I wonder, what really feeds the ego of a man more and makes him feel like the greatest man alive!
Having a woman around who cares for and loves him and his ability to squish her away like a mosquito by his reckless, aggressive and brash macho behaviour...
OR
Having a woman around who cares for and loves him and his ability to be compassionate and sensitive and make a woman feel loved,respected and secure in his arms...
Monday, September 15, 2008
Thursday, September 11, 2008
9/11
In memory of all the victims of 9/11
If I knew it would be the last time
That I'd see you fall asleep,
I would tuck you in more tightly
and pray the Lord, your soul to keep.
If I knew it would be the last time
that I see you walk out the door,
I would give you a hug and kiss
and call you back for one more....
If I knew it would be the last time
I'd hear your voice lifted up in praise,
I would video tape each action and word,
so I could play them back day after day.
If I knew it would be the last time
I could spare an extra minute
to stop and say " I love you,"
instead of assuming you would KNOW I do.....
If I knew it would be the last time
I would be ther to share your day,
Well I'm sure you'll have so many more,
so I can let just this one slip away.
For surely there's always tomorrow
to make up for an oversight,
and we always get a second chance
to make everything just right.
There will always be another day
to say " I love you,"
And certainly there's another chance
to say our " Anything I can do?"
But just in case I might be wrong,
and today is all I get,
I'd like to say how much I love you
and hope we never forget.
Tomorrow is not promised to anyone,
young or old alike,
And today may be the last chance
you get to hold your loved one tight.
So if you're waiting for tomorrow,
why not do it today?
For if tomorrow never comes,
you'll surely regret the day,
That you didn't take that extra time
for a smile, hug, or a kiss
and you were to busy to grant someone,
what turned out to be their one last wish.
So hold your loved ones close today,
and whisper in their ear,
Tell them you'll alway hold them dear
Take time to say " I'm sorry,"
"Please forgive me," "Thank you," or " It's okay."
And if tomorrow never comes,
you'll have no regrets about today.
R.I.P.
If I knew it would be the last time
That I'd see you fall asleep,
I would tuck you in more tightly
and pray the Lord, your soul to keep.
If I knew it would be the last time
that I see you walk out the door,
I would give you a hug and kiss
and call you back for one more....
If I knew it would be the last time
I'd hear your voice lifted up in praise,
I would video tape each action and word,
so I could play them back day after day.
If I knew it would be the last time
I could spare an extra minute
to stop and say " I love you,"
instead of assuming you would KNOW I do.....
If I knew it would be the last time
I would be ther to share your day,
Well I'm sure you'll have so many more,
so I can let just this one slip away.
For surely there's always tomorrow
to make up for an oversight,
and we always get a second chance
to make everything just right.
There will always be another day
to say " I love you,"
And certainly there's another chance
to say our " Anything I can do?"
But just in case I might be wrong,
and today is all I get,
I'd like to say how much I love you
and hope we never forget.
Tomorrow is not promised to anyone,
young or old alike,
And today may be the last chance
you get to hold your loved one tight.
So if you're waiting for tomorrow,
why not do it today?
For if tomorrow never comes,
you'll surely regret the day,
That you didn't take that extra time
for a smile, hug, or a kiss
and you were to busy to grant someone,
what turned out to be their one last wish.
So hold your loved ones close today,
and whisper in their ear,
Tell them you'll alway hold them dear
Take time to say " I'm sorry,"
"Please forgive me," "Thank you," or " It's okay."
And if tomorrow never comes,
you'll have no regrets about today.
R.I.P.
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Now is the time - Rock on!
rock on!! hai ye waqt ka ishaara
rock on!! har lamha pukaara
rock on!! yuheen dekhta hai kya tu
rock on!! zindagi milegi na dubaara
Time and tide wait for no one, then why should we? Being active is living. When you feel the universe is conspiring against you, taking the wait and watch attitude is the worst thing one could do. It will only let the situation get the better of you. Life will just pass by if you just wait and watch and not even realize when that opportunity to be happy beckons on the door. We are sometimes so lost in playing the watchdog game that we spoil even the present. Its like taking a train journey and not wanting to get down to enjoy the place in front of you thinking, a better place awaits you. Life will just pass by little by little at each station you did not stop at. Eventually, you only realize you are losing out the very time you could have enjoyed. Live the present to the fullest, coz that is what makes your past and the future.
Dont watch life go by, by waiting at the sidelines. Get to the centerstage and get going. Live the life you want to live. Accept what you have, do what is required. Give life your best shot. Afterall when the input isnt good enough, complaining about the outcome is stupid. Get going! Wanna do something - do it now. Now is the time!!! Rock on!!
rock on!! har lamha pukaara
rock on!! yuheen dekhta hai kya tu
rock on!! zindagi milegi na dubaara
Time and tide wait for no one, then why should we? Being active is living. When you feel the universe is conspiring against you, taking the wait and watch attitude is the worst thing one could do. It will only let the situation get the better of you. Life will just pass by if you just wait and watch and not even realize when that opportunity to be happy beckons on the door. We are sometimes so lost in playing the watchdog game that we spoil even the present. Its like taking a train journey and not wanting to get down to enjoy the place in front of you thinking, a better place awaits you. Life will just pass by little by little at each station you did not stop at. Eventually, you only realize you are losing out the very time you could have enjoyed. Live the present to the fullest, coz that is what makes your past and the future.
Dont watch life go by, by waiting at the sidelines. Get to the centerstage and get going. Live the life you want to live. Accept what you have, do what is required. Give life your best shot. Afterall when the input isnt good enough, complaining about the outcome is stupid. Get going! Wanna do something - do it now. Now is the time!!! Rock on!!
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
10 things you dont know about me
#1 I hate wearing socks. This is why I wear sandals most of the year, even through the freezing winters.
#2 I refuse to part with things that have been unused for ages. You'l also find a few of my slippers in totally unwearable condition. Yes, i am the very definition of a kabadi.
#3 I have been part of frisking a small painting from the college stairway. Although, it wasnt my idea and it wasnt me who took that thing off the wall. But my huge jhola type bag gave refuge to the painting.
#4 Its been 10 yrs, since i partially drowned in a kids pool and i promised my self that il learn to swim. That day is yet to arrive. I loveee procrastinating.
#5 I am an obsessive-compulsive talker. I just go on and on. I believe, if i dont speak 2,000,000,000 words a day, id die. :D
#6 I have once managed to set the pressing iron on fire, by making use of my physics and electronics fundamentals studied at school. My physics teacher would be really proud of me!
#7 I love street food. I would anyday prefer a road side chole kulche or gol gappe over a nicely tossed pasta at a posh restaurant. Well, actually after im done with the street food, i will have the pasta. :D P.S. - No, im not FAT.
#8 I haggle a lot with the riksha/auto walla or a grocery vendor.Thats a form of art, i thin few have mastered. Sometimes i feel, i end up making CP>SP (i hope u remember ur elementary school maths).
#9 I have a very retentive memory. Just like the old chacha choudhary jinka dimaag computer se bhi tez chalta hai.
#10 I could tell atleast 10 more things peole dont know about me.
Tagging Forced_Ambitions, Sumukh to spill out some beans.
#2 I refuse to part with things that have been unused for ages. You'l also find a few of my slippers in totally unwearable condition. Yes, i am the very definition of a kabadi.
#3 I have been part of frisking a small painting from the college stairway. Although, it wasnt my idea and it wasnt me who took that thing off the wall. But my huge jhola type bag gave refuge to the painting.
#4 Its been 10 yrs, since i partially drowned in a kids pool and i promised my self that il learn to swim. That day is yet to arrive. I loveee procrastinating.
#5 I am an obsessive-compulsive talker. I just go on and on. I believe, if i dont speak 2,000,000,000 words a day, id die. :D
#6 I have once managed to set the pressing iron on fire, by making use of my physics and electronics fundamentals studied at school. My physics teacher would be really proud of me!
#7 I love street food. I would anyday prefer a road side chole kulche or gol gappe over a nicely tossed pasta at a posh restaurant. Well, actually after im done with the street food, i will have the pasta. :D P.S. - No, im not FAT.
#8 I haggle a lot with the riksha/auto walla or a grocery vendor.Thats a form of art, i thin few have mastered. Sometimes i feel, i end up making CP>SP (i hope u remember ur elementary school maths).
#9 I have a very retentive memory. Just like the old chacha choudhary jinka dimaag computer se bhi tez chalta hai.
#10 I could tell atleast 10 more things peole dont know about me.
Tagging Forced_Ambitions, Sumukh to spill out some beans.
Friday, August 22, 2008
Celebrating Life
Last weekend was a big celebration. It made me richer, along with additions to my ever increasing inventory of clothes and my face has a new pimple (thats liking its place, n refuses to go away) :(( All thanks to the sweets and Cadbury Celebrations Chocolates that have become a mandatory gift on Rakhi ever since the promos on TV.
And a few cuts on my fingers, coz of holding the maanja for kiteflying. Joined my brother and his friends on the terrace. Maine patang udai :) on 15th August after 8 yrs i guess. Didnt care about the sun that would tan me or the lil rain that could spoil my hair. It was madness. It was childish. Shouted when we kaat-oed and bo-ed a kite. I remember, as a kid i have even run after kites and tried to get hold of a kite that was entangled in the TV antenna in my 4th floor balcony. I was too fearless or shall i say i took more risks. I want to be safe now. Dont want to take a risk. Does that reduce my chances of being content and happy?
Running after a 50p kite (back then), now seems like a very stupid thing to do when im earning in tens of thousands. The sense of achievement and joy i got after getting hold of the kite, despite fierce competetion between guys, that often ended in kites being torn is something is hard to get today. Someone said it right, joy lies in the simple things in life. Some things money cant buy. For everything else theres Mastercard. And that too of many banks.
Oprah said on one of her shows 'The more you celebrate your life, the more there is in life to celebrate.' Iv decided to celebrate the smallest of the good things that happen to me each day.
Have rewarded myself with a brownie and chocolate sauce, on clearing 5 gruelling rounds of interview for the next project. I still havn't bagged it, but it didnt stop me from celebrating my small success alone. I wish i get through the last interview from London or the other project based in Canada.
Wish me luck! and Cheers to life!
And a few cuts on my fingers, coz of holding the maanja for kiteflying. Joined my brother and his friends on the terrace. Maine patang udai :) on 15th August after 8 yrs i guess. Didnt care about the sun that would tan me or the lil rain that could spoil my hair. It was madness. It was childish. Shouted when we kaat-oed and bo-ed a kite. I remember, as a kid i have even run after kites and tried to get hold of a kite that was entangled in the TV antenna in my 4th floor balcony. I was too fearless or shall i say i took more risks. I want to be safe now. Dont want to take a risk. Does that reduce my chances of being content and happy?
Running after a 50p kite (back then), now seems like a very stupid thing to do when im earning in tens of thousands. The sense of achievement and joy i got after getting hold of the kite, despite fierce competetion between guys, that often ended in kites being torn is something is hard to get today. Someone said it right, joy lies in the simple things in life. Some things money cant buy. For everything else theres Mastercard. And that too of many banks.
Oprah said on one of her shows 'The more you celebrate your life, the more there is in life to celebrate.' Iv decided to celebrate the smallest of the good things that happen to me each day.
Have rewarded myself with a brownie and chocolate sauce, on clearing 5 gruelling rounds of interview for the next project. I still havn't bagged it, but it didnt stop me from celebrating my small success alone. I wish i get through the last interview from London or the other project based in Canada.
Wish me luck! and Cheers to life!
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
The Quarter Life Crisis
It is when you stop going along with the crowd and start realizing that there are a lot of things about yourself that you didn't know and may or may not like. You start feeling insecure and wonder where you will be in a year or two, but then get scared because you barely know where you are now.
You start realizing that people are selfish and that, maybe, those friends that you thought you were so close to aren't exactly the greatest people you have ever met and the people you have lost touch with are some of the most important ones. What you do not realize is that they are realizing that too and are not really cold or catty or mean or insincere, but that they are as confused as you.
You look at your job. It is not even close to what you thought you would be doing or maybe you are looking for one and realizing that you are going to have to start at the bottom and are scared.
You miss the comforts of college, of groups, of socializing with the same people on a constant basis. But then you realize that maybe they weren't so great after all.
You are beginning to understand yourself and what you want and do not want. Your opinions have gotten stronger. You see what others are doing and find yourself judging a bit more than usual because suddenly you realize that you have certain boundaries in your life and add things to your list of what is acceptable and what is not. You are insecure and then secure. You laugh and cry with the greatest force of your life. You feel alone and scared and confused. Suddenly change is the enemy and you try and cling on to the past with dear life but soon realize that the past is drifting further and further away and there is nothing to do but stay where you are or move forward.
You get your heart broken and wonder how someone you loved could do such damage to you or you lay in bed and wonder why you can't meet anyone decent enough to get to know better. You love someone but maybe love someone else too and cannot figure out why you are doing this because you are not a bad person.
One night stands and random hook ups start to look cheap and getting wasted and acting like an idiot starts to look pathetic. You go through the same emotions and questions over and over and talk with your friends about the same topics because you cannot seem to make a decision.
You worry about loans and money and the future and making a life for yourself and while wining the race would be great, right now you'd just like to be a contender!
What you may not realize is that everyone reading this relates to it. We are in our best of times and our worst of times, trying as hard as we can to figure this whole thing out.
- Unknown Author
You start realizing that people are selfish and that, maybe, those friends that you thought you were so close to aren't exactly the greatest people you have ever met and the people you have lost touch with are some of the most important ones. What you do not realize is that they are realizing that too and are not really cold or catty or mean or insincere, but that they are as confused as you.
You look at your job. It is not even close to what you thought you would be doing or maybe you are looking for one and realizing that you are going to have to start at the bottom and are scared.
You miss the comforts of college, of groups, of socializing with the same people on a constant basis. But then you realize that maybe they weren't so great after all.
You are beginning to understand yourself and what you want and do not want. Your opinions have gotten stronger. You see what others are doing and find yourself judging a bit more than usual because suddenly you realize that you have certain boundaries in your life and add things to your list of what is acceptable and what is not. You are insecure and then secure. You laugh and cry with the greatest force of your life. You feel alone and scared and confused. Suddenly change is the enemy and you try and cling on to the past with dear life but soon realize that the past is drifting further and further away and there is nothing to do but stay where you are or move forward.
You get your heart broken and wonder how someone you loved could do such damage to you or you lay in bed and wonder why you can't meet anyone decent enough to get to know better. You love someone but maybe love someone else too and cannot figure out why you are doing this because you are not a bad person.
One night stands and random hook ups start to look cheap and getting wasted and acting like an idiot starts to look pathetic. You go through the same emotions and questions over and over and talk with your friends about the same topics because you cannot seem to make a decision.
You worry about loans and money and the future and making a life for yourself and while wining the race would be great, right now you'd just like to be a contender!
What you may not realize is that everyone reading this relates to it. We are in our best of times and our worst of times, trying as hard as we can to figure this whole thing out.
- Unknown Author
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
The Language of Love
I am a big fan of the ghazals and sher-o-shayari or maybe im a fan of Urdu. Afterall, having parental roots from the city of nawabs 'lucknow', it was inevitable. A very common joke 'Pehle Aap, Pehle Aap mein gaadi nikal jati hai' tells how graceful Urdu is.
All languages convey a culture but, perhaps, no other language does this better than Urdu. The Punjabi brashness expresses in the crude swear words of its language; French,Italian or Latin can barely convey the depths of arts of the victorian era But Urdu... even the sighs of this beautiful language seem to encompass the courtly graces of Islamic-Indian culture which flourished in Awadh.
Urdu is the language of romance; it is the language of poetry, of diplomacy. I can’t help think that any language could be more poetic. Even a mere asking for introduction is called 'Aapki Taareef?'
When i listen to the ghazals, the longing and depth in the lyrics can anyday beat the mushiest Valentine's Day Card. Urdu is such an intense language - expresses the love,angst,betrayal of an hopeless romantic.
Here are a few couplets from Ghalib -
Dil na umid to nahi, nakam hi to hai,
Lambi hai gam ki shyam magar, shyam hi to hai.
Jis ki awaaz main salwat hoo nigahon main shikan
Aaisee tasveer ke tukde nahi joda karte
Yeh mere aasu jinhe koi pochne wala bhi nahi,
Koi aanchal enhe milta to sitare hote.
Taalim nahi di jaati parindo ko udaano ki,
Woh to khud hi samajh jaate hain oonchaai aasmano ki
Girte hai sahe sawaar hi maidan e jung mein
Wo tilf kya girenge jo ghutno ke bal chale
Saamne hai jo use log bura kehte hain
Jisko dekha hi nahi, usko khuda kehte hain
Poetically yours
Faded Glory
All languages convey a culture but, perhaps, no other language does this better than Urdu. The Punjabi brashness expresses in the crude swear words of its language; French,Italian or Latin can barely convey the depths of arts of the victorian era But Urdu... even the sighs of this beautiful language seem to encompass the courtly graces of Islamic-Indian culture which flourished in Awadh.
Urdu is the language of romance; it is the language of poetry, of diplomacy. I can’t help think that any language could be more poetic. Even a mere asking for introduction is called 'Aapki Taareef?'
When i listen to the ghazals, the longing and depth in the lyrics can anyday beat the mushiest Valentine's Day Card. Urdu is such an intense language - expresses the love,angst,betrayal of an hopeless romantic.
Here are a few couplets from Ghalib -
Dil na umid to nahi, nakam hi to hai,
Lambi hai gam ki shyam magar, shyam hi to hai.
Jis ki awaaz main salwat hoo nigahon main shikan
Aaisee tasveer ke tukde nahi joda karte
Yeh mere aasu jinhe koi pochne wala bhi nahi,
Koi aanchal enhe milta to sitare hote.
Taalim nahi di jaati parindo ko udaano ki,
Woh to khud hi samajh jaate hain oonchaai aasmano ki
Girte hai sahe sawaar hi maidan e jung mein
Wo tilf kya girenge jo ghutno ke bal chale
Saamne hai jo use log bura kehte hain
Jisko dekha hi nahi, usko khuda kehte hain
Poetically yours
Faded Glory
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