Ghar se masjid hai bohot door , chalo kisi rote hue ko hasaya jae - well... this might have been the feeling in minds of India Athletes.India desperately needed some breating space during build up to Common Wealth Shame (OOps Sorry its Games).India was potentially sitting on verge of hosting the worst ever multi desciplined mess ( or sports if u may like to call it) and some times it seemed that India was planning for Olympic 2020 (Actually the pace of work suggested that only). All said and done, whole nation was crying on the face of big embarassment and what actually transpired was a web of marvellous performances and some last minute pull offs that somehow put Delhi CWG into the league of best sporting events and put laugh back on the somere indian faces.
This cudnt have been possible without indian athletes who elevated every Indian's mood when We were acustomed to hearing only negativities about games there performance was like a breeze of cool air. Other nations might say "Its Common wealth... who cares???" but for now let it be that way and wait for London 2012 and then may be prove out mettal there.
Sporting triumphs always leave me with tears, i dont know why i was made like this but i love it. The very thought of performing for Nation and in the process being the reason for a billiion smiles entralls me and i guess this shud be the case for every person.I mean... the smiles and cheers Common wealth Closing and opening ceremony cannot and should not surpass the tears that came whenever an athlete won and broke down on podium while hearing the national anthem and trust me i cried with them because this is what all I also aspired for during my boyhood and for me that feeling is the ultimate high... i mean u got to perform for so many reasons and when u realize those dreams in front of a nation.... boy... you shud be really lucky and stone willed.
May be India should be celebrate for now but believe me .. Nothing comes close to Olympic Glory for the very simple fact that " Its OLYPICS!!!! boss... and the day India wins bid for hosting Olympic Games I'll be the happiest person on planet. i will just sign off with a fact that I want to cry in same way again in London Olympics and that every person should be willing to swap his entire life for just one chance to perform and win for the nation because I am totally ready to do it with no regrets and I totally mean it....
Friday, October 15, 2010
Friday, April 2, 2010
Move On!!!!!!!
Time Slips like key technical concepts slipped from my buttered mind during study years(1.2 million fps) and again I start to vomit thoughts on paper with a feeling that something’s dying to come out .. don’t know what don’t know what should.
Work has been light lately with two major projects nearing end from my part with another major about to start, but ehh that can wait till Monday. So here I am, during the Friday after lunch hours staring at a weekend off and thinking, what will I do this weekend??? Do I even need it? And then a totally disturbing thought does me in.. I design solutions that bridge communication gap between people and I myself need these swadhaya moments to communicate with me…
Like I said, I was sitting in office around 2-3 pm spending some quality time with myself and a thought grazed my mind. I am becoming a mature person with every passing moment. I am more mature than I was yesterday, I am more mature than I was in morning , I am more mature than I was a second ago and hey as I wrote last line I just got a bit more fledged. To put this demeaning thought to rest I starting surfing websites, I stopped on the online newspaper for which I used to write during my college years and then just kept searching for my articles, and to my utter dismay I found them, so I thought since I have found it I might as well read them and get more glimpse of what I was sitting on that plastic chair in front of my desktop in a place called Room No. E-115 when a million ambitions passed my mind every day and world was not scary as it is now.
I don’t know how much of u all read thru my recent orkut status message (and don't know how many of u will read this post)which said “There something magical about perfect send offs”. I have a feeling that I haven’t been fair with many of my closet and best friends since the college ended, I let my friends drift when I should have held on to them. I managed just one call with my one of the best buddies “shekhar” in one year when earlier there wasn’t a single day when I wudnt wink at his never ending sleep and we never got tired of talking about which girl to chase who to pass on and will rant about my long blogs. Rat who was apple of my eyes not just for the fact he was first in college to befriend me but was more or less every time there for late night walks and I can’t tell how much I was happy when he finally got his joining letter. Then there were special people Rumie, Harshal,Tushar, Sammy ,Apurva, Arjun , shruti, kirti, Prachi,Balak and I thought I lost all these friends to the time. I haven’t been able to contact with most(all) of these that often and I even thought of giving all them a send off … I guess now u know intent of that orkut status message, but then that day I thought I would be waste without all these people because they still are part of my world and will always be part of my memories and so I purged that thought within a day. Too mushy… isn’t it??? Neways I am ok with that feeling.I don't know if u all still want to remain in touch with me also and its okk if u don't feel the same.
I am still gazing out of that office window, a new high rise office building was in progress and there is a crow sitting on it.. tringg tringg trriiinnggggggg …omg that’s my reporting manager Neetika chhabra calling…
Ajeet- Hello maaam
Neetika Chhabra- Is that approach note for corporate self care ready??
Ajeet- I am on it maam ( lie), will mail u before I take off.
Neetika chhabra- okk”
I look out.. crow is gone.. it moved on.. and so should I… approach is to be started (forget completing) thinking have I really moved on and that,can I ever “Move on” knowing that willingly or unwillingly I will have to revisit these thoughts, memories again.
I am listening to some preloaded songs on my laptop, which are there since college days and it takes me to that setting. …Plastic chair, there is a basketball lying on the floor and badminton racket on the top shelf. a song is playing full volume and has been put on repeat for past 2 hours and stinky socks that haven’t been washed since 2 months now,.behind me, my rumie is still slleping and shekhar some 2 rooms away.Harshal is reading some novel 2-3 rooms left of my room and Rat is still struggling with his PC, Arjun is out with Samata. And I am in middle of all these happenings thinking “ today I will try to put that basket in from that position, I will try to deceive that person and then score that way, I will try to run 2 more rounds of ground, I will hit that shot that way…. I will shortly go out of the room and will sit in the corridor gap and cook more ambitions” …… ohh no song has finished and it’s a fast forward .. I recollect , I have moved on…. Really so…. I don’t think so…
Work has been light lately with two major projects nearing end from my part with another major about to start, but ehh that can wait till Monday. So here I am, during the Friday after lunch hours staring at a weekend off and thinking, what will I do this weekend??? Do I even need it? And then a totally disturbing thought does me in.. I design solutions that bridge communication gap between people and I myself need these swadhaya moments to communicate with me…
Like I said, I was sitting in office around 2-3 pm spending some quality time with myself and a thought grazed my mind. I am becoming a mature person with every passing moment. I am more mature than I was yesterday, I am more mature than I was in morning , I am more mature than I was a second ago and hey as I wrote last line I just got a bit more fledged. To put this demeaning thought to rest I starting surfing websites, I stopped on the online newspaper for which I used to write during my college years and then just kept searching for my articles, and to my utter dismay I found them, so I thought since I have found it I might as well read them and get more glimpse of what I was sitting on that plastic chair in front of my desktop in a place called Room No. E-115 when a million ambitions passed my mind every day and world was not scary as it is now.
I don’t know how much of u all read thru my recent orkut status message (and don't know how many of u will read this post)which said “There something magical about perfect send offs”. I have a feeling that I haven’t been fair with many of my closet and best friends since the college ended, I let my friends drift when I should have held on to them. I managed just one call with my one of the best buddies “shekhar” in one year when earlier there wasn’t a single day when I wudnt wink at his never ending sleep and we never got tired of talking about which girl to chase who to pass on and will rant about my long blogs. Rat who was apple of my eyes not just for the fact he was first in college to befriend me but was more or less every time there for late night walks and I can’t tell how much I was happy when he finally got his joining letter. Then there were special people Rumie, Harshal,Tushar, Sammy ,Apurva, Arjun , shruti, kirti, Prachi,Balak and I thought I lost all these friends to the time. I haven’t been able to contact with most(all) of these that often and I even thought of giving all them a send off … I guess now u know intent of that orkut status message, but then that day I thought I would be waste without all these people because they still are part of my world and will always be part of my memories and so I purged that thought within a day. Too mushy… isn’t it??? Neways I am ok with that feeling.I don't know if u all still want to remain in touch with me also and its okk if u don't feel the same.
I am still gazing out of that office window, a new high rise office building was in progress and there is a crow sitting on it.. tringg tringg trriiinnggggggg …omg that’s my reporting manager Neetika chhabra calling…
Ajeet- Hello maaam
Neetika Chhabra- Is that approach note for corporate self care ready??
Ajeet- I am on it maam ( lie), will mail u before I take off.
Neetika chhabra- okk”
I look out.. crow is gone.. it moved on.. and so should I… approach is to be started (forget completing) thinking have I really moved on and that,can I ever “Move on” knowing that willingly or unwillingly I will have to revisit these thoughts, memories again.
I am listening to some preloaded songs on my laptop, which are there since college days and it takes me to that setting. …Plastic chair, there is a basketball lying on the floor and badminton racket on the top shelf. a song is playing full volume and has been put on repeat for past 2 hours and stinky socks that haven’t been washed since 2 months now,.behind me, my rumie is still slleping and shekhar some 2 rooms away.Harshal is reading some novel 2-3 rooms left of my room and Rat is still struggling with his PC, Arjun is out with Samata. And I am in middle of all these happenings thinking “ today I will try to put that basket in from that position, I will try to deceive that person and then score that way, I will try to run 2 more rounds of ground, I will hit that shot that way…. I will shortly go out of the room and will sit in the corridor gap and cook more ambitions” …… ohh no song has finished and it’s a fast forward .. I recollect , I have moved on…. Really so…. I don’t think so…
Friday, September 4, 2009
Transition between lives
Okkk i again took a long break ( as if anybody cares) that i guess was due to the transition between a T shirt wearing ( i actually pittied people who wore shirts in college), roudy laughing and big mouthed college going mammoth to a person who has to wear most bulky outfit that can be put on a man ie FFormal ( 2 Fs are intentional), ironed trousers and formal shoes to go with all that ( ewwwww that feels uncle g types) but trust me u will like that change (actually chicks like well dressed males attributed to their hollow mind and shallow vision:P. Last time i felt like writing i was in luxury of my hostel room having all sorts of crazy fun and life seemed to be a piece of cake.I was least bothered about my BTP and a missed shot at basketball court or a long shot at badminton court caused more headlines than the ones i got wen i was being tortured during BTP presentaion ( you have to pay for ur sins in this world only :( there is nothing called judgement day) and now i am here sitting on my bed or floor ( both are one and the same thing) trying to find a life out of some old passion.
Life has changed upside down. I never thought i would be working my ass out in office and i always dreamt of a sports career knowing thats never going to happen but thats what is life all about, cherishing dreams and hope that universe will turn upside down just for u. All said and dreamt, life took a rather expected turn and i joined typical league of working men.The transtion from a jolly college lad to a new industry joinee continued and after starting feeling good about wearing formals i had to curb my distinguishing talent ie laughing hell out of even a stone aged joke or not even a joke at all. I'll tell u a incident wen everybody in my department came to know about my this talent.
A senior lady who sits at my floor left her cellphone on the desk and it rang suddenly ( well all cellphones dont give a mesage that they r going to ring before cathing u offguard) and it had some dance like ring tone. It rang and went off, then it again rang and again went off and then it again rang but this time a girl (aditi) picked it up and a collegue (rahul mathur) told to aditi "is ko khidki se bahar phek de.. hum bol denge ki phone dance karta karta bahar gir gaya" now i knoe that u will say that it wasnt a joke at all but i laughed like hell and my treasured talent was out. Slowly i learned to not shot that talent too much nd now this talent comes out as a smile and short lived laugh some times ( not any 1 hour sessions anymore) and i am okk with that becoz i still have those one hour session wen i am with frnds and not in office.
During college i always thaought that i can always manage sports time but sadly now my sense of sports is just a early morning jog and that just does my fitness regimen that was just a tiny part of my fitness and sports during college.
I know most of u must be getting an impression after rading all this that i am running out of life or i am one of those frustrated people who have ran out of life .But trust me i am not because if life has tought me something its that u shud always except change with open arms and i have done that and i am dead sure that i will not lose any of the friends or the characteristics that define me i have made all this time.and neways I AM LIFE IN MYSELF... so how can i run out of myself.Just few lines to close it all
If I lift my head
From the bed of stars, the ocean wide
If I call your name out
Would you carry me on inside
If I close my eyes
Let me put my faith in the whole design
Could you raise your voice up
Feeling that hope
Together with mine, yeah
But I'm on my way
Yes I'm on my way
I said I'm on my way
Yeah
But I'm on my way
If I'm on my way now
I'm better for it all cause I'm moving on
And whether they might say
After all you can see
Yeah you can see
I'm gone
But I'm on my way
Yes I'm on my way
Said I'm on my way, yeah
Said I'm on my way,
I'll never find my way back here from anywhere
I'll never find my way back here from anywhere
(I'll never find my way back here from anywhere
I'll never find my way back here from anywhere
But I'm on my way
I said I'm on my way
Yes I'm on my way
(I'm on my way)
Said I'm on my way
(Yes I'm on my way)
I'm on my way
Said I'm on my way)
Yeah
But I'm on my way
Life has changed upside down. I never thought i would be working my ass out in office and i always dreamt of a sports career knowing thats never going to happen but thats what is life all about, cherishing dreams and hope that universe will turn upside down just for u. All said and dreamt, life took a rather expected turn and i joined typical league of working men.The transtion from a jolly college lad to a new industry joinee continued and after starting feeling good about wearing formals i had to curb my distinguishing talent ie laughing hell out of even a stone aged joke or not even a joke at all. I'll tell u a incident wen everybody in my department came to know about my this talent.
A senior lady who sits at my floor left her cellphone on the desk and it rang suddenly ( well all cellphones dont give a mesage that they r going to ring before cathing u offguard) and it had some dance like ring tone. It rang and went off, then it again rang and again went off and then it again rang but this time a girl (aditi) picked it up and a collegue (rahul mathur) told to aditi "is ko khidki se bahar phek de.. hum bol denge ki phone dance karta karta bahar gir gaya" now i knoe that u will say that it wasnt a joke at all but i laughed like hell and my treasured talent was out. Slowly i learned to not shot that talent too much nd now this talent comes out as a smile and short lived laugh some times ( not any 1 hour sessions anymore) and i am okk with that becoz i still have those one hour session wen i am with frnds and not in office.
During college i always thaought that i can always manage sports time but sadly now my sense of sports is just a early morning jog and that just does my fitness regimen that was just a tiny part of my fitness and sports during college.
I know most of u must be getting an impression after rading all this that i am running out of life or i am one of those frustrated people who have ran out of life .But trust me i am not because if life has tought me something its that u shud always except change with open arms and i have done that and i am dead sure that i will not lose any of the friends or the characteristics that define me i have made all this time.and neways I AM LIFE IN MYSELF... so how can i run out of myself.Just few lines to close it all
If I lift my head
From the bed of stars, the ocean wide
If I call your name out
Would you carry me on inside
If I close my eyes
Let me put my faith in the whole design
Could you raise your voice up
Feeling that hope
Together with mine, yeah
But I'm on my way
Yes I'm on my way
I said I'm on my way
Yeah
But I'm on my way
If I'm on my way now
I'm better for it all cause I'm moving on
And whether they might say
After all you can see
Yeah you can see
I'm gone
But I'm on my way
Yes I'm on my way
Said I'm on my way, yeah
Said I'm on my way,
I'll never find my way back here from anywhere
I'll never find my way back here from anywhere
(I'll never find my way back here from anywhere
I'll never find my way back here from anywhere
But I'm on my way
I said I'm on my way
Yes I'm on my way
(I'm on my way)
Said I'm on my way
(Yes I'm on my way)
I'm on my way
Said I'm on my way)
Yeah
But I'm on my way
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Let's Catch Up!!!!!!!
Well it’s been pretty long since I felt like writing anything and rite now it feels like ages. It’s not that I dint have anything to tell or as if I was having pretty uneventful life ( partially true) but still I am pretty sure I would have made it sound like helluva life with my overwhelming diction ( something I am very good at). It’s just that I had somewhat lost interest in expressing myself and that also on a blogosphere which was red hot back then as all the red carpet celebs had decided to cheapen their dignity when they started pulling off publicity stunts in this field too and I thought that maybe I should give it a break (at least some one should have his brain’s equanimity going ). As I sit down this hot afternoon to reclaim old lost passion I feel very rusty and still haven’t decided what I will write about (and still I pulled off 180 senseless words till now :P) and there are like million ideas hitting my tiny 2 pound brain and believe me as u go on reading further u will notice all my conundrums. It’s not that my blog gets million hits per second or like anyone told me to start writing again. (yippieee I got a topic to write on and now I don’t need to pull off anymore senseless words but be prepared for lot of rustiness if u still reading this).
My father (actually everybody’s father) says that what u become in life or how much u achieve in life depends a lot on whom u look up to (yes, I literally had to look up to talk to him as he lived in first floor and I in ground floor) as your friend or as your role model and I think I had chosen someone who was good enough if not best in lot (let’s not name him everybody knows who it was but still I couldn’t manage to be even 1 percent like him) but like sunflower and sun we too have had our season and it was time to say good bye to partner of some happy and so I did, but I realized that I was not ready for change and so pulled of kiddy ideas like putting photograph of 200401006 on my pc monitor but still I think these foolish acts define me as a person. So as the old wings flocked back for convocation I wish if I had power to stop time. Well all said and not done convocation weekend really turned out the way I expected and those three fun filled days were worth the months I waited. I had some first time experiences (please keep ur minds shut :P )and when it was all about to end I could not help but cry because that was probably the last time when I will see Tushar bhaiya some of the best friends.
I see a lot of changes that have taken place since I last wrote anything. India has seen barbaric act of terrorism when Mumbai was attacked and whole country was held hostage on gunpoint by a group of 10 goons and for 60 long hours I was feeling as if our democracy, security and intelligence count for nothing and for long time after I was annoyed by the way the issue was being handled and the derisory statements by Pakistani leaders and their barefaced denial of proofs that suggested they were actual planners of this inhuman act got me red hot in anger. Pakistan has not done anything till date except accepting the fact that attacks were result of their homegrown terror schools and as I write this Pakistan has done enough to prove that it is a failed state where anyone can ambush high profile delegates and then escape unscathed after staging dance of devil for 25 minutes. Pakistan leaders have got a bigmouth to blame India for all this but I feel sorry at their plight as their own people ridicule their blame tactics. I can go on and on with this topic but it will only help in arousing my anger.
Coming to my small world, well it has been a mixed bag. I have managed to hold on to my sports although most of the times I am alone on basketball court but still I don’t feel any drift from that game and so is the case with Roger Federer who might not be the number one player right now but for me will always remain the best ever and I don’t see any reason why he wouldn’t be on top again come what may and as I see many people around me trying to suggest otherwise I cannot help but give them wincing faces. My one significant achievement has been that I have read 3 novels during this time (actually I couldn’t stand the idea of reading novels before) and also I have opened up a bit to Hindi movies and songs and actually enjoyed watching some movies like Jab We Met, A Wednesday and Delhi 6 in particular. I found Delhi 6 good in all aspects, it had some thought provoking sequences and ideas like in which it was shown how “Prem Chopra” tries fix “Sonam Kapoor’s” marriage there is a news channel in background in which dialog is “ ab aap dekh rahe hain akhiri souda” it was just hilarious and portrayed hypocrisy prevalent in religious ranks and also some strong sequences. It shows how we Indian seek refuge in totally absurd news and concepts and how they manifest themselves into big problems and how we all fall prey to our inner daemons and at the end we Indians just are one when it comes to killing evils in existing society and it presents a true picture of Indian society which goes forward day by day but never forgets its roots.
I think I have still not sorted out my confusions but in short this time gave me some very important lessons for life and I at least one fight with each of my friends some of them still haven’t been sorted and many a times I feel like sorting it but things just don’t fall in place anyways as I write this I am filled with new energy to sort all issues and get back to life which I have been missing like hell. As I end this first attempt of reclamation I am just observing the highs and lows I have seen in my writing also just few months back I had my article published on Reuters website (it’s true guys.. I used to kickass in writing) and now here I am totally rusty and struggling to find a topic but I pray to god that I find old passion again. As the end draws near I just have few lines to say…. Well it’s some lines of a song from Delhi 6 which describe my state during this period.
Ooo ek khushboo aati thi
Main Bhatkta Jaata Tha
Reshmi Si Maaya Thi
Aur Mein Takta Jaata Tha
Jab Teri Gali Aayaa, Sach Kabhi Nazar Aayaa
Mujhme Hi woh Khushboo Thi, Jise Tune Milwaaya
Maula Maula Maulaa Mere Maula…
Maula Maula Maulaa Maula…
Darare Darare Hai Mathey Pe Maula
Marammat Muqaddar ki kardo Maula
Mere Maula….
Tootke Bhikharna Mujhko, Zaroor Aata hai
Varna Ibaadatwaala Shaur Aata Hai
Sajde Mein Rehne Do Ab Kahin Na Jaaongaa
Ab Jo Tumne Thukraaya To Sawar Na Paaongaa
My father (actually everybody’s father) says that what u become in life or how much u achieve in life depends a lot on whom u look up to (yes, I literally had to look up to talk to him as he lived in first floor and I in ground floor) as your friend or as your role model and I think I had chosen someone who was good enough if not best in lot (let’s not name him everybody knows who it was but still I couldn’t manage to be even 1 percent like him) but like sunflower and sun we too have had our season and it was time to say good bye to partner of some happy and so I did, but I realized that I was not ready for change and so pulled of kiddy ideas like putting photograph of 200401006 on my pc monitor but still I think these foolish acts define me as a person. So as the old wings flocked back for convocation I wish if I had power to stop time. Well all said and not done convocation weekend really turned out the way I expected and those three fun filled days were worth the months I waited. I had some first time experiences (please keep ur minds shut :P )and when it was all about to end I could not help but cry because that was probably the last time when I will see Tushar bhaiya some of the best friends.
I see a lot of changes that have taken place since I last wrote anything. India has seen barbaric act of terrorism when Mumbai was attacked and whole country was held hostage on gunpoint by a group of 10 goons and for 60 long hours I was feeling as if our democracy, security and intelligence count for nothing and for long time after I was annoyed by the way the issue was being handled and the derisory statements by Pakistani leaders and their barefaced denial of proofs that suggested they were actual planners of this inhuman act got me red hot in anger. Pakistan has not done anything till date except accepting the fact that attacks were result of their homegrown terror schools and as I write this Pakistan has done enough to prove that it is a failed state where anyone can ambush high profile delegates and then escape unscathed after staging dance of devil for 25 minutes. Pakistan leaders have got a bigmouth to blame India for all this but I feel sorry at their plight as their own people ridicule their blame tactics. I can go on and on with this topic but it will only help in arousing my anger.
Coming to my small world, well it has been a mixed bag. I have managed to hold on to my sports although most of the times I am alone on basketball court but still I don’t feel any drift from that game and so is the case with Roger Federer who might not be the number one player right now but for me will always remain the best ever and I don’t see any reason why he wouldn’t be on top again come what may and as I see many people around me trying to suggest otherwise I cannot help but give them wincing faces. My one significant achievement has been that I have read 3 novels during this time (actually I couldn’t stand the idea of reading novels before) and also I have opened up a bit to Hindi movies and songs and actually enjoyed watching some movies like Jab We Met, A Wednesday and Delhi 6 in particular. I found Delhi 6 good in all aspects, it had some thought provoking sequences and ideas like in which it was shown how “Prem Chopra” tries fix “Sonam Kapoor’s” marriage there is a news channel in background in which dialog is “ ab aap dekh rahe hain akhiri souda” it was just hilarious and portrayed hypocrisy prevalent in religious ranks and also some strong sequences. It shows how we Indian seek refuge in totally absurd news and concepts and how they manifest themselves into big problems and how we all fall prey to our inner daemons and at the end we Indians just are one when it comes to killing evils in existing society and it presents a true picture of Indian society which goes forward day by day but never forgets its roots.
I think I have still not sorted out my confusions but in short this time gave me some very important lessons for life and I at least one fight with each of my friends some of them still haven’t been sorted and many a times I feel like sorting it but things just don’t fall in place anyways as I write this I am filled with new energy to sort all issues and get back to life which I have been missing like hell. As I end this first attempt of reclamation I am just observing the highs and lows I have seen in my writing also just few months back I had my article published on Reuters website (it’s true guys.. I used to kickass in writing) and now here I am totally rusty and struggling to find a topic but I pray to god that I find old passion again. As the end draws near I just have few lines to say…. Well it’s some lines of a song from Delhi 6 which describe my state during this period.
Ooo ek khushboo aati thi
Main Bhatkta Jaata Tha
Reshmi Si Maaya Thi
Aur Mein Takta Jaata Tha
Jab Teri Gali Aayaa, Sach Kabhi Nazar Aayaa
Mujhme Hi woh Khushboo Thi, Jise Tune Milwaaya
Maula Maula Maulaa Mere Maula…
Maula Maula Maulaa Maula…
Darare Darare Hai Mathey Pe Maula
Marammat Muqaddar ki kardo Maula
Mere Maula….
Tootke Bhikharna Mujhko, Zaroor Aata hai
Varna Ibaadatwaala Shaur Aata Hai
Sajde Mein Rehne Do Ab Kahin Na Jaaongaa
Ab Jo Tumne Thukraaya To Sawar Na Paaongaa
Monday, March 3, 2008
Tiny Little Fractures!!!!!!!!
Huge ocean of uncertainty lay in my front
lots of ships i see, wanting to break free.
free from shackles and people,
i see my ship sailing into the loner ocean.
The ship wants to sail fast and ahead
but then why few things pull her back,
back into the times of darkness that once prevailed
the tiny little ship feels totally lost and afraid.
Getting over the blues that lay in blue ocean
trying to forget all the glooms behind,
it always hopes for new shores,
only to find that in the world,where most are happy
why is it doomed to sail in dark hallows.
As the ship sails farther and farther
the waters become deadly and unfriendly.
now everybody finds blackened emotions and deep scars on its body,
times have changed drastically what was once a glittering soul.
So it sails continuously deeper and deeper into the dubiety
The ship will get solitary and jittery with every mile.
I foresee some mistakes to be made, errs that can never be prevented,
but still journey has to go on for its ultimate destiny.
The ship has to finally sink several fathoms deep to meet its ultimate end.
It will finally meet her fate and every body will say
" hahaha there it goes, what a misfit it always was".
To meet its place, was always the reason and result of the journey.
when it lies there waiting to crumble slowly,
nobody will ask the reason for its end, and as always,
Those tiny little fractures will be loud enough tell all......
lots of ships i see, wanting to break free.
free from shackles and people,
i see my ship sailing into the loner ocean.
The ship wants to sail fast and ahead
but then why few things pull her back,
back into the times of darkness that once prevailed
the tiny little ship feels totally lost and afraid.
Getting over the blues that lay in blue ocean
trying to forget all the glooms behind,
it always hopes for new shores,
only to find that in the world,where most are happy
why is it doomed to sail in dark hallows.
As the ship sails farther and farther
the waters become deadly and unfriendly.
now everybody finds blackened emotions and deep scars on its body,
times have changed drastically what was once a glittering soul.
So it sails continuously deeper and deeper into the dubiety
The ship will get solitary and jittery with every mile.
I foresee some mistakes to be made, errs that can never be prevented,
but still journey has to go on for its ultimate destiny.
The ship has to finally sink several fathoms deep to meet its ultimate end.
It will finally meet her fate and every body will say
" hahaha there it goes, what a misfit it always was".
To meet its place, was always the reason and result of the journey.
when it lies there waiting to crumble slowly,
nobody will ask the reason for its end, and as always,
Those tiny little fractures will be loud enough tell all......
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Closet Revisited !!!!!
He spilled it all, all over the place
Just for the sake of his stupid false rage
for the guy whose skeletons were un closeted
now the same figures lie in open leaving the owner wailing and wilted.
Convictions once formed should be deeply guarded,
how stupid this thought seem to me now.
and the guy whom I trusted like no one else
doesn't even care and blames me like everyone else.
Now everyone vouches for betrayers head and
No one to know the reason what turned him otherwise.
Not everybody is perfect in this world, we all do err some
but why are we then bound to repent,For someone who just dint care.
and the only thing that seems apt is , someone's weakness is else's opportunity.
Even as i call it a close, hardly anything is gonna be changed
Haunting figures will still make me creepy ,but as always some lessons learned
and enshrouded facts revisited, why did i cry for that guy some ages back who anyways turned perfidious and the only ques i ask myself at the end " Was it all actually worth it?"....
SO the gospel which prevails in the end is " We all have skeletons in the closet, its all about who owns them proudly".... :(
Just for the sake of his stupid false rage
for the guy whose skeletons were un closeted
now the same figures lie in open leaving the owner wailing and wilted.
Convictions once formed should be deeply guarded,
how stupid this thought seem to me now.
and the guy whom I trusted like no one else
doesn't even care and blames me like everyone else.
Now everyone vouches for betrayers head and
No one to know the reason what turned him otherwise.
Not everybody is perfect in this world, we all do err some
but why are we then bound to repent,For someone who just dint care.
and the only thing that seems apt is , someone's weakness is else's opportunity.
Even as i call it a close, hardly anything is gonna be changed
Haunting figures will still make me creepy ,but as always some lessons learned
and enshrouded facts revisited, why did i cry for that guy some ages back who anyways turned perfidious and the only ques i ask myself at the end " Was it all actually worth it?"....
SO the gospel which prevails in the end is " We all have skeletons in the closet, its all about who owns them proudly".... :(
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Answer That... !!!!
Its again a sunday morning and yet again its only me in entire wing who has been ditched by impudent sleep.I still cant figure out what to do so i think rather than thinking about what to and doing nothing, i decided to think nothing and write.
We all are impounded seldom with some questions over and over again and still u never think how to approach answer to these questions and get bowled over them.lets thnk upon some of these questions.
Q1) Hows life going???
I think most of orkut users suffer from what we call " Hows life syndrome" u open ur scrap book and most u see is the same above mentioned statement and how are we supposed to answer that, i wish if they could have been little more precise about field of what they called life and want to know about,or its just that they want to waste our time if they think we are going to think about their ques and write a whole Statement of Purpose (SOP)about life, but to their utter dismay we all write " all s well " so sadddd...
Q2) hey wassup??
Every time someone asks this question i always look above skies or my room ceiling to see if anything is wrong coz the person who asks this ques seems to be very bothered as he thinks the whole skies are falling on me and he just warns me, but every time i see i only find the same fan which wont fall until some fine day i decide to hang on it bored by this stupid ques.
Q3)What do you expect from this course ???
well it is a bit intellectual and we are dished this question every time some professor thinks that we have all arguments ready regarding this ques, but usually the argument that follows is like a well designed masterpiece which will work equally well be it for some complicated technical course or be it some totally bakar humanities course.Even girls give the same argument to this ques whom we all expect to think something but i guess they are also confused like we all are..
well now i see some signs of my wing waking up with shekhar ( mah buddy) saying " ajeet please tere blog me mera naam mat likhna hum uske bojh tale dab jaate hain :fear: and ankit saying saale bakar baazaon sone do,well he has a torrid time playing synapse synapse whole day..so its time for me to indulge again in some gibbers and u all think how to answer these questions..... :)
We all are impounded seldom with some questions over and over again and still u never think how to approach answer to these questions and get bowled over them.lets thnk upon some of these questions.
Q1) Hows life going???
I think most of orkut users suffer from what we call " Hows life syndrome" u open ur scrap book and most u see is the same above mentioned statement and how are we supposed to answer that, i wish if they could have been little more precise about field of what they called life and want to know about,or its just that they want to waste our time if they think we are going to think about their ques and write a whole Statement of Purpose (SOP)about life, but to their utter dismay we all write " all s well " so sadddd...
Q2) hey wassup??
Every time someone asks this question i always look above skies or my room ceiling to see if anything is wrong coz the person who asks this ques seems to be very bothered as he thinks the whole skies are falling on me and he just warns me, but every time i see i only find the same fan which wont fall until some fine day i decide to hang on it bored by this stupid ques.
Q3)What do you expect from this course ???
well it is a bit intellectual and we are dished this question every time some professor thinks that we have all arguments ready regarding this ques, but usually the argument that follows is like a well designed masterpiece which will work equally well be it for some complicated technical course or be it some totally bakar humanities course.Even girls give the same argument to this ques whom we all expect to think something but i guess they are also confused like we all are..
well now i see some signs of my wing waking up with shekhar ( mah buddy) saying " ajeet please tere blog me mera naam mat likhna hum uske bojh tale dab jaate hain :fear: and ankit saying saale bakar baazaon sone do,well he has a torrid time playing synapse synapse whole day..so its time for me to indulge again in some gibbers and u all think how to answer these questions..... :)
Sunday, December 2, 2007
Shhhhhhhh!! Don't Laugh when Jerks around!!!!
It all started when with a fine evening the day after our endsems were over, we decided to waste some precious free time we had.So some of us went to see the movie "Aaja Nach le" we were 7 in all (Me,Rat,Shekhar,Ishan ,Pk, Poojan and Modi bhaiya)as expected movie was little(actually too much) boring in some starting moments so we all had to find some sense of humour in those scenes too stop ourselves from sleeping,and as everybody knows that i apparently need no reason to burst into laughters so after some pun intended scenes in that movie i was treating that movie like some comedy movie.After about 45 mins of movie watching i was all into hahahaha hihhihihih hohohohohho kind of laughters(courtsey PK bhaiya ke pj) of which my wing and adjacent rooms are immune to and it wasn't only me, very soon the people learned this trick to prevent tempting siesta.
well i had no intentions of slowing down with my laughter bursts but wen movie started inching towards interval suddenly the man(actually he is the jerk) sitting in row just ahead of me called it a day with " oyeeee hero tereko jyada hansi aa rahi hai kya??" well nothing like this ever happened to me like someone telling me to stop laughing while watching movie so i just threw him a sorry word and said"i won't repeat this"but the problem with some people is that as soon as they heard the word "Sorry" they think the man in front of them is week and they can get all over him and just free some of their life's disappointments on him, and so the man still kept saying " abe ek lagi na to saari hansi nikal jayegi" and i again said " are uncle ek baar sorry bol diya na " and shekhar to joining "are uncle baad me ladna abhi movie dekne do" the jerk still dint stop,now modi bhaiya joined he said " are uncle ye aise hi hasta hai ye aapke upar nahi has raha hai!!" and now he took on modi bhaiya saying "abe tu kaun hai chup chaap baitha reh" then modi bhiya too uttered to me "are yaar tu bhi kisko sorry bol raha hai" well the man was still in no mood of stopping and he thought he will threaten me by calling a"one on one" fight thinking that i as alone when actually we were 7 in all, and trust me he dint stand a chance even if i was alone.But may be his kid (ohh yes he muttered those kinda words when he was with his FAMILY:O)saw 7 of us and fore seeing the grave consequences of the fight he stopped him "papa rehne do rook jao" and so the jerk finally stopped honking.
My laugh called it a day from that time till the movie ended.Poojan bhaiya called me to his seat to prevent any further arguments and so i got to enjoy that movie a little bit.Looking back to that event some people never deserve sorry, i still feel pity abt that man he must be really disappointed in his life.well i would still not stop laughing but in future if i go to watch a movie i'll see that some of that jerk's cousins are not sitting nearby me..... :)....
well i had no intentions of slowing down with my laughter bursts but wen movie started inching towards interval suddenly the man(actually he is the jerk) sitting in row just ahead of me called it a day with " oyeeee hero tereko jyada hansi aa rahi hai kya??" well nothing like this ever happened to me like someone telling me to stop laughing while watching movie so i just threw him a sorry word and said"i won't repeat this"but the problem with some people is that as soon as they heard the word "Sorry" they think the man in front of them is week and they can get all over him and just free some of their life's disappointments on him, and so the man still kept saying " abe ek lagi na to saari hansi nikal jayegi" and i again said " are uncle ek baar sorry bol diya na " and shekhar to joining "are uncle baad me ladna abhi movie dekne do" the jerk still dint stop,now modi bhaiya joined he said " are uncle ye aise hi hasta hai ye aapke upar nahi has raha hai!!" and now he took on modi bhaiya saying "abe tu kaun hai chup chaap baitha reh" then modi bhiya too uttered to me "are yaar tu bhi kisko sorry bol raha hai" well the man was still in no mood of stopping and he thought he will threaten me by calling a"one on one" fight thinking that i as alone when actually we were 7 in all, and trust me he dint stand a chance even if i was alone.But may be his kid (ohh yes he muttered those kinda words when he was with his FAMILY:O)saw 7 of us and fore seeing the grave consequences of the fight he stopped him "papa rehne do rook jao" and so the jerk finally stopped honking.
My laugh called it a day from that time till the movie ended.Poojan bhaiya called me to his seat to prevent any further arguments and so i got to enjoy that movie a little bit.Looking back to that event some people never deserve sorry, i still feel pity abt that man he must be really disappointed in his life.well i would still not stop laughing but in future if i go to watch a movie i'll see that some of that jerk's cousins are not sitting nearby me..... :)....
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Anything Left!!!!!!
Well He said it all with his game.So i guess i don't have to say anything more so this is the shortest among all Fed series articles till now and anyways its in the heart it need not to be told over and over again.
"This is no muscle bound goliath,that serve is not always going subsonic.There is a craft and strategy at work .It is plain old fashioned hard work that this man brings on court when his show is on.
The most you will hear out of him during a contest is a grunt of affirmation when a crucial point goes exactly the way he plotted.There are no histrionics on court,and even the celebrations are saved and silent.There is a routine in the world of Roger Federer.It speaks of tremendous discipline,it speaks of a man who must rule,for he has moulded himself precisely for the task of ruling".
source--- some article from RC magazine which i somehow managed to sneak out of RC... :)... so i guess the wide gulf reinstated... :)
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Iceberg Melting!!!!!!!
Wellllll this is a story about 5 or 6 persons lets name them
Bhopal-1 or B1
Bhopal-2 or B2
Bhopal-3 or B3
Meerut-M,Guest appearance but important one
Jaipur -Despised,detested or in short nobody we will call him J....
Well since three years almost All Bs were a close friend to J. J used to love them a lot for all the fun filled moments he had with them with constant useless talk sessions and all useless dinner time talk sessions (which J still loves anyways). J was always an liability in everything related to lab,it all started in 3rd sem while choosing IEl lab partners B1 got labby to I1(Indore 1) even though J did ask B1 beforehand to be his lab partner but B1 preferred I instead,and rest of B's preferred their previous semester's DCP lab partners,J dint know the reason well this was the first time J was ditched or dumped or in short discarded,Then came the 4'th sem a semester which was in itself a turmoil for J, the similar story followed as all the Bs agan carried the same lab partners for BCS lab... well this time they had a compatibility issue in their minds ( well J really failed to understand that did that compatibility was something like Life parter compatibility coz these people used the word compatibility too liberally as J uses the word "obviously".
Well time breezed and all entered into 5'th sem and this time all Bs had an concept or misconception "J has changed" which they always used to say " J tu badal gaya..." dont know what were the sources of Bs that suggested these creepy thoughts .... ahem ahem.. coming to the lab saga again they had DCS this time somehow they still carried the same lab partners (compatibility rulzzz :S ) but because of lack of effective lab equipments that lab really became a time pass as a B used that time for his all extracurricular responsibilities or CC. J never took the getting change notion seriously even though it was the most commonly uttered sentence from them and J still gave them the frequent " No reason Parties" and was the center of everybody's late nite tak maaro gibber sessions with B3 always asking the same ques. "aapko pata hai buddhimaan aur befkoof me antar kya hai???" everytime J wanted to tell them something with enthusiasm and all laughed at this indifferently after this ques and somethings J never told becoz of all this and shunning everything funny J tried to say (J did mind sometimes but he kept this all to itself) , yet again time passed as a wisker and appeared the DCS lab exam and this time the compatibility issue as like a double edged sword which resulted in last min ditch to J from B1 and B2 with both these reverting bak to their old lab partners with B2 saying "J tu apna partner dhoondh le .. and same reply from B1". J was all alone by himself .. He did got a lab partner by god's grace( bhagwan sab dekhta hai :)) and so the lab exam passed without much huffs and puffs. J was done being despised and all.
Now comes the M... he just said a line to J " you will always be like this and u will always be ditched at crucial moments by whom u think are important" J ignored that clause at that moment but don't know... he did thought about that after words and will always pondering "IS that so??? " ( this all resulted into writing all this till now .. ).... Well anyways time goes on J is still despised and still romped over and the "NO reason parties continue".... and J isstill fired the same sarcastic judgement " J tu badal gaya" ...
Well Icebergs are huge but they do melt glacier by glacier into the vast ocean underneath.... so is J..., but one thing for sure ... J will never change..... :(....
Bhopal-1 or B1
Bhopal-2 or B2
Bhopal-3 or B3
Meerut-M,Guest appearance but important one
Jaipur -Despised,detested or in short nobody we will call him J....
Well since three years almost All Bs were a close friend to J. J used to love them a lot for all the fun filled moments he had with them with constant useless talk sessions and all useless dinner time talk sessions (which J still loves anyways). J was always an liability in everything related to lab,it all started in 3rd sem while choosing IEl lab partners B1 got labby to I1(Indore 1) even though J did ask B1 beforehand to be his lab partner but B1 preferred I instead,and rest of B's preferred their previous semester's DCP lab partners,J dint know the reason well this was the first time J was ditched or dumped or in short discarded,Then came the 4'th sem a semester which was in itself a turmoil for J, the similar story followed as all the Bs agan carried the same lab partners for BCS lab... well this time they had a compatibility issue in their minds ( well J really failed to understand that did that compatibility was something like Life parter compatibility coz these people used the word compatibility too liberally as J uses the word "obviously".
Well time breezed and all entered into 5'th sem and this time all Bs had an concept or misconception "J has changed" which they always used to say " J tu badal gaya..." dont know what were the sources of Bs that suggested these creepy thoughts .... ahem ahem.. coming to the lab saga again they had DCS this time somehow they still carried the same lab partners (compatibility rulzzz :S ) but because of lack of effective lab equipments that lab really became a time pass as a B used that time for his all extracurricular responsibilities or CC. J never took the getting change notion seriously even though it was the most commonly uttered sentence from them and J still gave them the frequent " No reason Parties" and was the center of everybody's late nite tak maaro gibber sessions with B3 always asking the same ques. "aapko pata hai buddhimaan aur befkoof me antar kya hai???" everytime J wanted to tell them something with enthusiasm and all laughed at this indifferently after this ques and somethings J never told becoz of all this and shunning everything funny J tried to say (J did mind sometimes but he kept this all to itself) , yet again time passed as a wisker and appeared the DCS lab exam and this time the compatibility issue as like a double edged sword which resulted in last min ditch to J from B1 and B2 with both these reverting bak to their old lab partners with B2 saying "J tu apna partner dhoondh le .. and same reply from B1". J was all alone by himself .. He did got a lab partner by god's grace( bhagwan sab dekhta hai :)) and so the lab exam passed without much huffs and puffs. J was done being despised and all.
Now comes the M... he just said a line to J " you will always be like this and u will always be ditched at crucial moments by whom u think are important" J ignored that clause at that moment but don't know... he did thought about that after words and will always pondering "IS that so??? " ( this all resulted into writing all this till now .. ).... Well anyways time goes on J is still despised and still romped over and the "NO reason parties continue".... and J isstill fired the same sarcastic judgement " J tu badal gaya" ...
Well Icebergs are huge but they do melt glacier by glacier into the vast ocean underneath.... so is J..., but one thing for sure ... J will never change..... :(....
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Insomniac's Despereate Supplications!!!!!!
No matter how much you work yourself out, some things never work out the way they should be,So from now on i am going to stop running after my punic sleep coz i am anyways not going to get it.The event called "sleep disruption " has a lot of elements in its sample space so i learned in PAS course last semester that the probability of event is going to increase is it has more no. of elements in its sample space,So i hereby make some desperate pleas last time hope somebody listens to them.
1) Some people should turn their message alerts off during night if they are likely to get flood of messages or signal going out and up sound again and again.
2)The people living in rooms that lie closest to my room(1'st yearites) please don't set alarms in ur cells coz u all are anyways not going to wake up and its pointless setting some freaky croaks as ur alarm coz its only me who is going to get disturbed by it, if not u....
3)The newspaper hawker please slip in the paper from below the door and not drop it from top of my door.The sound it produces is more than enough to get me disturbed.
4) To my wingmates please change ur gibbering place to little bit away from my room after 3 am(to all DOTAAAAAAAAA people) and if u are not going then change ur lingo to hindi or anything more comprehendible .
5) If you are going to eat kurkure and lays in my room at 5 in the morning during exams please don't make crackling noises from its packing .Hope the person living in room E-101 gets the message.
6)The Hutch authorities please change ur default wrong number settings to some other no. coz i am facing the brunt of all wrong calls since last two years.So please play a fair game and give someone else enjoy the privileges of this very nice service ( y not try ur own numbers.. :s)
7)If the last request goes unheard ,to all subscribers dialing wrong numbers my name reeds Ajeet Singh and i have no intention of changing my name in near future so that immediately precludes that my name is not Mahesh bhai,gautam,manish,jatin or any other gujju bhai and definitely I am not Jyoti (if u want to know her cell no. change my no's 5'th digit to 0 ).If u all are still to dumb, dont make a call at 6:20 in the MORNING at least this is time when u expect a normal person (and jatin if he too is normal) to be in his sleep, if u call please agree when i say "I am not jatin,i am Ajeet" and if i disconnect the call after that please don't call again to ask" Agar aap jatin nahi hai to kaun hai?? aur aap ka number kya hai??" i think for that a cell has a very sophisticated section called "Call Logs" consult it, but then seems like people are getting to bugged by Digital divide.
well there are few more reasons for me getting disturbed but those are neways not going to be granted and so are insignificant.So these were some last pleas to my perfidious sleep to stay with me, hope she gets the message... :)..
1) Some people should turn their message alerts off during night if they are likely to get flood of messages or signal going out and up sound again and again.
2)The people living in rooms that lie closest to my room(1'st yearites) please don't set alarms in ur cells coz u all are anyways not going to wake up and its pointless setting some freaky croaks as ur alarm coz its only me who is going to get disturbed by it, if not u....
3)The newspaper hawker please slip in the paper from below the door and not drop it from top of my door.The sound it produces is more than enough to get me disturbed.
4) To my wingmates please change ur gibbering place to little bit away from my room after 3 am(to all DOTAAAAAAAAA people) and if u are not going then change ur lingo to hindi or anything more comprehendible .
5) If you are going to eat kurkure and lays in my room at 5 in the morning during exams please don't make crackling noises from its packing .Hope the person living in room E-101 gets the message.
6)The Hutch authorities please change ur default wrong number settings to some other no. coz i am facing the brunt of all wrong calls since last two years.So please play a fair game and give someone else enjoy the privileges of this very nice service ( y not try ur own numbers.. :s)
7)If the last request goes unheard ,to all subscribers dialing wrong numbers my name reeds Ajeet Singh and i have no intention of changing my name in near future so that immediately precludes that my name is not Mahesh bhai,gautam,manish,jatin or any other gujju bhai and definitely I am not Jyoti (if u want to know her cell no. change my no's 5'th digit to 0 ).If u all are still to dumb, dont make a call at 6:20 in the MORNING at least this is time when u expect a normal person (and jatin if he too is normal) to be in his sleep, if u call please agree when i say "I am not jatin,i am Ajeet" and if i disconnect the call after that please don't call again to ask" Agar aap jatin nahi hai to kaun hai?? aur aap ka number kya hai??" i think for that a cell has a very sophisticated section called "Call Logs" consult it, but then seems like people are getting to bugged by Digital divide.
well there are few more reasons for me getting disturbed but those are neways not going to be granted and so are insignificant.So these were some last pleas to my perfidious sleep to stay with me, hope she gets the message... :)..
Friday, October 5, 2007
So u wanna fly !!!!!!!!!
As the concept and advertisements of "Incredible India" is growing strong and apparently every indian embassy screaming out loud on numerous billboards "Padharo mhare Desh" like it did in New York a fortnight ago by flooding almost every advertisement board with "India Incredible" ads u can be certain it must have caught somebody's imagination but looking at the airports that are in "Mhare Desh" u doubt if they can provide a solid backup for all that buzz going around.
Reading TOI article about indian airports and about Mumbai airport that leads to terminal(gateway) to India,the stats were revealing enough to put the facts bare that even a stupid like me can extract a lot out of them.The stats said Mumbai airport handels approximately 680 flights per day( u think this is a huge number than take a look at JFK airport it handles avg 20 flights per min.) that is likely to rise well above 700 come this winter.This large number feels good, but the problem is pretty much same as what we face everyday ie Parking space and the fact is an airliner has to fly 15 mins in search of even a gully to park in , pretty much what we do when we are out but the scale makes all the difference as these 15 mins mean a lot of costly fuel going down the drain.Mumbai Airport has a single runway and so the whole airport infrastructure like ferrying passengers too and fro between terminal and carrier takes a real beating due to unorganized parking of jumbojets and consequently a trip from terminal to plane takes 40 mins :O, even a bailgaadi or me just sauntering can beat this,Coming to our IGI airport Delhi i would refrain from making any comment more strong than that it faces fog problems even in mid summer and all the scheduling takes a back seat.
Its not that only indian airports are facing these problems Heathrow and JFK are quite past this stage and are building new terminals and runways when their old facilities have been handling 67,527,923 passengers and more than 1100,000 aircrafts annually, but thanks to technologies like Airplane stacking they don't even know what a parking space deficiency means.
Coming to security on airports ohhhh yea indian civil aviation ministry has proposed a passenger profiling ( for all those who don't know what the hell does it means.. its about running a back around search for all the passengers and their past records and family background so that any foul play can be sensed prior.) but see the efffect of it britain used this and was gifted with 7/7 bombings, imagine its repercussions in india where we see a bomb going off every 15 days.
Well it may be critical acclaim from an amateur whose life revolves around LT,Lab Building and CEP and who prefers a train for his journey to home during vacations ,but honestly for me Destination India Concept roxxx coz there is lot more to India than these airports and after all these busy terminals are just a gateway leading to INDIYEAH.... :)
Reading TOI article about indian airports and about Mumbai airport that leads to terminal(gateway) to India,the stats were revealing enough to put the facts bare that even a stupid like me can extract a lot out of them.The stats said Mumbai airport handels approximately 680 flights per day( u think this is a huge number than take a look at JFK airport it handles avg 20 flights per min.) that is likely to rise well above 700 come this winter.This large number feels good, but the problem is pretty much same as what we face everyday ie Parking space and the fact is an airliner has to fly 15 mins in search of even a gully to park in , pretty much what we do when we are out but the scale makes all the difference as these 15 mins mean a lot of costly fuel going down the drain.Mumbai Airport has a single runway and so the whole airport infrastructure like ferrying passengers too and fro between terminal and carrier takes a real beating due to unorganized parking of jumbojets and consequently a trip from terminal to plane takes 40 mins :O, even a bailgaadi or me just sauntering can beat this,Coming to our IGI airport Delhi i would refrain from making any comment more strong than that it faces fog problems even in mid summer and all the scheduling takes a back seat.
Its not that only indian airports are facing these problems Heathrow and JFK are quite past this stage and are building new terminals and runways when their old facilities have been handling 67,527,923 passengers and more than 1100,000 aircrafts annually, but thanks to technologies like Airplane stacking they don't even know what a parking space deficiency means.
Coming to security on airports ohhhh yea indian civil aviation ministry has proposed a passenger profiling ( for all those who don't know what the hell does it means.. its about running a back around search for all the passengers and their past records and family background so that any foul play can be sensed prior.) but see the efffect of it britain used this and was gifted with 7/7 bombings, imagine its repercussions in india where we see a bomb going off every 15 days.
Well it may be critical acclaim from an amateur whose life revolves around LT,Lab Building and CEP and who prefers a train for his journey to home during vacations ,but honestly for me Destination India Concept roxxx coz there is lot more to India than these airports and after all these busy terminals are just a gateway leading to INDIYEAH.... :)
Saturday, September 29, 2007
The Search!!!!
People change as do seasons and life moves on around our loved ones ,but many a times we are in a run against our principles and ever mounting expectations from us.The fear of being judged just by our achievements alone haunts us like nightmare.
It always hurts when ur loved one says " you have changed..... my friend" and breaks off,leaving you chagrined and you are left all alone doing nothing but complaining " was i wrong???".Why do the reasons behind our change go unheard most of the times ???,If we change ourselves is that going to change those very people's attitude who wanted us to change and were all the reason behind our change.
So here is our drama team presenting a play " The Confession" in search of some of these answers".
Please don't blame me for putting too much schmaltz views,I wrote it during my CNS lab,Its how i feel during the most dreaded three hours of my week.
The usual daiict hooting followed after this,sad part we dint win, but my team really rocked it all were awesome who really worked very hard courtesy my director Apurva, and thanxx all in my team mates who must be feeling their ears choked because of my endless shouting.You all did me proud in my first directorial and writing venture.... :)
It always hurts when ur loved one says " you have changed..... my friend" and breaks off,leaving you chagrined and you are left all alone doing nothing but complaining " was i wrong???".Why do the reasons behind our change go unheard most of the times ???,If we change ourselves is that going to change those very people's attitude who wanted us to change and were all the reason behind our change.
So here is our drama team presenting a play " The Confession" in search of some of these answers".
Please don't blame me for putting too much schmaltz views,I wrote it during my CNS lab,Its how i feel during the most dreaded three hours of my week.
The usual daiict hooting followed after this,sad part we dint win, but my team really rocked it all were awesome who really worked very hard courtesy my director Apurva, and thanxx all in my team mates who must be feeling their ears choked because of my endless shouting.You all did me proud in my first directorial and writing venture.... :)
Saturday, September 15, 2007
Break ups :( :( !!!!!!
Here I go again I promised myself I wouldn't think of you today
It's been several months and counting
You've moved on
I still feel exactly the same
It's just that everywhere I go all the buildings know your name
Like photographs and memories of love
Steel and granite reminders
The city calls your name and I can't move on
Am I all alone in the universe?
There's no love on these streets
I have given mine away to a world that didn't want it anyway
So this is my new freedom
It's funny
I don't remember being chained
But nothing seems to make sense anymore
Without you I'm always twenty minutes late
Ever since you've been gone
The lights go out the same
The only difference is
You call another name
To your love
To your lover now,
The lover after me
And time goes by so slowly
The nights are cold and lonely
I shouldn't be holding on
But I'm still holding on for you
Here I go again
I promised myself I wouldn't think of you today
But I'm standing at your doorway
I'm calling out your name coz I can't move on..
It's been several months and counting
You've moved on
I still feel exactly the same
It's just that everywhere I go all the buildings know your name
Like photographs and memories of love
Steel and granite reminders
The city calls your name and I can't move on
Am I all alone in the universe?
There's no love on these streets
I have given mine away to a world that didn't want it anyway
So this is my new freedom
It's funny
I don't remember being chained
But nothing seems to make sense anymore
Without you I'm always twenty minutes late
Ever since you've been gone
The lights go out the same
The only difference is
You call another name
To your love
To your lover now,
The lover after me
And time goes by so slowly
The nights are cold and lonely
I shouldn't be holding on
But I'm still holding on for you
Here I go again
I promised myself I wouldn't think of you today
But I'm standing at your doorway
I'm calling out your name coz I can't move on..
Friday, September 14, 2007
Dreamer....
As i am not blessed with a good sound sleep most of the times so i do what everybody does ie lost in oneirism thinking about what things i would love if they come across me and then we just get lost in the feeling if we happen to get what we dream of.Fighting a tough war against reality and just a wildest fantasies here i want to list some of my dreams.* To pursue all my wing mates and some other friends to SAC so they at least get a feel of sports,but some people are just too much afraid of getting minor injuries cohhmonnnnnnn get a life.
* I want myself to play at least 6 hours at SAC without stopping which i think a too towering job.
* To act and direct a blockbuster drama but its too difficult coz i seem to run out of patience too soon when it comes to directing.
* To grow little bit more in height.
* To beat Ankit and Shekhar when it comes to sleeping(these guys can sleep for 12 hrs without any problem and i get bored in my wing wen everybody is sleeping)
* To go deep see diving near Coral reef near Australia.
* To Convey what i want to say in just one go without having to repeat i really hate it.
* I want to tour these four cities at least once in a life.Paris,Sydney,New York and London.
*To hear my father say " I am proud of you" but i haven't done any thing till now that makes him feel like that :( :(, really want it.
* To never be misunderstood coz i speak and do many things just out of my mind without any serious intentions.
* To watch Federer win all the four Grand Slams in a single year sitting right there in the front row in stands.
Forget all these dreams i'll be more than contented for rest of my life if i realize the last four dreams... :)..
I Got The Answer Yuhooooooooo :)!!!!
So He did it again what he is best at ie is coming to a slam, making it quite difficult for other people to play against him and as usual lifting the coveted trophy over and over again and the other players raise their hands in despair towards crowd saying " ohhhh god what more do i need to do to snatch even a set from this man ( forget abt the match albeit, the opponents he faced in his straight sets rout from quarter finals to the finals were caught saying this most of the times), So here is the answer i mean i have been following his game since last 6-7 years and now i hope i got some tricks that will really work if someone is to win over the ever toweringgame of fed. So i hope this article will be among the most hit articles as i am going to unveil some dark kept secrets and i hope all the other tennis stars read this article. So here are some tricks.
1) In a set he is allowed to serve only once rest all service games go to the opponent.
2) He is not allowed to serve out aces ( what he does at will) and if he does he is penalised 15 points in that game.
3) He can have maximum of 3 net approaches during a set if he has more he should be penalized by awarding a game to opponent (Andrew Roddick should feel better now.)
4) He is not allowed to hit even a single cross court backhand winner (something only which he can do so its an unfair advantage :D).
5)The opponent should get 30 bonus points in start of each game to balance out a little on enormous talent(Nadal on cloud 9 now. :D)
6) Out of minimum 5 service games ( chek rule no.1) that opponent serves in one of those games federer is not allowed to enter even the court ie the opponent serves virtually to nobody ( Novak Djikovich says hurrraaahhhhhhhh).
7) In a service game of fed. the opponent is allowed choose anyone of the next best player to play along side him ie it will be a 2 on 1 game.
8) Fed. has to strictly play from baseline and also is not allowed to hit dead drop shots...
well i hope now is all these rules are followed there exists a rare outside chance ( still rare though) to win over the invincible federer, till these steps are not brought into immediate effect there will be no escape from the most familiar sight in tennis ie federer waving his hands with a glistering trophy in his hands over and over again.If u still feel that u can win a game against the king a i got a sound advice to all the top seeds out there .. just get a sleep man... may be god will gift u a dream that u played fed. and defeated him... but then i don't think thats going to happen because the church outside wimbledon (AETCC) stadium reads " Gods Love Federer" so extremely sorry all the players.. u just bounced on a wrong opponent..
Here are the few things the other players had to say about federer.(and u all say that only i am in a habit of raving it up...)
" He hits a a140 mph return,hits the back of the line, you know,whatever"--Andrew Roddick
"I have a loads of respect for him as a person as well.I've told him,I would love to hate you but are too nice"--Andrew Roddick
"Everything,The way he hits the ball and the way he moves it's special.Everybody plays good tennis but compared to federer a lot is missing"-- Filiciano Lopez
"Its Unfortunate that i am playing in Federer era"-- Rafael Nadal
"Everything feels good until you run into Roger..."--James Blake.
"He does a lots of things like me , many things a lot better than me an some things which even i can't do"-- Andre Agassi.
So all the players out there just keep praying federer doesn't romp over you, but then churches still read " Gods Love Federer"...... :)
Friday, September 7, 2007
Somethng to cheer :)..
Sometimes we just can't get some crestfallen thoughts out of our minds just because we unassumingly get skeptical about ourselves, lost somewhere and feel totally out of place and ask ourselves " what i am doing at this place??" .. or something like " cohhhmonnnnnnn i don't deserve to be here" and thus rebuke ourselves and so the thought process becomes perfidious. (well this are all symptoms that i am just finished with my midsems and screwed them badly)For all those who feel the same i got just the right thing to get going again ( not that i am magnanimous but just unable to think anything else productive other than sleeping) so here it is hope u feel on top of ur spirits again..
Maybe we're different, but we're still the same
We all got the blood of Eden, running through our veins
I know sometimes it's hard for you to see
You come between just who you are and who you wanna be
If you feel alone, and lost and need a friend
Remember every new beginning, is some beginning's end
Welcome to wherever you are
This is your life, you made it this far
Welcome, you gotta believe
That right here right now, you're exactly where you're supposed to be
Welcome, to wherever you are
When everybody's in, and you're left out
And you feel your drowning, in a shadow of a doubt
Everyones a miracle in their own way
Just listen to yourself, not what other people say
When it seems you're lost, alone and feeling down
Remember everybody's different
Just take a look around
Be who you want to, be who you are
Everyones a hero, everyones a star
When you wanna give up, and your hearts about to break
Remember that you're perfect, God makes no mistakes.
-- song by Bon jovi
so get up and get going( now don't run to RC straightaway plsss).. pull ur socks,play the game may be victory is just few blocks away :) ...
Maybe we're different, but we're still the same
We all got the blood of Eden, running through our veins
I know sometimes it's hard for you to see
You come between just who you are and who you wanna be
If you feel alone, and lost and need a friend
Remember every new beginning, is some beginning's end
Welcome to wherever you are
This is your life, you made it this far
Welcome, you gotta believe
That right here right now, you're exactly where you're supposed to be
Welcome, to wherever you are
When everybody's in, and you're left out
And you feel your drowning, in a shadow of a doubt
Everyones a miracle in their own way
Just listen to yourself, not what other people say
When it seems you're lost, alone and feeling down
Remember everybody's different
Just take a look around
Be who you want to, be who you are
Everyones a hero, everyones a star
When you wanna give up, and your hearts about to break
Remember that you're perfect, God makes no mistakes.
-- song by Bon jovi
so get up and get going( now don't run to RC straightaway plsss).. pull ur socks,play the game may be victory is just few blocks away :) ...
Thursday, August 30, 2007
The over pampered, ...and Miss gibber..
These days i really land totally out of luck when i leave for home after semester end or midsem break, last two times when i was just trapped with some gujju families who really annoy me like hell and i always used to think.. " the worst thing has happened and now everything no matter how worse will be better than this".. and everytime the luck ditches me like some over impudent girlfriend so it did the same this time when i went for raakhi vacations to drop my elder sister home. I was really looking ahead for having a nice time talking to her but the events that occoured were among worst of nightmares.
As the train started and after people get settled to ambience of endless buzz going around in a train.A lady in front of me with her daughter was announcing to others " Meri Beti DPS RKP me padhti hai"actually she made that proud announcement over 10 times( feeling pathetic that i got a count of it donno how) and then to the topping a another young kid who studied at some good school in A'bad also came and sat next to her.. and so the reincarnated "Chak de"(coz girl had the last laugh) began with the comeitition between the two mums going on " Mera beta better" both of them started
what u can call a pop quiz of nursery rhymes ( i would rather call it a 3'rd degree torture..) with endless silly poems bouncing over me i gave it a thought to sing a song in my element tone so that they stop but then i dint for the sake of other people's well being.So i just tried ignoring them and then after some time me n my sister get on with some conversation.
Well its not over yet.Then Miss Gibber arrived well donno her name but she was from our neighbouring college which admits india's best morons ( now don't run looking for answers its the one and only.... NIFT)and then the torture something like " rigorous imprisonment" started as soon as she took her seat she opened her trap(mouth) and started castigating us. she was talking what usually a silly person talks.. her college, to her friend and was getting very grumpy and incidently wen she started talking even the two children(Mr and Miss over pampered) who were revising their english language course in train) started lookin like well groomed kids and all of the people in our coach were really getting annoyed, after 1 hour of harsh torture when she was in no mood of stopping her cell rang and then she started talking on cell ( in bengali.. omg torture unlimited) and then when it was getting extremely annoying and she was still talking on cell the help came from totally unexpected thing ..yes the signal went off and for the first time i thanked " thank good all india is not connected everywhere") and so after some dying desperate " hello.. hello) calls by so called Miss gibber disconnected it.. so buzzed was i that i preffered sleeping there after.. and then i woke up at 4:30 when i was at jaipur station.Well looking back to tha tday .. the only positive i can remember is that i had sound 8 hrs sleep which i don't get even in my room many a times.. i hope the worst is over now.. now i am damn sure nothing can go wrong more than this.. :D.. .
As the train started and after people get settled to ambience of endless buzz going around in a train.A lady in front of me with her daughter was announcing to others " Meri Beti DPS RKP me padhti hai"actually she made that proud announcement over 10 times( feeling pathetic that i got a count of it donno how) and then to the topping a another young kid who studied at some good school in A'bad also came and sat next to her.. and so the reincarnated "Chak de"(coz girl had the last laugh) began with the comeitition between the two mums going on " Mera beta better" both of them started
what u can call a pop quiz of nursery rhymes ( i would rather call it a 3'rd degree torture..) with endless silly poems bouncing over me i gave it a thought to sing a song in my element tone so that they stop but then i dint for the sake of other people's well being.So i just tried ignoring them and then after some time me n my sister get on with some conversation.
Well its not over yet.Then Miss Gibber arrived well donno her name but she was from our neighbouring college which admits india's best morons ( now don't run looking for answers its the one and only.... NIFT)and then the torture something like " rigorous imprisonment" started as soon as she took her seat she opened her trap(mouth) and started castigating us. she was talking what usually a silly person talks.. her college, to her friend and was getting very grumpy and incidently wen she started talking even the two children(Mr and Miss over pampered) who were revising their english language course in train) started lookin like well groomed kids and all of the people in our coach were really getting annoyed, after 1 hour of harsh torture when she was in no mood of stopping her cell rang and then she started talking on cell ( in bengali.. omg torture unlimited) and then when it was getting extremely annoying and she was still talking on cell the help came from totally unexpected thing ..yes the signal went off and for the first time i thanked " thank good all india is not connected everywhere") and so after some dying desperate " hello.. hello) calls by so called Miss gibber disconnected it.. so buzzed was i that i preffered sleeping there after.. and then i woke up at 4:30 when i was at jaipur station.Well looking back to tha tday .. the only positive i can remember is that i had sound 8 hrs sleep which i don't get even in my room many a times.. i hope the worst is over now.. now i am damn sure nothing can go wrong more than this.. :D.. .
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Federer A Quest For perfection...
Yes.. he is back with a bang.Many morons wrote him off when he lost in Montreal Masters but just one week after the montreal defeat the newspapers were again filled up with the routine news " Federer Hammers Blake to win Cincinnati Masters " and federer again showed that he is once again going to be a tough nut to crack in the concluding grandslam of year The US Open. when the last sunday when all news sites and papers were full of saga of familier fedex wins surprisingly the best article on federer (according to me :D) had nothing much to talk about tennis or his blistering forehands or blazing backhand cross court winners that he hits at will, but it had to do about the kind of person federer is and what issues and fears surround the king.It was composed of some excerpts from the book " Roger Federer The Quest For perfection" which i can't wait to read :) so i'll put the extracts right away and hope u'll love it.If you believe Roger Federer, his pursuit of Pete Sampras' record of 14 Grand Slam titles happened almost by accident.
This was not a kid who grew up dreaming of tennis stardom: Fascinated by basketball, Federer says, he decorated his bedroom with posters of Michael Jordan and Shaquille O'Neal.
If you believe Federer, he is not "too obsessed" with getting the better of Rafael Nadal, no matter what it takes. Federer did, after all, give his on-court nemesis a ride on a private jet from last week's tournament in Montreal to this week's tournament here after learning that Nadal was having trouble finding a suitable commercial flight.
Yep, there they were, miles above the earth, Roger and Rafa, chatting with their girlfriends over a sushi lunch, like any pair of wealthy pals. Would McEnroe have done that for Connors?
If you believe Federer, he was an overly competitive, emotional wreck as a teen - and that was just when he played chess with his father, knocking pieces off the board with a swipe of his hand after losing. He took tennis setbacks hard back then, too, he says, smashing rackets and crying inconsolably after defeats.
Eventually, in his early 20s, Federer says, he learned to control such feelings, part of a general maturation that led to his steady on-court demeanor; tears shed nowadays are of the joyous variety.
Self-doubt and awe
If you believe Federer, he lives with self-doubt, with the worry that he'll awake one morning and no longer have the skills that have put him at No 1 in the rankings for a record 185 consecutive weeks, that have led to a 93.5 winning percentage since 2004, that have earned him 11 Grand Slam titles heading into the August 27-September 9 US Open, that awe opponents and fans and, yes, even Federer himself.
"I surprise myself, almost every day," he said during an interview this week.
"The shots I come up with. And if I win, you know, I'm surprised I won. And if I won, I'm surprised I won that easily, sometimes, you know. I win a tough match, and I can't believe the way I got out of it. So, yeah, I get surprised over and over again."
Yet there's that gnawing sense it all could slip away, a feeling that rushes over him from time to time, particularly in the restless hours preceding a big match played at night.
It's why he says he's always looking to improve, why he can't seem to settle on a coach and, indeed, is currently without one.
"I have this worry that I'm not going to play well.... That the day comes where I don't know how to hit a forehand anymore, you know? That I'm blank," Federer said, holding his palms up for emphasis. "That I come on the court and I can't do it."
Implausible as that might sound, you certainly want to believe Federer, and believe in Federer - believe that he's genuine.
"I have heard of stories of people getting sometimes money offered for losing a match and stuff. A lot of money," Federer said. "Nowadays, sports has some funny things going on. Maybe it's just a bad period."
Loved by all
Everyone you speak to in the world of tennis has nothing but positive things to say about Federer.
"He's everything you would want and expect a decent person to be, and yet he's been able to make a lie of the truism that good guys finish second, because, in this case, he's a good guy that comes first all the time," ATP executive chairman Etienne de Villiers said in a telephone interview.
He and Federer haven't always seen eye-to-eye on tour issues such as instant replay. Still, de Villiers summed up his sentiments this way: "He's the kind of guy that every mother would like their daughter to marry."
Said Vince Spadea, a former top 20 player: "Roger's a tremendous gentleman, very cordial. He's not too big for what he's accomplished; it hasn't gotten to him."
In the players' lounge and outside the locker room, Federer draws smiles, handshakes and greetings from past and future opponents, players whose careers might have been oh-so-different had a certain someone born in
Take Andy Roddick, the last player other than Federer to win the US Open, in 2003. The last player other than Federer to finish a year ranked No 1, also in 2003. Someone who has lost three Grand Slam finals, all to Federer. Someone who is 1-13 against Federer.
"I have loads of respect for him, as a person as well," Roddick said after their 2005
Worthy heir
Bjorn Borg said that if someone had to match his modern mark of five consecutive
"Before, I felt under pressure when people were saying, 'He's going to break Sampras' record,' and I was only at five or six," Federer said. "Now I feel like it's closer."
He also hopes to play another five years, at least, adding perhaps a major title per season.
If there's a knock on Federer, it's that he's, well, boring. He doesn't berate chair umpires. Or toss rackets. Or get into fights with paparazzi. It's a notion Federer called "totally unfair."
"People are intrigued with crazy things, you know, in this day and age, especially with reality TV shows and stuff. I see where they are coming from, but ... I still believe that good manners and politeness is the better way to go," he said.
"And if that's boring, then I'm sorry for the people who say that it is boring."
Arlen Kantarian, the US Tennis Association's chief executive of pro tennis, thinks any criticism of being "boring" is more than overwhelmed by Federer's "sense of dignity and style and class."
"He is, I think, also one of those players that we're going to tell our grandchildren about 20 years from now," he said. "We saw Roger Federer play.' That's how significant to the game he has - and will - become."
Well now i hope u'll find a million reasons that why he is loved world over and why u should feel proud to be among a huge lot that loves Federer... :)
Best Of Luck For US Open 2007.. federer , win it and i'll write an article for u shunning the critics ( If any of them left) :) :)...
Thursday, August 9, 2007
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