tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68631815124632989112024-03-13T08:37:57.264+05:30The Eternal Travellersometimes the journey is more important than the destination...amithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12260453836962170759noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863181512463298911.post-58934670534780470622013-03-24T03:53:00.001+05:302013-04-11T23:17:13.363+05:30hakuna matata..."what did i do to deserve this?" - this question crosses our mind at various points in our life. more often than not, it is when we are in pain. no one really thinks "what did i do to deserve this?" when something good happens to them. then it is just meant to happen. but when we put in a lot of hope and effort into something and it does not pay off, we immediately think, "why me?", when some amithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12260453836962170759noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863181512463298911.post-6647321498276104192012-12-28T00:56:00.002+05:302012-12-28T01:08:27.345+05:30the anniversary... (part 1)She was angry with herself and thinking about what could be prepared quickly for dinner as she climbed the dark staircase to her house. But she felt more tired than angry. Work had been really hectic of late. The new project manager was always stressing on meeting deadlines as this was an important client for the company. She was not about to let one botched delivery ruin her entire amithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12260453836962170759noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863181512463298911.post-84633496065374058292012-07-01T01:32:00.000+05:302012-07-01T17:31:24.257+05:30you know what?it has been a crazy day
no one gets what you have to say
everything you stood for is gone
and yet, you have to fight on
you feel that this is all the battering you can take
only so many smiles you can fake
when no happiness can be found
and there is no hope being passed around
the problems outnumber the solutions
living is just going through the motions
your friends just do not bother
and amithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12260453836962170759noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863181512463298911.post-15856846647525027972012-02-26T23:42:00.003+05:302012-02-27T00:04:28.196+05:30time goes on...everyday, to the rising sun i say,i am going to run faster than you today,and time goes on...at high noon, i still think i may,even though on my back i lay,and time goes on...by sunset i am reminded of the dues to pay,and i think to myself, there is always another day,and time goes on...(but by night, sleepless i stay,awake, yet dreaming of the other way,and time goes on...)amithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12260453836962170759noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863181512463298911.post-50837842626952410732012-02-23T17:53:00.001+05:302012-02-23T17:58:26.944+05:30nature blues...saw a little insect today,seemed like a cousin of the beecurled up there it lay,though it was meant to fly, to be freewith tiny little wings,and a body as blue as can beeven in death so beautiful, that my heart sings,thank you nature, for having more colours than we can see...amithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12260453836962170759noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863181512463298911.post-62426314962502068192011-11-30T16:01:00.022+05:302012-02-08T15:27:26.508+05:30a dimpled angel...most guys harbour a fantasy that they would meet a pretty girl when they are travelling and instantly hit it off, fall in love, have a fairytale wedding and live happily ever after. this extreme optimism surfaces without fail everytime we get into our bus, train or flight and the adjacent seat is vacant. i am not sure if it is something brought on by genes or movies, but each of us has surely amithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12260453836962170759noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863181512463298911.post-50069347186224249622011-11-30T16:00:00.008+05:302012-02-08T15:23:15.492+05:30mischievous smile...natkat hasi wali ladki,tumhe apna kehne ko dil tarasta hai,tumhare aankhon ki khushi,tumhari zulfon ki khushbhu ko dil tarasta hai,tumhare naak pe baite gusse,tumhari maasoom hatheliyon ko dil tarasta hai;jaanta hoon ki nahi main is kaabil,ki do kadam tumhare saath chal sakta,hamari ek duniya basa kar,is samaj ki nazron se tumhe chura sakta,par jo tum mujhe apne dil se door, apni kalai pe bhi amithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12260453836962170759noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863181512463298911.post-49210231960915897102011-07-28T19:35:00.009+05:302012-02-08T15:22:21.145+05:30a rainy evening...i had a bus to catch that evening from the main stand and i found myself in a familiar queue for the local shuttle, a whole two hours before i had to catch my bus. the shuttle usually took 40 minutes for a 30 kilometre journey to the main stand, and it made no stops in between. it was my preferred mode of transport here.the tickets are issued at the booth only when a shuttle arrives from the amithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12260453836962170759noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863181512463298911.post-68006606559365805872011-06-07T02:08:00.003+05:302012-02-08T15:18:34.120+05:30how i survived...for the most part of my life, i was seated comfortably on the back seat of a car being driven by someone on some nice roads. my only job was to remain seated and enjoy the view through the glass. true, sometimes the ride got bumpy, ran out of gas, etc. but then i knew where life was taking me. and then one day i was given the wheel to my life...i do not know how many times i fell in and out of amithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12260453836962170759noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863181512463298911.post-19148685837086110482011-05-13T00:54:00.002+05:302012-02-08T15:14:03.913+05:30bas raat ka saath...palak jhapakne se girte hain aansu,bheed mein bhi tanhai ki aahat sunai deti hai,aaj phir guzra main un raahon se,jahan tere khayalon ki mehek aati hai...tujhe dekhne tarasti hain nigaahein,mann bechain ho jaata hai,haath kahin choot gaye the in raahon mein,par aaj itne anjaan lage tum ki dil bhar aata hai...amithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12260453836962170759noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863181512463298911.post-89833361730729653132011-03-08T00:47:00.006+05:302012-02-08T15:12:46.193+05:30another one bites the dust...Deeply absorbed in my day as I was, I had failed to notice that the end had come about so swiftly. As I dropped him off for the last time at his turn, I suddenly realized that we were all going to miss his quirky humour and friendly grin from the next day. I watched him as he trudged along with his stuff, declining my offer to drop him closer to home as always, quietly, under the orange glow of amithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12260453836962170759noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863181512463298911.post-75558934709409748542010-12-15T00:16:00.003+05:302012-02-08T14:58:48.466+05:30..."I close my eyes and I let my body shut itself down and I let my mind wander. It wanders to a familiar place. A place I don't talk about or acknowledge exists. A place where there is only me. A place that I hate. I am alone. Alone here and alone in the world. Alone in my heart and alone in my mind. Alone everywhere, all the time, for as long as I can remember. Alone with my Family, alone amithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12260453836962170759noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863181512463298911.post-42773947362219233902010-09-15T14:47:00.005+05:302012-02-08T14:57:40.501+05:30dim blue light...As the darkness is occasionally disturbed by the lights of oncoming vehicles,I yearn to see if you will smile,as the bus eats away the miles to our destination swiftly,I wonder if you would be mine,there is only a dim blue light between us girl.Brightly lit temples we pass,and there is a soft drizzle on the glass,the breeze from the open window blows your hair towards me,and I wait to see your amithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12260453836962170759noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863181512463298911.post-53752004635721710212010-05-16T17:11:00.008+05:302012-02-08T14:56:08.808+05:30photography...photography (noun) the art and technology of producing images on photosensitive surfaces, and its digital counterpart. Photography was a hallowed art once, with seasoned practitioners, who perfected their art over the years. Every town had one or two famous studios where one used to get their photos clicked. Ah! What an occasion that used to be! There would be a tinge of thrill in the air when amithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12260453836962170759noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863181512463298911.post-46031205710482492712010-03-27T15:18:00.004+05:302012-02-08T14:51:14.299+05:30blast from the past...Do you know the feeling when you have a song stuck in your head & just cant get it out? Well, I've had my fair share of absolutely ridiculous numbers playing on and on for days together in my mind, so much that every time I open my mouth to hum a song, I subconsciously sing that same irritating tune!The last few days, I've been humming this song we wrote in the 7th standard! I have no idea amithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12260453836962170759noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863181512463298911.post-83101726683887146382010-03-17T12:06:00.008+05:302012-02-08T14:49:51.143+05:30the end of an era...It’s quite amazing how people & places become so intricately involved that it’s hard to imagine one without the other. The adaptability of living beings is unquestionable. In no time people adapt to their surroundings & acquire characteristics specific to particular places. But have you ever thought that places may be influenced by the people that live in them? That it could be hard to amithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12260453836962170759noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863181512463298911.post-84989186540310463332009-11-24T18:51:00.002+05:302012-02-08T14:46:08.321+05:30the joy of walking...Don't worry, I've not begun liking my bike any less! Your first bike always feels like your first love. Better, actually! The understanding between you always grows & there are a whole lot more people involved in your 'kodak' moments! But coming back, when was the last time you actually took a long walk by yourself? No cellphone, no ipod, no conversations, no camera, no destination. Just you.amithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12260453836962170759noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863181512463298911.post-59200046262165162352009-11-19T14:57:00.001+05:302012-02-08T14:41:57.081+05:30who we are...I thought a good way to start my blog would be with a little reminder of who we are.Nothing defines us better than our national anthem & our national song.Despite all the controveries kicked up for political mileage about these songs, they still remind me of my school days, of innocence, of the feeling of pride every time a thousand voices united to sing one song at the morning assembly, evenamithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12260453836962170759noreply@blogger.com4