Passing by those murky lanes filled with the fragrance of desire
Echoing voices loathing the ever-burning lover’s pyre
The last words written on the walls of the infamous street
The chained souls died apart and longed to meet
Passing by those murky lanes, warned by the restless passers-by
Never to pass the limit and let my desires die
Forbidden desires are all I have to live for
Not ashamed of being beaten, stoned or called a whore
If death is the only answer of my love to survive
Let another lover burn of being a love deprive
Passing by those murky lanes, listening to the hymns of peace
The humans, animals and “love-haters” enchanted by peace
Enraged with disbelief, questioning the existence of peace
Will there be peace if at all the love is allowed to cease??
The twilight bewitched brightened the walls of the infamous streets
A second tale was written of the lover who never meets
Lying unfazed, numb, breathless, they vow to die
Only to narrate the tale to every lover who crosses the streets
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
A Writer Speaks….err… Writes
A Writer can be an inspiration, bring revolution or be a source of controversies. A Writer can originate from a single mind or represent innumerable voices. The status quo of a Writer is always questioned, for a Writer deserves laurels or someone who is just spoken of and then forgotten. A Writer irks the nerves of the readers, makes them sit, think and notice of things that are ignored by them in a day-to-day life, in short, a writer re-writes the missed experiences of its readers, gives them a chance to think and react.
I have been writing since childhood; have evolved from being a childish to a thoughtful writer. When I first wrote a poem during my 5th standard, people around me appreciated my efforts though it was nothing more than a meaningless rhyming of vowels and consonants but then when I write today, it’s a different ballgame altogether. More than appreciation, its recognition, recognition of my thought process, recognition of my views and opinions and recognition of a person called “Ashutosh”. I, like thousand of writers who have still not made a name in this field and can certainly not be tagged as the prolific ones, still manage to grab some eyeballs. As it’s truly said, for every writer, it has its own audience. Someone who writes love letter, there is a lover to read the passion filled words. Someone who writes songs of freedom, there is a follower who makes it as an anthem and then there are people, who write for themselves.
Our society would not have been called a “Society” without Writers!!! They are the ones who teach, preach and inculcate beliefs, superstitions, morality, religion and life to be specific. Writers are more than someone with a pen and paper; they are the people who drive a nation. A nation which always needs fodder for thought, writers can be influential creatures, influencing not only a nation but a civilization in itself.
This piece of write-up is a tribute to all those writers,who believe in writing…That reminds me a song of Enrique, tweaked to fit this piece of writing..
“You can run, you can hide but can’t escape my Writing “
I have been writing since childhood; have evolved from being a childish to a thoughtful writer. When I first wrote a poem during my 5th standard, people around me appreciated my efforts though it was nothing more than a meaningless rhyming of vowels and consonants but then when I write today, it’s a different ballgame altogether. More than appreciation, its recognition, recognition of my thought process, recognition of my views and opinions and recognition of a person called “Ashutosh”. I, like thousand of writers who have still not made a name in this field and can certainly not be tagged as the prolific ones, still manage to grab some eyeballs. As it’s truly said, for every writer, it has its own audience. Someone who writes love letter, there is a lover to read the passion filled words. Someone who writes songs of freedom, there is a follower who makes it as an anthem and then there are people, who write for themselves.
Our society would not have been called a “Society” without Writers!!! They are the ones who teach, preach and inculcate beliefs, superstitions, morality, religion and life to be specific. Writers are more than someone with a pen and paper; they are the people who drive a nation. A nation which always needs fodder for thought, writers can be influential creatures, influencing not only a nation but a civilization in itself.
This piece of write-up is a tribute to all those writers,who believe in writing…That reminds me a song of Enrique, tweaked to fit this piece of writing..
“You can run, you can hide but can’t escape my Writing “
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
A Nation less told,most ignored...
India is in a pitiable state..period!! No matter whether the sensex touches 20K or the country hosts CWG, it’s divided, and no, being divided is no diversified. India is in a pitiable state because the country gives full freedom to communal killers, mass murderers, looters, rapists, and those who prey on the poorest of the poor roam free. Justice never comes easy. The media and politicians engage themselves in ruthless conversations, arguments, discussions and ignore the most important issues crippling the nation. It’s a nation, less told and most ignored. It’s a nation of corrupts and hypocrites who believes in the game of double standards.
So, while today morning, I was wondering whether the ban call on burqa by the Shiv Sena was at all a right move, my morals questioned me of the people who are questioning my identity and stopping me from practicing my religion. What’s the use of shouting on top of our voice of our country being secular when we cannot give them the basic respect to any particular religion? A nation which creates a furore on certain Ms. Roy’s comments and charging her of sedition but not taking any step on the poor state of affairs in one of the most controversial regions of India. Corruption has always a way out in this nation, even reputed institutions like IIT Kharagpur is no exception where a professor is charged of distributing fake certificates and even Kalmadi having the balls to prove himself right on the opening ceremony of CWG.
I being an Indian feel sad not for this country but for the people residing her. I feel sadder when I see countless children struggling on the roads of Kashmir than feeling happier of Indians winning gold medals. I feel disappointed while reading the news of rape and murder of young women every other day than feeling elated on reading the news of Saina or Sania making a name in the field of sports.
And, no, we cannot escape the pity by saying every country has its own problems because everytime we make this excuse, a victim will question, “What have we done to stop this?” like the lakhs of people who are still waiting for 26/11 justice. There is no hope, justice dies a silent death in this nation……
So, while today morning, I was wondering whether the ban call on burqa by the Shiv Sena was at all a right move, my morals questioned me of the people who are questioning my identity and stopping me from practicing my religion. What’s the use of shouting on top of our voice of our country being secular when we cannot give them the basic respect to any particular religion? A nation which creates a furore on certain Ms. Roy’s comments and charging her of sedition but not taking any step on the poor state of affairs in one of the most controversial regions of India. Corruption has always a way out in this nation, even reputed institutions like IIT Kharagpur is no exception where a professor is charged of distributing fake certificates and even Kalmadi having the balls to prove himself right on the opening ceremony of CWG.
I being an Indian feel sad not for this country but for the people residing her. I feel sadder when I see countless children struggling on the roads of Kashmir than feeling happier of Indians winning gold medals. I feel disappointed while reading the news of rape and murder of young women every other day than feeling elated on reading the news of Saina or Sania making a name in the field of sports.
And, no, we cannot escape the pity by saying every country has its own problems because everytime we make this excuse, a victim will question, “What have we done to stop this?” like the lakhs of people who are still waiting for 26/11 justice. There is no hope, justice dies a silent death in this nation……
Friday, October 22, 2010
A City....
Away from buzzing life of the city, I took some time to introspect. Why am I cribbing going to Kolkata?? Places never really mattered to me, I have travelled and stayed almost in all the cosmos and metros like Mumbai, Chennai, Bangalore, Hyderabad, Delhi but every time I leave Pune, there is a sense of dissatisfaction. Truly said, a city is a city because of its people. A city is a home because of someone special who resides in that city and our life run parallel to theirs. Not necessarily, I feel for something only if I stay… I have a special attachment with Mumbai and I have a special attachment with Hyderabad too. Pune is a place where I completed my education, it’s a place which is responsible for my transition from a boy to a man, it’s a place where I struggled for a life, it’s a place where I have gained identity.
Everything has been said, repeated and exhausted, there is nothing much to say about the cities…every breathe that we take weave a new tale and become an experience of sorts. Conscious or unconscious, everytime, we talk about cities, we end of talking about people. They are the ones who make your life memorable in a city. For Pune, I owe it to two of my good friends, without whom Pune would not have been Pune for me. Every single day that I have spent here is a tribute to our takes of friendship, whether it’s waking up early morning after a booz in the night to catch up an early morning show at e-square to save money or roaming around in the lanes of pune enjoying a nightout in cold December night. Whether it’s lazily lying around on the sofas on CCD and discussing people or painting the town red and purple with shopping!!! I might have mighty hated Chennai but then I have someone in my life today because of Chennai, I might have a harrowing experience in Mumbai, but then, it’s Mumbai who helped me identify true friends in my life.
Every city comes with someone special in your life. Every city brings a new hope in the form of someone who helps realize the importance of your life. Being a vagabond, I have had the best experience that a life can offer in the form of people. It’s people who makes and it’s the people who breaks…
Kolkata…I am coming!! In an unknown journey, the only thing I expect is to find that someone who can be a reason for me to be in KOLKATA….
Everything has been said, repeated and exhausted, there is nothing much to say about the cities…every breathe that we take weave a new tale and become an experience of sorts. Conscious or unconscious, everytime, we talk about cities, we end of talking about people. They are the ones who make your life memorable in a city. For Pune, I owe it to two of my good friends, without whom Pune would not have been Pune for me. Every single day that I have spent here is a tribute to our takes of friendship, whether it’s waking up early morning after a booz in the night to catch up an early morning show at e-square to save money or roaming around in the lanes of pune enjoying a nightout in cold December night. Whether it’s lazily lying around on the sofas on CCD and discussing people or painting the town red and purple with shopping!!! I might have mighty hated Chennai but then I have someone in my life today because of Chennai, I might have a harrowing experience in Mumbai, but then, it’s Mumbai who helped me identify true friends in my life.
Every city comes with someone special in your life. Every city brings a new hope in the form of someone who helps realize the importance of your life. Being a vagabond, I have had the best experience that a life can offer in the form of people. It’s people who makes and it’s the people who breaks…
Kolkata…I am coming!! In an unknown journey, the only thing I expect is to find that someone who can be a reason for me to be in KOLKATA….
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Virtual COMPANIONSHIP!!!
With the advent of Messengers, Facebook, Twitter, Orkut….”Friendship” has taken a new face alltogether!! While some are still confused, whether it’s friendship, I would call it as “Virtual Companionship” to be on the safer side!! So, while Hawan is still confused whether Aahuti is his friend, Aahuti seems damn sure that nothing seems promising than naming “Companionship” as “Friendship”…Why??
1. What’s the use of going to the other town to meet Hawan or need of Hawan visiting her when everything can be shared through messengers??
2. Chatting through messengers really don’t set any expectations..It’s a burden free friendship…
3. As they say, the more you stay close, the more you get to know each other and the more you start hating each other after some point of time..so, better be STRANGERS yet be good Companions..err..FRIENDS!!! FAMILIARTY breeds CONTEMPT…
While Hawan still refuses to believe that Virtual Companions can ever be called as BEST FRIENDS even though they are virtually together everyday but then Aahuti believes that TRUST can be built..though it might not be real..but virtual trust per se…
But then, you see, life itself is so disconnected!! It’s not possible evertime to be in the city of your friends and spend some good time…so, the best way to remain connected is to get hooked on to Messengers, FB, Orkut, Twitter etc….That’s probably the reason God created Human Beings and Human Beings created Social Networking Sites and Social Networking Sites created “Virtual Companionship”… Gone are the days, when there was an excitement of visiting to the other city, sit with your friends and have a booze or visit a discotheque to shake a leg!! Gone are the days, when friends would get a company transfer to the other city just because some of his very good friends are there in that city….And, if some foolish like Hawan attempted to do that, they were bitten and that too again and again!!!
Hawan tried a lot of times to pursue Aahuti to visit his city or even hinted at him visiting Aahuti’s city..she somehow resisted it!! Aahuti and Hawan know each other for more than 1 year…same company…office communicator…and on holidays, GTALK came to their rescue…and if nothing worked, Aahuti slowly started calling Hawan on his mobile and that too happened after 6-7 months of knowing each other!!!
Is this “Virtual Companionship” leading somewhere or going to vanish after sometime?? Aahuti is sure of an onsite soon and Hawan is looking for a change in job…..How often you all have taken the pain of breaking the barriers of Chats, FB, Orkut and packed your bags to the other city to meet the person you want to be with?? What will be the motivating factor for you to just say “NO” once to all the social networking you have been doing all this while and actually visit the person..Will ever Hawan and Aahuti meet?? This seems a BIG question indeed…a question bothering Hawan for sure but not Aahuti….
Have your presence for real on my blog to know about Virtual Companions, Hawan and Aahuti coz there is a HAWAN and AAHUTI in each one of us!!!
Disclaimer: There is no surety of having a PART 2 of this story…but as they say..NEVER SAY “NEVER” and needless to mention, this story is entirely fictitious and any characters bearing any resemblance to any person in real, living or dead, is purely unintentional and coincidental!!!
1. What’s the use of going to the other town to meet Hawan or need of Hawan visiting her when everything can be shared through messengers??
2. Chatting through messengers really don’t set any expectations..It’s a burden free friendship…
3. As they say, the more you stay close, the more you get to know each other and the more you start hating each other after some point of time..so, better be STRANGERS yet be good Companions..err..FRIENDS!!! FAMILIARTY breeds CONTEMPT…
While Hawan still refuses to believe that Virtual Companions can ever be called as BEST FRIENDS even though they are virtually together everyday but then Aahuti believes that TRUST can be built..though it might not be real..but virtual trust per se…
But then, you see, life itself is so disconnected!! It’s not possible evertime to be in the city of your friends and spend some good time…so, the best way to remain connected is to get hooked on to Messengers, FB, Orkut, Twitter etc….That’s probably the reason God created Human Beings and Human Beings created Social Networking Sites and Social Networking Sites created “Virtual Companionship”… Gone are the days, when there was an excitement of visiting to the other city, sit with your friends and have a booze or visit a discotheque to shake a leg!! Gone are the days, when friends would get a company transfer to the other city just because some of his very good friends are there in that city….And, if some foolish like Hawan attempted to do that, they were bitten and that too again and again!!!
Hawan tried a lot of times to pursue Aahuti to visit his city or even hinted at him visiting Aahuti’s city..she somehow resisted it!! Aahuti and Hawan know each other for more than 1 year…same company…office communicator…and on holidays, GTALK came to their rescue…and if nothing worked, Aahuti slowly started calling Hawan on his mobile and that too happened after 6-7 months of knowing each other!!!
Is this “Virtual Companionship” leading somewhere or going to vanish after sometime?? Aahuti is sure of an onsite soon and Hawan is looking for a change in job…..How often you all have taken the pain of breaking the barriers of Chats, FB, Orkut and packed your bags to the other city to meet the person you want to be with?? What will be the motivating factor for you to just say “NO” once to all the social networking you have been doing all this while and actually visit the person..Will ever Hawan and Aahuti meet?? This seems a BIG question indeed…a question bothering Hawan for sure but not Aahuti….
Have your presence for real on my blog to know about Virtual Companions, Hawan and Aahuti coz there is a HAWAN and AAHUTI in each one of us!!!
Disclaimer: There is no surety of having a PART 2 of this story…but as they say..NEVER SAY “NEVER” and needless to mention, this story is entirely fictitious and any characters bearing any resemblance to any person in real, living or dead, is purely unintentional and coincidental!!!
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
What Failure teaches you which Success Can’t??
This is not something taken directly from the pages of a certain Robin or Khera but from someone who have seen failures, or things which people consider as a failure….
For Cancer Survivor, Lisa Ray, breathing moments was not that easy when she got diagnosed with bone marrow cancer. For a celebrity like her, it was almost a failure of life after a string of success. But then, today, when she has successfully battled and defeated death, she knows the importance of life and love…as she says , “Love is an action. It’s not a feeling. And its not love until there’s evidence of action….”…..how true….It’s during these moments, you test the real people and get to know whether they actually love you and have the courage to stand besides you…Failure sometimes teaches you the importance of love or to differentiate between the fake and loved ones….
I remember, while sitting idle for 1.5 months without jobs, almost everyone of them whom I used to consider as my friends turned their back…being “jobless” is still considered as a heinous crime, a shame…and I was not “Jobless” by choice, it was by destiny….
Everytime, I used to feel low, I simply used to take a trip to Juhu Beach….Believe me, those 45 days of failure has taught a lot to me…it has taught me to remain unaffected by both success and failure, it has taught me to be compassionate for there are others who are less fortunate than me, it has taught me to value every moment of my life and most important, it has taught me to celebrate every small success that we human beings forget to recognize with the desire of achieving something great…..
“When you fail, you learn” is a passe….I would say, “Experience Failure with Elan” for there is something more you achieve than just learning, “You achieve SUCCESS of tackling a FAILURE“…
People do ask me about my success…How am I successful in my life inspite of having so many failures in my life??…I say, I am successful….I have a family who are proud of me being the person I am, I am associated with some NGOs and donate a part of my earnings to them, I have friends for whom I have been a mentor, I have associated myself with a lot of activities, I am an orator, dancer, writer…..Now, if at all success can be quantified, then my inner happiness is the answer to my success and if at all I can quantify my failures, then, I attribute the “HUMANITY” in me to my failures….
Having said that, I end this piece of writing saying..”I fail only to succeed“……
For Cancer Survivor, Lisa Ray, breathing moments was not that easy when she got diagnosed with bone marrow cancer. For a celebrity like her, it was almost a failure of life after a string of success. But then, today, when she has successfully battled and defeated death, she knows the importance of life and love…as she says , “Love is an action. It’s not a feeling. And its not love until there’s evidence of action….”…..how true….It’s during these moments, you test the real people and get to know whether they actually love you and have the courage to stand besides you…Failure sometimes teaches you the importance of love or to differentiate between the fake and loved ones….
I remember, while sitting idle for 1.5 months without jobs, almost everyone of them whom I used to consider as my friends turned their back…being “jobless” is still considered as a heinous crime, a shame…and I was not “Jobless” by choice, it was by destiny….
Everytime, I used to feel low, I simply used to take a trip to Juhu Beach….Believe me, those 45 days of failure has taught a lot to me…it has taught me to remain unaffected by both success and failure, it has taught me to be compassionate for there are others who are less fortunate than me, it has taught me to value every moment of my life and most important, it has taught me to celebrate every small success that we human beings forget to recognize with the desire of achieving something great…..
“When you fail, you learn” is a passe….I would say, “Experience Failure with Elan” for there is something more you achieve than just learning, “You achieve SUCCESS of tackling a FAILURE“…
People do ask me about my success…How am I successful in my life inspite of having so many failures in my life??…I say, I am successful….I have a family who are proud of me being the person I am, I am associated with some NGOs and donate a part of my earnings to them, I have friends for whom I have been a mentor, I have associated myself with a lot of activities, I am an orator, dancer, writer…..Now, if at all success can be quantified, then my inner happiness is the answer to my success and if at all I can quantify my failures, then, I attribute the “HUMANITY” in me to my failures….
Having said that, I end this piece of writing saying..”I fail only to succeed“……
Thursday, July 22, 2010
WOES of a LOO....
Everytime I use a public loo, it turns out to be an experience of sorts. Loos in offices, theatres, shopping malls, railway station, airports etc are filled with people of various species and I will stick to MALE SPECIES because I have never seen how a WOMEN LOO look like…..So, coming back to the point, going to a loo freakes me out, not because it’s a loo but because of the kind of people who comes to the loo to take a leak……
1. The first and most irritating ones are those, who stand for hours and hours leaking!! In fact, they are not interested in completing their business and leave the washroom but keep on standing there and look others leaking, singing, whistling etc..etc… They are the ones who strictly believes in, the only place available to flaunt their “DUDEISM” is inside the LOO….They are least bothered even if three others are standing behind them dying to take a leak……Disgusting!!!
2. The second variety are those who comes to the “LOO”, well, to see “How come on earth they are so beautiful??”!!! They stand infront of the mirror blocking the wash basin. They apply water on their hair, making it look more horrible which they think as “FUNKY”!! Even if everything is in place, they still need to open their pants, take their shirts out, tuck in again and if that was not enough….again, put WATER on their HAIR!!! Freaking A****
3. And, then, there are some who are always in a hurry to leak. They don’t mind watching the direction of their apparatus while leaking. They just CLOSE thier EYES in ECSTACY and take a leak and the poor guy who stands besides him leaking, his shoes gets wet by the drops of the other guy…And, I have been a victim of this!!! Grrrr…………
4. The best place to talk to your girl friends is LOO!!! That’s the MANTRA few people follows….Come inside the loo, stand to take a leak and talk for hours in your mobile and talk to your girl friends. Loo is the only place where a lot of break-ups, hook-ups, fights, quarrels etc. takes place..Worst, when you watch a bad movie and then have to bear their stories!!
5. The worst is yet to come…..Some people find “LOO” the best place to give your telephonic job interviews. Comfortably sit on the commode and clear your technical, functional and HR Interviews. And, the rest waiting ooutisde the loo are fools hoping you to clear your interview or else there is a high probability of their stomach being cleared outside the loo!!
6. And, then there are some LOOS where that wall is not there between two urinals. There are some guys who fall under the “VERY SHY” category. They stand infront of the urinal, wait for the people besides them to leave and then only they take a leak…They think the whole motive of the people coming inside the loo is to check their apparatus…They give all those dirty stares as if the others are gay!!! They forget that there are more important things for the people waiting behind them to complete their stuff and leave that urinal for use!!! Disgusting to the core……
Some people forget that PUBLIC Loos are afterall PUBLIC!!! But, strangely, there are whole lot of things which are done inside a PUBLIC LOO, and I thought, it’s used only for leaking!!!
No, I am not a frustrated soul, but a victim of those innumerable stunts performed by those insane people who thinks LOOs as their private space…
1. The first and most irritating ones are those, who stand for hours and hours leaking!! In fact, they are not interested in completing their business and leave the washroom but keep on standing there and look others leaking, singing, whistling etc..etc… They are the ones who strictly believes in, the only place available to flaunt their “DUDEISM” is inside the LOO….They are least bothered even if three others are standing behind them dying to take a leak……Disgusting!!!
2. The second variety are those who comes to the “LOO”, well, to see “How come on earth they are so beautiful??”!!! They stand infront of the mirror blocking the wash basin. They apply water on their hair, making it look more horrible which they think as “FUNKY”!! Even if everything is in place, they still need to open their pants, take their shirts out, tuck in again and if that was not enough….again, put WATER on their HAIR!!! Freaking A****
3. And, then, there are some who are always in a hurry to leak. They don’t mind watching the direction of their apparatus while leaking. They just CLOSE thier EYES in ECSTACY and take a leak and the poor guy who stands besides him leaking, his shoes gets wet by the drops of the other guy…And, I have been a victim of this!!! Grrrr…………
4. The best place to talk to your girl friends is LOO!!! That’s the MANTRA few people follows….Come inside the loo, stand to take a leak and talk for hours in your mobile and talk to your girl friends. Loo is the only place where a lot of break-ups, hook-ups, fights, quarrels etc. takes place..Worst, when you watch a bad movie and then have to bear their stories!!
5. The worst is yet to come…..Some people find “LOO” the best place to give your telephonic job interviews. Comfortably sit on the commode and clear your technical, functional and HR Interviews. And, the rest waiting ooutisde the loo are fools hoping you to clear your interview or else there is a high probability of their stomach being cleared outside the loo!!
6. And, then there are some LOOS where that wall is not there between two urinals. There are some guys who fall under the “VERY SHY” category. They stand infront of the urinal, wait for the people besides them to leave and then only they take a leak…They think the whole motive of the people coming inside the loo is to check their apparatus…They give all those dirty stares as if the others are gay!!! They forget that there are more important things for the people waiting behind them to complete their stuff and leave that urinal for use!!! Disgusting to the core……
Some people forget that PUBLIC Loos are afterall PUBLIC!!! But, strangely, there are whole lot of things which are done inside a PUBLIC LOO, and I thought, it’s used only for leaking!!!
No, I am not a frustrated soul, but a victim of those innumerable stunts performed by those insane people who thinks LOOs as their private space…
Thursday, July 1, 2010
BALLZ!!!
Guys and Gals, well, you must be wondering what this post is all about…simple, it’s about BALLZ!!! Everyone talking about Spain, Portugal,Brazil and the Foot”BALL” fever is there everywhere..only I am the one who is not touched by this BALL!! Coz, my life has become a big BALL..People kicks it in the direction they want me to go….trust me, the matches of my life are more interesting than the football matches….
The importance of BALLZ illuminated my life during my MBA…When we were struggling for placements in the college, and the frustrated students including ME went to the Placement Co-ordinator to ask whether any company would be visiting our campus, his reply was “BALLZ“!!!
And, then, a friend of mine, we used to call her “ALLAH KI BANDII” (she always used to look up and talk to us) went to the Director of our college to settle this issue, when she returned, we asked, if anything materialized, her reply was “BALLZ” and when we asked the meaning of that, she replied “TWO BALLZ“…..So, that very day, I realized…everything is BALLZ…You just need to know the art of tactfully playing it…
Okay, coming to BALLZ, many of the people don’t have it…BALLZ to raise their voice for truth, BALLZ to fight against injustice, BALLZ to stand for the right!! BALLZ to their life….A life dictated and designed by others is a life worst than a dog…
Then, there’s literally some BALLZ, eye ballz, rum ballz etc..Sometimes, it’s a different BALL game and sometime, we all have a BALL when we freak out or party..so, you see..BALLZ BALLZ everywhere…aage se peechhe tak, upar se neeche tak…it’s all BALLZ…sar se leke paon tak…daayein haath se lekar baayein haath tak..there are BALLZ….
BEHOLD BALLZ my friends!!!
And, if someone accuses me of writing non-sense in a THURSDAY afternoon, BALLZ to him/her :)
The importance of BALLZ illuminated my life during my MBA…When we were struggling for placements in the college, and the frustrated students including ME went to the Placement Co-ordinator to ask whether any company would be visiting our campus, his reply was “BALLZ“!!!
And, then, a friend of mine, we used to call her “ALLAH KI BANDII” (she always used to look up and talk to us) went to the Director of our college to settle this issue, when she returned, we asked, if anything materialized, her reply was “BALLZ” and when we asked the meaning of that, she replied “TWO BALLZ“…..So, that very day, I realized…everything is BALLZ…You just need to know the art of tactfully playing it…
Okay, coming to BALLZ, many of the people don’t have it…BALLZ to raise their voice for truth, BALLZ to fight against injustice, BALLZ to stand for the right!! BALLZ to their life….A life dictated and designed by others is a life worst than a dog…
Then, there’s literally some BALLZ, eye ballz, rum ballz etc..Sometimes, it’s a different BALL game and sometime, we all have a BALL when we freak out or party..so, you see..BALLZ BALLZ everywhere…aage se peechhe tak, upar se neeche tak…it’s all BALLZ…sar se leke paon tak…daayein haath se lekar baayein haath tak..there are BALLZ….
BEHOLD BALLZ my friends!!!
And, if someone accuses me of writing non-sense in a THURSDAY afternoon, BALLZ to him/her :)
Thursday, June 24, 2010
I AM.....
On sunday, I was watching the “I AM-SHE Contest” on Television, organized by India’s first Miss Universe, the dignified and beautiful Sushmita Sen for choosing the Indian Contendor for this year’s Miss Universe Contest to be held at Las Vegas and suddenly a beautiful thought came across my mind…
Every single day, I have questioned myself about the reason for my existence and identity and I am sure it would have happened to most of you. The very reason for your being on this earth is stilll questionable to yourself. Every single day, I have to struggle relating myself to different people in my life whom I meet at different crossroads. I am Ashutosh, I am a bengali, I am an Indian, I am a Hindu and the list goes on.…Life becomes very difficult sometimes to give myself a new identity everyday and in turn come across innumerable people like me.
As Sushmita Sen puts it ” World would be a beautiful place to stay if we believe in just “I AM”, no Ashutosh, no bengali, no hindu, nothing…but just a simple I AM“….The chaos, struggle, battles, confusions can be put to rest simply by eliminating everything that comes after “I AM”. “I am” is enough for all people in this world to survive and relate to each other. Every child is born with the same flesh and same blood but we human beings being the selfish lot, show those two innocent eyes the difference between a HINDU and a MUSLIM, make their little ears hear “the best of our religion and hatred towards others” and that’s where the very identity of that little child becomes questionable.
I am is what I am born to be, and that is a HUMAN BEING and continue to be a HUMAN BEING…Forgetting all the other things, I AM a part of HUMAN RACE who believe in HUMANITY and work towards leveraging the lives of other HUMANS..Isn’t that enough???
This is my guest entry to TONMOY DREAM LABS , a very dear friend of mine who has created an INDIVIDUALITY of himself and given a platform for bringing the best ideas together of the same human race and help everyone learn and gain knowledge…
Every single day, I have questioned myself about the reason for my existence and identity and I am sure it would have happened to most of you. The very reason for your being on this earth is stilll questionable to yourself. Every single day, I have to struggle relating myself to different people in my life whom I meet at different crossroads. I am Ashutosh, I am a bengali, I am an Indian, I am a Hindu and the list goes on.…Life becomes very difficult sometimes to give myself a new identity everyday and in turn come across innumerable people like me.
As Sushmita Sen puts it ” World would be a beautiful place to stay if we believe in just “I AM”, no Ashutosh, no bengali, no hindu, nothing…but just a simple I AM“….The chaos, struggle, battles, confusions can be put to rest simply by eliminating everything that comes after “I AM”. “I am” is enough for all people in this world to survive and relate to each other. Every child is born with the same flesh and same blood but we human beings being the selfish lot, show those two innocent eyes the difference between a HINDU and a MUSLIM, make their little ears hear “the best of our religion and hatred towards others” and that’s where the very identity of that little child becomes questionable.
I am is what I am born to be, and that is a HUMAN BEING and continue to be a HUMAN BEING…Forgetting all the other things, I AM a part of HUMAN RACE who believe in HUMANITY and work towards leveraging the lives of other HUMANS..Isn’t that enough???
This is my guest entry to TONMOY DREAM LABS , a very dear friend of mine who has created an INDIVIDUALITY of himself and given a platform for bringing the best ideas together of the same human race and help everyone learn and gain knowledge…
Sunday, June 13, 2010
I am BACK!!!
After near about 4 years, Saaransh has come to India. He decides to visit his old home which he left after his separation with Pari. He asks his driver to take him to their old home in Meerut. It’s too hot in Delhi and again going for 3-4 hours drive to Meerut would be tiring but Saaransh just wants to see his home once before he goes back to US.
Everything is still the same, the dusty roads, traffic and unruly punk drivers ruling Delhi roads. While driving, he asks his driver to play some ghazals….
“Kiyaa hai pyar jise humne dillagi ki tarah
woh aashiyana bhi mila humse ajnabee ki tarah”….
A soothing music, and an air-conditioned ambience, Saaransh closes his eyes for sometime. Suddenly, driver puts a break and Saaransh wakes up. He can see his old home infront of his eyes, with gates and doors open. Perhaps, in the absence of anyone, burglers would have tried to enter and loot the house…but there was nothing in that house except for some unfazed memories….
“It’s Saaransh’s and Pari’s HEAVEN” still hangs on the door and it’s strange not even a single layer of dust is there on the nameboard. But, still he takes out his hanky, the same old hanky which Pari gifted him few years back and wipes on the nameboard to remove even if there is no dust. Saaransh always used to scold Pari for gifting him HANKIES because he believed that one should never gift hankies to his/hear dear ones since it brings a strain in the relationship and perhaps, when they separated, his belief became stronger…
He enters the room to see everything in order, covered with white sheets…The clock is still working and showing the date as 13th June.. He is surprised to see how come the clock can work even after 4 years when no one has entered the house.
Suddenly, someone from back comes and clings to his legs calling “Papa”!!! He is shocked to see a small boy clinging him as if he knows him. He takes the child in his arms and asks his name. The boy just kisses Saaransh on his cheeks and says he is “Sparsh“. There is a certain belongingness while holding him in his arms, even before Saaransh could react, he sees someone infront of him wearing a blue saree, standing straight and wishes him “HAPPY MARRIAGE ANNIVERSARY“…..
Angels are always beautiful and Pari is no expection….With a smile on her face, she says to Saaransh that SPARSH is his son… There’s already tears in Saaransh’s eyes. 4 years, and he is standing infront of Pari and his son…Someone whom he loved more than himself and perhaps still loves…probably, that’s the reason he never re-married anyone else in these 4 years…
There is a complete silence in the room…and as they say, sometimes “SILENCE is GOLDEN“…
Outside it begins to rain….Yes, monsoons have arrived….and this monsoon is certainly going to bring smiles on some faces…
DISCLAIMER: The story is entirely fictional and any characters or events having any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental and unintentional.
Everything is still the same, the dusty roads, traffic and unruly punk drivers ruling Delhi roads. While driving, he asks his driver to play some ghazals….
“Kiyaa hai pyar jise humne dillagi ki tarah
woh aashiyana bhi mila humse ajnabee ki tarah”….
A soothing music, and an air-conditioned ambience, Saaransh closes his eyes for sometime. Suddenly, driver puts a break and Saaransh wakes up. He can see his old home infront of his eyes, with gates and doors open. Perhaps, in the absence of anyone, burglers would have tried to enter and loot the house…but there was nothing in that house except for some unfazed memories….
“It’s Saaransh’s and Pari’s HEAVEN” still hangs on the door and it’s strange not even a single layer of dust is there on the nameboard. But, still he takes out his hanky, the same old hanky which Pari gifted him few years back and wipes on the nameboard to remove even if there is no dust. Saaransh always used to scold Pari for gifting him HANKIES because he believed that one should never gift hankies to his/hear dear ones since it brings a strain in the relationship and perhaps, when they separated, his belief became stronger…
He enters the room to see everything in order, covered with white sheets…The clock is still working and showing the date as 13th June.. He is surprised to see how come the clock can work even after 4 years when no one has entered the house.
Suddenly, someone from back comes and clings to his legs calling “Papa”!!! He is shocked to see a small boy clinging him as if he knows him. He takes the child in his arms and asks his name. The boy just kisses Saaransh on his cheeks and says he is “Sparsh“. There is a certain belongingness while holding him in his arms, even before Saaransh could react, he sees someone infront of him wearing a blue saree, standing straight and wishes him “HAPPY MARRIAGE ANNIVERSARY“…..
Angels are always beautiful and Pari is no expection….With a smile on her face, she says to Saaransh that SPARSH is his son… There’s already tears in Saaransh’s eyes. 4 years, and he is standing infront of Pari and his son…Someone whom he loved more than himself and perhaps still loves…probably, that’s the reason he never re-married anyone else in these 4 years…
There is a complete silence in the room…and as they say, sometimes “SILENCE is GOLDEN“…
Outside it begins to rain….Yes, monsoons have arrived….and this monsoon is certainly going to bring smiles on some faces…
DISCLAIMER: The story is entirely fictional and any characters or events having any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental and unintentional.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
GAY-TOGETHER- FICTION
It’s been 10 years that the Engineering Batch of 2000 is meeting for a get-together in the College Canteen this Valentines Day. Everyone is nostalgic and happy to see each other after a gap of 10 years. A lot has changed in these 10 years, some have got married, some have just returned from Onsite and some have managed to complete their MBA and working in big Investment and Consulting Companies. Everyone is busy hugging and greeting each other but Charitra is somewhere standing near the corner, alone, wearing a specs, a rugged denim jacket with a letter in his hand, waiting for someone to come.
Suddenly, his eyes sees Ruhaan entering the canteen with a girl and a small kid in his shoulder. Even after 10 years, Ruhaan looks the same. He is “STYLE” personified with an ever-charming smile on his face. Charitra is in a fix whether to approach Ruhaan or not. For few moments, he tries to hide himself thinking to tear the letter he is holding in his hand. Sweating, he goes to the washroom, splashes water on his face and stands numb for sometime. Suddenly, someone from back….
Ruhaan: Kaisa hai tu?? (How are you?)
Charitra turns his head and sees Ruhaan infront of him with a smile on his face….
Charitra: I am fine. That, girl and kid….
Ruhaan: That’s my wife “Shaista” and my son “Suhail”….
Charitra: Ohh, nice to see that. I am happy for you…..
Ruhaan: What about you?? You married??
Charitra: No, just couldn’t forget someone…the letter is still with me, I would have questioned myself 100 times why did it happen??
Saying this, tears starts rolling down Charitra’s eyes….Seeing Charitra crying, Ruhaan hugs him and perhaps, that’s the moment Charitra been waiting for 10years. He can feel the same warmth and affection from Ruhaan.
Ruhaan: Let’s go out. I will introduce you to my wife and Suhail….
Ruhaan: Shaista, see’s who’s there with me??
Shaista: Ohh, are you Charitra??
Charitra: hey, how do you know me?? I think we are meeting for the first time…
Shaista: I know everything about you. You know what, sometime I feel jealous of you. Ruhaan told me about his and your’s relationship before we got married and he still has the same affection for you…
Charitra is shocked to hear all this…He couldn’t believe his ears for sometime…
Shaista: Don’t worry Charitra. I trust Ruhaan and I have accepted him knowing his past and happy to have him in my life…..
Charitra: Suhail is cute, bilkul baap pe gaya hai….
And, everyone starts laughing…
Ruhaan: Charit, Me and my wife are leaving India tonight and settling in US. I have got a good job there and even Shaista has got an offer of a research fellowship….And, I knew, if I don’t meet you today, I would not have able to meet you ever….
Charitra for the final time hugs Ruhaan and he bids adieu to them…
After they leave, Charitra opens the letter and see the note “I love you Charitra” written by Ruhaan 10 years back. With moist eyes, he leaves the get-together and goes to his car….and shocked to see something attached in his car’s window, a letter perhaps….he takes the letter in his hand and sees the note in it…
“Charitra, there are some things that do not change with time and one of them is our love for each other. But, then some relationships are just not meant to happen. It was sad to see that though 10 years have passed, you have stuck up. Move on!! That’s the only thing I can say…I know, you will not be able to forget me but then that’s the beauty of our relationship, taking the love and memories ahead in our life and cherish it forever…Trust me, there is someone for you who can understand you better and be with you when you need the person…And, one more thing, YOUR SMILE means a LOT to me, so, DON’t CRY!!”
and, yes
“I STILL LOVE YOU CHARITRA”….
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. If any characters, places or incidents bears any resemblance to anyone, then it’s purely coincidental and unintentional.
Suddenly, his eyes sees Ruhaan entering the canteen with a girl and a small kid in his shoulder. Even after 10 years, Ruhaan looks the same. He is “STYLE” personified with an ever-charming smile on his face. Charitra is in a fix whether to approach Ruhaan or not. For few moments, he tries to hide himself thinking to tear the letter he is holding in his hand. Sweating, he goes to the washroom, splashes water on his face and stands numb for sometime. Suddenly, someone from back….
Ruhaan: Kaisa hai tu?? (How are you?)
Charitra turns his head and sees Ruhaan infront of him with a smile on his face….
Charitra: I am fine. That, girl and kid….
Ruhaan: That’s my wife “Shaista” and my son “Suhail”….
Charitra: Ohh, nice to see that. I am happy for you…..
Ruhaan: What about you?? You married??
Charitra: No, just couldn’t forget someone…the letter is still with me, I would have questioned myself 100 times why did it happen??
Saying this, tears starts rolling down Charitra’s eyes….Seeing Charitra crying, Ruhaan hugs him and perhaps, that’s the moment Charitra been waiting for 10years. He can feel the same warmth and affection from Ruhaan.
Ruhaan: Let’s go out. I will introduce you to my wife and Suhail….
Ruhaan: Shaista, see’s who’s there with me??
Shaista: Ohh, are you Charitra??
Charitra: hey, how do you know me?? I think we are meeting for the first time…
Shaista: I know everything about you. You know what, sometime I feel jealous of you. Ruhaan told me about his and your’s relationship before we got married and he still has the same affection for you…
Charitra is shocked to hear all this…He couldn’t believe his ears for sometime…
Shaista: Don’t worry Charitra. I trust Ruhaan and I have accepted him knowing his past and happy to have him in my life…..
Charitra: Suhail is cute, bilkul baap pe gaya hai….
And, everyone starts laughing…
Ruhaan: Charit, Me and my wife are leaving India tonight and settling in US. I have got a good job there and even Shaista has got an offer of a research fellowship….And, I knew, if I don’t meet you today, I would not have able to meet you ever….
Charitra for the final time hugs Ruhaan and he bids adieu to them…
After they leave, Charitra opens the letter and see the note “I love you Charitra” written by Ruhaan 10 years back. With moist eyes, he leaves the get-together and goes to his car….and shocked to see something attached in his car’s window, a letter perhaps….he takes the letter in his hand and sees the note in it…
“Charitra, there are some things that do not change with time and one of them is our love for each other. But, then some relationships are just not meant to happen. It was sad to see that though 10 years have passed, you have stuck up. Move on!! That’s the only thing I can say…I know, you will not be able to forget me but then that’s the beauty of our relationship, taking the love and memories ahead in our life and cherish it forever…Trust me, there is someone for you who can understand you better and be with you when you need the person…And, one more thing, YOUR SMILE means a LOT to me, so, DON’t CRY!!”
and, yes
“I STILL LOVE YOU CHARITRA”….
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. If any characters, places or incidents bears any resemblance to anyone, then it’s purely coincidental and unintentional.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Dedicated to all those FRIENDS who are close to my HEART!!
Khumaare-e-gham, mehakti fiza main jeete hai,
Tere khayal ke aabo hawaa main jeete hai
Bade ittefaaq se milte hai milne wale mujhe,
Woh mere dost hai, tere wafa main jeete hai
Firaaq-e-yaar main saanson ko rok ke rakhte hai,
Har ek lamha guzarti kajaa main jeete hai
Na baat puri hui thi, ke raat tut gayi,
Adhure khwaab ke aadhi sazaa main jeete hai
Tumhare baaton main koi maseeha basta hai,
Haseen labon se baraste shabah main jeete hai
Tere khayal ke aabo hawaa main jeete hai
Bade ittefaaq se milte hai milne wale mujhe,
Woh mere dost hai, tere wafa main jeete hai
Firaaq-e-yaar main saanson ko rok ke rakhte hai,
Har ek lamha guzarti kajaa main jeete hai
Na baat puri hui thi, ke raat tut gayi,
Adhure khwaab ke aadhi sazaa main jeete hai
Tumhare baaton main koi maseeha basta hai,
Haseen labon se baraste shabah main jeete hai
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Gifting a SMILE….
In a world occupied by billions, how many people manage to stay happy?? How many among the billions get a reason to smile? A world where everyday people suffer from diseases, poverty, lack of food, education and shelter, it’s difficult for them to stay happy and celebrate their life.
Someone truly said, “A little effort of ours can change someone’s life, even if it’s for a day or for some moments”, spreading happiness and gifting a smile on anyone’s face is the least we can do as humans and spread HUMANITY. One morning, I decided to take a step ahead making myself free from the shackles of selfish desires and make this world a beautiful place to stay. And with this one decision, I visited an NGO called “Aakanksha”, in Pune, which works for improving the life of few under-privileged children and believe me, that was the HAPPIEST DAY OF MY LIFE because I gifted a smile on someone’s face, my little friends.
WINDOW OF OPPORTUNITY
And, when I returned from Aakanksha, I had tears in my eyes for the simple reason, for the first time in my life I had done something for those small children in my own little ways.That one day changed my whole life, needless to mention, I understood the real meaning of “HUMANITY”. I have believed that every step that we take to help anyone, may be our friends, family or strangers at the time of their need and bring a smile on their face is a small step towards making this world a beautiful place. From that day onwards, I have visited few orphanages and old age homes in Pune and everytime I have been there, it has made me a better human being.
Now that I am going back to Pune, I am excited to meet my little friends again. Indeed, this life would have been so meaningless, if I would not have taken the decision of visiting an NGO. A life full of selfish desires and endless greed is an apathetic life and I am happy to be away from it.
So, the next time, when you wake up in the morning and suddenly something of this sort stuck your mind, don’t be late in your decision. You never know, your presence can change someone’s life.
GIFT A SMILE and TAKE A STEP TOWARDS HUMANITY!!!
Someone truly said, “A little effort of ours can change someone’s life, even if it’s for a day or for some moments”, spreading happiness and gifting a smile on anyone’s face is the least we can do as humans and spread HUMANITY. One morning, I decided to take a step ahead making myself free from the shackles of selfish desires and make this world a beautiful place to stay. And with this one decision, I visited an NGO called “Aakanksha”, in Pune, which works for improving the life of few under-privileged children and believe me, that was the HAPPIEST DAY OF MY LIFE because I gifted a smile on someone’s face, my little friends.
WINDOW OF OPPORTUNITY
And, when I returned from Aakanksha, I had tears in my eyes for the simple reason, for the first time in my life I had done something for those small children in my own little ways.That one day changed my whole life, needless to mention, I understood the real meaning of “HUMANITY”. I have believed that every step that we take to help anyone, may be our friends, family or strangers at the time of their need and bring a smile on their face is a small step towards making this world a beautiful place. From that day onwards, I have visited few orphanages and old age homes in Pune and everytime I have been there, it has made me a better human being.
Now that I am going back to Pune, I am excited to meet my little friends again. Indeed, this life would have been so meaningless, if I would not have taken the decision of visiting an NGO. A life full of selfish desires and endless greed is an apathetic life and I am happy to be away from it.
So, the next time, when you wake up in the morning and suddenly something of this sort stuck your mind, don’t be late in your decision. You never know, your presence can change someone’s life.
GIFT A SMILE and TAKE A STEP TOWARDS HUMANITY!!!
Monday, January 18, 2010
BELIEVE in Yourself
A thousand failures and then one success wiping out all those failures and the bad memories associated with it. It takes nothing but courage to face those thousand failures and still stand undeterred. There will be people questioning you, doubting your abilities, laughing on your failures and demotivating you, but those moments will be the testing times for you. Patience and belief on yourself is what you need.Keep on trying, keep on working towards your goal. Let the people criticize your efforts, for their criticism will turn to praise, let them doubt you for their doubt will make you confident, let them question your identity for their questions will make them see your success as an answer. As a child, I have read a beautiful poem by an eminent poet Harivansh Rai Bacchan which I would like to post today as a dedication to the never dying spirit, courage and every little effort that we take everday to become successful. THIS IS AN ODE TO ALL MY FRIENDS WHO HAVE BEEN STRUGGLING TO REACH THEIR GOAL IN LIFE…WAKE UP MY FRIENDS AND BE READY TO WRITE YOUR OWN SUCCESS STORY….
Lehron se Darkar nauka par nahin hoti,
koshish karne walon ki haar nahin hoti
Nanhi cheenti jab daana lekar chalti hai,
chadhti deewaron par, sau bar phisalti hai.
Man ka vishwas ragon mein saahas bharta hai,
chadhkar girna, girkar chadhna na akharta hai.
Akhir uski mehnat bekar nahin hoti,
koshish karne walon ki haar nahin hoti.
Dubkiyan sindhu mein gotakhor lagata hai,
ja ja kar khali haath lautkar aata hai
Milte nahi sahaj hi moti gehre paani mein,
badhta dugna utsah isi hairani mein.
Muthi uski khali har bar nahin hoti,
koshish karne walon ki haar nahi hoti.
Asaflta ek chunauti hai, ise sweekar karo,
kya kami reh gayi, dekho aur sudhar karo.
Jab tak na safal ho, neend chain ko tyago tum,
Sangharsh ka maidan chhodkar mat bhago tum.
Kuch kiye bina hi jai jaikar nahin hoti,
koshish karne walon ki haar nahin hoti.
ENGLISH TRANSLATION
You cannot take your boat across the sea
If you are afraid of the waves,
The one who tries
Never fails.
The tiny ant carries a small grain in its mouth,
Climbs up on the wall, slips and falls a hundred times,
The determination in the mind fills your body with courage,
Then climbing up and falling down does not hurt,
Ultimately, its (the ant’s) efforts do not go waste,
The one who tries
Never fails.
The diver dives into the water of the sea,
He returns empty handed a number of times,
Not easy it is to find a pearl in the deep waters,
But this in turn doubles his enthusiasm,
His hands are not empty every time,
The one who tries
Never fails.
Failure is a challenge, accept it,
Recognise your shortcomings, rectify them.
Till you are successful, shun rest and sleep,
Never run away from the battlefield of hard work,
You cannot get praise without working for it,
The one who tries
Never fails.
Lehron se Darkar nauka par nahin hoti,
koshish karne walon ki haar nahin hoti
Nanhi cheenti jab daana lekar chalti hai,
chadhti deewaron par, sau bar phisalti hai.
Man ka vishwas ragon mein saahas bharta hai,
chadhkar girna, girkar chadhna na akharta hai.
Akhir uski mehnat bekar nahin hoti,
koshish karne walon ki haar nahin hoti.
Dubkiyan sindhu mein gotakhor lagata hai,
ja ja kar khali haath lautkar aata hai
Milte nahi sahaj hi moti gehre paani mein,
badhta dugna utsah isi hairani mein.
Muthi uski khali har bar nahin hoti,
koshish karne walon ki haar nahi hoti.
Asaflta ek chunauti hai, ise sweekar karo,
kya kami reh gayi, dekho aur sudhar karo.
Jab tak na safal ho, neend chain ko tyago tum,
Sangharsh ka maidan chhodkar mat bhago tum.
Kuch kiye bina hi jai jaikar nahin hoti,
koshish karne walon ki haar nahin hoti.
ENGLISH TRANSLATION
You cannot take your boat across the sea
If you are afraid of the waves,
The one who tries
Never fails.
The tiny ant carries a small grain in its mouth,
Climbs up on the wall, slips and falls a hundred times,
The determination in the mind fills your body with courage,
Then climbing up and falling down does not hurt,
Ultimately, its (the ant’s) efforts do not go waste,
The one who tries
Never fails.
The diver dives into the water of the sea,
He returns empty handed a number of times,
Not easy it is to find a pearl in the deep waters,
But this in turn doubles his enthusiasm,
His hands are not empty every time,
The one who tries
Never fails.
Failure is a challenge, accept it,
Recognise your shortcomings, rectify them.
Till you are successful, shun rest and sleep,
Never run away from the battlefield of hard work,
You cannot get praise without working for it,
The one who tries
Never fails.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
I was a DONKEY…
When we sometimes say, “Tu GADHA hai(you are a donkey)..”, we literally mean it..So, like every human being, even I was a DONKEY at some point of time. A boy with no brain, no thinking capability and used to blindly follow/listen to what others say. And, the result was SUFFERING!!!So, here goes my part of story when I was a literal DONKEY.Time and again, I have proved it and that too with a vengeance :)
During my 10th Pre-test exam, I like an innocent child sitting in the bus was mugging up all the hindi proverbs, author’s name, poems and prose for my HINDI exam. When we reached school, suddenly we came to know that due to the sudden demise of Chief Minister’s death, exam has been cancelled and the day has been declared a holiday. Like all students, I was pretty happy and merry making inside the bus and thanked the Chief Minister’s soul for passing away on that auspicious day. But, unlike all students, I forgot to ask whether the next exam would be HINDI or it would be conducted last. So, for the next two days, sitting at home, I only studied HINDI (we had breaks after every exam). Studying Hindi for 4 days had made me a master of Hindi Literature and I was in a position to talk anything and everything even in my sleep. Now, the D-Day arrived, the next exam day!!
I touched my maa’s feet and promised her that I would score the highest in Hindi paper in my class and like every mom, my MAA was proud of me thinking “MERA BETA KUCH KAR DIKHAYEGA!!”. Feeling proud of my achievement, I entered the class smiling and suddenly got a shock of my life. The whole class was busy turning the pages of SCIENCE book and I was the only one who entered with my HINDI book. I felt as if an earthquake had come, my legs started shaking and my whole body trembling and tears started rolling down my eyes. Seeing me crying like a woman who has just lost her husband, banging my head on the table, all my teachers came and started consoling and motivating me. They said, “Ashutosh, you can do well!! You have 15 mins for the exam to start” and I was like, “What the F***!! 15 mins and I had to complete Physics, Chemistry and Biology!!”. But, being an optimist since the day I was born, I started preparing for my science exam. Trust me, those 3 hours of exam were like 3 ages. And, then the big moment, facing the wrath of my PAPA.
Papa: Beta, how was your hindi exam?? I am sure, you would have done well (within a smile on his face)
Donkey Myself: Today, we had SCIENCE exam
And suddenly, the expression changed and if by any chance, I was not his son, he would have killed me that day for my stupidity…
Papa: Great, no wonder you would fail in SCIENCE exam this time and that too, 10th Pretest exam….
Days passed, and the results were declared. I took the report card and approached my father..
Papa:So, how much did you score in Science exam? 10??
Donkey Myself: NO
Papa: 20?
Donkey Myself: N0
Papa:30??
Donkey Myself: No
Papa: Did you pass the Science exam??
Donkey Myself: I scored 54 out of 100….
And, then, I could see a big smile on my PAPA’s face!! Can you believe and imagine a father hugging a son for scoring 54 out of 100 in Science exam?? But, that day, this miracle happened!!! My Papa was proud to have a donkey son!!!
So, you see, the donkeys can be unpredictable too…
And, then, in one of the organizations, like every other employee, I was doing timepaas with my colleague bitching about my project manager in office communicator in one window and chatting with my project manager discussing about the release of newsletter in the other window. Taking the legacy of donkeyness ahead, the donkey in ME couldn’t have done good to myself. So, here it goes….
This is something I wrote in the chat window
” You know HE is a DOG, bloody, he has screwed my ass like anything. He thinks me as a donkey and asks me to take up the responsibilities of others. Am I a donkey?? If at all I get a chance, I will just shoot him. He is a big time ASSHOLE…”
and pressed ENTER!!!
And, then happily working, I wondered, why my friend has not replied to my innovative ways of bitching my manager. I opened a new window (since I closed the window the last time I spoke to her) and asked
Donkey Me: What happened? You didn’t reply…Do you love the manager or what?
Namrata: I didn’t receive any message
Donkey me: How can it be possible?? I just sent it to you.
Namrata: Are you sure you send it to me only??
And, when I checked, the other chat windows, BANG, I had sent that innovative message to my manager as an answer to the release of Newsletter. No wonder, my manager called me to his desk. I knew, that day was going to be my last day in HSBC.
My Manager: Was the message for me??
DONKEY Me: No. Not at all….
My Manager: AM I A DONKEY?
Donkey Me: That remains to be seen if you believe my words(thinking in my mind). Well, I was actually talking about the Professor in my college. You know, you are a nice manager, don’t you?? I mean common, you are the one from whom I have learnt a lot. How can I say bad things about you??You are an example of perfection to the whole team (HARAMKHORI at my BEST :) )
Manager (A big smile on his face): Thanks Ashutosh!! I am proud to have you in my team
No wonder, he proved me right believing me. So, as I said before, every human being was a DONKEY at some point of his life. Now, if you think, it’s a behaviour of a DONKEY to publicly accept being a donkey in the past now infront of everyone, then it remains to be seen…
“Dimaag hai khaali aur soch aadha,
papa se kiya tha maine jo wadaa,
bana na main koi doctor ya engineer
reh gaya banke sirf main GADHA!!!!
During my 10th Pre-test exam, I like an innocent child sitting in the bus was mugging up all the hindi proverbs, author’s name, poems and prose for my HINDI exam. When we reached school, suddenly we came to know that due to the sudden demise of Chief Minister’s death, exam has been cancelled and the day has been declared a holiday. Like all students, I was pretty happy and merry making inside the bus and thanked the Chief Minister’s soul for passing away on that auspicious day. But, unlike all students, I forgot to ask whether the next exam would be HINDI or it would be conducted last. So, for the next two days, sitting at home, I only studied HINDI (we had breaks after every exam). Studying Hindi for 4 days had made me a master of Hindi Literature and I was in a position to talk anything and everything even in my sleep. Now, the D-Day arrived, the next exam day!!
I touched my maa’s feet and promised her that I would score the highest in Hindi paper in my class and like every mom, my MAA was proud of me thinking “MERA BETA KUCH KAR DIKHAYEGA!!”. Feeling proud of my achievement, I entered the class smiling and suddenly got a shock of my life. The whole class was busy turning the pages of SCIENCE book and I was the only one who entered with my HINDI book. I felt as if an earthquake had come, my legs started shaking and my whole body trembling and tears started rolling down my eyes. Seeing me crying like a woman who has just lost her husband, banging my head on the table, all my teachers came and started consoling and motivating me. They said, “Ashutosh, you can do well!! You have 15 mins for the exam to start” and I was like, “What the F***!! 15 mins and I had to complete Physics, Chemistry and Biology!!”. But, being an optimist since the day I was born, I started preparing for my science exam. Trust me, those 3 hours of exam were like 3 ages. And, then the big moment, facing the wrath of my PAPA.
Papa: Beta, how was your hindi exam?? I am sure, you would have done well (within a smile on his face)
Donkey Myself: Today, we had SCIENCE exam
And suddenly, the expression changed and if by any chance, I was not his son, he would have killed me that day for my stupidity…
Papa: Great, no wonder you would fail in SCIENCE exam this time and that too, 10th Pretest exam….
Days passed, and the results were declared. I took the report card and approached my father..
Papa:So, how much did you score in Science exam? 10??
Donkey Myself: NO
Papa: 20?
Donkey Myself: N0
Papa:30??
Donkey Myself: No
Papa: Did you pass the Science exam??
Donkey Myself: I scored 54 out of 100….
And, then, I could see a big smile on my PAPA’s face!! Can you believe and imagine a father hugging a son for scoring 54 out of 100 in Science exam?? But, that day, this miracle happened!!! My Papa was proud to have a donkey son!!!
So, you see, the donkeys can be unpredictable too…
And, then, in one of the organizations, like every other employee, I was doing timepaas with my colleague bitching about my project manager in office communicator in one window and chatting with my project manager discussing about the release of newsletter in the other window. Taking the legacy of donkeyness ahead, the donkey in ME couldn’t have done good to myself. So, here it goes….
This is something I wrote in the chat window
” You know HE is a DOG, bloody, he has screwed my ass like anything. He thinks me as a donkey and asks me to take up the responsibilities of others. Am I a donkey?? If at all I get a chance, I will just shoot him. He is a big time ASSHOLE…”
and pressed ENTER!!!
And, then happily working, I wondered, why my friend has not replied to my innovative ways of bitching my manager. I opened a new window (since I closed the window the last time I spoke to her) and asked
Donkey Me: What happened? You didn’t reply…Do you love the manager or what?
Namrata: I didn’t receive any message
Donkey me: How can it be possible?? I just sent it to you.
Namrata: Are you sure you send it to me only??
And, when I checked, the other chat windows, BANG, I had sent that innovative message to my manager as an answer to the release of Newsletter. No wonder, my manager called me to his desk. I knew, that day was going to be my last day in HSBC.
My Manager: Was the message for me??
DONKEY Me: No. Not at all….
My Manager: AM I A DONKEY?
Donkey Me: That remains to be seen if you believe my words(thinking in my mind). Well, I was actually talking about the Professor in my college. You know, you are a nice manager, don’t you?? I mean common, you are the one from whom I have learnt a lot. How can I say bad things about you??You are an example of perfection to the whole team (HARAMKHORI at my BEST :) )
Manager (A big smile on his face): Thanks Ashutosh!! I am proud to have you in my team
No wonder, he proved me right believing me. So, as I said before, every human being was a DONKEY at some point of his life. Now, if you think, it’s a behaviour of a DONKEY to publicly accept being a donkey in the past now infront of everyone, then it remains to be seen…
“Dimaag hai khaali aur soch aadha,
papa se kiya tha maine jo wadaa,
bana na main koi doctor ya engineer
reh gaya banke sirf main GADHA!!!!
Monday, January 4, 2010
Why we LOVE our MAA???
When everyone was busy waiting for the New Year to come and embrace them, partying with friends, dancing in pubs and freaking out on roads, I was busy packing my bags. I had to catch a bus early morning to my papa’s place. So, sharp on 31st Dec, 10 pm, I closed my eyes and went to bed. When I woke up the next morning at 5 in the morning, I was shocked to see an array of messages and missed calls on my mobile. Well, not bothering much,I boarded the bus.
When I got down from the bus and started walking towards my papa’s place (he is currently posted in a very small town in Chittoor district), I saw an angel standing on the balcony with a smile on her face. There is an aura in her face, an angel whom I have been seeing since my birth. Neither with a magic wand nor with feathers, this angel is very much like us. I climbed the steps, approached towards her, and touched her feet. Seeing a smile on her face was enough for me to rejoice. Yes, I was in a mood to celebrate my new year with the angel. Undoubtedly, my day has begun with a special person, and I was sure that having seen her in the morning will surely make this year a memorable one. Needless to say, the ANGEL is my MAA.
If there’s one reason for me to live in this world, then it’s surely is my MAA who teaches me to be a better human being with every passing day. Life would have been really difficult if she would not have been with me constantly driving me to do good everyday. My MAA has taught me few lessons in my life which I would like to share with you all in my first post in this new year:
1. People die, if anything remains after death, is their words. Not everyone is capable to help the people who are suffering, but the only way we can make a difference in their lives is through our words. We should never hurt anyone with our words for soulful words can bring a smile on others face. You can be a leader, an inspiration, a guiding force, a mentor…only through your words……
2. EGO can never be an answer to any constructive relationship. A humbled life is a life worth living. That’s probably the reason behind the humbled attitude of great people. A life with baggage full of egos is a life filled with loneliness.
3. There is a time in everyone’s life because of some incident, people stop believing in GOD. But, my MAA says, “That’s the time when your faith in GOD should be stronger“. Everything happens for a reason, may be we are not able to visualize the good while suffering but definitely there is some good stored for us in the future. Every single suffering that we undergo makes us stronger and help us becoming a better human being.
4. It’s difficult but always try to be happy. In a life, where every second people suffer due to some or the other reason and sometimes have to face a cruel destiny, it’s very necessary to be happy with what we have and live those small moments which brings happiness in our lives rather than constantly cursing our destiny. In a race to become successful, we sometimes forget humanity. Humanity is all about loving people around us and spreading happiness in their lives and it is only possible when we are happy with ourselves.
5. Respect is the greatest thing that we can achieve in our life. Not every human being is born with a silver spoon or build a million dollar fortune in their life, but one thing which every single human being can earn is RESPECT and truly RESPECT is something which cannot be commanded. It only comes the way we live our lives and the way we behave with others everyday.
Someone have truly said, that GOD cannot be everywhere, that’s why he created “MOTHER”. If ever you have hurt your parents knowingly or unknowingly, make it a point to apologize to them later. Their tears can awfully spell doom in your lives. Trust me, a mother’s blessings and prayers can do wonders in their children lives.
Feel blessed if your mother is besides you, the way I am. She is the one who makes all sacrifices throughout her life to make you a better human being and give you a life worth living, isn’t it our duty to make her happy in the smallest possible ways we can in her times of need??
When I got down from the bus and started walking towards my papa’s place (he is currently posted in a very small town in Chittoor district), I saw an angel standing on the balcony with a smile on her face. There is an aura in her face, an angel whom I have been seeing since my birth. Neither with a magic wand nor with feathers, this angel is very much like us. I climbed the steps, approached towards her, and touched her feet. Seeing a smile on her face was enough for me to rejoice. Yes, I was in a mood to celebrate my new year with the angel. Undoubtedly, my day has begun with a special person, and I was sure that having seen her in the morning will surely make this year a memorable one. Needless to say, the ANGEL is my MAA.
If there’s one reason for me to live in this world, then it’s surely is my MAA who teaches me to be a better human being with every passing day. Life would have been really difficult if she would not have been with me constantly driving me to do good everyday. My MAA has taught me few lessons in my life which I would like to share with you all in my first post in this new year:
1. People die, if anything remains after death, is their words. Not everyone is capable to help the people who are suffering, but the only way we can make a difference in their lives is through our words. We should never hurt anyone with our words for soulful words can bring a smile on others face. You can be a leader, an inspiration, a guiding force, a mentor…only through your words……
2. EGO can never be an answer to any constructive relationship. A humbled life is a life worth living. That’s probably the reason behind the humbled attitude of great people. A life with baggage full of egos is a life filled with loneliness.
3. There is a time in everyone’s life because of some incident, people stop believing in GOD. But, my MAA says, “That’s the time when your faith in GOD should be stronger“. Everything happens for a reason, may be we are not able to visualize the good while suffering but definitely there is some good stored for us in the future. Every single suffering that we undergo makes us stronger and help us becoming a better human being.
4. It’s difficult but always try to be happy. In a life, where every second people suffer due to some or the other reason and sometimes have to face a cruel destiny, it’s very necessary to be happy with what we have and live those small moments which brings happiness in our lives rather than constantly cursing our destiny. In a race to become successful, we sometimes forget humanity. Humanity is all about loving people around us and spreading happiness in their lives and it is only possible when we are happy with ourselves.
5. Respect is the greatest thing that we can achieve in our life. Not every human being is born with a silver spoon or build a million dollar fortune in their life, but one thing which every single human being can earn is RESPECT and truly RESPECT is something which cannot be commanded. It only comes the way we live our lives and the way we behave with others everyday.
Someone have truly said, that GOD cannot be everywhere, that’s why he created “MOTHER”. If ever you have hurt your parents knowingly or unknowingly, make it a point to apologize to them later. Their tears can awfully spell doom in your lives. Trust me, a mother’s blessings and prayers can do wonders in their children lives.
Feel blessed if your mother is besides you, the way I am. She is the one who makes all sacrifices throughout her life to make you a better human being and give you a life worth living, isn’t it our duty to make her happy in the smallest possible ways we can in her times of need??
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