Brazil's out!!!

gawd!!! what a shocker! Brazil's out!
god knows what happened to Brazil yesterday. they weren't really playing their game...too low on spirit and defense....and the first goal that went to Netherlands, guided by a Brazilian(melo)...damn!  but anyways, it was a delight to see Netherlands putting up a great show...sneijder rocked completely. he did a fabulous goal to get a lead on Brazil n finally win the match....anyways, that was a heart wrenching ouster for Brazil....

today Argentina takes on Germany and i can bet it would be an exciting match! don't miss it. Mueller's on a high these days...messi gotta catch him! go arg go! go ger go! am an avid supporter of Argentina n Germany...so today's match would sure keep me on tenterhooks! let's wait n watch!
toodles!

child is wiser than man...(compiled it for a public speaking contest in first year)

“My heart leaps up when I behold

                                                A rainbow in the sky

So was it when my life began

                                                So its it now I am a man

So be it when I shall grow old or let me die|

The child is father of the Man

And I could my days to be

Bound each to each by natural piety.”

Those words came from the renowned poet, William Wordsworth. What he meant probably was that everyone’s mature imagination faintly follows out the traces of the childish fancies and wonder visions. Everyone loves to look at a child. We are inadvertently drawn towards a child and its actions. Also everybody loves to look young. Why do we like children? And like then so much? Good question.  Let’s try to seek answers on this. Childhood has been described as the period of human life-

(1)    Between idiocy of infancy and folly of youth.

(2)    Removed from the sin of manhood.

(3)    Away from the remorse of age.

A child is a child, be it an American, a European, an Asian or African.

Children are innocent, pristine and beautiful souls in the garden of the Almighty. They have yet not been schooled into the hatredness and differences of sex, caste, creed, color, race or nationality. Their minds know no barriers, no borders and no languages; they understand and speak just one language-of love.

Nothing can escape a child’s guileless love- that equalizes all whether rich or poor, worthy or unworthy.

And mind you, this is one selfless, pure and virgin love… ever spontaneous and comforting; transcending all boundaries-real or virtual. But as the transition from a child to full adulthood is made this ‘lovely’ love tends to get overshadowed by almost too rapid a growth of a competitively trained adolescent intellect. As a child grows up, we say the child is gaining maturity. But at the same time it is loosing the qualities like innocence, purity of soul and selflessness. It is a known fact that with power and knowledge comes ego and in the growing process the child tends to become egoistic.

Looking at a child gives us immense joy.  We just look at a child playing by itself and lo! Our lips crackle and a grin they blow!  Isn’t it? A child gets as much joy and pleasure from a pack of cards costing 100 rupees as it does when looking at a worm in the garden. Children have ceaseless imagination power … unbounded, unhalted. I remember a short story.

A mother once brought in her home a little boy as a companion to her son. But the boy she had brought happened to have a hunchback. She cautioned her son not to mention the disability/handicap to the boy while playing. As the kids were playing, she overheard her son utter-“Do you know what you have got on your back? The companion was embarrassed, lot lot embarrassed but before he could speak a word, the lady’s son said. It’s a box in which your wings are… and some day God is going to cut it open and then you’ll fly away and be an angel.

You see, that’s a child’s imagination, free and positive.

We often see children hopping up and down the stairs and deriving great ecstasy from the act, which to us seems completely senseless and non-required. That’s where we lose to the kids!  We can never predict a child’s thoughts. We grow up and we learn to be ‘exact’ and ‘proper’.

In fact our lives are so complicated or rather we complicate the things that we forget the basic essence of life. Most of the time we are so busy ‘existing’ that we forget ‘living’! A mere look at a child teaches us how to live. How to be busy yet stress free; how to be happy without any reason and how to demand something with all our might! The BOTTOMLINE- how to ‘live’ and not just ‘exist’.

At this moment, I recall another incident. An overworked businessman came home one night, hoping to read the evening newspaper in peace. But his son wanted attention. Tearing into pieces, a part of the paper which had a world map on it; the father gave it to his son and told him to put the map together. In 10 minutes, his son returned, the task completed. Since the boy had no idea of geography, the man wondered how it was done. The paper had the picture of the man on the other side. All I did “, said the boy-“was to put the man right. When I did, the world came out right!”

Famous words! I agree. And easier said than done. But you see what great moral the boy preached! A child’s perspective is innate and unique. A mere utterance of the boy made his father realize and marvel at his son’s words. Really! Sometimes children teach us enormous things.

Their innocence, non-hypocritical persona, far- fledged pure imagination, truthfulness and honesty teach the grown up amazing things! A child never faces pangs of jealousy or manipulation. He never does a thing to impress others but does what he feels happy doing.

We can never build those lovely designs and architecture that children build using building blocks. Can we? Coz we never have time and patience for such a game. It seems a monotonous game coz we are used to leading monotonous lives in this multifaceted world. Life to us seems a chore while to a child; it’s an unending journey of discovery.

Focus- another of a child’s trait. It’s a common sight in homes, a mother calling out to her son for lunch while the child is busy dismantling a car or catching a butterfly. Nothing can divert the child. It is said-“Once a man, twice a child”. You know, experiences of childhood build a man. It is even said that at some decisive points in life, we must let the child within us decide; half the complexities are already resolved.

Prahalada and Hiranyakashyapa’s mythological tell-tale teaches us that elders sometimes walk on examples left by children.

Children are quick learners too and great actors! Ever noticed the various facial gestures, that convey all they want to impart. Moreover a child has the power to make elders work on its whims. This unique power rests only with the kids, not us.

When a man becomes old, he takes the help of a child to walk. Children are ever supplying source of strength and inspiration for all. Their curious and expecting eyes hugs inspiration for al. Their curious eyes sometimes inspire elders to leave bad habits too like smoking or drinking.

So, a child has all the power to drive a man. We say children are immature. How? Where? When?

Children toh… teach us the true meaning of life na? They are ever-tending sea of love and affection. Their tiny hands become our lathi in old age while their sparkling eyes inspire us to achieve the best for them in our youth. Their cute smile dissolves all our tensions without any need of comforting words. Their existence gives meaning to our lives. Then how do we say that wiser are men and not children.

Every year 14th of Nov comes and goes we talk up to great lengths about celebrating childhood, its spirit, its power, its enthusiasm but, things never really get materialized.

Come let’s do this just once!

Break the rules once and think out of the box. Shed our inhibitions and dance like a child. Look into things with a child’s vision and realize-‘everything, everyday is a discovery’. Realize, that we do not always get what we want; instead, we ought to be thankful for what we have. Live in the present and treasure each moment.

Take time off to appreciate nature. Let our hearts do the thinking sometimes and love anyone, anything -unconditionally. We’ll feel the change.

It is said that a men never bends his head but, in front of a child. Of course. He has to. Afteall, it’s a child’s wisdom that steers a man’s life. After all, “child is the father of Man.”

Waiting amidst pace…(wrote this last year)

Everyday I wake up to the same monotonous syllables on tongue-“gawd! I’m late!” and why won’t I be? There goes a simple reasoning behind that. A natural tendency enables college students to wake up late into the night or may I say, up till wee hours in the morning doing orkutting, facebook, projects, writing diaries, doing up journals, studying, preparing notes or whatever! I am no exception. I belong to this new age ‘high-tech’ lot too.

And every morning witnesses my struggle to reach the bus-stop just on time to be able to board the bus! Phew! Once I reach college, running for classes from A to B, B to C, C to A blocks takes place…and of course running to canteen in interval or library on the second floor, running to KYPES ZONE ….or be it zooming past the college gate at the evening time for snacks, we are always running…. Once we reach home, we’re again running to markets, coaching classes for courses or doing other chores…. You see, my above description exemplifies just one thing-PACE. In this fast-paced world, one does gets appalled by the absence of one simple thing of olden times…and that’s ‘patience’. The eternal patience of waiting n seeking, longing n anticipating….

Earlier people used to travel by buses, wait for them every evening n morning in order to move from one place to another. Today people have cars or motorbikes. No one stakes the pain of waiting for a bus or an auto rickshaw. Earlier it was a mother, a sister or a daughter who used to be looking at the door contemplating why her husband, brother or father was getting late from work site….today, we have cell phones. Earlier it was a pigeon who would be a messenger; carrying letters over miles…crossing many villages…days would pass by before it would come back with a reply…now we have instant SMS or email facility, fax or pager…. Earlier we even had those annoying trunk calls that seemed to switch lines every now n then, causing enough agony to the users…..anyways….that’s how fast the time has moved! Each n every field has remarkably progressed n has adorned a completely new phiz….. The change has been very fast n faster has it been going on ever since…. Fast fast n faster!

But have you ever noticed that this pace has won over the virtue called patience? Waiting for the replies to dispatched letters, waiting for your brother to come back, waiting for the rickety tangas or buses or the rickshaws…..each of these things instilled the trait called patience in us… but in this fast paced world, no one’s patient enough to be patient! Speed has cut through the cloak of patience n rushed past it! Getting swifter n swifter is today’s demand n patience sure doesn’t find enough room here…. But sometimes…sometimes when you are sitting with your spouse drinking a coffee, watching the raindrops hugging the lawn grass….. Sometimes when you see your little baby uttering his first words or may be making his first movements…. Sometimes when fall in the arms of your friend after a bad split…. Sometimes when u fall into the lap of your mother after a busy day with guests and their kids…… patience does seep in through…. N causes its absence to be felt…..  These simple yet extremely ordinary day to day things try to convey in simple manners that waiting n patience, perseverance and calm… always leads the pack..... Even in this fast, extremely fast paced world, no matter how swift we get with our goals, our lives….. waiting has always been and will always be a virtue …waiting amidst pace………

hello

finally! two years of engineering complete! awaiting the result now....this last sem,it was pretty tough and the approaching semesters pose a much larger threat to my performance...i hope i could keep up....

anyways,vacations are on right now.....boring days at home but exciting evenings owing to fifa...

planning to do java..in fact,i wld be starting next week.....gosh! kitni languages padhni padhengi yaar! 

LOVE VERSUS HATE

Why do we love people?

Why do we ever hate people?

Two questions…

Little questions, with big question marks!

With no answer, no reply in vision.

Always a faded, a foggy envision.

Heart, the root of all…

Emotions within, always having a ball.

Nevertheless, they always do appall,

Producing actions, ever surprising all.

Inside the ‘red pouch’, a conflict always on!

Love meets hate, hate meets love

Never together do they dance on…

And why will they???

Hundred eighty degrees apart they act,

And will never cross, states the fact.

Love…ever enduring, ever embracing…

Kind and beautiful, always rejoicing.

While hate destroys emotions, destroys life,

Starts in mind, a never-ceasing strife.

Feelings it mars, thoughts it tars,

No rhythm divine, no brightness, no shine!

Love makes our lives beautiful,

Hate transforms them into ruthless!

Love strives to build castles,

Hate pours onto rain, bedazzles!

Poor ‘hatred’, hated by all!

Joyous ‘love’ when meted out to all.

Decision is always ours,

A cloudy emotion does hover,

Over our minds, our hearts

But decision, we need to take n dart.

Love versus hate,

A universal spate,

An unending debate,

Offers no rebate!

So let’s get back to our original state

And continue living happily,

Despite all love,

Despite all hate…!

endless night

"Man was made for joy and woe

and when this we rightly know
thro' the world we safely go...

every night & every morn
some to misery are born

every morn & every night
some are born to sweet delight

some are born to sweet delight
some are born to endless night..."

friendship

i once read a beautiful quote-

" from quiet homes and first beginnings

out to the undiscovered ends

there's nothing worth the wear of winning

but laughter and the love of friends..."

the moment i read it,i could see the reason behind so many things i hadn't ever noticed.....many a times i had failed but hadn't lost my hopes coz i had my friends cheering for me every time... every time i was on the verge of losing hope,they revived my passion.....

many a times,i had won but hadn't felt delighted coz my friends had been missing then...you see, friends and family make your life.

in the very first post of this blog,i wanna confess that i love my friends...neeti n jyoti,the most! had not been for the two of you, my life would have been incomplete... i know we have had lots of fights and arguments but now that we are over all of them,i could very well see how those things have helped us bond tighter and stronger.....love you both!

it's been quite some time since i had been wantin to create my own blog...n now that it's finally done,i hope i carry on with it regularly.