Sunday, December 31, 2006

The New MacBook. Post #1 :)

This is the first of many posts coming up from my new macbook :) It truly is a beautiful machine and definately a work of art. I look forward to a great time with this laptop.

Wish all of you a very very happy new year from me. May all your dreams come true this coming year and in the years ahead :)

Friday, December 29, 2006

Come... Come... Come Into My World

Another year whizzes by...

- I was in training with my new company at the start of the year.
- I am working abroad for my company by the end of the year.

- I started the year at 22 years of age.
- I am finishing the year at 23 years of age.

- I learnt to put the past behind.
- I went back to a point in the past to partially rollback life.

- I made many new friends, learnt so much about life from them, enjoyed their zest for life and joie-de-vivre, and learnt to enjoy myself and just do things and live in the present always.
- I also looked into myself and saw a solitude that is an essential part of me. A part of me meant for no one in the world.

- I was fortunate to be in iCE, organizing events, meeting new interesting people.
- I am fortunate to be in Tokyo, planning to goto Roppongi for New Year's eve.

- I learnt that somewhere inside me, there is someone who CAN love...
- I also learnt that it is not time to share that yet...

- I learnt that I miss people. I am concerned for them. I should be more vocal about it to them.
- I learnt it after going away.

- I learnt to enjoy life. Be a little carefree. Not be analytical about all that is there in this world.
- I learnt that the only way forward is through careful planning and proper execution along with a healthy dash of luck.

- I lost a dear part of my family.
- ...

- I started learning to play music, something I had been waiting for 6 years to do.
- I had to give it up after 2 classes due to my trip to Japan.

- I had great mentors to guide me, to teach me, to show me the way forward. And I owe them all that I have today and will have in future...
- ...

- My mother turned 50 and we had a divine day, arranging Poojai for her birthday and the welfare of the family.
- The same day, I let out my pent up emotions after one and a half years for an irreplacable loss and an absent member of the family, feeling gutted that they could not be with us to enjoy such a divine, god-given day.

- I am starting this post on my office desktop.
- I shall finish the year with a post on my new Apple MacBook :)



Wish all of you a very very happy new year :) May God grace you with all the happiness you deserve and many many great experiences in the year to come :)

Tuesday, December 26, 2006

What Is Love?

There was this song that I probably heard on some casette a long time back. It was a song called "What Is Love?" by Haddaway and the only words I remember are:

What is love
Oh baby, don't hurt me
Don't hurt me no more...


I don't really remember the rest of the song and probably this might seem like a very senti or emotional start towards a long, teary, "heartfelt" :) sermon.

As a writer, I myself read my pieces in third person as a detached entity and that entity is right now rolling his eyes at the words of the song. But again, I must be truthful enough to say that these lyrics keep coming to mind quite often as a tune that plays in your head sometimes and refuses to go away :)

What is love? Do any of us know? Do ALL of us know? Do any of us care? Do ALL of us care? Do we need it? Can we live without it? Why are there some conditional loves and yet some unconditional loves, all in this same world?

Distances make the heart grow fonder, it is said... I think whoever said it is quite true. Atleast in my case. Coming away from home has probably made me appreciate the people in my life to the best of my ability. It is not to say that I didn't love them. Probably, now it has taken the form of not taking their presence in my life for granted.

Probably, I now sit back and think: Have I treated them well? Have I given them happiness? Have I been what they might have wanted me to become? Have I managed to fulfill their dreams and ambitions that they wanted to live through me? (whether that's good or bad, let's leave that debate for another day...)

Various circumstances and events have made me very paranoid... I get up each morning hoping that the day goes well and I go bed at night with a silent prayer thanking the Lord for the day having gone well... Why do I feel anxiety? sorrow? emotions???

I look back on a lot of times when I could have shown it, but I didn't. I expected them to understand, and probably they did too.

Is love a simple concept or a complicated manifestation? Is it pure or selfish? Is it need-based or respect-based? Is it all of us experience in our lives or just a chosen few?

And amidst all these questions, I look back at the unconditional and pure love I have received. From those around me, who didn't need to do it. From those who never would get anything in return from me. From those, who were and are my "farishtas"... I have received more than any man has a right to expect...

And at the end of it all, I ask myself: "Was It Love?" :)

Friday, December 22, 2006

It's A New Day, It's A New Start...

Almost a month gone and still I am somehow unable to comprehend the difference between being in India and being here. Being amidst i-flex colleagues and many more Indians, it seems pretty much like home. There are even a lot of Tamilians here, though with my accent and way of speaking, they do doubt whether I am real or a fake Tamilian :) People here say that I don't look like a South Indian and instead look like a pucca Mumbaikar.

I miss Mumbai a lot. Watching Munnabhai, watching other movies set in Mumbai, I am reminded of those kopchas and small time restaurants that I used to go into not so long back. Marine drive, where I used to sit on the parapet with friends and enjoy the breeze till late nights :)

After the initial enthusiasm of keeping a clean home and being organized, I now give higher priority to getting as much sleep as possible :) I have also borrowed "Made in America" by Sam Walton and purchased "Good to Great" by Jim Collins. I am almost through with "Made in America" and will finish it tonight.

I call home every day and it feels great to be speaking to the people I love the most in this world. Somehow, though there is also a heavy weight on my heart about the future, given the circumstances that have been prevalant. I also wonder why unlike almost everyone else, I seem to value people, life with them and their presence in my life only after they are far away from me.

Que sera sera - whatever will be will be...

In times of illogical thinking, downcast minds or loss of hope... thats where I believe my belief in HIM takes me through. I am not overtly religious, not overtly ritualistic, but yet my belief in Swamigal is strong and that is the belief that I shall carry forever.

Song For Tonight

My Father's Eyes - Eric Clapton

This entire week, this song has played in my head and I just had to listen to it somehow. The video is not Eric Clapton's, but it was the best and full song that I got, so I have put it up.

Final words: It's lovely to see friends fall in love and well... I am very happy hearing what I heard today :)

Friday, December 15, 2006

Japan Notes - Dwitiya

The joke doing the rounds at my site is that sending me to work is like Child Labour. Thats because I am the youngest person onsite here in terms of age and also the least experienced in the industry. My PM said that he passed out in 1998 and I make it seem like he is from another generation :)

Work has like always been hectic. Long hours at office under immense pressure to deliver results quickly. I faced my first such test on the last working day at 1 am in the night. Boy! I was unnerved and also calm at the same time. Unnerved by the fact that my application failed at a crucial stage and the impact it would have. And calm that my application was made well and that an external entity was causing it to break. All in all, we managed to do the required job and complete it. But that was the sign of things to come, I suppose.

It has been a case of long hours all the way through. This seems to be the work culture here and a norm rather than the exception. However, on weekends, I go to play Badminton at a club in an area called Tamachi. It is a sport I used to play during my Junior College days and was keen to restart to keep fit. It's another matter that I never got round to doing it while in India and am doing it after travelling so many miles.

The day goes in working and parallelly chatting with pals from the office PC. The office PC is my window to the outside world, since I don't have a computer at home yet. Am planning to buy a laptop soon and am looking at a Thinkpad as my to-buy option, even though it is very expensive, since this is a one-time investment for me, and the Thinkpad is the best there is. I should be going to Akihabara to do some research, even though that plan has been postponed a couple of times already.

I have taken a calling card and manage to speak to my family almost daily. Also have called up a few pals and spoken to them so far. Coming here has taught me to value the communication items that I have at home, because here there is a severe ration on communication :)

In the midst of the various discussions I have with pals on Gtalk and Yahoo Messenger, I observe that I seem to have become a more self-confident, self-aware and much less temperamental personality over time. It's not been a conscious effort. Just an evolution with time, I guess, as happens with everyone. But old habits do die hard and I chewed off someone yesterday for unprofessionalism. It wasn't intentional and I have tried very hard to suppress the irritation I feel when people expect to be spoon-fed, but it has been going on for some time since I was in the offshore team and somehow, yesterday I just said it straight to the person and he didn't take it too well, which isn't surprising, because when I talk straight, I myself know that I am very rude.

In other developments, I have submitted my papers for various processes and if all goes according to plan, I should be working here till end-2007 or beginning-2008.

I ask myself often, if I deserve this opportunity, if I am capable, if someone who deserves it more than me should have been given this opportunity? I can't seem to find the right answers to these questions. I can't claim to be the best there is in the IT industry in terms of knowledge or experience or even ability to grasp things. However I feel that my attitude towards work is second to none and I have always given work atleast my best shot, each time and every time, irrespective of the rewards waiting at the end of it or the lack thereof.

I remember the time during my Engineering days, when I have sat up all night to complete projects just for the love of it :) I really enjoyed trying out new programming things and learning new technologies. I used to turn on the FM radio all night long and work :) and a lot of times, my sleeping time would coincide with my dad's waking up time :) And after a few hours of sleep, I would be on my way to college.

Aah! Those days when the heart was pure and the mind fearless of people and circumstances... I truly know that I flew without wings...

One concrete dream I did have was to experience life to the fullest and travel and be someone in life. Nothing else was planned. Nothing was desired. I didn't know how I would live my dream. I guess I am still searching... From searching for greatness, I have evolved to searching for getting better...

Life has been very kind to me... And I shall not forget it...

Thank you...

Saturday, December 09, 2006

The World This Week

Growing up in the late 80s and early 90s, "The World This Week" was one of my most favourite programs on Television. It used to be hosted by Appan Menon and then Prannoy Roy. It talked about news from various cities of the world and in those pre-liberalisation days, I used to stay up at 10.30-11 pm in the night with my dad to watch it on Doordarshan. Some nights, I would fall asleep watching it. I was fascinated by the diverse range of people in this world. I followed some of the news. I did not follow some of the news. But I remember watching with bated breath as they showed pictures of the various cities. I loved seeing foreign cities.

Today, I complete my first week outside India. Well, almost...

A call from nowhere and a chance out of nowhere and bang! I landed in Tokyo, Japan.

I took the Singapore Airlines flight from Mumbai to Narita, Tokyo with a brief stopover/transit at Singapore. The flight was uneventful and I had decent company on the first flight, while I amused myself by learning Japanese number system on the second.

Singapore Changi and Narita, Tokyo airports are truly amazing airports. Big and systematic.

At Narita, I converted some foreign currency to local currency and booked a seat on the Limouzine bus to Shinagawa Prince in Meguro. The bus ride took 1.5 hours and get this: there were announcements on the bus apologizing that the driver was taking a different route to the one originally planned, owing to rush hour traffic :). Amazing... The drive was amazingly smooth and one didnt even feel the traffic jam...

From the Shinagawa Prince hotel, I had to take a cab to my apartment building at the Ichi Mast Life Apartment. I reached by around 8 PM. With loads of baggage, I was finding it difficult to carry it in. Megumi san, one of the representatives of the Ichi Corporation, which owns the Apartment block in which I live, helped me with the keys and with the baggage upto my apartment. She also told me about the ways to use the various appliances in the apartment. My apartment is a small one with a section for the kitchen, the bath and a bedroom. After living in a big house, this was something of a shock :)

The first night was rough. I was a bit homesick and being away from home for the first ever time in life, I decided that let's screw the future. Im getting out of here in 3 months flat. I missed my mom, my dad and my sis and just wanted to get back to living the way I had been. But the next morning onwards itself, I felt better and after some thinking, it struck me that one progresses through life and the only constant is change. And one cannot live forever in a protected environment. Anyways, I took it up as a challenge and decided (in my own arrogant way) that "No! I will not bow down to the circumstances. Come what may. I shall live out whatever time I have here, and live it well."

I can cook to save my life and generally can adjust wherever and in whichever manner needed. All that remained was learning to manage the house. One thing you learn as a Software Engineer is to pick up multiple skills very fast in a very short span of time. I shall always be very thankful to my field of work for that.

The first morning after itself was spent in purchasing household items and setting up the home :) My friend, Prakash, who has been living here for 3 months, was shocked by the amount of things I purchased on Day 1 itself. I must tell you that I have had very, very helpful and caring seniors here, which has lifted the pressure somewhat and made life a lot easier.

Thats all for now. Will definately post more in the coming days. This new phase of life is really exciting. Another step towards some goal that The One Above must have destined.

P.S: I started writing this post on the 1st of December and I am posting it on the 9th. I am having a great time in office :)

Song For Tonight

Papa Kehte Hain - QSQT

Papa kehte hain bada naam karega
Beta hamara aisa kaam karega
Magar yeh to koi na jaane
Ki meri manzil hai kahan

Papa kehte hain bada naam karega
Beta hamara aisa kaam karega
Magar yeh to koi na jaane
Ki meri manzil hai kahan
Papa kehte hain bada naam karega

Baithe hain milke sab yaar apne
Sabke dilon mein armaan yeh hai
Wo zindagi mein kal kya banega
Har ek nazar ka sapna yeh hai
Koi engineer ka kaam karega
Business mein koi apna naam karega
Magar yeh to koi na jaane
Ki meri manzil hai kahan
Papa kehte hain bada naam karega

Mera to sapna hai ek chehra
Dekhe jo usko jhoome bahar
Gaalon mein khilti kaliyon ka mausam
Aankhon mein jaadu honthon mein pyaar

Banda ye khoobsurat kaam karega
Dil ki duniya mein apna naam karega
Meri nazar se dekho to yaaron
Ki meri manzil hai kahan

Papa kehte hain bada naam karega


Periappa, I miss you very much... You were one of the kindest and most lively men I ever knew. I am sorry I wasn't there...

Thursday, November 23, 2006

Life's Calling... Where Are You?

I start on my trip to Japan from tomorrow. Seems like a distant happening. Seems like it is happening to someone else. It probably hasn't sunk in yet. There's a mixture of excitement, anxiety and a calmness that I know how to learn and that's what matters. Above all, there is this feeling that I am blessed by all...

Am waiting to exhale... Am waiting to live this new phase of my life for I don't know, how much time to come... Am waiting to make good the dreams of all the years I have lived... All those days when I thought life would take off, my career would take off... I hope this is the start of that dream, that hope...

My friends tell me that I deserve it, I have worked very hard for it and they are happy for me. But somehow, I feel I am walking towards my destiny. Nothing more. I believe in destiny to a certain extent that it is guided by our Karma - past and present. I believe more in present Karma, but somehow also give importance to past Karma, owing to various happenings around me and from the teachings of more learned ones.

In a more practical perspective, I guess as one of the lines on my desktop says: "Career planning is an oxymoron. The best opportunities in life tend to be unplanned." I believe that hard work and dedication is essential, not optional, and it is a given to be successful. One can probably take short cuts to short-term victories, but it's my view that, even though the world may have changed, only those people who are technically very proficient in their field and dedicated towards delivering quality will succeed. The dedication musn't come from the lure of money or opportunity alone. I believe that it is something very intrinsic to any individual. It comes from within. It is individual attitude. And as most things in this world, some have it, some don't.

"Work smart, not hard." is the mantra of the current generation. How about "Work hard. Be smart."? :) I believe that to be successful, one needs a lot of luck in this world and it is hard work that creates this luck for us to enjoy.

Having said all this, I give enough room to the fact that there are N number of people in this world and therefore there are N number of life stories. So there is no one right way.

All said and done, thank you for all your blessings and best wishes. I believe what I am and where I am going is all due to this.

My life's calling. And I was born ready...

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

When You Were Nineteen

You say today, with a heavy heart
You are a has been,
Who's only nineteen.

But wait awhile and cast a glance,
To what you are and what you will be.

Life is short, life is tough,
But the journey is long and wondrous.

A long road awaits you today.
With its twists and turns, to keep boredom at bay.

You have a long way to go.
Many a people to meet.
Many a heart to touch.

Amongst the woods, shall peek the moonlight
Take a minute and be enthralled
The beauty of life is lived only once.

The barometer of success is not by convention
It is,
By love,
By joy,
By music,
By flowers,
By thoughts.

And no one but you is a success for yourself.

The days today shall come to you tomorrow.
To cherish a bygone era.

Many a tear, many a smile shall ensue.
As the pages turn by time.

The hearts you touched shall remember you fondly.
The tears betraying their love.

The sights and sounds that come your way, are manifold
Be sure they don't remain untold.
And when the mind stops wandering,
Come back and realize.

You are not a used up has been...

Your are only nineteen...


- Naveen

Thursday, November 16, 2006

Coming Into My Own

Saw a debate today on MTV that took me back about 7 years in time when I was a clueless, immature kid with stars in his eyes, a fiery competitive spirit and a never say die attitude :) Just watching it made me realize that while the competitive spirit hasn't ebbed away completely, I have learnt to combat it with my new-found maturity and perspective. Am definately progressing in the right direction...

During one of our recent late night work sessions, my PL, Andy, made a very profound statement. (I guess being in office at midnight is enough to make anyone profound :) He said: "Zindagi duaon se chalti hai. Jo bhi aage apni life mein karoge tum log, hamesha dua paana... Waise bhi badduaon se kya milega? Somehow, woh hurt karte hain..." It really was such a simple, yet powerful statement and I really was better for having heard it.

Considering that I owe all I have to the blessings of my parents and well wishers, I truly endorse Andy's views... Gracias...

Monday, November 13, 2006

I'm Free Again

This post is fully and fully dedicated to my Ozzy God... He truly is God in a human form... I just cannot express how much I LOVE his music...

This is one of my all time favourite songs and one that is very, very close to my heart. The lyrics are so simple, yet so meaningful that one just can't stop drawing parallels with one's life... The song is "Goodbye To Romance"...

Please join in the tribute to the God by turning off the lights, turning on the speaker to full volume and feeling the song's lyrics word by word...

Saturday, November 11, 2006

My Experiments With Truth

I was in Sacred Hearts High School, Vashi from Standard III to VIII. We had scouting from Std. VIII - X. I was selected as a scout in Std. VIII and as part of our curriculum, we had to maintain a diary. Till not very long back(probably beginning of this year), I had retained my diary with me. It contained a Scout card with levels completed, my information including my scout house, patrol etc and some writings in an ink pen.

One of the most poignant entries and most vivid in my mind is of an incident I had written about in our Good Deed For Today, which is a motto of scouting. It said of an incident, where I had gone to buy milk and curd from the nearby diary in Sector 3 Vashi. The shopkeeper aunty (a Sardarni) returned to me more money than stipulated, by mistake. I remember till this day, very vividly that moment, when while walking back home, I counted the balance money and was shocked to find that the aunty had made a mistake by giving me a few more Rupees than the balance. I remember going back and telling aunty that she had made a mistake and gave her the excess money back. And her words till today, I wear with pride. She looked at me with a mixture of surprise and probably thankfulness and said: "Honest boy."

I was too young to realize the importance of being or not being honest, but I did what came naturally to me. But all the same, it was my first experience with truth (atleast the first one I remember so vividly.)

The second very important incident I remember is in my Class XI. We had an English teacher (again a Sardarni!!!) named Mrs. Kaur. She was one of two teachers who taught us English and for some reason, I was not particularly in her good books. Now it so happened that I used to do proxies of a chap in my class. On that fateful day, going against my gut feel, I again did a proxy for him in Mrs. Kaur's class. And as luck would have it, she caught it and asked the culprit to stand up, failing which she would cancel the attendance of the entire class. The first time she said it, the entire class kept quiet. The second time, everyone started looking at everyone else. The third time, I placed my bag on my desk and stood up quietly, looking straight at Mrs. Kaur, as a hush fell on the entire class. She looked straight at me and it must have been about 3-4 seconds later, that a boy in another row passed a comment on me. She asked that boy to leave the class, cancelled the proxy, asked me to sit down and continued the lecture. Many people made fun and tried to scare me saying I would be in big trouble for this, but that trouble never came. Mrs. Kaur never punished me for it. I understood I had made a mistake and swore that I would never do another proxy and I mostly kept my word throughout the remainder of my college life.

I think that it is these two incidents that have made me today what I am. For good or for worse. And truly I do not regret it one bit. I never have regretted being honest and straight forward, even when it has brought me a lot of pain and unnecessary conflict.

While I have been in conflicts because of my ways, I have never been punished for being honest. My parents have always allowed me to go free when I have told them the truth. Even my teachers have spared the rod on me when I have been truthful. I have gotten my share of punishments, but never for being truthful. Probably that is why I have never been afraid to be truthful. Maybe it is me, or maybe it is because these people made me such.

Somehow, somewhere deep in my heart, I like to believe that all the good things in my life have happened because I have been honest and straightforward. With myself first of all. And with others. And I believe, somehow it is the blessing of that shopkeeper Aunty whom I didn't cheat and the blessing of my teacher, who appreciated my honesty and did not punish me and instead punished the person who made fun of me, that my life is so blessed. I am privileged to live the life I do and I truly believe that it is the blessings of such people and my parents that have made me today what I am.

Somewhere deep down inside, I also believe that it is because I am a very proud man. I don't like to be seen as weak and I would not want to gain benefit by cheating others or stealing their opportunities from them. I am very proud and I would like to earn my own bread and butter with my own abilities. If my abilities mean I can have cake, then I am thankful for that. If they mean I must subsist on oatmeal, I am thankful for that too. The echo of my words, I found in the book "The Kite Runner", where Baba tells Ali never to deprieve another man of what is rightfully his. I have followed a similar principle all my life and I believe that today what I have is mine rightfully and with grace.

People have told me time and again that I am living in a fool's paradise and I must change my ways or be steam rolled. I agree that my ways might not be the way the world works. But somehow, I am willing to sacrifice a successful career where I could make crores a year for a 15k job if that means I can just be myself and go ahead with my ways. I dont mean to say that I am perfect. I do tell lies when I don't want to get in trouble or to avoid long discussions I don't want to have or to save someones skin. But I am not comfortable with cheating. This might seem very contradictory, but I have a very satisfactory logic which I keep telling myself to keep going this way ;)

Why this post today? I was speaking to Anshum today and this issue came up. And it made me realize that being honest wasn't the way I was meant to be. It is the way that it always had to be...

Nothin Lasts Forever And We Both Know Hearts Can Change...

One of the most beautiful and brilliant songs and one of my all time favourites. I remember a time when I listened to this song 9 times continuously without a break. Just shutting out the lights, turning the discman to full volume and closing my eyes and GNR playing for me, just for me...

Heaven...

The song is "November Rain" by Guns N' Roses

Friday, November 10, 2006

First Of All... I Would Like To Say... Im Proud To Be An Indian...

In April this year, there was the Davis Cup tie between India and Pakistan in Mumbai. The tie was level at 2-2 with Aisam Qureshi really playing his heart out for Pakistan. The final match was to be between Aqueel Khan and Rohan Bopanna. But then, the great man Leander Paes stepped in to play the final game instead of the inexperienced Bopanna. And what a match it was.

Leander won the first 2 sets easily and looked poised to finish off the match. But as luck would have it, the rustiness from not playing singles for a long time resulted in cramps which affected his game. This enabled Aqueel to pick up the next two sets, the fourth set being won 6-0. All this while, Leander could do nothing, but hobble and walk. But Leander came back to fight cramps and his opponent to win the final set 6-1 thereby scripting an epic comeback. Now, knowing Leander's propensity to raise his level in the Davis Cup, it came as no surprise that he won against all these odds. But what really got me sitting up and watching was that just 2 points before he won, he had tears in his eyes before he served and again after winning the last point, he burst into tears. It was just too amazing to see someone have the heart for these challenges even after 17 years on the circuit. Specially in a non-monetary tie like the Davis Cup.

My heart beats for India. And this is the reason why...

My Anthem

Time after time, each and every time, when under pressure I hum this song softly and all of a sudden, the adrenaline begins to flow, the spirit refuses to die and I achieve...

Thursday, November 09, 2006

Main Kaun Hoon?

Raah chalta musafir hoon main,
Zindagi ke in galiyon se guzarte hue.
Har lamha naya lage mujhe,
Har saans mein nayi umeed mile.

Kisi aur ke liye nahi,
Bas khud ke liye jee raha hoon main.
Apne khwab, apne armaan,
Inko sajata hoon main.

Bolne ko toh dosti nibhata hoon,
Par shayad khudi se hi hai dosti meri.
Log kehte hain aise na raho,
Par shayad kisi ki aaj tak suni nahi hai maine.

Apni duniya chalata hoon ummeed se, dridh nishchay se.
Koi manzil door nahi, sivay logon ke.
Har faasla hausle ko buland kare.
Haar kabhi nahi manunga.
Dum todke bhi aage badhunga.

Khudi ki bahut ooncha sochta tha,
Par hamesha sochta hoon kitna pyaar mila hai sabse.
Kya iske kabil hoon, kya iske layak hoon,
Sawal uthte hain, par jawab nahi aate.

Kaise meri duniya badal gayi in dinon,
Sochke bas muskurahat aati hai.
Kya woh din bhi dekhe maine,
Kya kuch koshish nahi ki thi,
Sochke aaj mein mann ko shanti dilata hoon.

Waqt ke pehle, taqdeer ke bina...
Aaj waqt aur taqdeer mere saath hain.
Toh na zyaada khushi hai, na un dinon ka gham.
Bas ek garv hai khudpe.

Zindagi ke pannon par likhne waali kahaniyon mein,
Ek chotisi kahani shayad meri bhi likhi hogi.

Likha jayega aise umeed karta hoon,
Ki sachchai aur imaan ki jeet hui thi.

Kya hoon, kaise hoon, kyun hoon.
Sochna chod diya hai ab aur mann ko milta hai sukoon.

Unko shukriya, jinhone sahay diya,
Aur unko bhi jinhone nahi.

Aaj main jo hoon, sab aapki dua se.
Bas aapki duaon se hoon main aaj.

Raah chalta musafir hoon main.
Bas raah chalta musafir hoon main.

Monday, November 06, 2006

Friday, November 03, 2006

The Land Of The Rising Son

Thank you all for your blessings and good wishes and support... It is because of these that I am...

Tuesday, October 31, 2006

Oops... They Did It Again

A lot of credit must go to Team India... It MUST take a lot of planning, preparation along with dollops of "experiments" to lose and keep losing. Even better is the Ostrich-with-head-in-sand mentality of not learning from ones stupendous "experiment" failures and keep redoing the same thing again and again. (Maybe the Indian team is secretly endorsing Microsoft Windows, where if for some reason, something doesnt work, closing all your windows and restarting your PC, and redoing the operation solves the problem.)

The BCCI should probably provide Sehwag and Sehwag ki Maaji with Lifetime free calling cards, so that Sehwag can make calls to Maaji in the free time that he gets between Overs 5 and 50 (since he is usually back in the pavilion by then)

To Irfan Pathan, it would be a good time to ask for a hike in his next Performance Appraisal. Tell BCCI: "Yaar, you chaps want me to bat. You want me to bowl. I am doing the work of Sehwag and myself in each match. I want a 100% hike. Nahi toh, I have a very good offer from New Zealand to join their team..." Probably, then Dravid and Chappell can sit with Irfan and give him some gajars... "Dekh beta, you have a very good future in front of you. Wait it out a little bit, and we will send you onsite to Nepal to learn wicket-keeping. It will be a good skill addition to your already impressive resume."

The Indian selectors want to put out fast moving fielders on the field in ODIs so that runs can be saved. Hence, apna Very Very Special Laxman is Very Very Sad. Last heard, he was trying out for the Prabhu Deva Dance Troupe and the Indian Athletics squad, in the hope of finding the flexibility and speed required for the modern One Day game. What happens to batting and bowling, you ask!!! How dare you?

Mumbaicha Mulga, Ramesh Powar must be feeling like someone who goes from an Indian IT company to work for Microsoft. From the big fish in a small pond (Mumbai) to a small fish in a big pond (Team India), must have been a real culture shock for him. Last heard:
Ramesh: "Deva re Deva... Mee chal-lo Mumbaila... Ithe kantal yete mala... Drinks gheun jaycha hota tar mee Pepsi kinvha Coca Cola chya field manager aslo hoto..."(I am going to Mumbai... Im bored... If I only had to carry drinks, I might as well have become a field manager with Pepsi or Coca Cola.) Vroom...Vroom... Is that a truck I hear in the background? And is that Ramesh at the wheel???

The selection policy of the BCCI is really skewed. They have a host of young, promising openers like Robin Uthapa and Shikhar Dhawan to choose from. Yet, they pick a Sehwag, who didn't score any runs in the earlier matches and then in the last game before selection, went and scored a patient 65 to retain his place in the team. They drop Ramesh Powar, who has performed well for India in the limited time that he has gotten and is a known fighting player for Mumbai, who always gives it his all. For the No. 3 slot, they would rather have a bowler go and slog, while we have class batsmen like VVS and apna Dada available, with all their class and experience. They left out Sreesanth for the Champions Trophy for whatever reasons best known to them only. They left out our best bowler, Anil Kumble after lablelling him a Test player, when he could have used his experience and talent to keep one end bottled up and the pressure on the opposition. And if you wanted a class wicket-keeper batsman, you only have to look at Ambati Rayadu, who has been the Junior Team captain for India.

On CNN-iBN, I heard Raj Singh Dungarpur say that Dada is finished and he is just hanging around too long. I think one should remind Mr. Dungarpur that his blue eyed boy, Dravid was considered a very poor One Day player and he has managed to resurrect his game and reach where he is. For the comment that they need good, fit fielders in the team, which is the reason why VVS is out, one must remind them that irrespective of the modern game, its the batting and bowling skills that come first. And mind you, VVS is a very good slip fielder and a boundary runner.

I do feel that there are a lot of personal biases at work, but that's just me. With all due respect to Dravid, which isn't much from my side, the nucleus of probably the best team that India had (World Cup of 2003 and the Australia Test series of 2003), was laid by Dada. And today, Dada is paying the price for taking on the higher authorities, trying to remove the regional bias from the game and backing players he believed in. Alright, he might be a bit out of form, but as I always believe, you are always only an innings away from greatness...

For all of this, whichever way it goes, win or lose, maine apne Dada ki baat sun li and there will be only 1 team I support: Team India...

Thursday, October 26, 2006

Passion...

"In Sport, there is fear and there is passion. I chose not to be afraid. I chose passion. If I had been afraid, I would have made mistakes. I chose not to be afraid of failure. I was calm and composed then and I knew what needed to be done and I was taught to do it. I wanted to share with the world the grace and beauty of Gymnastics..."
- Li Xiaoshuang, Olympic Gold Medallist of 1996.

While channel surfing between the India-WestIndies game tonight, I came across this show called "Difference" on ESPN. Amazing...

The show was a profile of Li Xiaoshuang, an Olympic Gold Medallist from China in the field of Gymnastics. It truly was an amazing show and I felt wonderful seeing it. I even remarked to my mother: "Maa, see how we spend 60 seconds watching a routine and consider it regular and these people spend their entire life in pursuit of that perfection."

Amazing...

Sunday, October 15, 2006

What A Wonderful Finish :)

To top the day off, India managed to experiment it's way to victory. And dinner with Shru rounds off an amazing day :)

Tonight I was reminded of the time when I used to walk around with 10 bucks in my pocket and feel I had everything in the world :) Drink ganna juice off the streets, masala soda from the railway canteens and just live life happily :) Those were the good old days... Walking upto the Sardambal temple, then the OLPS church and saying silent prayers... Tonight all those old memories came back, as I again walked down the road... "Somethings don't change, somethings do change" is a conversation I had had someday in the past...

I asked myself what has changed? Does money matter? Hell yeah it does. It's nice to have money... But have I really changed because of it? Not a bit. While I can afford to walk with a little more than 10 bucks in my pocket today, I don't feel inclined to drink scotch instead of ganna juice or beer instead of masala soda... I still don't follow the norms or conventions that I am supposed to... All I can say is that I am very thankful to the God above for whatever I have and all that I have been through... I treat life as a lesson to be learnt and improvements to be made at every step... So far so good...

Ya, what has changed is that now I feel it is time to make things count. This is because, professional success isn't guaranteed, just because you are good. There are a lot of variables and quality of work is just one of them. The work part is easy. Any person can work hard and become good. It is the rest that determines how high a person can reach.

But, as always, I take comfort tonight in the words of my 10th standard teacher, Mrs. Lasrado. She told us before our 10th Board Exams: "Boys, in life everything evens out." Whenever I lose faith in myself, that is the advice I turn to.

Anyways, whatever happens, happens. Come what may... I shall play the Game of Life with all I have. Win or lose.... let's see where I land up... But as some words I have put up on my work desk say: "A good project is like a boxing match. Always aim to finish stronger than you started."

That is all I am aiming for and amen to that :)

Happy 23rd Birthday to me... :)

It's A Beautiful Day

I have woken up today with the song "Beautiful Day" by U2 playing in my head :)

None better than the words of Ozzy God to express how I feel today :)

Stanza I
I've been the king, I've been the clown
Now broken wings can't hold me down
I'm free again
The jester with the broken crown
It won't be me this time around
To love in vain

Stanza II
And the weather's looking fine
And I think the sun will shine again
And I feel I've cleared my mind
All the past is left behind again

And to round it up, some lines from the melodious song Aadat by Jal :)

Zindagi se koi shikwa
Bhi nahin hai
Ab toh zinda hoon mein is neelay aasman mein

It's a beautiful day... :)

The Times They Are A-Changin'

Come gather 'round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You'll be drenched to the bone.
If your time to you
Is worth savin'
Then you better start swimmin'
Or you'll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin'.

Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won't come again
And don't speak too soon
For the wheel's still in spin
And there's no tellin' who
That it's namin'.
For the loser now
Will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin'.

Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call
Don't stand in the doorway
Don't block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
There's a battle outside
And it is ragin'.
It'll soon shake your windows
And rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin'.

Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don't criticize
What you can't understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is
Rapidly agin'.
Please get out of the new one
If you can't lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin'.

The line it is drawn
The curse it is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is
Rapidly fadin'.
And the first one now
Will later be last
For the times they are a-changin'.

- Bob Dylan

A Night For Prayer

Tonight my prayers are with Periappa and Anshum...

Thursday, October 12, 2006

Happy Birthday Amma

It's my mom's birthday :) Truly going to be one of the happiest days of my life :)

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

What Society?

I was talking with Omi a few days back about the issue of women getting married early and generally about the practice of marriage - the dynamics in the relationship, the respect factor and the impact of societal views. We talked broadly, without going into details, about the situations that exist today in some places. We basically agreed on many points, though there were a few points of disagreements.

My views are a bit stubborn and if anyone feels they are better off not reading them, Id recommend them to stop now to avoid any misinterpretation or accusations of malice.

I have seen women getting married straight out of Engineering school. While I am not questioning someone's choices, it makes me wonder about a few things. I have known girls who had marriage on their minds, even as we were in Engg. Why must one go through a degree for name's sake or with an objective of getting married without working? I feel that is a waste of a scarce Engineering seat, which could have been better used to educate another almost equally deserving lady or gent, who might respect and make good use of the opportunity to do good for themselves and their families. We protest against Reservations, but is anyone tracking such wanton wastage of education?

It's not even like these have been love-at-first sight instances, where people might move into marriages for various reasons. This was pre-planned and well thought out, which makes atleast me wonder the point of going through four gruelling years of Engg to end up married.

Some people will raise their hands threateningly at this point and tell me: "Hey Slim, you don't know a thing, do ya punk? Do ya know how many of them continue their careers? Do ya know what you talking boy?"

Probably I don't. Maybe I do. But my view is that, stop telling the world that you do this coz society feels it's to be done that way. I also think one should learn to live by one's decisions instead of regretting them in hindsight or complaining about the hands that life has dealt us (where in my opinion, people walk into marriages with their eyes open or atleast they should)

I fail to understand this carping of the word "Society". To me, society comprises of all the wrong people, saying all the wrong things and basically taking pleasure out of someone else's misfortunes or bad luck or something such. I have never heard one good situation where "But what will society think..." has meant that the person is not doing a good deed.

This is the same society where (as Omi and myself concurred), women are treated as wallflowers and men act as dominant brutes. On the overall picture, the women are required to be "tall, fair, goodlooking, virtuous" and the men are presumably supposed to answer to the call of "well-settled, rich, educated at a fancy institute." As Omi very rightly pointed out, it seems like it is a cycle that deserves both ends.

I had a discussion once in college, where a girl told me that if you weren't married by a certain age, people in the community would question the girl's parents, asking why isn't she married yet? While I respect any community's practices, I think I am allowed to question the relevance of community in our lives. Rather, the "community's opinion" on something so personal as spending the rest of my life with someone meant to be special. In this modern day and age, must we bow down to what 10 people will talk about or rather more pertinently, "gossip about" at social functions? We say that we are an educated, modern, empowered society. Sadly, we are none of all that we claim to be. We are nothing more than a self-pompous set of hypocrites, who blindly do and blindly believe that we have boldly gone where no wo/man has gone before.

If a woman studies further, her parents are met with the fears that she will be "over-qualified", whereas the more educated a boy is in certain communities, the more the dowry he can command... I have nothing but contempt for such thoughts or behaviour and guess what! I am not even ashamed or afraid to say so. A lot of the "diplomatic" people will say: "Hey Slim, pipe down, will ya punk? Live and let live brother. Peace." Well, peace is the goal ultimately, but hypocricy is hypocricy. I can't help it. I am not built to look the other way.

I feel that a lot of my attitude towards life is shaped by the way my parents are, as is the case with almost all of us. My mom is more qualified than my dad. She's a BSc, MSc in Mathematics and a BEd. My dad is a BSc Engg.(Hons) My mom is a housewife, while my dad is in service. Mom teaches kids at home in her spare time now a days. She gave up a (possibly)lucrative teaching career to look after me and my sister. My dad was 33 when he got married and my mom 26. Pretty late even by current standards. However, I bow with reverence to their ways even though they never put on the pretensions of being a "truly modern, emancipated, worldly-wise" couple. True, my mom gave up teaching, and I have asked her many times why she did that? She has a gift with children that is inherent to women and even more so with teachers. She said that since, in those days, dad was posted in remote townships and she, being a girl from a small town, she wasn't confident of what to do. Also, since we were born, and with us being in remote parts of India then, there was no one to look after us and a small gap in career ended up being a permanent one.

Now, it would be the easiest thing in the world to call me a blackguard, a hypocrite and say: "Look into your house before pointing fingers." My arrogant retort, as usual, would be: I did. My mom didn't study with one eye on getting married to a rich, well-settled boy. My dad hardly had a rich background and was broadminded enough not to accept any dowry. Infact, as my mom said, the only reason grandpa accepted him was because he was well educated(Studied on a scholarship and stood 2nd in his State). Infact, he used to accompany her and drop her to her BEd classes at her college himself and was pretty supportive of her all along.

Not just that, my mother has retained her maiden name after marriage and till this day, she is Mrs. P.S.Annapoorni. My dad always addresses her as "Neengal" meaning "Aap" in Tamil and they share a special bond, which someday I will be privileged to have with my companion.

To me, this is what a marriage is. To me, it isn't about looks, education, attitude or anything else. To me, it isn't something you go looking for. It isn't about impressing someone with my educational degrees or bank balance or charms. To me it is a meeting of souls.

To me, it is and has always been about truth in it's purest form. Probably, this is the immature mind of a 22 year old speaking. But, no matter what I become, I hope I never change this dream of mine...

It's like something just struck me right now: "One shouldn't learn good lessons to forget them..."

Self-Truth, Freedom And A Woman's Worth

When you have been talked about as much as I have, you'll realize how little it matters. Just think, there's not a home in Charleston where I am received. Not even my contribution to our just and holy Cause lifts the ban.

You talk scandalous!
Scandalously and truly. Always providing you have enough courage - or money - you can do without a reputation.

Money can't buy you everything.
Generally it can. And when it can't, it can buy some of the most remarkable substitutes.

Above all else, my favourite:
The Confederacy may need the lifeblood of its men but not yet does it demand the heart's blood of its women. Accept, dear Madam, this token of my reverence for your courage and do not think that your sacrifice has been in vain, for this ring has been redeemed at ten times its value.
Captain Rhett Butler.

Sunday, October 08, 2006

What A Day

Sat last night till 3.30 in the morning reading. Gave up a quiz and spent the entire day reading. All, completely well spent. Amazing book. Amazing story. It's a real privilege to be able to get the chance to read such stories.

It's amazing...

Saturday, October 07, 2006

Tomorrow Is Another Day

Guess what I presented myself with tonight :) It's the book "Gone With The Wind." I had come across this story 2 years ago and somehow, it's story was something that impacted me very deeply.

And today, as I was browsing at Crosswords, and this book just caught my eye. I had avoided wanting to buy this book since I felt that it was too long and I might not have the time to devote. Besides, I already knew the story and therefore, what was the point? Yet, somehow, some things are just meant to be...

P.S: Also placed an order for "The Complete Works Of Feluda" and "The Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy" :) Can't wait for them to arrive :)

Tuesday, October 03, 2006

Eric Clapton Ab Door Nahi :)

The biggest news for today is that I have (finally!) joined Music Classes at the Chembur Fine Arts Society. It is a 3 month workshop to be held on Saturdays for an hour and a half. So becoming Eric Clapton is just about 15 years away :)

To slightly modify and quote John Lennon:

You may say I'm a dreamer,
But I'm not the only one.

It is but love, that has kept me going,
Slowly, but surely, this dreamer shall rise.

The simple desires of the heart,
All I seek, is to fulfil them.

I was caught up in the games of life around me,
But salvation is near.

Sa-Ri-Ga-Ma-Pa are all the notes,
They are all that I wished from life.

Life is so near.
It has taken time.
Slowly, but surely, I am coming back to life.

Slowly, but surely, I am putting my past behind.
Life's roads await me.
The journey has begun.

This time I shall be a lone traveller,
Guided by his own sights and loves.

Stopping to smell the roses has become my norm.
Life is my game and I seek to emulate the greats.

With the power of blessings, I dream...

I dream of Life, I dream of Greatness.
Though, I shall be happy to settle for much less.

And yet be a winner,
Because I walked, I walked with humility, learning things as I went along.

Truth and love shall be my pillars,
Simple yet powerful to sustain my life.

It's all in the eyes, my friends, I tell them.
Most choose to not listen.

But what will win us the game is that...

You may say I'm a dreamer,
But I'm not the only one.

Sunday, October 01, 2006

The Greatest Day Of My Life

Today is by God's Grace, the best day of my life on Earth. Thank you very much God :)

Friday, September 29, 2006

For Abhishek

I recently met Abhishek, though not in the best of times. Iv known him for so less a time and yet, he seems such a nice guy alround :) Soft spoken, totally humble and very ambitious, I am really privileged to have met him :)

As asked, this quote is for him: "Don't walk as if you own the world. Walk as if you don't care who owns it..."

An Angel Of Life

  • Be faithful in small things because it is in them that your strength lies.
  • Do not think that love, in order to be genuine, has to be extraordinary. What we need is to love without getting tired.
  • Do not wait for leaders; do it alone, person to person.
  • Everytime you smile at someone, it is an action of love, a gift to that person, a beautiful thing.
  • I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love.
  • I know God will not give me anything I can't handle. I just wish that He didn't trust me so much.
  • If you can't feed a hundred people, then feed just one.
  • In this life we cannot do great things. We can only do small things with great love.
  • Intense love does not measure, it just gives.
  • It is a kingly act to assist the fallen.
  • It is easy to love the people far away. It is not always easy to love those close to us. It is easier to give a cup of rice to relieve hunger than to relieve the loneliness and pain of someone unloved in our own home. Bring love into your home for this is where our love for each other must start.
  • It is not the magnitude of our actions but the amount of love that is put into them that matters.
  • Kind words can be short and easy to speak, but their echoes are truly endless.
  • Let us always meet each other with smile, for the smile is the beginning of love.
  • Let us touch the dying, the poor, the lonely and the unwanted according to the graces we have received and let us not be ashamed or slow to do the humble work.
  • The miracle is not that we do this work, but that we are happy to do it.
  • The success of love is in the loving - it is not in the result of loving. Of course it is natural in love to want the best for the other person, but whether it turns out that way or not does not determine the value of what we have done.
  • There is more hunger in the world for love and appreciation in this world than for bread.
  • We are all pencils in the hand of God.
  • We need to find God, and he cannot be found in noise and restlessness. God is the friend of silence. See how nature - trees, flowers, grass- grows in silence; see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence... We need silence to be able to touch souls.
  • We ourselves feel that what we are doing is just a drop in the ocean. But the ocean would be less because of that missing drop.

Mother Teresa

All quotes from Brainy Quotes Page

Thursday, September 28, 2006

The Simple Pleasures Of Life :)

Played football after a long while today :) Amazing to play this game. Even scored a goal :) Am really very tired, but all in all, great fun for today :)

Monday, September 25, 2006

A Prayer

Oh Lord, take what you want from me in future. I will not complain once to you. Just give me what I wish for tonight.

Amen.

Your Money Or Your Love

I seem to be getting into a lot of debates over the Love vs. Money issue (completely accidentally) and my position is hardening towards the end of Money for whatever reasons I see fit.

Not too long ago, I was a pretty untouched young man of 19, who believed otherwise. The question I ask myself is, is it possible to change back once you have changed?

In either case, I am reminded of a very poignant interview of Subroto Roy Sahara that I read somewhere. He talked about his father giving him something he really became attached to and then destroying it, so that he learnt to not be too attached to anything in life. I think I read this interview a couple of years back, but it left a lasting impression on me.

I think even the Bhagvad Gita says something similar, though I must definately read it thoroughly before being able to say that for sure (I guess I am trying to key myself to start with the Gita, which I have been wanting to do for a long time now.)

In my case, is it Bitterness? Practicality? Natural Progression? I do not know. But I know that someday I hope to reach the stage where I am equally uninfluenced by both. Because in that moment, I feel one will be able to perform the action, without the pressure of a personal bias and then, only the merits of the action will matter and not the external factors surrounding the action.

Stupid? Profound? I think it's just the painkillers talking this late in the night...

So long and so forth and seeya next time...

Saturday, September 23, 2006

The Return Of Me

It started with a call I almost never made, didn't intend to, but somewhere deep down in my conscience, knew I should. It wasn't an option. It was a compulsion.

It started with a call I could not attend as I was on a call with my onsite team. Followed by a message asking to rollback the last one and a half years. It was a request I almost didn't want to honour, but somewhere deep down in my conscience, knew I should. It wasn't an option. It was a compulsion.

If pressed to ask why I was compelled, I can only say that because it was her, because it was me.

Unlike databases, it isn't easy to just rollback to a previous point in life. But I guess, it isn't impossible and shouldn't be impossible either.

Came home and went without even a twit of care for my appearance or presentability (in short unshaven and unkempt :)

Reached in time and was greeted by Aunty. Was wonderful to meet her again after so long. It had been long and yet I felt as if time had stood still. It was truly wonderful that Aunty met me at the door. Meant something to me that I can never express. Met Uncle too and it was great to see him again after so long.

As we sat down, a particular song started playing, that was incredibly ironic :), the poignancy of which we spoke about later in the night. I have been told about the concept of "Synchronicity", but this was unbelievable.

I presented something that had been waiting for the last one and a half years. Nothing had changed. Nothing.

We didn't even speak much, hardly a few lines. We didn't even say long drawn out good-byes. It didn't matter. The max we did was jive a bit when I was thrown onto the dance floor (As I closed my eyes for a few moments. There are some things in life I really am not meant to do probably. Dancing comes in that list), which mercifully lasted just 15 seconds. But tonight wasn't for the niceties. It was about reconnecting from where we left off. Going back was so much more than just going back.

As I left, Aunty asked me to keep coming back regularly and that really was a wonderful gesture. It meant that the return was complete... I tend to look at peoples eyes when they talk to me. The eyes speak so much. I really trust my judgement of people based on how sincere they are. How much their eyes tell the truth. These experienced eyes conveyed to me that alls well that ends well...

At 22, I feel like I am closing the review comments on my life one by one and moving towards becoming a finished product. A few more years and I will be the person I wanted to evolve into, I am sure.

Life goes on... Im coming back to life...

Robert Frost - A Minor Compendium

Robert Frost, one of my all time fav poets. His words echo the feelings and thoughts of all readers. I present 2 of the many poems of his, that are personal favourites of mine. These are : 1. The Road Not Taken and 2. Stopping By The Woods On A Snowy Evening. Other works of his can be accessed at this site.



The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.


Stopping By The Woods On A Snowy Evening

Whose woods these 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 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 promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

The Charge Of The Light Brigade

One of my all time favourite poems. It is about the (in)famous and suicidal Charge Of The Light Brigade at the battle of Balaclava. The line "Ours is not to reason why, ours is but to do and die" (made famous by John. F. Kennedy, if I am not mistaken) is taken from this poem.


The Charge Of The Light Brigade

Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
"Forward, the Light Brigade!
"Charge for the guns!" he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

"Forward, the Light Brigade!"
Was there a man dismay'd?
Not tho' the soldier knew
Someone had blunder'd:
Their's not to make reply,
Their's not to reason why,
Their's but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.

Flash'd all their sabres bare,
Flash'd as they turn'd in air,
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while
All the world wonder'd:
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right thro' the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reel'd from the sabre stroke
Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro' the jaws of Death
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.

When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wondered.
Honor the charge they made,
Honor the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred.

- Alfred Lord Tennyson

Medical Advice

Please protect your posture when working and avoid back problems. I was facing some trouble for a few days and today I am unable to move the right side of my body. Have sprayed Relispray and hopefully will be ok with a few painkillers in the evening. Really funny situation, considering I was driving at 100kmph+ just 12 hours back.

Clarity And Vision

I had come across a very powerful quote sometime back. It said: "The whole world makes way for the wo/man who knows where s/he is going."

I must say that I am amazed with the clarity of vision that some people I have interacted with have shown. Their goals, plans, paths have really amazed me and hats off to them for it. It hasn't been just 1 or 2 people. It has been a lot of people and I am truly amazed by their ability to the see where they are going quite clearly.

Great Luck people... All the best...

Thursday, September 21, 2006

Happy Birthday Mani

Today is the birthday of Mani, a kid who comes for tuitions to my Mom. A very young kid, he is studying in the 1st standard.

Yesterday, when I came home, my Mom told me about a conversation that happened betweek Mani and another lil kid who also comes to my Mom for tuitions.

Lil Kid: "Hey Mani, tomorrow is your birthday right? So you will be treating us won't you?"
Mani: "No. I will treat you all after I move into my new house."

Actually, Mani's family stays in my colony in a rented flat and my Mom told me that probably Mani would not even be able to get new clothes for his birthday owing to various reasons.

So today, my Mom bought a cake for his birthday and presented it to him and he celebrated with a party for his friends. He wore new clothes and was playing with his pals when I came home tonight. He was really happy and keen to get back into his game, so I just wished him and came away.

But I tell you, it was really nice to see the kid just being so happy on his birthday and being so oblivious to all around him. Bas... life is lived for moments such as these...

Today my sister showed me again how brilliant, caring and great she is too... I am really proud and privileged to have a sister such as her...

Last note: Happy birthday Yash... :-)

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

Talk To Me Goose...

Thoughts For Today

I know the subject of Gandhigiri is hot at the moment owing to the tremendous success of the movie "Lage Raho Munnabhai" :-) However, my post today isn't to cash in on the success of the movie. I definately want to share my thoughts on the movie which I will in sometime.

However :-) (I love changing tracks), I would definately love to share these quotations which came to mind today.

"Maafi maangna kayaron ka kaam nahi" from LRMB

And as my mom said to me today: "The path of honesty is probably more difficult than going down the dishonest path. But in the end, definately, come what may... honesty shall win."

Two very simple lines, but to me, they really mean a lot...

Saturday, September 16, 2006

Let The Music Play aka The Sound Of Music

Today was one of the proudest days of my life. Ladies and Gentlemen, I am now the proud owner of a Givson guitar. And my music learning shall commence henceforth :)

Thanks Sujya and DK for taking the time out to accompany me...

Music has always been a passion for me and I find it really debilitating that I cannot play music and express myself through that medium. I had been planning to buy a guitar for sometime now, but something kept coming up. Finally, I decided that today was the day and come what may, I will buy it.

Decided to check out Furtados in Colaba and decided to meet Sujeet at 11 am.

On the morning, we decided to shift the meeting to 12.30. At 11.30, while I was about to board my train, Sujeet called to say that DKLD would be coming too and that they would reach a bit late. Alright I said and boarded, smiling all the way. Nothing would make me unhappy today. I was gonna buy a guitar!!!

12.15
Reached VT and wanted to speak to Archie. So headed to the nearest PCO (my cell balance was really low) and put in a coin. As soon as I started to dial, this message comes up: "Out of Order". The PCO ate my coin and refused to give it back! If the damn phone is out of order, I should be informed before I part with my hard earned(through a loan from my sister) rupee!!! Finally managed to get a conversation with Archie(from my cell!!!) and after 3 call drops and plenty of "hello... hello... hello!!!!! hello????? hello...", we decided to meet some other day.

12.30
Reached Furtados and called Sujeet.

Me: "Boss, main pahunch gaya hoon. Kahaan ho tum log?"
Sujeet: "Arre, main toh Borivali mein hoon. DK abhi tak aaya nahi hai."
Me(stunned): "Kya baat kar raha hai! Apun dono ek hi time pe nikalne ka decide kiya tha. Fir tu abhi tak Borivali mein kya kar raha hai? DK 10 mins mein aane waala tha na. Ek ghanta ho gaya hai!"
Sujeet: "Kya baat kar raha hai! Ek ghanta! Itna time ho gaya!!!"
Me(inwardly): @#%%@@##
Me(outwardly): "Chal theek hai. Tum log jaldi pahunch jao."
Sujeet: "Abe tu akele itne time kya karega?"
Me(inwardly applauding his question): "Chal road pe baithke kuch kar loonga. Tum log jaldi aa jao."

12.35
Anyways, I decided to goto Planet M and kill some time. Walked in and checked out some Hindustani CDs. Nothing excited me, so I went into the books section and started browsing. A book that caught my eye was "The Art Of The Deal - Donald Trump". Opened it and started reading. I like stories that are told in a "I did this... I was in that situation..." kind of tone as long as the said instances are true. So read a bit and enjoyed getting to know the typical day of Mr. Trump.

1.15
Decided to get out of Planet M and move towards Furtados again.

1.20
Saw a missed call from Divya. Called her back and she said, she thought she had seen me or Tom Cruise wearing my face mask from MI4 and she wanted to confirm it. I settled the poor girl's fears by owning up responsibility for walking past her without even looking.
Reached Metro and again called Sujeet.

Me(dreading every word): "Bhai. Kahaan ho aap log?"
Sujeet: "Hum log Matunga pahunche hain. Kya bolta hai. Hum log ko aur kitna time lagega pahunchne mein?"
Me(inwardly): "x mins * y speed of train + error factor of these guys going the wrong way..."
Me(outwardly): "Nahi maloom. Tum log aa jao. Main wait karta hoon."

Parked myself outside Metro Adlabs and waited. Read the news being scrolled on the strip to keep myself busy.

1.35
Moved to the entrance of Furtados and parked myself watching the traffic go by.

1.55
Bhai log finally arrive in a horse pulled chariot. We went into Furtados and asked for acoustic guitars. The person directed us to another Furtados entrance, where we would get Acoustic guitars. Went in, but they didnt have a good range. So came out and went to Bhargavaz, across the street. There we saw a Givson, which didnt sound right when first played. Sujeet also checked out a Hobner which was really beautiful and sounded great. We had almost decided to pick it. Before buying, we decided to ask Silmon, Sujeet's pal and also the store hand about which one we should pick. He recommended the 1st chosen Givson and after tuning, it did play like a beauty...

We had lunch, where Silmon joined us (lovely thali at a place called Krsna Bhavan in Kalbadevi. Highly recommended.), after which I withdrew money from the ATM and paid for the guitar in cash. Said my good byes to Sujeet and DK (who carried on to buy some books) and came home in the First Class :) to protect my guitar from the crowds in the train. Reached home and in 5 minutes, it started raining heavily... Had just made it in time... God truly looks out for me in so many small ways :) I placed the guitar in front of the idols of Gods in our Poojai Room and took their blessings.

So, finally after all the time and 6 years of waiting, I was the proud owner of a dark blue Givson... :) One of the happiest days of my life and I will never forget the feeling I had when i proudly held MY guitar...

Eric Clapton... here I come... :)

Life's Little Roads

She put into words tonight what I have been asking myself for the last many many days. She asked: "Could you have been wrong?"

Thursday, September 14, 2006

My Mother

To the memory of my parents

My Mother

Sea waves, golden sand, pilgrims' faith,
Rameshwaram Mosque Street, all merge into one,
My Mother!
You come to me like heaven's caring arms,
I remember the war days when life was challenge and toil-
Miles to walk, hours before sunrise,
Walking to take lessons from the saintly teacher near the temple.
Again miles to the Arab teaching school,
Climb sandy hills to Railway Station Road,
Collect, distribute newspapers to temple city citizens,
Few hours after sunrise, going to school.
Evening, business time before study at night.
All this pain of a young boy,
My Mother you transformed into pious strength
With kneeling and bowing five times
For the Grace of the Almighty only, My Mother.
Your strong piety is your children's strength,
You always shared your best with whoever needed the most,
You always gave, and gave with faith in Him.
I still remember the day when I was ten,
Sleeping on your lap to the envy of my elder brothers and sisters
It was full moon night, my world only you knew
Mother! My Mother!
When at midnight I woke with tears falling on my knee
You knew the pain of your child, My Mother.
Your caring hands, tenderly removing the pain
Your love, your care, your faith gave me strength
To face the world without fear and with His strength.
We will meet again on the great Judgement Day, My Mother!

- APJ Abdul Kalam

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Attempted Abstract Writing

... and yet the title says it all.

Wanted to put out my thoughts tonight. It ended up being a game for me, where I let myself go and tried to abstract, abstract and abstract some more. So I ended up writing this post.

So many clues and yet no direct answers. I am a fan of such writing which leaves me questioning, frustrated, feeling ignorant, stumped, all at the same time.

It ended up as an attempt at writing in a style that is questioning, evocative, symbolic, for the author. And it is the reader too who becomes part of this web of truth, lies, intentional subversion and deceit (un)wittingly.

Red herrings and white lies aside, each of us ends up questioning "Why has s/he written that?" "Who is that person?" "Can I place that scene?" "What does s/he think of her/him self to write so shoddily?"

And the author wonders, "What would the readers think?"

Not about the content. Just the style :)

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When did my life stop being for myself and when did I stop having influence on my actions?

When did I stop being a bit player and became a pillar?

When will I be able to learn music, swim or teach.

I give advice to the world and I cannot make up my own mind. I cannot see my own paths clearly. Most of the mist is self-inflicted. But some part is also providence.

Shall I gamble or shall I win?

Winning is too easy and gambling is too far away. Will I be able to see the post then?

Why do I write in circles and still know that most won't get it, but then some need just the title?

Why is it that I know and yet refuse to see it?

Why is there no pain and yet a sense of fear?

Why is there no fear and yet a sense of possible loss?

Why is there superstition stopping me when I have the world right where I want it?

Why can't my mind just say, "This is it!". Coz that will be it...

I am just a half John Galt.

When will I become the Howard Roark I was meant to be?

Maybe tonight is the moment. There have been moments such before, but tonight is to blink...

I told her someday that the red earth of Tara would sustain her. I don't think that she has understood that yet. Neither sad nor ecstatic over her. But it has sustained me.

The Matrix is just wool pulled over your eyes to shroud the truth. Can you nail me?

Maybe I am just the third entity. But which one of the first two is me?

It isn't about being The One anymore. It is just about being.

I have searched my soul tonight (and remembered someone in the process).

The answers are there. But are the questions the one that need to be asked? Can I delay it any further?

Oh well, I'll think about it tomorrow...

Thursday, September 07, 2006

Rest In Peace

May God be with the families of the 54 miners who died in the accident at the mines in Dhanbad. May their souls Rest In Peace...

Surprise...Surprise...

I never thought that I would be someone who would have something called humility... Always brash, arrogant, sharp shooter, over-competitive, insulting... all that I could accept because all of it was true...

But I sat for 3 hours last night and I read... And I read and I read and I read and I kept on reading. About everyday, but great people, the best in the country, the champs... I saw a video today evening, that in 10 mins put into words, the thoughts I had in my mind, but never grasped completely...

And I say this in all honesty, I found out that I did have humility in me... I did see the reason why they were there... I could agree that they deserved it fully... I could see where I lacked, but could make up...

I never knew that this journey would lead me on such roads. I never imagined I could be so fortunate to be in my shoes this moment. As always, someone up there is looking out for me... For what reason, I do not know...

I am beginning to see the pieces fall into place... Oh god... I cannot believe you are doing this for me...

Thank you...

Wednesday, September 06, 2006

True or False

Came across this quote a few days back... Very poignant...

"Inside every adult is a child wondering what happened..."

The Promise

If I ever saw a rose,
I would say it wasn’t as beautiful as you.

What you are, what you mean to me,
The depth you shall never know.

As I sit with a crossed heart,
Berating myself for the words that crossed out a million smiles from your face,
I have no joy but for desolation.
Of self. Of a great friend.

I see no succour. No end in sight.
Not tonight. Not tomorrow.

But in this hour of retrospect,
I have to comfort me,
The smiles of the years gone by.
The memories of the days seen through.

Now I ask for your hand in friendship,
With a promise to abide through and through.

A promise that says:

Any day you require comfort,
Just know there will be a million miles away,
A heart reaching out to you,
Through the stars shining above.

Looking through silent gazes.
Speaking through pursed lips.
Calling out your name.
And a smile to go with.

A promise is all I have.
But a promise I shall keep.

Monday, September 04, 2006

Thank You Andre

Andre Agassi played the last game of his career yesterday against Benjamin Becker (not Boris' son :) ) I saw the match from the start and somehow, Agassi seemed like he would lose and I stayed up till midnight, which was almost on the dot when Agassi's illustrious career ended with a booming ace from Becker.

For me, the great moment came after the match, when the impact of the moment hit Agassi and he burst into tears in public and could not bring himself to stop.

No one can grudge a man who gave 21 years of his life to sport the tears of pain and sorrow of leaving something so dear to him. I daresay, each one of us who saw that shed a tear too, silently or otherwise to join in celebrating the career of a great player and a good human being, who epitomised the human spirit.

One of my favourite scenes in the Rocky movies is when Apollo Creed wants to fight Rocky for the second time after having beaten him previously. Apollo's coach advises him against it saying that Rocky is a dangerous opponent. Apollo says, "Look, I beat him once with my best punches and I can do it again." The coach says: "Apollo, understand that he is dangerous coz you gave him your best punches and yet he kept coming back for more." And Rocky wins the next match after a hard fought fight...

Agassi's story is one similar. After being top in the world rankings, he plummetted into oblivion before rising like the Phoenix to regain his spot amongst the top players in the world.

To me personally, Agassi's legacy will be that comeback from nowhere, showing that above all, its the heart of the human being that wins time and time again...

Thank you Andre... Thank you for the memories... And thank you for teaching us the fundamental lesson of life... "Always walk on with hope in your heart and never ever give up..."

Monday, August 28, 2006

The Divine Wind

That is the literal translation of Kamikaze... The suicide bombing missions of the Imperial Japanese Navy during World War II.

I was reading about it today and each line felt like a saga...

But the line that will stay with me forever is one made by a pilot, who escaped sure death, by luck and the grace of his commander. He says: "They used to tell us that the last words of the pilots were 'Long Live the Emperor!'. But I am sure that was a lie. They cried out what I would have cried. They called for their mothers."

References:

1. Wikipedia
2. The Times

P.S: After posting this article, I came across this paper. Letters written by various men to their families before they went out...

Sunday, August 27, 2006

Food For Thought

If mankind minus one were of one opinion, then mankind is no more justified in silencing the one than the one - if he had the power - would be justified in silencing mankind. - John Stuart Mill

Acceptance is not submission; it is acknowledgment of the facts of a situation. Then deciding what you're going to do about it. - Kathleen Casey Theisen

Good judgment comes from experience, and experience comes from bad judgment. - Barry LePatner

Monday, August 21, 2006

My Heritage Look-alikes

Came across this interesting site. Did some timepass and this is the result... LOL...

Friday, August 18, 2006

Men Of Honour

I saw the movie The Last Samurai today. And all I can say is, it is a privilege to even have seen the ways of the Samurai. Even though the story may be one of a bygone era, it really taught me the ways to live life such that one may not regret having lived such a life.

Glimpses

Silent Samurai: Algren-San.
[he rushes in front of Algren to protect him from being shot, and is consequently shot himself]
Algren: Bob....

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Katsumoto: You believe a man can change his destiny?
Algren: I think a man does what he can, until his destiny is revealed.

Katsumoto: The perfect blossom is a rare thing. You could spend your life looking for one, and it would not be a wasted life.

[With his dying breath, he sees blossoms in bloom]
Katsumoto: Perfect... They are all... perfect...

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[first lines]
Simon Graham: [narrating] They say Japan was made by a sword. They say the old gods dipped a coral blade into the ocean, and when they pulled it out four perfect drops fell back into the sea, and those drops became the islands of Japan. I say, Japan was made by a handful of brave men. Warriors, willing to give their lives for what seems to have become a forgotten word: honor.

[last lines]
Simon Graham: [narrating] And so the days of the Samurai had ended. Nations, like men, it is sometimes said, have their own destiny. As for the American Captain, no one knows what became of him. Some say that he died of his wounds. Others, that he returned to his own country. But I like to think he may have at last found some small measure of peace, that we all seek, and few of us ever find.

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(My Favourite)
Algren: [narrating] They are an intriguing people. From the moment they wake they devote themselves to the perfection of whatever they pursue. I have never seem such discipline. I am surprised to learn that the word Samurai means, 'to serve', and that Katsumoto believes his rebellion to be in the service of the Emperor.

Algren: [narrating] Winter, 1877. What does it mean to be Samurai? To devote yourself utterly to a set of moral principles. To seek a stillness of your mind. And to master the way of the sword.

Algren: [narrating] Spring, 1877. This marks the longest I've stayed in one place since I left the farm at 17. There is so much here I will never understand. I've never been a church going man, and what I've seen on the field of battle has led me to question God's purpose. But there is indeed something spiritual in this place. And though it may forever be obscure to me, I cannot but be aware of its power. I do know that it is here that I've known my first untroubled sleep in many years.

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Higen: Will you fight the white men, too?
Algren: If they come here, yes.
Higen: Why?
Algren: Because they come to destroy what I have come to love.

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Algren(to Emperor Meiji): This is Katsumoto's sword. He would have wanted you to have it. He hoped with his dying breath that you would remember his ancestors who held it, and what they died for. May the strength of the Samurai always be with you.

Emperor Meiji: Tell me how he died.
Algren: I will tell you how he lived.

Emperor Meiji: My ancestors have ruled Japan for 2,000 years. And for all that time we have slept. During my sleep I have dreamed. I dreamed of a unified Japan. Of a country strong and independent and modern... And now we are awake. We have railroads and cannon and Western clothing. But we cannot forget who we are. Or where we come from.

Katsumoto, Nathan Algren, Ujio, Nobutada, Bob, Higen... Godspeed...

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

Happy Independence Day, India

"A long time ago, we made a tryst with destiny. And now the time comes, when we shall redeem our pledge. Not wholly. But substantially. Tonight at this midnight hour, when the whole world sleeps, India shall awake to life and freedom."
- Pt. Jawaharlal Nehru. 15th August, 1947.

This life, this freedom, this love. This India.

Some will choose to ignore it and only see greener pastures abroad. They will crib, criticize and malign her while taking what they can from her. To them: I wish you all the best and get lost.

To the rest, let us take the pledge to do whatever we can, in whichever small way we can and accept what GOD has given us to achieve greatness for ourselves and our magnificent country. Let us stand to help those less fortunate than us, while respecting the past heroes who gave their youth, their lives to give us what so many of us fail to understand fully: Freedom. A freedom to think what we want, a freedom to say what we want, a freedom to dream big, a freedom to remain positive, a freedom to make life and character defining choices, a freedom to reach out to the stars, whilst still never forgetting where we have come from.

All that would be summed up in 3 words: Happy Independence Day.

Song For Today

Aashaayen - OST: Iqbal

Aashaayen ... Aashaayen ...
Kuch paane ki ho aas aas
Kuch armaan ho jo khaas khaas
Aashaayen ... Aashaayen ...

Har koshish mein ho waar waar
Kare dariyao ko jo aar paar
Aashaayen ... Aashaayen ...
Toofano ko chir ke
Manzilo ko chin le

Aashaayen khile dil ki
Ummeedein hase dil ki
Ab mushkil nahi kuch bhi... nahi kuch bhi

Udd jaaye leke khushi
Apne sang tujhko waha
Jannat se mulakaat ho
Puri ho teri har dua

Aashaayen khile dil ki
Ummeedein hase dil ki
Ab mushkil nahi kutch bhi
nahi kuch bhi

Aashaayen ... Aashaayen ...
Gujre aaisi har raat raat
Ho khwaahishon se baat baat
Aashaayen ... Aashaayen ...

Lekar suraj se aag aag
Gaaye ja apne raag raag
Aashaayen ... Aashaayen ...

Kuch aaisa karke dikha
Khud khush ho jaaye khuda
Aashaayen khile dil ki
Ummeedein hase dil ki
Ab mushkil nahi kutch bhi
Nahi kuch bhi...

Monday, August 07, 2006

High Flight

This is one of my favourite poems and an anthem for every aviator. It is a poem called "High Flight" by John Gillespie Magee Jr.

High Flight
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
of sun-split clouds, —and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of—wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air....

Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark nor ever eagle flew—
And, while with silent lifting mind I’ve trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.

Mind-less Doodles :-)

Stayed home today due to the heavy rains. An idle mind is the devil's workshop they say and Im no exception :-)

Was just doing some tp and some word play just came to mind... So here goes...

What can I say that hasn't been said...
What can I do that hasn't been done...
I do as I do... I do only what I can do...
I am not afraid of what can be done to me...
I am who I am...
I am... In Search of Greatness...

"In Search of Greatness" is the autobiography of Karsh of Ottawa and this title has stayed with me for the last many years after I read Iacocca - An Autobiography which is where I first read about Karsh. "In Search of Greatness" is also my nickname on MSN and over the years, I have come to be associated with it in various ways.

In an another bit of interesting trivia, while browsing around yesterday, I came to know that "The World As I See It" (the title of this blog) is an essay by the truly great Albert Einstein which you can read here.

That's it for now I guess... I think I need to start doing research for the My India Series soon. Haven't been getting much time lately.

Adios, amigos...

Friday, August 04, 2006

To Ashish...

I WILL Too...

Song For Tonight
Lakshya Title Track
Haan yeh rasta hai tera, tune ab jaana hai
Haan yeh sapna hai tera, tune pehchaana hai

Haan yeh rasta hai tera, tune ab jaana hai
Haan yeh sapna hai tera, tune pehchaana hai
Tujhe ab ye dikhaana hai
Roke tujhko aandhiyaan, ya zameen aur aasmaan
Paayega jo lakshya hai tera
Lakshya toh har haal mein paana hai

Mushkil koyi, aajaaye toh, parbat koyi, takraaye toh
Taaqat koyi dikhlaaye toh, toofaan koyi mandlaaye toh
Mushkil koyi aajaaye toh, parbat koyi takraaye toh
Barse chaahe ambar se aag, lipte chaahe pairon se laakh
Barse chaahe ambar se aag, lipte chaahe pairon se laakh
Paayega jo lakshya hai tera
Lakshya toh har haal mein paana hai

Himmat se jo koyi chale, dharti hille qadmon tale
Kya dooriyaan kya faasle, manzil lage aake gale
Himmat se jo koyi chale, dharti hille qadmon tale
Tu chal yunhi ab sub-o-shaam, rukna, jhukna nahin tera kaam
Tu chal yunhi ab sub-o-shaam, rukna, jhukna nahin tera kaam
Paayega jo lakshya hai tera
Lakshya toh har haal mein paana hai

Haan yeh rasta hai tera, tune ab jaana hai
Haan yeh sapna hai tera, tune pehchaana hai
Tujhe ab ye dikhaana hai

Saturday, July 29, 2006

They Were The Best Of Times. They Were The Worst Of Times.

I wonder why I feel like I am the man destined to have everything and yet have nothing...

Thursday, July 13, 2006

Song: If You Could Only See Artiste: Tonic

This is why I love the show ROCKSTAR on Star World... Amazing talent, amazing style, amazing interaction between the participants and judges... Amazing atmosphere... And also, I get to listen to songs that I usually might not even have heard of and man!!! They are simply rocking... This song was performed by Chris tonight... It was an acoustic version and I immediately fell in love with the song... Specially the first stanza... Simply took me to another world... I am sorry that Chris got eliminated after performing such a brilliant song in a brilliant way... But if it's any consolation, he impacted my life in a way I cannot ever express before he left... Thank you Chris and Rock On buddy...

I can safely say, I will know I am in love when I can sing these lyrics and mean them whole heartedly... :-)

And in keeping with the theme, that too will be an amazing experience... :-)

Song for Tonight

If You Could Only See - Tonic

If you could only see the way she loves me
Then maybe you would understand
Why I feel this way about our love
And what I must do
If you could only see how blue her eyes can be when she says
When she says she loves me

Well you got your reasons
And you got your lies
And you got your manipulations
They cut me down to size

Sayin you love but you dont
You give your love but you wont

If you could only see the way she loves me
Then maybe you would understand
Why I feel this way about our love
And what I must do
If you could only see how blue her eyes can be when she says
When she says she loves me

Seems the road less traveled
Shows happiness unraveled
And you got to take a little dirt
To keep what you love
Thats what you gotta do

Sayin you love but you dont
You give your love but you wont
Youre stretching out your arms to something thats just not there
Sayin you love where you stand
Give your heart when you can

If you could only see the way she loves me
Then maybe you would understand
Why I feel this way about our love
And what I must do
If you could only see how blue her eyes can be when she says
When she says she loves me

Sayin you love but you dont
You give your love but you wont
Sayin you love where you stand
Give your heart when you can

If you could only see the way she loves me
Then maybe you would understand
Why I feel this way about our love
And what I must do
If you could only see how blue her eyes can be when she says
When she says she loves me

Why Zidane Head-Butted Materazzi

Just could not resist slipping this in :D

It's finally out...

Materazzi to Zidane: "Bhaiyya, Hum Chlormint Kyun Khate Hain?"

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

The Heroes Series - Part I

The Heroes: We The People

It was absolutely not my intention to start this series on such a note... But such is fate...

And I shall start off with this series with a prayer and a salute to the people of Jammu & Kashmir and Mumbai...

As we all know by now, J&K and Mumbai were rocked by a total of 12 blasts in one day. These blasts were targetted at innocent tourists and civilians travelling by the only means of transport available to them: the Mumbai Rail. It was an act perpetrated by a set of people who probably do not understand the meaning of the word humanity.

But, we must not give them (the terrorists) too much importance, which is what they seek and instead focus on the heroic efforts of the common man on the streets.

I am sorry since I haven't been able to follow the J&K tragedy in depth, though I came to know that certain Bengali families were torn apart by the acts... Our prayers go out to the kin and may God be with them...

I have been following the Mumbai tragedy though and I would like to commend the people of Mumbai and the city itself for rising to the occasion as always and showing that beneath its curt and rate demeanour, lies a heart of gold. Amidst heart rending tales of loss and woe, were also tales of the common man rising above himself/herself and demonstrating a stomach for a grizzly sight and the heart of a champion...

I think one of the good things that the Shiv Sena did was give us the term "Mumbaikar". A lot of people have called the comeback of Mumbaikars as a forced one since thats their only option, but only one who has lived and breathed here will understand the sentiments of a Mumbaikar... And I am proud to say: Mee Mumbaikar...

We have time and again been forced to live under the cover of fear without any thought of the consequences... There have been bombings starting with the 1993 serial blasts, the Gateway and Zaveri Bazar blasts, the Mulund blasts, the Ghatkopar blasts uptill yesterday... Lives have been lost, families have been torn apart (remember how the Gateway blasts left a family of 5 children orphan), but somehow, we Mumbaikars take it stoically and move on tomorrow as if nothing happened today...

I salute this Spirit of Mumbai...

But in this mood of self-congratulations, let us not forget that we live in a society where security is at a premium and hence, we cannot afford to be apathetic... Showing a kind face, feeding strangers, helping strangers with lifts, money etc is indeed a noble deed... But one must not forget the circumstances that gave rise to this...

Tomorrow, we must not forget that innocent lives were lost... Yesterday, our esteemed PM and Home Minister and others gave very diplomatic statements... But diplomacy only takes us this far... I believe that it is now time to hold these elected representatives responsible and ask them why they havent torn down the network that is behind such repeated attacks...

We The People must rise as one to show that we exist in this society... I don't say that we must adopt violent means... Instead we must adopt non-violent means to show that we are a part of the fabric of this nation only, but we refuse to be treated as nobody and without a voice...

I plan to goto a temple on the 11th of each month as long as I can and offer prayers and a small flower in memory of the thousands of my countrymen who have lost their lives... I don't know how you may choose to do it... But it is my request that please do something... Let us show the world that we are a mature nation... We have the famous SPIRIT to bounce back, but we are not apathetic...

I remember a Marathi phrase that I learnt in school and I believe that it is apt for any aspect of our lives... It says: "Mee Moden Pann Vaaknaar Nahi..." (I may bend, but I will never break...)

There is a hero inside each one of us... Let her/him never break...

Jai Hind...

P.S: Let us salute the Mumbaikars who have worked incesantly to provide as much information as possible, called up people on behalf of people... at this link: http://mumbaihelp.blogspot.com/ . This site is for helping in case of emergencies and not a speak-out site. So please act accordingly.