TrainOfThoughts

Height and depth

2011-10-05T11:40:00.000-07:00

Picking up pieces of broken glass
Every time I stand taller, deeper I see my reflection
Reminding me of tall trees with deep roots
And rising people with deeper values !

To the legend: Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar

2010-02-24T09:02:00.001-08:00

He brought the world down to his feet, in just 3 hours.

While watching the legend signing a camera lens after
collecting his man of the match award, I felt he has engraved
the autograph on the minds of generations to come!

Long Live the Legend!

The Fame Game

2010-01-02T12:38:00.000-08:00

A few days ago, to my surprise, I found Mr. Chetan Bhagat's editorial in Times of India, talking about educational reforms in India. But realizing that both the paper and the writer are works of fiction or working for fiction, my surprise abated. Okay, so I went ahead to see what this 'another-IITian-IIMite-Investment Banker-Non-Resident-Indian-for-11-years' had to say about reforms in India. This guy was excited about his book being made into a movie (and everybody already knew that the movie is based on FPS well in advance and well enough to give him due credit!). He said that I am afraid that people will watch the movie, enjoy it, analyze and criticize the acting, direction, songs, etc. etc. , but soon will forget the message(??? Oww....FPS had a message? I dint know it? I found it a simple masala novel cashing in on IITs brand name and priced cheap to make a non-regrettable readable book). Ok, may be it had some hidden one which I missed while I had much more quality stuff to read. So, lets wait and watch the movie, which definitely should have something with Aamir, Raju and the kind of talented maestros involved in it.

A few days later...an overwhelmed me came out of the theater after watching this amazing attempt at making people realize the need to refine the Indian education system. The beautifully portrayed concept of running behind excellence and not success or grades was the highlight of the movie. So, the movie struck the right chords in our hearts, and Mr Chetan Bhagat should have thanked the creative geniuses behind the movie, for making something this beautiful out of an average book. He should have felt great that the so called message he was talking about was highlighted (or was the message about CB being the genius behind this success? was he really talking about that being lost? Welcome one more hypocrite on the block people!). Instead after a week of thrilling, raving success, the writer pitches in with a biiiig post on his blog, and a looong line of news hungry media people ready to make him the next hero. The fame game has taken toll and the hunger is growing exponentially.

Just imagine had he written the book behind Slumdog Millionaire (Q&A by Vikas Swarup), he would have surely planted a bomb in the airline transporting the Slumdog team to Oscars, had they not taken him along!! But there are people like Vikas Swarup and Gulzar who faced this situation gracefully, as a truly talented artist would do.

And the irony, all this cheap fame game is burying the message deep down the controversy lane! The message which should have been strengthened after "Taare Zameen Par" and "Munnabhai" :"We need to come forward to reform the education system in India. We need to chase learning, excellence and creativity and not money or success. In a simple language "We need to make ours and other people's life happy, by ending this rat race" "

I feel really restless for the pathetic role media is playing in this game by being the constant fuel supplier in this fire. I hope there are at least a few genuine people who are willing to follow the ideals to make India a better country.

PS: Planning to post more on education in India soon.

Cooking gains!

2009-11-02T12:20:00.000-08:00

My stay at home right now is teaching me new things....like 'enjoying cooking'.
I have been able to experiment on some kinds of paranthas my mom taught, all independently now :D. Yesterday I experimented something beyond my mom's Indian kitchen :)
I tried out 'Pasta with white sauce' (I don't know the actual name), which turned out pretty much like the pastas we get in nice Italian restaurants. The recipe came from Bawa's recipes (along with my brother's directions :P)

Here are the links for my record and for anyone else willing to enjoy this:

1.Cooking the pasta (I used penne)

2. Making white sauce (refer the 'for the white sauce' section only)

3. After boiling the pasta and preparing the sauce:

- Fry some veggies (i used capsicum and peas) in adequate olive oil

- Pour the sauce in it and stir for a minute or so

- Pour the boiled pasta too and stir for about a minute while adding some oregano and basil seasoning along

And finally take it off the burner, and garnish with some more grated cheese! Its ready to be savoured now :D

And the act did not spare us a thought or a second to click a picture to flaunt it here.

The act was climaxed by a double scoop from 'Naturals'.
Just note the richness of white sauce which alarms me to think twice before making this stuff again and the combined meal of the day is making me walk slopes now......

But still the cooking has been enjoyed, relished and gained ! :D

Dream and Dreamer

2009-08-18T10:46:00.000-07:00

Dear Dream

Resting in the restless eyes for years...
you are trying to figure your way out....to get exposed....
but please listen.....don't come out unshielded .....they will prick you....burst you....make you all shambles!
Let me build it on you...the cover to protect you....for you.....and then we'll take you to the world !

Dreamer

I don't know how much of this makes sense to many people, but i just felt like scribbling. While thinking all this also remembered one of my favorite poems I read in 9th standard "चाँद और कवि" by "दिनकर".

And the King departed...

2009-04-23T00:01:00.000-07:00

The Aura has ascended, away from the physical world, up to the greater world which must have yearned for it since long. It belongs to the King who blessed several lives for 75 years, and will rule several hearts forever.

This King built his mighty empire of ideals, principles, genius, knowledge and loads of affection in all those great years. A month ago he left it in the hands of his 8 princesses, who took it to faraway corners of the country. And further we, the grand-kids, blessed with a tinge of his genius, continue to expand his empire.

In the calm town of 'Kolaras' near Gwalior, Nanaji grew up to be this wonderful lawyer 'Advocate Chintamani Jain'. Such was his genius, agility and impact that dawn of his 70s could not stop his practice. His growing storehouse of knowledge impressed me whenever I visited his libraries: the personal with myriad flavors ranging from PG Woodhouse and Jefferey Archer to Premchand and Maxim Gorki along with the pious Jain literature, and the Advocate's with racks and racks of books which all appeared same to me!

All the visits to nanaji's place had this in common: as soon as you enter the front graden, a loud, enthusiastic call, with that unique tone of kiddish affection was the first voice you heard; then 2 coarse, hard hands, caressed your cheeks, which was the first touch you recieved and finally the owner of this voice and hands soon planted a lovely kiss on your forehead. Irrespective of you being a teen or an adult, you could not resist the child in you! Can't help but miss it.....that feeling of assurance and protection.

I remember my latest meetings with him, as travel enthusiast Nanaji planned trips to visit his daughters and their children too! He could not feel prouder and happier looking at his grand -children ascending up their family and career ladders. As much he spoke with pride of his kids, the prouder I feel when I introduce myself as his granddaughter.

How much I write about him, his grandeur was unsurpassable. I sometimes secretly fantasized of my future family meeting him, while myself feeling proud of my own descent! But the sudden call of fate did not even let me see him for the last time. I now can just wish that our paths cross again in these cycles of life.

Though I knew it before, but still the truth has fallen upon me, and asking me to take moments out to caress the roots of your being, your self, and to take time off to get lost in the adorable lap of grandma or the experienced talks of grandpa....before they depart!

Mumbai->Bangalore, t->th

2009-02-27T10:01:00.000-08:00

The long hands of fate have finally managed to pull me away from the '6 year old haven' and put me in this city, now called Bengaluru. Yes, I haven't been able to find any associating adjectives for this city yet. I have, knowingly or unknowingly, been trying to draw comparisons, and romanticizing about the 'enervated link'. When the link was flourishing, I sometimes just 'stood still' admiring the 'always running road' visible from the big balcony of my hall. While it kept telling me that life goes on and on....I moved on.
I no more belong to it, and now, I can empathize with all my friends and acquaintances who had had this experience.
New links are still in the process of development. A few things I could think of when I entered the new city: how careful I used to be while spelling the names of my gult friends, taking care of all the th's and a's. But now all t's are th's and I just feel lucky to have no t's in my name. It does help me escape the uncontrollable annoyance when one finds a modified version of one's most possessed identity. Silence of the night, and even the day, makes me nostalgic about the days when I wanted some peace around. I now yearn for some noise around, some more communication. Another one as expected is the weakened language links, which I have to learn to live with or to manage with.
This is all for the day 1 experiences of parting from the old and meeting the new, hoping to find the optimistic me here again!

PS: Just realized the first optimistic point. This experience helped me get back to my most satiating past time : writing :-)

Multitasking....

2009-01-19T10:43:00.000-08:00

Of late I am just too bored of my laziness, this lethargic period.....which has gone to the extent that I am reluctant to think and write simultaneously [:(]...my last post was a sample where I tried to reflect on my mood using an old composition, which was not that relevant, but for my laziness, it worked. The lazy female in me was willing to just sit and think and think and think and then happily loose all the thoughts in eternity. And she finally came up with this idealess, messageless post since I was too keen on scribbling something in my blog.
Here this goes as some multitasking I am doing after ages it seems....thinking and writing simultaneously [:D]
I am again lost in ideas now....the past 2 months have been happening part of my life, which continues till date, could have been much more happening but for my laziness to react to them..... be it the surroundings, the city, the family, the friends, or the movie spree with mummy-papa, or the health and healthcare(be it for others or myself), or the few books i managed to read, or the change in year part of date...... I am just soo less energetic to act or react!

I want this lethargy to come to an end with this post, I wish it does as writing is something which brings some enthusiasm back to me, but yeah, only if this can be called some writing !

PS: I just recalled the writing and rewriting and more rewriting and writing I did for an application, which finally didn't work for me.

" पहचान "

2008-12-28T21:36:00.000-08:00

ज़िन्दगी बहती चली जा रही है
दिशाहीन सी, बस हवा के संग
कभी हर दिशा में दिखता है रास्ता
तो कभी हर रास्ता बंद आता है नज़र
कभी लगता है कि वो सही हैं
तो कभी लगता है सही है ये मन
बस, इसी उलझन में खोती जा रही है वो पहचान
जो जब थी तो बदलना चाहती थी आज में
पर आज जब है तो फ़िर
बनना चाहती है वो बीता कल .......

Excellent philosophy of Life..........

2008-11-12T03:01:00.000-08:00

Got a forward today with the title as above, and content as below:

Life is....

"Leaving the house in the morning, dressed in clothes that you bought on credit card for work,

driving through the traffic in a car that you are still paying for, putting in petrol that you cannot afford,

in order to get to the job that you hate but need so badly,

so that you can pay for the clothes, car, petrol

and the house that you leave empty the whole day,

in order to live in it"

Just realized this was my gtalk status for quite some time....and look, life is no more like this for me, at least now :P. I m actually staying+living in the house these days, and to tell you this is gr88. After the happenings of 5th November, and after an insight into so many seemingly positive after effects, i once again admire the satire in the statement above.

Am trying to read through the works of fate to figure out where is it trying to take me now, and taking my time for that. Talking about living in the present, the train has stopped at a platform with lots of paths to tread on.....leaving me wondering which to! The present looks good, but as I said, it carries all the fears.....actually.... its more of excitement now......with a tinge of adventure He has put in......nice flavors u have got!

One more point I always wondered about the mighty One there, but never mentioned at this place....we must learn it all from Him. He is an excellent Manager, a superb planner(but really ruthless sometimes)....mind you He would never let go His resources waste....so be ready to roll! Some might understand this today, others may someday......can't elaborate anymore :)

Khatrooon ke.....Khiladi !!

2008-07-21T09:56:00.000-07:00

I bet 'Akshay Kumar aur 13 haseenayen' performing stunts on the Indian version of 'Fear Factor', debuting today, wouldn't have considered the tough competition thrown by 'UPA and/vs NDA and/vs CPM and/vs SP and/vs JD and/vs ............ and/vs the haseena Mayawati and/vs the haseena Sonia Gandhi ' performing political stunts being covered 'beautifully' by all the '24 hour News channels'. Let me just walk through all the major points of the fun I had watching TV today:

Live Lok Sabha session:
-- Deputy Speaker announces: 'Gentlemen (??), please note that dinner will be served at 9:15 in room number 21'
An opposition leader: 'Nahin, hum namak nahi khayenge, hum to aaj unko harayenge, to namak kaise kha sakte hain!'
-- Laloo the 'Angry old man' shouting all the weird curses in the Parliament: A must watch!
-- Shibu Soren taking time to nap in the 'serenity' of Parliament lost in the sweet dreams coming true after assurance of his deal, before the N-deal
-- Advaniji making all the efforts with his old, shaking voice to crumble down the UPA govt.
-- All the 'shayars and their shayaris' finding a subject and platform in Parliament today

News channels rocking:
-- 'Sansad chale chalo' , with all the 'Khiladis' walking proudly towards their 'Ranbhumi' with the background music as 'Koi humse jeet na paye..chale chalo'! (One of my favourite movies is spoofed ruthlessly here :( )

Newspapers screaming:
-- Naidu: Congress says its going for N-deal for the sake of development, but at the cost of ethics, moral values...Rs 35, 40 or 50 crore for each MP..... Shekhar Gupta: But if the Congress loses, then the other side paid even more!

Apart from this, office is also a happening place: With a colleague of mine popping up with a small game to test our 'understanding of horse-trading/defections/numerology and some politics too'. The game requires a participation fee of Rs. 5 (what else a common man can afford for a political game with inflation touching 12%). What you have to do is just to place a bet on whether the UPA govt. will fall or survive tomorrow with your estimate of the number of seats it gets.

humphhh...what else could be a more dangerous game than this one being played since the beginning of 'coalition era'.... risking our nations' present and of course future! Sorry Mister Akshay Kumar, you missed this idea!! I bet it would have paid you much more ;)

He was there......

2008-06-04T10:59:00.000-07:00

25th May 2008, it was my to be last day after a week long stay with my grandparents and rest of the family in Kota. I had to return back to work in Mumbai. The same time was chosen by our respectable minority of 'Gurjjars' to put up their demands for their 'true rights' by depriving us of our rights to travel across the country. No wonder my train scheduled from Amritsar to Mumbai had to twist and turn and by pass us('us' because i was to be accompanied by my chachi and cousins who were heading to Mumbai for vacations) on its route to Mumbai. We were desperate to get back the same day, hence random inquiries were made and we finally decided to board another train scheduled at 5:30 pm same day, but obviously, no reservations available. No wonder again, that it was the only train running on those tracks. A friend of my father had taken permission for one person to accompany one of his acquaintances in AC 3 tier coach. Another was expected to help us out with a berth somewhere, since he assured us to board the train. But, how could one expect this crisis time to turn to our needs. As soon as i called him back, he said you know na, TTE says no seat, now manage somehow please. I felt betrayed, but the times explained it all, hence had to accept the situation. Now, we were two females and 2 kids without a reservation all the way striving to go through it. Parents, unlces, baba(grandpa), with the usual worries...all kept calling for an hour, asking my chachi and kids to get down at a nearby station where someone was to be sent to escort them back home and send them the next day. But, looking at the worsening situation of trains, we decided not to give up today in the hope of tomorrow. Also, I was counting on my previous experiences of traveling without a reservation with friends and even in ladies general coach once. Hence, we decided to continue our journey, with none of us getting down.
Thanks, but no thanks to a few of our co passengers who had let us sit in the coach for around 4 hours (with a few of them throwing scowls at us as my notorious cousins 'behaved kids') after which we followed our decision to get a penalty for sleeper class. All these 4 hours my brothers had been asking me..didi, do something na, where is our seat? When will we get a seat?

Now, after the penalty I took my aunt along and one luggage to find some place in the sleeper coaches. The coaches were jam packed with all sorts of people feeling lucky to have found a corner in the train. I could see some 'Reeboked', and 'Adidased' TShirts with Lee Denims, often not visible in sleeper coach, today finding comfort on the boiled up floors, all full of sweat. Without stopping much here and there we observantly and despairingly crossed one coach. The next one had similar scenes awaiting and we were still finding our way out through the packed 'pathways' that suddenly a voice came from somewhere behind us....'jagah dhundh rahe ho??'...i turned back and said....involuntarily with a miserable expression...'haan...ticket confirm nahi hai'....he replied 'agar aap manage kar sakte hain to mein ek berth de sakta hun...jo 7 coach duur hai...actually hum bachchon ko yahin adjust kar lenge...par 7 coach duur hai actually'......for one moment i felt is he kidding with us?? But then i said yeah....'hum kar lenge..actually humare saath 2 bachche bhi hain..to ek bhi mil jaaye abhi to bahut hoga'. Then he asked us to follow him, and we did, continuously for about 10 minutes to reach a compartment surprisingly uncrowded. I was elated to see an empty middle berth and the empty luggage space too(our luggage count was 4). I thankfully threw a glance at the benefactor, who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere just for our aid! I had not noticed the very first moment I saw him, but till now i had... he was a middle aged man with quite a lot of grey hair and a faint but quite noticeable smile bearing the calmness of his demeanor. I asked chachi to occupy the place and went back to fetch the luggage and kids. All my way back i thanked him galore. In the heat of May while crossing Rajasthan in a sleeper coach, I felt fully charged to fulfill my responsibilities. In a few minutes after two more rounds of shuttling, the kids and luggage were at our newly found place. We arranged all of it, and with a silent approval (no frowns and scowls) from our fellow passengers we finally spread a bedsheet in the middle of berths and made ourselves cosy. We had space for a 'luxurious journey' back to Mumbai, all because of a miraculous appearance of a stranger. I could now come back and join office the very next morning and we were appreciated for bringing all of us safely and not that worned out, all thanks to him or HIM...dunno who had descended!!

PS: The incident was soo noticeable for me because it was the same day that I had spent some time with a few people sharing their 'divine experiences', listening to them all half heartedly. But at some moment in the train I had recalled them all thinking if it was true the same divine power has a chance to prove it for us now.

Jolt of nostalgia!

2008-05-16T12:00:00.000-07:00

Ta na na nana na na naaa.....taa na na nana nana naaa......
yeah...just recalling Malgudi days...i wish it would hit the screen again with the same old genuinely genuine DD1 !
Although I dont have any clear picture of myself watching Malgudi days as a kid...but my mom tells me that all three of us sat hooked up to TV when 'Swami' was on screen.
Still i do remember so much more of the good old DD channel.....Mowgli and his selfless Jungle friends.....babaji ki potli....the strange yet lovable Stone Boy.....Alice taking us to wonderland....the materialized Gayab Aaya....chhipkali ke nana, danasur....summer time with chhutti chhutti...and soo much more for we the kids. The simplicity was alluring enough to pull viewers of every age. Then there were the friday night movies for which my bro and i sat with all the preparations to finish it off till the end, with me always ending up sleeping before 'the end' and my bro always sustaining it. Sunday mornings were also not difficult waking up with Rangoli adorning the screen. I soo hated getting up late on sundays then.
Apart from this, how can i miss the mention of our epics turned into the historical episodes of Ramayan and Mahabharat! Elders cant help mentioning the deserted roads when these wonders were hitting the screen. All sized members of the families used to sit lined up leaving all the worldly matters aside! Such was the aura of Indian mythology portrayed on television. My father mentioned that he had been to many field trips during that period, and if his 'on trip' time clashed with Ramayana he used to stop by villages where people sat huddled up around a community television, to get a glimpse.
Mahabharata was effectual to the extent as my mom tells, 'My elder bro was so petrified on seeing 'Abhimanyu wadh' that he hid behind a door and watched the whole incident from there, and cried a lot after it ended'....still I don't have even a fazed memory of that...i desperately wish to witness the grandeur of golden days of DD1 and Indian television.
It is possible to watch all this stuff from various sources now, but still that simpler television, with no 'never ending non hooking options to fiddle with remotes' was a good one to spend your 'fursat ke pal ' with your family!
It seriously wouldn't be a bad idea for some channel to offer that era again!

In the 'lost cell' league :(

2008-04-08T23:19:00.000-07:00

After 6 years of cell usage, and just one handset change(and i still preserve my first one)...finally I am among the 'cellphone losers' after loosing my Nokia 6233 :(

Just missing all the very good pics and messages which sometimes you feel like preserving....
Seemed like, God sooo wanted me to part with it...dunno what he has in store for it!

The Seven Year Itch

2008-04-06T03:06:00.000-07:00

Just went through an expressive acknowledgment of the restlessness creeping into lives periodically....was unaware of this phrase till now..The Seven Year Itch!
This has little to do with Marilyn Monroe's flick with that immortal portrait of The Girl! Still it has lot to do with each and every life around, everyone aspiring to live their dreams.
As wiki Answers, Seven Year Itch :
'All along you saw signs but you ignore them or you were too busy to act on them, and after seven years you finally realized what you missed and try to change it.'
This restlessness has turned 'an investment banker to a tour guide', 'an engineer to a farmer','IT manager to a restaurateur' , 'a doctor to a filmmaker', 'housewife to a gym trainer', 'a banker to NGO worker' and what not!
Just give in to this itch at the right time and let it bring the transitions it has got to bring....making us live the dreams which keep on creeping intermittently into those restless eyes!

Welcome 2008 :)

2008-01-01T08:54:00.000-08:00

This comes as an afterthought to my bro's thoughts......
he was just wondering ....for just one tick of clock, for that single split second....why millions of people are ready to vibe in their own ways....spend fortunes....make this second the uniquemost.................

what i could simply think was ..... a year being a full cycle of earth around sun..also is completion of a cycle in our lives...a cycle of achievements, a cycle of mistakes, a cycle of beautiful memories, a cycle of tragedies.....with the ending being a formal acknowledgment of all that is bygone, and appreciation of all that is to come...... for soo many this cycle can be a day long....or week..or month...and for few a year is only a part of this cycle...
still...the year stands as a universal measure of life's life! Probably this justifies those several celebrations for this "one second". With the learning from bygone years, and resolutions to make the coming ones much better...... wish these cycles keep enriching our lives!

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2007-12-26T09:45:00.000-08:00

Feeling the title above...after end of an awesummm time with old friends, and new ones too, visiting me......
Currently just can't help keeping this 'song of the trip' in my playlist...the music is simply magical...... nostalgic......the lyrics....are again lovely!

Moonlight Kiss

I can feel my heart
And it's fit to burst
I try to clean it up
But I just get worse

Wish I could fall
On a night like this
Into your lovin' arms
For a moonlight kiss

I thought I saw your face
In the evenin' sky
On a lonesome cloud
That was driftin' by

I wish I could fall
On a night like this
Into your lovin' arms
For a moonlight kiss

You got someone else
Maybe it's for the best
Since I took the cure
For happiness

And I'd trade it all
On a night like this
For your lovin' arms
And a moonlight kiss

For your lovin' arms
And a moonlight kiss

Lovin' arms
And a moonlight kiss
Ooh, yeah

Craving........

2007-12-14T10:42:00.000-08:00

Comes to me a book, i'll be the passionate reader...
Find me a teacher, and i'll be the scholar....
Play me a music, and i'll be all ears....
Be the storehouse of knowledge, i'll be the stealer....
Learned, when u spill the beans, i'll catch 'em all....
Give away all your thoughts, i'll secure all the brighter...

Yearning to fill up the unfathomable depths of learning...
Wish this craving never ends....

A lifetime experience!!!

2007-09-25T03:39:00.000-07:00

First in my life time...first of its kind.....the first one to be written in history of T-20 cricket....yeah WE WON!!! After years of listening and just listening about '83 cup...we finally could live it!
This small engraving goes as a toast to our "STAR TEAM" for getting INDIA's name engraved in golden letters in history of international cricket...KEEP IT UP!!!!!

How high is YOUR SKY ?

2007-09-02T11:42:00.000-07:00

Woke up to a pleasant rain washed morning, I was all set to leave for a much awaited get together. I boarded my flight from Mumbai to Delhi with hopes of living up a few small, beautiful dreams. Take off! and soon we soared high towards the sky packed with thick, dense clouds. I was enjoying views from my window seat and soon found our plane cutting through those deceptively existing clouds. A little girl sitting just behind my seat was exhilarated at the sight of the sky outside. As soon as we came out and started sailing above the sea of clouds, she exclaimed "Hum to aasman se bhi upar hain!!". The moment made me wonder....how do we define our sky?
Innocence of that kid was deceived by clouds, which made her wonder if ever a sky existed beyond them. But, just once.....you need to cut through all the seemingly existing hurdles and there you are ......to find your own new limits....on your way to a higher sky. And thats when you say......SKY IS THE LIMIT!!
Soo...wondering ...How high is your sky?? Just analyze, realize and keep soaring higher and higher
.. I wish I do... :)

Back to life!

2007-09-02T11:30:00.000-07:00

Writing after a long time....first one after leaving institute....this place has missed all the nostalgic highs and excitement of new job...all of which wasn't shared here......
still just one thing to say....this new phase of life seems good enough.....neither i find myself missing old things nor do i still find this world's big bad part! Don't feel like elaborating much about this 2.5 month old new life right now...but am just on a high after a wonderful time with old friends.... reliving some old times and creating some more wonderful memories....and waiting to touch more of this high sky...... [:)]

The day!!

2007-02-07T14:53:00.000-08:00

This day calls for an inscription here....yeah its just another day of the year..just one more year passing by...making me a year older....yes its my b'day!
Everytime i think of b'days i just regard the day as one normal day of your life...with no reasons to be happy about getting a year older.........losing one more year of your life..blah blah!

But....the paradox..... every time it arrives...it just adds more life to my life!!!!
yeah...i mean it.....and this day...my last life adding b'day at IIT, has simply started awesome!!

Just thinking of those continuous phone calls.....all the besst ppl of one's life around you...with these many wonderful surprises....and reviving some crucial relationships!!! Just want to thank all the wonderful people in my life through this small engraving in my blog :) and wish everyone of them feels the same life adding effect :D

Adhoora Chaand

2007-02-02T06:36:00.000-08:00

One of my favourites :)....a memory from first year.....

Adhoora Chaand
Ek shaam baithi thi jab chhat par
achanak nazar padi pedon ke jhurmut se jhaankte
uss khoobsurat adhoore chaand par
sochne lagi mein usse taakte-taakte
kyon hai khoobsurti iss adhoorepan mein
jabki ek bada hissa uska, nahin aata nazar mein
kyon ki dhak liya hai usse, ek kaali parchhai ne
theek ussi tarah jaise, dukhon ka ghana andhera
dhak leta hai jeevan ko
par tab bhi hoti hain, jeevan ki chhoti-chhoti khushiyan
jo karti hain roshan jeevan ko
issi adhoore chaand ke chhote se hisse ki tarah.

jo doob jaoge gar dukh ke andheron mein
to na paoge jeevan ke iss chaand ko
par gar ho nazar khushi ke chand palon par
to sukh ki chandni bhar degi jeevan ko.
aur tab jeevan bhi lagega sada
adhoore chaand sa khoobsurat.

:)

visiting the past platforms :)

2007-02-02T06:21:00.000-08:00

Some of my old poems which never left my diary....but i m sorry..... its all for hindi lovers :)
My first one from the memories of 9th standard......

Vo Sandesh
Chali ja rahi thi mein raah par
Udaseen, vichaaron mein magn
yahi kalpana rahi thi mein kar
kaash! sach hote ye toote swapn.
har pal rahi thi mein usse kos
kyon na likhi meri kismat achchhi?
kya asafalta mein mera tha dosh,
ya nahi thi meri shradhha sachchi?
kya kya thay iss mann ke armaan
chumegi safalta mere kadam
milega uchch sthaan va maan-samman
aur duur ho jayenge sab gham.
sahsa kuchh dekh mere kadam thithke
tha vo ek laachaar, majboor
chheen liye thay nayan jiske ishwar ne rooth ke
par tha uska prayantna purzor
sach karne ko koi sundar sapna.
na thi usse ishwar se shikayat
par dridh vishwaas se wah tha chahta kuchh karna
aur, de raha tha ek sandesh shayad.
honthon par chha gai mere muskaan
ho gaya mujhe uss shakti ka andesh
jo ki hai ishwar ne mujhe bhi pradaan
aur shayad yahi tha Vo Sandesh!!

:)

Anthropocentricism.......

2006-10-11T10:05:00.000-07:00

The issue has now subsided, but it was on my mind since long....and reminded me of some of the ecological ethics lectures in Environmental Science course ( i really slept very little through those few lectures :P ). Issue was regarding the attack of panther on little innocent puppies outside our hostel. Soon after it we were given instructions to not to feed those puppies or their mom with biscuits and stuff. This was to keep them away from the hostel, and hence the panther. I guess it was a very obvious and wise instruction for we humans, even i might be a big hypocrite and following it. But then the thought keeps pinching me again and again especially when i see the poor mom of those puppies lying listlessly at our hostel gate :(..........how mean we are....we tend to mould everything the way it suits us..for the sake of humanity...irrespective of other living creatures..even some of the drives for saving extinct or rare species are driven by our interests.....its all for humans!
The associated technical term is Anthropocentricism....
I am not someone really really affectionate for animals.....or planning to do some Maneka Gandhi......but just had this passing thought which i penned down here......since just couldnt stop pondering upon the plight of the poor mother who lost her puppies.....contrasting with the protective measures taken by us !!

Its Magical !!

2006-09-25T14:44:00.000-07:00

"Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistiguishable from magic."
-Arthur C. Clarke

Ever wondered J.K. Rowling's idea of Hogwarts being a close simulation of advanced technical institutes like IITs.....

The idea used to come to my mind whenever i experienced the hectic schedule here...and then read about Hermione, Ron and Harry racing for lectures.....meeting the deadlines for assignments.....Ron waiting for Hermione to complete them..so that he can copy then.... Also many professors can be mapped onto the professors here :P.....

If u go to a layman and describe the kind of things we learn here......will it not be something really magical for him ?? A small robotics project is enough to fantasize him....
The starting quote by Arthur C. Clarke well expresses the idea......

PS: The idea above has just got words b'coz of a similar posting by a senior of mine..Manish..so please don't sue me for plagiarism :P..i just couldn't resist writing about it....

Train of Thoughts

2006-09-25T14:31:00.000-07:00

My first public posting....starting with a poem i wrote long ago...hope u get the rationale behind my blog name after reading that :) .....

TRAIN OF THOUGHTS
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I wish i could do it
I wish it sees the red light
Its running through the mind
'The Train of Thoughts'..

How i wish, forever it could stop
At the 'present' platform
Let me feel the presence of 'present'
But it never does..

The 'past' is left behind
But the train still carries 'it'
The goneaway stills and reminds
Feelings of nostalgia..

Still it doesn't stop
Loaded with so many hopes and dreams
Keeps on moving picking up fears too
Heading towards 'The Future'..

Ohh Lord!!I wish it could be stopped
Stationed at 'The Present'
And let me feel the presence of 'present'
But it never does!!