A Silent Spring...

2012-02-27T01:05:00.001-08:00

Is it the weather that is so cold...

or my Cold Heart ... is about to snow??

Cracked lips..pale skin...puffy eyes...

Are you the one...who once used to glow??

'Geet'

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Disabled or specially abled?

2012-02-23T08:20:00.002-08:00

Like every other day...today I got into the local bus at 8.30 in the morning. I got the window seat..and the bus kicked off! Somebody at the back seat was playing some badly sung Punjabi songs which was very irritating. Any how...the bus passed by the usual stations ..and finally i was about to reach my station.

As soon as i tried to get up from my seat, i saw a young boy standing close to my seat. At the very first appearance he appeared pretty abnormal. As i got up and left my seat he quickly grabbed it which was quite normal and as i turned towards the exit door i saw another young boy who was a look alike of the abnormal boy! I looked at the faces of both the boys they looked like twins(i guess they were twins). As the abnormal boy saw his brother standing he got up from his seat saying " Bhaiyaa tu baith ja na....bhaiyaa tu baith ja na!!!" The Normal boy smiled and replied "koi bat nahi..bhaiyaa aap baitho!". But he still kept repeating his lines. The very incident touched my heart so deeply that I almost forgot that I was about to get off the bus. I questioned myself ,"How many normal children would do the same for their siblings?"

Any how i went to the college...attended classes had lunch and almost forgot about the incident .Then came our Special Education class and our topic for the day was "Mental Retardation". Our professor started discussing the characteristics of MR children. As soon as she said that these children are mostly behaviorally Maladjusted, I was reminded of the incident that took place in the morning!

Suddenly the voices in the class faded and I got lost into my own thought process. Today when even blood relations don't matter to people I saw a brother who was not normal like all of us caring for his normal brother. May be this is the reason we call them Maladjusted....for they are still away from all those impurities and malice that normal people carry in their hearts and minds. Seriously i questioned myself...Are these children maladjusted? Are they disabled or should we call them specially abled???

"Tujh se naraaz nahi zindagi...hairaan hu..."

'GEET'

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DON'T QUIT

2011-09-21T02:16:00.000-07:00

DON'T QUIT

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,

When the road you're trudging seems all uphill,

When the funds are low and the debts are high,

And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,

When care is pressing you down a bit,

Rest, if you must, but don't you quit.

Life is queer with its twists and turns,

As every one of us sometimes learns,

And many a failure turns about,

When he might have won had he stuck it out;

Don't give up though the pace seems slow--

You may succeed with another blow.

Often the goal is nearer than,

It seems to a faint and faltering man,

Often the struggler has given up,

When he might have captured the victor's cup,

And he learned too late when the night slipped down,

How close he was to the golden crown.

Success is failure turned inside out--

The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,

And you never can tell how close you are,

It may be near when it seems so far,

So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit--

It's when things seem worst that you must not quit.

P.S this one is not mine, i read it somewhere, liked it and wanted to share!! Salute to whosoever has written it..!!

'GEET'

We miss You..

2011-06-14T11:49:00.000-07:00

We Miss You

You were carefree,

You never used to care

You were truthful

a trait so rare..

You were lively,

you had true friends.

You were mischievous,

there was life in every moment u spent.

You were innocent,

and so were your queries.

You were pampered,

you never worried about the worries.

We all miss you..

yes we do..oh dear Childhood..

we miss you so much,

for you were the best time of our life.

Song of the day: koi lauta de woh.. pyare pyare din..

'Geet'

A frozen dream..

2011-02-20T10:29:00.000-08:00

A Frozen Dream

Its not letting me sleep..

I am having sleepless nights!!!

Its not letting me rest..

I am having an internal fight!!!

I am so filled with it..

that sometimes it spills through the eyes!

I am so scared of losing it..

that i comfort myself with innocent lies!

yes I have a dream...

a frozen dream..in my eyes

I'll keep battling till the end..

and I won't let it die...!!

Song of d day: Khwaab ...jo tujhe jagayee..neende teri udaaye.. (london Dreams)

'Geet'

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Never say die...

2011-02-02T10:52:00.000-08:00

NEVER SAY DIE

I may be injured or bruised,

but I promise..all limitations i'll defy'

No matter how badly i am wounded..

I'll NEVER SAY DIE..

SONG OF THE DAY: Haan yehi rasta hai tera...(LAKSHYA)

'Geet'

I WISH I COULD FLY...

2010-11-20T04:23:00.000-08:00

I wish I could fly,

as hard as i could

as high as the limits of the sky

Oh! I wish I could...

I wish I could fly

and feel the endless blue,

for I want to touch the limits,

explored by just few!

I wish I could fly,

and discover a new space

A place full of love n happiness,

and pleasant n joyous days.

I wish I could fly,

and reach the God's inn

and bring the gifts of prosperity n equality,

for my kith n kin.

I wish I could fly,

over the seas and the oceans deep.

and collect all the calmness

for the humanity asleep.

I wish I could fly,

fly over the divided nations.

And make them realize that they're one

the supreme God's creation

I wish I could fly,

fly over the degraded humanity.

And protect it from

pride prejudice and vanity!

...i wish i could fly

as hard as i could...!!

song of the day...

'Geet'

....AND IT RAINED !!!

2010-06-28T12:53:00.000-07:00

....by the time I finished reading Neil Astely's Staying Alive...I found myself soaked in sweat from head to toe and that too when i was sitting perpendicular to the fan!!

I Looked out through my window and found the scorching sun shining brightly and proudly proclaiming his reign.There only, I saw a cute lil bird dipping her head time and again into the small earthen bowl of water which we usually place in our garden for the thirsty birds.The garden looked pretty low and annoyed as if his mom has denied him of his favourite candy! Every thing appeared rude, sad, exhausted and tired!!

The sadness of the whole scenario made me sad as well.While i was standing by my window(...my fav tympass) a feeble yet cool breeze peeped in through the window and helped my wet and well tied hair glide over my face!The very feel of hair on my face infused a sense of happiness in me as some celebration was about to begin. I could clearly notice the leaves colliding their heads with each other and moving ...as a class starts murmuring as soon as the teacher moves out of the class!!

Within no time, I could see the dark grey clouds all over the sky...The breeze grew stronger and now i had to use my hand to help my hair not to get entangled. " So......IS IT GOING TO RAIN?"I asked my self.The divine smell of soil when it drinks water after a hot dry day...began to tanquilize me confirming that it has already started raining!!!And the tip....tip....tip.....soon turned into cats n dogs,,,,,and YESSSS.... it Rained!!!!!

...I extended my hand out of my window to reach out to those condensed droplets which had left the earth due to the boiling mercury......OHHHHHH..!!!! whatt a feeling! I got so excited and carried away... that I removed my hair clip and went out to celebrate the rain out in the porch.The tiny droplets filled my soul with happiness and rejoice and I found my self drenched from head to toe...in holy n heavenly droplets of water!...Me n my garden...both took a sigh of relief,,from that scorching evening of JUNE!

song of the day...

'Geet' :)

The Unsung Hero...

2010-03-02T10:07:00.000-08:00

This is an attempt to bring to the notice of the fellow countrymen about the hero, who died unsung, Capt.Devinder Singh Jass!

The moment we hear the word HERO lately,only Sachin Tendulkar comes to our minds (for his recent feat of 200*in ODI). Most of us don't even realise that the moment we were all glued to our T.V sets, somebody was fighting the Kasabs (millitants) in Sopore so that another 26/11 or German bakery blasts could be prevented.The moment we were all praying for that one run, there was somebody who deserved these prayers more than anybody else! He promised his family,a colourful holi celebration but unfortunately could bring back only three colors, saffron white and green-the colors of martyrdom, wrapped around his body!

Nodoubt Sachin Tendulkar is an icon, for he wears a blue jersey with INDIA inscribed on it, but for me Capt. Singh was the real hero for he died so that INDIA could flourish.With due respect to our ICON, I pay my homage to THE UNSUNG HERO for he sacrificed his life for you, me and all of us. May his holy soul rest in peace!

Today i am reminded of the lines,"kuch yaad unhe bhi kar lo.... jo laut k ghar na aaye..."

song of the day-

'Geet'

The Solitaire Diamond..

2010-02-22T08:43:00.000-08:00

Well...this story is a product of my boring management class!

It is just an arrangement of some english words to give a shape to my random thoughts...

so jusst... a jot of thoughts! For those who don't know..A Solitaire Diamond is a
single diamond set alone...(in jewellery)! Dekhte hain ye diamond kyaa kehta hai...

A Solitaire, so bright and clear,

every woman's charm,every girl's dear,

Once came to me and looked pretty low!

Amazed at what i saw, for the reason i wanted to know!

I asked the sparkling beauty,

" wat happened dear?"and took pity!

U're so beautiful and clear,

but today u look so sad and in despair!

Cried the solitaire,"I am so lonely!"

I am envied by all,alone i stand in dis whole wide world,

and feel no more happy to enthrall!

"I am fed up of dis celebration,

for i have nobody to share!

I hate those envious eyes,

and i am hurt by that ugly stare!"

"The cuts that make me special,

are the wounds that aren't easy to heal.

They were all mercilessly carved over my body,

for it is a pain nobody else can feel!"

I was stunned and could not utter a word,

as the lonliness behind the glamour was revealed!

Seriously, I could not believe my ears,

For now I knew about a solitaire's fears!

A Solitaire so bright and clear,

Every woman's dream,every girls dear!

song of the day - I am lonely without u!

'Geet'

Hope...

2010-02-21T05:01:00.000-08:00

This one of my favourite poems written by me..way back... in school (i guess), but it still motivates me whenever m low or I am not sure of what I am doing!

Whenever you are in the deepest despair,

there z no one to care nd no reason to cheer.

Look into ur heart,

a golden sunbeam lies hidden there.

She says that the darkest cloud can be enlightened,

and a pallid face can be brightened.

She iz hope my dear,

she can bring the dawn.

So do not let go off hope..b'coz

Hope gives u the strength to... go on!

Song of d day- Only hope...(A walk to remember)

'Geet'

Teaching z so much fun!

2010-02-02T04:34:00.000-08:00

Its been 11 days now that I am practicing the profession of teaching,in fact learning to teach! Before dis training period like anyother overconfident idiot I also used to think that teaching is the easiest of all professions! But to my surprise(infact shock)it takes a lot to be a gr8 teacher!Preparing a lesson and den delivering it infront of some unintrested individuals takes hell out of u!

Standing on d dais nd delivering a lecture in front of students who r more den unintrested in listening,motivating them towards the topic nd keeping them awake for 40 minutes is quite a job!

I have seen people crying,trembling and fumbling on the dais during this period.But I am thank ful to God that my training period has been one of the finest experiences of my life.

The words of praise from my supervisor(who z considered as a very strict supervisor) and my colleagues inspire me evryday.Seriously I never knew that teaching Verbs, nouns, solar systems, plants nd animals was so interesting nd challenging as well! To me teaching has becom a passion,i have started enjoying the process and I m waiting for the macro training where I would be dealing wid the real students!

Now I can proudly call myself a Master jee(as chatur of 3 IDIOTs used to call Rancho).Four more days to go....and den this lovely experience will cum to an end! At dis point of tym I would like to thank nd pay my sincere gratitude towards all my teachers nd would like to apologise to teachers jinko tang kiyaa!

song of d day....Thats d way it is..(Celine Dion)!

'Geet'

Who loves us more-mom or dad?

2009-10-19T11:54:00.000-07:00

Gud evening..

......... back wid another story! Ammmm......... i guess i've becum a storyteller writing these blogs...nevermind......here it goes..

It was a rainy day in August 2008,i was standing near the window of my class room,which faces the road.The animals (my classmates) were shouting and running after each other.I could hear all the ho hallah,but probably i was feeling a li'l low so i didn't react...and kept gazing the busy road.

There is a small play way school on the back side of my department, so most of the time one can see parents with their kids passing thru the road,.... and yes we get to hear all the nursery rhymes wich these blooming buds keep enchanting all the time...machhli jal ki raani..... All types of moods and faces c'd be read from that window! There I saw a middle aged man with his son,the father was takin the kid to the school.Since it was rainy day so a lot of mud and water had spilled all over the road. The father held his son's hand tightly ,took his bag,bottle and tiffin in the other hand and guided him to the other end of the road.I was pleased to see this.

Few minutes later a mother- son duo passed from the same piece of road,the mother noticed the muddy water, she stopped there for a moment and so did my heartbeat as i was dying to see a mother's reaction to the same problem. Par maa to maa hoti hai...she took the son in her lap and crossed the road. I was stunned to see this.

A nonsense question arose in my very tiny brain as soon as i saw the series of events...Who loves the child more ?Is it the mother who tried to protect her child from all the problems ,or is it the father who held his son firmly during the time of trouble?

Anyhow the lecture started,and obviously i was not listening coz i was still looking for the answer to the question my master brain had put to me!I analyzed the whole situation and some other real life incidents and came to the conclusion.....

..........most of the people after reading this(if at all it gets some readers..:P) would definitely jump to the conclusion favoring the mother. But to me it was an experience of life tym....a mother ,very protective abt her child,tries to protect her child from every problem. She prefers to face the problems herself and so did the mother in the story! But not to forget the father ,he was the one who stood by his son during the time of crisis,shared his burden(bag, bottle) and most importantly taught his son hw to face the problem!

so my tiny miny brain listen care fully.......both the parents love the child equally but in different ways,mother shows it but father doesn't,a mother loves the kid blindly but the father's love is more practical!

so,,,,,,,,, can not be compared!

what say???

song of the day- Taare zameen par...(Taare zameen par)

'Geet'

No legacy is so rich as........Honesty

2009-09-26T21:42:00.000-07:00

Good Morning

Well.... the last post was a pretty serious one..so today m goin to keep it li'l lighter.Today i'll be narratting a small incident that took place fw months back.

It was a perspiring thursday of May 2009.I was fasting as usual and was travelling back home in a bus...that is even more usual.There only,something unusual happened that touched my heart!

Me n my friend were sittin in a local bus,as we reached our station,we all got up to get out of the bus.Soon a man of 40-45 yrs, sitting behind us found a cell phone lying in the bus.He picked it up and asked for the owner,since it was not ours so we got out of the bus and started walking.But everyone in the bus thot that the cell was ours so they set out to look for those two college girls(both of us).Actually the mobile was lying very close to the seat where we wer sitting so they might have thot so!

As we wer walking,a man of 30-35 ys came up to us and enquired if the cell was ours,we wer a bit surprised. Anyhow we told him that it was not ours and started walking.Soon another man of 50-55yrs came up(panting heavily).."Bachhiyo woh mobile aapka to nahi?",he enquired.We wer so touched by the gesture and told him it was not ours....he added,"mera farzz tha puuchhna....pata nahi kis ka hoga".

We felt so happy and touched and proud at the same tym.But to our surprise this was not the end....another uncle came up...running....and saying.... beta ruko ruko.....[we knew why :)]! Before he could ask somthing..we replied...."Nahin uncle jee.. wo mobile hamara nahi hai..!!".

We could not stop smiling.

In today's world where we are forced to say that ,'Honesty is the second best policy'.... incidents like dis really make me feel that...okk.. Abhi umeed baaki hai.And not only honesty but humanity...becoz then the mobile was then handed over to the 'lost and found' incharge of the bus stand.

...............This one incident made me feel so happy and proud of my fellow citizens(the Akhnoorites) and reminded me of the lines quoted by Shakespeare...

No legacy is so rich...... as... honesty!

Very few things can actually move me,but this one really did! I hope the actual owner gets the mobile phone.

Song of the day - Yeh honsla....[Dor]

Geet :)

The Deprived Angels....

2009-09-25T21:43:00.000-07:00

Two angels in blue and pink,in the midst of the cloudy sky,

were dancing and singing full of joy,

soon one of them looked down,and noticed the gloomy faces with frown,

The other angel too gave away a gaze,

they could not help..but amaze,

Soon a voice shook their soul,they looked for the source,

It was a bluish pink naked body

A 'baby girl' liked by nobody...

Their doubts got cleared....it was what they feared...!

Soon one of the angels shed a tear...

The other asked,"what happened my dear?"

She replied,"I took birth as a girl,so pure and beautiful as a pearl."

My father wanted a 'son'...so he stopped my breath...

and this is how i met with death..

"u were lucky" said the other angel as she was killed in her mom's womb

.....the holy lap of her mother turned into her tomb..

They both looked at each other and the newly arrived guest...and blessed her with all the happiness and fest......

They prayed to God to bless the child with a life of security,prosperity and protection from the merciless knife..

...if at all she was not deprived of a life!

the two deprived angels.......in the midst of cloudy sky...

P.S:- Please pardon my poor poetic temperament....go by the feel.These lines came out as a result of the alarming rate of female foeticide in India!

song of d day- Dil Hai Chotta sa,Chotti si aasha...[ROJA]

Good day

'Geet'

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Alvida...

2009-09-25T10:30:00.000-07:00

wat a start....

M starting a new chapter of my life wid an 'alvida'.
I'll be known as a post graduate in a few days tym...it is quite a reason to be happy and no doubts on dat....m happy.But the moment, i look back...to the day I entered the university...hmmmm 13th september 2007,a series of events,a flashback of memories..and a journey of lyftym..blurres my vision.The span of two years spent in university was one of the most memorable tym of my lyf after schooling...

m gonna miss my tym in univ for sure...specially my frenss!!

ending here only...wid a song dedication to all my buddies....
Song of d day-Tym of ur lyf (GREENDAY)

bbye gd nyt..:)

"geet"