Sometimes it becomes so important to unburden yourself...becoz you want to move faster and farther from where you are ....and also becoz the baggage you have on your shoulders is not worth the weight!Standing near a cliff-edge and a jump to the next peak needs all your strength and courage.You have to get rid of the baggage pulling you back.
Or may be you just want to move away from the cliff-edge because you have heard the faintest cracking of the rocks under your feet.And you are certain there's only seconds before the whole cliff comes tumbling down.All you want now is to throw away the baggage and run as fast as you can...so fast that neither you can listen to what your stupid heart says nor to what your oversmart brain orders!
Or it just may be the case where you found that there's only hypothetical cliff-edges and hypothetical baggage on your back ... It's just a dream you wished you could live where in both the previous situations would have pushed you to a roller-coaster of adrenaline rush!!!!
May be for a split second but would have meant that you lived your life "off the edge".
What am I talking about????
I myself don't know!
Monday, May 3, 2010
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Maa Tere Haathon Ke Sparsh Ki Kami Mehsoos Karta Hoon ...
Maa, tere hathon ke sparsh ki kami mehsoos karta hun,
Par in parayon ke bheed me kehne se bhi darta hun,
Kya pata koi samjhe ya dutkaar de
Isliye apni bhavnaaon ka zikr in panktiyon me karta hun.
Maa,tere hathon ke sparsh ki kami mehsoos karta hun.
Mil jaaye kisi ko har or waah-waahi
Thaat bhi mil jayen bhale hi shahi
Mamta ki chaaon bina nahi hai aanchal pura
Main usi aanchal ki talaash karta phirta hun
Maa,tere hathon ke sparsh ki kami mehsoos karta hun.
Raam ko bhi mili hogi jab maa se judai
Kaanpa hoga unka bhi mann,Pran hogi kanth tak aayi,
Par wo to purushottam the jo ye anyaay bhi seh gaye
Main to nahi hun raam!
Phir kyun kiya mujhe khudse alag?
Main isi sawaal ka zawaab dhundha karta hun
Maa,tere hathon ke sparsh ki kami mehsoos karta hun.
Maa,mujhe yaad hai tera apne khane se mere liye mithaiyan alag karna
Papa ke daant dene pe pyar se sar pe hath pherna
Jahan ladkhadane lagun wahan khud sambhalne ki hidayaten dena
Maa,mujhe sabkuch yaad hai par main tujhe yaad karta hun!
Maa,tere haathon k sparsh ki kami mehsoos karta hun.
"This poem I wrote when I was in std.IX and I was away from my family as always.I remember it was raining that day and as all "Poets in head" would agree that rain certainly imbibes Emotional seeds into your minds....most of the time concerning your girlfriend/boyfriend....this time it was for Mom.I love you mummy.
Par in parayon ke bheed me kehne se bhi darta hun,
Kya pata koi samjhe ya dutkaar de
Isliye apni bhavnaaon ka zikr in panktiyon me karta hun.
Maa,tere hathon ke sparsh ki kami mehsoos karta hun.
Mil jaaye kisi ko har or waah-waahi
Thaat bhi mil jayen bhale hi shahi
Mamta ki chaaon bina nahi hai aanchal pura
Main usi aanchal ki talaash karta phirta hun
Maa,tere hathon ke sparsh ki kami mehsoos karta hun.
Raam ko bhi mili hogi jab maa se judai
Kaanpa hoga unka bhi mann,Pran hogi kanth tak aayi,
Par wo to purushottam the jo ye anyaay bhi seh gaye
Main to nahi hun raam!
Phir kyun kiya mujhe khudse alag?
Main isi sawaal ka zawaab dhundha karta hun
Maa,tere hathon ke sparsh ki kami mehsoos karta hun.
Maa,mujhe yaad hai tera apne khane se mere liye mithaiyan alag karna
Papa ke daant dene pe pyar se sar pe hath pherna
Jahan ladkhadane lagun wahan khud sambhalne ki hidayaten dena
Maa,mujhe sabkuch yaad hai par main tujhe yaad karta hun!
Maa,tere haathon k sparsh ki kami mehsoos karta hun.
"This poem I wrote when I was in std.IX and I was away from my family as always.I remember it was raining that day and as all "Poets in head" would agree that rain certainly imbibes Emotional seeds into your minds....most of the time concerning your girlfriend/boyfriend....this time it was for Mom.I love you mummy.
Something about the (Beautiful) Life...
(This post is a replica of one of my earlier posts.)
But as of now my life is back on track and I am doing just fine again.
May be I have understood what Bill Gates once said,
Sometimes it keeps me thinking as to how our lives are designed or run by the one
sitting above...!How he decides what to give you and what to me....or may be take
away from you and me!Why he makes some people really lucky while others not so
lucky?Well u know I really don't think these things so often 'coz I 'believe' that
I take life as it comes (Which History shows I really dont!But everyone has the
right to think good about himself.. ;) ) and don't want to indulge myself into the
questions which do not have obvious answers.
I read an article today and it basically dealt with the concept of 'Unfair Play of Life' and how most of us expect life to be good to us...which does not happen
all the time.Everytime something wrong happens to us ...we think within our souls,"This is not what I deserve!!!" Don't we?
To this the author quoted Marcus Cole's words,
" Wouldn't it be much worse if life were fair and all the terrible things that happen to us,come because we actually deserve them?So now take comfort in the general hostility and unfairness of the Universe."
Cool!Isn't it?I mean I had the worst phase of my life once (Worst so far!) and it seemed that what I have got is not what I deserved. All my life I have always tried to do good to people, least harm them... why do I got that treatment from life! I certainly didn't deserve it. The first instinct of mine was of extreme loathing towards everything, everyone around me, towards everyone who was happy. But life moved on ... the inner hatred made me commit some more regrettable mistakes.
Time went by and one day I sat down to calculate my good times and my bad times. Started with my date of birth and chronically wrote everything (Well almost everything!) that has ever happened to me. Assigned each incident a "G" or a "B" for Good or Bad respectively. This exercise had two "G" effects :
1> It made me go back to all good times once again and feel the happiness of that period. Bad times didn't hurt at all because what I was going through then was worse than those.
2> I could very well see that the "Gs" in my life exceeded "Bs" by a huge margin. I could see that most of the time PEOPLE around me have been benign and good to me. Most of the time LUCK has favored me to accomplish what I probably couldn't have. Got LOVE and TRUST and the ability to carry my loved one's EXPECTATIONS and RESPECT.
Time went by and one day I sat down to calculate my good times and my bad times. Started with my date of birth and chronically wrote everything (Well almost everything!) that has ever happened to me. Assigned each incident a "G" or a "B" for Good or Bad respectively. This exercise had two "G" effects :
1> It made me go back to all good times once again and feel the happiness of that period. Bad times didn't hurt at all because what I was going through then was worse than those.
2> I could very well see that the "Gs" in my life exceeded "Bs" by a huge margin. I could see that most of the time PEOPLE around me have been benign and good to me. Most of the time LUCK has favored me to accomplish what I probably couldn't have. Got LOVE and TRUST and the ability to carry my loved one's EXPECTATIONS and RESPECT.
So what if something went wrong this time. God (If there is one!) never promised me that he'll not let me see bad times my entire life. If something has gone wrong then let it be so. If I can do anything to better it, I would do ...If I can't then accept it and move on.
And although at that time, this idea didn't cure my wound, it certainly eased my pain. I agreed not to resist or crib against life and let it take its own course. It took a long time.
And although at that time, this idea didn't cure my wound, it certainly eased my pain. I agreed not to resist or crib against life and let it take its own course. It took a long time.
But as of now my life is back on track and I am doing just fine again. Things that happened at those time made me learn a lot about life and
relationships.
I have learnt that there is no point complaining about each and everything.
I have learnt that success and failure are the crest and troughs of a wave
and you need to be patient at both ends.
I have learnt that success and failure are the crest and troughs of a wave
and you need to be patient at both ends.
May be I have understood what Bill Gates once said,
"Life is not fair;Get used to it!"
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Road, Movie, Autoricksaw.
Don't take it as a review of the latest movie (Road,Movie) but obviously somewhere the effect and after-effect of the movie is involved.
So after spending the whole idle Saturday, well, idly ... at around 7:54 PM we decided to go to a movie and of all the 3-4 movies running now , Abhay Deol's class act of Dev D weighted heavier than others. And when we were almost ready to leave, a friend of mine told that the reviews aren't good for the movie. The show was to start at around 11 PM and I was a bit worried about the conveyance. But keeping all incertitudes aside, we finally left for the movie. We had five consecutive seats and a separate seat in the previous row. I chose to sit at the other end of the 5-consecutive seats partly hoping a good luck that some cute girl might have the seat next to me.Although at that time of night,it was quite unlikely but our heart never stops hoping.Isnt'it ?
Well the hope wasn't fulfilled.
The movie has good pace and some quirk verbiage which was quite expected of it.The protagonist Vishnu has to deliver some old movie reels and an archaic projector to some friend of his uncle on a 1943 Chevrolet truck and the road to some 'Samudrabagh' (City beside a Sea) was not known to him. So, see how the makers arrived at the name (Road,Movie ;) ). So his journey begins and on the way he meets different people who then become his mates on the journey. A young boy who despite working in a road-side tea stall in some hopeless village knows what 'Star bucks' is!!! A mechanic who could start the forlorn truck every time it breaks down and run the projector too. A widow (and apparently the heroine), who is in search of water, with a profound sense of liberalism quite unlikely of women of such backward areas. But it's a movie and we accept everything!
So they meet a policeman on the way and their only bail out from his evil intensions were the movies. They arrange a show for him and escape somehow.It seemed the movie is about how Cinema connects everyone everywhere.
Then there were few women searching water for days and singing a rajasthani (more likely marwari) song. The scarcity of water and how it pushes human modesty to its brink is very nicely picturized and made us believe that may be the film is about 'save water' theme.
Then the movie takes the funniest twist. They come across the 'Dacoits of Water'. The leader of the herd,who by the way can speak pretty correct english, threatens to kill vishnu and take away the heroine.Fully filmi!!! But the stalwart that our vishnu is ... he gives them a hair-pulling lecture on virility ("Mardangi") and how his father's brand of hair-oil (Oh I forgot that part!) Atma hair oil can make them 'Mard' (!!!!&#^@$!$#&$). They fall for his trap and exchange a liter of water for every bottle of the hair-oil.
As expected he gives the water to the wandering soul in the desert and moves on for rest of the journey.The mechanic dies all of a sudden and the damsel in distress returns to her clan taking the boy with her.
The movie ends here and still we couldn't fully understand the motive of the movie.Anyways,it was not worth inferring too.
The after-effect of the movie lasted long.The auto-rickshaw we hired kept breaking down every now and then and we finally had to leave it and look for another one.It was about to pull out when suddenly the driver realized that he is out of gas.The third one was taking eternity to come to a bargain but when a fourth one came, he suddenly jumped onto his feet. The fourth one's auto-rickshaw kept making uncomfortable sounds and we were not completely sure if it would safely take us to our flat.Thankfully,we reached.
So,when I was about to retire on bed... only one thing kept clangoring my mind:
"Aatma tel lagaya,Baal sar bhar paaya...baaki sab maaya!!!"
What the hell!
So after spending the whole idle Saturday, well, idly ... at around 7:54 PM we decided to go to a movie and of all the 3-4 movies running now , Abhay Deol's class act of Dev D weighted heavier than others. And when we were almost ready to leave, a friend of mine told that the reviews aren't good for the movie. The show was to start at around 11 PM and I was a bit worried about the conveyance. But keeping all incertitudes aside, we finally left for the movie. We had five consecutive seats and a separate seat in the previous row. I chose to sit at the other end of the 5-consecutive seats partly hoping a good luck that some cute girl might have the seat next to me.Although at that time of night,it was quite unlikely but our heart never stops hoping.Isnt'it ?
Well the hope wasn't fulfilled.
The movie has good pace and some quirk verbiage which was quite expected of it.The protagonist Vishnu has to deliver some old movie reels and an archaic projector to some friend of his uncle on a 1943 Chevrolet truck and the road to some 'Samudrabagh' (City beside a Sea) was not known to him. So, see how the makers arrived at the name (Road,Movie ;) ). So his journey begins and on the way he meets different people who then become his mates on the journey. A young boy who despite working in a road-side tea stall in some hopeless village knows what 'Star bucks' is!!! A mechanic who could start the forlorn truck every time it breaks down and run the projector too. A widow (and apparently the heroine), who is in search of water, with a profound sense of liberalism quite unlikely of women of such backward areas. But it's a movie and we accept everything!
So they meet a policeman on the way and their only bail out from his evil intensions were the movies. They arrange a show for him and escape somehow.It seemed the movie is about how Cinema connects everyone everywhere.
Then there were few women searching water for days and singing a rajasthani (more likely marwari) song. The scarcity of water and how it pushes human modesty to its brink is very nicely picturized and made us believe that may be the film is about 'save water' theme.
Then the movie takes the funniest twist. They come across the 'Dacoits of Water'. The leader of the herd,who by the way can speak pretty correct english, threatens to kill vishnu and take away the heroine.Fully filmi!!! But the stalwart that our vishnu is ... he gives them a hair-pulling lecture on virility ("Mardangi") and how his father's brand of hair-oil (Oh I forgot that part!) Atma hair oil can make them 'Mard' (!!!!&#^@$!$#&$). They fall for his trap and exchange a liter of water for every bottle of the hair-oil.
As expected he gives the water to the wandering soul in the desert and moves on for rest of the journey.The mechanic dies all of a sudden and the damsel in distress returns to her clan taking the boy with her.The movie ends here and still we couldn't fully understand the motive of the movie.Anyways,it was not worth inferring too.
The after-effect of the movie lasted long.The auto-rickshaw we hired kept breaking down every now and then and we finally had to leave it and look for another one.It was about to pull out when suddenly the driver realized that he is out of gas.The third one was taking eternity to come to a bargain but when a fourth one came, he suddenly jumped onto his feet. The fourth one's auto-rickshaw kept making uncomfortable sounds and we were not completely sure if it would safely take us to our flat.Thankfully,we reached.
So,when I was about to retire on bed... only one thing kept clangoring my mind:
"Aatma tel lagaya,Baal sar bhar paaya...baaki sab maaya!!!"
What the hell!
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