Event that has changed my life.
(Drafted long back...posted as on 3rd Oct.2006.
1:20A.M.)
Having been biased to my personal Blog for quite some time, I now once again resume to writing..
But how did I come to think of writing on something as tacky as this post?….Well, da idea cropped up after I had this casual chat wid a friend, whoz been given an essay as assignment :”Event that changed my life”…I don’t think he was further specified …for good or bad!
However I discarded it as “one of those shitty assignments”…how can one event be strong enuf to change da entire outlook of your life, it still beats me. But putting myself in his position, I tried to figure out whether at all I wud be able to scribble something, given that da assignment is an obligation..?
One may ask why I bothered to put myself into this world of trouble, let me tell you that my exams starts in just 10 days.And by default anything but that is related to my studies, has to get my prior attention!
Monday, October 02, 2006
contd...
I was 12 then. We friends were playing ,I think it was a winter evening..…and at dat age it dint matter, vacation or no vacation, play was must! Those lively moments … dusky hours that went by like seconds while playing hide and seek,…best friends changed every other day….sight of chocolates ditched all mannerisms…frilled frocks….and this cud go forever. But unfortunately we all grow up…
and how fast!
I came back home and and for some reason wasn’t in a perfect mood that day.Looking at da dispassionate expression on my face,my father enquired casually, “dear, how was ur day? You had sports day naa today?What were da results?”…
Being reminded of the catastrophe I gave a sad sigh…dad we were pathetic! RUBY(that’s da house I belonged to ) lost it again!
Funny to note but yeah…this was da time of my school days when we were just being assigned colour-based houses!Though I myself dint participate in any sport event as such,I had far much conveniently taken da pride in being in a red house(just coz every 1 around seemed to do exactly da same.)
And here was this 12 year old girl….concerned abt da future of her team in a way that a farmer wud be for his coming monsoon yield!
“Dad I tell u I don’t feel like being in this house.” That year Ruby broke all records by not winning in a single thing! “That Shweta(name changed for unidentification) was teasing me so much today…just becoz she is in Sapphire(blue) which happnd to win da House award this year!”….and stupid it seems to me now…but imagine my agony over a defeat…took it so personally that I went to da extent of begging dad to put me in some other house!!
That’s when he sharply interrupted me,..then taking his own time started speaking again.He explained me how a thing…whether a person,team,business,or relationship goes thru two extreme stages…one is its upclimb…da other da downrace.It takes much lesser time for a team to fall than its way upward to glory.
”But that doesn’t mean that you quit your company!Now that you are a part of this team, u surely expect ur team to win everytime and be proud of ur victory..but you should also take as much responsibility in da mistakes that ur team makes…because unless u perform ur team wont win.and this is an important lesson of ur life my dear.NEVER FORGET IT!”he said.
At once i was embarassed and felt like taking back my words ..…”y was I so disrespectful to my house!” I regretted.
And from then onwards I tried to be more patient…even as da asst.House Prefect in std.10th…I hoped da best from my team….and it was something worth hoping! We won da house award that year wid a whooping majority of scores in our bag!
This was 1 event which surely had a gr8 impact on me…for good.J
….now I better go back to studies…no marks for guessing y I love blogging when exams are nearing…
and how fast!
I came back home and and for some reason wasn’t in a perfect mood that day.Looking at da dispassionate expression on my face,my father enquired casually, “dear, how was ur day? You had sports day naa today?What were da results?”…
Being reminded of the catastrophe I gave a sad sigh…dad we were pathetic! RUBY(that’s da house I belonged to ) lost it again!
Funny to note but yeah…this was da time of my school days when we were just being assigned colour-based houses!Though I myself dint participate in any sport event as such,I had far much conveniently taken da pride in being in a red house(just coz every 1 around seemed to do exactly da same.)
And here was this 12 year old girl….concerned abt da future of her team in a way that a farmer wud be for his coming monsoon yield!
“Dad I tell u I don’t feel like being in this house.” That year Ruby broke all records by not winning in a single thing! “That Shweta(name changed for unidentification) was teasing me so much today…just becoz she is in Sapphire(blue) which happnd to win da House award this year!”….and stupid it seems to me now…but imagine my agony over a defeat…took it so personally that I went to da extent of begging dad to put me in some other house!!
That’s when he sharply interrupted me,..then taking his own time started speaking again.He explained me how a thing…whether a person,team,business,or relationship goes thru two extreme stages…one is its upclimb…da other da downrace.It takes much lesser time for a team to fall than its way upward to glory.
”But that doesn’t mean that you quit your company!Now that you are a part of this team, u surely expect ur team to win everytime and be proud of ur victory..but you should also take as much responsibility in da mistakes that ur team makes…because unless u perform ur team wont win.and this is an important lesson of ur life my dear.NEVER FORGET IT!”he said.
At once i was embarassed and felt like taking back my words ..…”y was I so disrespectful to my house!” I regretted.
And from then onwards I tried to be more patient…even as da asst.House Prefect in std.10th…I hoped da best from my team….and it was something worth hoping! We won da house award that year wid a whooping majority of scores in our bag!
This was 1 event which surely had a gr8 impact on me…for good.J
….now I better go back to studies…no marks for guessing y I love blogging when exams are nearing…
Sunday, October 01, 2006
God give me tolerance...
Talk of B.S, B.C, F.C.,.......study the day b4 exam subjects and you would find similar crap in all,which sends a strong feeling in you-a need for having one singlw subject replacing the 3.After all it wud save us 2 long days of studies!!(lolz...)
Ofcourse, am being able to speak my thought aloud only coz am sure of having a concensus of my colleague friends in the matter.
y do i bother so much ?!?!When u have a hectic life u tend to ignore such insignificant matters that come in ur way.But does that mean am in no rights to ponder over something which is a part of our system?
Or should i live wid a consolation that if none, atleast 1 female(to be read as Jaaju mam) who tries to see things from our point of view for once when she says,"In these 3 years(grad. time) da only thing u learn sitting in this class is TOLERANCE."
3 years is a long time,....and we aren't yet done wid our mid-terms.....huff...sigh!!
Ofcourse, am being able to speak my thought aloud only coz am sure of having a concensus of my colleague friends in the matter.
y do i bother so much ?!?!When u have a hectic life u tend to ignore such insignificant matters that come in ur way.But does that mean am in no rights to ponder over something which is a part of our system?
Or should i live wid a consolation that if none, atleast 1 female(to be read as Jaaju mam) who tries to see things from our point of view for once when she says,"In these 3 years(grad. time) da only thing u learn sitting in this class is TOLERANCE."
3 years is a long time,....and we aren't yet done wid our mid-terms.....huff...sigh!!
Friday, September 15, 2006
Saturday, September 09, 2006
Fear not what remains
.....coz life dint start with a name,a problem or a road map
fear not what remains
....coz u were born with just a soul
So fear not what remains
....coz u live with hopes u call dreams
hey fear not what remains
....coz sometimes ur too busy to dream
and fear not what remains
....coz life isnt a patch work to get done wid
betta' fear not what remains
....coz this fear might take away da life in u
dear fear not what remains
....coz someday u'll be dead.
and then u'll be disappointed to see ur remains..
still holding on to
a name
a problem
and a road map.
If your whole life were a day,just 1 day,u'd still be in talks with God to increase da number of hours in a day...however quiver it may sound,but thats da fear we all live with,dont we?
Thursday, June 29, 2006
H.W.Longfellow...
The day is done.
The day is done and the darkness
Falls from the wings of Night
As a feather is wafted downward
From an eagle in his flight.
I see the lights of the village
Gleam through the rain and the mist.
And a feeling of sadness comes o’er me,
That my soul cannot resist.
A feeling of sadnrss and longing,
That is not akin to pain,
And resembles sorrow only
as mist resembles the rain.
Come,read to me some poem,
Some simple and heartfelt lay,
That shall soothe this feeling,
And banish the thoughts of the day.
Not from the grand old masters,
Not from the bards sublime,
Whose distant footsteps echo
From the corridors of time.
For, like strains of martial music,
As their mighty thoughts suggest
Life’s endless toil and endeavour
And tonight I long for rest.
Read from some humbler poet,
Whose songs gushed from his heart
Like showers from the clouds of summer
Or tears from eyelids start.
Such songs have power to quiet
This restless pulse of care
And come like benediction
That follows after the prayer.
Then read from treasured volume
The poem of thy choice
And lend to the rhyme of the poet
The beauty of thy voice.
And the night shall be filled with music
And the cares that infest the day
Shall fold their tents like Arabs
And as silently stealth away...
The day is done and the darkness
Falls from the wings of Night
As a feather is wafted downward
From an eagle in his flight.
I see the lights of the village
Gleam through the rain and the mist.
And a feeling of sadness comes o’er me,
That my soul cannot resist.
A feeling of sadnrss and longing,
That is not akin to pain,
And resembles sorrow only
as mist resembles the rain.
Come,read to me some poem,
Some simple and heartfelt lay,
That shall soothe this feeling,
And banish the thoughts of the day.
Not from the grand old masters,
Not from the bards sublime,
Whose distant footsteps echo
From the corridors of time.
For, like strains of martial music,
As their mighty thoughts suggest
Life’s endless toil and endeavour
And tonight I long for rest.
Read from some humbler poet,
Whose songs gushed from his heart
Like showers from the clouds of summer
Or tears from eyelids start.
Such songs have power to quiet
This restless pulse of care
And come like benediction
That follows after the prayer.
Then read from treasured volume
The poem of thy choice
And lend to the rhyme of the poet
The beauty of thy voice.
And the night shall be filled with music
And the cares that infest the day
Shall fold their tents like Arabs
Friday, June 16, 2006
summer deliriums.......
Its mid-June and it is yet to rain,
avenues waiting to get stray .
Dazed with delirium i look outside ;
copper of the sun shines on concrete lane....
copper of the sun shines on concrete lane....
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
da rang de effect...
Whats RDB???
RDB stands for..
Youth against da curruption
Youith against da conventions
Youth against da justice-denial
Youth acting for da nation..
and so on and so forth...
no sarcasm included...for ppl nowadays take every other sentence of mine for a sarcastic comment,..i may be a bit dejected but still am composed!
Why do i talk about da movie after so many days...perhaps months after its release????got many reasons here:
B'coz yess 1)it has made a big time buster..at the same time 2)i am not completely satisfied by da kinda atention it got and is still getting..n most importantly3)i am trying to kill time on a wednesday evening by posting this.
Not that da movie doesnt deserves appreciation...its one of its kind and very effective...yess effective is da word i used at first when someone asked me how did i like the movie!!!So we are here in new age ...age of youth.References from recent anti-reservation surge loudly proves that not only movies reflect on society,da opposite also holds true!
Well, da thought that's itching me time and again is..............if Indian audiences are cool/smart/intelligent/watever u 'd like to put/.. to have put a movie of this sort to da top of charts for so long,then what were they doing at da time "Yuva" was released:????
It did have violence....well not da heroic kind that RBD displayed(son killin his unpatriotic father)...but a more realistic one,where power(political) forces a man to kill his brother(Abhishek Bachan)....
It did have students protesting...in a more unfashionable way though!!!but again there still was da required vigour...
It did have songs...though lesser..rocking nevertheless...(hey when do u think word "fanaah" rocked da floors first?)
What "Yuva" lacked was emotions...it lacked da positive picture of "India Today"..it showed da real picture...something that audiences know already...da disunited country,where youth like Vivek Oberei is lost to casual joys of life,..and Abhishek-alikes to da powerful leaders for his livelihood.May be i shouldn't compare da two here...but cant help to notice da starkest discrimination that public in the theatre offer at da end of da movies......
In RBD :youngsters die and public cry,literallyyyy ,and not just girls !
In Yuva:ppl get baffled when Ajay Devgan walks into parliament wid vivek and other guy!(which indicates da foray of Indian youth into politics).ppl look at each other in disbelief: "is the movie over!?!?!"maybe they are waiting for a gd ending,shud be either happy or sad as they have always known.shud be anything but realistic...
uuffffff...expectations from hindi movies!
So do ppl actually reflect on movies.....or is it just da emotions that sells in India?
Kindly reflect on this....
RDB stands for..
Youth against da curruption
Youith against da conventions
Youth against da justice-denial
Youth acting for da nation..
and so on and so forth...
no sarcasm included...for ppl nowadays take every other sentence of mine for a sarcastic comment,..i may be a bit dejected but still am composed!
Why do i talk about da movie after so many days...perhaps months after its release????got many reasons here:
B'coz yess 1)it has made a big time buster..at the same time 2)i am not completely satisfied by da kinda atention it got and is still getting..n most importantly3)i am trying to kill time on a wednesday evening by posting this.
Not that da movie doesnt deserves appreciation...its one of its kind and very effective...yess effective is da word i used at first when someone asked me how did i like the movie!!!So we are here in new age ...age of youth.References from recent anti-reservation surge loudly proves that not only movies reflect on society,da opposite also holds true!
Well, da thought that's itching me time and again is..............if Indian audiences are cool/smart/intelligent/watever u 'd like to put/.. to have put a movie of this sort to da top of charts for so long,then what were they doing at da time "Yuva" was released:????
It did have violence....well not da heroic kind that RBD displayed(son killin his unpatriotic father)...but a more realistic one,where power(political) forces a man to kill his brother(Abhishek Bachan)....
It did have students protesting...in a more unfashionable way though!!!but again there still was da required vigour...
It did have songs...though lesser..rocking nevertheless...(hey when do u think word "fanaah" rocked da floors first?)
What "Yuva" lacked was emotions...it lacked da positive picture of "India Today"..it showed da real picture...something that audiences know already...da disunited country,where youth like Vivek Oberei is lost to casual joys of life,..and Abhishek-alikes to da powerful leaders for his livelihood.May be i shouldn't compare da two here...but cant help to notice da starkest discrimination that public in the theatre offer at da end of da movies......
In RBD :youngsters die and public cry,literallyyyy ,and not just girls !
In Yuva:ppl get baffled when Ajay Devgan walks into parliament wid vivek and other guy!(which indicates da foray of Indian youth into politics).ppl look at each other in disbelief: "is the movie over!?!?!"maybe they are waiting for a gd ending,shud be either happy or sad as they have always known.shud be anything but realistic...
uuffffff...expectations from hindi movies!
So do ppl actually reflect on movies.....or is it just da emotions that sells in India?
Kindly reflect on this....
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
Getting fanaah for nothing....
tere dil main meri saaso ko panhaa mil jaaye ,
tere ishq main meri jaan fanaah ho jaaaye..
Subhaan allah!!! One of the reasons i gave myself before going to the movie,was that if not anything ,it looks like da movie has some good shayeries.And i wasn't totally wrong...
Check this..
mujhe masjid main baithkar peene ki rajha dede eh gaalib
yaa toh koi aisi jagaah dikha jahaan khuda nahi hota..
Means...DEAr Gaalib!Grant me da permission to drink(alcohol ofcourse) in da Mosque "or"..show me a place where God doesnt exists!
Sans few of the shayeries,...the movie wasn't worth a watch !The story was plotted loosely..i mean typical of hindi movies...Aamir comes on Kajol's door after getting encountered by army...itefaaque(coincidence) ki baat hai!!(lol)
But they well managed da finer details n technicalities..like only Amir sees both of them in flashback,not Kajol(she ought not,being blind earlier).While Amir is uncomfortable while talking to her in second half of da movie,she only gets a dejavoo kind of feeling.It was nice to se Kajol back on Big screen after years(she looks da same)...though Amir dint exactly made impactful insight...okay considering his lately accumulated fats,he did have some impact on audience who went..."How did he become so fat and look he's looking older."(his fans defending him:"they made him wear thick sweaters and stolls!!").....everyone wins!!
What made the experience bad ,was that i knew da story beforehand...thanx to da hype n publicity da movie got for being held-back from release in Gujrat by BJP.So here i was towards the end of da movie...waiting for Kajol to shoot another bullet and finish da matter quickly.Loooooooooong wait.Mom and I come out of screen and take a rik(frm Eternity)...
And our F-1 paced driver was kind enough to put brakes to save us from bumping to some other vehicle,just when we were at a seconds distance from it.....and this he repeated thrice !!!
How do riksha-walas justify their mistakes...or ill-driving?Well its quite simple,they simply give a long stare to da approaching vehicle(which means abuse of greatest rank among rikshawalas) and come out clean!
Having reached LokPuram in single-piece,(got down at earliest gate)...I said to mom "AAj tumahri Zoonie(also Kajol's name in da movie) binah kisi shehjaade ke fanaah ho jaati!!"My mom had da kind of look on her face ..similar to da one some of u are having right now...And my dialogue got wasted.
she hadnt yet learnt what fanaah stands for: to get destroyed!
tere ishq main meri jaan fanaah ho jaaaye..
Subhaan allah!!! One of the reasons i gave myself before going to the movie,was that if not anything ,it looks like da movie has some good shayeries.And i wasn't totally wrong...
Check this..
mujhe masjid main baithkar peene ki rajha dede eh gaalib
yaa toh koi aisi jagaah dikha jahaan khuda nahi hota..
Means...DEAr Gaalib!Grant me da permission to drink(alcohol ofcourse) in da Mosque "or"..show me a place where God doesnt exists!
Sans few of the shayeries,...the movie wasn't worth a watch !The story was plotted loosely..i mean typical of hindi movies...Aamir comes on Kajol's door after getting encountered by army...itefaaque(coincidence) ki baat hai!!(lol)
But they well managed da finer details n technicalities..like only Amir sees both of them in flashback,not Kajol(she ought not,being blind earlier).While Amir is uncomfortable while talking to her in second half of da movie,she only gets a dejavoo kind of feeling.It was nice to se Kajol back on Big screen after years(she looks da same)...though Amir dint exactly made impactful insight...okay considering his lately accumulated fats,he did have some impact on audience who went..."How did he become so fat and look he's looking older."(his fans defending him:"they made him wear thick sweaters and stolls!!").....everyone wins!!
What made the experience bad ,was that i knew da story beforehand...thanx to da hype n publicity da movie got for being held-back from release in Gujrat by BJP.So here i was towards the end of da movie...waiting for Kajol to shoot another bullet and finish da matter quickly.Loooooooooong wait.Mom and I come out of screen and take a rik(frm Eternity)...
And our F-1 paced driver was kind enough to put brakes to save us from bumping to some other vehicle,just when we were at a seconds distance from it.....and this he repeated thrice !!!
How do riksha-walas justify their mistakes...or ill-driving?Well its quite simple,they simply give a long stare to da approaching vehicle(which means abuse of greatest rank among rikshawalas) and come out clean!
Having reached LokPuram in single-piece,(got down at earliest gate)...I said to mom "AAj tumahri Zoonie(also Kajol's name in da movie) binah kisi shehjaade ke fanaah ho jaati!!"My mom had da kind of look on her face ..similar to da one some of u are having right now...And my dialogue got wasted.
she hadnt yet learnt what fanaah stands for: to get destroyed!
Thursday, May 18, 2006
A world limited....
A world limited by thoughts,
A thought limited by words,
A minute limited by breaths,
the stars limited by eyes,
Inventions limited by desire,
Fear limited by challenges,
A seat limited by competition,
Competition limited by reservations,
Love limited by insecurities,
Insecurities limited by assurances,
Victories limited by praises,
Wisdom limited by sages,
Science limited by conspiracies,
Conspiracies limited by spies,
A thought limited by words,
A minute limited by breaths,
the stars limited by eyes,
Inventions limited by desire,
Fear limited by challenges,
A seat limited by competition,
Competition limited by reservations,
Love limited by insecurities,
Insecurities limited by assurances,
Victories limited by praises,
Wisdom limited by sages,
Science limited by conspiracies,
Conspiracies limited by spies,
Gods limited by offers,
Chocolates limited by cavities,...
Come join da list!
Monday, April 24, 2006
tis' my prayer
This morning (btw its 24th midnight;just wished andy 'mornin,online); my brother handed me this piece of paper,on which is a cute little poem/song..call it as u wish.And as a practice, I read it twice .,liked it;..........thought should share it with friends. Here it goes.....
Oh lovely snowball,packed with care,
Smack a head that's unaware!
Then with freezing ice to spare,
Melt and soak through underwear!
Fly straight and true,hit hard and
square!
This,oh snowball, is my prayer!
It reminds me of all the fun moments i shared with Alok till date.he's on his way to Dubai.I already miss u bro....
Saturday, April 22, 2006
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
Friday, April 07, 2006
light....
Look at your shadow when you feel down;
then you can see that you are always
capable of making a difference amidst
the light .
then you can see that you are always
capable of making a difference amidst
the light .
Thursday, March 09, 2006
when it rains in March...
So when did i last have my best laugh n best time?This is where i am gonna come back again to find an answer! Life just got close to a refreshing corner whereby i encountered a few surprising (pleasantly) moments, and then they passed as quickly.If only,...i could hold them on forever!!
Well coming back to reality, since da moment has passed long b4,let me tell you da reason y i am still so amazed,i was today ,i.e on 9th (i think its midnight,ya 10th already!) visited by these guys from school,namely:preeti, anjana and siddharth.Well if i cud only create a flashback to show u da days in school back then; i wudn't have used tat picture effect.Sorry to mess wid words, all i mean here is we weren't gr8 chaps back then,thanks to da abha tat was.
Yet as one of my intelligent friends puts it,we all have souls tat connect.I still dont knw if its true, but wat we had today was a complete blast,da exciting part is tat it was unplanned(now who doesn't like such surprises?).
You may say it was a matter of three hours, i'd like to say, it was a matter of a day in life(not talkin abt da time i was sleeping), yes tat's abt how long they were at my place, which actually speaking is a considerable time-period.But someone shud tell anjana(it'll b me ofcourse), tat wen she said this while leaving["its a torture to go away from here, but i ought to"],i was more humbled than ever.Cant just explain how i enjoyed ur company,its real torturous for me now wen words refrain to yield to my feelings.
however i think all i need to say, is tat you guys made my day!Here let me make a note of da guy who was in action behind all this, siddharth i.e.Hey buddy thanks for u knw wat.(not for ur visit). ok stop scratching ur head, i thanked u for tuning my guitar n giving me new chords n songs, tat's it!!As for da time u dedicated to me, while ur exams r on; i have like chatted wid u almost everyday of january(man tat easily counts for 24 hrs= 1 day!), u still owe me few more hrs.Dont worry, i still have lot to learn abt da guitar!
Preeti is one sweet girl tat i keep meeting,(thanks to pawar nagar ka bus).
So how do i conclude?, heheh, i shall say thanks to da nature tat came into force at rite time,n these old friends' made a house warming entry into my sweet little shed.Thank you rains or rather thanks CD(my friend), u surely r lucky for others!!
Well coming back to reality, since da moment has passed long b4,let me tell you da reason y i am still so amazed,i was today ,i.e on 9th (i think its midnight,ya 10th already!) visited by these guys from school,namely:preeti, anjana and siddharth.Well if i cud only create a flashback to show u da days in school back then; i wudn't have used tat picture effect.Sorry to mess wid words, all i mean here is we weren't gr8 chaps back then,thanks to da abha tat was.
Yet as one of my intelligent friends puts it,we all have souls tat connect.I still dont knw if its true, but wat we had today was a complete blast,da exciting part is tat it was unplanned(now who doesn't like such surprises?).
You may say it was a matter of three hours, i'd like to say, it was a matter of a day in life(not talkin abt da time i was sleeping), yes tat's abt how long they were at my place, which actually speaking is a considerable time-period.But someone shud tell anjana(it'll b me ofcourse), tat wen she said this while leaving["its a torture to go away from here, but i ought to"],i was more humbled than ever.Cant just explain how i enjoyed ur company,its real torturous for me now wen words refrain to yield to my feelings.
however i think all i need to say, is tat you guys made my day!Here let me make a note of da guy who was in action behind all this, siddharth i.e.Hey buddy thanks for u knw wat.(not for ur visit). ok stop scratching ur head, i thanked u for tuning my guitar n giving me new chords n songs, tat's it!!As for da time u dedicated to me, while ur exams r on; i have like chatted wid u almost everyday of january(man tat easily counts for 24 hrs= 1 day!), u still owe me few more hrs.Dont worry, i still have lot to learn abt da guitar!
Preeti is one sweet girl tat i keep meeting,(thanks to pawar nagar ka bus).
So how do i conclude?, heheh, i shall say thanks to da nature tat came into force at rite time,n these old friends' made a house warming entry into my sweet little shed.Thank you rains or rather thanks CD(my friend), u surely r lucky for others!!
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
Wonder what you mean??
The one who makes you feel more
positive and practically so;
the one who threatens, not
to see you yield but strengthen
And you still wonder
what a good friend means?
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