hope...

Someone has very rightly said,
" Iss paar priye madhu hai, tum ho
Uss paar naa jaane kya hoga !! "

Those strangers seem to have blurred away with the fine light of friendship. Those which seem to be self-obsessed souls have now become the part of my survival. Such is the magic in relationships which can instill hope into the hopeless, can drag back the souls on the brink of disaster into a merry land. This life would make you learn the lessons, one could never imagined them to exist. Times of solitude are turning, not so fast, yet beautifully displaying the horizon of new life. Life is beautiful rather it was never terrible before. Looking back to the older darker times, i could see the fine glow of hope at that time too.

People talk of survival of the fittest, those could bear the hard times with the tough nuts. As far as i knew myself, neither i posses those nuts nor the bliss of being fittest. Talking about those unspoken words with myself only, it never felt so nice, yet i let the wind passed away silently. Those long-gone cherished memories, expectations of my loved ones came to my rescue under those harrowed times. Yes, i have passed the test. I have come out holding aloft the torch of hope. It was tough, yet my mind disagrees.

The essence of the toughest part of my life:

Never let the shimmering lights of hope to wipe out from your life,
the dawn would break very soon bringing back those moments,
about which one could only dreamt of ...

hope...

Someone has very rightly said,
" Iss paar priye madhu hai, tum ho
Uss paar naa jaane kya hoga !! "Those strangers seem to have blurred away with the fine light of friendship. Those which seem to be self-obsessed souls have now become the part of my survival. Such is the magic in relationships which can instill hope into the hopeless, can drag back the souls on the brink of disaster into a merry land. This life would make you learn the lessons, one could never imagined them to exist. Times of solitude are turning, not so fast, yet beautifully displaying the horizon of new life. Life is beautiful rather it was never terrible before. Looking back to the older darker times, i could see the fine glow of hope at that time too.People talk of survival of the fittest, those could bear the hard times with the tough nuts. As far as i knew myself, neither i posses those nuts nor the bliss of being fittest. Talking about those unspoken words with myself only, it never felt so nice, yet i let the wind passed away silently. Those long-gone cherished memories, expectations of my loved ones came to my rescue under those harrowed times. Yes, i have passed the test. I have come out holding aloft the torch of hope. It was tough, yet my mind disagrees.

The essence of the toughest part of my life:

Never let the shimmering lights of hope to wipe out from your life,
the dawn would break very soon bringing back those moments,
about which one could only dreamt of ...

struggle of, so called, life..

People used to say: “There are two ways of living the life. One way is to lead it under the trodden path of the corrupted system, bearing the hard times of apartheid the way they come; and the other way is to make the system work, the way you want it to be.”

Obviously second thought pinched hard on the high headed egos. Yes, one would always prefer to possess an upper hand in system, but how many get the chance to do so? Mostly people prefer to live, rather exist, as it comes to them. Being young, I always wanted to be a system of my own. A system with no loop-holes or rules being shredded all over and I did it to some extent as well. A question keeps popping in my mind.

For whom am I lamenting my life?

People would come up with countless solutions. I am doing it for my country; my country deserves the reverence from its countrymen. An adolescent mind always wants to become the change which it wants to see. He/she has no shackles of responsibilities to bind. No barricades obstructing the noble voyage for the society. But why those spirits run out of fuel in a decade or so? Hunger is the veiled cause behind wiping out the roaring spirits. The fight for one’s own survival takes place instead of those. Money becomes the sole aim in one’s life. Nothing else I want, nothing else could soothe my mind. What else then? It is money, my dear.

Yet one may find the flock far away from this money making business, far away from the guttered lanes of rich crocodiles. Somewhere disrupting the bad deeds, eliminating the scaffoldings of corruption business, obviously one is lamenting his/her life for the real cause; hence justifying his/her existence in this world.

But why am I sharing such things over this post? Am I feeling remorseful for shrugging off my responsibilities? It may be the reason for this outburst. If not so, I may be doing things off the screen for bringing back the pleasure to wounded souls of many, but it never really pleases me much. Do more for a little smile you would like to see on your face in hard times. Not so far, just take out a step or two out of your place, you will find the noble cause lying untidy losing the attention of many not-so-clean souls deliberately. I hope you got one. If not, look again…

struggle of, so called, life..

People used to say: “There are two ways of living the life. One way is to lead it under the trodden path of the corrupted system, bearing the hard times of apartheid the way they come; and the other way is to make the system work, the way you want it to be.”

Obviously second thought pinched hard on the high headed egos. Yes, one would always prefer to possess an upper hand in system, but how many get the chance to do so? Mostly people prefer to live, rather exist, as it comes to them. Being young, I always wanted to be a system of my own. A system with no loop-holes or rules being shredded all over and I did it to some extent as well. A question keeps popping in my mind.

For whom am I lamenting my life?

People would come up with countless solutions. I am doing it for my country; my country deserves the reverence from its countrymen. An adolescent mind always wants to become the change which it wants to see. He/she has no shackles of responsibilities to bind. No barricades obstructing the noble voyage for the society. But why those spirits run out of fuel in a decade or so? Hunger is the veiled cause behind wiping out the roaring spirits. The fight for one’s own survival takes place instead of those. Money becomes the sole aim in one’s life. Nothing else I want, nothing else could soothe my mind. What else then? It is money, my dear.

Yet one may find the flock far away from this money making business, far away from the guttered lanes of rich crocodiles. Somewhere disrupting the bad deeds, eliminating the scaffoldings of corruption business, obviously one is lamenting his/her life for the real cause; hence justifying his/her existence in this world.

But why am I sharing such things over this post? Am I feeling remorseful for shrugging off my responsibilities? It may be the reason for this outburst. If not so, I may be doing things off the screen for bringing back the pleasure to wounded souls of many, but it never really pleases me much. Do more for a little smile you would like to see on your face in hard times. Not so far, just take out a step or two out of your place, you will find the noble cause lying untidy losing the attention of many not-so-clean souls deliberately. I hope you got one. If not, look again…

It was a very straight road. The drive was very smooth flaunting with the emotions of my heart. Those lights were shining brightly spattering over the front glass. There were no barricades. No one was concerned about the trespassers. Green trees were enjoying the ride with the soft gushes of air. The road was straight, very straight.

Exactly it locates my destination. One day will make it to that point....

It was a very straight road. The drive was very smooth flaunting with the emotions of my heart. Those lights were shining brightly spattering over the front glass. There were no barricades. No one was concerned about the trespassers. Green trees were enjoying the ride with the soft gushes of air. The road was straight, very straight.

Exactly it locates my destination. One day will make it to that point....

Survived without money..

Where was luck involved? And why that post never ended actually even though i wrapped it up in chaotic manner.

That lad was not some invincible, just a simple soul rendering over this earth. He seems to be running with no aim whatsoever, yet had possessed some sharp binding force which could make anyone retrace the path. Anxiously mulled,"Five for both". Money was the binding factor. It was getting dark with every passing moment and he was packing the things as if fear was intensifying with settling dusk. My reply was straight-forward, hence blunt too,"I shall pay you four times but not cash". It was not just another question, asked to choose one; survival or money. He seemed not much convinced or concerned about the future. Nevertheless his eyes were resembling the rarest pearl crystals which had never learnt to look down upon. He went with survival and money lost it. Lost it dramatically with never a hope of emerging as winner.

Do not ask me the reasons for it. I really want to pen down the thoughts bursting inside my heart that impending night. It was special in many ways. Sheer thought of that lad could fade the gloomy times. One more matchless soul was sacrificed to the dark and i could not lift a single finger to help him...

Survived without money..

Where was luck involved? And why that post never ended actually even though i wrapped it up in chaotic manner.

That lad was not some invincible, just a simple soul rendering over this earth. He seems to be running with no aim whatsoever, yet had possessed some sharp binding force which could make anyone retrace the path. Anxiously mulled,"Five for both". Money was the binding factor. It was getting dark with every passing moment and he was packing the things as if fear was intensifying with settling dusk. My reply was straight-forward, hence blunt too,"I shall pay you four times but not cash". It was not just another question, asked to choose one; survival or money. He seemed not much convinced or concerned about the future. Nevertheless his eyes were resembling the rarest pearl crystals which had never learnt to look down upon. He went with survival and money lost it. Lost it dramatically with never a hope of emerging as winner.

Do not ask me the reasons for it. I really want to pen down the thoughts bursting inside my heart that impending night. It was special in many ways. Sheer thought of that lad could fade the gloomy times. One more matchless soul was sacrificed to the dark and i could not lift a single finger to help him...

Today i want to post some thing which could soothe my mellow heart. Already being at home for last 48 hours, feels great under the lap of sun where i spent handsome amount building up my character.

Struggle, it is the essence of everything It may be building up a carrier or a persona. Unless one doesn't feel the heat one can't get the real worth of anything. Teachers and leaders would go on piling up the innovative enthusiastic speeches over the various topics, they do nothing, at least on my part. One could nod spontaneously but final predicament always comes from the heart and hearts are not so easy to be swayed upon by few words of wisdom. One needs hard lessons to get the concepts swallow through the neck. Life is a hard teacher, it should be hard.

Luck. It matters most when one feels hapless. One day looking out for some world map on a roadside shop, my eyes stole a glance over a guy who seemed to be born intelligent. How it would be possible? One wearing spectacles or carrying a laptop never makes you feel geeky, it is your persona which posses the unique odour. That guy was already staring at me as if concealing some thoughts. I approached," How much?". Expecting the same from me, rapidly fired one at me," Five for both". Again a twist," what if i pay you twenty instead of five but not in cash". Here came the reply which i never expected from any soul with such grit and genuineness. I agreed the same moment. Both went their way smiling.

Where was luck involved in the latter. Why i changed the topic from struggle to luck? That one incident at Karol bagh gave me fair idea of dealings taking place in this world. These two words are the crux for every happening or mis-happening.

Those two persons, walking in opposite directions (smiling), were possessing these two acuities. One smiling for his luck at the moment, yet other was carrying it in true meanings. Other was smiling for his sheer luck ignoring the dire consequences of the struggle....

happy independence day..

One more time to relive the historical moment of independence of India.
15th august, 1947 a day soothed the bruises of many sacrificed and laid down souls. Those sacrifices could never fade away yet nobody bothers to remind oneself his/her responsibilities. I admit the same with shameless eyes. Nothing much to say as i shudder my responsibilities too. Yet one day will do the justice with my duties.
HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY.....

Today i want to post some thing which could soothe my mellow heart. Already being at home for last 48 hours, feels great under the lap of sun where i spent handsome amount building up my character.

Struggle, it is the essence of everything It may be building up a carrier or a persona. Unless one doesn't feel the heat one can't get the real worth of anything. Teachers and leaders would go on piling up the innovative enthusiastic speeches over the various topics, they do nothing, at least on my part. One could nod spontaneously but final predicament always comes from the heart and hearts are not so easy to be swayed upon by few words of wisdom. One needs hard lessons to get the concepts swallow through the neck. Life is a hard teacher, it should be hard.

Luck. It matters most when one feels hapless. One day looking out for some world map on a roadside shop, my eyes stole a glance over a guy who seemed to be born intelligent. How it would be possible? One wearing spectacles or carrying a laptop never makes you feel geeky, it is your persona which posses the unique odour. That guy was already staring at me as if concealing some thoughts. I approached," How much?". Expecting the same from me, rapidly fired one at me," Five for both". Again a twist," what if i pay you twenty instead of five but not in cash". Here came the reply which i never expected from any soul with such grit and genuineness. I agreed the same moment. Both went their way smiling.

Where was luck involved in the latter. Why i changed the topic from struggle to luck? That one incident at Karol bagh gave me fair idea of dealings taking place in this world. These two words are the crux for every happening or mis-happening.

Those two persons, walking in opposite directions (smiling), were possessing these two acuities. One smiling for his luck at the moment, yet other was carrying it in true meanings. Other was smiling for his sheer luck ignoring the dire consequences of the struggle....

happy independence day..

One more time to relive the historical moment of independence of India.
15th august, 1947 a day soothed the bruises of many sacrificed and laid down souls. Those sacrifices could never fade away yet nobody bothers to remind oneself his/her responsibilities. I admit the same with shameless eyes. Nothing much to say as i shudder my responsibilities too. Yet one day will do the justice with my duties.
HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY.....

a memory beholded !!

Bronze medal...Leander Paes....................1996 Atlanta Olympics
Bronze medal...Karnam Malleshwari.......2000 Sydney Olympics
Silver medal.....Rajyawardhan Rathore...2004 Athens Olmpics

Gold medal..Abhinav Bindra........2008 Beijing Olympics

Everyday picking up newspaper to see my country's name in that list of top sports person, yet content with lower grades for last 12 years. This time it has made every Indian proud. Surely no more moments of remorse, no more lowering of eyes upon hearing Olympics and above all, a day which shall be imprinted in golden words in a pile of dark pages.

You made my day, for which i waited for last two decades with wishful eyes and finally that wait is over. This moment would enlighten the lives of many for the years to come..

a memory beholded !!

Bronze medal...Leander Paes....................1996 Atlanta Olympics
Bronze medal...Karnam Malleshwari.......2000 Sydney Olympics
Silver medal.....Rajyawardhan Rathore...2004 Athens Olmpics

Gold medal..Abhinav Bindra........2008 Beijing Olympics

Everyday picking up newspaper to see my country's name in that list of top sports person, yet content with lower grades for last 12 years. This time it has made every Indian proud. Surely no more moments of remorse, no more lowering of eyes upon hearing Olympics and above all, a day which shall be imprinted in golden words in a pile of dark pages.

You made my day, for which i waited for last two decades with wishful eyes and finally that wait is over. This moment would enlighten the lives of many for the years to come..

Thank the heavens.
It is once again clinging so dearly to the chirping benches, singing the merry song in unison with the world which was once haunted by the dark shadows; had it stayed for some longer time the results could be horrendous. Yet time heals the deepest of scars bruised over the mentals, perpetually doing its wonderful work for the endless decades. Just two beautiful lines could some up this blossom for me:

"ISS PAAR PRIYE MADHU HAI TUM HO,

USS PAAR NAA JAANE KYA HOGA"

-Harivansh Rai Bachchan

It is indeed the most beautiful lines my eyes have ever glanced at...

Thank the heavens.
It is once again clinging so dearly to the chirping benches, singing the merry song in unison with the world which was once haunted by the dark shadows; had it stayed for some longer time the results could be horrendous. Yet time heals the deepest of scars bruised over the mentals, perpetually doing its wonderful work for the endless decades. Just two beautiful lines could some up this blossom for me:

"ISS PAAR PRIYE MADHU HAI TUM HO,

USS PAAR NAA JAANE KYA HOGA"

-Harivansh Rai Bachchan

It is indeed the most beautiful lines my eyes have ever glanced at...

take me to the shore...

Last week went bizarre. I had pre-conceived plans to implement, some inborn notions to execute yet it all ended leaving me dumbfounded and heart-broken. I was feeling hapless, thoughts to quit were bulging in my mind yet i gave it another try. Circumstances had changed with spell-bound magic as if they were alerting me of disaster burgeoning on its way. Hell broke out on monday (4th august) with the settle of dusk when i left office. Next three days are beyond my imagination to spell once again. I cannot recall those moments of extreme insanities my mind underwent. I felt acuities surging out of my heart to write about those moments too but simply irresistible were those scary times.

I would love to recall the best i reaped out of those times.
a) Sunday which i spent with my college friends at connaught place and many other places.
b) Tuesday when my confirmation at dwarka designing centre came.
c) Wednesday night spent at ccd with bhuvnesh for the last time at malviya nagar.
d) Thursday, two hour journey from dwarka to malviya nagar in bus 764 (Do not ask me why??. My answer would be," rain !!")

Again coming back to senses and connecting the broken chords of melody with my life. Those joyous days are never gone forever, always etched in my heart clinging to my memory. Neither the present is hollow nor the past was stupendous, the prima behind this sudden collapse are the changing times. No one can get hold on future or could get rid of past; nor one can overt the future or could remain stuck to the past, only the silent acceptence with the change is worth a praise.

Keep flowing with the bay. One day they will take you to the shore...

take me to the shore...

Last week went bizarre. I had pre-conceived plans to implement, some inborn notions to execute yet it all ended leaving me dumbfounded and heart-broken. I was feeling hapless, thoughts to quit were bulging in my mind yet i gave it another try. Circumstances had changed with spell-bound magic as if they were alerting me of disaster burgeoning on its way. Hell broke out on monday (4th august) with the settle of dusk when i left office. Next three days are beyond my imagination to spell once again. I cannot recall those moments of extreme insanities my mind underwent. I felt acuities surging out of my heart to write about those moments too but simply irresistible were those scary times.

I would love to recall the best i reaped out of those times.
a) Sunday which i spent with my college friends at connaught place and many other places.
b) Tuesday when my confirmation at dwarka designing centre came.
c) Wednesday night spent at ccd with bhuvnesh for the last time at malviya nagar.
d) Thursday, two hour journey from dwarka to malviya nagar in bus 764 (Do not ask me why??. My answer would be," rain !!")

Again coming back to senses and connecting the broken chords of melody with my life. Those joyous days are never gone forever, always etched in my heart clinging to my memory. Neither the present is hollow nor the past was stupendous, the prima behind this sudden collapse are the changing times. No one can get hold on future or could get rid of past; nor one can overt the future or could remain stuck to the past, only the silent acceptence with the change is worth a praise.

Keep flowing with the bay. One day they will take you to the shore...

Finally shining..

Very peculiar thing about this life is that it shapes up as per destiny, yet everybody tries its best to mould it as his/her longings. I pushed every limit beyond the escapable reach, finally caressing the scars over my heart sitting alone in my room. Few droplets of rain are still reeling over glass pane after yesterday’s downpour or it may be the fresh moisture sticking to glass. I am least concerned for its origin; essence is the presence of happiness in watching those drops sliding down the pane. Glancing outside at the noise-free metro running at its laid down path is a pleasant scene. Even the slight shriek noise of metro halt could pierce through the silence persisting in the room. Light diverging through the every corner in room carries the warmth wrapped under the shivering weather.

All in all, life is glittering at its very best…

Finally shining..

Very peculiar thing about this life is that it shapes up as per destiny, yet everybody tries its best to mould it as his/her longings. I pushed every limit beyond the escapable reach, finally caressing the scars over my heart sitting alone in my room. Few droplets of rain are still reeling over glass pane after yesterday’s downpour or it may be the fresh moisture sticking to glass. I am least concerned for its origin; essence is the presence of happiness in watching those drops sliding down the pane. Glancing outside at the noise-free metro running at its laid down path is a pleasant scene. Even the slight shriek noise of metro halt could pierce through the silence persisting in the room. Light diverging through the every corner in room carries the warmth wrapped under the shivering weather.

All in all, life is glittering at its very best…

Life is a total mess. Sometimes it seems preferable to quit and lay down in my room closing my eyes for the whole day. But this corporate world is like a D gang. Once you entered there is no exit..

Site: Dwarka

Life contains all the ingredients to make it interesting. Designing of power transformers and overhauling of single phase transformers, it needs nothing else to continue forever. But i wish i could carry on with the same thinking. Job is not all about work, probably it is everything but work. Anybody can do the work, but survival in organization is real task for which one is paid.

Today i don't have much time to share the grey shades, getting even darker in this sprint of time. Give me time. I shall share the every thought that criss-crossed my mind in this forgetful week. Just three more days, a big post would be waiting anxiously to consume your precious time. Till then, spill it doing orkutting.That is my second best past time thing..

Take care...

Life is a total mess. Sometimes it seems preferable to quit and lay down in my room closing my eyes for the whole day. But this corporate world is like a D gang. Once you entered there is no exit..

Site: Dwarka

Life contains all the ingredients to make it interesting. Designing of power transformers and overhauling of single phase transformers, it needs nothing else to continue forever. But i wish i could carry on with the same thinking. Job is not all about work, probably it is everything but work. Anybody can do the work, but survival in organization is real task for which one is paid.

Today i don't have much time to share the grey shades, getting even darker in this sprint of time. Give me time. I shall share the every thought that criss-crossed my mind in this forgetful week. Just three more days, a big post would be waiting anxiously to consume your precious time. Till then, spill it doing orkutting.That is my second best past time thing..

Take care...