what is wrong, what is right
who is going to decide
who is able enough to complain
who is actually completely sane
im not the one to decide
n i dont have any complains
i just wana be me
i just wana be insane

27.07.09

How different would it have been - If I were blind
If I were blind - I would have got empathy for everyone’s pain
I would have got a better insight to the reality around me
If I were blind - I would be able to feel the actual feeling to get wet in the rain
N all those others which I usually do not
I would be able to hear the sound of footsteps of people nearing me
Of the swishes n rustlings n silent whispers
N the unsaid words enounced by small sounds of gestures
Which we unknowingly neglect
Our perceptions would be so virginal as they wont be based on what we see
A depth of understanding, a solemn maturity
And yet I would be away from the real world, in a world of my own
Like I always want to be, unseeing the dreadful reality
May be then, I would achieve my own entity
Which would not be based on the last ten days of my behavior
But be judged on the three years of my lost love’s eternity

26.07.09

Bin banaye bhi kitne rishte ban jate hain
Bin kahe, bin samjhe ham unhe nibhate jate hain
Jab ehsas hota hai, to mann utfullta se bhar jata hai
Jaise koi talaab sagar se mil gaya ho
In rishto ki pehchan apeksha-rahit hona hi to hai
Par in rishto ko pehchanna asaan nahi
Aur pehchan ke, usi tarah bin pehchane rehna mumkin nahi
Yehi par hota hai badlaav
Aur yehi par badh jata hai abhaav
Hame mehsoos nahi hota aur ham beh jate hain bahaav me
Aur kho jati hai wo pavitrata, wo sadgi
Jo us rishte me thi, jise hamne pehchana nahi tha
To lo.. aaj mai har rishte ko bhulata hu
Jisko maine kabhi pehchana tha

23.07.09

We’ve sold ourselves
To the people around
Some have limited to the bodies
N some have sold their souls
How valuable is it to be oneself, anymore
Wrapped-up in a cocoon of forgery
Does one really care of the original being
Its just show biz
Many have already died
But the sensation of death is yet to be realized
How does it feel
To be a part of this numbness
Not to be the real me

23.07.09

Im thankful to you for the pain
I could hear the requiem of the world around me
I could be a part of the world that surrounds me
Its because of you that I could become humane
Doesn’t matter if you remember me or not
I would remember you, n love you forever
For what you’ve done to me
For making me a man before drifting me in the stream
Not many get a chance to be a part of the flow
You gave me a reason, n motivation to set out
N understanding myself, gradually I got insight to the outer world
I wish I could thank you for what you have made of me
For setting me free

20.07.09

How many times do we realize
What is important n unimportant in our lives
What sustains n what terminates eventually
What makes our lives happy or ruined miserably
How many times do we realize our real strengths
How many times do we count on our real friends
Life moves on too quickly
Lets not run, Lets think peacefully
Lets relax n take time
Lest it would end before we realize

20.07.09

Running between two rails
Personified balance, finding which amongst two prevails
Carrying so many passengers
Some young n jovial, some frail
Passing through hundreds of destination
Still moving without fail
Bearing all kind of loads
Listening to million stories
Going through versatility of moods
Keeping a thousand secrets
Mingling different roots
Yet ending up in distances
At the terminus finding differences
How life moves like a train
Finding coherence when the end is insane

"chanda ke rath pe wo aega ek din
mujhe sath lekar wo jaega ek din
meri maang bhar dega taro se wo
banaega dulhan mujhe"

"tu jo chhoo le pyaar se
aaraam se mar jaaoo
aaja chanda bahoo mein
tujh mein hi gum ho jaaoo ...
main ... tere naam mein kho jaaoo"

its not time to think
there wont be ever a time to think
how pure can be pure
how pure can be our feelings, our character
there wont be ever a time to think
to mold ourselves
to see ourselves in that role
how can we be so happy with ourselves
how can we be so blind to ourselves

a story of a prince

there was once a Prince
who lived beyond his capabilities
soul of each life
he never missed an opportunity to rejuvenate happiness
his life was more of a fairy tale than reality
everything good would happen to him
n anything bad, he would turn it to beauty
he had a horse
which could take him to the freedom of heaven
that was his life n soul
whenever he needed anything for himself
he would just ride his horse, n again regain himself
it was his horse which was his strength to carry on
it was his horse
because of which he could replace all the sadness with happiness
n then one day, as expected, his horse died
now he couldnt ride ever again
he was broken, yet was standing strong
he believed that God would be there always by his side
but till now, it was his horse which was his God
how could he now understand that God always remains by our side
now that horse is gone, where should he find his God?

05.07.09

Aur kitne sawal karoge
Kabhi to ant hoga
Kabhi to intezar ki bhi seema khatam hogi
Kabhi to mann jeevant hoga
Saagar ki gehraiya kabhi to satah se takraengi
Kabhi to khushi ki talaash ka chir-anand se milan hoga
Aakhir kab tak mook baithe lehro me gote khaenge
Kabhi to sannata dhamake ki tarah phatega
Kabhi to anant andhera bujhega
Aur kabhi to ye sapna toot kar in ehsaso ke astitva ko sapne me mita dega
Kabhi to rooh hawa me ghul jaegi
Aur kabhi to in sab se upar apna basera hoga

someone somewhere..

Gham ki andheri raat me
Dil ko na bekarar kar
Subah zaroor aegi
Subah ka intezar kar

Zindagi bhi kya zindagi
Tum nahi to hai kuchh nahi
Chaahenge tumko umra bhar
Muskura ke dekh ab idhar
Subah zaroor aegi
Subah ka intezar kar..

Khwahishein kya hain khwahishein
Jo kabhi yu hi poori ho
Khushiyan bhi ho be-asar
Ho na ye gham agar
Gham ki andheri raat mein..


Ham Yahan aaj kal wahan
Kise pata ho kal kahan
Is liye aa jeele chal
Ke phir na beet jaye ye pal
Gham ki andheri raat mein..

Nostalgia

If there was Ctrl+Z in life...
Nostalgic memories of those 'good old days' – world has changed and we also changed for the world !!!
Are you missing those days? Sometimes I do..


Doordarshan' s Screensaver

Malgudi Days

Dekh Bhai Dekh

Ramayan

Mile Sur Mera Tumhara

Turning Point

Bharath Ek Khoj

Alif Laila

Byomkesh Bakshi

Tehkikaat

He Man

Salma Sultana DD News Reader

Vicco turmeric,
Nahin cosmetic
Vicco turmeric ayurvedic cream

Washin powder Nirma, Washing powder Nirma
Doodh si safedi, Nirma se aayi
Rangeen kapde bhi khil khil jaaye

I'm a Complan Boy(Shahid Kapoor) and
I'm a Complan Girl (Ayesha Takia)

Surabhi : Renuka Sahane and Siddharth

Then were 'Mungerilal ke hasin sapane' and 'karamchand' ...'Vikram Betal', etc.

How did one survive growing up in the 80's and 90's?
We had no seatbelts, no airbags..

Cycling was like a breath of fresh air…

No safety helmets, knee pads or elbow pads, with plenty of cardboards between spokes to make it sound like a motorbike…

When thirsty we only drank tap water, bottled water was still a mystery…

We kept busy collecting bits & pieces so we could build all sort of things … and we were fearless on our bicycles even when the brakes failed going downhill…

We were showing off how tough we are, by how high we could climb trees & then jumping down….It was great fun….

We could stay out to play for hours, as long as we got back before dark, in time for dinner…

We walked to school, or sometimes we even rode our bicycle.

We had no mobile phones, but we always managed to find each other…. How?

We lost teeth, broke arms & legs, we got cuts and bruises and bloody noses…. nobody complained as we had so much fun, it wasn't anybody's fault, only ours

We ate everything in sight, cakes, bread, chocolate, ice-cream, sweet sugary drinks, fruits...yet, we stayed skinny by fooling around.

And if one of us was lucky to find a 1 litre coca cola bottle we all had a swig from it & guess what? Nobody picked up any germs...

We did not have Play Stations, MP3, Nintendo's, I-Pods, Video games, 99 Cable TV channels, DVD's, Home Cinema, Home Computers, Laptops, Chat-rooms, Internet, etc ...

BUT, we had REAL FRIENDS!!!!

We called on friends to come out to play, never rang the doorbell, just went around the backdoor…

We played with sticks and stones, played cowboys and Indians, doctors and nurses, hide and seek, soccer games, over and over again…

When we failed our exams we were given a second chance by simply repeating the same grade…without visiting psychiatrists, psychologists or counselors…

Such were the days…

We had freedom, success, disappointments and responsibilities. ..

Most of all, we learned to respect others…

I wish those days could come back..

02.07.09

What is it that makes my identity
What truly belongs to me
Is there anything at all
Or is it all just a fake morale
How do I see myself today
Is it any different from yesterday
Am I really befitting my life this way
Are my ambitions running astray
Why don’t I find in me
what ive been searching since eternity

02.07.09

Ab aur nahi, ab saha nahi jata
Aankho ko ab andhera chubhne laga hai
Neend aati bhi hai, to andhere me hi gum ho ke
Adhoori kahaniyo ka silsila ab kaate chunne laga hai
Jeevan samay me sama gaya hai
Chir-sthayi paristhitiyo ka jaise samanvay aa gaya hai
Chalte chalte ab thakaan lagne lagi hai
Zindagi kisi nomaish ki dukaan lagne lagi hai
Kisi ko kuchh khareedne ke layak se nahi lage ham
Kisi ko sirf dekh ke, tatol ke mann behlana hai
Koi mere khwaab khareedne aata hai
Koi sabit kar jata hai ki mera mann – toote sapno ka kaarkhana hai
Nahi chahiye zindagi se kuchh mujhe
Bas meri zindagi mujhe wapas de do
Wahi purane khilaune, purane sapne
Wo purane rishte mujhe wapas de do
Nahi chahiye mujhe nayi ummeede
Bas wahi mere purane lamhe mujhe wapas de do..