IRRATIONAL TERRY

Terry Jones, head of the Dove World Outreach Center in Gainesville, Florida.

many of you may have followed him on television and internet these days. yes, you guessed it right. he is the pastor behind the 'BURN KORAN DAY'.  he plans to burn copies of the holy Quaran on 9/11 in order to commemorate the death of victims whom we lost on the fateful 9/11 crash. since the last two days this has been disturbing me a lot! how can he (terry) go to such outrageous limits to gratify himself! just because he is devoid of patience and forgiveness, he would go to such disheartening and heinous extents! and besides, what compounds the levels of anger on his decision is the fact that he is being extremely insensitive towards the expected repercussions! he has clearly stated that he or his church won't be responsible for what follows the Koran burning on 9/11.... how ridiculous! he says he is motivated by his faith. now how would one put that? by whatever he intends to do, doesn't he realize that he is putting his own religion in jeopardy? being insensitive towards other religions is something which people can accept but marring the values or going against his very own religious values is something that appalls me and amazes me at the same time! after all the Ground Zero debacle(which hasn't yet been put to rest), here comes more fodder for disrupting the world peace. knowing very well what the follow ups would be, interpol has issued a global alert in response to this. Mr. Barrack Obama is specially pleading and convincing Terry to retract from his plans.... Obama says,'i hope he listens to those better angels.'  i just hope he does! how can a person who has been in conflict with his own religion live in peace with himself ever after this! what if someday somebody stands and says that he would burn thousands of copies of the holy Bible or the holy Gita just because some Christian or some Hindu were involved in some heinous crimes that lead to loss of lives! a very very in fact, a minuscule section of society, or may i say, the anti-elements of society who carry out inhuman acts of crimes lead to picturization of their whole community in bad terms! what we as humans need to understand is that what goes par all these petty ramifications of religions n countries n bounds is that one thing-'mankind'.... that's it! being a human, a simple human being, who gives us the rights to hurt the sentiments of other humans! hurting sentiments of some people sometimes is acceptable but hurting the whole community, a whole religion is not at all acceptable! i have been very very disturbed by these news doing the rounds.....perhaps the way i wrote this post would very well reflect that...... building a mosque at Ground Zero is something that i do accept- controversial. hurting the sentiments of one community for flattering the other one is not feasible but hurting n keep on hurting that one section of society that has somehow always been misinterpreted is something that is not going well with me n many others all over the world! and i do know n understand that if this 'Koran burning' happens on 9/11 it would lead to vengeance all over the world! disrupting the peace and tranquility........god bless john terry......

HAPPY TEACHERS' DAY

5 September 1888, birthday of the second President of India, academic philosopher Dr. Sarvepalli Radhakrishnan. what we commonly known as teachers' day. this is one day in the whole year when all of a sudden, the very essence of being a student dawns upon most of the children and the very feeling of being a student shines! not that i am mocking the larger section of our country i.e students. it's just my way of putting things honestly! the whole year round, students tease their teachers, create nuisance, think up of every possible way to distract their teachers from delivering lectures, recite notes or conducting tests save this one day known as TEACHERS' DAY. this day all the anti-teachers pupils become the teacher-fearing, teacher-worshiping, noble souls who would gift them pens as a token of reverence or make cards for them! well....be the reasons true or fake, teachers' day is always a affaire grande! given the kind of student that i am, i have always remained in the good books of all my teachers; a fact that makes me feel satisfied with myself. though i remember all my teachers the whole year long, i don't get much chance to see them. thanks to Dr. Radhakrishnan's b'day, i get this one day when no excuses could stop me from meeting my dear teachers and thanking them for making me whatever i am today! every student's life sees many many teachers who teach him one thing or the other but there always are some special faces, those faces who worked very diligently in molding us. my life is no different! my memories are no different! there have been some very special teachers who have come along the way my life was travelling. today, i would like to thank them all. n not just today, i keep thanking them every day, every time i achieve something, minor or major. thanks to all of them. my parents who have been the best teachers! they taught me how to talk, how to build, what to speak, how to be strong, n every single thing it takes me to be a human! Sachindran sir, who brought something very special in my life, something through which i relate to people- literature, the art of writing! had it not been for him, i hadn't been writing this blog today, posting articles, stories and poems. Sanyukta mam and Ranjini mam, both of whom taught me the importance of strength of vocabulary and the power of words! Vinayan mam who has been a guide throughout, especially my plus 2 days. she's has been very caring and loving ever since. Dey mam who may not have taught me ever in any of th standards but who has always been this frank and fun-loving figure whom i look up to. she's fun to be with! Chaudhary sir who taught me the value of learning teh core, the basics! he taught me how if our foundation is strong, the house would stand all the tests of time! many teachers have come and gone, few have stayed and i wish they would always stand by me.....on this auspicious day, i would just like to tell them all that i owe them a lot! i owe my 'person' to them! thank you for shaping me, for making vandana.........i love you all........HAPPY TEACHERS' DAY.......

Life's small lessons

i wonder how little things change perspectives sometimes....how they teach you a lesson and how they add a new dimension to your thinking process! while making dosas today, i notices how a dosa won't be proper when i exert force on it while spreading it on the 'tava'! and the same paste on the same tava would become a lovely dosa if i spread it softly; that is to say, with less force....if one would like to think on this, they would notice how true the similarity exerts in real life! when people force you to do things, you may oblige but half-heartedly! the outcome may not be the best you can deliver. on the other hand if people convince you to do things with courtesy and love, with a soft, calm and gentlemanly tone, you would feel like doing things for them! you would take interest in the given task and deliver nicely! you see! that was a small lesson i learnt today! so no more harsh tone with my brother whom i have to convince every now and then for petty chores...we don't realize the importance of such minuscule gestures or variants of nature until we see the difference in the 'result'! i learnt my tiny lesson......share some of yours.....

TRANSIENCE TRANSCENDS ALL….

Nothing is permanent here;

Neither love nor hatred.

People love you few days

And the next few days they change their ways…

Their soft look, tender eyes, loving phiz

Plus all the care and concern; everything departs!

What replaces, is cold shoulder and hefty thrusts;

Cancel a friend, a foe now darts!

But all that matters is the loving memory of the old days gone…

Nothing is permanent here;

Neither success nor failure.

You build a castle of dreams.

But one wrong step and there falls your pack of cards!

Everything shatters!

But we don’t lose hopes, do we?

We don’t give up dreaming, do we?

Coz’ all that matters is

The joy of learning and the excitement of building!

Nothing is permanent here

Neither prosperity nor hunger.

Once a king, now a beggar;

Who knows how the future hovers.

Luck shines and jackpot crackles!

Sometimes, for people living in shackles!

After all HE is up above, watching…

All equal beneath HIM…

Nothing is permanent here

Neither loneliness nor crowd.

Sometimes happy and joyous, life seems full!

Sometimes dull and sad, life seems hollow!

But we appreciate loneliness too!

As without bouts of emptiness,

How does the importance of crowd infuse?

Nothing is permanent here

Neither smile nor frown.

When joyous, we smile

When angry, we frown.

But both are just reactions!

After all, they are little curves of nerves…

Smile after a frown, your love serves….

Nothing is permanent here

Neither extremism nor liberalism.

When ‘own lot’ suffers,

Extremists do get ‘extremely’ liberal!

Coz we know that love conquers all…

Nothing is permanent here

Neither height nor depth.

What seems to be the height of score,

Could actually be the depth of study!

Both are relative notions for depiction…

Nothing is permanent here

Neither youth nor old age.

Physical beauty blossoms in youth

But beauty of heart makes old age come alive!

Both youth and charm are just in mind!

Actual beauty surpasses ‘skin’!

Nothing is permanent here

Neither life nor death.

One bullet and the body lies still!

Back at home, in bricks;

His laughter n memories still instilled…

This is a transient life

In a transient world!

Where transience is cherished,

Transience reminisced,

And transience treasured!

Nothing is permanent here;

Transience transcends all…

In this world so huge

   People live in a pompous deluge…

None so fair, none so true

   All bound in the same hypocritical hue…

Relations have become a favor,

   Reciprocating feelings, a chore;

But a few people always stand out!

Love they give, reverence they receive

Relations they worship, feelings they understand;

They lend a meaning to our lives……..

Sach hai. Today’s man is self-centered. Selfish and cunning, he will always think about himself. All of us keep bumping into such people. Not the one to be lucky, I too have bumped into many such beings.  Every time I feel cheated, I build a perception that this was the last time! I won’t be deceived again but alas! You keep on trusting people; some good, some bad. Every time I fail to discover the real person behind that sweet smile-flashing guy or the generous girl, I feel this would be it! But the reality of course doesn’t synch here! Anyways, life does offer you your good and bad moments. It does build your camaraderie with good and bad people. It does delight you and sometimes fright you! But it’s always on us how we deal with it. Remember, life will take you to all kind of people at all times, but the selection has to be done by you and solely you! I too have made many friends and lost many of them too! Every time I lost a friend, I used to think that now I would never be able to trust people but when I had new friends, all my apprehensions were gone! You see, sometimes we do err! After all, we are humans! But erring doesn’t mean we are a bad decision maker or a bad chooser! Life won’t always be your sycophant! Instead, it will be your critic! But criticism always helps, you see. It makes you tougher, bolder and better by the day. It will build a responsible, head-strong and an independent person out of you. A human is crushed under many situations that he’ll face in life but there are always some people who would stand by you like anything! Your pillars of strength, your anchors. They will reassure your faith in time every time you tend to fall. They could be anyone! Your parents, friends, relatives, peers or maybe those unknown faces whom you never tried to unveil…. You have to pin point those faces yourself. Nobody would help you with this; simply because nobody else can! These faces, these beings never expect anything in return save your love. I hope all of you have found those pillars and if not, will find them soon and at all turns of unfolding life…….have a happy and a joyous life! Bless you!

memoirs | Slideshow at imageloop.com

finally! i did post some beautiful pics as a slideshow! although i had planned another output for the blog but somehow, for the time being, i could manage this. all the pictures that i have placed above hold special significance in my life. and among all these two are personal favorites; one- jyoti and me; two-myself on teacher's day, in the black saree....look at the big smile on my face! those were the most lovely and fun-filled days....how i wish time could be stopped there and if not that, i wish we had a time-machine.....

As the wind swept past

on the lane i stood aghast;

time was moving fast

I was completing my odyssey last;

But memory didn't fade

of the day underneath the arcade.

why? why did it happen?

why was my life made so sadden?

It was my fault I know

and time didn't allow me grow.

A dark past of my life,

Ever since, I've been battling this strife...

Well! i wrote this little piece of poetry long time back. i still remember it was my chemistry unit test, class 11th. i had completed my  paper and sir wasn't letting pupils leave the exam hall yet. that was when i wrote this little quartet... i was in pain then and i think it does come across... school life is one of the best phases of our lives. in fact, my best-est! i will never forget those carefree days, full of happiness and joy. and at that time a slight trigger was enough to put me in morose state, especially when it concerned my friends. after all we were still small! it was at one such point of time when this came through....a little thing as silly as not being the first one to start reading a english lesson in class would irk me! would you even believe that? huh! and a little thing such as sharing a tiffin would bring oodles of brightness on my face! hehe...lovely days those were.... 

Escapades with rain and BABAJI ...

a simple get-together turned out to be great fun! yesterday me, jammy, khushbu( 24 ) n khushbu( gh-5 ); that's how we distinguish the two, referring to the circles that lie in the proximity of their homes; we all met casually to hang out together. at gh-4, an almost divine spot for friends in gandhinagar, which provides you one of the finest glances of scenic superiority of this city. all was going well untill it struck me that i had to rush for my java classes. it was my first day at the class and being late the very first day doesn't tag you as sincere. does it? anyways, so i left my friends to enjoy the weather as i hopped into an auto rickshaw. but as soon as i got into it, i gathered i did a mistake! this rickshaw wallah was eerie! kinda wacky! i told him to take me to gh-2. he said he would take me to pathika, not beyond that. since i was getting late, so i said, "all right, take me to pathika". then as the auto gathered pace, he started irritating me with silly things like,"madam, baarish aayegi. mausam dekho kaisa hai. apko problem hogi ghar tak pahunchne me..." etc, etc....and lo! tabhi baarish shuru! as we reached pathika, he said," gh-2 hi chhod deta hun madam, apke paise bach jayenge. nai toh aap bekar me do rickshaw karoge...madam ek kaam karta hun, seedhe ghar hi chhod deta hun na...ghar kahan hai apka?" hell! ek toh baarish, i had nothing to protect myself from getting drenched! and uspe se ye ajeeb insaan! jaise taise i reached gh-2 par wahan pahunchke he again started his raag...i said,"stop!"...though he said he would charge nothing for transporting me, i just slipped a note of 10 into his hand n rushed to my class... all you guys out there who are thinking abt the fare, just don't gandhinagar is a small place.....5 rupees and you can go anywhere, from any sector to any other sector.....anyways, somehow i managed to reach on time. but another blow! neither mam, nor other students could make it to the instt. heck! i was stranded in my class that wasn't running! my friends were enjoying, minus me! a frenzy of calls between me n jammy n finally i decided to join them at helipad. to hell with getting wet again, i already was! thanks to the showers. another ride in an auto, though a sane one this time, and i joined my friends at helipad where they were all clicking pics. as soon as i joined them, a babaji came along and started a conversation....basically a lecture...on karma and dharma......first, he cautioned us to keep polythene with us for saving our mobiles from getting damaged. i said, ji babaji, aage se rakh lenge....bas phir kya tha! ek baar jo kehna shuru kiya, he didn't stop then! coincidentally all of us were dressed in jeans then, seeing which we were given a soft lecture on naaridharm....just imagine! he said laaz- lajja is naaridharm and woh humein bhulna nahin chahiye....bade hote hi, 16/17 ya zyada se zyada 18 saal ki umr me shaadi kar leni chahiye....sukh baatna chahiye.....ma-baap kitna karenge, dhang ke kapde pehenne chahiye, salwar-kurta, bahar nahin ghumna chahiye...n blah, blah ,blah!   baba re! he was a marathon lecturer! we all ran for the scooties, kicked and drove away........for ur info, we were all at helipad to save ourselves from rain but then, thanks to babaji, we were suddenly roofless! so we decided to go to  11 and find a place to sit n talk. finally, sector 11 provided us some solace. had hot samosa, gol-gappas and tikkis...... and of course, some window shopping.....hehe....at last, we reached our home. but it was an interesting day. showers, a spooky rickshawallah, a dharma-preaching babaji and all those hot delicacies! it was fun!

I WISH I COULD BE FREE…

I want to break free

I want to break free
I want to break free from your lies
You're so self satisfied I don't need you
Ive got to break free
God knows God knows I want to break free

that's how the lyrics of john deacon's composition go.

sometimes life bogs you down. and all you want is to breakfree! let go all the chains and fears that hold you.

at one such point  of time in my life, when i found myself no better than a caged animal, i wrote this poem. 'i want to be free....'....i wanted to free myself from the clutches of the 'real' life. life ain't always a jovial song, right? so, here this is how my poem goes....

I wish I were a bird

        I would fly away and be free

I wish I were a fish

        I would swim far and flee

I wish I were wind

        I would blow everywhere with glee

I wish I were a raindrop

        I would fall on leaves of every tree

I wish I were snow

        I would cap the mountains and regions hilly

I wish I were a flower

        I would bloom and spread fragrance like Lilly

I wish I were a clown

        I would make people laugh and act silly

I wish I were sand

        I would slip down any grasp

I wish I were music

 People all over the world would listen to me with clasp

But

        My feathers are cut

        Oh! I can’t fly!

        My fins are stitched

        I cannot even try!

        Everyone’s veiled

        Oh! I cannot touch them!

        There’s roof over each head

        I cannot so wet them!

Oh!     I am helpless!

            I am deprived!

            I am breathless!

            I am bereaved!

I am caged, I am tied!

I am raged, I am shied!

I sit here… alone and think;

How I wish wishes could come true!

How I wish wishes could come true!

Coz

        I wish that I were a bird

        So that I could fly…

Coz

        I wish I were a fish

        So that I could swim…

Away, away … far and farther…

I wish I could be free!

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.