Friday, 30 May 2008

Impossible is Nothing...!!!

I recently read the following somewhere, and it has to be here...

Remember to be gentle with yourself and others. We are all children of chance, and none can say why some fields will blossom while others lay brown beneath the August sun. Care for those around you. Look past your differences. Their dreams are no less than yours, their choices in life no more easily made. And give. Give in any way you can, of whatever you possess. To give is to love. To withhold is to wither. Care less for your harvest than for how it is shared, and your life will have meaning and your heart will have peace...

Your time is limited,so don’t waste it living somebody else's life.Don’t be trapped in dogma-which is living with the result of other people’s thinking.Don’t let the noise of others opinion drown out your own inner voice.And most important,have the courage to follow your heart and intuition.They somehow already know what you truly want to become.Everything else is secondary.

Mighty difficult things to do...but IMPOSSIBLE IS NOTHING!

Wednesday, 28 May 2008

I wonder...

I wonder
What to choose
At its best
Its creature
At its best

I wonder
What to choose
A few drops of dew
In the morn
On green grass of my fervent lawn
The air conditioned rooms
With a chilled weather in june
A weather
That i can tune

I wonder
What to choose
To see birds fly
In southerly breeze
Fly like a bird
With gas breezing sneeze

I wonder
What to choose
A dewy dawn
With bird chirps
A kingdom
With sirens, gongs
And blowing horns

I wonder
What to choose
A ray of light
From the sun so bright
The microns we slave
To illuminate
Even the darkest corners
Of the grave

I wonder
What to choose
The starry skies
After the jaded twilight
A day so bright
With an endless fight
And almost no night

I wonder
What to choose
A man
With burning flames of desire
A shear ignorance to admire

I wonder
If i am to choose
If it already chose me

I wish
I could chose
Or if
I was to decide
I guess
I am here
Just to abide !!

Friday, 23 May 2008

Uncaptured Dreams

Confined in the corners of my heart,
Some dreams lie in hope.
Those were nurtured and cultured since ages,
They are the ramblings of my innocent mind.

From childhood to youth I grew,
My dreams became many from few.
They blossomed over my eyes,
My thoughts both old and new.

But now as I move towards maturity,
My innocence feels demure.
"Will my dreams ever come true?",
This insecurity creeps far and more.

Still, everyday when I wake-up,
My eyes add a new vision to my store.
On this day, with a new start,
"My Dreams will come true", I dream this even more.

Monday, 19 May 2008

Marriages ARE made in Heaven

Our first meeting was very short.
I din’t speak much. I’d better not.

Then we began meeting more.
I spoke less, but heard galore.

Though in the same office,
We met during post office hours.
The weekends were no more mine,
They were all OURS.

My parents fumed,
When they came to know.
But I was not able,
To say a firm “NO”.

Marriage seemed the only way out.
I was in no hurry, but that’s what “they” were discussing about.

Finally, one fine ‘Saturday’,
The D-Day arrived.
And now I had achieved,
For what I’d always strived.

I was happy and no more worried.
Coz my Line Manager was getting married.

So, no more staying late and working weekends.
Here, begins my Fairytale as my nightmare ends.


tanhai gham deti hai,
aisa logon se suna hai.
tanha hain hum ab tak,
gham ke baare mein ab bhi sirf suna hai.

kahaniyon mein padha hai,
ke pyaar kiya nahi ho jaata hai,
aaj-kal to samayrekha tay hai,
vilambh hua to nishaana badal jaata hai.

saathi ke khoj mein,
bhatakte hain log dar dar,
haasil karne waalon ki durdasha ko dekh,
kaanpta hoon main thar thar.

baaton mein mithas chidkein,
aur chehre par nakaab pehen lete hain.
ek doosre ko samajhna to door ki baat,
svayam apna vyaktitva bhoola dete hain.

zulfon, hothon aur nigahon mein kho kar,
saat janmon ka vaada karte hain.
punar janam aatma leti hai,
roop nahi,yah sathya magar bhool jaya karte hain.

chathri jaise rishton ka kya,
jo barsaat ke saath goom ho jaaye.
rishte hon to kalaai ke us dhaage ke samaan,
jo tootne par bhi nishaan chod jaaye.

na hum chaahe barsaat mein saath,
na humein kalaayiyon mein nishaan chahiye.
hum thaamna chaahein unka haath,
jinka saath humein umr bhar chahiye.

apni tamannaon ko bhool,
jaane tyaag mein vo kaisa sukh paayein.
ek aur mahatyaag unhe tab karna pade,
jab apne bachchon ki shaadi unke liye khabar banke aaye.

bhagode premiyon ka kya,
unhe bahaa le jaa rahi pyaar ki kashti hai.
bhugatthe to unke maata-pita hain,
jinke izzat ki uththi arthi hain

the 3 mistakes of my life

Picked up this book yesterday...but didn't get much time to read it thru...has started it though.

Hope its gud enough like the first (5 point someone) publication by Chetan Bhagat. I didn't like the second one :( though.

Friday, 16 May 2008

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Monday, 12 May 2008


As per Varun "Bhaiya's" request I had to do this...

This was a grave mistake on my part (read uthak, I did not mention the two lovely ladies..oops!!! gals that were the source of his...ahem...Jaagran!!! n not only his but many others including my Chota B!!! (I m sorry if I disappear after publishing this
The two punjabi girls were the neighbours of my chacha n the cynosure of all eyes (read...males)!!! n sorry varun I have no idea abt their names...maybe u

N thanks for those encouraging words abt my blog..FEEL GOOD FACTOR is wat I m feeling

Sunday, 11 May 2008

Happy Mother's Day

M - O - T - H - E - R
"M" is for the million things she gave me,
"O" means only that she's growing old,
"T" is for the tears she shed to save me,
"H" is for her heart of purest Gold;
"E" is for her eyes, with love-light shining,
"R" means Right, and right she'll always be,
Put them all together, they spell
A word that means the world to me.

Sunday, 4 May 2008

Delhi Book Club Meet

Today was the meet...but could not attend it :(...coz there was a jaagran yesterday n i was not in the condition to go anywhere :(

By the reviews I got from the other members..the meet went smoothly...wish I had been there.

Neverthless lets see when is the next time that we hold a meet...i m dying for the next meet to be conducted soon...



sat all day...oops...I mean to say night (3rd May) in the JAAGRAN at chacha's house in Pitampura. This was the first time that I attended a jaagran. It was sort of fun in the sense that i got to take GOD's name all nite...The bhajans n all were enjoyable n d funniest part was that it was all in

Actually, we are pake marwaris n dunno much punjaabi...but the mandli that had come for the jaagran was punjabi...(jaagrans are mainly organised by punjabis). Still enjoyed the bhajans sang by them...n to dance :)

Then had break (read...snacks) at 3 in the morning...and after taht everyone had started to lose the josh..but still had to keep ourselves moving n clapping otherwise would have had to dance once again...

In btw all bro Varun was orkuting on his cell....then the inevitable happened...he was called in to :)...n he handed his cell to me...u know wat happened then??? I logged out of his orkut n started orkuting once again the inevitable happened!!! Guess what??? Rite, I was called in to dance!!!!

One more funny thing happened during the n my Big B did Garba on punjabi was so funny..we were trying to keep in sync with the tune n the dhol wala was trying to keep in sync with our steps...that was really funny...but we did enjoy doing garba after all these years!!! varun also joined us in btw n he did well i must tell u.. after all these long years having lost touch with garba n dandia...

Oh! I forgot to mention that while we had started garba we were joined in by the elderly ladies of the house!!! Dr. Taiji, Alka Chachi n my mom were the ones to join us!!! My mom never used to do garba in quilon (kerala) at the Gujarati Marwari Samaj function but today she joined us..I m so proud of her!!!