World at odds (WAO)

This is my OOO (out of office for next few days).

I had planned to utilize this off in a better way. Planning and poor execution has bugged my story so far, but that’s how things are. Right folks, something in us are characteristic defaults.
I will try to meet the lama (ocean of wisdom) and try to fulfill my pledge again, so that he can take me up in fold. I do understand the teaching but cannot adhere to them all. Perfection is what asked for and that is what I have not delivered in life. May be I take mid path and turn his wisdom into more consumable form to all (no offences master, but thought you assigned this to me, when you mysteriously smiles and show me the door every year ). The peace and the spark he reflects from his face is something you all need to see.

Next thing I will do is my promise to do something for the folks of my land. Who do not know my origin, I shall tell I am from Land of Gods. Everything is so much sacred, true and untouched, god’s intervention in daily life is still heard off. I do not know how to transfer the will into action, but I am resolved.

I will be near to nature away from restlessness of buzzing cities, may be will bring some postcards back.

I will meet some old time gangsters too, some are retired and dormant and some are active like till old days. Like every year, I am assured I still had a place in brotherhood.
Last not least, cricket, I may not play but talking about is the culture in my land. If you play carom or snooker you are real sports. Volleyball was hot when growing up, but generation next to X turned up gooses.

Anyhow, I expect lots of activity here from all. I assure you culprits, flood of posts are getting ready, I will just be back on 8th ( It is International Woman day, who gave them this day, all 365 days are with them already).

Ehoo!!!!!!!!!!!
West^

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Yup, I wanted to sound like How I meet your mother. First time I heard this from a friend of mine talking to some of his friend. I was a passive listener, so guess how it was sounding to me. “ Do you like, how I meet your mother.” His friend replied “ Ya, I liked it, this season was better than the last one.” My friend replied “Demand is increasing, I got all the season for me.” His friend “ But somehow I cannot watch it anymore”. It was sounding absurd till I got hold of a dvd pack with title “ Season I : How I meet your mother”.

Got it guys, you did not liked my dried up sense of humor. I get into serious note over here. I am going to tell you a short brief from my own life when I meet all those folks.

It was 9 years back, we all were put up into a camp (college for most of us was like Auschwitz, even we were called Jangus) for next 4 years of life. It was a great discovery process of self and of those fantastic individual, who touched my life in one way of the other. Every one of us was a character in himself, that now I found difficult to relate in this stagnant world of today.
It all started with a small barrack, in which three guys from the mountains were put. I was one of them. The tallest of us was Shanky ( before camp I knew him as Newton), he was the master of all trades, even without knowing about them, he can with sheer disdain and comfidence butcher you. The second one of us was Tixy ( Well he was the most articulate of all and he kept the news of all barracks and often got us introduced to other cell mated). Third and last of all was myself (the man who was known to be the master planner, who never made a one and noisy as ever before.)

Within days our barrack becomes the heaven of the captives and it started calling up as Casino. Cards, cigarettes, and that hidden bottle was the highlight. The gang began to grow, we got some muscles Lambu, and we got some brain Chota sood, we got a big brothers Hazra and Rema , for comic relief we has billu and banke. Gang was still not complete, the great escape still has to devised, few more comrades in joining were to be there.

We had fixed up some supplies to us through the janitor and the smoke from room got us into limelight. Than come the Bengali. His eye said a lot, he was made for cigarette and cigarettes were made for him. Tixy was our PR and soon we had met quite a few of new and old blokes in that emancipation camp. One day we meet this young boy ( even we were young), who was from the land of Patels but not a Patel. He was well groomed, polite and descent. That was our Rockshu then, I somehow has not discovered the rock syndrome in him that very momnet, but even I was not what I become latter in the camp. I still remember the first meeting in food zone in the camp and we all drink milk.

It took us days, precisely two years to take over the camp. We all were a liberated lot. We had started running the show. One for all and all for one. Music comes in, hallucination, a different kind of substance and loads of music back again. Fractions and new dynamics keep on coming but the gang of old was still there, tied by mutual love and understanding.

Well things were going to change one day, the day of our release form camp to the new world. We were told that we have been reformed to lead a simple life but they did not know we had been mutated, to be never be the same again.

This is a short brief of how I we all meet………

I wrote it coz I think I needed to introduce Rockshu to you. Did not write more, there is enigma about him, will add colors to word at odds.

west

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No i am not only quoting a line from "the sun also rises" by Ernest Hemingway but i would like to discuss the movie by Mr Gondry, who i may add with the great Charlie Kaufman also wrote a very original screenplay; a rarity.
The rating and chart rank may or maynot do justice for some but the fact that you have not seen this movie shows what you have missed in lieu to this epitome of indie-cinema making.
Can we erase our memories, good or bad? few weeks back researchers cried with joy on proving through tests that a not-so-smiley-faced pill is good enough to do the act. The morality of such a discovery was instantly questioned by some, simply because - would you like a rapist to forget his wicked deed simply so that he starts a new life maybe to commit the aghastly crime again? The notion of learning from mistakes could be wiped off altogether. How Robotic ! - Reset the counter. Eternal Sunshine of the Criminal Mind !
The movie glorifies coincidence. Two different people fall madly in love, differences and fights, the girl erases the guy first( *stresses*) , the guy follows only to discover each other again on the same beach and eventually learn about each other's neural experiments; only to commit again to give it another shot.
Isn't this what movies do best,the notion that true love comes back again and again - Forrest gump(its not a confidence-booster flick but the greatest love story ever told),Vicky Cristina barcelona(another maniacal tale of love-hate-love) etc...
So why would you erase your memories? Can you not start afresh without Shift + Delete?
Relationships are very complicated.You don't learn from them; they leave a trace , in your bone marrow too.
To learn and to replicate is a matter of choice, but to overdo and make a mess of it is simply suicidal.
Class A drugs often show these side effects and sometimes you also experience walking down the tunnel to discover something you had forgotten completely but this euphoria of temporary chemical induced madness, boy beware!!
Defragmentation of the brain's hard disk isn't gonna boost your artificial intelligence, coz imagine if it all comes back , how scared will you be? trust me, experiments often go wrong....

PS:
only the "west" knows me...to the others, Privet ! and well you might one day. Till then keep the flame alive, thanks for the invitation and i'll post as and when i can.

Eternal Sunset of the Lover's mind

I don't think you understand
I don't think you care
Are you intimate i doubt
So why did you share?

We were crazy
We fell when we should have risen
Dusty tides of golden sand
Blew me off my prison

To come to terms she is dead
To realize she is dead yeah
Maybe i should try
To find her in a lie...


She is dead and gone
She is dead and gone
She is dead and gone
I can't find her..........
-- Rockshu

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In my Posts i have touched upon various topics except the most exciting of all...its not that i have been too shy, too dry, too cowardly to talk about love...It has been easy for me to write about topics a little far from my ownself, I had read sahir somewhere where he had said that "today i have brought your Letters written to me in the market", I could never agree with him on this , but this post is for someone somewhere, Probably she would never read this post ever , but this one is for her, Only if she reads, She would see that there's some part of her in every post of mine irrespective of the theme...

There was a guy-Simple, Practical and Logical,He dreamt dreams well within boundaries, Well aware of the fact that extravagant dreams never come true, groomed to belive that only nightmares come true, But one day he met a fairy from a far off land, Innocent as a child's laughter, Unreasonable as a child who fantasizes moon as his toy, He fell in love with her, He wanted to run away from her he cldnt, He knew this was not possible, He knew in the end this would tear apart both of them, Well aware that all his life he wont be able to love anyone ever again, He wanted to be logical and practical again but he failed miserably, Good Lord What predicament, He looked at his fate line, Is it good enough for the fairy? No said his astrologer, But he had come too far, He had realised that all that is worth living for in this world is illogical, All that makes this life special is so called silly,Fairies arent meant to be practical, Its so "Humanish" to be realistic but then his fairy told him that "Fairy-tales" aren't real, Dreams are too fragile to survive, But this time he was too optimistic for his own good..If this was a dream, He didnt want to wake up..But Alas he was shaken up from his sleep and he woke up to the real world, His dream had been shattered, there were glass splinters all across the bed and floor, Does a broken dream leave splinters ? He was dooomed to collect each tiniest speck of those splinters spread all across in the false hope that one day he would be able to rebuild his dream again from those splinters, He would keep collecting those all his life , They will keep cutting his hands and his fate lines and his hands shall forever Bleed !!

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I feel it in my finger, I feel it in my toe’s love is all around…………………………….yes my friends it is the famous WET WET WET number. I hope you all must have watched the movie love actually. Hmm, as you all know I am not a romantic soul (at least in what all I wrote). My post today is about meaning of love, I want to share what love actually is?

When I think about love, I cannot think beyond those romantic love songs which we used to gift when in school to gals on valentine days ( I never did). Right here waiting for you or things we do in love, those days of adolescence are the best days to fall in love. You think love you reason love you live love. So where is question of you being wrong? The crazier you get more you in love. It is the bug which has bitten you for the first time. Then you grow old, things for some does not turn up sweet and few of you turn up as diljale. You get practical in life and get away from wonderful feeling called love.

May be few of my reader still will be not sure what love is? Let me tell you love is not tough when you take it as love. Yes it should never be a liability neither an asset. The best love story ever told by Disney to this world was Beauty and the beast and followed by Shrek and Fiona. How a princess is ready to live in swamp and better be an ogar than a princess tell you the tale of love.

I am not good in writing about love as much as I am about abstractions. But I feel about it purely, I confess about it truly and never mixed world into it. It has to be divine and sacred so that nothing corrupts it feeling. And remember the amount of happiness you going to give to one here is something you can not buy in billions of dollars.

I wanted to write more, but not today.I wants you guys to let me know about your feelings.
Till then love is all around you , love is all around you…………

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Someday I like watching TV
Someday I like listening music,
Someday I like drinking wine,
And there are than those no days
When I do not like anything,
My mind rules me, I rule my mind,
It all depends what day it is,
It is someday, me and things I like,
But still then why I have those no days.
What play with my mind?
That spoils my someday,
It is me, my mind and what play my mind,
They put bullet in brain/mind,
To find it out,
I am far away from madness,
It is there somewhere, that gets me switch days………………………..


To be ignored-------------------( blank to blank)

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I once got to be an orchard that was not like the one I had seen before. Who owned it I do not know, but it was there on my way back to home, but I could not see it in morning when I went downhill. I can smell the sweetness of mangoes and grapes cannot resist entering the orchard.

It has a big tree in a corner that stood out. All other tree looks so normal and uncomplicated. It was for sure something of its own. It was a mango tree, but I can see the fruit it has was grapes. When I ate them, they tasted like orange. It was not all it seems those fruits were talking to themselves. Wait for a few more second; they started to talk to me. The one that was nearest to me asked innocently will you eat me up. No is said, I cannot you too much living for me. Then the one that was lying on grass, started to speak grimly. I will die soon; do not crush me under your feet. He too had a point. Then the one from top of tree shouted. He was going to ripe; he did not wanted to be on earth floor. He asked me to catch him and then ate. He fell and I ate him.

What happened next was even stranger. The grapes or whatever fruit they were did not liked what I did and they started changing colors. There were thousands of small bulbs now on the tree, sparking and screaming at me. I was not able to take it and asked guys what your problem. They told me it was democracy in this orchard they will do whatever they like. I thought they were upset, but now they were singing a strange song. Looked like a song of happiness.

Sun start to rise, I had spent whole night in this strange place. I looked towards the sun and when I focused back on tree or orchard all has gone.

Hmm, I think I will be coming back soon. It still has more mysteries to tell. I will bring more people in to this orchard.

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Once upon a time, there were three friends, who made it customary to meet up after every six months in the small town’s only Pub, from where ever they are on earth. They had to share with the other there exploits, adventure and work. Three of them were friends against all odds. A being the brightest and the sharpest among the three in his youth was a carpenter and stayed in the city. B was always a wavering mind and has not been sticking to one job for long. He has been a teacher, clerk, and accountant and heard now he is a preacher. C the last of three, from childhood was the slowest of them all. But as he turned into a young man, some transformation took and now he is the one who has travelled across the world. Never a bright and sharp as A, never a thinker and intellectual as B, but always practical and clear in life C seems to be doing fine in world.

It was a year never seen before, everybody says that the wrath of god is on this small town, there was scarcity of work and people were confused. There was good rain, no new taxes on the people from king, still the people were getting poorer day by day. Three friends too were going to meet in the pub this season, A and B always been hosting C, in all those good year but this time it would be the other way around. C was the one who had the money, other kingdom’s had still not been under the wrath of god.

The meeting started, and like always they asked B what you doing these days. B was now a undertaker, not surprising, he cannot stick to one job for long. Even in these bad days people have not left dying and work and money was always there. A too had changed his nature of work, he no longer made furniture, he too took up making coffins. B always referred to A and he too gets good business in bad days. C was silent, somehow being the most practical and clear about things he has not changed his approach in bad days also. There always has been doubt what C has been telling them over the years was true or not. He was not good enough in number and he being a merchant in far of land, does not seemed true. But friends never question thy friends. C had news to break; he had come back to the town forever. A and B asked what will you do in here? Even we old hands are finding it tough to make ends end. C replied that he is broke now, all money he had in far off land, and he lost in some bad gambles. Only place where he can find peace was home. He does not know what to do, but he wanted to live a life that was his own. A and B, may not have achieved or seen the world as C has done. They were not go getter like him, but they were happy and best of all great friends. They have to find some work for their friend.

The only profession that was still prospering was the one of religion. C by birth was eligible to be one of the priests. Now A, B and C had a one stop shop for the dead and alive. When three of them worked together even in the dark days, they made the best of money to keep them happy and alive. It went on for years till the three decided to retire all together. By then town was back to normal and they can return back to the pub.



Yes, I know you be saying what this is. It is a true story. There is quite a bit of relativity talked here and that has been done by design. I am sorry if you have not connected to it. It is my state of mind and it is not a simple place.
Thanks if anyhow you end up reading it.

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Once there was a god fearing brahmin, A man whose knowledge commanded respect from all, One who knew the sanskrit shalokas from all the four Vedas.. He was the local purohit..Rich didnt visit his temple because the gods of his temple didnt wear fancy clothes, Nor did he pretend to foretell their future, Hence he had two curses to carry..He was poor and he was from an upper caste..It has always been easy to survive in this country if u r poor and u r from a lower caste..Being from an upper caste meant he could not beg even though his son and wife hadnt had food for last three days...The brahmin envied the lower caste beggar on the opposite road..He had a regular supply of alms from people who passed by the temple..He also suffered from that one virtue which is fatal for poor : Self-Respect, a poor with no self-respect has much higher chances of not dying of hunger..He can beg, he can borrow, He can steal...Not the brahmin, He had self respect. May God never bless a poor man with Self-Respect, Its the most luxurious of virtues, Only rich afford it. Once there was terrible outbreak of cholera in the village...and bad-luck has often special affection for those who afford it the least..As the fate had it..Old brahmin's only son got affected by the disease...He had no money to buy food let alone treatment...Cholera promised to swallow his only son if he didnt collect enough money for the food and the pills..His wife begged him to borrow he didnt..His friends advised him to steal..He couldnt..He couldnt sleep well that night..he gave a look at his son...He had grown frail and was still shivering from fever...He remembered how he had celeberated his birth..How he had thought that he would teach his son all the vedas and he would be a Raj-Purohit one day..His son was his will to live, his son was proof of the fact that there was more to life than misery..his son was emodiment of his happiness..While all this was going through his mind, His son suddenly opened his eyes for a second, Looked at his father, Said "Baba", smiled and closed his eyes again, something in him snapped, Next morning when his wife woke up he was no where in the kutiya..He had left, First time in his life he had gone outside without his janeyu..She wondered where he had gone, Then suddenly outside on the road she saw something and her feet froze, tears rolled down her cheeks, The brahmin was sititng beside the low-caste beggar and begging along-side, Ppl stopped by astonished, few of them dropped some grains and coins, Some of them laughed aloud, a few upper caste rich spat at him, frowned and asked the brahmin-sabha to expell him from hindu religion for degrading his caste and profession, He sat still, Never uttered a word, didnt answer back, He came back home with grains and some money, Looked at his son, touched his forehead and Said " Son, Now u will live Long "

Dedicated to "Meraj Faizabadi's Brilliant poetry"
Dedicated to "All poor upper-Caste, Whose cause never would be taken-Up"
Dedicated to "Brilliant Reservation system which places caste over poverty"

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All I wanaa see is a smile on her face,

Nothing seems in time, when I don’t feel about her,

Stars not seems to be out, the day I do not see her,

I adore her and seem to me, I love her,

I need to tell her, I need to talk to her,

I keep losing my words, when she is around,

Wind, birds, song all tried to help me,

I am sorry, it is my love, and I got to tell her,

Another day, and same sinking heart,

I got to do something that does show my love,

Somehow I find hard to tell her in words,

I got this red flower, people call is rose,

It is tender, it is beautiful, and may I give it to her,

At end it is flower, she won’t caught me in love with her,

She blushed as it was not a flower, how wrong I was,

She in love, and it is not a flower, it is a rose I gave her,

I found word to tell her, how beautiful the rose is,

She laughed, she has know what I had to tell her,

Rose and I, also found over selves in place,

A beautiful woman around, she loved us and we too adore her,

It will rhyme to you, if you too in love………………………….

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Love is not about making perfect choices; it is about making right choices.

What is happiness? Whoever answers this is not happy, he is searching for one.

You live once, I do remember you or not after you die, will it matter to you? If yes, you are a crazy.

If people cry after you have died, you have not done badly, if people laugh after you have died, you have done really well.

The most dangerous woman is the one, who knows she is a woman.

Try making faces to a mirror, if it does not imitates you, something is fake, either you or the mirror.

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Life brings to some of these, one day or latter. Which roads you want travel? I meet Yan a German doc, who too reach a crossroad once and was not able to decide which road? He did what I would not have imagined; he sat at the crossroad and started looking at all the roads, till they start disappearing with time. By the end he was left with one road. A road that would have taken him to travel across the world to find truth and meaning of life. He had now one road, but he has grown too old waiting for roads to disappear. The farthest he now can reach was India. Somehow he was happy, not complaining about anything what so ever.

I too have reached at crossroad, I am not scared but I made to feel scared. I can gamble what all I have achieved but I am suggested not to do so? I do not have any option but practice what Yan did? Lets the roads keep on disappearing by themselves. I too know Uri, who carved his own way when he was not happy with road in offer. But that too was a long way. Smartest of all Aki, took a cart on his way, did not cared which road it has to take.

I am astonished and bewildered about many things these days. One of them is drawing out plans.

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This is going to be the last post of this series. It would have been nice if it would have stretched but it will have the same fate as most of fancy story has. It never went off, but I can personally acknowledge that I had thought about a money spinner but was not able to move ahead due to reason not even known to me.

Let me summarize it in few sentences:-

1) There can be a talent portal which can work in an independent fashion. Building it up will require, putting effort to create two new stakes.

a) The talent, the seekers, the potential user who will come to the portal to share thy skills, there selling point for which there is no taker in an unorganized and ruthless world where u are at the mercy of contacts and spineless search and struggle.

b) The hunters, the people who are in short of resources and are dependent on the few they have in hand. It will give them to hire the best and hire them at a price that does not hurt them. From sound recorder to editor to story writer to musician to any thing you can imagine for.

2) We had a dream to make it a window to the not so captured world. We wanted to be the facilitator to all those who have never got a chance to organize.

3) Challenges here are immense in from roping in the hunters to making it a hot property, but you do not know how hot the fires till you start it.

4) No idea is great or good till it is executed. This part where we end up lacking and were not able to scrutinize the whole idea. This one of the sole criteria for us to give it up further hand banging.

Thanks a lot for all your support and reading us.
I acknowledge it to you with all my sincerity.
I will still be rolling but now more on social, peace and humanity front.

Ehoo!
Aj

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Hi guys!!

Have you read or heard the Indian frog story, when few Indian frogs got trapped in a well and there Jap compatriot got trapped in other well. Indian frogs keep puling each other back eventually none was able to come out. While the Japs as they always have been worked on the problem and worked together to pull each other out. The moral of the story told to us was that Indians frogs do not know to work in team.

Guys, that was half of the story told to us .Indian frogs has wisdom, they were not pulling each other down coz they were scared of getting under one’s shoe. Ok, you not buying my story, I come back to some serious stuff.

I had the privilege of coining this phrase “Frogs under your shoe” now does it mean I have to explain it to you. Haha, what will do if you know a frog is going to come under your shoe? Limp, jump, Shout, faint reaction list is long. And guess what if you end up crushing it, you will barf or die in guilt. See it is such a big question and you now are imagining how it is to crush or just on verge of crushing a frog. Have you tried to know the feeling of the frog? How it feels to be crushed or just fear of getting crushed? To do it more, think to be a frog for a minute and see big foots being placed all around you. I know you will not run , not try to hide, you will just sit like a dead duck thinking when it will be time over. Hop hop hop , that you do , but today you can’t.
Enough of being a frog and enough crushing of frogs under yours shoes.

I will not write more about it here, it is little deep and I acknowledge it is abstract. I would leave to my readers to figure it out. ( Hahaha I hope I had any ).

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A mirror asked another mirror who are you,
Another mirror looked around, to find an answer,
He said no, then you tell me who are you,
Mirror looked around to find an answer,
He said no, if I would have known, why would I have asked,
Mirror to Mirror, reflection to reflection,
They looked into each other like they knew who the other is,
Time for both to crack, it is the end of story,
Mirror lives till, it see the reflection,
Time’s up, if it starts seeing you.

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Many things you can do if you listen to your heart. The word practicality is a refuge of a modern urban man to ignore or better I say suppress his heart. I am the biggest fan of Jonathan Livingstone Seagull, the only Seagull who can fly. You may or may not win, but when you look at your life at the end of dawn, you can have a smile. Most of the time, we in the name of responsibility and sometime taboos end up living a life that was like our fathers or forefathers.

Not listening to your heart may result in loss of decisiveness. One moment you follow your heart and next moment you are caught in the web of world. How Dhirubhai made an Empire, yes he followed his heart and most important of all he knew the Indian psychology. People have ended up shaping this world coz they have followed their heart. Some were ruled by destiny and some dictated destiny. If you ever come across CHE and his story he was a rebel, who had a cause till he followed his heart. I think even he lost the plot somewhere when he followed the voice of outer world than his heart.

I try best to listen to my heart and to some extent and in something I am able to hold good. I may not take big decision but I will live the way my heart is rather than this world is. In my worlds it is like saying I do not like pop music or the filmy music coz it is made for someone , but I like any composition that is made from heart, even if world do not pick it up.

Playing the game according to the rule to is necessity, but somewhere do have a heart and listen to it. I am not able to rite much in this post coz my ideas can be somewhat and foremost for me only.

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