know that i don't want to discuss what it means or what it comprises of.
self is the most individual thing a being can have- everybody shall agree to that. however
i feel this self is actually expandable. in a way that the consciousness about self and being can actually transcend beyond the limits of individual life force.
simply putting, my consciousness of this self or being this self moves to another level, where i or myself is not what i have been conditioned into believing, because of being this individual that i am.
lets take a very tangible example. tangible because its an emotion that has been experienced or written about by so many lucky people that it derives a strange cliched legitimacy of sorts. (however, i do feel rather restricted in the scope of this topic by citing this example.)
expansion of the idea or feeling of self may happen in cases where two individuals feel their sense of self transcending through genuine and intense feelings of love and connection with another being. like a lover may feel towards his/her soul mate - to put it in the regular style :) in this bond, two people do experience their sense of selves melting into another's and both belonging or existing as one entity.
moving from this example, i propose (propose is a word that has sadly to be used because language has its limitations- this is certainly not an argument but a feeling which can be communicated at this level only through words :(
so what if this sense of transcending ones self -galvanized through the medium of pure love moves from the restricting bondages of carnal love. love which is free of dross completely. love which sprouts within because it feeds on an eternal life force....a belonging which is there because we are all part and parcel of that whole - that is there -as it contains us all- as ONE
the sense of self grows expands and permeates in all. it loves because it is nothing but love. it is stable and secure. it does not feel challenged because there is no other. probably the concept of ADVAITA or non duality is a spiritual manifestation of this feeling. all that "i" have known uptill now as my own small- restricted self then withers away..... losing its relevance completely because it is obselete. it merges and assumes its crowning glory of the whole- the king.
Tuesday, February 27
eternal
everything comes from there, everything goes back there.
in between lies a moment..this life, existence, the being.
in between lies a moment..this life, existence, the being.
Friday, February 23
Before i knew that i am.
it is perfect
so perfect in all its subtleties and complexities
me-mine-myself entities too shallow
to grasp the whole.
it is the heart that speaks this time.
urges to stop looking around..running around in circles.
"Halt" - It commands.
i know not if i should listen- is it me - it is meaning to?
difficult situations, complex questions wear 'the me' down.
tired and bitter- drowning in intoxicating pain.
The Consciousness whispers gently from the heart. "can you listen now?"- "will you?"
"Fear not"- so She soothes the aching edges. aching because they are angular- "dont you see?"
"Look no further...close your eyes - feel it."
It has been here all along ...ummmm even before the ego evolved.
before i knew that i am.
before She led me to the Gates.
Wednesday, February 21
someone knocked at my door today
tell me, do you feel it? do you feel it around? the unrelenting gigantic force pushes me into submission.
once again it has been me - the rebellious atom bursting in my tiny cup of self. what makes the foolishly daring ego to cook up dreams? waiting to lose my glory in the shallows of frothy success -
why does time flow, wont it put a pause , put a hault on its disciplined steps? does its heart has strings too? would it - the merciful one wait? and drop by - just this time to ask what i wish for?
oh wait, i know, even if it does...i would be silent -just like before
secretly i know that it (time) knows it too..............it knows it gave me a sturdy spirit :)
once again it has been me - the rebellious atom bursting in my tiny cup of self. what makes the foolishly daring ego to cook up dreams? waiting to lose my glory in the shallows of frothy success -
why does time flow, wont it put a pause , put a hault on its disciplined steps? does its heart has strings too? would it - the merciful one wait? and drop by - just this time to ask what i wish for?
oh wait, i know, even if it does...i would be silent -just like before
secretly i know that it (time) knows it too..............it knows it gave me a sturdy spirit :)
Friday, February 16
waqt
aage bhi
jaane na tu
peeche bhi jaane na tu
jo bhi hai bass yahi ek pal hai
jo bhi hai bass yahi ek pal hai
aanjaani rahoon ka
iss jag main dera hai
andekhi baahon ne hum sab ko ghera hai
ek pal ujala hai
baaki andhera hai
yeh pal gawaana na
yeh pal hi tera hai
jeene waale soche le
yahi pal hai
poori karr le aarzoo....
jaane na tu
peeche bhi jaane na tu
jo bhi hai bass yahi ek pal hai
jo bhi hai bass yahi ek pal hai
aanjaani rahoon ka
iss jag main dera hai
andekhi baahon ne hum sab ko ghera hai
ek pal ujala hai
baaki andhera hai
yeh pal gawaana na
yeh pal hi tera hai
jeene waale soche le
yahi pal hai
poori karr le aarzoo....
Wednesday, February 14
so shall it be
spoke the holy wind
you shall become
what you choose to be
just remember one thing
the master has created you
she owns you forever
but you are cursed to be free
and contest reality
yes my child
you are free
but first go and find
what that means
and only then
i shall take you
and you be mine
forever and forever
spoke the holy wind
you shall become
what you choose to be
just remember one thing
the master has created you
she owns you forever
but you are cursed to be free
and contest reality
yes my child
you are free
but first go and find
what that means
and only then
i shall take you
and you be mine
forever and forever
Monday, February 5
i am a slave and if i choose to be - i may be my own master
'When I use a word,' Humpty Dumpty said, in rather a scornful tone, 'it means just what i choose it to mean. Neither more or less.'
'The question is,' said Alice, 'whether you can make words mean so many different things.'
'The question is,' said Humpty Dumpty, 'who is the master. That is all.'
whatever else language may serve a purpose, it stays a social activity or a medium for all social activities. language in itself is a system of expressions which employs symbols or lets call them words to represent things. "words do not merely reflect the realities around us, they also help to shape what we see and structure attitudes towards it. in effect language helps to create the world itself..."
the problem of interpretation and semantics is therefore acute and i feel it more keenly in the virtual world. all expressions and words can actually mean as many different things as the number of brains acting upon to decipher its meanings.
so one is led to the constant vicious dilemma of discretion. however discretion - its flow and direction is also manipulated by the particular context, en-culturation, background, experience and the total environment within which the reader finds him/herself.
so how does one ever cut through the haze and froth of what ones mind shows us as the truth? one of the ways is to undergo the painfully long and almost Utopian process/ideal of dialectical movement towards the truth - the ultimate knowledge. one goes on negating all that in life that reveals itself as something else but the truth.
that is surely a long drawn and cumbersome process and is still not fool proof. at such a state one is reminded of what one of the Prophets of the world - Mohammad Sahab said: "Quiama ke samye, khuda aapke ke honth sill denge aur apke haath apke khilaaf shahaadat denge."
Wednesday, January 24
prayers & birthaday wishes 4 two very spl. people - 25th & 26th January, 2007.
Ganpati mujh deen kee
vinati karo parwaan tum
deen main , tum ho daayalu
daata krippa nidhaan tum
muladhaar main tum ho biraaje
karro krippa tum aan karr
apne gun hum sabb main bhar do
apna baalak jaan kar
mehkaa do mann ka bageecha
ho buddhi ki khaan tum
kya kami usko hai rehti
jiss parr ho dayawaan tum
Ganpati mujh deen ki
vinati karo parwaan tum
vinati karo parwaan tum
deen main , tum ho daayalu
daata krippa nidhaan tum
muladhaar main tum ho biraaje
karro krippa tum aan karr
apne gun hum sabb main bhar do
apna baalak jaan kar
mehkaa do mann ka bageecha
ho buddhi ki khaan tum
kya kami usko hai rehti
jiss parr ho dayawaan tum
Ganpati mujh deen ki
vinati karo parwaan tum
Sunday, January 21
Saturday, January 20
time out
the other day, zzz went along with j to get some permission papers signed from a big boss. since the matter got a little bit out of hand, after the usual follow up cribb session was over, it was decided the two needed a neat break.
btw, madam J has finaaly listened to her inner voice (!!!!) and decided to forsake her residencey at the queensdom!!!- now thats another sob story - poor J
anyways getting back to this one, after much pep talk and stuff, zzz finally succeded in convincing the stubborn soul (ouch-i am dead if she reads this!!) the benefits of having spontaniety as a spice for life.
since this being zzz, more the merrier - is the ground rule. S should be called in too. a quick call(s) followed. S being S - always willing (hey- i mean it in the most positive way :)
as things stood J and zzz land early- much early. J wants to eat and get it over with. but hang on - a brilliant idea popps up in zzz's head. hey!! till we wait, why not go and try out some..uummmm stones..well, to be precise - solitaires :d
so here we go.....zzz went mad, tried out all those rocks in all her ten fingers..could have utilized the toes if the snooty sales executive had permitted!!!! and J sat there smiling embaraasingly for her friend's histrionics. zzz still feels J sat there sulking- 'cause J feels her hands are not as beautiful as the rest of her - babe has some concepts man!!!
anyways, the two had a jolly good time overall and reached the eatery. J could not be stopped anylonger- she just had to eat. so she went ahead and ordered. thankfully S followed sooon.
scene 2:
as the three of them sat there, J and S on one side and zzz facing them. both sat there talking in ulti-pulti french-J's latest passion. S sulked how she missed joining it again this session.
as for zzz- she had a good time as she stared unblikningly at the huge tv screen soaking her much starved senses with the charms of the idiot box.(reason: the CAS story in delhi. theres a battle of wits back at zzz home reagrding installation of the new set top box for tv. it is silently held by all the residents that who so ever asks for the new tv first- is automatically going to be labelled the 'most addicted one' to the idiot box. so currently everyone is battling with an ever increasing uneasiness of not having watched tv for almsot25 days!!!)
coming back, as zzz lost her self in the video, suddenly she noticed a guy sitting in the corner having a through and very convinient look at her. zzz is too embarassed and turns around- both of them still trying there french-aagh!!! two guys sitting on the other end quietly munching there snacks- boring!!
after J left, S and zzz went back to the univ. another round of late evening chai followed. S sat there sulking about the infant from bombay, tripped on some stone, the night ended as both worried a little about the unknown future and went back to their homes.
btw, madam J has finaaly listened to her inner voice (!!!!) and decided to forsake her residencey at the queensdom!!!- now thats another sob story - poor J
anyways getting back to this one, after much pep talk and stuff, zzz finally succeded in convincing the stubborn soul (ouch-i am dead if she reads this!!) the benefits of having spontaniety as a spice for life.
since this being zzz, more the merrier - is the ground rule. S should be called in too. a quick call(s) followed. S being S - always willing (hey- i mean it in the most positive way :)
as things stood J and zzz land early- much early. J wants to eat and get it over with. but hang on - a brilliant idea popps up in zzz's head. hey!! till we wait, why not go and try out some..uummmm stones..well, to be precise - solitaires :d
so here we go.....zzz went mad, tried out all those rocks in all her ten fingers..could have utilized the toes if the snooty sales executive had permitted!!!! and J sat there smiling embaraasingly for her friend's histrionics. zzz still feels J sat there sulking- 'cause J feels her hands are not as beautiful as the rest of her - babe has some concepts man!!!
anyways, the two had a jolly good time overall and reached the eatery. J could not be stopped anylonger- she just had to eat. so she went ahead and ordered. thankfully S followed sooon.
scene 2:
as the three of them sat there, J and S on one side and zzz facing them. both sat there talking in ulti-pulti french-J's latest passion. S sulked how she missed joining it again this session.
as for zzz- she had a good time as she stared unblikningly at the huge tv screen soaking her much starved senses with the charms of the idiot box.(reason: the CAS story in delhi. theres a battle of wits back at zzz home reagrding installation of the new set top box for tv. it is silently held by all the residents that who so ever asks for the new tv first- is automatically going to be labelled the 'most addicted one' to the idiot box. so currently everyone is battling with an ever increasing uneasiness of not having watched tv for almsot25 days!!!)
coming back, as zzz lost her self in the video, suddenly she noticed a guy sitting in the corner having a through and very convinient look at her. zzz is too embarassed and turns around- both of them still trying there french-aagh!!! two guys sitting on the other end quietly munching there snacks- boring!!
after J left, S and zzz went back to the univ. another round of late evening chai followed. S sat there sulking about the infant from bombay, tripped on some stone, the night ended as both worried a little about the unknown future and went back to their homes.
Friday, January 19
break free
lemme fly..lemme fly
dont tie me down
lemme fly
dont cut my wings...
lemme fly....
this is not where i belong...
dont bound me in chains
chains of desires...structures...relationships - which gnaw (at) my flesh and her spirit
let me be
what i truly am
ever - loving
free and unbound
Wednesday, January 17
today i clicked on one wrong button and that sent an invitation from my messenger id to all the people in my address list.
i am so embarassed for this, because the invite has been sent to all the people and they must all be wondering if i am in my right sense, that includes my professors, long lost aquaintances and many more.....
i donno how posting this confession here would un-do what has been already done :(((((((((
i am so embarassed for this, because the invite has been sent to all the people and they must all be wondering if i am in my right sense, that includes my professors, long lost aquaintances and many more.....
i donno how posting this confession here would un-do what has been already done :(((((((((
Tuesday, January 16
Saturday, January 13
prabhu zjyacha re
bhae kaae taya,
prabhu zjyacha re
bhae kaae taya....
sarva visarli
prabhu maya jhaali
purna zjyachi vaacha re
bhae kaae taya...
This is the age of illussions. this is an ancient story (i dont want to name it a mythological story) when Nal (from the famous Nal- Damyanti story) caught hold of Kali - the devil, he i.e., Nal decided to kill him. as he was about to do so, Kali spoke to his captor and told that Nal may kill him but first he must know of Kali's significance. Kali (the devil) then spoke of his importance in his age that is the 'Kali-Yuga'. it would be the time of illussions and common simple house-holders (gruhasthas) and the great men alike would be cursed to be caught in the web of various challenges in their path to spiritual enlightenment. but it would be the significance of this age only that common householders would be able to attain their spiritual upliftment (yoga).
are we all experiencing atleast some of the features of this prediction in our current times?
almost everybody experiences a deep desire a hypnotic quest at some points of time in our lives. this feature gets more frequent as a regualr phase in our modern, solitary living.
as things stand today, most of us have had to move out of our homes, away from our families and their emotional support base. almost all are made to appreciate work structures where 'being proffesional' translates as being detached, impersonal and unconcerned.
individualism as a philosophy grafts sterile conditions upon our daily collective existence. i call it as grafting because it is not an organic/natural growth. we as human beings- as one species- the most evolved of all living things on earth are intrinsicly connected...connected at some higher spiritual (lets take it as a hypothesis atleast) level.
one pointer is the feel of desire, that unquenched quest that haunts us all - mostly when we are alone. more often, we may fail to pin-pointedly lay our hands upon what that quest is..
who am I? what is it that I am looking for? is the similiar haunting question. sometimes we may interpret it as something material to be achieved in terms of money, career goals, buying/building our own house, car, etc.
at a slightly deeper level, one may feel the desire..almost a hankering to be with someone...the thrill of a new romance, or companionship from a particular person etc.
and almost everyone experiences a heart-break at some point of time of our mad run for accomplishing these desires. and we may react to it in different ways. for some- getting back to normal may be more easy than others. its generally held that those with good emotional back-up mechanism (mind you which has been kept well oiled- almost all our friends have been thru that phase) tend to normalize sooner.
then the big question is what is it that all of us are looking for? what is that real thing - the hankering for which makes us so anxious. what is it that is that collective common objective, the ultimate goal which tends to vent out in our individual selves as desire for things that we know deep down to be temporary in their satisfaction. things and relationships may never serve the kind of satisfaction which our inner core yearns for.
all of us -as fellow beings need to find out what that goal is, which laid that deep intrinsically collective desire in all humans. it may be dormant in few and extremely keen in others but it is that wish that exists in us all. and because it is constant (in its form and spirit) in each one - its manifestation has to be constant in all too.
prabhu zjyacha re
bhae kaae taya....
sarva visarli
prabhu maya jhaali
purna zjyachi vaacha re
bhae kaae taya...
This is the age of illussions. this is an ancient story (i dont want to name it a mythological story) when Nal (from the famous Nal- Damyanti story) caught hold of Kali - the devil, he i.e., Nal decided to kill him. as he was about to do so, Kali spoke to his captor and told that Nal may kill him but first he must know of Kali's significance. Kali (the devil) then spoke of his importance in his age that is the 'Kali-Yuga'. it would be the time of illussions and common simple house-holders (gruhasthas) and the great men alike would be cursed to be caught in the web of various challenges in their path to spiritual enlightenment. but it would be the significance of this age only that common householders would be able to attain their spiritual upliftment (yoga).
are we all experiencing atleast some of the features of this prediction in our current times?
almost everybody experiences a deep desire a hypnotic quest at some points of time in our lives. this feature gets more frequent as a regualr phase in our modern, solitary living.
as things stand today, most of us have had to move out of our homes, away from our families and their emotional support base. almost all are made to appreciate work structures where 'being proffesional' translates as being detached, impersonal and unconcerned.
individualism as a philosophy grafts sterile conditions upon our daily collective existence. i call it as grafting because it is not an organic/natural growth. we as human beings- as one species- the most evolved of all living things on earth are intrinsicly connected...connected at some higher spiritual (lets take it as a hypothesis atleast) level.
one pointer is the feel of desire, that unquenched quest that haunts us all - mostly when we are alone. more often, we may fail to pin-pointedly lay our hands upon what that quest is..
who am I? what is it that I am looking for? is the similiar haunting question. sometimes we may interpret it as something material to be achieved in terms of money, career goals, buying/building our own house, car, etc.
at a slightly deeper level, one may feel the desire..almost a hankering to be with someone...the thrill of a new romance, or companionship from a particular person etc.
and almost everyone experiences a heart-break at some point of time of our mad run for accomplishing these desires. and we may react to it in different ways. for some- getting back to normal may be more easy than others. its generally held that those with good emotional back-up mechanism (mind you which has been kept well oiled- almost all our friends have been thru that phase) tend to normalize sooner.
then the big question is what is it that all of us are looking for? what is that real thing - the hankering for which makes us so anxious. what is it that is that collective common objective, the ultimate goal which tends to vent out in our individual selves as desire for things that we know deep down to be temporary in their satisfaction. things and relationships may never serve the kind of satisfaction which our inner core yearns for.
all of us -as fellow beings need to find out what that goal is, which laid that deep intrinsically collective desire in all humans. it may be dormant in few and extremely keen in others but it is that wish that exists in us all. and because it is constant (in its form and spirit) in each one - its manifestation has to be constant in all too.
Wednesday, January 3
umblical chord
this new year had the usual start to it- or so i thought. i had a big argument with my mom yesterday ( not anything new- i guess for all mothers and daughters). my mom says that our systems would not be able to digest our food if we two were not to fight. but i must add that now days we seldom have the privelege of fully digested meals.
anyways, i give major credit for that to myself!!! i have genuinely believed myself to be the more reasonable of the two of us and it is largely because of my merit and nobility that things stay calm at home...yawn
coming to the point, as you may note that i guessed that there was nothing unsusal about our argument this time also except for it being the first in the new year. but today i explored another aspect of my relationship with my mom. actually this time she was genuinely at fault which she most certainly realized and like a good mom said 'sorry' as well. now whenever my mom says sorry (and thats like the rarest of rare possibilities) - simply the majesty and rarity of the occassion makes all of us bow down in sheer awe and splendour of the moment. the anger and grievances evaporate in thin air and a splendid peace and gratitude envelops us all and that includes my dad most of all ;)
however this time what started off from being somewhat different, turned out to be really different. as i have mentioned we had the freshh argument no 1, 2007 , yesterday evening. mommy dear realized that this case fell in the odd category of sorry-ism from her end, came to my sulk-room and uttered the magicall words. and it felt soooooooo nice and to tell you honestly, i was almost relieved because this time i really did not want to aplogise. she stood there waiting for me to smile back and as the majesty of the moment commanded- i could not resist a faint smile in its response.
so basically that was the ground zero situation when i went to bed last night. easy but not too easy detente hung over the house as the night embraced me with her sleepy gift.
but when i woke up in the morning, a rebellious thought popped up its infant head in me. "why should i give up so easily?" and finding the overall atmosphere in the house favourable, i dug up a fake anger within and greeted the parents with a sullen face. this was also part of a clever starategy to orient my father to the current issue who was uptill now blissfully ignorant about all this. as expected he asked if something was bothereing me and i did not let go off the opportunity.
since then mom has said sorry THREE times (i am begining to feel sadistic about it). she has called up twice to enquire about the mundane things like- how am i doing!! he he
i already feel bored with this new dimension of my mother's love for her unreasonable daughter. and its part of my introspective exercise that i am writing this post. she is expected back soon and i think i am gonna come back to being my normal silly self than this snobbish one. all this is so unlike both of us.
moral of the story- daughters are born to mothers to fight and argue. this is nature's way of training them to become wonderfully accomplished wives. he hehe
ps: all this not to be taken too seriously. this is for TP. so guys don't be scared :)
anyways, i give major credit for that to myself!!! i have genuinely believed myself to be the more reasonable of the two of us and it is largely because of my merit and nobility that things stay calm at home...yawn
coming to the point, as you may note that i guessed that there was nothing unsusal about our argument this time also except for it being the first in the new year. but today i explored another aspect of my relationship with my mom. actually this time she was genuinely at fault which she most certainly realized and like a good mom said 'sorry' as well. now whenever my mom says sorry (and thats like the rarest of rare possibilities) - simply the majesty and rarity of the occassion makes all of us bow down in sheer awe and splendour of the moment. the anger and grievances evaporate in thin air and a splendid peace and gratitude envelops us all and that includes my dad most of all ;)
however this time what started off from being somewhat different, turned out to be really different. as i have mentioned we had the freshh argument no 1, 2007 , yesterday evening. mommy dear realized that this case fell in the odd category of sorry-ism from her end, came to my sulk-room and uttered the magicall words. and it felt soooooooo nice and to tell you honestly, i was almost relieved because this time i really did not want to aplogise. she stood there waiting for me to smile back and as the majesty of the moment commanded- i could not resist a faint smile in its response.
so basically that was the ground zero situation when i went to bed last night. easy but not too easy detente hung over the house as the night embraced me with her sleepy gift.
but when i woke up in the morning, a rebellious thought popped up its infant head in me. "why should i give up so easily?" and finding the overall atmosphere in the house favourable, i dug up a fake anger within and greeted the parents with a sullen face. this was also part of a clever starategy to orient my father to the current issue who was uptill now blissfully ignorant about all this. as expected he asked if something was bothereing me and i did not let go off the opportunity.
since then mom has said sorry THREE times (i am begining to feel sadistic about it). she has called up twice to enquire about the mundane things like- how am i doing!! he he
i already feel bored with this new dimension of my mother's love for her unreasonable daughter. and its part of my introspective exercise that i am writing this post. she is expected back soon and i think i am gonna come back to being my normal silly self than this snobbish one. all this is so unlike both of us.
moral of the story- daughters are born to mothers to fight and argue. this is nature's way of training them to become wonderfully accomplished wives. he hehe
ps: all this not to be taken too seriously. this is for TP. so guys don't be scared :)
Wednesday, December 20
20th december,2006,10:45 pm
i had loads of masti today. After all this company, here i wrapp up for tonight
main aap hi
apni premika
main aap hi apni saheli
mere jaisa koi nahin
main hoon
bass ek akeli
main aap hi
apni premika
main aap hi apni saheli
mere jaisa koi nahin
main hoon
bass ek akeli
Thursday, December 14
khuda-e-aks
khuda- e- aks hai woh asas
jo po-shida har nasl main hai
mandir, masjid, guru-dwarey
haazirr harr jism main hain
yeh dard-de dil yeh gham- ghuffaar
badolat 'main' ke kohrain hain
zehni hisaabh shakko- shubbha
ruhaani ibbaadat ke kaanten hain
khud- e- aks hai woh asas..
ho marr- mite jinke liye
yeh kown shaks maahir hai
jo ruhaani hi na hue
woh kiss manzar ke saahir hain
khud- e- aks hai woh asas..
jo iss lamhen ragown main teri
mehsoos karra de jannat ko
buland tarak tabhi paa kar
pehchaanega kown peer hai
khud- e- aks hai woh asas..
jo po-shida har nasl main hai
mandir, masjid, guru-dwarey
haazirr harr jism main hain
yeh dard-de dil yeh gham- ghuffaar
badolat 'main' ke kohrain hain
zehni hisaabh shakko- shubbha
ruhaani ibbaadat ke kaanten hain
khud- e- aks hai woh asas..
ho marr- mite jinke liye
yeh kown shaks maahir hai
jo ruhaani hi na hue
woh kiss manzar ke saahir hain
khud- e- aks hai woh asas..
jo iss lamhen ragown main teri
mehsoos karra de jannat ko
buland tarak tabhi paa kar
pehchaanega kown peer hai
khud- e- aks hai woh asas..
Sunday, December 10
ganesha
jai ganapati vandan gana-nayak...
teri chavi ati sundar sukh-daayak
tu chaar bhuja-dhaari, mastak sindoori, roop niralaa
hai mooshak waahan tero, tu hi sabka rakhwala
teri sundar murat mann main, tu paalak siddhi-vinayak
jai ganapati vandan gana-nayak...
mann-mandir ka andhiyaara, tere naam se ho ujjiyaara
tere naam ki jyot jali to, mann main behti sukh dhaara
tera sumiran harr poojan main, sabb se pehle phal-daayak
jai ganpati vandan gana-nayak...
tere naam ko jissne dhyya, uss parr rehti sukh chchaya
mere rom-rom, antar main, ek tera roop samaya
teri mahima tu hi jaane
shiva parvati ke baalak
jai ganapati vandan gana-nayak...
teri chavi ati sundar sukh-daayak
tu chaar bhuja-dhaari, mastak sindoori, roop niralaa
hai mooshak waahan tero, tu hi sabka rakhwala
teri sundar murat mann main, tu paalak siddhi-vinayak
jai ganapati vandan gana-nayak...
mann-mandir ka andhiyaara, tere naam se ho ujjiyaara
tere naam ki jyot jali to, mann main behti sukh dhaara
tera sumiran harr poojan main, sabb se pehle phal-daayak
jai ganpati vandan gana-nayak...
tere naam ko jissne dhyya, uss parr rehti sukh chchaya
mere rom-rom, antar main, ek tera roop samaya
teri mahima tu hi jaane
shiva parvati ke baalak
jai ganapati vandan gana-nayak...
Wednesday, November 29
the story of a come back
The Girl (henceforth- TG) knew the only thing good about hitting rock bottom was - the only way she could go from there was up. She collected all the strength she could muster and decided to make a come back . So she went back nervous and very -very anxious, her heart thumping at a speed that she felt dizzy. “May be this will be over even before it starts”, she thought while climbing the steep stairs, “and I would collapse right here.” At some corner of her conflicting heart she almost wished that would happen and the ordeal may be over even before it began.
She gently knocked at the door and since it was ajar she peeped in. TG remembered the familiar face- the face of her Prof. that commanded respect. But the teacher did not have the similar familiarity to reciprocate from her burnt out memory. ?”- TG wondered if all of them had wiped out her existence from their collective memory. The Professor waiting in her trademark patient (and somehow being positively patient) manner kept looking at TG. “May be all those years of formal education does work that trick on at least some of them”- TG thought.
Standing there at the door of the class – her class- TG almost pleaded with her unrelenting heart to slow down and dared a hesitant glance at the seating area. Her eyes came across at least 60 young faces – familiar faces ..all of them surfacing from the bottom chambers of her vague, hazy memory to her present moment of ordeal- “may be if she looked deeper in their eyes at least some would acknowledge her existence.” As if to serve a proof to her claim to be present at the moment and place where she was present – an institution to which she had earned her position. TG could not help but wonder.
As a divine intervention from the heavens, it turned out that the Professor was in a rush to finish the topic which she had planned for the day and asked TG a simple question which did not call for any explanations at least at that moment. TG was equally simple in her reply – “Yes Professor, I am from this class” and taking a deep breath quickly walked right inside.
There she was – HB seated alone on the second row from the front corner. As TG hesitated for a second, HB shifted a little inside towards the wall to make space for TG, signaling TG’s first acceptance in her second innings at the institute.
The initial few days rolled on quickly for TG as she was too caught up in the string of official procedures and explanations- submitting innumerable copies of applications and certificates of medical records. After receiving the final green signal to re-join the institute, TG was immersed in catching up with the ocean of pending work (projects, presentations, and reports - assignments that had long back faded from the collective class memory (who copied what from where, which text was good and which one was not to the teacher’s liking…) as everyday students battled with perennial course work assignments that kept popping up like giant monsters ever ready to gobble them up.
TG knew it was a challenge. Slowly TG was faced with a greater challenge of a nature to which she had not clue how to solve. Although no body seemed rude, the class was coldly indifferent towards her. “May be they are too caught up in their own respective cycles of work, too comfy in their own personal zones of trust, friendship and hostilities. Who would like to make space for someone who was a fresher in this game of competition and jealousies -the rules for which had been long decided and the contending groups long recognized? Is that not the way our education system works? Training people to survive in this modern world where it’s a battle everyday. The institute was doing its job well.” TG knew she had herself got into this situation.
TG had sensed abrupt silences that fell when she had walked in the cafeteria or common rooms. There were surprised glances and cold vibes and TG knew the gossip mills were working overtime providing quick fix entertainment and optimum degree of kicks to tired brains and over stressed bodies along with their daily supplements of caffeine and nicotine. TG wondered if anybody really bothered to know the truth as different from fiction. If she could ever break that circle of ice where she was trapped- frozen and lonely very lonely.
It was around this time when TG had a chance meeting with HB in the university special bus on their way back home. As HB boarded the bus and looked around for any vacant seats, TG signaled her to come and occupy the seat next to her. That day as they traveled back few things fell in a perspective for TG.
Both of them talked about casual stuff for a while and then all of a sudden HB smiled gently at TG and said: “you know I never knew that you were the friendly types…..uummm I mean I thought you liked to keep to yourself.”
TG : “Do I come out like that?”
After few seconds of awkward unsure silence TG spoke first:
TG : “Actually I have been finding it so difficult to break in, you know….everybody is so caught up. I feel nobody wants to hear my side of the story.”
HB : “What is it TG?”
TG : “HB can you tell me what’s going on?”
HB : “I don’t know much yaar but I believe there are at least three versions of your story doing the rounds – a) you went on a long leave to appear for your civil services exams; b) you went to some overseas university and have come back for some reason and; c) that you had some relationship problem…”
TG knew that in a place like this there were broadly three category of people : those who eat, drink, sleep dreaming to crack the civil services exam, second are the types whose aim in life is to get a foren degree and the third are the types who do the above two and more to either catch a boy/girl friend or keep one.
She could now locate the insecurity inside those heads. However what appeared most important to TG at that moment was to find one courageous soul (HB) who was mature and sensitive enough to ask TG and not follow the herd mentality by believing the hear say. Someone who was self assured and genuinely wanted to hear what TG had to say about her reasons for long absence. Both of them found a true friend that day.
Years after that day, once TG asked HB about what made her reveal the truth to TG and she said that she wanted to follow her heart and not the rumors. Even today TG wonders about the need of modern civilized societies to spice up their lives with ill-founded rumours at someone else’s cost.
She gently knocked at the door and since it was ajar she peeped in. TG remembered the familiar face- the face of her Prof. that commanded respect. But the teacher did not have the similar familiarity to reciprocate from her burnt out memory. ?”- TG wondered if all of them had wiped out her existence from their collective memory. The Professor waiting in her trademark patient (and somehow being positively patient) manner kept looking at TG. “May be all those years of formal education does work that trick on at least some of them”- TG thought.
Standing there at the door of the class – her class- TG almost pleaded with her unrelenting heart to slow down and dared a hesitant glance at the seating area. Her eyes came across at least 60 young faces – familiar faces ..all of them surfacing from the bottom chambers of her vague, hazy memory to her present moment of ordeal- “may be if she looked deeper in their eyes at least some would acknowledge her existence.” As if to serve a proof to her claim to be present at the moment and place where she was present – an institution to which she had earned her position. TG could not help but wonder.
As a divine intervention from the heavens, it turned out that the Professor was in a rush to finish the topic which she had planned for the day and asked TG a simple question which did not call for any explanations at least at that moment. TG was equally simple in her reply – “Yes Professor, I am from this class” and taking a deep breath quickly walked right inside.
There she was – HB seated alone on the second row from the front corner. As TG hesitated for a second, HB shifted a little inside towards the wall to make space for TG, signaling TG’s first acceptance in her second innings at the institute.
The initial few days rolled on quickly for TG as she was too caught up in the string of official procedures and explanations- submitting innumerable copies of applications and certificates of medical records. After receiving the final green signal to re-join the institute, TG was immersed in catching up with the ocean of pending work (projects, presentations, and reports - assignments that had long back faded from the collective class memory (who copied what from where, which text was good and which one was not to the teacher’s liking…) as everyday students battled with perennial course work assignments that kept popping up like giant monsters ever ready to gobble them up.
TG knew it was a challenge. Slowly TG was faced with a greater challenge of a nature to which she had not clue how to solve. Although no body seemed rude, the class was coldly indifferent towards her. “May be they are too caught up in their own respective cycles of work, too comfy in their own personal zones of trust, friendship and hostilities. Who would like to make space for someone who was a fresher in this game of competition and jealousies -the rules for which had been long decided and the contending groups long recognized? Is that not the way our education system works? Training people to survive in this modern world where it’s a battle everyday. The institute was doing its job well.” TG knew she had herself got into this situation.
TG had sensed abrupt silences that fell when she had walked in the cafeteria or common rooms. There were surprised glances and cold vibes and TG knew the gossip mills were working overtime providing quick fix entertainment and optimum degree of kicks to tired brains and over stressed bodies along with their daily supplements of caffeine and nicotine. TG wondered if anybody really bothered to know the truth as different from fiction. If she could ever break that circle of ice where she was trapped- frozen and lonely very lonely.
It was around this time when TG had a chance meeting with HB in the university special bus on their way back home. As HB boarded the bus and looked around for any vacant seats, TG signaled her to come and occupy the seat next to her. That day as they traveled back few things fell in a perspective for TG.
Both of them talked about casual stuff for a while and then all of a sudden HB smiled gently at TG and said: “you know I never knew that you were the friendly types…..uummm I mean I thought you liked to keep to yourself.”
TG : “Do I come out like that?”
After few seconds of awkward unsure silence TG spoke first:
TG : “Actually I have been finding it so difficult to break in, you know….everybody is so caught up. I feel nobody wants to hear my side of the story.”
HB : “What is it TG?”
TG : “HB can you tell me what’s going on?”
HB : “I don’t know much yaar but I believe there are at least three versions of your story doing the rounds – a) you went on a long leave to appear for your civil services exams; b) you went to some overseas university and have come back for some reason and; c) that you had some relationship problem…”
TG knew that in a place like this there were broadly three category of people : those who eat, drink, sleep dreaming to crack the civil services exam, second are the types whose aim in life is to get a foren degree and the third are the types who do the above two and more to either catch a boy/girl friend or keep one.
She could now locate the insecurity inside those heads. However what appeared most important to TG at that moment was to find one courageous soul (HB) who was mature and sensitive enough to ask TG and not follow the herd mentality by believing the hear say. Someone who was self assured and genuinely wanted to hear what TG had to say about her reasons for long absence. Both of them found a true friend that day.
Years after that day, once TG asked HB about what made her reveal the truth to TG and she said that she wanted to follow her heart and not the rumors. Even today TG wonders about the need of modern civilized societies to spice up their lives with ill-founded rumours at someone else’s cost.
Saturday, November 25
time flows
i have a sense of this moment
a moment of vague realization
granting me the rare peek into the distant horizon
the soothing melting enveloping realization -
it is time,
realization that i may have to go
if i have to come back.
that what has passed may be over
then is this the moment of final separation?
what it could be i know not
but this is it, i know for sure
a moment of vague realization
granting me the rare peek into the distant horizon
the soothing melting enveloping realization -
it is time,
realization that i may have to go
if i have to come back.
that what has passed may be over
then is this the moment of final separation?
what it could be i know not
but this is it, i know for sure
Monday, November 20
goodness gracious grace
Hi there, my name is Grace. As you all can see I am a dog but what you don’t know is that I am a happy dog. And here goes my story:
I am soon going to be one year old. I have been adopted by a family that wanted to get a pet for their four year old son. Oh boy! That is a four year old terror, who thinks himself to be Hanumana and runs around the whole house in his chaddi with a gada in his hand!!!
Now, life was good, I normally would have a eventful day packed with lots of eating+sleeping+playing+masti. One day a stupid girl came to visit my family. It looked as if she had enough of that Hanumana bhakta (you know with his gada and supernatural powers, he can be an unnerving experience for the weak hearted).
As for me, I am always happy to see others (particularly strangers). As a policy I always display my exhilaration while meeting guests…err, frankly speaking towards everybody and anybody ranging from carpenters, barbers, sweepers, post men right up to the thieves. I ardently believe in a ‘no woof’ policy. Yes at times, I do rarely woof at my owners when they do unreasonable things like- don’t let me lick from their plates or get cozy on their warm beds.
As far as that stupid girl is concerned, trust me – I made all efforts to please her: I would go and pick her shoes and slippers and hide them in such choicest places. I would make sure that the timing was perfect, so the moment she would step in one of her shoes, I would swiftly grab the other and run off. But all this to no avail. Even tearing her clothes did not help…sigh
I say she was a real snoot. I would even go and slobber her while she was sleeping but nothing, just about nothing worked on her. Good ridden now that she has gone back.
And did I tell you how stupid she was- she could not even pronounce my lovely name properly and would always call me dis Grace. How stupid, but see i am so nice,I still never woof at her.
Thursday, November 9
on second thoughts...
i think i have gotta stop focussing on all these things- they make me way too sad. i am sure there are lot of good, positive things happening on planet earth. i will be glad to hear about them. so if anyone knows about some please do share them here.
Thursday, October 26
101st post
i would like to thank the person who is responsible for initiating me into the world of blogging.
i know i am not consistent, but in a way it is deliberate because i dont want to burn out too soon. it may be ambitious..but i want to be able to look back at zzz... and see how my life shaped up, what i learned and how i learned.
let me thank all the people today...
thanks for all things bitter and sweet.
all this when i know most of them would probably never read this or even if some of them do, i may never know of it. but it is still worth every bit of it, because i feel it in my heart and i know it to be true.
i know i am not consistent, but in a way it is deliberate because i dont want to burn out too soon. it may be ambitious..but i want to be able to look back at zzz... and see how my life shaped up, what i learned and how i learned.
let me thank all the people today...
thanks for all things bitter and sweet.
all this when i know most of them would probably never read this or even if some of them do, i may never know of it. but it is still worth every bit of it, because i feel it in my heart and i know it to be true.
Wednesday, October 25
Saturday, October 14
Thursday, October 5
Tuesday, October 3
umblical chord
ocean always brings out the child in all of us...its like we all feel some unexplainable belongingness to it...which lies dormant somewhere in our unconscious and the moment we face it, this joy gushes up to envelop our beings.
did we all emerge from its womb?
did we all emerge from its womb?
Wednesday, September 20
this one i read recently
There was a merchant in Baghdad who sent his servant to market to buy provisions and in a little while the servant came back, white and trembling, and said, Master, just now when I was in the market-place I was jostled by a woman in the crowd and when I turned I saw it was death that jostled me. She looked at me and made a threatening gesture; now, lend me your horse, and I will ride away from this city and avoid my fate. I will go to Samarra and there death will not find me. The merchant lent him his horse, and the servant mounted it, and he dug his spurs in its flanks and as fast as the horse could gallop he went.
Then the merchant went down to the market place and he saw me standing in the crowd and he came to me and said, why did you make a threatening gesture to my servant when you saw him this morning? That was not a threatening gesture, I said, it was only a start of surprise. I was astonished to see him in Baghdad, for I had an appointment with him tonight in Samarra.
Then the merchant went down to the market place and he saw me standing in the crowd and he came to me and said, why did you make a threatening gesture to my servant when you saw him this morning? That was not a threatening gesture, I said, it was only a start of surprise. I was astonished to see him in Baghdad, for I had an appointment with him tonight in Samarra.
Wednesday, September 6
is it is so sad?
today, i sorted out a 'misunderstanding' with someone :) it feels nice
yesterday:
i lost-nay, to be precise, someone picked my cell.
day before:
i almost crushed a puppy beneath my wheels:(:(:(
then, i was extra cautious for the rest of the day, so in order to avoid a lazy bones, which was spread out in the middle of a narrow by -lane; took a deep cut and scratched a car parked on the other side:(
but, after all this and having finally gotten rid of that stupid cell fone, went and watched munna bhai. wow! what a movie it is. enjoyed myself throughly:):):)
woh kehten hain na
main zindagi ka saath nibhata chala gaya/
harr fikra ko dhuen main udata chala gaya/
barrbaadiyon ka shok manana fizul tha/
barrbadiyon ka jashna manata chala gaya/
ok, agreed its not all that sad stuff, parr fir bhi yaar.....style marne mainkya jaata hai??
yesterday:
i lost-nay, to be precise, someone picked my cell.
day before:
i almost crushed a puppy beneath my wheels:(:(:(
then, i was extra cautious for the rest of the day, so in order to avoid a lazy bones, which was spread out in the middle of a narrow by -lane; took a deep cut and scratched a car parked on the other side:(
but, after all this and having finally gotten rid of that stupid cell fone, went and watched munna bhai. wow! what a movie it is. enjoyed myself throughly:):):)
woh kehten hain na
main zindagi ka saath nibhata chala gaya/
harr fikra ko dhuen main udata chala gaya/
barrbaadiyon ka shok manana fizul tha/
barrbadiyon ka jashna manata chala gaya/
ok, agreed its not all that sad stuff, parr fir bhi yaar.....style marne mainkya jaata hai??
Tuesday, September 5
words of wisdom
someone once said:
flow with the flow...but don't forget your life jacket!!!
how i wished. it is a strange thing.
when i took my walk down the memory lane
i remembered the feel of it
a sweet agony that i longed- so much
to have me in its embrace
it is a strange thing
far from thought or sense
least of all logic
but it is the heart that is the vicious master
brain is my good friend
it is the heart that is my master..relentless and unpardoning
let me integrate the two
how i wish...
i may so one day
amen
flow with the flow...but don't forget your life jacket!!!
how i wished. it is a strange thing.
when i took my walk down the memory lane
i remembered the feel of it
a sweet agony that i longed- so much
to have me in its embrace
it is a strange thing
far from thought or sense
least of all logic
but it is the heart that is the vicious master
brain is my good friend
it is the heart that is my master..relentless and unpardoning
let me integrate the two
how i wish...
i may so one day
amen
Monday, September 4
curse of matrix
i see so much struggle around me that i wonder where is it all headed? is it all a great, big illussion that all humans are cursed to live in??
i am reminded of a story from mahabharta: when the king of hastinapur (he was probably named shantanu) put across his marriage proposal to ganga (the river goddess); she agreed but on one precondition : that the king would never ever question her on whatever she does.
shantanu agreed, assured that he was going to have no ordinary person, but ganga herself as a life mate.
they were married and soon, the king was delighted to be informed that he was going to be a father. moments after the royal couple had their first child, ganga picked up the infant and went beside the river bank and drowned the baby to its death!!
quite naturally the father was shocked beyond belief, but he kept quiet, bound by his pledge, or else his lovely wife would leave him immediately.
the same cycle went on for other offsprings as well, till the last one, when the king could not bear the trauma any longer and with a heavy heart broke his pledge..well aware that he would find an answer to the primary concern of his life, but would have to live the rest of his life without the companionship of his beloved wife.
ganga, the river godess, then told him that in reality, all of their previous children were actually the inhabitants of the kingdom of the gods- the indralok. however,they had been cursed to visit the mrityu lok, as a reprimand for some mistake that they had made. however, when they pleaded for forgiveness, they were suggested a solution, that although they would have to take birth as mortals but would be spared the rest of the curse, because ganga who was going to be their mother would end their life as soon as they were to be born. however the last child, was not spared from the curse, and he was to pre- destined to lead a human life and live the whole punishment.
this child grew up to be bhishma.
i am reminded of a story from mahabharta: when the king of hastinapur (he was probably named shantanu) put across his marriage proposal to ganga (the river goddess); she agreed but on one precondition : that the king would never ever question her on whatever she does.
shantanu agreed, assured that he was going to have no ordinary person, but ganga herself as a life mate.
they were married and soon, the king was delighted to be informed that he was going to be a father. moments after the royal couple had their first child, ganga picked up the infant and went beside the river bank and drowned the baby to its death!!
quite naturally the father was shocked beyond belief, but he kept quiet, bound by his pledge, or else his lovely wife would leave him immediately.
the same cycle went on for other offsprings as well, till the last one, when the king could not bear the trauma any longer and with a heavy heart broke his pledge..well aware that he would find an answer to the primary concern of his life, but would have to live the rest of his life without the companionship of his beloved wife.
ganga, the river godess, then told him that in reality, all of their previous children were actually the inhabitants of the kingdom of the gods- the indralok. however,they had been cursed to visit the mrityu lok, as a reprimand for some mistake that they had made. however, when they pleaded for forgiveness, they were suggested a solution, that although they would have to take birth as mortals but would be spared the rest of the curse, because ganga who was going to be their mother would end their life as soon as they were to be born. however the last child, was not spared from the curse, and he was to pre- destined to lead a human life and live the whole punishment.
this child grew up to be bhishma.
Tuesday, August 29
shucks :(
oh man!! i have a long long -long way to go.
i wish i could apologise to people whom i have hurt...just once. to tell that i never had an intention to do so, but just messed up....
because, i was a fool, stubborn and thought i was right...and ended up hurting a few precious hearts and strings that bound them.
let this entry, serve as an apology today.
every one commits mistakes and i committed mine.
i wish i could apologise to people whom i have hurt...just once. to tell that i never had an intention to do so, but just messed up....
because, i was a fool, stubborn and thought i was right...and ended up hurting a few precious hearts and strings that bound them.
let this entry, serve as an apology today.
every one commits mistakes and i committed mine.
Sunday, August 27
Wednesday, August 23
:(
my car today gave me the most harrowing time.....the sstttupid auto lock/guard went off...for no specific reason. since it had no reason to go off, it did not have a specific cure(in terms of removing that reason)to make it shut up.
it was on full blast...aaaaaaaaaaagh, i went deaf. called up the fella from the company, who was more intersted in knowing my name and telephone number, than in solving my problem immediately. since the ofice had closed, no one could show up beyond office hours, so i was suggested to cut off some red-green-yellow wires from the maze of wires that lie inside the bonnet.
something happened, and as a blessing from the heavens, i could manage to cut off the correcet lead and that thing stooped crying and so could i.
and did i mention, how embarrasing the whole stuff was, i mean the stupid car made me look like a thief!! and cried its loyalty song to the hilt. children are usually the first class of people who come running to check whats going on, and they did, made fun, smiled and basically had a nice time, while passer bys made faces and went past....:(:(
it was on full blast...aaaaaaaaaaagh, i went deaf. called up the fella from the company, who was more intersted in knowing my name and telephone number, than in solving my problem immediately. since the ofice had closed, no one could show up beyond office hours, so i was suggested to cut off some red-green-yellow wires from the maze of wires that lie inside the bonnet.
something happened, and as a blessing from the heavens, i could manage to cut off the correcet lead and that thing stooped crying and so could i.
and did i mention, how embarrasing the whole stuff was, i mean the stupid car made me look like a thief!! and cried its loyalty song to the hilt. children are usually the first class of people who come running to check whats going on, and they did, made fun, smiled and basically had a nice time, while passer bys made faces and went past....:(:(
Sunday, August 20
its yesterday, once more
today, i think after soooooooooo long, i was back to being what i really am..
every sha la la, evry wou ouo still shine
evry shinga linga li, that i 'd started to sing so fine
those were the best memories.....
its yesterday once more :)
i may never say this to you guys, but, thank you all -(ankit, deepak, kamal, rahul, and mansi, chavi and geetanjali)
and above all thank you Maa.
every sha la la, evry wou ouo still shine
evry shinga linga li, that i 'd started to sing so fine
those were the best memories.....
its yesterday once more :)
i may never say this to you guys, but, thank you all -(ankit, deepak, kamal, rahul, and mansi, chavi and geetanjali)
and above all thank you Maa.
Thursday, August 17
18th of august 2006
its been more than 15 days now. 15 long days without anybody to look after him, we don't know if he has remembered anything at all, where is he eating? weather he has had a wash or not? how is this world treating him?
may be i can jott down here, where nobody knows that i am writing, i don't know if he will ever come back..i think secretively all of us are loosing out on our hopes of ever finding him again...even if he were to come back, it would be too difficult, the brain damage must be extreme...
it is true, its only a story, till it happens with you.
may be i can jott down here, where nobody knows that i am writing, i don't know if he will ever come back..i think secretively all of us are loosing out on our hopes of ever finding him again...even if he were to come back, it would be too difficult, the brain damage must be extreme...
it is true, its only a story, till it happens with you.
nothing
i have not been writing for a while now, i don't know what is the possible reason behind it. i guess, it is one of those phases, i want to quieten down now.
or may be, because i am quiet, i have nothing specific to write about. actually its strange, with so much happening around, i am not reacting....hhmmm....
or may be, because i am quiet, i have nothing specific to write about. actually its strange, with so much happening around, i am not reacting....hhmmm....
Monday, August 7
jabb koi baat bigad jaaye...
jabb ho chandini raat
deta hai har koi saath
tum andheron main
na chodna mera haath
deta hai har koi saath
tum andheron main
na chodna mera haath
Thursday, August 3
i just hope they find him.
most of us have got back home
we are loosing hope
tommorow it would be the seventh day....
we are loosing hope
tommorow it would be the seventh day....
Tuesday, August 1
krack jack comedy..saw this once again yesterday
the comedy movie andaaz apna apna is one of my all time favourites..
it belongs to a different genre of comedies for instance there have been those like on the lines of chupke chupke and bawarchi or even padoasan.
next came those arty, low budget realistic comedies like jaane bhi do yaaro, chashmebaddor, and yes who can forget katha :)
then there is this one starring aamir and salman (what a treat!) both from bhopal, eek darzi ka to dusra nai ka beta!! cute! its a reall non -sensical high on plain stupidity quotient type of comedy but still never fails to make the likes of me enjoy it throughly.( mera IQ itna hi hai!)
i guess the characterization was done pretty well...so the main villian is mogambo ka bhateeja... who wears a batman+dracula uniform and which is refered to as his ghagara by the these two jhonnies!then we have a tiger character who has another pawn who keeps on saying: "galti se mishtake ho gaya!!
to add to the mess there is a double role played by paresh raawal, in which one is the alter -ego of the other!!and yes the guys do get some support from raveena and kareena ..vaise unke bagair bhi film utni hi achi rehti!
some scenes are hilarious like the one in the lodge when these two arch enemies end up spending the night together and the caretaker of the lodge is this ultra -dharmic fellow fully loaded on hanuman bhakti and sees these two as modern -day versions of ram and laxman!! and the fact that the reality is just the opposite makes it for a comic riotanother thing is its songs..all of which have been composed on the tunes of old classies
overall its a treat...which i enjoy everytime and fall off from my seat everytime laughing
it belongs to a different genre of comedies for instance there have been those like on the lines of chupke chupke and bawarchi or even padoasan.
next came those arty, low budget realistic comedies like jaane bhi do yaaro, chashmebaddor, and yes who can forget katha :)
then there is this one starring aamir and salman (what a treat!) both from bhopal, eek darzi ka to dusra nai ka beta!! cute! its a reall non -sensical high on plain stupidity quotient type of comedy but still never fails to make the likes of me enjoy it throughly.( mera IQ itna hi hai!)
i guess the characterization was done pretty well...so the main villian is mogambo ka bhateeja... who wears a batman+dracula uniform and which is refered to as his ghagara by the these two jhonnies!then we have a tiger character who has another pawn who keeps on saying: "galti se mishtake ho gaya!!
to add to the mess there is a double role played by paresh raawal, in which one is the alter -ego of the other!!and yes the guys do get some support from raveena and kareena ..vaise unke bagair bhi film utni hi achi rehti!
some scenes are hilarious like the one in the lodge when these two arch enemies end up spending the night together and the caretaker of the lodge is this ultra -dharmic fellow fully loaded on hanuman bhakti and sees these two as modern -day versions of ram and laxman!! and the fact that the reality is just the opposite makes it for a comic riotanother thing is its songs..all of which have been composed on the tunes of old classies
overall its a treat...which i enjoy everytime and fall off from my seat everytime laughing
shaadi ka laddoo
as the saying goes...jo khaye woh bhi pachtaye aur jo na khaaye woh bhi....
i think this one of the most complex of all social institutions which human beings have spun for themselves.
it is diificult to say waht is right and what is wrong because there are no absolute rights or wrongs in human relationships
i have a distant cousin who had declared to the world that he does not want to get married and his family, parents etc had lost all hopes of ever seeing him married. all of a sudden this guy meets up with a girl and withinn 2 months, he gets married to her in a very austere ceremony with only a handful of people. his parents are happy beyond words. infact they met the girl only at the weeding ceremony...
then there is another league of people, like this friend who wanted to marry but quite understandably to the girl of his choice...very reasonable expectation indeed. but as his father would have it, the man literally forced him to marry a girl of 'his' choice whom my friend had not liked at all. i remember, i had screamed, howled, counselled this guy to say no, simply because he did not want to maary this girl. but this fella simply could not. not that he did not register his absolute dislike for the proposed match, but as his father is--he rolled out all sorts of tricks there are in the book.....from anger and displeasure to pretending to have a heart attack. believe me his father did that.
i remeber even on his wedding day when this friend kept looking at me with such helpless expressions in his eyes that i could not belive that a modern well educated financialy independent man could be so submissive about the most important decision of his life.
by then i had sort of lost sympathy for him, because of not only his weak submisssive nature but also because this story had another twist to it. earlier, i may have in certain moments really pondered over the thought...if he had pursued me well enough.....but not now...
i think this one of the most complex of all social institutions which human beings have spun for themselves.
it is diificult to say waht is right and what is wrong because there are no absolute rights or wrongs in human relationships
i have a distant cousin who had declared to the world that he does not want to get married and his family, parents etc had lost all hopes of ever seeing him married. all of a sudden this guy meets up with a girl and withinn 2 months, he gets married to her in a very austere ceremony with only a handful of people. his parents are happy beyond words. infact they met the girl only at the weeding ceremony...
then there is another league of people, like this friend who wanted to marry but quite understandably to the girl of his choice...very reasonable expectation indeed. but as his father would have it, the man literally forced him to marry a girl of 'his' choice whom my friend had not liked at all. i remember, i had screamed, howled, counselled this guy to say no, simply because he did not want to maary this girl. but this fella simply could not. not that he did not register his absolute dislike for the proposed match, but as his father is--he rolled out all sorts of tricks there are in the book.....from anger and displeasure to pretending to have a heart attack. believe me his father did that.
i remeber even on his wedding day when this friend kept looking at me with such helpless expressions in his eyes that i could not belive that a modern well educated financialy independent man could be so submissive about the most important decision of his life.
by then i had sort of lost sympathy for him, because of not only his weak submisssive nature but also because this story had another twist to it. earlier, i may have in certain moments really pondered over the thought...if he had pursued me well enough.....but not now...
Monday, July 31
whats the deal with the world
what is going on with the world?
lebanon is continously suffering with civilian casualities. where are the 'big bosses', what are they doing? is this another appeasement going on? was one hitler not enough to teach us all a lesson? one can't question what breeds terrorism in the world? all these are no longer the cold war spill overs..these are new issues with newer dynamics...
i am aghasted.... 18 farmers in vidharbha have committed suicide in last 48 hours....farmers are to the nation, like roots are to a tree...they are not visible but are the basis of its survival....they are the feeder points on which depend the entire tree. if the roots are unhealthy, no amount of trimming and outwards treatment/beautification can help survive the tree.
gujrat and maharashtra are flodded again and 60% of the US is facing drought. is mother nature trying to convey something?
there is something that has seriously gone wrong..we are missing a link, a very important one....
lebanon is continously suffering with civilian casualities. where are the 'big bosses', what are they doing? is this another appeasement going on? was one hitler not enough to teach us all a lesson? one can't question what breeds terrorism in the world? all these are no longer the cold war spill overs..these are new issues with newer dynamics...
i am aghasted.... 18 farmers in vidharbha have committed suicide in last 48 hours....farmers are to the nation, like roots are to a tree...they are not visible but are the basis of its survival....they are the feeder points on which depend the entire tree. if the roots are unhealthy, no amount of trimming and outwards treatment/beautification can help survive the tree.
gujrat and maharashtra are flodded again and 60% of the US is facing drought. is mother nature trying to convey something?
there is something that has seriously gone wrong..we are missing a link, a very important one....
Friday, July 28
Thursday, July 27
...
pyaar ke kuch niyam hoten hain
pyaar ka doosra naam hai haar
ussme sabse pehli haar apne ahankaar ki hoti hai
pyaar ka doosra naam hai haar
ussme sabse pehli haar apne ahankaar ki hoti hai
Wednesday, July 26
hauz park
if life is about counting ones blessings, then i would like to dedicate this post to district park- it is a park near home, which is actually a part of the green belt in delhi and is a huge chunk of whatever remains of delhi forest cover. actually this park is a part of the cluster of parks in which this particularly big(by delhi standards) forest cover has been divided.
coming to district/hauz park, it has its own archiological relevance as well, because it has a huge tank or what is called as the 'hauz' bang in the middle of the main area, this is the same hauz from which the entire area viz. hauz khas has derieved its name. i believe this hauz is the centre part of the main holiday- retreat structure which was bulit in the medieval india probably by the tughlaqs.
speaking of the current times, this hauz had eralier been given a royal ignore by the authorities and infact the hip hauz khas village(basically a very posh designer hub) that had come up right at this main structures back-in many ways flouted all rules which are there in regard of buildings under the ASI(archeological survey of india). i distinctly remeber, till just a few yeras back- a popular and hip resteraunt-bistro, would often spill over its specail evening parties with the fancy lighting and very loud music right into the premises of this historic buliding...throwing all rules and regulation out of the window....money can buy you a lot in india even the old protected monuments can become your perfect set for a fancy party.
thankfully, someone in charge of affairs took notice and rules were strictly applied since then. today this park and the ancient hauz have been (may i say)- re-invented. the hauz has been filled with treated water and this attracts a number of migratory birds in the season. the medieval structures tower over this hauz and the clean blue sky provides a perfect pose. in this monsoon season, the evening sky often has a riot of colours and all the ancient trees and the stone structure make it a perfect place to sit quiet and watch
coming to district/hauz park, it has its own archiological relevance as well, because it has a huge tank or what is called as the 'hauz' bang in the middle of the main area, this is the same hauz from which the entire area viz. hauz khas has derieved its name. i believe this hauz is the centre part of the main holiday- retreat structure which was bulit in the medieval india probably by the tughlaqs.
speaking of the current times, this hauz had eralier been given a royal ignore by the authorities and infact the hip hauz khas village(basically a very posh designer hub) that had come up right at this main structures back-in many ways flouted all rules which are there in regard of buildings under the ASI(archeological survey of india). i distinctly remeber, till just a few yeras back- a popular and hip resteraunt-bistro, would often spill over its specail evening parties with the fancy lighting and very loud music right into the premises of this historic buliding...throwing all rules and regulation out of the window....money can buy you a lot in india even the old protected monuments can become your perfect set for a fancy party.
thankfully, someone in charge of affairs took notice and rules were strictly applied since then. today this park and the ancient hauz have been (may i say)- re-invented. the hauz has been filled with treated water and this attracts a number of migratory birds in the season. the medieval structures tower over this hauz and the clean blue sky provides a perfect pose. in this monsoon season, the evening sky often has a riot of colours and all the ancient trees and the stone structure make it a perfect place to sit quiet and watch
Monday, July 24
bakwaas
off late i have really started using this word very often. whenever anything is even close to being bakwass i brand it as b###
i guess most of the stuff in life in general is bakwaas indeed
matlab, generally life main rakha kya hai? all the run of the mill drill is bakwaas. now i may be sounding bitter but let me tell you i am not. yes, i have come to raelize that most of the stuff one runs around the whole life for is indeed worthless.
so here go the words of wizdom from zzz..writer
pata nahin aage zindagi main likha kya hai
kissko pata kal kya ho
hum hon to kahaan hon
issi liye aei- dost... bass din aaj ke khush raho
i guess most of the stuff in life in general is bakwaas indeed
matlab, generally life main rakha kya hai? all the run of the mill drill is bakwaas. now i may be sounding bitter but let me tell you i am not. yes, i have come to raelize that most of the stuff one runs around the whole life for is indeed worthless.
so here go the words of wizdom from zzz..writer
pata nahin aage zindagi main likha kya hai
kissko pata kal kya ho
hum hon to kahaan hon
issi liye aei- dost... bass din aaj ke khush raho
Saturday, July 22
log kitne velle hoten hain
What if Computer Science people start producing movies??Some Film titles may be like these :
1. Hang To Hona Hi Tha !!!!!!!!!!!!
2. Meri Disc Tumhare Paas Hai
3. Aao Chat Kare
4. Programmer No.1
5. Mera Naam Developer
6. Java Wale Job Le Jayenge
7. Hum Apke Memory Mein Rehte Hein
8. Do Processor Baarah Terminal
9. Tera Code Chal Gaya
10. Har Din Jo Mail Karega
11. Network Ke Us Paar
12. Debugging Koi Khel Nahi
13. Jish Desh Mein Bill Gates Rehta Hai
14. Raju Ban Gaya Administrator .!
15. Client Ek Numbari Programmer Dus Numbari
16. Login Karo Sajana
17. Naukar PC Ka
18. 1942 -- A Bug Story
19. Kaho Na Virus Hai
20. Crash Se Crash Tak 21. Haan Maine Bhi Debug Kiya Hai
22. Password De Ke Dekho
23. Terminal Apna Login Parayi
24. Mr. Network Lal
ps: copyrights for this piece lie with a comp. geek friend
1. Hang To Hona Hi Tha !!!!!!!!!!!!
2. Meri Disc Tumhare Paas Hai
3. Aao Chat Kare
4. Programmer No.1
5. Mera Naam Developer
6. Java Wale Job Le Jayenge
7. Hum Apke Memory Mein Rehte Hein
8. Do Processor Baarah Terminal
9. Tera Code Chal Gaya
10. Har Din Jo Mail Karega
11. Network Ke Us Paar
12. Debugging Koi Khel Nahi
13. Jish Desh Mein Bill Gates Rehta Hai
14. Raju Ban Gaya Administrator .!
15. Client Ek Numbari Programmer Dus Numbari
16. Login Karo Sajana
17. Naukar PC Ka
18. 1942 -- A Bug Story
19. Kaho Na Virus Hai
20. Crash Se Crash Tak 21. Haan Maine Bhi Debug Kiya Hai
22. Password De Ke Dekho
23. Terminal Apna Login Parayi
24. Mr. Network Lal
ps: copyrights for this piece lie with a comp. geek friend
:)
one fine day i find a reason to be happy
and you know what, soon hundred reasons follow that urge me to be unhappy
then i turn smart
and decide to be joyous...like forever..
and you know what, soon hundred reasons follow that urge me to be unhappy
then i turn smart
and decide to be joyous...like forever..
Wednesday, July 19
Angrez chale gaye....... Angrezii chod gaye .
Have a nice day! -----> Achcha din lo!
What's up? ----- >Uppar kya hai?
You're kidding! ----->Tum bachcha bana rahe ho!
Don't kid me! -----> Mera bachcha mut banaao!
Yo, baby! What's up? -----> Beti Yo, uppar kya hai?
Cool man! -----> Thandaa aadmi!
Don't mess with me, dude.-----> Mere saath gandagee mat karo, e vyakti.
She's so fine! -----> Woh itnee baareek hai!
Listen buddy, that chick's mine, okay!?-----> Suno dost, woh choozaa mera hai, theek?
Are you nuts? -----> Kya aap akhrot hain?
And the best ones are.....
How do you do? -----> Kaise karte ho?
General Body Meeting.... ----->Saamanya Shaaririk Milan
Keep in touch.................... > Chhoote Raho.....
What's up? ----- >Uppar kya hai?
You're kidding! ----->Tum bachcha bana rahe ho!
Don't kid me! -----> Mera bachcha mut banaao!
Yo, baby! What's up? -----> Beti Yo, uppar kya hai?
Cool man! -----> Thandaa aadmi!
Don't mess with me, dude.-----> Mere saath gandagee mat karo, e vyakti.
She's so fine! -----> Woh itnee baareek hai!
Listen buddy, that chick's mine, okay!?-----> Suno dost, woh choozaa mera hai, theek?
Are you nuts? -----> Kya aap akhrot hain?
And the best ones are.....
How do you do? -----> Kaise karte ho?
General Body Meeting.... ----->Saamanya Shaaririk Milan
Keep in touch.................... > Chhoote Raho.....
Saturday, July 15
Wednesday, July 12
HE IS NOT GOD
how manipulative and cunning is a person allowed to be before 'it is time'?
has this world forgotten everything about morality or sanctity of a relationship? that GOD is watching him every second of his life
how far can a person 'in need' allow herself to be used, manipulated, exploited? this is so dark..so dark..its rotten and stinking.
what can i do about it? i can no longer be a mute spectator to all this exploitation of one human being against another.
has this world forgotten everything about morality or sanctity of a relationship? that GOD is watching him every second of his life
how far can a person 'in need' allow herself to be used, manipulated, exploited? this is so dark..so dark..its rotten and stinking.
what can i do about it? i can no longer be a mute spectator to all this exploitation of one human being against another.
Tuesday, July 11
2720...
years ago, it was a regular day of my post grad years. i remember sitting there on the sidewalk just opposite anna's canteen, sipping tea with a friend and doing what everybody did during a tea break....look around, gossip, basically stay clued on to wats happening with whom (a small well -knit campus life ensures this as one of its many goodies)
this guy (mind you he is not any regular guy, i mean in my life i am yet to come across a more good looking specimen from the male species) walks up to me and we exchange pleasantries and he chats for a while and leaves.. a yet another daily drill/an obligation, each memeber is supposed to perform towards one another. once he leaves my friend (this is actually a teacher of mine from the college where i did my graduation from and is now here pursuing her phd), cannot hide her excitement of having met this hunk and is pleased beyond doubt and expresses the same in no subtle ways.
so that was the time when 2720-as we (i mean the whole campus female flock) used to call him (no point racing your minds in decoding this. i tell you you won't succeed!) was perfection personified to all of us..
i mean the guy was a concept-good looks combined with absolute charm, great soft skills and loads of atitude and the optimum level of financial backing made the whole package -well extremely enchanting and hence truly tempting (trust me, as i speak for the whole class of 2002)
alas! but all good things come to an end, do they have to? why???? aaghhhhhhh!!!!
next year, i had an opportunity to get to know him better, and the magic slowly faded away in thin air. in reality,2720 was not this don juan- super human, fantasy hero ....well he was very much human- carved out in flesh and blood with a more than an average levels of vanity and arrogance.
in hindsight, i feel if someone is as good looking as he was, it is actually a curse, in the sense that, such people are more prone to be skewed up towards the abnormal (ie. because they are not average) and are rather the misfittted ones... like all the geniuses history has produced. probably we dont realize this but it is such a blessing to be just one in the crowd and not to be very striking
this guy (mind you he is not any regular guy, i mean in my life i am yet to come across a more good looking specimen from the male species) walks up to me and we exchange pleasantries and he chats for a while and leaves.. a yet another daily drill/an obligation, each memeber is supposed to perform towards one another. once he leaves my friend (this is actually a teacher of mine from the college where i did my graduation from and is now here pursuing her phd), cannot hide her excitement of having met this hunk and is pleased beyond doubt and expresses the same in no subtle ways.
so that was the time when 2720-as we (i mean the whole campus female flock) used to call him (no point racing your minds in decoding this. i tell you you won't succeed!) was perfection personified to all of us..
i mean the guy was a concept-good looks combined with absolute charm, great soft skills and loads of atitude and the optimum level of financial backing made the whole package -well extremely enchanting and hence truly tempting (trust me, as i speak for the whole class of 2002)
alas! but all good things come to an end, do they have to? why???? aaghhhhhhh!!!!
next year, i had an opportunity to get to know him better, and the magic slowly faded away in thin air. in reality,2720 was not this don juan- super human, fantasy hero ....well he was very much human- carved out in flesh and blood with a more than an average levels of vanity and arrogance.
in hindsight, i feel if someone is as good looking as he was, it is actually a curse, in the sense that, such people are more prone to be skewed up towards the abnormal (ie. because they are not average) and are rather the misfittted ones... like all the geniuses history has produced. probably we dont realize this but it is such a blessing to be just one in the crowd and not to be very striking
Monday, July 10
yeh duniya badee ajeeb hai
speaking of friends, there is one more that i want to write about...no names again
a distant friend of mine recently got married. as destiny had it planned, they worked for the same company but in different states and met one another at a company event. now all was well except for one thing, the guy's parents were dead against the match...i mean they were completely stuck up on the issue of 'jaat paat'and all that bakwaas
after much convincing he could not succeed,but this did not deter them from their commitmment towards one another, and they finally decided to get married. now this guy knew that his parents(who were not living with him) could put up stiff resistance to this and so he decided not to tell them about it till he actually got married.
as wierd as it sounded to all of us, the reason was that he feared that since his dad was a heart patient, he could 'emotionally black-mail' him into not marrying against his wishes.
so finally with the assent of girl's parents,these two got married:)
the ceremony was kept extremely simple and even the girl invited very-very few people because she did not want him to feel lonely/depressed in the crowd that an average indian wedding draws.
now, once the marriage was disclosed to this guy's parents, they had no other option but to agree and accept the girl as their bahu.last that i heard was that his parents are now gladly holding a very lavish reception at their native palce for the newly wedded couple.
a distant friend of mine recently got married. as destiny had it planned, they worked for the same company but in different states and met one another at a company event. now all was well except for one thing, the guy's parents were dead against the match...i mean they were completely stuck up on the issue of 'jaat paat'and all that bakwaas
after much convincing he could not succeed,but this did not deter them from their commitmment towards one another, and they finally decided to get married. now this guy knew that his parents(who were not living with him) could put up stiff resistance to this and so he decided not to tell them about it till he actually got married.
as wierd as it sounded to all of us, the reason was that he feared that since his dad was a heart patient, he could 'emotionally black-mail' him into not marrying against his wishes.
so finally with the assent of girl's parents,these two got married:)
the ceremony was kept extremely simple and even the girl invited very-very few people because she did not want him to feel lonely/depressed in the crowd that an average indian wedding draws.
now, once the marriage was disclosed to this guy's parents, they had no other option but to agree and accept the girl as their bahu.last that i heard was that his parents are now gladly holding a very lavish reception at their native palce for the newly wedded couple.
Saturday, July 8
this is from a friends chapter of life...
he had been obsessed with her, so much so that sometimes he scared her to death. she had made it clear beyond doubt that his moves were unwelcomed, and tried to ignore him. she never gossiped to the world about all that, because she believed it to be improper to derieve frivolous fun at somebody else's cost.
as things unfolded, she met another aquaintance, who wanted to know if these two were 'together'? since they never were, she told this girl that it was not the case and that she had never been interested and had shunned all his efforts from day one.
after few years, i ran into this second girl, who was now married...to him!! it struck me then why she had been so keen on knowing the story from the horse's mouth (my friend).
this girl was furious with my friend and happened to direct all her stocked up venom at me (because i was her friend) and told me that he..now her husband had 'told her the truth'. she knew now that it was she(my friend) who had been pursuing him hot and detailed all 'unsuccessful' attempts made by her at enticing him!!!!!
i kept quiet and she went on to add that 'she knew that was the truth, because she trusted her husband completely'
her fury, the surprise of getting to know that she ended up marrying this guy, and the overall suddeness of the situation and the fact that all this had no particular relevance in terms of my personal memory....drained me completely. and as i began to co -relate all the loose ends of the whole story...the futility of putting up the records straight...struck me.
the reality of the present moment was that-- my friend had forgotten about the episode, was in a fullfilling long term relationship, this girl was now married to him, had her life in front of her....so even if she believed a completely false story to be true...she was better off than knowing the truth. i mean who was going to gain what from the truth?? certainly not this woman who was obviously so much in love with her husband.
in the end once this lady was through with whatever she wanted to vent out..she waited for me to may be to defend my friend's case. but i simply told her that i was glad that she was marreid and wished her luck, and told her to believe what she wanted to believe because what was important wasthat she should start her relationship with him on trust and faith.
as things unfolded, she met another aquaintance, who wanted to know if these two were 'together'? since they never were, she told this girl that it was not the case and that she had never been interested and had shunned all his efforts from day one.
after few years, i ran into this second girl, who was now married...to him!! it struck me then why she had been so keen on knowing the story from the horse's mouth (my friend).
this girl was furious with my friend and happened to direct all her stocked up venom at me (because i was her friend) and told me that he..now her husband had 'told her the truth'. she knew now that it was she(my friend) who had been pursuing him hot and detailed all 'unsuccessful' attempts made by her at enticing him!!!!!
i kept quiet and she went on to add that 'she knew that was the truth, because she trusted her husband completely'
her fury, the surprise of getting to know that she ended up marrying this guy, and the overall suddeness of the situation and the fact that all this had no particular relevance in terms of my personal memory....drained me completely. and as i began to co -relate all the loose ends of the whole story...the futility of putting up the records straight...struck me.
the reality of the present moment was that-- my friend had forgotten about the episode, was in a fullfilling long term relationship, this girl was now married to him, had her life in front of her....so even if she believed a completely false story to be true...she was better off than knowing the truth. i mean who was going to gain what from the truth?? certainly not this woman who was obviously so much in love with her husband.
in the end once this lady was through with whatever she wanted to vent out..she waited for me to may be to defend my friend's case. but i simply told her that i was glad that she was marreid and wished her luck, and told her to believe what she wanted to believe because what was important wasthat she should start her relationship with him on trust and faith.
aane wala pal jaane wala hai
today i cant resist my memories flight in the past. well, for one, every chapter in life is plannned to be written (by who so ever is in charge) for some reason. it is up to us how we choose to interprett it. secondly, although past is over, but the lessons are'nt!! so it is like history in making with every passing moment. in a way it is good because, then we always have hope for the future..i mean which school would allow a student, who has been failing repeatedly, to reappear again and again..till s/he passes:):):) quiet kool haan??
its been so long
its been so long since i wrote something that i wanted to write. as i looked at my blog, i realized i have been deliberately trying to make it such a frivolous exercise...probably gaining time.....
Wednesday, July 5
in a lighter vein
this picture somehow sums up my initial reaction to something that i saw right now:):):)
Wednesday, June 28
spelling disasters
this is what was found to be written at the back of a dtc(delhi transport corporation) bus seat:
LOOK UNDER YOUR SEAT
THERE WOULD BE A BOMB
RAISE ALARM
WIN REWARD
LOOK UNDER YOUR SEAT
THERE WOULD BE A BOMB
RAISE ALARM
WIN REWARD
Monday, June 26
arz kiya hai...
katra hi sahi...
lekin..
dariya se to nizbat hai.
arthat...
i may be a small puddle (of water)
but atleast
i am connected with the river
lekin..
dariya se to nizbat hai.
arthat...
i may be a small puddle (of water)
but atleast
i am connected with the river
Sunday, June 25
`PET RULES`
(To be posted VERY LOW on the refrigerator door - nose height.)
Dear Dogs and Cats,
The dishes with the paw print are yours and contain your food. The other dishes are mine and contain my food. Please note, placing a paw print in the middle of my plate and food does not stake a claim for it becoming your food and dish, nor do I find that aesthetically pleasing in the slightest.
The stairway was not designed by NASCAR and is not a racetrack. Beating me to the bottom is not the object. Tripping me doesn't help because I fall faster than you can run.
I cannot buy anything bigger than a king sized bed. I am very sorry about this inconvenience. Do not think I will continue sleeping on the couch to ensure your comfort. Dogs and cats can actually curl up in a ball when they sleep. It is not necessary to sleep perpendicular to each other stretched out to the fullest extent possible. I also know that sticking tails straight out and having tongues hanging out the other end to maximize space is nothing but sarcasm.
For the last time, there is not a secret exit from the bathroom. If by some miracle I beat you there and manage to get the door shut, it is not necessary to claw, whine, meow, try to turn the knob or get your paw under the door and try to pull the door open. I must exit through the same door I entered. Also, I have been using the bathroom for years --canine or feline attendance is not required.
The proper order is kiss me, then go smell the other dog or cat's butt. I cannot stress this enough!
To pacify you, my dear pets, I have posted the following message on our front door:
To All Non-Pet Owners Who Visit & Like to Complain About Our Pets:
1. They live here. You don't.
2. If you don't want their hair on your clothes, stay off the furniture.
(That's why they call it "fur"niture.)
3. I like my pets a lot better than I like most people.
4. To you, it's an animal. To me, he/she is an adopted son/daughter who is short, hairy, walks on all fours and doesn't speak clearly.
Remember: Dogs and cats are better than kids because they:
A. Eat less
B. Don't ask for money all the time
C. Are easier to train
D. Normally come when called
E. Never ask to drive the car
F. Don't hang out with drug-using friends
G. Don't smoke or drink
H. Don't have to buy the latest fashions
I. Don't want to wear your clothes
J. Don't need a gazillion dollars for college, and...
K. If they get pregnant, you can sell their children.
Dear Dogs and Cats,
The dishes with the paw print are yours and contain your food. The other dishes are mine and contain my food. Please note, placing a paw print in the middle of my plate and food does not stake a claim for it becoming your food and dish, nor do I find that aesthetically pleasing in the slightest.
The stairway was not designed by NASCAR and is not a racetrack. Beating me to the bottom is not the object. Tripping me doesn't help because I fall faster than you can run.
I cannot buy anything bigger than a king sized bed. I am very sorry about this inconvenience. Do not think I will continue sleeping on the couch to ensure your comfort. Dogs and cats can actually curl up in a ball when they sleep. It is not necessary to sleep perpendicular to each other stretched out to the fullest extent possible. I also know that sticking tails straight out and having tongues hanging out the other end to maximize space is nothing but sarcasm.
For the last time, there is not a secret exit from the bathroom. If by some miracle I beat you there and manage to get the door shut, it is not necessary to claw, whine, meow, try to turn the knob or get your paw under the door and try to pull the door open. I must exit through the same door I entered. Also, I have been using the bathroom for years --canine or feline attendance is not required.
The proper order is kiss me, then go smell the other dog or cat's butt. I cannot stress this enough!
To pacify you, my dear pets, I have posted the following message on our front door:
To All Non-Pet Owners Who Visit & Like to Complain About Our Pets:
1. They live here. You don't.
2. If you don't want their hair on your clothes, stay off the furniture.
(That's why they call it "fur"niture.)
3. I like my pets a lot better than I like most people.
4. To you, it's an animal. To me, he/she is an adopted son/daughter who is short, hairy, walks on all fours and doesn't speak clearly.
Remember: Dogs and cats are better than kids because they:
A. Eat less
B. Don't ask for money all the time
C. Are easier to train
D. Normally come when called
E. Never ask to drive the car
F. Don't hang out with drug-using friends
G. Don't smoke or drink
H. Don't have to buy the latest fashions
I. Don't want to wear your clothes
J. Don't need a gazillion dollars for college, and...
K. If they get pregnant, you can sell their children.
Friday, June 23
khuda- e- aks
khuda- e- aks hai
woh asas
jo po-shida har nasl main hai
mandir, masjid, guru-dwarey
haazirr harr jism main hain
yeh dard-de dil
yeh gham- ghuffaar
badolat 'main' ke kohrain hain
zehni hisaabh
shakko- shubbha
ruhaani ibbaadat ke kaanten hain
khud- e- aks hai woh asas..
ho marr- mite jinke liye
yeh kown shaks maahir hai
jo ruhaani hi na hue
woh kiss manzar ke saahir hain
khud- e- aks hai woh asas..
jo iss lamhen
ragown main teri
mehsoos karra de
jannat ko
buland tarak tabhi paa kar
pehchaanega kown peer hai
khud- e- aks hai woh asas..
woh asas
jo po-shida har nasl main hai
mandir, masjid, guru-dwarey
haazirr harr jism main hain
yeh dard-de dil
yeh gham- ghuffaar
badolat 'main' ke kohrain hain
zehni hisaabh
shakko- shubbha
ruhaani ibbaadat ke kaanten hain
khud- e- aks hai woh asas..
ho marr- mite jinke liye
yeh kown shaks maahir hai
jo ruhaani hi na hue
woh kiss manzar ke saahir hain
khud- e- aks hai woh asas..
jo iss lamhen
ragown main teri
mehsoos karra de
jannat ko
buland tarak tabhi paa kar
pehchaanega kown peer hai
khud- e- aks hai woh asas..
Tuesday, June 20
it rained this evening!
i remember this song
rain..
feel it on the finger tips,
hear it on the window panes..
can't remember the artist
rain..
feel it on the finger tips,
hear it on the window panes..
can't remember the artist
Monday, June 19
dear lord
there are certain things which i absolutely NEED NOW
i need to go to the ocean...i miss it, i remember those enticing waters, clear blue crystal waters, the soothing sea breeze that flows through, even the smell of fish!!
oh dear i remember those good times, that little prayer which went out from my heart, with every breath that i took. how i wished it to come true as a fruit of every good karma which my soul may have stocked up till now
Friday, June 16
Thursday, June 15
Tuesday, June 13
india gate
last evening, mother nature gifted some respite to dilli walas as, it was a relatively nice weather to venture out, so i went to india gate.
for as long back as i can remember, india gate has always stood as a towering architectural reminder of two things- one,as a majestic symbol of british imperial rule over india and secondly and perhaps more importantly,as a grim reminder to the futility of war.
and yet at the same time,i have always felt baffled, regarding the symbolic metamorphosis of this colonial piece of architecture,from colonized india, to sovereign independent india... (we have witnessed quite an activity there- a-la rang de basanti style minus the dramatization of course)
earlier( like when i was in school) india gate was associated with the main structure, the amar jawaan jyoti, the handsome guards, and ofcourse the mandatory reading of the names of the jawaans as far up as possible.
but yesterday, it seemed...nay,it felt very different.i dont know what is about this place that seems to have caught the fancy of delhites. i mean, the place was so crowded that it almost seemed to loose out its charm to me.now it is more about the lawns, the pheri waalas, eatables and the other knick knacks on sale.
may it is because, delhi has so very few places which offer options for some nice, affordable family evening outs.
for as long back as i can remember, india gate has always stood as a towering architectural reminder of two things- one,as a majestic symbol of british imperial rule over india and secondly and perhaps more importantly,as a grim reminder to the futility of war.
and yet at the same time,i have always felt baffled, regarding the symbolic metamorphosis of this colonial piece of architecture,from colonized india, to sovereign independent india... (we have witnessed quite an activity there- a-la rang de basanti style minus the dramatization of course)
earlier( like when i was in school) india gate was associated with the main structure, the amar jawaan jyoti, the handsome guards, and ofcourse the mandatory reading of the names of the jawaans as far up as possible.
but yesterday, it seemed...nay,it felt very different.i dont know what is about this place that seems to have caught the fancy of delhites. i mean, the place was so crowded that it almost seemed to loose out its charm to me.now it is more about the lawns, the pheri waalas, eatables and the other knick knacks on sale.
may it is because, delhi has so very few places which offer options for some nice, affordable family evening outs.
Monday, June 12
chaddha dear
yesterday my dad had this story to tell me:
when he belonged to the age when it is ok to be young and restless, he once pillion rided the scooter of his friend who was dead drunk...one shri chaddha. so chddha sahab insissted that "only he would drive his lovely lambretta".
anyway, so thses guys were coming from delhi cantt towards naouroji nagar. half way through my poor dad began to get all jittery because "saala chaddha" was driving very very fast..so fast that he scared the spirits out of my daddy dear( my daddy strongest!!!)...
hmmm...so what is the way out of this extremely awkward situation?...my dad began to race his mental horses ..hoping to find a suaitable ..well a face saving solution so that niether does chaddha dear feel offended and dad can reach home in one piece...(chaddha was anyway notorious for being accident prone!!)and ofcourse save his pride by not becoming a laughing stock at office (chicken hearted etc)..
so my dad went into an overdrive trying to figure out a way out...and catch up with chaddha's often swerving and almost skidding wheels...
dad came with this solution: ...he requested chaddha sahab to stop because he needed to well..pee...and the cantt jungles are the best place to do that..even till today (have you been there on the ring road, anytime any spot is a urinal)...so nature's call had to be answered and well dad got off finally...phew!!! from that flying machine..and saved his ass..wished his friend good night, that from this spot, he will most conviniently catch a bus or whatever and that he the kind soul should not worry about my dad...thanx once again.
as for chaddha...he survived not only that night but many more nights of drunken driving :)
office gossip never kicked off because chaddha ji was too drunk to notice that my father had got off in middle of a jungle late at night and merrily believed that his friend conviniently reached home..well almost
when he belonged to the age when it is ok to be young and restless, he once pillion rided the scooter of his friend who was dead drunk...one shri chaddha. so chddha sahab insissted that "only he would drive his lovely lambretta".
anyway, so thses guys were coming from delhi cantt towards naouroji nagar. half way through my poor dad began to get all jittery because "saala chaddha" was driving very very fast..so fast that he scared the spirits out of my daddy dear( my daddy strongest!!!)...
hmmm...so what is the way out of this extremely awkward situation?...my dad began to race his mental horses ..hoping to find a suaitable ..well a face saving solution so that niether does chaddha dear feel offended and dad can reach home in one piece...(chaddha was anyway notorious for being accident prone!!)and ofcourse save his pride by not becoming a laughing stock at office (chicken hearted etc)..
so my dad went into an overdrive trying to figure out a way out...and catch up with chaddha's often swerving and almost skidding wheels...
dad came with this solution: ...he requested chaddha sahab to stop because he needed to well..pee...and the cantt jungles are the best place to do that..even till today (have you been there on the ring road, anytime any spot is a urinal)...so nature's call had to be answered and well dad got off finally...phew!!! from that flying machine..and saved his ass..wished his friend good night, that from this spot, he will most conviniently catch a bus or whatever and that he the kind soul should not worry about my dad...thanx once again.
as for chaddha...he survived not only that night but many more nights of drunken driving :)
office gossip never kicked off because chaddha ji was too drunk to notice that my father had got off in middle of a jungle late at night and merrily believed that his friend conviniently reached home..well almost
Sunday, June 11
as SHE makes me run
run run run..
like forrest gump
thank god
for, i am not as - dumb.
i shall run
but not from my self
yes i shall run
run through, fast and swift..
Thursday, June 8
empowered
'Empowerment is really an 'in' word these days... i mean every one is talking of being empowered - starting right from the right to vote, to present day state sponsored empowerements through affirmative action ie. the right to reservations etc.
let me make it clear at the outset that this post is surely not about raking up the issue of reservations but yes its about empowerment...
so continiung with that,the hottest item on the list of this act of empowerment is -
the knowledge and information expolsion ...empowerment through the click of a mouse, empowerment gained through the rights flowing from being a customer (customer is always right) so much for the advertising and media generated moolah...
but i ask- is it a reall choice on offer...well i have spoken earlier how this "right to know... must come along with a corresponding right to choose NOT TO KNOW... i mean i choose not to know about rahul mahajan's perasonal deatils or his escapades on the other side of the law...please have mercy on my far outstreched, over loaded attention and for heaven's sake spare me the trouble.
but as my natural proclivities insist, i have to mention about this another type of empowerment, which is largely ignored by most of us, but which to my mind is indeed the most empowering thing..
empowerment through acknowledgement of the 'now' moment- which asserts the reality-that the past is over and the future does not exist
all one has is the now moment. that present is the only moment in which i can actually do something, when i am truly in control..empowered to work towards a desired objective...and that this is the only truth 'cause no one has seen the future and that the past is exactly there-in the past.
let me make it clear at the outset that this post is surely not about raking up the issue of reservations but yes its about empowerment...
so continiung with that,the hottest item on the list of this act of empowerment is -
the knowledge and information expolsion ...empowerment through the click of a mouse, empowerment gained through the rights flowing from being a customer (customer is always right) so much for the advertising and media generated moolah...
but i ask- is it a reall choice on offer...well i have spoken earlier how this "right to know... must come along with a corresponding right to choose NOT TO KNOW... i mean i choose not to know about rahul mahajan's perasonal deatils or his escapades on the other side of the law...please have mercy on my far outstreched, over loaded attention and for heaven's sake spare me the trouble.
but as my natural proclivities insist, i have to mention about this another type of empowerment, which is largely ignored by most of us, but which to my mind is indeed the most empowering thing..
empowerment through acknowledgement of the 'now' moment- which asserts the reality-that the past is over and the future does not exist
all one has is the now moment. that present is the only moment in which i can actually do something, when i am truly in control..empowered to work towards a desired objective...and that this is the only truth 'cause no one has seen the future and that the past is exactly there-in the past.
Tuesday, June 6
a must check
this one book is worth checking. its titled. 'he is not that into you'.... i mean seriously
Monday, June 5
vrrrrrrrrroom.
hey !!! i think cars speak volumes about an owner's personality.....so which bracket do i fit in??
umm..not this one for sure.....
Sunday, June 4
me..myself..mine..
sometimes i feel things exist in concentric circles.. i mean nothing is ever patterned as linear...for instance this world is flat ---we all can see it but then we all know that it is not- right?
this atleast proves that whatever we see (or percieve from our sense perceptions) per se, is not really for sure the truth...the absolute truth -minus all and any dross (in simple hindi it means-'khot').
somewhat similiarly, this world of relationships that we live in...they all exist in a huge, big ,inter- connected, complex matrix like circle/s and everything is just such a big fruitless run that we all are just running round and round in circles thinking we have found the answers of our lives..what i need ..i know what i want..i know this is the thing for me.. and stuff...
and one day when all of it will be over we may just remember this age old proverb:
'if youth would and age could'
this atleast proves that whatever we see (or percieve from our sense perceptions) per se, is not really for sure the truth...the absolute truth -minus all and any dross (in simple hindi it means-'khot').
somewhat similiarly, this world of relationships that we live in...they all exist in a huge, big ,inter- connected, complex matrix like circle/s and everything is just such a big fruitless run that we all are just running round and round in circles thinking we have found the answers of our lives..what i need ..i know what i want..i know this is the thing for me.. and stuff...
and one day when all of it will be over we may just remember this age old proverb:
'if youth would and age could'
so who is this rahul mahajan???/
frankly speaking i dont care what this mahajan junior is up to...i mean give him a break if the guy had or did'nt have dope or champagne, or a concoction- its his life..why bother us with all the nonsensical stuff, who had it who gave what to whom.....
give me a break!
yeah did anyone btw, know that it has been raining incessantly in UP and Orissa and that many human lives have been lost...that a part of our country...Assam (remember its at the other end of our country) has been flooded again...well its flooded each year...and yes that mumbai is back to square one and the rains of last year have had no learning lessons for the local municipality.
then again who is this rahul mahajan???
give me a break!
yeah did anyone btw, know that it has been raining incessantly in UP and Orissa and that many human lives have been lost...that a part of our country...Assam (remember its at the other end of our country) has been flooded again...well its flooded each year...and yes that mumbai is back to square one and the rains of last year have had no learning lessons for the local municipality.
then again who is this rahul mahajan???
kya kahoon?...
Its a riot of emotions these days- suddenly things which have been great mysteries for me are unfolding …. Making their presence felt …..
pata nahin, it feels that as if the whole universe is upto something.....bent upon proving a point with me....perhaps
pata nahin, it feels that as if the whole universe is upto something.....bent upon proving a point with me....perhaps
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