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Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Sweet November....

Sweet November                          

She walked in my life like big surprise,

I felt so lucky as if got 1st prize.

Her looks are classy like golden amber,
Can’t forget, it was 2006's Sweet November.

She has an Aura of ancient wine

She pulls you like bagpipers rhyme.

She has this charm like tulip in valley,

She is priceless in my life's gallery.

She is one package full of action,

Just remains cool and freaky in every fraction.

Her love for herself and own biggest fan,

Makes her different in the people's band.

She can blew any one by her creepy pranks,

Difficult to control temper to be frank.

She is little sweetie very true from heart,

Can lift u up from barrels and throw tensions apart.

Her care for u is an example for all,

Thoughts so pure like crystal ball.

At time her talks become so naughty

Will make u blush and  feel little tweety**

The irony is that, I have never met this gal,

Doesn’t matter much as we have shared so much.

She is my teddy, whom I love so much,

I call her buddy and jus wana touch.

Just be happy always that’s what I wish,

Reach the zenith of glory full fill all your dreams.

Don’t ever feel the lows in life,

Standing beside you, your smarty in style.

Smarty: S.D. 

Thursday, November 12, 2009

Mischief: SPRING

Mischief: SPRING

Aromatic air & musky woods
Lifts you high with wildish moods
Woods gets green & roses red
Everything is lovely in butterfly effect.

            Mischievous deed &love first site
            Spring is one who create this paradise
            Mystic clouds & mountain heights
            Serpentine River like dragon from sky

Smoke from huts, & dimming lights
Sumptuous turkey & glasses of wine
Chivalrous acts & princess sighs
Making it sensual, piano notes & synchrony jive.

            Hand in hand they walk so long
            No words are said, yet million dreams are form.
            The churpering birds & cricket’s howls
            The frog’s song to impress his spouse

The nightingale sizzles the air in bow
Is this heaven where the time passes so slow?
Billion flowers on valley slopes
Glows in night with moonlight's show.

            Stars so bright like a rubies in red
            Studded on Cassiopeia’s cloak stitched with golden thread
            Sitting on cliff they look at sea
            Flying in dreams with fairy's wings
            Conquering world like golden finch.

At midnight stroke he finally broke:
When woods gets green, as the nights go long,
Perhaps she'll understand his heartbeat's song.
Listening to this, she felt the warmth
He holds her hand and tears trickles down.....

The spell of spring bounds them well
            Seasons pass by, but the spell just stays
            The magic of spring holds them in a ring
            Each year we see the bonds go strong
            Its only mischief which never went wrong....
            With times to come, its shall come again
            As in spring, love always rain..... J           

                                                            Still Spell Bounded: S.D….

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Looking in the eyes of storm.

Looking into Eyes of Storm. 
Its been a silent day so far , may be because I am looking in the eyes of storm , storm which seems so silent at the epicenter. its like an lion if one look in its eyes , he posses such an aplomb aura , you can actually smell the sweat from your neck dripping down the neck , the zephyr forms a cool effect because u never know whether the next second you will be breathing air or would be part of belly soup for the king of jungle.

Its an old epitome that one must be like deep river rather than a shallow one because one cannot predict the power even when it is so silent . all we see mystic silence. depicting a scintillating sequence from movie 300, where 300 men , waits for an  horrendously  apocalyptic army at the cliff of Sparta, left even the army of whole world in jitters, that was a war exemplar but history speaks even Laconic use of words is a commensurate way to kill even the mightiest of leaders by vituperating their beliefs.

A soldier may be in acute anguish and his heart may be filled with appalled feelings but he remains calm till the last nerve to serve for his country and remain impervious for lost battlefield, he fights and dies like a brave man. As I always say there are inundate examples of such wise men, and storms. some of them we look upon others we overlook.But have a look and who knows you may generate zeal to fight your own storm for mere survival. I am still trying to find my way, but i am trying.

Look into eyes of your deadliest , voracious dreams and fight them , give it a try ..... if you look and focus at the turbulence of the storm within no time you would be devastated like an husk straw. Look into eyes.. May be its not easy to do... but i feel it will definitely help you fight it. 

Friday, October 16, 2009

Free Bird


If the phrase Free Bird is to be transformed into the mathematical function , How many variables will be needed to describe it ? , Like a modulus have two values , the phrase itself can be described in exact contrasting colors of traits of any species. Good and Evil. The other day I was reading an article in TOI , illustrating the evil as an proportional indicator to trace back the good. Its pretty obvious , one must compare to find the better one, if we don't commit mistake we cannot value success , if we cannot be evil we cannot be good. 

Looking back in Indian mythological characters be it bhisma , arjun , yudhistera, or the lord himself Krishna , posses equal traits good and evil. coming back to the primary concern of the article free bird . Free bird is a species of people having free will feathers and independence as their wings to fly on . Although these sometimes  can be seen in as vultures of terrorism lambasting the common-hood and leaving them crestfallen and enervated to plea to almighty,

Contrasting the above epitome and moving towards a better sangfroid expemplars in the faces such as A.R Rehman spreading his music across borders and bringing in the togetherness of the Free bird Mankind. there are inundate birds to trace back and forth the history and present pages. but what is important is it always starts with a change , a revolutions , it does have a trait of evil to pursue the endless goodness within.

Change is the soul of free bird , and soul does not have an angel/devil approach to its energy , it only posses the energy to break the cage, its is after that he decide to take a stance whether to free its mates, and pursue feudalism or free the souls and be brothers, sharing life beings. One cannot say what bring the evil or the goodness first ;be it personal interest or common wealth; its within the instinct which cannot be described by any science presently we have.

I think one has to be evil to be a free bird , the altruism can follow up later .... Just give it a thought... The variable are not many to describe, yet the repercussions  are endless.

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Let me celebrate... Courtesy (My brother).. A True Story

Let me be me ..  

P.S. The article is a true story of my brother... It gives me immense pleasure to have him , and I feel proud to include his article here.

With a lot of exuberance and delight, I feel exulted in informing that I have completed a year at Sasken. Well, no doubt the period has been

one with a lots of troughs and very few crests...:)

I faced situations which perhaps I had never faced before. From being penny pinching to penny seeking, I have done that all. I have been
through the worst of my financial health. From following some fatuous self implemented austerity drives to some inane stingy practices... I have done that all...

I faced embarassing situations. Situations which disintegrated and thrashed my self respect. Bullied over my confidence and almost decimated my values as an individual. The hardest part is that I feel
I could have been saved from this agony. When I yearned for help and
motivation, I only found myself being mocked and presented with adages
and stories of others coming out of such predicaments. Ofcourse it is
difficult to see through and feel the pain of others.

Well, when there's so much pain... why celebrate the day....??

Every thing in life comes with a purpose. I think such recessions and
"professional" instabilities are not just ephemeral but also very few
in a lifetime. But the lessons they teach are permanent. And this last
year has left some similar permanent imprints on my mind too. When I
was burning in the chambers of darkness, the darkness of sorrow;
crying for a ray of hope and  enlightenment... I could only see them
going in vain. They say tough times do not last long but tough people
do... Well I find myself tougher. Tougher because I learnt to stop
expecting from people...and from people, I mean absolutely no one. It
was not that I was incapable or lacked acumen that I had to face such
times. It was only destiny. And despite that, they lost faith in me.
Looked down upon me...

At the end of this year, I find myself a lot more pragmatic and
determined. Although the cobwebs of problems haven't lasted over here
and they would never do, but I have learnt to face them on my own. I
may not be affluent at this point of time like many others... but I am
surely richer in thoughts and courage. I may not have accumulated too
much money in the first year of my professional life but I have
certainly acknowledged and accepted harsh realities of life. The year
also brought to me certain feats like an award for best creative
writng, consistent successes at the quiz forum. The year also helped
me come across different people at workplace. Different teams,
different GIS's (and every GIS came as a nightmare.. first one
informed about the salary cut, second one about leave without pay....
and the last one day that reinstated the bond... meaning that I cannot
get out of the place before Oct next year without paying 2Lakh
bucks....Isn't it a nice little corporate prison to be trapped
in...and by the way 2 lakh bucks.... :) I have not even earned that
sum so far.....and that means I am stuck over here to celebrate
another anniversary the next year..haha), different trainings that I
have undergone... some of them absolutely futile....

Well, when there is so much to take from a year, then it does justify
its celebrations....I may sound a bit bewildered in celebrating the
year... but thats how it is.. A milestone in itself.... a story of joy
and grief...fortunes and misfortunes...pleasure and up
something and taking up others....And when I say celebrate, it doesn't
mean to throw an opulent party-like celebrations out of ostentations
and flattering around.... after all this is the biggest thing I have
learnt from the year...:).. let me be austere....even the Congress
Netas are with me on that....Let me celebrate it with a fag and
tea...Let me bolster my grit and faith... Let me stand taller
out...Let me be me....Let me be me...

Monday, September 14, 2009

हिन्दी १.० ... " भारत उत्पादक "

हिन्दी .

१४ सितुमबर ,अथवा हिन्दी दिवस , आज सुबह जब में टाईम्स ऑफ़इंडिया के प्रस्ट टटोल रहा था , तोह एक कही कोने में मुझे पता चला कीआज हमारे हिंदुस्तान में सबसे ज्यादा बोले जाने वाली अथवा हमारी मात्रभाषा हिन्दी को समरपित हिन्दी दिवस है। यह आशचर्य की बात नहीहम में से ९९% लोग इस बात से अवगत नही होंगे की आज हिन्दी दिवस है। हमारे अन्दर का भारतियेह इनताबदल चुका है की , अपनी इस पहचान को प्रस्तुत करने में शर्माता है , आखिर क्यों ? सिर्फ़ इसलिए की यह फैशननही है, यह डिस्को में नही बोली जाती, युवाओ में इसका चलन नही है या यह हमारी पेर्सोनालिटी को शीण करती है तोह मैं आपको एक बात से अवगत करा दू कि दुनिया में जितने भी विकसित देश है वह सरे अपनी मात्र भाषा कोअपनी पहचान बनाते है, ना की किसी और की भाषा को अपनी पहचान

मैं इस
बात के खिलाफ ऩही हूँ की दुनिया की दूसरी भाषाएँ सीखने और प्रयोग करने में कोई बुराई है लेकिन अपनीमात्र भाषा को ही श्रंभंगुर कर देने ,किसी विशिस्ट की पहचान नही , जहाँ के बांके और पूत पूरी दुनिया में विख्यातहै।
कुछ सुझाव, मैं इस उपलक्ष में जरुर देना चाहुगा जैसे क्यूँ ना हम यह प्रण ले कि जो भी हमारे देश का उत्पादन होता है उसपर हम "मेड इन इंडिया " कि मोहर कि जगह " भारतियेह उत्पाद " कि मोहर लगाए , जैसे हमारे चीनी भाईसदियो से कर रहे है।

हेल्लो-HI कि जगह नमस्ते या "क्या हाल चाल " का चलन करे , मैं कुछ हद तक हमारे नेता (राज) से सहमत हूँ जिन्होंने कुछ राज्यों में हर दुकान का नाम अंग्रजी व् हिन्दी दोनों में लिखने के नियम बनाये है। उक्त सिर्फ़ कुछउधारण मात्र है, सीमाए अनंत है , सिर्फ़ एक नई उड़ान मात्र बाकि है.

समीकरण अगर करे तोह , बस यही कहना चाहुगा कि पहचान खोना आत्मा के अस्तित्व को खोना है , क्यों ना हमसब मिलके के हमारे अपने हिन्दी . , श्रेणी के उत्पादक बाजार में प्रस्तुत करे, आईये साथ मिलके शुरात करते हैकुछ अलग करने कि , कुछ नया करने कि, हमारी मात्रभाषा को नई पहचान देने की।
, Justify Full

Friday, September 11, 2009

"PENDU" People

"PENDU" the word originated from the language Punjabi, its direct meaning is dumb Villager. I think all of us behave like PENDUs do, in atleast a few quarters of a day.Be it crossing the road on a Green light signal , or parking just in front of No parking board, How casual we are isin't or should i say PENDUs . what an irony , I myself being behaving like one atleast 10 times a day is writing this blog, U know accepting ones guilt is the best way to confess.

Our Mr PENDU, can come in any avatar in front of you , and one fine day if its your own D day , u urself would be the avatar. Be it a " who let the dogs out " ringtone by our own Mr Mishra ji or dealing with shares at dalal street, Mr Gupta, why can't we realise we are unknowingly entering someone else comfort zone .the other day I saw a person Spitting from his window , eventually on a Honda Civic, But We Indian feel pride in doing it , commiting it over an over again , even in living our self PENDUs life.

Take e.g of our own neighbour Mrs sharma, the living queen I must say in PENDUgiri, she can beat any tom dick and harry in it, her PENDU wealth ranges from asking a cup of sugar from us everyday to, relentlessly being with her fan following Anita ji , kavita ji and sunita ji and having gossip at someones Funeral about the matching Sandals to the white saree, to having a costom made personalised FISH market at home , where SAAS BAHU " K " soaps are played on home theater , their so called "Hamara apna Cinema". bull shit.

Being PENDU a few time is no harm my fren,but living it everyday is a Fatal.The other day I broke signal , and was feeling heroic about it,What a PENDU act isint , But you know if i keep on narrating You all of this , IT will not help much and u may end up saying "ARE SAB KARTE HAI YAAR" . ... PENDUGIRI and PENDUPANTI is a infinite act of foolishness lived with pride.I hope I am not sounding ONE.

Thursday, September 3, 2009

How much does it matter?

The teenagers in India has surpassed the level of romantic quotient of mind, and sneaked through the cracks to the land of higher practical quotient. Simply because they have started asking questions, thinking more rationally, risking more frequently and taking charge by control of their own life. I think most of you today would prefer anurag kashyap’s Gulal to suraj barjatia’s and yashraj’s mushy romantic stuffs. But the question is how does this change in attitude matters to the country, whose elite panel of politicians is busy making publicity gimmicks and earning out of unending discussion over a dead man. Who may or may not have divided the boundaries of the country half a century ago.

Why can’t our leaders be futuristic? , there is so much to do but unfortunately no one to do. Why can’t we select the top 1% from the 100 billion of us, just because the youth of today has “who gives a damn to the politician” attitude. But unless we select our own, we cannot ask for a better democracy, it’s being ruled by the dacoits of the power and would be ruled by it in coming years where top politicians are not even graduated from a reputed college.

The question remain the same “ how much does it matter”, where one live in a land where the police charges you to even make and FIR for a lost I-Phone , where you are judged by the face ,that you are a rich brat and you must be spoiled one. All of us want to have that little extra fun, a lil more adventure in life not by guiding our self motivation oneself to take the right decision for the country, for society But by doping one extra joint or raving inside out.

There is one simple reason to why west is been hit by severe financial debacle , we all call it CREDIT CARD, the teens , the families in the west had an unending habit of engrossing in EMIs , and crediting more and more money from the banks. Unfortunately we in India is not as hit by the storm as they had been, because there is small % of country’s population which uses EMIs exaggeratedly unfortunately the number are exponentially growing up. If one ask us why do you need to take an extra pair of jeans from SS, we say how does it matter ? “Credit Card hain na”

Assertions made above are very few , but they are big enough to raise ones grey cells to someextent. We all need to think about this question , no matter if it is global warming, AIDS, H1N1, defense , government, country… any thing. Just ask yourself HOW DOES IT MATTER and if you get a satisfactory answer , go do what you want to.

Saturday, August 29, 2009

Tribute to My idle in Poetry-- Robert Frost

Stepping By the Woods On a Snowy Evening ---

Whose woods there are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
to watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
to stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and the frozen lake
the darkest evening of the year

He gives his harness bells a shake
to ask if there is some mistake
the only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

the woods are lovely, dark and deep
But I have sm promise to keep
and miles to go before I sleep
and miles to go before I sleep...................