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Thursday, April 30, 2009
Coming and Going……
It is the day and night relation……..
It is the happiness and sadness relation…….
It is love and hate for the one…..
Coming and going…….
I am talking life,
You have dreams, and then wake up calls,
You have food, and then too hunger calls,
I am walking life,
Coming and going…….
It is magic and then an ordinary moment….
It is tragic and then a glad moment….
It is her way and then yours next moment…
Coming and going……..
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Tuesday, April 28, 2009
I heard this line in a movie, last weekend “you got fear in eye, but you are not a coward.” When we started this blog, I had this fear in mind, but it was coz of a brave heart effort by all, we see such a day. Anyhow I too have lost the interest and the reason for this being many. I think the blog ended by two much vague and people are not able to relate to it. In place of readership going up, it kept on dwindling. The contribution two suffered under the pressure of churning more and more posts. I am putting this project on hold, will definitely come back on this with more energy and mind.
Who said that passion is infectious, it used to be deadly!!!
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Monday, April 20, 2009
Off season!!
Let me tell you a story, it looks invented from its content, but who cares, till you read it and get the meaning right.
Once there was an Ox, who worked hard in the village field, he had immense strength and had made a great name for himself in the village for his strength, but he was not happy, to him it still felt no one recognized his effort and he was marginalized and often commented that he ate a lot. Everything seemed day to day, till a Circus come to village.
It was glamour and fun for the villagers, for the next few days, the animal’s acts were amazing, but the fact behind the entertainment proportion was different. Animal were forced and tortured to do things against thy will. An Elephant on one leg was an act for all, but for him was a humiliating affair, tiger roaring and moving like a cat, he has already bought lots of shame to his ancestor. Same went for the others animals as well, who had a life good on canvas but behind were digging for fresh air.
Ox came to know about the plight of the animals, he had loads of sympathy for them, and he now feels himself to be better placed. Best of all, he has the freedom to roam in his masters field. He was content with the life he has, till he heard from some cows about the macho Ox from nearby village who fight and beat two burly Ox in a prized fight. Ox felt he was the strongest in the village and ladies’ praising some one from other village is humiliating and insulting to his gender.
He went to his master and told his feeling, master advised, yes you are strong and one of the best Ox around but you not trained all these years for fighting, you a farm one. He did not listen and persuaded his master to have a shot at this. Master agreed, ladies went ga ga ga for the heroic one.
After a month Ox was finding himself against another Ox in a big arena, thousands of watching eye. It was pride at stake and honor of man at at stake, as he supposed. Battle went for few minutes; he lost it easily to his counter. He was not good at all; battle left him in agony and pain, the worst of all he broke his hind leg.
Three months from now, the Ox is again working in the same old farm, only coz he got a kind master, as no one like a limping Ox doing work, Ladies has diapered for him forever, they always had been admirer of heroes.
What about the Ox, he has changed or he still do what touches his mind, he seems not to bother about world now I shall say, he feels he has a life left and he do best when he serves his master and eats his fodder on time.
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Friday, April 17, 2009
It is an epic battle, that was at best tried to be avoided and it promises for sure a bigger audience than in any place on earth. Predator has meet alien, and for sure such epic meetings are hard fought. Who will survive has to be seen.
I hope you people do not mind, but these are two circuses in offering as far as I am concerned. One comes back at show every 1 year and other is supposed to come back after 5 years but with these jokers burning down the house even before it is a month is now a common phenomenon.
Who you will vote for, who will you cheer for, I know you do want to burdened with such mundane questions, I also know you have switching loyalty. You are always on the winning side, like me. One question you may have asked for sure, what’s in for me?
The thing which annoys me the most is both the events are labeled Indian general election or Indian Premium League. No political party has an agenda that is of national concern, they just pounding on some kind of survival on the basis of regional influences. Indian premier league in RSA, and I really do not know what kind of regional support they will be thinking about when the whole format is absurd and is just a commercial ploy to rope in money.
I am from Chandigarh catchment and do not have any loyalty whatsoever to the team from that region, I may cheer Chennai, as I like Hayden. Point is whole concept is flawed, it will take years for people to emotionally bind to thy teams, you have to have kids playing in, who learned cricket with these franchises and rising up. Who cares as of now, money is what they all looking for.
Coming back to election, they were so insecure that IPL will over shadow the election, make them not support the event at all, and excuse being security. Guys the enemies of states have been striking as thy wish list, IPL or election, they do not care till some innocent people are not killed.
I am loosing the plot here as getting late to office, but guys I know you will be part of these events by compulsion of being an Indians.
Happy democracy in a Cricket Country!!
West00
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Wednesday, April 15, 2009
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Sunday, April 12, 2009
For whom you sing the love song,
Do not admit to me,
But I have seen you searching for the roses,
How many petals had your rose?
Yes my dear friend,
It is not color any more, gals go for,
It is number of petals the rose wore,
Odds have she will love you more than you,
If your rose had odd petals and even thorns,
Do not ask me the rational,
You already unreasonable, aint you in love,
Do not admit to me,
But I know you have searched for,
3 petals rose, with 4 thorns,
You searched and have not found the right rose,
Pluck some petals, cut some thorns,
You already unreasonable, aint you in love,
Do not admit to me,
3 petals rose, with 4 thorns,
No more stars and pearls,
A gal wants her rose,
With 3 petals and 4 thorns..
Do not admit to me………………………
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Truth and lie had confrontation every day,
Truth asked lie when will be your last day,
It seems yesterday every day,
Lie replied, “Dear truth how you can be so naïve?”
The day I tell you the truth that will be my last day.
That’s why I keep on telling I will end tomorrow.
It went on few more years,
Lie grew taller, truth was getting dwarfed,
It now does not seem yesterday every day,
Lie asked truth when will be your last day?
Truth replied “Dear lie how you can be so smart?”
The day I tell you a lie that will be my last day.
That’s why I keep on telling I will never end.
It went on few more years,
Truth died a natural death,
Lie died a year after from too much height in the given days.
It seems yesterday every day.
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Thursday, April 9, 2009
Bosses posses magic with their power of recall. I mean weapon of push/pull…that’s why i call them push/pull managers.They push poor mortal till late night or sometimes to the early hours of morning and pull them on Saturday/Sunday…with all of their magnetic power…which they have developed over the years…Even in front of most innovative excuse their power produce desired results..
Is their any way out other than Entrepreneurship..Yes…their is …We need to wait till we are trained in the same technique till next gen of poor soldiers come…who start on corporate ladder with dream and determination to overpower any challenge..and see us above them with our magic…
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Jayeen to jayeen kahaan, hum to idhar ke he haen!!
Khushi to bahut hae, lekin gaam ka bhi saaya hae!
Pucha aab taak saab se hae, mera kya wazood hae!!
Sabna mujhe yeh he baataya hae ….
Char din ke zindgani hae, usme bhi sade teen din ke mazdoori hae!!
Bache adhe din mein tumhe shikayyat or shikan hae!!
Ab na puchenge kisse aur se…..
Yeh aadha din he hamare liye kafi hae!
Hum bhi jaan gaye haen….
Jayeen to jayeen kahaan, hum to idhar ke he haen!!
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Tuesday, April 7, 2009
What’s your freedom?
My cat pawed one of the sparrow and ate it,
That’s my freedom,
My master cannot stop from being what I am,
The other sparrow flew to me and asked,
Why so much of freedom?
I liked the yellow colored birdy,
I caged her to be adored by me and my cat,
Sparrow gives us a freedom speech,
Why you took my freedom?
I gave her green chilly and asked her to be smart like a parrot,
5 more day she asked,
Why you took my freedom?
6th day she was a singing canary,
All she knew, her master gives her freedom to sing!!
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Saturday, April 4, 2009
I went through the last post and kept on thinking for hours something from reality I can quote here. I do remember a few incidents but not sure they will make an interesting read as the last post from Garg saab.
The train incident invoked a scene in my eyes from long time back. I was in my first year of engineering and was going home for the first time after 15 grilling day of ragging. The last bus to Shimla use to come at 12:30 am. We reached the station somewhat at 11:30 pm. It was a normal bus stop as you can find anywhere in country. Some of those 24 hours tea shop and few people on the bench waiting and some poor fellows sleeping on the floor. Hmm,What else I am missing here is the stinking smell around and some drunken masters roaming.
We were 4 in number and had been told by our ragging seniors to be bold and fearful in town, else will be ragged by the town boys. The reason for that was we had that peculiar faces now with jangu cut hairs and all of us wearing baggy pants, anybody living in that town can figure it out we were the lambs.
It was the start of a night we all cannot forget, we were going back to home after 15 days in a new place, and most importantly today we all can roar. Shanky has his own way to roar, he gutted some black drink and he was now the king of his time. We all too had our fun bit, had a nice dinner at Sharma dhaaba and entered the bus station as we had conquered the last frontier.
The show begun, we entered and were at our noisy best. Someone among us end up breaking a glass and it just end up waking up everyone. A few guys sitting towards the end of the terminal, jestered us to come there. Chika pointed out must be senior, but I was adamant they do not roam in city that late to rag, get loose of your fear, must be some city gooonies. A tall looking guy asked us which branch, I said whats you business man. I think he felt offended, but who cares we were in the city and would not let these city boys rag us. I asked him any problem mate, we are out of Towner and what is the issue. Surprise surprise surprise, one of our second year senior come to this guy bowing them his head and went to bring one more glass of water. Bad luck as I suppose, but before anything would have happened, a bus comes into the station steaming in. He let us go with a promise to meet in college where the ruler was for sure.
I think our bad luck had just begun; it was the bus going to Chamba and not the bus we were looking for. In 15 min it left and was nervous that senior guys will call us again, to our luck they have boarded the bus to Chamba, that’s why they leaved us. Shanky was missing by now, someone had seen him boarding the bus, I was fully convinced he was on his way to Chamba, he was always weak in geography and left these small boarding bus issue to me. Above all he was little drunk too.
What next, someone told us the bus today is not coming, next bus will be coming at 3:00 am. So we were one man down and 4 hours to wait. We were not worried about shanky as we know he can pull this one out, he already has been on a wrong bus before. At 1:00 am a gang of boys entered and they were drunk like hell. For a moment seemed like Engg. Student going back to college from home, so must have come to board the bus.
One of them, as I come to know latter in my stay in town as Jimmy was singing a strange song “ kyounke saas bhi kabhi bhau thi?” Had not heard about this till date, but he was stuck on this line and was kicking every beggar or poor denizen sleeping on the platform. They were local boys and were drunk, and above all were too much annoying. I was already pissed and now they were making this saas act. I was sitting on a bench when Jimmy ended up kicking a sadhu on stomach and asked him to leave his platform. I do not know from an instinct, I just looked into Jimmy eye with anger, he got freeze frame. My friends too had frozen as they were smelling a panga and knew how hot headed I was during those days. Jimmy I do not know had the fear of his life in his eye and I kept on starring into his eyes. His friends took him away and I too was escorted away from that place. I still do not know, why we people do not end up punching each other, all ingredients were right. I was not knowing why I lost my cuil, but knew it has given the sadhu a chance to slip back to sleep.
Even today when Jimmy and I talk about this, he never forgets to apologies about the incidence and says my reaction was due to the divine intervention of god. He had ended up kicking a holy man that seems to be reason of reaction. I think it was due to the frustration creped in due to the incidents of the night. But it soon was going to be fine that night. Shanky was back in some bus, as he figured it out that after one hour no one trying to pull his leg so he must be going in wrong way. He too had known Jimmy from some old reference, we guys end up hugging each other and Jimmy too was sober by now. All of us keep on asking, what it means “ kyounki saas bhi kabhi bhau thi”.
Our bus come at 3:00 am and some gals from medical college were there in bus, it stuck gold when one of them end up my tution mate, we end up travelling back to shi, playing anatakshri and sleeping.
It is still mystery what it means “ kyonki saas bhi kabhi bhau thi?”
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How can i forget that moment when i was going back from my hometown to Delhi to go further going down to the Oxford city of India. Trains were delayed due to the fogs in the month of Jan. To catch my flight i had to leave that train and find some alternative to reach Palam airport on time. So i left Kisan expess at a the small station of Bahadurgarh near Rhotak.it was not much crowded early morning at 9 am. While i was rushing to find some alternative and picking all my luggage to get out at this small platform, an unforgettable strange thing happened.
One Sardarji just standing on the other side of the platform beside a railway tea stall under a small shed..eyes focused on the paper..like alone in this whole world..this platform seemed too small for his type. Don’t know from where a stray ugly looking,hairy,medium size dog of some unknown breed was running ignorant of his poor existence between humans..although tortured, fed and used by same humans. Just coming like a unguided missile towards sardarji and can you imagine he just jumped on sarderji…and out of sheer surprise..sardarji became aware about what was happening around him…aware about crude reality that ugly dog was on him….to take little bite of his flesh….
Widely followed ahinsa philosophy in this country suggests that attacking first is not a righteous trait of living in the egalitarian society…even you can take 3 attacks before deciding your strategy of revenge....or you may wish that this ugly thing would be punished in the next birth with same force and terror by some unknown superpower of universe which has created us to strike a true balance between the mortals..or…may be last thing which could have crossed your mind is if you have strength,courage enough to take teeth for teeth in this world itself without asking for any divine intervention…it seems due to perpetual attacks on northern region of country…nature taught this thing in better degree to them..
Dog would seem foolish now and must have cursed his luck to attack on such a unfateful day…things took another crazy turn….Sardarji was quick enough to escape the jump of dog…and with a lightening speed grabbed dog from his tail…it seemed like magic how he was able to manage things so quickly…with dog flying in air in circles and his little tail supporting whole of his body…dog seemed so surprised with his cute face…that even he was not able to bark…his red, long watery tongue was out of his mouth..like he was also enjoyin g his luck in the hands of the sardarji….bold sardarji…with his red angry face…big eyes…big turban seemed like Mahakal (God of Death) to the poor dog..at that moment it seemed anything was possible for him with that courage & boldness
And the next moment dog was flying in air…guess what the sardarji did next….he just left the tail of the dog after 3 full circles…and the dog was trying to catch the ground with his legs in the air..and when he landed on the ground…his previous lion like roar turned into a mere myew-myew of cat…without wasting a second…dog just vanished from the scene..Sardarji handled situation so dexterously like an experienced hand on such kind of things..
I wanted to congratulate him as a curious watcher..but another journey to the airport had already started on noisy,pollution friendly auto rickshaw..
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Friday, April 3, 2009
Once there was a pond outside the village wall. There were lots of lotus flowers in this pond. This pond was inhabited by two frogs for the last two seasons. Village kids use to come to the pond every day, they played, swim and passed thy time with loads of fun.
Frogs earlier did not use to mind the kids coming and use the pond, but lately the kids have been growing in number and they had started playing in the pond for the whole day. Lotus too was not happy, as children end up damaging the flower and did not give them time to relax.
Frogs and lotus wanted to have thy pond back, but do not how to do it. The frog with white strip took their plea to the wisdom tree. Wisdom tree was the oldest tree in the forest and has been the advising elder to all the living things in the vicinity.
The tree kept on listening to the story and said you should be happy kids coming and playing with you. But the frog was reluctant to listen. The tree come to the conclusion that there can be only one solution to thy problems, he asked the frog to invited more frogs and lotus to grow more of its kind in the pond. Frog asked will the kids stop coming after that. The tree exclaimed yes, but you will come back, but that time I won’t have anything to offer you.
Frog come back and explained to his frenz what to do next. In a week there were loads of frogs invited in to the small pond; lotus grew more of its kind. In a week after that kids stopped coming there to play as they found it tough with so many users around.
One month went like this two frog and the lotus from early days were now unhappy as now there was more competition and regretted thy decision of having the kids go. The frog went back to the wisdom tree, to ask how to get rid off thy new problem. Tree showed helplessness and told there is no way back. Frog got agitated and shouted at the tree, blaming for all this. Tree was sill calm and composed. Frog in frustration was about to leave the place when tree invited him next day to come early before the sunset to know why he cannot help him now.
Next day frog come and was astonished to the scene he was seeing in front of his eye. All the kids from the village were playing with and around the tree. Tree seemed to be very happy and content. Frog went back confused but he had learned a lesson of life?
Well reader I leave it to you to figure it out what it was?
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Thursday, April 2, 2009
Old partner, no surprises here it is a movie/ i shall say a docu drama. Most of you not have heard about it, coz it is a Korean movie and in Korean title it sound as “ the sound of my cow’s bell”.
Why I am writing about this movie coz it is one of the most amazing real life story ever captured on celluloid. It is a story of an old farmer and his old cow, in a distant land. The devotion of farmer is unparallel, who refuses to trade his cow for a tractor. Story has one more character the farmers nagging wife.
The director of old partner wanted to capture a real life story of friendship between man and beast. There are instances in the movie, where you end up felling sympathy and somewhere you get your eyes numb. A farmer and his 40 year old cow, as partners. The scene in the movie where he went to sold his cow is the most touchy one. The farmer quotes to high for beloved that no one end up buying her. It seems he never wanted to sell her.
There is one of the scene in the movie when the cow fails to pull the cart full of logs, farmer took a part of logs and load on his back and start moving slowly along with his cow.There is no script no imagination bit, all that is captured here is truth.
The farmer wife keep on nagging him for his love for the cow, but the farmer never budge, but even a small sound from his cow, he give her all attention.
The movie is a cult classic at least for me, for its reality stuff and an honest attempt to portray an amazing relation.
People you can try some torrent search, if that's too hard for you, sear ch for this amazing story on net.
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