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I have to fill in here…………….

I have never been a keen observer of insects and thy lives, but when you talk about ants and bees in particular, you all like me end up knowing some facts.

Both of them are hard working, know how to make and govern colonies. The most interesting thing is that they have a hierarchy in order. So they are more like us, I better state they are like a socialist regime. You all are equal in front of the mother bee, you just end up being assigned to some particular work depending upon thy origin.

I saw a movie on bees, forgot the name of the movie, but there bee went on strike against human race and took all thy honey back. Can you guess what was the after effects. Bees have honey in abundance, they stopped working and ultimately end up disturbing the whole ecological balance. Poor pollination resulted in poor spring and it effected everyone from Yogi the bear to Yankee the bird.

That clarifies the important aspect in the life of bee, it need to  work. It has to work and this is the only thing it knew.

Talking about bee life and not comparing it to our lives will surely leave this blog incomplete. I do and do not find any resemblance. we do work in a social order and do follow some rules, but aint we ask lots of question also. We got a political system, a democratic alignment, we keep on evolving a lot. Bee for year has been just a colonial cousin of ants.

Even ants laugh at bees, the poor fellow works hard and make all that honey, to be finally robbed by us. Ants had some other model, where she collects and save the food, which till date we human have not found a way to exploit.

I am closing this blog, telling you better live you life as a cricket or a caterpillar from all those story than being a bee in today's time. You will just end up breaking your back, but no one will recognize you which bee you were.The reason being simple all bees look alike and thy bosses are there by birth not by work.

Enf of mah left right talk….keep reading anf posting…….

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Most important secrets of the world are known to handful of people. Or we can rephrase it in a more appropriate way that "Most important truths of this world are known to very small group of people".These few are the engine of entire humanity.They are continuously turning to motor this universe with increasing the joy..the wisdom..or the understanding of the functioning of the universe around us....

Are not we moving continuously in the unlimited space as a tiny football..!!!

Do we know what are these truths..
1. Unstoppable supply of whatever you want....
2. Continuous Joy
3. Whatever you want is already their with you...

Sounds simple i suppose…..

Everyday we facing some energy problem..scientists are able to convince us that we have to save electricity..next in line ….save every drop of water...but they ignore the fact that unlimited energy is available in each tiny atom..and those being unlimited in this universe...so what are we really trying to save…..it is a matter and it just can not be tempered with. Hope that’s what Einstein had to say a century ago.

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I am in a situation that is called fix. I think few of our readers too must have experienced it in one form or the other. It is similar to the mid life crisis, which people use to face earlier but little latter in life. But fix shadows you when you are too young. It makes you question a lot, your existence and purpose. What you doing right now and what you wanted to do when you started off?

Well it is not an office crises I am concerned here. The fix is there in from marriage to making choice of location, values of family relation, friends, hobbies you love, reading, writing, sports, and and and and….

So what you do is a fix, it is a product similar to some of those from 3M shelf, it provides a fix, a temporary fix to your situation. Soon you get used to taking a fix and then there are more fix and suddenly you are too much relying on fixes.

Let me put an example of Mr. Chima ( this guy was a senior to me in high school ), he was 25 hit by a fix, had a job, which he was doing for last 2 years. Always wanted to be a marketing guy but due to some reason was managing the company stores. No jobs available outside, he had to go for a fix, he moved from stores to purchase, giving a reason to self, at least it is much better than what he was doing earlier.

Now look at my friend Chika ( If you reading WAO must have known him by now) was working as a Marketing Manager, he always wanted to do that, but in few months of work, he knew that was not he wanted. I provided him a fix and got him recommended in a consulting firm. But he denied the fix and said he wanted to be an archeologist, and want to pursue it. He did that, left a cushion type of job and now last heard was in some deep forest in Suderaban, searching for a civilization that so far has not surfaced. He believe and do what he likes, may be in a year if he do not find a civilization, will not be thinking of restoring some Ajanta cave as many in his field would do as a fix, but for a bet of $ 100 will be definitely surprising us.

Let’s forget his case; his breed is something different, now everyday someone call me for providing a fix for their love relation to jobs related issue to really everything. I do a pretty well job for the other as any surgeon do while operating on someone else hand, but when he has to cut or stitch his own hand, he will surely not able to do that. Same goes for me also, I am not able to fix things for myself and for some reason I do not see some fixer around.

There is also another angle to fix situation. Let me put it in the best of affirmative ways “stop complaining and start respecting what you got.” I have seen people doing well when they start to love the one part of life they control and just oblige the part they do not like. It works and it is the most taken path, coz taking a fix, also need an effort. But remind you some guys end up getting exploited here. Smart chaps start taking them for granted and keep on addressing them for long, and eventually they just stop from existing.

Fix theory, is still immature, WAO people if you need to add something here please do. I have addressed the fix, you give it…

Aj

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Well that’s how the original Post 100 appeared, I thought some one will work out and will put some answers to question.

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I think for the time being let me put on some effort here. I tried to experiment here, got drunk, assuming I will be at my thoughtful best while writing for such a deep topic and yes I did a pretty good job when I ended up posting this question mark. I woke up next day, put some google effort to understand, the meaning of life. But it is not as easy it seems. This question cropped to me when I dumped one of the Monty Python movie “ Meaning of life.” The movie is little creepy and too much annoying. It does mock everything from in life from being born to the something called after life. The smartest line said in the movie was towards the end “ Live life in harmony and peace than searching about those things that you already had in abundance.”

Keeping movie aside, I shall have my own take here to the question you all too must face. I  use to call it earlier to myself purpose of living, why we are here on this world? One thing that makes this question fade away is the factor of attachment. People attached to family, fortune and many more things you can think about. One day they will be leaving this body and if there is nothing called a spirit to oversee what you have done in life or an after life to balance your acts from this world, than most of the karma you doing loose there importance.

I am going off the topic, but there are many man in robes, from Plato to Aristotle to I think to some extent you and me, who had some philosophical connotation of this topic. Then there is science and alternate approaches taken from religion across the globe to put an explanation to this question. At the end where we all are when I ask you question meaning of life. I would not hesitate to say most of us will be blank and stare to this question mark in some bold and extra large font.

From birth you been injected with different aspects of meaning of life. Some part of it is in form of religion or god. Parents tell you not to harm other living things, never to lie, learn to live in harmony, do community service and some other things which you can put under the tag of sanskars. This is filtering of the philosophy of life or understanding that comes down to you from ages of experience. Than suddenly you are into a real world, learn some materialistic truth and facts such as you have to survive and feed some mouths. It takes the karma theory, every action is adjudged against the purpose. Meaning of life now goes in the backdrop.

Than there are some people who disown life or i say it appears to us like that. they have lifted themselves to a level, we do not understand what they say. For years they bang there heads in wall, trying to tell us what they know about the meaning of life. One day, they die and we come to know what these people were about. Next thing, we interpret there findings by our findings and had a new set of answers to old set of questions.

I copies the following para from wiki, how it put the question of meaning of life:-

Questions about the meaning of life have been expressed in a broad variety of ways, including the following:

• What is the meaning of life? What's it all about?

• Why are we here? What are we here for?

• What is the origin of life?

• What is the nature of life? What is the nature of reality?

• What is the purpose of life? What is one's purpose in life?

• What is the significance of life?

• What is meaningful and valuable in life?

• What is the value of life?

• What is the reason to live? What are we living for?

I think the best one can do is keep doing what he is doing with his best effort, not thinking about all those theories and explanation of other.had a simple set of rules that one will try to do justice to all the duty and actions he has to fulfill in this life. Who create or destroy this life or you have an afterlife, nothing can answer this for you and anybody. Who doubts can  doubt the existence of god standing in front of him doing miracles, saying he is a thing form extra terrestrial space doing stuff with extra science edge.

Well thing is I do not have an answer here and the best answer was the ? I posted last night. ….

Cheers Mate

Aj

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Autumn, winter, summer, rain,

Close to the heels of the White Mountain,

There was a valley that was always green,

Happiness grazed all day, peace slept all night,

Blue streams went down, swift air went across,

It was thy world, tiny and stunning,

For ages hunters come and go,

Catching glimpses of perfect world,

Never took a prize off, promised to be back again,

Men come and go, ages turned into memories,

Close to the heels of the White Mountain,

There was a valley that was always green,

It happened to be then that one day,

When some doctored order to test the life and species there,

He found some imbalance to his maths,

Flocks of few entered, kept on finding new things,

By the end of that day, world knew there is a valley,

SOON it was the next day, valley failed to exist,

Doctor and flocks of few looked again for this,

They took days, turning them into years,

One day they all left, finding there was no valley so green,

One day to next, someone saw it again,

Close to the heels of the White Mountain,

There was a valley that was always green.

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Post 99 dedicated to something I follow “ Plz do not disturb, else I fail to exist”

 

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Watching a 6 month old child giggling out loud while he is being bounced in the air and caught back by his mother just made me realize how safe it is to be human. In a world where trusting someone looks, sounds and feels like a tough job, children make us realize that no matter we like it or not, trust runs the world.

If you are successful at whatever you do, this might remind you that one step of faith that you took without knowing where it leads you.

So what makes us a human?

I believe it would be Trusting someone not thinking what he/she is going to do with my trust, being a child at any single moment and at the same time understanding your responsibility to shine, dreaming BIG dreams, realizing the road is even better than the end.

Reminds me of Martin Luther King Jr. who once said Faith is taking the first step even when you don’t see the whole staircase.

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I end up reading some one’s blog, I do not knew how to react to it, some how I found it very materialistic but at the other end it to be a true picture of him. May be I judge him or his blog wrong.

Anyhow today post is about something else, it is about things on which you have become dependent. Well there is another word too i.e addiction but that is of little higher order. Well as master always taught me , best way to explain your mind to other is give some examples. So let me put an example here which i thought about.

When you were 13 – 14 year old, most of you had your first desire to have a gf. Some curbed it , some went ahead. But there was a life without woman in life. Suddenly you are old like 25 or 27, woman become necessity of life, either as a soul mate or what i say a mate.

Same thing applies for mobile phones, when they were not there, business were run with same efficiency and people reached all those appointment on time. But now you are used to it, can not live without it for sure. Is it human evolution or degradation I am too naive to make even a comment, but this can be dependable.

I think example list here will keep on rolling, you got dependent on bus first, made some money got dependent on bike, made some more money got dependent on car. One day you got fired, money is no more there, you start calling it recession, now you can not live in the same condition in which you spent your best part of life, when you were untouched by many dependencies.

I would love to mention here the movie Wall- E , this really put in forefront the human degradation to forefront. We will have interactive TV in future of highest order, if you not like Amir in Gajini, you can replace him with Sharukh. People who had seen ram leela will be people who will be extinct by than, I think they are already.

I do not know what this post evoke here or what it wants' to get out on his forum. But I can say, even addicts should not be hated, they just take dependency to higher order. Whoever had an experience of any better substance will tell you, life is something else after hallucination. Why we hate those guys who make a decision to enjoy there life by destroying themselves. Was Dev D and old Devdas, really sad and mad for a chick. They were addicted to pain and alcohol, so what better excuse than her.

I leave you here with one question, someone take away all you dependency for a month, what will you do? 

Roger Captain O Captain….

Aj

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I am not writing a movie review, this movie is obviously not that great to have a mention here on WAO. But the phrase used for the movie title is quite contemporary to the modern times. Movie is sensible but it has nothing to be a blockbuster.

Let me put it in Indian context, how we have lambs leading a time of lions. Have you heard we Indians fought one kargil war.I do not we won or lost or it was a draw. But for sure people died and for what no one knew. Enemy was sitting on the doors, but he was not the neighbor like it used to be early years.Few 1000 of jawans lost their lives and we had some good old politician taking credit for some fancy called operation Vijay.

One day few young boys with backpack and motive to kill come by boat to kill few 100 of people in Mumbai. They did it and left few stooges again making a political fuss of it.Still some political sensibility prevails in India else it would have the opposition party who must had hand in it. Again some Lions died and lambs come in praising the utmost selfless sacrifice of the young.

Same goes for America I suppose, some of the senators have direct interest in the company like Harleburton and so, Charlie Wilson sounds cuil now in movies coz it was the days of cold war.

I am predicting what no one has done before, American will go nuclear if tested more, I think they will not take these small defeats in battle well for long, will go down to won the war at any cost.

World will surely will looking for new world order soon, it is getting uncontrolled everywhere, I suppose.

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Khalil was a young boy of 24. He was having a curse on him, of being educated and unemployed, that prevented him from doing humble work. Poor boy son fought like this for a year, and ultimately run out of money. For the last two days he do neither he had shelter nor he had food.He was looking shabby and at his untidy best.

The thing he do next changed his life forever. With frustration creping into his life like never before, in disgust he sat on road outside the mosque.He did not realized he will be in few minutes will be mistaken forever. Someone threw a coin at him. he did not realized why that person did this, buy the time he realized what is happening, it was dark and lots of coin were surrounding him. He had enough to have a nice meal and smart brain to buy a bowl for the next days. He has realized, he can survive,without working and getting paid for something he is not even pretending to do.

He kept on going like this for a year, when frustration creped in again, he was founding stagnation and there were no hikes and competition has come into what he was not doing. It was not like the days, when he started off. He started looking for options and alternative to get paid for doing nothing. He noticed a journalist and somehow that person looked like a religious rhetoric too, throwing coin at him everyday. He has identified the opportunity, only thing he has to do was utter some words in English when he passed by. He  did that and he was making the headline of a national daily “ A Muslim educated youth’s plight, forced to beg,ignored by the system”. In next few days Khalil has been to all major news channels studios and even he was paid for an exclusive interview cum story by a foreign channel.

He has moved up in his life, but he now knew can do better in the field of being paid for doing nothing. His fame and his association with a minority was enough qualification for the next lok sabha polls. Begging or i say getting paid for doing nothing was an art he has learnt, in last few months. Before the blink of eyes he was the youngest man into the assembly of stooges.

What will amaze you his career headline changed, now everyone knew him, the young leader of minority who was educated against odds, now representing the cause of people. Inside Khalil knew, he had moved ahead, he has a new job, a hike, being paid again for doing nothing at all.

Life went on like this and sooner in the democratic system of this nation he was the new Prime Minister, he got all this coz he learnt early in life to being paid for nothing at all.

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It is a burning day,

Loose are all the cannons,

Digging home are all homeless,

Hell is rising, evil starts its reign,

It is a burning day,

I am counting my pearls and gold,

In hours it will be night,

Whose pearls whose gold,

Evil shadow all even in dark,

It is a burning day,

I can see it is raining on one tree,

It is hope,grass of belief around,

I stood in its shade,

It was raining on when,

It is a burning day,

I lay down here,

facing for night with confidence…..

It is left incomplete for all you denizens!!

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There was a hermit, living on the outskirt of town, for years. People come from far,far of places, after listening about his wisdom. People of all religion, caste, region flocked to his place. One day, one of his disciple asked him to come to town and have a discourse for the denizens. Hermit said that is against wisdom my son. People there do not need me, who search for answers, reach any place. Answer going to question, is not natural, they will have more question for me them i will not have an answer. But the disciple was not ready to take his argument, he persuaded his master to come to the town.

People gathered at the city square to hear to the revered one. Everyone wanted to see him, how he looked. Everyone wanted to test him today, how wise he was? Hermit knew what he is going to face today. Hermit was now standing in front of 1000 odd strong crowd. The first question that come to him was “ what is your religion ?” Hermit replied “ I am half Buddhist, half Hindu, half Muslim, half Christian, i am man with all religion”. In next two minutes the town people stoned him down.

Moral of the story : “ You can not give someone something, if he do not want it, who seeks the answers, make a search for it.”

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lost in translation
I find my way back home
I care not to forget
the dwindling thoughts of may.

lost in confusion
I find my thoughts at five
super sonic vision
in fright , the heat is high.

lost in serenity
I wither from dusk to dawn
folklore, bore
I cannot even frown.

lost in simplicity
I beg to differ,please
but with finite moments
I can only disagree.

lost in wheel of motion
the speed of to and fro
rest to sleep to die
For the dead they never know.
---- Rockshu

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How many of you know about flower power exactly. I knew it for long it is associated with hippie culture and mixed it up for something else. But was amazed to know it is associated with non violence ideology. This is one of the engaging protests I have heard of all. The as cense of it and people who carried it, you have the gone era of 60’s. It was the era when you have the greatest concert of the century at Woodstock. Well I am not here on an informative spree, just sharing the power you all have with you.



Blood on land, blood on sword,
Blood in pen, blood in history,
Man get things always resolved the violent way,
Romans , the Incas, the Mughals,
Whoever wear the hat, killed the one who possess it,
How can you suppose a man to revolutionize?
If few king and Gandhi preached for weak,
It do not change 5k year of history,
East or west, generals or religion,
They still do killing the violent way,
Interest or no interest, reason or no reason,
Blood on land, blood on sword,
Blood in pen, blood in history,
Who going to jacket them all,
In shirts with flowers and all those peace colors,
Let’s pretend we are sober by flower Power,
Pretend till variance reaches our perimeter,


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State uncomforted, I do not why, but we all kept on gutting down alcohol. I looked in Chika’s eye and they way he looked back, was enough confirmation to me, he do not know who she was. Pato was the first to break the silence ritual of drinking, when he asked her If she is Britney? Pato is our Oriya mate, the first and last English gal he knew is Britney. Hmm, now that’s interesting, how this Russian will answer back. Not a shock but a revelation when she said back “ Pardon me ?”. Drinks make you assume a lot. By now I had got a sms form Amit, is this one the Ukranian one’s we been listening to much. We man think at same frequency at certain level.

I think it was time for the first lot to leave. Most of the guy in this lot are married or small time or occy ( occasional / circumstance ) based drinkers. I made Pato to leave in here, else I knew what was next from him. Coming back, let me ask her atleast “ What’s her name?”. I asked and got a reply back in 3 second, Kathie Scot. That’s interesting, that’s too the name of my English client. Whatever, I was more interested in my drinks, this must be the last for the day. Let them carry on. Chika had a grin on face and I knew that is trouble. He exclaimed lets play. I knew the game here. His version of Russian roulette. One against all and all against one, game begin. 30 ml shots were being gutted at an amazing pace. One down, two out, I too was holding back. Amazing of all, it was Chika’s Scot who kept on rolling on as it was 30 ml of fruit juice. 15 min into the game, 4 of us were left, I too quit, and Chika too had fallen by now. Amit, he just somehow never lose to me.

What happened next, I remember a few bits, I had trouble with memory loss, after drinking a lot. Men are at their flurting best I suppose, when they are drunk. Amit hit at her, asking here for dance tomorrow. I cannot see Amit win here, with all of my spontaneity I said let’s go for dance tonight, the disc 12, is next door. She nodded her head, yippee, I beat Amit this time. Surprise surprise, Amit too said nice idea mate, lets rock. Three of us walked to the next door disc and Chika bhai crawled along.

The three of them kept on dancing for some time, and I made plan to watch them all along. Do not why, but I was more comfortable with Vodka than gal at that time. Scot took a break and sit next me. She thanked for making it a nice day for her, never had a day like this away from home and friend. So sweet, people never thanks me, I think the next question I should not have asked her, what you do ? She said nothing, I do roam a lot , make people work in day and dance in night. We both laughed loud. She asked what I do. A software engineer, do not have witty answer. I told her I work for XX tech ( thought the name will impress her ) and make fool of myself and the client in ambundance. She got more and more interested in having a conversation with me, it seemed. May be the name trick has worked. I kept on telling those inside stuff we learned in last 5 years and how we exploit the system and how we can improve it and all. It was getting boring, I do not like talking job after day’s end, but a blonde was a temptation to talk.

The reminder in cell went off, oops I had a meeting with client in tomorrow and got to get ready with stuff, need to leave. Excuse me all, even Chika was back, I asked her number with all the audacity I had. She give me a card, a business card more precisely. It read Catherine Scot, XYZ Associate, NY. Interesting, I told her I had a meeting with this lady tomorrow itself, what a coincidence, you too have the same initials and detail. Amit was laughing and Chika was overwhelmed by all this. I left out the place to figure it out, she and her are the same. I did not got a good night sleep, I danced to her tune, when nobody asked me too. Tomorrow may be my last day, so few words as a ritual is a must.

One month from then, I had a hike, I am working on my clinet side in London, my inputs off the meeting were helpful to the client in restructuring. Chika was too in NY, working as a full time employee with my client, they were astonished to find out, such a talented guy was forced to leave and was not properly accommodated in Indian sub system. I, Chika and Kats (for you Catherine) also go to disc and a neighbourhood pub called Amzoos over here. Amit Still has not stopped telling people how I and Chika had fallen to gain favor from the client, from beginning we were knowing who she was.

Aj

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I am a tired man by the weekend. What better than to be at Pub 11, on Friday eve and have some booze? This ceremony was now an uncalled protocol for few of us. This was the only time we talked about our works with utmost honesty and let out our deepest of regrets (most often it was like this) and joy from work graveyard.

It uses to get more interesting when a new person joined us. The first day of carnation to the brotherhood mostly use to turn into an emotional one. People breaking down, getting high with alcohol, letting their anguish out for bosses, was to routine. Somehow we enjoyed it; this was the only few hours when we were ourselves. Some unlucky one was not even able to enjoy thy drinks as thy bosses have called them in on weekend. Forgot to tell, there were few newly married one too, who were now tortured by two, one enemy in office and other in bed (kidding friends I know you all love them). Few urban smoking chicks accompanying our Dear friends some time being refreshment to the discussion. A cursing gal looks little too out of fashion for India. Who else use to be there, man the DJ there was now our friend, and now he played the one cd I had given him ( Dreamtheatre and some those Halo numbers). Bosses and office is something all were comfortable with, but man’s nature you cannot predict. Crying for gals, crushes never ends up till they get married and destroyed. So we generally had a ritualistic Friday and we looked up for this day of the week.

Enough of back ground story, it all started off on a Friday. Most of us have gone through appraisal cycle and the mood was gloomy. In such times drinking takes its forefront and the guy who talked the most generally had the worst one. I was 3 shots down and started to open up, but few of the guys had even worst rating so I was shut down. Chika come in late with a gal and was having a shine on face as he had a rating of 5 /5. ( For those who do not know Chika, he is my best pal and with utmost regret I have to tell you, he got fired recently and still he had a smile. Wonder what DNA he has. He needs to be used to make vaccine for all of guys here). Well coming back to the rendezvous with Sheel (Strange name for Russian chick) but that’s what his father and mother may have thought off. She was tall and elegant and for sure not an IT geek. Chika was not good with gals and now he is with a blonde. Things were sure for improving after recession.

All the guys were blushing, even by 3 round down, the Danish courage that appeared has gone. How often they hang around with a blonde? Luck we had Aruna, to talk with her. I asked her for Vodka, but somehow that was not of her liking. Chika like always has not introduced his frenzo and she seems to be uncomfortable. Well but I was wrong, she has asked the waiter for a glass of matinee. Mystery and curiosity has started to creep in. For sure our day was spoiled; I still do not know Amit has fared in this appraisal cycle. After all we two have been rubbing it off from the school days.

……………………..to be continued...

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Someone asked me what you doing in Pune. I do not have any answer for sure. Today morning I bumped into this beautiful song after a long time. First time it made loads of sense. Let me share the lyrics with you, than we will follow some retrospection if possible here.

Ek Akela Is Shahar Mein Raat Mein Aur Dopahar Mein

Aabodaana Dhoondta Hai Aashiyana Dhoondta Hai

Din Khali Khali Bartan Hai Aur Raat Hai Jaise Andha Kuan

In Sooni Andheri Aankhon Se Aansoon Ki Jagah Aata Hain Dhuan

Jeene Ki Vajah To Koi Nahi Marne Ka Bahana Dhoondta Hai

Ek Akela Is Shahar Mein…

In Umar Se Lambi Sadkon Ko Manzil Pe Pohonchte Dekha Nahin

Bas Daudti Phirti Rahti Hain Humne To Theherte Dekha Nahin

Is Ajnabi Se Shahar Mein Jaana Pehechana Dhoondta Hai

Ek Akela Is Shahar Mein…

I do not in which context this song was placed in the movie. For sure it doesnot look like a geart break song. I think it suggest the life most of us are having these days. We are some kind of illegal aliens in our own world. Searching for the ones who can share the feelings, passions and thoughts. I think the way modern day jobs, society, city culture is developing, it is alienating the people. How many people you know out side work, for fact you do not even hang with those people you know from office once out.

Take yourself back to your native land, you will find so many people for company that you again can start complaining back, too many people around.

Every one is akela in this share, right now you have to find symbolic friends, like a book, a laptop with movies and music or a guitar, choice is yours that’s what you can find.

Whoever wrote this song must have been left stranded for sure, he wrote short and sweet. I may or may not be able to interpret what he has to say, but my view here are somewhere in context.

Regards
Aj

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