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Wind And Window Flower by Robert Frost

noreply@blogger.com (Imran Soudagar) — Thu, 19 Jan 2012 11:18:00 PST

Lovers, forget your love,
And list to the love of these,
She a window flower,
And he a winter breeze.
When the frosty window veil
Was melted down at noon,
And the cagèd yellow bird
Hung over her in tune,
He marked her through the pane,
He could not help but mark,
And only passed her by,
To come again at dark.
He was a winter wind,
Concerned with ice and snow,
Dead weeds and unmated birds,
And little of love could know.
But he sighed upon the sill,
He gave the sash a shake,
As witness all within
Who lay that night awake.
Perchance he half prevailed
To win her for the flight
From the firelit looking-glass
And warm stove-window light.
But the flower leaned aside
And thought of naught to say,
And morning found the breeze
A hundred miles away.

Robert Frost

They Were Welcome To Their Belief by Robert Frost

noreply@blogger.com (Imran Soudagar) — Thu, 02 Feb 2012 10:52:00 PST

Grief may have thought it was grief.
Care may have thought it was care.
They were welcome to their belief,
The overimportant pair.

No, it took all the snows that clung
To the low roof over his bed,
Beginning when he was young,
To induce the one snow on his head.

But whenever the roof camme white
The head in the dark below
Was a shade less the color of night,
A shade more the color of snow.

Grief may have thought it was grief.
Care may have thought it was care.
But neither one was the thief
Of his raven color of hair.

Robert Frost

The Vantage Point by Robert Frost

noreply@blogger.com (Imran Soudagar) — Wed, 01 Feb 2012 10:54:00 PST

If tired of trees I seek again mankind,
Well I know where to hie me—in the dawn,
To a slope where the cattle keep the lawn,
There amid lolling juniper reclined,
Myself unseen, I see in white defined
Far off the homes of men, and farther still,
The graves of men on an opposing hill,
Living or dead, whichever are to mind.

And if by noon I have too much of these,
I have but to turn on my arm, and lo,
The sunburned hillside sets my face aglow,
My breathing shakes the bluet like a breeze,
I smell the earth, I smell the bruisèd plant,
I look into the crater of the ant.

Robert Frost

William Shakespeare's Sonnet I

noreply@blogger.com (Imran Soudagar) — Tue, 25 Oct 2011 13:14:54 PDT

Sonnet I

FROM fairest creatures we desire increase,

That thereby beauty's rose might never die,

But as the riper should by time decease,

His tender heir might bear his memory:

But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes,

Feed'st thy light'st flame with self-substantial fuel,

Making a famine where abundance lies,

Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel.

Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament

And only herald to the gaudy spring,

Within thine own bud buriest thy content

And, tender churl, makest waste in niggarding.

Pity the world, or else this glutton be,

To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.

- William Shakespeare

Aubade by William Shakespeare

noreply@blogger.com (Imran Soudagar) — Sun, 11 Sep 2011 00:59:18 PDT

Aubade.

Written by William Shakespeare.

 HARK! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,

And Phoebus 'gins arise,

His steeds to water at those springs

On chaliced flowers that lies;

And winking Mary-buds begin

To ope their golden eyes:

With everything that pretty bin,

My lady sweet, arise!

Arise, arise!

William Shakespeare

All the World's a Stage

noreply@blogger.com (Imran Soudagar) — Sat, 10 Sep 2011 10:46:44 PDT

All the World's a Stage

Written by William Shakespeare

All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

William Shakespeare

A Fairy Song by William Shakespeare

noreply@blogger.com (Imran Soudagar) — Sun, 04 Sep 2011 09:00:10 PDT

A Fairy Song

Written by William Shakespeare

Over hill, over dale,
Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire!
I do wander everywhere,
Swifter than the moon's sphere;
And I serve the Fairy Queen,
To dew her orbs upon the green;
The cowslips tall her pensioners be;
In their gold coats spots you see;
Those be rubies, fairy favours;
In those freckles live their savours;
I must go seek some dewdrops here,
And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.

-William Shakespeare

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Bhopal & its Tragedy.

noreply@blogger.com (Imran Soudagar) — Wed, 06 Jul 2011 13:55:01 PDT

Bhopal & its Tragedy.
I was surely fortunate that my grandparents did not settle in Bhopal. I am surely fortunate that my father wasn’t transferred to Bhopal. And I am definitely fortunate because I wasn’t born blind; I wasn’t born with a deformed body. I was and I am fortunate to have born and still living a healthy life. But as many as a hundred thousand residents of Bhopal who in the midst of a wonderful calm night were chocked to death, many of whom were innocent children. They died a violent death of struggle. They died of a gas which was neither theirs nor the nations. They died of a gas which was more harmful than useful. Mothers might have had a tough time stopping their children from crying consoling them simultaneously bearing their burning eyes and chocking lungs. No water and no words could have stopped the burning sensation in their bodies. The Sun might have had a shock seeing a Peaceful, hardworking, loving city of nearly 50,000 people dead. Their bodies lay on the roads, in their homes and near wells and near hospitals. If somebody might have had some life in him he might have prayed the Lord for death.
Image via WikipediaThose who died in the chill night of December 1984, I regard them as the Martyrs of our time. They died because of a selfish Government and a selfish corporate entity. And also those died on that night were some how and to some degree lucky and fortunate. Those died got a painful but quick exit but those who remained alive are the unfortunate ones because they have to fight everyday. Because for rest of their life they have to live in a constant state of fear, every night brings them the memories of the horror filled night. Every new day brings them new challenges. Babies are still born with deformed bodies; many of them are not mentally sound. The mothers are paying the price of somebody else’s doing. The cost cutting methods of the Union Carbide have proved costly, not to the Union Carbide but to the innocent people of a Peace loving city.
The whole country is in a state of confusion as to who must be blamed. And still more confusion in deciding who the real culprit is. Should we blame Warren Anderson or the state and the Central Government or should we blame the court and its Judges for giving such a silly punishment to the accused. In my opinion no one must be blamed but those who are responsible for the mass murder must be punished by the Court or else the public will have to take the law in their hand.
Once I killed a rat and still I feel that I killed a innocent animal. I think I must not have killed it. But when I see at the poster of Mr. Warren Anderson standing strong and brave I feel some what a lesser mortal and I think my crime is smaller I don’t know if Mr. Anderson’s heart is truly made of iron or is it of stone?. How can Mr. Anderson live a peaceful life after killing thousands of innocent people? Doesn’t his conscience hurt? If he had some humanity remaining in him then he would have surrender himself. If I were to compare him I would compare him to Adolf Hitler histories greatest tyrant. Yes Mr. Anderson is today’s Adolf Hitler. Even Ajmal Khasab is a little humane, when convicted and when the judge announced hanging till death, Khasab silently accepted the courts verdict. But here we have todays Ravan, Adolf Hitler and Alexander the great all compressed in one. Mr. Anderson has may be brains of Ravan, heart and will of Adolf Hitler and the charm of Alexander.
Just like Alexander tried to capture the world Mr. Anderson has captured the mind of the Indian Govt. And maybe also USA govt who instead of bringing him to justice are protecting him like a mother. The central govt has more skeletons in their closet than Bhopal itself. It is hurting to see the govt who in their election manifesto sworn by the name of Aam Admi. Let me ask the rulers where the Aam Admi is now, where is their election manifesto. Where are those promises claming to bring peace and equality?. Where is the enthusiasm with which they gave fierce speeches?. Did it die the day when the innocent brought you to power?.
The Indian people don’t mind driving on a muddy and potholed road. We the Indians don’t mind irregularities in drinking water. We don’t mind if there is any lack of civic necessities. But even after so much of compromise if we the Indians don’t get justice we cant control our temper. There will be huge protests and strikes if the govt will not bring the culprit to justice.
In the end I pray to the Lord to give the victims a place in heaven and peace and patience to those are suffering from the unfortunate accident. And I also pray to the Lord to give us the power and vision to choose a correct and responsible govt. And also I pray that the guilty be punished in a fitting manner.

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At the End Of Life...

noreply@blogger.com (Imran Soudagar) — Wed, 06 Jul 2011 13:52:10 PDT

Time again and again we face a situation where someone close to our heart leaves us. Someone close to our heart, may be your Parents or Spouse or friends, who ever the deceased may be our heart happens to ache. Such is the shock the we are not able to control our senses. I have seen many a hundred people who happen to die, with no warning they die, I say those people who die without any warning or any prolonged illness are the lucky ones because they do not give any chance of trouble to their near ones. Although most of us Indians are more willing to serve our ailing relative but when the suffering stretches over a long time, it is the human nature and we get bored.

And now I have returned from a funeral of a friend’s son. My friend was in a state of shock. The child was just 3 years old, he died of injuries after he felled from their two storied building in a posh locality. When I saw the Childs body I saw calm and smiling face as if he was he was playing a prank on us by acting as if he was sleeping. I myself was thinking that no he is not dead, this little flower is not dead. I stood there waiting to see if the child will get up. I don’t know what the child’s parents were thinking nor can I imagine their grief but I was also sad and feeling uneasy, my heart wanted to go back and run to my home. Tough I may look but I too have a heart that is softer than water and my heart melts when I see such things. Mostly I have tough time controlling myself from bursting into tears.

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Get set goooo........

noreply@blogger.com (Imran Soudagar) — Wed, 06 Jul 2011 13:51:09 PDT

Now i am here at that part of the year when i have to sacrifice my sleep and have to struggle more than ever, to get more grades than the previous exam.Since i was a school goer i hated exams and i still do hate exams, i think what is the need to write the exams and if it is necessary to write exams then why should we get grades and marks just a pass or fail would do. I have seen many students who suffer from the exam-phobia, as soon as the exam season starts they start suffering from different illness, most of them are mental illness.There have been reports in the media that the ministry of HRD is planning to remove the grades and marks system. If this type of system is approved then parents will have tough time boasting about their children's grades and achievements. Parents may feel good seeing their child's grades but what goes inside the big school building is known only to the children, i say this grade system is just like the Cast system that was practiced in ancient India. Those who got A is a Brahmin and those who got B would be a little lesser and those who got C or D grade are the down-rotten students or citizens as in the ancient India. Should we abolish this type of Cast system/ bifurcation of students?.

From which school i come is well known in terms of education and sports, but there is this type of bifurcation of students. Students are judged according to the grades he gets and not by his overall activity. And moreover the weaker students never get a chance to showcase their talent let it be in sports or other activities. This way a good sports person is lost. I am tired of writing one exam after another, i am waiting for that time when students are valued of their talent and not of their grades in exams. I dont know how long will it take, but i am waiting...

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The Climate in my Ancestral City

noreply@blogger.com (Imran Soudagar) — Wed, 06 Jul 2011 13:50:57 PDT

At my Ancestral City.

The time was probably 5 o’clock and the climate had taken a U turn. With in half an hour the climate had changed. There were heavy cloud running(flying) in the sky with the winds that threatened to blow all the roofs in this Hilly City and the wok of the City Corporation has lightened as the roads were cleaned by the heavy winds.

At this time I was sitting with my cousin on the banks of the City’s Tank Bound, holding a bottle of Sprite it was no bakwas sitting there and enjoying the view of the water splashing the rocks like a tide in the sea. I love all the seasons and one must take a bit of every thing, like the heat of the summer sun and the chillness in the winter and the lovely scenes and torrential rain in the Monsoon. The learned men from the meteorological Department are trying to predict the monsoon ahead and it is believed that the monsoon will be a normal one, not like in the previous years, this year it will be a very pleasant. I Hope and pray the Almighty God to give us the rains and not drain us and neither deprive us with his Mercy…

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Fed up with the Controversies...

noreply@blogger.com (Imran Soudagar) — Wed, 06 Jul 2011 13:50:31 PDT

I am fed up…

These days I am fed up reading controversy after controversy, some days ago it was Shoaib-Sania cricket meets tennis saga and now it is the Shashi Tharoor- Sunanda Pushkar-IPL controversy. I am fed up with reading controversies after controversies, will the media stop for some time just to give me a break. I stopped watching television long time ago because of the low quality content and now I think I am going to stop reading news paper because of the same reason. Yes these days the media seems to follow a specific trend created by some intelligent creative trend creator just take a look at the resent controversies and you will suspect something fishy.

Let me start with the Arushi Talwar murder case, soon after this murder there was the Moninder Singh Pandher who killed several underage children for reasons best known to him (you can read full report here http://www.nitharifacts.com/news.php). Then went some more such similar mystery murders cases and then comes the long list of rapes and these are no usual rapes but the rapist is the victim’s father. This controversy was the medias chocolate and they dragged and stretched the news as if relishing a Dairy Milk Cadbury. Then came the Celebrity controversies on the top among them was the Shiney Ahuja’s and then came the political controversies in which Andhra Pradesh’s then Governer was blamed of having illicit relationship with some call girls (not to forget the Italian President Berlusconi’s infamous scandal).

And now recently it was the Swami Nithyananda’s scandal, and so on and so forth…It would take eternity to recollect all the controversies…..But coming back to the most recent Tharoor case, I would tell that Mr Tharoor is more satisfied in being in the media than in the parliament, if there was a competition in this regard Mr Tharoor would score a Olympic Gold in his category. If Mr Tharoor resigns from the Parliament then he could host a Tv show specially for those affected with the Disease of Controversies.
To read all the crime reports visit http://news.oneindia.in/2009/12/28/2009-top-10-crime-stories.html.

Read Shashi Tharoor's Books...

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Sizling Summer

noreply@blogger.com (Imran Soudagar) — Wed, 06 Jul 2011 13:50:01 PDT

42. Forty two, that’s not my age neither my favorite number but these days the people of my city are getting scared like in hell with a number like this. The news is reporting that our city scores the highest position in suffering from the scorching heat. The people in my city own A/c’s, coolers, fans and every appliance which can save us from the heat but the government, I think wants us to enjoy the Summer Season and they probably think that they are authorized in imposing God’s will upon the masses. The government gift this season to the people is the lovely load shedding. Load shedding what a lovely name and what a lovely gift to the people of the Sun City which has a history and it is a known fact that in summers the temperature reaches a mighty 46-48 C and sometimes if the Sun decides the count can reach up to 50. With such a heat, this season we are sitting holding the remote of our A/C’s and praying to God to give life to our costly and sophisticate A/C’s. Unfortunately to the people of my city there are no important elections around, otherwise the situation would have been better. One short tour in the SunCity will tell you tales of the richness of the people but not of the Govt. Every where you see you will find people with the latest mobiles, laptops and other latest Gadgets but all you will see is all the gadgets are empty with the magical Electricity.

But this season is teaching me something that no body can probably teach, the first thing I learnt is to enjoy every season what ever it might be. The second thing that I learned is to be PATIENT and wait for the right time to end our suffering.

This season I wish every one A VERY COOL SUMMER…

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Trust and Distrust

noreply@blogger.com (Imran Soudagar) — Mon, 18 Jul 2011 12:03:59 PDT

Probably my whole life will be full of struggles. I don’t mind struggling but what if the struggle is in return to your trust. Today personally I think cheated, cheated by a smart, probably over-smart marketing manager. I know the manager was just doing her bit of work for the mutual organizational growth. But what she forgot that the organization, which she was, representing was not mentally prepared to fulfill the promises made. Ah! When you feel cheated you know what the meaning of the word PROMISE stands for. It just is a empty bubble or balloon filled with helium or what ever the gas is which makes the balloons go up in the air, and when it reaches the sky and it cant control the atmospheric pressure and it bursts off with a silent puff. What is left is the empty skin, going downwards, showcasing its emptiness and its impotent state. How can such a big and wise looking person fail in such a shot duration, do they ever notice the futures and emotions attached with their boosting and promises. I think I was blind or was I blinded with such a good marketing strategy or I was blind in seeing and choosing a better option. I think, I must figure out what went wrong while I was making the most important decision of my life.

I don’t know how I trusted those empty promises except that my decision had my own emotions attached to it. I wanted to make sure that the organization, which I was joining, should be a better one and they must be in their struggling phase of their institutional growth, so that my own struggle can be appreciated, but what I found there was a heap of dead meat in the guise of promises and also I found that these people nether struggle neither do they encourage the struggle ones. But I am not one of those people, not at all one of those silly people who shy off with the fear of failure and I have failed many a times in my life but this time I failed because the mistake wasn’t truly mine. And this type of failure acts as a fuel and ignites the will and the passion of the person and I feel a strange kind of strength and power running in my veins. And this fuel will surely make my life’s struggle more and more adventurous if not easy.

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Freedom

noreply@blogger.com (Irfan soudagar) — Mon, 18 Jul 2011 12:03:15 PDT

Poem written by Irfan Soudagar

Freedom

Its a new zeal of wind

the freshness in air

filled with the lotus blossom

clouds shower smiles

the tree hum the raga

its beautiful raga----JAI HO.

And we did it

involving hardship, never tired

with essence of friendship, never hatred

mixture of soulful love, never bittered ego

All away,we have freedom.

Its a new zeal of life

the hard sorrows are now hollow once

slavery is no more a pain

b'coz child we have gained the game

no,no child , no more cries

your mother is safe now

no,no child, no more ague in life

u have ahead a healthy life

the wonderful land is passed it to you

u have it,live it!

east is to you,west is for you

no colonies to be ruled

b'coz child they have ruined the rule

come on lets clap together

to begin an new life

come on lets hug each other

to share the happiness in life

come on praise

the might warriors,fought it

without deadly weapons,won it

without bloodshed

what this mantra called

its called 'NON-VIOLENCE'

Let peace peace ,be peace

Everybody hum it --JAI HO -we r free

Everybody sing it -JAI HO - we r one

I LOVE MY COUNTRY

I LOVE MY INDIA

-----WRITTEN BY IRFAN SOUDAGAR.

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Examination Hall

noreply@blogger.com (Imran Soudagar) — Mon, 18 Jul 2011 11:58:48 PDT

Poem written by Imran Soudagar

Image via Wikipedia

Examination Hall

Here I sit in the examination hall

With people short and tall

There is this invigilator, with a beard not so long

With a Chinese collar, & boots worth dollars.

Tensed are every one here

Thinking about tense about to come

Writing about the tenses

Future, Past and the Present.

Scratching their head

Wiping their forehead

They are enjoying monsoon

With dripping sweat.

Going they are all

like a Warrior after War !!!

written by:

-Imran Ahmed Soudagar

[Note: Friends i had written this poem while attending my English exam for the PUC Board Exam.......hope you like and Enjoy....]

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Farewell

noreply@blogger.com (Irfan soudagar) — Tue, 26 Jul 2011 11:41:32 PDT

Poem written by Irfan Soudagar

The Noble Higher Primary School, Gulbarga.

Farewell

Farewell to my Alma Mater.

An institution to learn.

to learn, to excel.

to learn, to earn respect.

to earn,to be happy.

The memories hound.

the days of innocence.

the days, at young.

the days, to understand.

the days, to be awesome.

It taught us magic.

magic to posses deeds.

magic of spoken words.

magic of attitude.

to reach the up teem altitude.

Farewell to my Alma mater.

a wish to have it again..

I own you debt,my Alma Mater.

I accept you to never disrespect.

I'm insane if ever I forget u,

my Alma mater.

-Written by Irfan Soudagar

[Its been 20 years of my study ....{great!}

it never seemed me that I was so older{this is magic of school life}

Everything is going to change..its just a few lines to all the institution in which I have studied]

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Life in SunCity

noreply@blogger.com (Irfan soudagar) — Mon, 18 Jul 2011 11:57:56 PDT

Wats life Uhhh
some people say it…as its way.
Love, hate.
Life love it, life hate it .
This sounds weird, life is love ,life is hate…..nah its you who have to love or to hate.
Every person has his own perspective of thinking about life.
But one thing is always clear nothing is permanent neither perfect.
You have to ,you must , make it perfect …...sounds unnatural .

A…aaaListen it ,hear it, feel it ..….

whatever understand it “Get me some cold water,Manish”,said sham father of three sons.
“yup dadaji” replied Manish.
Welcome to SUNCITY..
The city were sun never sets…funny.
I mean it sets but never it seems…..mid night 3’0clock temperature something 40 plus..
Oh yeah really its not a fairly tail,
its realityCome on u people have to believe it, its true
Oh no don’t ever think its in hell, its on earth.
It was very hot….
Voww hot….I mean temperature was hot,nothing else in the city is hot accept climate.People of this city are very cool…admirable..check it.

“Dadaji take this pot of water & don’t waste more as there is very little water in home”said manish.
[never wonder the people are coolest as this guy manish straight foreward….actually he meant“you old scraped item, dont use this pot of water…you ugly shrinken plant…good for nothing…y u need water].
“and I don’t want to waste my time in fetching” reasoned manish.
[oh one of the greatest quality of the people here , “instant reasoning“…with some reality].
“and I have to go to coaching class “ said manish.
[ coaching class is “birth right for every child in suncity“ .
it’s a matter of pride.
Ask any father …..they say..Oh my son is going 4 extra class…he has extended his studying time..barely has time to enjoy.And the son is freaking out on his bike, never & ever in class and ever &forever on roadside.”]

“ok my son I don’t even want you to do that” politely said sham the dadaji.A flash of his past came to his mind were his son , when he was small, unable to speak, used to throw mug full of water, wash his hand in the drum full of water sometimes spit or shit in it but the very thing was different, the son was too young and everyone would have a laugh at his sons mischief….but the time had changed..
Since he was daddaji….in his second innings .
Why?????
[what why?]
Then why???
“Why people cannot adjust with the change in nature & attitude, which is bound to come at old age”…dadaji thinks as if impatiently , thinking about the nature & attitude of his son.

Why can’t dad go around & do some usefull thing”said ram the eldest son.“ see he is a learnt man & have been through every piece of life & have tasted every corner of life…...he has got lots of experience & knowledge “said in tone of command,
[in an commanding tone as colonel’s, brigrader’s do so….as he was the eldest…he is bound to some attitudeness…here in suncity every eldest has things comman.
He has an elderness in his feeling….awkard…whats this elderness.
Its awesome..its feeling of power, an ownership, a sense of decision making ,…..an leaderYeah
its true ….leader…but not an admirable one. …
the eldest will be the power control of their respective homes, owner and ofcourse leading their families, their way…its awesome…really awesome …of course awesome….what an excellent…awesome…fantastic awesome….power…..again awesome].
The eldest son thinks that his father should do something & he thinks it right becoz he thinks it
“no confirmation” about his something & thinking.
“no rethinking “ becoz he is elder.
“no twice thinking” becoz he is the born first in family….so he hates doing thing twice.
“am I wrong…say…say…you my brother say….”asked the eldest.[ as if he is an humble , melodious , sincere .shamefull, embrassed man…ready to accept the decision of his bro…
yeah it common ….
younger’s never disagree their elder folk…becoz they respect…….{wait for it}…..
Their mobile and the person on the other end….]
“Thumps up” signs the younger bro with mobile in this other hand….and a big cresent smile..

“oh god what has happened to this world” said rukmini..the only….only and only….wife on sham , who is alive….yes….yes……he had two wife who died earlier.
[this phrase is common on suncity…every old lady has been gifted or inherited from their elder lady “holy phrase” they say.]
“everyone are taunting my husband, he is an old man , why don’t they let him die in peace”…[yes…that true every old lady wishes that his man should die …should in peace…never thought he might live a longer life{uh wiered idea}…but die…]
“all children has got their share, then why why…this..” she starting sobbing.
[never an old lady in suncity forgets of telling about the share…and their properties…never & ever..]
“ oh amma don’t think about this just relax” the uneducated eldest wife .
“amma life is not perfect we have to make it perfect ….becoz everthing around life is perfect…
the only thing is to utillise it to make life perfect….”
“see the earth is moving around its axis & sun at its place, we have water on earth…what if water was on moon….”said the eldest wife.
[wife…particularly eldest…..you can never stop two things in suncity….the saas--babu saga,,their favorite T.V soaps, serials and the eldest wife’s from giving lecture…..actually its an explanation…every minute thing is followed by an detailed explanation..]
“oh didi please stop this non-sense stuff…..”said the wife of 2nd sons & mother of manish.

This is life every human has his own perspective, neither are wrong when spoken in an suggestional tone,but when the same conversation is in unwanted tone[angry]Look there’s an hell out of it.

“Shot in air”…..zzzzzzzip.Manish hit the ball harder playing cricket in front of home.
[yo people in suncity play outdoor games…..amazing
What ?You thought that people prefer to stay inside the home within a/c apartment…
Bold…bold….vary bold….people are here..They never check the climate, just they are out with their play kit…]
Wat a misery…the ball hit the chair were dadaji used to sit in his verandah..Manish came hurriedly and started to argue with dadaji [unwanted tone] who just came out into varendah.
“dadaji don’t sit here, go…go inside” shouted in angrily.
“he pleased his friends to wait a minute”
[people in suncity are very good friends..they have everthing in them….]
Manish mother came hurriedly “oh God ….oh Goh”…“this old people will screw my kids one ““papa why don’t you go inside & have rest”
“it is necessary to be in varendah and watch the people around….you may get hurt
[son say’s to go out to do work….daughter in laws say’s to sit inside..]
“papa don’t get yourself hurt and you would curse my son for no reasons.”said Manish’s momThe other day sonu had hit the ball directly to dadaji..& in angry dadaji said “you will be punished”..Few days laterAccidently manish fell from stairs “his mother made a hell out of it & of course blamed on her father-in-law for the accident”
[people in suncity also play indoor games ,one of the most popular in door game one can see , and it is played by every individual that is called “BLAME GAME”….when you fail to do something ..the failure will be atttribute to some one & their the games start now…] The elder son came running and shouting on his dad..“Dad …dad…what is this…”“ I am tired from morning till evening I rub my ass ““and you don’t even bother too move around & help me” said the elder.“if you are old it doesn’t mean you have to be served each and everything..”.“”dammit you have ruined my mood…I don’t know what you want to do..”.Since sham had listened everything said by everyone & never dare to open his mouth..he just went inside and thought that “am I a boxing bag…whoever wants starts punching at me”“this is insane …..”thought neversouly.He sat on his rest chair,remover his eyeglass ….closed his eye…facing towards sky…Unspeakable ….his mouth shivering ..sadness struck on his face….an horrified sham…Feeling embarrassed….water dripping through his eyes forming a stream on his neck…his face has shrunk …tired could be felt…the loneliness….the stillness around the room …..made him even fear….he closed his eyes tightly..
[ this isn’t end bro….when you are alone…feared…tired …hungry….you get an companion easily…sham’s wife came in the room …switched on the face and the tape recorder….which play the song by the legend songer “kishore kumar”…zindagi ek safar hai suhan …yaha kal kya ho kisne jana] ........................... -WRITTEN BY -IRFAN SOUDAGAR

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The Shrinking Change:The Mobile.

noreply@blogger.com (Imran Soudagar) — Mon, 18 Jul 2011 12:00:13 PDT

Siemens in 1999 and in those days mobile phones were bulky and heavy [and also ugly]. The appearance of this mobile was similar to a cordless phone, with a two inch antenna and with a one by three inch screen, also it had receive and end call button followed by zero to nine keys and star and hash keys. To my surprise the phone also had a memory capacity which could store 20 contacts. The battery backup was not more than 5 hours.
The major function of this mobile phone was tele-communication. And as there were very less number of mobile phone users and the cost of SMSing very high no one used to send SMS.

The scene has changed totally in the last decade. The once bulky,costly mobile phone has changed to a more stylish,light weight and colorful. It is no more just a tele-communication tool but it has changed to more useful communication, entertainment, educational gadget. We can do more or less what a Computer does.

The mobile phone industry has provided hundreds and thousands of masses with jobs and a mode to earn livelihood. With hundreds of service providers and manufacturers and thousands of dealer and retailers and repairers, this industry has benefited every one, big or small.

The marketing business is expanding as never before in the history. In older times the only way to market ones products was newspapers, cut-out posters and the costly television. But with the development of mobiles the marketing is getting cheaper as one can market our products through SMS & GPRS.

Technology is the other name for change and no one really knows what change we shall see with a new raising sun.

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"In Love With Life But Ready To Die"

noreply@blogger.com (Imran Soudagar) — Mon, 18 Jul 2011 11:59:50 PDT

Image via WikipediaDate:3rd May 2009
Time:Past 12:30pm
Place:My Study Cum Bed Room

As I sit here comfortably in my chair with a glass of cool water and with the ceiling fan running to deliver me cool air and so to keep me away from getting wet with sweat. I am here with all the comfort light, fan, chair, water and with practically no noise except for the occasional song of the Crickets. But all this comfort makes me uncomfortable at the slightest thought of the man whom we left yesterday in his grave for eternity.

He was a man may be in his early seventies. A respectable citizen, a good father and husband to his children and wife. It is said that he was in good health, no history of any chronic disease nor did he had diabetics, he was with all health until the time came for him to leave this world. He just could not survive a fall after what the witness said to be giddiness due to the Summer heat.

This man was the father of one of my close friend, with whom I had played as a child.

The funeral prayer was scheduled to be offered after the Isha [night] prayer. So I went to the Masjeed before hand and later at the scheduled time the Salah [prayer] was offered by all the men gathered there. As a Islamic custom the body of the deceased was to be carried in a small aluminum made bed like plank with four handles at the parallel ends. And four persons carry this plank at a time and all the persons present there lent their shoulders to carry it to the Graveyard, which was not so near and not so far from the Masjeed.

All the time while on the way to the Graveyard I was in deep thinking. Every time I visit a graveyard I have a strange feeling and my head keeps on prompting unanswerable questions all the time.

As I walked swiftly my heart was beating at double speed. My eyes gazing the ground and there was no trace of any smile or any happiness in me. But I was totally sad, partially because the deceased was my friend's father and partially because I was thinking what might be happening to him,was he happy with his death or was he sad at leaving this world. Where was he now? was his soul still resting in his body or was it wandering aimlessly?. Can he still see and hear us?. I had a torrent of questions.

As we reached the burial ground, I took notice if the surroundings. It was not a good looking place. The whole of the place was covered with weeds and the ground was uneven. There were a hundred and thousands of graves, these graves were not like the posh Christen's graves.But they were just a half or a feet above the ground . Some of them had labels of the resident of the grave.

At last we were there,a newly dug grave was ready. And two men climbed down into the grave and with much respect and care they lowered the body inside the grave. The grave was packed with mud. And the Imam recited the dua and prayed to the Almighty God to forgive the sins of the deceased. And then all the people were leaving, I also left the place and returned to my home.

All the way to my home I had been thinking and as I lay in my bed I was afraid to sleep. So I lay there staring the ceiling and trying to find answers to nearly a million questions.

What is happening to him?

Where is he now?

Is he at peace or no?

Will he go to hell or heaven?

With these questions in mind I was fast asleep.

And now coming back to now it is already past 2:30 and I must sleep now or else I will be hunted with these questions again.

At last I must say that I am "In Love With Life But Ready To Die".

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Delivering Thoughts

noreply@blogger.com (Imran Soudagar) — Mon, 18 Jul 2011 11:59:37 PDT

I express my sincere and simple thanks to all the users of Internet for taking your precious time and reading my blog "Delivering Thoughts".

Before I start Delivering my Thoughts I think it quit necessary to give a small introduction about me and on what matters this blog will deal with. I must say that I am a "COMMON SELFISH INDIAN" with a name Imran Soudagar and of the age of 21. Living and studying in the state of Karnataka.

Coming to what this blog will deliver I must say that it will deliver my views on the matters of Life, Education, Relationship and friendship [which are sinking], Society, Current Affairs [not love affairs] and lastly computing. Here in this blog I will post once a week and I request all my readers to give feedback and share your views.

PLEASE NOTE: IN THIS BLOG EVERY RELIGION, REGION, LANGUAGE AND GENDER WILL BE RESPECTED AND TREATED EQUALLY.BUT FOR THE GLOBAL APPEAL I INSIST AND USE ENGLISH AS A BASIC LANGUAGE
"AND REMEMBER NO ABUSIVE LANGUAGE"

This was my first post with a small but enough introduction about me and this blog. Hope you would like it and return here next Sunday till then A WARM HUG and DASVIDANIYA.

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