Learning To Fly

noreply@blogger.com (Ravish) — Fri, 09 May 2008 18:26:00 +0000

Change Is Good

I am moving my blog to Wordpress. Please find below the link

http://utkarsha.wordpress.com/

Cheers!!

noreply@blogger.com (Ravish) — Mon, 05 May 2008 15:10:00 +0000

Life is a game

You win,
You lose,
Sometimes close,
Sometimes you touch and go,

Life is a game,
And there are no ties.

Don't want to win,
Don't want to lose,
Unable to decide,
You wish for a tie,

Life is a game,
And there are no ties.

So,play the game,
not to win,
not to lose,
Play your part,
think once who is against,
life doesn't give choices,
Either zero or a one,
What you want,
What is right,
You have to decide,

Life is a game,
And there are no ties.

Cheers!!

noreply@blogger.com (Ravish) — Wed, 16 Apr 2008 06:41:00 +0000

Keep Smiling...Please

When you walk down a lonely road,
And you don't find anybody around,
Talk to yourself,
Talk to the leaf that sings with the wind,
Talk to the bird that is looking at you,
The nightingale might want to tell you,
That the weather is great,
Listen to the music of nature,
Enjoy yourself,
And,
Keep Smiling Please...

When you are in the crowd,
Suffocation, space crunch,
Everybody around looking for a grab,
Just look above,
See the sky above,
The vast blue expanse,
is free for you to fly,
So, close your eyes,
Try to fly,
And,
Keep Smiling Please...

When you have many questions,
The answers to some of them unknown,
and what you know makes it hard to accept the answers for some,
Just put on your running shoes,
Run...Run..Run...
Leave the questions behind,
When you are tired,
Stop under a shade,
Open the bottle of water,
Say Cheers to God,
And,
Keep Smiling Please.

When you want to tell something,
And you don't find an ear,
Go to the terrace,
Speak your heart,
In the end,
Give thanks to the unknown,
Wipe the sweat from your face,
Feel free,
And,
Keep Smiling Please...

Cheers!!

noreply@blogger.com (Ravish) — Sat, 12 Apr 2008 19:52:00 +0000

Return to Innocence

Just thought of dedicating a song to each year of my life. The title of this post clearly indicates that I want to go in reverse order. So, here it goes.

26:
Life is short
So learn from your mistakes
And stand behind
The choices that you make
- The Answer Lies Within by Dream Theatre

25:
Hey baby! jee lene de is pal ko!

24:
Take it easy!
- Eagles

23:
Milegi Milegi Manzil.
- Lucky Ali

22:
Choti Si Asha!
- Roza

21
Breaking The Habit
-Linkin Park

20
Don’t give in without a fight!
- Hey You by Pink Floyd

19
Aa dekhe Jara Kisme Kitna Hai Dum!
- I won a bet in this year. One of the biggest win I ever had.

18
Ae Saala Abhi Abhi Hua Yakin Ki Aag hai Mujhme Kahin
- IIT JEE Conquered.

17
High Hopes!
- Pink Floyd

16
Lambi hai gam ki shaam par shaam hi to hai.
- Was down with one of the things I had been carrying along with me for the last 16 years. When the dreams start taking shape and suddenly that shape disappears, your heart sinks. That one year made me realize how much does everybody love me.

15
Dheel de bhaiya dheel de!
- Was Krazzy about kites. Wasted most of my class eleventh running after the sheet of paper that paints a different color on the blue canvas.

14
Learning To Fly!
-Pink Floyd

13
Crazy Babies Never Say Die!
-Ozzy Osbourne.

12
Never Know Why We Rock Rock Rock
-Ozzy Osbourne

11
Insatiable
- Darren Hayes

10
Secret Loser
- Ozzy Osbourne.

9
I just want you.
- Ozzy Osbourne
- Lost touch with one of my dear friends.

8
Can I play with madness?
- Iron Maiden

7-6-5-4-3-2-1
Mera Jahaan.
- Taare Zameen Par

Zero
Return To Innocence.
-Enigma

noreply@blogger.com (Ravish) — Wed, 09 Apr 2008 09:31:00 +0000

I Quit

I am tired,
Nothing else really makes me so preoccupied,
So, I quit.

I've been talking incessantly,
Now, I am at loss of words,
So, I quit.

I've no control on somethings,
But, I know there are other things to attend,
So, I quit.

I care from the deep in my heart,
But, that is unnecessary and unimportant,
So, I quit.

I have been losing myself,
Now, I want to hold myself for a while,
So, I quit.

I have been losing my self esteem,
But, the juice is not worth the squeeze,
So, I quit.

I have been trying to become what I am not,
But, now I want to be more like me,
So, I quit.

It will be difficult to breathe,
But, this is the only choice left,
So, I quit.

Cheers!!

noreply@blogger.com (Ravish) — Sat, 05 Apr 2008 19:20:00 +0000

Sixth Element

Like the pole star never moves,
While the others do,
You don't move from my heart,
While all the other things do.

Like the peacock dances,
When the rain claps with earth,
My heart too starts dancing,
When I listen to your giggles.

Like the pain goes away,
When one takes an aspirin,
It takes all my pain away,
When I see you smilin'.

Like a drunkard looses control,
When he takes alcohol,
I too loose control,
When I remember you and can't find you all around.

Like one wonders to see many images,
When he hallucinates,
I wonder how everybody,
Looks exactly like you.

Like all living beings need,
Five elements to live,
I need six elements,
One of which is you.

Cheers!!

noreply@blogger.com (Ravish) — Fri, 28 Mar 2008 18:11:00 +0000

Mine

I thought,
I would forget,
But,I could not,
I am still trying hard,
To make it a forgotten past,
But, when I lie down on my bed,
When I try to sleep and relax,
It ignites my dark mind like a candle of wax,
The flame lights my inside,
Then I feel her sitting on the chair lying beside,
I hold her hand,
She smiles and looks at my face,
That one smile gives me the solace,
The next wink and the night takes the bow,
And princess of light comes with a rainbow,
Everything looks fine,
But, I always miss something mine,
Something which in my memories always shines,
I know, one day it will be mine...

Cheers!!!

noreply@blogger.com (Ravish) — Thu, 27 Mar 2008 10:50:00 +0000

Bhang Ka Rang

Being someone from IT BHU, it relates me to the rich culture of Varanasi (also known as Banaras). Be it the Ghats or the Lassi or the Sankatmochan or the Dhrupad or the chats at Godaulia or the Mahashivaratri or the Thandai with a tinge of Bhang, I can feel it. I close my eyes and I can taste it once again. I close my eyes and I can remember how people behaved or it would be better to say how people reacted when they had Bhang.

I was residing in Morvi Hostel in those days. It was late in the evening. The twilight was fading away. Suddenly, I heard somebody’s cries for help. I ran in direction of the sound and then I saw a crowd in front of a room. A M. Tech student used to live in that room. A closer look revealed that the resident of that room had taken bhang and now he was feeling as if he’s gonna fly. I went inside the room to have a closer look. The guy was holding the bed as tightly as possible. He was sending SOS signal directly to the god, “Mahadev…Bacha lo aj. Main uda ja raha hoon. Main marne wala hoon…Bacha lo Aj..(Oh Lord Shiva! Save me. I am flying. I am gonna die. Save me. Please save me.) ”. It went on and on until he finally slept.

One more incident I can remember when I saw somebody carrying his track pant in his hands, making cyclic rounds in his room and crooning his original song, ”Ab main ise pehnoonga…Ab mai ise pehnoonga….Ab main ise pehnonga…” He kept making rounds inside his room and we kept laughing madly at him. I didn’t have a handy cam otherwise I would have not missed the opportunity to direct a chartbuster.

The date was 4th august 2003. I was in the final year. I had an offer from Infosys. Almost all the boys in my gang had an offer by that fateful day. So, it was the time for celebrations. We went to Godauliya. It was 1’O clock in the night. All the shops were closed. One of the Thandai shops was about to close when we ran to the shop and asked for a couple of glasses of Thandai. When the shopkeeper asked if he should mix Bhang with the Thandai, everybody looked askance at each other and a loud acknowledgement came in unison. After drinking Thandai we went to Dashashwamegh Ghat. We found a suitable place for us on the stairs. After some time, Bhang’s affect was quite obvious on each and everyone who chose to mix the bhang. One of my friends was continuously climbing stairs up and down, down and up, up and down…He kept saying, “I am in control.” But, actually he had lost the control on himself. One of them felt as if he’s going to fall even when he was lying on a flat surface. He end up sitting in my lap while coming back to hostel. One of my friends was bitten by mosquito. He kept slapping that part of the body where the mosquito took a sip of his blood. It was fun.

I devote this poem to all the guys who were together at Dashashwamegh Ghat on 4th Aug 2003.

“Bhang ke rang main doob gaye sab,
Yaad nahi raha ki kaun hai ab,
Zameen pe tar kheeche laye,
Dekhte hi dekhte chand ki saer kar aye hum,
Panchi ki tarah udne lage sab,
Pankhon ki to jarorat nahi ab,
Chand alankar sab seekh gaye ab,
Shero shayri kehne lage sab,
Waah waah bhhi kuch aisi thi,
Na khatam hone wali goonj jaisi thi,
Kuch bas haste hi rahe,
Kuch ka man rone main laga,
Kuch ko laga ki who gir padenge,
Kuch ne unhe sambhal lia,
Bas kuch aisi hi wo raat thi
Bas kuch aisi hi wo raat thi”

I remember many more incidents but I am not writing a book. So, I stop here।

Cheers!!

noreply@blogger.com (Ravish) — Thu, 20 Mar 2008 09:54:00 +0000

The Time is Right

The time is right,
When the sun shines bright,
The heat can cause a retreat,
It can roast your feet,
But, oh my dear! Don't quit,
'cause if you persist,
You will find the pride.

The time is right,
When the lightening strikes,
The clouds come shooting at you,
Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap!
They make everything wet,
But, oh my dear! Don't run for a shelter,
'Coz if you persist,
You will win your fear and they will call you a brave heart.

The time is right,
When it is a cold winter night,
When someone close gives you the last kiss and says goodbye,
Emotions will erupt,
They will try to burst,
But, Oh my dear! hold on for a few minutes,
'Coz, if you managed to last,
You will learn to fight against yourself at last.

The time is right,
When the leaves fall down to the ground,
When the flowers don't bloom,
When you do not find the droplet of water on the petals in the mornings,
You will want to close your eyes,
But, Oh my dear! Keep your eyes open,
'Coz, if you persist,
You will see the spring coming into the sight.

I believe that,
Every weather is right,
To rage a fight,
So, my dear, Don't retreat,
Coz, if you persist,
You will become a warrior so great,
Nothing will dare to stand against.

Cheers!!!

noreply@blogger.com (Ravish) — Sun, 16 Mar 2008 18:23:00 +0000

Ye Dil Mange More…

When we have something we crave for something better. When I had a bicycle, I wanted to ride a bike; when I had one kite, it ran to get another one; when I got a job, I craved for the one that pays more and now I think a job cannot quench my thirst; when I had Reynolds, I wanted a Parker. This is human nature. It never stops.

Lately, I have been trying to stop myself from asking the god why some things are happening to me. Why do I make plans, dream about them and then cannot give them the shape I once visualized for them. Now, I don’t want to ask for more from the god; Now, I never want to lie; Now, I don’t want to recede when it comes to protecting my beliefs; Now, I don’t want to keep quiet when my voice should be heard; Now, I don’t want to have any damn expectation from anyone; Now, I don’t want to let anyone trespass into my life; Now, I want to live for the love of my life; Now, I want to chase my dreams irrespective of whatever it takes; Now, I want to be close to my subconscious; Now, I don’t want to prove anything to others; Now, I am against myself; Now, I want to see who wins.

Ye dil mange more. I will feed it until it stops asking for more. I ain’t gonna stop. I ain’t gonna stop. I ain’t gonna stop……..

Cheers!!

noreply@blogger.com (Ravish) — Sun, 09 Mar 2008 19:36:00 +0000

Train Ka Safar hai Ye Kaisa SUFFER

Utkarsha was a shy guy. But, his friends were not shy at all. Even when they were in college they fell in ‘Love’ or it would be better to say that they used to get attracted to many girls simultaneously. As they say that the desires increase as they are fed, his friends didn’t hesitate to an extra mile for getting their latest crush convinced that she’s the one they born for. Utkarsha also had the same feelings; he too used to get attracted to different girls every now and then. But, he never said anything to anybody because he always knew that this world is cruel and his friends were crueler.

On a fine sunny, bright, moist day, one of his friends came to him. He was wearing an ear to ear smile and it’s a fact that a boy will give such a wide grin to another boy if and only if his orientations are not straight or he wants a favor from him. Being a traditional Indian Utkarsha grew up believing that no Indian boy would be disoriented. So, it was a silent request for a favor. He asked Utkarsha if he was going home. Upon Utkarsha’s positive acknowledgment, he went ahead and asked if Utkarsha could travel with a girl. He told Utkarsha that he planned to go with her earlier but due to some unfavorable circumstance he couldn’t give company to the ‘girl’. Utkarsha knew the girl because she was from the same batch as Utkarsha and his smiling friend were. He agreed. He was happy, excited ….etc but he didn’t let his feelings come to his face. His friend was not smiling now. Suddenly, he was smiling again. Utkarsha asked if he wants to tell anything else. Then his friend asked him to talk about him and take her views about him during the journey.

Finally, they day came when both of them had to travel to the same destination. Both bole to Utkarsha and ‘Her’. There was another girl who gave them company for sometime. After she stepped down, a void was created between ‘Him’ and ‘Her’. Please refer to the figure below for clearer picture.

|Auto Driver|
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|Him|*Void*| Her|

Utkarsha wanted to fill this void and he finally filled it with his bag. Please refer to the figure below for clearer picture

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|Him|*Bag*| Her|

Both were silent. Both of them started speaking together and then stopped together. There was a lot of traffic and the noise level was deafening but silence was being heard. Then the jinx was broken.

“Do you go to home often”, she asked.
“Quite frequently. Will let you know when I plan for the next trip”, Utkarsha replied.
[Pause]
Utkarsha was going a bit fast. He thought to start the conversation again. He started and this time the silence was unheard. They were late. They couldn’t get the tickets. But, they had to go so they boarded the train. Earlier they were sitting alone, face to face. Please see the figure below.
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|She--- Him|
|-------------|
|-------------|

|------------ |
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But a lot of goddamn juniors were traveling on that fateful day. Most of them knew her. After some time the seating arrangement as seen from the top was as following

===========================================
|She ---Jun|
|Jun --- Jun|
|Jun --- Him|

| -----------|
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After some more time,

===========================================
|She ---Jun|
|Jun --- Jun|
|Jun --- Jun|

| -----------|---------------------------- | Him @ the exit|
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Utkarsha was frustrated and devastated. He felt like kicking all the juniors out of the coach but he couldn’t do anything besides smiling at them when they came into his line of sight. The journey was completed. He was disappointed that he couldn’t even talk to her. But, the damage was done and damage can only be created and cannot be destroyed. Utkarsha had started liking her or it would be better to say that he had got crush on her.

Days passed and Utkarsha was back to the campus. As soon as he reached his room his friend came smiling to him.
“So, how was the trip?” he asked.
“Rocking.” Utkarsha winked.
“So, did you talk about me?” He asked again.
“Yes, I talked a lot about you. I kept talking about you. I told her everything about you.”, Utkarsha winked again.
“What? Everything!” He was a bit worried now.
“I mean all the good things”, Utkarsha grinned.
“So, how did you find her?” He asked.
“She is a good girl. Who aisi waisi bandi nahi hai”, Utkarsha eyes glittered.
“Ohhh…Tu Lakshman ban ke gaya tha aur Ravan banker wapis aaya. Mujhe tujhse ye asha nahi thi. ” he was laughing now.

Utkarsha understood he has caused himself a great trouble which will keep troubling him until eternity. Next day, the news was in the air. Anybody in the line of sight of Utkarsha asked him “Wo kaisi ladki hai?”

Utkarsha never traveled with a girl again.

noreply@blogger.com (Ravish) — Sun, 02 Mar 2008 12:46:00 +0000

Kal Bhi..Aj Bhi..Tum Hi

One day while watching Padosan (an old Hindi movie) Utkarsha realized that he has also crossed twenty five year age threshold set by the Vedas for getting into a relationship with someone special.

The hunt for the ‘One’ had started. But, when the search for the one starts the standards are high and the beauty quotient takes a back seat. What he was looking for was a girl who was simple, sweet, caring, bubbly etc and beautiful [Phew]. He had been trying to find out these qualities in every girl he was in touch with or he luckily gets to talk with. One day he realized that he knows someone who has all the qualities. He went straight to her and said, “I am rich. Marry me”.

“I have read it somewhere. Probably, on one of your t shirts. Why the heck would I go with you?” She replied.

“You will meet many guys like me but I ain’t gonna meet anyone like you”, Utkarsha said.

“I have read it somewhere. Yeah, now I remember. Narayanamurthy proposed Sudha Murthy in a similar way. I am not convinced”, She said again.

“When I wake up I see your face, when I sleep I see your face. What should I do? I can’t help it?” Utkarsha said with a hope in his eyes.

“Your problem. Many people tell me the same things every now n then.” She snapped.

The infatuation was now turning into madness. He felt as if he won’t enjoy his life again if she doesn’t accept. He forgot that these things happen often and one should be able to control himself.

“What should I do to convince you that I love you?” Utkarsha asked.

“Nothing”, quick reply came from her.

“Do you see Hindi movies? I mean emotional Hindi movies.” Utkarsha asked.

“Yes, of course.” She replied.

“So you must have seen actresses assuming the actor as their husband. Similarly, I have also assumed you as my prospective bride.” Utkarsha said again.

“Ha Ha Ha Ha. Which temple did you go to?” She asked.

“Bajrang Bali Ke”, Utkarsha replied.

She fell down laughing.

“So, you are ready. Right?” , Utkarsha giggled.

“Excuse me.” She said.

“You are ready to be my would-be bride and a girl friend as of now” Utkarsha clarified.

“No. What made you feel so?” She said (still laughing).
“Do you want me to become another bachelor prime minister of India who writes poems?” Utkarsha said.
“I would love to see you as a prime minister but a bachelor prime minister who also writes poem will be a treat”, she winked.
“Ok. I will meet you after 50 years with all my poems which I will write in your memories.” Utkarsha said loudly.

“Sure.” She said.

One year passed…
Second year passed…
……………………..
……………………..
Fifty years passed.

The breeze was cold. Utkarsha was holding a sheet of paper. A sudden gust of wind snatched the paper from his hand. He started running after the flying paper but he suddenly stopped.

“Khwabon main,
Khayalon main,
Din main,
Raat main,
Pal Pal main,
Pani main,
Dharti main,
Akash main
Baadalon main,
Chand main,
Suraj main
Asha main,
Nirasha main,
Tum hi tum dikhti ho.

Kal bhi tum hi thi,
Aj bhi tum hi ho,
Bhula nahi paaya,
Samay bhi teri yadon ko,
Aj bhi teri muskaan ko sochkar,
Hum has lia karte hai,
Na main devdas bana,
Na hi devidas,
Manzilein paayi hai maine,
Jo soch rakhi thi,
Har kahani poori ki maine,
Par reh gayi ek adhoori kahani,
Jisme keval tum hi rahi aur tum hi rahogi,
Kal Bhi
Aj bhi….”

She read it aloud.
“You still look beautiful.” Utkarsha said.
“Kahan…I have grown old.” She blushed.
“So, did you marry?” She asked.
“No. I told you that I assumed someone as my …” Utkarsha said.

She was walking towards Utkarsha when she slipped and fell into his arms. Suddenly, the famous song from Andhi (Tum Aa gaye ho..Noor Aa gaya hai...featuring Sanjeev kumar and Suchitra Sen) started playing.

Utkarsha felt as if something dry had gone wet. Please don’t speculate much. It was Utkarsha’s roommate who had just poured a bucket of water on Utkarsha’s face to wake him up.

Utkarsha was awake. He asked his roommate, “Abe kitna aacha sapna dekh raha. Budhape main ishq lada raha tha"

His friend poured another bucket of water on him"Ab jaag Jaa".

noreply@blogger.com (Ravish) — Sat, 23 Feb 2008 13:42:00 +0000

Life as I see it

Alone,
Me with myself,
Speculating.

Lost,
can't comprehend anything,
thinking about you again.

Awake,
Lying in the bed,
Fighting with the subconscious.

Asleep,
After a long time,
The fight is won.

Smiling,
Nobody's around,
The memory remains.

Angry,
Missed it again,
Efforts wasted.

Inspired,
To get to the target,
Will win again.

Sad,
Something shouldn't have happened,
Nobody controls the future.

Excited,
Walking fast on the crowded street,
Good news in the offing.

Happy,
Something is special,
I am loving it.

No,
She said once again,
But, still waiting for the yes.

Yes,
Might not fall on my ears,
But, I never lose hope.

Dreams,
Reflections of my inner self,
Will fight for them.

Tried,
Again and Again,
I never give up.

Life,
Moves on,
Me in sync with it.

noreply@blogger.com (Ravish) — Fri, 22 Feb 2008 11:17:00 +0000

Free

In the middle of sea,
I was about to drown,
I was struggling,
to balance on a raft,
N then noticed me,
Someone from a boat,
Looked like he was my savior,
But He was a predator,
He saved me from the water,
But, was there anybody,
to save me from his wrath,
I was in the middle of the sea,
Free to drown,
But now I was in the prison,
Bound to live,
N now I was thinking,
How better it was to die freely,
Than to live with bounds,
One day,He came rushing to me,
With a sword,
I could not move,
I thought the time to be free had come,
A full swing,
it did hurt,
I did bleed,
but then i was free,
Free to fly,
Free to live..........

noreply@blogger.com (Ravish) — Tue, 19 Feb 2008 07:29:00 +0000

Hello Motto

Utkarsha had been busy for quite sometime. He was bored of what he was doing. He was not interested but he had been doing it for the heck of it. He was sitting alone on the terrace watching the twinkling stars and the shining moon. The breeze was caressing his face and hairs. He didn’t want to think about what had been happening or what had happened to him. He didn’t want to think about the past; he didn’t want to plan for future; he wanted to enjoy the present; he wanted to celebrate the present. He switched on his I-Pod. The starry night, the shining moon; the breeze and the music, everything looked prefect. Utkarsha could not stop himself from sleeping although he wanted to be awake for the whole night.

In his dreams, he found himself standing in the middle of a road. He had never been to this place before. He thought of reaching to some familiar place. He chose a direction after some calculations. As he started walking, he noticed an old man hammering the floor inside the premise of his house. He went close to him. He was completely immersed in what he was doing. Utkarsha said, “You look tired. Do you not find this job boring?” The old main replied, “No, I do not find this work boring. I don’t find it tiring because I will plant flowers after breaking this concrete floor. I will give life to this place. What do you do?” Utkarsha didn’t reply. He moved ahead thinking about the motive of his life.

The he saw his girlfriend with another guy. He felt as if he would die immediately. But, then he noticed the smile on her face. The way she was speaking; the way her lips were moving; he couldn’t figure out what she was telling to the guy with her but she was happy. He smiled at her and she returned the favor. They greeted each other. Utkarsha moved forward. Suddenly, he noticed his parents. They had come to the market for some regular shopping. Utkarsha didn’t go close to them. He kept watching them. Then his brother and sister joined his parents. He thought that they are the most lovable people he has with him. He started walking again thinking that love is something which inspires to live. You don’t expect anything in return but you can sacrifice everything for it.

He was so preoccupied with his thoughts that he didn’t realize that he was standing in the middle of the road. A huge truck came running and crushed Utkarsha under its enormous weight. He was dead.

Utkarsha was awake. His heartbeat was running at the highest speed. The sun was shining. Utkarsha thought that why we waste our life in doing what we don’t love. Just for a better life; just for some more money. The life is so unpredictable. So, why not do what we love, why not smile and bring smile to the faces of people we love. At least, it will keep you happy for today and nobody has seen tomorrow. He stood up and said to himself, “Hello MOTTO”.

Cheers!!

noreply@blogger.com (Ravish) — Wed, 13 Feb 2008 11:21:00 +0000

Yet Another Story

Like the sun rises every day and sets on the same day; like the Monday comes after every seven days; like a new year starts after every 365 days normally and after 366 days if it’s a leap year; like the age increases after every 365 days normally and after 366 days if it’s a leap year; Valentine days has come again. Being a human who has passed 26 years in this beautiful world, it becomes my responsibility to tell a story about a boy who started wearing fluorescent green t-shirt at some point of time which belonged to the valentine day and ended up wearing a fluorescent red T-shirt at some point of time which also belonged to the valentine day.

But, I must tell you at this point of time which does not belong the valentine day that he wore green because he was single and looking and he wore red because he was still single but not looking. People with 'fragile' hearts please don’t stop reading this because it is not the story which says a single word about a heart break but tells that if you fall for someone, it doesn’t matter she/he doesn’t share the same interest with you.

They were good friends. Anurag and Anumeha were just good friends. None of them realized that they liked each other. They would meet everyday and talk about the things; they would take each other’s advice; they would tell each other about their latest crush; they would ask each other about the things they should do and what shouldn’t; they would play pranks with each other.

Anurag had got a crush on a girl whom he had not really seen but her pictures on the internet looked really beautiful. After all beauty is the first thing guys fall for. He tried to contact her but as expected she was not interested and Anurag himself couldn’t give any convincing reasons to himself. Then he told his feelings to Anumeha. He though Anumeha might help him in approaching her. Anumeha tried to help her and during one these discussions Anurag realized that he likes Anumeha. Crushes happen but he can’t even sleep well if he doesn’t talk to Anumeha; the first thought which comes to his mind when he wakes up in the morning was about Anumeha.

On a bright and sunny day he told Anumeha that he likes her. She couldn’t believe him that he was telling her the truth. He kept trying to convince her but he failed. Then he thought that one day she would also realize it. They did meet everyday; they did talk as they used to do; Anurag loved her as he used to. He still likes her but he knows that that feelings can be one sided also and one should cherish this feeling. Every valentine's day he would give her a red rose and ask her to be his valentine. He had been doing this for the last three years. But, this is a leap year. In a leap year, the girl has to gift the flowers to the boy. Let’s see what happens……

Cheers!!!

noreply@blogger.com (Ravish) — Tue, 12 Feb 2008 10:14:00 +0000

Life on a fast track

When I was a kid I lived every moment more than I wanted to. That was the time when I did wait for the next moment because I had enough for the current moment. But, now I always fall short of time in a moment. Life is running at a speed not enough to reach the next station at the right time. I am not done with the current moment and the next moment comes and it keeps coming. I keep struggling. I keep fighting.

On the last day of every year, I feel like a new life is going to start from the next day. But, nothing changes. We celebrate and it passes by. Second by second; minute by minute; day by day, time runs away from me and I keep running behind it with a hope that I will have enough time in the next moment.

Plans, dreams, aspirations,
Some come true,
Some left behind,
Left behind but not forgotten,
Still in my mind,
The memory remains,
Memories sweet ‘n’ sour,
Of what I got,
Of what I lost,
One by one weeks and months pass by,
I don’t find time,
To celebrate for some more time,
To repent again for the lost time,
Every now and then,
I live a moment,
With a sense of Déjà vu,
‘Coz the memory is still afresh,
With the events happened long back,
Suddenly I realize,
I am running out of time,
Then I gear up,
To chase,
THE LIFE ON A FAST TRACK

Cheers!!

noreply@blogger.com (Ravish) — Fri, 08 Feb 2008 10:11:00 +0000

Thunder—Struckkk

Passing by that lonely street,
I noticed a girl very sweet,
It was raining heavily,
But, she was dancing freely,
Splashing the water,
Here and there,
Droplets on her cheeks,
Droplets on her hairs,
Some were about to drop,
Some were tracing the path,
The lightning struck,
Reflected from her glittering eyes,
Mixed with the thousand watt smile,
Hit me right into my heart,
‘N’ I was thunderstruck….

Cheers!!!

noreply@blogger.com (Ravish) — Wed, 06 Feb 2008 09:02:00 +0000

2 hours…15 Kms….Avg Speed=?

Some people spend extra hours in traveling from once place to other everyday. The journey might be for the daily bread or to meet someone or to attend a business meeting etcetera. This mundane journey becomes pretty exciting when 'people of interest' meet on the way. It becomes even more exciting when a boy meets a girl. Now, it becomes inevitable to declare that I am not going to write the review of 'Jab We Met' released already. This is the story shot three years back in a bus. The journey lasted for 2 hours because the distance to be traveled was quite less.

Utkarsha was sitting alone on a seat which could accommodate two persons easily. Two people can sit even more comfortably if one is a beautiful girl and the other is our own shy guy Utkarsha. So, all the boys had already occupied their positions.

She stepped up the bus. Sunlight was creating an aura around her. Her hairs covered a part of her face. Everybody leaned a bit forward just to have a closer look. She looked around and as her eyes moved around and made contact with the people sitting inside, she found most of them looking at her. But, there was a guy who was still looking outside the window. She took off her sunglasses and went close to him. She asked if she can sit on the seat next to him. Utkarsha agreed immediately.

The engine roared along with the heart of Utkarsha. The city had bad roads and it helped both of them to come close to each other quite frequently. They kept exchanging apologies but both of them were felling good about it (assumption). The weather was pleasant but Utkarsha started sweating. First he loosened his tie and then opened the knot. The journey was smoother now as the bus had passed the bumpy part. He suddenly felt that her head was resting on his shoulders. The heartbeat accelerated with that of the bus and blood flow suddenly increased (repercussions). Utkarsha face became red and the body temperature rose. Then he looked askance at her. She was asleep, her head on her shoulders, her hands holding his arms. He was feeling better now. He took all the precautions so that she didn’t get awake.

After some time she got awake. She apologized once. Then both of them became silent. Her destination had come so, she got up to leave. She gave him a smile. Utkarsha thought he would ask for her phone number but what came out of his mouth was, “See you”. She said “Sure, I am Akansha. Nice meeting you. Bye” and left. Utkarsha felt as if the time spent in the bus was infinitesimally small but his watch indicated that it had been two hours. Perhaps the bus traveled at a huge speed. Anyway, the hangover of the journey was still taking its toll.

Now, Utkarsha’s stop came. He stepped down and after 5 minutes he realized that he left his specs, tie and a folder in the bus itself (Result). May be it was the cost you have to pay when someone beautiful shares a seat with you (Inference).

noreply@blogger.com (Ravish) — Fri, 01 Feb 2008 13:00:00 +0000

Of Peaks and Oasis

“I don’t want to climb the highest peak and ultimately find that there is only snow around. I don’t want to leave the most beautiful things behind to be alone when I reach the acme.” Utkarsha said.
“That is one way for you to console yourself. Just because you are scared to climb it or you have already tried and fell down real bad, you are giving reasons. You should accept the reality.” Anugrah Said.
“You can assume anything.” Utkarsha mumbled.
“That is the bitter truth.” Anugrah snapped.
“I would rather search for an oasis in the desert which will have all the things I often dream of.” Utkarsha said.
“Every desert doesn’t have an oasis and every dream doesn’t become a reality.” Anugrah replied.
“I am not searching in that one and I have realized my dreams earlier also.”, Utkarsha said.
“Try. May be you will get lucky and find one”, Anugrah said.
“Thanks. I will surely do. I won’t let me disappoint myself.” Utkarsha replied.

noreply@blogger.com (Ravish) — Wed, 30 Jan 2008 07:17:00 +0000

Such is life!

Sometimes you want something,
You try hard,
You get very close to it,
You want it from the deep in your heart,
You run behind it,
But you can’t catch up,
And then you stand still,
Tired, out of breath,
Clasping the air with your hands,
Such is life…

You come back,
Exhausted,
Thinking about it,
You are not interested,
In anything,
But then you start learning,
To live without it,
Such is life…

Sometimes you crave for something,
And when you get it,
You look back,
Like a mountaineer would do,
After conquering the highest peak,
You realize that,
There is only snow around,
You have left many beautiful things behind,
Such is life…

Sometimes you get something,
Unsolicited,
You question the god,
Why? Why? Why you?
You cry,
But, you are the chosen one,
And it’s a written rule,
That god doesn’t respond,
You learn to live with it,
And then you thank the almighty,
For choosing you,
Such is life…

noreply@blogger.com (Ravish) — Mon, 28 Jan 2008 13:56:00 +0000

Walkin’ on the Edge

When you are walking straight,
You cannot turn right,
You cannot turn left,
And you cannot go back.
‘Coz u got to take the turn,
Either left or right,
And you don’t know,
How to do a Somersault,
You are Walkin’ on the edge.

When you prefer your eyes to be closed,
‘Coz you don’t want to see,
How deep the valley is,
When you don’t know,
If you are going to survive,
The very next moment,
‘Coz you feet are bleeding,
‘Coz your eyes are closed,
You are walking on the edge.

When you have the courage,
To face the next moment,
With a smile,
Even if you are hurt,
When you start believing that,
A Win or a lose,
Is not a part of the game,
‘Coz what matters now is,
To continue moving ahead,
You are Walkin’ on the Edge.

Cheers!!

noreply@blogger.com (Ravish) — Mon, 21 Jan 2008 09:57:00 +0000

Catch 22

Sometimes you have two questions in your mind and you have the answer to both the questions but if you answer one you’ll end up contradicting the other. But again, you want to answer both the questions without contradicting the other. The situation is like that you are standing at the crossroads and you want to go both the ways but practically it is impossible. What do you do in such situations? You have to make a choice. How do chose to answer the most suitable question so that you don’t have any regrets in the future? Well, the question is difficult.
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Should I tell her that I like her?
Well, if I don’t tell her, she will get married and I will remain good friends with her until both of us depart from this world to give ourselves another chance of telling her that I like her.
But, my career is important. Moreover, I don’t want any commitment and who knows I will meet someone else who will be more suitable for me. Should I concentrate on my career?
They say that one shouldn’t wait for the next girl or next mobile phone to be released soon। New and better models keep coming. So, why not wait for the best. Concentrating on career will serve me better. I have to decide what I want from life and at the moment career looks more important. But, I just can’t forget her. I like her. Oh god! Give me strength.
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Should I go for higher studies?
Well, if I don’t go for it I will lag behind in the rat race. I must go for it. I want to be a winner in life.
But, will I do justice to my parents who need me at the moment? Will I do justice to her? Will I do justice to myself if I leave everything just to take the lead of a step in the rat race?
I am confused again. I am confused again over what is more important. Yeah, entrepreneurship looks like to be a suitable solution to this problem. But, I will need money. Yeah, I can take risk. Ok, if I think I will definitely find an idea. But, money! Is it worth to spend on something for which the chances of positive returns on investments are very weak? Going for the higher studies is a safer option.
I am Confused. I am Confused. I am Confused. oh God! Give me strength.
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When you are playing a court game and the shuttle is coming to you, flying freely. You will get the point if you hit a smash or you play a drop shot. If you are not sure about the shot you are going to play, you will lose the point. So, be proactive so that you win the point which might be a match point.

Cheers!!

noreply@blogger.com (Ravish) — Sat, 12 Jan 2008 14:10:00 +0000

We do need no cowardice

Ten
Nine
Eight
Seven
Six
Five
Four
Three
Two
One
Zero

[Pause]

Ten
Nine
Eight
Seven
Six
Five
Four
Three
Two
One
Zero

“Hey, what are you doing?” A friend asked.
“I’m counting down. Isn’t that obvious?” He mumbled.
“Yeah, it is. But, why are you doing it?” the friend had just got inquisitive.
“And what are you trying to see on the road?” He came close to the window. Now both of them were trying to find out something on the road.
“But, what are you waiting for?” The friend asked again.
“Anurag, would you mind to be a little patient. Just keep your eyes on the road and wait”, Utkarsha replied.

A shadow appeared on the road which gradually took the shape of a girl who was passing through that road. She was totally immersed in her thoughts. She had books in one hand and the other hand was busy in helping her hairs to fight with the wind. It was already 10:30 PM. The weather was pleasant. It was a full moon light.

“Ohh. So, you’re waiting for her.” Anurag said.
“Yeah, she passes through this road every day always immersed in her thoughts. I couldn't wait to see her so I started counting down with the hope that as soon as I reach zero, she'd appear.” Utkarsha replied.

Suddenly, they heard somebody crying for help. Utkarsha and Anurag rushed downstairs and what they saw was disgusting. A group of local boys had surrounded the girl. She was scared, she was crying but there was nobody who could muster courage to raise a voice against the mob. Utkarsha and Anurag looked into each other’s eyes and they ran towards the girl. As soon as they reached close to her, Utkarsha whispered into her ear
“We are here to help you. Don’t worry.”
The mob got angry at the audacity of these young boys. They started beating them. The boys did fight back. They fought until they could see anything and then they became unconscious.

The next day when Utkarsha opened his eyes he found himself in a hospital. He got up and asked the nurse how did he reach the hospital. The nurse told him that while fighting with the mob he and his friend got fainted. Their courage inspired many other people, who were spectators, to come to their rescue.

"What happened to the girl? How is Anurag?", Utkarsha asked.
Nurse: Both of them are fine. But, I want to ask one question. What motivated you to risk your life and save the girl?
Utkarsha: Humanity. Even if I had died in saving her, I would have had no regrets.

Every now and then we keep getting the news that someone poured acid on a girl's face, somebody killed a girl because he had loved and the girl refused, somebody abducted a lady form a public place, somebody killed someone in a public place, but nobody ever raises his voice against these incidents. We just keep discussing these and the we forget. Even if you die while fighting against these demons, wouldn't it be a martyrdom? Even state level parties have started supporting such mean incidents. The attitude should change now and we 'THE LIVING' can do it.

Rang De Basanti.....

Cheers!!!

noreply@blogger.com (Ravish) — Fri, 04 Jan 2008 13:39:00 +0000

Time

Music is something which motivates me to keep sitting on my chair even if I don’t have any thing to work on and this motivation becomes all time high when I listen to Pink Floyd. I was listening to ‘TIME’ when I started relating the song to my life. I am no different, therefore, all other people in the 20s, 30s, 40s, 50s……100s could relate the song to their lives as well. I thought of sharing the lyrics ‘coz some of you might not have listened to this song. Here it goes…

"Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun

And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but its sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in the relative way, but you’re older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought I’d something more to say

Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
And when I come home cold and tired
Its good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells."

--Pink Floyd

Well, the song says it all.

Cheers!!