Few words...

It started, with the memories of loss of a person who i thought would never say bye. Then it went a bit further, in a pretty lousy manner it was really hard seeing my hopes of success almost die. Along came the summer, brought me back home was introduced to a 'professional' world where new people said hi. I got back to college, rains washed away my fears,my tears hope began to glisten again and i was ready to look into the sky. By the year end, things had improved quite a bit found a new friend to talk to to whom I just couldn't lie. Staring into the new year, I feel my goals are a bit more clear i can do a lot more than to look back and just cry.

 “I don’t repeat the same mistakes again”…. It is quite obvious, why would someone repeat the same mistakes again? But the problem is- it happens, more often than not, at least with me.  Sometimes, I get so influenced by the benefits I see in the present that the evident long-term repercussions of my doings seem trivial, they seem like the things which can be dealt with ‘when the time comes’. But they never are…. And once ‘the time comes’, I’m left longing for a time machine to go back in time and set things right.  I think “If I had an actual feel of this condition of mine back then… I would not have done the things the way I did”…. The question which keeps buzzing our minds is: ‘Am I doing the right thing?’ This stirs in me a thought, a wild wish which goes something like “Please god, give me an actual glimpse of my future, short as it may be, but please, let me have a taste of what’s coming if I continue living life the way I am right now.” Perhaps that is why some of us are so obs

Things change.... I realise this as i grow up, for the better, i always hope... people come ... and people go, affecting my life, in every possible way... Events occur... far too many of them, some bad,some good, changing the way i look at life... Fact is... there is a constant, the love in my heart, which i try not to wear out... Life goes on... as does time, synonymous with the tide, which waits for none... I am changin... as i move with that tide, for the better, i always hope...

Ok, so this post is dedicated to all those who've not talked to their old friends since a long long time.....  ज़िन्दगी की राहें  अगर आगे कभी मिली to तुमसे हंस के मिलेंगे  और कहेंगे   शायद तुम्हे जानते थे |  शायद तुम मेरे करीब थे  या शायद मैं औरों से दूर था  शायद मेरा साथ तुम्हे अच्छा लगता था  या शायद मैं तुम्हारी बातों का कायल था ... क्या हुआ था  ये मैं समझ नहीं पाया  क्यूँ दूर हुए हम  ये भी जान नहीं पाया.... मुझे लगा कि तुम कुछ देर रुकोगे  चलता गया मैं ये सोच कर  कि थोड़ी ही देर में फिर मिलोगे  पर ये हो न सका  शायद तुम भी यही सोच कर   एक नयी राह पे चले गए  देर हो गयी जब तक पता चला  कि तुम्हारा साथ मुझे मिल न सका  ज़िन्दगी भी आगे बढती गयी  और वो हम दोनों से कुछ तेज़ चली  हम खो गए अपनी ही ज़िन्दगी में  पर ये उम्मीद अभी भी करते हैं  ज़िन्दगी की राहें  अगर आगे कभी मिली तो  तुमसे हंस के मिलेंगे  और कहेंगे   शायद तुम्हे जानते थे | 

A silly question just popped up in my head..... and what made me think further on the topic, were the most common answers given to that question by the people. The question was : If you described yourself similar to a creature, what would you describe yourself as? The most common answers : Lion, Tiger, Hawk....all of them symbols of elegance and excellence. Just as I was thinking about this question, walking on the ring road behind the football field, a creature popped out of nowhere in front of me. And no, it was not one of those i mentioned above, they are simply extinct in our campus, those symbols of elegance. I say nowhere because i hadn't spotted it earlier even though it was just a foot away from me. You might have guessed what it was by now, the title being more suggestive towards it more than anything else.... It was a Chameleon, as gray as the road i was walking on! Then i wondered why people don't like being compared to this gifted creature. A popular saying in Hind

Saw the first signs of winter here in Goa - the diffused sunlight coming through the corridor in which i was walking. Made be go back in time and remember the countless winters i spent at home in Jaipur. Usually when at home in November, there would be an exam coming up, so i would spend the afternoon in my room studying, basking in the same diffused sunlight coming in through my window, wrapped up in a quilt on my bed, having had a warm sumptuous meal. It is the warmth that accompanies the cold of winters that make it my favorite season. Though the situation has not changed much, i still have exams coming up.... the scenario around it has changed considerably: diffused sunlight was no where to be seen here in Goa, before today ; i can't see a quilt in my room, instead a fan is still blowing over my head at full speed in the last week of November; the warm sumptuous home meal has been replaced by the bland and uninteresting mess food. Maybe i am missing home, maybe i am missing wi

No... this is not a description of a CID episode as u might have guessed from the title. This is all about a really funny incident which i was narrating to a friend today, when the idea struck me that i should share it with you all. So here goes...  Okay, so this happened to me last summer, that is in 2009. Before jumping tothe incident itself, a little background first. My dearest chachu is a CA (Chartered Account), and i always kept hearing from him about these wonderful ICAI (Institute of Chartered Accountants of India) conferences he kept attending in Jaipur, which had awesome lunches, special performances by bollywood playback singer so on and so forth. But they always happened at times when I had exams. But last summer ICAI was celebrating 50 years of its existence in Agra at the Jaypee Hotel. Again chachu was invited to attend the same, with a free stay for two at Mansingh group of Hotels in Agra. Luckily for me, my little cousin Devashish (chachu's son) had exams at that ti

Was watching a film yesterday.... actually a short film made by the students from IIT- Madras. It was a story about 4 roommates/friends in IIT-M, each one of them could be broadly classified as a 'type'of engineer, one who took up engineering in the hopes of changing the world by 'building-up' things, one who had his future planned out- pursuing a bachelor's degree in his favourite discipline in one of India's top engg school, then going abroad to a bigger yet university to complete his higher education and get a fat pay-scale, one who had merely got his discipline (or branch as its commonly known) out of the zillion options he had filled at the time of counselling and lastly the fourth one,who had taken up engineering only to find out that he actually loved one of the basic sciences (physics in the movie), who was so attached to his family that he could not find the courage to tell them that he needed to go abroad in order to pursue his dream subject. Needless

आज मन कहने लगा कुछ गुनगुनाओ तो फिर वोही गाना गुनगुना लिया | तुम्हारी बातों ने फिर छेड दिए कुछ साज़ तो आज फिर दिल ने मुस्कुरा दिया | जब आज सूरज को ढलते देखा तो फिर तुम्हारी याद आई याद आई वो सारी शामें जिन्हें  तुम्हारे मासूम-से सवालों में डूबा दिया | आज मन कहने लगा कुछ गुनगुनाओ तो फिर वोही गाना गुनगुना लिया | काले बादलों को देखकर मन उदास हुआ तो मैंने आखें बंद कर ली बंद आखों में जब तुम्हारा चेहरा आया तो कुछ  बूंदों ने मेरे चेहरे को भिगा दिया | आज मन कहने लगा कुछ गुनगुनाओ तो फिर वोही गाना गुनगुना लिया | सुबह की धूप जो तुम्हारे बालों से छन कर आती थी  जब सीधे आज आखों पर गिरी तो अच्छा न लगा फिर तुम्हारे साथ  का एहसास हुआ  तो हँसते हुए नए दिन को गले लगा लिया | आज मन कहने लगा कुछ गुनगुनाओ तो फिर वोही गाना गुनगुना लिया | 

This is my FAVORITE poem.... so am sharing this with all of you.... Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds, and shall find, me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll. I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my sou l - William Ernest Henel y

Disclaimer: Not my original work, received this wonderful satire on e-mail  Old Story: The Ant works hard in the withering heat all summer building its house and laying up supplies for the winter. The Grasshopper thinks the Ant is a fool and laughs dances plays the summer away. Come winter, the Ant is warm and well fed. The Grasshopper has no food or shelter so he dies out in the cold. New Indian Version: The Ant works hard in the withering heat all summer building its house and laying up supplies for the winter. The Grasshopper thinks the Ant's a fool and laughs dances plays the summer away. Come winter, the shivering Grasshopper calls a press conference and demands to know why the Ant should be allowed to be warm and well fed while others are cold and starving. NDTV, BBC, CNN show up to provide pictures of the shivering Grasshopper next to a video of the Ant in his comfortable home with a table filled with food. The World is stunned by the sharp contrast

Thinking about you... i feel content... talking to you...  i feel free... lookin at u.. i wonder... is it really possible? or too good to be true... You make me feel wanted... in this abyss of a world... where love is rare... and loners are haunted... You came as a surprise... the sweetest one as yet... filled my world with romance... where loneliness played in reprise... You aren't a perfect match... and perhaps that is the beauty... as our bond grows stronger... without a single scratch... Thinking about you... i feel content... talking to you...  i feel free...

This is life.... there are... some stones left unturned, some flowers left unattended. This is life... there are.. some talents left uncultured, some dreams unrealized. This is life... there are... some expectations unfulfilled, some actions unaccounted for. This is life.. there are... some hopes to live by, some people to care for. But, this is life... there are... rays of light in the cloud filled sky, tears to be absorbed, smiles to live by, and a lot more to achieve, before i die!

Firstly: Yeah, you can read this blog entry because it is not as serious as the title sounds. Having said that, lets get down to business.   Achievement is something which brings a smile to one's face, no matter in what form it comes. So, i think the incident i describe below will rhyme with the title, as it still brings a smile to my face whenever i remember it. Here it goes. The time when you're about to leave school is quite a special time, as you tend to do the things which you'd never do with a sane mind anytime before. At that time classmates bond in an unusual   sort of way, as in two persons who would normally be disgusted by the site of each other in class would be as courteous to each other as Tony Blair to George.W.Bush . My classmates were no   different. The school was about to be closed for the 10th and 12th grades as they had Pre-Board   examinations in January followed by the much hyped CBSE boards in March.Now, when a school closes  

Bauhut kucch karna chahta hoon iss ek din mein magar 24 ghante kam pad jaate hain Aakhein band karta hoon to bheed ke saamne gaane lagta hoon bheed ki taliyon ke beech khud ko poora paata hoon phir aakhein khulti hain to khud akela reh jaata hoon band kamre ke sannate mein, phir adhoora ho jaata hoon.... Bauhut kucch karna chahta hoon iss ek din mein magar 24 ghante kam pad jaate hain Aakhein band karta hoon to khud ko tumhare saath dekhta hoon tumhari god mein sir rakhke khud ko poora paata hoon phir aakhein khulti hain, tumko dhoondti hain apne takiye par rakh kar sir, phir adhoora ho jaata hoon.... Bauhut kucch karna chahta hoon iss ek din mein magar 24 ghante kam pad jaate hain Aakhein band karta hoon to bachpan laut aata hai unn chchoti chchoti khushiyon se poora ho jaata hoon phir aakhein khulti hain, main bada ho jaata hoon, wo bachpan ki hansi kahin kho jaati hai,phir adhoora ho jaata hoon... Bauhut kucch karna chahta hoon iss ek din mein magar 24 ghant

I'm writing this down because i just realized the 'importance of blogging', why sites like twitter exist, why sites like facbook have a 'notes' section in them... Blogs are to gen-Y what diary entries were to the gen-A,B,....& so on till gen-X, the differences being that the traditional pen/pencil are replaced by keypad, the paper notepad/diary is replaced by microsoft wordpad/notepad and lastly the availaility factor: diaries being available to the select few who could discover them beneath the releams of time; blogs, however , are available to any person who knows how to push certain buttons on a PC that enable him to open google, again press some buttons that enable him to search on google and of course, he should know what he is searching for. You'll notice the revolution brought about by blogs when i quote this simple example: To know about the exploits of the legendary hindi poet Shri Harivansh Rai Bacchan you'll have to go to the neare