MY VOICE THROUGH MY WORDS

Horrible Bosses- Review

noreply@blogger.com (Amit414@ITBHU) — Sun, 09 Oct 2011 11:37:17 PDT

“Horrible bosses” is a rib-tickling story of three friends, Nick, Dale and Kurt, who are deeply upset with their bosses for different reasons. Even though Nick puts his full effort in office, his boss, Dave Harken, scolds him for being two minutes late and tricks him to drink scotch at 8:00 in the morning. Adding more fuel to fire, he declared himself as the vice president of sales in addition to his current designation and thus, he blows out Nick’s dream of being the vice president forever. Dale is working as an assistant to Dr. Julia. Dr. Julia sexually offends Dale. She also threatens to expose his nude pictures with her, roguishly shot while he was unconscious, to his girlfriend. Kurt likes his work until his boss dies of heart-attack and his psychopathic son becomes his boss. His new boss threatens him to fire unless he fires one of the “fat lady” and “Mr. Xavier”. While drinking at the bar, they find a hypothetical solution of their problems and that was to murder their bosses. They meet mother-fucker john who becomes their murder-consultant and gives them a five -thousand- dollar- idea to kill each other’s boss. What happens next is full of lots of twists and turns and then finally, it ends with an unpredictable and humorous note...

Jennifer Anniston as a sexually harassing and foul-mouthed boss has done a splendid job. No doubt, this is one of the finest performances of Anniston till date and more importantly, it lets her come out of comfort zone and play a character she had never done before. Kevin Spacy (Dave harken) as an office-jerk has done a remarkable job. . I loved the Kevin spacy’s performance as Dave Harken most. The way he characterizes himself as an egotistical jerk, shows ingenuity to his role. Collin Ferral as bobby completely justifies his character. He almost dissolves his character into a drug-addict maniac. It was hilarious when he argued with Kurt to fire one of the “Fat lady” and “Dr Xavier” or else he would fire all of the three. Not to mention, Nick (Jason Bateman), Dale (Charlie Day) and Kurt (Jason Sudekies) have done awesome job.

In a nutshell, Seth Gordon, the director of movie, has done a fantastic job by providing intensity to the dark, crude and hilarious plot of this movie. Kudos to him and his strong cast.

Those Umpteen Years

noreply@blogger.com (Amit414@ITBHU) — Sat, 08 Oct 2011 06:39:24 PDT

Deep inside my skins

The bluish veins were carrying

My life...cold and entrenched

Equivocally dead

Laughter subdued into restrained

Hollow smile

An innocent heart was seeking to be guile

Belief, hope, trust and love

Seemed just a fantasy...perhaps a pun

This tiresome, tedious and treacherous run

Was it worthwhile for just a minuscule fun?

Then one day, it knocked my door

It entered; I was lying on the floor

I was pulled apart into two

Detracted into Me and him

I saw those numb dead eyes

I felt the void, the emptiness

Perhaps...in those umpteen years

When it was carrying me

I never loved him...

And in turn, not loved by him.

Force- Adrenaline-Fueled Action Movie

noreply@blogger.com (Amit414@ITBHU) — Sat, 08 Oct 2011 01:27:42 PDT

Force is completely an action movie with few dews of romance. Yashvardhan (John Abraham), an ACP in Narcotics Department is undercover cop who investigates the nexus of drug business, disseminated all across the country. With the help of an informer, he and his team (Mohnish behl and others) successfully eliminate all the drug-mafias. Subsequent investigation report by IB about informer and afterwards his death puts a question mark on his selfless intentions to revel drug mafia which later confirms it as a strategy driven by Vishnu(Vidyut Jamwal) to rule all over India in drug business. Later, Yashvardhan kills Vishnu’s brother (Mukesh Rishi) during drug dealing. And then Vishnu’s vindictiveness sets a new limit of brutality against Yashvardhan and his team.

In a nutshell, FORCE has captivating plot with striking and intensive performance of John as an ACP and the new comer, Vidyut Jamwal, as villain. Not for a single moment it let me take my eyes off from the screen. SIZE MATTERS and JOHN persona in the role of tough and stern-looking cop indeed verifies it. Genelia D'Souza as a bubbly and sweet girl enchants on the screen and her innocent romance with john preserves the droplets of love even in the heat of incessant action. The debuted performance of Vidyut jamawal as villain is superb which aptly personifies his character as an evil itself. The performance of Mohnish Behal is worth-watching. Raj-Babbar as commissioner of police is tolerable.

With high decibel of bone-crunching punch and roaring background, this adrenaline-fuelled movie stands in the row of good action movies of Bollywood. If you are hardcore action fan and not a faint-hearted, then this movie is surely for you. Go and watch!! ... You would not be disappointed.

Swelling Technology & Waning Spirituality

noreply@blogger.com (Amit414@ITBHU) — Tue, 28 Jun 2011 09:41:47 PDT

In this era of technological revolution, our efforts are merging towards an absolute control of everything. Just push a button and apparently, everything from lighting, AC, TV or even opening and closing of doors are at our finger tips. Sometimes, I wonder what would be the end of this revolution. Would it be like as we see in Hollywood movies in which they repeatedly show the control of humanity by human-made ROBOTs or would it just start mitigating as everything in nature does after reaching its peak. I cannot say if the evolution followed by revolution is cyclic or linear but a little observation in the changing scenario can provide a substantial clue for coming future.

From the inception of Mankind, religion and science are the two basic structures which have been supporting humanity. If Science feeds you, religion gives you the taste of food. Both are distinct but inevitable for Mankind. The lack of anyone would create havoc in the system.If we go slightly deeper into the realm of science and religion, we acknowledge that comparison of science and technology is pointless. Religion is just an application of spirituality as technology is of Science. Science is journey of outwards and spirituality is of inwards. Science is pursuit of discovering the things which are...But just hidden. It is just like demystifying the unknown. Technology is the exploitation of this hidden knowledge for our use. In a same way, spirituality is a journey of knowing our inner self...the purest form which is aptly described in scriptures...Satya- Chita- Ananda...Religion guides us to embark the journey of inwards. Prayers, worshipping and scriptures are just few applications of spirituality to lead us towards inner self.

Somewhere, in the high decibel and dazzling development of technology, we have become oblivious to the basic structure of technology....Science. On the other side...Religion is also contaminated by preposterous and dogmatic thought which has blurred the true purpose of religion and more often, it is appearing devilishly in the form of war and genocide. No doubt...Technology is providing a lot of things...But also taking a lot of things...More things are coming in our control...Less controlled we are getting. The incessant pursuit of technology has overshadowed the inquisitiveness of mankind and hence, pursuit of science.

So, where are we leading... towards a path of glorious Mankind or doomed Mankind? It is hard to envisage the future of Mankind but with little interpolation of swelling technology and waning spirituality in the wake of nuclear Bombs...it would not be an exaggeration to say that if your light, AC and door can be controlled by a push switch, presumably the life of whole planet could also be at someone finger tips...and we, who are losing our own conscience in imparting intelligence to steel-bodies...it would be really disastrous and might be, the culmination of Mankind.

Come On INDIA!!

noreply@blogger.com (Amit414@ITBHU) — Fri, 24 Jun 2011 06:52:46 PDT

Things are changing fast. Perception and its reaction have quite changed in these years. Thanks to media, and people like Anna Hazzare and Baba Ramdev...The stream of awareness in people’s perception is finally claiming to bring a Tsunami against the old-wretched political and beureachratic system of India.

A revolution is not an accident. It is certificate for people’s lost faith and dying hope to existing governing system. And the recent appalling acts of corruption one after another by governing party were more than enough to trigger the people’s fury. And when Anna Hazzare became the torch bearer, millions supported him in the hope that a “Change” would finally come. The “Change”.... The dawn of which will bring the end of blood-sucking-Vampires from Indian Political and beureachratic system.

So my question is ...Would really the acceptance of LOKPAL BILL bring this change or would it just create another camouflaged and just superficially-changed old system, painted in eyes-soothing colours? The biggest threat of LOKPAL BILL is it might centralize the power in the hands of few civil people who could curb both judiciary as well as Prime minister. Well, History is witness that centralization of power has never been a good idea. It would eventually lead to either dictatorship or complete anarchy. Therefore, It is imperative that there should not be an isolated control, control must be mutual....not unidirectional.

Anna Hazzare’s war against government is not a political movement. Somehow BaBa Ramdev involvement in this crusade politicized the revolution and tried to defile the demand of “Change” into just “the change of Existing government”. It is not the change of Government that will bring the solution of corruption...But It is the change of policy which can make the system more transparent and system more accountable to common citizens. And that is where inclusion of top official in LOKPAL bill could be effective.

I admire Anna and Baba...not because what they are personally but for their initiation....And countries like India where people are shamelessly-sleeping in their own pigeon hole and are completely oblivious to their rights and duties...it is indeed great to initiate. A revolution cannot churn the system for good if it does not have a clear vision and plan for implementation. Initiation is prerequisite which no doubt has been offered by Anna Hazzare and somewhat by Baba Ramdev. But a collective clear vision and implementation are outcome of intellect that is where I feel, rawness of LOKPAL bill can be polished and modified by the constructive suggestions and discussions.

We, the youths, have been sleeping for decades. I wonder how many of the youths would have any idea about LOKPAL Bill. I salute Anna Hazarre for taking a stand against the rising corruption and for raising alarm against sleeping Junta of India. Hazzare has lighted the torch...and it is duty of our youths to perpetuate the torch until the deep-seated corruption incinerates into ashes. If you want the change, be the change.

Come On INDIA!!!!

It would be apt to repeat Thakur’s dialogue from Sholey in the current scenerio...

(लोहा गर्म है मार दो हथौरा )

Fluttering-Flames

noreply@blogger.com (Amit414@ITBHU) — Sun, 05 Jun 2011 07:20:53 PDT

The fluttering-flames of the candle-light

Was making me breath in and out

As her sparkling face was swinging to shadowy-unknown

An explicable beauty was flowing

Like mesmerizing-rays of dawning sun

When I looked into her deep-dark-dazzling eyes

Could see the burning flame fluttering with her disheartening-sigh

And, the tears, dammed to blaze the flame for long

I know the flame might smoulder my flammable-feelings

Despite... it is the light of flame that shows me a path

A path of purpose, a path of love...

And trust me; even your flames would burn me...

You have my tears...dammed in your eyes

Beauty and Real Beauty

noreply@blogger.com (Amit414@ITBHU) — Mon, 23 May 2011 11:38:03 PDT

Have you ever felt what sets wings to your emotions as you suddenly exclaim,” What a beautiful thing this is!” For us anything can be beautiful, irrespective of person, place or emotion. Even a tragic movie ends, leaving tears into our eyes and our heart wells out saying it.... beautiful!!

So, really, to define beauty is as difficult as to define ‘point’ in mathematics. However, I would say everything, beautiful which is the object of happiness. But remember, not the source of happiness. The difference of object and source must be understood to appreciate this definition. Let me explain it through example:

When we meet our loved one after a long-time, our eyes become full of tears. We cry...But we feel happiness...I would call it beauty....
But how am I able to witness this beauty? It is because I have already bore the pain of being away from her.
The source of happiness is the pain. But Pain itself is not the happiness.

May be for one person, the clamouring of birds is just noise and for other it is the music of existence. For a same person, a flower seems an ordinary thing at one moment. And at the next moment, it starts appearing a beautiful gift of existence.

Does it mean that beauty is only in eyes of seer? Does it mean it is psychological? Does it mean that we have to squeeze the beauty by being in complete awareness? Well, I feel it is.

What makes TajMahal beautiful? What makes a golden sculpture more beautiful than iron sculpture?

When we see an object, we perceive an image in the reflection of many things. Like if we are seeing a historical building, its history and mystery is as important as its infrastructure in judging beauty.

Even gold and diamond are regarded as beautiful, not only because they are but also due to rarity and usefulness. For a child, I think marble and gold would not make a difference in terms of beauty.

What makes a woman/man beautiful for man/woman?

It is his/her desire, in the shadow of which they define beauty. Well, sex is an important aspect but it is not the only one; care, compassion, security and many other things plays a vital role in judging the person beautiful.

He likes SRK( actor) but his liking is just projection of his subtle desire to be like him. He likes Aishwarya because consciously and unconsciously he wants to posses her.

One calls Mother Teresa beautiful, not because her appearance but due to her philanthropic works.

One likes Ferrari not because it looks but it would fill his subtle desire. Now this desire is also product of many things (human instincts).

Why do people consider fairer people more beautiful?

I think it is just conditioning of mind. Black people had been subjected to slavery, humiliation and disgrace for many centuries. Consequently, people’s minds have been conditioned to accept this bitter and atrocious fact even today. It is imperative to ponder as there are some communities where measurement of beauty is just reverse of general thinking. Even Krishna, who is considered as the most beautiful person on earth had dark complexion which itself shows dark was beautiful in the past. Society fills our mind with prejudices and dogmas, in the reflection of which we judge beauty.

What I conclude is when we see an object we judge it according to its attributes in every dimension like history, mystery, pain endured, rarity and usefulness. Beauty is a function of those attributes which are just projection of our desire.

World would be always discriminated in two parts- beautiful and ugly if we did have desire and conditioned mind.

Real beauty...?

As I have not experienced what real beauty is, so at most I can give a hypothetical explanation of real beauty. When one sees an object without any judgement of good or bad; without any history or mystery; without any desire, I think the emotion he feels at that very moment would be Real beauty. And beauty of this assumption lies in the fact that in this way everything would be beautiful. An eternal beauty would be in one’s eyes. This might be the beauty which is explained in our scriptures and is felt by very rare personalities like Buddha (after enlightment).

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Drops

noreply@blogger.com (Amit414@ITBHU) — Sun, 22 May 2011 10:28:33 PDT

In the serene-still surface of water

When a rain-drop strikes

A ripple flows towards the shore

Leaving behind the circular traces

When sun-light glistens the recurring flow

The sparkling aura seems like infinite lives

Dancing and enjoying in their colourful dresses

With humming melodious tune

Celebrating and welcoming a new one

Now, an indistinguishable part of Whole

It is now scorching rays of sun

Burning and boiling

As if disaster is pushed into million drops of life

Even the tears of all is not suffice to melt the heart of sun

They run; they protect and like a martyr

Sacrifice their life for one another

And now it is night

The cold breezy air is flowing

And letting the tiresome drops relax

And forget all the sorrows, pains and losses

Perhaps getting them ready for new dawn

New life and new fight...

A Melody

noreply@blogger.com (Amit414@ITBHU) — Sun, 15 May 2011 07:59:42 PDT

My eyes were closed
And my mind empty
Yet I could see
A life, coming in and going out
Through my nostrils, wind-pipe to my stomach
And I could feel my heart humming a melody...
A melody!!...vibrating and resonating my soul
Invigorating me to dance, sing and roll...
And my fingers moving on the key-board
Letting me out the indescribable feeling
Through the words, but in vain
The words were just old...stale...
With every word typed in...It is just past, a memory
Not the feeling...
I wonder if I could hold the feeling
Tightly and cosily
And every time, I did...
I felt the synchronicity loosen down
And my soul fastened

A Living-invisible to Dead-Visible

noreply@blogger.com (Amit414@ITBHU) — Sun, 08 May 2011 07:15:46 PDT

Every day when I went to my office

I saw her on the road side

Watching vigorously

Without blinking her abysmal eyes

Her frail skull, her bony body

Her bare feet, her scattered hairs

Her reedy fingers, her cold look

Shivered my whole being

Felt like a lightening stroke to my heart

And then when I saw people walking by

Without noticing her existence

Absorbed in their own symphony

I wonder if she is too thin to be invisible

Invisible to all of us...

And then when I reached my home

She just became a tragic moment of today’s episode...

And her memories got fade away with each passing moment

Life went on...

She was never different...

Yeah! Worst can’t be worse...

And with each passing day... I got immune to her...

She was just a picture hung in my memories

Now...my shivering...and lightening stroke

Got softened through the passage of time...

And suddenly one day... I did not see her...

And again, next day...

Then, again and again

Now it had been two weeks I saw her...

And today when I opened my newspaper

I saw her... Her numb eyes...her cold look...

Her disseminated hairs...

Even her death could not change her look....

But of course, had changed her worth...

“A living-invisible to dead-visible”

WRITING

noreply@blogger.com (Amit414@ITBHU) — Fri, 29 Apr 2011 08:42:18 PDT

Life seems to be shrunk between past and future and when such thing happens, obviously the view of present remains blurred and congested. With tumbling-walk on the road of life and in the hue and cry of expectations and concerns, life seems like a burdened rock tied to neck. It has been long when I heard the voice of myself but now, is it not too late? ...too late to rejuvenate these dead tissues.

With the last line of above paragraph, I felt my thoughts jumbled, my finger seized and emotions dried. I don’t know why and how, but it is none of my business. I just want to feel myself which never releases out due to inexplicable weight of life and I want to see something which I cannot see when I see myself in mirror daily morning.

For me, writing is like seeing and it is also one that vaporizes the grime from my soul. I believe till I can put my fingers on the keyboard or can hold a pen, I would be never blind nor would my soul be too heavy to carry my life.

My Random thoughts

noreply@blogger.com (Amit414@ITBHU) — Sun, 06 Mar 2011 08:59:49 PST

It has been quite long since I have written anything for my blog. Sadly, I have written just one poem in these two months. Sometimes I wonder if it was me who has written so many articles on my blog. Today when I remember how passionate I was for writing during those jobless days I envied of me of those days. The happiness of writing was something I realized late in my life. I owe to writing since it revealed something that was unknown, hidden and suppressed with too many layers of weighing life. It was obviously not something great... if “Great” only means an objective parameter for measuring achievement and accomplishment. But it was self-satisfying, like happiness blossomed through his creative effort. This feeling is so personal that it creates a charm for self and invigorates our self with beauty, appreciation and sense of accomplishment. Writing teaches a lot. It is the best mirror to see our self. It lets us to ponder over things which seem trivial for others, and most importantly it taught me is to think systematically. It is indeed a joy to see how a systematic approach simplifies a complex problem.

Complexity is just web of simplicity. It just depends how you look into the system. Even the most complex system can be deduced to certain integration of simple systems. Systematic thought is discrete in nature. We can easily see the chunks of independent thought woven with well defined responses of others. I love simplifying things. It is a same force of creativity which guides when a painter simplifies the complexity of countless emotions and undefined ambiance onto such a small canvass or when a writer writes intricate and abstruse feeling into words. Though, it is abstract for others but complete for them. The pursuit of Simplification has been continuing for centuries. Philosophy and science, are actually the way to simplify the seemingly complexity of nature. Formulations of scientific laws are just outcome of these attempts. “Theory of Everything” might be the culmination of scientific ways to simplify things. But somehow, I feel the quest of simplifying things will be continued till this world exists.

This all shows how innate the quest for simplifying things is. It is the same thing which ignites a passion for exploring things, questioning systems and facing challenges. It is embedded in Artist’s Creativity as well as scientist’s curiosity.

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Blind

noreply@blogger.com (Amit414@ITBHU) — Mon, 07 Feb 2011 09:15:41 PST

It was a fine morning

The songs of birds, the warmth of sun

A divine breeze was blowing

Carrying the fragrance of heaven

I felt so blessed

And tried to open my sleepy eyes

But they were heavy

Too heavy to lift them up

I felt helpless...I cried...I wept

And when those tears rolled out...

They moistened and soften my eyes

With my fingers I pulled my eye lids up

And it was dark...absolute darkness

The warmth, the fragrance, the music

There was nothing...except that abysmal darkness

I cried,” have I become blind? “

And he laughed...No dear, you always were...

But from now you are no longer...

And he switched on the room’s light

I was no more a blind.

Life is Beautiful

noreply@blogger.com (Amit414@ITBHU) — Wed, 22 Jun 2011 08:20:15 PDT

He looked deep down in his heart, searching the reasons of the restlessness and the never-felt pain which was literally tearing out his soul from his physical body. In the cacophony of so many unanswerable questions, reasons were lying like half-lived fish, just taken out of the life of ocean. When reasons don’t seem obvious, passion starts reigning mind. But this passion was different in the sense that it was not for getting the reasons but getting out of the reasons... and the questions... and its damn answers. He saw his numb eyes, big nose and big dark-scattered hairs in the glass filled with dark liquid put above the table. The whirling of Fan, the flickering of tube light and the alcoholic smell, had made the ambience look like no less than a horror movie. He was lying like a lump of flesh on his easy chair, putting his legs above the table and one hand holding the glass and other in his lap. The packet of new classic cigarettes was lying down saying “smoking causes Cancer” sounding like the worst joke of his life. In one sip he finished the glass. He felt fire burning down his body. He could hear the pounding of his heart as if it was being repeatedly hammered. He tried to lift his hands but perhaps they were not his now. They did not move. He felt something pulling out him from his body and this pull was terribly unkind.

Grrrrrrrrrr-----His mobile vibrated. With all his effort he moved his eyes and saw number flashing “Mom”. Tears rolled down from his eyes. He felt so helpless. Thoughts started swirling into his mind. And these thoughts came like tornado, storming out everything. For the first time at the verge of dying and living he got scared of death. He got scared of missing the love; the beauty of life. Love comes like tornado. one can't resist it but can assist it. The horror of life turned into a wish to live eternity. Life was looking so beautiful in the eyes of his loved ones. He disdained himself of doing this. But he had already done it and there was no "ALT +Z". He felt something dawning upon him. Perhaps his soul was trying to come out of his ailing body. And at the next moment he got fainted.

“Life is beautiful”

“This inspiring book has not only made a world record for the most selling copies but also has changed the life of millions. And today, we are highly privileged to have the speaker, the author of this book, Siddhartha Kashyap, also the founder of LIB (Life is Beautiful) international welfare organisation.”

In the midst of thundering claps, a man, in his late 60s appeared at the podium. He had charismatic radiant eyes. He closed his eyes and felt the God inside, perhaps thanking him for giving his life back, 32 years ago.

Everyone comes here for special purpose. There are nothing like good and bad things. There are only “things” which shape us, forge us to be ready to serve our purpose.

The Day of Eternal Sleep

noreply@blogger.com (Amit414@ITBHU) — Mon, 01 Nov 2010 04:24:16 PDT

The Heart- wrenching moments

And the moments of bliss

Each moment I am becoming new

Peeling out old-rusted-rotten skin

And my heart learns a new more melodious tune

After every tornado of sorrow

And when tears rolls down

They also seep away the blurriness of eyes

I can feel the old, me,

Becoming new, more and more beautiful

Perhaps life is letting me to my most beautiful day

The day of absolute new, the day of eternal sleep.

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ME or YOU

noreply@blogger.com (Amit414@ITBHU) — Sun, 08 Aug 2010 00:17:14 PDT

In the fierce and feverish wind

You came and gave a shelter

To my trembled, trampled and gloomy beam of my life

In the light of my own beam

I saw your radiant face like a sun-rise in my darkened heart

My expression flowed, wiping out all the layers of deceptiveness

And softened the hardened rock

burdened on my chest due to life-long deposition

Of rules of Good and bad;

Of discrimination of beautiful and ugly

In the layer-less conscious of my being

I saw the transparent bareness of my own being

Felt the love flowing in the veins in place of blood

Heard the music of my soul crooned by my heart

And vibrating the tiniest cells of my body

On the sweetest rhythm of Life

I can’t say...How lively the words become

When my love drenches the words coming for you

When I see in your lovely comely eyes

I often wonder...I am seeing Me or You...

Departure

noreply@blogger.com (Amit414@ITBHU) — Sat, 17 Jul 2010 09:37:09 PDT

Thoughts flowing through the woven words

Reflected so clearly through the dancing eyes

A life was indeed flowing

Flowing! In between two lives.

In the longitudinal expansion and compression

The silent music was vibrating in the mysterious tune

The bonds inside were loosening

And two lives were centering to a new life.

In the shadow of love, conversely,

Things become brighter and prettier

In the bond of love, conversely

Souls taste the eternal freedom

In the mirror of her eyes

First time I loved myself so deeply

First time I saw “I” vanishing into “We”

First time I felt a drop mingling into Life-Sea

My hands felt a sudden urge to touch her

I felt to say how amazing, adorable she was

But the touch, the words were so petty

Their worldly touch could defile its sanctity

Alas! The night of departure stroked

Ear got deaf and eyes got blurred

It was “Time” who tried to cut the chord

To break the mirror with its mighty sword

I cried oh! Lord

Why did you let me fall in love with her?

If you had to take her away from me

In the reflection of my own sound

I felt her inside my heart

The mirror which I used to hold,

was now dwelling inside my heart.

If Death defines life

Departure derives Love.

Nothingness

noreply@blogger.com (Amit414@ITBHU) — Sat, 12 Jun 2010 03:17:30 PDT

Fleshes, bones and skin-tones

Boiling emotions, stimulating sensations

I puzzled if I was alone

Who was prone

To this skinny-shallow-hollow perception of life.

In their sizzling-smile and twinkling eyes

Now I can see the hidden lie

That these have been sold out for a price

A price that finally evokes the prejudiced views

And let us feel the inequalities

By rating superiority and inferiority

But if our eyes go beyond this

Superficial-synthetic-simulated wall

We can hear the music of lovely heart

We can see the flowing love

We can feel the divine soul

That cannot be valued by worldly dollars

Or de-valued by being weak and poor

Our senses can be complex and dense

But true love starts from something And goes into NOTHINGNESS… :)

Mesmerizing Memories

noreply@blogger.com (Amit414@ITBHU) — Wed, 19 May 2010 19:52:10 PDT

In six months of relatively small period of my life I have been at three beautiful places that have carved mesmerizing memories in my heart and soul forever. Well, these seemingly hyperbolic statements are about Pune, Amritsar and Bangalore. Pune, the place where I did my training in exquisite and enthralling surroundings of mesmerizing mountains and sparkling greenery… There was an amazing amalgamation of serenity and liveliness in the aromatic air of this place which I feel is somehow originated or just embroidered by the cool and composed water of Khadakwasla lake. And yeah, on the weekend, the city-malls and the roads which inexplicably widened the eyes of a guy like me and made me feel the rush of excitement inside me…

Amritsar, where I was during my field-attachment with Army is historically, religiously and aesthetically a place of great importance. A narrow geographical line which has created a huge valley engrossed with hate and disbelief defines the one side of this city…My sense of freedom got deepened and sudden surge of anger flew through my veins when I witnessed the reminiscences of one of the most dreadful incident happened in the entire history in Jaaliwala Bagh. The resplendent beauty of Golden temple, bathed in the golden rays of setting sun was such a superb scenic view that led me to appreciate the kaleidoscopic beauty of existence…And finally how can my taste-buds forget those delicious and mouthwatering Goleguppes and Aalloo ke parathe??

Bangalore…the name itself sounded so many images in my mind which had been created in the very beginning of my engineering in IT-BHU…I used to visualized this city with dazzling and glittering multi-storey buildings, wide reflecting roads and girls walking in their gorgeous dresses very similar to Hollywood movies…As soon as I entered into my residential complex in Bangalore, I was delighted to see the reddish ground as if red flowers of the lush-green trees were reflecting themselves on the ground…There was vibrant and shimmering greenery inside my township with the fragrance of tranquility and serenity…and it took no time to find why Bangalore is also known as “City of Gardens”. I am just two weeks old in Bangalore...So visually unfamiliar about its flashy and cheeky side of the city…Will say about it in detail in my coming posts…

So this Monday as I got in the Spice-Jet…An unexpected and unprecedented thing occurred…Which led me to formulate something… which I wish to share with you…

If you are single…

The best thing happens in a journey when a beautiful girl sits beside you…and the worst thing happens when she sits with her boy-friend beside you…: D

Cheers!!

Something I belong, Really and Eternally

noreply@blogger.com (Amit414@ITBHU) — Mon, 10 May 2010 06:54:03 PDT

Somewhere so far I was

Didn’t know what was pinching my heart

Didn’t know what was twitching my eyes

In the emptiness and incompleteness of my own being

Was seeking a companion, a confidant, a matching being

I put my hands on my heart and the Nerves

And I listened between those two Gaps

Something irrational, inexplicable and mysterious

Some vague vibrations were dwelling inside my heart of hearts

Invisible wires, disintegrated due the loads of longevity

Devastating celestial-communication of me and divinity

And you put your loving hands on my head

A miraculous and mysterious resonance occurred

My heart found its own rhyme and rhythm

My eyes were no longer dim and numb

My soul was dancing in the music of existence

I was free, now there was no boundaries, no fence

I did not believe in God; I did not believe in Miracle

I did not believe in mysteries; I did not believe the power of soul

But that day...I experienced God...I experienced Miracle

I witnessed mystery... and in your soul I found mine

You are the origin of my Life; the quintessence of love

And there is an invisible and indestructible link

That even your memories let me sleep in your lap

In this Vast and huge territorial Map

If something I belong, really and eternally

This is one and only, your warm and loving lap

Synchronicity

noreply@blogger.com (Amit414@ITBHU) — Wed, 05 May 2010 07:43:17 PDT

Distorted emotions; camouflaged expressions

Never been allowed to fly without restrictions

Suppressed, subjugated, concealed and repressed

Wouldn’t they imprison us in a dead-bed?

We take birth and die but in between the two

There is life... momentary, moving and mortal

And there is heart... tender, emotive and irrational

Synchronicity of these two might be “love”

The weakest and the most vulnerable link

Can let us be in heaven or hell in a blink

In the weightless, blossoming and sparkling environment

Emotions are spontaneous and unrestricted

Also, Immaculate and innocent like a child

Expression is reflection of emotions...

And Love is the most subtle and pure form of Expression...

Contradiction

noreply@blogger.com (Amit414@ITBHU) — Sun, 02 May 2010 07:27:32 PDT

I heard soothing sound of perhaps, those ringing-bells,

Carried by perfumed wind, breezing from those far green dells

An indistinguishable-invisible life was mixed and merged

And my ignited-dehydrated heart was somehow quenching his thirst

All of sudden, I stood up, danced, laughed and cried

People were in awe and in surprise, standing by side

I felt more incense; more soothing sound

Mesmerized I was, insisted my friends to make a round

They clapped; they sang and I danced, lying on the ground

I saw group of people, clad in white; walking silently and mournfully

Then I suddenly realized, it was not ringing bells but mourning knells

The mourning knells of one are ringing bells for someone

In life, Contradiction is often driven through the integration

One’s dark-dreary night might be other’s bright-breezy morrow

Even flowers of happiness blossom in the roots of sorrow

Stream of Emotions

noreply@blogger.com (Amit414@ITBHU) — Thu, 22 Apr 2010 04:10:14 PDT

In the whirling of emotions

Things start centering inside

There were so many, implicit and explicit

Fictional and real; dirty and Neat

Words are so feeble to let it out

Heart is restless to clear this doubt

When you are delicate inside

An apparent-stoned-layer rounds outside

Might be it is a nature’s way

To resist the hurtful-feelings and to keep it away

Or might be it is a defensive approach

Which disorients your outside and inside so much

You are dumped into saddening-schizophrenic-hell

To hear your own mournful-melancholic knell

Put out the garbage that has choked the stream of emotions

And the layers that have hided your heart from the rejuvenating ray of sun

Love cannot bloom in the drenched-barren-deserted soul

And without ‘love’ you cannot immaculately enact your role

Dear friends...I am going to be again active in Blog-sphere...My Training has been almost completed now. I have been posted in Bangalore...From this weekend I would be in Bangalore...

Cheers!!

Women-Empowerment (A Short Story)

noreply@blogger.com (Amit414@ITBHU) — Wed, 31 Mar 2010 10:30:11 PDT

Her spectacle ridden red eyes were trying to run away from the crowd as soon as possible. Every person was looking so alien, so dreadful. Her heart was pounding so fast, it felt it could come out anytime. She closed her eyes; took a long-breath; chanted a prayer, perhaps to stabilize her trembling soul. But it was of no use. In the high decibel of the noise she had already lost her ability to hear her own words. Somewhere at some meters away she found a corner. She moved towards the corner with her shuddering legs but alas! Her blurring eyes were proving too difficult to keep open. She fell down and in a few hours she was laying against white bed-sheet in the government hospital.

She didn’t know who took her there. She moved her eyes everywhere to search some known faces. But there was no one. Finally she closed her eyes.

So how are you feeling now?

She heard a male, soothing yet concerned voice, but not sure if it was for her or someone else. She opened her eyes slightly...As the image in front of her was misted down, she saw an young handsome man in his late 30’s standing beside her and looking directly into her eyes.

For a moment she was flabbergasted and then with shivering sound she murmured...

“Feeling okkk...”

There was a small gap. Questions were not being asked. But in between the space of the two there were so many questions swirling around.

“Thanks a lot for taking me to hospital. I don’t know what would have happened if you did not come.”

“It’s ok. It is not a big deal. Anyways I had called your dad when you were not conscious... got his number from your mobile.”

“By the way, you live in Sarnath. Then what were you doing here...?”

“I am Rishita, Professionally a teacher...I teach English, here in Sunbeam school.

And what do you do??”

“Me...?
I am Ajeet. I run a NGO who is working for social issues like begging, poverty, caste-ism etc."

“That’s the reason why you took me to a hospital.” She smiled...

“Not exactly...however it is part of my work... our NGO works also for women-empowerment.”

"Women-empowerment!!" She said with a sarcastic smile...

"What happened... is it a joke...??"

"Might be..."

She tried to say more and then put a sudden pause as she just wanted to choke the words coming out of her mouth...

Tell na...you seemed to have something to say... let it come... I want to know...

“Women’s Empowerment! Is it not a big word only to pronounce? Every year Government celebrates one day as women-empowerment day and start envisioning empowerment of women. Male-chauvinism is lying in the DNA of society. It is incurable. I hope when god would again create this world, women will get the equal status as men have.”

He was wondering what happened to her all of sudden. It seems that the fire inside her heart was just being translated into words....

He tried to calm her...and replied confidently but politely...

“I don’t know.............But.... Society is changing.... Our constitution has a provision of gender equality. Women are doing a marvelous job. Government has started new schemes. Education is changing the attitude of people. Once people get educated, I hope this would do a tremendous change in the structure of society.”

“So you are saying that Education will remove suffering of women. Do you any idea how women are being treated in corporate or any working institutions? Eve-teasing, molestation and vulgar comments have become part of their routine. The person who writes articles about the women-empowerment is charged with molestation. They say dowry is a crime; then can you tell me who is not criminal, even in your 'educated class' people. Society is not changing...it is just disguising...... camouflaging..."

"Oh! Come on...Many people are not taking dowry. Our laws are getting strict. I am running NGO and I know how many such cases have been handled by police."

"Then they must have gifts... :P"

"You are behaving like a misanthropist... I don’t know why? Anyways I cannot justify our society more. At most we can try to make it good if it is bad..."

"I cannot comment. I have lost all my faith to this society and its impotent laws."

As discussion was getting hotter, an old man in his late 60’s entered in the room. His worried face and moving eyes soon confirmed that he was her father.

"What happened to you dear...?" He said as he was about to cry...

"Nothing Dad...Just the weather...Days are too hot"

"Anyways he is Ajeet; he took me to the hospital..."

"Ajeet!!... Ajeet Saxena... (Pause for some seconds)..."

"So you are the son of K.K. Saxena..."

"Yeah! But how do you know...??"

"I know... just leave it..."

"Thank you so much for taking her to the hospital..."

Saying this, he lost his control on himself and tears trickled through the corner of his eyes... He could not believe that just two days ago the father of same person has rejected the proposal of marriage as he was not able to match his status...If he could give 2 lakhs more, he would have matched....He did not know if Ajeet knew it or not but he was wondering who is guilty... Ajeet, his father or this Society.

Dense Senses

noreply@blogger.com (Amit414@ITBHU) — Wed, 17 Mar 2010 03:55:44 PDT

I let my nerves restrain more and more

I let myself wait more and more

I let my pores sweat more and more

Might be it would let me find my inner core

Might be it would let me differentiate rot and pure

Might be it would lead me to freedom-door

And today in the rapid race of life

In the false praise and frustrating strife

I too have got addicted for this dazzling yet shallow life

Moving in the same way, millions are running

Dreaming and desiring the same thing, millions are doing

And dying for love when so much love is raining

Have I not lost myself in the crowd of people?

Have I not become cripple due to race of being special?

Sometimes I feel to break all these invisible dazzling chains

And let my soul feel the unadulterated air outside these hollow dens

But my senses have become so dense

Its gravity is not letting me come out of the social-fence.

But one day I would, no more this life can lure

Life is so short; one must go for its cure.