tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31656715656776544542024-03-13T10:39:36.913-05:00Meri KalpnayainA nUtZlOs BlOkEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18364831624396966120noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165671565677654454.post-5155410968589663302010-09-14T17:23:00.007-05:002010-09-14T17:42:55.362-05:00Comments- How To Monger Them<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >If you are an upcoming blogger, you must know how jolly good you feel when a blighter comments on your nincompoopery holy piece of art. If you are not and if you are a woman, it is as good as someone presenting you with a diamond and in case you are a male it means beer free of cost.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >But the problem, my dear reader, is that most of the good blogs are sparsely or hardly commented. Rather, generally the most commented blogs should be emanating Methane, you know what I mean, don't you?</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Now let me for simplicity sake take you a mini tour of such blogs.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Here goes a blog account of a </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >AGGB (Apne Gali Ka Great Blogger)</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" >:</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Yesterday was Sunday. Even then Sun came. You must wonder because there was never any Mon, Tues, Wednes, Thurs, Fri or Satur that has come on the other days. So I felt very happy and went for shipping, no, no sorry, it's fishing. I sat there for hours together and caught what I think is a very rare species of fish. It was black in color and did not look spherical contradicting my expectations. Unfortunately it did not move after I caught it, I am now wearing it on my left feet and still waiting here for its friend to get hooked, I am really eager to wear fish on my feet.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Posted from my i-Phone.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Comments :</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >C1: Oh man, you are truly amazing; I did not understand what you wrote when I read it for first time. Only after reading after 2.5 times did I realize what a metamorphic genius your post is. You are simply awesome! I am really proud to know you! Keep them coming!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >C2: Great stuff man, I nearly wept reading your post! Seriously man, my empathies with you.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >G.B : @C1 thank you very much (wo)man, just pray that I will find the second shoe fish.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >@C2: let's meet up for coffee.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >C3: Oh wow! You went for shopping? What did you buy?</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >GB: @C3 hehehe, i like your sense of humor!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >C45: For better fishing encounters read my blog at https://xyz@#$%^&*.com</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >The list goes on........</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Now, after spending so many days envying such blogs, I have come up with an idiots guide to monger comments. The tips would be very useful to all the upcoming bloggers to get comments on their posts.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >The first tip is tele-marketing.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >A worked out example for your sake.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >(Upcoming blogger)</span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >UB</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" >: (calls up his friend) hey man! How are you? long time, no see.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >(Unsuspecting friend)</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >UF</span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" >: Oh yeah, hi, how are you Rajesh.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" > I am not Rajesh</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Yeah, tell me Rakesh.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >I am not Rakesh either.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Then why did you call me?</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Dude, you are supposed to comment on my blog..!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Oh yeah! Man your blog is ssoooooooo bor***</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Hello, I am not able to hear you</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Hallo!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Listen, looks like my signal is weak, you are getting it?</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Yeah!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Are you able to hear clearly that my signal is weak?</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Yeah! Yeah!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Then why don't you leave the comment on my blog, ok?</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Yeah!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Sure?</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Yeah!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Beep beep beep.......</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >This way you are making sure that the comment is coming.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Now look at the second way. The barter system</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Smart Friend </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >(SF)</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" >: Man I need to borrow money, you have some 20K?</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Unsuspecting Upcoming Blogger </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >(UUB)</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" >: NO man, I am out of cash!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Hey, I read your blog.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Is it?</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >It's too cool man. I liked your style. See if you can manage the money.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Oh! By jove! I am saving it for an occasion, I think, I can......</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Hey, I left a comment on your blog, did you check?</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >HEY! I think I have some cash in my locker, you can take it right away!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Things get simpler if you are a manager.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >Sub</span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" >: Boss, I need to take a few days’ leave</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Boss</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" >: How many days?</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Well 5, may be?</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >That's appalling, you can’t leave the project and go like that, I cant approve!.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Boss! I read your recent post, it is good.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Oh! Yeah?</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >My friends liked it too, they are thinking of commenting on it!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Oh? Is it? Well, how many days leave you want? 5 is it? May be we can manage, go ahead!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" > These are just samples, if you liked this I will start writing the book.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Please do not comment... ;-)</span></span></b></div>A nUtZlOs BlOkEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18364831624396966120noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165671565677654454.post-19703662891718672852010-08-10T02:34:00.004-05:002010-08-10T02:50:22.129-05:00Monsoon ...I Missed Her..!!<div style="text-align: justify;">A lot of commotion deafened me. I felt a weight on my chest. How much I tried to lift open my eyelids but felt drugged… For one last time, I jerked myself awake and forced open my eyes to see that I had dozed off last night while reading. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">But what was this endless hoof taps?? I had one quick look around the dimly lit room to find everything as it was the previous night. With sleep still hovering in my eyes, I dragged myself out of the bed wondering what could have been making such an unsoothing chorus…. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">Barefooted , I walked to the window and pulled apart the curtains that hung dark and heavy on my room. With every inch of the curtain giving way to the morning outside, my eyes grew wider and wider. With the last inch that the curtain drew, sleep seemed to have flushed out of my eyes…. I was aghast to see what I had never seen before…… The Monsoon Shower Of Noida.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;">I scuttled across the room looking for my slippers but they seemed to be fast asleep, somewhere away from my reach. The mesmerizing thought of enjoying the first spell became so obtuse that I let go off my search and ran to the terrace. Down splashed the rain across my face sending a chill, a feel of purity, innocence, freedom through every corner of my body. I stood there, all hypnotized by the aura of the beautiful morning that had settled on the city.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I let my eyes look a little distance away. The so far quiet trees swayed to the rhythm of the rains as if they too greeted the monsoons. As I edged on towards the creaking wall of the roof, I could just manage to trace out the outline of a twosome in the balcony of other side of park . I strained my eyes through the sheet of shower and there I could see that it was not only me and the trees who were enchanted by the spell but also a sweet couple, locked in each others embrace, kissing each other, welcoming the rains in their own special way, letting the rains rejuvenate their love, feeling the bloom of a new love in them. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The overcast sky, the refreshing rain,the dancing lush green trees, the loving couple…. Ah! </div><div style="text-align: justify;">How much I missed HER !!!!!</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>" I wake up in the morning , to the sound of raindrops </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>And I wonder where you'd be, And I wonder if it's raining there</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>Wherever you are , I hope you think of me, When it's raining there.... "</i></div>A nUtZlOs BlOkEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18364831624396966120noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165671565677654454.post-26996235165271776262010-08-04T14:34:00.001-05:002010-08-04T14:42:45.730-05:00When you are gone...!!<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">I loved you more than the words can say..</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">But I forgot to show it every day..</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">Now the days are gloomy, the nights are sad..</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">Where are the pleasantries I once had..</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">The lily n roses bloomed in the lawn..</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">I wonder where that serenity has gone..</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">The sky was beaming with hope and light..</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">Now the clouds of despair have obscured the sight..</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">I loved the care and tenderness you showed..</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">Now I am sulking...dejected and bored...</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">Why I have to go through all this..</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">When I was completely in bliss..</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">Why at all this happened...why you had to go...</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">I am so incomplete without you...didn't you know...</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">I thought everything was going fine...</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">But slowly the bond was losing its shine...</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">You were thinking I was getting indifferent and no longer care...</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">And I thought...my zeal to transcend - you will share...</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">You were thinking I am getting busier and don't have time for you...</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">And I thought...these tough days are just <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">afew</span>...</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">You were thinking I am not there when you need me much...</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">And I thought...you would feel the implicit touch...</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">You were thinking I always forget and get late...</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">And I thought...you would be a bit more patient and will wait...</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">You were thinking I was taking everything for granted...</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">And I thought...you'd understand what I really wanted...</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">You were thinking all your complaints are going in vain...</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">And I thought...things would be fine soon again...</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">"Two bodies, one soul" drifted further and further...</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">As if two strangers apprehensive of each other...</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">The sweet nothings gave way to sour arguments...</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">Bitter recriminations stole the cozy moments...</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">Finally...you decided to part...</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">I didn't know how to react...</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">You thought I'll stop you...</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">And I thought you'll stop on your own...</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">But that was not to be...</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">And the bridge that connected us was blown....</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">And we were stranded on our respective sides...</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">With bloated egos too stubborn to break the ice...</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">Now there's nothing left but to repent and repine...</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">Does it matter now...whose fault it was...yours or mine...??</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"> </span></p></span>A nUtZlOs BlOkEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18364831624396966120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165671565677654454.post-70705359570060431982010-08-03T13:17:00.003-05:002010-08-03T13:31:03.430-05:00An Answer I Seek..!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0BcpToKe3M/TFhd9DCFxoI/AAAAAAAAAn8/jn4fibVW-ZQ/s1600/14052010721-001.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 362px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0BcpToKe3M/TFhd9DCFxoI/AAAAAAAAAn8/jn4fibVW-ZQ/s320/14052010721-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501250248200537730" border="0" /></a><br />I look out of my window,<br />lost in my thoughts,<br />watching the stillness,<br />waiting for something to move.<br /><br />The only movement,<br />is the gentle sway,<br />of the trees in the wind,<br />dancing with the breeze.<br /><br />There's nobody around,<br />on the road, the path,<br />in the park, or the sky<br />there's no life.<br /><br />I watch the world,<br />from my comfort and warmth,<br />and I wonder where you are,<br />who you're with, what you're doing.<br /><br />Are you thinking of me now,<br />as my thoughts stray to you,<br />I picture us out there,<br />together in the world.<br /><br />Right now it's just me,<br />here with only my voice,<br />when it's yours that I want,<br />as I wonder if you're alone too.<br /><br />You feel so close,<br />yet the distance is there,<br />suffocating as always,<br />as it keeps us apart.<br /><br />My questions are left,<br />hanging in the air,<br />the silence drinks them in,<br />and the answers are lost.<br /><br />Is somebody else,<br />thinking the same as me,<br />asking about you,<br />with nobody to answer them.A nUtZlOs BlOkEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18364831624396966120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165671565677654454.post-76004704667806106562010-05-15T07:01:00.005-05:002010-05-16T02:44:22.988-05:00A Boy..!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W0BcpToKe3M/S-6NTDfZXsI/AAAAAAAAAnU/YQCYDU82xYE/s1600/19092009751.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 147px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W0BcpToKe3M/S-6NTDfZXsI/AAAAAAAAAnU/YQCYDU82xYE/s320/19092009751.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471465955795754690" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family:Georgia, serif;"><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Against the world</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I stand alone</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">the wall at my back</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">With no were left to turn</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">in silent defeat I sat</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Pondered the path</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">that brought me here</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">the theivery and lies</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">and alone I wipe away the tears</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">that fall softly from my eyes</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Against the world</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I battled hard</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">and valiantly I fought</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">but in the end all thats left</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">is a lonely boy</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">with his back to the wall</span></span></span></div></span></span></div>A nUtZlOs BlOkEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18364831624396966120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165671565677654454.post-31173293595816722712010-04-30T05:48:00.004-05:002010-04-30T05:52:02.722-05:00Narcissism<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"><p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5; "><strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">S</span></span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">ome years later </span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I thirst for love</span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">After I found out that I am tired </span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And that I have been defeated </span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The cop of my vanity has been broken </span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Therefore</span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I reserved a seat in every plane</span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">For my sadness</span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">After a while </span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I canceled it all</span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">No land accepted me<br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Nor this in the east</span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Nor that in the west</span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Narcissism has destroyed me</span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I searched for a heart</span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">But</span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">There was none...!!!!</span></span></p></span>A nUtZlOs BlOkEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18364831624396966120noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165671565677654454.post-22533159163505103942010-01-01T04:39:00.004-06:002010-01-01T04:51:16.982-06:00Nav Varsh<p><span style="font-family:georgia;">This is for all my friends & near and dear one .....<strong> </strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br />Nav-varsh me tere sapno ko , Unmukt anant udaan mile<br />Har khwaab ko poora kar de jo , Tujhko aisa armaan mile<br />Koi hridaya se tujhko chahe , Tujhe preet ka har sammaan mile </span></p><p><span style="font-family:georgia;">Nadiyon ki tarah ka pran mile , Parvat jaisa abhimaan mile<br />Koi raah tujhe na veeran mile , Har raah ko ek anjaam mile </span></p><p><span style="font-family:georgia;">Chehre pe nahi dil par bhi ho , Tujhko aisi muskaan mile<br />Har subah teri ummeed bhari , Har shaam ko teri shaan mile </span></p><p><span style="font-family:georgia;">Har raat tumhari neendo ko , Kisi lori ka aaram mile<br />Ham naaz kare tujh pe e-dost , Tujhko aisa imaan mile </span></p><p><span style="font-family:georgia;">Is saal tu aisa kar jaye , Dushman se tujhe samman mile<br />Koi dukhi na ho teri basti me , Sabko khushiyon ka jaam mile </span></p><p><span style="font-family:georgia;">Antank ke bhadkte sholon ko , Ek chir anant viraam mile</span></p>A nUtZlOs BlOkEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18364831624396966120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165671565677654454.post-87284421597710943162009-12-18T23:26:00.002-06:002009-12-18T23:30:24.722-06:00Just Because..!!<span style="font-family:georgia;">Just because- I'm quiet, doesn't mean I don't have a lot to say.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Just because- I appear happy, doesn't mean everything is okay.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Just because- I'm sarcastic, doesn't mean I don't take things seriously.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Just because- I forgive, doesn't mean I forget.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Just because- I don't listen to your problems, doesn't mean I don't care.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Just because- I'm gullible, doesn't mean I can be cheated.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Just because- I'm stubborn, doesn't mean I'm not easygoing.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Just because- I don't know much, doesn't mean I'm stupid.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Just because- I don't show my feelings, doesn't mean I don't have any.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Just because- I'm honest, doesn't mean I'm outspoken.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Just because- I'm not like you, doesn't mean I'm weird.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Just because- I'm unsure, doesn't mean I'm afraid.</span>A nUtZlOs BlOkEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18364831624396966120noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165671565677654454.post-83054109961047302432009-12-10T23:27:00.000-06:002009-12-10T23:28:17.399-06:00Head vs. Heart<span style="font-family: georgia;">I think too much and I wonder a lot. Sometimes to the extend that my mind doesn't really seem to have a firm grasp on all the thoughts in my head because it's just too much. It's not that I want to plan every move or think every time before I do something. It's more like I want to analyze everything I do and everything that happens to me. I think I'm always looking for a reason, even when there isn't really an apparent one.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">A lot of people have the same thing probably and it's pretty much a human trait, but still I wonder if we wouldn't think so much about everything and just accept things the way they are and the way they happen, wouldn't we be able to live much happier lives?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">I'm a person who acts on emotions, my heart always wins over my head, but afterwards, the head will analyze everything into the most minuscule detail. I don't know, but maybe I should just let things come as they come. It's not like I'm really gonna change anything much by analyzing it. I think my rational mind wants to learn from it, maybe even protect myself from doing the same thing again if it hurts me or becomes a disadvantage for me. But since I act on my feelings, I would probably do the same thing all over again.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">It's a pretty dual thing, makes me think that we people are walking dichotomies.. our feelings and our rationality are often complete opposites.. How do we balance this? I often wonder about it, and I can't find a satisfying answer.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Obviously we do this most of the time and we are able to live happy lives for the most part of our existence, but still I think it's an interesting question, though a bit philosophical of course, to ask how we balance the constant battle of head vs. heart, to put it simply.</span>A nUtZlOs BlOkEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18364831624396966120noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165671565677654454.post-18854232362517208352009-12-09T23:37:00.004-06:002009-12-10T23:27:23.745-06:00I am back..!!Naahiii, Nope, Nyet, Illaiya....I wasn't on a cross country bike expedition spreading awareness on N1H1,AIDS, Cancer, Polio, Piles,Constipation..or any thing of that sort..neither i was selling agarbattees, detergent or Harman Baweja DVDs door to door... and to all my well wisher friends....nor I was on my honeymoon trip to Switzerland.....I am still single and rocking :).. neither outsource to Vietnam or Afghanistan ...!!<br /><br />Last 7-8 months I was totally involved in the development of a bad model as a team leader ...The work was quite challenging and sometimes irritating because of frequent change requests .... This is the first large project in last 2 and half year in which I was involved deeply .... but at the end it gives me a big relief and satisfaction when I see the application running smoothly... the sleepless night and the hard work finally paid off .....!!<br /><br />This project taught me a lot as a developer , as a analyzer as a designer... We generally work under a extreme deadline pressure... and we write the code which just work and gives the correct output... which may not be the clean code and prone to some bugs in future..... since, I read a book named "A clean Code" by Robert C Martin. I am quite impressed with the ideas and trying to write clean code as much as possible at the first place itself and suggested the same to my teammates.. As there is a saying "Dirty code is just like a dirty diaper".<br /><br />I remember one funny incident ... once I put my status message in gtalk as "Trying to write a clean code " a dear friend of mine commented " Ask your Mom or your kamwali bai to help you out..!!" And I replied "There is no Surf Excel invented so far ..thus neither your mom, nor any of your kamwali bai can help"... better help yourself rather than banging your head later on....!!A nUtZlOs BlOkEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18364831624396966120noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165671565677654454.post-48055427637547301492009-03-26T13:35:00.003-05:002009-09-23T03:34:33.270-05:00A LeSSoN..!!<p><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><em>The eerie silence outside .. the cool breeze coming from window and the never ending song on my pavillion made a perfect setup and mood to write....</em></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><em><br /></em></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><em><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Sick of the day </span></em></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><em><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Sick of the night</span></em></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><em><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"> And I row the boat </span></em></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><em><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">With hope in light </span></em></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><em><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">With memoirs in mind </span></em></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><em><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">And love in heart </span></em></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><em><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Confusion throngs my thought</span></em></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><em><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">What she is and what she was </span></em></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><em><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">I don't know who I was </span></em></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><em><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">To her foundness and to her friendliness</span></em></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><em><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">What to say of the lust I had </span></em></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><em><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">What to say the dreams I beamed</span></em></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><em><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">What to say of the words we spoke </span></em></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><em><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">What to say of the day we broke </span></em></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><em><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">What to say of the melodious fable </span></em></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><em><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Is it the first wind that ripped the ship?</span></em></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><em><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Or the first storm that taught me a lesson </span></em></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><em><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">That friendship and love are two side of coin</span></em></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><em><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">And yet one never meets the other...!!</span></em></span></p><p><em></em> </p>A nUtZlOs BlOkEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18364831624396966120noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165671565677654454.post-80819341676810647122009-01-23T07:36:00.003-06:002009-09-23T04:46:21.341-05:00Superstore Experience<div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >It was again the damn 11</span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >th .. I hate this date of every month ... It is a day on which we have decided to go for a shopping of our monthly chores... It was this Sunday, After a lot of kich kich and jhik jhik I surrendered to my roomate only to see that invincible smile on his face! Okay okay you win…I am ready.<br /><br />Ya the point… We reached Reliance Fresh superstore…I tell you, it seemed that the whole of gurgaon has been fitted in that tiny store, it was that jam packed !! Took a trolley and entered the store…..the trolley was flawed with respect to various laws of physics which I diligently learnt… Kash kuch saal pahle sikha hota I would have been a better engineer working for a world class company ... I will tell you later why I say so…..<br /><br />Ya the shopping begins…both my roomate were on a shopping spree filling up the trolley….<br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >The Action</span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >: With that trolley I BUMP!!!!! That too straight into this lady’s ass..shucks!!!!! I am so dead..so so dead….I could imagine myself in the court in front of the law, in front of the lady, blaming me for that so-called sexual assault….No I didn’t do it intentionally….Its not my fault, the trolley's height...no no your height.....<br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >The Reaction</span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >: She turned back….<br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >Her face</span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >: burning eyes, fluffing nostrils, clenched teeth…<br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >My face</span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >: innocent-lamb-look, kid-after-breaking glass-look, I-am-not-guilty look…..<br />Hell no..I didn’t do that on purpose…I just prayed that my roomate isn’t around…luckily the lady didn’t say anything..it was a hairline escape! Phew…<br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >Flaw number one</span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >: It is not always that “Every action has equal and opposite reaction”…it should be rephrased, Mr. Newton….”Every non-intentional action shouldn’t have equal and opposite reaction”….That’s it…<br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >The Moral</span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >: Check the trolley that you take, the wheels should not be jammed…because it can defy Newton’s second law….as it did…I applied force, it didn’t move…I applied more, it slided more than what was required and BUMP!!…<br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >The Law:</span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" > ”Every object in motion or at rest continues to be in that state until an external force is applied to it”<br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >In my words:</span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" > “Every object should either move freely when or should not move at all when external force is applied to it”.<br /><br />The results of the experiment could be a disaster!<br /><br />Anyways all said and done…..I move further…deliberately towards that cute gal. She was coming towards me and I was towards her, even the background music was there….ek ladki ko dekha to aisaa laga :) .. and finally our paths meet….and we are stuck with our trolleys…and we face the known confusion of what happens when I move left (which is her right) anticipating that the gal would take the way right (which is her left). However, she takes her left and I take my right in that confusion only to get stuck again…I smile at her, she smiles back….I leave my way, struggling with the trolley…and there she goes…smiling with a thank you ! Yes !!!!<br />5Kg rice…. 250 RS<br />My favourite biscuits…50 RS<br /><br />Confusions like this with a beautiful gal smiling at you….. priceless !!!!!<br /><br />Roomates told me to wait so that he shops around and comes back, I was instructed that not to move from there….He leaves…suddenly after sometime I realise that everyone there..only aunties and gals…were looking me as if I am some kinda serial offender! I just realised that I was standing in the middle of the sanitary pad section…Gooooodddd !! Bhago yahaan se…why me??? Achha hua…that aunty was not here..because it is said that…first time its coincidence…second time its happenstance and the third time……Its enemy’s action ! I almost dragged the trolley and myself out of the section…Phew!<br /><br />Standing there waiting for roomie was torturous…in that congested space which had barely 25 square feet of place to move around…I was being displaced and stared out in disgust by every other aunt, uncles, betes and betis…in that half an hour of wait I must have travelled at least a kilometre in that 25 square feet area!<br /><br />Suddenly I get this call from my friend, ya the very old pal I was telling her about all this happening there and got lost without realizing that I am laughing aloud talking to her….and as I hung up…I could see the whole world stop…looking at me with all the think boxes above their head (ya ya similar to the ones in the Chacha Choudhary comics)…think boxes which had a picture of a “ground nut” and then in some of them picture of a “nut” and some of them “a pea nut”…and hey here is this gal on whose toe I accidentally stepped on, the think box said “a screw driver !” I rolled my eyes with raised brows with the question … "what????"<br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >Later in the billing queue I realized this that I should have paid more attention to the optimization theory classes rather than just writing poems…It would have helped me chose the shortest line moving at fastest speed taking least time! Because you actually hate the feeling that the queue which you thought to be the shortest is not actually the shortest just because the queue on the other counter seems shorter! And then the feeling that your queue is not moving at all with respect to the other queues…feels like a looser! We forget this that we aren’t the only smart asses around…in fact every other smart ass thinks that he will join the shortest queue only to realise that every body else is thinking that only!<br /><br />“Bhai sahab aap galat jagah pe khade hain…..” An uncle ji’s voice broke my thought process, I realised he was kinda rude…but somehow I held back the urge to say this back…”uncle pehle to I am no bhai sahab…I am just 25, doosra…3 logo ke baad aap bhi meri hi jagah pe honge! Hai na….”<br /><br />On my way back to home sweet home, I thought.....<br /><br />1. Laws are made by circumstances, circumstances are not made by laws, not all laws are harmless !<br />2. Some confusions in life are meant to be priceless !<br />3. No matter how fast the queue moves, you move at your own pace !</span><blockquote></blockquote></div>A nUtZlOs BlOkEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18364831624396966120noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165671565677654454.post-24876024091229767282008-12-01T05:08:00.003-06:002011-01-31T12:16:59.858-06:00Why don’t I have a girlfriend?<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:georgia;" ><span style="font-size:100%;">This blog is based on the research paper presented in IEEE by one of the German scientist few year back on the topic "Why it is difficult to find a girl friend".Though the author proved his point with various scientific terms which i had a tough time to understand.Because I am not at all good in understanding the complex integral calculus or jumbled organic Chemistry...rather than writing a complex , organized bugs free codes for my software application .. Thanks to MSDN and Google .. :) .<br /></span></div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:georgia;" ><span style="font-size:100%;">Informal and anecdotal evidence from the scientific community has long pointed to the difficulty in securing decent,long-term female companionship. To date, however there will be not many who have thought seriously and done any study on the topic.AS,I myself fall under the category of "No Girl Friend" thought of investigating "why it is impossible to find a Girl Friend" and in the due course i came up with a proof using simple statistical calculus..Since I am working on various statistical and forecasting model projects, that gave me the valuable inputs to formulate and strongly back my proof with. I thought of sharing my investigation using this blog .. So have fun while reading.....!!<br /><br /></span></div><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-WEIGHT: boldfont-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >Why don’t I have a girlfriend?</span><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:georgia;" ><span style="font-size:100%;">This is a question that practically every male has asked himself at one point or another in his life. Unfortunately, there is rarely a hard and fast answer to the query. Many men try to reason their way through a series of ridiculous explanations, each more self-deprecating than the last: “Is it because I’m too shy, and not aggressive enough? Is it my opening lines? Am I a boring person? Am I too fat or too thin? Or am I simply ugly and completely unattractive to women?” When all other plausible explanations have been discounted, most end up with the conclusion that “there must be Something Wrong with me”.<br /></span></div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:georgia;" ><span style="font-size:100%;">Not the author, though. I, for one, refuse to spend my life brooding over my lack of luck with women. While I’ll be the first to admit that my chances of ever entering into a meaningful relationship with someone special are practically non-existent, and I must say that it has nothing to do with any inherent problem with me. Instead, I firmly believe that the situation can be readily explained using nothing more than some elementary and statistical calculus.<br /></span></div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:georgia;" ><span style="font-size:100%;">Before,anyone suspect that my standards for women are too high, let me allay those fears by enumerating in advance my three criteria for the match. First, the potential girlfriend must be approximately my age— say 23 plus or minus two or three years. Second, the girl must be beautiful. Third, she must also be reasonably intelligent—she doesn’t have to be Mensa material,but the ability to carry on a witty, insightful argument would be nice. So there are—three simple demands, which I’m sure everyone will agree.<br /></span></div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:georgia;" ><span style="font-size:100%;">I shall endeavor to make this proof as rigorous as the available data from various sources permits.And I should note, too, that there will be no statistical trickery involved here. I have cited all my sources and provided all relevant calculations in case anyone wishes to conduct their own independent review.<br /></span></div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"><br />Let’s now take a look at the figures.<br /><br /></span><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-WEIGHT: boldfont-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >Number of people on EARTH : <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)">6,72,13,56,000 (According to U.S. Census Bureau)</span></span><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:georgia;" ><span style="font-size:100%;">We start with the largest demographic in which I am interested-namely, the population of this planet.<br /></span></div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-WEIGHT: boldfont-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >Who are FEMALE :<span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"> 3,34,98,52,000</span></span><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:georgia;" ><span style="font-size:100%;">I have thought that, given the title above this criteria goes without saying. In case anyone missed it, though, I am looking for exclusively female companionship. Accordingly, roughly half of the Earth’s population must be discounted. Sorry, guys.<br /></span></div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-WEIGHT: boldfont-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >In India : <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)">49,57,38,169</span><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"> (According to 2001 Census)</span></span><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:georgia;" ><span style="font-size:100%;">I further restrict the geographical area of interest to the country i lived in.That is not to say I’m against the idea of inter-territory romance,I just don’t assess the prospect of finding myself a beautiful Italian girl or a babe from USA ,UK ,Russia or dazzling beauty from some European countries as statistically significant.<br /></span></div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-WEIGHT: boldfont-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >Inside my Work Terrain</span><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" > : </span><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153); FONT-WEIGHT: boldfont-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >31,35,90,791</span><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:georgia;" ><span style="font-size:100%;">Being a software professional,I will most likely spend nearly my entire life living and working in following states of india AP,Bihar,Bengal,Delhi,Haryana,Karnatka,Maharastra,UP. So it is these types of regions that the numbers have been narrowed.<br /><br /></span></div><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-WEIGHT: boldfont-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >In urban cities : <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)">1,25,43,631</span></span><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:georgia;" ><span style="font-size:100%;">My reasons for doing so are not motivated out of contempt for those who are staying in villages or economically disadvantaged,but rather by simple probability.In fact my chances of meeting the girls staying in the rural area of these states is either in person or on the Internet, are understandably low.Still 60% of the population in these sates are living in rural areas so I left with merely 40% of population.<br /></span></div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-WEIGHT: boldfont-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >Currently aged 21 to 25 : <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)">1,66,91,400</span></span><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:georgia;" ><span style="font-size:100%;">Being neither a pedophile nor a geriatrophile, I would like to restrict my search for love to those whose age is approximately equal to my own. This is where things get a bit tricky, for two reasons: First, the census data is nearly 7 years old, and second, the “population by age” tables in census data are not separated into individual ages but are instead quantized into “14–16” (of whom there are 1,27,44000) and “16–18” (population 1,25,46000).Women aged 14 to 16 in 2001 will be aged 21 to 23 in 2008 and aged 16 to 18 in 2001 will be aged 23 to 25,in this group I’m interested.<br /></span></div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"><br />Now assuming “14–16” girls’ ages are uniformly distributed, we have<br /></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;">(1,27,44000 * 23-21+1)/ (16-14+1) = 8496000</span><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"><br />Similarly, of 2001’s “16–18” category, there are now<br /></span><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:georgia;" ><span style="font-size:100%;">(1,25,46000 * 25-23+1)/ (18-16+1) = 8364000</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br />The sum 1,68,60,000 represents the total number of females within my chosen age limit.<br /></span><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="font-size:100%;">Unfortunately, some of the girls have died since the census was taken. The death rate in india is 6.4 per 1000 population, so roughly considering 1%, thus the true number of so-far eligible bachelorettes is </span><span style="font-size:100%;">1,66,91,400.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div></div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-WEIGHT: boldfont-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >Who are Beautiful and Intelligent : <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)">3,78,894</span></span><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:georgia;" ><span style="font-size:100%;">Personal attraction, both physically and personality-wise, is an important instigator of any relationship. Of course, beauty is a purely subjective trait whose interpretation may vary from person to person.It is not necessary for me to define beauty here except to state that for any given beholder, it will probably be normally distributed amongst the population.Without going into the specifics,precisely I will say that for a girl to be considered really beautiful to me, she should fall at least two standard deviations above the norm.Considering same with the intelligence,I found around 2.27% of female who can be considered as beautiful and intelligent.<br /></span></div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-WEIGHT: boldfont-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >Not already committed : <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)">1,89,447</span></span><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:georgia;" ><span style="font-size:100%;">I could find no hard statistics on the number of above-noted girls who are already married, engaged, or otherwise committed to a significant other, but informal observation and anecdotal evidence leads me to believe that the proportion is somewhere around 50%. For reasons of morality (and perhaps too self-preservation),I’m not about to start relation with girls who have husband and boyfriend. Accordingly, that portion of the female population must also be considered off-limits.<br /></span></div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-WEIGHT: boldfont-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >Also might like me: <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)">30,027</span></span><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:georgia;" ><span style="font-size:100%;">Naturally, finding a suitable girl who I really like is no guarantee that she’ll like me back. Assuming, as previously mentioned, that personal attractiveness is normally distributed,there is a mere 50% chance that any given female will consider me even marginally attractive. In practice, however, people are unlikely to consider pursuing a relationship with someone whose looks and personality just barely suffice. Let’s make the rather conservative assumption, that a girl would choose someone if and only if they were at least one standard deviation above her idea of average.In that case, my calculation reveals only 15.8655% of females would consider someone with my physical characteristics and personality acceptable as a potential romantic partner.<br /></span></div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-WEIGHT: boldfont-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >Conclusion :</span><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:georgia;" ><span style="font-size:100%;">It is here, at a pool of 30,027 acceptable females,that I end with my statistical analysis. At first glance, a datable population of 30,027 may not seem like such a low number, but considerthis: AS I can not start any relationship without meeting the girl once. Assuming I have to meet with a new girl about my age , I would have to date for 4289 weeks before I found one of the 30,027. That’s very nearly 82 years. As a North Indian male born in the early 1980s, my life expectancy is probably little more than 70 years, so I can safely say that I will be dead before I find the proverbial girl of my dreams. Come to think of it, she’ll probably be dead too. </span></div>A nUtZlOs BlOkEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18364831624396966120noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165671565677654454.post-39292061832746743162008-11-25T00:32:00.000-06:002008-11-25T00:35:33.790-06:00SilenceIn the quiet comfort of a balmy winter night, down with cold and cough I lay down on my cozy bed with my black pavilion to write about the only companion I have for this night, the only friend who will see me through tonight - Silence.<br /><br />My friend is dead in the morning hours when it is consumed by the cacophony of the office.But now at this sudden moment it pays me a visit, like it has always done.<br /><br />Silence is the real conversation between friends, not the saying but the never needing to say anything is what makes the conversation golden.I am reminded of several instances in my life when I thought I was all alone and I was wrong.<br /><br />A true friend of mine who relied more on pen and paper than his tongue once remarked to me - When you find it difficult with words,when they wont come out and die down within your chest, when your lips quiver and your eyes melt , that is when you would want to write and that is when you could hear a tear drop, that is when you would understand Silence....!!<br /><br />When you stand in front of a woman and the woman has so much to say, yet says nothing,the silence becomes deafening, that is when you get to know the mighty scream of silence.<br /><br />Silence - The eerie stranger, the only argument which cannot be countered, the welcome friend, the parting gift, the very womb of music.<br /><br />I end with this quote I read somewhere -<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Silence is but, the music between the notes"</span>A nUtZlOs BlOkEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18364831624396966120noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165671565677654454.post-24940609465367572462008-11-21T23:24:00.000-06:002008-11-22T00:03:40.114-06:00Quantum of Solace..!!This is not written by me but my best friend wrote it for his company magazine. I found it interesting so thought of putting it here as he doesn't own any blog himself..<br /><br />I have passed 2 years of my life as a development support in sustenance team. Ring a bell? Yes I have been reading others code and touching it here and there and have been very busy in doing so all this time. I had read once, touching the code base is the last resort one must take but I have never lived in this utopia till now ;-) !!<br /><br />Now my code is in production doing well in some cases while not doing so well in some cases and I realize all the time that it’s the readability of the code and all that basics we are never taught in college, happily forget during our practice (writing code) and make others lives miserable.<br /><br />I never knew commenting the code could be a bad bad practice. And with all that green color as the default setting in the swanky IDEs from Microsoft it becomes even more alluring to add those green lines every where, QA tells the same!! Comment your code!!. Makes it more environment friendly, doesn’t it?? Well they start lying after sometime!!! That’s when I have read it and done a bad fix !!!!!!! See, I am an angry young man… and many of my colleagues are.<br /><br />Have you ever thought of writing a meaningful name for a variable rather than writing a comment to explain it and remove the comment? Or have you ever thought of refactoring a line of comment into a method or a class and remove the comment? Have I ever ? ? Well yes I have started thinking seriously about these things after I have read this wonderful book called " <span style="font-weight: bold;">Clean Code" </span>by<span style="font-weight: bold;"> "Robert C Martin"</span> on my best friend’s suggestion.<br /><br />Something I want to reiterate from this book, “Development is a social activity”. I hope you would enjoy reading it and bring it to practice.A nUtZlOs BlOkEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18364831624396966120noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165671565677654454.post-49687376269959828732008-11-08T00:33:00.000-06:002008-11-08T00:46:47.686-06:00Mausam<div>A poem from my diary.. hope you will like it ...!!<br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0BcpToKe3M/SRUziiFeryI/AAAAAAAAAUY/SkjYeJ8cz2k/s1600-h/lovers_in_the_field-full.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0BcpToKe3M/SRUziiFeryI/AAAAAAAAAUY/SkjYeJ8cz2k/s320/lovers_in_the_field-full.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266172007638019874" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(50, 50, 41); line-height: 19px; font-family:'Lucida Grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">होली बिती , बिती दिवाली </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(50, 50, 41); line-height: 19px; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:13px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">ईद भी हमने यार मनाली <br /></span></div><span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">वो मौसम कब आएगा <br /></span></div></span><span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">जब हम तुम दोनो यार मिलेंगे <br /></span></div></span><span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">अभी तो अच्छी बीत रही है <br /></span></div></span><span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">अपनी दिन और ये रातें <br /></span></div></span><span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">चाहे मौसम हो कोई भी <br /></span></div></span><span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">सर्दी , गर्मी या बरसातें <br /></span></div></span><span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">पर जीवन रूपी इस झरने में <br /></span></div></span><span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">छाया है सूखा बरसों से <br /></span></div></span><span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">वो बाहार कब आएगी <br /></span></div></span><span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">जब हम तुम दोनो यार मिलेंगे <br /></span></div></span><span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">अब एक है अपनी दुख सुख सारी <br /></span></div></span><span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">एक है पहचान हमारी <br /></span></div></span><span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">एक है अपने धड़कन और साँसें <br /></span></div></span><span><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">एक ही अब </span></span><span lang="hindi" word="ansu"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">आँसू</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> और आहें </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div></span><span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">मंज़िल एक फिर जुदा क्यों राहें <br /></span></div></span><span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">वो मौसम कब आएगी <br /></span></div></span><span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">जब हम तुम दोनो साथ चालेंगे <br /></span></div></span><span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">एक सरीखे अपने सपने <br /></span></div></span><span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">इस सच से मत फेर निगाहें <br /></span></div></span><span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">अजनबियों सा मत रह कटकर <br /></span></div></span><span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">आ करले मुझसे भी दो बातें <br /></span></div></span><span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">वो मौसम कब आएगी <br /></span></div></span><span><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">जब प</span></span><span lang="hindi" word="tthar"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">त्थर</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> दिल ये पिघलेंगे!! </span> </span><br /></div></span></span></div></div>A nUtZlOs BlOkEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18364831624396966120noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165671565677654454.post-22728824150249665852008-10-06T14:39:00.000-05:002008-11-05T00:58:07.167-06:00Got a mail ... Sweets @ my Desk ..!!Mere ek param mitra ki shikayat thi ki main kabhi unke bare main nahi likhta .... aaj socha unki yeh shikayat bhi door kar di jaye ... aur ek blog kyon na unko shamarpit ki jai...To yeh blog mere ek khas dost ke liye ...unki kahani, meri jubani....!!<br /><br />Aajkal ke IT professional ke liye ek achhi company milna .. compnay mil jaaye to achha project milna ... aur agar wo bhi mil jaye to achhi team ka milna .... kafi muskil hai..But mere mitra kafi khuskismat hain jinhain yeh teeno khushian mili hai ... khaskar teesri khushiyan kuch jyada hi mili. jiski wajah se bechare bahut padeshan hain...!! 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Khola Pc ...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Outlook Main Top Par Mail Uska Paaya...<br /></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Mailbox Dekh Sanatta Chaya<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Uska Mail Ka Subject Humien Na Bhaya..<br /></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Ek Baar Phir Kiya Mail Ka Subject Check<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Oh No ..Not Again..Same Words..."Sweets At My Desk"<br /></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Darte Darte Khola Mail...Andar Wedding Invitation Paaya<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Lo Bhaiya Lut Gayee Duniya...Mandraya Kala Saaya...<br /></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Dukhi Mann Se Socha ...Chalo Ek Baar Contents To Padh Lain<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Naam Kya Hai Ladke Ka...Details Se Rubaru To Ho Lain...<br /></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Phir Ek Baar Mann Chakkar Khaya...Uska Naam Kahin Naa Paaya<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Mail Ka Phir Se Audit Kiya...Dil Ko Ncr Report Acha Aaya...<br /></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Mail Ke Subject Se Achi Mail Ke Body Nikli<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Jiski Shaadi Thi ..Woh To Uski Sister Nikli...<br /></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Bhujti Hui Low Phir Phadphadai<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Ek Umeed Jaagi..Asha Ki Ek Kiran Nazar Aayee....<br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Josh Bhare Kadmon Se Rukh Kiya Uske Cubicle Ki Or<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Ab Sirf Uski Jhalak Nahin ..Yeh Dil Maange More....<br /></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Aaj Tak Cubicle Ki Diwaron Se Dekha Tha Usko<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Dekhte Hee Usne Bola ..Lo Dear, Sweets Lo....<br /></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Humne Suna "Dear" , Man Main Kaha Ab No Fear.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Jhuki Aankhon Se Kiya Usko Stare, Uthaya Sweats Ka Apna Share..<br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">"Dear" Shabd Kitna Acha Lagne Laga Tha....<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Uske Aur Mere Beech Ka Loc Ab Mitne Laga Tha...<br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Baton Hi Baton Mein Usko Bataya Mail Padke Hua Confusion Tha<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Reply Jo Bataya Usne, Phir Se sar chakraya Tha..<br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Phir Se Low Bhuj Gayee Thi, Umeed Mit Gayee Thi ...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Uski Sagai Ki Mail To Ek Hafte Pahle Bounce Back Ho Chuki Thi...<br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Maa Kasam Ek Hi Gaana Yaad Aa Raha Tha Cham Se...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Kasam Ki Kasam , Yeh Pyaar Na Hoga Ab Humse...<br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">O Haseeno Sun Lo Meri Iltaaja,<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Please Mat Hona Humse Khafa...<br /></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Kuch Bhi Ho Jaaye Ab Na Hoga Adjust,<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Ab Mat Daalna Mail With Subject "Sweets At My Desk"<br /></div><br /></div><div>I hope ab to aap logon ko bhi mere mitra ki padshani achhi tarah samajh mai aa gai hogi ...!!!!<br /><br /></div></div>A nUtZlOs BlOkEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18364831624396966120noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165671565677654454.post-3768477322672811442008-10-02T11:10:00.000-05:002008-10-06T13:46:22.898-05:00The Last Conversation<p align="left">Four friends, after a year-long hiatus in the real world, meet at the same place, where they used to hang out when they were together.. and again they are going to depart ....<br />"Bhaiya, 4 log hain."<br />"15 min lagega, ek table khaali ho raha hain"<br />"Theek hain, hum bahar hain."<br />After 10 mins. "chalo, table khaali ho gaya hain."<br />KK: Batru, ek Gold Flake light ka pack.<br />KK: Cannot believe this is happening man, just cannot believe. This is worse than my graph theory.<br />Richhie: Basu, kya peeyega jaldi bol, strong?<br />Dilli: Main to mild loonga, chussu? aur ek starter bhi bolde. Veg logon ka hamesha kat-ta hain.<br />Basu: haan, 2 strong, 2 mild mangate hain pehle. Ek mushroom chilly bolde.<br />Richhi: Batrayee, teen kingfisher strong aur ek mild, aur fried chips, chana nahin chahiye. Aur 2 chicken Kabab and ek mushroom chilly.<br /><br />Kk takes a long hard puff, gives one to Ricchhie, everybody is looking at each other, the radio is playing High Hopes in the background, the dingy room is filled with smoke and poorly lit. The AC is leaking, water is dripping ....but nobody is bothered.<br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>"Beyond the horizon of the place<br />we lived when we were young<br />In a world of magnets and miracles<br />Our thoughts strayed constantly and without boundary<br />The ringing of the division bell had begun<br />Along the long road and on down the causeway<br />Do they still meet there by the cut</em> "<br /></span><br />Dilli: Abe tum itna senti kyun ho rahe ho, aisa to hota hi hain. Har samay waise hi nahin jee sakte.<br />Richhie: Abe baahar life bahut mushkil hain be, bahut saari cheezon ka dhyan rakhna padta hain. Pehle sab kuch possible lagta tha yaar, ab pata nahin doubts aate hain.<br />Dilli: Abe sab theek ho jaega, tension mat le. Thoda time lagega, lekin sab theek ho jaega.<br />Basu: Welcome to the real world dudes. Its time to grow up, time to move away from the glory days.<br />KK: This is not how I imagined it would be.<br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>"Looking beyond the embers of bridges glowing behind us<br />To a glimpse of how green it was on the other<br />taken forwards but sleep walking back again<br />Dragged by the force of some inner tide</em> "<br /></span><br />Kk: Sahi tha yaar woh, sab kuch kar sakte the. Life was easy, uncomplicated. Didn't have to please anybody.<br />Dilli: It was just that you guys didnt think about anything, its only now that you have started thinking about things.<br />Richhie: Nahi aisa nahin hain, shayad tabhi sochne ko kuch tha hi nahin. sab kuch hamare saamne dikhta tha. And everybody was willing to help you.<br> Basu: Kitne din bachchon ki tarah jeeyoge. For how long do you guys want to lead an easy life? And come to think of it, life would only get harder from here, this is just the beginning.<br />KK: yes, you are right. But, my mind wants to move on, but the heart is stubborn, it makes me miss everything from yesterday.<br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>"At a higher altitude with flag unfurled<br />We reached the dizzy heights of that dreamed of world<br />Encumbered forever by desire and ambition<br />Theres a hunger still unsatisfied<br />Our weary eyes still stray to the horizon<br />Though down this road we've been so many times"</em><br /></span><br />KK: I sometimes wonder, why are we doing all this, why are we going away from everything that we have come to love so much? Why does everything good have to come to an end?<br />Dilli: To grow as a person, to see the world? Our ambitions? Money ?<br />Richhie: What about knowledge, experience and education? Those are the things we seek.<br />Basu: That is all eyewash, everybody wants money and fame, and everything that comes with it. We just use different words to fool others and, in a way, ourselves.<br />KK: We are all vain. Each one of us. We cannot escape it.<br /><br />Silence. The outro then melts everything away, even the haze.<br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"The grass was greener<br />The light was brighter<br />The taste was sweeter<br />The nights of wonder<br />With friends surrounded<br />The dawn mist glowing<br />The water flowing<br />The endless river "<br /></span></em>Forever and ever...........</p>A nUtZlOs BlOkEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18364831624396966120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165671565677654454.post-22016261651007107002008-09-24T06:17:00.000-05:002008-09-24T06:23:26.153-05:00ThE UnSpOkEn WoRdS ....!!<div> <div> <div>Don't know how I have written this ... but at end ...... it brought smile on my face....... perhps u will like it ....!!<br /><br />Another dark night. An eerie silence prevails over everything; I'm sitting in front of my virtual window, alone…The dark which is grabbing everything, I don't know whether it's around me or within me, I don't know what should I write today. Ah! How few words make me wordless?<br />Today I have my chest full of sorrows of fears and eyes full of painful tears, heart sighing, wishes dying, soul unjocund and dreams broken. I want to weep, no, I just want to smile, no no, I want to say something. Something yet unspoken, Why my silence can't be heard to understand what I have to say. I want to say people things unspoken, but are they ready to hear unheard?<br />I can hear people laughing outside my room, for they have to, and for them the day is too short to laugh. For me day is always long, but even then why I have to weep in nights. They say they observe what they deserve, I'm blind and confined. Blind because in striving to see between the lines, how I miss the lines, and sometimes to be little cared how much I have to care.<br />I want to be loved but always looted, be cared but always crushed, be glad but have to be sad, say words but speak sighs, I want to fly but have no sky. I want to dance but never had chance, I want to be heard not hurt….<br />Let me shatter these fetters today, and shackle the manacles my way. I want to sing the melody of my soul but my soul doesn't like songs but sighs perhaps. My heart desires but yields suspire. I want to glide not hide, be completed not deleted, cherished not perished, use my life not lose my life. What is my phenomenon? What is my dilemma? I am alone since I started speaking and forlorn since I started seeing and torn ever since I born.I'm tired now. I better sleep now. I need sleep a deep cool sleep that so much I dream about. Dreams, my dreams, purposeless, sleepless, aimless dreams. I have yet to learn to dream about life, light, hope, bright eyes, free soul……, dreams where my inner serenity won't be destroyed by anyone………thats all.</div></div></div>A nUtZlOs BlOkEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18364831624396966120noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165671565677654454.post-3935006200962598932008-09-12T11:32:00.000-05:002008-09-12T11:35:17.824-05:00I LoVe yoU....!!Yep, the three lethal words, that can knock you off your senses, and inject you with a kind of drug, that spreads faster than potassium synide! In every relationship, I mean, relationships with close meanings, have the inclusion of these three words. At one point or other, you may say it to a friend, your mother, your boyfriend/girlfriend, or say even a boss! We all feel, at one point or the other, that relationships are something, we cant live with, and without. We need people in our lives, we need people, whom we can talk to , laugh with, cry our souls out, and share things, which may have been repressed by our subconscious. You can call it, a process of Anagnorisis. But at some level of Anagnorisis, you do feel that the intensity of love in a relationship, may have dipped. The usual rat race, constant relocation, the ever changing ways of the world, have made the formation of relationships very temporary. Nowadays, when a person says ‘I love you’, to the other, it is often said, seizing the moment of the situation, or it is said jokingly, most of the times, its fake, you know when relatives come over and express their love and shit.. Its become a mockery of these words. Why are people finding it so, difficult to keep promises? Is it the lure of the world, or is just inbuilt? I think,its inbuilt. A lot, depends on the person you are. A close friend you had loved, 10 years ago, might not be in your list of the most important people now. Things change, you change, and its adaptability all through life. But one point comes, when you are tired. Tired, and sick of the mesh of hypocrisy and lies around you. A time comes, when you want to hold on to that someone you had loved, but because you went far ahead, you left the person behind. I think, the most important thing in any relationship is consistency, and sincerity. If you mean, that your going to love person "A" for the rest of your life, you make commitments such as ‘I love you’. And, if you feel, your apprehensive about what lies ahead, and you don’t know, whether, you will be able to deal with a relationship with a sincerity, that you had once promised… Then, just don’t say it. Nobody knows the future. Nobody knows, the different shades it carries. But one does know, his or herself. If you are true, pure, and clear, then you can walk the lanes of Park Street, even when your 60, with your best friend. You need to know, how to beat the system of time, love, job, money, exertion, compliance, while living in the system itself. You need to beat the system, while living in it. Its tough stuff, this game am talking about. But it wouldn’t be so hard, if you only allowed yourself some positive thinking.A nUtZlOs BlOkEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18364831624396966120noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165671565677654454.post-85166283246639258592008-09-06T06:35:00.004-05:002010-05-16T02:51:48.085-05:00SuMmEr Of '99..!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0BcpToKe3M/S--juuh8YeI/AAAAAAAAAnk/gr68t8JAYno/s1600/k16.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0BcpToKe3M/S--juuh8YeI/AAAAAAAAAnk/gr68t8JAYno/s320/k16.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471772095438152162" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(50, 50, 41);font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:13;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;">I got my first electric guitar</span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"> Bought it at the singer's choice</span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"> Played it till my fingers ached</span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"> It was the summer of '99....</span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"> </span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"> Me and some guys from college</span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"> Had a band and we tried real hard</span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"> Partho quit and subro got injured</span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"> I shouda known we d never get far...</span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"> </span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"> Oh when I look back now</span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"> That summer seemed to last for ever</span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"> And if I had a choice</span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"> Ya – I'd always wanna be there</span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"> Those were the best days of my life.....</span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"> </span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"> When every one was there and complaining</span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"> I thought of a degree to earn</span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"> Spent my days down at the college</span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"> And that's when I met you !</span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"> </span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"> Standing in the economics block</span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"> You told me you 'd wait forever</span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"> Oh and when you held my hand</span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"> I knew that it was now or never</span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"> Those were the best days of my life.....</span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"> </span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"> Back in the summer of 99</span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"> Man we wer studyn hard</span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"> We were young and ambitious</span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"> We knew we had to part ways</span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"> I guess nothing can last forever – forever ....</span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"> </span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"> And now the times are changing</span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"> Look at everything that's come and gone</span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"> Sometimes when I hold my old electric guitar</span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"> I think about you n wonder what went wrong......</span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"> </span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"> Standing in the economics block</span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"> You told me it would last forever</span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"> Oh the way you held my hand</span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"> I knew that it was now or never</span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"> Those were the best days of my life</span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"> Back in the summer of 99.......!!!</span></span></span></span></span></div></span></div>A nUtZlOs BlOkEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18364831624396966120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165671565677654454.post-22967491646896881672008-09-03T12:18:00.006-05:002011-01-31T12:11:54.722-06:00TuM.....!!<div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc33cc;"></span><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;">Khubsoorat ho tum par Lajwab nahi,</span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;">Sheetal to ho bahut hi Per chandni nahi,</span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc33cc;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc33cc;">Ho rag tum agr par ragni nahi,</span></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc33cc;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc33cc;">Damak rahi ho kisi tej ki tarah,</span></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc33cc;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc33cc;">Chapla ho tum Par damini nahi ,</span></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc33cc;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc33cc;">Phoolon ki khushboo hai ,</span></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc33cc;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc33cc;">Tere badan main basi hui ,</span></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc33cc;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc33cc;">Tumhare pyar ki pratimurti hai</span></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc33cc;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc33cc;">Mere man main rachi hui,</span></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc33cc;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc33cc;">Pal pal khil rahi ho Kisi kali ki tarah,</span></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc33cc;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc33cc;">Kamniya ho tum Par kamini nahi</span></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc33cc;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc33cc;">Baloon main chupa tera chehraYoon lag raha hai ,</span></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc33cc;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc33cc;">Jaise badlon main Umadti ghumadi ghata</span></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc33cc;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc33cc;">Tere nayanon main dikhte hain Din ke ujaale</span></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc33cc;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc33cc;">Adhron pe teri pyas bhariMad ke hain pyale</span></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc33cc;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc33cc;">Madmast ho rahi ho Kisi mayur ki tarah</span></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc33cc;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc33cc;">Nari ho tum purn par afsosh ki ardhangni nahi..!!</span></span> </span></div>A nUtZlOs BlOkEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18364831624396966120noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165671565677654454.post-37013599748860798042008-09-01T23:26:00.000-05:002008-09-01T23:32:44.445-05:00Just Another DayJust Another Day .. another Monday morning ...It's already 9:00 am... Sun is shinning bright ...Time to wake up ... Time to get ready for work ... the place known as world of Software programming .. with the ingrdient of logic and spices of errors and exceptions.<br />The mind is in hurry to do everything fast .. but body , Aaahh dont want to ..No otherway to go .... finally got synchronized ... And here I am with my tooth brush in hand at tarace ... looking at the people running fast..!!The same way as clock hands is ticking fast .....it's 9:35 now and I am still taking bath and humming my favourite bathroom pop song ...consedring myself as one of the best bathroom singer ever ....!!<br />Finally Its 10:00 a.m .. already late for office... and I stand here in the bus stop waiting for the bus to arrive. I stand here in the same manner as I did a few years back waiting for my college bus. Little did I know then that things would change so much in 1 and 1/2 years; the sky under which I am standing seems to be looking at me and smiling .. It is perhaps the only thing that has acted as a witness .. watching the transformation of a loud person into a quiet professional.<br />I wouldn't blame the professionalism for the change though. It is destiny, or may be you could call it life. Yes Life, esoteric in the true sense, for one does not understand why you meet hundreds of people everyday, work with so many, and still remain lonely.<br />I am now in one of the corner seats in the bus, looking out of thewindow watching people trying to catch up with "life" .. It's an half n hour's journey and the only company that I generally have is the chatter of the RJ. I seldom notice the person sitting next to me, for its going to be yet another stranger or may be you could say another acquaintance.It is annoying at times when the radio is switched off, not because Iam cut off from the melody or today's hip moving fast beats but because I would now be thrust with thoughts of the solitary journey ahead.<br />I can't help thinking about the short bus journeys to college ... wellit's a paradox to call a distance of 30 KMs "short", but that is how italways seemed. A typical college day always begins in the bus with allthe familiar faces; you look forward for all your friends to get in, the reasonless giggles, the loud laughter that were stifled to avert the eyes of the lecturers and professors who would watch on us as ifwe were their prospective prey for the day ...well as I said it was a different life then. The pleasant memories of college are in itself good enough to save me from the misery of the bus journey.<br />I notice that it is time for me to get down and flash my smile of acknowledgement to all the known strangers that I see as I approach my cubicle. A few of my colleagues greet me with their morning wishes and as always, we exchange our pleasantries. Discussions jump to the weekend plans and I wonder what I'd do over the weekend.<br />It would be just another day staring at the mobile, wishing it wouldring and bring back some wonderful moments that are now missing in lifeor maybe the safer option would be to come to office, for it's my new founded asylum these days. A few years back, weekends or weekdays didn't matter to me, I was always busy. I always stood doubting the authenticity of the wall clock that seemed to be in running too fast to perceive its movement. Alas, now it seems as though my clock is suffering from some kind of paralytic attack.<br />There is a time in life, where one needs to go ahead, leaving behind your friends and carrying along only memories. You do make new friends,but then you never get the old close ones ... you do meet people who'd be so good to you that you could tell them anything and everything, but you do not find a person to whom you needn't say things ... friends who just know you. Occasional calls from such friends, have been the only thing that I seem to look forward to ...However, I cant help but notice the uneasy pause that lingers around the conversation ..A pause not because of the relationship, but because it is too short a duration to say everything, and of course you cannot completely rule out the paucity of words!<br />As I sip coffee from the ubiquitous coffee mug, watching the drops of rain, trickling down the tinted glass panes, veiling the scenic beauty outside, I tell myself, may be there will be a day when things will change, when life will offer a rewind, a recap of all the events and I just have to wait.<br />Capricious are the ways of life, for I know there would be many who'd be able to empathize with me, ironically, even the dear ones that I miss this moment, waiting perhaps...!!<br />And I keep on waiting.....!!!!A nUtZlOs BlOkEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18364831624396966120noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165671565677654454.post-90533710405848614192008-09-01T13:15:00.000-05:002008-09-01T13:20:46.345-05:00ShE CrIeSThis is based on the real story ... 4 years back when I was returningfrom Pune ... It is about a girl who was sitting just besides me..crying throught the 21 hrs long Journey...and based on the littleconversation i had with her... I can still feel the pain and theagony she was going through .....!!!!<br />Aha .... the dawn .. the darkness still encompasses you!!! In themiddle of the road she walks back to the unknown. 4 A.M in the morningand the midnight breeze ruffling through her messed up hair. With eyesall filled with glistening tears, partially because of the bitter cold,partially because of the pain inside. A million thoughts runningthrough the mind.. what if this would have happened, what if that hadhappened.<br />Why ... what ... where.. how... a million thoughts......Coming from her last trial, the last attempt to make it all up, wishing thateverything will be back to normal, he might agree! He said they were made for each other, the uncountable number of promises, how cute shewas always, how her smile was his life and all such crap... yeah crapit was ever. How she changed for him... how dependable he had made herfor everything ranging for mental to emotional support. For everysecond she begged, for every breath she took she called him. for everysecond they talked, she prayed for him. His presence warmed her lifefor so long that it seemed like an eternity. She dint call for him, but he forced his way into her life and then took away everything away from her.But now when he has taken everything away from her.. herlife and hopes and strength, he called one last time saying that it wasnever meant to be like that. He had some other priorities in life andshe must move on... yeah as simple as that ... she must move on!!!!<br />But she cant now... the only possible way was through a river of tearsand blood. As simple as that ... in a cafe filled with people, youorder a cup of coffee and start the conversation normally and end itwith a suicidal note. You must move on....<br />She travelled all the way to beg him one last time, to tell him thatif it was'nt him then itcant be anyone else. Without telling her parents that she is going to him with a journey of more than 1000 miles, withouttelling them what she had been through all this time, without telling them that she had given her everything to him and now there is no turning back.She left amongst heavy thunderstorm and rain. With sadness on her face but alittle hope. With all those wonderful moments, the time when the kissed first, the time when they used to roam on the beach, the time when theyused to dance in the rain... all those times.. Now she was back....back to Bangalore .... ISBT(Majistic) ... 4 AM in the morning got down fromthe bus!!!!<br />Walking towards the city bus stand..... with no one around... some auto walas looking at her... but she is least botheredtoday... she wants to cry but she cant, she is not alone .. walks slowly thinking, not looking at the road... trying to walk.. cudnt walk....<br />looks at her cell phone wishing there will be atleast a phone call, alast one may be, she had been waiting for it for the past one week... aphone call ... Aha the bus stand has come ... crowded a bit even at 4AMin the morning... ppl looking at her... but she is alone...<br />"shall i go home!!! shall i run away.... i can die..yeah i should die... but my parents... my younger sister... ... but i need not explain it tothem once im dead!!!!"<br />"no i cant die..that is such a bad idea..... im just 21... "<br />"But i cant live without him.... his touch will torture me his senses, hisbreathes .. everything ... i cant live.. i have to die......"<br />"No it is not the solution, he was never mine... its not the right path...my parents are still there for me ... "<br />"What will he think if i die for him.... atleast for one time he will think that i loved her.... one time atleast... "<br />"what shall i take sleeping pills .. no mercury .... no it should be really sad.. i'll write a note"<br />"But i have to live.. there is nothing called love... its just lust... orrather fun for people... there is nothing called cupid....."<br />"I have to die...."she stops in the middle of the path...... ppl still around... busy with thebuses and their routine!!! She stands still... with tears crossing theboundries of her eyes... and voices in her mind. To die or not to die... to live or not to live... to love or not to love.......And she cries.... heavily.... falls on the floor... and she criesA nUtZlOs BlOkEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18364831624396966120noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165671565677654454.post-39327222300682316672008-08-12T07:26:00.000-05:002008-08-12T07:32:22.141-05:00Main Likhta nahi ..!!<span style="font-family:georgia;">Dard itna badha... kee dil ab dukhta nahi,</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Zid bhee aisi dekho kee ....</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Khuda ke samne ye sir jhukta nahi,</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Roz shaam ko subah kee </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">ummeede toot jaya karti hai..</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Fir bhee nayi ummeedo ka silsila rukta nahi.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Aas paas.. hazaro kee bheer rehti hai aksar..</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Pata nahi kyo unme apna koi kabhi dikhta nahi..</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Pata nahi.. log mujhe padhte nahi hai ab..</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Ya shayad mai hee ab likhta nahi...............!!!!</span>A nUtZlOs BlOkEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18364831624396966120noreply@blogger.com4