Aaj zindgi aise mukaam pe hai…ki saari yaari dosti sirf gtlak pe hai
Har cup coffee me feekapan hai …aur hanste is chehre pe mukhaute ka rang hai
5*3 ke is kamre me hum band hai…aur hamare saath tanhai ke ye gum hai…
Har pal jeene ka khwaab dekha tha hamne…kya pata zindgi aise mukaam par layegi...
Chah kar bhi azaad na ho paye kabhi hum…aur ye roz dard ke ghoont pilayegi…
Bhaari is sar me kitne hi khayaalaat bhare…. Aur bhaari is jabaan pe meri jaane kitne alfaaz ruke…
Ek pal me main phoot na jaun..ye sochke…wo saare humne apne paas rakhe
Har pal jeene ka khwaab dekha tha hamne…kya pata zindgi aise mukaam par layegi...
Chah kar bhi azaad na ho paye kabhi hum…aur ye roz dard ke ghoont pilayegi…
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Monday, October 5, 2009
Thursday, September 10, 2009
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Tuesday, September 8, 2009
A few glimpses from Europe
Need I say anything about this one??
View from my apartment window..Kaiserslautern, Deutschland
BMW Museum, Munich..
St Peter's Basilica, Vatican City..Rome
Beautiful scenary, Aachen..Germany
On the beach, Den Haag..Netherlands
"After I dived the sky", Interlaken, Switzerland
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Bored of IITM life
3 saal ho gaye..teen saal
ek sharavaiite ko seetee tak nahi maari
aadhe time to hum you hi confuse the
ki wo dikhne wale nar hai ya naaree??
mann nahi karta...kya karen??
guru me baithna aur ccd jaana
oob gaye hum,aur ab gaya wo zamaana
lectures ko janaa, aur mess me khana..
chipchipee is dhoop me cycle chalaana...
movies dekhna aur **** dekhkar hilaana...
sab boring sa hai,
dekhna hai baahar ka nazraana...
campus ki hariyali, aur jungle ke hiran...
hostel me bandar bandariyon ka milan,
frustru se coolness tak
despo se ulti despo tak
shaastra aur saarang, choreo aur robotics...
achcha hua nahi chhooyi insti ki politics...
holi ke rang aur diwali ki jagmag,
freshie nite se leke hostel nite tak chakmak...sab yaad hai
ragging ke sessions aur interactions ke din
12am pe sab kuchh ho dead, insti me LAN ke bin
juniors kee lena, aur Dean ka darr,
room apna kachre aur sutte ka ghar
daroo hai weed hai..to hangover bhi sahi
bas kuchh pyaar paane ki chhoti si kasar rah gayee
europe jo ghooma maine,zindgee ye jee lee
duniya jo dekhee maine kitni rang rangeelee..
sapne hai oonche, aur bahut tak aage jaana hai..
jalta hai mujhse,aur kahta mujhko paagal ye zamaana hai...
oob gaya is jagah se, ki sab kuchh to hai khaak chhaan maara
ek library hai jo reh gayi, ki kabhi waha main padha nahi bechaara..
cash kama ke aish karun..padhna kisko aur yaha pe
pack the books and pack the baggage..dil bole Lets move on! my friend...move on and on...
ek sharavaiite ko seetee tak nahi maari
aadhe time to hum you hi confuse the
ki wo dikhne wale nar hai ya naaree??
mann nahi karta...kya karen??
guru me baithna aur ccd jaana
oob gaye hum,aur ab gaya wo zamaana
lectures ko janaa, aur mess me khana..
chipchipee is dhoop me cycle chalaana...
movies dekhna aur **** dekhkar hilaana...
sab boring sa hai,
dekhna hai baahar ka nazraana...
campus ki hariyali, aur jungle ke hiran...
hostel me bandar bandariyon ka milan,
frustru se coolness tak
despo se ulti despo tak
shaastra aur saarang, choreo aur robotics...
achcha hua nahi chhooyi insti ki politics...
holi ke rang aur diwali ki jagmag,
freshie nite se leke hostel nite tak chakmak...sab yaad hai
ragging ke sessions aur interactions ke din
12am pe sab kuchh ho dead, insti me LAN ke bin
juniors kee lena, aur Dean ka darr,
room apna kachre aur sutte ka ghar
daroo hai weed hai..to hangover bhi sahi
bas kuchh pyaar paane ki chhoti si kasar rah gayee
europe jo ghooma maine,zindgee ye jee lee
duniya jo dekhee maine kitni rang rangeelee..
sapne hai oonche, aur bahut tak aage jaana hai..
jalta hai mujhse,aur kahta mujhko paagal ye zamaana hai...
oob gaya is jagah se, ki sab kuchh to hai khaak chhaan maara
ek library hai jo reh gayi, ki kabhi waha main padha nahi bechaara..
cash kama ke aish karun..padhna kisko aur yaha pe
pack the books and pack the baggage..dil bole Lets move on! my friend...move on and on...
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Rumours and the Honour
Once upon a time an old man spread rumours that his neighbour was a thief. As a result, the young man was arrested. Days later the young man was proven innocent. After been released he sued the old man for wrongly accusing him.
In court the old man told the Judge: ‘They were just comments, didn’t harm anyone..’
The judge, before passing sentence on the case, told the old man: ‘Write all the things you said about him on a piece of paper. Cut them up and on the way home, throw the pieces of paper out. Tomorrow, come back to hear the sentence.’
The next day, the judge told the old man: ‘Before receiving the sentence, you will have to go out and gather all the pieces of paper that you threw out yesterday.’
The old man said: ‘I can’t do that! The wind spread them and I won’t know where to find them.’
The judge then replied: ‘The same way, simple comments may destroy the honour of a man to such an extent that one is not able to fix it.
If you can’t speak well of someone, rather don’t say anything.
‘Let’s all be masters of our mouths, so that we won’t be slaves of our words.’
courtesy: Amitabh Bachchan's blog
In court the old man told the Judge: ‘They were just comments, didn’t harm anyone..’
The judge, before passing sentence on the case, told the old man: ‘Write all the things you said about him on a piece of paper. Cut them up and on the way home, throw the pieces of paper out. Tomorrow, come back to hear the sentence.’
The next day, the judge told the old man: ‘Before receiving the sentence, you will have to go out and gather all the pieces of paper that you threw out yesterday.’
The old man said: ‘I can’t do that! The wind spread them and I won’t know where to find them.’
The judge then replied: ‘The same way, simple comments may destroy the honour of a man to such an extent that one is not able to fix it.
If you can’t speak well of someone, rather don’t say anything.
‘Let’s all be masters of our mouths, so that we won’t be slaves of our words.’
courtesy: Amitabh Bachchan's blog
Monday, July 13, 2009
Common sense is Dead
An Obituary printed in the London Times - Interesting and sadly rather true.
Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, *Common Sense*, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape.. He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as:
- Knowing when to come in out of the rain;
- Why the early bird gets the worm;
- Life isn’t always fair;
- and maybe it was my fault.
Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don’t spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge).
His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.
Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children.
It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer sun lotion or an aspirin to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.
Common Sense lost the will to live as the churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims.
Common Sense took a beating when you couldn’t defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.
Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.
Common Sense was preceded in death, by his parents, Truth and Trust, by his wife, Discretion, by his daughter, Responsibility, and by his son, Reason.
He is survived by his 4 stepbrothers;
I Know My Rights
I Want It Now
Someone Else Is To Blame
I’m A Victim
Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority and do nothing.
Brilliant !!!! Absolutely brilliant !
Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, *Common Sense*, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape.. He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as:
- Knowing when to come in out of the rain;
- Why the early bird gets the worm;
- Life isn’t always fair;
- and maybe it was my fault.
Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don’t spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge).
His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.
Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children.
It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer sun lotion or an aspirin to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.
Common Sense lost the will to live as the churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims.
Common Sense took a beating when you couldn’t defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.
Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.
Common Sense was preceded in death, by his parents, Truth and Trust, by his wife, Discretion, by his daughter, Responsibility, and by his son, Reason.
He is survived by his 4 stepbrothers;
I Know My Rights
I Want It Now
Someone Else Is To Blame
I’m A Victim
Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority and do nothing.
Brilliant !!!! Absolutely brilliant !
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
The Last Lecture from Randy Pausch
Here is a link for a very famous "The Last Lecture" from Late Prof Randy Pausch. Its titled as Achieving your childood dreams...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ji5_MqicxSo
I have taken some dot points from the lecture...I hope we find them useful..atleast I do.
1. If people perceive as a jerk, you are limiting your accomplishment.
2. Selling something worthwhile like education.
3. Have FUN
4. Never loose child like wonder
5. Help others
6. Loyalty is a two way street
7. Never give up
8. Brick walls let us show our dedication
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ji5_MqicxSo
I have taken some dot points from the lecture...I hope we find them useful..atleast I do.
1. If people perceive as a jerk, you are limiting your accomplishment.
2. Selling something worthwhile like education.
3. Have FUN
4. Never loose child like wonder
5. Help others
6. Loyalty is a two way street
7. Never give up
8. Brick walls let us show our dedication
- Get a feedback loop and heed it
- Show gratitude
- Dont complain, just work hard
- Be good at something, that makes you valuable
- Find the best in everybody, no one is all evil
- WORK HARD
Monday, April 27, 2009
Audi A6 Ride
Wow!
Thats what comes out of your heart when you hitch a ride in such a lavish car, the Audi A6.
The moment I saw it at the main gate of our institute (as I was waiting to take hike from somebody or the other) I was excited. Only the driver was there in the car. So, I just waved my hand and asked for hitch. And he paused at once.
And then, the moment he opened the front door, I was just awed ..simply awed by the beauty of the car. The interiors, the seat, the comfort, the dashboard, the multimedia devices...etc etc etc..., it was the first time I was sitting in such a luxurious car.
The ride was very small, just 2kms to say. Five minutes maximum I guess. But, all through those few minutes, I was volatile and unstable inside.
There was a unique excitement and smile on my face. My eyes were glowing. I was so happy that I just couldnt believe it. I had just seen all those things in movies...but for real...this was it.
And it was THE CAR I had ever been inside.
I wanted to smile fully, I wanted to express the joy, but being seated besides the driver, continuously I was trying to suppress those expressions and showing up just a little smile. I had to. And then when I came out of it, I was so happy. It was like you get something that you have dreamt about but never thought of coming so close to it.
All of it sounds so childish..and yea it is. But there are a few things which you just dream of, and if all of a sudden you get even an inch closer to them, you feel awesome. So did I felt.
Awesome!
Thats what comes out of your heart when you hitch a ride in such a lavish car, the Audi A6.
The moment I saw it at the main gate of our institute (as I was waiting to take hike from somebody or the other) I was excited. Only the driver was there in the car. So, I just waved my hand and asked for hitch. And he paused at once.
And then, the moment he opened the front door, I was just awed ..simply awed by the beauty of the car. The interiors, the seat, the comfort, the dashboard, the multimedia devices...etc etc etc..., it was the first time I was sitting in such a luxurious car.
The ride was very small, just 2kms to say. Five minutes maximum I guess. But, all through those few minutes, I was volatile and unstable inside.
There was a unique excitement and smile on my face. My eyes were glowing. I was so happy that I just couldnt believe it. I had just seen all those things in movies...but for real...this was it.
And it was THE CAR I had ever been inside.
I wanted to smile fully, I wanted to express the joy, but being seated besides the driver, continuously I was trying to suppress those expressions and showing up just a little smile. I had to. And then when I came out of it, I was so happy. It was like you get something that you have dreamt about but never thought of coming so close to it.
All of it sounds so childish..and yea it is. But there are a few things which you just dream of, and if all of a sudden you get even an inch closer to them, you feel awesome. So did I felt.
Awesome!
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Poem by Dushyant Kumar
A poem by very famous poet Dushyant Kumar
हो गई है पीर पर्वत-सी पिघलनी चाहिए,
इस हिमालय से कोई गंगा निकलनी चाहिए।
आज यह दीवार, परदों की तरह हिलने लगी,
शर्त लेकिन थी कि ये बुनियाद हिलनी चाहिए।
हर सड़क पर, हर गली में, हर नगर, हर गाँव में,
हाथ लहराते हुए हर लाश चलनी चाहिए।
सिर्फ हंगामा खड़ा करना मेरा मकसद नहीं,
सारी कोशिश है कि ये सूरत बदलनी चाहिए।
मेरे सीने में नहीं तो तेरे सीने में सही,
हो कहीं भी आग, लेकिन आग जलनी चाहिए।
- दुष्यन्त कुमार
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