Chakka-Jaam

"Ping-Pong"

2010-05-09T00:18:00.001-07:00

That wrecking feeling,

that truncating pain....

The mind is riggling hard,

to get out of the agony chain !

There are other paths to "glory",

then why do we succumb....

The chastity is in the mind

and the brain has gone numb !

The pleasure has gone sadistic,

the drums have dried along....

Why on earth is there a need,

to play a game, we gladly call as "Ping-Pong" !

The Fall

2010-05-04T03:23:00.001-07:00

The sound of silence makes me rot,

the words when spoken leave me not....

There is a wind somewhere which blows away my day,

and i have lost the night star which was my mainstay....

I cant cry now for it disturbs the silence,

i cant even sigh , guess it upsets the voidance....

There is not enough left to stir in the bowl,

will the empty Vessels now make noise and howl....

I stand alone straight out of the hallucination,

i walk the narrow path with an incertain motion....

Why is there a dense layer of smoke everywhere in the air,

why not anymore does the burning woods make me care....

I can see the well in some distance now,

I approach unaware if it will just turnout to be a slough....

I have fallen in the past and got myself ridiculed,

i just cant get it out, all that comes out is a mewl....

I trusted them to travel alone so far,

i scared nothing and spared no bar....

but they diminshed the coal to just char,

and so the repudiation shall exist as an indelible scar......

There is a hurdle at all corners that i can see,

and my bid to cross them has earned me the name floozie....

My acts are questioned and so does my existence,

should i just lend a hand to the final transience....

Couple Conversations - of a Different Kind ! :-)

2010-01-19T09:31:00.000-08:00

Dear Mr. X,

This mail comes second in series of reminder mails towards a self-propagated supposedly-denounced-however-proclaimed commitment on your behalf to a universally celebrated cause, whose plans would be frozen on the 22nd of Jan 10 at 10.30 p.m. However the mail in itself has been inspired by an incorrigible urge from your counter party to ironically yearn to connect with you prior to the event in itself and hence any attempt to do so is being lapped up by her. Also the irresistible inclination on her part to perennially try to get the better of you in mundanely transactional however strategically intellectual bets which ideally are your forte and do end up being yours but are indispensably catalyzed and made-possible as well as instigated from latency by her presence. Now that the purpose has been explained, justified and gaveled, please get your submission ready to bolster your strongest opponent- so strong that has to step over to your side eventually – (is your hand stretched out to help me cross over ☺ ?)

PS: You are welcome to define this in any category you henceforth wish to as a testified document of evidence for off-spring of this weird species as proof of existence of their ancestors!

Signed,

Perpetrator of the same species with perennial confusion (situationally driven comment specific to date) a dark chocolate icing on top

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ALL DOWN !!! U WIN !!!

You own me for this ! order your slave !

Gosh !! that effect of super delicious melt of words on wafer base of sarcasm with a cherry incentive of showing it to offspring(s) lasted like for 10 seconds.... i liked that !

OK now coming back to reality and replying to that master piece with an attempted response in the form of paper stone for a supposedly Request for Proposal heavier and mightier than a marble-sandstone brick.....

Dear Miss Y,

I am delighted par cognizance and overjoyed par complaisance to hear from you with words genetically modified to from sentences possessing inherent taste of victory over somebody "really sweet and pure at heart and mind " :-) in supposedly-intellectual-but-realistically-overtly-oratory manner.

I would like to gracefully accept the intensively yearned invite fleeced with urge by maiden lady of the day to be lapped up in a manner which resonates closest similarity to the phrase "swept from your feet" and lends credibility to the adjective "Desperate". Kindly excuse my use of "certain" words whose usage was imperative to being out the effect in question.

The efforts in so called mundanely transactional method are well appreciated and provide ample inspiration and scope for this madness to go on.

And yes, since the ground has been leveled and the graveling is also uniform, there should not be a need to lend a hand. However, in circumstances circumventing average imagination process, rest assured that it is not just a hand that is on offer; a complete body support till the last drop of blood shall be provided in the best possible response times.

Counter Signed,

Semi-Perpetrator and Initial -Non-carrier of the species in question :-)

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Dear Mr. X

With great disappointment and a involuntary smirk do I confess to the evidence of presence of malfunctioning elements challenging your tenets of grammar in a meticulously grafted verbiage. Lest the smirk not do its impromptu act of incapacitating your faculties before the realization of its purpose hits you, I must also confess it, when aroused belongs only to its supreme owner and instigator who created its existence and that it would enliven its birth-principle come-what-may in all situations.

The ground being “Gaveled” would certainly have resonated had it been graveled which seems to have been supplemented by his highness :D. It is incumbent upon the “swooned” to lend credence to the Swooner and in a most graciously-apt-however-no-choice-left manner has the party acknowledged.

Please sign an affidavit and agreement to perpetualize the Swoon-dynamics. The series has been declared open today. The rules have been stone-etched by the present-to-day-swooner. One could get innovative and campaign for swoon points and swoon rights to reverse tables. The first set of bonuses points have been allocated to the innovation to perpetrate this species. The winner of the swoon contest would have ownership over the same.

However considering historical performance, swooner would like to warn the challenger to not tread on areas un-reveled-in to avoid swoon pillows hitting them back. Request immediate confirmation to capture intermittent spurts of encouraged ideation space harboring bursts of creativity in an otherwise threatened and unfriendly-demanding and non-germinating swoon dynamics driven environment.

Signed

Her henceforth-surmised species perpetrator swooner

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Dear Mr. X

Dear Miss Y,

With a Smirk bigger than thy,

and an accompanied smile more sweet than sly...

the hunter-gets-hunted game is ON,

Coz "Involuntary" with "a" and without "an" looks torn ...

The confounded swooner or the swooning confusion,

the enigma remains starking high....

Who-s-the-swooner-who-s-the-swooned-one-?

is left staring in the eye...

The anthem of Swoon Dynamics shall henceforth be sung loud,

But the rule is that there is no stone-etched rule , fyi, just to clear the cloud...

The Contest is open with validity limited to eternity,

but shudnt the bonus points be awarded to all the members of fraternity.....

However considering historical performance, swooner would like to warn the challenger to not tread on areas un-reveled-in to avoid swoon pillows hitting them back

Request immediate confirmation to capture intermittent spurts of encouraged ideation space harboring bursts of creativity in an otherwise threatened and unfriendly-demanding and non-germinating swoon dynamics driven environment.

The challenge is hereby accepted with grace and with pride,

Surely time will tell who Goes for the wildest ride...

The pillow fight shall remain an integral component forever,

Highly advisable to judiciously use your time to prepare...

Signed

Her henceforth-surmised species perpetrator swooner

Signing is an art not similar to sighing,

Want to say all the best but the best thought echoed by mind for you is "keep Trying ! keep Trying!"

Perception

2009-09-01T10:22:00.001-07:00

Darakht-e-mazaar mein moumil ne aag kyun de di,

supurd -e-khaak hona abhi baaki tha....

Abhi to lafz zubaan par aaye bhi nahi,

aur woh samjhe fasana bayaan ho gaya....

She :)

2009-07-01T04:41:00.000-07:00

She has flown forever and made her way,

her destiny is waiting for her far and away...

As Aver as her, effulgence is her nature,

shallow may be her depth but long is her stature....

Who has the might to face her prescience,

who has the right to snub her ebullience...

She maybe disported but cant be kiboshed,

she may remain silent but her feet will swash...

To meet the sea of her dreams,

to retain her golden gleams...

She has to persist , and she has to bear the pain,

she has to rest today , for the strength to regain..

DREAM

2009-06-22T23:45:00.001-07:00

Is the dream just done or have i just begun,

Is the funnel too round or have i just touched the ground...

Is that MY path or is just another way,

It doesnt matter anymore, coz m really gonna stay...

I have waited for this moment one pound by pound,

i have worked for my passion with humans and with hounds..

I have grown with my dream day in and day out,

am a free bird now, i can scream , i can shout...

There was tension in the air , there was chaos all around,

but the dream stayed in my heart, it was all safe and sound...

My tentacles are small and new,

and the feathers are tiny and few...

I have to swim and fly at the same time,

coz the destination is far, and means arent prime...

There will be stones and the boulders,

there might be even lesser help shoulders...

There might be times when chips are down,

and the feelin that the boat may just drown...

But i shall make efforts to survive,

before myself, i have to find my dream a hive...

And i wont buzz from the path i chose,

i would park my dream but return again as storms close...

Strong currents may have made my boat tore,

and agreed m stranded but m happy to be at the shore...

There is another boat to be made again,

there is a new journey to be started with its new pain....

Life exists coz FEAR is what i have shun,

my dream has just started, coz i have just BEGUN ....

आखरी किरण

2009-05-22T03:37:00.001-07:00

आखरी किरण
पहली किरण बोली आखरी किरण से, क्यूँ तुम अंत में आती हो...
बस अब सूरज ढल जायेगा, क्यूँ ऐसा पैगाम लाती हो....
क्यूँ तुम मुझसी नहीं बनती, की सब तुम्हे चाहें,
क्यूँ न आगमन से तुम्हारे भी जंतू सब दिनचर्या प्रारंभ कर पाएं....
क्यूँ तुम अँधेरे का सन्देश ले आती हो,
आलिंगन होगा तुम्हारा भी , क्यूँ नहीं तुम मेरे जैसे पहली किरण बन जाती हो!

सुन यह बात उसकी, अंत किरण की आंखें भर आई...
फिर धीमे से चेहरे पे एक मुस्कान उभर आई,
माना होगा नाम मेरा, अगर मैं तुम जैसी बन जाओं,
पर कौन करेगा काम मेरा, अगर मैं भी शैय्या पर सो जाओं....

चंदा को कौन दस्तक देगा, तारों को कौन न्योता,
कौन देगा दिन ढलने का एहसास , जिससे सारा संसार है सोता...
मैं आ जाओं सवेरे तो पंछी न कभी घर जायेंगे,
दिन भर जो दाना है बटोर, कैसे वोह नन्हे पक्षी खा पाएंगे....
मैं बन जाओ पहली किरण तो कैसे जीवन चल पायेगा,
दिन-रात का कलश टूटेगा, हाहाकार मच जायेगा.....

माना मई नहीं संख्या में अव्वल, माना नहीं की मैंने कोई पहेल...
माना मैंने देर से आना, खोना का एहसास भी जाना...

इल्जाम लगे मुझ पे देरी का , खोटी नियत और शायद हेरा फेरी का....
त्याग ना मेरा समझ पाया कोई, मन के भंवर में ना उतर पाया कोई...
कैसे कहूं क्या बेचैनी सहती हूँ,
मिलन की आस पे जिंदा रहती हूँ....
कितनी कसौटी मैंने अब तक हैं तारी,
कैसे न्युन्छावर कर दी खुशियाँ जीवन की सारी...

काश ! काश कोई मुझे भी समझ पाता ,
देरी क्यूँ की , यह भांप जाता ...
क्यूँ मैंने पहले न इस द्वार को खोला ,
क्यूँ नहीं पहले कुछ मैंने बोला ...
समझ पाता न इसमें कोई स्वार्थ था मेरा ,
मैं भी चाहती था मैं देखूं सवेरा ...

पर शायद नियति का यही मन है ,
मेरे त्याग में ही मेरा जीवन है ...
सदा रहेगा मेरा ध्यान हर मनाव पर ,
हर पक्ष्ही पर , हर जंतू पर ....
डोली में बैठी हर कन्या पर ,
डाली पे बैठे हर पंछी पर ...
आकाश पर और वसुधा पर भी ,
नदिया में भी और धरा पर भी ...

बिन अपेक्षा यह जीवन मैं चार जाओंगी,
न कर सका जो कोई , वोह मैं कर जाओंगी....
नियति के इस में मैं पूर्ण रूप से निभ जाओंगी...
मैं हूँ आखरी किरण , हाँ !मैं ही हूँ आखरी किरण ....
मैं सदा अंत में ही आऊँगी, मैं सदा अंत में ही आऊँगी !
आखरी किरण
पहली किरण बोली आखरी किरण से, क्यूँ तुम अंत में आती हो...
बस अब सूरज ढल जायेगा, क्यूँ ऐसा पैगाम लाती हो....
क्यूँ तुम मुझसी नहीं बनती, की सब तुम्हे चाहें,
क्यूँ न आगमन से तुम्हारे भी जंतू सब दिनचर्या प्रारंभ कर पाएं....
क्यूँ तुम अँधेरे का सन्देश ले आती हो,
आलिंगन होगा तुम्हारा भी , क्यूँ नहीं तुम मेरे जैसे पहली किरण बन जाती हो!

सुन यह बात उसकी, अंत किरण की आंखें भर आई...
फिर धीमे से चेहरे पे एक मुस्कान उभर आई,
माना होगा नाम मेरा, अगर मैं तुम जैसी बन जाओं,
पर कौन करेगा काम मेरा, अगर मैं भी शैय्या पर सो जाओं....

चंदा को कौन दस्तक देगा, तारों को कौन न्योता,
कौन देगा दिन ढलने का एहसास , जिससे सारा संसार है सोता...
मैं आ जाओं सवेरे तो पंछी न कभी घर जायेंगे,
दिन भर जो दाना है बटोर, कैसे वोह नन्हे पक्षी खा पाएंगे....
मैं बन जाओ पहली किरण तो कैसे जीवन चल पायेगा,
दिन-रात का कलश टूटेगा, हाहाकार मच जायेगा.....

माना मई नहीं संख्या में अव्वल, माना नहीं की मैंने कोई पहेल...
माना मैंने देर से आना, खोना का एहसास भी जाना...

इल्जाम लगे मुझ पे देरी का , खोटी नियत और शायद हेरा फेरी का....
त्याग ना मेरा समझ पाया कोई, मनन के भंवर में ना उतर पाया कोई...
कैसे कहूं क्या बेचैनी सहती हूँ,
मिलन की आस पे जिंदा रहती हूँ....
कितनी कसौटी मैंने अब तक हैं तारी,
कैसे न्युन्छावर कर दी खुशियाँ जीवन की सारी...

काश ! काश कोई मुझे भी समझ पाता ,
देरी क्यूँ की , यह भांप जाता ...
क्यूँ मैंने पहले न इस द्वार को खोला ,
क्यूँ नहीं पहले कुछ मैंने बोला ...
समझ पाता न इसमें कोई स्वार्थ था मेरा ,
मैं भी चाह था मैं देखूं सवेरा ...

पर शायद नियति का यही मन है ,
मेरे त्याग में ही मेरा जीवन है ...
सदा रहेगा मेरा ध्यान हर मनाव पर ,
हर पक्ष्ही पर , हर जंतू पर ....
डोली में बैठी हर कन्या पर ,
डाली पे बैठे हर पंछी पर ...
आकाश पर और वसुधा पर भी ,
नदिया में भी और धरा पर भी ...

बिन अपेक्षा यह जीवन मैं चार जओंगी ,
न कर सका जो कोई , वोह मैं कर जओंगी ....
नियति के इस में मैं पूर्ण रूप से निभ जओंगी ...
मैं हूँ आखरी किरण , हाँ !मैं ही हूँ आखरी किरण ....
मैं सदा अंत में ही आऊँगी, मैं सदा अंत में ही आऊँगी !

Vartmaan :-)

2009-05-06T03:33:00.001-07:00

Teen teeter,teen bater,

Chale saath mein subah saver.....

Teen teeter chugh layi daana,

teen bater kahe abhi nahi khana............

Teen teeter teen bater pahuche bargad ,

baadal barse hui gadbad...........

Teen teeter tripti se khush the,

teen bater kitne vivash the...........

Teen bater hue vilupt ant mein,

teen teeter reh gaye sang mein............

Teen bater se kya seekha maanav,

aaj ka kaam kal pe taale, woh daanav............

Teen teeter ki seekho zaban mein,

aaj ka kaam kar daalo vartmaan mein............

Der hui to kahaan jayega,

chidhiya chugh gayi khet to kya andaa khayega...................

Samandar aur Nauka

2009-04-30T04:53:00.001-07:00

Tujhse khushi hai , tujhse hai chahat,

Tujhse sukoon hai, tujhse hai raahat.....

Na inkaar karna malika-e-samandar,

Yeh dil nauka hai meri, ho jaaye naa aahat..... :-)

Intezaar

2009-04-29T21:33:00.001-07:00

Na chaand ka na taaron ka....

Na ek ka na hazaaron ka....

Intezaar hai to bas tera...tera......tera

Aur tujhse judi bahaaron ka

2009-02-08T06:26:00.000-08:00

Naa hoke bhi tum paas ho,
har pal-chhin ki aas ho.....
Adrashya ho to kya hua,
Tum hridaya ke khaas ho.....

Wish :-)

2009-02-02T04:07:00.000-08:00

Ghane baadal se gehri teri chhaya ho,
dar-e-darakht se phal dar tera saaya ho .....
Har harkat pe lab se bas yeh dua nikale,

ki phoolon se jyada meheke aisi teri kaaya ho.....

View from a Well

2009-01-29T03:37:00.000-08:00

The dark silhoutee of the wall .....
Light & more light standing tall......

The sonorous chirp of the sparrow
suppressing the chime of the crow.....

The pack of doves engrossed in flight,
to each its own, showcasing their might.....

The shapeless clouds reminiscent of rain,
the darkness in them as if sharing the pain.....

The stretched sky is deep blue,
Scenic if not a panoramic view....

Other way wud have meant to see deep down,
Pitch Black in true sense, not even a shade of brown.....

Its great to walk the thin line,
but life in an abyss is just as fine, just as fine, just as fine ...... :-)

Class Mis-Chief (CM)

2008-12-10T05:51:00.000-08:00

It took me so long, after umpteeen self-talking sessions finally to convince myself of the fact that i remember a lot. And although (touch-wood !) thats like a GOD's gift, it comes with a limited memory space....and so comes the concept of storing the moments somewhere.
Of all the things that i enjoy in my life....i relish the role of mischief maker the most...and it brings a generous smile to my face when i remember those "Creative" moments of joy and audaciously hilarious situations. But the journey down the memory lane is filled with some missing details....and it really takes my heart away because the sometimes the fun lies in those details....Hence the resolution to pen down them somewhere where me and others who were a part of it, can enjoy it...day after day....week after week....year after year.......forever... :-)

i know i have lost on a lots of priceless "never-gonna-happen-again" incidents...but its still superb & worth
the effort...coz there still will b lots of those beautiful incidents coming way....n m pretty sure about it...

so lets get started.... :P

The Distance

2008-12-06T23:29:00.000-08:00

Panchhi ki udan na dekho,
abhi door talak jaana hai....

Suna hai vadiyon ke us par,
ek nanha se gharana hai .....

Gyat ho ki path ke har kadam par,
mushkilon ka aana jaana hai ......

Par isse koi tumhe koi sarokaar nahi,
kyunki abhi door talak jaana hai ....

Chahe saathi apne na rahe,
tumhe apna saath nibhana hai .....

Sagar ki gahrayii bandho, parvat ki unchayi napo,
path samtal tumhe banana hai .....

Hey raahi yeh raah hai tumhari,
abhi kisne tumhe pechhana hai.......

Chalte chalo, chalte chalo aye raahi,
kyunki abhi door talak jaana hai .....

Dost

2008-07-04T09:00:00.000-07:00

They are the reasons for me to be around,
they are the voice in my sound...
They are the feather in my poor crown,
they are my medication when i am down....

They are the need when lost is sky,
they are the feed when i want to fly high...
They are perennial partners in crime,
they are the nightingales i sing with in rhyme...

They are the newpapers i want to read,
they are the winds that make me plead...
They are the burrows under ole tree's shade,
they are the colors that will never fade...

They are the salt mix in the curd rice,
they are the mushroom with a tinge of spice...
They are the cuckoo and also the crow,
they are the rainbows that always show...

They are the clouds as black as sunshine,
they are fingers that intertwine...
They are the croak of a frog,
they are the energy of a jog...

They are the droplets of first rain,
they are the panacea in pain...
They are the flowers with effervescent smile,
they are the statements in my style...

They are the clocks with sonorous chime,
they are the friends that will last beyond a lifetime...

Zarra-e-inayat

2008-06-15T07:57:00.000-07:00

Palkon ki nami se naa poochho sazaa kya hai,
chhalakate pemane se naa poochho wafaa kya hai....
Nahi mehsoos kiya ishq-e-khilafat ka ehsaas kabhi to,
aashiq se na poocho chhubhan kya hai...

Making world a better place to DIE FOR....

2008-06-15T07:21:00.000-07:00

Just found some print-ads , the campaignsto make a EARTH a better place to live in.....or rather DIE FOR......dont really expect that these advertisements would actually melt some of the most stone made hearts on this planet...but i guess if its even changes a miniscule percentage of them......it would be deemed as " ON TARGET" in my eyes.
Most of these ads are to help people realise what they are doing in their utter disregard for fellow creatures of this planet system.......not that it comes under the "survival of fittest bill" ....just that they have never cared to think that others also can have a right to live .....i guess it would take them rebirths and more rebirths and some more to even come close to being sensitive to other's EX -'i' -STENCE.........
without more preachings ...lets dive in to them....and just sit back and see some creative minds' efforts for causes that i care too care for.....
HOPE some day...it helps....it really helps....

12 seconds.....

2008-06-10T12:51:00.000-07:00

Just-a-joo mein humne ek khwab dekha tha |
Har sehar mein ek baar dekha tha ||
Aankh bhar aaye unki aur humein khabar bhi na ho !
humne to unhe rote hue kai baar dekha tha ||
Woh samajhte Rahe hum bekhabar hain is mudde se |
Sach to yeh hai ki humne unki aankhon mein chhupa pyar dekha tha ||

musings matter !

2007-09-07T16:03:00.000-07:00

They come , they go,
lest it ends in an inept show.....
how much to tell and how much to conceal,
secrets lying deep inside, have to be ready to peel....
cant the road go a li'l more ahead,
cant the dawn be a li'l more early....
how mind wishes to have all this and more, true,
alas! so many come,what remain are a li'l few....
the truth can change any moment,
but then it would not be called so...
who says perceptions dont change,
learn to face facts or be ready to tow...
one day may be there shall be no sunset,
for there would be no sunrise earlier that day...
so, speak up people loud n clear lest u r not heard,
coz its hightime i say ,u say,we all say ...

५ अक्षर -INDIA

2007-08-21T23:07:00.000-07:00

Just earlier in the day got a re-affirmation of the fact.....that how 5 simple letters can make me feel awesome......how that blood rushes in from one part of body to another...how i fell short of even alphabets...leave apart words.....how the "I" in India can travel a full circle to come to "A" in Ankur and then the rest becomes history.....and it repeats .....everytime......in it's own way......guess it s a good ploy i can use to make me feel different and act accordingly thereby....whenever there s a paucity of EQ......but would it suffice......!!!!!!
The answer is the only truth that we are all aware of,actually and still pretend to be blissful .............

2007-07-16T08:40:00.000-07:00

1:05 AM me: are we here to compose a poem.. i cannot guarantee.. old habits die hard....
1:10 AM birth habits die Never

khayali: they stay forever and ever but then some people are clever
1:11 AM me: clever to do wht?

khayali: they work like an eager beaver they make peopel shiver me: stop ur poetry...

khayali: by changing ever so ever

1:12 AM but then here is one who is a duffer me: but change the worls forever *world still free of sins and error

khayali: but still does remain terror
1:13 AM and the creepy fervour me: but does eat as if thts last platter does not

1:14 AM khayali: and this is inane banter me: likes icecream but not ice-cream parlour...
1:15 AM khayali: but toomuch gives fever me: can u stop using this rythmic armour...
1:16 AM as u need t o try every next time a bit harder as if u dont know this is a barter

khayali: its u who is about to linger
1:17 AM me: whtever u do...it gets recorded in a charter...

khayali: and becomes as big as a chpter *chapter me: not that much hanging ...that u call a "Hanger"
1:18 AM khayali: ranther it be called a banger doesn't sound like hermione granger me: but each one is a beginning ....a lot more fresher khayali: yes but sometimes becomes liek an avenger
1:19 AM and u c some danger but keep toll on ur anger coz u gotta stick around longer me: but thats always there with a stranger
1:20 AM and thats how u become stronger khayali: even with the bike ranger!! that message will stay longer :-) me: its becoming too much now..Miss Doubt -Raiser...
1:21 AM r u planni to aim even higher.. forgive me ..else i 'll be on a pyre.. :)
1:22 AM khayali: i will come nd lit the fire then u can happily retire looks like to quit ur needs r dire
1:23 AM me: i hope the Clouds burst tht day...even tighter.... so that i lve athr day to be a figher khayali: ooo poor baby u ain't a fighter me: *fighter

khayali: taht now sonded lighter becoz mine sounded brighter
1:24 AM get fast u fritter me: btw...did u have tdy any appetizer

khayali: no i prefer immunizers
1:25 AM coz keeps me prtected fro ppl who r bitter and always gimme a jitter me: i still suggest u take an appointment ..prior
1:26 AM khayali: but looks like i m giving them jolters me: u seem to walk as a dreamer khayali: yes grass is always greener n u uncle seem dearer and dearer
1:27 AM me: but the water may not always be sweeter

khayali: becoz there is no water heater me: idiot its summerz...use instead a cooler
1:28 AM m gettin a call..can we stop here to cntinue later.... or will it create in ur mind a deep crater
1:29 AM khayali: my stuff tahn urs is greater and anyday much snarter

me: its all in the mind..said one believer
1:30 AM khayali: *smarter

me: but kepp trying harder and harder
1:31 AM *keep

khayali: but keep sgetting longer n longer

me: so that u finally become one day a bit more smarter

khayali: and u think dats kooler and super duper
1:32 AM me: spell n use properly ...as it shud be Cooler

khayali: i expected dat from u mr. duffer ur voice is getting gruffer
1:33 AM me: no mistakes allowd..not even a small error

khayali: if i don't slepe my yes get circles darker but i stay coz i gotta prove i m greater

me: k...go to sleep and for tdy..sleep tighter
1:34 AM khayali: no i will stay i m a fighter

me: for bachcha's wish n health i give in... to become a healthy loser

khayali: does dat mean this is over?
1:35 AM mr. gulshan grover..

me: u win u dance..u articulate....i still remain an artist like KArl Huber :) yup...over khayali: and always dumber me: save it....thats better and nicer...and not a bit crapper... i said its over..
1:36 AM khayali: today i wore a new slipper it was a horrible tripper i found how to a gripper nah its not over just a bit slower
1:37 AM me: thats u think and nt me...dear

khayali: never fear wen i m here i will take it there me: can u pls cm back to ip messenger

khayali: with all love and care its a lot crapper
1:38 AM me: means i have to say a prayer!!!

khayali: i think this gtalk is dapper me: Thank God 4 evrything..be my saviour.. khayali: certainly u liar u have evrything to fear
1:39 AM but try n dare i swear u will ahve fun there me: obviously no smoke ...without a fire..

khayali: and no whtever without desire i could resist dat quipper sounded good and quicker
1:40 AM me: ther s nthing a thing like desire... all needs get maninfested to become ...desire

khayali: desire manifests fire its need very dire
1:41 AM me: u shall face Almighty's ire...

khayali: u sound like ur on pyre me: but u cannot kindle the fire..
1:42 AM khayali: what a miserable crier yes for taht passosn u require

me: better to be dumb than a plier....

khayali: which non-scorpios don't aspire however much we inspire

me: * better to be dumb than be a plier....
1:43 AM and as if Geminis aspire.... u stil shall perspire... coz thats human nature... khayali: its not in geminis feature its not desire but a gracious gesture

me: so better u take bath evryday..n stop being preacher
1:44 AM khayali: ok u r as bad as the elf kreacher n i m a much better teacher coz u called me professor

me: see told u m nt human being..rather a creature
1:45 AM khayali: i'd say rather treacherous future u had better be sure u won't find a cure me: no m happy being pure no need to lure
1:46 AM coz i always talk sour

khayali: and dour and also a big bore its makes ppl sick and sore they wnat u out of teh door
1:47 AM to run away 2 the moor

me: but then i take bath unlike sm to avoid odour... are u still wanting more

khayali: can u talk 2 me.. r u sure?

me: lets end...i need to get back to work shore
1:48 AM khayali: i m tempted 2 use a rhyming word whihc sounds bad and much like a whore

me: same wid me....but unlike ui resisted the lure...

khayali: its not the meaning dats the core its the game dats important and more
1:49 AM its the spirit u c there is nothing to abhor have u seen the movie dor? me: May God bless u with some senses more

khayali: i was watched by ppl one crore
1:50 AM me: so that u stop acting like an amateur

khayali: ok i heard u and i swore never to use dat word any more me: ts sounding idiotic now...i also swore

khayali: a new dress yesterday i wore
1:51 AM but immediately the duppatta tore me: m nt entering anything after this...no matter hw heavy u Pour....:):):) :) khayali: i remebered tales of yore n decided to be careful.. anymore now dats slightly sour don't be a big bore
1:52 AM but the dilemna is still there? ending of this game is where? hey hello r u there?

me: yes m here

khayali: make it clear

me: but its over..i swear
1:53 AM khayali: the answer doesn't show if its over again unclear

me: if u speak anything that rhymes..i shall kil u wid a spear

khayali: but i will reeard u with a pear me: just stop it...rite now..rite here

khayali: coz to me uncle ur dear ok dear
1:54 AM i will not anger u for a game mere but will still be here now dat game is over? break the chain...i swear
1:55 AM me: was it a game for u ...just a mere...

khayali: i will almost be there me: u take the initiative dear

khayali: u will win i fear i will let taht happen never
1:56 AM coz u c i m also clever tell now ho will stop..faster?

me: i hpe u r ...and be always better

khayali: no i m go-getter

me: u i said..i still stand by my words...miss writer

khayali: its getting onto my nerevs like a sweater
1:57 AM with the presserure i will welter

me: fine OVr..oVr...ovR

khayali: so stop the banter ok i give up done no more rhymes

The view that can be true.........!!!!

2006-12-23T07:10:00.000-08:00

hi all,
i am not in any mood to perilously bore you apart from wasting your time also, in making you read a tit-a-bit (I would actually prefer to call it an interactive talk , much to the dislike of a lot of you) that is the offering of a mind exhausted because of another insipid day in office..........but then i have just started blogging today so all the readers have to bear brunt of this........today , I just caught a glimpse of a catchy headline in one the 5 dailies that come to my place early in the morning in stead of a nice Breadfast….mmm…m sorry, I mean Break-Fast …..looks like I really covet that morning breakfast which has alluded me for so many months now....courtesy my self-imposed working schedule..(i guess i have also now started believing like most of the Indian corporate community ,that breakfast or no breakfast a staple diet of early morning news ,half of which is "Masala" tinged with political and entertainment curry, is inadvertently a pre-requisite for our country's economic growth at a fast pace)……Kalaam's message to country’s youth at IIT alumni meet at Mumbai stressing on identifying talent and generating employment......and my head raised once again in reverence to the thoughts of this "Dharti Ka LaaL" in true sense, who has etched out more moments of his life in the service of this country in ways more than one, than the ones he has spent on himself.
The words “Kalaam” and “IIT” made sure that I went through the news piece at least
once, that I was reading it with my eyes half-closed still thinking about the dream I had had
just before someone “CRUEL” woke me up, is altogether a different matter.

It was only that I had read the article almost half that I started getting the crux of the speech he had given.
The propaganda of identifying hidden talent in the youth of today and nurturing them
to not only be self-sustaining but also be employment generators is not an ingenuity in itself but the significance lies in stressing on it at the right time in front of right people, who can really implement it. And unlike others, atleast Mr. Kalam is right in this regard focusing throughout his stay amongst the brightest wiz kids of this land, on the need to realize this ASAP.

That “Mind is Restless”, was one statement that was proved to me instantly ,(albeit, not for the first time in life) , with the thought of another article coming to my 1.3 ounce of grey cells(those having a doubt at existence of even that tiny amount can approach me for a Dekko at the certificate by a practicing medical practitioner who was actually testing me once for insanity……or rather sanity).

The second article was a piece of self-professed writer who is also a student at one of the IITs, making his first public writing debut had chosen the “placements at his campus” as the celebrated topic for his brief dossier.

Translating it more brief would amount to telling readers that he was upset the way companies have “strange and unprofessional” recruitment policies as per him, at times not disclosing the moolah amount though placing offers formally , in the event putting the recipients in dilemma and through the phenomenon of speculation on which one would have better pay-package based on their senior’s encounters with the shrewd HRs of these bigwigs.
The students idea that is crucial to be presented here , is the one that is a well celebrated one across many reputed breeding grounds of personnel with technical excellence, as expressed in his words, as
“As such any job sucks …..the practicality and professionalism both lie in weighing the offerings in terms of monetary satisfaction and the rest all other theories are redundant to be even thought upon”.

And here was I reading ,something that the pioneer of nuclear technology in my motherland had expressed as his heartfelt desire, that of providing cost-effective dwellings to the tune of 500 Million units for both urban and rural inhabitants of this nation, courtesy the efforts of 540 Million youth he feels can be entrusted with the responsibility. And then there was a sudden rush of blood I felt travel through my head down my face to the rest of the body , in the event making my cheeks pink with pride and a fervor of nationalism that would have given the sacrificial spirits of Chandrashekhars and Subhashs a run for their money (mind you …No offence intended).But the duration of the spirit was as eternal as the HOURS OF LIFE left for an ant who had just fallen off the tree, trying to climb it in vain, in the pond beside it.
If not more, the whole series of events majority of which of were proud Home Productions of my
grey matter(does anyone remember, what was the size I had said earlier…..!!!) had made my come back to the state I last remembered I was in before I had taken the luxury to sleep, Loud and Awake !!

My Tooth-brush was eyeing me with a merciful eyelid stance from its stand in the bathroom , maybe because of the treatment I subject it to daily for the past 3 weeks(I remember it was happy, gleaming and smiling at me when I had bought it then , 3 weeks back) for another rough session.
Partially maybe having a mercy on it and partially feeling that I was already late for office so some more moments of indulgence could do no more great harm that had been done, I once again slipped back into the thought process preceding the current one……what an irony ….on one side is a Man who has proved more to world by way of his actions than his words, dropping some lines of pleading advice into the kitty of bright youth to utilize their kitty of knowledge for the betterment of land that has till date kept them as alive and kicking as they are today !!!! On the other is a young mind on the verge of gaining maturity and experience still confused which comes earlier in life, having made up his mind to lead a life, come what may, shall not be similar a trickle to the One lead by some ideally correct IDOLS of youth , but practically incorrect citizens of this huge democracy, people like Mr. Kalaam.

The Big Question that who is RIGHT and who is not completely RIGHT circles around the same irony and may be the answer also lies in the same vicious circle, judgment of which is best left upon the able consciousness of (1 Billion – 1) strong democracy of this country (mind you I am too indecisive since childhood to decide on this matter of prima facie) ,provided all of them get to read this crap of mine…..Did somebody ask the reason for leaving this discussion in lurch……. ???
Well, I guess public memory is too short-lived...remember, tooth –brush ….bathroom…office…..well people I was getting late for office!!!