Pebbles in the Hourglass

How will I address you?

I am your servant.
I am almost 51 years of age. You are just twenty. Yet I call you "maalik"!

I am your driver.
I have a driving experience for over twenty years. You don't even have a driving license. Where can I drive you "sir"?

I am your employee.
You are the CEO. I am a PhD with 34 years of work experience. Yet I cannot say "no" to my "boss"!


Isn't it wierd how we define age? Isn't it 'wierder' how we implement our age?
"Age is nothing but the number of times you have revoluted around the sun"
And imagine how much we stress on such a simple fact! Some don't talk to their juniors. Some do not express themselves to their seniors. Your dad thinks that you are immature. You think that your grandpa is outdated. One feels awkward to marry a woman elder to himself. One feels out-of-place to marry a guy younger to herself. You have to be minimum 18 years to get a driving license.

All is ok. But is it fool-proof to define age like that? You can be younger, but more matured. more experienced. Is it ok to define seniority by just measuring the number of times you have revoluted round the sun?

I know I left many loop-holes in my thought. But I am not in a mood to debate.
Tomorrow (1st April) I complete one more revolution around the sun.

Love all. Do not judge a person by his or her age. Be free with your 'juniors'. Express yourself to ur 'seniors'. Live life your own way.

EXPECTATIONS-2

Read Vivek’s post on this topic…so decided to say something on this…coz…I thought only comments were not enough…. So this post….

EXPECTATION – a big word… we expect from ourselves, from our friends, from our parents, from loved one…(not to forget about politicians too…we expect from them also after all)… We can never realise, from where these expectations come from… may be , from that very moment when a child born… born with lots of happiness & EXPECTATIONS… sometimes it becomes unbearable coz…sometimes our expectations collided with our parents’…& others… Then comes our friends… we should not forget that everyone is an individual… everyone thinks in a different way… sometimes we expect our friends to do something, but they don’t & vice versa… & problem starts…sometimes we adjust…bcoz no one wants to loose a friend…but…the crack on the glass exists forever…& our loved one…yaa…if we love someone…why do we want to change li’l things in them…sometimes they don’t like something about us… problem starts…& ends in a break off… we expect that he’ll give us the 1st priority… but we forgot he has his family…& friends… so, we can’t expect 100% priority all the time…

I can say that, in my house , my parents what my attention.. yaa they want… & I know that they are my 1st priority… though sometimes it creates pressure on me… but, again they expect these from me… & so.. now a dayz I stopped expecting from anyone,,, why should I expect???... Whenever expectations become high…it started hurting…… may be, some people will call you by different names… just to pinch you… but thatz better than getting hurt… & when our parents, friends & loved one hurt us… unintentionally…but it breaks our heart… as we know…an unknown person can’t hurt us… coz..we have no expectations from them…

Still…we’ll continue expecting… may be, thtz life, thatz hope, thatz relationship..thatz love……..

Lost days

Human beings been rational are mostly concerned about the present.Live in the present......thats what we hear most of the time.In the constant urge to live the present accordingly,most of us knowingly or unknowingly ignore the past.....we seem to forget that it is the past which actually paves the road unto present.And I daresay I've found myself guilty in this issue!

A few days back as I cleaning my cabinet I came across many old greting cards...letters...all of which bears the mark of my Past!They were given by many a school friends......some has remained friend till date,some has left the town,some went to other schools or colleges and some had urned into foe from being friend.But to say it in one sentence I had been overlooking my past in my effort to turn over a new leaf in my life!

I had been a fool to think that past doen't matter ....well it does certainly else we would have come from nowhere!Now I had understood that I really have had some beautiful,wonderful people in my life.....they had come into life....gave me invaluable lessons....gave certain wonderful things to remember and I had been stupid enough in trying to cast away those memories!We have had some wonderful time,shared so many things,had the usual fights.....but I can't deny it that I had a wonderful time.Though there are certainly some memories which I would like to forget,but all these have actually helped me into evolving into the Present Me and howsoever I may try I can't deny this universal fact.

I don't want to prove anything by this but I have rather seen people like who like me has tried to ignore the past or in any tried to avoid the past due some unwanted reason or something too bitter which would be better if forgotten.But I tell you from personal experience the more we try to repress our past the more difficult it is and even when you remember them ,they are very painful for you.The best would be perhaps to keep Past as sort of a guide which would actually show you how far yoou have progressed in your matter of evolution....how far you've developed as a better human being............I seriously don't know what crap i'm scribbling....but one thing I know that if someday I meet those people of my Past I would actually come up and thank them because I truly believe whatever I am today I am because of them and I'm glad they came into my life!

Expectations

Human are the creators of their own destiny. At least that’s what today’s confident people want to believe. Gone are the days when we went on doing our work only because we had to. A farmer’s son had to be a farmer, so for a potter, so for a milkman, so for an engineer & a doctor. But they have grown individual identities, they have learnt to voice their own opinions, frame their own expectations of life.

Expectations are as inherent to our everyday life as soul is to the body. This reflects in everything we do, we think, we dream. Suppose, I want to have an ice-cream. Here what do I expect? I expect my desire to get fulfilled. From expectations lead to desires, desires lead to attachment, and attachment leads to all the miseries of life. But we can’t help it. After all, we are humans. Emotions, passions, desires, attachments, expectations are all the keywords for a human, right?

Sometimes, we think we are wise to hail a “Don’t-care” tag. But no matter how hard you try to push yourself to the edge, but still you want to hang on. Take this: I have a fascination for photography from my childhood. I saved my pocket-money to buy a Kodak KB-20 camera. But later my uncle proposed to give a Nikon automatic camera on the proposal that I give away the former to my sister and let her do what she wants with it. I agreed. But still today when I find that in a miserable condition, covered with dust, I feel a silent pang in my heart. I feel safe when it is with me.

These are all very small things that even don’t matter after awhile. But when it worsens when it comes to the most complicated thing in human life: relationships.

There are a lot of expectations in each and every relationship we have. We expect our friends to be loyal, to respect our sentiments, to keep our privacy, to show us sympathy, to lend a helping hand in times of need, to let us share the unspoken words, to inspire us. Friends make a separate world for us altogether, without them there would be a huge void in each of our lives.

But when it comes to love, the expectations are boundless. At that stage of life, when we are mature enough and have enough strength in our hearts to love, we have already grown some expectations of our life, an image of our dream soul-mate, and also some fundamental opinions and principles in our lives. When it becomes incompatible with the person we’ve fallen for, we cannot change our ways of thinking, instead we try to change the other person!

But here is the fallacy! We love a person when we love everything about him/her. From the way she smiles, she dresses, to the way she itches and burps! If we try to change the person, then it implies that we haven’t completely loved that person. We just have seen the already built ‘image’ of our soul-mate in her, and we try to make the image more pronounced by trying to change her. Seems like she’s just a Barbie in our hand, waiting to be turned into anything we want!

Expectations are all ‘private-properties’. They are to be ‘expected’ only but not to be imposed. If you do not like the person as he/she is, then you never liked him anyway. Let your expectations play at your own garden and don’t let them invade the others’.

KNOCKING YOUR HEART......

I'm waiting
outside of your heart
& hope that
someday i'll be a part
of ur heart

May be i'm just one of many
Oh honey!
letz the sunshine...
be mine...........


I would give u all
I would sacrifice
for you, my love
it felt so nice......

I'm waiting
knocking the door of ur heart
I know,
you'll open the door
&take me inside ur heart...

Durga Unplugged...!

Click to enlarge...

I took almost an year to develop this film... anyways there's no harm in sharing it now! This was taken in my life's first overnight pandal hopping i.e. last year!

Moon

Journal Archives (23^rd May,2005 Monday)

Its nearly twelve now, but not twelve yet. To say the truth, I know that you know I am writing my diary after a long time (to be precise, two months), and I by saying this, am unnecessarily pontificating over an obvious truth.
Through the orifices of the window grill, I come to see the full-moon. It was my first companion. I had watched it since I was of six years. And every time I saw into it I saw a new thing...never did it become boring for me. Its edges are blur - my vision is weak - its reflected aura seems to breathe - twitch with every movement of mine. I bathe in its soft rays. They sink their sharp teeth deep, through every fibre of my soul I feel its bite. The heavy dank wind caresses my hair, and they fall over mine eyes in careless strains. I love solitude. People say I suffer from insanity. I don't. I actually enjoy every bit of it. And every time the moon shows its face to me, I feel that it would have been better if I had been mad after all. I know I am actually being incoherent. But that is how I am. And a night's sleep is all I want - undisturbed by nightmares and unblemished by the realization of truth.

There is darkness outside, if light is all what prevails inside.

No...this is not supposed to be a moral. You will understand me if you sleep beside a window, an open one to be sure. But it maybe that I am the only person knowing this irrevelant fact. Forgive me if I am right.

Truth of the day : If anything just cannot go wrong, it will anyway.

Caricatures

Perhaps,
In some infernal pandemonium
A blind poet, cynical in the bone,
With "morality" jostling
Etched my mind out,
With alarming sincerity
And unsophisitcated placidity.

May be,
Because of this flawless description,
My blemishless beauty boils in a cauldron,
To become plastic,
A plasticine prop for the theatrics.

Or, perhaps,
An insolently irrational Romantic
Painted my eyes hazel brown,
While devinely orgasming,
With interspaced strokes of a pregnant black,
Procreating dollops of intense passion,
Drugging me into facile worlds of wonderwalls,
And a tryst with dear mirror image, which
Casts upon me
An avian euphoria,
Which, like molten metal, finally
Settles into sylvan dreams
And viscous idealism.

Oh it pains,
I can't realise why well enough, though,
When like a cigarette's anticlimax,
I burn out from an ardent orange
To grey, static ash,
When they slap on my visage,
Black and white caricatures
Like a wave mighty indiscriminate.

Or, perhaps,
My words are perusals
Of the clandestine imagination
Of a child in the womb
Of some Aphrodisiac Athena,
Which, in serpentine convolution
Coagulates to the harpischord
The wild wind brings
On a starry, cloudless night.
My shadow dances with the wind...

But, oh!
A numbness creeps into my countenance,
Mowing down my castles into rubble,
Precious, all the same.
My complexity disintegrates
As some Plebian serendipity
Plays notes of unheard, blasphemous sound.

And then, as if my mirror
Were some cleaved blue sapphire
Alchemized into a pristine diamond slab,
My body amalgamates some transcendental fringes
And my thoughts dawdle
Into a river called time
Which flows slowly;
Slowly, only so that I don't forget.

Is it dead or alive? .......not too easy an answer...

i had gone to the Alipur Zoo recently. there i witnessed some of the strangest creatures and their activities. i managed to take snaps osf some of them. here is one of them.....

Enjoying The Story of Life

I love reading books. and specially the stories with a grippy narrative..and nowadays i'm enoying a story more thrilling than any novel and yet it's not from any book. IT's the story of life...

I know being a character of it doesn't always feel very good. but if u once see it from the point of another person's view, u'd be fantasized by it. a story, more greepy than Da Vinci Code, more thrilling than A sheldon novel. totally unexpected turns now and then...but the best quality of this story called life is that it's ceaseless(and when it ends,u won't be there to realize it)....

and currently I'm enjoying the "romance-love-friendship-oh!I'm so confused" chapter of my story....and to be honest, i'm enjoying it highly... but the chapter of "career blues" is really frustrating....
anyway, it's all in the game. and even the best stories has some grumpy pages.....

so!!!!!!!!enjoy the story!!!!!!

Touching 500...

Friday, March 24, 2006 : A day to remember !

Our beloved blog Straight from the Heart has reached its first 500 unique hits with 34 of them on today itself, being the highest so far! It has been also very consistent in the Indian Bloggers Ranks, maintaining an optimal rank of 13-15 all the time through, without having any 'hot/masala' and vulgarity like most of the other blogs in the Top 10. With listings in more than 10 blog directories we can expect the hit-rate to increase continually in the times ahead.

I think is a victory of originality, an inspiration for the natural writers. We have seen some great talents with the pen/paper(read: keyboard/monitor) and also with the lens. I'd like to seize this opportunity to call upon all the inactive members to come forward and contribute, to 'share the unsaid words of your heart' and let your voice be known globally.

Thank you all for your valuable contributions and keep blogging. I just hope that the quality of the posts be maintained as it is now. Let the passions flow unbounded...!
Sincerely,
Vivek

PRINTS OF ELBOWS ON MY BED

I was but a youth and thoughtless,
As all youths are apt to be;
Though I had a Christian mother
Who had taught me carefully.

There came a time when pleasure
Of the world came to allure,
And I no more sought the guidance
Of her love so good and pure.

Her tender admonitions fell
But lightly on my ear,
And for the gentle warnings
I felt an inward sneer.

But Mother would not yield her boy
To Satan's sinful sway,
And though I spurned her counsel
She knew a better way.

She made my room an altar,
A place of secret prayer,
And there she took her burden
And left it in His care.

And morning, noon and evening
By that humble bedside low,
She sought the aid of Him who
Understands a mother's woe.

And I went my way unheeding,
Careless of the life I led,
Until one day I noticed
Prints of elbows on my bed.

Then I saw that she had been there
Praying for her wayward boy,
Who for love of worldly pleasure
Would her peace of mind destroy.

Long the conflict raged within me,
Sin against my Mother's prayers,
Sin must yield - for Mother never
While she daily met Him there.

And her constant love and patience
Were like coals upon my head,
Together with the imprints
Of her elbows on my bed.

And so at last the fight was won,
And I to Christ was led,
And Mother's prayers were answered
By her elbows on my bed.

Great Indian Railways !

The Sound of Music

STANDING IN MY STADIUM

If You've Ever Been In Love...Think back (for some of you this will take longer than others) towhen you met that man/woman that you just knew would be the one.Remember when you realized/admitted to yourself that you lovedhim/her. Now remember how much you wanted to act like you werein a movie, and yell to everyone in the football stadium "I love(fill in the name)!!!!" You told family and friends how perfect hewas. You told your boys how she was just what you were looking for.Well, I told THE LORD I loved Him today. And He said to me, "How much do you love me? You haven't told anyone how good I've been toyou. You haven't shared how perfect my love is. You haven't spreadthe good news that I am always there to listen to your problems. You haven't told your family how I helped you pay your bills whenyou didn't have a high paying job, or how I got you a better one.You didn't tell your boys how I took away that addiction that wouldhave cost you not only your job, but that woman that was just whatyou were looking for. So how much do you really love me? So, I saidI would share with my friends and family (for starters) just howwonderful, perfect, understanding, patient, loving, unselfish, considerate and forgiving GOD really is. He has blessed me with afamily that loves me and friends that I can confide in. But evenmore than that He has saved me from a destruction I couldn't evensee coming. He gave to me the peace of knowing Him and He hasnever broken a promise. Truly He is the best thing that has everhappened to me. And I stand in my stadium today to yell to you all"I love THE LORD!!!"

Survival of the simplest … why struggle for existence!!!

Not a single person is born great. Greats are the circumstances they go through in their life, the challenges they face. Person showing high spirit of thought and action under challenges are counted as greats and their deeds are counted as milestones.

Sometimes people come into your life and you know right away that they were meant to be there to serve some sort of purpose, teach you a lesson or to help you figure out who you are or who you want to become. You never know who these people may be; possibly a roommate, a neighbor, a co-worker, longest friend, lover or even a complete stranger…; but when you lock your eyes with them, you know at that very moment that they will affect your life in some profound way.

Some people come into your and our lives and quickly go. Some people move our souls to dance. They awaken us to a new understanding with the passing whisper of their wisdom. Some people make their shy more beautiful to gaze upon. They stay in our lives for a while, leave footprints in our hearts and, my oh my!!... We are never ever the same.

And sometimes things happen to you that may seem horrible, painful, and unfair at first but in reflection you find that without overcoming those obstacles you would have never realized your potentials, your high-spirits, your will-power. Everything happens for a reason; nothing happens by chance or by means of luck. Every effect follows a reason. It’s now on our part of thought and action to identify that cause-effect relationship. Illness, injury, lost moments of true greatness or even sheer stupidity – all occur to test the limits of your soul, the extent of your patience and endurance. Without these small tests, whatever they may be life would be like smoothly paved, straight, flat road to nowhere. It would be safe and comfortable but dull and utterly objectless, extremely pointless – no motion, no emotion as well. The people you meet who affect your life and the success and downfalls you experience help to create the person who you become.

Even the bad experiences can be learned from. In fact, they are probably the most poignant an important ones. If someone hurts you, betrays you or breaks your heart just forgive them; not because you must be ever-forgiving but because they have helped you to learn about trust and the importance of being cautious when you open up your heart. If someone loves you, love them back unconditionally; not only because they love you but because in a way they are teaching you how to love, be loved and how to open up your heart and eyes together to things that approach you. Treasure the people that you love and don’t be afraid to let them know how much you care.

Make every day count. Appreciate your every moment and take from those moments everything you possibly can for you may never be able to experience it again. Talk to people that you have never talked to before and actually listen. Let yourself fall in love; break free and set your sights high. Hold your head up since you have every right to. Tell yourself you are a great individual and believe in yourself, for if you don’t believe in yourself it would be hard for others to believe in you.

You can make your life anything you desire under the domain of reality. Create your own life. Then go out and live it with absolutely no regrets.

A day out in Kolkata

Hi! How's life? mine's great! today's contribution to this greatness is quite big. i would like to start straight away....

I was in midst of a dream (i dont remember it now!) when i heard faintly my uncle calling me while coming downstairs. i almost like a spring sat up. suddenly i remembered everything ... yesterday in the noon my uncle had announced tht he and me would be going out for a day in kolkata. i dressed myself quickly and got ready. my ma served us breakfast --- bread-butter and banana and tea. i took a cap, hanky and tilakmama took his huge umbrella and digital camera. we went off, atlast, for a tour in Kolkata. it was 7:15 am approx.

we hired a taxi which took us to the Alipur Zoo on my uncle's command. on the way tilakmama decided to show me the National Library. as we entered the small gate, the face of the gatekeeper proved tht we were unwelcome there. we learnt tht before 9pm visitors are not allowed inside. the morning-walkers have passes so tht they can come there to fulfill their purpose. disappointed, we continued our journey to the Zoo. the distance between the two places were quite short, to my surprise. i should make a confession here tht i didnt know tht The Alipur Zoo and the National Library were placed so near. anyways, another awaited us there.....i hope u can guess. yeah ofcourse, the zoo was closed too. tilakmama was very surprised as he didnt expect the animals to be asleep for so long! it was 7 :45am..... ahhhhhhhh!! for a moment i thought tht today's tour would be a wastage. how wrong i was!!! the events following proved it.

i suggested tilakmama, "Ganga-r dhare haoa khete jabe?" he instantly agreed. we caught a taxi and resumed our tour. moments later we saw man trying to stop our taxi for help by waving hands. our taxi stopped, another taxi was standing there in a wretched condition. accident with a truck was the cause... the man was a bit old and with him was his wife. they had to catch a train from Howrah station at 8:30am. we took them in our taxi, they were really grateful. me and tilakmama got down at princep ghat. they thanked us again.

as we entered the gate, i saw tht white buiding standing wide awake! this is the first time i saw
tht. i was a bit xcited and wanted to know the history behind it. tilakmama took out his digi cam and to my utter surprise he asked me to take snaps whenever i like. he handed it over to me....!!! unfortunatey the battery was low ans the cam was not switching on properly.


look ..... to be continued............................................

You are mine...

Search your heart
You will find
I live there…
In your heart
So…
There is nothing you can hide

Search my eyes
There you can’t find me
Coz…
Your image is there
In my eyes
So…
There is nothing I can hide

You are my life
My every breath is for you
I want you to hold me
I can’t let you go…

One thing I can promise
There is no love, like mine
My heart is dying
I wanna be yours
I wanna erase the line…

Oh dear!
Close your eyes
Ask your heart…
It will say
Whom you love…
I know
You’ll find me
Dwelling in your heart

The Fear of Losing...

Have you ever got that sensation in your gut that wants you to give up, and yet you can't? Have you ever faced that situation that makes you crazy everytime you think over it but still you think its better than nothing at all? Have you ever wanted something so badly that sometimes you wish that it was never there, but deep down in your heart you know that this is what you were dreaming of all through your life and you can't live without it?

Well, if you still haven't got it, I'm talking about Love. Sometimes, this can be an infatuation, a crush, or worse: just a physical attraction... but I bet, you wont feel that way in these cases. You'll know when it clicks, you'll know when you meet The One for you, you'll know when her smile wipes off all your worries, all the doubts, all your desparations! It does feel heavenly to live in Paradise, isn't it? (hey gotcha! you cant deny that!)

But here also begins the era of sorrow, of jealousy, of missing like hell... It is completely natural for you to fall for a wonderful person, but it also is equally unnatural that the other person starts feeling the same way you do. You know, Love isn't a Machine that you can turn on or off, you can't force someone's Free Will, you can't make her love you... if she doesn't, then she doesn't... you can do nothing to make her feel... yes, sometimes you can, but only in your sweetest dreams, or the greatest box office hits!

But, the worst situation is when you can't read her mind, her emotions, her ways of thinking. She puts you into a great dilemma... sometimes she makes you feel so special that you write pages of diary with your heart overflowing with soft emotions after a great date. But a week later she behaves such that it wrenches your mind in a condition of torture... you can't take it anymore! The most bad part is when you see her going out with some other guy, that burns you... burns your every part... even your tears start to vapourise, at the same time you are filled with hatred and jealousy and also with a sense of betrayal, cheating. The world you made around her and along with her, starts crumbling down like a house of cards in a gust of wind. You can't help hearing Acid Rock, no matter how much you actually hate them!

Maybe, it wasn't her fault... because she hasn't said a thing, if you remember correctly, it was YOU who did everything... you asked her out and she obliged, you gave her gifts and she accepted, you poured out your heart to her and she listened. But, actually, she did nothing. It was YOU, only YOU in your dreamland! But now its too late... you're doomed... you're emotionally butchered. You are the LOSER!

But knowing all these, you still hang on... you see her, you breathe her, you feel her in every moment, in every place you've gone together, in every music, every book you've shared, in every dish you've tasted... she is dwelling in you, you can do nothing to stop it! It'd be the best if you stop talking, stop seeing her, try to forget her... time IS really the best healer, but you can feel the wound has gone as deep as a bedsore, with its roots deep into your doby, your mind, your soul. It is now a part of you... you can hide it and put up a nice smile in front of everybody, but the every movement you make, you feel it: she's here with you.

As I said, it'd be best if you let go, but you cant, you still live on with a false hope, with a wish... that she'd be your one day... one fine day! You think its better that you're talking and going out right know, although her heart belongs to somebody else... its like drinking the Unicorn's Blood that makes you all black & blue inside, yet its the only thing that you can live on(courtesy: Voldemort, Harry Potter)! Long live hope, long live passions, long live Love. Because, other than these, you're compelled to take a shorter route to peace : SUICIDE !

But the best thing happens in your life when, you know that she DID love you althrough, it wasn't just a dream about her... and YOU had caused yourself so much pain thinking too much of this rubbish... yeah she's yours! ... but this happens rarely... but guys dont give up hope and GET... SET ... LOVE !!

Its all about Love

Well just a few days back I went to one of my friend's home to do joint study as my exams are coming up but as we all know what joint study at friend's house mean.....so we had a good time chatting and discusing about some good old things..... and then she stared telling me about her boyfriend...about how they met...how they conveyed to eachother their feelings .......what problems they faced...the tears the joys the sorrows!At one time she told me,"you know what it doesn't matter if we can't get married later due to any problems......it doesn't matter if he finds someone more deserving than me....what matters is the beautiful time we had spent together....whatever happens I won't be able to forget him...nor the memories we shared!"

Then I realized perhaps thats what Love should be!In love it shouldn't matter if you get reciprocated feelings from that person or not....what matters is the beautiful memories which are going tobe treasured by you all the time.......Just one small glimpse of your loved one....just one look from your loved one....just one touch.....one word....maybe enough to suffice the void!You may feel the pain of not getting your love...but you wil always remeber those very private those very trivial to all but the most treasured to you things you shared!

Thus I'm made to think if the most bautiful gift you get in love is to get the love in return or this unfulfilled wish,this pain, this sorrow, this small but beautiful thingsthat you get in love is? Isn't unfulfilled love made the poem "The Last ride Together" by Robert Browning an immortal one?Isn't the most read romantic books are those where the love remains unfulfilled?Dont know the answer....but can anyone answer me this?

Moving Pyramid

I Have Embedded my name in all my animation so that nobody can say its a FWD from somewhr.Neways Enjoy the moving pyramid.

... Excursion ...

.....
........
And after a long time travelling
I entered a silence …
I entered a freedom from oblivion,
I entered a feeling of winter
by the way the instincts blew…
Seeing the exit from my dreamland
and falling like crystal dew,
Silent and unperceived,
I entered a weightlessness
Where the eyes don’t dare to dream
and the heart don’t dare to desire,
Where instincts kindle away
like the twigs burning in fire …
.. And all the truths call me a liar
And life sings me a satire …
I shouted with voice unheard,
I ran hard with feet unmoved …
…. And after a long time
………. I entered a solitude…

Duars

I took this photo in Duars...

HOPELESS HOPE...

I feel so lonely
Because of you
Every beat of my heart
Beats for you…..

I’m waiting for you
My eyes are searching
May be you are not mine
Still I love you……

The tenants in my head
Need some anger management……
My life has become
A paranormal bunk bed……..

I wanna make you mine
You are my love divine
I have the trust
And I know
Oneday
The sun will shine
When you will be mine......

The Manly Heart

The Manly Heart
---by G.Wither

Shall I, wasting in despair,
Die because a woman's fair?
Or my cheeks make pale with care
'Cause another's rosy are?
Be she fairer than the day
Or the flowery meads in May--
If she be not so to me
What care I how fair she be?

Shall my foolish heart be pined
'Cause I see a woman kind;
Or a well disposed nature
Joined with a lovely feature?
Be she meeker, kinder, than
Turtle-dove or pelican,
If she be not so to me
What care I how kind she be?

Shall a woman's virtues move
Me to perish for her love?
Or her merit's value known
Make me quite forget mine own?
Be she with that goodness blest
Which may gain her name of Best,
If she seem not such to me,
What care I how good she be?

'Cause her fortune seems too high,
Shall I play the fool and die?
Those that bear a noble mind
Where they want of riches find,
Think what with them they would do
Who without them dare to woo;
And unless that mind I see,
What care I though great she be?

Great or good, or kind or fair,
I will ne'er the more despair:
If she love me, this believe,
I will die ere she shall grieve;
If she slight me when I woo,
I can scorn and let her go;
For if she be not for me,
What care I for whom she be?

A Certain Smile ...

Kiss was not only my velvety desire
But also a bliss …
… from the above, through the eyes,
Eyes,… that were magical
And the sight was a spell
…… reaching me the hell.
As my soul tried to reach her’s
… I trembled and quaked;
Thousands of priorities were lost,
… hellish desires captured me;
As we watched each other
… for a while,
… … for a certain smile.

Si Lee

1. Favorite vegetable
* Mu Lee

2. Favourite Lunch
* Tha Lee

3. What happens to the theatre once a Bruce Lee movie is over?
* Kha Lee

4. Bruce Lee's sister-in-law's name?
* Saa Lee

5. Favorite Breakfast
* Id Lee

6. Favourite festival
* Diwa Lee

7. Favorite Actress
* Sona Lee

8. Favorite Music
* Qawa Lee

9. Most interesting job?
* Coo Lee

10. When did Bruce Lee die?
* Fina Lee

11. How did Bruce Lee die?
* With a Go Lee

12. Favorite hill station
* Kulu Mana Lee

13. Nick name?
* Mawa Lee

14. Favorite Hindi movie?
* Gharwa Lee Baharwa Lee

15. Favourite cricketer?
* Saurav Gangu Lee

16. Favourite Pet
* Bil Lee

17. Favourite Passtime
* Khuj Lee

18. Bathing Place
* Na Lee

19. Sab Maaro
* Taa Lee

20. Mat Do
* Ga Lee

THE MOST IMPORTANT BODY PART

My mother used to ask me what is the most important part of the body and through the years I would take a guess at what I thought was the correct answer. When I was younger I thought sound was very important to us as humans so I said my ears mommy. She said "No, many people are deaf. But you keep thinking about it and I will ask you again soon."

Several years passed before she asked me again. Since my last attempt I contemplated a correct answer. So I told her "Mommy, sight is very important to everybody, so it must be our eyes." She looked at me and told me that I was learning fast but the answer is not correct because there are many people who are blind.

Stumped again I continued my quest for knowledge and over the years she asked me a couple more times and always the same answer "No. But you are getting smarter every year my young child."

Then last year my Grandpa died. Everybody was hurt. Everybody was crying. Even my father cried. I remember that especially because it is only the second time I saw him cry. My Mom looked at me when it was our turn to say our final good-bye to Grandpa. She asked me "Do you know the most important body part yet my son?" And I was shocked she asked me this now. I always thought this was a game between her and me. She saw the confusion on my face and told me "This question is very important. It shows that you have really lived in your life. For every body part you gave me in the past I have told you that it was wrong and given you an example why. But today is the day you need to learn this important lesson."

She looked down at me like only a mother can. I saw her eyes well up with tears. She said, "Son the most important body part is your shoulder." Was it because it held up my head? She replied, "No, because it can hold the head of a friend or loved one when they cry. Everybody needs a shoulder to cry on sometime in life my son. I only hope that you have enough love and friends that you will always have a shoulder to cry on when you need it." Then and there I knew the most important body part was not selfish, it was sympathetic to the pain of OTHERS.

You are a friend and whenever you want you can cry on my shoulder!!! People will forget what you said. People will forget what you did, but People will never forget how you made them feel.

LOVE and FRIENDSHIP ...

It’s just meaningless to compare love and friendship. Both of them are best among their standpoints….

… if love is more charming, friendship evaluates its charm…
… love is more sensitive but friendship makes us sensible…
… love gives instinctive pleasure, friendship is the most pleasurable instinct…
… love gives silent nights, friendship gifts a day full of fun and frolic…


friendship is wind;
love is breeze…

friends love each other;
lovers are each other’s best friends…

in friendship tears are wiped out;
In love tears inundates our heart and makes it the more fertile…

friendship is like a pot created by a potter assembling all his experience and aesthetic sense; Love is nothing but that pot filled with nectar…

love goes far making loneliness a comfortable one;
Friendship can eradicate all loneliness…

direct dil se dil tak jane wala pehli baat..

Relations are not always inborn. Often inborn relations don’t prove as charming and meaningful as some “made” relations do. In my life I feel this most profoundly…

Frankly speaking, friends have always been something God-gifted, something unparallel to me. Like the gentle dew that falls unseen and unheard but yet brings to blossom the entire floral world has been the effect of this relation on me… slowly and silently it produced me as I am today,.. and as you find me today. If you take my example you must believe that friendship is a great creator…

Faith of a Child

The father, a well digger,
strong was he,
And as loving and kind
as a father could be.

And Mary his daughter,
Just five years old,
Was very much dearer
than millions in gold.

To Mary her father
was big, grand and nice,
So each had a treasure,
beyond any price.

One day to the well,
little Mary was sent
To take daddy's lunch,
how gladly she went.

But when she looked down,
not a thing could be seen.
The well, like a pocket,
was dark as could be.

The father saw Mary
and heard her voice, too,
But made not a sound,
just to see what she'd do.

She dropped to her knees,
the dear little soul,
And called down, "Oh, Daddy,
are you down this hole?"

"Why, yes Mary darling,
I'm here at your feet,
Just drop my lunch
for I'm ready to eat.

Just let it go easy,
I'll catch it all right."
She did and she saw
it fall out of sight.

"Why Mary," said father,
"There's enough here for two,
Now this is the thing
I would like you to do.

You jump down here to me
and we'll eat it together,
Down here in the cool
and away from the weather."

"Oh, daddy, I'm afraid,
I can't see you at all,
Be sure now you catch me
and don't let me fall."

'Twas just for a moment
she wavered in doubt,
Then closing her dear
little eyes she jumped out.

In the darkness, yes,
that was the test,
She trusted in faith
At her father's request.

And both were so happy
he kissed her and smiled
Because of the sweet
trusting faith of his child.

"Oh, sweet little Mary,
you put me to shame,
How often my Father
Has called me the same,

But because it was dark
I turned back in doubt.
Refusing the call,
though his arms were stretched out.

love- passion -gny(last part)

Love in todayz world. Wow! The biggest joke… todayz youth have lost the essence of love… they know what is love… but actually there is no way out for them… even if they feel for someone, most of the time the other one doesn’t reciprocate that. In love, this is tough to accept defeat… so, t hide our pains we find our happiness in some other activities… we start spending time with more & more people of opposite sex….That is- flirting… but why???... Did anyone ever tried to find out the reason? This is so easy to blame someone…

The biggest pain on this earth is, as I said, the pain of a broken heart. Love starts with heart, but when it goes away from you, it doesn’t even matter how hard you tried……

“Friendship often ends in love;
But love in friendship???
NEVER…”

This is the toughest part. To continue friendship with your ex…

But the most critical part according to me is, when you fall in love with a friend, that time a fear starts growing… fear of loosing that friend… then we start thinking, what will happen if you disclose our secret of mind? What’ll happen if that friendship comes to an end? What will happen if that friend rejects me? & in this whole thinking process (which took more time to process than even pentium1) goes on & on & on… One day finally we saw that person with someone else, planning great & greater things…

May be, that’s life… yah, this is life… so, we are all acting on the stage. Trying to love others… but is it really possible? No, itz not. We’ve nobody to blame. If we can blame anyone, that’s ourselves. But why should we blame ourselves? If we love someone, we love them. & after all we love them… & love is not a crime after all… thatz why we continue loving our love.

Only one thing I can say…

“Crawling in my skin
These wounds they will not heal,
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real
There is something inside me that pulls beneath the surface

Confusing, confusing
The lack of self control I fear is never ending,
Controlling,
I can’t seem
To find myself again

My walls are closing in
Without a sense of confidence,
I’m convinced that there’s just too much pressure to take.
I’ve felt this way before
So insecure…….”

Why do I love you? Why do we love? Why do we fall in love with them who doesn’t even care for us? Why do we love them to whom our presence doesn’t even matter? Still we love them from the core of our heart & people said we the youth don’t know the meaning of love? I know the meaning… I’m sure we all know the meaning… my only fault is…if I can call it a fault… I’ve chosen the wrong person… but I’ve no regret… as I said love is not a crime… so I love that person & will continue do so… no matter whatz going on in his personal life… coz he can never realise my feelings… coz… I already said may be I don’t exist for him… but for me that person is too precious to loose as a friend…though I know… even if he read this article that will make no change to him… so… Now itz proved that we know love… we have feelings… & pains too… & most of all we are not heartless…

graffiti

it's written in the wall of presi gym.........

"reality is an illusion, caused by lack of imagination"

Introducing Domain Name for SFTH ...

The new domain / web-address of : Straight from the Heart ! :

www.heart.co.nr

Holi Greetings

YOU........

You
Came into my life
And turned it to heaven;
With happiness and joy;
In my mindz garden……

Where did you go?
I don’t know;
But without you;
That heaven becomes hell
So, I’m ringing the bell;
I want you to hear,
Please come here,
My dear…….

I’m playing with thunder;
So tired….
Want to die;
I can’t wait for a wonder……

I’m waiting…
Waiting for you;
My life is you
So, I can’t die;
And I don’t know why;
Why do I love you;
You, you and only you……

HOLI........IN MY LIFE

HOLI.......the festival of colors.......but.....I don't play holi.......mom is against it...but few years ago played holi with my full family....with uncle, cousin & everyone....that was the best holi ever...the meaning of colors...itz not only a festival.....every color has itz own meaning.....but...now a days...xams & all tose things....so holi has lost itz glory...but still i think if we can play holi with all... that gives us a pleasure.....a wormth......but today i saw....students are busy about their board exams & all those exams....so..they are not happy.....but...everyone wants to say HOLI HAY

Holi !! Has it lost its true spirit!!

Holi is the most colorfull festival known to me!! The evry colors of life come out to ther fullest during this time!! But it apperently seems from my experience of yesterday and today that it is losing its true innosence!!

Yesterday: My mid semester exams were finally over and I was happy to let loose all of my tensions. I went towards the college hostels to do a bit of chatting and playing multiplayer games. On the way we saw a bunch of guys were really making a hell out of holi. The air was filled up with colord dust and the guys were really happy. Assesing the situation we went off road and walked through the grounds to reach the hostel. On reaching the hostel the inevitable happended and i was actulay colord up to an extent i cant actually express in words. I was happy actually to fight back and color up some of my frends. The mood was festive then somebody asked me if I wanted a bottle of liquor. I asked him why do you need to have that as we are alrady having lots of fun. His reply was "Holir dine ektu mal ganja na hole chole".

Today: I watching down from the verandah a and a group of local guys wre playing holi and having fun!! From ther talking i understood that they have brought food from home and were plaing to have a feast in the local park!! A guy was singing and playing an empty water drum!! A cople were dancing infront of him. The environment was really festive. Suddenly a police van stopped nearby
and a couple of policemen came down. After some time the environment became kind a warzone. I understood that a couple of guys were really drunk and had talked trash to the police.

Holi is supposed to be for all!! Its as Vivek sayed for the both sex of humans!! But is that really true?? I have seen really few girls come out doring holi to play!! And theres a good reason to that!! People are getting really more animalistic !! They are losing their humane qualities really fast!!

All these facts lead to a very depressing conclusions!!
I Holi Really losing its spirit??

Hello

Hi! i am here. hope u ppl are all fine. i am just great!! my exams have finished at last. i am soo happy. happy holi to everyone ! i think i am the youngest member here ...again!! i wud post here some of the drawings of mine. hope u would like them.

Hiya

The Quilt

As I faced my Maker at the last judgment, I knelt before the Lord along with all the other souls. Before each of us laid our lives like the squares of a quilt in many piles.

An Angel sat before each of us sewing our quilt squares together into a tapestry that is our life. But as my angel took each piece of cloth off the pile, I noticed how ragged and empty each of my squares was. They were filled with giant holes. Each square was labeled with a part of my life that had been difficult, the challenges and temptations I was faced with in everyday life. I saw hardships that I endured, which were the largest holes of all.

I glanced around me. Nobody else had such squares. Other than a tiny hole here and there, the other tapestries were filled with rich color and the bright hues of worldly fortune. I gazed upon my own life and was disheartened. My angel was sewing the ragged pieces of cloth together, threadbare and empty, like binding air.

Finally the time came when each life was to be displayed, held up to the light, the scrutiny of truth. The others rose, each in turn, holding up their tapestries. So filled their lives had been.

My angel looked upon me, and nodded for me to rise. My gaze dropped to the ground in shame. I hadn't had all the earthly fortunes. I had love in my life, and laughter. But there had also been trials of illness, and death, and false accusations that took from me my world as I knew it.

I had to start over many times. I often struggled with the temptation to quit, only to somehow muster the strength to pick up and begin again. I spent many nights on my knees in prayer, asking for help and guidance in my life. I had often been held up to ridicule, which I endured painfully, each time offering it up to the Father in hopes that I would not melt within my skin beneath the judgmental gaze of those who unfairly judged me. And now, I had to face the truth. My life was what it was, and I had to accept it for what it was.

I rose and slowly lifted the combined squares of my life to the light. An awe-filled gasp filled the air.

I gazed around at the others who stared at me with wide eyes. Then, I looked upon the tapestry before me. Light flooded the many holes, creating an image, the face of Christ.

Then our Lord stood before me, with warmth and love in His eyes. He said, "Every time you gave over your life to Me, it became My life, My hardships, and My struggles. Each point of light in your life is when you stepped aside and let Me shine through, until there was more of Me than there was of you.

My prayer is that all our quilts be threadbare and worn, allowing Christ to shine through.

Love...Passion....Gen Y Part II

Just a few weeks bck I watched the movie"Rang de Basanti".....Infact I know many of you have watched this movie and had the urge to do something......well it happened with me too....and in a kind of josh I sent a SMS for help for Jessica Lal case,talked about it,followed every bits of news for the Jessica Lal case..........and thats it!Thats it!Thats what an inspired Gen Y gal like me did!Then I realized I had done nothing....it wasn't something great.......infact I am not doing anything extraordinary....just blindly following the trend!

Is this is what the tag line of Rang de Basanti means....Generation Awakens!!Are we awake!NO we aren't!It was the youth which was once the pulse of the pre independent India...it was the Will,Determination and Courage of the youth which was the main foundation of the freedom of India......then what happened today!

I would rather say it's not only the influence of easy life style from the west....also lack of any role model!In these days who are our role models....Cricketers or Filmstars!How many of us have A P J Kalam as our role model....a Kalpana Chawla for a role model?The cause is the real lack of those poeple who would pose as the ideal rolemodel in front of us.A person who will inspire us to strive for Excellence......who would ask us to "Arise Awake and stop not till the goal is reached!"We are confused bunch of kids who in absence of real role models vainly try to emmulate some rather glamourous personalities!

One request I would like to make to you people....why dont we instead of complaining for absence of role models try to become role models ourselves....Maybe in this pursuit we may not have success....but atleast our children won't be able to complain like us!Let us try to get a better future for the future generation!

"abhi abhi hua yakeen
ke aag hain mujh main kahin
huyi subah main jaal gaya
suraj ko main niggal gaya!"

The Colours of Life !

Imagine a scene without colours.......

Hey! You did! Then you must be lying! Because it is impossible to even imagine something without colours. Even darkness has its typical colour. Now you'll try to say that something abstract like 'Love', 'Jeaslousy', 'Sorrow' doesn't have a colour...but, hey loser. think again, because here they are : LOVE JEALOUSY SORROW !

So you see, colours are everywhere, but its us who fail to notice. All the human senses are inter-dependant, each one can be related with the others. I can go as far as to say that each colour has its smell and taste and vice-versa ! Because I feel it. I feel life is a river, that moves on and on.... it can never come to a standstill, if it does, then either it overflows the obstruction and finds another way of flow, or else DIES. But it never stands still. Colours are like the fishes in the river, Sound is the soothing and continous music of the flowing waters and Taste is the feeling of a mouthful of cool pure water after a long walk under he sun. They all combine to give us the true picture of the river, of Life. Today, we celebrate the Colours of Life!

I remember the day in my childhood when I saw the people on the day of Holi/Dol, walking on the street with faces like aliens, some red, some black, some silver. I've seen them struggling with each other to escape from the mischievous hands of their friends, who make sure that he doesn't have even have a mole on his skin that hasn't been drenched in colours. To tell the truth, I felt very scared. I did never go out in the street that day... I just watched them from my veranda or the roof... those 'creatures' in pitiable and lauhgable states! But somehow, I did miss to take part!

Today, by the rule of nature, which says : "Everything that has a beginning, must end." my friends are no longer here. Either they have changed the residence, or they've formed other groups or else busy with other things. Once, not a single part of our para street was colourless, and now...and now would hardly see a patch of coloured water lying here and there! The whole area seems tobe somewhat deserted, somewhat colourless, somewhat lifeless.

Now I understand. Holi isn't only a day to make your friends' day in the bathroom very tough, but its a day of union, its a day of celebration... celebration of love, celebration of attachment, celebration of Life! Its a day when everyone, breaking the barriers of age, sex and status, come down on the same street, under the same sun and sky, and celebrate happiness. You'd hardly see a person crying on this day, no matter how much drenched he is. At first, maybe, the person who is very reluctant to bear the colour stains on his neatly ironed shirt or nice saree, is very cross when he gets stained. But then, knowing there's nothing to lose, he jumps into the scene and participates in making the others stained... stained with love, with joy, with life. This's how contagious happiness is. You start to smile and you make everyone inspired to do the same! You start to love, and others start loving you. Maybe you're not Manmohan Singh or Abdul Kalam or even a dada of the para, but still you've enough potential to make things change, change for the better... and make this place a better place to live in!

So what are you waiting for ? RANG DE BASANTI !!!

India Rising !

The story of changing india !

check this Video

The Echo Of Life

A man and his son were walking in the forest. Suddenly the boy trips and feeling a sharp pain he screams, "Ahhhhh."

Surprised, he hears a voice coming from the mountain, "Ahhhhh."

Filled with curiosity, he screams, "Who are you?" but the only answer he receives is: "Who are you?"

This makes him angry, so he screams, "You are a coward!" and the voice answers, "You are a coward!"

He looks at his father asking, "Dad, what is going on?"

"Son," he replies, "pay attention!" Then he screams, "I admire you!".
The voice answers, "I admire you!" .
The father shouts, "You are wonderful!" and the voice answers, "You are wonderful!"
Then the father explains "People call this 'ECHO' but truly itis 'LIFE!'.

Life always gives you back what you give out! Life is a mirror of your actions. If you want more love, give more love!

If you want more kindness, give more kindness! If you want understanding and respect, give understanding and respect. If you want people to be patient and respectful to you, give patience and respect! This rule of nature applies to every aspect of our lives." Life always gives you back what you give out. Your life is not a coincidence, but a mirror of your own doings.

Love... passion...Gen-Y

“Hey Ria, wanna go for a date dear? Sorry Amit…. Actually Rohit is my date…what about tomorrow sweet heart?”

These are GEN Y…Generation next… for them love is nothing but spending time with more & more people of opposite sex…( obviously there are exceptions)…. These is becoming a craze… Heart is nothing but a organ for them… Passions… Relationship…commitments… these words just don’t exist in their dictionary…. Today most of the guys are looking for so called sexy(yaa..your eye is perfectly ok..& you are reading the right word) girls when it comes to dating…. Who can give them some so called pleasure… they don’t look for them who can give them support.. who’ll be there with them at any probs…& girls are looking for rich & richer guys…yah…love can’t be platonic only…&…itz true that love will die…if there is no money….but these are all…secondary….where is the big word LOVE??? … often I’m seeing my friends getting involved into relationships with different girls or guyz… I’ve seen persons who are interested in sex only without any responsibilities….or commitments….

Yaa… I’m also included in GEN Y… &… I can’t say that I’m an exception or anything like that…. I now what these things are…. &..we call all these as “HAPPENING THINGS”… but how happening we are actually?... sometimes our parents can’t able to understand what al these ENTERTAINMENT is all about…..

THIS IS THE QUESTION….ARE WE REALLY HAPPY??????????

Trust me…..we’re not…we just pretend to be happy…. Everywhere we face competition….. Even in case of love……this is the second point of this article…LOVE………..

Sometimes we ourselves failed to realize when we fall in love with someone… &..that is also someone whom you never thought you can fall in love with that person… he/ she could be a friend… when for some reason you are feeling down…or emotionally you are devastated …he/ she stood beside you…. You that time need a friend.. & shoulder to cry on & that person was there…. Still we think this is nothing….. that person is not good.. or judge them by the number of affairs of that person…. But LOVE FOLLOWS NO RULES……..

“You can never decide in love…………..
It just happens to you………………”

So, may be… you are yet not serious about it… just like me…. But while reading this article… I request you to press the search button of your heart & find that person… who is the ultimate one you are searching for….. who stands beside you without any conditions….. Selflessly….. search that person in your mind,,,,,, coz, may be that person is there in any disguise which you can’t identify……..

And do it fast….. coz, in my life, when I pressed that search button.. the page was expired….. he wasn’t there for me… &…today he is the star in someone else’s sky…not in my sky… if I pressed that search button li’l earlier & expressed him my mind… he could be mine… …& trust me…this is the toughest part… we GEN Y…. can say anything, can confide anything to our near & dear one, but can’t able to express a simple thing…

We are happy yet unhappy……
We show off our affairs (which are not serious)….but hide our broken heart & real love
Sometimes itz so painful…. Much more painful than even diseases….

REQUEST:-
(****this is an imaginary article…. May be…you don’t agree with the contents of this article…. Don’t take these comments personally……. ****)

Classic Definitions & Cool Meanings!

1. Cigarette :
A pinch of tobacco rolled in paper with fire at one end & a fool at the other.

2. Love affairs :
Something like cricket where one-day internationals are more popular than a five day test.

3. Marriage : It's an agreement in which a man loses his bachelor degree and a woman gains her master.

4. Divorce : Future tense of marriage

5. Lecture :
An art of transferring information from the notes of the lecturer to the notes of the students without passing through "the minds of either".

6. Conference :
The confusion of one man multiplied by the number present.

7. Compromise :
The art of dividing a cake in such a way that everybody believes he got the biggest piece.

8. Tears :
The hydraulic force by which masculine will-power is defeated by feminine water-power ..

9. Dictionary :
A place where divorce comes before marriage.

10. Conference Room :
A place where everybody talks, nobody listens & everybody disagrees later on.

11. Ecstasy :
A feeling when you feel you are going to feel a feeling you have never felt before.

12. Classic :
A book which people praise, but do not read.

13. Smile :
A curve that can set a lot of things straight.

14. Office :
A place where you can relax after your strenuous home life.

15. Yawn :
The only time some married men ever get to open their mouth.

16. Etc. :
A sign to make others believe that you know more than you actually do.

17. Committee:
Individuals who can do nothing individually and sit to decide that nothing can be done together.

18. Experience :
The name men give to their mistakes.

19. Atom Bomb:
An invention to end all inventions.

20. Philosopher :
A fool who torments himself during life, to be spoken of when dead.

21. Diplomat :
A person who tells you to go to hell in such a way that you actually look forward to the trip.

22. Opportunist :
A person who starts taking bath if he accidentally falls into a river.

23. Optimist :
A person who while falling from Eiffel Tower says in midway "See I am not injured yet."

24. Pessimist :-
A person who says that O is the last letter in ZERO, Instead of the first letter in word OPPORTUNITY.

25. Miser :
A person who lives poor so that he can die rich.

26. Father :
A banker provided by nature.

27. Criminal :
A guy no different from the rest... except that he got caught.

28. Boss :
Someone who is early when you are late and late when you are early.

29. Politician :
One who shakes your hand before elections and your Confidence after.

30. Doctor :
A person who kills your ills by pills, and kills you with his bills.


31. Computer Engineer : One who gets paid for reading such Meanings and definitions.

Hmm....

u too vivek??& at a time when I myself am trying hard to quit it(almost succeeded I must say)..My friendly advice:-"Stay Away From Smoking(or for that matter any kind of addiction)....

Cheers & Long Live!!

Ps:-btw,isn't anybody going to congratulate me on waking up & making my first post?(he he..just kidding :p )

Take Care.

My first White Stick : Part 2

THE STORY (contd...) :
In general, I am a little shy! That day when I made The Decision and went out boldly at the pan-shop just beside the Alipore Zoo, I felt a little gurgling in my stomach ;) ... taking over me. However, I kept my cool and tried to be a 'natural'.

I said, "A Gold Flake please." (This name came to me as it was the most popular and regular 'diet' of my college friends). He handed me over the White Stick and I gave him a 2 rupee coin. Then again, acting as a natural, I said, "Dada, where's the fire please?" He handed me over a matchbox.

I lighted a match, held it at the end of the stick (yuck! the filter tastes bad) and oh my gosh, the white wont burn! (It never occurred to me that at the same time firing it, I should've sucked it!) The shopkeeper had assumed that I had managed to do it and took away the box. Embarrassed, I stood staring at the burnt end and then at the shop-keeper!

Hm... by this time the man knew I was a 'beginner' ! He lighted the next match himself and held it at the end. This time I made no mistake, I kept on sucking hard till atleast 1cm of it had been burnt. But, what a tremendous series of coughs, huffs & puffs I had! I kept on coughing and moved away from him to avoid further embarrassment! I moved on to the 230 Bus Stand and tried to concentrate ;)

Now I had another problem... no matter how much I suck, no smoke came out of my mouth. I gave out a wide fooooooo after sucking in, but no smoke :( I was rather confused !! Anyways, I assumed that something had come into my mouth after each suction and though I could feel nothing, I tried to gulp it down. This time, Hurrah! some smoke did come out of my nose (but still none from the mouth) ... anyways, I didn't give up hope and played the nosy game for some time, but the damned stick wont get finished.

Next I tried another trick... I tried to 'inhale' (that's what my friends say they do while smoking), so after sucking I tried to breathe in through the mouth. But wait! I had a tremendous pain in my chest, followed by another series of coughs, huffs & puffs !! Some people around did actually notice me doing something 'strange'... anyways I chose to ignore them and continue. Now I badly wanted this to finish!

Then I hurriedly kep on sucking, and without any smoke coming out. After sometime, when the thing got very small (touched the label), I got bored and decided to give up... I just threw it away (though now I repent that I should've kept it as a memoir/momento!). My whole mouth was filled in a very horribly bitter taste, two of my fingers smelt awefully bad and I was very apprehensive yet somewhat excited! I got a Chlor-Mint to freshen my breath and headed for the bus, with that aweful pain in my chest.

EPILOGUE :
After all this, I deecided at the spot, that, well... I still preferred Ice Cream over that damned stick and had no intention to have a go again... bless the pain in the chest! I headed for the British Council Library, raring to share the experience with someone, and I did post the first part from there!

The Boulevard by Night

The wind was a torrent
Of coquettish whispers...
Its mantle swathing me
In a gentle embrace,
Embossing memories
Of your doting hand
Which trod upon my scalp...
A gestation of myriad jamborees
Vivid, in my closed eyes...
With a sigh
And then a smile.

I serenade aloud
For the titillating wind
To whisper in your ears
That I crave you.
That I crave you
By music and star-lit darkness
Of this prolific night,
To celebrate my love
And hear you giggle softly.

I serenade with passion
To herald my love
And to let you know
That I crave your eyes.
That I crave your eyes
To let my hazel eyes
Spell out my phantasms
In an unequivocal brandish.

I serenade in joy,
Pleasantly flustered by memories,
That I crave your voice.
That I crave your voice,
By the silence
Of this stark naked night,
To intoxicate me
And make me laugh,
Like a loon in a lonely night

The Jars...

The preacher placed two identical jars on the table next to the pulpit.He quoted 1 Samuel 16:7 'The Lord does not look at the things man looksat. Man looks at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at theheart"These jars came from the same factory, were made of the same materials,and can hold the same amount. But they are different, he explained.Then he upset one and it oozed out honey. He turned over the other, andvinegar spilled out. "When a jar is upset, whatever is in it comes out.Until the jars were upset, they looked alike. The difference was within,and could not be seen. When they were upset, their contents wererevealed.Until we are upset we put on a good front. But when we are upset, wereveal our innermost thoughts and attitudes, for "out of the abundanceof the heart his mouth speaks ( Luke 6:45)What if someone tipped you over today ??What would flow out ??Would you reveal the "honey" of grace and patience, or the "vinegar" ofanger and sarcasm ??"Above all, love each other deeply, because love covers over a multitudeof sins" (1 Peter 4:8)Have a terrific day knowing that the one who upsets you may be justlooking for some honey.

A short story

Walking accross the small streets of the city , I chanced upon a look. A look which could turn into a saving grace. I never looked back , I never hesitated.I wished I had not seen the moon tonight , it scared me . It scared me out of my skin.

It was sure the lunatic was playing tricks in my brain, it seemed unusually hot.I wanted to scream, for so no reason at all. There was graphiti's written on the shabby walls that spoke of nothing.

The walk seemed endless.Breaking free was an option, going back was another.The frame was freezed, the sense of contemplation creeped into the mind.The trick of the lunatic had taken effect.

Shiny new cars moved past me. There was smoke all around , it seemed a war had been unleashed.Blood seemed to be boiling.There was only one face that came my mind. He had only a single word to say if he had to die now.What were those words actually he thought to himself, he wondered that it has been a while he had thought seriously.

I forgot that it was the same me who I was referring as he.Interesting I thought of myself.I seemed to be standing on top of a mountain alone. I was a stone , a stone unmoved but cut by the sharp winds and flowing rain.Unforgiven, relentless fortunes speak as I keep quiet.In search of truth I meditate. Till then long live revolution.

This isn’t a tale of derring-do, nor is it merely some kind of ‘cynical account’; it isn’t meant to be, at least. It’s a chunk of two lives running parallel for a while, with common aspirations and similar dreams

Let the world change you and you can change the world

My First 'White Stick' : Part 1

PROLOGUE :
The little white sticks ... they say are very addictive! The only time I remember having one, in fact, forced to have one was when I was 6/7 years old. Tilakmama's best-friend Dipakmama, gave me a taste. I remember choking and smoke gushing out of my nose, tears from my eyes and wind from my ears! From that day onwards I had no intention ever to try once more again. In fact I cannot even tolerate passive smoking, though I lash out rarely in general, but I do show utter disgust with my facial expression. As for friends, I continually try to discourage the habit, though in vain!

THE STORY :

Today, though a Wednesday, was like a typical Thursday...my Chillout Day of the Week! I had gone to bed at 3am yesterday night after watching Transporter 1 & 2 . Today morning mom woke me up with a rude thumping on the door at 9am. Then I took no risk to see 'The Exorcist' at night ;) and tried it out in shining daylight. But I found it wasn't scary at all :( The Ring did really kick the shit out of me instead. Anyways, back to the topic, I did have a lethargic morning, had my lunch and was out for the photo-session! Hey! Make no mistake, I'm not into modelling, it was just a shoot for the Voter's ID Card ;)

Anyways, I had a long walk to the National Library from my house. Then stood on the line from 2pm to 4:30pm! Oh! Bless the decision that I brought a story book (No-Honnote by Maitreyi Devi) and read it all the while.

After the utter chaos and confusion, pushing and suffocating crowd, I took to the Library canteen and had 2 vegetable chops and 2 cups of tea (and all for 5 bucks with tea at 50p per cup!). After that I admired the place, the green fields, the silence and solitude of the place with h-u-g-e trees and plants for sometime.

At that moment, I was missing someone, anyways, I felt like doing something exciting...was in a mood of an adventure... but what'd it be? The idea flashed like a lightening...why not try the little white stick?! ;)

I also felt apprehensive for sometime for even considering to do this...but however, I was somewhat sure, that being a Big Boy it wont hurt much. Arreh! C'mon! I'm almost 21 yrs old and I havent tasted that damned stick ever. I dont know what drove me to do this, but I decided to do it: To go for the stick intentionally for the First Time in my Life!

And what an experience I had !! (to be continued...)