Saturday, September 27, 2008

I love you...












I thought U have already forgotten me...but I was wrong...
now...I know... I am there in ur heart.... all along....
But...always....
I thought you were not mine.....to me..... u didn't belong
I thought that we were incompatible.... we can't get along..
I thought you detested me.... for some reasons...might be very strong...
I was in illusion.....Why? for so long...

and....then....for while...
I thought I will move on... swallow what I feel..
I will lock my lips and my heart i will seal..
I will seek solitude...ampuated by my sense..
I will cage my spirit and constrain it with solid fences...

but...when u sang...that song yesterday
It made me realised what it had to say....
You vocalised my words in most precise way...
That forgotten melody.......made my heart sway....

Now...that..I know...
What I thought was wrong...
You never forgotten me nor my song....
So, now..I want to dedicate these words to you...
And this is my way to say "I love You"....

Sunday, September 21, 2008

Picking Roses for life time...

Start picking up roses for life...to fill your heart with absolute delight....
Though they come with the hurting thorns ....but sometimes that little pain is alright....
They are just like our life....filled with moments of felicity and distress...
Petals are so soft could soothe the stress but thorns could make life a mess...

But...then its beauty which is everlasting..
And the fragrance which will captivate a heart..
Touch of petal is like a subdued Velvet
and the standing rose which is objet d'art...

A Rose...blooming with the first light
So, enchanting and beyond ordinary understanding
Like happiness is just as spellbound
U forget misery and sorrow...
You live life in merry as if there is no tomorrow...

So, quash all the thorns and pick up the roses....
So what? for moment gaiety it possess......


Thursday, September 11, 2008

Not ethnocentric....









Before I was born... I had no identity

Just a cell in the womb of my mother...with unconditional serenity
I was born with thousand tags.. like caste, culture and creed
I did not choose any of them....and there was no need..

Today After several years...I am learning, for me what they mean...
It's gift of my forefathers...which I had not seen....
Now..It's my duty to protect and preserve their gift
It should neither fade nor it should drift...


I would never abuse anyone for their culture, caste and creed..
I would rather judge each man only on his deed..
I would never ruin others ...when I protect what's mine
If We respect each other..with me thats fine...

But If u try to bully or abuse me or my language or what I am..
I would do the same...cause then I will not give a damn
I will penalize you..no matter who you are
everthing is fair in the Love and the war...

That's why....I call myself warrior.....though you may call me Ethnocentric..
I am bound to protect what is mine....and that is what I seek...





Thursday, September 4, 2008

Mirror Image












Yes ! I have personality that splits now and then
It's difficult to find which is me? again and again
who am I ?some times i wonder.....

A rebel inside and outside, A submissive blunder...

They say I have a very expressive face...anyone can read my eyes and tell, what my thoughts embrace...
But they don't know She can pretend so well... My eyes will reveal only what She wants to tell...
But that's not me... playing hide and seek...Its some one else who makes me freak...

She likes extremes and I like balance...
She likes noise and I like silence...
she likes pride and I like humility..
She likes to wander and I like stability

we live within one body... with one mind and with one heart
we are one but so much apart
she hates me when I surrender myself...
she shakes me up and assert herself..

I get irritated when she hurts someone...
why should I justify what she has done?
no matter what........... She is me and I am her
If one of us fade our image will blur....

I know in my heart...she wants to protect me
but she should realise ...now she should set me free..
I want to be alone I want to be "Me"

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

Abstract....




U took away the anguish from my heart and made me glad...
when u came down drizzling on the dry land..
wid enchanting colours u painted my spirt...
and now its soaring high.....
The driblets of water on my window like silver ivories
U weaved them in my thoughts and they will glitter someday in my words
I can see them shining and touching the hearts of mortals one day
with the purity of raindrops and touch of thunder
you unwound my psyche and whisked my fears
now i m in tranquil...
to drag words from my mentations and spill them on cellulose pulp...


Monday, August 18, 2008

Chetan bhagat's speech@Symboisys pune-Excellent !!!

---Here is what he has to say
"Good Morning everyone and thank you for giving me this chance to speak to you. This day is about you. You, who have come to this college, leaving the comfort of your homes (or in some cases discomfort), to become something in your life. I am sure you are excited. There are few days in human life when one is truly elated. The first day in college is one of them. When you were getting ready today, you felt a tingling in your stomach. What would the auditorium be like, what would the teachers be like, who are my new classmates - there is so much to be curious about.I call this excitement, the spark within you that makes you feel truly alive today. Today I am going to talk about keeping the spark shining. Or to put it another way, how to be happy most, if not all the time.Where do these sparks start? I think we are born with them. My 3-year old twin boys have a million sparks. A little Spiderman toy can make them jump on the bed. They get thrills from creaky swings in the park. A story from daddy gets them excited. They do a daily countdown for birthday party -several months in advance - just for the day they will cut their own birthday cake.I see students like you, and I still see some sparks. But when I see older people, the spark is difficult to find. That means as we age, the sparkfades. People whose spark has faded too much are dull, dejected,aimless and bitter. Remember Kareena in the first half of Jab We Met vs the secondhalf? That is what happens when the spark is lost. So how to save the spark?Imagine the spark to be a lamp's flame. The first aspect is nurturing -togive your spark the fuel, continuously. The second is to guard against storms.To nurture, always have goals. It is human nature to strive, improve and achieve full potential. In fact, that is success. It is what is possible for you. It isn't any external measure - a certain cost to company paypackage, a particular car or house.Most of us are from middle class families. To us, having material landmarks is success and rightly so. When you have grown up where money constraints force everyday choices, financial freedom is a big achievement. But it isn't the purpose of life. If that was the case,Mr.Ambani would not show up for work. Shah Rukh Khan would stay at home and not dance anymore. Steve Jobs won't be working hard to make a better iPhone, as he sold Pixar for billions of dollars already. Why do they do it? What makes them come to work everyday? They do it because it makes them happy. They do it because it makes them feel alive. Just getting better from current levels feels good. If you study hard, you can improve your rank. If you make an effort to interact with people, you will do better in interviews. If you practice, your cricket will get better.You may also know that you cannot become Tendulkar, yet. But you can get to the next level. Striving for that next level is important.Nature designed with a random set of genes and circumstances in which we were born. To be happy, we have to accept it and make the most of nature's design. Are you? Goals will help you do that. I must add, don't just have career or academic goals. Set goals to give you a balanced, successful life. I use the word balanced before successful. Balanced means ensuring your health, relationships, mental peace are all in good order.There is no point of getting a promotion on the day of your breakup.There is no fun in driving a car if your back hurts. Shopping is not enjoyable if your mind is full of tensions.You must have read some quotes - Life is a tough race, it is a marathonor whatever. No, from what I have seen so far, life is one of those races in nursery school, where you have to run with a marble in a spoon kept in your mouth. If the marble falls, there is no point coming first. Same withlife, where health and relationships are the marble. Your striving is only worth it if there is harmony in your life. Else, you may achieve the success, but this spark, this feeling of being excited and alive, will start to die.One last thing about nurturing the spark - don't take life seriously.One of my yoga teachers used to make students laugh during classes. One student asked him if these jokes would take away something from the yoga practice. The teacher said - don't be serious, be sincere. This quote has defined my work ever since. Whether its my writing, my job, my relationships or any of my goals. I get thousands of opinions on my writing everyday. There is heaps of praise, there is intense criticism.If I take it all seriously, how will I write? Or rather, how will I live?Life is not to be taken seriously, as we are really temporary here. We are like a pre-paid card with limited validity. If we are lucky, we may last another 50 years. And 50 years is just 2,500 weekends. Do we really need to get so worked up? It's ok, bunk a few classes, goof up a few interviews, fall in love. We are people, not programmed devices.I've told you three things - reasonable goals, balance and not taking it too seriously that will nurture the spark. However, there are four storms in life that will threaten to completely put out the flame. These must be guarded against. These are disappointment, frustration, unfairness and loneliness of purpose.Disappointment will come when your effort does not give you the expected return. If things don't go as planned or if you face failure. Failure is extremely difficult to handle, but those that do come out stronger.What did this failure teach me? is the question you will need to ask. You will feel miserable. You will want to quit, like I wanted to when nine publishers rejected my first book. Some IITians kill themselves over low grades - how silly is that? But that is how much failure can hurt you.But it's life. If challenges could always be overcome, they would cease to be a challenge. And remember - if you are failing at something, that means you are at your limit or potential. And that's where you want to be.Disappointment' s cousin is frustration, the second storm. Have you ever been frustrated? It happens when things are stuck. This is especially relevant in India. From traffic jams to getting that job you deserve,sometimes things take so long that you don't know if you chose the right goal. After books, I set the goal of writing for Bollywood, as I thought they needed writers. I am called extremely lucky, but it took me five years to get close to a release. Frustration saps excitement, and turns your initial energy into something negative, making you a bitter person.How did I deal with it? A realistic assessment of the time involved -movies take a long time to make even though they are watched quickly,seeking a certain enjoyment in the process rather than the end result -atleast I was learning how to write scripts, having a side plan - I had my third book to write and even something as simple as pleasurable distractions in your life - friends, food, travel can help you overcome it. Remember, nothing is to be taken seriously. Frustration is a sign somewhere, you took it too seriously.Unfairness - this is hardest to deal with, but unfortunately that is how our country works. People with connections, rich dads, beautiful faces,pedigree find it easier to make it - not just in Bollywood, buteverywhere. And sometimes it is just plain luck. There are so few opportunities in India, so many stars need to be aligned for you to make it happen. Merit and hard work is not always linked to achievement in the short term, but the long term correlation is high, and ultimately things do work out. But realize, there will be some people luckier than you.Infact, to have an opportunity to go to college and understand this speech in English means you are pretty damm lucky by Indian standards. Let's be grateful for what we have and get the strength to accept what we don't.I have so much love from my readers that other writers cannot even imagine it. However, I don't get literary praise. It's ok. I don't look like Aishwarya Rai, but I have two boys who I think are more beautiful than her. It's ok. Don't let unfairness kill your spark.Finally, the last point that can kill your spark is isolation. As you grow older you will realize you are unique. When you are little, all kids want Ice cream and Spiderman. As you grow older to college, you still are a lot like your friends. But ten years later and you realize you are unique.What you want, what you believe in, what makes you feel, may be different from even the people closest to you. This can create conflict as your goals may not match with others. . And you may drop some of them.Basketball captains in college invariably stop playing basketball by the time they have their second child. They give up something that meant so much to them. They do it for their family. But in doing that, the spark dies. Never, ever make that compromise. Love yourself first, and thenothers.There you go. I've told you the four thunderstorms - disappointment,frustration, unfairness and isolation. You cannot avoid them, as like the monsoon they will come into your life at regular intervals. You just need to keep the raincoat handy to not let the spark die.I welcome you again to the most wonderful years of your life. If someone gave me the choice to go back in time, I will surely choose college.But I also hope that ten years later as well, your eyes will shine the same way as they do today. That you will Keep the Spark alive, not only through college, but through the next 2,500 weekends. And I hope not just you,but my whole country will keep that spark alive, as we really need it nowmorethan any moment in history. And there is something cool about saying -I come from the land of a billion sparks.
Thank You.Chetan Bhagat

Saturday, June 14, 2008

Just 1 plea..













Look into my eyes and then U will know...
how much I love U... they will show...
I cant get the words to tell U what i feel
but lot's and lot's of love for U ....my heart silently conceal...
In front of you.... i can't speak... i don't know why?
May be my feelings are scared and my lips are shy..
But my eyes always try to express.. my love for U...
please learn the language of eyes ...So i can speak to you..

they will tell U... that U dwell within me...
when i close my eyes... You are the only one i see..
they always wish that ur eyes will talk with them...
not only my eyes but i also wish the same...
my eyes want to convey... my feelings are true...
please learn the language of eyes ...So i can speak to you..
when u will learn the language of my eyes
U will know how much I talk... and U will be surprised...
the faster u'll learn... the better for me and U
please learn the language of eyes ...So i can speak to you..

Saturday, June 7, 2008

तू....






आता तू जवळ हवा होतास मी पावसात भिजताना....
किती मजा आली असती सरीवर सरी झेलताना....
छोटे छोटे थेंब मी हातामध्ये साठवून तुझ्यावर फेकले असते..
तुझा हात हातात घेऊन चक्क पावसात नाचले असते..
तुझ्या बाइकवर् बसून आपण दूरवर हिंडलो असतो...
टोचणार्‍या पावसातही आपण मनसोक्त रमलो असतो ...
आता तू हवा होतास मस्त आल्याचा चहा पिताना,
किती मजा आली असती सरीवर सरी झेलताना....

किनार्‍यावर दूरवर आपण चालत गेलो असतो...
मग कुठल्यातरी खडकावर क्षणभर निवांत बसलो असतो...
येणार्‍या त्या लाटांना पाहून काही क्षण घाबरलो असतो..
मग एकमेकांना घट्ट पकडून लाटनाच पाहत बसलो असतो..
आता तू हवा होतास अफाट सागराला पाहाताना,
किती मजा आली असती सरीवर सरी झेलताना....

मोठा पाउस आला की धावत झाडाखाली गेलो असतो...
हिरव्या पानाच्या छत्रीखाली आसार्‍यासाठी थांबलो असतो..
एकमेकांच्या सहवासात आपण सगळ्यानाच विसरलो असतो..
मग घरी जाताना दोघही रुसून शांत झालो असतो...
आता तू हवा होतास मे एकटीच चालताना,
किती मजा आली असती तुझ्या बरोबर चालताना...