Khuda ne khoob karam baksha hakimon par,
Jo Hal-e-Soorat tabiyat bayan nahin karti....
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Thursday, December 3, 2009
My first piece of poetry...
Har Subah ik nayee shuruwat le kar aati hai,
Har kali baag me bahar le kar aati hai,
Mohabbat hai tumse khafa mat hona,
Mere dil ki har ik dhadkan teri yaad le kar aati hai...
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Mann karta hai...
Ek baar phir Tabaah hone ka mann karta hai....
Apni hi aag me jalne ka mann karta hai...
Jo kho gaya kahin use paane ka mann karta hai....
Kya kahun main; beete huye lamhon me jeene ka mann karta hai...
Guzre waqt se guzarne ka mann karta hai...
Mohabbat ke khuda se milne ka mann karta hai...
Khwabon me khud ko talaashne ka mann karta hai....
Na jaane kyun ek baar phir jeene ka mann karta hai...
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Forfend the Innocence......
Passing By any road or the street, the galiyan or galiyaare of nayee or puraani dilli, the ganj of Nawaabi Lucknow or the Cyberabad the only common thing one can notice in the living style is the stress level. The Mercury of the whole world is rising and so is the pressure.
This is the picture I saw recently....while crossing the signal.....Epics say the stress is at its zero once an entity falls in the hands of its creator....strange even in her arms the entity is not blessed.... :-)
We come across uncountable numbers of courses , da books, literature, carried out on the global level to minimize the stress, christened as 'Stress Management'. Do we really need them???
Hey go and tell these bogus Gurus.....not to teach such crap gyaan rather provide courses on happiness management....
Trying to make fool out of the innocence, extorting hefty amount filling the pockets which goes right to the sole of there shoes, these gurus should be kicked out of the life if at all we wish to live....
Parasitic attitude and the junta the follower motivaing such craps to demotivate themselve.
quite Funny isn't it???
Imagine one Man going to such typa crap and asking him I have been blessed with a male child, Guruji Kindly bless me with your fucking guidance to control my happiness.....hahahhaha.....
Actually this is not a matter of laughter rather its the only issue that needs to be managed.
Or in case of female child to manage the Curse.....Come on....this is really funny...
No One knows how to control the emotions.....result is cardio-neuro and uncountable Euro---Pressure...
The scene is very serious when you get a Girlfriend or a Boyfriend...the happiness management really creeps in...Lot of scope I can see in such contexts.
The matter is not about the happiness of getting one or rather trapping one but whom to tell it to....
The First person who is informed is the most unlucky I suppose, He/She has to bear atleast if not much 2 Hours of commentry on the newly trapped prey.
After that the scene is different these innocent guys and gals start comparing there respective preys with others and partition.....ohhhh......Again I can see a lot of scope......manage the breakdown help them in finding another till they get saturated (Alas that never comes).....
So the point is not to elaborate and play with the feelings of millions its but natural but but the thing is why to let your own emotions play with your own life why not life play with the emotions you never need a guru than.....
Life came first than emotions....the first carries more priority I suppose....
Even a small baby has the wrinkled face God knows what he/she thinks...or due to the substantial amount of such crap faces all around they need to behave that way only else they'll be labelled as anti-social.
The situation worsens if any astrologer/numerologist is called , If you want to be happy and tension free remove 'L' from your name....and what if your name is "RAHUL".....
Kindly do as you wish dont let anyone rule you.....this is life and you cant get away of it without living it...
This is not philosophy but the essence of life....May god teache me this essence......
Unparallel Behera.
The prime mover for this post is the one and the only one "AAKA" the superb supernatural form of creature who by mistake resides and owns a space in this Mortal World.
The era has not moved much far from my memories because the history always repeats itself in one form or the other. Sometimes its the Bike Holder or as an Exec from Samsung....he's always in the present never slipping into the obscurity of the Past.
Whenever there was an urgency for fast means of transportation (Not that fast as it sounds;CD-Dawn's compulsion) a man who came to rescue was only Behera... yes Prashant Behera....an Oriya But quite Badhiya.....
From Net to Bike to Biscuits made from Fish...it was always him....from hectic classes if you wanna have something that can be called as non serious and could provide some sort of masti or entertainment juzz move to the 3rd floor, bang bang the door if it opens you are lucky not in the sense that you can get entertainment but you had not to stand in the queue for long ..... :-)
Recently I happened to visit him at his own residence where he resides along with his fauz.....
Exactly 1 minute after I entered the aka's palace which was the top floor of the apartment, I asked about the presence of him....banged the door and came out an altogether the same old enthusiastically culted man with sorts that was on his body and cigarrette that was inside the mouth....I wonder whenever I see smoke rings coming out of his mouth...."Kahin to aag lagi hogi" And when the smoke comes from upper half organ of body that means lower half is on fire.... Leave it this is not the point I ever wanted to discuss its all in the mind, let it be there only, else I will see fire somwhere else.....such a controversial topic....you never know the consequences.....
Taking the charge with Joshi and Sood we all started banging his head....and he retaliated with his not so humorous comments....all through my 3 hrs stay there...he constatntly and continuously kept asking about the secret of my body....and I kept on dragging him away form this secret saying...leave it yaar , you cant do it....
This aroused some sort of inquisitiveness in him that was clearly visible......
Finally I broke the word saying take as much tea as you can on the hourly basis this is the secret of my figure....
Promptly he said hahhahaha if I will go for so much tea it will crack my a**.....
He burst into laughter believing some good quality joke was passed by him, but embarassed after I suggested him to take tea by mouth....than nothing will happen....ur bloody thorny a** will be safe.....
f**k off.....the whole room burst into laughter...
This is juzz one incident that can be graphed here....
He is a man who can fit himself into any company....company is group and not be taken as Firm :-)
I am glad to have such a friend...
The era has not moved much far from my memories because the history always repeats itself in one form or the other. Sometimes its the Bike Holder or as an Exec from Samsung....he's always in the present never slipping into the obscurity of the Past.
Whenever there was an urgency for fast means of transportation (Not that fast as it sounds;CD-Dawn's compulsion) a man who came to rescue was only Behera... yes Prashant Behera....an Oriya But quite Badhiya.....
From Net to Bike to Biscuits made from Fish...it was always him....from hectic classes if you wanna have something that can be called as non serious and could provide some sort of masti or entertainment juzz move to the 3rd floor, bang bang the door if it opens you are lucky not in the sense that you can get entertainment but you had not to stand in the queue for long ..... :-)
Recently I happened to visit him at his own residence where he resides along with his fauz.....
Exactly 1 minute after I entered the aka's palace which was the top floor of the apartment, I asked about the presence of him....banged the door and came out an altogether the same old enthusiastically culted man with sorts that was on his body and cigarrette that was inside the mouth....I wonder whenever I see smoke rings coming out of his mouth...."Kahin to aag lagi hogi" And when the smoke comes from upper half organ of body that means lower half is on fire.... Leave it this is not the point I ever wanted to discuss its all in the mind, let it be there only, else I will see fire somwhere else.....such a controversial topic....you never know the consequences.....
Taking the charge with Joshi and Sood we all started banging his head....and he retaliated with his not so humorous comments....all through my 3 hrs stay there...he constatntly and continuously kept asking about the secret of my body....and I kept on dragging him away form this secret saying...leave it yaar , you cant do it....
This aroused some sort of inquisitiveness in him that was clearly visible......
Finally I broke the word saying take as much tea as you can on the hourly basis this is the secret of my figure....
Promptly he said hahhahaha if I will go for so much tea it will crack my a**.....
He burst into laughter believing some good quality joke was passed by him, but embarassed after I suggested him to take tea by mouth....than nothing will happen....ur bloody thorny a** will be safe.....
f**k off.....the whole room burst into laughter...
This is juzz one incident that can be graphed here....
He is a man who can fit himself into any company....company is group and not be taken as Firm :-)
I am glad to have such a friend...
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
The Brand NIT....and the Dangling & Swinging Dreams.
Well, before I start hitting my keys at a velocity of something that cant be measured...let me take a pause and request my intelligence to measure the Time Period of my above mentioned dangling and swinging dreams.
I learnt a philosophy while my struggling days...always hope for the hopeless case...if you know that even the worst that can happen to you cant damage your any of the instances.....life is always a win-win game....
Sometimes I wonder whether I am true in my saying or I am probably consoling thousands of hunger striken souls of this Mother Earth......whatever, the truth will retain its stand no matter whether my words be treated as consoling or factual.
Getting back to the days of dreaming....to the days when the plans were made to conquer the whole world....those magical days..the uniqueness of those days lies in the fact that the Universe is supposed to be constituted of something called as "ether" and those marvelous days were filled up with that of elixir.
Winning over one game after the other...making myself popular among my known fellows....and always striving bit harder than before to take over the stand of Numero-Uno....Money happened to be my first priority and accompanied by Power, Prestige that was guaranteed by the Performance. This was the life of a student and the future of this world was living deep inside the mind which constantly and continuously was hitting the inner layers to usher out.
Passengers please pay attention, 8104 Jalianwala Bagh Express, from Amritsar to Tata Nagar has arrived on Platform No.1......Umm....hmmmm...Ohhh....I have reached Tata....
Sincere thanks to Railway Deptt. which made the timely announcement to wake me up in a lazy spring night at 11:30. Rushed to a coffee bar, to provide some activity to the deactivated nerves & after gulping one after the other two cups of coffee....I decided not to set for the college as it was already 12:20 and ride might not be safe. Desperately waiting for the Morning Sun to shower the brilliance....as I was not supposed to take even a drop of water before I taking bath, it was the first day of Navratri...the Holy Days of Maa Durga.....
The Morning at the station was welcomed by Vande Matram...at sharp 5:00.... and I was all set with my luggage on the shoulders to catch the auto rickshaw for the RIT as it is addressed locally and it happens to be its former name also......
Bhaiya kuchh khane ko do na......bahut bhookh lagi hai.....A small girl of not more than 6 , half naked carrying a big scar on her bald head....with a thick layer of dust and mud safeguarding it was looking at me....
She was empty belly for the past two days...still she was surviving in the hope that she might get something out of some caring elements of Humanity....When I was struggling and longing to reach the hostel to fill my tank...to mark the great auspicious day of the year.to please the deity.....on the other side a lil girl was fighting with the days and nights to pull her life partially from a virtual hell......
O'Lord....This is the reality of this world One who what they do will get what they deserve not even a single penny extra...all rules and formaulae are well in place and no one can disturb the legacy of Karma....
So why everyone is striving harder and harder to achieve the unuseful stuff....Money...?????
Why we dont care for the things with which we need to be extra careful....what is that? That can give satisfaction in life....Love those who are deprived of it.....Care for those who are unknowingly very careless....
Do for them who want to do but cant due to the restrictions posed on them by Fate.....
Earn but never be overruled by Money...this is the ultimate source of sorrow....sufferings.....and never to forget the self guilt....
Throughout the times I spent in the UP or the DOWN Hostels of NIT as we popularly addressed them...I found myself as different from Ambarish K. Sharma as I popularly called myself.
I am not as happy as I think now....this is philosophy the bottom line is I am unhappy.......??? But why???
I am not a loser...and who is that bloody fellow??? Somewhere in my heart, something is dragging me away from liberty....I want that but from where??? I dont know that.....probably someday I will achieve that but again the question WHAT???
I learnt a philosophy while my struggling days...always hope for the hopeless case...if you know that even the worst that can happen to you cant damage your any of the instances.....life is always a win-win game....
Sometimes I wonder whether I am true in my saying or I am probably consoling thousands of hunger striken souls of this Mother Earth......whatever, the truth will retain its stand no matter whether my words be treated as consoling or factual.
Getting back to the days of dreaming....to the days when the plans were made to conquer the whole world....those magical days..the uniqueness of those days lies in the fact that the Universe is supposed to be constituted of something called as "ether" and those marvelous days were filled up with that of elixir.
Winning over one game after the other...making myself popular among my known fellows....and always striving bit harder than before to take over the stand of Numero-Uno....Money happened to be my first priority and accompanied by Power, Prestige that was guaranteed by the Performance. This was the life of a student and the future of this world was living deep inside the mind which constantly and continuously was hitting the inner layers to usher out.
Passengers please pay attention, 8104 Jalianwala Bagh Express, from Amritsar to Tata Nagar has arrived on Platform No.1......Umm....hmmmm...Ohhh....I have reached Tata....
Sincere thanks to Railway Deptt. which made the timely announcement to wake me up in a lazy spring night at 11:30. Rushed to a coffee bar, to provide some activity to the deactivated nerves & after gulping one after the other two cups of coffee....I decided not to set for the college as it was already 12:20 and ride might not be safe. Desperately waiting for the Morning Sun to shower the brilliance....as I was not supposed to take even a drop of water before I taking bath, it was the first day of Navratri...the Holy Days of Maa Durga.....
The Morning at the station was welcomed by Vande Matram...at sharp 5:00.... and I was all set with my luggage on the shoulders to catch the auto rickshaw for the RIT as it is addressed locally and it happens to be its former name also......
Bhaiya kuchh khane ko do na......bahut bhookh lagi hai.....A small girl of not more than 6 , half naked carrying a big scar on her bald head....with a thick layer of dust and mud safeguarding it was looking at me....
She was empty belly for the past two days...still she was surviving in the hope that she might get something out of some caring elements of Humanity....When I was struggling and longing to reach the hostel to fill my tank...to mark the great auspicious day of the year.to please the deity.....on the other side a lil girl was fighting with the days and nights to pull her life partially from a virtual hell......
O'Lord....This is the reality of this world One who what they do will get what they deserve not even a single penny extra...all rules and formaulae are well in place and no one can disturb the legacy of Karma....
So why everyone is striving harder and harder to achieve the unuseful stuff....Money...?????
Why we dont care for the things with which we need to be extra careful....what is that? That can give satisfaction in life....Love those who are deprived of it.....Care for those who are unknowingly very careless....
Do for them who want to do but cant due to the restrictions posed on them by Fate.....
Earn but never be overruled by Money...this is the ultimate source of sorrow....sufferings.....and never to forget the self guilt....
Throughout the times I spent in the UP or the DOWN Hostels of NIT as we popularly addressed them...I found myself as different from Ambarish K. Sharma as I popularly called myself.
I am not as happy as I think now....this is philosophy the bottom line is I am unhappy.......??? But why???
I am not a loser...and who is that bloody fellow??? Somewhere in my heart, something is dragging me away from liberty....I want that but from where??? I dont know that.....probably someday I will achieve that but again the question WHAT???
Monday, August 24, 2009
My Possessions.....and the daring brake.
The memories of the days are still fresh in my MENTAL MIND, the days are gone but left an unerasable impression in my life that after coming far away from those purple pettles, I cant drag them out of my life at all.
Carrying the time way back to those if not golden but silver times when the announcement was made in my HOLY Christian Missionary School....Students please pack your bags, fold your arms and join your hands.....ummm.......I was probably going to school to hear these three segments of the same sentence.
Chatting with the very few known friends, while still on my bicycle.....in this context I happen to be bit choosy in that that my friends never happened to be badly named rather ugly named chippu, gullu types....
Wow....S**Y bike yaa.............the new splendour we saw grazing on the road....one with brilliant black colour.....Today I wonder whether black can also be brilliant....neways.....The only wish of a young child of 11 with a fat amounting 28 kilos and a bag full of useful stuff of future amounting to 10 kilos....to have a bike...
But what is that, it sings a song Chhainyan Chhainyan.....Later after struggling a lot got the information from the very reliable sources this was only when the bloody brakes are applied the splendour sings a song...
This gave birth to one more fantassy..I included the singing brakes also as a part of the accessories.....
Kept on dreaming and desperately longing to grow big.....after passing several tests of time....reached where If not me but the people around can feel proud..BHEL.
After few months of becoming a totally sarkari aadmi, my all new latest Pulsar arrived....which reminded of my fantasy.....singing brakes......
Without wasting a single extra min.....I rushed to the bike dealer requesting him to place a singing brake....the brake which if at all applied can bring a temporary hault to the whole lot of speeding traffic......
Finally decision was made to feed "BABU JI JARA DHEERE CHALO" song.....
As and when I pressed the brakes usually extraordinarily softly than, my bike started singing the same lines again and again....
After much hesitation one of my dear BOSS ended up saying, being an executive from one of the top rated NAVRATNA....the way your bike behaves in public is not tolerable.....it broadcasts a wrong message.
That night I couldnt sleep well, thinking all the time what to do , what not to do and alllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll.....
Finally, I decided to teach my bike some other song some other way of dealing in public....
And the same bike dealer came to my rescue....I was handed over several songs and dialogues....from where I needed to choose one for my PULSAR.
This time after overcoming my non-intelligence I went for dialogue speaking song...though it was not to be sung....the dialogue was "HATT BEY". I was very happy pressing the iron paddle on the Grand Express Way...spreading the mega message to each one who happen to approach me .... be it from left or right or from back....
My elation lasted only for few days untill one day while parking my Pulse, it roared on my Big Boss from behind "HATT BEY". Ohh Sitttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt..............
Intuition has already started telling me what is there in store for me at office......
This is not at all expected out of an Engineer of Govt. of India..this is not a professional code of conduct...while returning back to my home I saw the innocent face of my dear pulsar...as if it was apologising for its mistake and as is known Forgiveness is far better than punishment...
I forgave my Super S**Y Pulsar.
Carrying the time way back to those if not golden but silver times when the announcement was made in my HOLY Christian Missionary School....Students please pack your bags, fold your arms and join your hands.....ummm.......I was probably going to school to hear these three segments of the same sentence.
Chatting with the very few known friends, while still on my bicycle.....in this context I happen to be bit choosy in that that my friends never happened to be badly named rather ugly named chippu, gullu types....
Wow....S**Y bike yaa.............the new splendour we saw grazing on the road....one with brilliant black colour.....Today I wonder whether black can also be brilliant....neways.....The only wish of a young child of 11 with a fat amounting 28 kilos and a bag full of useful stuff of future amounting to 10 kilos....to have a bike...
But what is that, it sings a song Chhainyan Chhainyan.....Later after struggling a lot got the information from the very reliable sources this was only when the bloody brakes are applied the splendour sings a song...
This gave birth to one more fantassy..I included the singing brakes also as a part of the accessories.....
Kept on dreaming and desperately longing to grow big.....after passing several tests of time....reached where If not me but the people around can feel proud..BHEL.
After few months of becoming a totally sarkari aadmi, my all new latest Pulsar arrived....which reminded of my fantasy.....singing brakes......
Without wasting a single extra min.....I rushed to the bike dealer requesting him to place a singing brake....the brake which if at all applied can bring a temporary hault to the whole lot of speeding traffic......
Finally decision was made to feed "BABU JI JARA DHEERE CHALO" song.....
As and when I pressed the brakes usually extraordinarily softly than, my bike started singing the same lines again and again....
After much hesitation one of my dear BOSS ended up saying, being an executive from one of the top rated NAVRATNA....the way your bike behaves in public is not tolerable.....it broadcasts a wrong message.
That night I couldnt sleep well, thinking all the time what to do , what not to do and alllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll.....
Finally, I decided to teach my bike some other song some other way of dealing in public....
And the same bike dealer came to my rescue....I was handed over several songs and dialogues....from where I needed to choose one for my PULSAR.
This time after overcoming my non-intelligence I went for dialogue speaking song...though it was not to be sung....the dialogue was "HATT BEY". I was very happy pressing the iron paddle on the Grand Express Way...spreading the mega message to each one who happen to approach me .... be it from left or right or from back....
My elation lasted only for few days untill one day while parking my Pulse, it roared on my Big Boss from behind "HATT BEY". Ohh Sitttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt..............
Intuition has already started telling me what is there in store for me at office......
This is not at all expected out of an Engineer of Govt. of India..this is not a professional code of conduct...while returning back to my home I saw the innocent face of my dear pulsar...as if it was apologising for its mistake and as is known Forgiveness is far better than punishment...
I forgave my Super S**Y Pulsar.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
God My Shepherd and the journey of Life.....
This happens to be the first post by me...and yes probaly the latest chapter of such a thick and voluminous book better known as life....
Life: Day by Day , Moment by Moment its reaching out there, where there is no suffering no pain, no more requirement, no more need......So I wonder what will I do over there with no more work no more attachment....
what will be the purpose of my Father, and Mother, and my Relatives....where there will be eternal bliss with full of ZEAL......But what will be the use and the need of Zeal.....No more Karma I will perform, no more daily routines will I follow...I who is very sure if not for everything atleast the world will come under my brilliance........the world with its arms open welcoming me....the world to greet me...the world to kill me....
Throughout my 25.92 years of my serene life...I was only looking and searching for peace......the term whose definition was not clear even though I looked at the mariam's face several times.
They say God Is My Shepherd.......
Than God knows what is there in store for me....
But I dont agree to be a store room type of stuff.....God My Saviour Reach out your Arms to Me.......
Life: Day by Day , Moment by Moment its reaching out there, where there is no suffering no pain, no more requirement, no more need......So I wonder what will I do over there with no more work no more attachment....
what will be the purpose of my Father, and Mother, and my Relatives....where there will be eternal bliss with full of ZEAL......But what will be the use and the need of Zeal.....No more Karma I will perform, no more daily routines will I follow...I who is very sure if not for everything atleast the world will come under my brilliance........the world with its arms open welcoming me....the world to greet me...the world to kill me....
Throughout my 25.92 years of my serene life...I was only looking and searching for peace......the term whose definition was not clear even though I looked at the mariam's face several times.
They say God Is My Shepherd.......
Than God knows what is there in store for me....
But I dont agree to be a store room type of stuff.....God My Saviour Reach out your Arms to Me.......
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