Whats in Holi ... a blend of colors , a mouthful of cold drink , a fistful of gulaal or a pleasant meal. Its a feeling , something not many can understand.
I wanted to write much more , hope my health will permit me to complete it soon
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Holi and colors of it ....
Whats in Holi ... a blend of colors , a mouthful of cold drink , a fistful of gulaal or a pleasant meal. Its a feeling , something not many can understand.
I wanted to write much more , hope my health will permit me to complete it soon
Monday, March 17, 2008
Love to Stay Single
There was never a time when i sat alone for lunch or dinner. rather would have stayed hungry , skip a meal than to sit alone and have meal. Then I came back to Bangalore , so happy to have re-united with Sameer and Fateh. Lunch time became as pleasing as it ever was. When Sameer left Blore for good, and Fateh following his trace soon. I was left all alone in Bangalore. Single house , single occupant , and thinking what a tuff life this is gonna be. so many of friends came, stayed and went off. And i sat the first day when i came back from mysore to bangalore to see Fateh missing. The walls of the house seem to say so much. i had to look out sometimes to see if he is talking on phone outside. Every evening we used to make coffee and sit on the terrace talking , listening to songs and just having cool time pass. But this was also short lived , a fortnight. Following the same , he also went , and what remained was phoenix. Fighting lonliness in home , to work pressure in office to relocation in mysore. nothing seem to go the way expected. and still i was determined to make a mark. I still have a close friend in bangalore , for whom i can defy death , eat pain and drive millions of miles effortlessly.
And wednesday the mitra calls me , and scolds me badly. already fighting the lonliness , this flickering light was hit hard. His self esteem molested , and self devastated. The friend was under work pressure and in trouble, which i cudnt see. And i was in deepest of all possible troubles, with short breath and nothing working around me , friend failed to notice.
I was so devastated that i decided not to take up any calls. Also the project required such intense understanding that a small distraction would have been fatal ,a nd there was a number on my mobile , for which my mobile was on. and if the person said to me , i shudnt talk , i will give anything friend wants. And i gave it to her.
I like my friend so much that the plain sheet of paper would find me short of words. Each time i genuinely praise the beauty , the friend thinks am trying to pull leg , though i personally believe my friend is THE MOST BEAUTIFUL person i ever met. And now when i am living alone , working full day to prepare meals , do household work to washing clothes , i have discovered a new Deepak. A new person who is more confident to face the life , take up the challenged and tell the world that it is correct wen it says to me that i am the best.
Just one fine day i will wake up from one side of bed cauz the other side of midnight would be the song of my life. Just wait for that day , to say to life ...
Bring On the Next challenge ....
to the person who is my only friend in blore ... and i dont need to mention the name mitra .. do i ??
And wednesday the mitra calls me , and scolds me badly. already fighting the lonliness , this flickering light was hit hard. His self esteem molested , and self devastated. The friend was under work pressure and in trouble, which i cudnt see. And i was in deepest of all possible troubles, with short breath and nothing working around me , friend failed to notice.
I was so devastated that i decided not to take up any calls. Also the project required such intense understanding that a small distraction would have been fatal ,a nd there was a number on my mobile , for which my mobile was on. and if the person said to me , i shudnt talk , i will give anything friend wants. And i gave it to her.
I like my friend so much that the plain sheet of paper would find me short of words. Each time i genuinely praise the beauty , the friend thinks am trying to pull leg , though i personally believe my friend is THE MOST BEAUTIFUL person i ever met. And now when i am living alone , working full day to prepare meals , do household work to washing clothes , i have discovered a new Deepak. A new person who is more confident to face the life , take up the challenged and tell the world that it is correct wen it says to me that i am the best.
Just one fine day i will wake up from one side of bed cauz the other side of midnight would be the song of my life. Just wait for that day , to say to life ...
Bring On the Next challenge ....
to the person who is my only friend in blore ... and i dont need to mention the name mitra .. do i ??
Saturday, March 15, 2008
Cricket And Hockey ....
Through out the history we have had champions , few nations have dominated a particular field of sports like none other can. Brazil does it to Soccer , West Indies for a decade in 80's fir Cricket , Australia doing it now , Russia did in Chess and so on .
India also did it , and it did it in fashion , dominating HOCKEY for nearly a century, more than five generations have seen Indian prosper and dictate terms and techniques. all nations have tried hard to dismantle the mattle of Indian hockey. When it did not work out , came in concept of synthetic grounds. Also the generation of aggressive hockey was going down. The then less popular sport Cricket saw Indians winning World Cup in 83 and coupled with mini WC 85 Saw Cricket demanding attention. This entire stuff came in packaged with indiviual performance and likes of Kapil Dev and Gavaskar. The icons in young guns of India bagan to popularize the game. The domestic events like ranji , deodhar and other championship popularised cricket to hilt. Hockey was a premium sports , and lasted only couple of hours , cricket came packaged for a day's fun.
But the interest in hockey was lost when the standard of game was down. The day when india got down from numbero uno position in Hockey was assumed to be short termed , but it has been 25 years India won a medal in hockey , and more than decade when india won WC in hockey.If one cant associate PRIDE in the game , interst lose.
Indian hockey was revived with Premier hockey league , but players who performed there never made it to top. The heads in hockey can talk all junk , but not about game.
This time hockey will be played , India wont be there in Olympics , its so sad .
but we cant blame cricket for hockey disaster.
India also did it , and it did it in fashion , dominating HOCKEY for nearly a century, more than five generations have seen Indian prosper and dictate terms and techniques. all nations have tried hard to dismantle the mattle of Indian hockey. When it did not work out , came in concept of synthetic grounds. Also the generation of aggressive hockey was going down. The then less popular sport Cricket saw Indians winning World Cup in 83 and coupled with mini WC 85 Saw Cricket demanding attention. This entire stuff came in packaged with indiviual performance and likes of Kapil Dev and Gavaskar. The icons in young guns of India bagan to popularize the game. The domestic events like ranji , deodhar and other championship popularised cricket to hilt. Hockey was a premium sports , and lasted only couple of hours , cricket came packaged for a day's fun.
But the interest in hockey was lost when the standard of game was down. The day when india got down from numbero uno position in Hockey was assumed to be short termed , but it has been 25 years India won a medal in hockey , and more than decade when india won WC in hockey.If one cant associate PRIDE in the game , interst lose.
Indian hockey was revived with Premier hockey league , but players who performed there never made it to top. The heads in hockey can talk all junk , but not about game.
This time hockey will be played , India wont be there in Olympics , its so sad .
but we cant blame cricket for hockey disaster.
Friday, February 8, 2008
you and me
There was a time when we played together,
When we could pick each others call ,
When there was nothing between us ,
When we laughed, smiled and giggled together ,
When all knew we were just the one ,
When message for me was conveyed through you ,
When all school college we will be together ,
When others stare at us as couple would ….
There was a time when the lunch was together,
And the classes bunked at same times ,
When other would walk out when I was punished,
When the canteen had same account number ,
When our first account had consecutive numbers ,
And offcourse , the same passwords ,
When our gmail yahoo and others were mirror images….
When we would plan for an event together,
And work as a unit to take on eleven ,
For the play was not fair ever we played ,
And played it all for win we had to ,
Then move thousands of kms in each other’s embrace,
To a common destination where will see only you ,
Where the world wont come with grace and religion ,
And die in each others embrace as we lived in heaven ….
Here we are four years down the lane ,
I am still the same and u drive the left lane,
The call be made but the time difference is in days now ,
World knows we are one though we are ages apart ,
And messages are absent in absence of common friends,
The mails ids are same and passwords different ,
Account numbers still consecutive , but I use bank and u net ,
For the distance from each other is a million kms now ,
And we still know we are with each other ,
Still we know we care for each other ,
For talks have been reduced and its now the turn
The turn of heart to speak to other …
And this is just to tell you ,
I am still here , still the same , still talk to u ….
And come back to miss me
(written by me not for any one of my personal friends but the general trend of the friends i went through )
When we could pick each others call ,
When there was nothing between us ,
When we laughed, smiled and giggled together ,
When all knew we were just the one ,
When message for me was conveyed through you ,
When all school college we will be together ,
When others stare at us as couple would ….
There was a time when the lunch was together,
And the classes bunked at same times ,
When other would walk out when I was punished,
When the canteen had same account number ,
When our first account had consecutive numbers ,
And offcourse , the same passwords ,
When our gmail yahoo and others were mirror images….
When we would plan for an event together,
And work as a unit to take on eleven ,
For the play was not fair ever we played ,
And played it all for win we had to ,
Then move thousands of kms in each other’s embrace,
To a common destination where will see only you ,
Where the world wont come with grace and religion ,
And die in each others embrace as we lived in heaven ….
Here we are four years down the lane ,
I am still the same and u drive the left lane,
The call be made but the time difference is in days now ,
World knows we are one though we are ages apart ,
And messages are absent in absence of common friends,
The mails ids are same and passwords different ,
Account numbers still consecutive , but I use bank and u net ,
For the distance from each other is a million kms now ,
And we still know we are with each other ,
Still we know we care for each other ,
For talks have been reduced and its now the turn
The turn of heart to speak to other …
And this is just to tell you ,
I am still here , still the same , still talk to u ….
And come back to miss me
(written by me not for any one of my personal friends but the general trend of the friends i went through )
Friday, February 1, 2008
The bus ride
I still remember the first day i took her to school,
her little fingers held mine so strong ,
she would hide beneath me before befriending the teacher ,
and i walk off the school with her with her new preacher.
waited till the bell rang till the eight time it did ,
and we walked back to home smiling and giggling ...
the far off school was too far and i will drop her daily ,
pick her and it will not be just so easy ,
for few years went like that motion morning night ,
and her fingers still held me tight like first day we went ....
was it a burden i thought often , and one day in the vent ,
she cried , look at the fire that rises so high ,
and i was awake that she is growing too fast ,
one day she will walk to a house nearby soon,
and my heart skipped a beat too ,
each day i took her to the bus ride ,
and thank god , there is still a day to go...
now she has grown and we walk a few distances,
just a school which is blocks away ,
for i am an ear to all stupid complaints and instances,
and teasing of all fellow friends and dance sway ,
for each passing bus reminds me of that first day ,
when i waited for her entire may ,,,,
the life has descended on me now ,
and my age seems to be august now ,
she goes to college a state away ...
she went away a bit too soon ,
like with night goes the moon ,
and one day i just asked her ...
did u remember the time we travelled together ,
and she smile , with a tear left her eye ,
yes dad ,,, i cherish the time ....
for all of us who have been troubled all our parents all our life , its time to tell them , yes , we remember that bus ride , that first soft toy , that first choclate . more important that we remember all that u have done .... and that we owe to u , more than we owe it to ourselves
her little fingers held mine so strong ,
she would hide beneath me before befriending the teacher ,
and i walk off the school with her with her new preacher.
waited till the bell rang till the eight time it did ,
and we walked back to home smiling and giggling ...
the far off school was too far and i will drop her daily ,
pick her and it will not be just so easy ,
for few years went like that motion morning night ,
and her fingers still held me tight like first day we went ....
was it a burden i thought often , and one day in the vent ,
she cried , look at the fire that rises so high ,
and i was awake that she is growing too fast ,
one day she will walk to a house nearby soon,
and my heart skipped a beat too ,
each day i took her to the bus ride ,
and thank god , there is still a day to go...
now she has grown and we walk a few distances,
just a school which is blocks away ,
for i am an ear to all stupid complaints and instances,
and teasing of all fellow friends and dance sway ,
for each passing bus reminds me of that first day ,
when i waited for her entire may ,,,,
the life has descended on me now ,
and my age seems to be august now ,
she goes to college a state away ...
she went away a bit too soon ,
like with night goes the moon ,
and one day i just asked her ...
did u remember the time we travelled together ,
and she smile , with a tear left her eye ,
yes dad ,,, i cherish the time ....
for all of us who have been troubled all our parents all our life , its time to tell them , yes , we remember that bus ride , that first soft toy , that first choclate . more important that we remember all that u have done .... and that we owe to u , more than we owe it to ourselves
Thursday, January 24, 2008
College Canteen
that majority of time we spent in college,
that 14" TV for all the cricket matches Sachin played on ,
For all the times we cracked jokes on each other,
and last morning tea that lasted till first lecture ,
miss the same old canteen where whistle over new girl...
the cricket matches saw a new stadium in place,
never to college new to canteen , and sachin on bat ,
score few dozen runs and whistels so hard ,
tense more than sachin himself when nearing century ....
and those samosa chai cofi flowing till pockets empty .
those nicks and snicks , and caught and dropped ,
love the comments and commentary of a few ,
miss the friends who would each time fall to depth so low,
and a slap over the head was to follow ,
and the bhangra on Indians scoring a century...
The holi plans , and diwali crackers plant ,
and cricket also played in the luncheon so often ,
notes exchanged and syllabi discussed ,
now our juniors carrry the flame forward ...
and left me to ponder ,
was there a canteen in my college ,
or a full college in that small canteen ...
that 14" TV for all the cricket matches Sachin played on ,
For all the times we cracked jokes on each other,
and last morning tea that lasted till first lecture ,
miss the same old canteen where whistle over new girl...
the cricket matches saw a new stadium in place,
never to college new to canteen , and sachin on bat ,
score few dozen runs and whistels so hard ,
tense more than sachin himself when nearing century ....
and those samosa chai cofi flowing till pockets empty .
those nicks and snicks , and caught and dropped ,
love the comments and commentary of a few ,
miss the friends who would each time fall to depth so low,
and a slap over the head was to follow ,
and the bhangra on Indians scoring a century...
The holi plans , and diwali crackers plant ,
and cricket also played in the luncheon so often ,
notes exchanged and syllabi discussed ,
now our juniors carrry the flame forward ...
and left me to ponder ,
was there a canteen in my college ,
or a full college in that small canteen ...
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
Away From Home ??
Working at a MNC away from home ,
this last year when i will be here ...
for next time i will be in my hometown ...
with my mom dad and sis ....
finally i will go to a company near my home ...
went to home on a diwali vacation ...
told your parents you will be back soon ...
forgot the time when mummy was late at work ...
and you stare at the watch ....
now they do ,not the watch but calender ...
for this project be over and i will go home ...
for two months more , an onsite i got ...
will earn a million pound and give dad a luxury car,
But time is running round and getting very far ...
joined this company for a year or so ...
now the home is no no ...
have been to home this time have you ...
and cried lonely in deep nights before you left ...
think the rivers the mom and dad cry ....
for you would be there admist all trouble as life's dry ...
remember the shoes dad bought would last 2 years ...
the simple presence of his kill all the fears ...
have been to bus holding his fingers ...
he is waiting for you to hold it back ....
remember you promised love to sister .....
she is missing you , come back ...
few more years and she will go to new home ...
while you take 1 month break ....
are you still going back this year ....
think of all smiles , all pains all support family had ...
they need you more than this damn multinational can ...
life slips like sand in closed fists ...
dont plan for this year ...
dont stop for stamping ...
this year just dont be away from home ....
this year make your house back to a home ....
back to home , not away from home
this last year when i will be here ...
for next time i will be in my hometown ...
with my mom dad and sis ....
finally i will go to a company near my home ...
went to home on a diwali vacation ...
told your parents you will be back soon ...
forgot the time when mummy was late at work ...
and you stare at the watch ....
now they do ,not the watch but calender ...
for this project be over and i will go home ...
for two months more , an onsite i got ...
will earn a million pound and give dad a luxury car,
But time is running round and getting very far ...
joined this company for a year or so ...
now the home is no no ...
have been to home this time have you ...
and cried lonely in deep nights before you left ...
think the rivers the mom and dad cry ....
for you would be there admist all trouble as life's dry ...
remember the shoes dad bought would last 2 years ...
the simple presence of his kill all the fears ...
have been to bus holding his fingers ...
he is waiting for you to hold it back ....
remember you promised love to sister .....
she is missing you , come back ...
few more years and she will go to new home ...
while you take 1 month break ....
are you still going back this year ....
think of all smiles , all pains all support family had ...
they need you more than this damn multinational can ...
life slips like sand in closed fists ...
dont plan for this year ...
dont stop for stamping ...
this year just dont be away from home ....
this year make your house back to a home ....
back to home , not away from home
Sunday, January 6, 2008
Easy Last Day at Pune
3rd Jan 2007 was my last day in Pune, for heaven's sake. this was one of the places i dared to stay , to live , to work. But this experience in pune was not to be a small one. The two months in Pune saw me changing. Morning bus at 8 AM will be in my memory for a long time , that actually cured my habit of"Late to bed , late to rise, makes Deepak defaulter in Dart ". This habit which i am proudly referring to as one which improved my way and look of getting up in the morning was a real curse and i will never never do it again.
My stay in Pune was pleasurable only to cause of two people , one Deepak Jain and other Vaibhav Pruthi. DJ was with me since training and we had a gala time in home. getting at 6 in morning together , to make the dinner. laughing over small things, and just enjoying. There are a thousand of incidences which are worth blogging and should come here , but in public interst are not blogged.
Then come this Pruthi,have already blogged my first wonderful Sunday in Pune. There were a lot of others. One thing i will not refrain from mentioning is Pruthi giving me his bike for a period exceeding 14 days, and when i needed it the most , he agreed me to keep it for 2 more days. That help from Pruthi helped me clear my Process exam atleast , though i flunked in J2E 201 once more.
Lets be back to where i was , last day at Pune , and by the most , most happy moment. I thought i would be going back alone , but i was again wronged. Deepak Jain missed his bus for me, (atleast what he tells me ) , then again for last one tea.
As the time went by , so was time for me to leave. And here i left Pune , with a couple of sweet memories, Footli and DJ ...
some friends neva change.
My stay in Pune was pleasurable only to cause of two people , one Deepak Jain and other Vaibhav Pruthi. DJ was with me since training and we had a gala time in home. getting at 6 in morning together , to make the dinner. laughing over small things, and just enjoying. There are a thousand of incidences which are worth blogging and should come here , but in public interst are not blogged.
Then come this Pruthi,have already blogged my first wonderful Sunday in Pune. There were a lot of others. One thing i will not refrain from mentioning is Pruthi giving me his bike for a period exceeding 14 days, and when i needed it the most , he agreed me to keep it for 2 more days. That help from Pruthi helped me clear my Process exam atleast , though i flunked in J2E 201 once more.
Lets be back to where i was , last day at Pune , and by the most , most happy moment. I thought i would be going back alone , but i was again wronged. Deepak Jain missed his bus for me, (atleast what he tells me ) , then again for last one tea.
As the time went by , so was time for me to leave. And here i left Pune , with a couple of sweet memories, Footli and DJ ...
some friends neva change.
Monday, December 24, 2007
Fading Letter
Let me start it with famous saying " Qassid ke aate aate Khat ek aur likh rakhna , mein jaanta hoon woh jo likhenge jawaab mein " , reminds me of ancient times when a messenger used to take the messages written from one person to other. The messages written on piece of paper, leaves and even cloth. the times changed and then around 1700's , postoffice came into existence. It was then i , the letter , came into existence. It was like a re-birth. People started writing to each other , to relatives far off and to friends near to heart. By mid 1900's , i became the most important part of communications. I was in seventh heaven , with so many people waiting for me to come , for so many songs dedicated to me. There were so many types of me written , one from father to daughter, from lover to other , so on .. but one which made me cry , and had faced rainy days were those written by kins of army personnel. So many times they were so full of emotions that i lost myself. I was no longer a piece of paper , i was a feeling , a memory , a moment to cherished and kept. To be read again and again , for many times, to be hidden under bed , to be put on a notice board , to be shown to entire town .. that was me. People used to wait for me , and I was a V.I.P. , i used to love friends snatching the letters and running the entire city , though it hurt sometimes.
I remember of some instances when an innocent boy fearing his father ate me away on receiving a letter from her to be wife. But then came the computers, they renamed letter to mail. Post offices are being replaced by MailBox , and letters by emails. They say they dont need me anymore , they cant send the same message to hundred other friends they would have loved to. They claim not to have used a pen for a century now , and dont know where post office is. They dont understand my charisma , my charm. they dont understand the fragnance i carry , the smiles i bring to friend's face that your e-mails dont , the emotions i convey. The spell checks u have , but its fun to read mis-spelled words. you might need to send same message to hundred , but atleast send it through me to one who is more than what a hundred means to you.
For just take out your fav pens , dust it off , sheet of paper and write a letter to your near and dear ones , fragnance it and put it in post box. Ah!! you dont know where it is , there is an alternative. they say courier it . Do it once , for me . Please let me cherish my youth once more.
Once more , let me see a beam of smile on your parents face one more time , once more let a drooping cup of tea be placed on my body , to be lifted to leave cup marks on it , once more let me hear a discussion over a parrty , once more let me be kept secretly in pages of books ,before i die in pages of history ..
Just once more please ......
I remember of some instances when an innocent boy fearing his father ate me away on receiving a letter from her to be wife. But then came the computers, they renamed letter to mail. Post offices are being replaced by MailBox , and letters by emails. They say they dont need me anymore , they cant send the same message to hundred other friends they would have loved to. They claim not to have used a pen for a century now , and dont know where post office is. They dont understand my charisma , my charm. they dont understand the fragnance i carry , the smiles i bring to friend's face that your e-mails dont , the emotions i convey. The spell checks u have , but its fun to read mis-spelled words. you might need to send same message to hundred , but atleast send it through me to one who is more than what a hundred means to you.
For just take out your fav pens , dust it off , sheet of paper and write a letter to your near and dear ones , fragnance it and put it in post box. Ah!! you dont know where it is , there is an alternative. they say courier it . Do it once , for me . Please let me cherish my youth once more.
Once more , let me see a beam of smile on your parents face one more time , once more let a drooping cup of tea be placed on my body , to be lifted to leave cup marks on it , once more let me hear a discussion over a parrty , once more let me be kept secretly in pages of books ,before i die in pages of history ..
Just once more please ......
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
parvati - Pune
This Weekend we had a bike , and with all things going wrong , whats the best place to be. Temple. Heard a lot about this place Parvati , somewhere in mid Pune. At 11 in the morning, me and Arun went out to a voyage with unknown routes and paths less travlled to this place. Bangalore has made me learn a few traffic rules, other than breaking speed barrier. With me on wheels , one can be sure of two things, a maniac on roads , and lets Rock. with speeds touching 110 KMpH on Pune roads ( think Arun will testifiy as most people think am a Liar .. big time). We reached the place quite unconfortably asking for directions at each junction. well enough. Lets start with this magestic place, in the heart of city. Parvati is the one of the most scenic locations in Pune. It is situated at a height of 2100 feet above sea level. The temples on Parvati hill are the oldest heritage structures in Pune and reminiscent of the Peshwa dynasty. It offers an aerial view of Pune city .
The Picture above is a sculpture in the Mueseum at Parvati. One of the most unkempt museum i ever saw. The pic above is of Lord Vishnu seated on his garuda.
The pic below is of Lord Ganesha from Mueseum. The sculpture is good , but not that best to be kept in un-maintained mueseum.
The pictures here are true reflection of what a cool place it is. At highest point in Pune, Lord Shiva sits here with all the glory, blessing all the city with his grace. Below is the main temple at "Parvati" . Nandi Bull is one who is at the doorsteps , waiting for all the orders of Lord , in sun rain and everything.
This is the the pic of what is inside the temple of Lord Shiva @ Parvati where pic taking is strictly prohibited, but if the Lord wants it who are we mortals to stop it. Below is the picture of Lord Vitthal. The temple was closed and no one sitting there , so we had a lill prayer and took the pic without any problem .
Below is the Lion at the enterance to Shive temple protecting the gateway to lord Shiva
Below is the Lion at the enterance to Shive temple protecting the gateway to lord Shiva
Below is pic of Lord Ganesha , in full marble and blessing all who come to him.
The Sunday outing in Pune at Parvati was a pleasing experience. The travelling through middle of city at over 70 consistently and asking the routes , comments and fun and above all . Bike which would shut down every now and down. With Arun at back sporting my biking ways and not cribbing about fast speed ( in fact supporting me ) , it was really a nice experience. 
Dats me ... See the background .. entire City ... huh ...
Getting there: Parvati is situated in the centre of the Pune. It is around 4 Kms from Deccan and 1 km from Swargate.
and yess .. comments please :)
Friday, December 14, 2007
Cant Afford a God
Life has been so full of surprises that i dont know if one such thing actually exists. Have you ever not met with an accident that u shout "Oh God Save me". Have you. Do u believe in God, I used to when i was rich. People remember him in times of distress , and i tend to forget him at times when i need him the most. For he is God , he must be knowing i am forgetting him. He must do something for come back in my life, must he play a miracle , should be join a broken heart or try to join all pieces of shattered heart that has just been crushed with a simple NO.
I am sometimes into believeing that God is nothing but an illusion , an illusion of a few happy who want to credit all they have to someone other than themselves. I am on other sides who are existing ( even if i can term it that way). He was bountiful of letting me meet her , and then in midst of haze , she just faded away. no no , not she , i , me .. I faded off in her memories , and my sight still glaze over the cubicle, on the roads , in the bus, in bike in search to find some faith. I have a great luck line , and a bigger fortune . I will be very rich , but money cant buy you love. I consider myself very poor when i look all i have lost , and the pains incurred. Few times when friends try to be God , and those when they end up devil.
Long time i have been to temple , long time i bowed my head , long times i touched someone's feet , long time i was blessed with an elderly hand... long time i lived , long time i thought about the almighty.
Is it back in me , the power to defy , power to negate his existence. I have nearly lost each and everything i said Mine , he has proved me that they never were. is my illusion that he is illusion is illusion or i am still disillusioned. I am still defying him , and let me challenge him to take all he can now , when i am in a position of nothing to lose , and anything more than that will surely dent his image.
Do u believe in him , i can but for time being i may not. for i have lost so many things to him , that i can't afford a God
I am sometimes into believeing that God is nothing but an illusion , an illusion of a few happy who want to credit all they have to someone other than themselves. I am on other sides who are existing ( even if i can term it that way). He was bountiful of letting me meet her , and then in midst of haze , she just faded away. no no , not she , i , me .. I faded off in her memories , and my sight still glaze over the cubicle, on the roads , in the bus, in bike in search to find some faith. I have a great luck line , and a bigger fortune . I will be very rich , but money cant buy you love. I consider myself very poor when i look all i have lost , and the pains incurred. Few times when friends try to be God , and those when they end up devil.
Long time i have been to temple , long time i bowed my head , long times i touched someone's feet , long time i was blessed with an elderly hand... long time i lived , long time i thought about the almighty.
Is it back in me , the power to defy , power to negate his existence. I have nearly lost each and everything i said Mine , he has proved me that they never were. is my illusion that he is illusion is illusion or i am still disillusioned. I am still defying him , and let me challenge him to take all he can now , when i am in a position of nothing to lose , and anything more than that will surely dent his image.
Do u believe in him , i can but for time being i may not. for i have lost so many things to him , that i can't afford a God
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Like A King to King
Finally, my current project is over. Really bugged by all the people here , not from our proj but from the neighbouring ones. The XYZZ is one of the undoubtly the best project to work for, in case you are looking for a reason to resign from the company or think your life as problem free. The politics being played, the resources torn apart , the fallen warriors ... And Just After the clash of titans , what remains is nothing but a heap of dust , dusk ... insteaad of a new era , what awaits is another long night ... For when the friends are few, and dementors (soul suckers) all around , you still stand in there , hang in there ,as if God is going to prize you someDay , mayb today , mayb Tomorrow .. or cauz u had so many repents to make ... u stay here ... shittered , in a pathetic state , waiting for something to happen, something to justify the existence in this bangalore city where Life is scared to death atleast twice daily , on numerous occasion . Why is it , that i am still here in office, writing something so useless as me ... well , why is it my friends have seen me changing without me noticing it .. why is it i want to be all alone when am even surrounded by all of them .. why is it i am asking these question and to whom .. for i dont believe in God , then why ...Why do i believe that for all the pains i am undertaking , for all the bad times , i will be rewarded , wll it be same fate as those who built the Taj ... probably not , but denial is one thing i am always spektical. ..Why is it the color Black has started appealing more than the color of light, or i have taken up the books for the fear of nothing ...Am i ready to go into amnesia , or still a ray of light exists ...for i am still not completly broken, for i still have a heart , and for a semi-functional brain. I can still type and those who dont understand this all , is a matter of me failing at so many peoples . and so many people's expectations , and then why i am there to expect anything from anybody , when i know this world is there to be conquered all alone .. for this is the time , i have my boots up my neck , and bare -footed on glasss spilled floor , i walk .. .. silently for my prize ...its here ,,.. just here ... extend the hand and see who waiting .. the one you have had known for so long , so little , that it has come to you ...now to get to it ... and for it to make belive that u care ... is this more than what i aspire ..for next few decades , i dont know if i still write this line or exist ... but i know 1 thing ...I was there , and i Fought ... like a soldier to soldier , man to man ... like KING to KING ....
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Infosys Mysore 25 years Celebrations
I was one of the lucky ones to have witnessed the Infosys Celebrations of 25 years both in Mysore and Bangalore. The celebrations started well with Mysore and a huge celebration of Infosys being listed in US stock index, and then followed by 25 years of celebrations. I as my personal experience I consider the event at Mysore a better celebration then at Bangalore, for the high profilic celebration was laden with the presence of most of my close friends then. The event was never in question and what I take back from that celebration is a host of new friends, a new spirit and a new zest to life. A new thinking, a new vision and a new dream to float a company and be as successful as Infosys Tech Ltd. The event was garnished with presence of Chief Minister Shri.. Kumaraswamy, Chairman of Infosys Shri. Narayana Murthy, President and CEO of Infosys Mr. Nandan Nilekani, Chief Operating Officer Infosys Mr. Gopalakrishnan, Shri. Montek Ahluwalia, Deputy Chairman - Planning Commission with P Chidambram ( former finance minister of India) . The event was on such a large scale that the stage set up for the even was too huge. At a location where SDB-4 circled the ground at one end and famous Mysore multiplex in vision at far end was a sight not easy to forget. We came to infosys at 3 PM , and believe me it was fortified like a city fearing Alaxander to attack the place. The entry for the employees was from the rear gate , and the parking at far end near GEC building ( will put a pic for all of them soon). Then we moved on to grounds where we were supposed to be seated. A first few seats were reserved for the media personnel, and behind them were we. I remembered the time when we went a bit early to see the Ravana burning during dusshera . I know bad comparison but was like that only.
Mr Chidambram said in his speech "Standing here it is difficult to believe that we are in India, that we are in not the capital city of a state, but in a city with a great history and an even greater future. This could be Silicon Valley in California. This could be the Rouen region in France, this could be Stuttgart, this could be any town in Australia, but we are proud that this is India. We are proud that the makers of this dream are here, with us, and let me begin by congratulating Shri. Narayana Murthy and those who founded Infosys 25 years ago."
This was then followed by our own Narain Murthy's speech. his speech started as "It is a matter of great pride to see your child grow up, embrace a good value system, seek high aspirations, and achieve more than what you ever thought was possible. My young friends, Infosys is one such child; a child who has made all of us proud not only just by her achievements but as much by her humility, grace, value system and courtesy"
Then bonus was annouced and there was cheer all round the place , and then there was a DJ night, in which KK performed his heart out on a ravishing stage studded with world class DJ lights , and sound system to rock 6000 people present in the ground. There was dance mood all around , and trainees leaving tension of upcoming Exams and Compri's danced on the single tune played through the night. Bet , even stars and moon were swaying to the sound of the live songs sung by KK , which were so language independent. Songs ranged from hindi , punjabi to kannada and tamil. Think that was first time i appreciated the south indian music first time. And the trend continues till date.
We all danced and partied till we fell , exhausted like dying remote batteries who are not replaced but pressed hard for one last time, remaining enough to reach our bikes. God knows how we drove to homes with only cherished memories acting as single source of energy in this physically depleted body. for the star studded function which just annouced that a young man of 25 years is ready to take on the world , and his roar has been no less than that of a lion to tremble entire world.
We are Here , and We are Here to Stay ... :) 
Wonder If they Too Miss Me ....
As i was in Mysore from a period of Oct 2005 to Aug 2006 , and then in Bangalore till Sept 2007 , i met so many friends , and so many memories which one can find throughout my blog. But this post is a question to myself, my lone self asking my soul that do my friends also miss me as i miss them. Have i been successful to create a small void in their life which will be missed for a long time. has this useless person found a place in any of the his friend's heart.
First thing that any of my friends, i think wud miss ( my housemates ) must be morning tea , or tea at any hour. And with one cup of tea would assemble all and talk the heart out.
My chatter - oh come on !!! there is not a caliber of any normal humna being who can blabber entire day without head or toe as me. Who i think wont let anyone die bored , but my comments. Have my constant chatter also left a void.
Have my useless comments brought a smile to your face anytime , and do they still compare a similar comment by someone. Do they not miss me while watching a movie, for fundoo commentary. And on top do they still use some of my PJ's and styles when am not around.
Then there are always a person who gets ultimate treatment , i dont know about my friends but my foes are sure , would never forget me. Had they been able to top the verbal insults thrown at them.
Last section of people: These are those people whom i have spent my last few months in Bangalore. For all the movies we saw together , for all the birthdays we celebrated , all parties we lived , all BDA we searched , all Hosur we ran lives out , all shortcuts we found , all intutions that failed , do you still call out "Deepak" sometime thinking Bloody hell, is he still there.
I am one of those disease who are difficult to be eradicated , and will cross paths more than often. My all tries to be normal , talk less have just resulted in people around me also talking more, for the color Black is like that. Takes all in its stride , just like my character.
Full of corruption , dirt , backstabbing and hell worth , if they are able to accept me.
My taunts on going to gym , ever-ready to go anywhere , and one thing which they should miss .My timings , atleast one thing that prevents my tainted image. And all things i promised i did , there was not a single leak, and did all possible to help all my friends, and those who were not in same way, selflessly.
Stop this virus before it spreads smile all over the world.
First thing that any of my friends, i think wud miss ( my housemates ) must be morning tea , or tea at any hour. And with one cup of tea would assemble all and talk the heart out.
My chatter - oh come on !!! there is not a caliber of any normal humna being who can blabber entire day without head or toe as me. Who i think wont let anyone die bored , but my comments. Have my constant chatter also left a void.
Have my useless comments brought a smile to your face anytime , and do they still compare a similar comment by someone. Do they not miss me while watching a movie, for fundoo commentary. And on top do they still use some of my PJ's and styles when am not around.
Then there are always a person who gets ultimate treatment , i dont know about my friends but my foes are sure , would never forget me. Had they been able to top the verbal insults thrown at them.
Last section of people: These are those people whom i have spent my last few months in Bangalore. For all the movies we saw together , for all the birthdays we celebrated , all parties we lived , all BDA we searched , all Hosur we ran lives out , all shortcuts we found , all intutions that failed , do you still call out "Deepak" sometime thinking Bloody hell, is he still there.
I am one of those disease who are difficult to be eradicated , and will cross paths more than often. My all tries to be normal , talk less have just resulted in people around me also talking more, for the color Black is like that. Takes all in its stride , just like my character.
Full of corruption , dirt , backstabbing and hell worth , if they are able to accept me.
My taunts on going to gym , ever-ready to go anywhere , and one thing which they should miss .My timings , atleast one thing that prevents my tainted image. And all things i promised i did , there was not a single leak, and did all possible to help all my friends, and those who were not in same way, selflessly.
Stop this virus before it spreads smile all over the world.
Thursday, December 6, 2007
Magical Infosys Tree
I still don’t remember exactly I got here, but it must have been an age now. May be quarter of millennium now , but am sure as in those times we hardly had any watches or calendar, but I remember one old lady sitting under my shed to generously feed a traveler with some beans, and soon I came to know I am in a city named “bele-benda-kalu-ooru” (in Kannada means, the place of boiled beans). Years passed in thin air as I grew up in midst of my friends and family. Then there was a big battle and all happy moods seemed to go. There were canons all around and deaths, of humans, animals and even my friends, the trees. Yet I survived, but what followed was a pleasant experience. All my surroundings were cleared and beautiful gardens came up in vicinity, under Haider Ali. Then there were still some of my friends whom I used to talk to, and then there were new kids who would hear all my stories so patiently. The trend continued in tenure of Tipu, the most heroic as they call him. And soon I found myself in another battle and from Tipu, went to moughals, back to Wodeyars. The change in age saw me least interested in this world, as most of my friends were gone, and soon should be my turn. Then came the British, and this city was Bangalore. A new name in old place. Tired of standing in isolation for centuries at same place and I tried to expand, want to move a few feet. Then came a dry patch, and I could not see a single person. All my friends and fellows were gone, and I was standing alone. Waiting for death. Then maybe some decades ago, while counting my last came this person. My eyes saw him as another traveler, not to know the savior. He returned next day, and after and soon daily. I thought my days are counted and will soon be chopped off, as the only tree in this barren land. My age old fight to nature will die off to this mankind. I have been respected for ages, from peers and foes alike. Buildings started to come up all over the place, and the people used to come in shade of me. Their children played with me, but I was a dieing soldier. I wanted to give them shade but my days like leaves left in me were counted. Then this spectacled person came to me, inspected me and whispered in my ear. “Don’t worry together we will see it through. You promise to live, I promise to take all care for you”.
For first time in my life I felt someone respected me, but deep in my heart I know my days are counted. Still I believed in him, and soon there were some people working on me. Suddenly I started feeling blood running in veins, and my heart beat coming back. I was delighted and what followed was a beautiful garden around me. And so many trees around me, so many new friends. I still tell them all the tales of the ages I have seen. But what makes me most happy are so many people passing by me each day. They also seem to be warriors like me inspired by that same man who once whispered life my ears, and years in my age.
So each time you pass by me, do thank that man and smile at me because I smile back to you each time you smile to me. Thanks for giving my life back.
PS: Don’t forget to take a picture of you with me, don’t u think I am photogenic.
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