Frivolous Fixations

Listening to a very nice song today from 3 Idiots. "Give me some sunshine, Give me some rain.. Give me another chance, I want to grow up once again" Lyrics of the song are beautiful and plead for a life that was unlived...desires unfulfilled and dreams unrealised. Many people in this world might be able to feel the dilemma expressed in the song. Luckily I am not one of them as after listening to it, I thought whether I want to grow up again. No...not really; in fact if given a chance I would like to grow up just the way I did, make the same mistakes, meet the same people, befriend the same people and yes even love the same ones. There is a quote which I remembered, "If God put all the troubles of the world in one big heap and then asked us to choose one for ourselves, we would still end up choosing the one we have now." There might be tough situations in every life, but haven't they always taught us something. Even the people who hurt us teach us a lesson o...

When u feel low nothing seems true , Remember God has something planned for u, Whenever life sinks to the depths of blue, Remember God has something planned for you, In the end when you are surprised to get your dues, Then you'll get this was actually God's plan for you.

Suffering from nausea in the mornings and the nights. Not liking any cooked food. Fruits and juices acting as my survival kit. Also chaats and snacks. Every now and then, heartburn occured as well. Totally confused about what suits me and what not. Finally the appointment day came; the doctor's cabin opened and I lay down. As the ultrasound was done; I saw it... I saw the head, I saw the arched back and I saw the shape that was to become feet. The feeling made me cry, the feeling of having a baby inside me; my baby finally within me. It was beautiful, and I fell in love with it the moment I saw it. You always hear other people talk about the way the feel in such a state but you have to be actually experiencing the joy to understand it. In fact, journey full of diffulties still has to be made and this is just the beginning; yet with the prospect of gaining something too precious makes all the pain and the troubles worthwhile.

Jaisa ke aap sab jaante hain…bina poori baat bataye..main nhi reh sakti… Aadat u see… Is liye apna US wala dukh bhara safar( shuru mein thoda dukh…aakhir mein bahut saara Magar beech ka achcha tha :P ) aap ko likh rhi hun. Day 1- Sunday evening, 7:30 pm in India Hum log taxi se Mumbai ke liye nikle…Monday subah 5 baje ki flight thi; We reached at 11. Ab who airport wale guard ne bola ke 2 baje andar allow karega Lounge mein baith jaiiye…Delhi mein lounge free tha magar yahan kamino ne ek aadmi Ke 60 Rs charge kiye and that too u can be in lounge only for 3 hrs (Samien mein monisha nhi hun but u know I become kanjoos in such situation). Anyway as hum dono subah s epacking ke thake the humne ticket liye aur lounge mein baith gaye. Wahan veg sandwich aur small pizza ka dinner kiya (dono nihaytee bakwaas bane the..magar bhooka kya naa karta). Imran ko neend aa rhi thi but I was bored; maine apna laptop unse nikalwaya( don’t tell me aap logon ko laga ke main laptop bag se khud nikaal paoong...

With even Google going green today, I was just thinking what was the wayI could save my planet.Like our DC initiative of "No print out" this week, there might besmaller steps that lead to big success. So for a while, I tried to let my creative instincts go wild...Maybe i could use Banana leaves in place of plates;so that i use no water for washing dishes(though minimum utensils are being used for cooking). I could use more fans at home..close all the doors tightly so as tosave the breeze or wind outside.I should eat no vegetarain food today...only Non-veg shouldbe eaten...let's save the plants for a rainy day. And finally maybe I should write only on my PC and not on any paper today...saves paper right?? :)

Read about the improving economic state in TOI yesterday.I hope along with economic improvement,there is also an improvement in project status of us employees.It is soooooo boring to be on bench and equally boringto know that there are many other's like us (means we can'tmove to their account either :( ).For hard workers bench might be a break but when people are on bench for extensive periods...it is notonly boring but it kind of pushes a guilt on the person as wellthat he/she is not contributing anything either for themselves or for the company.Maybe like the upward swing in share-market today; there mightbe an upward swing in the IT industry. It might be darkbut its not the end It might tire you outbut don't break; bendIts time like these when u find true friends Dawn might break anytime To make fortunes ascend

Dear reader, If you came here to read the answer to this question you can press the back key as we shall not be doing that. I simply wanted to know why people keep on posting articles and poems on this topic again and again. People need to grow up and understand things can never be generalized. There are never better countries, better men, better women, better children. Generalizing is a term we learned in mathematics; but its not practical to generalize in every day life. Life is beautiful as well as Life is Terrible. Even the most horrifying incident, teaches you. Even the best moment in your life might have some sadness with it. In later times, you might reflect on it, understand it, and be able to analyze that your current situation was an outcome of it. Hence the people who hurt you are many times responsible for your success. The country you hated might lead you to a place you love. Hence Generalization should not be a way of life. Live life, don't divide it into compartments...

A WONDERFUL MOTHER GOD made a wonderful mother, A mother who never grows old; He made her smile of the sunshine, And He molded her heart of pure gold; In her eyes He placed bright shining stars, In her cheeks, fair roses you see; God made a wonderful mother, And He gave that dear mother to me. ~Pat O'Reilly~

Recently there was a short story competition in Infosys. I don't know who finally won it but the stories that I usually come across in the company forums are mostly mushy love stories. I don't have a problem with love stories...but isn't love an expression between parents and children; between sister and brother; between friends as well? Why don't young writers try to explore this path more instead of the same young boy meets young girl criteria. Well maybe I am old now or whatever but reading stories that reflect life seems more interesting. Recently I finished a short story book by Jeffrey Archer ..."Cat-o-nine tails". Most of the stories were real life incidents of convicts. The book was wonderful . Only one story was not a story of a convict. In case you want to read, won't like to spoil the suspense; but only after I finished reading it did I realize it was a love story. Yet it was so subtle; so beautifully layered... that the author does not just con...

Recently I have seen a dearth of good ideas in Television advertisements. The 80's and 90's saw wonderful advertisements made and dished out. In fact the 80's gave way to a new experimental look and most advertisements settings shifted from the rural to urban areas. In my teenage, we used to watch a program on Zee TV named "The Dream Merchants". It was a half an hour long program but me and my sister used to wait for the end 5 minutes. The series was about add film makers, their latest adds, their interviews etc. The end 5 minutes, advertisements from different countries were shown. Most of them didn't even need us to understand the language and that was the best part.As the years approached towards the millennium, many foreign adds were copied by our Indian add film makers (yes believe me its true). First example that comes to mind was the Aamir-Mahima and Aishwarya Pepsi Add. Many other's but can't recall; we learnt them only because of that advertis...

Standing in the rain, waiting for the bus.I look around and see dirt and mud flying on the rod;cars moving so fast, drivers not caring about pedestrians.Vehicles skidding and slipping, small childrenwith their parents who are holding umbrella'swaiting for the school bus.One society having knee length water due to whichsome people are struggling to come out of the gate for 10 minutes. In the midst of all chaos, I hear humming;I turn around and see a boy aged 7-9 yearswearing very ragged clothes but a raincoaton top. He is carrying a milk packetand wearing ordinary chappals.But while he is walking he is humming....guess his perspective was better then the others.

First steps were not easy There were roads to reach there were bridges to build many barriers to breach It seemed hard at first to adjust, understand, react People were friendly but me myself feeling abstract As days passed I overcame initial shyness, hesitation, Knowing the ways of the team bought joy and satisfaction But now the path makes a turn needs a different direction need to think of avenues Need a new plan of action what lies ahead for me is not short of a mystery Living my Life in present not thinking of past or history.

It was dark. As they walked through the mud, hand in hand their feet keep slipping of the ground. The mouth of the tunnel was getting closer. The rotten smell of the water was appalling to them. Sometimes a rodent would pass by their way, which scared her even more. She was clinging to him and he was trying to support her as well as himself on the slimy surface. As they walked he kept checking back to see whether they were being followed. Though there was no one behind, the hair on his neck stood whenever he heard any splashing sound usually made by the things in the drainage pipe. Suddenly she started crying; "Sara, what happened...," he asked softly. "I can't walk anymore, I am tired", she whined. "Just a few steps more,” he persisted. "When will Mommy and Daddy join us?” she asked "They are coming dear...they are a bit behind that's all", said Jesiah. Jesiah was 12 years old and Sara was 6. But in the past 24 hours both of them had age...

Well I just read my friend Jaykumar's blog and he did just what I was about to do. That is I also wanted to post the lyrics of a song which in recent times has affected me a lot. Written by Prasoon Joshi for the movie Sikander, I got goosebumps when I heard the lines of second stanza.(highlighted in navy blue) The lyrics do only half the work, go hear Shankar's vocals; as usual he gives his best. (Anusha) Tee ri ree.. ree ri ree.. Tee ri ri ri ree.. ree ri ree.. (6) (Anusha) Dhoop ke sikke.. uthaakar gunguna de use Baingani kachche hatheli par sajaane do use (2) (Shankar) Bholi bhaali bholi bhaali rehne do Zindagi ko zindagi ko behne do (2) Behne do… (4) (Anusha) Tee ri ree.. ree ri ree.. Tee ri ri ri ree.. ree ri ree.. (2) (Shankar) Barood jab bachcha tha woh titli pakadta tha Woh ambiya bhi churaata tha.. patangon par jhagadta tha Agar tum uska maanjha lootte woh kuch nahi kehta Thoda naaraaz to hota.. magar phir bhi woh khush rehta.. Magar dhoke se tumne uska bachpan bh...

Holding my hand when I needed strength, Telling me to believe in myself today, Giving me courage to face the world, Mom and Dad I Love You Everyday, Asking me to fearlessly speak the truth, Hugging me in case I had a bad day, believing in the dreams I pursued, Mom and Dad I Love You Everyday, When I failed at stages in life, Proving that its not the only way, Providing an optimistic view for me, Mom and Dad I love you everyday, Physical distances may be there now, Far I am, but I still follow your way, Life is to be Lived and not just lead, Mom and Dad I love you everyday. Dedicated to my Awesome Parents... who are there for me today, tomorrow and always.

The Teenager: "Can I go out Mom?" Mom :"No dear, its raining." The Teenager: "Dad, Can I borrow your car? "Dad: "Nope, I won't be able to use it on my office daysif you get it thrashed on a weekend." The Teenager: "Hey bro, Can I turn on the volume of the stereo?" Brother: "Hey no, I have a test on Monday...you want me to fail?" The Teenager: "Sis, Can I make the sandwiches today?" Sister: "Of course not, I keep a very neat kitchen table and you will spoil it." The Teenager: "Well, Why should I vote? " The Family Replies:"Because its a democracy dear, everyone is entitled todo whatever they want. "

Why is Monday soooo boring...It doesn't end soon ..and it brings a whole week with it. Remembered a joke on it. Prisoner: When are they punishing me for the crime? Officer : You shall be hanged on Monday. Prisoner: Can't you hang me on Friday instead? Officer: Why? why not on Monday? Prisoner: It sounds terrible to start my week like that.

Thought of making a list of all movies in the Hindi film industry that have been inspired from Hollywood Flicks.Please don't hesitate to add your own in the listalso there are some movies which were inspired from a Hollywood movie(I have seen them) but I cannot recall the original's name. So do keep updating my listHoping your favourite movie is not on the list.Movies inspired :: (there might be more than 1 movie inspired ) Point of No Return - Kartoos It could happen to You - Bade Dilwala Face Off -Aks Blue streak - Chor machaye shor The excorcist - Jaadu tona, 1921 Dead Poet's Society - Mohabbatein The Devil's Own - Baadal Seven - Samay A kiss before Dying - Baazigar Patch Adams - Munnabhai MBBS You've Got mail - Dil hi dil mein, Sirf Tum Seven Brides for Seven Brothers - Satte Pe Satta Cinderella Man - Tara Ram pump um, Aryan Memento - Ghajini Sleeping with the Enemy - Agnisakshi, Daraar, Yaarana The Usual Suspects - Chocolate Reservoir Dogs - Kaante Jagged Edge ...

Lots of hue and cry was made over Vijay Mallya's bidding for Mahatma Gandhi's stuff. The Government's spokesperson Ambika Soni saidthat they were in constant touch with Mallya and this is a government accomplishment.The very next day, an agitated Mallya told TOI that no one from the government ever spoke to him about the deal. That was a big slap on he spokesperson's face of course(though I am 100% sure she didn't care for it, politics makes you spineless). So we have Gandhi's things in our country now. Great. Has the communal tension eased here? No. Is there any lessening of rapes and murders in the capital. No. Did any robbers surrender? No.Point is why are we equating a Great man and his thoughts to materialistic possessions. Ironically, Gandhiji did not like to have materialistic comfort around him. He shunned that way of life.His need were simple and basic. With all that he just wanted us to believe in simplicity of living; of sharing responsibility; of lov...

From the past few days, I have been getting quite different responses to the question above. Some feign indifference, some get angry, others just stare at me in disbelief.Its not that this question is asked to them directly but whenever Godcomes up in the conversation I have seen an uneasiness that starts showingin many people's behaviour. Is the present generation so fed up of God that they do not even want to discuss him?Or maybe its the other way round...that is Heis being discussed so much and in so many relative fieldsthat He is suffering from over exposure. Mainly by political leaders and So called Religious flag holdersGod is being exploited in every way possible. They have givena thousand interpretations to His books, His commandments.In such a scenario can we really blame this generation for not having faithin God? Another reason for this crisis( which some say)is that we do not have enough time for family so who can find time for God.In teenage I really used to wonder ...

There is a line in Alchemist"When you want something,the whole Universe conspiresto help you realize your desire."I don't actually know when it started happening to me but I realized it quite late in life that whatever I desired in my hearts of hearts I got it. Maybe if I had seen my life more cautiously during my childhood and teen age...there might be more instances of such happenings.The object of my desire could be a formal shirt;(I liked it when I was about 6 in a shopping mall and did not say anything yet my parents bought it for me) or it could be a trip for my Mom to a place(I wanted my Mom to go since she would love it)....all these happened sometimes creating happiness as well as creating a fear in me. Can I really wish all things for myself? What if things I fear in my hearts of hearts also come true? Is this a curse?Whenever one of my desire comes true, these questions hound me for times endless...and yet each time I am left with myself with an emptiness aroun...

Finally made my blog today.Nothing special happened today except for the chit chats with friends..fight with a lady in the dormitory..call with my PM, and of coursethe finalizing of my new room mate. Well hope to record better history then the one i am doing today. So let's start with a poem (my own creation of course) A new day to start in the morning which gives me a chance to change, the things that don't seem right, the things that may seem strange. Many a times the book of life, can be made to end in a better way, if only we have the courage to change, wrongs done in past to rights today. Cheers!!!