So I am back...

First of all it feels awsome to be back home after two months and it feels even better to be writting on my blog after such a long time. But these two months in pune was nothing short of an adventure. It was fun and made so many new friends and learnt so much not just technical but also as a person. Details of few of the very special things I will write in my further post. Pune is a nice place and with the kind of people I met my stay was even more memorable. It was not just fun but I worked also even to my surpise .So from now on I will be in the city which I love so dearly Delhi,got posted to Delhi and thank god for that coz most of my friends got the place which no one wanted Chennai. So in that way I guess I was lucky. But I am gonna miss all those people who I met in pune and who add so much colour to my stay in Pune. Wheter it be trip to the beautiful Mahabaleshwar or wonderful time we had in out classes or the time we spent in the canteen or the movies for which we used to go out. I am gonna miss it all and cherish all this for the rest of my life. Before my training got started a friend of mine said enjoy it to the fullest ,these two months will be like college after college and he was so right. So from 30th of this month my real office life begins and also from now on my blog will not be dead .

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 ..........

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
सारे....

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,
सारे...

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

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.

Life and Dreams

Life always seems to be full of surprises and when I say surprises I just don't mean the pleasant ones. Few days’ back a realization dawned on me which has left me bit shaken. And to be really honest I don’t even know if I have the power to come out of this mess without losing a part of me. Few days back something died inside me, something good, something which has been a part of my mental set up from the time I remember. Was it painful, I don't know because if you ask me how I feel at this moment I have got no words. But it felt as if sand just slipped out of my hand, felt as if a mirror has broken into so many pieces that I can't even see my face in it. But for a guy who always thinks more from his mind than his heart it still is tough. And the worst part about all this is that no one has any answers to it, just no one. Someone once told me don't be scared to dream coz they do come true, but today I just don't know....

You are the heart
The heart of my soul
The soul of my conscience
The conscience of my life and its goal

I want to fly
But no matter how much I try
There will always be this distance
Can I ever bridge the sky?

My heart says can you feel the pain
My minds says time will change
But I don't know whether I have an answer
Can I be the same me again.

And to continue with the theme of surprises this is the first poem if u can call it so which I have written. I never thought I can ever write something which rhyme .So kind of really excited ..hey I have become a poet and it doesn't matter if its a bad poem...I am too excited for my first poem.

Love and me

So I already said its great to be back but i thought why not write about something about which I have no idea LOVE. And honestly now I am finding it difficult what to write.

I would rather have had one breath of her hair, one kiss from her mouth, one touch of her hand, than eternity without it. One.

Yes ,I know I love these kinds of lines,I love the boxes of choclate,I love the flowers infact I love anything that you can put in in the categeory of romantic, but do I belive in love ,my answer is quite simple and short NO. And its not that I have been hurt or have been heartbroken its just that the idea of loving someone to the intent of madness looks great in movies but in real life its tough to swallow atleast for me.Its not that I don't believe in any sort of relationship ,its just this word I have problems with .For me any relationship is just about understanding and trust . If you have that you are in a great relationship. Infact most people who know me well say things about me which sometimes make me think that am I the only one piece of this kind who is a non believer. I'll quote few things which few very special people in my life said about me. I'll start with the latest one a friend said I am too much of a cold fish to be in love.Maybe she is right maybe not ,but she did made me think.Another one which I was not able to understand much when i heard it first,it was something like this "You know what your problem is you give too much space to the other person in your relationships and never let someone close to you". I honestly don't get what's wrong in giving people their own space, I need mine and give that kind of space to the other person so how is it a bad thing still haven't understood. And my favourite remark when I said I don't belive in love ,its something like this "You know to fall in love you have to let yourself vulnerable and willing to get hurt ,but you have built this wall around you which just no one can penetrate . You seem as if you are with everyone and the truth is you are with no one".Honestly these line should be in movies ,loved the way they were told to me with utmost anger . So the people who know me well loves to change my mind , even sometimes my mom tries that too but with no luck. Some people call this escapism or being a coward but i just don't know . Am i scared as a friend of mine said from getting hurt I don't know . I have no answers to any of these comments and sometimes I do think of them coz they were said by people who matter . And if people call this escapism I call it being practical and this is me I know bit twisted ,but just being honest.
Note : This post is in no way a sweeping remark about love its just how I feel. I know lots of people who are in love and it might be few people who read my blog also feel to be in love so if anyone feels bad after reading this please that was not my intention. This post is just a reflection of a thought process which I myself haven't understood completely. So read it as funny interpretation of something serious by a completely insane guy.

It happens only in India

So it has been ages since i am on my blog...but this absence was kind of forced by the Indian govt. who god knows for what reason decided to block certain sites including the blogspot after the Mumbai blast, but thankk god some sense prevailed and i can finally blog......

Salaam Bombay

AN OLD WOMAN OFFERING WATER TO THE STRANDED COMMUTERS ON THE DAY OF THE BLAST

Yesterday horror struck the financial capital of India and all we can do was look in horror the grusome images of bomb blast on television. These are moments of traumma and shock for all those who have their near and dear ones in Mumbai.I have a friend and a cousion and thankfully I got to them very quickly.The day itself started badly with 8 people dead in bomb blast in the valley. But what happened In Mumbai send riples through the entire nation.The capital was also put on high alert and there was a sense of unease as no one have forgotten the 1993 Mumbai serial blast.As the news trickled in the western railways the heartline of Mumbai bear the whole brunt.Seven blasts leaving 190 dead and many hundreds injured.The city was under attack but as we Indians did during the Kargil war or the bomb blast in Delhi the Mumbaikars fought back in the spirit only we Indians can do.Strange people coming from nowhere saves so many lives and then vanish away in the hustle and bustle of Mumbai. There are so many stories of immense courage that it makes me feel proud.TERRORIST can kill people but they can never kill the spirit of INDIA.Lives are lost ,some dear and near ones gone forever but life goes on and no terror can stop us from doing that.You want to see the spirit, the western railways which had seven blast started working from the morning itself ,there was huge rush at the hospitals for the blood donations.There were so many people dropping people home as the western railways were hit.There were so many students giving a helping hand .So bring whatever you want we will fight back and fight back hard and at this moment my prayer goes out for all those who lost their dear and near ones.May god give them the courage and to all the mumbaikars "SALAAM BOMBAY". Your spirit makes me feeL proud to be an INDIAN.

Memory for life

Things have been bit crazy at my end , my mom got hurt on her right hand and had to undergo a surgery on the thumb. Nothing serious but then she will not be able to move her hand atleast for a month.And today I went along with her to the hospital for the dresssing of her thumb.I have always been one of those who hates the hospital but today when I went in and what I saw is gonna stay with me all my life.There is so much pain and so much suffering that I saw that it made me realize how lucky I am .There were people and lots and lots of them, each with thier share of pain.And it was not just people who were old but people of all age groups who were struggling . But then to my own surprise it was not the pain that stayed with me but the picture of immense courage which I saw in so many eyes. There were little kids really sick but then you can see that smile on their face which just touches your soul.And then there was this really elderly couple walking with holding each other's hand , this was so beautiful that I just can't put in words.And then there were family members fighting it out,cheering each other.These people who are common just like me and you but still are hero's in thier own way.
And apart from this wonderful experience I saw the most beautiful doctors you can ever imagine.I met them as they were treating my mom's injury. They were actually interns from medical college and were so scared of their senior doctor that I couldn't stop laughing.The doctor asked them few questions about some dignosis and they were not able to answer,reminded me of my really horrible viva's in college.I talked to them about my mom's injury and they said she is doing fine and I asked how was their senior doctor and they smiled and said is he strict or what .He ask all those questions which they never knew .They both were really nice and did I already use the word beautiful. So I have one good reason more to accompany my mom to the hospital.

Life is a.....

Life is a journey,
Whose path is obscure,
Full of difficulties ,hurdles
And temptations to lure.

It is a venture,
Tough to defy,
Being on the land,
Aspiring for the sky.

Few in the million,
Come in the limelight,
For rest plunge in the oblivion,
In the darkness of the night.

After hours of my demise,
I'll become a forgotton name,
Untouched by the stimulation,
Of rememberance ,honour and fame.

This poem is by probably the most die hard romantic I have seen, my cousion.He is a wonderful poet and i can bet a million dollors on that if I have them that is.Most of his poems if not all were romantic and were written for my wonderful bhabhi with whom he got married after going around for nine years. But this poem is quite the opposite to what he writes. I love this piece of his and it just happened that he wrote this while we both were sitting one evening.Its sad yet so true and I simply love the piece.