Luvvaby-

Love in life awaits a lucky chance
For sure, it knocks the heart's door atleast once
One waits for the bell to stike in despair
Loosing all the transparent sight in the air
Love is in thickest of its form everywhere
In air, in the lovely breeze, and in every particle of life
Nevertheless the rays of it elude, leaving me in strife.

PS: Apunke Chinky ke liye intezaar kartha hua...ek munna bahi :)

Just some crap! :-)

Poor boy

Not a new story in the store
But just another folkore
A boy, a girl and some fine moments
Is the fuzzy meaning at its core
Not so long ago, were they unfamiliar
Some force dragged them closer
Out of mind was he,
submerged in surreal world
Jingles were his sole company
Till her words filled the void, be that any
Sometimes That was like a hurricane
The rest, as they say, was all pain
All of a sudden there seemed infinite silence
Leaving the poor boy yearn for the effervescence
Nobody knows how the pain leans
Till one sees the dreams vanish, by all means.

Potpourri

It has been a month or so since I have written a post for myself even though lot of events perturbed my mundane life and gave me ample chance to ink something. I met bunch of my good-old childhood friends on net (finally I convinced myself that internet has its own pluses). And, sharing each others Deja vu, I have been on a time-travel to the age-of-innocence. Not to self-glorify myself, I am amazed being able to recall almost all my friends names appended with thier initials too. Names, nick-names, class rankings of the individuals, whose-favourite-is-who, fun time at late evening tuitions, and what not, everything scrolled infront of my eyes in black and white picture, as good as any flash-back scene in Mani rathnam's films. Reminiscences of the past took me to a intangible real world where I played non-olympic sports like marble-shooting, enjoyed sleep under the shades on all summer mornings, listening to dracula stories from my mom and dreamt a lot about upcoming Diwali festival. Pheww! All gone as a matter of time. Seems the Paradise is Lost! But I am glad that I have regained a piece of it. Believe or not, there are atleast a heap of situational songs that can transit our soul and heart to the desired time and place. Here it goes!!

http://www.musicindiaonline.com/p/x/oBQmAVDdNt.As1NMvHdW/

The next big (crappy) thing apart from writing I have been into....
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wait a second! I think I need to alert you before you move ahead.
Statutory warning: Could be as shocking as an uninformed Tsunami hitting you!

To put it simple, I am into drawing these days!!! I am not kidding :)

And forgot to say, happy labour-day!! I truly believe that any MNC employed professional has every right to celebrate this day as any other worker. Infact it applies more to us than anybody else, as most others enjoy their private time in Summer!

See you Comrades!

Comarade Union Zindaabaad!! :)

Love-Life

Love in life awaits a lucky chance
For sure, it knocks the heart's door atleast once
One waits for the bell to stike in despair
Loosing all the transparent sight in air
Love is in thickest of its form everywhere
In air, in the lovely breeze, and in every particle of life
Nevertheless the rays of it elude, leaving me in strife.

PS: Apunke Chinky ke liye intezaar kartha hua...ek munna bahi :)

Rediscovering my blog

I reluctantly start writing a blog everytime, but sooner realize that its worth writing. And so here is one after such a long time that I had to dig in a pool of "Khulja sim-sim"s to login on to my own blog account. To pool up how life has been playing cards with me and folks around, I thought its a good idea to put all in ink. One wonderful thing about writing, ofcourse there are N in number, is that it gives clarity about ones own thoughts (wierd though) and triggers the poetic human facet inside.

The most difficult thing, I suppose for the moment, is trying to be passionate about doing something when you are clueless on how to do it. No wild guesses! I am doing it now, attempting to post a new blog on the board and keep my score ticking :-). I read through lot of wonderful blogs these days. They kept my adrenaline pumping and my inner breath pushed me writing one for myself.

I just prayed this year to be unusual, unimaginable and unforgettable for me. Yeah it has been so, but with the "un" in my prayer given zero weight. I am unfairly treated! Just for a moment on this 14th I felt extra-terrestrial, when I finished my day at work and saw people around me riding high with thier counterparts. For those, who are with me in a no-valentine world, cheer up! I got something for you! Basic Principles - "no matter what, no matter when, no matter who... any man has a chance to sweep any woman off her feet; he just needs the right broom". Blame Hitch being gender biased, but I believe the same principle applies to the universal sex; except that the feminine one do not need a broom to sweep a man off their feet, they just need to locate a frustrated 24 yr old singleton. I love this verse and yeah it applies effectively to anybody in the moody mood.

“..Alone is not a bad way to be;
it clears your head and focuses you on the journey.
Cherish the short intervals during the quest you have with others,
but be prepared to walk alone in the darkness.”

On the First day..my 24th new year ;)

Everything is might
Our Moods are bright
Lets Colour 2k7 day and night!!

I pray Him this year to be more eventful and colourful. Not to forget yester year's joyous moments and not to ponder over disappointments, instead take home points. Remembering the past and excited about the coming new times.... me@fantastcitimein2k7.co.in

Stay tuned Folks!!

One Fine Day...

That was a quick weekend trip. Last Sunday morning, myself and Kumar packed up the luggage and left our home half-heartedly thinking about the long work-week ahead. We intentionally left Seven hills early anticipating huge inflow of traffic in The city of vehicles on Sunday evenings. Kumar wore a huge smile since he met me that day. The reason was, which I found later, some serious fun stuff. He explained how his grandpa wished him the very best for his future endeavours (he wished Kumar scads of luck in his love life). I had to hide my tickling ribs and bones after hearing this from the guy who was famous for his Hanuman-batch-leader kinda image during our good-old engineering salad-days. Like any other class-toppers Kumar had displayed negative affinity towards the attracting portion of the class, striving to put up a decent image. And the result is all obvious. True to the fact that “absence makes heart grow fonder”, he is desperate to have time with somebody other than his old humdrum friends. And that day he seemed bottomsup. His grandpa’s wishes seemed to have given him a thunderbolt in his hand. I have to say that he felt like already having his lady-love under his arms.

Kumar had a pretty unusual day. Infact, I felt a bit more seeing him in blissful mood. That scorching afternoon the only passengers to board the bus were myself and our youthful Kumar in his new avtar. As the captain of bus switched to the next gear we saw a new passenger boarding the with a sprite bottle in his hand. Blunder! The newly arrived one is a stunningly beautiful young lady who looked like an oil-painting. Kumar had a surge of adrenalin having bore in his mind the very lucky-words by his Grandpa. Omen, I said. She sat in the seat next to Kumar and made my saintly-friend do unholy things. I never had a second chance peeping at her as I was obscured by Kumar’s relentlessly moving head trying to seek her attention. An hour passed and I saw nothing interesting and dozed off for a while. Few minutes later I saw the eight wonder of world taking place in the seat immediate to mine. It took me a minute to digest what is happening. Its our notorious female-unfriendly Kumar immersed in a genial chat with the gorgeous. I felt like going into a coma.

I surfaced from my sleep after feeling like inhaling a mix of gases in a chemistry laboratory. There we were, in the Majestic. I noticed vacuum occupying the Lady’s seat. And needless to say, Kumar wore a big smile and still in deep sleep. I was afraid to ask him about the lady, as he seemed to kiss me in overjoy. I let my anxiety go off and secured my cheeks. I patted him with a proud smile. It seemed like a gospel of success for my deserved friend. Totally absorbed in deep thoughts, all the night he sang loudly “Mujhe neend na aaye..hoo…na jaane kaha dil khogaya”. Consecutively for the second time that day, I felt exactly like him. Not able to sleep properly, I had no other go but to search for a piece of cotton to save my eardrums.

An Hour under Candle Light

Momentary loss of power in my little house called upon an immediate mission, Light-the-Candle. Suddenly it seemed like Im dropped into a new world minus the ear puncturing music which my ears got used to (thanks to my neighbours age-old music system) over a few months. For few minutes my ears were echoing some mix of sounds and slowly settled down to the state where I can feel the gentle rustles of the trees and the cool winter breeze.

After a long time (thanks to the uninterrupted power supply in the city), I experienced the unconditional silence which brought my restless brain to a complete stall. That gave me an opportunity to gaze at the only little bright object in my near distance. It’s a little amusing to see the small candle light up my small living room with light sufficient enough to reach the four corners. My mind was totally engaged in observing the little light swaying up and down and sometimes brighter and dimmer at the reach of the weak breeze. Recently read in some article that “Light is equivalent to ones spirit and Diwali marks the joy of human spirits”. These words seemed vague when I read, but made more sense to me after seeing light in the dark! This made me reconcile of the fact that “Eyes cannot see what Heart cannot feel”.

Swami and Me

Its wonderful if we can get back into time and seeback the childhood. The fragrance of the happiest of all seen/experienced in the past is something that imprints permanently in memory. The little cute, innocent, coward character that I adore very much is that of Swami (played brilliantly by Manjunath) created by the most versatile Indian writer R.K. Narayan. Telecasted by DD, when I was as young as Swami, added to the relishing no-work-all-play Sundays (some videos available in google videos).

Cool@COORG

That night (18th Aug'06) Nagu called on Anwar to enquire his arrival and there the fun all started...our De-tour to an unvisited place COORG. Prak was on his bus to Bangalore to meet us (ofcourse being challenged not to take risks with his extra outfits on his invisible body). Anwar met us near the wheels of Qualis only to know that he will not be safe for the next two days in the yet to takeoff adventure trip. We four (I, Nag, Annu, Ammu) set off to recieve the other companions. Whole night our mighty organizer (no wild guesses, its none other than our notorious Nagu) couldnt get sleep. And dozed off in the morning painting all the back of Praks seat with his saliva. Our new companion, Vasu, who was until then silent hit the fun-counter first. That sounded an early morning wakener to all with big laughs! ....To be Contd.

My quote collection

Sow a thought, reap an action
Sow an action, reap a habit
Sow a habit, reap a character
Sow a character, reap a destiny...Stephen covey in his Seven habits

The Journey of a thoudsand miles begins with a single step...Miyamoto Musashi

To love and be loved is to feel Sun from both sides...David Viscott

A thing of beauty is a joy forever...Leo Tolstoy

Subdue your appetites and you have conquered human nature...Charles Dickens

While I can run, I'll run;
While I can walk, I'll walk;
When I can crawl, I'll crawl;
But by the grace of God, I'll always be moving forward...Cavett Robert

The foolish man seeks happiness in the distance, the wise grows it under his f
eet...James Oppenhiem


Remember, if you ever need a helping hand, you'll find one at the end of your arm... As you grow older you will discover that you have two hands. One for helping yourself, the other for helping others.... AUDREY HEPBURN

Every cloud has a silver lining...UNKNOWN

Charity is not in giving a dog a piece of bread, its in sharing the same when you have only one...UNKNOWN

Don't be encumbered by history, go out and create something wonderful....PAUL

My debut one!

Hurraay!! atlast I started off with a one for me. I ll keep my updates soon!