For the peace I seek...

For the hopes I couldn’t make dry

For the obsession I couldn’t make die

For the heart, to which, I couldn’t ask a why

For the people I can’t throw out of my head

For the life that is but a compulsion getting bad

For the love for which I can’t paint the town red

For the friends who keep taking me wrong

For the feeling that I nowhere belong

For the poems that look like a protest song

For the words that have got no meanings as such

For the eyes that have featured a bit too much

For the mind that finds itself into the crunch

This blog takes a break

Why is it so easy for people to forget me???
Everyone :(

I talked to him today ...and I am so happy because after so long he was the one who messaged me ...and even if I know just why did he messaged me (because he was waiting for his brother and didnt find anyone else online)...I am happy...atleast he saw me there thats enough for me :) but I just wonder knowing the reason for his initiating the conversation and still being happy about it...isint that pathetic lol :p

Another thing to be happy about...he remembers my birthday!!! (well not exactly he said 6th but even thats better than not remembering at all...ek din ka farak chalta hai )...and another thing to be pathetic about lolzzzz :p

I just hope he dosent read this ....dont want him to know how much I look forward to hearing from him and how much it means to me :)

I was just feeling so happy that I had to share it with you all and my darling blog :D

About Turn

tere aane ka intezaar main har shaam karti hu
tujhe paane ki chaahat mein kuch aise kaam karti hu
teri aankhon ki chandni khareedne ke liye
main har dard ko baazaar mein neelaam karti hu
hamaare aaj ka naa tujh pe koi ilzaam karti hu
kal ko bhoolne ki koshishein naakaam karti hu
tujhpe koi ungli bhi naa uthaaye taaki
main apne aap ko har bheed mein badnaam karti hu
naa main rosh karti hu naa main aaraam karti hu
apni maut se har roz yeh sangraam karti hu
teri yaadon ke aks ko batorne ke liye
har raat ko aansoon mein hi anjaam karti hu
tere kadmon mein pesh aaj yeh kalaam karti hu
aur khoon ki har boond tere naam karti hu
tere aane ka intezaar main har shaam karti hu
tere aane ke intezaar mein har shaam marti hu

Original creation not mine but I modified it a bit

Whoever said Koel (the bird) sings in a voice that is mellifluous!

Mayb it does in movies, when its time for actors to start singing and dancing in the rain.I certainly don't find it even one bit inviting when it decided to croon outside of my window early in the morning, when I am trying so hard to stuff my blanket closer and concentrate on my dream. Am an early riser,but often these days the Koel chooses to be my defualt alarm clock ( much before the time I have to actually get up and a very persisitent one ). . . no matter what the time of the day, it ensures not to stop till it has taken away the last drops of my dreamy dreams in the daylight.

I just wonder if it is one lone warrior, of they have an entire army to keep guard and change duties daily, ensuring they get cursed enuff from me.
And the best part is, when the Koel breed takes a day off, the make sure to send a Crow as substitute.

Somebody tell them about devil and the deep sea !!

Never let me go...

Words fail me each time I think
Why is it that I love you so?
Not everything can be 'said'in words
Not everything has a reason you know
I don't know how you do this to me
What is it that from your eyes does flow?
That intoxicates me, more each second
Takes over my senses, steady and slow.
Reality is relative; mine exists ''within us''.
If broken, outside, is nothing but a black hole.
There's just one thing I want-to die in your arms
One thing I beg you for-Never ever let me go!

Why???

I just found this somewhere and wanted to share it with all my fellow Indians on our Independence Day.I would just request you all to atleast read it.Thats the least you can do being an Indian right??? :)

Dr. A.P.J. Abdul Kalam Azad's Speech In Hyderabad

Why are we in India so embarrassed to recognize our own strengths, our achievements? We are such a great nation. We have so many amazing success stories but we refuse to acknowledge them. Why? We are the first in milk production.We are number one in Remote sensing satellites.We are the second largest producer of wheat.We are the second largest producer of rice.Look at Dr. Sudarshan , he has transferred the tribal village into a self-sustaining, self-driving unit. There are millions of such achievements but our media is only obsessed in the bad news and failures and disasters. I was in Tel Aviv once and I was reading the Israeli newspaper. It was the day after a lot of attacks and bombardments and deaths had taken place. The Hamas had struck. But the front page of the newspaper had the picture of a Jewish gentleman who in five years had transformed his desert into an orchid and a granary. It was this inspiring picture that everyone woke up to. The gory details of killings, bombardments, deaths, were inside in the newspaper, buried among other news.

In India we only read about death, sickness, terrorism, crime. Why are we so NEGATIVE? Another question: Why are we, as a nation so obsessed with foreign things? We want foreign T. Vs, we want foreign shirts. We want foreign technology.

Why this obsession with everything imported. Do we not realize that self-respect comes with self-reliance? I was in Hyderabad giving this lecture, when a 14 year old girl asked me for my autograph. I asked her what her goal in life is. She replied: I want to live in a developed India . For her, you and I will have to build this developed India . You must proclaim. India is not an under-developed nation; it is a highly developed nation. Do you have 10 minutes? Allow me to come back with a vengeance.

YOU say that our government is inefficient.
YOU say that our laws are too old.
YOU say that the municipality does not pick up the garbage. YOU say that the phones don't work, the railways are a joke,
The airline is the worst in the world, mails never reach their destination. YOU say that our country has been fed to the dogs and is the absolute pits.

YOU say, say and say. What do YOU do about it?

Take a person on his way to Singapore . Give him a name - YOURS. Give him a face - YOURS. YOU walk out of the airport and you are at your International best. In Singapore you don't throw cigarette butts on the roads or eat in the stores. YOU are as proud of their Underground links as they are. You pay $5 (approx. Rs. 60) to drive through Orchard Road (equivalent of Mahim Causeway or Pedder Road) between 5 PM and 8 PM. YOU come back to the parking lot to punch your parking ticket if you have over stayed in a restaurant or a shopping mall irrespective of your status identity... In Singapore you don't say anything, DO YOU?

YOU wouldn't dare to eat in public during Ramadan, in Dubai . YOU would not dare to go out without your head covered in Jeddah. YOU would not dare to buy an employee of the telephone exchange in London at 10 pounds ( Rs.650) a month to, 'see to it that my STD and ISD calls are billed to someone else.'YOU would not dare to speed beyond 55 mph (88 km/h) in Washington and then tell the traffic cop, 'Jaanta hai main kaun hoon (Do you know who I am?). I am so and so's son. Take your two bucks and get lost.' YOU wouldn't chuck an empty coconut shell anywhere other than the garbage pail on the beaches in Australia and New Zealand .

Why don't YOU spit Paan on the streets of Tokyo ? Why don't YOU use examination jockeys or buy fake certificates in Boston ??? We are still talking of the same YOU. YOU who can respect and conform to a foreign system in other countries but cannot in your own. You who will throw papers and cigarettes on the road the moment you touch Indian ground. If you can be an involved and appreciative citizen in an alien country, why cannot you be the same here in India ?

Once in an interview, the famous Ex-municipal commissioner of Bombay , Mr. Tinaikar , had a point to make. 'Rich people's dogs are walked on the streets to leave their affluent droppings all over the place,' he said. 'And then the same people turn around to criticize and blame the authorities for inefficiency and dirty pavements. What do they expect the officers to do? Go down with a broom every time their dog feels the pressure in his bowels?

In America every dog owner has to clean up after his pet has done the job.Same in Japan . Will the Indian citizen do that here?' He's right. We go to the polls to choose a government and after that forfeit all responsibility.

We sit back wanting to be pampered and expect the government to do everything for us whilst our contribution is totally negative. We expect the government to clean up but we are not going to stop chucking garbage all over the place nor are we going to stop to pick a up a stray piece of paper and throw it in the bin. We expect the railways to provide clean bathrooms but we are not going to learn the proper use of bathrooms. We want Indian Airlines and Air India to provide the best of food and toiletries but we are not going to stop pilfering at the least opportunity.

This applies even to the staff who is known not to pass on the service to the public. When it comes to burning social issues like those related to women, dowry, girl child! and others, we make loud drawing room protestations and continue to do the reverse at home. Our excuse? 'It's the whole system which has to change, how will it matter if I alone forego my sons' rights to a dowry.' So who's going to change the system?

What does a system consist of ? Very conveniently for us it consists of our neighbours, other households, other cities, other communities and the government. But definitely not me and YOU. When it comes to us actually making a positive contribution to the system we lock ourselves along with our families into a safe cocoon and look into the distance at countries far away and wait for a Mr.Clean to come along & work miracles for us with amajestic sweep of his hand or we leave the country and run away.

Like lazy cowards hounded by our fears we run to America to bask in their glory and praise their system. When New York becomes insecure we run to England . When England experiences unemployment, we take the next flight out to the Gulf. When the Gulf is war struck, we demand to be rescued and brought home by the Indian government. Everybody is out to abuse and rape the country. Nobody thinks of feeding the system. Our conscience is mortgaged to money.

Dear Indians, The article is highly thought inductive, calls for a great deal of introspection and pricks one's conscience too.... I am echoing J. F. Kennedy 's words to his fellow Americans to relate to Indians.....

'ASK WHAT WE CAN DO FOR INDIA AND DO WHAT HAS TO BE DONE TO MAKE INDIA WHAT AMERICA AND OTHER WESTERN COUNTRIES ARE TODAY'

Lets do what India needs from us

Thank You,

Dr Abdul Kalam

'

Happy Independence Day

Indian,and very,very proud of it

Enough

I have had enough of....

# Of my frustrations with life.Where the hell has my patience gone?
# Of professors even more frustrated than me.
# Of being misunderstood by everyone all the time.
# Of girls v/s guys.
# Of being mis-quoted and misinterpreted.
# Of 1 A.M. phone calls from absolute strangers who love abusing me in their drunken revelry
# Of people who make promises and don't keep them, esp. those who ditch at the last minute.
# Of infamy under the veil of popularity.
# Of people who claim to eb scared of me, but actually are the ones i'm REALLY scared of.
# Of friendships misunderstood as love, love mistaken as lust, respect taken as attempts at hitting on, and self-respect being called snobbishness.
# Of incredibly ridiculous meanings attached to words spoken and unspoken.
# Of lack of commitment, professionalism, responsibilities, and accountability.
# Of orkutting.
# Of having to justify myself on trivial issues, and being denied the right to explanation on things that matter.
# Of faking smiles.
# Of spamming and advertisements in blogger comments.
# Of courses that I know nothing of, and have no desire to know either.
# Of a continuous fall in my output, academic and otherwise.
# Of flattery.
# Of hearing rumours, often about myself.
# Of "friends" who remember that I exist only when i'm suddenly deemed useful.
# Of girls who bitch behind the back.
# Of guys who hold a thousand grudges behind their half-smiles.
# Of "loyal well-wishers" who make it a point to dutifully inform me when someone says something beautifully qualified and objectively insulting about me.
# Of juniors who misbehave.
# Of seniors who mis-judge my behavious.
# Of posts like this that make no sense.

To...

Sometimes I think I've lost you
Sometimes I think it's gone
You're sitting right in front of me
I'm wondering what went wrong
Would a conversation have made a difference
To what there is today
When now I feel all the diffidence
And everything feels astray
It should never have happened
We would still have been friends
Yet everything seems rapined
We only hope every talk blends
I never thought I'd lose you
If only I could've foreseen at all
I'd still prefer a friend to turn to
For each memory as small

Kashish-Part II

As he was leaving she called out from behind..."Rahul!!!" Rahul turned back waiting.....surprised to see her eyes shining with something that suspiciously looked like tears
She said "Its good to have you around again". She got flustered realising what had she just now admitted and murmuring cya tomorrow she turned to go.So she could not see the look of utter disbelief and then the softening of Rahul's features with a soft smile drifting across his face


Well this is my ending.Dont know if it does justice to the original story written.Actually it was really hard to come up with a decent ending from my side because everyones ending were just too good.And I know this dosent match any single one of them :)Thanks to everyone for showing so much curiosity in my weird story writing attempt :p and I loved each and every endings given as comments.Too hard to choose just one :)

A walk in the rain....

Yeah i have copied the heading...sue me....

It happened....quite impulsively.....the sound was amazing....the sudden downpour.....i went to the window....and the view was breadthtaking....it was pouring like i have not seen for a long long time....i opened the window...and just walked out....there was this super intelligent me, telling me to go back.....hah...b**** to you i said and walked in the rain....again....the kid just peeped out for those five minutes.....

I had forgotten the sensation when the drops make their way through the clothes and the first touch....aah the killer....and the then there's the flood....everywhere that touch....that wet, cold, harsh yet engulfing touch....i could forget everything...yup everything (and i do have a bagful) for those five minutes....it was fun to be a child again...:)

Happy Birthday Lucky

This is for my darling friend Lucky....I had meant to gift this to her along with the profile I gave her but its not required there now....Happy Birthday Sweetheart

God gave a gift to the world when you were born—

a person who loves, who cares,

who sees a person’s need and fills it,

who encourages and lifts people up,

who spends energy on others rather than herself,

someone who touches each life she enters,

and makes a difference in the world,

because ripples of kindness flow outward

as each person you have touched, touches others.

Your birthday deserves to be a national holiday,

because you are a special treasure

for all that you’ve done.

May the love you have shown to others

return to you, multiplied.

I wish you the happiest of birthdays,

and many, many more,

so that others have time to appreciate you

as much as I do.

Hey guys,

yeah I know this blog went into sleeping mode since the last few days.Well my Granpa got hospitalised....ghar se hospital ...hospital se ghar that was my routine...no college ...no studies...no wonder no internet too :(....My pending work load is mounting day by day....but even in all this chaos I am happy....happy because granpa is back & hes ok now :))

So hopefullt the blog will come back on track too...Thanx for being so patient :D...Chao!!!