Naadaan... jaise os ki boond

The Castaway

2010-07-12T13:11:00.000-07:00

Infinite ocean. No life in sight. Blue everywhere. Eyes are green, curious and desperate. "Oh god! help me" John said to his heart. Gathered the courage and made a boat from the woods.One fine sunny day when wind was appropriate, he started sailing. He had enough of coconuts to keep him alive for a month. But he was not counting the days, rather he was counting the coconuts. He had to reach a land before his stock gets over. He had no idea where he was heading. All directions were same for him. He only has faith in his heart. Several days and nights of rowing and one evening he saw trees at a distant island. "Oh god! let this island have human beings" said he. The sight gave him energy. Energy to row twice as fast as he had done. By the night, he was there. He gave a shout to get the attention. Attention of birds? Definately not. To his disappointment he got none. He travelled hundreds of miles on water just to find another barren island. Sad.

Now let's analyse this story.
John moved from one island to another similar one. Was he moving or was it the world moving - he being at the same position, same situation?Did he waste one month of time and energy?
Well the answers are not easy one. But one thing is sure that this story corelates our daily life. We move but we don't know where we are heading. We give our best to chose the right direction, but we are never sure unless we reach there. And we do not know if this relative motion is our's or the world's.We try to move to greener pastures. sometimes we find it, sometimes do not. Is this something called the D word - Destiny!

Dreams...

2009-12-25T01:45:00.000-08:00

Few days back i had a dream while deep in sleep. I dreamt of the moments which I could not get in real life. It was ecstatic time while i was dreaming. Don't know how long it lasted. But I felt good after. As if god gave me some moments from his bag.

Thanks to almighty who gave us something called dream where we can have the moments which were never ours. We can live those moments which we couldn't gather in real life. We could sense the happiness that was only imaginative. Yes, this is the beauty of dream. I would rather refrain to call this halucination.

Some days later while enjoying songs in my iPod, I was browsing the songs as well. I came across a song from movie 'Guru'.

Couple of lines say everything. Here it is....

jaage hain der tak, hume kuch der sone do, thodi si raat aur hai, subah to hone do....

aadhe adhure khwab jo pure naa ho sake, wo khwaab need me pure to hone do...

Am back !!!

2009-10-04T11:32:00.000-07:00

So I am back after a long time. All these days I was trapped in a very dense project which was haunting me like anything. Working day and night monday till sunday for around 4 months, I was tired. I decided if this labour was to spend somewhere else then i would make more money and better name. this feeling motivated me to surf around monster, naukri and timesjob. A month later I found one and another month later I had to say goodbye to hyderabad.
It was 6th of Sept- a sunday morning when i sat on the cab to airport. The 40 minutes distance was full of scenes that floated in my memory. Some of them were these -

***Roaming at Central with friends
***Game of pool and snooker at New Food Court
***Char loogon ka char baze ka chai aur chiwda (the chaa... effect)
***Philosophical talks till 3 'o'clock with Ashu
***bottles down with Rohit, Ashu and Rajkamal
***Shakespeare water wala ke farratedaar english
***Rainbow ki chai
***Lunch time with Kashmiri flavour
***trips to smoking zone with navanish
***BB pe post and reply
***Salsa ke classes
***Lead Infy ka daur
***Tennis and Rafa outfit

The list will go on and on. It was hurting to say goodbye, but change is the order of life. One has to respect this constantly. So I had to move on. To a new place. To start a new journey. And i will call this new part of my life as "Mumbai local".

Is it predefined ?

2009-03-29T10:36:00.000-07:00

Some days back i had a very profound discussion with a dear friend. Profound because of the depth in the talk and its profound effect. It all started with a question put forward by my friend. Are all the actions and things that happen in this world pre-determined? If its so, then there must not be anything called free will.
Well the question sent quakes in me. Just because I have faith in god and believe that whatever is happening here is all directed by him and that too its already determined. We are only following the track already laid down by someone all powerful. We only see that we are master of our desires and we do what we want. This we call as free will. We miss the point that who is the master of our desires. Are we really free or are our desires driven by something else, the surroundings and the environmantal factors what we call.
Ok, lets agree for a time being that we are driven by some super power, then why still do i need to have my will. I should give up all things and wait for the future to arrive because anyway it will happen what has been destined!!! No, this is totally wrong and crazy. Eventhough every thing is destined still we do not know what is. We have to strech in all directions because we dont know which way we would find what we want. May be it is pre determined that I have to try 7 times and then 8th time i will achieve. This does not mean that I will stop after the first trial and say that if its in my fate i will get that.

My India

2009-02-26T09:10:00.000-08:00

Going to a developed country has its own charm, comfort and money associated. But the charm and attachment to it vanishes only in couple of days after landing there. The nostalgic feeling creeps into. When i am in india, the ugly things i see in a magnified way and when i am out of it the beauty gets magnified. why does this happen? well, probably because we all love to see the rain from window but when we are out drained by the rain, we want to be home as soon as possible.

There is no doubt that first world countries are places of courtsey. words like "thank you", "sorry", "no worries mate", "hi, how are you" use to be on everyones tongue all the time. Its good to hear these courtious notes. But then I start missing the "sab chalta hai" informality. I miss my well wishers, I miss the smell of soil, I miss the crowd, I miss the honking on the road, I miss all the happenings that I used to curse. This is nostalgia.

It was on 26th January that this home sickness grew further up. While India was celebrating Republic day, the same day happens to be Australia Day. Hence, it was a holiday and i was enjoying the movies on TV. I changed the channel and what appeared was a news channel showing the Australia Day celebration. On the occasion of this day, many people were awarded Australian citizenship. Among the names of those who received citizenship, i heard a name which sounded like an Indian. Though he may not be an Indian, or may have reasons to accept the citizenship, but I felt hurt. How can someone disown his motherland, if he has done so.

The nostalgia grew further and it vanished only after getting the mail that i am going to return back after a month. My India! now I realize that i am in love. Yes, i love my India.

Hiding in the dark

2009-01-25T05:51:00.000-08:00

When things are not going good
and situation is not as it should
I try to hide in the dark
waiting for the right time to bark

These are the times when I am lonely
giving me the oppertunity to see the world diferently
exploring the aspects which are not visible
but possessing the potential to become incredible

Hiding makes me a vivid spectator
and I try to find out each and every corner
Chatting birds, roaring ocean, candid sunrise
teach me many new lessons which are wise

Dark is not always bad
and pain is not always sad
because these are the times that tests my will
and proves to be a desired anvil

War within ...

2009-01-01T09:53:00.000-08:00

you dont get everything you wish in life but the happiest is the one who is satisfied with what he gets....
oh god! i wish i were satisfied...
But then other feeling swipes through the innocent grey matter...
the satisfafaction leads to the abrupt slowdown of flying dreams...
its this dilemma i have been entrapped into. This seems to be an universal and all omni thing, yet heart always beckons to other facets.
Why do i always fight with myself? Probably the most difficult battle.
Gladiator for a moment, yet for the life.

Life moves on

2008-12-16T08:20:00.000-08:00

life moves on and on...
like the boat in the mid ocean
propelled by the breeze of love
soaring along the dreamy curve

leaving the ripples behind
raising questions in the mind
those ripples are hard to forget
and the feelings that we never met

the birds, the aquatics
become the part for some kinetics
whom we never knew
become cherishable moments but are few

At the sight of distant island
anxiety grows again, but silent
with the hope to get a sion
life moves on and on...

Silent waters

2008-12-07T10:13:00.000-08:00

Terror!!! terror is ruling the time. Yes, this is the truth. How much we deny to show our solidarity and integrity but still we can't say that we are not affected by "them". Everytime they have come and created ripples in our tranquil waters. Everytime they leave behind questions to look into. We have been unsuccessful, so far, to counter their heinous desires.

The recent terror attacks have left many minds puzzled. Ascertaining one of those puzzles i came across a question - Why is it that after Musharraf getting dethroned the attacks have increased? Attempt to find answer revealed numerous other question marks.

Yes, its true. After Musharraf we have faced many more jerks than during his tenure. Is it because the Pak military is the one to control the terror attacks. But then why? - To get control back in their hands.

Why Pakistan has a dual personality trait; one way saying terror should end other way doing nothing to counter it?- Just because Pak govenment do not have control in their own territory. Pak govt is not the actual representative of its people. To be stable, the state should have the all powerful faction in power. And this is not the case in Pakistan. Army being one of the faction and at the same time the most powerful, is not in power always. This makes the scene of - say "alpha", write "beta".

Its the unstability of our neighbours that is causing quakes in our land.The more stable they will be, more silent will be our air. But the unfortunate is we cannot make them stable by our will. We can either let terror prevail or crush the epicentre. What our people do is their wish!!!

Attempt to understand management

2008-12-01T09:42:00.000-08:00

Today, we stepped into the last month of this year. One month more and we will see arrival of new year. It will be my fourth new year celebration after i stepped into the corporate world. Every new year I wished something and a part of it came true. My wishes are similar to everyone else's - personal and professional goals.But the things that inspire these wishes may be different.Professionally, my wishes have rotated around good workplace, awesome location, fat salary slip, more responsibilities.

I would like to highlight here about the last one listed - Responsibility. Well this is the one that has always been of foremost importance when job satisfaction is considered. And this germinates from the way we see things in the workplace - the way we see and percieve our leads, our managers.

I worked under diferent management styles. I would not say what is good, what is bad. I am a 'naadaan baalak' in this field, so i won't be prejudiced. I would only try to figure out how different managers would react in same situation.
Situation - Me as developer. Testing team finding a defect in the code. Code back to me for fix. Fix being a very complex one and includes implementing business logic, taking time.

Manager 1: Are you facing problems with the code. Lets sit together, we will sort it out.
Manager 2: Why the code is still not fixed? Try to close this issue ASAP.
Manager 3: Do you require any assistence for fixing this. I would suggest to take help from XYZ. He has good knowledge of this tool.
Manager 4: We were supposed to deliver it today. WHY ARE YOU NOT CLOSING THIS?
Manager 5: You got a proper KT on this technology, then why are you not able to solve this issue.

main shabd hoon...

2008-11-23T12:45:00.000-08:00

main shabd hoon
kisi ki khusi hoon
kisi ka dard hoon
kabhi pyaar ka izhaar hoon
kabhi kisi ki pukaar hoon
main shabd hoon...

hoton se nikle jo wo geet hoon
dil me bas jaye wo sangeet hoon
santon ke mantron ka uchcharan hoon
maa ka ashirvaad hoon
main shabd hoon...

khat me likh do to sandesh hoon
guru ke mukh se nikle to aadesh hoon
kavi ki main kalpana hoon
mann me bas jaye wo dharna hoon
main shabd hoon...

aankhon se jo baat ho wo main nahi hoon
ashruon ki pukar me main nahi hoon
pushpon ki bahar me main nahi hoon
dil ke prem me main nahi hoon
per in sab ka main maadhyam jaroor hoon
main shabd hoon...

What a dialogue sirji !!!

2008-11-19T11:13:00.000-08:00

love is god...
love is truth...
love is life...
Who said all these lines??? There can be examples that defy these lovely lines.

I recently saw a movie - The Holiday. Starring Kate Winslet and Jack Black among others. Character played by Kate is Iris. The prologue of the story reveals a one sided love affair of Iris, with the movie starting with an awesome dialogue delivered by Kate Winslet. The way the dialogue is written is great and i cannot stop myself to google this dialogue and copy-paste here...

Iris: I’ve found almost everything ever written about love to be true. Shakespeare said “Journeys end in lovers meeting.” What an extraordinary thought. Personally, I have not experienced anything remotely close to that, but I am more than willing to believe Shakespeare had. I suppose I think about love more than anyone really should. I am constantly amazed by its sheer power to alter and define our lives. It was Shakespeare who also said “love is blind”. Now that is something I know to be true. For some quite inexplicably, love fades; for others love is simply lost. But then of course love can also be found, even if just for the night. And then, there’s another kind of love: the cruelest kind. The one that almost kills its victims. Its called unrequited love. Of that I am an expert. Most love stories are about people who fall in love with each other. But what about the rest of us? What about our stories, those of us who fall in love alone? We are the victims of the one sided affair. We are the cursed of the loved ones. We are the unloved ones, the walking wounded. The handicapped without the advantage of a great parking space! Yes, you are looking at one such individual. And I have willingly loved that man for over three miserable years! The absolute worst years of my life! The worst Christmas’, the worst Birthday’s, New Years Eve’s brought in by tears and valium. These years that I have been in love have been the darkest days of my life. All because I’ve been cursed by being in love with a man who does not and will not love me back. Oh god, just the sight of him! Heart pounding! Throat thickening! Absolutely can’t swallow! All the usual symptoms.

Again I end up in a question mark...

2008-11-17T11:08:00.000-08:00

Let me tell you a short story. I was thinking upon something in the free time. I call these isolation times, isolated from the cobwebs that we weave in routine life. Ok, so the story goes like this...

Trapped in the depth of earth, there laid a diamond amongst coal bed. It was a coal mine. A miner digging the coal, excavates the coal and fortunately diamond gets a chance of worldly exposure.It finds a place in the grab of coal. But unfortunately the miner could not see its sparkle. So, here the diamond starts its journey. Passing from hand to hand and plot to plot, it reached to the hands of a laundry wala. He used to burn the coal and heat the heavy iron so as to make his livelyhood. One day he grabbed a bunch of coal and put those in the furnace. Among the coal the diamond also found its destination in the furnace. Thereby burning and producing heat like all other coal. The journey of diamond ends here.

Nature had groomed the diamond to become glory of some crown but destiny had some other plans for it.

The diamond travelled all through without being recognized. No one could identify it. Was it thier fault? Was it diamonds fault? Or Was this only a destiny?

Mirror World

2008-11-14T10:07:00.000-08:00

World is our reflection. Whatever you do, it imitates you. You laugh on it, it will laugh back. You frown on it, it will frown back. You love it, it will shower love on you.

Now, the question arises - Why do people sometimes hate world? Why people blame others? In an attempt to find the answer I tried to think in these lines.

The mirror does not shine always. There are times when dust settle on the mirror surface and makes the image vague. This gives an impression that the image is not as real and clear as the person himself. These are the times when destiny plays tricks. Everything looks hazy and we call these hard times. World don't seem as it used to be or rather - as it is. This renders the feeling that world is playing games and we start to question others honesty, integrity, kindness ...

But the nature has its own charm. Time comes when it splashes water on the mirror and wipes out all the dust.Everything now seems to be on right track. World is kind again. This is time when we realise - Tough time never lasts but tough people do.

In all the scenarios and transitions, we find that world remains the same, only thing that changes is the impression.

These books are awesome!!!

2008-11-08T12:46:00.000-08:00

I am not a five point someone
Neither do am an alchemist
I am a kite runner
with thousand splendid suns in my dreams

Dreamt of becoming god of small things
with the fountainhead of happy streams
But with my experiments with truth
the other side of me opened up ugly dreams

Hard times come and pass by
leaving behind David Copperfield to cry
But Rising Sun are only those
who have great expectations in their eye

So I try to Dare to win
and change the Rules of the Game in every shore
and reach The Goal desired
Not a penny less, Not a penny more

Header defined

2008-10-21T12:39:00.000-07:00

Some of my friends asked me how do you relate 'naadaan' with 'os ki boond'. I replied them that there must be something i sighted which made me draw the link. So in this post i will try to wirte down that link. lets see how good i can retrieve from the vague picture i had in my mind while creating this blog space.

Well, I have always given EQ an equal respect, if not more, than IQ. And i believe its the EQ that makes the difference while we try to figure out innocence. Say, a child. S/he is driven more by emotions than other forces. Under the infulence of emotions - love, affection, anger, sorrow - human gets closer to truth and hence innocence.Its the extreme of emotions that makes one a 'naadaan'.

The same extreme thing I see in 'os ki boond'. I would be happy to portray 'os' as 'aansu' (tears). The tears of sky sparkling on grass, petals, leaves. The tears emerge only when the extreme of emotion is reached - in either direction - happy or sad. When emotions cross a 'threshold' limit, the sparkilng pearls roll down.So, here a relationship has been drawn between the emotion and the dew.The dew being the result of extreme emotions of sky. Either sad because of the long sad night or happiness due to arrival of life giving sun rays. Hence dew has been reffered as one who is very innocent.

Too philosophical :)...

Well... so... i don't know i am making sense or not. I have only tried to put into words whatever was there in my mind when blogspot asked me the header name.

Look British, think yiddish

2008-10-19T12:30:00.000-07:00

I was reading a Jeffery Archer creation "Not a penny less, not a penny more". This book portrays a character called Harvey who is focus point of the story. Harvey has been described as someone very shrewd, cunning, intelligent and a rich guy.

In one of the pages Harvey has been said as one who follows the principle 'Look British, think yiddish'. This line caught my eyes and compelled me to google 'yiddish'. Though i was sure it has something to do with jews but i didnt knew much about it. Excerpt from what i googled ...

"Yiddish - A dialect of High German including some Hebrew and other words; spoken in Europe as a vernacular by many Jews; written in the Hebrew script.
The language originated in the Ashkenazi culture that developed from about the 10th century in the Rhineland and then spread to central and eastern Europe and eventually to other continents.
Yiddish is written and spoken in Orthodox Jewish communities around the world. It is a home language in most Hasidic communities, where it is the first language learned in childhood, used in schools, and in many social settings."

Coming back to the catchy line "Look British, think yiddish" throws a very good way of presentation skill of looking good and smart on the face but having all the circuits activated in the brain.Like the jews who have gained respect, wealth and land because of their intelligence.

Bye Bye Miss American Pie

2008-10-18T13:53:00.000-07:00

This is inspired by Don Mclean song "American Pie". I was listening to this song and thought came to create a story on these lines.

This is a story of an Angel
whom i met in New castle
while I was on a visit with a friend
to make the vacation a grand

she was very fair
and She had blonde hair
but she was too shy
and i called her Miss American Pie

I was enthralled by her beauty
And told her "you are pretty"
But she could not hear in the crowd
as the noise was too loud

So,voice played a cheat
But I thought that my eyes said "It"
This was time i lost my heart
in the mid of a lovely mart

Next day in a cafe i again saw that face
and ran to her as i am in a race
she broke out a laughter amidst silence
and this took away all my confidence

I occupied the next table
and thought if i can make a fable
But then arrived another man
and destroyed all my plan

I thought not to give the angel any bother
with the chit in one hand and heavy heart on other
I parted away from her way
without making any hay

So Bye bye Miss American Pie
You made my dreams fly high
But it was destined to die
and beneath the cross it had to lie

Meri pukaar

2008-10-18T13:36:00.001-07:00

After writing 'pavan vayu hawa', i thought to explore other trivial aspects of nature - birds, river, dew etc etc... And came up with a question mark...

Khel liya bahot lukka chhippi
ab saamne bhi aa jao saathi
naa lao is khel me aur toofan
ki tez hawa me deepak kho de apni jyoti

ardh ratri me chah chahate panchi
kah rahe hain hai andhkaar athaah
suraj bikher de apni garima
aur dikha sansar ko fir se nayi raah

Dariya ka wo kinara
jisne sailab me kho diya apna sarwasva
pukar raha hai - is jal ko koi de do panaah
aur lauta do mujhe mera astitva

Pushpon per bikhre Osh ki boond
suna rahe hain apni vyatha
main hoon diva ki aansu
aur dekh rahe sabhi meri sunderta

mera chanchal vichlit man
karta hai mujhse yeh prasn
ki kya yeh hi satya hai
ya hai yeh mera bhram???

main naadaan...

2008-10-18T13:22:00.000-07:00

Do you know writing love lines is most easiest thing in writing part. The reason i can think of is there are lots of romantic words available in all languages. Also while writing pyaar bhari shayari and kavitayien meaning is not so important :) its the melodious tone that leaves the effect. May be i am wrong or havnt had the real taste of love ;) Anyway my try here is to write something out of mind without thinking much of the meaning...If you enjoy reading this then my belief stated above is correct, or else i will have to change my view.... Feedbacks welcome!!!

main naadaan...
ishq ko samjha maine aasaan
yeh bhi naa socha yeh le lega meri jaan

main naadaan...
dil me daba ke rakhe hazaaro armaan
yeh bhi naa socha kya hoga iska parinaam

main naadaan...
kisi aur ke khat ko samajh baitha apna paigaam
yeh bhi naa socha kya hoga iska anjaam

main naadaan...
pehli baat me hi bheja mulakaat ka farmaan
yeh bhi naa socha isse ho jaunga main badnaam

main naadaan...
pyar me khoya maine apna abhimaan
yeh bhi naa socha ki duniya kahegi mujhe naadaan

main naadaan...

pavan..vayu..hawa!!!

2008-10-18T12:52:00.000-07:00

During my school days i hated reading kavitas and its panktiyaans. May be because we had to learn its meaning (what we called rattna). But after the exams got over i always liked going through the poems of Ramdhari Singh Dinkar and Ramkumar Verma. Creation of these two i liked most. The choice of words and the rhyme created appealed me.

Now, some days back i thought to try something in pure :) hindi and this was the result...

yeh naa samjho ki main haar gaya
durgam path se muh mod liya
main to hawa ka wo jhonka hoon
jisne neel gagan ko hai choom liya

meghdoot ka jisne aahwan kiya
aur megh ke ashroowon ka jisne paan kiya
us vayu ka main hissa hoon
jisne jan jivan ko hai saakar kiya

sagar ki lahron ko jisne yaowan diya
aur uske nirmal jal ko hai sheetal kiya
us pawan ka main weg hoon
jisne naukaon ko bin patwaar sagar paar kiya

Ghanghor van ke man ko jisne chanchal kiya
aur uske taruon ki bhasha ko madhur sangeet diya
us hawa ka main jhonka hoon
jisne hariyali ko hai saarthak kiya

Tammanna bench ki...

2008-10-18T04:04:00.000-07:00

It is said that 'Work is Worship', but sometimes you get a feel that the fun and play equally hold good. And there are times when you feel that fun is only life and work is all bakwaas :) . Though this is not true and neither friutful but in one of those moods i decided to create something. Something which shows envy towards the benchers :) ... here it comes...

Hey ishwar(PM)!!!
Project me bahut kaam kiya
Java - Oracle, bahut naam liya
Ab tammanna hai kuch aaraam karne ki
Hobbies ko anzaam dene ki
Tammanna hai ab bench pe aane ki

Swimming chhuta, snooker chhuta
Badminton - Tennis se nata toota
SQL quarry ne aisa ghera
sab taraf kar diya UNIX ka andhera
Ab tammanna hai wapas muskurane ki
Tammanna hai ab bench pe aane ki

Jab Ga raha tha wahan pe Shaan
Code me atki hui thi meri jaan
Ruk jaati hai meri life ki lift
jab yaad aati hai wo deployment ki night shift
Ab tammanna hai raat me chain se sone ki
Tammanna hai ab bench pe aane ki

A dard bhari love shayari.... :)

2008-10-18T03:47:00.000-07:00

The story is of Love at first sight. A typical approach of a Bollywood movie :)... What I tried is to write the lovers view after he falls for the first time and then desires for another meet.

Jaane wo kaun sa pal tha
jab tumhe dekha tha maine
teri ek darash pe
khoya sare sukh chain maine

Jane wo kaun sa pal tha
jab sirf tumhe pana chaha maine
tumhe pane ki khatir
zamane ko bhulaya maine

Us ek pal ki jeet ke liye
Hara sara jeewan maine
Waqt har zakhm bharta hai
per waqt ko zakhm banaya maine

My Shadow

2008-10-18T03:43:00.000-07:00

my shadow haunts me
questions and quizzes me
Why are you here on earth
puzzled, petrified i deny
i deny to reply

shadow tops its voice
you dont have any choice
you have to find the answer
ask your dreams, ask your desire
calm and serene i sense the dire

But shadow was dominating
refusing to disappear
that profounded my fear
and I replied back
Its for love that i m here

Suddenly with the first rays of sun
the dark night was all gone
The shadow disappear
what was left was light
and a divine answer in my sight.

aaj phir wo nahi aaye

2008-10-18T03:31:00.000-07:00

These were the lines I had written after waiting long for a friend. The thought flashed that what if a love bird waits long and does not see his mate!!! Lets try to explain his feeling... (No personal touch please :) )

intezaar ki is kathin bela me
ek pal ek sadi sa lagta hai
phir bhi aap naa aayen
to ek aur sadi jeene ka ji karta hai

yeh baat ek din ki nahi
yeh to roj ki kahani hai
aur jis kahani me aap naa hon
wo mere liye begani hai

aapke ek didaar se
mera din sukhi ho jata hai
per kaash aap samajh pate
ki mera sukh aapke naino se hoker ata hai

Oh God!!!

2008-10-17T14:16:00.000-07:00

Oh God!!!
why did you give me eyes
small, tiny sponges...
yet capable enough to bear oceans
Ocean of dreams and ocean of tears

Every sight brings a new plight
fire in the soul, desire in the mind
good are the times when dreams shine
but not always the time is mine
and the red exibits after every carnage.

Without the dream, there was a cozy nap
came in the images and turned to mirages
Then sprouts the desire to explore the oasis
but what comes in is the dune
so does the malady arrives

Oh God!!!
Do i need dreams to figure you?
Do i need eyes to see you?

Force behind this blog

2008-10-17T13:27:00.000-07:00

Well, I am not a frequent blogger, but recently I thought to take up this path and, as part of my first post I would like to write what made me write!!!
I have been writing since long but those were only limited to personal pages. And it was scene like "No trespassers please" :)
But with some inspirations, aura and charm that I passed by through, my appetite increased.
I got inspiration to write more and publish in bulletien boards of the firm I work in. With each post I realised that I was expanding my philosophical horizon. This aggravated my zeal to explore more and jot down each string. I started enjoying this writing and posting phase.
But the bulletien board has a constraint that older posts are removed (this is obvious), so the need to save a copy came up. And from the idea to save a copy of creations, germinated the desire to blog.
So here I am ......