Hmmm..

As you grow, quality of life degrades..

Your destiny will make you cry in a room full of deaf persons !!

A thought came..

On a bright sunny day, a thought came to my mind. " I have got ample of time to do things, but why these things are running short with me ". Sun was knocking over my head, eyes were feeling uneasiness, the same uneasiness which a new born baby feels when the sun's rays stuck the eyes first time. Bubbles sprouting from the sky (experience those while looking at the sun with naked eye, but with composed mind), one could sense the merry hovering in the sky. I have had enough time staring at the flying birds, mind totally bogged down by the emptiness of thoughts. Walking with bare feet over the green lawn, I always crib for my unheard wishes. Rendered thoughts splashing over the perch of mind, pages dancing to and fro with light gushes of chilled breeze. Few drops spilling from the coffee mug, yet i had never accused them for unwanted interruption. Looking up into the vast sky, writing few words with the ink of my heart, time never compromised to settle down. Time was hard to beat and i felt pathetic utilizing it over my insane words. This was me, a year ago !!

God forbids, Even a thought of doing the same, shrinks my heart to bottom. I never ever had expected the wheels of fortune to turn so fast. Neither i am complaining nor i am feeling the pleasure, yet its a mixture of both. Days were so, when i had no wishful longing and time never-ending. And are the present days, wishes are endless but left with no time to fulfill those. Insanity has been taken over by the words of wisdom. Those wishes are no more unheard, the echo still persists in my ears. Time flies away with wink of eye, settling dusk takes no time to transform itself into a new day. I, my mellow heart bows over the ordinance of time...

Hazaaron khwaishein aisi ki, har khwaish pe dam nikle ....

Never ever so...

Holding my breath to ponder over some thoughtful giggles in my desolated cabin, this is the last thing on my mind when I leave my apartment in the morning.

Yet I never give vent for those thoughts to smell the fresh air outside, curbed in my heart only. Sometimes I think,” would all this ever has an end?". I wish I too have some beautiful moments to cherish in my life.

Moments beholded that can soothe the fresh scars over my memory. For such a merry moments, one needs ample of time. I am really running out of it, I wish I had one more year of graduation or i could had spent one more year before joining the school.

Being a mischievous child, one always aims to accompany those children carrying their school bags.

After getting to school, it shifts to those wearing exotic colors roaming relentlessly in the college campus.

Being in college, an adolescent mind longs for a job in prestigious MNC or to have a drop-dead gorgeous girlfriend, whichever option seems feasible.

Till date I carry all these longings with me and have probably achieved every bit I ever wanted to be a part of my life. Now so many wishes to fulfill and even lesser time. It was never so nor I ever expected it to be so.

Life is blurred and was never so !!

Farewell, Dada, India will miss you !!

Indian cricket will miss the character that Saurav Ganguly was...

then...and now??

How it feels to be on the driver’s seat? May it be your office chores or you may be leading a front for the production and quality of your products. All are same. A very fine line diminishes when the person shirks off the responsibility. Today I shall conjure my past to unveil the changes which I had seen in myself in the recent four months.

First week of August:

My immediate senior called up. I was expecting none as usual because he talks non-sense with utter pleasure. I gave him the wicked smile displaying my grinning teeth. “Aseem, when I joined, it took me a week to get hold of this prestigious chair. I worked through day and night in my initial years and hence hold such a regard amongst my companions.” I again flashed a dismaying smile in agreement, “I was expecting you to be at this chair till date, but you seem to be still enjoying your college party”, he said.

In my minds, I agreed but this flawless ego denied accepting the truth. I have spent just a week in this workshop, what’s the real hurry to put my hands in the lion’s jaw. No hurries while get going with the bay.

First week of November:

I am still waiting for these lights to get dim with the settling of dusk, but it never happens. Time goes past with a blink of eye and I keep my fingers crossed treading over the harrowed times. Today it’s Saturday (November 8th, 2008) and these silent walls seem to be giving me a stern look. All alone punching the feelings into this keyboard through the words of my mellow heart, life is unexplainable. The same chair gives me no pleasure nor does that senior seem to be interested in perturbing my peace with his rubbish statements.

I wish somebody could please save a minute and talk to me in this undisturbing peace, to soothe the turbulent musings of my heart; one could lend a helping word for this dismayed mind. But these longings would continue to be the sole partner in these hard years.

But I can guarantee the wisdom I felt, while walking back to the metro station of Dwarka sector-11 is the greatest virtue of time. Eyes do never so genuinely hate those beautiful faces in metro, upon which it used to drool over in the sunny days of august. Still those flashing lights of moving vehicles do create a fuzzy turbulence in eyes, which I avoid watching at. Plates displaying the stations in metro reminds of the countless data plates of transformers, eyes have glanced at this very day. That compartment very scantily clawed with very less persons, giving obnoxious looks of my cabin, is quite horrible to stare at. Closing eyes under the cover of imagination is the best way to kill time. Few more minutes and feet hailing over the stares into my apartment. Switch off the lights, my mind, my heart and every bit.

Rest I shall talk tomorrow…..

Yipppy :)

This deepavali is special to me in many ways. I am never sure for the coming times and hence don't really expect much from it. Whatever is present it is real and divine. Nothing else ever existed neither in history books nor in the imaginative stores of mind. Present is the actual and will remain as ever. Don't try to fix up your future or get rid of your past. They were never so dearly clinging to you, only you were convinced as being chased by them. It is beautiful and shall always exhibit the same fascination for those who follow it blindly. Only your present matters and make it big !!

My fingers are actually bulging out with so many topics to share, but left with very little time after my juggling office. Soon, pretty soon i shall open up my heart for some beautiful work, atleast for me. I am once again feeling that zeal to shout running over the chaotic ways of life. Life is indeed exemplary, may it be the night journeys in railways, watching those marching feets at wagah border forcing my heart to thump in the loudest tone, serene pleasure at golden temple and my own village is nevertheless the best place to reside...

SHUBH DEEPAVALI

Once again times have traveled a long run bearing every agony with the monotonous beats and every scar as a virtue of bad times.

No more. Now no more of those forgettable moments, i can sense the merry hovering around myself. Lamps are once again shining in the wake of the much-awaited day. Yes, it is indeed. Days were never passing so smooth. Those crackers are very hard to forget which showed me the glimpses of happier times. Some lights fusing together very dim, sounds of crackers receding away but never from the memories. Colors of RANGOLI were never so brighter nor one could deny the consistent chaos in the malls. I just love to roam around relentlessly, so much pleased to see those faces wearing the soft smiles. Busy in the preparations yet doing it so leisurely, that is where an Indian soul resides. I never feel that aroma anywhere else in world, which one feels gripping the souls with harmonious peace, it just resides here few inches down your memory lane.

Enjoy this day keeping in mind its very origination and real essence of this sacred day.

I still have reminiscences of my school days where every essay upon deepavali concluded with the phrase:

DAAL-ROTI GHAR DI,
DIWALI AMRITSAR DI..

May god bless you all !!

Masters equals success?

A way back my mind rendered over the thought why this individualistic world is so sublime. For a moment, a person inherits the right of every breath you take. Whole world seem to converge under the realm of that loving soul. But these farce feelings plummeted the next moment confronted with the reality. Reality precipitates the materialistic world. A land where selfishness prevails over every relationship and people walk over the heart of loved ones in callous ways, a walk that never ends because this trodden path ceases to limit. Limit is the limit to our selfishness; our endless strive for the monetary pleasures. People try to carve out the maximum from the relationships even.

I expect many of you profusely denying the above fact. How many times you have tried to reap a professional benefit out of your personal circle? If still you are nodding in an aggravated manner, you deserve applause. Others should not feel robbed because it is tailor-made path for the corporate success of which you can boast in your desultory living style.

This word “success” is ultimate fantasy. I have grown up listening to these words of wisdom, “Hardwork is the key to success”. Last few days had engulfed the pleasant environment with the fumes of confusion.

Few thought-provoking ideas:
Masters in Engineering will degrade your corporate value.
I shall pursue Masters from abroad.
Masters from IIT is losing its sheen.
You won’t get the package after Masters even what you are earning now.

Last but never the least- Yaar, There’s nothing left in India, go and prove your worth in abroad, they can appreciate your professionalism.

Such dilemmas were not in queue until I was in my teens. Just one goal and it was sheer dedicated hard work at every tick of clock. Now under the much-coveted corporate covers, ideas came pouring in.

Probably everyone has read at least once in his/her life;
HARDWORK IS KEY TO SUCCESS.

Then why all these raised eyebrows, maddening discussions and all such hullabaloo. Does success has been authenticated to America only? Or people in India have recently started shirking work and God has given full credit of success to those who are fleeing to western part of world. “SUCCESS” may not be so kind over India because our country happens to contain not even a single alphabet of success.

Or may be HARDWORK IS NO MORE A KEY TO SUCCESS, AMERICA HAS MADE ANOTHER KEY!!

No more rubbish discussions over this vicious dilemma. Still to me, it completes the definition and shall do it with intensity harnessing the success from the pearls of perspiration only, not an inherited wealth of those working Silicon valley !!