tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778525157439777092024-03-14T03:43:16.208+05:30The Lost WorldThe world I lived is lost in memories . And the memories is now changed to The Lost World ... the world that is lost for the world but the one i Still read and love and read on ...Deepak Guptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01325834382302237059noreply@blogger.comBlogger262125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777852515743977709.post-81668923717435032752017-03-10T10:19:00.001+05:302017-03-10T10:19:04.728+05:30Mehroomiyaa<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Waqt ke taraaju mein khud ko rakh ke sochti hoon ki kiss padav per la ke zindagi ne kiya hay ehsaan. Kehte hay ki her shaks ka ek likha huwa muqaddar hota hay , per aise kisi muqaddar ki aakansha rakhna aaj mere liye koi mayne hay ki nahi samajhna mushkil hay. Jiske liye zindagi ki dor chod ke jiski zindagi ke saath baandh li hay , aaj woh hi apne vyavsaaye mein itne vyast hay ki zindagi mein sirf mehroomiya hi reh gayi hay... aur yeh bhi achi hi cheez hay , jitni bhi udaas ker de per rehti to mere hi saath hay. Jab ghar ke saare kaam poore ker ke , bacho ki zimmedariya poori kerke , jo ki sirf aisa lagta hay ki mere hi hisse aa padi hay , pati ki zaroorat poori kerke dopehar ka khaana banate huwe sochti hoon .... ki zindagi mein kuch to hay , kuch to nahi bhi hay. Kuch jo hay woh kabhi kabhi meri mehroomiyo k saath mil ke ghoom jashn banati hay , maan lo kabhi mere per hass rahi hay aur kabhi mere saath. kismet se itne achi dosti nahi ho paayi hay abhi tak , woh ek ameeri ki tarah mere aas pass sabke dikhti hay per mere saath haath milane se bhi darti hay. Shayad darr hay usse bhi ki kahin mere se dosti kerke usko meri mehroomiyo se bhi dosti na kerni pad jaaye.<br />
Mein khush hoon apne bhare paani ke jaam , gareeb mehroomi , duniya ki satayi khamoshi aur sab logo ki nazaro se zaahir umeedo per khari na utar paane ki nigaho se. Kahin kuch ander hi aake bas gaya hay jo na jaata hay , na jaane deta hay. bacho ka pyaar to bahut mila per kishto mein , her kisht le jaati hay mere se mere is jeevan ki sabse keemti cheez - samay. Samay sabke liye sabse keemti hay , aur kabhi lagta tha ki mera bhi hay , per shayad samay ka bhi maap dand sabke liye ek sa nahi hay. Mere pati ka samay keemti, bacho ka nayaab aur mera kuch waisa hi jaise pichle hafte ka samachar patra , jo khoob saara ekatrit kerke bartan k liye badla to jaa sakta hay per khud bartan nahi ban paata.<br />
puraane akbaar se yaad aaya ki kitna bhi purana kyun na ho , kabhi kabhi keemti si koi khabar </div>
<div class="blogger-post-footer">http://deepakg83.blogspot.com</div>Deepak Guptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01325834382302237059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777852515743977709.post-72103977087690773392015-01-29T19:15:00.001+05:302015-01-29T19:15:36.212+05:30Pick Your battles ... <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The world still goes by Darwin's theory of survival of the fittest. The things have changed , the competition must have changed but the very basic nature's selection of the best remains the same. You might not know it , it there is , it always will be. Either you are slowly increasing in numbers or you are being put to rest. Some may call it God , some name it fate , for me it is just a passing moment. Who has and who will ever come back to the life and time , well no one will. It is similar to "People will forget the words thou said , but shall thy not forget how ya made them feel". The world multiplied in a hurry , and as after rally comes a pause . After every milestone comes a halt , we have to stop , take a break , refuel and run again. Instead of integrating your life over to the rest of world, let us differentiate ours from the others.<br />
The very basic rule is "birds of the same feather flock together" , and those who stay together , live together , live longer. Choose your friends , and be true. I have been best in making new friends , and at worst keeping them. I have not kept a good friend for over a period of year. The closest that comes is my family , who have been deprieved of me more than i can imagine.<br />
I have had not so good times in maintaining what was mine, or what could have been mine. I would be very wrong in saying , if i dare , i did not get what i was destined for, but here i am. I have a trophy , i have a few current friends , and i have a binder. The soul that never tires but always keeps on looking for its motive of existence.<br />
I am sure money is not one of those, neither is the fame or the friends , then what it is that we come here for. Are we any different from people we put in prison confided in four walls , or institutionalized . Well , I have for now made peace that nothing can come to you unless you desire for it.<br />
If a thing comes to you, you have really not desired , time for you to have a closer look , and battle it out. You choose your own battles , and the motives. One day you shall , and you will be selected in Darwin's theory relatively. That is for time to tell , but i can tell you one thing for sure, no matter what happens , you Pick Your Battles , but always stand by with your friends. They are just the best chance you got and vice versa. help you help yourself .<br />
~dg</div>
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All of a sudden it comes to you, right in front of your eyes. It always was there. It always will be. Try looking beyond horizons or towards the farthest greener grounds. Try the most majestic thoughts you got. Try making the pocket green , try making the world green. Try to change it , try it a now. Did you try ? Was it a success . Try it a bit more , push it an inch deeper . It works. that one extra step , that one final effort , that one last time always work. It always was there. All of a sudden it might come to your realization, but it was never away. </div>
<div class="blogger-post-footer">http://deepakg83.blogspot.com</div>Deepak Guptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01325834382302237059noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777852515743977709.post-30349854179219515122014-01-27T21:50:00.001+05:302014-01-27T21:50:59.122+05:30Soch raha hoon <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Soch raha hoon ki sochun ya nahi, ya soch ke bhi unsuna ker doon. kuch darakhte hai jin per teheniya nahi hai , per patte fir bhi aa hi jaate hai. kabhi un shakhaun ki ahemiyat khud khatre mein padne si lagti hai ... per kahan huwa hai guzara kisi ka paani ke bina . kuch pi lete hai kuch aur hi payy , per jo ehsaas anant vishaal samander ko dekhne se aata hai, woh kahan kab ek nadi bujha saki hai pyaas.<br />
mein bakhuda nahi, bewafa nahi, beinteha aur samander ki tarah beshumar bhi nahi , per kahin to bekhudi ne khud beizzat kiya mujhe. Sapne zyada nahi hai pass mere , per kab muthi bhar khwahisho ko aasman mila hai . jail ki chaar deewao mein bhi udte honge sapne , per kahan rooh ko jism se azaadi milli hai. sadhu sant kehte hai ki jeevan kaal ke baad aatma alag ho jaati hai is nashwar shaheer se, to kya chali jaati hai soch bhi uske saath. mujhe nhai lagta ki itni bewafa hoti hai aatma , ki zindagi bhar rahi jiske saath usse chod de. fitrat aatma ki nahi hai imaan si. soch raha hoon ki pooch loon apni aatma se ki kya mere sath hi rahegi hamesha. shaadi hoti hai do roohon ka milan , per kya mere saath hi rahegi. kabhi to kahin aisa lagey ki chalega mere saath, her kadam her safar her manzil per. bharosa mujhe hai khud per , aur us per jo rooh ka hai saathi, kya aisa ker de ki ek hi ker de rooh, per fir jism ki bewafayi dimaag ki upaj hai. <br />
Soch raha hoon ki sochun ya nahi, ya soch ke bhi unsuna ker doon ki kya hai manzil is jeevan ki, ki raah alag hai raaste se. samajhata rehta hoon is dil ko , per kab dhaan ke khet mein aam nikale hai. kahin se fir bhi kuch to ajeeb sa hote rehna hi sabse badi samasya bhi hai aur hal bhi. kahin paani ki boondein man ko tript ker deti hai , to kabhi mitti ki khusboo aatma ko , fir bhi aaj darte hai baarish ein bheegne se aur mitti mein khelne se . kahin to kabhi to kuch aisa bhi ker de ki jisse na khushi mile and sukoon. kuch kaam aise bhi ho jo kerne hai sirf kerne ke liye, kyunki sochna bhi zaroori nahi, fir bhi soch h raha hoon mein .</div>
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zinda rehna zindagi nahi , zinda chalti roohein zindagi nahi ... saansein to chalti hi rehti hai , saanso ke tham jaane se zindagi kam nahi ... Zindagi woh ek lamha hai jisse jeene ke liye hum apni poori zindagi laga dete hai ,woh ek khoobsoorti hai jo sau saal ki umar ko bus us ek pal mein jad deti hai jab hum muskura dete hai. ek aisa ehsaas jo ho ke bhi nahi hota, aur jo na ho ke bhi kabhi saath nahi chodta. ek doosre ka saath dene ka ehsaas, kisi ke sapno mein roz aane ka ehsaas , kisi ki zindagi ko sapno se bhi haseen ker dene ki soch ka naam hai zindagi.<br />
Zindagi us ek se na rukti hai na chalti hai, per jiske liye kabhi tum khud kahin ruk gaye to dosto woh hai zindagi. Apne aane jaane se shayad hi kabhi kisi ko farak pada ho, per jis din yeh jaan jao ki kaun dekhta hai raah tumhari her din subah, us ek nazar per sab nazreen ker dena hi zindagi hai. Aasan hai bahut ki kuch na ker ke, jaise ho waise hi reh ker waise hi chalte firte kaat lo apne din mahine, per fir us zindagi mein aur maut mein kya anter hai. Ek taboot ke ander hai aur doosra bahar. Khud ke liye jeena zindagi ka saaransh hai, per jis din apni zindagi ka woh sabse haseen pal kisi aur ko de do to ho jayega woh her ek pal se alag. ek aisa ehsaas jisse jee ker tum bhi keh sakoge ki haan, zinda bhi hoon aur jee bhi hai meine zindagi. </div>
<div class="blogger-post-footer">http://deepakg83.blogspot.com</div>Deepak Guptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01325834382302237059noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777852515743977709.post-80964600535784615192014-01-02T21:25:00.002+05:302014-01-02T21:25:57.666+05:30Jawab ... <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
aaj unhone jab subah savere yaad kiya , to bhej diya humne ek gulaab unko. Gulaab paa ke phool ki uttejna muskurat mein badalti huwi mere se poochti hai , ki kaise bhej diya aaj ek gulab unko,, jabki saalo se ek patta tak nahi bheja. ek bheeni si muskaam ke saath humne bhi keh diya , ki waise to phoolon ko phool bheje nahi jaate, ki dono mein se kisi bhi jaati huwi muskurat dekh nahi sakte, per aaj man kiya to bhej diya. Jawab sun ke muskurati si bholi boli apne se ki jawab to pasand aaya , aur muskurati si rahi. kya jaanti thi woh pagli ki jawab jab khud jawab maange to kabhi kabhi sawalo ke pass jaana padta hai , waise to mein khud hi talaash leta hoon apni manzil per aaj sawaal se poochne ka man tha , to pooch liya.<br />
jawab her baat ka ussi jawab mein ho , ya sawaal se bhi mil jaaye zaroori nahi. Aksar jawab hota hi nahi, bus ek talaash hai , jiska koi ant nahi. sawaal bhi apni raah se bhatka huwa woh musafir hai jisse her padhav per ek manzil ka ehsaas hota hai , per jaana hoga usse fir nayi bhoj per. jawaab hai nahi kahin kisi ke pass. her cheez shunya per aake smaapt ho jaaye aisa zaroori nahi , humne cheezo ko apne charam per bhi simate huwe dekha hai. ambar jo saalo se jawab dhoodh raha hai dharti se , kya mila kuch usse. ek kshitij per milne ki khwahish uski sadiyo purani , ek dharti ka man jo usse jawab hi nahi deta. surya ke praskash mein sawaal to ker leta hai amber per kya samader mein apni chavvi dekh ker uska man nahi kerta ki choo loon ek baar.<br />
kuch baato ka jawaab nahi hota , kuch baatein hi jawab hoti hai. tum humse na poocho ki kaise hai hum , tumne jo soch liya poochne ke liye to jawab apne aap, aap ke pass aa gaya .</div>
<div class="blogger-post-footer">http://deepakg83.blogspot.com</div>Deepak Guptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01325834382302237059noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777852515743977709.post-59946773788439667312013-12-19T09:32:00.000+05:302013-12-19T09:32:58.060+05:30Yaad aayi <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
kabhi sochta hoon to tu yaad aayi ,<br />
kabhi nahi bhi socha to bhi tu hi yaad aayi, <br />
yaad mein bhi yaad tu hi aayi,<br />
aur bhoole mein bhi yaad tu aayi.<br />
reh gaya kahin mera ansh kuch,<br />
to usme bhi tu yaad aayi ,<br />
kabi mandir ke deep mein<br />
to kahin deep ke ansh mein yaad aayi,<br />
kahin pankaj ki khusboo fhelati bhavna mein yaad aayi,<br />
kabhi mandir mein kabhi vidhyalaya mein ,<br />
kabhi khud mujhe mein tu yaad aayi.<br />
ab yaad nahi kahin kuch bhi aur mujhe,<br />
per meri her aarti mein tu yaad aayi,<br />
kabhi mere bharat ke kaushal vartmaan mein ,<br />
to kahin om ki sampoornta mein yaad aayi.<br />
kabhi sochta hoon to tu yaad aayi,<br />
aaj dekhta hoon to tu yaad aayi.<br />
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<div class="blogger-post-footer">http://deepakg83.blogspot.com</div>Deepak Guptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01325834382302237059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777852515743977709.post-89387987631867765022013-12-02T21:22:00.000+05:302013-12-02T21:22:23.131+05:30Itna bhi nahi hoon <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
mein itna bhi nahi hoon , ki ho ke bhi na hoon. kuch itna sa khwab hai ki jo bhi woh hi rahun. kahin kabhi kisi mod per kabhi kuch mila ya nahi , kabhi kuch paaya to nahi, fir bhi sab kuch kho doon itna nahi hoon.<br />
Sahensheelta hai bahut mujh mein ki sab himalya ki god se aayi hai, bade toofano ko jhel ke chala jaata hoon , hazaro seene mein daba rakhe hai , kahin se koi bhi chot nahi pag paati mujhe kabhi , na badal paar ker paate hai na kholta jwalamukhi bhed paaya hai , per imaan per uthe ek bhi sawaal ko bardaasht ker loon, itna bhi nahi hoon.<br />
Sabar bahut kiya hai meine is samander ki tarah , shankh, moti deep aansu sab khota hi raha, kabhi leher lag gayi kinare per, kabhi ek kona hi choot gaya , to kahin mere ander se hi koi bahar ki duniya ka ho chala, sabko sab kuch de doon per deke bhi roya nahi , itna nahi hoon mein. <br />
Sthir hoon dhara ki tarah , kya kuch nahi diya rehne walo ko. kabhi anaaj kabhi khaana kabhi rona to kabhi roti , per ghoom ke jab woh hi seene mein khanjar daal nikaalna chahte hai mere dene se kuch zyada, chup chaap apna sab de doon aur palatke vaar na karun , itna bhi nahi hoon mein.<br />
faila hoon aakash ki tarah , dekhta hoon her us cheez ko jiski apeksha bhi nahi , kahin kabhi koi jeet raha hai manzar bade, to kahin hai haar ki maar , kahin hara ke aagey badh raha hai manush sabko, kahin jalate deep mein unnati hai, per jeet ki khushi mein dost jab doosre ki peet mein daalta hai maut, bina roye khoon ke aasu yeh dekh loon , itna bhi nahi hoon. <br />
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Believe , belief , trust , reflections , shadows , mirrors , friends .<br />
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Getting out of bed and looking directly in sun, no fear of blindness, no inhibitions of what will follow, no matter what will happen. The sun has been shinning for billions of years, but today neither eyes are going to shut nor sun is going to set. A cloud came in between to break the truce, and the eyes still pierced through the clouds. It was water all around, flooding the memories. The boat sailed across the ages , from the time when school was a pain, to point when the greatest challenge was how not to make it to school for love of a movie. The friends who came across and took us from that life to the new chapter, as the pages of book turned into paper so green. The boat stuck a tree with the force so immense that the world twisted. Flooded emotions took me places, the green turn red, and things fell out of place. I did not. I looked up and held my eyes to the sun, dared to move it. The sun shone hard, I stared harder. The sweat filled up glasses, but thirst took its turn. I toppled each milestone but the destiny never met. I looked places, met strangers and ignored friends. It was a belief that I will achieve it , the trust of finding it now. Determination can bring down Gods, but mine was missing. The boat sailed across from river to seas to the huge ocean. The waves were big and huge, and no land to be seen. There I saw another, same as me , and then a few more. I extended mine and so did the other. We made a big boat together, and adorn it with love care and happiness. I continued to dare the sun, when a comforting feather touched my shoulder and I melted in it. The sun was jealous this time, he burnt brighter. I was with my life and he lives in shadow of his past , all alone. I made friends with him since, and we talk each other, I hope he finds one hand as I found mine. </div>
<div class="blogger-post-footer">http://deepakg83.blogspot.com</div>Deepak Guptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01325834382302237059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777852515743977709.post-67498691725661358882013-07-06T13:34:00.000+05:302013-07-06T13:34:00.238+05:30Dahleej<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
chali hoon laanghne mein ab is maryada ki seema , kahenge kuch log ki galti meri hi hai. kahin kabhi to koi sira na diya usne, ek umar ho chali , ab to haath bada de. kasmein sunne mein to achi lagti hai per ger hoti bhookh shaant unse to shayad ruk bhi jaati. Raaste bhi alag hi nikale , dost bhi nirale. sirf ek doosre ke dil ko chod ker kuch bhi to aur mil na paaya humara. baat sawal ka nahi , jawab ka bhi nahi , baat us jawab ka hai jiska sawal hotho per to aata hai tumhare per kabhi meri kaano tak pahaunch nahi paata. prashan hai bahut tumhari aankho mein , per sahara na de paaye kabhi mujhe apne kandho ka. jab samaaj mein utha raha tha her koi ungliya. jab thi sab tumhare gharwalo ki barsaatein mere bin chatt ki ghar per, kyun nahi mil paaya tum mein woh tinke bhar ka sahaas ki keh dete apni hi janam dene wali ma se ki hai , hai meri ek dharam patni aur rahega bandhan atoot, ki nahi hai iski umeed ki deewar bin barsaati . kaash de paate tum kuch sahara aur bach jaati dahleej humare ghar ki . </div>
<div class="blogger-post-footer">http://deepakg83.blogspot.com</div>Deepak Guptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01325834382302237059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777852515743977709.post-47707613766470525812013-07-02T05:09:00.000+05:302013-07-09T20:04:16.657+05:30be-noor<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
chamchamati huwi , jhilmil si , sitaro si is duniya se kahin door milti hai be-jaan se , be-rang se , ghissi huwi si ek fati purani si zindagi. jo padi huwi hai satrangi chaddar lapete ,Jhaankti huwi us jharokhe se ki kahin mile ek andhkaar ki kiran jissko sahej ke door ho chale woh rang badalti rooho se , jahan shaanti mein mile usse aman. tez aur roz roz badalti zindagi ke noor se pareshaan , chahti hai ki koi usse pehchaane na , ki kahin kisi tarah bach bachate nikal jaaye. Kisi tarah koi to aisa upaye ho ki stabdh ker dene wali roshini se door jaaya jaye ,ki na pehchaane uska naam aur is mashoor si duniya se be-noor hi vida ho jaaye. </div>
<div class="blogger-post-footer">http://deepakg83.blogspot.com</div>Deepak Guptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01325834382302237059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777852515743977709.post-85495763240752390632013-06-10T11:13:00.004+05:302013-06-10T11:13:41.002+05:30ashaanti <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
yudh , kohraam , shor , shool , sanaata .... kahin se kisi bhi baat ka samajh na aa paana , kyun nahi ki koi maan paata meri kahi , kyun kahin mein is duniya ke gol swabaav ke saath seedha chal nahi paata , kyun aisa lagta hai ki meri manzil alag hai tum se. kyun kaise tum her cheez se adhoori rehti ho, aur mein her adhoori cheez se poora , kyun tumhe chot se dard hota hai aur mere nasoor bhi sookh chuke hai, kyun khalbali mach uth padti hai kabhi is duniya ke riwazo se , kyun pade is shaant se samander mein aa jaati hai lehar vishaal. kyun lagne lagta hai ki roshini se darr nahi per andhera mera hum saya hai, kyun bikhre huwe is jism ke her ek ang se nayi jeevan ki taraf kadam badate huwe is rooh ka lashtar poora safed hai. kyun mere pass do takshak hai aur teer ek bhi nahi , kya karun in do mayano ka jab talwaar ka kuch pata nahi. jaise thaam bhi loon kabhi in haatho mein woh khooni khanjar bhi kya hi bigaad loonga , na mein yodha na hi kalakaar, apne mein sampoorn apne mein khush apni hi hasti mein madmast mujh mein is duniya ke rang ghusne ki koshish ker rahe hai. sambhaal ke rakha hai is ashaant man ko is ashaant duniya mein . darr hai ki kahin is ashaant satrangi aatma ko is badrangi dunya mein na mil jaaye shaanti .... </div>
<div class="blogger-post-footer">http://deepakg83.blogspot.com</div>Deepak Guptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01325834382302237059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777852515743977709.post-85165782273377643792013-06-09T04:44:00.001+05:302013-06-09T09:19:24.934+05:30Rishtey<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Bharosa , dokha , samajh, sahuliyat , majboori , nadaniya , bachpan , dosti , saath , chot , marham , sahyog , safar .... <br>
Paani ke bulbulo se naazuk rishtey jo milte to humse virasat mein hai per sanjo ke rakhne mein umar guzar jaaye, kahin rishtey marhum ka kaam kerte hai to kahin her dard ka kaaran. kahin koi rishta zindagi bana jaata hai to kahin poori zindagi ki kamayi khatm ker deta hai. Kuch rishtey mar ke bhi saath dete hai kuch marne tak to kahin kuch marwa hi dete hai. Rishtey bure nahi, na hi rishtedaar per fir bhi duniya dosti ko rishtey ke upper rakhti hai. woh hi shaks jo ek acha dost hai woh ache rishtedaar nahi hai, kyunki badh jaati hai zimmedariya rishtedaar ki. Nahi bhi pasand agar koi insaan to bhi rishtedaari ka lihaaz kerke dhona padta hai uska bojha. Kahin ek sapna sakaar kerta huwa rishta to kahin bikhre kaanch per chalne ka naam hai rishtey.<br>
Jaise hote hai hawa ke gubbare , ek choti si chot aur phoot jaate hai. Jo zindagi ke maidaan mein is foolte rishtey ko sahej nahi sakte , aksar hava mein ker dete hai in rishto ko.Sirf tumhari khud ki baat nahi hai, kyunki saamne bhi ek rishta hai. Janam se bane kuch rishte , kuch khud bana liye. Kisi ko bhai banaya kisi ko bahen to fir kisi ke saath guzaarni hai zindagi. Kahin apne sage nahi ho paate to kahin anjaan bhi sage ho jaate hai. kabhi kisi ki choti si baat us sui ka kaam kerti hai jo bade se bade gubbare ko fod sakti hai to kahin badi badi chot bhi gubbare ko hila nahi paati. <br>
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Kahin hai aag ki chingariya , haath jalte bhi hai khelte hai to kabhi maza bhi aata hai. Zindagi ko dilchasp banate huwe bharosemand hai yeh rishtey. Kabhi chalak jaate hai paimaane se to kahin pyaasa chod dete hai. Maksad jeene ka kuch bhi ho rishtey woh kadwi dawa hai jo zindagi mein jeene ka aina dikhate hai. Kabhi kisi safatla per jalta rishtedaar to kabhi tumhe unchayi tak pahauchata ek rishtedaar. Saja ke dekhein agar hum holi ke rang ek thaal mein , to diwali ke pathake to kabhi rang to kabhi aag hai rishta. kabhi jeene ka sahara to sahare per laata jeena .... <br>
<br>article pending completion </div>
<div class="blogger-post-footer">http://deepakg83.blogspot.com</div>Deepak Guptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01325834382302237059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777852515743977709.post-88601612191712759592013-06-06T06:43:00.000+05:302013-06-06T06:43:14.374+05:30Bandhan <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
saat phero 4 haatho aur us ek agni ko saakshi maan jo kadam badh chale amavas ki raat mein kabhi to poornima bhi dekhenge. kabhi to us aag ki chingariya mere aanchal ko jalana band karengi , soch tha ki jagmaga jayegi zindagi apni uske ek saath se , socha tha ek aur ek gyarah ho jayenge , kya pata tha ki woh ek bhi kho sa gaya. Socha tha meri rago mein daudega tera khoon, mera khoon nikaal ke us itcha ko poora to kiya per apne tareeke se. saath jeene ki itcha prabal thi, kab usme se jeena nikal gaya samajh hi na aaya. kamzor to nahi thi mein, per kamzori ki aagosh mein kab aa gayi yeh bhi samajh nahi aaya. jab tar tar ho gayi rooh meri, aur bikhar ke reh gaya wajood mera, jab mein aaine mein khud se nazar na mila saki , to ehsaas huwa kamzori ka. kam nahi thi kisi se per kami kuch to reh gayi. kehte hai ki saare kaale kaam ratri mein hi hote hai , laazmi hai shaadiya bhi ussi prahar mein hoti hai.<br />
mil gayi thi mujhse meri purani ek yaad , satrangi si thi, muskurati si , khilkilati huwi poochi merese , ki kyun kya ho gaya. tum to na badli , to waqt kaise badal gaya. Samjhaya usse ki zaroorat hai , theek ho jayega sab, abhi to shurat hai umar padi hai samjhane ko. yaad mera peecha hi nahi chodi ,boli ki agar zindagi ki hi hai baat to kyun hai naraaz tera saath. kya kami reh gayi thi ya sirf maatr ladki ho jaana hi mera gunah tha. Mera gunah tha bada itna ki chahti thi pehchaan apni, aur uski farmaish ki mita de hasti apni. hasti mitana aasan nahi , koshish ki meine. Koshish mein khatm ker diya ateet, bhula diye dost aur jaane diya apne kaam ko. apang ho ke reh gayi , tukdo ki mohtaaz , khaane ke nahi pyaar ke. Latchaar thi pyar ke liye , per zindagi mein jo chaiye woh milta kahan hai, kisko hai, mili sirf nafrat, gaaliya aur dande. Uth ke ek din socha ki latak jaun pankhe se, fir socha ki agni hi to thi. jab sahej na paayi riste ko to riste ko chada diya pankhe per aur nikal aayi mein aazad usse bahar.<br />
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ab emin hawa mein saas leti hoon, meri rooh wapas jud rahi hai , meri zindagi wapas aa rahi hai, dheere dheere mera aks mere mein sama raha hai. aag se ab darr nahi lagta, paani mein doobne ka dar bhi nahi, baarish mein khelti hoon aur khul ke holi khelti hoon. naye rang banati hoon ,nayi aasheyein sajati hoon , mauka lagey to naye dost bhi. ajnabiyo ko muskura ke dekhti hoon, zindagi ko kaise jeete hai seekh rahi hoon. waqt lagega thoda per jeet jaungi. is baar apne liye , bus apne liye .<br />
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<div class="blogger-post-footer">http://deepakg83.blogspot.com</div>Deepak Guptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01325834382302237059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777852515743977709.post-4772764548457343002013-05-17T23:07:00.000+05:302013-05-17T23:07:26.071+05:30chehra <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
muskurata sharmata chamakte chand ki yaad dilata , raat ki kaali badri sa kaajal , gheenu ke sunhere rang sa chamakta ,uska ruhaani chehra . jitna hi dekhta hoon utna hi sochta hoon ki kuch to kahin to kaise to kuch bhi to kerke us shrishti kerta ne apni khwahish ko anjaam diya us chand ko taraashker.<br />
shankh jaisi aankhen jo khud ek sur mein apni dastaan bayan ker deti hai , waiz ki sab dastaan wahin ki wahin ruk jaaye , aur jin se bhi nazar mile woh nazarein fir kahin aur na jaaye , insaano mein milne wali pariyo ke nayan ki yeh adbut samaanta hai, inhe sawara nahi gaya, sajaya nahi gaya , kritrim roop se badla nahi gaya, yeh ajooba kayanat ki hi ek dein hai , yeh aankhen tumhari woh suna deti hai hazaro dastaan jo kabhi huwi hi nahi , jo shayad kabhi hongi bhi nahi , jo shayad tumhari matsya numa hontho se kabhi chalki bhi nahi hogi, woh kahani jo na ho ke bhi poori ho jaati , magar us chehre ki chakachaund mein kahin gum ho gayi. tumhare hontho se nikalne wala her ek lafz jo shahed sa meetha hai , her ek boond us shahed ki humne apne se door karti jaati hai, aur kho jaati hai humari hasti us chehre mein kahin. poochne per ki sundarta ka raaz kya hai , jawab aata to hai, per madhosh uski ada mein kabhi kaano tak pahaunch nahi paata. her ek shabd jo chalakta hai un ke muh se, kuch is tarah se rooh se milta hai jaise ek aushadh lagbhag mrit vyakti ko somras pila raha ho, kuch is tarah tera saath hai mere ki meri tar tar si jo roh thi , is prakaar theek hoti ja rahi hai ki jaise usse chikitsa ki kabhi zaroorat hi nahi. tere us chehre ke saath ek umar humne kayanat ke jannat, swarg ya abhor satya se pare le jaati hai , jo us ko dekh ke hum kehte hai ki agar hai kahin roohani shakti , jo ker sakti hai sab sahi , hai woh yahin. dekh zara aye humdum , dekh us pari ke chehre ko meri aankho ke aaine mein ... </div>
<div class="blogger-post-footer">http://deepakg83.blogspot.com</div>Deepak Guptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01325834382302237059noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777852515743977709.post-85019762842470827942013-05-17T12:17:00.002+05:302013-05-17T12:17:39.359+05:30sikka <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
bikharta machalta chalakta , toot ke fir se banta huwa , kabhi khushi mein dooba to kabhi gum mein gungunata , bister ke sirhane baithe us takiye ki tarah pichakta huwa , kabhi gaadi ke toote sheeshe se aankh mein chubta sooraj sa , to kabhi garmi mein subah ki suhani dhoop ki tarah , kabhi haath mein lagey tel samaan fisalte lamho ki tarah , to kabhi gond ki tarah jism se chipki un yaado ki tarah , paani ki tarah her sateh se milta huwa, ya holi ke rang ki tarah sabko ek rang kerta huwa , apni hi akad mein , apne hi shaurya mein , apne hi guroor mein , samman mein , adhikaar mein , ikhtiyaar mein aur sanshept mein kahiye to apne hi aks mein khelta hoon yeh sikka. kismat ka kahiye , paise ka kahiye ya aap ki aur meri takdeeer ka ... chalta hi rehta hai .<br />
sahema huwa , mashoor hota huwa to kabhi badnaam hota huwa , kahin andheri galiyo mein lagbhag bhooji huwi kirano mein , tez roshini mein apna johar dikhata huwa , kahin duniya ki daud mein sabse balwaan , to kahin rishto ki dor mein sabse peeche , kahin zameen per rengte keede se reshm banata huwa to kahin aakash mein udte gidh se apni hasti bachata huwa , kahin toofano mein adig khada to kahin raat ke saanate mein madham si aahat mein maut ki kaaya pehna yeh sikka ... yahin reh jaata hai ... na hum mein se koi iska saga huwa , na yeh kisi ka ... </div>
<div class="blogger-post-footer">http://deepakg83.blogspot.com</div>Deepak Guptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01325834382302237059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777852515743977709.post-55248790680030447482013-03-07T12:03:00.001+05:302013-03-07T12:03:46.081+05:30First Salary<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
It is an awesome feeling to get the first salary. It represents a big leap in a person's life, and often a person buys the thing they wanted to have for long. I don't really remember how I spent my first salary (or did I really spent it). I have seen in a lot of movies when a person gives his mother , or a daughter her dad the first cheque (sounds too cheasy) , but the person receiving it is always heart filled. I would have never understood that feeling had my wife not handed over her first cheque in a new company to me. Well , at first I was confused, but then the feeling starting sinking it. I felt as if the most important person in the world. Lot of my worries, tension and professional challenges were just thwarted off with the simple expression of love from my love.<br />
I will always cherish the first salary , and not laugh on those cheasy things (or try not to ) . </div>
<div class="blogger-post-footer">http://deepakg83.blogspot.com</div>Deepak Guptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01325834382302237059noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777852515743977709.post-82477132590330865172012-11-20T03:09:00.003+05:302012-11-20T03:09:37.795+05:30Secular India <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Secular India is a misnomer. Don't get me wrong here, India is very secular. She has a very high tolerance towards each and every religion on Earth. She ignores the offensive remarks, acts and actions of each and every religion that is thrown upon at her. She does not punish those who hurt her northern borders, or those who try to kill people in Taj, neither does she punish those who are repeat offenders. She has seen the world a lot more than we can possibly fathom, she is tolerant. A part of her was taken away from her in year 1947, but she did not lose any sympathy for the loss. She still ignores the constant wars and harassment of what was once her part keeps on posing towards her. She is happy with the thought that the people who reside here are secular. Not only that , the people with the minorities are protected and have liberal views.<br />
India has been a real motivation for most of the countries, or could have been. The constant communal crashes, politics on religion and caste, demographic separation between various parts based out of religion are just a slap on the face of the great concept. Here in this country there is a big tolerance , and the tolerance limit of the country will soon exceed the limit the country has.<br />
Let me give you a better example for the same , being secular for Hindu today is like being in General class. You give exams like anyone else would, but you will not get a seat in a college / institution or a job if there is a "reservation" class waiting for the same seat. That is justified in eyes of constitution since they have an attached "reserved" surname. Most of the times , these reservations are phoney and fake, and people come out of well to do families, but the interests of general class is gutted. Same is the situation with "Secular" India. The general "Hindu" class should tolerate all the atrocities , terrorist attacks and every other possible attack on the temples, without the expectation of them retaliating back. A non Hindu leader death can result in huge rallies, and people saying anything against it be Non Secular and subject to Law , but same treatment when done to a Hindu leader is condemned. Is this the Secular India .<br />
Secular India is tolerance of all religions among each other, which often gets translated as tolerance of hindus against all other. That should not be the case. If Hindus are majority in India, then why is it that most of attacks are on them. How is it then Hindu population in J&K dropped by over 90% . If there are regions in which other religions dominate , be it muslim , christian , Jew , Parsi , or combination of them, then Hindus should enjoy same rights as minorities do in other regions.<br />
It is very political , these are my thoughts on Secular India. I am not justifying terror, or domination of any religion , but my personal opinion as a Hindu living in so called "Secular India". My voice is a little concerned since I belong to a generation which still has a tolerance to injustice. The next generation is possibly a Zero Tolerance Zone. It will be hard to contain the sentiments of general "Hindu" next time around.<br />
I pray and hope India remains secular, and people of other religion to respect what we respect as well. I sincerely hope people show tolerance towards the leaders of Hindu religion as they expect for their leaders. I am afraid of the day when the Secular India wakes up to the injustice and takes the justice by force. The day will be a sad day for world when the world sees largest secular democracy waking up from the deep sleep of ignorance, roaring like a lion and setting the justice in place. The reform is long due and soon expected. </div>
<div class="blogger-post-footer">http://deepakg83.blogspot.com</div>Deepak Guptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01325834382302237059noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777852515743977709.post-42897724102524116532012-08-23T04:56:00.000+05:302012-08-23T04:56:48.136+05:30Zindagi <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
kabhi khawab mein udne ki ,<br />
kabhi chalte huwe rukne ki ,<br />
kabhi rukte rukte jeene ki ,<br />
kabhi jeete huwe kuch kerne ki ,<br />
kabhi kuch kerte huwe badalne ki ,<br />
kabhi badalte badalte ruk jaane ki,<br />
fir ruke huwe kadamo ko himmat dene ki,<br />
fir himmat ko parr deke udne ki ,<br />
fir udte huwe is duniya ko dekne ki ,<br />
kabhi fir dekhte huwe usse pehchaan lene ki ,<br />
fir usse pehchaan ke baat kerne ki ,<br />
fir baat kerke ussi ada se mil jaane ki ,<br />
fir mil ke kaynaat tak saath chalne ki ,<br />
saath fir jeene marne ki kasamein khane ki ,<br />
khayi huwi inhi kasamo ko nibha dene ki ,<br />
ada aur zid ka naam hai zindagi </div>
<div class="blogger-post-footer">http://deepakg83.blogspot.com</div>Deepak Guptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01325834382302237059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777852515743977709.post-29264465453375149492012-06-26T00:09:00.000+05:302012-06-26T00:09:02.983+05:30ladkhadate huwe ...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
ladkhadate huwe pichle chand kuch dino mein samajh aaya ki dard ka nasha bhi ajeeb hai, tapakte zare zare se jo dard ki aawaz nikalti hai uska apna ek svar hai , ek alag bhaasha hai , ek alag zid hai ... na theek hone ki, na jaane ki , na hilne aur na sunne ki. Apni hi is jism se ek pratiyogita hai jeetne ki , usko uski charam seema tak le jaane ki aur fir wahan se aur aagey , kab tak chalega aur kahan tak saath dega. Shaheer nashwar hai aatma nahi, per kya aatma is shaheer se woh kerwa sakti hai jo iske charam ko bhi sharminda ker de. kya aisi hai shakti is rooh mein ki is samajh ke pare le chale tumhe aur kuch humne . himmat ko parinde ke parr dene wala bhi yeh mashtihk hai aur un parro ko kaatne wala bhi, ussi be-lagaam ghode ki tarah jiska ek chhor humari rooh mein to doorsa humare dil mein basa hai.ab nahi ruka jaata , ab nahi saha jayega ... haddein sab tootengi , manzilo ki parwah kisse hai , badalti rehti hai woh , aur rahengi badalti bhi , manzilo ki parwah kerne wale manzilo per hi atak ke reh jaate hai , chalne wale chalte rehte hai ... ruko bhi to araaam ke liye per sone ki aadat na daalo , likh ke rakho aakash ka khayaal apne kadamo per ... mil jayenge bhagwan bhi chalte chalte .... </div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://deepakg83.blogspot.com</div>Deepak Guptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01325834382302237059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777852515743977709.post-14650695601116979092012-04-10T23:14:00.002+05:302012-04-10T23:14:45.532+05:30ek aur soch<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
choti choti baato mein badi badi khushiya talaashne wale hum .... kahan gum hai aajkal tanhayi ki raaho mein .. kya sachi mein lagti hai nazar logo ki , kya sach mein aashiyana bikhar jaata hai ... humne kya tha ilm ki toote dil se bhi zyada dard choor-choor huwe sapno mein hota hai ... kyun kehti hai vishwas-ghaat ko sabse bada prahaar ... kabhi samajh mein aaya nahi ki kya hti galti raavan ki , jab kaati gayi thi shoorpnakha ke kaan naak , kyun galat the kaurav jab ki galat thi draupadi bhi parihas kerne mein ... kahan hai samaj , kahan hai vishwaas , kahan hai sachayi ...<br />
choor huwe kuch khwabo mein tasveer thi us kal ki ,jinke tasveero ki parikalpana maatr mere ahankar ki seemayein is nashwar dhara ke pare us aseemit gagan mein mila deti hai ... ab taaro jaise dikhte tim-timate kaanch per chal paane ki himmat jutane ki koshish ... is koshish mein tapakte us lahoo ke nishaan chod deti hai rasta shikari ke liye ...kismet ke khel bhi ajeeb hai , waqt ke sitam bhi haseen hai , dosto ke jurm bhi sangeen hai , khafa hai aandhiya samay ki aaj to kya , nikal aaye to kal ki baharein bhi humari hongi , dosti barkarar rahengi aur waqt khush miszaaz hoga ...<br />
yaadein umar se badi hai , aur talaash us lamhe ki guzre waqt mein jis ek pal ke badle hum badal denge apni poori zindagi .. kahin to milegi kabhi to milegi kaise to milegi ... per milegi kya us pal ki nishaani ... ulte chalte paanv mein aur band aankho mein jab tak parda hai tab tak ki duniya ka ras hai , jaise hi uthta hai parda aur sachayi aati hai saamne logo ki ... pathar ho jaata hai mom-dil, pighal jaati hai nigahein aur band ho jaate hai raaste. manzil dikh to jaati hai per choone ki aarzo mein guzar jaate hai ... </div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://deepakg83.blogspot.com</div>Deepak Guptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01325834382302237059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777852515743977709.post-27095249684010481842012-03-25T14:24:00.000+05:302012-03-25T14:24:34.155+05:30India Calling ...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I have been so much of an Indian , that I forget I have not visited India for ages now. Last time I was in India , I was a bachelor, weighed 40 pounds less , understood Celcius ( and not F ) , and 100 F was only when I had fever , drove Right hand , and was used to cows on the roads, never followed traffic signals, lanes were never visible, and shouting and howling were a part of life. Nothing much as changed since, I now have someone who will be with me forever ,to be with those will be forever for us. Last time I was in India, I had no clue about stock market, have nothing saved, was a new bee in industry, followed cricket all over the world, discussed F1 , kept in touch , fell in love over times , Fed-ex was a force to reckon with, Nadal was still to defeat Fed-ex, Sachin was nowhere close to 100 centuries, Monty was future of English Cricket and I was still waiting for my future to take off. I am still waiting for it.<br />
A changed person now does not remember cricket , but another insane thing as stock market, one who monitors his servers more than the run scored, watches the gold as much as pennies remaining, boasts of a life which has a 50% shareholder in it, and imagines it to improve over time and ages. This time it has been a while, and its been a long time. Iam not sure if I am prepared for it, but there is really no excitement other than my sister's wedding.<br />
I hope this India wedding trip makes everyone happy, and happier in their lives (touchwood)<br />
<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://deepakg83.blogspot.com</div>Deepak Guptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01325834382302237059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777852515743977709.post-11946226779178440902012-03-20T22:34:00.002+05:302012-03-20T22:34:13.991+05:30Difficult Times<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
How easy is it for us to be happy and same at the same time. How easy it is to forget the past relationship and how difficult is it to get out of it on the mention of the same. Well , last month or so have been lots of fun , and this is probably the fifth time I had a group with which I did have lots of fun. Rhythm and Anand , we still rock , even though it has been 3 years since we last met , but we will re-join some day. Sameer and Fateh comes in second close and remaining comes after. <br />
Well, this all started with Nandi Hills. The wonderful climate, the chilling morning dew , and above all the company of a friend. We really rocked that day. It was sort of fun. And it was cool too. What followed the next week was a trip to Palace Grounds for Sukhwinder Singh concert , and there were 9 girls and 2 guys. Well , pleasing it was as it might sound , but it took a lot of effort for 2 security guards protecting a treasure. Though sure about two gals , were really particular about a Friend and Namita. Neha was in her own stride ,and it really did matter was she would give a stare or two and come back in the group, sooner or later. It was fun to be in this group after a long time. Probably it came closer to training batch DJ nights. <br />
The way back home was still more happening , where Ashu was drilled in the bus and it went on for a long time. <br />
The following week was Ajit’s night. And invitees were Me and Himanshu, but it was decided other can just push in. Most of them were ready , and we decided to move. But to get a TT to Whitefield was not possible that day. It was virtually impossible to arrange a vehicle for the girls , and it was suggested they can come on their own, and then MS would arrange them to get back. But as I read between the lines , it will again not be possible. So I decided to have a work around . We went to places , after no TT in BTM, went to Madivala. And with all the possible bargains , settled for a Qualis and Indica, sufficient in capacity to carry 13 people , and just 100 bucks more than TT. The group will possibly be divided , but still girls can go and come back comfortably. Why is it I am pestering so much , because safety also happens to be one of the reasons. If there is some mishap then we have to be answerable. So lets spend sometime to draw out a plan, and absence of Soumya was a big worry. She is one of those who would carry the girls well, keeping in mind small things which generally girls would overlook. Well that was also fun, and we danced to tunes of KK , and also had a hearty dinner. Its another matter we had to prepare dinner for Himanshu as he was busy dancing he didn’t have the time to have the dinner. <br />
Next week was a</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://deepakg83.blogspot.com</div>Deepak Guptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01325834382302237059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777852515743977709.post-83337383540754091242012-03-20T22:33:00.002+05:302012-03-20T22:33:39.257+05:30Palace Grounds...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Ever heard of Palace Grounds bangalore. After this possibly you will start having a good knowledge of wonderful experience i am going to share with all of you. Though the first part is basically two-third strength of chamatkaari guys , still lets start.<br />
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So it starts with Soumya that free tickets are available for Sukhwinder Singh's night in Bangalore , and if we can join. And outing and i say No ... no way. So it was decided we will be going in for sukhwinfer night on 4th Oct. I have attended a similar concert by same person in DU , so was excited and wanted to stand close to speakers to enjoy to the max. So we decided to have a blast. Himanshu was sure and so was Ajit. But it came to knowledge , there are a few friends of Soumya also joining us in the palace grounds. So we had divided the passes amongst ourselves. Ever since i came and met these two @#@#@@ guys , i really never thought about other friends of mine in bangalore, which are abundant every here and there. We 3 make a GANG , a fun frolic one , which shines most with all three coming together. So it was decided that we will start for palace grounds at 5 PM , and possibly will have a few friends on bikes. But then it came to knowledge that she will be joining her PG friends. Palace grounds is not near , then i asked if we want a cab for her firends to go safely. I purely had no intentions of joining her friends, and just wanted them to just be safe. For there will be many girls all alone. Possibly we will join Soumya but we still were not sure , as Ajit was preparing for one MS nite , the following week. </div>
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I was informed TT would cost 2400 for the trip of 8 hours , and feasible analysis said it might just not work out. But i wanted to be sure , so i went to a few shops and agents. All said 2300 + driver fees. But then i knew one local guy , Pradeep who arranged one TT for us. It was indeed a favor from him in return of one help i did 2 years ago. Good deeds dont die down.</div>
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Now i informed Soumya , and we were ready. 4th Oct was going to be a big day. More than having fun with girls was security concern. someone said it correctly that , with more number of girls you are turned into security guards. </div>
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Well , finally i leaked out secret that all girls are coming in black , so we all will also come in the same code. Dress Code ... Black . Little we had knowledge , what the full code meant. </div>
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Then we informed Soumya and the concert is well on the way, and major tension of coming back from there is solved. I had not known any girl other than Dheera by then. First came , then second , and then in no time entire bus was filled. So it took some time to break the ice. Names of all the girls came 30 min into the journey , but one thing was sure. All girls had black polished nails other than Ashu , who was rule breaker. There were shouts for us to stop the TT for the girls to buy the nail polish. In a city like Bangalore , stopping a TT in front of Forum would mean a big taffic jam behind you, and so we decided to continue. I didnt know how it was , but to just bark in front of an audience dominated by girls , who really dont know you , and your time going in to make them comfortable was not easy. But then Himanshu raised demand on my behalf for introduction. After first round of introduction , what max i remembered were Pinky , A friend and Princey. Though i was not sure who is poochi and who is princey. I had a very faint sight of Namita and Neha was one who looked most unintersted in my futile attempts, Ashu tried some heroism and some comments which brought cheers ... but still it was me and Himanshu trying to get all smiles together. </div>
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</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://deepakg83.blogspot.com</div>Deepak Guptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01325834382302237059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777852515743977709.post-80650824131662556832012-03-20T22:33:00.000+05:302012-03-20T22:33:16.661+05:30Mysore Trip<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia;">Trip Date : 26-10-2008<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia;">Proposed Trip Time : <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">6 AM</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">- 5 PM</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia;">Total Members : 8<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia;">Partners in Crime : A Friend, Neha Gupta , Soumya, Deepak , Neha Jain , Himanshu, Ajit , Princy<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia;">Vehicle Planned to be Used: A Tata Sumo. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia;">Actual Vehicle Delivered : A Qualis with wonderful system<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia;">Flashback To Crime Scene ... <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia;">The phone is ringing. "Haan bhai , kaisa hai", I said as I heard Ajit on call. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia;">" Hope no plans for weekend. Want to rest." said Ajit. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia;">"Yes , no big plans , just to <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Mysore</st1:place></st1:city>. Onboard at 6 AM.", and he started laughing wickedly. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia;">"You not kidding , I am going to kill you", was followed by a long stream of single rolled in abuses. "Come on. Think of me, I get tired.". <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia;">"Its fine , you don’t want to come along , I am gonna cancel this thing. I am also not going in then., or we postpone it to Sunday." <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia;">Ok fine ! its 2 AM now , sleep a few hours before we get ready." Ajit nearly scream. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia;">Knock knock ... Blast . Two roaring laughter, and I cover my face with the bed sheet. I want to sleep a bit more, but with trio at home , this has been a thing of rarity. Repeated pleading and little carelessness on part of Ajit and Himanshu gave me a heavenly sleep of 30 more minutes. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia;">"Get up . You want to leave by 6 AM , so get ready", mocked Himanshu.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia;">"Get a sleep man. I died down at 330 AM only. it’s hardly 90 minutes I have slept", I was frustrated. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia;">"Haan bhai , I gave you permission to sleep at 2 , what the hell were you doing till this time. Chalo , time to get up". And then we started talking about the day that went by. The hectic client call , and the demo completed, at last minute. It has been 2 days in office, and this week I clocked 70 hours in 5 days ... <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia;">who is going to bath first. Hey Himanshu you go bhai. I and Ajit will have a cup of tea, first. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia;">Ajit smiled and Himanshu retalitated, and so we had a nice ginger tea, i taking honours to make one. Finally pushing Himanshu , and getting all ready. Its 630 , and we are still fighting over the clothes to wear. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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So here we are ready, and with only one of us getting ready. Deepak has always been a reason for others to be late. He would be ready and raring to go. Another 20 minutes, and Deepak goes up to driver.</div>
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"Haan bhaiya , where are you planning to take us", asked Deepak. Ajit and Himanshu still getting ready. "I think , we are going to Hogennakal Falls". said driver. Deepak looks at the number plate , and says, no. We have to go somewhere in Karnataka , as you have brought a yellow number plate. The driver proposed many names, and still undecided, Ajit and Himanshu came out. </div>
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After a brief conversation , Mysore was place decided. With silky smooth roads, it was decided to have a go at the destination, Mysore. It has been the same place a few months ago, in which Deepak has met with the bike accident at very high speeds. But then times have changed and we are ready to go for party. </div>
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As all others got into groove, the road to bangalore mysore highway is a peculiar maze. Around an hour drive and we were on a spot , the same where we had lost the way. And i shouted out ... Hey we gonna stop here. And asked the driver to stop.</div>
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As they all were out , i pointed out to the T point where me , AJ and Himanshu nearly crossed the limit. There was then a fencing , and as usual , three of us sat to have a pic. After successful persuasion A friend took the pic. But then Neha Gupta tried to do the heroics and climb the fence. She nearly broke her leg bone, Somu was successful , but i dont know if all sat. </div>
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The trip was then overtaken by the joys of the day. Sun rose sharply and threatened to spoil the mood, but was not to. It took us around 30 minutes to get going. ( the details of emotional turmoil in this trip are out of scope of this blog post. Wait for Golden Fields for those details). </div>
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So here in the middle of the ride, permutation and combinations of sittings galore. we three were not permitted to sit together for a havoc and hell we created. It has been real tough times for someone to adjust to the down to street cheap jokes cracked and songs sung. So First seat was Himanshu and Somu. Second was Ajit , Neha Jain and Princy. and then remaining in the last. suddenly remembering no one has brought the money, and it was fun to look out for ATMs on the highway. This time around , we were not looking for the Petrol bunks but the ATMs. There has been strong liking for Petrol bunks many times, sometimes for Gasoline , or otherwise. </div>
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