Moods of my life......

how nerdy I am?

2010-02-10T16:20:00.001+05:30

Dumb Questions we face all the time

2010-02-07T19:18:00.000+05:30

Dumb questions indians are often asked and correct answers for them. Courtesy: some source

Q. Why do indian women wear red dots on their foreheads?

A. Well, in ancient times, Indian men used to practice archery

skills by aiming at their wife's red dot. In fact, that is one

of the reasons why they had many wives. You see, once they

mastered the art of archery and hit the target....

Q. You're from India? I have read so much about the country. All the

wonderful places, the forests, the snake charmers, the elephants.

Do you still use elephants for transportation?

A. Absolutely. In fact we used to have our own elephant in our

house. But later, we started participating in elephant-ride

sharing schemes with our neighbors, to save the air. You see

elephants have an "emissions" problem.....

Q. Does India have cars?

A. No. We ride elephants to work. The government is trying to

encourage ride-sharing schemes.

Q. Does India have TV?

A. No. We only have cable.

Q. Are all Indians vegetarian?

A. Yes. Even tigers are vegetarian in India.

Q. How come you speak English so well?

A. You see when the British were ruling India,they employed Indians

as servants. It took too long for the Indians to learn English.

So the British isolated an "English-language" gene and infused

their servants' babies with it and since then all babies are born

speaking English.

Q. Are you a Hindi?

A. Yes. I am spoken everyday in Northern India.

Q. Do you speak Hindu?

A. Yes, I also speak Jewish, Islam and Christianity.

Q. Is it true that everyone there is very corrupt?

A. Yes, in fact, I had to bribe my parents so that they would let me

go to school.

Q. India is very hot, isn't it?

A. It is so hot there that all the water boils spontaneously. That

is why tea is such a popular drink in India.

Q. Are there any business companies in India?

A. No. All Indians live on the Gandhian prinicples of self-

sufficiency. We all make our own clothes and grow our own food.

That is why you see all these thin skinny Indians -- it is a lot

of hard work.

Q. Indians cannot eat beef, huh?

A. Cows provide milk which is a very essential part of Indian diet.

So eating cows is forbidden. However in order to decrease the

population of the country, the government is trying to encourage

everyone to eat human meat.

Q. India is such a religious place. Do you meditate regularly?

A. Yes, sometimes I meditate for weeks without food and drink. But

it is difficult to keep my job, because I have to miss work when

I meditate like that. But the bosses there do the same thing.

That is why things are so inefficient there.

Q. I saw on TV that people there walk on burning coals. Why do they

do that?

A. We don't have shoes. So we burn the botton of our feet to make it

hard, so that we can walk.

Q. Why do you sometimes wear Indian clothes to work?

A. I prefer it to coming naked.

God made it! Lol ;-)

2009-12-06T05:10:00.002+05:30

5 Minute MANAGEMENT course...Dont miss it

2009-11-30T17:59:00.000+05:30

Lesson 1:

A man is getting into the shower just as his wife is finishing up her shower, when the doorbell rings.

The wife quickly wraps herself in a towel and runs downstairs.

When she opens the door, there stands Bob , the next-door neighbor..

Before she says a word, Bob says, 'I'll give you $800 to drop that towel.'

After thinking for a moment, the woman drops her towel and stands naked in front of Bob, after a few seconds, Bob hands her $800 and leaves.

The woman wraps back up in the towel and goes back upstairs.

When she gets to the bathroom, her husband asks, 'Who was that?'

'It was Bob the next door neighbor,' she replies.

'Great,' the husband says , 'did he say anything about the $800 he owes me?'

Moral of the story:

If you share critical information pertaining to credit and risk with your shareholders in time, you may be in a position to prevent avoidable exposure..

Lesson 2:

A priest offered a Nun a lift.

She got in and crossed her legs, forcing her gown to reveal a leg.

The priest nearly had an accident.

After controlling the car, he stealthily slid his hand up her leg.

The nun said, 'Father, remember Psalm 129?'

The priest removed his hand. But, changing gears, he let his hand slide up her leg again.
The nun once again said, 'Father, remember Psalm 129?'

The priest apologized 'Sorry sister but the flesh is weak.'

Arriving at the convent, the nun sighed heavily and went on her way.

On his arrival at the church, the priest rushed to look up Psalm 129. It said, 'Go forth and seek, further up, you will find glory.'

Moral of the story:
If you are not well informed in your job, you might miss a great opportunity.

Lesson 3:

A sales rep, an administration clerk, and the manager are walking to lunch when they find an antique oil lamp.
They rub it and a Genie comes out.
The Genie says, 'I'll give each of you just one wish.'
'Me first! Me first!' says the admin clerk 'I want to be in the Bahamas , driving a speedboat, without a care in the world.'
Puff! She's gone.

'Me next! Me next!' says the sales rep. 'I want to be in Hawaii , relaxing on the beach with my personal masseuse, an endless supply of Pina Coladas and the love of my life.'
Puff! He's gone..

'OK, you're up,' the Genie says to the manager.
The manager says, 'I want those two back in the office after lunch'

Moral of the story:
Always let your boss have the first say.

Lesson 4

An eagle was sitting on a tree resting, doing nothing.

A small rabbit saw the eagle and asked him, 'Can I also sit like you and do nothing?'
The eagle answered: 'Sure, why not.'

So, the rabbit sat on the ground below the eagle and rested. All of a sudden, a fox appeared, jumped on the rabbit and ate it.

Moral of the story:
To be sitting and doing nothing, you must be sitting very, very high up.

Lesson 5

A turkey was chatting with a bull.

'I would love to be able to get to the top of that tree' sighed the turkey, 'but I haven't got the energy.'
'Well, why don't you nibble on some of my droppings?' replied the bull. They're packed with nutrients..'

The turkey pecked at a lump of dung, and found it actually gave him enough strength to reach the lowest branch of the tree.

The next day, after eating some more dung, he reached the second branch..

Finally after a fourth night, the turkey was proudly perched at the top of the tree.

He was promptly spotted by a farmer, who shot him out of the tree.

Moral of the story:
Bull Shit might get you to the top, but it won't keep you there.

Lesson 6

A little bird was flying south for the winter. It was so cold the bird froze and fell to the ground into a large field.

While he was lying there, a cow came by and dropped some dung on him.

As the frozen bird lay there in the pile of cow dung, he began to realize how warm he was.

The dung was actually thawing him out!

He lay there all warm and happy, and soon began to sing for joy..
A passing cat heard the bird singing and came to investigate.

Following the sound, the cat discovered the bird under the pile of cow dung, and promptly dug him out and ate him.

Morals of the story:
(1) Not everyone who shits on you is your enemy.

(2) Not everyone who gets you out of shit is your
friend.

(3 ) And when you're in deep shit, it's best to keep
your mouth shut!

THUS ENDS THE FIVE MINUTE MANAGEMENT COURSE

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2009-10-25T15:00:00.000+05:30

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…

Love thee Paris!

2009-10-21T22:50:00.003+05:30

Sealife, Munich

2009-10-10T03:59:00.001+05:30

Gilly finding Nemo

Berliner Tor, Berlin

2009-10-05T15:53:00.001+05:30

Switzerland...

2009-09-10T22:23:00.004+05:30

A few glimpses from Europe

2009-09-08T23:07:00.009+05:30

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

One of my best pic: Berlin

2009-09-08T23:03:00.003+05:30

Rumours and the Honour

2009-07-14T13:19:00.000+05:30

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

Common sense is Dead

2009-07-13T21:57:00.001+05:30

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 !

The Last Lecture from Randy Pausch

2009-06-10T20:03:00.002+05:30

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

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

Audi A6 Ride

2009-04-27T23:36:00.004+05:30

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!

Poem by Dushyant Kumar

2009-04-25T04:22:00.003+05:30

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

Life Under Construction

2009-04-25T03:06:00.008+05:30

0-5 years: Version 0.0 to 0.5 -
Being a kid, pooping and peeing here and there, learning to shout to speak to walk to run to smile and to Love.

5-10 years: Version 1.0 to 1.5-
Still a kid, Getting primarily educated, recognizing locality and surroundings, roads and streets and people around me;
Introduction to Uttar Pradesh stereotype surrounding;
abused a neighbour of mine in front of my mom, a rememberance.

10-11 years- Version 1.5Beta- Transient phase to the outer world. Gearing up to shell out of cocoon.

11-16 years- Version 2.0 to 2.5-
Going to sainik schools at Ghorakhal,Nainital and Lucknow(a unique life experience), Living in hostels, socializing, self dependence, adolescence, puberty, realizing that girls are really pretty and that something happens chemically inside us ;)
Infatuation with a girl, confessing her to which she kept me waiting for next four years until she finally just forgot me; had a lot of crushes; had loads of fun;
Asked too many questions in schools. Gave a good result for my high school.
Had a wonderful camp and tour to Goa in 2002-03 winters.
Had a few wonderful teachers, rendering some life time inspirations and lessons.
Nationalist, patriotic, socialist thoughts high in my mind.
Made a few lifetime friends;
Abuse n curses on highs.
Life was fun..all of it. Never cared for anything else.

16-18 years: Version 3.0 to 3.2-
Life in Kota, coaching at Bansal classes, living alone, working hard, sucking life, miserable it was which finally paid off resulting me landing in IIT Madras. I was and still am very miser.
Lifestyle prevented from all cash spending funs. Didnt watch a single movie in theater in Two years in Kota.
Was quite famous( ok, notorious) at Bansal Classes for asking doubts.

18-20 years: Version 4.0 to 4.2-
Life at IIT Madras. Two years at hostel.
Life sucked at times and it rocked at others.
Got screwed for saying What The Fuck to one of my seniors. :X
Frustration, ego, silly mistakes, attitude problem, shouting, carelessness.
Girls are never comfortable in my presence. I am too despo looking form my face.
Choreo, Drama, Robotics, Poetry, Blogging, and nothing serious.
Painful for others.
Lessons learnt- not much.
Met a few of the greatest seniors.

20-21 years: Version 5.0 Alpha & Beta-
Art of living, a bit of self realization.
Reinvented myself. Smile on my face.
Hectic life. Taking a part time teaching job. Earning some cash of my own.
Mono-acting.
A failure in a course. A bit more self realization. Interests in academics.
Singing. Dont care what others think about me.
Reconstructing and structuring myself.
A bit more sincere for acads n other works. Started to dream about the rarest thing I thought of in my first two years: pursuing a PhD.
Working harder. PanIIT 08- Drank for the first time- Banged the DJ Floor Harder
After 450+ applications, secured four internships.
Being more practical.
Getting a girlfriend. :)
Moving towards atheism.
Experiencing bureaucracy.
Enjoying the lucky charm.
Finally making my dream come true: taking my first ever flight (and its international as I always dreamt my first flight to be)

Looking ahead: Endsems of April 09, Internship at Germany & a wonderful Eurotrip ahead,
Deepening my research interests, Upgrading myself with reinventing process, Loosing my virginity ( getting laid someday somewhere very soon) ;)
Securing a strong base for further professional career ahead.

Waiting for the new release of Version 5.1 Alpha

e-Letter to GOD

2009-04-11T18:50:00.006+05:30

Dear Mr God!
I am not sorry if you are offended when I call you a Mister.
After spending almost twenty one years of my so called life, which has just been a long long series of incidents, I just wanted to talk to you. So here I am. Well, its not the first I am talking to you...but ofcourse its the first time when I perceive you no more as the so called ALMIGHTY.
Things have happened to me...as they do with others. Not boasting for my hard working deeds nor calling myself lucky...I would just like to conclude that this fate, on an average, has been just a NEUTRAL, & I hope you understand what I mean by this NEUTRAL. There large number of arguments I can provide, to tell you that I have been quite unfortunate and my bad luck has deprived me of so many things I wished for. But...at the same time...you can give an equal number of arguments for what all I have been provided and privileged with. So lets not argue about that. Lets just forget what the hell or heaven you might have written...or thought to be written in my fate.
I recall from the beginning of my childhood..being brought up in a typical middle class vaishya Hindu family..you have been given quite a lot of verbal importance in every context, no matter what it might be. So, the influence on this poor man writing this letter to you, had been quite a lot.For so long, I believed that you certainly do exist somewhere in the seventh sky or some galaxy or somewhere else in this universe..and observing all of us. And trust me...for most of the cases ..its was the fear for your presence and not the encouragement..that we had to do good deeds. That very belief in my subconscious mind, I have not been able to remove it completely from my head. And you know what, I hate you for all this non sense. Your presence or absence, practically, has not been effective at all. Infact the faith has been degrading my performance quite a few times. There have been times when I had cried recalling you...demanding something..in lieu of keeping my faith. There have been other times when for a long duration I didnt care if you are there. You were indeed an irritation for my thoughts.
So why am I writing all this today???
All of a sudden, what happened that I am talking all this non-sense, or may be sense.
Its just that I want you to know...and I want the others to know......that I cant digest your conception any more. It ll take me some more time to remove you completely out of my mind.
Its just ridiculous...when at times I used to call you ..or recall you....assuming that you will help me out. I was so wrong. I mean think practically, out of more than 6 billion people on this bloody earth, what would be the probability of you listening to me...even if you actually existed.
This life around me has been running so well or unwell...just because of the humans around me are messed up in all the things- good or bad. I dont have to talk about if you control my fate or anybody's fate for that matter.
My knowledge & wisdom, how so ever small it may be, has compelled me to draw this conclusion, atleast for myself, that...you are nothing more than an imposed composition and illusion.
Things happening in life, events taking place, incidents & accidents caused so far...they just have been...I dont want to call them destiny. They just happened....you know just like every other thing does.
I am capable of doing what I can..and react accordingly of what I am. I cant recall you or pray you anymore. Neither can I devote 1001/- prasadam for you at the temples. If I do something good..I dont expect from you to tap my shoulders. And if I do something wrong, neither do I expect you to blame me. I shall do the things I want. You may wait and watch..if you are so jobless....OR..you may simply lie down in front of your devotees in thousands of temples and chuches and mosques and god (you) knows where....and have free lunch.
But take it from me...I dont have a single penny to give you...I dont have a single second to remember you.....and I dont have a single word to praise you...and I dont have a single word to criticize you either. I just dont care if you are...or if you arent. But for sure I want my belief of your non existence to be preserved and protected. I dont want some Tom Dick n Harry coming to me and telling me that the GOD says....blah blah blah....Its my belief or non belief...and I shall fight to protect it. You may feel jealous..after all you are loosing lots of prasadam from me..which you, so happily, could have feast upon while millions of other creatures keep on fighting for the single grain.
Events happening here have been related to me...problems are mine...and I shall do my own efforts to solve them out. I dont need your leverage at any step.
I hope you might have clearly got the idea of what I want to convey.

Good luck for you Mister.

And yeah, by the way, GOD bless you...(you may bless yourself, ofcourse).

See you again on earth.(I dont want your hell or heaven)

Good Bye

This is life..

2009-03-30T23:35:00.003+05:30

Laugh a loud sometime
cry hard sometime
Fall in love with someone..
get ditched by a few ones.
Work hard ..burn off your backs..
get a pot belly..not just the 6 packs.
love a stranger..heed a few beggers..
mess up in the streets...jus like those niggers..
Stare at a cleavage..whistle for some babes...
stalk some girls..get into some rages.
Help an stranger..forget it off...
put on shiny plastics...a little show off
Work like an ass...get crooked by a shrewd
take away some chances..be a a little rude...
Cook something veg..roast some nice meat..
some what messed up..n somewhat neat.
Be a tech savvy...put on some formals...
dust yourself..and move on as normals.
sometimes...wear a mask, cheat with 'em
pity on them..regret for them..
forget the almighty...as if u dont care..
take up the things you dont even dare.
pull up your sleeves..and strike with no fear..
but heed the pain..when bad times are near.
Nothing is free ...and the pains we bear..
give us the fruits of life my dear!!!

Abduction

2009-02-08T21:34:00.003+05:30

This is inspired from the incident when terrorist/militants arrive at the doorstep of a house and are abducting the child of that family...they are going to train him and make him like themselves..and this boy's life is never going to be the same....
Following lines are describing the situation of the moment when The Danger Man is standing at your doorstep and the feeling that you have inside you..
I wrote these line when I read the article in The New Indian Express.

दर्द है क्या ये तड़प है कैसी ,
आग लग रही बदन में जैसी
हर आहट में डर है भरा सा,
सामने मेरे यम् है खड़ा सा ॥
हाथ में उसके मौत का फंदा
और आगे आतंक का राज
आई है चुनने की बारी
जीवन और इस मौत में आज ॥
हर आहट में डर है भरा सा
सामने मेरे यम् है खड़ा सा ॥
आया वो मुझको है लेने
काल स्वयं हो आया जैसे
आशा की हर किरन है बुझी
शून्य अन्धकार हओ जैसे॥
हर आहट में डर है भरा सा
सामने मेरे यम् है खड़ा सा ॥

as of now..its not complete and left in the middle..i am still wondering to write it further...didnt get anything relevant at the moment..so just thought I would share this much piece of work itself.

one of the very first and most beautiful poems I learnt as a child...

2009-02-08T10:13:00.004+05:30

लाला जी ने केला खाया
केला खाके मुँह पिचकाया
मुँह पिचका कर तोंद फुलाई
तोंद फुलाकर छड़ी उठाई
छड़ी उठाकर कदम बढाया
कदम के नीचे छिलका आया
लालाजी गिरे धडाम
मुँह से निकला हाय राम !

Laugh and the world laughs along

2009-02-01T22:03:00.004+05:30

प्रिय मित्रों ,
पेश है मेरी नई रचना .........

"चलते चलते भी हम हँसते
रुक रुक कर हम फ़िर से हँसते,
जीवन की इस भाग दौड़ में
खून पसीना बहा बहाकर
हाथ जोड़ते पैर पकड़ते
तान ये सीना फ़िर से हँसते,
कौन है असली कौन है नकली
फर्क क्या इससे हमको पड़ता,
आज है कोई और कोई कल
साथ में इनके चले चला चल ,
जो भी है बस आज ही है सब
जो होगा कल देखेंगे तब ,
कल किसने देखा है यारा
कभी मैं जीता कभी मैं हारा,
इक हँसी है मेरी जो है अपनी
आज भी है और रहेगी कल तक
चलते फिरते हँसी बांटते
साथ साथ हम चलेंगे जब तक
साथ में है ये दुनिया अपने
सदा से है और रहेगी तब तक "

Me

2009-02-01T02:20:00.004+05:30

You see me first
I may annoy you
You see me first
I look frust( frustrated)
You see me first
I look plump
You see me first
I may look pervert
You see me first
I look desperate
You see me first
I may look awful

Then,
You see me again
I make you laugh
You see me again
you get a friend in me
You accept me
I get a friend in you
You see me again
I hang out with you
You see me again
you realize I am pleasantly plump
You see me again
you can count on me
You see me again
you know my weakness
You see me again
you know I am honest
You see me again
you know my past
You see me again
you see my life is a open book
You see me again
you be a part of that book
You see me again
you know you can always trust me
and you realize, you can count on me for the times when you need to count for someone

Finally, when you see me off,
you know I am a part of you.... you cant forget me so easily....

Welcome to ME....

Chhod de sari duniya: Lyrics from Saraswati Chandra

2008-12-15T00:03:00.000+05:30

Kaha Chala Aye Mere Jogi, Jeewan Se Tu Bhaag Ke
kisi Ek Dil Ke Karan, Yun Sari Duniya Tyaag Ke

chhod De Sari Duniya Kisi Ke Liye
yeh Munaasib Nahin Aadmi Ke Liye
pyaar Se Bhi Zaroori Kayi Kam Hain
pyaar Sab Kuchh Nahin Zindagi Ke Liye
chhod De Sari Duniya Kisi Ke Liye

tann Se Tann Ka Milan Ho Na Paaya To Kya
mann Se Mann Ka Milan Koi Kam To Nahin (2)
khushboo Aati Rahe Door Hi Se Sahi
saamne Ho Chaman Koi Kam To Nahin (2)
chand Milta Nahin Sabko Sansaar Mein
hai Diya Hi Bahut Roshni Ke Liye
chhod De Sari Duniya Kisi Ke Liye

kitni Hasrat Se Takti Hain Kaliyan Tumhe
kyun Bahaaron Ko Phir Se Bulaate Nahin (2)
ek Duniya Ujad Hi Gayi Hai To Kya
doosra Tum Jahan Kyun Basaate Nahin
dil Ne Chaahe Bhi To Saath Sansaar Ke
chalna Padta Hai Sab Ki Khushi Ke Liye
chhod De Sari Duniya Kisi Ke Liye

Namma Chennai

2008-12-13T01:35:00.004+05:30

Its been almost two and a half years in IIT Madras, Chennai.
I still recall those days in the beginning when we used to say (& sometimes even now we say) that Chennai Sucks Man!
But, its a very strange relationship between a city and its people. A city, like a recipe, consists of its people as the main ingredients. And they significantly affect the way, a city tastes to them, to outsiders , to everyone.
Two n half years back, we had all those problems while travelling from A to B. All jam packed buses, high fare autos, ignorance about the locations, and not to mention the inability to speak Tamil.
Well, all these things still persist, but its like the city has changed a little and we have changed a little. Thats how it works, isnt it?? We evolve and the city evolves with us. We adapt the city and the city adapts us. Now, we know much more than what we knew then. Now, we know the locations for many places. Now we know, what to catch, from where to catch and where to land. Extension on this local train route near Madhya Kailash, for example, has made our journeys on that route much easier. Now we know, how to bargain with autos. Now we know what to speak in Tamil to get better bargains.Now, we know whom to ask and how to reach.

There are times, when you would say "I hate Chennai, Man!" But surely, there are times, when I say, " I love Chennai". Not everywhere in India, you get to enjoy Murugan Idli or Marina Beach or pleasant winter and many more things. There are times when people dont like the weather. Summers, the HOT summers of Chennai, they are so unbearable, but still I have faced them in both of my summer vacations ( though I live in IIT M campuse which is slightly cooler than outside). We dont feel cold here. Winters are awesome here. Such a pleasant weather it is.
And not to mention the heavy rains. They are simply amazing. It feels great when it rains.

There was a time, when we didnt like idlis n dosas n vadais. But now, I dont have anything like that in mind. I have adapted to Chennai. I love eating idlis n dosas. We used to say, we wouldnt like to get placed in Chennai after IIT. But now I say, It doesnt matter for me...infact I would love to stay here, learn more tamil n njoy this place. Now, I feel the affection ...the attachment with it.....
See how proudly we used relate our spirits when Chennai Super Kings were there in IPL.
We used to crib about tamil movies , songs, etc etc etc. Well, ofcourse they havent changed much, but surely I have accepted all these things as they are. Things are globalised as they say. Thats how a metro is...perhaps a new experience for a person like me ( who didnt get to live in such a big city earlier). People are helpful in general. Things are costly in general. People dont care much about others, in general. All of them are busy in their works, as usual. Well, thats how a city is. Millions of people living together serving each others' needs.
Compared to other cities, say Delhi or Bombay, we have less extravaganza here. Less show off. more conservation. Yeah, that sound a little odd...but thats how it is. They have still preserved those traditions so well. And I really admire those beautifully designed dravidian style temples. Such intricate details in the scriptures simply leaves you jaw dropped.
And not to mention,
One of the most peaceful cities in the country with no terror threats so far.
This is so wonderful, man!
Just like they say Hamari Dilli, Aamchi Mumbai, ...
I feel proud to say NAMMA CHENNAI.
I love chennai. The music, the food, the weather, the people and so many things....

Technically, someone would say, all this affection is the result of my two n half yrs stay at Chennai and it will be same with any other city. Well, in that case, how wonderful it is to realise that wherever you go, you start loving that place. Just like you start loving your new house and after some time you call it HOME.
But I love all this. Things become much simpler as the time continues. The city as adopted us and we have adapted to the city.
I love Chennai.

LEARN THE TRUE RELIGION

2008-12-12T08:30:00.002+05:30

Courtesy: Amitabh Bachchhan's Blog. Day 231, www..bigb.bigadda.com

An old man was visiting a city for the first time in his life. He had grown up in a remote mountain village, worked hard raising his children, and was then enjoying his first visit to his children”s modern homes.

While being shown around the city, the old man heard a sound that stung his ears. He had never heard such an awful noise in his quiet mountain village. Following the grating sound back to its source, he came to a room in the back of a house where a small boy was practising on a violin.

“Screech! Screech!” came the discordant notes form the groaning violin. When he was told that it was called a “violin”, he decided he never wanted to hear such a horrible thing again.

The next day, in a different part of the city, the old man heard a beautiful sound, which seemed to caress his aged ears. He had never heard such an enchanting melody in his mountain valley. Following the delightful sound back to its source, he came to a room in the front of a house where an old lady, a maestro, was performing a sonata on a violin.

At once, the old man realised his mistake. The terrible sound that he had heard the previous day was not the fault of the violin, nor even the boy. It was just that the young man had yet to learn his instrument well.

With a wisdom reserved for the simple folk, the old man thought it was the same with religion. When we come across a religious enthusiast causing such strife with his beliefs, it is incorrect to blame the religion.

It is just that the novice has yet to learn his religion well. When we come across a saint, a maestro of her religion, it is such a sweet encounter that it inspires us for many years, whatever their beliefs.

But that was not the end of the story…..

The third day, in a different part of the city, the old man heardanother sound that surpassed in its beauty and purity even that of the maestro on her violin. What do you think that sound was?

It was a sound more beautiful than the cascade of the mountain stream in spring, than the autumn wind through the forest groves, or than the mountain birds singing after a heavy rain. It was even more beautiful than the silence in the mountain hollows on a still winter”s night. What was that sound that moved the old man”s heart more powerfully than anything before?

It was a large orchestra playing a symphony.

The reason it was, for the old man, the most beautiful sound in the world is that firstly, every member of that orchestra was a maestro of their own instrument; and secondly, they had further learned how to play together in harmony.

“May it be the same with religion,” the old man thought. “Let each one of us learn through the lessons of life the soft heart of our beliefs. Let us each be a maestro of the love within our religion. Then, having learned our religion well, let us go further and learn how to play, like members of an orchestra, with other religions in harmony together!”

That would be the most beautiful melody!

Tackling the terrorist within

2008-12-12T08:13:00.001+05:30

Arun Babani

Courtesy: www.epaper.dnaindia.com; 12th Dec 08

Terrorism was born in man's heart quite a long time ago, and today it is evident on every street. A rickshaw will unabashedly brush past you, the man on the motorbike won't let you cross, the man lying on the road won't attract the slightest attention, a building secretary will be murdered by another committee member because he wanted to be the secretary, a jilted lover will not even blink before killing his ex-girlfriend at point blank. Aren't our mornings spent on brooding over such ghastly information in the newspapers day in and day out? This is terrorism, of an unripe kind, the kind that will ripen in time to kill hundreds of thousands of innocent people in broad daylight.
Terrorism is no longer a state subject, or a political matter. It is a human subject, brought about by the moral and ethical downfall of man. These young men who we call terrorists were innocent once. But what they saw around them as they grew up made them jump into the war front. Don't blame either the politicians, or police, or terrorists. Look into your heart and see whether it beats for the tiny daily terrorisms, or does it beat with compassion?
This inhuman and brutal social system where a few enjoy five-star luxuries and the rest count pennies has been around for too long to change it from its roots. But when you sit, lie and sleep on absolute injustice and corruption for centuries, this is what you deserve. When you consider yourself too busy to think of the society you live in, where everyone is busy chasing success and money, you sure need a bomb or two to wake you up from your long slumber. Five-star Mumbai has been snoring for too long.
Terrorism is a reality in every street, every building, every society, every nook and corner of the road. And these roads lead ultimately to aggression like the violence we saw in Mumbai. All of us are guilty of breeding aggression and violence, at home, in the workplace, on the roads and all this violence is the stuff terrorism is made of. It is not about RDX and grenades; it is rather about the insults, abuses and hatred in our heart for the other person. We are terrorists in embryos waiting to bad mouth or blow up our neighbours or our boss.
Ultimately a terrorist attack should lead us to ask questions about life, and its purpose, about why we are here, what are our goals on this extraordinarily beautiful planet. We have forgotten to ask questions and we don't ponder about life and its meaning. It is high time we start the journey of discovery, which may free us from all hatred.
–Arun Babani

CAR...inspired by Food

2008-12-11T23:25:00.002+05:30

--
MANU GUPTA
3/5,Under Graduate Student
Dept. of Engg. Design
IIT MADRAS

www.ucantrustme.blogspot.com

She is here

2008-12-10T23:45:00.002+05:30

वो कानों की बाली
वो जुल्फों की सिलवट ,
चमकते इस चेहरे की
हँसी ये मुस्कराहट .......
खूबसूरत इस सीरत को
और क्या मैं कहूं ?
जी भर के यूँ ही बस देखता रहूँ ....
ख्यालों में तेरे यूँ डूबा रहूँ
जागा रहूँ या की सोया रहूँ......
तेरे इश्क में ये साँसें , बस थमती रहें
आहों पे आहें निकलती रहें ....
जो है साथ तेरा, खुशी संग है,
जिंदगी के वो सारे हर इक रंग है ॥

Few more works

2008-12-10T13:34:00.007+05:30

Ganpati...then and now

2008-12-10T13:31:00.002+05:30

Then... and now....

Such a fast DEER

2008-12-08T22:39:00.001+05:30

Chetan Bhagat's speech @ Symbiosis Pune - Keep the Spark Alive

2008-12-06T16:56:00.006+05:30

SPARK OF LIFE
Courtesy: www.nimitj.blogspot.com

Following is the full text of the speech by Chetan Bhagat.

Good Morning everyone and thank you for giving me this chance to speak to you. This day is about you. You, who have come to this college, leaving the comfort of your homes (or in some cases discomfort), to become something in your life. I am sure you are excited. There are few days in human life when one is truly elated. The first day in college is one of them. When you were getting ready today, you felt a tingling in your stomach. What would the auditorium be like, what would the teachers be like, who are my new classmates - there is so much to be curious about. I call this excitement, the spark within you that makes you feel truly alive today. Today I am going to talk about keeping the spark shining. Or to put it another way, how to be happy most, if not all the time.

Where do these sparks start? I think we are born with them. My 3-year old twin boys have a million sparks. A little Spiderman toy can make them jump on the bed. They get thrills from creaky swings in the park. A story from daddy gets them excited. They do a daily countdown for birthday party, several months in advance, just for the day they will cut their own birthday cake.

I see students like you, and I still see some sparks. But when I see older people, the spark is difficult to find. That means as we age, the spark fades. People whose spark has faded too much are dull, dejected, aimless and bitter. Remember Kareena in the first half of Jab We Met vs the second half? That is what happens when the spark is lost. So how to save the spark?

Imagine the spark to be a lamp's flame. The first aspect is nurturing - to give your spark the fuel, continuously. The second is to guard against storms. To nurture, always have goals. It is human nature to strive, improve and achieve full potential. In fact, that is success. It is what is possible for you. It isn't any external measure - a certain cost to company pay package, a particular car or house. Most of us are from middle class families. To us, having material landmarks is success and rightly so. When you have grown up where money constraints force everyday choices, financial freedom is a big achievement. But it isn't the purpose of life. If that was the case, Mr. Ambani would not show up for work. Shah Rukh Khan would stay at home and not dance anymore. Steve Jobs won't be working hard to make a better iPhone, as he sold Pixar for billions of dollars already. Why do they do it? What makes them come to work everyday? They do it because it makes them happy. They do it because it makes them feel alive. Just getting better from current level s feels good. If you study hard, you can improve your rank. If you make an effort to interact with people, you will do better in interviews. If you practice, your cricket will get better. You may also know that you cannot become Tendulkar, yet. But you can get to the next level. Striving for that next level is important.

Nature designed with a random set of genes and circumstances in which we were born. To be happy, we have to accept it and make the most of nature's design. Are you? Goals will help you do that. I must add, don't just have career or academic goals. Set goals to give you a balanced, successful life. I use the word balanced before successful. Balanced means ensuring your health, relationships, mental peace are all in good order. There is no point of getting a promotion on the day of your breakup. There is no fun in driving a car if your back hurts. Shopping is not enjoyable if your mind is full of tensions.

You must have read some quotes - Life is a tough race, it is a marathon or whatever. No, from what I have seen so far, life is one of those races in nursery school, where you have to run with a marble in a spoon kept in your mouth. If the marble falls, there is no point coming first. Same with life, where health and relationships are the marble. Your striving is only worth it if there is harmony in your life. Else, you may achieve the success, but this spark, this feeling of being excited and alive, will start to die.

One last thing about nurturing the spark - don't take life seriously. One of my yoga teachers used to make students laugh during classes. One student asked him if these jokes would take away something from the yoga practice. The teacher said - don't be serious, be sincere. This quote has defined my work ever since. Whether its my writing, my job, my relationships or any of my goals. I get thousands of opinions on my writing everyday. There is heaps of praise, there is intense criticism. If I take it all seriously, how will I write? Or rather, how will I live? Life is not to be taken seriously, as we are really temporary here. We are like a pre-paid card with limited validity. If we are lucky, we may last another 50 years. And 50 years is just 2,500 weekends. Do we really need to get so worked up? It's ok, bunk a few classes, goof up a few interviews, fall in love. We are people, not programmed devices.

I've told you three things - reasonable goals, balance and not taking it too seriously that will nurture the spark. However, there are four storms in life that will threaten to completely put out the flame. These must be guarded against. These are disappointment, frustration, unfairness and loneliness of purpose.

Disappointment will come when your effort does not give you the expected return. If things don't go as planned or if you face failure. Failure is extremely difficult to handle, but those that do come out stronger. What did this failure teach me? is the question you will need to ask. You will feel miserable. You will want to quit, like I wanted to when nine publishers rejected my first book. Some IITians kill themselves over low grades - how silly is that? But that is how much failure can hurt you. But it's life. If challenges could always be overcome, they would cease to be a challenge. And remember - if you are failing at something, that means you are at your limit or potential. And that's where you want to be.

Disappointment' s cousin is frustration, the second storm. Have you ever been frustrated? It happens when things are stuck. This is especially relevant in India. From traffic jams to getting that job you deserve, sometimes things take so long that you don't know if you chose the right goal. After books, I set the goal of writing for Bollywood, as I thought they needed writers. I am called extremely lucky, but it took me five years to get close to a release. Frustration saps excitement, and turns your initial energy into something negative, making you a bitter person. How did I deal with it? A realistic assessment of the time involved- movies take a long time to make even though they are watched quickly, seeking a certain enjoyment in the process rather than the end result - at least I was learning how to write scripts, having a side plan - I had my third book to write and even something as simple as pleasurable distractions in your life - friends, food, travel can help you overcome it. Remember, nothing is to be taken seriously. Frustration is a sign somewhere, you took it too seriously.

Unfairness - this is hardest to deal with, but unfortunately that is how our country works. People with connections, rich dads, beautiful faces, pedigree find it easier to make it - not just in Bollywood, but everywhere. And sometimes it is just plain luck. There are so few opportunities in India, so many stars need to be aligned for you to make it happen. Merit and hard work is not always linked to achievement in the short term, but the long term correlation is high, and ultimately things do work out. But realize, there will be some people luckier than you. In fact, to have an opportunity to go to college and understand this speech in English means you are pretty damn lucky by Indian standards. Let's be grateful for what we have and get the strength to accept what we don't. I have so much love from my readers that other writers cannot even imagine it. However, I don't get literary praise. It's ok. I don't look like Aishwarya Rai, but I have two boys who I think are more beautiful than her. It's ok. Don't let unfairness kill your spark.

Finally, the last point that can kill your spark is isolation. As you grow older you will realize you are unique. When you are little, all kids want Ice cream and Spiderman. As you grow older to college, you still are a lot like your friends. But ten years later and you realize you are unique. What you want, what you believe in, what makes you feel, may be different from even the people closest to you. This can create conflict as your goals may not match with others. . And you may drop some of them. Basketball captains in college invariably stop playing basketball by the time they have their second child. They give up something that meant so much to them. They do it for their family. But in doing that, the spark dies. Never, ever make that compromise. Love yourself first, and then others.

There you go. I've told you the four thunderstorms - disappointment, frustration, unfairness and isolation. You cannot avoid them, as like the monsoon they will come into your life at regular intervals. You just need to keep the raincoat handy to not let the spark die.

I welcome you again to the most wonderful years of your life. If someone gave me the choice to go back in time, I will surely choose college. But I also hope that ten years later as well, your eyes will shine the same way as they do today. That you will Keep the Spark alive, not only through college, but through the next 2,500 weekends. And I hope not just you, but my whole country will keep that spark alive, as we really need it now more than any moment in history. And there is something cool about saying - I come from the land of a billion sparks.

Thank You.

artwork

2008-10-19T19:05:00.002+05:30

Inspiring words...

2008-10-18T14:33:00.002+05:30

These are from Ms Indra Nooyi, Chairman & CEO, PepsiCo.

"WANT TO HEAD A FORTUNE 500 COMPANY? GO TO THE WORLD'S FINEST MANAGEMENT SCHOOL. INDIA.THE COUNTRIES WITHIN THE COUNTRY, 1.14 BILLION DIVERSITIES,21 LANGUAGES, THE WORLD'S GREATEST PROBLEMS AND THE MILLLION OPPORTUNITIES TO SOLVE THEM, THE 'SYSTEM' AND THE SYSTEMATIC, THE LEADERS AND THE POLITICIANS, BOOKER PRIZES AND THUMB IMPRESSIONS, THE WHO-YOU-KNOW AND THE WHAT -YOU-KNOW, HIGH TEA AND HUNGER, YOGA AND TRAFFIC JAMS, KHAJURAHO AND MORAL POLICE, ARRANGED MARRIAGES AND HAPPILY-EVER-AFTERS, GOLD MEDALS AND RED TAPES, YESTERDAY AND TOMORROW- ALL EXIST IN PERFECT HARMONY. A MANAGEMENT MIRACLE,AS SOME WOULD CALL IT. MAYBE THAT'S WHY THE WORLD THINKS THE INDIANS ARE THE BEST GUYS TO, WELL, MANAGE THE WORLD. SO IF YOU WANT TO BE ONE OF THEM, YOU KNOW WHERE TO GO TO GET YOUR EDUCATION. HOME."

Well, I am so inspired.Except for the a line in the above passage, saying " all exist in perfect harmony".Well, I doubt te perfect harmony existing in my country, or rather anywhere in the world.

Courtesy: The economic times, 18 oct,08.

I made it....... :)

2008-10-11T11:26:00.002+05:30

Use of alphabet "a"

Poster paints....

US for sale...Lolz

2008-09-29T18:21:00.003+05:30

Lehman
Merrill Lynch
AIG
Wachovia
Washington Mutual
Goldman Sachs.....and many more

Nature

2008-09-12T23:22:00.004+05:30

Well, in this post I am gonna talk about Nature as we perceive in drawings and paintings.
To give a humorous start...I would like you to look up this link:
http://www.vatsap.com/?p=765

By now you might have got some idea what I am going to talk about.
So, this really is the case. Whenever we are asked to express nature, most of us actually end up in making plants an trees and sometimes animals. But I personally believe this very superficial.
This kind of representation is just what you may mostly encounter in some Zoo or garden or some jungle.
But, what I would like to emphasize is that why are we so constraint by this thought. Why dont we go deeper into this???Why dont we understand that millions and millions of processes happening in nature are part of it. Its not just the view you enjoy in nature, its also the process,the situations, the surroundings.........but we hardly try to depict all this in colors. Too shady on our part ..aint it???
Well you may wonder, why suddenly I talk about this topic..
so the reason being that, today I took part in a painting competition and this is what I perceived from all the people around me...
As far as I am concerned, as usual, I was a philosophical in my nature's representation.
So, my painting was simple. The theme was nature's beauty. I made a dry dead tree at the centre of the page under a harsh Sun, on a barren land, but along with was a smaaall plant with a green leaf on it.
I hope you can understand the scenario........
so, for me even that was the beauty of the nature...aint it???
I was quite happy after I finished it. Soon I ll posting its picture. But yeah, this was a wonderful experience to work with water colors after a long long time. And ofcourse, my ignorance of colors' behaviour made me pay a price on the quality my painting.
But personally, I feel, these kinds of things are the one when I can say that I really put my 100 percent sincere efforts. I love arts...literally love it. After a long time, now I have realised that,YES, this is the thing I would always love to do in my life. You know, there are very rare times in life when you actually get to know what you really like from deep inside your heart.
So...there are always lots n lots of things to explore inside ourselves....
and I am onto it.

18 oct,08,
now its here.

Untitled

2008-09-08T17:18:00.004+05:30

khoobsoorat is chehre ki ek jhalak
sharmati nazron ki ek nazar...
ya khudaa, ye dhadkan tham jaati hai
aur waqt bhi ye jata thahar
jal jaata ab har koi
lag jaati hai sabki nazar..
खूबसूरत इस चेहरे की एक झलक
शरमती नज़रों की एक नज़र....
या खुदा, ये धड़कन थम जाती है,
और वकत भी ये जाता ठहर...
जल जाता अब हर कोई
लग जाती है सबकी नज़र....

Mudit Arora: my friend

2008-09-03T17:05:00.002+05:30

This poem is dedicated to my dear friend n classmate Mudit (the ultimate ;P)

Mudit arora mudit arora
ye hain pyaare mudit arora...
masti ki ye life hain jeete,
jeebhar ke hain khaate peete.
Aish karen aur chill maare ye,
PJ sunake pain bhi maare.

'Friends' ye dekhe, FIFA ye khele..
Dimple wali hansi ye bikhere....
bhaiyya ulti peace hain maare,
finance jagat ke sapne sawaare...
cute bhi hain aur sundar bhi hain
fir bhi inko iska gham hai....ki inki thodi si , height kyun kam hai??
pyaara mera dost ye achchha,
hai chanchal aur dil ka sachcha.

ab aur kya kya likhoon main yaaro...dua hai meri is dost ke liye.....
Allah ka jo rehma hai in par,
bas,bana rahe wo hardam harpal.
Shaadi ho inki ek achchhi,
mile ek biwi sundar sachchi.
dhan daulat ye khoob kamayen,
aur ultimate mauj udaayen....

aur haan...ham jaison ko bhool na jaayen...

:)

विलासिता का दुख (the sorrow of luxury)

2008-07-17T11:25:00.001+05:30

courtesy : Arvind Saaraswat

http://www.hindinest.com/vyang/v19.htm

विलासिता का दुख

जब कभी भी किसी विकसित देश में उपलब्ध आम जनसुविधओं के बारे में सुनता या पढ़ता हूं तो हृदय से हूक उठ जाती है। अब इसका अर्थ आप यह कदापि ग्रहण न करें कि मैं उनकी सुविधा-सम्पन्नता से जल उठता हूं। बिना किसी आत्म प्रवंचना के कहूं तो मुझे यह उनकी विपन्नता ही नजर आती है। सुख-सुविधाओं का जो मायाजाल अपने देश में निहित है वह कहीं ओर कहां हो सकता है। अब आप ही बताइए वो सुविधा किस काम की जो आप को बांध कर ही रख दे। सुना है अमेरिका में बिजली कटौती न के बराबर है। यदि ऐसा है तो वहां के घरों में रहने वाले लोग इक्का-दुक्का मौकों पर ही एक-साथ घर से बाहर निकलते होंगे। अब अपने यहां देखिए दिन में दसियों घंटों तक तो बिजली गुल रहती है, बिजली होती भी है तो जल देवता नदारद मिलते हैं। इन दोनों ही अवसरों पर जमावड़ा चौक पर होता है। दिन में 24 घंटों में से 16 घंटे तक रौनक घर के बाहर ही होती है और ऐसे अवसरों पर जो मुख और श्रवण सुख मनुष्येन्द्रियों को प्राप्त होता है, वह भला उन पाश्चात्य देशों में रहने वाले लोगों को कहा मिलता होगा। अपने यहां की महिलाएं एवं पुरुष दोनों ही इस अवसर का लाभ अपने दिल की भड़ास निकालने के लिए बखूबी करते हैं। दूसरों की बुराइयां करने में जो सुख मिलता है वो भला 5 सितारा होटलों में अब बताइएं यह किस काम की विकसिता। ट्रेफिक नियमों के संबंध में भी वहां फैली विषयता झलकती है। बी.एम.डब्ल्यू, मर्सिडीज आदि जैसी अनेक हाई क्लास भारी-भरकम गाड़ियां भी अदनी-सी रेड लाइट के इशारे पर नाचती हैं, अपने यहां तो लखटकिया वाली छकड़ा गाड़ी भी काले धुंए का गुबार उड़ाती हुई फर्राटे से ट्रैफिक नियमों को धत्ता बताकर रख देती है। बड़ी-बड़ी गाड़ीवालों का तो कहना ही क्या! वो तो जब तक जी चाहा रोड पर, नहीं तो फुटपाथ पर दौड़ पड़ती हैं विदेशों में मॉडर्न ऑर्ट की मांग बहुत हो, परन्तु वहां पर इस कार्य के लिए कोई प्रोत्साहन नहीं दिया जाता। अपने यहां तो लोग मुंह में कूची लेकर घूमते रहते हैं। जहां दिल किया पच्च... पिचकारी मारी और दीवार पर मॉडर्न ऑर्ट तैयार। जबकि विदेशों में तो सड़क पर थूकने पर ही जुर्माने का प्रावधान है। अब आप ही बताइए यह कहा का इंसाफ है कि मनुश्य को सोने के पिंजरे में कैद करके रखा जाए। संभवत: यह सारी कमियां वहां के प्रशासन की देन है। हम अपने विकास के पाषाणयुग को भी नहीं भूलते बल्कि उसका यदा-कदा प्रदर्शन सांसद में कर उसका सीध प्रसारण देश भर में करवा देते हैं ताकि हमारी वास्तविक पहचान छोटे-छोटे बच्चों तक के हृदय में स्थायी बनी रहे। हम अपनी शारीरिक क्षमता एवं धाराप्रवाह बोलने की दक्षता का सटीक अवलोकन संसद में माइक, कुर्सी, मेज तोड़कर तथा धरने के दौरान चीख-पुकार कर दर्शा देते हैं। हमारे मन में जब भी भड़ास उत्पन्न होती है, तो उसे सरकारी वस्तुओं यथा बस, ट्रेन के शीशे, खंभे, ग्रिलों आदि पर इत्मीनान से निकाल देते हैं। अब आप ही कहें, ऐसा क्या वहां संभव है। वहां के लोग घरों के अंदर दुबक कर सोते हैं। अपने यहां तो आम आदमी रात को चने चबाकर पानी का घूंट मारकर तसल्ली से ग्रहों से विचार-विमर्श कर सोता है। वहां पर लोग विकेंड सिस्टम से चलते हैं परन्तु अपने सरकारी कर्मचारी तो कार्यालय में रहकर भी विकेंड मनाते हैं। ऐसी विसंगतियों के चलते यदि वह यह भ्रम मन में पाल कर बैठें हैं कि वह विकसित है, तो मैं इस पर सिर्फ खिसयानी हंसी ही हंस सकता हूं।

अरविन्द सारस्वत

Academy award winning short animated film

2008-07-17T10:56:00.000+05:30

This is from pixar.

Really a master peice of art.

2008-07-17T10:53:00.000+05:30

Look at the image and follow the instructions and you will get to see something really good. If you figure it out what you see,then do tell me.

Lolzzz..... ;)

2008-07-16T18:38:00.000+05:30

Courtesy: http://presurfer.blogspot.com/2008/05/mans-best-friend.html

A few wonderful lines came across.

2008-07-10T15:53:00.000+05:30

Teri doli uthi,

Meri mayyat uthi,

Phool tujh par bhi barse,

Phool mujh par bhi barse,

FARQ SIRF ITNA SA THA,

Tu saj gayi,

Mujhe sajaya gaya ,

Tu bhi ghar ko chali,

Main bi ghar ko chala,

FARQ SIRF ITNA SA THA,

Tu uth ke gayi,

Mujhe uthaya gaya ,

Mehfil wahan bhi thi,

Log yahan bhi the,

FARQ SIRF ITNA SA THA,

Unka hasna wahan,

Inka rona yahan,

Qazi udhar bhi tha, Molvi idhar bhi tha,

Do bol tere pade, Do bol mere pade,

Tera nikah pada, Mera janaaza pada,

FARQ SIRF ITNA SA THA,

Tujhe apnaya gaya ,

Mujhe dafnaya gaya...

A tribute to Late Sri Harivansh Rai Bachchhan

2008-07-06T23:47:00.001+05:30

This one I composed long back on 2nd feb 2003,after the sad demise of Sri Harivansh Rai Bachchhan. Though,I hadnt even read much of his composed literature by then,but I knew how great he was.I know its not very good..(or may be not even good enough),but that was just the beginning of my writings....
वो थे कितने महान,
पाया उन्होंने कितना सम्मान,
कमाया सहित्य में कितना नाम,
शायद ज़रूरत थी इश्वर को उनकी,
बुला लिया उन्हें बैकुंठ धाम ।।
उनकी कविताओं के मुख्य विषय
थे उल्लास मस्ती और आनंद,
थी ऐसी उनकी कवितायें,
प्रफ़ुल्लित हो मन मंद-मंद।।
थे मस्त दीवाने और आशवादी,
रचित करी मधुबाला मधुशाला।
प्रसन्न और आनंदित रहकर
पीते थे मस्ती का प्याला।।
चले गये छोड़कर अपनी यादें,
चलो याद करें हम उन्हें आज।
उनकी कविताओं का रंग बढ़ा दें
भरकर उनमें संगीत साज़।।
ईश्वर ने उन्हे बुलाया है,
उनकी मदमस्त कवितायें सुनना चाहा होगा।
उनकी मादक कवितायें सुनकर स्वयं
ईश्वर ने मस्त सपने बुनना चाहा होगा।।

To all Hindi lovers

2008-07-04T13:15:00.000+05:30

I have been in Love with Hindi for so long.
Though,only recently I have started reading hindi novels as well.
The first one I finished was Nirmala by Premchand.
I would strongly recommend it to everyone who is interested in reading hindi.
Its a very good novel and written so beautifully that you can live it.
I have its .doc format. Anyone interested,please contact me.
Cheers
Manu

Rich Dad Poor Dad

2008-07-04T13:11:00.000+05:30

Its a wonderful book by Robert Kiyoski emphasising on Financial Intelligence.
I have the eBook. So far its one of the best books I have read. You can read info on wikipedia.
If any one needs it, feel free to contact me and I shall mail you the ebook.
Enjoy..........
Cheersss.
Manu

My life....

2008-06-26T00:06:00.001+05:30

It doesnt really matter to me whether I believe in GOD or not...
nor the least it matter to him if at all.......
as long as I have faith in Myself...

A few good concepts I got to know recently...
1. Opposite values are complimentary.....you cant have just a heads on a coin without having tails on its back.
2. Accept the people and situations as they are, and take actions. Dont be passive.
3.DO NOT be a football of others' opinions.
4.Dont find intentions behind others' mistakes.
5. Live NOW, Right NOW.....

A few my fpassions and dreams I would love to perceive before I turn 30.

2008-06-25T23:57:00.000+05:30

`I love beauty and art...
I wanna do..
1. Good photography
2.Do acting and filmography.
3. Solo dance on stage
4.Host a show
5.Draw and paint beautiful paintings
6.Do standup comedy
7.Rafting,mountaineering,rock climbing
8. Sky diving
9.Write stories,poems and atleast one novel before I turn 30.

शायरी

2008-06-25T23:28:00.000+05:30

जब चाहा तब प्यार किया ,
जब चाहा तब फ़िर छोड़ दिया ।
जब चाहा गले से लगाकर मुझे ,
खिलौने की तरह तोड़ दिया ॥

Mulaqaat

2008-06-22T01:05:00.002+05:30

कुछ कहते कहते मन यूँ मेरा ठिठक गया,
खूबसूरत सी उन आँखों मे
ये वक्त भी जैसे ठहर गया।।
कानों मे लहरों का कलरव
और सागर की शीत लहर,
दिल बेचारा मेरा प्यारा
झटके से इक सिहर गया।।
ये जग सारा,मन आवारा
सब कुछ मेरे अंदर आकर,
सिमट गया,हाँ सिमट गया।।
प्यार भरी उस मुलाकात मे,
सब कुछ जैसे इक पल में ही
बस बदल गया, यूँ बदल गया।।
सदियों के इंतज़ार के बाद
अब जब ये पल आया है।
तब लफ़्ज़ निकलते ही नहीं,
और गला भी ये भर आया है।।
लफ़्ज़ों की क्या ज़रूरत भी है??
जब खुद नज़रें बातें करें
दु:ख दर्द खुशी सारे अहसास
नज़रें आपस में ही पढ़ें ।।
मेरी आँखों में आँसू हैं,
और उसकी आँखें भी है नम।
नज़रों ने नज़रों से कहा ....
क्यों बरसों बाद तुम आयी हो??
क्यों इतना मुझे तड़पाया है??
आज जाकर इस दिल पर तुमको
थोड़ा सा तरस आया है??
नज़रें बोलीं,
मजबूरी सब की होती हैं
कही अनकही ना जाने कितनी बातें हैं,
पर फिर भी ये जीवन की घनघोर रात
नया सवेरा लेकर आयी है।
जो लौटकर अब मैं आयी हुँ
तुमसे न दूर मैं जाऊँगी।
ये जीवन तो क्या जीवन,
हर जनम में तुमको पाऊँगी।।
नम आँखों से वो आँसू यूँ,
अब झर झर कर हैं बह रहे
बरसों से दर्द भरे दिल को
पल पल वो हलका कर रहे।
अब क्या कोई मैं शिकवा करूँ तुमसे,
और क्या अपना दर्द मैं बतलाऊँ??
जब क्लेश ही सारा बह गया
तो फिर क्या अब मैं पछताऊँ??
आई हो जो इस बार प्रिये
अब छोड़के तो ना जाओगी??
गमगीन इस आशिक को अपने
अब और तो ना तरसाओगी??
ज़िन्दा था मैं अब तक सिर्फ एक तुम्हरी आस लगाकर।
अबकी जो जाओगी तो फिर
झूठे आँसू न बहाना,चिता के मेरी पास मे आकर।।
लिपट गयी, वो मेरे सीने से
रो पड़ी वो मेरी बाहों में
बह गयी वो इस आलिंगन में
कि कोई अब उसका और नहीं...........

My Caricature..

2008-06-21T09:01:00.000+05:30

Courtesy : Amrit Vatsa, www.vatsap.com

The Big Blog from BigB himself

2008-06-02T13:38:00.000+05:30

Hi dear friends,
It has been around 40 days, that our star Amitabh Bachchan has started writing his blog. It may sound absurd to some of you why am I mentioning this thing on my blog but I really want to recommend to all of my readers and friends that this had been the best blog I have ever read, literally. None of us could ever imagine that we shall be getting to know such fine and beautiful aspects of his life. He writes in such a beautiful manner, and everything seems so vivid that you can really feel it. You can actually feel like you are personally talking to the actor himself. With such long life experience and a great legendary acting career, he has got literally a lot to tell us about himself and everything he tells us readable. The humbleness,the quality of words,the traditional values,the very own great respect to his parents,the memories from all throughout his life since childhood till this age of 66.....he is just superb. In addition to this, sometimes he even replies to the comments that are given from readers. Making it very obvious for such a blog that every entry of his gets hundreds of comments on and on....
Till now, I had always respected him as a great actor,but this is first time I now feel that he a greater man. When read about his experiences that he shares, I am sure everyone among us will accept.
I recommend all of you to please read that blog whenever you get time.
http://blogs.bigadda.com/ab/

हाय मेरे नितम्ब! ........lolzzz

2008-04-20T20:28:00.000+05:30

http://www.hindinest.com/vyang/v18.htm

कामिनी को कमनीय काया की कामना न हो, तो कामिनी ही कैसी? आप जानते ही होंगे कि आदम और हव्वा को ज़मीन पर इसीलिये ढकेला गया था कि आदम महाशय हव्वा की क़यामती काया को देखकर ऐसे बदहवास हो गये थे कि फ़रिश्ते की मुमानियत का ख़याल भूलकर उसे कौरिया लिया था। तब से आज तक हव्वा की हर बेटी को अपने को अपार खूबसूरत दिखने का शौक जुनून की हद तक रहता है। बेटियां चलने फिरने लायक हुईं कि मॉ को अपनी ड्रेसिंग टेबिल पर रखी लिप-स्टिक, बिंदी, और क्रीम पाउडर की हिफ़ाज़त करना प्रारम्भ कर देना पड़ता है। जिन दिनों बेटों में नकली बंदूक से धांय धांय करने का शौक जागता है, बेटियां कंघी से आडे-तिरछे बाल संवार कर शीशे में अपने चेहरा निहारना शुरू कर देतीं हैं। और जवानी का रंग चढ़ते चढ़ते तो कन्यायें अपनी सुंदरता पर ऐसी आत्मविभोर हो जातीं हैं जैसे सावन के अंधे को हर सिम्त हरा हरा ही सूझता है।

यह बात दीगर हैं कि अब बराबरी का ज़माना आ गया है और आदमियों को भी यह ज़नाना शौक चर्रोने लगा है। एक मेरे लड़कपन का वक्त था कि जवानी की दहलीज़ पर कदम रखने वाले मेरे एक पहलवानछाप दोस्त ने जब एक हमउम्र हव्वा को आंख मारकर उसका दिल दहला दिया था, तो हव्वा की शिकायत बड़े बूढ़ों ने यह कहकर खारिज़ कर दी थी कि 'वह /मेरा दोस्त/ ऐसा कर ही नहीं सकता है क्योंकि वह सिर घुटाकर रहता है और पतलून तो क्या कभी सुथन्ना /पाजामा/ भी नहीं पहिनता है।' उन बूढ़ों की समझ में अपनी खूबसूरती के प्रति बेख़बर सिर सफाचट रखने वाला और धोती-कुर्ता पहिनने वाला लड़का भीष्म-प्रतिज्ञ ब्रह्मचारी के अलावा और हो ही क्या सकता था? जब कि सच यह था कि मेरे दोस्त मोशाय सूरत के जितने भोले थे, सीरत के उतने ही मनचले थे, और मौका हाथ आते ही इधर उधर मुंह मार लेते थे। उन दिनों मैं भी अच्छा बच्चा समझे जाने के चक्कर में सिर पर एक लम्बी और मोटी चोटी रखता था और बेखौफ़ लुकाछिपी कर लेता था। पर आज ज़माना बदल गया है और खुला खेल फरक्काबादी खेला जाने लगा है। अब तो कल-के-छोकरे न सिर्फ बालों की लहरदार कुल्लियां रखाये घूमते हैं बल्कि हर घंटे, आध-धंटे में बडों के सामने बेझिझक उन पर कंघी भी फिराते रहते हैं। आज के लड़कों के मुंह से तोतले बोल भी डिज़ाइनर टी-शर्ट और लिवाइज़ जीन्स की फ़रमाइश के साथ ही निकलते हैं। और वे ऐसा क्यों न करें जब उनके बापों को खुले आम ब्यूटी पार्लर में नमूदार होते और वहां से होठों पर लिप-स्टिक लगवा कर और गालों पर पाउडर क्रीम चुपड़वाकर निकलते देखा जाता है? जब बाप छुलकां मूतते हैं तो बेटे चकरघिन्नी की तरह घूम - घूम कर मूतेंगे ही।

ऐसे माहौल में ब्यूटी पार्लर वालों की पांचो उंगलियां घी में हो गईं हैं। अगर आप बेकार हैं और बेकाम के आदमी /या औरत/ हैं तो एक कमरे के दरवाजे पर 'मेल ब्यूटी पार्लर' या 'लेडीज़ ब्यूटी पार्लर' या सिर्फ़ 'ब्यूटी पार्लर' का बोर्ड जड़ दीजिये और उसके दाहिने कोने पर पेंटर से शहनाज़ हुसेन का एक गहरा रंगा-पुता चित्र बनवा दीजिये। फिर चाहे वह चित्र टुनटुन जैसा ही क्यों न दिखता हो, आप पायेंगे कि उस दरवाजे क़ी शामें रोज़ ज्यादा से ज्यादा खुशनुमा हो रहीं हैं और आप की तिजोरी की सेहत दिन दूनी रात चौगुनी बढ़ रही है।

रूप और रुपयों की यह बरसात देखकर डाक्टरों का माथा भी ठनका है और उन्होंने सोचा है कि वे भी क्यों न इस बहती गंगा में हाथ धो लें? सो उन्होंने फ़िगर सुधारने के 'भरोसेमंद' शॉर्ट कट्स निकालने शुरू कर दिये हैं। उन्हीं में एक को नाम दिया है लिपो सक्शन जिसका हिंदी तर्जुमा होता है कि अगर आप के शरीर का कोई अंग जैसे पेट, जांधें आदि हिप्पो जैसा मोटा है तो वे उसकी चर्बी को खींच कर उसे लिपा हुआ सा पतला बना देंगे। लिपो सक्शन के ईजाद होने की खबर जैसे ही धनी महिलाओं में फैली कि चारों ओर हड़बडी मच गई। कौन नहीं जानता है कि बेमुरौव्वत चर्बी को महिलाओं के पेट से बेपनाह उन्सियत होती है- जहां किसी 36.24.36 की कमनीय काया को मातृत्व की गरिमा प्राप्त हुई, तो अविलम्ब 24 की मध्य-संख्या 36 की गुरुता को प्राप्त करने को उतावली होने लगती है। हाल में रोमानिया की एक माडल के बच्चा पैदा होने पर उसके साथ भी यही हादसा हुआ और वह अपने पेट की चर्बी से काफी ग़मगीन रहनें लगी। हालांकि उसके नितम्ब एवं वक्ष पर भी कुछ चर्बी आ गई थी, परंतु देखने वालों ने उस चर्बी से उसकी सुंदरता में चार चांद लगने की बात कही थी- बस पेट की चर्बी ही चांद पर ग्रहण लगा रही थी। वह माडल एक मशहूर कौस्मेटिक सर्जन का नाम सुनकर उनके पास पेट की चर्बी कम कराने गई। मोटा ग्राहक फंसते देखकर सर्जन साहब के चेहरे पर रौनक आ गई और वह फटाफट बोले,'अरे, यह तो मिनटों का काम है।', और फिर अपनी व्यस्तता दिखाने हेतु डायरी देखते हुए लिपो सक्शन हेतु दूर की एक तारीख़ निश्चित कर दी। वह तारीख़ आते आते सर्जन साहब यह भूल गये कि लिपो सक्शन कहां का होना है, और जब आपरेशन थियेटर में एनिस्थीसिया के नशे में वह माडल अपनी कमर के पुन: पुरुष-संहारक हो जाने का स्वप्न देख रही थी तब उन्होंने सक्शन यंत्र उसके नितम्ब में लगाकर उन्हें निचोड़ दिया। जब माडल की मोहनिद्रा खुली और उसने अपने बदन को टटोला तो वह यह जानकर हतप्रभ रह गई कि उसका पेट यथापूर्व मोटा था और उसके नितम्ब निचुड़ गये थे जिससे उसका बदन ऐसा हो गया था जैसे बांस की खपाचों पर गेहूं से भरा बोरा रख दिया गया हो।

यह देखकर विषादपूर्ण आश्चर्य से उसके मुख से बस तीन शब्द निकले, ''हाय मेरे नितम्ब!''

-महेश चंद्र द्विवेदी

नफ़रत

2008-04-20T20:19:00.000+05:30

देखो, तो अब भी कितनी चुस्त-दुरुस्त और पुरअसर है
हमारी सदी की नफ़रत,
किस आसानी से चूर-चूर कर देती है
बड़ी-से-बड़ी रुकावटों को!
किस फुर्ती से झपटकर
हमें दबोच लेती है!

यह दूसरे जज़्बों से कितनी अलग है --
एक साथ ही बूढ़ी भी और जवान भी।
यह खुद उन कारणों को जन्म देती है
जिनसे पैदा हुई थी।
अगर यह सोती भी है तो हमेशा के लिए नहीं,
निद्राहीन रातें भी इसे थकाती नहीं,
बल्कि और तर-ओ-ताज़ा कर जाती हैं।

यह मज़हब हो या वह जो भी इसे जगा दे।
यह देश हो या वह जो भी इसे उठा दे।
इंसाफ भी तभी तक अपनी राह चलता है
जब तक नफ़रत इसकी दिशा नहीं बदल देती।
आपने देखा है इसका चेहरा
-- कामोन्माद की विकृत मुद्राओं वाला चेहरा।

ओह! दूसरे जज़्बात इसके सामने
कितनी कमज़ोर और मिमियाते हुए नज़र आते हैं।
क्या भाई-चारे के नाम पर भी किसी ने
भीड़ जुटाई है?
क्या करुणा से भी कोई काम पूरा हुआ है?
क्या संदेह कभी किसी फ़साद की जड़ बन सका है?
यह ताक़त सिर्फ़ नफ़रत में है।
ओह! इसकी प्रतिभा!
इसकी लगन! इसकी मेहनत!

कौन भुला सकता है वे गीत
जो इसने रचे?
वे पृष्ठ जो सिर्फ़ इसकी वजह से
इतिहास में जुड़े!
वे लाशें जिनसे पटे पड़े हैं
हमारे शहर, चौराहे और मैदान!

मानना ही होगा,
यह सौंदर्य के नए-नए आविष्कार कर सकती है,
इसकी अपनी सौंदर्य दृष्टि है।
आकाश के बीच फूटते हुए बमों की लाली
किस सूर्योदय से कम है।
और फिर खंडहरों की भव्य करुणा
जिनके बीच किसी फूहड़ मज़ाक की तरह
खड़ा हुआ विजय-स्तंभ!

नफ़रत में समाहित हैं
जाने कितने विरोधाभास --
विस्फोट के धमाके के बाद मौत की ख़ामोशी,
बर्फ़ीले मैदानों पर छितराया लाल खून।

इसके बावजूद यह कभी दूर नहीं जाती
अपने मूल स्वर से
ख़ून से सने शिकार पर झुके जल्लाद से।
यह हमेशा नई चुनौतियों के लिए तैयार रहती है
भले ही कभी कुछ देर हो जाए
पर आती ज़रूर है।
लोग कहते हैं नफ़रत अंधी होती है।
अंधी! और नफ़रत!
इसके पास तो जनाब, बाज की नज़र है
निर्निमेष देखती हुई भविष्य के आर-पार
जो कोई देख सकता है
तो सिर्फ़ नफ़रत।

- विस्साव शिंबोर्स्का
- अनुवाद: विजय अहलूवालिया

आराम करो

2008-04-20T17:43:00.000+05:30

This is one of the best poems i have ever come across.Really a master piece.Author's name is Gopal Prasad Vyas.

एक मित्र मिले, बोले, "लाला, तुम किस चक्की का खाते हो?
इस डेढ़ छँटाक के राशन में भी तोंद बढ़ाए जाते हो।
क्या रक्खा है माँस बढ़ाने में, मनहूस, अक्ल से काम करो।
संक्रान्ति-काल की बेला है, मर मिटो, जगत में नाम करो।"
हम बोले, "रहने दो लेक्चर, पुरुषों को मत बदनाम करो।
इस दौड़-धूप में क्या रक्खा, आराम करो, आराम करो।

आराम ज़िन्दगी की कुंजी, इससे न तपेदिक होती है।
आराम सुधा की एक बूंद, तन का दुबलापन खोती है।
आराम शब्द में 'राम' छिपा जो भव-बंधन को खोता है।
आराम शब्द का ज्ञाता तो विरला ही योगी होता है।
इसलिए तुम्हें समझाता हूँ, मेरे अनुभव से काम करो।
ये जीवन, यौवन क्षणभंगुर, आराम करो, आराम करो।

यदि करना ही कुछ पड़ जाए तो अधिक न तुम उत्पात करो।
अपने घर में बैठे-बैठे बस लंबी-लंबी बात करो।
करने-धरने में क्या रक्खा जो रक्खा बात बनाने में।
जो ओठ हिलाने में रस है, वह कभी न हाथ हिलाने में।
तुम मुझसे पूछो बतलाऊँ -- है मज़ा मूर्ख कहलाने में।
जीवन-जागृति में क्या रक्खा जो रक्खा है सो जाने में।

मैं यही सोचकर पास अक्ल के, कम ही जाया करता हूँ।
जो बुद्धिमान जन होते हैं, उनसे कतराया करता हूँ।
दीए जलने के पहले ही घर में आ जाया करता हूँ।
जो मिलता है, खा लेता हूँ, चुपके सो जाया करता हूँ।
मेरी गीता में लिखा हुआ -- सच्चे योगी जो होते हैं,
वे कम-से-कम बारह घंटे तो बेफ़िक्री से सोते हैं।

अदवायन खिंची खाट में जो पड़ते ही आनंद आता है।
वह सात स्वर्ग, अपवर्ग, मोक्ष से भी ऊँचा उठ जाता है।
जब 'सुख की नींद' कढ़ा तकिया, इस सर के नीचे आता है,
तो सच कहता हूँ इस सर में, इंजन जैसा लग जाता है।
मैं मेल ट्रेन हो जाता हूँ, बुद्धि भी फक-फक करती है।
भावों का रश हो जाता है, कविता सब उमड़ी पड़ती है।

मैं औरों की तो नहीं, बात पहले अपनी ही लेता हूँ।
मैं पड़ा खाट पर बूटों को ऊँटों की उपमा देता हूँ।
मैं खटरागी हूँ मुझको तो खटिया में गीत फूटते हैं।
छत की कड़ियाँ गिनते-गिनते छंदों के बंध टूटते हैं।
मैं इसीलिए तो कहता हूँ मेरे अनुभव से काम करो।
यह खाट बिछा लो आँगन में, लेटो, बैठो, आराम करो।

- गोपालप्रसाद व्यास

Center (flip book animation)

2008-04-20T12:03:00.000+05:30

Coolest flip book animation

2008-04-18T18:57:00.000+05:30

निश्छल भाव (nishchchhal bhaav)

2008-04-18T18:34:00.000+05:30

This is a beautiful poem I came across. The author's name is written below.

You can see more poems like this on http://manaskriti.com/kaavyaalaya/

निश्छल भाव

मेरे अन्दर एक सूरज है, जिसकी सुनहरी धूप
देर तक मन्दिर पे ठहर कर
मस्जिद पे पसर जाती है !
शाम ढले, मस्जिद के दरो औ-
दीवार को छूती हुई मन्दिर की
चोटी को चूमकर छूमन्तर हो जाती है !

मेरे अन्दर एक चाँद है, जिसकी रूपहली चाँदनी
में मन्दिर और मस्जिद
धरती पर एक हो जाते है !
बड़े प्यार से गले लग जाते हैं !
उनकी सद्भावपूर्ण परछाईयाँ
देती हैं प्रेम की दुहाईयाँ !

मेरे अन्दर एक बादल है, जो गंगा से जल लेता है
काशी पे बरसता जमकर
मन्दिर को नहला देता है,
काबा पे पहुँचता वो फिर
मस्जिद को तर करता है !
तेरे मेरे दुर्भाव को, कहीं दूर भगा देता है !

मेरे अन्दर एक झोंका है, भिड़ता कभी वो आँधी से,
तूफ़ानों से लड़ता है,
मन्दिर से लिपट कर वो फिर
मस्जिद पे अदब से झुक कर
बेबाक उड़ा करता है !
प्रेम सुमन की खुशबू से महका-महका रहता है !

मेरे अन्दर एक धरती है, मन्दिर को गोदी लेकर
मस्जिद की कौली भरती है,
कभी प्यार से उसको दुलराती
कभी उसको थपकी देती है,
ममता का आँचल ढक कर दोनों को दुआ देती है !

मेरे अन्दर एक आकाश है, बुलन्द और विराट है,
विस्तृत और विशाल है,
निश्छल और निष्पाप है,
घन्टों की गूँजें मन्दिर से,
उठती अजाने मस्जिद से
उसमें जाकर मिल जाती है करती उसका विस्तार है !

- दीप्ति गुप्ता

अकेले हैं तो क्या गम है?

2008-04-03T22:16:00.000+05:30

Hi everyone, continuing in my series of hindi poems,here is a new one....hope you like it.I took me around one and half hour to make it.Dont rush through it, take your time to read.

हर तरफ़ सब हँस रहे ,इक मैं ही आँसुओं का मारा हूँ,
हर तरफ़ सब बस रहे, मैं ही इक आवारा हूँ।
चल रहे सब साथ में, डाले हाथों मे हाथ,
छटपटाता और तरसता, मैं ही इक बेचारा हूँ।
दिल मे मेरे क्या है, ये कोई क्यूँ पहचानेगा,
सब दिखावा कर रहे, ये दर्द क्या कोई जानेगा।
हर किसी के साथ मे कोई ना कोई चल रहा,
चुपचाप हाथ बाँधकर राह पर हूँ मैं खड़ा
अकेलेपन का यही गम, मुझे मन ही मन खाये जाता,
डराते हुए इस मन को मेरे, सँकरा कर रुलाये जाता,
ढूँढता हूँ मैं भी हँसते इंसानों को इस भँवर में,
कहीं तो कोई हो जो गले लगकर, दिल की दो बातें करले।
नकली हँसी के मायाजाल में, मुझसे नहीं अब हँसा जाता,
देखकर दूसरों की मुस्कुराहट, हम भी मुस्कुरा देते हैं, पल दो पल के लिये।
इक वक्त था जब हम भी दिल से हँसते थे,
और हँसाते दूसरों को.....
पर हमें क्या मालूम था कि वो हैं हमीं पर हँस रहे।
अरसा बीत गया अब तो, ऐ मेरे दिल!
दिल से मुझको हँसे हुए....
बोल,तुझे क्या है लगता ??क्या ये सब नकली नहीं??
तब ये मेरा दिल है बोला मुझसे....
क्यूँ खुशी को ढूँढता तू, है अपने चारों तरफ़,
ये तो बसती ही है तुझमे, एक कस्तूरी के जैसे,
क्यूँ आशा करता है कि, हाथ तेरा कोई थाम ले,
क्यूँ ना तू अपने ही हाँथ, विश्वास से ही थाम लेता,
झाँक ले इन सब के अंदर, ये सब भी भरे हैं दर्द से।
रोना और डरना यहाँ, किसी मुश्किल का हल नहीं,
कर भरोसा खुद पे तू, ये मुश्किलें इतनी भी मुश्किल नहीं....
राह चलता जा ऐ रही, जी ले हर पल इस धरा पर,
कर्म करता जा तू अपना, कि तेरी भी कीमत कम ना हो,
कर ले तन्हाई से नाता, कि अबकि कोई गम ना हो।
आया अकेला इस ज़मीं पर, जाना अकेले है यहाँ से,
फ़िर क्या गम है तुझको यारो, ये पल अकेले जीने मे ............

To live is not enough, the trick is to live with YOURSELF................

मत कहो आकाश में कुहरा घना है -Dushyant Kumar

2008-03-16T12:26:00.000+05:30

मत कहो आकश में कुहरा घना है
-दुष्यंत कुमार

मत कहो आकाश में कोहरा घना है
ये किसी की वयक्तिगत आलोचना है

सुर्या हमने भी नही देखा सुबह से
क्या करोगे, सुर्या को क्या देखना है

रक्त वर्षों से नसों में खौलता है
आप कहते हैं क्षनिक उत्तेजना है

दोस्तों! अब मन्च पर सुविधा नहीं है
आजकल नेपथ्य में सँभावना है

हो गयी है पीर परवत सी, पिघलनी चाहिये
इस हिमालया से कोई गंगा निकलनी चाहिये

आज ये दीवार परदों की तरह हिलने लगी
शर्त लेकिन थी कि ये बुनियाद हिलनी चाहिये

हर सड़क पर, हर गली में, हर नगर, हर गाँव में
हाथ लेहराते हुए, हर लाश चलनी चाहिये

सिर्फ़ हंगामा खड़ा करना मेरा मकसद नहीं
मेरी कोशिश है कि ये सूरत बदलनी चाहिये

मेरे सीने में नहीं तो तेरे सीने में सही
हो कहिं भी आग, लेकिन आग जलनी चाहिये

साईकिल की सवारी

2008-03-03T00:22:00.000+05:30

Hi friends. If you can recall, long back in our seventh -eighth standard, we had a funny story in Hindi textbook, called "साईकिल की सवारी"
The following poem is based on the same story and I had composed it long long back ...may be 6 yrs ago. Hope you njoy...!!!
दुनिया में दो शौक की चीज़ें, थीं हमें बहुत प्यारी
एक तो हारमोनिअम बजाना, दूसरा साईकिल की सवारी।
हारमोनिअम तो सीख लिआ , पर न सीख सके साईकिल की सवारी।
जवानी के बाद हमें, कोसती रही अक्ल हमरी।
हमारे छोटे ने भी सीख ली साईकिल की सवारी बचपन मे,
हम सोचते ही रह गये, क्या हम ही एक फ़िसड्डी हैं जीवन में।
हमने भी एक योजना बनायी,साईकिल की सवारी सीखने को,
100 रुपये प्रति माह पर रखा एक उस्ताद.......
जँबक का डिब्बा खरीदकर, ढूँढ लिया एक मैदान;
मिस्त्री को ढूँढना न पड़ा, बगल मे थी उसकी दुकान।
पहले दिन से शुरु किया साईकिल चलाना,
चलाना तो दूर की बात, चढ़ते ही गिर गये।
उस्ताद बोले,"मियाँ! अंगूर नहीं खा रहे हो!
साईकिल चला रहे हो !!"
बार बार गिर गिर कर, घायल हो हो कर
सपनों में साईकिल देखदेख कर,
और साईकिल को कोस कोसकर, किसी तरह
साईकिल चलाना सीखी बड़ी मुशकिल से
पर चढ़ना उतरना अब भी ना आता था।।
रास्ते में दूसरों को चीखकर सामने से हटा देते थे
और कोई नहीं हटा तो समझो भिड़ गये।।
एक दिन रास्ते में, मिले "तिवारी" दफ़्तर के दोस्त।
हमें प्रपोज़ किआ, चलो चलकर उड़ायें मुर्गे का गोश्त।।
हम बोले ,"साईकिल नयी नयी सीखी है,
कैसे चढ़ेंगे और कैसे उतरेंगे?"
वे बोले,"अजी कोई बात नहीं, हम उतार देंगे और हम ही चढ़ायेंगे"।
हम पीछे देख तिवारी से बतिया रहे थे कि
सामने से एक ताँगा आया।
हमारे होश सँभालने से पहले ही,
हमने साईकिल को ताँगे से भिड़ाया।।
इतनी बुरी भिड़ंत, ऐसी गज़ब की टक्कर,
कुछ समझने से पहले ही, हम खा गये चक्कर।
उसके बाद क्या हुआ,अल्लाह जाने!होश आया,देखा
तो थे बीवी के साथ अस्पताल में,
सोचा सारा दोष तिवारी के सर मढ़ दें,
बोल पड़े "सारी गलती उस तिवारी की है!"
बीवी ने कहा,"तिवारी की नही!गलती इस मनहूस साईकिल की सवारी कि है।"
किसी और से नही, ये ज़खम हमें मिले थे हमारे ही माँगे पर,
बाद में पता चला, पूरा परिवार था उस ताँगे पर !!!

बदलाव

2008-02-27T23:14:00.000+05:30

Here is another one guys, I composed it 4 yrs back in feb 2004.

आज घर से बाहर निकला तो
सबने अच्छी तरह से बात की
सबने मेरी मदद की
किसी ने मुझे धोखा नहीं दिया
किसी ने मुझसे झगड़ा नहीं किया
कहीं कोई मुझसे चिढ़ा नहीं
किसी ने मुझसे झूठ नहीं बोला
सब मेरे दोस्त बन गये
सबमें में मैने खुद को देखा
और ये दिन मेरे लिये सबसे ज्यदा खुशी लाया
क्या था ये , मैं समझ ना पाया
पर जब घर लौटकर आईना देखा
तो मैने खुद को बदला मनु पाया।

मजबूरी मे सदाचार

2008-02-27T19:56:00.000+05:30

चाणक्य नीति :
मजबूरी मे सदाचार

अशवतस्तु भवेत्सधुर्ब्रह्मचारी च निर्धन: ।
त्याधिष्ठो देवभक्तश्च वृद्धा नारी पतिव्रता ।।
दुनिया में अधिकतर कमजोर दुर्बल व्यक्ति ही साधु बनते हैं।
गरीब बेचारा मजबूरी से ब्रह्मचारी बन जाता है, रोगी व्यक्ति भगवान की पूजा करने लगता है और भक्त बन जाता है, तथा हर बूढ़ी स्त्री पतिव्रता बन जाती है। अर्थात् ये सब लाचारि के फलसवरूप किये गये काम हैं।

A poem from "Maithili Sharan Gupt"

2008-02-27T18:30:00.000+05:30

a few very famous lines by मैथिलि शरण गुप्त
चाह नहीं मैं सुरबाला के गहनों में गूंथा जाऊँ,
चाह नहीं प्रेमी माला में बिध प्यारी को ललचाऊँ
चाह नहीं सम्राटों के शव पर हे हरि डाला जाऊँ
चाह नहीं देवों के सर पर चढ़ भाग्य पर इठलाऊँ
मुझे तोड़ लेना वनमाली उस पथ पर तुम देना फेंक
मातृभूमि पर शीश चढ़ाने जिस पर जायें वीर अनेक

मेरी आत्महत्या

2008-02-24T16:24:00.001+05:30

सरसरी हवा, अनंत आकाश
सैकड़ों फ़ीट गहराई, नीचे बहते पानी की कलकल
और संदेहयुक्त मन ..............
एक हल्का सा संदेह, एक अद्भुत सा अहसास
फैले हुए हाथ और दिल मे एक विश्वास ।
नियंत्रित काया, एकाग्र दृष्टि,
ढेर सारा उत्साह,
अजीब सा पागलपन
समय के अतिसूक्ष्म क्षण मे किया निर्णय
और मेरे जीवन का अंतिम पग।
पृथ्वी के आकर्षण से मुक्ति,
और शरीर मे अंदर से बाहर तक गुदगुदी ।
हवा को चीरता हुआ मेरा शरीर,
फैले हुए हाथों पर हवा के थपेड़े,
और दृष्टि से ओझल होता क्षितिज।
चारों ओर युगों युगों की समीक्षा करती आ रहीं शिलायें,
और उन पर आश्रित वो हरीतिमा।
जीवन के सम्पूर्ण काल मे
सर्वाधिक आनंदमयी ये आखरी पल,
मेरे आत्महत्या के निर्णय को सार्थक करते हुए।
और मैं इन कुछ पलों को,
अपने साथ अनंत मे विलीन करता हुआ।
नीचे नज़दीक आती हुई पानी की सतह,
और सतह के उस पार विचरता जीवन।
जीवन के सर्वाधिक गतिमान क्षण .............

और अचानक,
शरीर मे ठंडी झुरझुरी तरंग।
जल मे गतिमान, जीवन के विभिन्न रूप।
दृष्टिमे धुँधलापन,
और विश्राम लेती श्वाँस
मस्तक पर आकस्मिक चोट का आभास,
और आँखों सामने एक अंधकार................ ।
असीम शान्ति का अहसास ।।
पर तब ही,
लगा ऐसा कि मैं स्वतंत्र हुआ,
स्वतंत्र हुआ हर माया हर बंधन से,
और स्वतंत्र हूँ
इस असीम शून्य मे विचरण के लिये।

आकर्षित कती हुईं वो अद्भुत किरणें
प्रेरित करता हुआ वो प्रकाशपुंज
और शून्य मे तैरता हुआ मैं...............।

जीवन का अर्थ है - गतिशीलता
और ये मेरा नवजीवन, अग्रसर सत्या की ओर।।
मूर्ख हैं वो पृथ्वी वासी,
जो मुझे मेरे निर्णय पर मूर्ख कहेंगे ।।

THE Desire of....

2008-02-16T04:54:00.001+05:30

Hi guys,
well....after my first blog, I got a mixed feedback from my friends. Those who wanted to appreciate it, wrote the comments, and those who thought it was a crap, told me directly. Anyways, I appreciate that and thnx all of them.
So now, I would like to say something to those , for whom it was a dump max and crap stuff to be on the blog, that, as far as I perceive a blog is smwhr u cn vomit out anything out of ur mind.
and, in that case, I would rather like to write as per my wish and not on how others feel.I mean to say I always welcome criticism for the quality of the content but I would still like to possess the freedom to choose the topic of my own interest to write.

So here is another one....if u like it, do leave a comment, n if u dont, then also please do leave a comment.
The following blog doesnt cover many aspects of our IIT life...instead it just uncovers a few ones. This is gonna be controversial, may be a crap or may be good,may contain a few objectionable words in content or comments......whatever...
i am gonna tell u a context, & ask u a simple question with justification...

Everyone of us knows, that THE desire and hormones as well, start working from puberty and grow strong enough till the age of say 17.
Lets just have a look at our situation inside IIT.
We mug for 11th,12th, or may be an year more for JEE. Right??
At that time, most of us avoid THE desire, by concentrating on mugging, by keeping ourselves conserved ,or by some other means. We dont get girlfriends till our JEE...right?? but we keep on wondering to have one after entering into IIT.
After u enter here, u get a kinda shock when you realize the pathetic girl:boys ratio.... infact a good friend of mind has written quite well on that... ( check this: http://andyatiitm.blogspot.com )

Now, since its of our basic needs, u cant keep on avoiding it. Infact u cant. (check out MASLOW'S HIERARCHY on google). Well, then u put fight for getting a girl out of those very few over here.
And most of us end up no where, while some of us get a girl. So lets compare the two cases....

1. You get a girl:
Well, you get a girl, u spend hrs & hrs with her walking on Delhi Avenue, or maybe in Gurunath, CCD or probably somewhere else. So, u spend a lots & lots of your precious time & money on her.
And for your satisfaction,you may pretend to urself, tht u r having a Girlfriend to interact ,hv fun...while other r jealous. But......., a very basic & strong (hormonal or emotional) THE desire is always there, which u cant avoid and you should not.
So, after spending after spending a lots & lots of money and time, only if u r lucky enuf, u get her to fulfill ur THE desire.
Meanwhile, during the whole process of your interactions with her, ur interests towards her keeps on decreasing in most of the cases, as u get to know more & more abt her.
And, maybe u breakup even before ur THE desire is fulfilled. For a couple of weeks u may get psych or sad ,due to emotional attachment ,if at all......but not for too long.
So, saying about all the times that spent with her, talking and flirting from all over the world centered to her, telling jokes, etc etc etc....all those things actually worth much less than wht u can njoy with ur friends company in hostel or anywhr. So, saying abt having a good time with a girl is just a CRAP.
As far as I know, most of the boys who have a girlfriend here, dont get to go till the bed with her,so easily. Maybe all of them dont want to, but out of those who want,they also have to wait a looong time.
And ya, thinking of long term relationships, hardly a few among us are lucky enough to get.
Having a girlfriend from outside IIT doesnt work that well.

Now look at other option,
2.u dont get a Girl
u put a fight in beginning of odd sems for a few yrs, end up in nothing. since its huge scarcity of gals, u find it difficult to see the gals....interaction with them is far beyond.
Anyways, ur hormones are not letting u leave as such. so u get relied on LAN....right??
U jerk off ur frustration.....but after a couple of months , u get bored of even that. Every day u c some couples around u & get jealous, & many times you beleive that the guy with the girl is a dumb a**hole, making fool of himself, by continuously spending so much for THE desire, which is NOT highly probable to be fulfilled in the near future.
Finally, one day, when u can afford, u simply go to a paid worker , have a good time since she might be professional, and ofcourse...YOU FEEL HAPPY. and thats what matters. And its absolutely fine to pay that much for the value u derive out of it. And ya, dont worry abt getting addicted, because u can never afford it in student life atleast.And u r not gonna get emotional attachment, so u r secured on that part.

My question is .....which of the two is better???
Technically speaking, the guy in 2nd case would have benefitted a lot much more than the first.
Be it on the count of Money, or Time or Enjoyment & fun.
so, according to me, theres no harm in going for a paid sex, when u can. And ya...after all, I really dont see any point to involve ethics or morals over here.Basically its a part of life and KAMA dosnt have much to do with morals standards.

My question to u guys is the same...
a simple question.....aint it?? so i expect a binary answer with justification and not philosophy.

Well, u still might be left with another option....carry on with ur P***nography.
But I would not count that.

Veg vs. Non-veg

2008-02-10T13:21:00.000+05:30

Here is the first blog I am writing ever, may be it will lack a lots of writing skills, so its my humble request to all of you,please leave your comments.

There is already long controversial debate going on all over the world on this topic, and I am a vegetarian. Well, there had been a several reasons for why I am still a vegetarian. A few of them are as follows:
1) Why do u need to kill a life when there are other options available??
2) Animals are not supposed to be treated as our means to fulfill the taste.
3) I personally dont like the non veg taste.

Actually, you can see all these advertisements etc from PeTA etc, not to eat non veg, and every time they explain to you that even scientist day that veg is more nutritious than nonveg.
So until a couple of weeks ago, I was myself a strong supporter of veg.
But, there have been a few questions in my mind which I could not find the perfect answer.

1) Its a part of the food chain, why do we need to worry???
2)Whether or not to eat from nutritious point of view, Its completely an indivisual's choice to eat junk food, veg salad, or a roasted chicken etc....
so, in that case, media or NGOs or anyone, cant keep on nagging us about nonveg....what they can is, just tell us about different food products quality,thats it.
3) All the NGOs,whether believe it or not, are always corrupt,and they actually never bother what you smell,wear,eat etc. So,why the hell should we care about what they say.

Lastly,the most important point....
4) When you are eating anything veg, or even milk product, you snatching someone else's right.
for ex. when you eat a carrot,you take out its root, so in a sense you are killing the plants and the insects which are suppose to feed on them. Dont you think even plants have life??
This is an important thing I would like to emphasize, why do we think only animals have life & sensation?? While the reality is, plants are equal part of nature and they have a life.

So, now I would say...
we have to survive...and for that ...we have to feed ourselves...
whether its plants or animals....in any case we shall be killing lives of other living beings....
so whats the point to take it so seriously and emotionally on eating nonveg...
Its just pure phenomenon of nature and we are a part of the food chain...
Its as simple as that....and the choice depends on indivizuals....

there is another point often being talked about the brutal behaviour with those animals when we eat them...
let me ask you one more thing, do you ever wonder about the feelings of a plant or a tree when you pluck a flower or fruit??
why do you always give more priority to animal life than plant life. does plant life has no importance?? And by the way, fruits & flowers are not meant for our purpose. they are a part of process of reproduction for plants.
so finally, when you are going to eat something,since you have to, you soul aim is to kill other life and feed yourself, then....how does it matter..how brutally or gently you kill other life form???

concluding this blog here.....at present I stand as a vegetarian just because of the reason three mentioned above...
but i strongly support the people's right to choose what they want to eat, when they can afford......

A new learning experience......CLAY MODELLING

2007-09-14T00:31:00.000+05:30

Well.....from the beginning itself i have been fond of art, colours,and celebrations........and you know Art has been the most basic and widely used means of expressing ourselves .....
I have always enjoyed the arts....
and this time i have another remarkable chance to learn something really amazing and challenging....CLAY MODELLING
Its actually a part of our Engg. Design academic programme here, at IIT Madras.
I had been fascinated towards this art form from my childhood itself ....when i used to see potter's wheel..or when i used to wonder on the beauty of those Durga and Ganesh clay idols during various festivals..... I even had chances to go to the places where these idols were actually made and i really admires it ....you cant just imagine at the beginning,when it starts from scratch , that how beautiful a form can be after its completely finished.

I knew that we have course like this but i was never excited about it until the first day when we reached the working place itself.....
We admired the models made by our seniors last year...some of them were quite amazing..........
so it started with a demonstration from our instructor ...and all of us wondered
how beautifully he transformed a lump of clay into a vivid posture of a man.

Finally,we were also given a chance to make different figures using wires. That wasnt quite good output from my part, but still I enjoyed it a lot.