The Lost World

ek aur soch

2012-04-10T23:14:00.002+05:30

choti choti baato mein badi badi khushiya talaashne wale hum .... kahan gum hai aajkal tanhayi ki raaho mein .. kya sachi mein lagti hai nazar logo ki , kya sach mein aashiyana bikhar jaata hai ... humne kya tha ilm ki toote dil se bhi zyada dard choor-choor huwe sapno mein hota hai ... kyun kehti hai vishwas-ghaat ko sabse bada prahaar ... kabhi samajh mein aaya nahi ki kya hti galti raavan ki , jab kaati gayi thi shoorpnakha ke kaan naak , kyun galat the kaurav jab ki galat thi draupadi bhi parihas kerne mein ... kahan hai samaj , kahan hai vishwaas , kahan hai sachayi ...
choor huwe kuch khwabo mein tasveer thi us kal ki ,jinke tasveero ki parikalpana maatr mere ahankar ki seemayein is nashwar dhara ke pare us aseemit gagan mein mila deti hai ... ab taaro jaise dikhte tim-timate kaanch per chal paane ki himmat jutane ki koshish ... is koshish mein tapakte us lahoo ke nishaan chod deti hai rasta shikari ke liye ...kismet ke khel bhi ajeeb hai , waqt ke sitam bhi haseen hai , dosto ke jurm bhi sangeen hai , khafa hai aandhiya samay ki aaj to kya , nikal aaye to kal ki baharein bhi humari hongi , dosti barkarar rahengi aur waqt khush miszaaz hoga ...
yaadein umar se badi hai , aur talaash us lamhe ki guzre waqt mein jis ek pal ke badle hum badal denge apni poori zindagi .. kahin to milegi kabhi to milegi kaise to milegi ... per milegi kya us pal ki nishaani ... ulte chalte paanv mein aur band aankho mein jab tak parda hai tab tak ki duniya ka ras hai , jaise hi uthta hai parda aur sachayi aati hai saamne logo ki ... pathar ho jaata hai mom-dil, pighal jaati hai nigahein aur band ho jaate hai raaste. manzil dikh to jaati hai per choone ki aarzo mein guzar jaate hai ...

India Calling ...

2012-03-25T14:24:00.000+05:30

I have been so much of an Indian , that I forget I have not visited India for ages now. Last time I was in India , I was a bachelor, weighed 40 pounds less , understood Celcius ( and not F ) , and 100 F was only when I had fever , drove Right hand , and was used to cows on the roads, never followed traffic signals, lanes were never visible, and shouting and howling were a part of life. Nothing much as changed since, I now have someone who will be with me forever ,to be with those will be forever for us. Last time I was in India, I had no clue about stock market, have nothing saved, was a new bee in industry, followed cricket all over the world, discussed F1 , kept in touch , fell in love over times , Fed-ex was a force to reckon with, Nadal was still to defeat Fed-ex, Sachin was nowhere close to 100 centuries, Monty was future of English Cricket and I was still waiting for my future to take off. I am still waiting for it.
A changed person now does not remember cricket , but another insane thing as stock market, one who monitors his servers more than the run scored, watches the gold as much as pennies remaining, boasts of a life which has a 50% shareholder in it, and imagines it to improve over time and ages. This time it has been a while, and its been a long time. Iam not sure if I am prepared for it, but there is really no excitement other than my sister's wedding.
I hope this India wedding trip makes everyone happy, and happier in their lives (touchwood)

Difficult Times

2012-03-20T22:34:00.002+05:30

How easy is it for us to be happy and same at the same time. How easy it is to forget the past relationship and how difficult is it to get out of it on the mention of the same. Well , last month or so have been lots of fun , and this is probably the fifth time I had a group with which I did have lots of fun. Rhythm and Anand , we still rock , even though it has been 3 years since we last met , but we will re-join some day. Sameer and Fateh comes in second close and remaining comes after.
Well, this all started with Nandi Hills. The wonderful climate, the chilling morning dew , and above all the company of a friend. We really rocked that day. It was sort of fun. And it was cool too. What followed the next week was a trip to Palace Grounds for Sukhwinder Singh concert , and there were 9 girls and 2 guys. Well , pleasing it was as it might sound , but it took a lot of effort for 2 security guards protecting a treasure. Though sure about two gals , were really particular about a Friend and Namita. Neha was in her own stride ,and it really did matter was she would give a stare or two and come back in the group, sooner or later. It was fun to be in this group after a long time. Probably it came closer to training batch DJ nights.
The way back home was still more happening , where Ashu was drilled in the bus and it went on for a long time.
The following week was Ajit’s night. And invitees were Me and Himanshu, but it was decided other can just push in. Most of them were ready , and we decided to move. But to get a TT to Whitefield was not possible that day. It was virtually impossible to arrange a vehicle for the girls , and it was suggested they can come on their own, and then MS would arrange them to get back. But as I read between the lines , it will again not be possible. So I decided to have a work around . We went to places , after no TT in BTM, went to Madivala. And with all the possible bargains , settled for a Qualis and Indica, sufficient in capacity to carry 13 people , and just 100 bucks more than TT. The group will possibly be divided , but still girls can go and come back comfortably. Why is it I am pestering so much , because safety also happens to be one of the reasons. If there is some mishap then we have to be answerable. So lets spend sometime to draw out a plan, and absence of Soumya was a big worry. She is one of those who would carry the girls well, keeping in mind small things which generally girls would overlook. Well that was also fun, and we danced to tunes of KK , and also had a hearty dinner. Its another matter we had to prepare dinner for Himanshu as he was busy dancing he didn’t have the time to have the dinner.
Next week was a

Palace Grounds...

2012-03-20T22:33:00.002+05:30

Ever heard of Palace Grounds bangalore. After this possibly you will start having a good knowledge of wonderful experience i am going to share with all of you. Though the first part is basically two-third strength of chamatkaari guys , still lets start.

So it starts with Soumya that free tickets are available for Sukhwinder Singh's night in Bangalore , and if we can join. And outing and i say No ... no way. So it was decided we will be going in for sukhwinfer night on 4th Oct. I have attended a similar concert by same person in DU , so was excited and wanted to stand close to speakers to enjoy to the max. So we decided to have a blast. Himanshu was sure and so was Ajit. But it came to knowledge , there are a few friends of Soumya also joining us in the palace grounds. So we had divided the passes amongst ourselves. Ever since i came and met these two @#@#@@ guys , i really never thought about other friends of mine in bangalore, which are abundant every here and there. We 3 make a GANG , a fun frolic one , which shines most with all three coming together. So it was decided that we will start for palace grounds at 5 PM , and possibly will have a few friends on bikes. But then it came to knowledge that she will be joining her PG friends. Palace grounds is not near , then i asked if we want a cab for her firends to go safely. I purely had no intentions of joining her friends, and just wanted them to just be safe. For there will be many girls all alone. Possibly we will join Soumya but we still were not sure , as Ajit was preparing for one MS nite , the following week.

I was informed TT would cost 2400 for the trip of 8 hours , and feasible analysis said it might just not work out. But i wanted to be sure , so i went to a few shops and agents. All said 2300 + driver fees. But then i knew one local guy , Pradeep who arranged one TT for us. It was indeed a favor from him in return of one help i did 2 years ago. Good deeds dont die down.

Now i informed Soumya , and we were ready. 4th Oct was going to be a big day. More than having fun with girls was security concern. someone said it correctly that , with more number of girls you are turned into security guards.

Well , finally i leaked out secret that all girls are coming in black , so we all will also come in the same code. Dress Code ... Black . Little we had knowledge , what the full code meant.

Then we informed Soumya and the concert is well on the way, and major tension of coming back from there is solved. I had not known any girl other than Dheera by then. First came , then second , and then in no time entire bus was filled. So it took some time to break the ice. Names of all the girls came 30 min into the journey , but one thing was sure. All girls had black polished nails other than Ashu , who was rule breaker. There were shouts for us to stop the TT for the girls to buy the nail polish. In a city like Bangalore , stopping a TT in front of Forum would mean a big taffic jam behind you, and so we decided to continue. I didnt know how it was , but to just bark in front of an audience dominated by girls , who really dont know you , and your time going in to make them comfortable was not easy. But then Himanshu raised demand on my behalf for introduction. After first round of introduction , what max i remembered were Pinky , A friend and Princey. Though i was not sure who is poochi and who is princey. I had a very faint sight of Namita and Neha was one who looked most unintersted in my futile attempts, Ashu tried some heroism and some comments which brought cheers ... but still it was me and Himanshu trying to get all smiles together.

We finally reached and parked the vehicle. What started was first round of eating, few decided

Mysore Trip

2012-03-20T22:33:00.000+05:30

Trip Date : 26-10-2008

Proposed Trip Time : 6 AM - 5 PM

Total Members : 8

Partners in Crime : A Friend, Neha Gupta , Soumya, Deepak , Neha Jain , Himanshu, Ajit , Princy

Vehicle Planned to be Used: A Tata Sumo.

Actual Vehicle Delivered : A Qualis with wonderful system

Flashback To Crime Scene ...

Time : 130 AM

The phone is ringing. "Haan bhai , kaisa hai", I said as I heard Ajit on call.

" Hope no plans for weekend. Want to rest." said Ajit.

"Yes , no big plans , just to Mysore. Onboard at 6 AM.", and he started laughing wickedly.

"You not kidding , I am going to kill you", was followed by a long stream of single rolled in abuses. "Come on. Think of me, I get tired.".

"Its fine , you don’t want to come along , I am gonna cancel this thing. I am also not going in then., or we postpone it to Sunday."

Ok fine ! its 2 AM now , sleep a few hours before we get ready." Ajit nearly scream.

Time : 4 AM

Knock knock ... Blast . Two roaring laughter, and I cover my face with the bed sheet. I want to sleep a bit more, but with trio at home , this has been a thing of rarity. Repeated pleading and little carelessness on part of Ajit and Himanshu gave me a heavenly sleep of 30 more minutes.

"Get up . You want to leave by 6 AM , so get ready", mocked Himanshu.

"Get a sleep man. I died down at 330 AM only. it’s hardly 90 minutes I have slept", I was frustrated.

"Haan bhai , I gave you permission to sleep at 2 , what the hell were you doing till this time. Chalo , time to get up". And then we started talking about the day that went by. The hectic client call , and the demo completed, at last minute. It has been 2 days in office, and this week I clocked 70 hours in 5 days ...

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Time: 6 AM

Members Present: Ajit Himanshu Deepak

who is going to bath first. Hey Himanshu you go bhai. I and Ajit will have a cup of tea, first.

Ajit smiled and Himanshu retalitated, and so we had a nice ginger tea, i taking honours to make one. Finally pushing Himanshu , and getting all ready. Its 630 , and we are still fighting over the clothes to wear.

Time : 7 AM

So here we are ready, and with only one of us getting ready. Deepak has always been a reason for others to be late. He would be ready and raring to go. Another 20 minutes, and Deepak goes up to driver.

"Haan bhaiya , where are you planning to take us", asked Deepak. Ajit and Himanshu still getting ready. "I think , we are going to Hogennakal Falls". said driver. Deepak looks at the number plate , and says, no. We have to go somewhere in Karnataka , as you have brought a yellow number plate. The driver proposed many names, and still undecided, Ajit and Himanshu came out.

After a brief conversation , Mysore was place decided. With silky smooth roads, it was decided to have a go at the destination, Mysore. It has been the same place a few months ago, in which Deepak has met with the bike accident at very high speeds. But then times have changed and we are ready to go for party.

Time: 800 AM

Delay: Only 2 hours

As all others got into groove, the road to bangalore mysore highway is a peculiar maze. Around an hour drive and we were on a spot , the same where we had lost the way. And i shouted out ... Hey we gonna stop here. And asked the driver to stop.

As they all were out , i pointed out to the T point where me , AJ and Himanshu nearly crossed the limit. There was then a fencing , and as usual , three of us sat to have a pic. After successful persuasion A friend took the pic. But then Neha Gupta tried to do the heroics and climb the fence. She nearly broke her leg bone, Somu was successful , but i dont know if all sat.

The trip was then overtaken by the joys of the day. Sun rose sharply and threatened to spoil the mood, but was not to. It took us around 30 minutes to get going. ( the details of emotional turmoil in this trip are out of scope of this blog post. Wait for Golden Fields for those details).

So here in the middle of the ride, permutation and combinations of sittings galore. we three were not permitted to sit together for a havoc and hell we created. It has been real tough times for someone to adjust to the down to street cheap jokes cracked and songs sung. So First seat was Himanshu and Somu. Second was Ajit , Neha Jain and Princy. and then remaining in the last. suddenly remembering no one has brought the money, and it was fun to look out for ATMs on the highway. This time around , we were not looking for the Petrol bunks but the ATMs. There has been strong liking for Petrol bunks many times, sometimes for Gasoline , or otherwise.

Try it !!!!

2012-03-15T03:37:00.001+05:30

When was the last time you broke apart your inhibitions and tried something new. Like singing in public, learn dancing , pick up a music record, read a book , shout at someone , keep quiet for a day , eat lots of noodles .... dont shy away from chocolates as to hit the gym relentlessly daily ..... there are so many things which are abundant , and we end up packing ourselves to the small portion of the world of same boring routine. Its good to have a discipline, but change is the way of life. While being in same schedule try something different , something new, something which no one other than you will have eyes set on ... a different person. Don't stop thinking you will fail or not complete it, at least give it a try. You will be pleasantly surprised to see how wonderfully it works in your favor to make you strong , powerful and radiates your inner self with the luminosity of a thousand sun. But none of it is going out of the window , but straight in the trash can unless you just try it. So dont think too much, get the first thing that comes in your mind , and just Try it ....

kaash ...

2012-03-13T04:19:00.000+05:30

kaash ki tu original hota,
kaash ki mein fake nahi hota,
kaash ki chal paata apni soch per ,
kaash ki hoti ek soch nok per ,
kaash ki status tera chori ka na hota ,
kaash tu original hota ,
kaash mein fake nahi hota ...
kaash mein sach ka saathi hota,
kaash tu jhoot pe sawar na hota,
kaash mil paati hum dono ki raahein ,
kaash tu aag aur mein barf na hota ,
kaash ki tera mera milna ek sapna na hota,
kaash ki teri meri mazil ek hi hoti ,
kaash ki raastein bhi ek hi hote ,
kaash ki tu aur mein ek saath hi kerte saffar,
kaash ki manzil peeche na choot jaati ,
kaash ki tu aagey na nikal jaata ,
kaash ki kabhi tujhe pata chale ki mein bhi hoon,
kaash ki tujhe kabhi ilm ko ki tera saya mein hi hoon,
kaash ki tu mud ke dekhe aur mein na milun,
kaash ki tu chale aur dhaal mein banu ,
kaash ki tu dushmani kerke bhula deta ,
kaash ki mein dosti kerke bhula na paata,
kaash ek din tu aur mein fir se mile ,
kaash ki hum baith ke fir se taare gine ,
kaash ki gine fir se ki paanch saal baad kahan honge,
kaash ki yaad kerke aankho mein aasun aaye tere ,
kaash ki tujhe yaad aaye ki aagey hum nahi ,
kaash ki tujhe yaad aaye ki peeche tum nahi ,
kaash ki bata de tumhe ki hum hai bahut door ek doosre se,
kaash kisi tarah kam ho jaayein yeh dooriya ...
kaash ki tum aur mein ban jaaye hum kisi tarah ...

Silence of the Entertainer

2012-02-28T04:32:00.001+05:30

More than once has the world come across the silent entertainer, the one who makes the world around him spin around his axis, but is not as solid from inside as is the Earth. The world is elated at his attendance, delighted to have him around and mourn when he is gone.
The silent entertainer is possibly not the happiest soul on earth, but is like the "light", an invisible thing that makes other things visible. The one who makes everyone around them smile, while reaching the zenith in the life.
The verbose entertainer never stops , the silent one never exits. There has to be one certain thing that differentiates between success and successful people. Success is one time phenomenon and being successful is a characteristic of a person. Like it is easy to make money one time in stocks, but to consistently make a million out of it, one needs to understand the deep details. Similarly to make someone smile for once is possible, but to consistently make someone happy is another dimension.

The way things go around the world is each group has its own entertainer, one who would drive the group to its peak , keep it intact, gel it well and reach its end point. Its like a supernova , which is charismatic , brightens to light most part of universe, and ends up in silence forever. Each human that ever existed on earth , is an entertainer. Each entertainer plays his part in this world, and one day goes off in his style. The style may differ over a period of time , but it will vary a lot over an age. The silent entertainer is as different from silence of entertainer as the concept of Success and Successful . The biggest of them all always go out loudest, few of them are remembered by all , others are never forgotten.

Silence of entertainer is full of laughs, smiles and happiness which he has gifted to human race, the small packets that made the big difference. The silence is deafening, the noise is loud, the voices muffled and dreams shattered. The higher they fly, harder they fall ... more they laugh longer is the silence ...

Lost World

2012-01-03T11:34:00.001+05:30

There is a son born in the house. Party !!! Celebrations .... The son is not keeping well , well get the high class doctors. Save his life. Send the kid to the best school. The kid is under pressure to perform well. He does. He is then expected to be free, make his decisions, showed a path which will help him forever. The ability to judge between right and wrong, to pursue his heart over his mind. He sacrifices his desire to be a writer, or a painter and end up being an engineer. He is strongest of the lot but not the bravest of them all. He is successful but not rebel. He is labelled a rebel , careless and irresponsible.
He is pursued to go out in the world, tackle it in his style , and come out a winner. He is taught not to be sad, to be strong. Ever since his high school education, only thing that ever was asked him was his studies. He was tired of comparison, he went out to world. His below par salary was an issue. He was forced to find a girl to marry, and made to think he was not the best of bachelors around. He was encouraged to do all he could not. He was heavy and not liked by anyone he knew.
He went for job in an alien city with foreign languages, and hostile people. He worked hard to make an impression. He could not deny the fact the urge to write never left him, nor did the urge to make a difference in the world. He tried hard to be home, whenever he got an option. He was crushed between paternal and maternal families, and with multiple responsibilities. Overloaded, over-worked and over-questioned, he finally did fell in love. The love was as elusive, a feeling that never was. He was in the best of worst times. He was earning less, saving negligible and mining nothing for future.
He had to be more successful financially.He was deported abroad . He was reluctant for the love was in India. The love will be lost , but the parents might be happy.
He was sent off to a far place, from where to come back to home will take long time. He is away in wonderland, passing each day under pressure, with little hope and high dreams, which don't seem to meet. The economy of the alien country has been wrecked, and those in the industry for a long time are not having a job to sustain, so he starts a new business. The business is not a success. Two months down the line he gets a job. The torment is not over. The boy moves to a remote place, in an alien land, all alone, all lonely. They seldom say, "Those who are used to party, walks in silence". The hollow is deep, the walls are scary. He could have talked to them, but then they also changed. The boy is asked to be on vigil to find a good girl, and marry if possible. He does that. He tries in his stride to go to his homeland to marry, but the destiny won't let it happen. The urge to have a correct decision, with the practical aspects taught to him, with the confidence he is bestowed upon , he marries.
The married son is now another guy. By marrying out, he has destroyed the trust, the feeling of one of them. He is no longer counted in MUST - BE present list, nor does anyone mind if he is not calling. He is amazed at people complaining about not calling for months, when they themselves are not upto mark. Why is it so difficult to call the son when you talk the whole day with someone or the other. When your phone bills and call length run through the day, how expensive is one call to alien son. How difficult has this come out to be, to start the world with family, grew up trying to compete and success , and end up in the lost world. He doesn't want to , but more than destiny , the society and relatives have put him in a world, lost to hundreds of other similar people, whi can but dont have time to or come back to the world. They walk with me , carelessly roaming , wandering in lightly lit, brightly misspelled Lost World

Sketches I made ...

2012-01-02T23:28:00.002+05:30

New Year Bash - 2012

2012-01-02T02:22:00.001+05:30

Well this is time of year when you wave good-bye to last year and welcome new one. This year we decided to go for a bollywood style party. After lots of discussions, we finalized ICC Milpitas (sold out), then took Avalon Lounge . Well Gold member passes got us a private booth.
Partners in Crime: Me, Anshu , Nimi , Suhaas, Geet
Possible people to meet : Jas Arora, Anusha (nonsense not-good looking) Dandekar

The long queue at enterance was the first evidence of heights of mismanagement people can have, long queue for appetizers (which unfortunately was dinner as well) was ridiculous , one hour open bar was made a mockery since the bands were not provided till 8 25 PM , when it was only till 8 : 30 PM. Food was OK (Peacock was providing the food, making sure the demand and supply are never met, most of the trays were empty, and possibly caterer had not sufficient supply to keep on filling it).

Finally the music started, with Harjeet Mehndi (real brother to Daler Mehndi) sang a few Mika songs, and then came some Zaheer Abbas. We were already out dancing , and this singer kept on doind improper lip syncing. I really would have appreciated if he would have stopped faking it in front of an audience 10 feet away, and easily recognized that he was not singing. Well, I suppose if he would have sang it, then people on the floor would be less. Nevertheless , he played same song 3 times in a row, reminding of a hindi movie sequence "Pyar ke side effects" in which the DJ was made to play the same song 17 times.
Well , after an hour of dancing ,we went back only to meet Jas Arora. At first he looked the same as he did 20 years ago, just a few extra pounds, a heavy chin .. He looked like mixture of Jas Arora 20 years ago , and Jeetender 40 years ago. Well, after we had our photos , Nimi Suhaas and Geet had their share of pic with the handsome guy.
While Anshu took the pic and Jas moved out , Anusha stood (looked like posing for the pic), but these three moved out. I think she got offended, but the look on her face was astonished. I told Suhaas about the incident, and Geet went back to ask for a photograph. She was already offended , and promised pic after her "too boring, too feeble, useless" performance. Whatever be the case, Anusha didnt let anyone take a pic after that, and I think she didn't have too many takers after the performance.
But we did have a lot of fun dancing with our friends, till our legs broke and each muscle in the body pleaded to go home. We went back , welcoming new year 2012 with dance ...

Don't remember

2011-12-21T23:17:00.000+05:30

As much as I try to remember you , I am reminded of the pain. I don't really remember your face, nor your name , neither the place we met or where we separated. I don't remember the first time we met, and the first flowers I sent. I don't remember those daily late night phone calls or the gifts we exchanged. I don't carry your name or number in my wallet, nor I remember if we ever were friends. I don't remember if we went to a dinner together or had an evening walk. I don't remember you making to my birthday party nor I remember the help you seeked at each phase. No, I don't remember that I used to think it will be impossible for you to survive without me. No , I don't remember any of those stories you shared with me, nor the time when my friends asked me to distance from you. I don't remember those friends either. I don't remember the fun we had, I don't remember we went to office together. I don't remember telling any of them your name, I don't remember.
I have managed a big amnesia in myself, the hole is bigger than the pot. The darkness is immense like a big cup in a dark room. Like two de-motivated armies fighting for victory over a dead territory. I know you feel the same as I feel for you , and there is nothing we can ever remember about each other.
Its just blank now , a piece of paper where nothing was ever attempted. A lone forest, which is still uninhabited, untamed and unleashed. A white pure paper which is blank on both sides but watermarked Love.

The Flat Road

2011-11-21T22:26:00.001+05:30

It has happened well over a dozen times, but to have this fate on Freeway was an experience in itself.
Nov 18, 2011 - I got up at 5:30 AM to reach the office on time, so I can come home a bit early to avoid peak time traffic which is insane at regular time.
The drive to the office was smooth, and made a presentation for the day. Completing the other stuff, I hit the road after completing the job. Concerned about not hitting the road after the carpool lanes turn green, I took the exit for San Mateo bridge.
There was a peculiar gushing sound as I went through it. The sound was disturbing, but the car didn't show any loss in air pressure, and I thinking it to be a normal road condition noise, I rushed through. The noise dropped and I cleared off the San Mateo Bridge, and to 880 South . Few miles before I would turn for my house, the car starting dwindling. A loud noise and unbalanced car at over 70 mph, in high speed traffic. The challenge was tough , it was a split second decision.
Steps I took :
1. Put on the hazard lights , the person behind me slowed down and rushed off.
2. Opened the moon roof (with single push) , and took my right hand out of it, grabbing the attention of person behind me , and pointing to fact I need his help.
3. Now I slowly applied breaks , and veered off to the other side ( emergency stop).

I was on the other side , went out and saw a foot long cut right in the tire, with a steam of smoke coming out of it. I knew it was friction heat, but not sure whether it could have lead to a fire. I had to go and empty a water bottle to cool it down.

Next was calling for help, thanks to Anshu for getting the roadside assistance, and Suhaas for picking me up. He traveled all the way from San Fran to pick me up, on a busy day. Well , guess that's what friends are for. It was followed by an epic game of AOE , nice dinner and playing cards. Piyush and Kavita joined me , Ansh, Suhaas and Nimi for a rocking end to a day that rocked the air out of my car.

PS: The guy who replaced the tire was assertive it was a sabotage attempt ;)

waqt ki chaal ...

2011-11-14T21:10:00.001+05:30

ab waqt ki jhuriya chehre per aur rang baalo mein .... dikhne ka waqt kareeb aa raha hai , ya khuda , kuch aisa ker ki her kadam per mera ateet mere aaj ke saath kadam mila ker chale. Woh jaise kal ki hi baat thi jab hum bori bistar liye school college mein yaar dosto ke saath pade rehte the. kabhi kisi class mein bhi chale jaate the, to kabhi bhool bhi jaate the. waqt tab bhi dheere chal raha tha, waqt ab bhi dheere hi chal raha hai ... hum kahin ateet mein kabhi kabhi ruk bhi jaate hai , per waqt chalta rehta hai, aur saath chalta hai humara yeh nashwar shareer. Aatma shayad ajar amar ho, per yeh dhancha jo poori aatma per hai woh waqt ka hi saathi hai. waqt ke saath bada, jawaan huwa aur ab uske saath hi rang bhi badal raha hai. Iska ab yeh aisa saathi ho gaya hai ki humari bhi nahi sunta , apni marzi se kahin se ek safed baal nikal deta hai, to kabhi aise hi bimaar pad jaata hai. Kabhi chidchida ho ker khud ko haani pahuncha deta hai to kabhi khush ho ke duniya ko pyar. Ajeeb sa hi hai yeh waqt, aur is waqt ke saath chalta humara shareer .... ajeeb sa

test google

2011-10-26T10:15:00.002+05:30

Life as a Stock Market

2011-08-31T22:13:00.000+05:30

Lets play Stock Market with life. I had this curious feeling of going to stock market, every now and then. Study the market for sometime, and come out of it. But in last three years, I have realized , the stock market is so much as the life we life, unpredictable yet stable. Being aggressive is fine, being greedy is dangerous. Instincts lead to glory, as they do to misery. Flowing with the traffic might assure of safe sailing, but then neither life or stocks are meant for that kind. You need to have a partner in crime in life, and if that ends up as one for your stocks too, the more glory.
Faith works best in both these situation, while blind faith works only in life. The stocks like life go up to a high , and come down to a low. Stocks go a long way in the style you live your life. A pessimistic approach in stocks is most common nowadays, but thats not what you have come to stocks for. Take a risk , judge the water. Remember when you buy a stock, you are purchasing a part of company. Purchase the one in which you would like to work given an option. Don't go by advise everyone tells you, go with your brainpower with a pure heart and clear sight. Remember , stocks can be played with and life is what plays with it.

fir ....

2011-07-13T23:11:00.000+05:30

fir se chal gayi goli ,
fir se fat gaya bum ,
fir se sannata mein gayi mumbai,
fir kisi ka sapna toota.

fir kahin reh gayi tammanyein adhoori,
fir kahin tooti ek choori,
fir bhai ka sahara na mila,
fir zindagi ki ahemiyat na rahi

fir toota umeed ka sapna,
fir khokali huwi suraksha,
fir samachar sun ke hil gaye hum,
fir kahin kisi bekasoor ka nikala dum.

fir kahin pakda ek aantankvadi ko ,
fir kahin police wale ne khaayi ghoos,
fir kahin ban gaya ek aur swizz account,
fir kahin hatyara ho gaya out of town.

fir kismet ne dikhaya rang,
fir bharatvarsh pe utha ek malang,
fir mat ker barsdaasht mere vatan,
fir rond ke unko bata tu hai mere sang.

fir kerne de mujhe tujh per honsla ,
fir se jeene ki umeed jaga ,
fir se jo baithe hai door videsh mein ,
fir unko laane ki saazish bana.

fir ek baar uthane de fakr se haath,
fir ek baat fehra paun trianga tere saath,
fir taali baje jab uthe tera naam,
fir bata de padosiyo kohinoor ka daam

fir se ek baar fir se meri jaan,
fir dil se nikale ek hi aawaaz,
saare jahan se acha mera hindustan ...

Sorry State of Affairs ...

2011-07-13T22:55:00.000+05:30

It has come , the final reality that we are still vulnerable.We are still too lenient, and not angered enough to strike back. We are the people who have died in bomb blast on July 13 2011. We were all having a fun time, shopping, getting ready for dinner. Few of us have new born kids, and many of us live a normal life. We have died, but not naturally. An explosion took place, and we are no more.For us the life came to an end, but those who were with us, they have come to standstill.
Do you understand when you kill a person , you kill a relation. You make a hole in the family that takes ages to mend, and sometimes it never does. It depletes the entire family and affects the next generation directly. I never would have imagined this life, had it not been for my better half. The challenges life throws are huge, and loss of someone out of nowhere shatters more than one dreams. Suddenly the promotion is gone, there is no more Diwali or Holi, neither is bhaiya-duj, and thats because some sorry son of a B*** didn't like India having Kashmir? Someone didnt like India progressing. It can not be religious, but sadly sometimes it is.
Is going out and having war is the solution , it will lead to more soldiers lost, more deaths, more casuality. Bigger holes in the wall , but then it would let us smile. It would give us a reason that what tax I pay is used in correct way, and that no intruder can dare touch my motherland. Come on , loser politicians, wake up. Take the money out of your swiss accounts and be an Indian. They want Kashmir, do it unprecedented way. Make all the desert a real desert. For once, that would silent them forever. They should know its the time ,India is no longer in hands of people who dont care, and who dont dare. Gone is the era when Ravan took Sita, gone are the times when Drapadi was done ... the first half is done. We have tolerated. Now is the time to act. To go out for final Ram-Ravan war, like for Kaurav-pandav war.
Men in blue won the world , now lets win the peace. Lets make it loud and clear, that we are superpowers, and we have mousetraps to flush out mice from life.
The worst part was www.indiatimes.com , as i heard the news, it was still flashing "non sense" Bollywood news, not interested in people who died. timesofindia.com did a better job. But still for TV media, its just a matter of TRP. instigate people, the common man needs to wake up. The blasts happened on Wednesday, and the movie of same name could be the solution. I wish but hope not. I hope the democratic government does something, before India becomes milliatary dominated country to revenge the death of people who died in blasts like today.
Come on India !!!

G+ ... plus facebook ?

2011-07-12T02:07:00.000+05:30

New social network on cards. Second attempt by google (after orkut). Will they integrate Orkut with Google+, that would save me a lot of time to get up and working, and lot of my lost friends back in my circle.

I have used G+ for a few days now, and here it goes, over Facebook:

Chat : GTalk , google chat have been longer than facebook, but still obsolete. There are circles , but no way to chat to people in one circle. I can not be invisible for one particular group in G+.
On other hand, grouping in FB is very logical. It lets me select who all groups see me online , and offline. Then , the groups now have a chat feature ( just like yahoo rooms). So a group with 100 people have 100 people chatting at same time, discussing and feel like in a group. The admins having power to deny chatting rights to people.

Well , while Google takes it sweet years to get the feature in place, does it realize it will have to let commercial people make good money out of it. Let ads come, paid apps and free apps. A thing which will be soon in there, but then there will be ads all over the place. Is google trying to get the apps in place is another question. How will it hook to the framework.

If there ever are groups on G+ , and end user has common friends from 5 different groups, how will that be handled. This can always be nullified saying "we wont have groups (or communities as per Orkut). Can they survive without it.

Since its google product, the crawlers will now be going through Google Plus more than they do to FB, will it not affect the search results. Google Plus feature , which is like "Like" feature of FB, but definitely of some higher value, what is the value.

Is there something other than circles of life G+ has to offer over FB , something which a FB person can't do.

Google Plus Vs Facebook

2011-07-09T01:14:00.001+05:30

When i come down and try to answer this question, I am invariably lost in thought about business model. Google is a data hungry model, which feeds, thrives and survives on data. User data. It all started with Google search engine which crawls through search to make it better.
Then came ORKUT, which did good , and integrated with google made it best thing. Then came facebook and swept the world. People started finding classmates, teachers , long lost friends and even parents of the late. People got into applications, and likes and then came chat. Now its video chat.

In the meantime, linkedIn and twitter came, but FB still kept its place. Google started its small piece of effort. Google Wave ... it waved off without any ripples. Then came Buzz , it still is an extra piece of noise in my gmail account. I hardly use it , but it keeps on adding to distraction. Well to the point, if Google Plus as of now is good.

As compared to facebook ,it has google chat in it. Like it . Not for long. If you enable it, and you have a gtalk / gmail chat running, then u will hear ping sounds more often. It has groups but not apps. One day u want to share a piece of news with a group, u post it for them. But if you think there is someone else who would be interested in that news, either you have to add him/ her up your group or let it go to all. Reposting and long procedures.

Video chat will take a long time, and there is no feature as group chat as in facebook. There are circles but they are not grouped. If you have an interest based group, then you can post them but not talk to them as in facebook.
The apps in google are not added, and even when they will be , i dont think it will be as wide as in FB. Facebook is used by millions today, and it does not require you to have a gmail account or a facebook account. It gives u a facebook account when u join. Will google plus give you that.
The idea for google plus would be a downturn since it will go to an already established network with very less features.

Now for instance , if I ask you today to delete your facebook account and start using google plus, would you do that if all your good friends are not on google plus.
Honest scare for those people who think a particular person will not add him/her up again will not do it.

As I finish , I will tell you one thing. Adding a person to your friend circle who have not joined google plus will not send them an invitation. Add a person to the circle, create a post and send them email. When the person receives email, he /she opens the post and joins the Google+

Camping - Mt Medona

2011-07-06T21:41:00.001+05:30

Camping is one of the things which I did for first time in USA, and have been a fan of it ever since. So here we are , all set to do camping on Mt Medona on July 4 long weekend. Its gonna be two night, 3 days stay in a bare minimum camping tent which would at max house two people. There were bigger camping tents, but that would defeat the entire idea of camping.
Staying back like in primitive days, in wild forest,with real bear scare ,starlit sky and no luxury of an Air conditioner or fan, just pure nature. The arrangements to the trip were immense. Tents, clothes and gear. It took us while to get to the mood of camping , realizing we will have to leave the luxuries of home.

Deleting Facebook Friends

2011-06-24T11:19:00.000+05:30

When the whole world is trying hard to get to a million twitter followers, a hundred thousand friends , a hundred groups and 1 true friend, I took a different route this time. I opened up my friends list , it was so hard to find where it was hiding. I had 340 friends. Man , 340 people are my friends and I have no clue where the hell each one of them is. No wonder my privacy settings wont help me any longer.

Do you have over 200 friends , its highly unlikely you interact with all of them. If you do , you are really lucky. You have 200 facebook friends and 200 friends on facebook. It is not the same thing, it is different. Facebook is meant to be in touch with friends ( not with those you know, or you once know , and now its no business between u and them, dont add up). A pretty face telling you mutual friends, or just pester on "Add a Friend" would let you add one, then second and ....

Do you see a person and read , Deepak Gupta is now friends with Sameer Mohan and 20 other people. Suddenly Deepak Gupta is rich , his friend list is long. The fact is only Sameer is a friend and 20 others tagged along just because I saw friend request from them, or knew them. Then for 2 years 18 of them never talked to me, for those 18 the door is open.

So when I started looking in the list, I could easily delete 50 of them , even without thinking twice. The only thought was, "Was this guy my friend"? But yes, the challenge is hard when you look at refined list. Take a deep breath , delete the friends you dont interact with, most of the time , since they dont interact they won't even come to know you have deleted them. Or you wouldnt come to know if they deleted you. There is no reason to have a heavy FB friend list when every information you have here is at stake.

I did it today, I know some of the people reading this might have been deleted. For those people, I am not sorry , and if you could have better interacted with me , or let me become a friend from facebook contact, you would still be there. A person who gets out of list was not supposed to be in it in the first place.

Thank you Facebook for helping me find friends and those not so friends

kabhi kahin mein aur tu

2011-06-16T22:11:00.002+05:30

kabhi mein bol na paaya ,
kabhi tu sun na paayi ,
kabhi mein bula na paaya
kabhi tu bhula na paayi .

kabhi jashn mein na bulaya tujhe,
kabhi tu mehfil mein mil na payi mujhe,
kabhi mele ki masti mein gum thi tu ,
kahin apno ki talaash mein mashroof tha mein

kabhi kaam ke bojh tale na mil saki tu,
kabhi haar ke darr se bol na saka mein ,
kahin zindagi se ladti rahi tu ,
kahin jeet ke jahn mein choor raha mein.

kabhi zindagi ke talaash mein socha tujhe,
kahin soch ke kisi mod per mila tu mujhe ,
kabhi haath milaya, kahin chai bhi piye saath,
kabhi zindagi ke her mod per mil bhi lo.

kabhi kahin saath mila tera ,
kabhi per mil na sake kahin dubara,
kabhi bachpan mein rehna ka vaada kiya tha saath,
kahin aa gaya hai waqt daal lo ab haatho mein haath,
Kabhi Samay Ki Dhaara Mein Beh Gaye Main Aur Tu

Cherry Picking June 2011

2011-06-13T07:41:00.001+05:30

It is another year of picking the fresh cherries , and again we are there for second year in row to beat the heat. Brentwood gets a visit from us atleast once a year. Each time we go, the scenic route and the amazing lushless but beautifully crafted mountains make us smile. Last year heat made us go a bit early. We invited a hell lot of people, only a few enthusiasts turned up.
Participants : Me , Anshu , Vaishu , Nimi , Suhas , Nisha , Murgendra , Mustafa , Rajesh .

We started ON TIME , and were in

Back to PhotoGraphy

2011-06-04T02:10:00.000+05:30

after a long lost time , i have realized one more dream . Owning of a Digital Single Lens Reflex camera , known as DSLR. Its not even 24 hours and I am ready to go to the place where I think this will be used to potential. I will complete the post with the pics when I am back.