Tuesday, December 25, 2007


Though miles come between us,

and distance keeps us apart,

Nothing can ever change

The love inside my heart....

I may not be there with you,

Every minute of the day,

But you're always here with me,

In at least a thousand ways.

Whether it be a thought,

Or a moment that we've shared,

It only takes a second

To get from here to there....

Though I cannot really feel

You here at my side,

It's always nice to know,

I've got these memories in my mind.


Monday, December 17, 2007


What shall I say, how should I weep...
All I want to do is to snooze off to a life long sleep...

A sleep that'll patch all the shattered pieces of my mind...
A sleep that'll mend all the ruptured pieces of my heart...

I didn't want to be this person who'd judge you by your doings...
See you in the eye and find someone else's reflection...

We've had our differences; we've had our gaps...
But we made it work and we've finally arrived...

Arrived to a place where we hesitate to comfort each other...
Holding each other’s hand yet feeling strangers....

I will kill to get that same feeling back again...
The feeling that made me feel that the world was right...
The feeling of having you besides me will save me from all the worlds smite...

That beautiful illusion is fading away...
You hand is also slipping away...

Now is the time to think what went wrong and what was right...
Before the night falls and we say goodnight....


Thursday, December 06, 2007

Partners in Crime

For all the time, I have known you,
you have been my confidence and strength,
my guidance and my friend.
For all the times I have known u,
you were always there to help me,
to support me no matter what.
And I can't begin to tell you,
how much I appreciate that!!!

You showed me how to live,
the way I wanted always to be.
You showed me to follow my dreams
You told me to be true to my self
You made me what I am today
I will always love you for as long as I live

Coz you have not only been on my side
but been my best friend.
Today and always


Monday, November 26, 2007


You looked in to my eyes
I couldn’t control myself
I just had to smile

The feelings were there
Inside my heart
I wanted to walk with you
I couldn’t bear to part
But something stopped me
I tripped over a stone
I looked up
And found myself ALONE .

I maybe heartbroken...
But I ain't sad.
On the fast track to get my life back.
Got a pen and a notepad
To note down what went wrong in all of that
but there is only one conclusion I got so far
After clearing up all the mud and the tar
I see that I gave in to everything you said
Making me look like a fool believing in all that crap...

I wanted to share whatever I had with you.
Thinking that it'll grow as long as we're true (to each other)
to each other’s feelings we'll respect and care
Not leaving behind one another in this world's fair

But reality broke it down to me
I was getting nothing but lies and deceit
Shall I frown or pass this as a mistake
That you didn't know I raised the stakes
Cause I wanted it to last not fall apart in the middle
Didn’t want it to sound like a difficult riddle
but if its then I don't mind
Cause I might be heartbroken but I ain't loosing my mind...


Thursday, November 15, 2007

Why does love come to me like pain

Why does love come to me like pain?
Why does love come to me like strain?

All my life love seemed to me a gain...
All my life I ran to catch this train...
All I got was a stormy rain...
All that I never wanted was this sweet sensitive pain!!!

Still I enjoy this pain
To be alive for this pain

For in this pain, ecstasy I gain
Don’t know why it makes me sane.
It takes me to an altitude unknown
I drift above the clouds, above all that most people feign.

There I meet my love in solace
and we are together again.
Ceasing to exist is the pain
numbness descends and reigns

But still my heart is not to be tame
It wants the endless beauty, pleasure and fame
That neither the sky, nor the clouds help me gain.

Its just you who can help me gain
It’s you who makes me sane

Why does love come to me like pain
Again & Again & Again & Again?


Monday, November 05, 2007

My Last Mile

Carry me softly,
Carry me fast.
Take me home to night at last.
Into the unknown, dark and deep.
Away from promises I didn’t keep.

Come silently,
Come while am awake.
Show me my friend your naked face.
Before you take me to a place unknown,
As I leave the shores of a place called home.

And I have lived.
I have lived it through.
To my old eyes now,
The world aint new.
I know these faces, I know these eyes,
And I can tell tears from fake smiles.
I’m old school now, I know how it’s done.
I knew I missed the starting gun.
Its been too hard, its been a while,
Still, Head high, I walk my last mile


Thursday, October 25, 2007

Reflections from the road

Hot wind tore through my face, passing onto my eyes the grime and dust that it was carrying. I adjusted my position, though I knew it wouldn’t make any difference to the sun scorching my back. Images and movements zipped past me, as fast as the thoughts that ran through my mind. The numbness in my fingers had already started creeping up my wrists, my palms screamed for respite. I moved my buttocks a little, the muscles of my thighs and calves tightened and twisted in pain for that second. I was enjoying it, feeling as if I stood outside of my body sensing every muscle's tension and pressure, absorbing every detail of pain that my body was undergoing. It was unfair that only sinners go to hell.

I was in one of my mood swings. That crazy pendulum in my mind never stops moving. Plunging my mind into glory one moment and darkness in the other. Something had happened that morning, something that had made that pendulum swing to the wrong side. I cut through the events, like a coroner’s knife in an autopsy. Ripping and cutting out events and people, scanning them and finally discarding them. As in the past that elusive moment that triggered my mood remained elusive.

My vision cleared and I saw red. My leg instinctively pressed the brake; a painful left hand squeezed the clutch just in time to keep the ignition running. The throb of the engine slowly made sense to my body, throbbing and vibrating in sync with my body. My back was aching and I stretched, making my chest and hip go taut with relief. I saw green, I felt myself being propelled. Clearly outlined images morphed into a haze of colors and time began to slow down again.

To lead a life without purpose, without goal and without conviction seemed such an unfair thing to do with yourself. Existence for the sake of its name remained in the plane of the lowest order solely because it held no purpose. I had gone through that stage once, not knowing what to do. Imagining that events will unfold by themselves and guide you through the perils of life. I did not 'grow' out of that stage simply because the mind stops growing after a point of time. I simply reflected on my thoughts and observed my senses reacting to each of those thoughts. I realized that to be told what you want is in itself the greatest sin man can commit.

If achieving one's purpose gives happiness shouldn’t everybody be doing that? One question that hits me in my solar plexus every time. I fail to breathe in the coherency of this question every damn time. The numbness in my wrists had crept to my chests and my shoulders. It was sheer torture not knowing the answer to questions that undermine man's ability and strength of purpose.

I don’t know how long it lasts every time, and I don’t remember how frequent it changes. But I remember enjoying the pain every time. It jolts my brain back to reality, to the truth. The truth that men must not just exist but live. And when we start living, the need to help another person fades into oblivion. The sewers of the world will then get filled with sympathy, compassion, helplessness. Every man must free himself from society, from the bonding of compromise. His skill, his passion for excellence and his relentless pursuit of fulfilling his purpose will dispel the so called light of humanity. One word that has been twisted and torn into pieces, losing the very soul of its meaning. If making a person feel better about his lack of ability or to console a person into existence for his lack of control over his emotions is being humanitarian then to hell with humanity. If licking somebody's boots and making him feel good about himself is the only way for man to make money, to hell with making money.

The drone of humanity subdues the voices of true men. He need not be heard by all, just one would be enough. If just one man in my lifetime realizes the vanity of his existence I would have achieved part of my purpose. The numbness was complete, my vision had blurred beyond recoup. Flashes of light flew along, cold and warm air hitting me alternately as I moved under flyovers. I realized I would be quelled; I would be torn by the mass of bodies that believed in mere existence of body n pleasure. They will fight me and they will cut me into so many pieces that none of it would make sense to the men who wanted to live. My mind whirred suddenly, throwing that balancing liquid in the middle of my ear off-balance. My vision cleared and I did not see red nor did I see green. I saw White, pure and beautiful with big glass windows turning slowly. My mind was screaming for me to hit the brakes, but my legs wouldn’t respond. They just existed numbed by humanity, my arms always a step ahead had actually embraced it. But the fact that man's mind will never fall prey to it made me breathe with relief. The mind had won, and I was proud of it. I closed my eyes, sinking into the victory, liberating myself from a world that I could not change.


Monday, October 15, 2007

The Greatest Enigma

As beautiful in the rains as the sun shining bright
Her smile breaks a thousand hearts…
Her grace launches a thousand ships.
Her eyes are portal to mysteries...
The depths of which elude the best of men.
Her love is boundless....her wrath without cure.
She can lift you with her strides, her wink, her protective embrace...
Yet she is fragile, nay & delicate.
Like a flower on a Sunday morning.
She is a touch-me-not, approach her with caution...
For retreat is a step away.
Make her feel special and she is yours for life...and more.
She is a little gift from god, wrapped in layers.....
Each day I peel something more....
Each day I see something new.
If words could describe her...she shan't be my girl.
An angel without wings...the patron of my poor heart.


Friday, October 05, 2007


Lots of times I kind of guffaw at all this goal setting stuff. People ask, "What are your goals?" and it seems like whoever can list the most goals wins. All they are doing is telling all the things they want but they may never get there. What people really need to ask is, "What will you do to make sure you reach your goals?" Having these goals will help motivate you to do something.

Anyway, let me tell you what this goal business is all about. It's actually pretty neat. There are three main steps to getting to where you want to go.

First, there’s the dream.
We do this all the time. However, sit down and write it out. By writing it you will get a better idea of where you really want to go. Think about how you would like to be. Imagine yourself at the end of the quarter or the end of the year or maybe in five years. What do you see? How do people see you? What are you doing? Are you successful? How do you know?

I'll give you an example. This is my first year away at college and away from home. I hope my first year is a good one. I really want to have as good an experience at college as possible. I'd like to do pretty well with grades and I really hope my parents are proud of me. I'm going to really miss my little sister. I hope a year from now she and I have as good a relationship as we do now. In fact, I hope I still have a good relationship with all my high school friends. I also hope to go on a Spring break someplace.

Well, that's kind of my dream. A dream is just that, it's a vision of the future, of how you see yourself in the future. Once you know the direction you want to go than you can begin working on some goals.

Second comes the goal.
Goals are "wants". So are dreams, but goals are more specific. Look back at your dreams. Start a list of specific things you want. Be really clear what you mean. If you want to be rich, tell how much money you need to be rich. If you want good grades, tell what you mean by "good" grades. In fact, the more specific the goal is, the easier it will be to get it. Now there are some rules for setting goals, and here they are.

Goals are always things you want. They are never things you don't want.
Right: I want to stay at my current weight.
Wrong: I don't want to gain weight.
Goals need to be specific. Tell exactly what you mean. Give numbers and times. Don't use words like "lots" and "more". Tell exactly what you want.
Be realistic. Ask yourself if it is possible. Yea, winning the lottery is possible but it's not realistic.
I'll give you my example. I look back at my dream and then start to really think about what I want.

My Goals
I want an "A" in each of my journal.
I want to keep a good relationship with my sister.
I want to keep in touch with my friends.
I want to be involved at the U.
These are just some of my goals but you get the idea.

Third are the objectives.
This is the neat stuff. So far, all we have is a wish list. This is where the action takes place. Objectives are the things we do to get our wants. If I look forward to being independent in college (dream) and I want a car (goal) and I save money (objective) now I can buy a car and I've fulfilled my dream!!

Now, again there are some rules. Keep in mind that objectives are things you will DO.
Objectives are very specific. They tell exactly what you will do and when you will do it.
When you think about what you will do, make a commitment to it. Objectives are written: I WILL ... Don't use words like "try or maybe" Very bad words to use.
Be sure your objectives can be measured. Every day or every week I can say, "Did you do this?" and you answer with either a yes or a no. Don't leave room for maybes.
OK time for more examples. I said I want a "B" in each journal. My objectives are:

I will go to every class every day.
I will sit in the middle of the class.
I will re-read my notes from every class everyday.
I will begin every assignment the day it is given.
Goal: I want to be involved at the U.

My objectives are:

I will meet my professor in his/her office the 1st week of college.
I will join a student club or organization.
Well, you get the idea. Each of my objectives is specific and each one can be measured. If I do all my objectives there is a pretty good chance I will get what I want which will then mean I'll fulfill my dream. When you do this, write it out; it will be easier for you.

To sum it up

Do you have the Belief and Desire to achieve your Goals and Targets
Then be sure that Success will kiss your Feet but you need to work hard to achieve it.
Make it Happen and Just Go for it!!!
Dedications and Efforts never go in Vain.
Either you get what you desire else you get the Experience.
Never Loose Hopes....Only if you believe in yourself others will push you in a positive manner else you'll be surrounded by the negative thoughts.
If you can’t achieve something single handedly, be a Team Player.
Courageous Persons are always Admired for Winning else for Trying.
So Try but Don’t Cry!!!You will never be spoon fed throughout your life, so you need to grab the opportunity when it’s close to you.
Rightly said “Opportunity Never Knocks Twice "I would like to say:"
To Succeed be DIFFERENT, be DARING and be there FIRST!!! "
" It is not because things are Difficult that we do not Dare, It is because we do not Dare because they are Difficult”


Thursday, September 27, 2007

Friend - One word for " I'll be there for you "

Each of us has a hidden place
Somewhere deep within ourselves, to get away,
Somewhere deep within ourselves;
a place where we go to think things through,
to be alone, to be ourselves.

This unique place, where we confront our deepest feelings,
Becomes a storehouse of all our hopes,
all our needs, all our dreams, And even our unspoken fears.
It encompasses the essence of who we are
and what we want to be.

But now and then, whether by chance or design,
Someone discovers a way into that place we thought was ours alone.
And we allow that person to see,
to feel and to share all the reason,
all the uncertainty and all the emotion we've stored up there.

That person adds new perspective to our hidden realm,
Then quietly settles down in his own corner of
our special place, Where a bit of himself will stay forever.
And we call that person a friend

One of my very good friends sent this to me yesterday morning. Going through this made me realize a lot of things. What if all your friends turned you away? Or perhaps if they act like they just don’t care about your life or problems anymore?
Friends are one of the strangest things that you can ever have. Without friends you limit your life and experiences to only that which takes place in your immediate family - boring for most. But with friends you can find more enjoyment but sometimes complications and frustration in life.

As I sit here at my desk writing this today, I feel compelled to define what a friend really is. Everyday we meet new people. Sometimes they leave a good impression, and other times a bad one. However, a friend is supposed to be someone you stick around because they enlighten you. That is what makes them a friend and not just an acquaintance. You like being around that person. Otherwise you are just spending time around the individual to receive something. Perhaps money or social status; the list goes on and on. A friend doesn’t need anything but your presence.

Find yourself in a bad mood? A good friend usually has a type of connection with you, even a rapport to catch on and notice this. Other people may notice your emotion, but not care to help better your discomfort. A friend will help you the best they know how.
Ever really screwed up? I am not talking about a simple mistake. Perhaps you did something really outrageous and mean to your friend. If you are intelligent enough to learn from your mistakes, your friend should too. This enforces the unconditional bond you and your friends should have. A friend is unconditional.

So you might find your life at what seems like a fork in the road. Your life seems to be going down hill. Part of the decision you have to make is evaluating the people around you. Take a good look at your friends. How do they make you feel? Do they bring out the best in you?

Don’t immediately push a friend away purely based on evaluation. Give them a second chance. If they are a good friend, they’d do the same.


Friday, September 14, 2007

Plain Lucky!!!

There are times when man seems to be guided by the stars. Nevertheless, there are other times that seem to lead him through pain and misfortune. Is this a punishment? Is this destiny? Or is this what we commonly call luck? Spiritual science says that man has an inner force of an active inner will in himself and for himself. In other words, man has a creative interaction, which he forms and gets affected by. An example is “self esteem”. He appreciates himself and that appreciation affects what he thinks about himself. The force of his thought allows, in a certain way that he can condition the events so that his own life can be conducted in the expression of cause and effect. Therefore, there is neither such destiny, nor such luck. This clearly indicates that there is a proposal of life that becomes our own feelings and thoughts. As we think and as we feel, we recreate the next moment to live.

But this does not mean that man has the absolute power since man is not the only one in the universe. Each one of his actions has an answer in the universe. This is the interaction of both, which has the result of what we call:” Destiny” or” Luck “. But man is the one who forges his path .To think that the events come from nowhere is to forget the force of the thought, the inner reason of the spirit of man.

It is better to understand that a communion of reasons and functions exist, which have to do with our own convictions, with what we have solved or have not been able to solve. Then, there is no such luck, nor such destiny, since it is the product of our own, to do or not to do. Actions will always bring consequences and these consequences depend on the heart of man and his relationship with the universe, since they have a reason and purpose. To think about luck would be not to know the purpose of the Love of God towards all men. There is no chance but there is always a consequence found in the principle of a cause, and thus until arriving to the spiritual awakening, when man is capable of surrendering his will to the Creator and when this happens, the harmony and balance will always be perfect.

In many ways, your most treasured dream is, even now, close enough to touch. If it seems distant, that's only because you imagine it to be.
To reach your dream completely will of course take time and effort. Yet you can begin to reach for it at this very moment, if you so choose.
The value of a dream does not reside in the moment of attainment, but rather in the process of attainment. And that process can begin right now.
Whatever your dream may be, the most valuable part of it is the opportunity for you to live with a purpose. That value can be yours as soon as you are ready to live it.
Think of the most magnificent, ambitious, meaningful dream you can imagine for yourself and your world. Just thinking about it begins the process of making it real, and gets the value flowing from that dream into your life.
Your most treasured dream is, today, close enough to touch. Reach out, touch it, and hold on tightly as you make it more and more real with each passing moment.

Luck is what happens when preparation meets opportunity.
Everything in life is luck
Luck never gives; it only lends.
Luck is what you have left over after you give 100 percent.
It's hard to detect good luck - it looks so much like something you've earned
Luck never made a man wise

I say… Luck is a Phrase used for motivation... and not in existence at all…


Wednesday, September 05, 2007

Simply Bangalored !!!

I came to Bangalore for my job in MindTree. I was piqued to blog about the city, so I scribbled it on a notepad. The time here has almost come to an end, and as usual I'm bad in post operative care meaning I forgot to host the post. Now after long, I got reminded of hosting this post. So here it goes...

The day, I came to Bangalore, I was full of dreams and faith. And those dreams came true, and it happened in the dream city of every IT guy - The Silicon City - Bangalore. Bangalore welcomed me with open arms (pun intended). But I really want to thank Bangalore for beautiful changes in my life.

Bangalore - the garden city has become a complete IT city today with lots many IT companies in every nook and corner. Evergreen weather of Bangalore attracts so many people towards it. The land of Kannadigaas keeps a strong hold on culture and stands first in modernization. The lovely Monday traffic kicks off the week with the dreams of coming weekend. This city’s movie mania also astonishes you, when people come on roads to fight with God on natural death of a superstar or when you find that people are so crazy on a film like "Sivaji". And the good thing is you never have too many problems because of language. In fact, if you know few words like "Maadi", "Bega", "Illa", "Gottilla" then you can survive in Bangalore easily. As being a miser person [in opinion of my roomies…it’s a common opinion I share with each one of them….for us every roomie of ours is a miser J], I feel that Bangalore is very expensive. In Bangalore, you may find good south Indian food (if that suits your taste). Normal hotels cheat you on the name of north Indian food by giving Maida Naan/Roti instead of Wheat Chapatti.

How much ever prejudiced one may be with Bombay, as is the case with me, you can't keep away from appreciating the city that Bangalore is. Keeping aside one aspect TRAFFIC congestion (which I'd not write about here), the city is awesome. Greenery all around... huge trunks lining up almost every road. Having forgotten what it means to feel the shade of a tree, living in Bombay, amidst increasing concrete blocks built as if with an intention to take revenge on trees in the city; the unending canopies of Bangalore brought a sense of inexplicable happiness.

The city is filled with parks; one at every bend and the pavements on either side of every other road are lined up with tall trees. Parks not in the sense of show case parks of Bandra, these are used for their true purpose. Starting from less than a year old toddler to octogenarian couples you see people of all ages enjoying the ambience taking rounds on the walk-way, playing shuttle while some helping their kids walk or just simply sitting in groups and chatting. I wonder what percentage of parks in Bombay ever lived up to such purpose. Also I observed that Bangalore is a city for the people, unlike Bombay where people are for the city. I observed extensive sign boards, explaining the streets and cross roads all around the city making it possible for a newcomer to come and stop by right at the door step of the destination he is looking for(unless he gets confused with the crosses, mains and blocks). Here in Bombay, I doubt if even a single colony has such route map guidance.

I have learnt from this city that we should feel proud for the land we belong to(Kuch bhi ho Aamchi Mumbai rox). There is no harm in speaking language, which you are comfortable with. There should be always a passion for our own culture and land.
To sum it up, this city is very beautiful, makes your dream true if you have patience. I wish people keep it green as it is today, and we should always be able to say that "Namma green city, Namma Bengaluru".

The times I had in Bangalore would not have been possible without the best set of roomies I had.....Arun(janavar), Gautam(laloo), Parag(pragi), Sreenivas(chini) and Vaibhav(doggie)....Thanks guys


Thursday, August 23, 2007


Being a Capricorn, I’ve never had much fun with decisions. Astrologically-inclined friends and family have never been amiss to point this out to me. But as I’ve matured, I’ve found big, life-crunching decisions usually unravel themselves before me more easily than simple, stupid ones, such as choosing cheese or butter on that Pav Bhaji.

Now, I’m faced with multiple decisions based upon the self-assembling blueprint of my life, which has always seemed tumultuous but now seems torn anew between different places and different energy forces.

I came to Bangalore to reclaim myself, not to find myself, as many have done. I was found before and simply got off track, and I needed a place away from loved ones, in a place where the sun sets instead of rising over the ocean, to prevent myself from further derailment. And I have made excellent headway in doing so. For the first time in a very long period of self-absence I finally feel like myself again. I’m truly happy here among friends new and old, mountains and hills, rain and sunshine. Why, then, do I even consider leaving such happiness?

For most of those who come here to find themselves, Bangalore is a transitory place, fleeting at best, a place where memories are deposited and retrieved as quickly as raw materials en route to Chinese assembly lines. I do not feel this way. Every other place I have known was transitory: Delhi, which changes with every political ebb and flow; Pune, which eager souls can endure for only a year or two before burnout. Instead, I came here because I felt it was like home, and everything I have experienced thus far has seemed to justify that. Despite opportunities arising in other locales I sometimes never considered this move to be temporary, just sort of a mental repositioning. Now, with my departure imminent to face those other opportunities, I worry that I am leaving exactly the sort of thing I came to find to return to exactly the sort of thing I meant to get away from. I never doubt that I can find opportunities wherever I may be, and while I’m not one to burn bridges, it seems fitting that this is one of the two places where I may belong right now.

There are many decisions to make in the next few days, but one thing bears mentioning: everyone here who is not from here has a story, a story for how they ended up here. When leaving felt so certain, I thought my eventual return would not be a story worthy of bearing repetition. Now I feel like I finally have my story.

On another point, someone shared a terrific insight with me today - lots of insights, actually - but one specifically relates to an earlier post of mine: why are the very young and very old the easiest and most interesting sort of people to talk to? The answers lay within their respective souls and alignment with the cycle of life; the very young are closest to birth, the very old closest to death. Thus, they have both the most insightful and innocent of all of life’s observations.


Monday, August 13, 2007

FREEDOM...Does it Exist?????

I saw this particular article on a website of a leading daily which talks about people giving their own views about freedom. I know anyways my article is never going to be featured there. So let me put it right here on my own blog.

To start with, “What is freedom?”. Isn’t that a strange question??? You may be wondering what is wrong with me and why I have become so patriotic. Even I don’t know why, but every year this time round I end up writing something like this.

To tell you the truth I really don’t know what freedom is. To realize what freedom is, you must first be in a position to not have it. But thankfully we have been blessed with freedom. We were born in a free country. Our parents gave us total freedom to do whatever we wished.

I took up a profession of my choice. Unlike some of my compatriots who took a particular profession because they had no other choice or their parents forced them, I have been actually blessed.
Now since I have very little idea to what freedom really is I don’t really feel all that confident about blabbing about it, although this blog is meant for that purpose only :). But I feel that independence is about doing what you wish to without hurting or pushing others in the course of your life. Probably in the pre 1947 era our ancestors struggled because there was a barrier for Indians to do everything.

Indians were not allowed in certain coaches or clubs or schools. There was this British club which used to write, "Indians and Dogs not Allowed". Guess where racism has its roots.
To say that we were not racist is technically not correct. We had the so called caste based system in place of the race based system. That’s the same wine in a different bottle.

After 60 years of political abolishment of all these practices, it’s sad to see that people are more inclined towards being called of a certain caste than not. Caste culture has been fueled further by our government. Probably the same government which at one point in history wanted all Indians to move together is classifying people. The Gurjar violence is an offshoot of this seed of caste based reservation.

The closest I have come to not having freedom has been but for Reservation. Well, when I was in Engineering College and I paid close to 50k as fees because I could not get a rank good enough for free seat in an A grade college. But then I saw that I had a classmate who paid less than 10k. I used to reach college by bus while that fellow used to ride his car to college. He was definitely no more brilliant than me nor did he have a rank better than mine. So what did he have…..you would know that.
So am I really blessed with freedom or is it an illusion strong enough to make me believe that I am independent.

Maybe when we ban the caste system or maybe when the government stops using it as election material.
Till then, Freedom is for sure not full. Incompetent people holding important posts based on caste and creed will only lead to complex web of corruption.
There may come a day when all this gets eliminated, till then lets do our bit to remove it which has been ingrained in our system.

Jai Hind.


Thursday, August 02, 2007



A soothing cool breeze...
bright but pleasant crescent moon light...
riding on this marvelous flying carpet...
to a far far away palace,
over the glittering waters of the winding river ..
mesmerizing fragrance of exotic flowers..

Sitting comfortably next to world's lovely princess..
holding hands, saying those sweet nothings..
smiling and giggling together...
eating and singing merrily..
joking and teasing...
dreaming and imagining coming future!

Your head on her lap...
her fingers running though your hair..
you play with her fingers and her long beautiful hair..

ooooh! and just drifting off to sleep .. looking at her smiling face...

And waking up early in morning..
finding her asleep next to you..
(she looks even more lovely now!)

you keep on enjoying the beauty..
still on the carpet.. reaching the palace at noon,
you continue to play with her hair..

The sun slowly rises from your behind...
you find her even more sweet and adorable..
with a child like innocent smile she wakes up rubbing her eyes slowly..
and with a twinkle in her eyes
she is so happy to wake up next to you..

And that’s it you get the best gift in the world... a heavenly smile and a very affectionate hug!

She asks you to lie back with your hand streched... and uses it as her pillow...
nose to nose.. she is looking directly in your eyes.... and the time literally slows down!!
you can feel your and her heart beating faster than ever yet the breath slowing down its pace...
you both breathe together ...
and feel your and her breath are one...

Still you can see the oceans in her deep eyes.. and its all the more fantastic becuase of her smile...

The once high speed beating heart slows down too... and time just freezes!
there is this ecstasy that takes over and...
you can feel her deep breaths on your face, on your lips...

Heaven is that feeling and so would be that passionate kiss..

You close your eyes...
As you wonder how you would feel the touch of her lips on yours...

Rain starts to fall in like a storm!
There is a huge noise... You expect that it’s thunder!


Its worse!

well ..
you open your eyes in regret!
and of course!
you find yourself totally drenched & wet!

You wish to you "good bye" she had said
but you find yourself
with someone with empty bucket,
Totally in mess,
in your own totally wet bed!

"WAKE UP!" is what u hear,
echo in your ears!
Of course you are wide awake!



Well I leave my imagination here..
and you may continue if you want...
or very well give it a break!


Saturday, July 21, 2007

Imagination - Time for Yourself

Right now I imagine a quite common night and morning after.
It’s no action-movie, just something that will come true someday:

One night when I don’t have sleep once again, I sit in my room - wow, actually the whole colorful house is mine! There’s actually no music playing, but in my imagination I can hear someone belting out tunes.

I’ve been up, been up... just no sleep and its ok for me! I don’t have to go to work the next day, so it’s perfect to waste time in my night.

It’s almost 3AM. I look silently towards the door. He he, NO - today she won’t step in at 3 in order to come and shout: ´You, owl! Owl! Go to bed! ´
At that moment it also comes to my mind that she won’t never ever complain about my eating- or dressing habits, either!
It’s good to know that you have a caring mom - but she has realized, that you are a grown-up now, who CAN live without much sleep, meat, and warmer cap.

Then, out of the blue I notice, that during previous thoughts I’ve managed to paint a picture. This one is REAL, a really good work, not like the ones from past efforts!
I drink Coffee, as much as I want, and no one tells me that if a person has about 10 tiny cups a day, the brains are going to act so that one day you will be found like an idiot.... I pour myself another cup of Coffee.

And you know what - I must have been falling to sleep at some point, because I see myself opening the eyes again - I feel fresh, my hair look fine, I’m all so fired up and that’s when I decide to write this thing - IMAGINATION.

Imagination - The ability to confront and deal with reality by using the creative power of the mind; resourcefulness: handled the problems with great imagination.

An imagination is something that twists the tongue. The thing that takes you beyond life itself brings a fascination of the world to the mind. Makes the unreal become a vision of the future itself, takes one person and makes them fly through the sky of their very mind.
Twisting and turning around corners of the mind, to create that of dreams itself. Take one world, the world where magic clashes with the lands, taking a soul and winding it around others hearts; making everything beyond the truth itself, and turn it into the unforeseen, the thing you want to see. The mind is always flowing with the thoughts, even in the end of time...

Imagination is something really personal to each and every person. However, there are those, which people share with you, and you can share with them.
It is about time that the description is changed as the world of imagination has become the world of constant and that is not what imagination is...

Remember the time when anything would stimulate our imagination into intense imaginative 'Humbug'!! AND I say Humbug because this word has played with my imagination TOO LONG
Revisit the time when everything was open for imagination; the dark night, the painting of a horse in the living room, Grandfather’s walking Stick... Rivers... Sea... Fire...
Let’s see if we have not LOST it... I am trying to IMAGINE.

Imagination comes out of aspiration... and one could try and feel what it would feel like if he had done some particular thing. There’s nothing wrong in imagining, because there is actually no correlation between imagination and reality. Reality is completely dependent on the zeal of a person to achieve what he aspires, where as imagination is just the time that he spends to derive joy...
Well, that is one part of it
For example, imagination in the other sense could be what artists do; they imagine something by themselves and try to transform it on canvas.
Had their imagination not been strong enough, they would not have turned their canvas to a wonderful painting
So it’s always good to know what you can do and imagining things can only encourage you to do that.

What you say can be accepted to an extent but, nothing works without imagination; the human mind is made that way and it’s innate in us to imagine something as and when we think about it
Imagination is always stronger than reality; reality is shadowed by real living factors and imagination is all in your control

One cannot live in imagination but till the time you are there it is a living heaven for all

I wish we all had the means to live in imagination and all my efforts in life are directed towards converting my IMAGINATION to REALITY and controlling the distance between them..........


Tuesday, July 10, 2007

Silence - Another aspect of ME

Last night was one of those times I often ramble and write. But I didn’t feel like writing, I didn’t know what to say. Sometimes I don’t know what to think let alone why I’m thinking it. There is something about that time of night when everyone else is asleep, you’ve gotten home in one piece and had dinner, and the day seems like an age ago. It clears my mind to think beyond the last 24 hours and the next 24 to come.

Lately I’ve been really unsettled and not quite sure why. Ideally (because we all imagine what our ideal selves would do) I would sit myself down and have a heart to heart about what I’m scared of, too scared of to even say, and what I should do to fix it, hide it, or forget about it. But I haven’t done that, I’m not sure why. Possibly, because it’s one of those things so ingrained in me that it’s easier to not think about it and pretend it will go away.

So last night, I felt lonely, in my own way. Being needy is something I hate and I’m scared of. It makes me agitated. It’s like I’m looking and waiting for something and not really knowing what, but deep down inside, I know what it is, I’m just too scared to say it. As I sat there and talked to a friend on the other side of the world, I found myself asking him for answers to my questions. Using him, in my own way, as a sounding board, a chance to write what I am thinking at the moment.

I pour my soul out to the internet. I sit here and tell people things I’ve never told my friends. I’ve made friends so close, talked for 10 hours straight, heard intimate secrets. At that moment, I feel closer to that person than anyone else. It is funny how thoughts form in your head, but sound so different when they manage to escape.

When I was younger, friends were the type to come and go, and though you may grow close, the relationships ebb and flow, sometimes, I don’t really know them and sometimes they don’t know me.

With these people in our lives, for a moment, we can completely understand each other. But I harbor the knowledge that tomorrow, we will change, move on, be different and that closeness will be lost. Is it possible to find someone as committed to changing with me as I am to them? I don’t really know, but I suppose I’ll keep my eye out.

I had all these things to say, but no words to say them. Last night, words left me and I fluttered through ideas and words with seemingly no meaning. In fact, having enjoyed many discussions among friends, people who have read what I write always say I write better than I talk. Maybe my brain is just slow and I need to collect my words in order to sound witty. Or maybe it’s because when I sit there in front of someone in real time, a million thoughts go through my mind, censoring, altering, predicting. Here, I say everything I need to, erase anything I don’t, and serve it up as a single course.

I’m going to think about what needs to be thought, for the benefit of my sanity. Maybe I will let you know when I sort it out. But that’s exactly what I’m stuck on. Why do I feel like I need to sort things out alone?


Tuesday, July 03, 2007

Lost thought.

There are so many thoughts on my mind..

So many things I wish to find..

But I'm so lost for words tonight..

I just can't seem to think of what is wrong and what is right..

Everything is so confusing.. So messed up..

But maybe it just isn’t enough for me to be fed up..

The right seems wrong.. And the wrong seems so full of delight..

Its this unstoppable feeling I can't really fight..

Or maybe I just don't want to..

'Cuz as weird as it sounds.. I like what I'm going through..

It's like all my thoughts are covered in ice cold frost..

But it has to melt..And I have to feel the way I once felt..

Snapping back to reality..Back to the world full of lies and cruelty..

My heart sinks into the endless pit of pain and agony


Thursday, June 21, 2007

What Makes A Mother?

She is the tenderness personified,
She is the patience personalized..

She makes the world bright making your heart enthrall,
She makes everything insight being a pal..

She is the Creator and the Survivor,
She is the Weaver and the Savior,
She does feel a quiver and needs a pamper..

She guides you and moulds you,
She eases you as well teases you,
She is your “MOTHER” she loves you…

A girl, who learns things as she grows, goes out in the world from a family in which no one thought of going further, comes out to be the best...
She goes to a new place; brightens it up... makes it more meaningful...

Then a phase comes when she gets to know that she will be playing a new role... that of a MOTHER.
Here, has to give more than receive. The right thing would be, she learns and expects at not expecting anything. In fact, she's so happy to give that she doesn’t even remember that she also deserves to receive; receive more than what she deserves.
A day dawns when she gets to learn that a new life is coming out of her. Nothing in her life belongs to her; she eats, sleeps, and takes care of herself not for her but for the new life blooming in her.

Enduring pain, she brings her (child) into this world
The moment the child is born, the mother is also born. She never existed before. The woman existed, but the mother, never. A mother is something absolutely new

Now the only aspect around which her life revolves is the child’s welfare; making the child’s life meaningful by loving and nurturing the child at all times and seeing to it that she gets the best things in life.

The child grows, receiving love and care from her mother expecting all leisure from her.
Mother's love grows by giving.The mother gives anything and everything possible for her without expecting anything in return.
She lifts the child when it falls; consoles it when the child is down in life
The child’s dream becomes her dreams.
She supports it in all walks of life by guiding her in the path to enlightenment.
The child grows into a beautiful woman; she grows as her mother wanted her to be. They (mother and child) become good friends. They share almost everything.

And suddenly her mother’s life changes; a mishap occurs. Her Mother ignores it. Inside, the mother knows something’s wrong; but she does not want her children to know; until one fine day when they come to know what it has aggravated to – something called Multiple Sclerosis: a no cause, no cure disease...
The mother cant be the same as she used to be… cant be herself anymore… cant do much for herself … tries to get on with life.. Fights life for her children…struggles so that she can endure the pain again… this time so that her child can grow to be a good human being.

She knows that she now can’t do much for them but still tries to stand up thinking that she can still be with her children as always, loving and caring and giving them emotional support.

Time gets tough on her; she’s now living a life she had never thought of; always in pain
Facing this pain is getting difficult, but she knows that her children need her.
Life’s going to get difficult for them without her; and again she tries to endure the pain…
Again she tries fights not knowing what’s destined for her

She sees her children waiting for her to get up. She can’t tolerate the fact that she’s not able to do anything. She knows she has to fight…she tries again…but the time has come…she sees them fading away….she tries to blink…she tries to wake...she attempts one more struggle….maybe her last struggle…..nothing changes…..she’s silent… she ceases to live…………….

The child realizes that everything’s got over and there’s nothing left that she could do. The child feels helpless thinking that she could do nothing for her mother.
She realises how much she has inherited from her mother. In the last few moments her mother taught her how to face life; keep fighting, never lie down and above all learn to be human.

Looking back, she realises that she always had been selfish and mean; receiving and always accepting things without giving the slightest thought to what her mother would have gone through to get it. She had always been demanding be it materialistic or emotional. She always took and never gave.

Now she stands up and looks around and suddenly the thought hits her; she can’t do anything……………
Posted on behalf of my friend


Monday, June 11, 2007


Its 7:30am and I stand here at the bus stop waiting for the office bus to arrive. I stand here at the same spot as I did a few years back waiting for my college bus. Little did I know then that things would change so much in 1 year; the tree under which I was standing seemed to be looking at me and smiling, perhaps the only living thing that stands as a testimony there, watching the transformation of a loud and bubbly person into a quiet professional. I wouldn't blame the professionalism for the change though.

It is destiny, or may be you could call it life. Yes Life, esoteric in the true sense, for one does not understand why you meet hundreds of people everyday, work with so many, and still remain lonely.

I am now in one of the corner seats in the bus, looking out of the window watching people trying to catch up with "life"! It's an hour's journey and the only company that I generally have is the chatter of the RJ. I seldom notice the person sitting next to me, for its going to be yet another stranger or may be you could say another acquaintance. It is annoying at times when the radio is switched off, not because I am cut off from the melody but because I would now be thrust with the thought of the solitary travel ahead. I can't help thinking about the short bus journeys to college, well it's a paradox to call a distance of 40 kms "short", but that is how it always seemed.

A typical college day always begins in the bus with all the familiar faces; you look forward for all your friends to get in from the various stops, the reasonless giggles, the loud laughter that were stifled to avert the eyes of the lecturers and professors who would watch on us as if we were their prospective prey for the day, well as I said it was a different life then.

The pleasant memories of college are in itself good enough to save me from the misery of the bus journey. I notice that it is time for me to get down and flash my smile of acknowledgement to all the known strangers that I see as I walk towards my cubicle. A few of my project mates greet me with their morning wishes and as always, we exchange our pleasantries. Discussions jump to the weekend plans and I wonder what I'd do over the weekend. It would be just another day staring at the mobile, wishing it would ring and bring back some wonderful moments that are now missing in life or maybe the safer option would be to come to office, for it's my new founded asylum these days. A few years back, weekends or weekdays didn't matter to me, I was always busy. I always stood doubting the authenticity of the wall clock that seemed to be in running too fast to perceive its movement. Alas, now it seems as though my clock is suffering from some kind of paralytic attack.

There is a time in life, where one needs to go ahead, leave behind all your friends and carry along only memories. You do make friends, but then you never get back the same old close ones, you do meet people who'd be so good to you that you could tell them anything and everything, but you'd not find
a person, to whom you needn't say things, friends who just know you.

Occasional calls from such friends, has been the only thing that I seem to look forward to, but I cant help but notice the uneasy pause that lingers around the conversation, pause not because of the relationship, but because it is too short a duration to say everything, and of course you cannot completely rule out the paucity of words!

As I sip coffee from the ubiquitous coffee mugs, watching the drops of rain, trickling down the tinted glass panes, veiling the scenic beauty outside, I tell myself, may be there'd be a day when things change, when life offers a rewind, a recap of all the events, and I'd just have to wait.

Capricious are the ways of life, for I know there would be many who'd be able to empathize with me, ironically, even the dear ones that I miss this moment, waiting perhaps. . . .


Friday, June 01, 2007

Bringing dreams to life!!!!!!

Life is dream.

We live it while we see the sun, taking life and dreams as one. And living has taught me this that man dreams the life that is his, until his living is done.

The king dreams he is king, and he lives in the deceit of a king, commanding and governing; all the praise he receives is written in wind, and leaves a little dust on the way
The rich man dreams of riches and the fears his riches breed. The poor man dreams of his need, and all his sorrows and tears, and dreams that he prospers with years, dreams he that feigns and foregoes, dreams he that rails on his foes.
In the world, I see, Man dreams whatever he be; His own dream no one knows.
I too dream and behold that I am bound with chains that these present pains were fortunate ways of old.

What is life? A tale that is told;
What is life? A frenzy extreme,
A shadow of things that seem, and the greatest good is but small,
That all life is a dream to all, and that dreams themselves are a dream.
I believe that you can create your own world. Life is just a big dream, which you can give your own directions. You only have to believe in it!
Life is a dream; sweet, precious and never to be realized because the whole charm of the dream vanishes when it comes true

Life is a rainbow of emotions. You can give more in love when you are not expecting anything back. Love comes to you from unexpected quarters and it sweeps you of your feet.
In life, you come across many souls who are blessed, who are more compassionate than you ever imagined, who even in the prime of their youth are willing to sacrifice everything for love. Trying to learn from them and dream of doing the same for love is a challenge life taught.
Life is a mixture of good times and bad times, happy moments and unhappy moments. The next time you are experiencing one of those bad times or unhappy moments that take you close to your breaking point bend but don't break. Try your best not to let the situation get the best of you. A measure of hope will take you through the unpleasant ordeal. With hope for a better tomorrow or a better situation, things may not be as bad as they seem to be. The unpleasant ordeal may be easier to deal with if the end result is worth having.

If the going gets tough and you are at your breaking point, show resilience. Like the bamboo tree, bend, but don't break. We grow great by dreams. All big men are dreamers... they see things in the soft haze of a spring day or in the red fire of a long winter's evening. Some of us let great dreams die, but others nourish and protect them, nurse them through bad days till they bring them to the sunshine and light, which comes always to those who sincerely hope that their dreams will come true!

A dreamer is the one who finds his path by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world!
Life is exactly like the dreams we dream everyday, the only difference being that life is 80 years long while dreams are 80 seconds or 80 minutes long
All our life is just a dream.
We're offering you to exchange this dream for the only reality.I don't know...This is a shallow doubt. It will pass away. We offer this only to those who are able to understand.To those closest to understanding the edge between real and virtual. Those who are looking for that edge between the dream and reality, to wake up...
What makes a man a man is not his origin or how he was brought to life but the choices that he makes in LIFE, and not how he starts things but how he decides to end them!!!
To accomplish great things, we must not only act, but also dream; not only plan, but also believe.
It is the heart afraid of breaking that never learns to dance.
It is the dream afraid of waking that never learns to take a chance.
It is the one who won't be taken, who cannot seem to give.
And the soul afraid of dying, that never learns to live.


Friday, May 18, 2007

Reign (rain) over me

Rain rain come again...that’s what we used to sing when we were kids.

The best thing God ever made.
The sweet smell of the wet land; the freshness of grass and plants all around, lovely atmosphere, hot coffee.
Those splashes from your friend...those paper boats...nothing artificial about it....everything is so pure...so natural...God's own world.....Ah!!!...this whole combination just drives me crazy
Oh!!! It’s all so romantic and fresh all around...rains are without any doubt amazingly amazing!!!

You get a chance to quit whatever you are doing (you need a bahana ( excuse) to quit studies/work)...and head straight out...just to feel the drops on you...to get drenched...and then when you have friends around...to take a walk in the pool of water around…without bothering about your clothes...and then...garam pakodas, hot tea or ice cream!!!!

And if you are not out in the rains; the next great thing is watching the
rains over a long chat ( which may be a silent one ) with a dear one and a
cup of hot coffee!!!!!!

And yea it can make u forget almost everything...
I love rains for it’s the 'me' in me which comes to the forefront...

And yea the rains in this part of the country (Mumbai) are awesome (freedom of speech and expression)

Now you all maybe wondering whats so different about Mumbai’s rains

Grey-black clouds, overcast dark afternoons spent idling, being able to see farther than usual as the air gets clearer after the rains; especially the dark violet-green mountains.
Some birds getting wet in the rains as if they don’t give a damn; street kids playing on water-logged roads, washing dirty feet after coming home, wading through water, lighting a half-wet sutta (cigarette) under a tree taking care that maachis (matchstick) does not get wet and sharing it with friends, accepting the futility of trying to keep yourself dry, climbing slippery slopes for a better view (Yeoor hills me too!), cycling through splashing water, having to borrow umbrellas from friends to go to lectures after losing your own chaatha (umbrella), shivering wet in the wind, traffic police in funny raincoats....love them all

Crossing Vashi bridge, best done in the monsoon, while standing at the door of a local train compartment. Raindrops lashing across your face while you struggle to keep your eyes open.
It magically seems clean, wide, and empty. It would be drizzling and there was the sea, heaving peacefully like the chest of a sleeping child. One of those rare things that constitute ‘scenery’ in Bombay.
Be it Marine Drive or Bandstand, Worli Sea-face or Gateway; Butta (corn) in one hand and the other shielding you from the sudden splashes of water of the sea makes it more…..AWESOME!!!!!!!

I love them like anything
It’s a great respite from heat ...in a city like Mumbai ...so it’s always welcome
The cool air soothes the nerves

There is no city in the world that comes so alive in the rain. Rain in Mumbai brings out its best
From rain slicked roads to hot drinks in roadside chawls…I have myself never seen too heavy rainfall but seen enough to totally indulge myself in playing football with raging thunderstorms!!!!!!!
Rains and friends make for a memorable time.
Truly enjoy the rain and the city which comes to its true color with it

Tell me one city in the world where you can receive 944mm of rainfall in one day???????
It is said that 6" of rain in 24 hours in London can create untold havoc in London. We received 36" in 24 hours.
Here it does not rain just enough for the crops to grow... or to refill our wells...it pours here cats and dogs and elephants like there is no tomorrow.

Don't u just love those treks when the chilled, moist air kisses your cheeks, the mossy green rocks are all you have for support over the flowing waterfalls; the lush green color of the valleys and then it pours like there is no tomorrow ................ don’t u just LOVE them?????????......


Saturday, May 05, 2007

Girl Next door

She always used to be bubbly
She always used to happy
You could pass hours with her without speaking. She’ll always have something to talk about
There have been times when I used to wonder how she does it!
She does things which normal girls don’t.
I have seen people who used go to her with their problems and she always had a solution for them
Life was going great for her…till the next bend
And when it came; her world comes crashing down
One moment everything looks fine….the second instant nothings left
She looks for someone….finds none
Friends try to give hope…she gets none
She’s got nowhere to go
She wants to cry….but tears go dry
She needs a shoulder….none to find

And then she took a drastic step…ignores it
It was too huge a burden to carry…no one to share it
She looked around for someone again…saw something blurred
She goes and takes a look
And lo sees what…a reflection….a persona of her
She realizes what to do....
She carries the burden all along
People think she has overcome it
I thought she came over it

But deep down inside she knows nothing has changed
She still carries the burden…waiting for someone to lessen it
Expecting him…he’ll come
GOD knows when…but he shall come
She goes back to be the same old person
The one whom people knew…could relate with
But nothing has changed

I have seen her going through things which I cant’ even think about
She has faced things in her life which you never think of
Even after all these things she has come out of it undeterred

The day will come when she can cry her heart out…
The person will come who will get her out
I hope it happens soon
I know it will happen soon
I am expecting it to happen soon

Inspired by two important persons in my life


Friday, May 04, 2007

Zindagi Rox

When your destination is miles apart,
When you don't know where to start,
When all you see around is pain,
When your hard work is in vain,
Tell yourself - Go on, THIS IS LIFE !!!

I learnt a few things in my life that they happen for a reason.

Nobody takes your crap as much as your parents do! Do have respect for yourself
You are perfect coz' GOD.. makes no mistakes
Box self-pity aside.... .don't chase happiness ,it'll elude u.
Love is a life long process(n not around d trees); marry someone who loves you more than you love that person
It's better to take things with a pinch of salt
Change is permanent.....
Books ,music n money are your best friends..it's stupid to be prejudiced.....we all live in glass houses...........

Life...according to me is a game..You win some...you lose some!!!

The person who sees a half filled glass enjoys the life to the fullest; accepts all the defeats with a smile and accepts all challenges with huge integrity to compete.

Life makes you learn everything...but with the passage of time !!!There's nothing to regret in life, just to learn it as lessons (another prospect of an optimist).

Life is the way you take it ....... be optimistic !!!
Life is a lesson in progress....always offering something and taking something else in return.
It is the deals one eventually makes that matters.
TRUST EVERYONE. Believe me its the only way to get out of this mess we think we got into by trusting SOMEONE. Lead your life like an open book, no being afraid of anyone and with an undiluted spirit.

Life rocks ... never sucks !!!!

Edited and formatted by a very good friend - Gauri Parkar


Thursday, March 29, 2007


While the fate permit, live happily; life speeds on with hurried step, and with winged days the wheel of the headlong year is turned.

We are all destined to become someone somewhere but end up as someone else somewhere else. Life is nothing but an interplay of destiny and fate in a real environment of opportunities and impediments. Thanks to the accumulated karma from our foregone lives and the spill over of extra-ordinary karma from those of our parents, all of us are born with pre-determined destinies in each life. But only a miniscule number among us live up to these ‘blueprints of life’ in toto, while most others deviate from it due to reasons known and unknown.
Each player must accept the cards life deals him or her. But once they are in hand, he or she alone must decide how to play the cards in order to win the game
A scene in "The Matrix" goes like this...."
Morpheus:Do you believe in fate, Neo?
Neo: No.
Morpheus: Why not?
Neo: Because I don't like the idea that I'm not in control of my life."
There is no need 2 see the movie 2 understand this conversation

Fate or Destiny, there are just two factors that govern it.
They are

  • Time
  • Space

If one masters the knowledge of time and space we would know our fate or destiny.Its a pure science, not physics but metaphysics....Changing themm to our positives is another art...

Though a person's fortune may be largely determined from birth, one can always change it by altering his circumstances. Sincere effort and hard work can also change a person's fortune, both in terms of his material as well as his spiritual standing. The Psalmist alluded to this when he sang, "A Song of Ascents. Happy [are you,] every one who fears God and walks in His ways. You shall eat the fruit of your effort. Happy are you, and goodness [is reserved] for you" (Psalms 128:1-2). "Happy are you" -- in this world, and "goodness is reserved for you" -- in the World to Come

To put it briefly, it is not only enough to be born with a good destiny; to become a good man it is also necessary


Sunday, February 25, 2007

Gone are the days!

Gone are the days
When the school reopened in June,
And we settled in our new desks and benches .

Gone are the days
When we queued up in book depot,
And got our new books and notes.

Gone are the days
When we wanted two Sundays and no Mondays, yet
Managed to line up daily for the morning prayers.

Gone are the days
We learnt writing with slates and pencils, and
Progressed To fountain pens and ball pens and then
Micro tips.

Gone are the days
We began drawing with crayons and evolved to
Colour pencils and finally sketch pens.

Gone are the days
We started calculating first with tables and then with
Clarke's tables and advanced to calculators and

Gone are the days
When we chased one another in the corridors in
Intervals, and returned to the classrooms
Drenched in sweat.

Gone are the days
When we had lunch in classrooms, corridors,
Playgrounds, under the trees and even in cycle sheds.

Gone are the days
When all the colors in the world,
Decorated the campus on the Second Saturdays.

Gone are the days
When a single P.T. period in the week's Time Table,
Was awaited more eagerly than the monsoons.

Gone are the days
When cricket was played with writing pads as bats,
And Neckties and socks rolled into balls.

Gone are the days
When few played "kabadi" and "Kho-Kho" in scorching sun,
While others simply played "book cricket" in the
Confines of classroom.

Gone are the days
Of fights but no conspiracies,
Of Competitions but seldom jealousy.

Gone are the days
When we used to watch Live Cricket telecast,
In the opposite house in Intervals and Lunch breaks.

Gone are the days
When few rushed at 3:45 to
"Conquer" window seats in our School bus.

Gone are the days
While few others had "Big Fun", "vada pav",
"kulfi", "chana " and "pepsi !" at 4o Clock.

Gone are the days Of Sports Day,
and the annual School Day ,
And the one-month long preparations for them.

Gone are the days Of the stressful Quarterly,
Half Yearly and Annual Exams, And the most enjoyed
holidays after them.

Gone are the days
Of tenth and twelfth standards, when we
Spent almost the whole year writing revision tests.

Gone are the days
We learnt, we enjoyed, we played, we won, we lost,
We laughed, we cried, we fought, we thought.

Gone are the days
With so much fun in them, so many friends,
So much experience, all this and more.

Gone are the days when we used to talk for hours with our friends.
Now we don't have time to say a HI.

Gone are the days when we played games on the road.
Now we code on the road with laptop.
Gone are the days when we saw stars shining at night.
Now we see stars when our code doesn't work.

Gone are the days when we sat to chat with friends on grounds.
Now we chat in chat rooms.....
Gone are the days where we studied just to pass.
Now we study to save our job

Gone are the days where we had no money in our pockets and fun filled on our hearts
Now we have the atm as well as credit card but with an empty heart
Gone are the days where we shouted on the road.
Now we dont shout even at home
Gone are the days where we got lectures from all.

Gone are the days
But not the memories, which will be
Lingering in our hearts for ever and ever and
Ever and ever and Ever .....