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Everyone writes. From the ink of their thoughts, by the pen of their mind on the page of their face. Everyone writes.I love to write. It is a passion; a compulsion; something that gives me an avenue to express myself. I write when I am happy; when I am sad or when an issue touches my heart. I find inspiration to write in every aspect of life.
This blog is dedicated to anything and everything that fills my thoughts and occupies cranial space

Monday, December 16, 2013

Maa

A poem for all those who are living far away from their parents......


O my dear "MAA"!!!!!!
When I was a child,
I never used to let you go away from me,
Now I am far away from you,
But I always keep,
Your small smiling photo with me,
That gives me power,
That gives me happiness,
That makes me feel that,
You are always with me,
In the form of your ultimate blessings.

When I was a child,
I have remembered that,
You forced me to go to school,
And I became angry to you,
Not because of you were admitting me in the school,
But because I never wanted to go away from you,
And today my badluck is that,
I am away....far away from you.

When I feel ignored,
I miss you,
Because you never ignore me,
You feel all my problems always,
You always try to solve that,
And on the behalf of that,
You want nothing,
And you always pray for me.

Your loving memories always,
Make me feel relaxed,
Your that smile,
Always makes me happy,
Your sharing of all eatables with me,
While keeping yourself hungry,
I will never forget,
Your all that devotion to me,
I will never forget.

Whenever I go away from you,
For a long time,
When I was coming for the college,
I have seen tears in your eyes,
And I know every tears asking,
To come soon,
To be a good person,
And praying to god,
To give me all happiness.

I promise to you my lovely "MAA" that
I loved you,
I love you,
And I will always love you "MAA"......forever.....forever..&..forever.....

Thursday, December 05, 2013

Into Social Networking, and cyber oblivion

While sitting on the breakfast table with his family, Rajiv constantly kept updating his Facebook news feed on his cell phone. With each bite, he scrolled down the screen. He cherished this little virtual corner of his, away from his family members who sat right across the table, observing his drift into cyber oblivion.
Some of the posts made him smile, others transported him into deep thoughts. Throughout this period, he paid no attention to what was going on around him or what his parents were talking about.
This had become a routine for him.


He just didn’t feel like listening to what his family had to say. He already had so much going on in his virtual life that taking out time for their real life issues seemed uninteresting and, frankly, a waste of time. He could use the same time to update multiple statuses and follow his favourite band; a more constructive use of his time.
Once done with breakfast, he stepped out of the house and was on his way. As always, he forgot to say bye to his family. They had accepted the fact that their son is now a Facebook junkie, but they had no idea how to rehabilitate his addiction.
He was driving to office when his mobile phone beeped. It was a notification alert. He wanted to see what it was about, so he started rummaging through his pocket for it and finally found it. He would just take a quick glance. In the few seconds of his attention being diverted to his phone, he did not notice the huge truck coming his way.
The horns of the truck started blaring angrily. Yet, Rajiv, so deeply engrossed in his reading the notification, completely tuned out the desperate attempts of the horn indicating trouble. Before he could look back up, the truck rammed straight into his car, a loud explosion erupted from the collision and then there was complete darkness. The last thing he remembered seeing was the tiny red signal on a blue backdrop tab on his cell phone.
What seemed like only seconds later he jolted into consciousness. There were strange people all around him. Squinting through blood-crusted eye lashes he tried to see if he recognised someone. He couldn’t recognise anybody. He tried instead to listen out for familiar voices, but the people around him were talking in jargons. Someone yelled out but the voice faded and he drooped back into unconsciousness, all he heard was ‘something blood…’.
The loud voice of some man jerked him back to reality barking about some heart that needed to be stabilised while someone else turned a machine on right beside his head. The high pitch sound like a beeper gone flat filtered through his brain. ‘Someone turn that thing off’, he thought annoyed. During all the commotion around him he realised that he had never responded to his friend.
‘Where is my phone?’ he thought, dazed. ‘I have to respond to my friend.’
A second later, he felt an enormous ache burst through in his body and the sheer pain caused him to faint. A few minutes later, he opened his eyes to see what was going on around him, but the light above his head was too strong.
He started understanding where he was.
This wasn’t home.
This wasn’t university.
And then the pain subsided…
Images of him sitting with his family, watching a movie, flashed by his eyes. His father was giving him driving tips, while he played Ludo with his siblings. He saw himself arguing with his brother, eating ice cream, pouring his heart out to his mother, going for outings and having tons of fun. The feel of rain on his skin and the brightening up his life again…
This time when he opened his eyes he saw his family. They had their back towards him and were gathered around someone else’s bed. He was so relieved to see them. He hadn’t realised how much he missed them until just now. All he wanted to do was throw his arms around them and feel the security of his family wrap itself around him.
But his mother didn’t seem happy at all. She was sobbing uncontrollably and his father seemed to have gone numb.
He moved towards them to nudge them and let them know that everything was going to be okay. But they didn’t budge. They stood there, ignoring his presence completely, crying.
‘Why are they crying?’ he thought, ‘I am right here!’
‘GUYS! I AM RIGHT HERE!’ he yelled out, but they didn’t seem to hear him.
He started to panic and decided to call out to his mother instead.
‘Ma will be able to hear me’, he thought, ‘Ma will be able to tell me that everything is alright.’
But Ma couldn’t hear him. Ma couldn’t feel him or see him or hold him or hug him.
Nobody could.
He was no longer a part of their world anymore. He was in another world altogether, all alone.
“Why aren’t you listening to me Ma? Why are you ignoring me? I understand that it was my mistake. I shouldn’t have stopped spending time with you. Please forgive me! Just give me another chance so that I can set things right! I understand now that nothing can substitute the love and support of a family.”
But it was a vain attempt.
A strong illumination descended upon him and he was told by a strong voice that his time in this world had now ended.
He cried and pleaded for more time.
Just another minute, a few seconds only; he wanted to tell his family that he loved them with all his heart. He wanted to let them know that he was sorry and that he missed them already.
But it was too late now.
The most needed message
If we observe our lives today, we have become busier with our virtual lives than those we live in reality. We have forgotten that life is not just about social networking – there is more to it.
Though you have thousands of virtual friends on Facebook, when your time of need arrives, only your beloved ones turn up. So why do you prioritise these virtual relations over your real ones?
I feel that we are being trapped in a cage of social networks, with fewer of us communicating with each other face-to-face. With each passing day, the bars around the cage are steadily closing in with every new social media forum online.
For many of us, it is impossible to visualise life without social networking. We should keep in mind that there were people who lived without this technology before us and they managed to have friends, live an amazing life and live through their experiences in reality.
We need to live, not just exist.
We need to make sure that when our time comes to an end, we do not regret the way we have spent it so far.
We must understand that we have very limited time with our beloved ones.
Today, have dinner with your family, meet your friends, show gratitude and love your life.
And the next time you log onto Facebook, make sure it is after you have spent time with your family.


Monday, December 02, 2013

So far but still under the same sky...

I am sitting here thinking of what I want to say,
But it just won’t come out so I found another way.

Though I am writing out my thoughts, but you’ll never really know,
Everything you meant to me, that I couldn’t really show.

In all the ways you have changed my life, I can’t ever tell,
Upon me, it look like, you have cast a magic spell.

The way you calm my angry moods,
You show me love when I am blue.

For all those gruesome times in which you assist me,
For all the confidence and optimism you pour in me.

I can never express enough gratitude,
For helping me reach sky-high altitudes.

The moments that I spent with you can no longer come back,
All those golden memories are more then just a memorable pack.

You being far apart, I don’t know what to do.
Whats life without you? No one can replace you.

I still remember our last little fight,
I simply love the flashes of that night.

If only you could’ve known how important you are to me,
I love our very special bond; together we are meant to be.

I miss you badly now, when you’re not in my front,
Who shall I say 'I Love You' to? Just thinking makes my tummy curl.

I am sitting here thinking of what I want to say,
To make it very simple, I don’t want you to slip away.

From the deepest corner of my heart, I request from you just one last thing,
Ah, be with me always, I miss you…
I miss you…

So far away but still under the same sky....... :)

Friday, November 29, 2013

Somewhere that child still exists

Remember the enthusiasm for sliding on the biggest slide in the garden, the fights we had with our best friends just so that we could seize the most colorful swing in the garden?... being a child was the most wonderful phase one could ever  go through. Na├»ve, innocent and oblivious to the atrocities of the world, where one used to not think or care a damn about anything. Problems didn't even exist then! Such endearing little toddlers we were back then.  Growing up is not a bad thing but at times my heart yearns to go back to my childhood days, where I was dependant on everyone around me, where everything was at my beck and call and where I didn't have to think of my future. Things were so much simpler and less complicated at that time. That were the days when you just close your eyes and sleep in the seconds. I remember when going to bed at 9, was late. When getting "homework" was having to read. When saying "well my mum..." was cool. When maths was "whats 4+5?" and enlgish was "how do you spell this?" I remember when I was little, some of the best times of my life!


And now, when I'm almost 23 years; When my works aren't done on time or when I hurt myself, I feel like crying. I know crying won't help me but then it's just that feeling of letting go of something. I feel like dancing when my favorite song is played, without caring about the people around me. Cartoons I feel, are the most stress relieving things I have come across. Though this generations' cartoons suck( no offence to the ‘Ben ten"  or "tron" fans), cartoons like ‘courage the cowardly dog' or ‘jetsons' or ‘swat cats' or the ‘scooby dooby doo'  or ‘dexter' or 'tom and jerry' still bring a smile on my face. When I was a kid, I watched cartoons because I liked them, and now I watch them because they make me smile even if that is just for an hour or so. When I'm bored I feel like painting, painting with crayons like how I used to do when I was a kid. Thinking which shade of color would go with the other one. Though these things now don't make that much of sense, when you actually try it you get a feeling of being a child once again. there is nothing wrong in feeling like a child again as its said "grow mature but don't kill the child within you"

Small things still make me happy, I still love counting the stars (if there are any that is…) or when I see kids playing with balloons (no pun intended) I feel like buying one.  I feel like swinging on those swings, going on the merry go , doing bungee jumping or doing those little things which take me back to being a kid again. Done and said about all this, I feel that that phase of my childhood has not gotten over. It's just hiding somewhere inside and appears whenever I'm stressed out or sad. That little child in me still exists even though I may have grown up. It's like the phase which will never get over. And trust me, every one of us have that little child in us...


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Tuesday, November 19, 2013

One Lakh Hits

Yes, Some Solved riddles reaches its Golden Mark, 1 Lakh Hits over this weekend. Err, hard to believe and totally insignificant too, but now I can boast of being a Lakhpathi. :) 1,00,000 hits and counting.The blog completes a lakh hits, with a total of 138 articles that I’ve written for my blog till date.


All this is because of My Wonderful Readers, Fellow Bloggers and viewers support, only you could make this and I extend my heartfelt Thanks to All My Readers and Friends. And I hope you will continue this support and encouragement in future also.

Thank you all for reading!

Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Do Facebook friendships mean anything at all?

OK, let’s accept it. We are all addicted to social networking sites, especially Facebook, in one way or another.


Social networking has not only altered the way we live, it has also changed our relationships and interactions with each other. Twitter, Facebook, LinkedIn, MySpace and many other social networking sites are the projectors of our self image and define our relationships.
The pages we ‘like’, the groups we join, our activities and interests, the thoughts we choose to share on Facebook – all work to make us a part of a subculture that is still in its infancy, but has widespread effects, and is slowly bringing down the barriers of distance and language.
A new social system
Facebook, in the past few years, has changed the concept of human relationships. Friendship is no longer confined to face-to-face interaction, but is now rooted in the ‘friends list’ of the other person. A simple click on the ‘unfriend’ option can cut ties between childhood friends. The more people in your friends list, the more popular you are perceived to be.
I wonder if being in someone’s friends list is enough to be called a friend or a non-digital environment where one can freely express emotions (without the assistance of emoticons) is still important to cultivate a healthy relationship between two people?
Even in friends, we have the liberty to compartmentalize people into different categories or circles, based on our closeness and level of formality with them. We have ‘family’, ‘best friends’, ‘not-so-close friends’, ‘relatives’ and‘work colleagues’ lists.
Double personalities
It is no longer a shame that most of us live a dual life all thanks to Facebook, which allow us to share our online life with specific friends and limit others to our off line life only. If due to cultural or proximity barriers, you cannot physically ‘poke a friend’, you can still do so in the world of Facebook and this subtle cue is somehow less offending in the virtual world.
Meeting new people
Some friendships also evolve based on your interaction with the other person on Facebook only. Even if you have never met a person in your life before, but since a friend of yours suggested you become friends with him, you add him and start talking and when you get a chance to meet this digital friend of yours in person, you both have already developed enough of a comfort zone to look over all the pleasantries.
Facebook has brought people together and has given new meaning to ‘connection’ and ‘networking’, it has also given hype to our fake digital personalities. As the saying goes:
“No one is as ugly as their Voter id card pic, or as good looking as their Facebook profile picture.”
Just as an artist carefully paints a portrait before putting it on display to the general public, similarly we brush, trim, update and retouch our online images and persona to find love and friendship. We constantly seek validation from the online community.
Social media may be giving rise to the new taxonomy of friendship, but for thousands like me, just by being on someone’s Facebook with a striking profile picture, is not enough to foster real relationships that will strengthen the bond between two people. I think online buddies can never replace our flesh and blood pals. The true meaning of friendship and true essence of human relations can never get deeper just by scribbling a few lines on each other’s walls once in a blue moon or by liking the same pages.
Real intimacy, the feeling of being touched, heard and seen by someone in reality is more  than just satisfying your competitive spirit by increasing the number of people in your friend list.

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Sunday, October 27, 2013

Are we missing something??

Do you love rain?
As long as I can remember, I have always loved the rain. Everything about it - from the fragrance of the air before it to the sound of the rain as it smatters against the windows.

When I was a boy and it would begin to rain we would run outside in our lane and just stand there. Our arms outstretched absorbing the water like we were sponges. We would run to a small thela wala who wheeled his mouth-watering kulchas through our streets to sample his wares.
Even when I was a teenager we revelled in the thunderstorms that graced my hometown. We did not have cars so we would take our bikes out and cycle as far as we could go in the rain. Once we even reached the nearby dam! I still remember standing there before the awe inspiring sight of the waves crashing as sheets of water cascaded from the heavens.
So what you may ask? This monsoon season I decided to take a walk and I met the same thelawalla, Ravi who is a shadow of what he was when I was young. He has a beard now. He told me no kids ever come to his thela from our street now and that he was forced to go to schools at for business. This got me thinking.
Every time it rains I see  people rushing home, running helter skelter to avoid traffic jams and complaining. From tv to radio to social media sites, the curses pour forth at electricity breakages. Oddly, back in the day there were traffic jams too, there would be no electricity for days, signals could go down and there were no flyovers. The city would come to a standstill but everyone would enjoy the break not complain about it. So why have we all become so negative? Does our pace of life now not tolerate any intrusions? Why is everyone in such a hurry in this city anyway - where are we all trying to go?
I remember once a couple of friends and I were going for a haircut when it began to rain. It was so bad that we were stuck on that shop for 8 hours. Our bike stopped but we didn’t go nuts. We couldn’t call anyone for help on our cellphones because back then we didn’t even have cell phones! We just parked the bike to the side of the road and walked home with a skip in our step and dancing to whatever rhythm life threw at us in the form of waves of water from passing cars or anything else that came our way.
Maybe its because the media has become so strong that the news of impending disaster reaches us too fast. Plus it is presented in such a way that would give the most carefree of souls the jitters. Or perhaps its because due to social media everyone has a voice now, and they do not realise the power or the impact it can have on people reading them, so paranoia spreads faster. Please note, if you are on Facebook in the rain instead of at a pakora stand you are missing out..really. Maybe your status should then say “I cannot spare a moment to live.”

I think we should all take time out from this over reported over saturated lifestyle of ours and for one moment stop to look at the trees as they bathe in the rain, see how the sun shines through the clouds and enjoy the beauty of nature in all its glory. Even if there is a storm coming, lets revel in this precious calm. After all what is life if not its smallest pleasures?

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Sunday, September 15, 2013

Justice Served

Damini would rest in peace now. And I am not happy for her alone. But for many others too who faced the same end. Finally the fumes used by criminals and politicians alike to ignite our patience have turned into flames.

I wish that any further appeal to High Court or Supreme Court is rejected on all grounds buts that not possible I know. I wish there is no provision for mercy petition to The President in this particular matter but even thats not possible I know.


The so called leaders and the pillars of the judicial system have realized at last that if the people continue to be tested & feel agitated this way, then they won't be able to stand ground any longer. This decision , taken under any political pressure or otherwise , has proven that no matter how bad the shape of our democracy is, we still rule.

Will this decision be a deterrent to injustice against women ?

Will it call for a change in the order of our patriarchal society?

Honestly speaking , I don't know. But here's hope to the rise of a new era and a new country where women are respected. This is not just exemplary justice , or a mere exhibition. This is an inkling into what the power of people is capable of. The legislation has to bend to our will & deliver now.


But at the same time there are still many people blaming the girl section of the society only. a recent example of this is the Delhi gangrape and murder case defense lawyer's views about the victim, "Why don't people first control their daughters? I'd burn my daughter alive if she was having pre-marital sex,roaming around with her boyfriend at night" 
I'm not sure how safe is his daughter in his home.

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Sunday, August 25, 2013

Sweet dreams Handsome


                                    Not the least hard thing to bear when they go from us,
                                   these quiet friends, is that they carry away with them so
                                                       many years of our own lives

Day before yesterday I lost my best friend. Ten years ago you came to my life and brought me happiness every day since. Selfishly I wanted to keep you around forever but I know you've been in pain and you had to go.

We all miss you so much Bruzo and we cannot believe you're gone. You were the best dog in the world and I feel sad that I didn't tell you this every day. You will always have a huge piece of my heart with you, I will never stop loving you & I will think about you everyday till we meet again my friend.

Yes, you drove us nuts by stealing the fruits and doing all your naughty things but now I wish I had let you and not moaned at you. You loved walking and even at the age of ten, you ran about like a puppy. Your mad frenzy bursts of one minute running around in circles before sitting always made us laugh!

Everyone that knew you thought you were great and you really were. We had you from a puppy and can't believe you passed so suddenly I really wish that I had been with you and it upsets me so much to think you were scared or in pain. I always thought you would live a long time and I would be with you when you passed and I'm so sorry that I wasn't.


I can't believe you won't be with us from now and it's going to be so strange without you.
We love you so much Bruzo and will always miss you and will never ever forgot you. I hope you're at peace.

I lost a treasured friend day before yesterday,
The little dog who used to lay
Her gentle head upon my knee
And share his silent thoughts with me.
He'll come no longer to my call,
Retrieve no more his favorite ball
A voice far greater than my own
Has called him to His golden throne.
And though my eyes are filled with tears,
I thank Him for the happy years
He let his spend down here with me,
And for his love and loyalty.

Thursday, July 04, 2013

Don't Tell Me

Don't tell me
You don't skip a heartbeat
Every time you see my name.

Don't tell me
You don't open the page I like
And you don't like the same.

Don't tell me
You don't keep a vigil
On my posts day to day.

Don't tell me
On every post
You don't have alot to say.

Don't tell me
I am just a name
In the friend
list of yours.

Don't tell me
I am not the
Most visited one ,of course.

Don't tell me
You don't love to see
Most recent pics of mine.

Don't tell me
You don't peep in my eyes
To check, if I am fine.

Don't tell me
My timeline
Is just a waste of time.

Don't tell me
My timeline
Is just mine.....

Friday, June 21, 2013

Is There Really A God?



First of all, very sorry to all those who waited for my posts.( Though I know there is only one such person.)
Now I don’t know what I am going to write, but a thing constantly suffers me,  Is there really a God? Is there really any supernatural power beyond our human existence? This question constantly suffers me a lot.
The one side of me says that really there is something named God. The other side says no there is no God, its just a conception people have made to be afraid of. These two sides of mine namely Side A and B  have  spent 22  years (ahnn 23 now next month) fighting with each other and not reaching on any definite point giving birth to a new side known as side C i.e. me.
Side C is confused whether there is something called God or not. Side C has written many letters to God, but not knowing the address of God, all those letters went to a river or are burned, leaving all the questions unanswered.
I many times ask myself that if there is no God, then why there are so many Temples, Gurudwaras, Churches and Mosques all over the world. All people going to these places regularly can’t be fool.
And if there is no God, then why bad things happen to good people? Where is his Justice? Why some people spend their whole lives waiting for a “KARMA” like thing to happen and solve all their problems and eventually die waiting. Why God takes someone’s mother’s life on the day of her birthday at 4.30 in the morning and since that day she wakes up at 4.30 a.m. every day. The shock wakes her up everyday even now.
If really there is God, then he can’t have so bad sense of humor. Its said read Bhagwat Geeta because it contains all the answers to the questions of the man. I even read that, but in the modern day world it is impossible for any man to do all the acts mentioned there like for his whole life, leaving all my questions still unanswered.
I know that all the questions in life can’t be answered, and if they are answered, life will loose its existence and meaning, but still a time comes in life when all these assumptions that all the questions can’t be answered becomes blurred and the thrust for answers increases leaving Side C again in a state where still he don’t have any strong points either to support Side A or B.
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Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Who am I..??


Sometime's being numb.. depicts alot! You know you can't speak.. you can't handle it well, but.. still you continue to stay silent but sometime's it breaks _ and you don't have any answer )
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Define me.. or bury me
but let me know,
Who am I..??

May be.. I am lost or just set numb..
but nothing defines me,
just a question on mind ?
Who am I..??

A wish to see everyone happy..
exactly like two different souls in a body!
One defines: smile of others..
The other 'inside' just goes ''numb''
I ask my soul at time's
Who am I..??

The time when looked into mirror ,
the 'Past' & 'Present' were like two roads not taken..
tried to follow the present..
But,
past never allowed the way!
I tried to find what's along that other side..
But, the 'path key' asked the same..
Who am I..??

Don't pamper me.. It won't get me back..
Don't follow me.. It may not be worth that !!
What are you looking for ??
When person himself is in a search..
of.. " WHO AM I..??"

Define me.. or bury me
but let me know,
Who am I..??

Friday, March 29, 2013

Crisis Of faith


The definition of God to most people is: An all knowing, all powerful, all good, perfect being. If this is all true, why does God allows evil and suffering to exist?

I've heard the "Mans Free Will" the "Obstacle Course" and the “Karma Theory” theories and briefly explained what they are and you'll see that neither hold much water. Does anyone have any other theories?
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"MANS FREE WILL THEORY"

One explanation I've heard is "God gave man free will". The problem with that is not all of the suffering in the world comes from the exercise of human will. Disease, natural disasters, accidents, genetic deformities. These things all cause pain and suffering, and no human being had any role in creating them. So why does God (all knowing, powerful and good), allow these things to happen?
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THE OBSTACLE COURSE THEORY

The second explanation I've been given as to why God inflicts and allows evil and suffering is that God is testing us. Testing us to improve our moral character, the evil and suffering are part of an obstacle course we need to overcome. Here is a quick real life example of the "obstacle course" theory.

A man attacks a two year old girl with a baseball bat, causing the girl horrific pain and maiming her for life. When asked why he attacked the child he said "I wanted to test the parents, so the can grow and improve their moral character".

What's your opinion of this man and his actions? Is the parents character improvement make the girls suffering acceptable? Is he a good or evil man?

2> God allows an innocent two year old girl to contract a horrible and painful disease, for the purpose of testing her parents. To give them an obstacle to overcome.

Now ask yourself those three questions again.a two year old girl to contract a horrible and painful disease, for the purpose of testing her parents. To give them an obstacle to overcome.
Now ask yourself those three questions again.
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THE KARMA THEORY
Men should continue to do their duties without thinking about the fruits of it. Modern men like you and me will immediately ask the question then, "it is the desire to achieve a goal that makes us persue our duty. If the aim itself is lost, why will anyone even persue his duty?" Logical, and why us? Even Arjun had the same thoughts as these when Lord Krishna advised him about this.
Man is selfish. And why not. It is the inherent characteristic of every mortal in this world. So a man by virtue of his unique identity in this world must be selfish. Selfishness is born out of the survival instinct that every mortal in this world is born with. It is further born out of man's constant desire of satisfying his senses.
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Does anyone have any theories or explanations on why an all knowing, all powerful, all good God, allows evil and suffering to happen?

I mean I'm asking you why the God WE believe in, love and devote our life to seems to be indifferent to the suffering OF the children he created. That he apparently loves so much. If we believe surely we ask ourselves these things. Disappointed in the effort.
And just to clear it up I am asking all this because I am having a crisis of faith due to some things going around me from the last few months





Sunday, March 10, 2013

You Are Blessed


“The hardest arithmetic to master is that which enables us to count our blessings.”–Eric Hoffer
I count myself to be very blessed!  I am just so very thankful for what I have, and it isn't really all that much if you were to measure it in wealth or in possessions.  It would be near impossible to describe to you the joy that I feel to have a wonderful family.
Recently time has been a bit tight for me to fit in all that I would think necessary to do and so I have felt a bit troubled and despondent of the fact that I have not had the time to do all that I deem necessary. This evening I stopped and was thinking about this and I came to the conclusion that it is a huge waste of energy to get all down about such a trivial thing and I started to count my blessings!
For one I have a great family, another is that I have amazing friends who have always been there for me.  And then I have you!  Yes, you who have taken the time to stop by and read this post.  You have no idea how much you mean to me and anyone else that you may have blessed by visiting them even for just a moment!  You mean so much to so very many people who you have no idea at all how important you are.  Yes you, so stop looking around trying to figure out who you are..it’s you!
I am blessed because of you!  So allow me to express my appreciation to you for just being you! Thank you!


Friday, March 08, 2013

Let’s accept IT


    A new day comes in,
    Be it sunny or rainy
    We take it as it is,
    Without asking WHY

    We move from place to place,
    Make new friends,
    Lose the old ones
    Take on new responsibilities,
    Tasks and ROLES

    We go to college from school
    Learn the new realities
    Either we can remorse
    Or take them as a LESSON

    We often feel bold,
    Once we have done it all,
    Yet still scared of STARTING

    We smile, laugh, and often cry,
    We sing, jump, dance
    And sometimes SCREAM

    We eat, drink,
    sleep and wake up
    Ready to celebrate another DAY

    We feel lonely,
    we fall in love,
    We feel smart,
    we fall in TRAPS

    This is our life,
    Change is part of it.
    Let’s accept IT.

Friday, March 01, 2013

A Walk to Remember


I take my wallet
I pick up my soul
I wear my walking shoes
I decide to take a stroll
I walk ahead
And take the right turn
I walk on da dirty streets
The big bungalows make me burn
With envy and greed
To want more and more
As if I could own an ocean
And never return to the shore
I take the next turn
I see the busy market
Vendors in the mood
To sell out all the packets
I see the kids playing
Riding their favourite bikes
And housewives dressed to impress
But talking about price hikes
I smile and walk some more
Locate some places of worship
Wonder if I should pay my respects
Or make a quick exit.
I walk some more
And hear some wedding bells
Turn the other way round
To avoid an encounter with hell.
I see the sun setting down
Behind the biggest hill
I wish I could walk some more
Or better, never to go against my will
To walk away from this world
To run away while I can
Before they turn to me
To change me from who I am!

Saturday, February 23, 2013

Answer Me God


I wonder why “life” is a web of complicated roads, when everyone has a common start and the common end. Why we are supposed to go through different ways. I don’t know what God had in his mind while engineering human but as far as I know everyone meant to be live together like friends in brotherhood. So they are supposed to walk along on the way to death after they are born. But why they get different lives to live. When they can accompany each other like friends and make each other's life simple. Simple to live and simple to die. A life full of simplicity.
Anyways, God gave us what we were supposed to get. We are not one of the best creatures of the God but the most complicated creatures of God because everything that happens here in this world either good or bad humans are responsible for that. I wonder where’s God, what role does he play. Is he only supposed to give life and take life. What about the rest, rest that we live. Seems like we are an entertainer to God, isn’t it? He just watch us playing our roles and the only role that he plays is to give life and then to take life. I want to scream out and ask to that God we all are your sin, then why do you have to let us live like soulless life? Why we don’t see happiness around? Why every human says they aren’t happy? Why everyone has got a pain? We spend our life just after one thing i.e., running after happiness. We say that human has got endless desire and that’s why humans can never be happy. But I want to ask that God who’s sitting somewhere in heaven, who’s responsible for making us, when he blessed us with everything then why he had to bless us with endless desire? Is it because he never wanted to see us happy? I tried finding an answer to it but the only answer I got every time is he never wanted us to be happy.


Why God? I don’t want to be an entertainer to you just take my life and show me hell. Because for now there’s no where hell than living on this earth with this life. Take away all I have, let me born again maybe then I can live a desire less life. A life without any wish.
Hope you answer my questions when I happen to meet you!
I guess we all have this question to God, isn’t it?

Saturday, February 16, 2013

Just a Boy

 I’m just a boy
 I love being called handsome, but I’ll never believe it.
 I’m not always right, but hate admitting I’m wrong.
 I’m almost always smiling, but it’s not always real.
 I can be read like an open book, but hide so much.
 I work hard at things, but don’t always get what I deserve.
 I love someone so much, but don’t have anyone who really love me as one

 I always make people happy, but never take a hand to wipe my tears
 I do try to make some difference, but things not always in my favor
 I do try to forget the bad time, but some pains always be with you till the last breath

 I don’t want to loose anyone, but time has taken the one who was very special
 If love growing, then why boys never get the one who stolen their hearts
 If boys sincerely put their hands for making eternity, so why they get most painful time always

 I’m the boy and boys are very soft hearted, no matter how strong they look
 They deserve Love and it should come into their lives
 No matter whatever they are………..
 They never ask who you are
 Boys believe in love and they do whatever they can
 I’m the boy and I want a hand in hand to walk toward the end
 Get me out from the pain, I deserve your eternity love...

 I’m just a boy.....

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Friday, February 15, 2013

Liebster Award

Few days ago, I came across a "Liebster Award" related post and I was a bit confused and never even bothered to understand it. There are so many awesome bloggers and I feel myself a toddler out here. But when I received a comment from Renu Sethi on my recent post, where she mentioned  "You have just won Liebster award.". I was little confused and immediately visited the mentioned URL. I was so much delighted to see my name, along with my blog link, in her list of bloggers. But what was that for?


I had some idea that it would certainly be some kind of appreciation for my blog but I was totally blank. Wow!  I didn't have to google it, as Renu explained it so perfectly in her post.  I got to know that Liebster Blog Award is basically a blogger to blogger award.  The award is usually given to upcoming new and deserving bloggers. OMG! I felt so honored and was really inspired to continue blogging. I would like to give my heartiest gratitude to  Renu Sethi  for giving me my 1st Leibster Award. Continuing with the thanksgiving, wish you this coming year bestows you with profound heights to both you and your writing.

Now the most important question WHAT IS A LIEBSTER AWARD?

While accepting the award you have to:
Post 11 things about yourself
Answer 11 questions set by the nominator
Choose 11 deserving bloggers meeting the criteria
Set 11 questions for them.
Inform the nominee by commenting on one of their posts.
You are not obligated to accept the award to send it forward. This is just a way to get a word out about new blogs that your followers may not know.

11 THINGS ABOUT MYSELF-

I am a very moody type of person.
I am very foody, though doesn't appear from my appearance.
I hate to wake up early, if I have to wake up early I prefer not to sleep whole night. Morning is a time best spent sleeping.
I believe in God.
I like traveling a lot, and visiting various places.
I have my own kind of philosophy, that's why my thinking many times contradicts to those of others
I am a very straight-forward person and I like honest answers only.
I am waiting for an incident which I think will never happen in my life, but a small ray of hope is keeping my hope alive.
I am very difficult to understand, and if you try to understand me, you may fall in love in me. :P Beware
I enjoy watching thrillers and comedy.
I love to read and write.


Questions By Renu Sethi

If I gave you a million dollars, how would you spend it? 
By Going on a very long vacation with my family.

What do u like most about blogging?
I can write any Bakwas here, Whatever and whenever I want to.

If you were deserted on an isolated island and you could take a thing and a person along, what and who would it be?
Will love to go there alone and will take only a return ticket with me.

How do u think, the culprits of Delhi gang rape case should be punished?
They should be castrated in open public.

What would be the first and the last line of your biography?
First Line- About a person very difficult to understand
Last- Worth it or waste of time?

5 things that you carry almost everyday to your workplace?
Myself, Cellphone, Wallet, Pen and my Brain

One advice you would like to give to your fellow bloggers?
Be yourself and write whatever you want to write.

One person you look up to?
My Father

One city/country you really want to visit?
Goa

One song that describes you best?
Abhi mujh me (Agneepath)

Honest opinion about my blog?
Your writing style is Perfect ... it is a perfect blend of personal and interactive... you write very well and the words you use for your posts are apt and catching... they do what words do best..

And the Award Goes to-
Janhvi Pant (http://jojofeelings.wordpress.com/)
Iqbal Singh(http://iqbalsingh.blogspot.in/)
Subhrashis Adhikai( http://khonjtheeternalsearch.blogspot.in/)
Saru Singhal (http://www.sarusinghal.com/)
Roopa KM (http://voiceofavillagegirl.blogspot.in/)
Dr Sneha Rahatekar (http://sneharahatekar.blogspot.in/)
Seema (http://www.art.seema.biz/wordpress/index.php)
Sakshi Shioramwar (http://wwwbloggercom-shiva.blogspot.in/)
Viyoma (http://vyoworld.blogspot.in/)
Srishti Kush (http://beingtwentysrishti.wordpress.com/)
Nandini Deka (http://nandinispeaks.blogspot.in/)


 My questionnaire to all those whom i nominated:
1) What brought you to the blogging world?
2) Life according to your perspective?
3) Do you believe in Karma System?
4) If given a chance to go back into your past…Name one thing you would change in your life
5)A person you cant live without?
6)Most dreaded dream that you don’t want to come true?
7) A thing of past, you want to change?
8) A message for fellow bloggers?
9) Your Favorite Blog (Apart from your Own)
10) One thing That makes you Smile?
11) A few honest words about my blog?
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Friday, February 08, 2013

Fullstops

They met, they became friends, then best friends. they made a million memories...cute, naughty, happy at all...and one fine day a spark of fire set their paradise on fire... they thought they weren't being understood... they were being taken for granted...and stories that seemed unimaginable some time back actually became the focus of their relationship. They thought it was all over. They both felt the same way still! but they felt that the other didn't care. The world told them that this happens. They both thought it was over and that the other person was happy in their absence too.

Moral of the story: We all get exposed to the REAL world, which for some strange reason is BAD...they move on in life!! They make friends and part with many more!! They are now sure that the REAL world, that the more experienced talked about was indeed REAL!!
SAD END :(

If you noticed the punctuations in the paragraph above.. there were 'n' number of full stops. One of them was the final one, and that decided whether those years and years of friendship was a lesson learnt or a cherished memory!! A past or a strong bond!! We somehow are obsessed with learning lessons, aren't we??
add one sentence to the story..

"but they sorted their differences and became best friends again."
HAPPY END!!yayyy:):)

As I read on a friends Facebook status sometime back
'whether your story has a happy end or a sad end depends on where u put the FINAL full stop!!'

If you think its too late...DUDE ITS NOT OVER TILL YOU ARE OVER!!!!!!!!!!
If you are breathing...which I assume you are since you are reading this, look into your life buddy!! Look where you buried someone alive!! That person might still be suffocating and so is the part of yours that exists in them!! Because there is no real beyond the story YOU wish to believe in and carry on with!!

Had Saif Ali Khan's character believed that the final full stop been put on their friendship... Dil Chahta Hai might have been the devdas of friendship!! Stop living in pseudo-acceptance of mediocracy that suffocates you, or things that you don't want to accept. take a step, and I assure you that if you once mattered the steps from the other side will surely start walking towards you to embrace you!! You may fail but its better to be brave than dead!! Please do not let yours stories and those that the world has make you bury people alive!!
live with love:):) Hope it touched you somewhere,somehow and you decided to take a step!!:)

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