17 August, 2010
but every sponge has its capacity to absorb..
So till we dry up or throw out some of the stuff we've got inside... we'll stop soaking it up...
"Habit is a second nature which prevents us from knowing the first, of which it has neither the cruelties nor the enchantments. "
~ Marcel Proust
16 July, 2010
29 June, 2010
could have been anyone... who's to tell the difference...
the fact that it was the middle of the night (don't we all haunt the streets of Delhi at odd hours)..
or that they were with a pimp..
made me feel insecure... sad....
13 June, 2010
02 June, 2010
So when we go out to watch movies, most of us go for sheer enjoyment... so the farther the movie from reality, the greater the chances of the crowd enjoying it..
Don't get me wrong, there are still few connoisseurs of good serious cinema which is closer to reality.. but the breed is fast depleting...
N why not...
Blame it on our lifestyles !!!
27 May, 2010
"The nuclear bomb is the most anti-democratic, anti-national, anti-human, outright evil thing that man has ever made.
If you are religious, then remember that this bomb is Man's challenge to God.
It's worded quite simply: We have the power to destroy everything that You have created.
If you're not (religious), then look at it this way. This world of ours is four thousand, six hundred million years old.
It could end in an afternoon."
For anyone who wants to atttempt reading them, here is one of them, titled "The End of Imagination", which featured both in Frontline & Outlook.
24 May, 2010
23 May, 2010
Not only is it a satisfying experience (because the plants suddenly seem alive ! ), the smell of wet mud is intoxicating.
It somehow isn't important whether the plants thanked me in words.. what I gave led to the satisfaction, that of good use, and that's all that matters.
28 April, 2010
21 April, 2010
We do learn quite a lot from our parents, but then blaming it all on them, and simply passing the buck (for not doing something the right way) is just escapism..
Its about time (considering we've spent about a quater of a century on this planet) that we stake claim to our actions and doings.
02 April, 2010
Main logon se mulaqaton ke lamhe yaad rakhti hoon,
Main baatein bhool bhi jaon, toh lehje yaad rakhti hoon,
Sar-e-mehfil nigahein mujh pe jin logon ki parti hai,
Nigahon ke hawale se main chehre yaad rakhti hoon,
Zara sa hut ke chalti hoon zamane ki riwayat se,
Ke jin pe bhoj main daloon woh kandhe yaad rakhti hoon!
24 March, 2010
17 March, 2010
15 February, 2010
Maybe because that's our first tryst with reality.. the touch of our parents..Or our first understanding of support... holding your finger I walk..
So whenever I'm afraid.. I need assure.. I try to reach out.. for that warm touch....
05 February, 2010
Extract from Burnt Norton ~ T S Eliot
At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless;
Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is,
But neither arrest nor movement. And do not call it fixity,
Where past and future are gathered. Neither movement from nor towards,
Neither ascent nor decline. Except for the point, the still point,
There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.
I can only say, there we have been: but I cannot say where.
And I cannot say, how long, for that is to place it in time.
31 January, 2010
09 January, 2010
As long as we are not the subject of all this emotional seesaw, we seem to handle it well... But unfortunately, the true test, which most of us fail, is the way we handle it all...
It's not about whether those tears finally trickle down your cheek after you reach the finish line.. or that you simply shrug your shoulders without any change...
It's about how you were through the race, if you can call it that..
whether you can be happy, with others, even though the fruit is still forbidden... and face it all without finding faults..
My only conclusion is this..
Adversity shows us the worst.. only to bring out the best.. if we really try :)
01 January, 2010
26 December, 2009
Not for others benefit, but our own..
Not that anyone would cross them..
But so that our thoughts don't cross them...
And then we open a small window..
For those special few...
Without realising, that the window will open you to all...
29 November, 2009
31 October, 2009
just humour me..
Beauty... seen through other's eyes..
Vision.. seen through my own...
Wind.. blowing in my face..
Rain.. beating against it...
Things... with names..
Secrets.. bottled up inside..
Truth.. staring at me..
Structured thoughts... randomly expressed..
My life.. an oxymoron...
26 October, 2009
Needless to say that the realisation of how few of them I've had in the past really gives me a sinking feeling.. of how it will be in the future, when all of us will get busier, trying to fight our way to our professional goals...
It all sounds good in books and movies that relationships are a thing of the heart, and they are never lost... blah blah blah... but in reality, it is essential to keep in touch...
So here's to all my friends... I hope we all stay in touch...
"Someone remembers, someone cares;
Your name is whispered in someone’s prayers."
19 October, 2009
There is some kind of jinx...
I'm not a celebration kind of person... I don't attach too much importance to birthdays etc....
I guess this is life's way of teaching me a lesson...
The one time I really felt like celebrating... when I thought I had finally earnt it.. I am unable to...
I deserve it !!!
20 September, 2009
16 September, 2009
On your palm an endless wonder
Lines that speak the truth without a sound
In your eyes awaits the tireless hunger
Already looks for prey to run down
So why do we keep up this charade
How do we tell apart the time to leave from the time to wait
What does tomorrow want with me
What does it matter what I see
If it can't be my design
Tell me where do we draw the line
The dance of flames and shadows in the street
Make poetry nobody's ever heard
The weight of loneliness stands on your feet
The cage already there around the bird
So why don't we join the masquerade
Before it all falls apart before our love becomes insatiate
What does tomorrow want with me
What does it matter what I see
If I can't choose my own design
Tell me where do we draw the line
Where's the cooling wind
Where's the evergreen field
Where's my mother's open arms
Where's my father lionheart
S'like the sun's gone down
Sleeps in the hallowed ground now
With the autumn's browns leaves
With the one who never grieves
What does tomorrow want with me
What does it matter what I see
If we all walk behind the blind
Tell me where do we draw the line
Whatever tomorrow wants from me
At least I'm here, at least I'm free
Free to choose to see the signs
This is my line
31 August, 2009
"One must learn by doing the thing,
for though you think you know it,
you have no certainty until you try."
18 August, 2009
I'm yet to learn to cope with the feeling.. the sadness...
It suddenly makes me feel weak.. or maybe I deserve it..
Maybe I had become overconfident.. and this was just a touch of reality...
10 August, 2009
06 August, 2009
30 July, 2009
20 July, 2009
You might think I've become senile.... but that's how I felt recently... It's not that I enjoyed the moment of miscommunication...
It's just that the relationship suddenly seemed more real... As if there was still life in it...
Relationships having life :)
09 July, 2009
08 July, 2009
Every new step looks like a giant leap, till taken.. and then it looks like a thing too small to talk about... All the same, every step is movement.. a change... and any change takes courage...
"There is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged to find the ways in which you yourself have altered."
~ Nelson Mandela
17 June, 2009
10 June, 2009
So I thought I should share some of them.. here goes...
Fresh blades of grass on my palm...
My fingers moving through running water...
The feel of the strawberry seeds while eating it..
The smell of freshly ground coffee..
The intoxicating smell of the first rain beating the soil...
We encounter most of these things regularly... but do we ever notice them....
Small joys come, not once in a while.. but quite regularly..
its just that we never recognise them...
28 May, 2009
You have done what you could; some blunders and absurdities have crept in; forget them as soon as you can.
Tomorrow is a new day; you shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense."
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
26 May, 2009
20 May, 2009
But in each phase, we give importance to a different relationship..
our parents are our lives when we are young... we move on to school and friends move into our lives... their relative importance increasing as we move towards adolescence and adulthood... and so at each stage, we have different people by whom we get gravitated....
and its all good, because each of these relationships come of age, and we outgrow them when the time comes...
What I'm trying to say, everything has a time, purpose, reason, season... and so does every relationship....
Or am I just looking for a reason to sever my ties with people !!
मे मरासिम बनते है , लम्हों मे भला क्या टूटेंगे
तू मुझ से बिचादना चाहे तो , दीवार उठा धीरे धीरे
~ ललित कॉल
14 May, 2009
Im ready to go
Im standin here outside your door
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye
Already Im so lonesome
I could die"
All of us have a time of entry and exit.. not just in this world, but also interms of each others lives..
So even though its good to treasure sweet memories, it isn't a good idea to cling on to them.. or you won't let new people enter your life..
12 May, 2009
There is also the debate on whether chivalry is good or bad...
whether a man should take pride in being chivalrous.. and a woman should happily accept...
or does it become a battle of egos between the two genders...
The bigger problem of course is when the thin line of difference between chauvinism and chivalry is lost. Again, I m sure many people of the fairer sex (keep guessing whether I'm referring to the males or the females) tend to enjoy it all... but is it right..
Isn't giving help to the other sex irrespective of whether it is required, an attempt to show their superiority.I've met many men :) who take pride in not just being chivalrous but also chauvinistic.
I really don't know if there is one right answer to this one... there are lots of people who enjoy the attention and help, and lots who detest it...
The point is that the guy needs to be smart enough to understand what women want !!!
17 April, 2009
I know this not a very origional way of expressing my thoughts, but at this point in time, these seem to be the most appropriate...
This song featured in Hazaaron Khwahishae Aisi.. sung by Shubha Mudgal....
Bavra Mann Dekhne Chala Ek Sapna
Bavre Se Mann, Ki Dekho Bavri Hain Baatein
Bavri Se Dhadkaane Hain, Bavri Hain Saansen
Bavre Se Is Jahan Main Bavra Ek Saath Ho
Is Sayani Bheed Main Bas Haathon Mein Tera Haath Ho
Bavri Si Dhun Ho Koi, Bavra Ek Raag Ho
Bavre Se Pair Chahen, Baavron Tarano Ke, Bavre Se Bol Pe Thirakna.
Bavra Mann, Dekhne Chala Ek Sapna...
Bavra Sa Ho Andhera, Bavri Khamoshiyan
Thartharati Low Ho Maddham, Bavri Madhoshiyan
Bavra Ek Ghooghta Chahe, Haule Haule Bin Bataye, Bavre Se Mukhde Se Sarakana
Bavra Mann, Dekhne Chala Ek Sapna....
14 April, 2009
I don’t believe in fate, but I do believe that whatever happens is for the good...
Like Steve Jobs said, in one of his famous speech, that we might not understand the significance of all that we are doing... but somewhere down the line, if we look backwards, we are able to join the dots, and then, it all makes sense...
I guess I’ve successfully confused you n myself with my thoughts, so I’ll let the lyrics of the song by Byrd’s do the talking, or rather, explain :)
To everything - turn, turn, turn
There is a season - turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under heaven
A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep
A time to build up, a time to break down
A time to dance, a time to mourn
A time to cast away stones
A time to gather stones together
A time of war, a time of peace
A time of love, a time of hate
A time you may embrace
A time to refrain from embracing
A time to gain, a time to lose
A time to rend, a time to sew
A time to love, a time to hate
A time of peace, I swear it's not too late!
03 April, 2009
Questions keep popping up in our head..
Here's my two pence to the debate...
Who decides what is right.. the majority ?!??
Is there any common guiding principle ?
And if not, then doesn't it all boil down to what you think is right, and what you think is not...
Who is anyone to judge you and your thoughts.. one can only give their opinions...
Just the way I am :)
31 March, 2009
28 March, 2009
Everyone's watch shows different time from others.
But, everyone believes that their time is correct."
All of us like talking our mind... expressing our opinions...
But what happens when your thoughts create a furore... was it worth the expression ?!?
20 March, 2009
19 March, 2009
But very often, the event we plan the most is exactly the one which doesn't seem like its going our way...
From whatever little I've seen... which is actually quite less ;) ...
Since we have planned so hard, we should execute it anyway...
Then we atleast have the satisfaction of having tried !!
08 March, 2009
I walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known
Don't know where it goes
But it's home to me and I walk alone
My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then I walk alone
I'm walking down the line
That divides me somewhere in my mind
On the border line
Of the edge and where I walk alone....
I think we've all been there and done that... as much as we'd like company and support in whatever we are doing,
we ultimately walk the lonely street all alone :)
Ironically, we give the maximum number of justifications to the ones we love... though these are the people whom we shouldn't be giving explanations to at all ?!?
Or is that just a myth ? Like most things in a relationship ;)
02 March, 2009
सोचा नही था के आपसे कभी मुलाक़ात भी होगी..
आज आपसे मिले..
तो तस्वीर की तकदीर पे तरस आता है...
For those who donot have devnagri script..
tasveer banake rakhi thi maine apne khayalo mae
socha nahi tha ke aapse kabhi mulaqaat bhi hogi..
aaj aapse mile..
to tasveer ki taqdeer pe taras aata hai...
01 March, 2009
Is it that it should be something we like... or is there an underlying requirement that it should be extraordinary..
It has become a repeated occurrence that people demand not what they like, but something extraordinary...
As if the ordinary is not good enough, even of they like it...
“If a man knew anything, he would sit in a corner and be modest; but he is such an ignorant peacock, that he goes bustling up and down, and hits on extraordinary discoveries.”
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
25 February, 2009
Bina sajaawat milaawat
Na jyaada na hi kamm
Tuhje chaahon jaisa hai tu
Mujhe tere barish mein beegna hai ghuljaana hai
Tujhe chaahon jaisa hai tu
Mujhe tere lapat mein jalna raakh ho jaana hai
We all dream of ideal love.. and Prasoon Joshi has expressed it perfectly..
But the point still remains, do we ever let the person be...
24 February, 2009
It vents its frustration just the way I do.. it rains..
But it all seems so ironic.
Rain seems to bring joy into so many lives... it is the indicator of the pleasure all let loose in one single burst of the cloud...
Like the peacock which doesnt even waste a moment...
11 February, 2009
13 January, 2009
ATLAS SHRUGGED : FROM FICTION TO FACT IN 52 Years
~ Stephen Moore
Some years ago when I worked at the libertarian Cato Institute, we used to label any new hire who had not yet read "Atlas Shrugged" a "virgin." Being conversant in Ayn Rand's classic novel about the economic carnage caused by big government run amok was practically a job requirement. If only "Atlas" were required reading for every member of Congress and political appointee in the Obama administration. I'm confident that we'd get out of the current financial mess a lot faster.
Many of us who know Rand's work have noticed that with each passing week, and with each successive bailout plan and economic-stimulus scheme out of Washington, our current politicians are committing the very acts of economic lunacy that "Atlas Shrugged" parodied in 1957, when this 1,000-page novel was first published and became an instant hit.
Rand, who had come to America from Soviet Russia with striking insights into totalitarianism and the destructiveness of socialism, was already a celebrity. The left, naturally, hated her. But as recently as 1991, a survey by the Library of Congress and the Book of the Month Club found that readers rated "Atlas" as the second-most influential book in their lives, behind only the Bible.
For the uninitiated, the moral of the story is simply this: Politicians invariably respond to crises -- that in most cases they themselves created -- by spawning new government programs, laws and regulations. These, in turn, generate more havoc and poverty, which inspires the politicians to create more programs . . . and the downward spiral repeats itself until the productive sectors of the economy collapse under the collective weight of taxes and other burdens imposed in the name of fairness, equality and do-goodism.
In the book, these relentless wealth redistributionists and their programs are disparaged as "the looters and their laws." Every new act of government futility and stupidity carries with it a benevolent-sounding title. These include the "Anti-Greed Act" to redistribute income (sounds like Charlie Rangel's promises soak-the-rich tax bill) and the "Equalization of Opportunity Act" to prevent people from starting more than one business (to give other people a chance). My personal favorite, the "Anti Dog-Eat-Dog Act," aims to restrict cut-throat competition between firms and thus slow the wave of business bankruptcies. Why didn't Hank Paulson think of that?
These acts and edicts sound farcical, yes, but no more so than the actual events in Washington, circa 2008. We already have been served up the $700 billion "Emergency Economic Stabilization Act" and the "Auto Industry Financing and Restructuring Act." Now that Barack Obama is in town, he will soon sign into law with great urgency the "American Recovery and Reinvestment Plan." This latest Hail Mary pass will increase the federal budget (which has already expanded by $1.5 trillion in eight years under George Bush) by an additional $1 trillion -- in roughly his first 100 days in office.
The current economic strategy is right out of "Atlas Shrugged": The more incompetent you are in business, the more handouts the politicians will bestow on you. That's the justification for the $2 trillion of subsidies doled out already to keep afloat distressed insurance companies, banks, Wall Street investment houses, and auto companies -- while standing next in line for their share of the booty are real-estate developers, the steel industry, chemical companies, airlines, ethanol producers, construction firms and even catfish farmers. With each successive bailout to "calm the markets," another trillion of national wealth is subsequently lost. Yet, as "Atlas" grimly foretold, we now treat the incompetent who wreck their companies as victims, while those resourceful business owners who manage to make a profit are portrayed as recipients of illegitimate "windfalls."
When Rand was writing in the 1950s, one of the pillars of American industrial might was the railroads. In her novel the railroad owner, Dagny Taggart, an enterprising industrialist, has a FedEx-like vision for expansion and first-rate service by rail. But she is continuously badgered, cajoled, taxed, ruled and regulated -- always in the public interest -- into bankruptcy. Sound far-fetched? On the day I sat down to write this ode to "Atlas," a Wall Street Journal headline blared: "Rail Shippers Ask Congress to Regulate Freight Prices."
In one chapter of the book, an entrepreneur invents a new miracle metal -- stronger but lighter than steel. The government immediately appropriates the invention in "the public good." The politicians demand that the metal inventor come to Washington and sign over ownership of his invention or lose everything.
The scene is eerily similar to an event late last year when six bank presidents were summoned by Treasury Secretary Hank Paulson to Washington, and then shuttled into a conference room and told, in effect, that they could not leave until they collectively signed a document handing over percentages of their future profits to the government. The Treasury folks insisted that this shakedown, too, was all in "the public interest."
Ultimately, "Atlas Shrugged" is a celebration of the entrepreneur, the risk taker and the cultivator of wealth through human intellect. Critics dismissed the novel as simple-minded, and even some of Rand's political admirers complained that she lacked compassion. Yet one pertinent warning resounds throughout the book: When profits and wealth and creativity are denigrated in society, they start to disappear -- leaving everyone the poorer.
One memorable moment in "Atlas" occurs near the very end, when the economy has been rendered comatose by all the great economic minds in Washington. Finally, and out of desperation, the politicians come to the heroic businessman John Galt (who has resisted their assault on capitalism) and beg him to help them get the economy back on track. The discussion sounds much like what would happen today:
Galt: "You want me to be Economic Dictator?"
Mr. Thompson: "Yes!"
"And you'll obey any order I give?"
"Then start by abolishing all income taxes."
"Oh no!" screamed Mr. Thompson, leaping to his feet. "We couldn't do that . . . How would we pay government employees?"
"Fire your government employees."
Abolishing the income tax. Now that really would be a genuine economic stimulus. But Mr. Obama and the Democrats in Washington want to do the opposite: to raise the income tax "for purposes of fairness" as Barack Obama puts it.
David Kelley, the president of the Atlas Society, which is dedicated to promoting Rand's ideas, explains that "the older the book gets, the more timely its message." He tells me that there are plans to make "Atlas Shrugged" into a major motion picture -- it is the only classic novel of recent decades that was never made into a movie. "We don't need to make a movie out of the book," Mr. Kelley jokes. "We are living it right now."
29 December, 2008
Here are some more of his insightful thoughts :)
- I have found that all ugly things are made by those who strive to make something beautiful and that all beautiful things are made by those who strive to make something useful.
- What is a cynic? A man who knows the price of everything and the value of nothing.
- The public is wonderfully tolerant. It forgives everything except genius.
27 December, 2008
24 December, 2008
16 December, 2008
02 December, 2008
then why don't we all come together when we have the right to express the power to vote..
Even though this year's voter turnout happens to be better than last time's MCD elections, i still believe 63% is not good enough a figure for a city like Delhi...
What will it take to bring people out of their houses and vote, i wonder..
16 November, 2008
12 November, 2008
It all started long time ago I guess.. I mean this irritating feeling...
Obama's becoming a President is an achievement.. because he's a Black.. as if it wouldn't qualify to be an achievement otherwise.. we make it sound as if it isn't his political stand on issues that matters but the colour.. and then we talk about equality blah blah...
Today's TOI (front page) said "Two big Hindu leaders under ATS scanners".. as if 2 leaders being under the scanner wouldn't catch your eyeballs...
What is it with us.. to associate every issue with caste, colour, religion... I don't know about other countries, but somehow, all of us, I mean us Indians, have a habit to categorize everyone.. and we'd make sure we'll find a reason.
We all take pride that we are a nation with so many cultures , castes and religions.. and we all still coexist.. but I sometimes wonder if we really do..
Given the slightest opportunity, we are willing to point fingers at another, and justify it by simply saying the person is a Hindu or a Muslim..
What is it with us ??
11 November, 2008
Some call it conscience, some call it sub-sonscious.. some call it your alter ego..
I feel its just our mind playing games..
saying things that we'd probably hesitate saying out aloud..
and the lesser you talk to people, the stronger the voice in your head grows...
10 November, 2008
06 November, 2008
30 October, 2008
~ Oscar Wilde (in The Picture of Dorian Gray)
Dont we wonder about this all the time..
when will it be that I'll make a decision not because someone told me to, but because I wanted to...
28 October, 2008
11 October, 2008
Sannata Sunai Nahin Deta,
Aur Hawayen Dikhayi Nahin Deti
Socha Hai Kya Kabhi, Hota Hai Yeh Kyun..
These are the lyrics of a song from Rock On!
What caught my attention is actually what the lyricist is trying to point out..
It rings a bell when he says that we try and give a name to everything.. even things we cannot see..
22 September, 2008
A thought recently ran into my mind... that i am very similar to a cupboard... open or closed depending on my moods :)
Lets go stepwise..
You need some power (read brain power aka intellect!!) to make me open up, for me to start communicating with you... that's the power needed to open the cupboard..
Next are the many compartments in a cupboard that are present once you open it..
what is immediately visible is the exterior, kept on hangers, what i showcase to the world..
but what is of greater significance is what is hidden in the locked drawers of the cupboard.. like a window to my psyche..
and yes, its not necesssary that the harder you try, greater the success rate of opening up one of the closed drawers, if you push too hard, the lock just might break ;), so beware !!
I don't know if this parallel applies to all..
but it definitely holds true for me...
17 August, 2008
01 August, 2008
What is it that education gives us.. we all strive for education, good quality education, from premier institutes of the world.. but what do we actually learn..
Hasn't our focus shifted totally, from content to the cover.. from substance to mere brands... isn't that what we are all chasing...
Marketing and hard selling seem to have become such an integral part of our life, that we don't 'develop' a liking for anything that is not 'sold' to us...
I guess "Beauty lies in substance" belongs to an old school of thought which ceases to exist in today's world...
What is worse is our justification for the need of selling.. have we all stopped trusting our sense of judgement.. the judgement of identifying what is right without someone trying to create a bias for something....
What is it that propels this thought.. i am yet to comprehend...
17 July, 2008
10 June, 2008
07 June, 2008
19 May, 2008
13 May, 2008
the thought that you deserved better.. or that someone who deserved good things in life didn't get anything at all...
I know we all talk about life being fair to all...
That we win some and we lose some..
But nothing hurts more than to see that someone less capable has shot ahead of you...
17 April, 2008
But if it ccontinues this way, with reservations for different sections of the society, the bright people will definitely have to look out for alternatives universities/locations for education...
The industry & the corporate world should take a firm stand on the issue...
or they should forever be mum when they discuss availability of skilled manpower...
15 April, 2008
13 April, 2008
And the government has decided to use reservations as the bait this time around..
After the prolonged debate... and public outrage... be it MBBS students and the public..
the government suddenly became silent on the whole issue.. and the people, especially students, became hopeful that there is justice..
there is hope...
that equality is not restricted to reservations of seats but is about everyone getting a chance to compete openly, in the circumstances they are, without any external aid...
But now that the elections are looming ahead, the government has decided that reservations is the solution...
And we are back to trying to seek admission into a prestigious instutute, feeling at a disadvantage....
19 March, 2008
24 February, 2008
"pyaar hai ya saja, aai mere dil bata
tootata kyon nahi dard ka silsila
is pyaar mein hon kaise kaise imntihaan
ye pyaar likhe kaisi kaisi dastaan
ya rabba de de koi jaan bhi agar
dilbar pe ho na, dilbar pe ho na koi asar
ho ya rabba de de koi jaan bhi agar
dilbar pe ho na, dilbar pe ho na koi asar..."
PS: This is from Salaam-e-Ishq.. sung by Kailash Kher...
14 February, 2008
But i believe, every pinnacle is a lonliness...
Not because no one wants to be with you, but because you don't want to be with anyone..
We long for company, and shoo people away....
Its as if the more you grow, the lesser you tolerate people...
Or maybe i'be just become cynical...
10 February, 2008
02 February, 2008
We all talk about the place becoming a safer city... and i used to believe in the same..
Only till today. For the first time, i had to think a million times before taking a direction... scared that the person sitting next to me will try to abuse me..
For the first time i realised what is meant to psychologically weak..
How everything around you looks harmful... as if everyone is conspiring against you...
everything is blown out of size.. gigantic..
Mind.. a funny thing... won't you say !!
23 January, 2008
Somewhere down the line, we become mature with age (people call it wisdom), and we dont wish the same any more...
We stop hoping for any radical changes - see I've said it - I'm refering to it as radical :-)
But what is it that stops us from believing that we can change the world.. paint it the way we want to... to dream .. to wish..
Though this song has been written with a different purpose, i dont think anyone from MLTR will punish me for quoting it here...
Paint my love
Paint my love
It's the picture of
A thousand sunsets
It's the freedom of
A thousand doves
Baby you should
Paint my love..
14 January, 2008
Those who are talkative and those who are expressive...
In other words, those who use words to express their feelings and those who let their face do the talking...
Its debatable which of the 2 ways is a better way of expression.. but we all, subconciouslyuse one of the two...
So when we say that someone is being unexpressive, it simply means we don't know what to read....
All of us try to communicate.. its just that each of us have our different ways !!!
19 December, 2007
and then you are goaded for not doing it properly, when someone next to you is doing a miserable job of it...
I wonder what is worse...
The hope that i'll get praise someday, for doing the job i origionally didnt want to...
Or the fact that i'm actually doing what i didn't want to...
10 November, 2007
27 September, 2007
But is there an end to the expectations from one self..
Will the hope that it will get better than what it is now ever cease...
At a level, satisfaction leads to complacency.. the want for more leads you to the road to perfection.. the ideal..
13 September, 2007
We all talk about family being the most important part of our lives.. that they are the one aspect of our life that won't change, nor will they vanish..
But i have come to believe that friends are as important, if not more important...
I could give you lots of reasons to support my argument, but the only one i will state is that
My Friends are the ones I choose to be with...
Thank you dear friends.. for putting up with me..
26 July, 2007
17 June, 2007
The train is coming, and you are just beside the track interchange. You can make the train change its course to the unused track and save most of the kids. However, that would also mean the lone child playing by the unused track would be sacrificed. Or would you rather let the train go its way?
Let's take a pause to think what kind of decision we could make................
Most people might choose to divert the course of the train, and sacrifice only one child.
You might think the same way, I guess. Exactly, I thought the same way initially because to save most of the children at the expense of only one child was rational decision most people would make, morally and emotionally.
But, have you ever thought that the child choosing to play on the unused track had in fact made the right decision to play at a safe place?
Nevertheless, he had to be sacrificed because of his ignorant friends who chose to play where the danger was. This kind of dilemma happens around us everyday. In the office, community, in politics and especially in a democratic society, the minority is often sacrificed for the interest of the majority, no matter how foolish or ignorant the majority are, and how farsighted and knowledgeable the minority are. The child who chose not to play with the rest on the operational track was sidelined. And in the case he was sacrificed, no one would shed a tear for him.
The great critic Leo Velski Julian who told the story said he would not try to change the course of the train because he believed that the kids playing on the operational track should have known very well that track was still in use, and that they should have run away if they heard the train's sirens. If the train was diverted, that lone child would definitely die because he never thought the train could come over to that track! Moreover, that track was not in use probably because it was not safe. If the train was diverted to the track, we could put the lives of all passengers on board at stake! And in your attempt to save a few kids by sacrificing one child, you might end up sacrificing hundreds of people to save these few kids.
While we are all aware that life is full of tough decisions that need to be made, we may not realize that hasty decisions may not always be the right one.
Remember that what's right isn't always popular... and what's popular isn't always right.
"Everybody makes mistakes; that's why they put erasers on pencils".
24 May, 2007
strong enough to withstand the pain that comes our way...
to fight any situation and better still, face the music...
Strong enough not to be supported by anyone ,
strong enough to be alone yet be steady ,
What we don't accept, is that a little help from someone won't hurt...
venting our anger on someone won't make us any weaker...
leaning on someone just to catch our breath won't make us dependent on them...
Quote for the Blog
"It takes more courage to reveal insecurities than to hidethem,
more strength to relate to people than to dominate them,
more manhood to abide by thought-out principles rather than blind reflex.
Toughness is in the soul and spirit, not in muscles and an immature mind."
~ Alax Karras
23 April, 2007
One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation.
Every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.
The man in the other bed began to live for those one-hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside. The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.
As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.
One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passingby. Although the other man couldn't hear the band - he could see it in his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words. Days and weeks passed.
One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep.
She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away. As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.
Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed. It faced a blank wall.
The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window. The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.
She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you."
There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.
Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness, when shared, is doubled.
30 March, 2007
08 March, 2007
Mind is the think and feel tank and the body is the executor..So is one of them alrght without the other..
Doesn't it get frustrating if you have the mind to think but you are unable to do.. you can feel but you can't express.. you like , but you can't appreciate...
When your mind is asking for activity but your body can't execute it..
And then people say that mind is all that matters...