Sunday, August 20, 2006

All my bags are packed!!!!

So finaly the day has come and all my bags are packed and I am ready to go.Yes leaving early morning for Pune to start a new chapter in my life and I hope its a good and interesting chapter coz its gonna be a long one. I am off to my job at TCS and must wish luck to the ccompany too,but then they hired me so they should be better prepared. Anyways people say when you leave home for the first time there is a sense of nervousness, but to be honest I am not nervous. I guess it still hasn't sunk it yet that tommorow morning I am leaving home for sure. No one to give my early morning coffee, not sleeping on my own bed, not my own computer,my younger brother not there to trouble me, my dad's love and affection not there and most of all my world my mom not there for me. I am gonna miss all her great food, long conversations I have with her and most of all the concern and love I see in her eyes . So obviously I am going to miss my home and my family. But then I have to move on I guess and change is the name of life.So looking forward for it and hope Pune is fun. And bye bye Delhi ..........

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

Saare Jahan Se Achcha

"Civilizations have arisen in other parts of the world. In ancient and modern times, wonderful ideas have been carried forward from one race to another...But mark you, my friends, it has been always with the blast of war trumpets and the march of embattled cohorts. Each idea had to be soaked in a deluge of blood..... Each word of power had to be followed by the groans of millions, by the wails of orphans, by the tears of widows. This, many other nations have taught; but India for thousands of years peacefully existed. Here activity prevailed when even Greece did not exist... Even earlier, when history has no record, and tradition dares not peer into the gloom of that intense past, even from until now, ideas after ideas have marched out from her, but every word has been spoken with a blessing behind it and peace before it. We, of all nations of the world, have never been a conquering race, and that blessing is on our head, and therefore we live....!"(Swami Vivekananda)

Today I am reminded of a poem which for me will always be the voice of India in my heart and in my soul.Its a masterpiece by Iqbal.The poem epitomises the love for the nation and inculcates a sense of belonging to our dear motherland.Today is our Independence day and our march as a nation continues toward the dreams our freedom fighter saw. So the poem and its apt that I found this in the devanagri script.

सारे जहाँ से अच्छा, हिन्दोस्तां हमारा
हम बुलबुले हैं इसकी, यह गुलसितां हमारा

गुरबत में हों अगर हम, रहता है दिल वतन में
समझो वहीं हमें भी, दिल हो जहाँ हमारा, सारे...

पर्वत हो सबसे ऊँचा, हमसाया आसमाँ का
वो संतरी हमारा, वो पासवां हमारा, सारे...

गोदी में खेलती हैं, जिसकी हज़ारों नदियां
गुलशन है जिसके दम से, रश्क\-ए\-जिनां हमारा

ऐ आब\-ए\-रौंद\-ए\-गंगा! वो दिन है याद तुझको
उतरा तेरे किनारे, जब कारवां हमारा, सारे...

मजहब नहीं सिखाता, आपस में बैर रखना
हिन्दी हैं हम वतन हैं, हिन्दोस्तां हमारा, सारे...

यूनान, मिस्र, रोमां, सब मिट गए जहाँ से
अब तक मगर है बाकी, नाम\-ओ\-निशां हमारा,

कुछ बात है की हस्ती, मिटती नहीं हमारी
सदियों रहा है दुश्मन, दौर\-ए\-जहाँ हमारा, सारे

'इक़बाल' कोई मरहूम, अपना नहीं जहाँ में
मालूम क्या किसी को, दर्द\-ए\-निहां हमारा, सारे

Monday, August 07, 2006

Today I am hoping

The sparkles of a champange,
And a clear moonlit sky,
I have an angel in front of me,
And I am almost hoping to die.

My heart is pounding,
My mind is numb,
Does it always happen,
Or it's just me being dumb.

I want to see the sparkle ,
In those mesmerizing eye,
When I bow down before you,
Today I am really hoping to die.

When you said yes,
I can see a little tear in a corner of your eye,
It was more valuable than a pearl,
Like a lightening from the sky.

There is void all around,
There is emptiness inside,
Today I lie motionless,
Looking at the skies.

I can see a little tear,
In the corner of your eye,
It's still more valuable than a pearl,
Like a lightning from the sky.

But today I wana see the sparkle,
In those mesmerizing eye,
When I lie down before you,
And bidding you a goodbye.

So another poem, yes and another sad poem but this poem is an inspiration from a news I read few days back. A young man just got engaged and that very day when he left for home he died by a terror attack. So this poem is just the reflection of a dead man's mind who want to say a lot to the girl he is in madly love with.