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Counter-attack trial (hindi)

2009-09-09T00:56:00.004+05:30

This work is not a critic on any piece of art. It is just a trial at counter-attack poetry.

The words in quote are from the famous poem "Koi deewana kehta hai"

“Koi deewana kehta hai koi pagal samjhta hain,

magar dharti ki bechani ko bas badal samjhta hain,

Main tujhse dur kaisa hu,tu mujhse dur kaisi hain,

Yeh tera dil samjhta hain ya mera dil samjhta hain”

Ki jahan mein nahi bas ek deewana,

Is dharti par har pal hai ek afsana,

Na koi paas hain mere, na koi dur nazrana,

Jo aankhon se chalkaya to toot baitha ye paimana.

“Ke mohobbat ek ehsaason ki paawan si kahaani hain,

kabhi kabira deewana tha kabhi meera diwaani hain,

Yahaan sab log kehte hain meri aakho mein aasu hain,

Jo tu samjhe toh moti hain jo na samjhe toh paani hain”

Mohobat ki kahaani mein to bas paani hi paani hain,

Har pal hai marta deewana, har pal hai jalta parwana.

Jahaan mein sab log kehte hai ki woh dekh rota hain,

Jiske liye socha tha hai woh moti, dekh kya chain se soti hain.

“Mat poooch ki kya haal hai mera tere aage,

Tu dekh ke kya rang hain tera mere aage”

Ab bol haal kya hai tera mere aage,

Rang mein bhang dekh mera tere aage.

“Samandar peer ka andar hain lekin ro nahi sakta,

Yeh aasu pyaar ka moti hain isko kho nahi sakta,

Meri chahat ko dulhan tu bana lena magar sun le,

Jo mera ho nahi paaya woh tera ho nahi sakta”

Bahut gambhir ya ye kissa ye maan nahi sakta,

Ki tere liye agar yeh moti hai to jag saari ye jhoothi hai,

Ke mat baat chahat ko yun keh ke,

Agar tera ho nahi paaya to usko kyun tune tadpaya.

“Bhramar koi kumudni par machal baitha toh hungama,

Humare dil mein koi khwaab pal baitha toh hungama,

Abhi tak doob kar sunte the sab kissa mohobbat ka,

Main kisse ko hakikat mein badal baitha toh hungama”

Zaamane bhar mein hungama hi hai hungama,

Ke koi khwaab dekhe toh bhi hai hungama,

Sabhi doob kar kehte the kissa mohobbat ka,

Ki kisse ki hakikat ne macha daala tha hungama.

The Usual Living, no Thanksgiving

2009-08-27T00:23:00.017+05:30

A blank window opens the day,
Shutting the buzz again in dismay.
The cancer stick lightens the heart,
Making me realize moments lost.

The fight for the attire,
With a drive of no desire.
The mailbox of dump,
Tea just to hit another bump.

At the stroke of mid-day,
Perturbs the recollection of another day.
The faces all down retrospecting,
An unfulfilled wish of going.

The meal hurriedly had,
The fag just wrapped.
Trying to read hazily,
In the hope to flourish readily.

It's already four thirty,
Where is my of tea?
Sipping through the gossip,
Realizing siesta slip.

The only charm, the chirpy lilies,
Pack bags having fries.
Damn the work unfinished,
The party yet famished.

Time to pack and roll,
Drag away my tortured soul.
Fly away from the ghoul,
Was this really my goal?

With the tea and the darling,
Surfing till the clock's ring.
Yet another day gone,
And its already dawn.

Note: Link to image: http://www.vernon.cmha.bc.ca/files/vernon/j0385526.jpg

The unending beginning !

2008-11-01T15:53:00.007+05:30

Me:
"Sometimes you run out of words, then you make an effort in order to come up with something close.
From rumbling thoughts to peerless joy,
From immense despair to a perfect bliss,
From dusk to dawn, is what's the story associated with magnetic eyes and a flawless smile.
An admirer of the magical smile asks for a portrait of relentless joy to embark on a friendship for angelical times."

Her:
"Pristine words and thoughts divine,
Grateful for the complimenting line,
But sorry, You are no friend of mine."

Me:
"Arbit musings were not distant flirtations.
In replying to these lines of mine,
have you not taken a step out of the line?
So lets not cross the line,
but still we could just walk the line.
Friendship follows in due course of time !! "

What next??

The path leading to nowhere

2008-06-16T20:40:00.002+05:30

In the hope to achieve one’s dream, one must have the spirit of the river. He must let himself flow like the stream flows through the dreaded valley.”

There is always a feeling that lies within when he sees the ball of fire submerge in the crimson skies. Although, it barely gives him the same feeling as it gave when he was the ever smiling lad, it fills up his heart with the remorse of solitude. It’s as if he were defeated in the battle to survive among the zillions living in a bedazzled city. It makes him numb unparalleled to the effect of alcohol or for that matter drugs. The numbness seems to have stolen the sparkle of his eyes. Even in the dilapidated state as he sits laid back on the peak and watches the clear sky jeweled with stars, a strange tranquility sets in.

The valley lies far away from the city. Staring at the sparkling blanket Jack lay pondering recollecting memoirs of the bloodbath. There is an odd smile here and there but none close to the spectacle once known. It’s been a while that anyone saw a wholehearted smile on his face. Nobody knows what happened to the lad with sparkling eyes and winsome murmurs. Did he set along with the ball? Or was he flown away by the gusts of wind? What happened to Jack is still a mystery. As the night grew so did his remorse. The thought deepens and makes him realize the worth of his existence. In such a situation normally a smile would be a reaction that one would find on his face. But life shows an altogether different story this time.

It’s been a while since Jack’s existence mattered. The cancer-stick burns the desires which he once had. All that he has been doing since an age seems to be stare at the green valley. As the gusts of wind blow, the black shawl floats like a kite sails at the highest altitude. The turbulence of the waters below creates a mental turmoil which is aggravated by the black shawl covering his face.

He was born in a city known to be the city of dreams. Lurkshire was an eventful place with extraordinary people. You could find excellent charmers all around and the encyclopedia varied from abc’s to alpha, beta, zeta’s, from English to Latin, from Classics to Sci-fi’s, name it and you would find a man with unparalleled learning of the genre.

The memories bring back the tender touch of his angel taking him into her arms, caressing, protecting and bestowing her blessings. He finds himself crawling on the floor surrounded with toys and his very own teddy with fur coming out of the armpits, missing eyeballs and bitten arms, yet so sweet. The toy train circling round and round bringing smiles and words yet to come. Of all the things that come to his memory what did matter most to him was his cradle. It was his world, a three by two feet kingdom with the king’s men Donald, Mickey, the gi-joe’s and so on. All that mattered was lying there to pick up a kings man and torment him using his mighty jaws. The animal love as they call it dominated the armor known to withstand unearthly blows.

It isn’t long as his happiness is screwed by the witch Zelda. Although it isn’t Zelda’s intent to burn down his kingdom, but how does he know? All he knows is the feeling of being lifted unwanted. He is not interested in the walks of fantasy. Neither do the words make any effect on his ears nor do the antiques bring any smiles. Finally, it results into an outburst of a high pitched attack. Zelda has not yet had her share of pulling the rosy cheeks, but even she can’t handle the fatal attacks. With unparallel supremacy he lands into the arms of Princess Carla. Unlike Zelda, her touch is soft and full of love. It gives him the same feeling as he gets in the arms of his angel. Eventually, after being tossed like a ball here and there, he can no more withstand and gives out a cry that only one can handle. As a result, he lands up into the arms of his angel. The sense makes him roll over the turmoil and bestow mercy for Zelda, Carla and the likes.

There is a sense of calm, as if the sea had become silent after a storm. The seagull flies as it kisses the water. The sky is clear again and finally there is a clear thought coming back. There is a glow in his face as he recollects her face in the silence of the night. As has always been the case, the calm perishes with the midnight cry of the owl.

It was a hot summer afternoon when Jack left Lurkshire walking the path leaving behind the past to live what’s ahead. But one can not just erase the memories of what’s engraved deep within one’s heart. Jack boots his system to play the past and realize what is that he truly seeks. As the reels start to roll, he sees himself playing with balls, toy cars, dolls and being taken into arms by unknown people. As he starts to gain control over his mind and body, he realizes the smiles that he brings around himself. Although, it isn’t completely clear as to him how he does it. The reel fast forwards and he sees himself trying to handle the weight of his body with his tender feet. He falls, rises again and falls but he has a lot of nerve. Never does he allow his determination to falter. Finally with the crutches, the support offered by her he manages to take the first few steps. Unaware of the fact of why is he trying to achieve the crutch free state, he makes the effort. It’s an equally magical moment for the angel as well. Barely does she realize that she is also taking the first few steps.

The next chapter begins as he walks dressed in blue shorts, white shirt, and a blue tie. He waves goodbye to her as tears kiss his cheeks again and again. Surrounded by blue shorts, white shirts and blue ties he is introduced to the facts of life. He does not understand two plus two’s or abc’s, or is it that he does not want to. Fighting with numbers and letters he has started to identify the surroundings. Slowly but steadily he has accustomed to the oval desks. Chalks seem to be his passion and the teacher barely finds it and has to get new ones whenever she gets in. And then he watches himself chanting ‘ring-a-ring-a roses, pocket full of poses, hasha busha and all fall down’. Through abc’s to Gulliver’s travels. From two plus two to triangles and rectangles the picture is getting clearer.

Jack was a bright chap and could handle the burden much better than his fellow mates. Never had it happened that he was not surrounded by others for chit chat or cooperation. As the reel rolls he finds himself sailing through complex equations, digesting the facts of once known civilizations, heroes who fought valiantly to save kingdoms, the alchemy which gave birth to numerous drugs, and the enchanting world of the camera. There is a pause, and then he finds himself fighting hard on his video game set to rescue the princess, to protect the world from alien creatures, and flying on a magic carpet with Jasmine.

The reel stops as tears roll down his cheeks. Unable to understand what had happened to the tinsel, he can’t control his urge to get back. Then suddenly he faces the facts as the reel starts to roll again. He finds himself battling with books desperately to prove himself to his role model. What matters to him now is achievement. No longer can he enjoy the luxury of rescuing damsels in distress or racing through busy streets. The overshadowed realization of responsibility has set in. How could he face the times yet to come without performing impeccably to realize a modeled dream? He is pestered with the orchestra playing. The orchestra’s notes remain the same. The music demands potential and performance without the understanding of why it needs to be done. Unaware of what things are going to be he has to survive and battle through the present. He has to gain command in all the fields of academics to achieve a score to make it to a so called deemed institution. No one has ever told him what would be the result of the choices he makes. What could be the possible reason for choosing calculus over baseball? Was it that he was delinquent in music or was it that he didn’t have the ability to steer the Ferrari well enough? He doesn’t have the choice. Pretty much is the case that even though given the choice he would not be able to make it. There is only one reason behind the inability to make the choice – he has been crippled since ages. All he has done so far is what he has been asked to do. Suddenly out of blue the axe of time is hanging around his neck. Taking the right decision within a flash is not something which his heart can guide him to. Once he wished to soar in the skies, another time he wished to handle magnums, yet again someday he wished smash pacers all over the stadium. He had desires to ride horses, become a physicist, and become a magician. But he never had followed the path to make his dream come true.

The choices which he made were the choices what he was asked to make. They were willfully made because he never had any will left to decide. What could he do? Let the role model’s heart rest in pain till eternity; make the eyes of his angel wet for ages. He questions himself again and again - Why does it have to be this way? All his questions are answered in a fashion which leaves him speechless. What could he have done when his desire to become a fighter pilot got the reply of not having the heart to protect him for the one’s who love him? Could he possibly evade his passion for games because it is not sufficiently reasonable enough? Instead why doesn’t he go for engineering when he already loves science and mathematics? Or may be he could become a surgeon, haven’t you seen how much he cares?

Eventually, in spite of turmoil he makes the choice. He finds himself studying varied concepts, from law of inertia to calculus, from benzene to circular motion, from Bohr’s model to collision theory and so on. Hardly does he remember the conflict within himself. There is an ambition, a determination and a will to prove that he is worthy of having the luxuries which have been banned. And why, when he looks back is that he can concentrate to achieve the goal. The perennial wish to toy with the tennis racket and cricket balls seems to be unsatisfied.

Jack can’t take the flash anymore. There is a big interval before the reel unwinds again. By this time Jack tries to focus on what did he do and what he did. He understands the concern and anxiety of the one’s who love him. All they wish for is to have a secure future for there genius. They realize the dearth of ability to make the choice which he could have made, but they are governed by the facts which they have witnessed. When he was struggling with equations his angel was working hard taking care of his needs. He finds his role model maneuvering the thick books to guide him through the physical world. How could he not see the pain they were going through while he was complaining all along? Jack’s eyes are numb and his heart is pricked with needles. Each and every argument, all the fights are flashing before his eyes. But he understands that it is the share of the burden which they had to take to make him what he is today. Then as a sweet punch of nectar the black carpet shadows his vision.

The mesmerized realms

2008-04-30T00:32:00.008+05:30

Drifted by random winds,
He lands in gardens green.
Amidst tender roses and paper kings,
Is his hope of claiming rings?

Fumbling words in chirping joy,
Rumbling thoughts in her mystic cry.
Inked memories of walking the lines,
Does he wish for tender crimes?

Smitten by magnetic eyes,
Of his angel with flawless smiles.
Floating in clouds of fame,
Is he in the course of the game?

Arbitrary musings in distant flirtations,
Contrary thoughts in recitations.
Ringing bells in silent dreams,
Is he lost in the mesmerized realms?

Note: visit http://www.howarddavidjohnson.com/Sleeping_Beauty__oils_copy.jpg to view image

The path leading to nowhere

2008-04-21T00:50:00.009+05:30

In the mob there is a lad,
Lost and sober in his thought.
A will to fight, a flame to survive,
In the wilder of this life.

Came to the world with a smile,
Laughed and cried in impeccable bliss.
Toyed with books never in place,
Smiling in the arms of his fairy.

Learned to walk fumbling and mumbling,
Being ironically comic in the crowd.
Rosy cheeks pulled with tender hands,
Pampered yet punished to be mould.

Years passed and he grew up,
Wishing for roses in disguise.
Is there mist in his eyes,
Of the dreams in which he cried.

Twisted but weaved is his story,
Rusted but chiming is his glory.
From immense despair to a perfect bliss,
Wish him luck for walking path leading to nowhere.

Salvaging incessant betrayal !

2008-04-20T23:37:00.010+05:30

Pluck a rose to get pricked or fumble to tumble yet again,

A wish to have or a longing to survive?

In an attempt to weave a beginning,

Or a yearning to unravel mystic horizons?

Rumbling thoughts of peerless joy,

Or clinging to the hope of ecstasy?

Arbitraging from dusk to dawn,

In search of her magnetic eyes and flawless smiles?

Wandering around in woods dried up,
Beyond the horizons of civilizations green?
Dwindling hope of wishful sins,
Or bailing on chance to meet the angel?

A wish to smile or a hope to revive,
An urge to satisfy or a fame to glorify?

Perturbing dreams to clarify,

Or imbibing manna from her eyes?

Poems or Proses, Lines Mine !

2007-12-09T21:33:00.002+05:30

Let me pluck the rose for you, Red or white - Red it is
If it were you the petals would be rosier than ever, Sad or Mad without you
Come rain or come shine I'll be there for you, Cold or Warm - warm with you
Your silence is killing me, Awake or Slept - Lost without you

It all started when I saw her , Day or Night - All about you
Fumbling mumbling I would say, Tea or Coffee - Anything with you
Walking and talking I would go astray, Black or White - Colored with you
Took a turn and proposed you, Dream or Reality - Love it is

Eyes were diamonds lips were petals, Diamonds or Rubies - you are forever
Nothing like hanging from dusk till dawn, Dusk or Dawn - the Moon is you
Looking at you was the best thing, Smiles or Frowns - nothing without you
I kissed, she smiled, I died, Kisses or Roses - a dream till eternity

Words once poetry are abstract, Poems or Abstracts - Silence without you
Roses red are now blue, Guns or Roses - November without you
Drunk I am with your memories, Dead or Alive - Miserable without you
Hopeless I am with wounds evergreen, Heart or Soul - Everything was you

Liquor, Nicotine and Caffeine, Friends or Foes still mine
Came rain came shine, Rain or Shine seasons mine
Last Christmas I lost, Snow or Sun heart's mine
With sparkles and smiles came Jane, Roses red again

Please note that the image is from http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x10/maluoi/Wallpapers/rose-raw.png

Walk with me !!

2007-02-19T02:15:00.000+05:30

Take my hand and walk with me,
I will take you to places you have never been,
Over the river and beyond the horizon,
Making you smile with leaves evergreen.

It all starts when we hang till dawn,
Breaking the ice of silence,
Washing the shores of anxiety,
Retrieving memoirs which we never knew.

And then I look at the rising sun,
Waking up again to see no one along,
With a hope and a smile,
To see you around.

I walk down the line and find you along,
With beer and wine,
Smoking and sharing,
We are rejuvenating over melancholic memories.

Little by little the journey is coming to an end,
I am still trying to open new horizons,
To extend the warmth of our hands,
I am desperate but chained.

The frivolous Hermit :-)

2006-02-06T13:36:00.000+05:30

Strange ain't it.
I visualize the creature sitting their on some kind of mountain as a hermit.
Have you ever believed in such things. This so called hermit can cause the clouds to behave like men, devils rather. Now you shall be wondering why should i call this man a hermit. I donno, i don't really know. He might have worshipped long enough and asked for such a power.

If you watch anime's like Naruto etc you would love to watch this devillish hero fight. Frankly you cannot say whether he is devillish or not. Howsoever he may be you won't dare to fight against this chap.
In your dream if this chap comes i would say "Kat le beta patli gali se" for you aren't harry potter to fight against him. I guess even gandalf can't do much with him kyunki uski bhi fat legi ... you don't get birds saving your life each time :).
Don't know why do people get such nice ideas. The reality is that people cherish such fiction. But i truly believe truth is always stranger than fiction. Illusions are much more beautiful if you can see them :-).
Think - If you got to do nothing what would you be doing?

The Hunt for the Ego :-).

2006-02-01T02:01:00.000+05:30

If you say - " I don't have an ego." You are lying.
If you say - "I hate him /her because of his attitude ."you are lying again - its instinctive liking or dislike - nobody can help it.
If you say - "I love you." you are lying again because love is a life of virtual ecstacies - "Agar kahin ek dukaan hoti jahaan par milte gagan ke taare :)) ", stupid lovers.
The whole point is that the moment stuff like self esteem, ego etc comes into picture everyone becomes way too serious, agreed ki "naari ka gussa kshanbhangur hota hai." but what difference does that make. Keep fighting on petty issues, ruin a nice dinner party by stating one statement or may be a few if you are absolutely angry at someone for something. Competition is just another form of ego clash at a number of times. People get pscyched out so soon. The better player loses the match sometimes because of a bad day - now whom should you curse?? Think twice.
I believe that out of the 50,000 words in the english dictionary, yeah thats an approx figure, there are hardly a few which a man uses, and on the top is that its inherent that a woman has the trait of jealousy and a man of ego.
I believe dogs are better - at least they live happily and faithfully, they can't think of ego and jealousy & even if they cannot think they cannot express it.

A Small Talk about the POT :-).

2006-01-24T01:10:00.000+05:30

For those who don't know what pot is - pot is better known as merijuvana(Gaanja in hindi). This is a dried up weed that is famous as grass and is one of the famous members of the intoxicants.
Now grass is a complex composition of around 60 chemicals known as cannanimides(hope spelt it right). Now the thing that actually causes intoxication is called delta-9-tetrahydrocannanimide(THC). Uff that's about its organic composition. But lemme highlight a few things which one should know. If you do this stuff your braincells, lungs, heart and body organs mix with this THC and cause a feeling of slowness and you get the HIGH.
Now what really happens is that somewhere in your brain the neurons start getting shot at a variable bitrate rather than the spontaneous reflexes under the normal conditions. In this condition you don't feel much of body pains.
Remember one thing - If you really want to smell sweet smoke beware of its aftereffects.
N0te: Read it somewhere not my own :-).
Blended with cocaine, another of the well known drugs, it can trigger your heartbeat levels to as high as 195 - upper lt. and 100 when the lower is 70.
So sincere advice is this that : Don't smoke sweet weed, bcoz its a weed. Another reason is this that many people tend to start with alcohol and cigarettes, grass is the first step into the world of analgesics( those drugs which mute pain). Stay healthy because health is wealth. Look at the girl above, remove the fag from her hands and take her into your arms, i guess that will drive you higher than other intoxicants.

Imagine - You could talk to this girl :-).

2006-01-17T01:09:00.000+05:30

This girl has been on my desktop for a number of days. All i can say is that she is cute, sweet, loving and caring. For me she is just a dream girl.

Have you ever had the conception of talking to this girl. I don't know. For those of you who had lemme tell you that you could actually do so as the guys in the movie boys did. Digitally u could have the girl you dream and girls can have the boys they wish to have.
The only thing you cannot have is reality. For this would be talking to a bot. But i have a feeling that bots are better these days. At least they don't have any feelings. Their is no possibility of a bot misbehaving or falling in love, betraying someone.

Yeah their is a chance of a CPU error but imagine, a "Small Wonder". I.Robot was an interesting tale about robots. Anybody interested in science fiction must read the book/ watch the movie.
I feel that the cyber universe has encapsulated a number of people of different ages.
Tonite sitting on my comp i wish that i was actually talking to someone rather than chatting with the chap/chick on the computer. Real life is much more entertaining than computing.
I donot hate computers, but i feel that computers have increased the gaps between people.
Their is hardly anyone who does not check his accounts on a daily basis. Searching for stuff has become an addiction.

I tried a lot to abstain myself from getting addicted to this idiot box, but i guess i am too weak to handle my heart. And this desktop queen of mine has already been in my lucid dreams a number of times.

An Illusionary Realm :-).

2006-01-07T00:21:00.000+05:30

I love to stay at home. So do you, everyone loves to live life with the people they love. Home sweet home or sweet home Alabama each and every home has the same meaning but its different for different individuals.
This is one of the extreme homes. Its tough to make this happen because it would require immense patience and caliber to have it perfect.
The joy of staying at such a place is immense. You could play all the water games you wish to, watch all the stars you want to. Walk as long as you want, stare as long as you want to.
You could also do bungy jumping out here. Parasailing starts with altitudes and this place shows the pleasures of altitude or Height. A perfect combination of Land and Water.
The beauty of this place lies in the imagination. Until and unless you imagine something like this to exist you cannot built this.

I would love to sit in the boat and fish in the day, lying, sun basking and eating pop corns with music in the background.

What would you be doing?

I don't want to stay all my life counting and speculating :-).

2006-01-05T05:45:00.000+05:30

Have you ever given a thought about this issue - what would you be doing in life? Yes you have thought .. but you haven't gone any further than say from having a good job, a good wife, some wine and lots of cash. Yeah these are three vitale for men ... as far as women are concerned i don't think what they would be planning ;). I do like viling out time in sleeping,watching movies, chatting, listening, playing and i am a verbose. At present i have been wondering about the web through orkut to yahoo to msn messenger to gmail to blogger, to kishore's aa chalke tujhe to i donno wat .. its a very long thread and it would be clerikal to write that. Now had i started to count and speculate upon what i wrote i would have forgotten why i was writing. This is the point i stop because i dont intend to be the longest thread in the world .. i am happy with little known pleasures of life ;). And i don't count and speculate what my life is, will be or would have been .. Whats ur outlook in this aspect?
I love to sleep,
You love to weep,
Whats left in the deep?
Dont think dive,
Live or die,
But live life or don't lie,
or else you die,
If u die, i'll cry,
if i die,
............................................................
dont worry i would be sleeping .. :)).

The plight of the CQ's :-)

2006-01-04T02:53:00.000+05:30

What does one have to say about the present day job scenario ? Is the so called CQ existing in the present day jobs? CQ -> cr34tivity quotient.
The statement that rich goes richer and poor gets poorer does hold good it seems. As far as the current jobs are concerned .. undergraduates and postgraduates are picked in bulk .. i guess the situation is better as compared to unemployment days . But how far does one become even if he is a UG or a PG in engg.
Does anyone have the liberty of choosing b/w does he wants to do? how much will he get? The option between money and interest has come into the market rather than that between companies A and B. The options seem to be conflicting because the so called name factor holds good for a few and seems to vanish day by day.
As far as the jobs are concerned - you need to work 5 or 6 days a week roughly 8-10 hrs a day. And if you are into the web world probably the stakes are pretty high.
So eventually there is no synchronization between how much you get and how much brains you have. Why? because you did not mug for a period of four years .. as if practise really makes a man perfect .. even though he may be a dumb a**.
Anyways IQ helps is analytical, Reading Speed in belling the cat, Angreji in GRE, & CG everywhere :p.

A few memoirs which will be left for the next year :-)

2005-12-29T11:57:00.001+05:30

And So here I am on the balcony of Heaven with my friends, who are going to join as managers and increase the wealth of the nation.

And this is the song I have been singing since the past few days ;)

Hello?
Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me.
Is there anyone home?
Come on, now.
I hear you're feeling down.
Well I can ease your pain,
Get you on your feet again.
Relax.
I need some information first.
Just the basic facts,
Can you show me where it hurts?
There is no pain, you are receding.
A distant ship's smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're sayin'.
When I was a child I had a fever.
My hands felt just like two balloons.
Now I got that feeling once again.
I can't explain, you would not understand.
This is not how I am.
I have become comfortably numb.
Ok.
Just a little pinprick.
There'll be no more ...Aaaahhhhh!
But you may feel a little sick.
Can you stand up?
I do believe it's working. Good.
That'll keep you going for the show.
Come on it's time to go.
There is no pain, you are receding.
A distant ship's smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're sayin'.
When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse,
Out of the corner of my eye.
I turned to look but it was gone.
I cannot put my finger on it now.
The child is grown, the dream is gone.
I have become comfortably numb.

And that's what is the feeling in after clearing the 7th hell .. hopefully the next three would be peaceful and I would be back on my feet again.

Romantic Manifestations of a Broken Soul :-).

2005-12-23T07:48:00.001+05:30

SHE CAME, SHE CONQUERED, I DIED.

Some Nice old band says

" The Sun is bathing away,
thats the end of the day,
As the dew light turns to moonlight,
I'll be on my way."

Here I am writing a piece for my epitaph probably.

What's the meaning of LOVE?
Probably a number of elegant and enigmatic authors have tried to portray the true meaning of the words - Romance, Love, Making Love, Thrills, Excitement and so on and so forth. Each personality made some or other event either real, virtual or abstract famous. Some characters like Roark, Preppie Bastard, John Galt, Asterix have become immortal.
Every man as he touches new phases of his life meets people, acknowledges works, gifts the frame a new piece of Art in some form or the other.

My outlook of life is quite plain and simple - Why should I bother about those who don't have any ideals in life, who mock at the faces of friends, spit on every god damn individual, turn their back on every challenge?
I don't give a damn of what you think about yourself,
I wont tell you what you are.
But remember one thing,
Anything you do, do it wholeheartedly.

I firmly believe that a number of people at any age of their lives are always mystified about the difference between Love, Infatuation, Crush and Belief.
I am just a kid in the broad horizons of Romance. I am the Road romeo searching for the second Juliet. A number of chaps who know me would acknowledge the one liner at the start of the piece. Every moment in life is an Experience made of vivid imaginations. Some people just follow a normative outlook and stop thinking beyond the Horizon.
How can I tell you the joy hidden in the fragnance of a sweet teen at 16 with long hair, and an endless smile? No body can draw a picture of a smile that has a million dollar worth. Anything live is momentary, you may see it again and again, but you shall never forget those momentary lapses of reason because of an invaluable song or a blissful kiss.
I am often perturbed with questions revolving around one gal who came and went like a brisk spring. The Aftermath of a volcanic erruption can be seen but Internal injuries can't always be caught. Even experts fail to understand the meaning of all emotions. And for once and all the phrase - " Its not possible for a man to know a woman completely." is always true. But "Man is an Anima"l is another one. So if a gorgeous girl comes, and vanishes in a flash, you will hunt for her in your lucid dreams.

keep in mind these words
You may love anyone in this world,
every soul will not bother to love you.
If someone loves you be happy.
You love someone, someone loves you, stop hunting.
My soul will roam in the skies, seeking the angel out there,
her soul will be stagnant in the pools of heaven.
Their is no she who can compete with the complexity of a man's mind.
Their is no he who can sink the deepest into a woman's heart.
Even GOD must have been crazy for he created HEART.

Love, Let Love, And everything is permitted in Love and War.

A few Lines For the Chap who died.

2005-12-22T12:27:00.000+05:30

On one sweet night this chap decided to quit gaming for a reason Unknown and Mystic to the Fraggers. Probably none was ever interested and why should anyone be? Their isnt one Single reason to be an Addict or a Verbose.
People become addicts if they fall into the category of Passionate Individuals. And Verboses - For me its a pleasure because I kinda fall into the category for their are three kinds of statements I make according some intimate chaps
1. No one understands Why I made the statement.
2. Even if they do they dont get What was told i.e what was the reference.
3. And even if someone knows the Why and What he can't make out the reason it was made.

Cutting the crap out - Let's get into the real passions as to who died and why did he die.
A chap who was an addict to gaming quit gaming for a reason, that was a different addiction. Moving from one addiction to another is tough. You equally understand the fact that any addiction is BAD - its a FACT. But Men will be Men and Passionate Individuals are truly Addicted to anything they LOVE. This chap died for the gaming world - but never quit his LOVE for gaming. Games were/are and will always be his PASSION. But some people fail to admit the difference between a Learner and a Pro-gamer. And death is something that signifies that someone can't really come back to LIFE. But in the virtual world re-spawn is always an option.

I HAVE A DREAM
To have a house on a plain square piece of Land by the side of a Lake surrounded by a Peak and a Canyon. On the other side of the Canyon are Snow laden peaks and when you look down you shall find the river flowing turbulently with the force of the Almighty, Birds chirping with open wings in the Blue Horizon. Winds chilling the bones and giving the taste of alcohol to the Forehead. Facing the bright SUN with a bare bosom, open arms, feeling the aroma of blissful ecstasy. Then comes the Naked truth surrounding him into Her arms letting him taste the sweet nectar of her LIPS, engulfing him into her enigmatic PERSONA. This man is speechless, thoughtless, and motionless, has become a brutal mammal following the abolutions like a howl, still engrossed by the lustrous beauty. Then something shakes him, his head is wounded by the balls of ice falling like cannons from the sky which was once BLUE. It has become black overladen with nimbus'. There is no light, the SUN has shrunk to an eclipse. The lady has turned into a Vampire and is Sucking the LIFE out of me, I have no blood, my lungs dont move, my eyes are senseless. I am Dead.
I am lying dead on the plateau of eldorado in my dreams - a complex blend of fairy tales and nightmares. Somehow i feel an immense sense of pleasure and it seems as if someone is trying to tickle my ribs with snowflakes. After immense hardships and pains I finally rub my eyes to feel myself on the same Bed where I was the Last night, there is no bliss, there is no emotion, I am Hungry, Thirsty and Melancholic. But hark there is this IDIOT box running on MAX treble shaking my feet and pleading me to relieve it and others from the Pain. And then with a gust of joy I wake up with miles on my face wiping out the tears of the night before.
So eventually - Life is game in inches GENTLEMEN, either you hail as a team or die as Individuals - But its nice to have a taste of each and every spectacle of joy and pain i.e if you can take it.

GANDALF.

Experiments with the flights ;-): Spherical Vibrance.

2005-12-13T17:55:00.000+05:30

Experiments with the flights ;-): Spherical Vibrance.

Spherical Vibrance.

2005-12-11T00:54:00.000+05:30

Have you ever played a nice rocking song on your chomputer so that the speaker's shake the ground and u've the urge to feel the shake ?
When I got Up today morning I had this wierd conception of Mr.Einstein talking to Ms.Marilyn Monroe. Mind you that Miss Marilyn was still wearing her White skirt and a nice gust of wind would make it fly and expose her long slender legs. I sometimes wonder what would Einstein do if that hurricane came.
Here's the conversation that came to my mind between Mr.Einstein & Miss Monroe -
Marilyn: Why in the hell are you wearing that stupid hat on your eccentric head?
Marilyn: Why have you worn that i-pod?
Einstein was still not distracted, was rather lost as usual.
Marilyn: Do you mind smooching, crap-dancing, playing with body-chemistry?
Marilyn(still waiting for an answer): Looks like I am in this exquisite suite with an AZOLE.
Marilyn(getting irriated): Had a punk been here he would also have jumped to BED with me.
Marilyn(finally to woo Einstein): Look their goes the Silk Stalkings. And she bends to loosen the strings revealing her graciously set innerwear and lovely legs.
Einstein: Lady who are you and why are you trying to molest me?
Marilyn(Flabbergasted): Can't you see I have been trying to have a talk with you in this stupid suite since an Hour?
Einstein: Dear do you really feel this is a suite?
Einstein(passionately): Had you been a bit more imaginative you would have seen that this place is the Plateau of Arabia with a refrigerator open to chill some garbage of practically zero mass, the fountain's whirling all around with an rpm close to infinity.
Marilyn: I see, do you have any idea of what crap you can create?
Einstein: I don't believe in craps.
Orkut: Who the f*** is talking about scraps ... that's my copyright.
Google: Shit Orkie is trying to woo this one too .. :((
Marlyn: Woaaa .. Who the f*** wants to talk to this crackpot?
Elton John: "And it seems to me that you lived your life like a Candle in the Wind ..."
AND THE WIND BLOWS.
Orkut: Ooh Ma ma what a Bit** .. and takes the pic, shares it and makes it famous amongst the nerds.
Google: Yo yo orkie you are GODLIKE.
Einstein: What an Inhuman Spherical Vibrance did happen out here??
Einstein: Lady do you mind to remove the Silk on your Body so that I may have the honour to play with the relative geometry of your eloquent personality.
Monroe gets all cold and gives the altruist smile and falls into the arms of the genius and then the heat generated transmits and starts shaking the cubicle.
The cubicle is all full of Smoke and Hardly anything is visible to Orkie and Google.
They find that the cubicle enclosure has generated a cloud and it has started to rain. Clouds have started to make the sky black. Lightening is striking hard and Orkie, Googie, their friends are all pscyched out.
Suddenly with a Huge Blow the Cubicle blows off and A Chap comes out of the Cubicle with some antique in his hand, nude with afterblast effects hair electrified due to the strike, eyes horrified and happy simultaneously. He starts banging his head on the wall shouting Eureka Eureka I found it.

That was the time when I was horribly feeling the urge to sleep and had to shout at the top of my voice: "Who the f**k is banging my door?" "I am not having breaker today, ... aur haan lunch ke liye utha dena."
Some ch**tpot was banging at 7 in the morning and I could not complete my dream :-).
Hope you Enjoyed it =;.

Games, the way they should be dealt with ;)

2005-11-19T03:14:00.000+05:30

Hello dear reader,
Tell me what is it that you like the most? Give me the name of the book which you call your favourite, the song which you call your favourite one, the person whom you love above all, the wish you live for, the actress who awakens you amidst deep slumber.
I will give you an incident that happened when I was passing by a school - two kids, a boy and a girl were being scolded by a person who was supposedly their teacher, for fighting with each other for who is better - his dad or her dad. Now their was this peculiar incident which made me think again and again as what do people call Passion, the incident goes this way - a young kid wins a 100m marathon, stands on the stands, adheres the Gold, acknowledges the crowd, wears a crown, is called a Champion. On the other hand this guy performs miserably in his subjects, fails to pass the papers.
How does one demarcate or rather distinguish between success and failure. If a person is successful, a professional in a field, but is leading the life of a beggar do we call him a successful individual. On the the other hand there is this Jack of all trades, Master of None. Who is better - the punk or the professional?
I truly believe that a game will be good when it is played according to the rule book. If a player breaks the rules he is insulting the game, if a spectator discriminates between one player and the other he is wrong, because he may not have the capability to rank individuals and players. The best player is one who can play with the rules of the game - he has the ability to find the tolerance levels of each entity of the game, and he has the ability to perform accordingly. Its the superchill he has that makes him a good player, a professional and a successful gamer.

Hope you Liked It.
Live life Kingsize, be a King.

Everyone is Haunted by his past :p

2005-11-12T18:13:00.000+05:30

Hii dear readers,
A dream may turn out to be a nightmare in its closing stages, or in its starting phase. A good dream leads to a good sleep, a nightmare means a bad night.
"Din dhal jaaye, haye raat na jaye." Similarly if u work yourself out during the day you will not be able to open your eyes after the sunset, that is if u woke up early the previous morning.
The faint memories i have of dreaming take me to the days when i was a kid of five or seven. Some people dream when they are young, some when they are old. Day dreamers tend to be stupid. They do nothing but vile out there time. Some people dream during the day but work hard to achieve there dreams.
A few people who work hard for their dream fail. This happens when they are supremely confident that nothing can fail them. This is when they are hurt internally, because they are so bold that they wont let anyone else feel or realise that he has failed. They tend to be introverts. But these people wear an air of extroversy so that people may not have the slightest feeling that something has really went wrong with this overtly cheerful punk.
Another class of people are those who think that nothing can be achieved, that is they are not fit to achieve something. They are the people who think straight. They are seldom haunted by any dreams, because they know that they are fit mentally and physically for certain things, and they take up only those things which they are confident to do.
In my opinion these people have the capability to deal much better with the situations in which they are, than the day dreamers or the nightcrawlers.
But for every Tom and Harry there is definitely a Dick. Cinderella and Barbie mesmerize this Dick and Tom, Harry follow him.
The morale lies in the belief. Some people blindly believe in something's. Not even a supernatural power can heal them, if he is not rational enough. Irrationality is cured by rationality. After all man is a rational animal, ie if we call man an animal.

Games are meant for Fun ;)

2005-11-05T22:35:00.000+05:30

Be in Counter Strike, Age of Empires or the games of the Unreal universe, each and every Virtual ecstacy has a taste of its own.
They are as sweet as Nector or as traumatising as the Demon himself. If its strategy the debate falls down to FPS. If its team games the third person pops up.
I have had a lot of experience with a variety of Intellectual Gamers, gamers who believe and live to play the game till they have the last shot of cocaine.
Their minds are perplexed by the virtual ecstacies of the Unreal universe. But i question - "Who has the authority to say whether anyone is right or wrong?"
People develop there own conclusions and abstracts on real things. But when everything real fails to exist and the hypothesis of the game comes into the picture its only the real gamer who can help you out.
There are a number of cases of reactions amongst kids, physical as well as mental. But the cause of mental illness can never be a game ALONE. There has to be something human associated with it. Be it crime, corruption, ego or Alter-ego.
One last line - A gamer plays a game to win, others play the game to entertain themselves.

Alchemist is a Book, Alchemy a science.

2005-11-04T17:34:00.000+05:30

I hope the readers wont be flabbergasted by the analysis of a few phrases.
One of the famous laws - Murphy's Law, an associate "Any attempt to print Murphy's Law will Jam the printer." The tools rolling down to the least accessable corner. Intensity of the itch depends on the rationale of the Alchemist. Now who is this character ? A man, God or Mother Nature. All the answers we seek as a "Rational Animal" are mystic, because words are not what they mean. The meaning of words depends more on the complexity of the statement.
Jack of all trades, master of none. Thats like knowledge of Mankind is like a drop of water in the ocean. Our means are scarce but our wants unlimited. Thats why I say that be it Edison, be it Einstein, an Alchemist would know Alchemy not because he wants to but because he hunts for the lustre. Crystals will reflect like Diamonds only when they are cut like it.
Lilies will grow when someone nurtures the weed.
All in all Murphy was not wrong, dont try to interpret why or else you will jam the grey cells in your mind and the flights of fantasy will die. Live life Kingsize. Dream with eyes wide open. Be ambitious, try for perfection, but remember that the whole world will conspire against you.