Clear Unclear

Disclaimer: This is just random. Hence please don't try to find resemblance with anyone's peaceful life.

The 25th year of a man’s life is very important because it represents the peak of his sexual virility. Which is why Aakash will never forget what he was doing during the last minute of his 25th year of life – he was saying “not tonight dear, I need to finish my assignment”.

(As it turned out, the assignment deadline was postponed by a week, but Aakash didn’t know that because he hadn’t checked his email.)

When the fat lady sings, there will be many people, things you might regret not doing.And then there are things that will probably not cause you much regret – such as figuring out “why am I here”.

What’s unclear in life

Many things are unclear in life:

1. “Why am I here?”
2. Is it true that Sachin Tendulkar is, in fact, not just God, but THE MAN ?
3. Does Indian law allow you to divorce your spouse for not letting you watch the TV series of your
    choice ?(Apparently yes)
4. Did Tiger Woods’ first 7 affairs drive him into having the 8th affair ? (Have one affair, shame on you, have  two affairs, shame on me – 8 affairs and you have to feel sorry for the guy!)
5. Will to be(or may be) Mrs. Aakash forgive Aakash for accidentally kissing her friend on her lips last weekend ? (He was aiming for the left cheek but missed! Besides, it’s not like Mrs. Aakash’s friend seemed to mind it all that much – why else would she post the photo on her Facebook!)

 What’s clear in life

If there is one thing clear in life, it is that (as any sign in a mall would say) YOU ARE HERE. So why not take an experiential (rather than an existential) view of life and ask the far more important question – what do I want to do here?

Epilogue: The only time Aakash has asked himself “why am I here?” was during the 93rd minute of waiting at the Women's apparel store in a mall. But then Aakash asked himself “what do I want to do”, causing him to leave the place and head to the much preferable downtown for a well-deserved beer.

Halfway through the beer, to be (or may be) Mrs Aakash called Aakash up to ask him the even more profoundly meaningless question, “why aren’t you here?"

What just comes around!!

“I wonder how at peace I am in a forest...with mist all over my jacket…huge trees who let me just walk…walk miles after miles…no questions no bondages…”

My living room faces the lake in the campus...often I have pulled up a chair on to my balcony watching those thunderous clouds calmly cover it with a blanket of dew drops....no aggression...no fidget. Just pure love and I call it love as I associate emotions to everything that’s beyond my understanding. And nothing so beautiful as a cloud pouring over a forest can define love. Unconditional love!
Nature is our elixir to living.. we have all read it some place…some where but today as I sit, open arms embracing it in me I know why it is said so…
I usually walk back home from my college...not tired but neither upbeat...and I feel this cool breeze flowing all over me…the same I feel when Its night 2 and the forest wind wishes to blow...it has a magic to soothe you…those who haven’t lived near a forest will never know the feeling of flying…slowly and calmly…


I was morbid that day…walking back home wasn’t that great either as I was preoccupied with my ever restless mind, asusual... I slammed the door as I entered…and I wonder how “coming back home to someone” seems entirely out of place when u start living alone…sometimes you are happy to find the solace of living out of the human mess that runs around you day in and day out. My living room has glass slounders. So when it rains we pull those glass walls over and let the coolness come in, that day I just lay still.. lying on the floor of my balcony, drops of rain wetting me mildly… and I lay still…
I closed my eyes and like a movie reel everything ever happy to me flashed around me .

I saw me along with my two other friends playing football in the middle of the night with mud all over us...I saw my mom brewing coffee and me getting wet endlessly in my garden. I see swooshing all over the city up on a racer bike with my best buddy on the wheels…I see my dad painting intensely a snowfall in Russia…I see driving…driving farther and farther alone in an empty road when its 5 in the morning.
I see standing alone in a white sand beach with a boat sailing far east…I see walking and talking the world over with my sister…I see looking into the eyes of serendipity standing in the fields of my college…I see love holding a hand in pain…I see hope in a drop of tear for the unsaid affection…I see two mad friends bike racing….I see floating in the pool with night being bluest of blue and stars shining all over me….I see running … running behind a bus madly to follow it….I see anger for not forgetting the loss…I see passion to find Cassiopeia, the cluster of stars….I see faith in losing loved ones…I see me dancing in the high in trance…I see friendship beyond boundations…

And then I see me standing at the end of a road, my dad at the other end urging me to walk towards him…when I was less than three …. The earliest memory I ever had and the happiest I’ll ever have.
I open my eyes…

And I see nothing…no hope...no love...no fantasy...no fear…..

How beautifully my life has come to a fraction still…to a stillness that has no answer even to an anguish as deep as losing heart beats…to a stillness which is as black as a forest in the night. And how I wonder nature is elixir to us…

I know loneliness is surreal…it’s difficult to define. But it exists in love and hate…it co-exists till our existence diminishes into the sands of time. and there’s just one reason for it to survive within us to let us know what we are worth of…to let us know why we would still get up and walk back home every single night just to ‘hope’ that tomorrow we might live just another moment which we will never forget for the rest of our lives…which we would see when we close our eyes …no inhibitions…no regrets!


“And when I reach at the end of the forest, looking at the joy of following trees after trees...just like kids...counting berries and feeling the wing beneath my feet I know my walk Is done and I know that the walk was worth to remember all my life…”

The Last Letter

I miss what I had, though I've had what I miss, I've had to miss what I had, since war took me away. No pencil can write darkly enough to match my mood without you, the lead is in me now anyway, and a pen will have to do. I have uncapped the only way I can reach you, a cold hollow tube, with a reservoir of blackest ink, leaked slowly like tears upon these blank sheets far smaller then we used to share.

I once believed that ten teams of wild horses could never pull me away from you,but even wilder men have succeeded. Thousands of miles separate our lips from pressing passion like fine wine, into intoxicating bliss. Your picture is bloodstained and creased, but buttoned up tightly in my fatigues; it carried me through many ungodly images of mayhem.

I want you to know only sweetness, your love like a perfumed scarf, kept the stench of death from becoming unendurable here. Your letters have been my voice of sanity amidst cries of agony. I only wish that I could bring you the kind of peace they claim we are dying for, but this will be my last bulletin to you, because there is a bullet in me. It was a hollow point, and always will be, but it imploded amidst my intestines, and I am dying I love you more then breath itself, and so in your honor,
and for the glory of our homeland, I will soon give it up. Remember me in the wee hours of the mourn, when you are a housewife, with cuddly babies dreaming in cradles,
and a lucky son of a non gun bearing man, snoozing next to you.

Think fondly of what could have been, without regret, for I was meant to be part of the sacrifice that love requires men to make. I will dance with death, and pretend it is you, as we waltz into the darkness or the light. I am growing tired now, allow me to dream of you, of your gentle touch, come to me there when you are sad and world weary, and I will wait for you. Our dreams live on in the sighs of those more fortunate; the box awaits me, where bones will dream amidst the dust of sleep beyond all waking. I take your memories with me, my most precious possession, keep mine
in a small corner of your soul, and perhaps we can scrapbook them together in heaven someday.

Farewell , I must close my eyes now as well as this letter.
I love you, beyond all that ever was, or will be, there is nothing more
to say, but that even as remains, I will remain............

Magic!

Magic!

Magic one…my home refrigerator a hidden domain. When I was 5, I used to think that there exists another world inside that closed door… often wonder what’s in when the door gets closed, does the light still glows?

Magic two…my dad’s strength, when I was 10. To solve all my problems in a fraction of time, be it my bruises while playing football or drawing my science project at 12 in the night. My first hero, My morpheous. Will he be there, always?

Magic three…my cricket team. When I was 14, a revel’s magic till date. Me getting into the school cricket team, playing for interschool…I felt proud as my bus turned up for my final match. I had the feeling to jump high and engulf the air in my palms, ’been there done that’. Will I ever reach for the sky again?

Magic four… my first flight when I was 17, by far my best magic till date. Though I was grown enough to be a kid n shout as those morbid wings suddenly bustle up into life swooshing me into the power of flight. I felt free, in all senses. Will I ever fly again …deep inside my heart?

Magic five….my first crush. When I was 18, it was the ‘d day’ for me. Dreamland where I used to be, a virtual submission to my thoughts. A life wrinkle free, unheld, unbreakable. A hidden world of fishy smiles, and then, one fine day the magic died…will there be life again?

Magic six…my first drive. I was 19, freedom in my soul. Long roads, avenues touching my car top. Enthralled I was. It was then when I met my passion, my interest for the first time. My love for driving, there weren’t any fireworks over my head. It was just me with my freedom, to drive away “So far so good”. Will I set for another freedom any day anywhere?

Magic seven…my first night gaze. Looking at the farthest of farthest lights I see Cassiopeia ‘the cluster of love’. A bundle of stars which is mythical and known after a farmer’s wife who discovers it on the night of her lovers death and the one who happens to get a glimpse of it, is said to be the prince of heaven. At 3 in the night, with tears in my eyes. I turned 20… will I ever feel that way?

Magic eight…a dream, waking up in the middle of the night. Walking across a white sand beach, alone and violent. I was screaming; don’t know for what or for whom. I turned 21 that day and since then it’s a vivid dream I cannot forget. It was close to a nightmare for it scared me and I realized all magic’s aren’t beautiful…will I ever b able to forget it?

Magic nine… my Ma, forgiving me for horrid things, struggling with all her ailments and challenging fate, that she can win her destiny her way. Which I wouldn’t have ever if I would have been her, a power in herself. A magic forever…will I be ever her?

Magic ten…yesterday…a realization. That life isn’t a fantasy world inside a refrigerator. Because light, doesn’t glows each time a door is ajar. Sometimes the doors open up to a darker destination, and you are all alone...when you are the second choice, When u have turned out to be the one u never wanted to be, when u do things which u know u will regret or may be just, when the one u love.. Doesn’t loves u. it’s a magic half dead, and no matter how much you are broken, you still gaze at the closed door and wish if someday it opens up….u might see the ray of light…may it be a dream, u just wish… will there be magic again?

But still the show goes on…and u keep revising the first lesson of your life…and that’s to fight till u come over it. Cause risk is thy name to living. When one learns how to risk, one learns how to live.

“Mom says Life is a box of chocolate, u never know what’s in store unless u open it up…Forest Gump”

Life @ SPJIMR

18'th june

180 students keep their feet on the soil of SPJIMR,,,here mumbaikars famously know it as Bhawan's College....apart from SPJIMR also we have many other colleges inside the campus ...so no lack of ahem ahem ....very few faces are known to each other..everyone looking at others with anticipation...esp to opposite gender .......we all get to our hostels along with our parents.....as parents are there so everyone expects a bit humility , innocence and student like attitude....( sab ko pataa hai gharwaale jaane ke baad hi asli chehra saamne aayega )......neways the 1'st day goes well except that mumbai was like a furnace, we had a Pre foundation test on Microeconomics, Financial Accounting and Quantitative Methods, and we were given a bag full of books and coming schedule ....except that everythings fine ( aur kuch bacha zindagi mein )Hmmm slept well ..next day had to wake up at 7 in the morning

19'th June ,2009

Orientation session, lectures by deans and faculties and about the course structure,,,,mazaa aaya,,,mainly coz the AC was running at full flow
Afternoon session- 1'st lecture Microeconomics.......as we entered into the class,, we saw that already their was a planned seating arrangement....photu lagaa rakha tha bhai logo har seat par ......awesome welcome man!!!!! neways 1'st lecture was really great.....2'nd lecture...Financial accounting!!!! woh woh woh!!!!!! is this wat we know as balance sheet? is it income statement ??? yaar koi to samjha do kya chal rahaa tha class mein ???neways one more day......dont have energy left to do nething...sleep sleep sleep.....

20'th june- 3 classes in the morning pretty good.....except that we were told that on monday or tuesday we will have quiz........abhi to aaye hai maam...abhi hi quiz ??? jaan loge bache ki ?neways gone are those 3 classes.....comes afternoon session......a class on case studies....we were told to discuss in groups and come with solution.....hehehe yaar pataa nahi kya discuss kiya...but neways acha time pass tha,,,but when the prof actually paved the way for the case study,.,,,man awesome.....seemed like really we were managers of the company solving the case study ....it was great...came back...had coffee at Bistro..our own coffee shop.....came back to hostel......went around the campus for a while,,,,now came back,,,bye guys have to study fin accounting a bit.....unless everything will go beyond my reach,,,,and yah ...have to learn excel full in one or two days....areh haan supply demand bhi to padna hai.,,test hai next week....bus abhi ke liye itna hai

Your Own!
Joy of all times!!

WIll it happen again?

I was on the stage. In front of me stood a crowd of around 3000 people. When I was walking towards the dice , I was very nervous. What if everything goes blank , I totter and fall, what if I cant make even few of them listen to me. So many things were going inside my mind . And I found noone beside me to give me courage. I was all alone to face it all. But it began , and I spoke what I had in my heart, I spoke
what I wanted to tell that crowd . I didnt see who was listening , who was ready to criticize me or whatsoever. What I just knew that I was there to express my thoughts , I didnt care be it one person or 3000.It ended, and ended with a bagful of
clappings . I was being applauded. This was the first time I spoke in front of such a huge crowd, and tears couldnt stop coming. And after that, I never feared the crowd . It seemed like I was speaking in front of mirror, where nobody except you is there to judge yourself. There was a flair to be a leader , to become someone who can change the way world system operates.

Today when I look back at those days, I find myself in a dilemma. Where has that flair gone? Has it gone by itself or am I responsible for it ? I think its always there, just that its not ignited anymore . I havent spoken in front of such a huge crowd for many many days. I crave for one moment when I get to address people and express my thoughts, to make them believe what I believe in, to confront them with the truth.But somehow I never get a chance. Life's like that :)......u never know in which direction u r being pulled in...whether you like it or not....I have started earning, have my own house, I am independent and maybe after few years , you may see
my name in some publication for being a good on job employee or a good manager blah blah.......but theres always that want to become that orator again whom people loved to listen, who made complicated things simple when he spoke, who could relate to
each and every person standing in front of him,not just one guy who is confined to the boardrooms of big firms.

Yes obviously I never wanted to become a politician, not an actor even :)......but somethings in your life are such that you love that part of yourself. I loved that part of me.I was good in it. Yes, I agree circumstances are such that , not deliberately though, those things just fly away from being a part of your life. Or you can say some other things become so very obvious that you dont have time to
even remember what you loved . But one day comes when you have time , lots of time and then you think of those days .Today is one of those days.I may ride a fine car tomorrow but will it give the touch of wind that my bike gives? Will the clean wardrobes give the feel of home as my dirty closet gives now ? Will I be giggling like a kid as I always do now ? the answer is 'I don't know, but I hope the answer is yes '

A mAgIc To HaPpEn

I gave XAT today,,,fr many of you who dont know what it is, its an exam conducted for admission to XLRI for degree in M.B.A. It started with CAT in november 08, and this season ends today . Seems a bit relieved . Hey sorry, it actually started in November 07, my first CAT. I still remember how nervous I was, like a kid entering a big arena for the first time. But today I am a veteran :)..does it feel good to be experienced ? I have fought for it for a long time, but everytime either they reject me or I reject them ....a paradox isnt it ? I am currently working for an IT firm, day in and day out. The same old routined life , cmon I have already started feeling like an ox who labours hard for his master and get the food as a reward. This is no less than a paradox to me , as I still call myself a free man .....

Neways , the point is I am hoping for a magic, a miracle, something which will take me out of my bounds and take me to the extremes, to the end of the world. You know , when I see movies like pirates of the carribean, I feel myself that I should go out for a long voyage , forget what i have or what i will have, but live life to its zenith. But something pulls me , no obviously not my mom, but an inner self that doesnt let u be an adventurer, makes u a simple man, earning bread for his family , have kids, and then finally die.....whoooo!!!! cmon who wants this life ?? I dont.....theres a lot which i have to do and i will. I have dreamt to be standing on top of eiffel tower and one day, i'll do it.....when that magic will be ????? if neone has an answer,,, pls tell me :)...i am ready to pay fees :)

Some time for myself

It had been long since I got some time for myself. Today it seems I have got some, and believe me I am cherishing it like anything.

A few years back, it all started with the race of getting admission into a good engineering college. Once done , then came what to do to get a good job. Once that done, then came that maybe I should go for higher studies.And it continues till date. Sometimes I think that this race never ends. We die also because of these desires. But they mean life to us. I remember well that when I was a teenager , I listened to music for hours together. I dont know when and how it just became a past and now I dont even have time to search for some good songs.I am actually not sure whether this is good or bad because on the contrary, I have started earning, I have my own identity and I drive my own bike :).....but still somewhere deep down in my heart, I miss those scintillating moments with music.

Life is a conundrum. The more you try to unravel it, the more mysterious it gets.The needs, wishes of me when I was a 5 yr old kid is not the same as I do have now. Though few wishes remain the same, like I used to dream about a house of mine , a wooden cottage near a lake.This still remains on my list. There was a time when I could not even eat by myself until mom feeded me and I remember ,it remained like that for many years :)......but today things have changed,,,,, I can cook food too. So as a whole, at every point of time in life, the way of living it changes . In the path, you make friends, foes , you cross hurdles,you laugh, you cry, you see beautiful things happening in life and lots more . I do not have a very sound sleep or as a friend of mine said that I sleep with my conscious mind still wide open.....everytime I sleep, before that I see the star studded sky once.It gives me a warmth, a feeling that someone is looking after you, its not dark and the words faith, belief and above all humanity shows greater strength in their light.

To end it here, I deeply regret the loss of so many innocent lives in the Mumbai Warzone by the terrorist activity. Its a scar that will never go from the history of our country. Lets be one and fight for our survival.

Tu is taraf rahega ya us taraf rahega,
koi kaafir kahega ya koi kaayar kahega.
Aaj mandir ye chup hai
Masjid bhi hai gumsum,
tu kab tak rukega, tu kab tak rukega.

I am Back!!!!!

After a long break, I am back.

I travelled far and wide, not many physical distances though, but metaphysical, mental and a world where i could sense peace. And I am back because I find peace here. This is where my world lies.

There have been days when nothing seemed at place, where everything went mayhem.I couldnt find anything to hold on to, was stuck in a limbo, where nothing nothing went right. But today I realise a truth, maybe a truth which we all try to unravel but it always plays hide and seek with us. The truth is whatever we do, however hard we may try , but its not always going to be our way. Failure and success both have to be there ,but the sweetness of success can only be enjoyed after you have failed umpteen times. I succeeded sometimes but still I remained a boy, but after failing and failing , I became a man and I respect the painstaking efforts put behind any success.

As a child , I was very stubborn, always craving for things which were not even possible sometimes. I learned driving when I was 9 yrs old because my parents could never face my obdurateness. I did a lot of things just when I wished. But the tide
turns, today I am very patient. I know that we have to wait to get to our dreams, he life which we have thought of . Maybe it will never happen , but the hope of it happening is life itself.Hope, faith ,belief , this is all we have got, nothing else
remains with us for a lifetime.

Have you ever realized that we are so stuck in the daily monotonous life of ours that we sometimes forget who we are. We just dont know ourselves any more, because we are governed by how the world wants us to be.And at the end of the path, we can just ask ourself, is this what we wanted in our life?the answer will always be no. So just stop running behind that invisible holy grail, and stop for a
moment and turn the tide. Dont let it be too late that you cant even say sorry to yourself. Just do what you want to do in life.....

CHEERZ!!!
TBA is back.

Just a moment

The distance seems to get nearer.....the path seems to be clear.....there I can see my destination....But I look back and see no one besides me, i am alone in that path.There's a silence unbearable, blurred and very wierd.

Have I travelled so far ?Or am i lost somewhere in the midst of nowhere.Where are those people who promised me that they will be with me forever? Where are those memories which I promised to cherish forever? I thought this is just the beginning, and I have already lost so much... Can I still go ahead....

Yesterday I was gazing at the star studded sky, a blue sky which speaks so much without even speaking. In each star , I could see someone near and dear to me. Moments rolled, the times when we laughed, we played, we teased,commented, fought, cried....almost all human emotions flowing day in and day out. Then suddenly , the clouds overshadowed the stars. With that wind, all those moments just blew away. Only one trickle of tear was left , just one....
very precious one..

I dont have much to write,,, coz I always love to laugh,, can't really cry on what I lost...maybe i'll get it some fine morning,,,or at the worst,,in my next life.....I'll do what I am destined to do,,,I'll cross the path for which I was chosen......maybe some people will still be there for me waiting if ever I come back.....

UNFINISHED BUSINESS OF MY LIFE

I lie to be saved.
I exaggerate to be fitted.
I flatter to be liked.
I try to be confident.

If I do not like you,
Then step out of my way;
But if I desire you,
Then welcome to my life.

I believe that we are rich
But unsure if we are still.
In a sense, I may be clever
But I act as if I do not care.

I am satisfied on my image
But I curse my age ;
I am envious to the famous
For I aspire to be one of those.

I boast on what I have
And pretend that I have.
I admit! I am a feeler
-A total social climber.

By choice, I am fake
Because scared to be unwanted.
I often smile,
But uncertain if it is for real.

Do not you ever hurt me,
For I hold enmity.
Do please adore and notice me,
For I value amity.

I am swanking that I am mean, I tell you
-But what else can I do?
This is who I am,
And I am mold the way I am precisely.

I have not yet transformed,
But still changing.
Genuinely trying,
Not at all falsifying.

I am uttering this not to be hated,
But actually to be loved.

THE NUMBER GAME

August 2006,,,My mind was doing nothing as usual.The spectrum of thoughts have never been my forte as if nature just sent me to look into its beautiful creations. My peers had so many problems....somebody was getting anxious about the results of the semester, somebody had a feud with his girlfriend,somebody had a hangover of yesterday's tequila shot.....hmmm... i tried hard to get some tensions as well,,,,but whenever i tried ,it came down as a big kick on my ass saying - " Trying to fool yourself idiot, how can ur empty mind sustain such tension",,and hence i left thinking about it.......neways skipping the dull part .lets come to the day which probably changed my life forever....i remember it was 5'th August,2006 when somehow I went to the library for somewhat reason( sorry for not remembering ).....started with reading newspaper,,could read only the sports page,then leaped into India Today,but there also could only manage to see the pics in the last page .....My eyes were searching every nook and corner for some gud stuff...searching searching searching...........WAIT....I see something......"THE NUMBER GAME"...a book with a red binding over it....dust laden...somehow it attracted me in some way. I started reading it.


FIRST PAGE- This book is not for the weak hearted. If You start Reading it, then you have to finish it.

SECOND PAGE- What is your birthdate? Chose your birthdate as your chapter number . I chose chapter 25 as my birthdate is 25'th july.

CHAPTER 25- You never realized the importance of your birthdate ...right?? Now you will. Did you know that mankind first ignited woods in 25 B.C. They used 25 sticks in it and the number of people near that ignited wood pieces were 25. What is 2+5...it is 7,the number of Pelaithamus who cut the throat of 25 brave men to get the blessings from 7 gods.With only 25 exceptions, all mammals' necks have seven bones.
It was all years of 25 be it 25 B.C, 25 A.D, 1925, 2025 ,,every year has a pattern related to it. 25 B.C saw new rise of men with fire in hand. 25 A.D The time when Jesus rose with a reincarnation. 1925- The time when rise of a new era of freedom began in the traumatized countries like India, South Africa. 2025- The time when software geeks estimate the invention of Artificial Intelligence and making of fully intelligent robots. Lord Jesus was slashed 25 times but it was 7 times (2+5) when he mumbled the name of "GOD". Every year 25 points in Antarctica gets to the lowest temperature throughout the world and 7 points among them also get the highest temperature in that continent. After every 725 years (7=2+5 and 25) the comet of baregumas hits any planet of Solar System.

There is a relation of life with you. You can be the next saviour. You can be the next maker of a new civilization. You mean something to this world. The NUMBER 25 will never be a waste.

Reading all this,, i got perturbed . I thought lets roll the pages and I switched to Chapter 26..............THERE WAS NOTHING,,,,BLANK.......I flicked the pages.... CHAPTER 30.....NOTHING...BLANK AGAIN...........MY MIND WENT NUMB and a chill went through me. I couldn't help screaming.---" SAVEEEEEEEEEEEEE MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"...................
Suddenly I saw the face of the librarian in front of me along with some students glaring at me . I could clearly see on their face " PLEASE BE SILENT". I asked my friend about it,.. he said you went asleep for quite long time and maybe i had a bad dream. I looked beside me,, there was no book......no sign of it.... HOW CAN IT BE...IT HAD TO BE THERE..........

The days passed but i realized that something was there which made me realize somethings. I have a reason to live now. I know what a man is intended to do. Its not the man who is remembered by the world.....but its his deeds which are always there on the sand of time....untouched by the daunting winds.............

Are we running too fast????

Hmmmm,,,,at last i have found some time to scribble into my lifeline,,,,my blog,,,,,,,hey don't ask me why after so many days!!!!! coz i will not be able to answer it... : )......u know wat? i m rite now in my office and accessing my blog using proxy server....i know ..i know,,its against the ethics but wat to do,,,,,,i don't have time to have a good sleep even.... : (.....Hmm time to share with u a daily schedule of a corporate executive.......we wake up at 6.30 in the morning( i almost woke up at that time after 10 years or so)..do my morning ablutions...then nehows reach my office just 5 mins prior to a time wen they will kick me out....then i don't know wat do i do in the office,,,,,coz it happens very fast ,,and everything goes overhead.....yah the positive aspect is that i m getting good in hacking skills ...............now pls don't tell this to my boss : ) ........now as the clock strikes 6.30...without wasting a second we rush to our homes,,,,,it becomes so urgent to go home like never before.....till we reach our home and freshen up its already 8.30..time for dinner....yipeeee......after a hectic day,,a heavy dinner is a must and as u all know after heavy dinner a heavy sleep is a must,,,so time to roll on ur bed.....Hmmmmm so isn't that a wonderful day to spend???

Ok,,lets remove the sarcasm of the above lines and think a bit seriously,,,,,are we not going too fast???? we don't wait!!!!! we are running ahead of time though we don't know wat's in the future for us!!!!! " A BLIND DESTINATION" is wat i'd call it......i don't remember the last time wen i called my mom and talked to her for long,,,,i don't remember the last time wen i talked to that person whom i love the most,,,,,,i don't remember the last time wen i went freaking out with my friends...

Hmm neways this is wat life teaches us....i hope it could have been different,,,,,i hope i could have time to spend with my family,i hope i had nothing to do but be happy and make others happy,,,,,,but reality speaks the truth,,,,,,

Hmmmmm sorry for this boring stuff,,,but kya kare,,,,,,dil se bolte hai hum : ).....bye and meet u all at the next blog!!!have a "NICE DAY"

Time And Tide Wait for None!!!!!

Its time for some senti words ; )......naa darne ka nahi maamu,,,,,padne ka!!!!! coz baat kahi hai dil se......

This journey started on 14'th july ,2003 with the eyes filled with tears and full of fear and no one by our side, we stepped in this new world.But here I discovered the world in real sense.
I gained and lost equally each experience making me more fit for survival.I learned one thing very well -" Everyone on this earth is born alone and will die alone - only memories remain alive". I am not a very ambitious boy but I was and is still lifted up to reach the sky. But i know its not my destination,but still I have lots to discover,paths change,dreams shatter, year wither away, and still have a dream in my eyes............bcoz every flower has to bloom before it dries off , every fruit ripens before it falls down...........

aha!!!ab ye to pad lijiye........

" Wo gulmohar ka ped
meri gali ke baahar khadaa hua hai
pakaahaara sa budha sa
kuch zindagi ki daastan kehta hai
vartamaan aur atit ke antar ka bhed gyaata
wo gulmohar ka ped
samay ki athkheliyon ko dekhta
muskuraata rehta hai
kehta kuch nahi
apne sugandh heen pushpo se
mausam ki vartamaala likhta
apne ko tyaag kar bhi
avichatit wo gulmohar ka ped
zindagi ke raah mein mila tha wo gulmohar ka ped
ab chut raha hai saath
par jaanta hai wo
vyarth nahi hai jaana.....kyunki
kal hoga ek aur gulmohar ka ped........."

CHEERS TO LIFE!!!!!!

The Art of Astrology - Hmmmm Very True!!!!

Don't Let friends impose on you, work calmly and silently "..This was written under "Today's Fortune " in my orkut profile...Hmmmm Whoever has predicted this either knows me or he is a !@###@
!!@##$$%@,,coz generally I don't let friends impose on me and generally I work calmly and silently. So here is the science behind life's little annoyances - astrology. Every Sunday i read my fortunes just to prove my astrologer wrong....

I actually believe in chance misfortune or u can say my favourite law- murphy's law which says " IF ANYTHING CAN GO WRONG , IT WILL ." just for example while going to college, I always pick the odd pair of socks . Now when asked to my astrologer he will say " mahaashay aapkay graha nakshatra theek nahi chal rahe hai, shani aapke kundli mein
baithi hai. ek hawan karaana padega , bus 1000 rupaye lagenge ".( for english bloggers - he will blame it on everything starting from stars to gremlins to black holes , and finally charge u thousand bucks for informing u ......) BUT the simple thing is - yesterday also i picked the same pair of socks and hence it is kept as it is.......

One more phataa ( for english bloggers- a bad joke) that my astrologer uses is " Today something bad will
happen to you . Beware " ,,,now cmon man!!!! .everyday something bad happens to me,,if not a big one, then atleast my bike will surely get punctured.....now thats not a big deal....My 10 yr old cousin bro is a better fortune teller u know,,,,,atleast he can predict what will be tomorrow( bole to monday, tuesday  bla bla ).....and he even predicts gud things for me like " u will be married to rani mukherjee : ) ".....

neways it was a boring stuff i know but strait from my heart..wenenver you read ur fortune next time remember this
" Too many people spend time which they haven't got much , to look into things what they cannot get "

So be a wise man by not approving the written fortune rather than being a fool by applauding it......Thanx for commenting on this blog ( i hope u have started already   : ) )

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NESTEA - A CLASS APART

It was a day before the semester exam kicks off. Time - 11.00 pm. I was trying hard to open the book( i didn't mention studying, just open  : )    ).Tabhi mobile ki ghanti baji aur us taraf se danish ne kahaa - " nestea ho jaaye ". bus aur kya, dil se nikli hui baat dil tak pahooch gayi, nikal pade hum nestea ki or.....

Ab pehle kuch nestea ke baare mein base banaate hain. Log jub khush hote hai to party kar lete hai, jub dukhi hote hai to lake pe akele baith ke gum manaa lete hai.par humaare 
liye , means our friend circle, sab kuch ek choti si duniya mein mil jaata hai, called NESTEA. Actual name- Ishaan's Cafe, not to forget shiva bhai( patron in chief) ,,,,,,shuruaat hoti hai sutte se,,,,,woh pehla sutta --aha!!!! jaati to hai gale se lungs ki or, par asar dil pe karti hai,,,phir daur aata
 hai chai, coffee ka,,jitne log utne cup chai.Phir daur aata hai ek aur sutte ka,,,,,iske saath to cold drink banti hai!!!!,,,agar bhook lagi ho to patties bhi uplabdh hai,,,,,.

NOW COMES THE MAIN INTERESTING POINT- bakar... : ).....ye bahut valuable hai,,bahut kuch seekhne ko milta hai,,,,jaise aap kitna saamne waale ko jhel sakte ho, khud kitne level tak ke phate maar sakte ho aur kuch nahi to bina kuch kare kitne der baith sakte ho,,,,,,,,. Aur bakar bhi aisi nahi, topics are wide ranging  like ......!@#$!%@ ( sorry censored tha) aur kabhi kabhi serious bakar bhi ho jaati hai for eg, MBA, jobs, music etc.....but uska duration is limit tending to Zero....and no. of sutta tending to infinity

Are time kitna hua- 12.30 baj gaye,,,yaad aata hai ki kal mahasangraam hai bole to sem exam,,jaake ek baar kitaab ko haath lagaa hi lete hai,,,,,,,jaane se pehle khulti hai 5 star crunchy ( substitute of sutta for danish), jiske kaafi log deewane hote jaa rahe hai ....  aaj bus itna hi ,doston kal phir milenge , ye waada karte hue sab apne apne rahon par nikal padte hai...hum  bhi jaate hai, alwida phir milte hai    : )

An expression of life

A Man Should

Have faith in God,but believe in himself
know how to laugh at himself,
never stop trying,even if he totters and trips,
know how to cook a meal,
count 1 to 5 whenever he's angry,
be a child at heart and live like a king
be down to earth ,yet have eyes full of dreams,
fall in love at least once in life,
never forghet his first kissing misadventure,
laugh when he wants to shout,
be Adam for the woman in his life,
know that the path of duty leads to glory,
set goals to achieve and have new heights to reach,
stare at a pretty girl ,
give compliments generously,
pay more time to grooming,
learn to be patient if it's his wife and impatient
if it's the girlfriend,
help at home,
get a glass of water for himself
by himself,
never forget to send his mother a flower,
have the courage to fail,
exercise restrains over his emotions,
yet be a little lad within.