This is a song from 1947-Earth, that i love, and can listen to it again and again!! hope u like it too :)
Ishwar Allah Tere Jahan Mein Nafrat Kyon Hai Jung Hai Kyon
Tera Dil To Itna Bada Hai Insaan Ka Dil Tang Hai Kyon
Ishwar Allah Tere Jahan Mein Nafrat Kyon Hai Jung Hai Kyon
Tera Dil To Itna Bada Hai Insaan Ka Dil Tang Hai Kyon
[ Ishwar Allah Tere Jahan Mein Nafrat Song Lyrics @ http://www.hindilyrix.com ]
Kadam Kadam Par Sarhad Kyon Hai Saari Zameen Jo Teri Hai
Sooraj Ke Pehre Dharti Hai Phir Kyon Itni Andheri Hai
Is Duniya Ke Daaman Par Insaan Ke Lahoo Ka Rang Hai Kyon
Ishwar Allah Tere Jahan Mein Nafrat Kyon Hai Jung Hai Kyon
Tera Dil To Itna Bada Hai Insaan Ka Dil Tang Hai Kyon
Goonj Rahi Kitni Cheekhein Pyaar Ki Baatein Hum Sunein
Toot Rahe Hain Kitne Sapne Inke Tukde Koi Chune
Dil Ke Darwaazon Par Taaley Taalon Par Zank Hai Kyon
Ishwar Allah Tere Jahan Mein Nafrat Kyon Hai Jung Hai Kyon
Tera Dil To Itna Bada Hai Insaan Ka Dil Tang Hai Kyon.
[ Ishwar Allah Tere Jahan Mein Nafrat Song Lyrics @ http://www.hindilyrix.com ]
I am still in the process of exploring the many options of blogger, so apologize for not inserting a link to download the song. Kindly google it!
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Sunday, April 5, 2009
happiness!!
This has to be one of the good moments of my life :)
Got my result today, that means, i have freedom from exams, FOREVER!!
no more late night studies, waiting for the results !!!
Just another small step left now and i WILL BE A LAWYER! :)
Wear the prestigious band and the black gown, roam the corridors of the Courts! Bliss!!
My whole family is jumping with joy and happiness!! Congratulations on phone/smses/ facebook have kept me busy since 5 p.m.!!!
I just hope i don't let them down.
All i want is to make a mark for myself in this big, bad, ugly world, do my bit to change the legal system, earn enough money to fulfil my father's dream of opening a Hospital/NGO/school for the girls in his hometown.
Anyways, i am too happy to sit down and continue!
Adios! Hope everyone's dreams come true :)
My dada would have been so proud- "beti vakil ban gayi"!!
Got my result today, that means, i have freedom from exams, FOREVER!!
no more late night studies, waiting for the results !!!
Just another small step left now and i WILL BE A LAWYER! :)
Wear the prestigious band and the black gown, roam the corridors of the Courts! Bliss!!
My whole family is jumping with joy and happiness!! Congratulations on phone/smses/ facebook have kept me busy since 5 p.m.!!!
I just hope i don't let them down.
All i want is to make a mark for myself in this big, bad, ugly world, do my bit to change the legal system, earn enough money to fulfil my father's dream of opening a Hospital/NGO/school for the girls in his hometown.
Anyways, i am too happy to sit down and continue!
Adios! Hope everyone's dreams come true :)
My dada would have been so proud- "beti vakil ban gayi"!!
Saturday, April 4, 2009
nice ones :) :)
When one door of happiness closes, another opens; but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one which has been opened for us- Helen Keller
To know sorrow, is to be free from it. You won't understand sorrow if you keep escaping from it. Don't do anything about it. Don't push it away. Just be aware. How does it feel? Happy are those who grieve for they will love better and live longer.
I laugh, I love, I hope, I try, I hurt, I need, I fear, I cry. And I know you do the same things too, So we're really not that different, me and you.
There is always someone who loves you more than you know.
For everything there is a season,
And a time for every matter under heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die;
A time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal;
A time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
A time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to throw away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
A time to embrace, And a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to seek, and a time to lose;
A time to keep, and a time to throw away;
A time to tear, and a time to sew;
A time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate,
A time for war, and a time for peace.
Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being the more joy you can contain. Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven?- Khalil Gibran
When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives means the most us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving much advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a gentle and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.- Henri Nouwen
A brief candle; both ends burning
An endless mile; a bus wheel turning
A friend to share the lonesome times
A handshake and a sip of wine
So say it loud and let it ring
We are all a part of everything
The future, present and the past
Fly on proud bird
You're free at last.
- Charlie Daniels
written en route to the funeral for his friend, Ronnie Van Zant of the band, Lynyrd Skynyrd.
To know sorrow, is to be free from it. You won't understand sorrow if you keep escaping from it. Don't do anything about it. Don't push it away. Just be aware. How does it feel? Happy are those who grieve for they will love better and live longer.
I laugh, I love, I hope, I try, I hurt, I need, I fear, I cry. And I know you do the same things too, So we're really not that different, me and you.
There is always someone who loves you more than you know.
For everything there is a season,
And a time for every matter under heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die;
A time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal;
A time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
A time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to throw away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
A time to embrace, And a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to seek, and a time to lose;
A time to keep, and a time to throw away;
A time to tear, and a time to sew;
A time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate,
A time for war, and a time for peace.
Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being the more joy you can contain. Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven?- Khalil Gibran
When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives means the most us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving much advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a gentle and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.- Henri Nouwen
A brief candle; both ends burning
An endless mile; a bus wheel turning
A friend to share the lonesome times
A handshake and a sip of wine
So say it loud and let it ring
We are all a part of everything
The future, present and the past
Fly on proud bird
You're free at last.
- Charlie Daniels
written en route to the funeral for his friend, Ronnie Van Zant of the band, Lynyrd Skynyrd.
Friday, March 27, 2009
Fathers as fiends
Bachi Karkaria
Daughters have a special bond with their doting dads. Mothers are left seething out of the equation, and later suitors suffer because they can never measure up to the first man in a girl’s life. This was the credo, reaffirmed by all of us who have glowed in this unabashedly biased relationship. The monster of Mira Road has shattered the idyll. It’s difficult to think of a worse betrayal.
The blood of every father’s daughter must run cold to read about the 21-year-old who had been continually raped for nine years. A father as perpetrator, a mother as accessory, and a so-called godman not only calling the shots, but pumping in his own dirty bullets as well. How many idols were smashed in that burgeoning outpost of Mumbai suburbia? Everything supposedly sacred was defiled. It’s difficult to think of a worse perversion.
Every daughter who has snuggled into her father, charmed him into submission, had him indulge her every whim to her own delight and her mother’s disapproval, must surely have followed this story in disbelief. For the past eight days, we have been subjected to chilling revelations. Just when we thought we had heard the worst, another report, another piece of testimony has reared its head to mock our cozy illusions.
The Mira Road incest is not an aberration. It happens everywhere, all the time, as routine as water cuts in summer. Too often, ‘family’ is not the benign unit of protective Mama-Papa and loving uncle-ji, but a whitewashed sepulchre of poisoned innocence. To the curios in the showcase add the skeletons in the closet. Alas, not dead, but jumping out to paw, grope and molest. On a regular basis.
The difference at Mira Road was only one of degree, motivation, and the fact that the pustule burst open. This happened only because it reached new depths. When her 15-year-old sister was also dragged into this pit, the long-suffering girl found the tremulous courage to inform her maternal uncle and grandmother. So, add one more dimension to this perverse roster. We must be thankful for the doubled evil because that’s what finally led to the end of the sordid tale. And for the small mercy that the girl’s court of appeal did not typically cite ‘family honour’ to slam the lid back on what was its demonic opposite.
Child sexual abuse by a family member, most often the father himself, extends from pavement to penthouse, leaving no economic, educational or ethnic group unstained. It sits there masked in normalcy, like porn covered in the innocent brown paper of a school exercise book, like a festively wrapped mithai box swarming with maggots inside. The statistics may be conjecture, but they certainly aren’t damning lies. An act of domestic sexual abuse occurs every seven minutes (compared to every three minutes for any type/venue of sexual violence).
In this depraved milieu, we must then be very grateful for the six minutes of security. And, we, who as children had considered our unmolested cocoon to be the unremarkable rule, must now fall on our knees for the blessing of exception. When the parental protector turns predator, every other violation pales by comparison, arguably even turns kosher.
The father raped his elder daughter for nine years and, inured, felt no shame in pulling the younger girl into the sex vortex. The mother emotionally blackmailed them into submitting not only to him, but also to the instigating tantric. To be fair, she threw herself into the hissing cauldron as well. The parents abandoned their most sublime duty for the sake of mere crass reward. The ‘godman’ had convinced them that this was the divinely ordained route to the father’s business success.
The silence of the lambs of Mira Road is deafening. But the current empty din of electoral invective is unlikely to pause and listen.
Courtsey- www.timesofindia.com
Bachi Karkaria
Daughters have a special bond with their doting dads. Mothers are left seething out of the equation, and later suitors suffer because they can never measure up to the first man in a girl’s life. This was the credo, reaffirmed by all of us who have glowed in this unabashedly biased relationship. The monster of Mira Road has shattered the idyll. It’s difficult to think of a worse betrayal.
The blood of every father’s daughter must run cold to read about the 21-year-old who had been continually raped for nine years. A father as perpetrator, a mother as accessory, and a so-called godman not only calling the shots, but pumping in his own dirty bullets as well. How many idols were smashed in that burgeoning outpost of Mumbai suburbia? Everything supposedly sacred was defiled. It’s difficult to think of a worse perversion.
Every daughter who has snuggled into her father, charmed him into submission, had him indulge her every whim to her own delight and her mother’s disapproval, must surely have followed this story in disbelief. For the past eight days, we have been subjected to chilling revelations. Just when we thought we had heard the worst, another report, another piece of testimony has reared its head to mock our cozy illusions.
The Mira Road incest is not an aberration. It happens everywhere, all the time, as routine as water cuts in summer. Too often, ‘family’ is not the benign unit of protective Mama-Papa and loving uncle-ji, but a whitewashed sepulchre of poisoned innocence. To the curios in the showcase add the skeletons in the closet. Alas, not dead, but jumping out to paw, grope and molest. On a regular basis.
The difference at Mira Road was only one of degree, motivation, and the fact that the pustule burst open. This happened only because it reached new depths. When her 15-year-old sister was also dragged into this pit, the long-suffering girl found the tremulous courage to inform her maternal uncle and grandmother. So, add one more dimension to this perverse roster. We must be thankful for the doubled evil because that’s what finally led to the end of the sordid tale. And for the small mercy that the girl’s court of appeal did not typically cite ‘family honour’ to slam the lid back on what was its demonic opposite.
Child sexual abuse by a family member, most often the father himself, extends from pavement to penthouse, leaving no economic, educational or ethnic group unstained. It sits there masked in normalcy, like porn covered in the innocent brown paper of a school exercise book, like a festively wrapped mithai box swarming with maggots inside. The statistics may be conjecture, but they certainly aren’t damning lies. An act of domestic sexual abuse occurs every seven minutes (compared to every three minutes for any type/venue of sexual violence).
In this depraved milieu, we must then be very grateful for the six minutes of security. And, we, who as children had considered our unmolested cocoon to be the unremarkable rule, must now fall on our knees for the blessing of exception. When the parental protector turns predator, every other violation pales by comparison, arguably even turns kosher.
The father raped his elder daughter for nine years and, inured, felt no shame in pulling the younger girl into the sex vortex. The mother emotionally blackmailed them into submitting not only to him, but also to the instigating tantric. To be fair, she threw herself into the hissing cauldron as well. The parents abandoned their most sublime duty for the sake of mere crass reward. The ‘godman’ had convinced them that this was the divinely ordained route to the father’s business success.
The silence of the lambs of Mira Road is deafening. But the current empty din of electoral invective is unlikely to pause and listen.
Courtsey- www.timesofindia.com
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Best of both the worlds
Almost every blog post that I read over the past few months would generate a lot of arguments if the post mentions anything about religion. Hindus would ridicule Muslims, blame them for something and the Muslims would retaliate, explain things and end up ridiculing Hindus, and vice-versa.
My nani is a devout Hindu and my dada was an extremely religious Muslim man. I remember nani teaching me excerpts from Mahabharata or Gita and narrating me some instances from these holy books(she still does it). I remember learning the Gayatri Mantra and Om Bhoor Bhuva Swaha in schools, and then coming home and chanting them in front of my proud nani. It didn't matter to her that I am a Muslim, nor did it matter to me that I am a Muslim chanting these line. For me the meaning of these mantras was more important, rather than the fact that being a Muslim I shouldn't chant them. I still remember them, though I don't chant them now (school assemblies are over!!), and now I can proudly say that I know more about Hinduism than most of the Hindus I have come across.
I also remember my dada narrating instances of Holy Prophets (peace be upon him), reciting Kalmas, and offering namaz, scolding us for not praying 5 times and telling us about the fruits of being a religious and good person.
Often nani would teach me some lessons of life which pertained to one becoming a good human being and I realized that these teachings are there in Quran too. No religion teaches hatred, religion is supposed to be the guiding light of one's life, it can never teach to kill someone. With time I realised that these religions are not that different. Basically they all teach us to be a better human being, to have a pure heart and not be consumed by hatred towards anyone else.
Life is too short to be consumed by hatred. There is absolutely no point fighting over religious issues. The British followed the divide and rule policy and succeeded to achieve their goals. If our country gets divided, it wont be long before we again get ruled by fascist elements.
I am a proud Muslim, but I am prouder of my lineage, because I get to experience the best of both the worlds.
I wish everyone starts respecting the other religions and starts following the principle of 'live and let live.'
My nani is a devout Hindu and my dada was an extremely religious Muslim man. I remember nani teaching me excerpts from Mahabharata or Gita and narrating me some instances from these holy books(she still does it). I remember learning the Gayatri Mantra and Om Bhoor Bhuva Swaha in schools, and then coming home and chanting them in front of my proud nani. It didn't matter to her that I am a Muslim, nor did it matter to me that I am a Muslim chanting these line. For me the meaning of these mantras was more important, rather than the fact that being a Muslim I shouldn't chant them. I still remember them, though I don't chant them now (school assemblies are over!!), and now I can proudly say that I know more about Hinduism than most of the Hindus I have come across.
I also remember my dada narrating instances of Holy Prophets (peace be upon him), reciting Kalmas, and offering namaz, scolding us for not praying 5 times and telling us about the fruits of being a religious and good person.
Often nani would teach me some lessons of life which pertained to one becoming a good human being and I realized that these teachings are there in Quran too. No religion teaches hatred, religion is supposed to be the guiding light of one's life, it can never teach to kill someone. With time I realised that these religions are not that different. Basically they all teach us to be a better human being, to have a pure heart and not be consumed by hatred towards anyone else.
Life is too short to be consumed by hatred. There is absolutely no point fighting over religious issues. The British followed the divide and rule policy and succeeded to achieve their goals. If our country gets divided, it wont be long before we again get ruled by fascist elements.
I am a proud Muslim, but I am prouder of my lineage, because I get to experience the best of both the worlds.
I wish everyone starts respecting the other religions and starts following the principle of 'live and let live.'
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Religion and Us
Today, in office, for the first time i was on the receiving end of a religious biasedness. No, there were no open abuses, no fiery arguments, just a cold reaction from some of my colleagues on getting to know my religion..
They thought i wouldn't hear the hushed up voices of astonishment, and the news being spread slowly that i am a Muslim. One of them exclaimed in a different context that "Parsi community has very few people left, so they are no longer a threat to our country, unlike other religions"!!
Can u imagine that!
What shocked me was that i did not expect this, atleast from the educated people around me. I mean does it really matter what religion i belong to? Does it make me a lesser human being if i am a Muslim?
Spoke to dad about this, and he told me, this is a part of life and things will get worse now, better get used to this!
Why should i bear the cost of the actions of few lunatics? The thought that i just spoke to a Hindu/Christian/Sikh/Buddhist/Parsee never crosses my mind, why does it cross the minds of others around me?
Islam does not teach hatred, and what angers me, is the gross mis-interpretation, people who don't even know two words about Islam, abusing it, left right and centre..
The day the people in this country grow beyond religion, race, case, sex, creed, we will be truly a free nation...
I wonder when that day will come...
They thought i wouldn't hear the hushed up voices of astonishment, and the news being spread slowly that i am a Muslim. One of them exclaimed in a different context that "Parsi community has very few people left, so they are no longer a threat to our country, unlike other religions"!!
Can u imagine that!
What shocked me was that i did not expect this, atleast from the educated people around me. I mean does it really matter what religion i belong to? Does it make me a lesser human being if i am a Muslim?
Spoke to dad about this, and he told me, this is a part of life and things will get worse now, better get used to this!
Why should i bear the cost of the actions of few lunatics? The thought that i just spoke to a Hindu/Christian/Sikh/Buddhist/Parsee never crosses my mind, why does it cross the minds of others around me?
Islam does not teach hatred, and what angers me, is the gross mis-interpretation, people who don't even know two words about Islam, abusing it, left right and centre..
The day the people in this country grow beyond religion, race, case, sex, creed, we will be truly a free nation...
I wonder when that day will come...
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
why such perversion?
Just read something on the net which reminded me of the movie, the monsoon wedding..
The thing that really affected me and i am sure many others watching the movie was the disgusting part about the child molestation. One never realises but things such as these maybe happening right in your own house. The little child often does not understand what is happening/has happened.
And more often than not these incidents remain only in the mind of the people involved in it. The child remembers it with fear and anger, the perpetrator of the crime remembers it as his/her pleasures.
Most of these incidents happen in the family, leaving the child with no option but to keep quiet, but what they don't realise is that by speaking up they not only save themselves, but other future victims from the hands of this insane human.
I still don't understand what pleasure does one get by molesting a year old kid or or for that matter a 8-9 year old child.
I hope and pray that no one, absolutely NO ONE goes through this mental trauma.
The thing that really affected me and i am sure many others watching the movie was the disgusting part about the child molestation. One never realises but things such as these maybe happening right in your own house. The little child often does not understand what is happening/has happened.
And more often than not these incidents remain only in the mind of the people involved in it. The child remembers it with fear and anger, the perpetrator of the crime remembers it as his/her pleasures.
Most of these incidents happen in the family, leaving the child with no option but to keep quiet, but what they don't realise is that by speaking up they not only save themselves, but other future victims from the hands of this insane human.
I still don't understand what pleasure does one get by molesting a year old kid or or for that matter a 8-9 year old child.
I hope and pray that no one, absolutely NO ONE goes through this mental trauma.
Monday, March 9, 2009
the watch
A trip back to my home in Aligarh brought back lots of childhood memories. Memories of running around in the verandah or fixing a swing on a tree, or hiding a puppy outside in the garden from the elders, only to find it missing in 15 mins. Ahh..such childhood memories, time really flies!
Wish i could have enjoyed just a little bit more! But as they say, its never really enough!
Now the garden in the house is missing, replaced by a towering building, no neem tree...and no more swings.
The only chatter that remains in the house are of my two little cousins (who are not so little anymore!)... no more shouts of my dada for his routine food/chai/water etc etc.
I was never really close to my dada, met him occasionally, nevertheless, his loss has been scarier to me than i thought it would have been. His death was inevitable, something that was becoming too obvious, with his falling health et al. But the realisation that the next generation after him would be my parents generation is all the more scarier.
I wish i had the chance to spend more time with him, share more laughs with him.
I don't remember my dadi, she passed away too soon and too fast.
Yes, we got pampered a lot by her, but the memories have faded away..
i read this somewhere... "Someone can walk into your life
and it is not until after they walk out
that you realize that they were even there"
So very true...
Life becomes so..so..empty without their blessings on us.
I got my dada's watch as a memorabilia..to remind me always what i have lost in life and what i still stand to gain, by being with the people close to me...cz one never really knows!
Wish i could have enjoyed just a little bit more! But as they say, its never really enough!
Now the garden in the house is missing, replaced by a towering building, no neem tree...and no more swings.
The only chatter that remains in the house are of my two little cousins (who are not so little anymore!)... no more shouts of my dada for his routine food/chai/water etc etc.
I was never really close to my dada, met him occasionally, nevertheless, his loss has been scarier to me than i thought it would have been. His death was inevitable, something that was becoming too obvious, with his falling health et al. But the realisation that the next generation after him would be my parents generation is all the more scarier.
I wish i had the chance to spend more time with him, share more laughs with him.
I don't remember my dadi, she passed away too soon and too fast.
Yes, we got pampered a lot by her, but the memories have faded away..
i read this somewhere... "Someone can walk into your life
and it is not until after they walk out
that you realize that they were even there"
So very true...
Life becomes so..so..empty without their blessings on us.
I got my dada's watch as a memorabilia..to remind me always what i have lost in life and what i still stand to gain, by being with the people close to me...cz one never really knows!
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Grow up people!
Its been some time since the shocking events in Mangalore, but thankfully the memories of such a dreadful event are still not erased and they shouldn't be, atleast till the time these so-called protectors of Indian Culture are brought to books. But i don't see this happening in the near future. The fact that these hooligans were out on bail barely days after the horrific incident shows that no matter how much we shout, how much we protest, it will fall on deaf ears. The most sickening part was the manner in which these hooligans were justifying their acts.
I wonder why the Government has not yet banned the 'Ram Sena'. These acts are just not acceptable.
Our society is still very much a male-chauvinist society. Men can go to pubs, drink, roam with women, but not women. If they do anything of these sorts, they are termed as loose or immoral. I wonder when will these people grow up!
Kudos to the Pink Chaddi Campaign. We should have more of these.
I wonder why the Government has not yet banned the 'Ram Sena'. These acts are just not acceptable.
Our society is still very much a male-chauvinist society. Men can go to pubs, drink, roam with women, but not women. If they do anything of these sorts, they are termed as loose or immoral. I wonder when will these people grow up!
Kudos to the Pink Chaddi Campaign. We should have more of these.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
life
i am soon going to be a lawyer..whoa! feels scary..i will soon enter into THE BIG BAD WORLD..i wish i could decide, be clear and be strong.
i wish to defend human rights, women's rights, Muslim people's plight,children's rights, right for a safe and pollution free enviornment but that would require me to be in a position where people will sit up and take notice.
i wonder when will that be. i could start by today, but various things and apprehensions stop me. i am unprepared to take a risk, to venture out alone.
once i do that, my dreams will become a reality.
i wish to defend human rights, women's rights, Muslim people's plight,children's rights, right for a safe and pollution free enviornment but that would require me to be in a position where people will sit up and take notice.
i wonder when will that be. i could start by today, but various things and apprehensions stop me. i am unprepared to take a risk, to venture out alone.
once i do that, my dreams will become a reality.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
On Amitabh Bachchan's Blog..
In the world of life and struggle, I wobble through the rivers of disdain and unwanted cynicism..
Of hatred and jealousy and malice and deliberate abuse..
I swim across to the banks where there are none. The sand below my feet is soft at touch but torturous and rapidly thinning.
The harsh rocks of deliberation and deceit lacerate a body that has known no injury.
I am consumed. I breathe with bated breath. I am still and voluminous and inert…
I am simply me in disguise and paint..
Music is supreme.. Loud and lyrical..
I am in life.. I am me..
Of hatred and jealousy and malice and deliberate abuse..
I swim across to the banks where there are none. The sand below my feet is soft at touch but torturous and rapidly thinning.
The harsh rocks of deliberation and deceit lacerate a body that has known no injury.
I am consumed. I breathe with bated breath. I am still and voluminous and inert…
I am simply me in disguise and paint..
Music is supreme.. Loud and lyrical..
I am in life.. I am me..
ONE PARAGRAPH THAT EXPLAINS LIFE!
Arthur Ashe, the legendary Wimbledon player was dying of AIDS which he got due to infected blood he received during a heart surgery in 1983.
From world over, he received letters from his fans, one of which conveyed:
“Why does GOD have to select you for such a bad disease”?
To this Arthur Ashe replied:
“The world over — 50 million children start playing tennis,
5 million learn to play tennis, 500,000 learn professional tennis,
50,000 come to the circuit, 5000 reach the grand slam,
50 reach Wimbledon, 4 to semi final, 2 to the finals,
When I was holding a cup I never asked GOD ‘Why me?’.
And today in pain I should not be asking GOD ‘Why me?’ “
“Happiness keeps you Sweet,
Trials keep you Strong,
Sorrow keeps you Human,
Failure keeps you humble and Success keeps you glowing, but only Faith &
Attitude keeps you going…
From world over, he received letters from his fans, one of which conveyed:
“Why does GOD have to select you for such a bad disease”?
To this Arthur Ashe replied:
“The world over — 50 million children start playing tennis,
5 million learn to play tennis, 500,000 learn professional tennis,
50,000 come to the circuit, 5000 reach the grand slam,
50 reach Wimbledon, 4 to semi final, 2 to the finals,
When I was holding a cup I never asked GOD ‘Why me?’.
And today in pain I should not be asking GOD ‘Why me?’ “
“Happiness keeps you Sweet,
Trials keep you Strong,
Sorrow keeps you Human,
Failure keeps you humble and Success keeps you glowing, but only Faith &
Attitude keeps you going…
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Before Sunrise
Daydream delusion, limousine eyelash
Oh baby with your pretty face
Drop a tear in my wineglass
Look at those big eyes
See what you mean to me
Sweet-cakes and milkshakes
I'm a delusion angel
I'm a fantasy parade
I want you to know what I think
Don't want you to guess anymore
You have no idea where I came from
We have no idea where we're going
Lodged in life
Like branches in a river
Flowing downstream
Caught in the current
I carry you
You'll carry me
That's how it could be
Don't you know me? Don't you know me by now?
A Street poet in Before Sunrise
Oh baby with your pretty face
Drop a tear in my wineglass
Look at those big eyes
See what you mean to me
Sweet-cakes and milkshakes
I'm a delusion angel
I'm a fantasy parade
I want you to know what I think
Don't want you to guess anymore
You have no idea where I came from
We have no idea where we're going
Lodged in life
Like branches in a river
Flowing downstream
Caught in the current
I carry you
You'll carry me
That's how it could be
Don't you know me? Don't you know me by now?
A Street poet in Before Sunrise
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
blaahh
wish i could also have an endless conversation with a stranger..which could go on an on and on...without any apprehensions, without any tensions and without any conscience...
i wonder when will i start 'living'...
life seems such a drag...want to have a free life, want to travel...far far away to some unknown land, amidst strangers...wear whatever i want to, sit the way i want to and for once not care about what the other person thinks...
wonder if thats ever possible
i wonder when will i start 'living'...
life seems such a drag...want to have a free life, want to travel...far far away to some unknown land, amidst strangers...wear whatever i want to, sit the way i want to and for once not care about what the other person thinks...
wonder if thats ever possible
Saturday, August 23, 2008
weird things
Somethings are just too weird….i realized today that we spend more time with our electronic gadgets rather than our family. We are ready to spend more than half of the day sitting in front of a computer, chatting, smsing, talking on the phone, or just playing games on a computer. Can you imagine we like spending time with these non-living things, these mechanical things which have no feelings or emotions whatsoever. And we prefer these over our friends and families. Life would have been so much better without then na! Well u no it is ironical, I actually cannot survive without my cell-phone or without my laptop, but I have started hating my dependency on them..
I guess we should all learn to draw a line somewhere. Stop using them for a while and learn to live sometime without them, which perhaps will be the most difficult thing for freaks like us.
Sometime back, all my cousins had gathered together after quite a long time. I was excited to be with them again and have our usual fights. Teasing sessions, troubling sessions and the likes, but what made me sad was that when I went in the room to greet them, I encountered a stony silence and all four of them sitting in front of their respective computers/laptops and busy in their chatting sessions or their gaming sessions. Such is life…imagine four young boys who wouldn’t stop chattering, don’t have a word to say to each other now!
I wonder what kind of lives my children will lead!! Kind of scary….
I guess we should all learn to draw a line somewhere. Stop using them for a while and learn to live sometime without them, which perhaps will be the most difficult thing for freaks like us.
Sometime back, all my cousins had gathered together after quite a long time. I was excited to be with them again and have our usual fights. Teasing sessions, troubling sessions and the likes, but what made me sad was that when I went in the room to greet them, I encountered a stony silence and all four of them sitting in front of their respective computers/laptops and busy in their chatting sessions or their gaming sessions. Such is life…imagine four young boys who wouldn’t stop chattering, don’t have a word to say to each other now!
I wonder what kind of lives my children will lead!! Kind of scary….
Thursday, July 31, 2008
LIFE
life gives you a thousand reasons to smile and a thousand more to cry...one important phase of life ends and brings with it few tears, some fond memories and some treasured moments...to be remembered forever...
it also brings with itself, apprehensions, nervousness, excitement and fear...fear of trodding down an unknown path, fear of coming across strangers, new people, fear of leaving the comfort zone...and venturing into unfamiliar territory...
every change is apprehended, questioned, doubted amd frowned upon...even if its for the better...
i remember leaving Suri & Co. with so much uncertainity and fear...with my mind full of scary thoughts....apprehensions....and wondering what was in store for me......
but that was a very wonderful change...loved every minute spent there :)
maybe most of the changes that happen are for the best :)
it also brings with itself, apprehensions, nervousness, excitement and fear...fear of trodding down an unknown path, fear of coming across strangers, new people, fear of leaving the comfort zone...and venturing into unfamiliar territory...
every change is apprehended, questioned, doubted amd frowned upon...even if its for the better...
i remember leaving Suri & Co. with so much uncertainity and fear...with my mind full of scary thoughts....apprehensions....and wondering what was in store for me......
but that was a very wonderful change...loved every minute spent there :)
maybe most of the changes that happen are for the best :)
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Everyday, i come to office, stare at the computer screen and watch, play, research, chat or simply and idiotically browse the net...see others pictures or mine. And everynight i sleep, i do not feel discontent, i wonder how and why. I wonder whether i have gotten into the habit of simply lazing around doing nothing. Its not funny! Everyday i decide i have to do something meaningful, finish one task, but i return back home everyday, with zero knowledge and full wastage of time. Is this the reason why i love coming to this office? Because i get appreciation for work without much effort, or the fact that i get ti sit with people who are interesting and funny! But where does that leave my personal growth? Right there on the backseat, sitting happily behind everything else, even those which are irrelevant.
Perhaps its time i grew up.
Perhaps its time i grew up.
Monday, July 14, 2008
ironies of life
me, mom and dad have been counting the ironies of life lately, and maybe we have started noticing them just now, but they seem to spring out from everywhere!
Mom told me that when she was young, she never came across any ironies, probably because she never got any two extreme situations to compare..
Dad is shifting to Mumbai very soon...look at the irony, we'l be here in Delhi and he'll be there...n now when he'l get free early, n come back home at 6, he'll just have the walls to talk to...weird isn't it..
when finally we got a new car..there isn't anyone to drive it...
when the age is for mom to sit back and relax, she'll be hunting for a new job in b'bay...
it seems that i have forgotten the ironies of life that i silently counted in my head....will be back for the rest...
Mom told me that when she was young, she never came across any ironies, probably because she never got any two extreme situations to compare..
Dad is shifting to Mumbai very soon...look at the irony, we'l be here in Delhi and he'll be there...n now when he'l get free early, n come back home at 6, he'll just have the walls to talk to...weird isn't it..
when finally we got a new car..there isn't anyone to drive it...
when the age is for mom to sit back and relax, she'll be hunting for a new job in b'bay...
it seems that i have forgotten the ironies of life that i silently counted in my head....will be back for the rest...
Sunday, June 29, 2008
babies part 2
THESE PICTURES ARE COURTESY SOME PEOPLE WHO HAVE BEEN KIND ENOUGH TO SHARE THESE WONDERFUL PICTURES WITH THE WORLD ON VARIOUS SITE, APOLOGIES FOR NOT GIVING DUE CREDIT TO THEM, BUT HAVE BEEN UNABLE TO FIND THE ORIGINAL PICTURE TAKERS.
some more of them!
some more of them!
yipeee!
yaaahhoooooo!!!
M the new editor-in-chief....
m sooo happy....
it feels as if things are now falling in place...
i deserve this! i shall treat myself for this...
i wonder what should i do....
ummm......
M the new editor-in-chief....
m sooo happy....
it feels as if things are now falling in place...
i deserve this! i shall treat myself for this...
i wonder what should i do....
ummm......
Friday, June 27, 2008
स्माल लिटिल पोएम
हर खुशी है लोगों के दमन में, पर एक हँसी के लिए वक्त नही।
दिन रात दौड़ती दुनिया में, जिंदगी के लिए ही वक्त नही।
माँ की लोरी का एहसास तो है, पर माँ को माँ कहने का वक्त नही।
सारे रिश्तों को तो हम मार चुके, अब उन्हें दफ़नाने का भी वक्त नही।
सारे नाम मोबाइल में हैं, पर दोस्ती के लए वक्त नही।
गैरों की क्या बात करें, जब अपनों के लिए ही वक्त नही।
आंखों में है नींद बड़ी, पर सोने का वक्त नही।
दिल है ग़मौं से भरा हुआ, पर रोने का भी वक्त नही।
पैसों की दौड़ में ऐसे दौडे, की थकने का भी वक्त नही।
पराये एहसासों की क्या कद्र करें, जब अपने सपनो के लिए ही वक्त नही।
तू ही बता ऐ जिंदगी, इस जिंदगी का क्या होगा, की हर पल मरने वालों को, जीने के लिए भी वक्त नही.......
दिन रात दौड़ती दुनिया में, जिंदगी के लिए ही वक्त नही।
माँ की लोरी का एहसास तो है, पर माँ को माँ कहने का वक्त नही।
सारे रिश्तों को तो हम मार चुके, अब उन्हें दफ़नाने का भी वक्त नही।
सारे नाम मोबाइल में हैं, पर दोस्ती के लए वक्त नही।
गैरों की क्या बात करें, जब अपनों के लिए ही वक्त नही।
आंखों में है नींद बड़ी, पर सोने का वक्त नही।
दिल है ग़मौं से भरा हुआ, पर रोने का भी वक्त नही।
पैसों की दौड़ में ऐसे दौडे, की थकने का भी वक्त नही।
पराये एहसासों की क्या कद्र करें, जब अपने सपनो के लिए ही वक्त नही।
तू ही बता ऐ जिंदगी, इस जिंदगी का क्या होगा, की हर पल मरने वालों को, जीने के लिए भी वक्त नही.......
happiness and sadness
i wonder why, i write only when i am brimming with emotions; either of sadness or happiness..
right now i am happy! happy because for the first time i achieved something ON MY OWN..no approaches, nothing! MY CV got accepted in Anand and Anand! I feel so elated...so..i don't even have words...
I never knew i could do anything on my own caliber... i had taken for granted, i would need help, help of my parents or my friends anyone but i couldn't believe i could do any such thing on my own...
Thank you, Anand & Anand....for giving me the confidence, a new high...something to be proud of..
Sana thinks that luck is nothing...you, your own self is everything..i strongly beg to differ.. i am lucky cz i have an amzing an supportive family. Often i look at a street kid and wonder what life that kid is leading...he would stare at other little kids with jealousy and awe, a kid being pampered n spoiled by his parents, little knowing that this very kid may not even feel any bit of emotion for these very parents or for that matter grow up, move away and leave those parents to rot in an old age home...
life is weird...
right now i am happy! happy because for the first time i achieved something ON MY OWN..no approaches, nothing! MY CV got accepted in Anand and Anand! I feel so elated...so..i don't even have words...
I never knew i could do anything on my own caliber... i had taken for granted, i would need help, help of my parents or my friends anyone but i couldn't believe i could do any such thing on my own...
Thank you, Anand & Anand....for giving me the confidence, a new high...something to be proud of..
Sana thinks that luck is nothing...you, your own self is everything..i strongly beg to differ.. i am lucky cz i have an amzing an supportive family. Often i look at a street kid and wonder what life that kid is leading...he would stare at other little kids with jealousy and awe, a kid being pampered n spoiled by his parents, little knowing that this very kid may not even feel any bit of emotion for these very parents or for that matter grow up, move away and leave those parents to rot in an old age home...
life is weird...
Thursday, June 19, 2008
some more baby pics
aren't they adorableTHESE PICTURES ARE COURTESY SOME PEOPLE WHO HAVE BEEN KIND ENOUGH TO SHARE THESE WONDERFUL PICTURES WITH THE WORLD ON VARIOUS SITES, APOLOGIES FOR NOT GIVING DUE CREDIT TO THEM, BUT HAVE BEEN UNABLE TO FIND THE ORIGINAL PICTURE TAKERS.
babies
I have no clue what has gotten into me..and why do i have a sudden obsession with babies...i have collected so many pictures of little toddlers, that i have started loosing count..
I simply adore babies, for the simple reason that they are purely innocent, without any bad habits and without any prejudices and biases.They will gladly hop in your lap after initial apprehension, and won't care whether you are a Hindu or a Muslim or a servant or a rich man..
these little angels have an uncanny ability to make you forget your tensions and problems, the minute you see their smiling and innocent faces.
i wish to give birth...to bring out a new life from me..to be able to understand the joy or rather bliss of 'creating'...
Being a mother is the greatest joy for a woman and its really unfair that any woman should be deprived of this by nature...
I simply adore babies, for the simple reason that they are purely innocent, without any bad habits and without any prejudices and biases.They will gladly hop in your lap after initial apprehension, and won't care whether you are a Hindu or a Muslim or a servant or a rich man..
these little angels have an uncanny ability to make you forget your tensions and problems, the minute you see their smiling and innocent faces.
i wish to give birth...to bring out a new life from me..to be able to understand the joy or rather bliss of 'creating'...
Being a mother is the greatest joy for a woman and its really unfair that any woman should be deprived of this by nature...
Sunday, June 15, 2008
loved this
read this beautiful piece written by Sh Harivansh Rai Bachchan for his son, Sh Amitabh Bachchan....intelligent and witty...
Courtesy...Amitabh Bachchan 's Blog
Thursday, June 12, 2008
nostalgia
nostalgia prevails when i am supposed to be working! what timings!
came across few blogs and where one particular blogger was remembering her old times..and made me also think about my old lost memories tucked away somewhere..
i remembered one such incident where me, my sister and my two cousins wanted to do something adventurous.. (adventure then meant climbing gates and walls and jumping!) ..that was class 5..or perhaps 6..i vividly remember wearing my light pink shoes, that i simply loved...and all four of us climbing away to glory on the neighbour's wall to jump to the backside of the neighbour's house, which was nothing but a dumping ground or rather a junk yard..and our hidden 'adventures' to find a hidden treasure there (which was more often than not a rare coloured stone! ).. anyways back to that day...i remember coming back from the junkyard still on the wall trying hard not to step on the pieces of glass on stuck deliberately on the wall to ward off trespassers (read us!).. when i hear my aunt and uncle coming..we all panicked at the thought of being caught standing on neighbor's wall, that we rushed and amidst this a glass piece passed through my pretty pink shoe and pierced my foot..
anyone would have fainted at the sight of blood gushing out, but me..oh never! i was NOT a cry baby...very calmly (and i still wonder how on earth!) i managed to pull put that piece, jump from the wall, with my blood drops following me, and ran to the nearest washroom to wash my feet...without a single tear i managed to survive a bloody incident and happily resumed our activities!
came across few blogs and where one particular blogger was remembering her old times..and made me also think about my old lost memories tucked away somewhere..
i remembered one such incident where me, my sister and my two cousins wanted to do something adventurous.. (adventure then meant climbing gates and walls and jumping!) ..that was class 5..or perhaps 6..i vividly remember wearing my light pink shoes, that i simply loved...and all four of us climbing away to glory on the neighbour's wall to jump to the backside of the neighbour's house, which was nothing but a dumping ground or rather a junk yard..and our hidden 'adventures' to find a hidden treasure there (which was more often than not a rare coloured stone! ).. anyways back to that day...i remember coming back from the junkyard still on the wall trying hard not to step on the pieces of glass on stuck deliberately on the wall to ward off trespassers (read us!).. when i hear my aunt and uncle coming..we all panicked at the thought of being caught standing on neighbor's wall, that we rushed and amidst this a glass piece passed through my pretty pink shoe and pierced my foot..
anyone would have fainted at the sight of blood gushing out, but me..oh never! i was NOT a cry baby...very calmly (and i still wonder how on earth!) i managed to pull put that piece, jump from the wall, with my blood drops following me, and ran to the nearest washroom to wash my feet...without a single tear i managed to survive a bloody incident and happily resumed our activities!
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
thank god!
I don't remember the last time i thanked Allah for making me the person i am, for giving me such a loving family and such amazing friends..
Busy with the other 'less important' things we tend to forget the being that created us and gave us the life we are leading...
Today i saw something which made me realise how lucky i am, to be born with perfect hands, eyes, feet...the list is endless...
Today while going to the parking lot of Saket's posh mall, i saw two swanky cars on the entrance, one Mercedes and the other one BMW..curiosity drew me to stare at those amazing machines when my eyes fell upon a young good looking boy, probably in his early twenties or perhaps late teens, sitting on a wheel-chair right in front of the Mercedes. One lady way brushing his hair and another man was smiling and talking to him. I was looking at his feet trying to figure out what was wrong when i suddenly saw another wheel chair nearing the Mercedes, and a young pretty girl about the same age sitting on the back seat of the car, with her feet outside, and her mother (probably), trying to make her stand and sit on the chair...
I was shocked, how can God be so cruel, to give such a terrible disease to someone so beautiful... i realised that even though they may be having all the money in the world, they were still deprived of something that we all take for granted...our feet...
And just when i was recovering from the shock, i saw two good looking boys, most probably members of the same family, in their late twenties and one of the boys also couldn't walk properly. Even though he did not need a wheel chair still his walk was of the kinds that people turned and stared at him..
i was very disturbed and i still am very disturbed...we do not realise and thank Allah for the things he has given us, instead we crib for what we do not have, a better brain, a better figure, a better face and so on... our demands and wishes are endless..
I thank Allah for bestowing upon me His blessings and a good fortune. And i hope and pray that He forfiges me for all the sins i have committed and hope He makes me a stronger person...
Busy with the other 'less important' things we tend to forget the being that created us and gave us the life we are leading...
Today i saw something which made me realise how lucky i am, to be born with perfect hands, eyes, feet...the list is endless...
Today while going to the parking lot of Saket's posh mall, i saw two swanky cars on the entrance, one Mercedes and the other one BMW..curiosity drew me to stare at those amazing machines when my eyes fell upon a young good looking boy, probably in his early twenties or perhaps late teens, sitting on a wheel-chair right in front of the Mercedes. One lady way brushing his hair and another man was smiling and talking to him. I was looking at his feet trying to figure out what was wrong when i suddenly saw another wheel chair nearing the Mercedes, and a young pretty girl about the same age sitting on the back seat of the car, with her feet outside, and her mother (probably), trying to make her stand and sit on the chair...
I was shocked, how can God be so cruel, to give such a terrible disease to someone so beautiful... i realised that even though they may be having all the money in the world, they were still deprived of something that we all take for granted...our feet...
And just when i was recovering from the shock, i saw two good looking boys, most probably members of the same family, in their late twenties and one of the boys also couldn't walk properly. Even though he did not need a wheel chair still his walk was of the kinds that people turned and stared at him..
i was very disturbed and i still am very disturbed...we do not realise and thank Allah for the things he has given us, instead we crib for what we do not have, a better brain, a better figure, a better face and so on... our demands and wishes are endless..
I thank Allah for bestowing upon me His blessings and a good fortune. And i hope and pray that He forfiges me for all the sins i have committed and hope He makes me a stronger person...
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
ufffff.................
what the hell is happening to this world...
neeraj bhaiya killed...rather chopped into pieces....ufffff.........
i am just too upset..everyday EVERY GOD DAMN DAY I have to hear such a news....first sanchit's murder, then aarushi's and now this....
poor poor parents...
how can people be so cruel how can they do this.......
what is this world coming to?
what kind of an atmosphere my children will grow up in....
i am not liking this AT ALL...
may his soul rest in peace
neeraj bhaiya killed...rather chopped into pieces....ufffff.........
i am just too upset..everyday EVERY GOD DAMN DAY I have to hear such a news....first sanchit's murder, then aarushi's and now this....
poor poor parents...
how can people be so cruel how can they do this.......
what is this world coming to?
what kind of an atmosphere my children will grow up in....
i am not liking this AT ALL...
may his soul rest in peace
Sunday, May 18, 2008
Life is so unpredictable, you sleep one night without knowing whether you will see the next day or the next minute for that matter.
Two very shocking incident happened in the past week. One was the murder of a young 18 year old by some people he knew, and one which has really shook me from inside is the murder of 14 year old Arushi. Yes, it did make a difference to me because I had seen her some time back, she’s my dentist’s daughter. I guess I first saw her around 10 years back, she was probably a toddler then, I don’t even remember, but I do remember her from the last visit..
Everyone thinks that something this bad couldn’t ever happen to us or our family or our friends.. But then its happening right in front of our eyes… its actually unbelievable.. I just do not understand how can someone be so mentally sick so as to kill a young innocent girl…
I have to do something…not just sit and witness these events…read about a young girl being raped, read about an infant being raped by her own father… appalling, atrocious and JUST PLAIN DISGUSTING ... I think such people should be hanged till they rot..
I mean just the thought of a mother seeing the dead body of her son or daughter with whom she nurtured so many dreams, shared so many thoughts, precious moments and more importantly who actually came out of her…is just so scary… so unimaginable…
Is this why a mother gives birth to her child? To see her getting raped, to see his dead body… to see all her hopes and dreams of seeing her child get married, become a father or a mother just disappear with the child’s ashes..
Why do people do this…why cant they be happy and let others LIVE
Two very shocking incident happened in the past week. One was the murder of a young 18 year old by some people he knew, and one which has really shook me from inside is the murder of 14 year old Arushi. Yes, it did make a difference to me because I had seen her some time back, she’s my dentist’s daughter. I guess I first saw her around 10 years back, she was probably a toddler then, I don’t even remember, but I do remember her from the last visit..
Everyone thinks that something this bad couldn’t ever happen to us or our family or our friends.. But then its happening right in front of our eyes… its actually unbelievable.. I just do not understand how can someone be so mentally sick so as to kill a young innocent girl…
I have to do something…not just sit and witness these events…read about a young girl being raped, read about an infant being raped by her own father… appalling, atrocious and JUST PLAIN DISGUSTING ... I think such people should be hanged till they rot..
I mean just the thought of a mother seeing the dead body of her son or daughter with whom she nurtured so many dreams, shared so many thoughts, precious moments and more importantly who actually came out of her…is just so scary… so unimaginable…
Is this why a mother gives birth to her child? To see her getting raped, to see his dead body… to see all her hopes and dreams of seeing her child get married, become a father or a mother just disappear with the child’s ashes..
Why do people do this…why cant they be happy and let others LIVE
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