Monterey bay

It has been a dream too long to have a room by side of ocean, a beach just a few feet away and sleep in the sound of water. Go down the beautiful beach, listen to the music of water , watch the waves crash into each other and crumble to the madness of luxury entire sea has to offer, then go down and try to reach the farthest land it can , and still not touch the point it desires.
Monterey is 70 miles from Fremont, and is famous for its fishery and the coastline. More important , it is just an hour drive from Fremont. So all bags set and packed to go there.
Destination : Best Western Beach Resort , Monterey
Partners in crime: Me, Anshu , Vaishu , Vikram
The Car : Brand New Infiniti G 37 (touchwood)

We started off as usual in the lazy manner, with the target leaving time as 930 AM, we barely made out of bed by that time. We hit the road as late as 11:15 PM , and encountered heavy traffic. The initial drive to Big Sur was cut short by heavy traffic , and we decided to check in the hotel first. We got the room at 2:15 PM and drove directly to big sur, even without unloading. We did have a slice of food while waiting for the room keys. Big Sur.  The name "Big Sur" is derived from the original Spanish-language "el sur grande", meaning "the big south", or from "el país grande del sur", "the big country of the south".
The first point we crossed was bixby Creek Bridge, and we stopped for a couple of shots of the famous bridge. The entire drive was scenic and awesome for anyone who loves Sea. Different shades of water could be found nearly everywhere from lighest shade of blue to the darkest of green. The underwater life along with possible white sand and rocks gave it a majestic look. What looked from a distance was silent sea, protesting violently at the shore. And we moved on the final destination Pfeiffer Big Sur State Park. We took a short trail to the national park which had one of the smallest but most popular waterfall I have seen, and possibly the only one not to have public access. It seems amazing how the supply of water in that tiny waterfall has persisted over the years.
 We then had a small photo session here and there, and planned to go either for 17 mile drive or Fisherman Wharf in Monterey enroute to Best Western Resort. The sunlight prompted us to go directly to the resort, for that majestic sunset we might just be able to watch. The decision worked perfectly fine as we were able to witness the majestic sunset. I had earlier seen Sunrise in Nandi Hills , and missed the opportunity to see famous Darjeeling sunrise in 2002 (still repenting it ), but this was not to be missed. captured the sun naked hand , and tried to stop it , but it just did not. I came to know one more thing, they lied. All those poets who claimed sun goes in sea lied. I was by the bay , the Pacific Ocean, and it still went behind the hills on the side. The pace it went down with made us wonder, is Earth rotating really that fast, or we were just so majestically enthralled in the experience that the time just flew by.
As it went down, all partners in crime just got few mice running in stomach, we have been traveling whole day with skipped meals, the small place had whole lot of options. You name the cuisine and it had it, from cheap to most expensive. We jumped into the new Infiniti and hoped it give us all the options , which it promptly did. I will skip the discussions what followed to decide what happened, but took another 20 minutes to finalize a venue , which we promptly discarded as soon as we saw the ambiance of the place . The dinner was then done at Round Table Pizza , followed with Ice Cream at Baskin Robins and played a handful of cards before we retired off to sleep for next day plans.
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One More Friend Lost ..

 One More Friend Lost ..
Posted by Deepak Gupta on August 11, 2007 at 12:04pm
Last few weeks have been most entralling in my life , when i am getting new friends and losing old ones, for like a snake i am , seems like loosing the old skin, but believe me its very very painful. A tear trickles down the eye, with each falling wicket. with each wound that has over the times dug deep in the flesh, that the marks will stay till the end. How easy it is to end something you wanted for so long. For losing love i have never loved , but losing good friends is what has started pinching me. For so long have i been tired to smile now, for someone who might not even consider me a friend. for all those who still talk to me cauz i call them sometimes or we chat regularly .. PLEASE STOP ... Some friends are made life long , and as such one expect them to be there.
There can be sometimes when the mood is not right , but you dont tell a friend , i am watching TV. seems somethings more important than me. I believe one odd day humans might be able to survive without food , water or oxygen , but without friends .. impossible, for that will be existing and not living...
Some people grow so fast in the career , and at such a pace , that they start ignoring turtle paced people like me. for them who dont care about bad luck , and still for those friend whose major concern seems to be more than other people watching scraps by them in my srapbook as potentional danger as to what others will say, there is just one thing i wanna say. believe me , i dont want to , but here it goes .. "always be nice to people on your way up , you generally meet them on your way down".
I know i have been too slow in this fast paced world, and friends are tired of moving so slow. and here i stand in this world , making new friends who will also one day lose my hand in this fast paced world. And this is what i have stopped from making new friends, want to hold a few left. some of my best pals , my best stress relievers have now become so big , that they dont have time or advise. only one thing u can expect from them , ask yourself. I have been left in this jungle world as a foe among friends. thank you miss , it has been nice knowing you for so long ...
one thing i realised evening of aug 10, friday that it is so easy to be shut, to feel so little, to be eradicate. time when i realised people dont take me serious any more. for should i stop fooling around. for i will try to seal my lips.
For this friend of mine ,anyone can take a guess.
I know i dont have any manners to talk to anyone, but to be neglected as today , to make me realise what I am ... to tell not the world , who cares about it after all (other than her) ... feels real good. good bye friend , you will go to greater heights , to places never touched by anyone. Ask me it will be very very very hard for me to live without taking her advise, but i promise i will never ever again disturb you while you are watching TV or not ...

Lunch with Ghost

SATURDAY, OCTOBER 11, 2008
Lunch With Ghost
9th Oct 2008 was an optional holiday in Infosys , but for me a regular working day. It happens She has come to Bangalore for a short term and is staying in ECC. since there was no one in project working , i thought it will be good idea to meet her over lunch. The name that haunts me for so long is finally back into my life. I had known i would meet a girl by that name and she will be one of those who i would have thought i will meet. Well , so lets say i have to decide whether to talk to this person, without actually telling her anything. Well , to start she is from Chandigarh, was in Bangalore for 2 years but now transferred to Chandigarh. One might just feel she is back to bangalore to meet me , or my future plans were stuck because i was destined to meet someone like her , for some past memories and associations to her to be re-lived. Not many know her importance in my life is an age old phenomenon. She is one thousand of common names present in India. So Where did i first meet her , in HSR Layout. Now she is wearing a Black Dress ( as probably the Dress Code) , and she is one of those beauties who anyone would miss out at first. She slowly seeps into you as an addiction and irresistible habit. You tend to know her , and more you know, still more you would love to know.
She is basically one strong kid, a real child by heart who knows how to carry herself. A bindass girl EverReady for a good snap, and to any planned trip. One of a few girl who would pump in blood in the veins. So we have not even started with lunch details with this Bar-1 Girl.
She came dressed so properly , and fragnance of her exotic hair were all it required to bring a smile back. Her real cool smile was the flavour of the day. And thanks she obliged to come to my desk on my insistence. I always thought i will be able to persuade her , not because i have the power but because of a sheer coincidence in her name that still keeps on haunting me. I look to her as a very good friend , a re-incarination of the one gone. I confirmed over the times if she was in delhi sometimes , but she was not. So the office was nearly vacant , and we went out , when she proudly annouced that she will not have lunch as she is fasting. So i understood its time to be hungry again. Still i could not afford to lose her company in deserted company on a holiday. It was holiday for me also, but i decided not to tell her the fact.
So we moved out and sat for a sugarcane juice. She is one sweet girl , with a sweeter voice and still best smile. I wont say she is the most beautiful, but yes , she is one of the most good looking , decent , sober and perfectly dressed ladies to come in my life. So we started the conversation , and i said everything about myself. My honest opinions and true me were out to that piercing smile which refused to fade away despite being at loss of words. by end of conversation, she had known of my educational background, my finances and the most treasured part of my life. Thank God , the tear did not trickled down my eyes. For that would have been defeat of the soul that changed me.
But by end , i knew the angel sitting by me had an interst in light english melodious songs , romantic novels. She listens to soft music , and love to note the quotations. Her favourite Ghazal singer is Jagjit Singh , even though she can not identify between Pankaj Udhas and Jags.
The sugarcane juice was followed by lemon tea at Lotus Eaterz. She was just superb in her dressing sense (as always) and carried herself well. I had to think many times if she would just not want to roam around with me , for she being sky and me on earth ... those meet in horizon which never exists. Then a small stroll to casa , where she told she loves to walk. I was happy she is second girl after my crush , to love doing so. Then we went to multimedia building and then to building 44 where we went to see NRN's cabin , but a board meeting in place kept us at a distance. Well , she just came down and glided back to hostel to complete a perfect festival called Dusshera , and i will just cherish those hours with her forever ... i just want to tell you , i like the way you talk , the way you smile, your ever - energetic approach to life , who is bindass , care-free , one who does not carry any burden or extra baggage and the way your name is same as the ghost i had known ... Miss you always ...
Take Care ............. and always be in touch even if i go away or you do ... and remember you are just awsome ....

Vaishu's Birthday

10th April .
Its a date too many for me to forget , but too many things that if i forgot something please pardon. But this time I had to travel to Orange County for other important event in my life, which coincided with Vaishnavi's birthday. But with such an energetic and ever enthusiastic girl it was difficult to hide a secret. So Anshu hatched a plan to celebrate her birthday well in advance. So wednesday April 7 we met and decided to celebrate her budday at Atin/Neha's house. The cake was picked up from her fav store (Coldstone) and decorations from Raileys. Then decided to divert her mind by asking them to go for dinner outside. And yes, dinner was all ready from Masala Grill.

So by the time Vikram Vaishu reached Atin's home , we were done with decorations and a big surprise.
Vaishu took whole of her strength out to blew the magical candles. The song followed and few dances , and Vaishu's eyes said all the expression of her happiness, and that it was a hit.

Well for her birthday , Vikram threw open hell lot of surprise. I was in LA and returned late night on 10th, but caught them both at 11 45 PM in BART just to wish birthday, right on time :)

BJs

Venue : BJs
Participant : Me, anshu , pooja, nalini, raman , manu

 It was a tiring day , cold and very cold. It was the first time I met Manu but as the time would say it, it was a pleasant experience. The food there was awesome and I just the ambiance of the place. Pretty cool going along with Manu , Nalini , Pooja and Raman.

Santa Cruz Beach

Venue: Santa Cruz Beach
Date : April 24 , 2010
Partners in Crime : Me , Anshu, Atin , Neha , Vikran Vaishu

Another one of my ad hoc just have fun , on the spot plan that just cropped out of nowhere after a very tiring day at office and more tiring evening. I could go on and write so much fun we had the night prior, went to Dana Bazaar, then Walmart, Costco , Taco Bell , only to be picked up and informed that it was Haresh birthday and we have arranged a surprise party.

Venue: Atin/Neha Home 
Time: 11 10 PM
Anshu went to Neha's place to be joined by me, but the birthday plans took a longer than usual time, and by the time i was back it was 1115 PM and all miscreants have decided. As i Entered the place, there was a wicked smile all over. First to break silence was Vaishu, who told me about the plans. Next on the list I saw Vik , as he held his head high to my eyes, as if pleading guilty. The next in line was my sweetie pie Anshu, pleading guilty as if she has not done the crime. Already tired, but as my friends know, always up for adventure.
So Santa Cruz beach, next morning 8 AM. Plan and plan to execute right before our eyes. So after finalizing the trip details, we went right into our beds at respective places.

Venue: The lakeview Appartments , My place
Date 26 April.
Time : 6 AM .
Did I really sleep well , I am not sure. But pretty sure that if we have to leave by 8, this is the time to be. Landed up in shower and then in kitchen by 630 AM, trying to make sandwiches for all , as much as i can, only to find out that everyone has exhausted all supplies of namkeen (snacks). Well , then decided to take the raw material itself.

Time : 8 AM
All set . Yes , amazingly all are ready and raring to go. Few things before we say it lets go, like some stuff to eat. So it was decided, me and Anshu head to Walmart while the rest go right through to the beach. After going through the Walmart , we reached the place at around 9 30 AM.

The weather was cool , and there was chill in air despite the bright sunlight that was making the sand golden brown, there was not a foot in water. So we started with the beach masti .
Volleyball : with 3 a side game, it took us few brutal blows and running around too much that after 30 minutes of play, we decided to call it off for volleyball.The next on the cards was baseball, which was more fun and better suited to wonderful conditions. Few pics were clicked and then we proceeded towards the destination water. It has been like 1030 AM, and the water still was chilly for us to go in. however we dared and started playing freesbie, when out of blue, Anshu caught a living crab in the fresbee (pics ). It was as big as palm of human hand and had very sharp claws. We played with it like we are playing with a kid, but careful. One sting and we will be back hospital. Once we were satisfied with the game, me and Anshu went back to throw it back in sea. We had to go a bit deeper just to make sure that it does not come back.
Once we threw it back, no one in our group ( other than me and An ) went to bay again, such was the terror of king size crab, which could have easily made its way to 30$ platter.
Next on the cards was kite flying , and once we all were done with it, we just tied the kite to a holder and laid down in sun. The kite was on auto pilot mode and never dwindled. Seemed like we just had used a adhesive in the sky.
Lunch time, and within seconds An was in water. Then got a sandvich for her and went with her to the water. Jumping and playing, wading off the waves, breaking the big ones and riding on the small ones, we had our natural salted moist sandvich. We felt as if we owned the sea, we felt as if nothing is there to separate us, but then a voice from back to pack the things up. We sneaked in just little more time to get back to water once more.
The day was still not over. We wanted to go on for roller coaster rides. But hard time deciding , lunch or rides. Rides won. Next few hours were the roller coaster rides, followed up by evening snacks.
Next was arcade games, and we won like few teddies, tried boozuka and broke a few pins. The day was far from over, and water still not sufficient.
Neha suggested we go to Santa Clara downtown, we could say Yes, but our legs screamed and screeched ... No way. And we returned home, and saw the swimming pool. Me , Vikram , vaishu and An went into swimming costume only to realise that pathetic lakeview apt have locked out the pool for no reason and without any notice. But then proceeded to presidio and had a nice time in heated swimming pool and jacuzzzi .... went back home for a home made dinner and  3 idiots to seal off the tiring day.

An interesting convo

Unaware of what this is, how serious this is , i met a converted guy today. Happy when I met him, happy for his new religion, happy for all he now had. A new middle name, which is not surprisingly missing from his class X marksheet, a new religion ( like a child fasinated by new toy), a new God , a new passion to serve the new God, and with a zest to enlighten me more about this new majestic religion which he follows now.
This friend of me, was awestruck when I recited, Our Fathers in Heaven to him. He was struck when i told i have read Bible and Quran as much as i know bhagwad Gita, and so was he surprised how do i continue with oldest religion in the world. Its superstitious no , or is it not in fashion.Old religion, we don't go by it anymore.
well , then I asked my friend to convince me to convert. asked him to be monk and let me the pupil.
So the conversation starts that world is coming to an end in Oct 2011, and that there will be 5 months of extreme heat and fire that will melt everything that exists. We all will be dead, and the only way to save us will be Jesus who will come down and take all our wrath on himself.
I am not pretty much excited about the former part, but yes i would love to see God coming down in Oct to save us (or my friend). I think my religion is pretty much stable and nothing comes to end soon. It tells me about the same period that the world will come to end, but that world is symbolic. The era will change, the new era will come. So if someone just stole the date from hindu calender and tried to preach its meanings without understanding is likely to be in shock to see Lord.
But my friend was finding more peace, he said the church gave him silence. I persuaded him to come to temple, and he was afraid. Saying he will go only to church, he wont come to temple. I so then asked him, will coming to temple lessen your faith in hinduism or christanity. You have been with yr parents to temple all yr life, all your engineering days it was a Hindu god u prayed and u got best result. Now when you are fully established, you refer to change the God. If it really come from within (to change religion) then going to temple should not affect. I go to church regularly !!!! my faith is still strong.
He was surprised at me not going bersek. I smiled and said, "Did you ever saw me violent". Well , this was him, and he asked me one thing. "What if I come back to hinduism".
I replied," You never left it my friend ".

Rest of journey there was a silence, and he gave me a big hug, smiled and said," I now know my Son, like my family, like me , will always be Hindu".

Sita Sings the Blues

Have you ever wondered why the freedom of speech, of expression and to make movies is limited to making mockery of other religions. Have you wondered how MF Hussain being muslim drew the paintings of Rama and other Hindu Gods while in India and became the best painter in world by using the brush in obscene manner, at same time Salman was given fatwa for Satanic verses. Same offense, different results. Then came out Sita sings the blues, the movie received so many awards that I was tempted to watch it once. Coupled with the fact it is available for free viewing, i gave it a shot. Lets see what western world understands from the most pure and ancient religions of the world.
The movie starts with the most violent act of some lady ( i still did not know who they tried to depict) kicking the gramophone records. Then came the title and it claimed its Ramayan by Valmiki. Then starts the torture, the way the language is spoken, the way the claim of Ramayan is questioned as if it was real or not, made me feel sad. I dont even know how many versions of other religious books exists, but for  Ramayan has a very simple text written in a way that a student in 4th grade in india is able to understand it in entirity, but the IQ of that child , atleast seems to be ages ahead of others who seem to be more proficient in reading and understanding skills. The book is considered holy for Hindus because it talks about how Evil King Ravana (the king of deamons ) was killed by Lord Rama. But then the movie depicts Ravana as a learned man who did only 1 sin, well possibly because I think stealing, molesting the original content, using abusive languages, drinking, and not respecting others is a symbol of Great Learning in the west. But sadly in my country these are not counted in good deeds. For us, respecting others, tolerating the in-disciplined, to be polite and humble are considered good. Well, the movie possibly is a veil to depict some other religion, because the story actually does not makes any sense. The way the satire is presented looks like a normal story in west, but its waste if u look at it in indian style.
The movie should start with a disclaimer tag: all those who love making fun of other religion (maybe because of insecurity that the other religion is better than their own, or for some other reason) should watch how the holy book of hindus is molested. It makes me perfect sense to compare this movie to actual Ramayana, may be this becomes a modern Ramayana, where the challenges are different than those existed when the Ramayana was written.
First thing first, Hindus are peace making and peace loving creatures, they dont believe in blasting bombs or doing blind fire. But remember everyone has a limit. The day the water overflows a tumbler, it has to flick over. I am amazed for how long can we stick to our traditions of tolerance.
Ramayana is a fight of well cultured gentleman,Ram  to fight injustice against Ravana (which according to the movie is not bad otherwise). The entire movie never mentions Laxman going to exile, neither how is he poisoned. I think the terms like helping others, lending a helping hand, be considerate to others are virtues which are prevalant only in Hindus, while being a mere dictionary term when it comes to religion which the producer director of the movie follows. I am not sure which religion she follows(if she really does), but one thing is sure, her religion tells her and encourages her to do a mockery of other religions. Which religion is that in the world.
What is the aim achieved by making such movies and distributing them on mass scale, truely reflects where the world is heading. I am still left wondering as to how much more tolerance and patience is present in the people following this religion that they still are protesting peacefully. They are still not going out and planting bombs are issuing something like fatwa for the movie crew. They infact dont have such a command to execute. They are peace loving, and very friendly, helpful, thoughful and take the world out of such crisis. But once in a while there will be a Ravana who will be waiting to be dead in hands of people like Ram.
Whatever one do, whatever be the motive , whatever be the path, the movie ends with the girl reading ramayana, over and over again. May be she is also trying to figure out how the real one is depicted to a limit where the spoof will also be ashamed of it.

Sita Sings the blues is nothing but the type of work which creates stir in the society, and is directly responsible for people taking arms to protect their identity. The people who make such movies are those who create terrorists in the society, and then go and make movies on those terror strikes. The only way to stop these types of movies getting popular does not exist, but god forbid, don't make movies which might turn the most sacred peace loving religion in this world also a menace. The world will see its end if that happens.

Sincere request: Please consider Earth as a safe place, and try to respect the feelings of others. They matter more than few awards you win by laughing on sentiments of others. The creativity is good, but please use it to make movies like Avatar and not Sita Sings the Blues. 

For you ....

Eye so shy the smile so fine,
An angel u r like the finest of wine,
Years waited my ears your mere sign,
In My heart will you be for all of you is mine.

You are as pure as that dove of love,
for the Cupid struck me with your name on the bow,
All the love that i wished i ever saw ,
With you on my side will never will be low.

I am glad that I got the most beautiful eyes,
The one you have with wonderful smile ,
Love you angel like i loved none did in the wild,
and let you fall in my arms till time might slide.

We are ...

we are most wonderful in our own stride. Even the weakest link is the strongest one. We just have to believe that God has made us in a way that we all form keys of a massive lock that needs to be adjusted, formed in proper combination and then run through for unlocking the mystery. So today take a chance, decide and go for it. you will win .... just believe that you will, and the beliefs will follow you. Just take a step to target, and the roads will move you... trust me to trust yourself and the God will trust you, and he like me , like you will hit the target and make it worth... we are what we are ... and we are all the best ...

Yuva Sakti Samarth

Sakti samarth ho tum aaj hindu yuva ,
haath mein mashaal liye ankho mein sapne liye ,
sangh ki ekta samajh ke dekho aaj duniya ke liye,
kadam se kadam mile , haath se haath jude ,
hindu yuva mridul baja ke chalo ,
aaj fir se tum shakti samarth ho ker chalo tum.

yuva ki sphoorti hai dhara ki shakti,
is dhara per kadam gad chalo tum ,
hawa mein udo bin pankh aaj se tum ,
amber se nahi pawan se prakharta seekho,
sangh ke sach ko tum ko kerna hai sakar ,
sahi raah se jo yuva mude hai baar baar,
aaj fir unko laana hai rangne basanti.

sadiyo se chale aa rahe hai shaan se jeete,
aaj duniya ko sikhana hai shaan se jeena,
sab mein dikhte bhagwan hai humko aaj bhi,
apni dhristi deni hai aaj is bhoomi ke her chakshu ko,
sangh ki nayan se suraj ke tez dena hai her yuva ko ,
sakti samarth ho ker chal rahi hai lehar aaj is jug mein

And how Does IPL bind us ...

As the season started, the drums rolled, the ribbons flew and IPL was back in the land where it all started. It not only brought back similar KKR starting the tourney, but it brought with it another stride of memories, of the IPL 1 and the second version. Of the coke bottles we opened, the chips we flavoured, the tea we had ...  the friends we were and how united we were in the regional fight of mumbai and delhi. How best it was to fight over a stupid shot played or wonderful single taken, of the last ball sixes and first ball wickets. Of the out-of-form watch winning cricketers and free fall of icons. Nothing changed as i watched the first match, nothing it seems will change. For now in my house are segments from each part of India, who cheer ,swear and shout at each opportunity so granted upon them as the masters of the game. Yet at the end are all smiles, frustration persists after a bit longer discussion to the losing side, but it fades away as soon as the next match is on. The entertainment value and the points are all well taken and very well understood. The sentiments of people overflow, are over the flow yet delimited by simple common sense, that this is like a 3 hour movie, and nothings really cricket in it, other than the swinging bat, the swooshing ball, the tumbling fielders and ever so enthusiastic audience. Did i forget the cheerleaders. But in the midst of all this, there are those 13 players on field who are trying to make a million other smile, another tens of thousands to cheer, few thousands to earn money for next day, few hundred (people) to make millions and selected few to earn hundreds of million. Other then that, it gives a hope , a hope that it will be better next time, an urge to do it twice a year, but then if World Cup is held each other, it will lose its importance.
The IPL -3 is back, and with it are the curses the smiles the abuses the swears the laughter , the sense of winning and the sense of frustration ... sense that is senseless is back ....

Mein Hindu Yuva

aaj is dharti ke dum per, nikal pada hoon jug badalne,
kal tak khud ko talaashta mein aaj nikal pada hoon amber choone,
anter-man ke asmanjas per paaker vijay badh chala hoon is dhara ko rangne,
kabhi kisi ki haani nahi ki apni raksha ker chal pada hoon shrishti bachane,
mein hindu yuva chal pada hoon poore jug ko santri rangne.

her taraf se aate mere mool per prahar hai aaj,
sej shayayya tyaag ker uth gaya fir kerne raaj,
jagat ja raha hai vipad-sthithi mein kerna hai abhi bada kaaj,
badh rahi hai dhwani bahut kerna hai ab shor ko saaz ,
mein hindu yuva jag ko bachane uth chala hoon aaj.

her roshini ke gehre saaye mein tapakta is duniya ka swaarth,
kab se bachata chala hoon mein duniya ko nar sanghar se mein ,
aaj lau liye prem ki chal pada hoon us path per mein ,
jahan fool barse her jagah per saathi ho hum sabhi saath,
mein hindu yuva is sandesh ko failane chal chala hoon apne aap hi aaj.

sadiyo se lehrate us santri se aman ka sandesh,
dekha jisne ram ko diya jisne geeta ka updesh,
lad chala jo laaj bachane jhansi ki shaan ke saath,
kahin shivaji kahin paranhans kahin hindu ekta ke haath,
mein hindu yuva badh chala hoon bhagwa lekar duniya ko bachane aaj,

badh chala hoon mein hindu yuva ab mein is lau ke saath,
jug ko dikhane sooraj ka tez,
chal chala hoon is deepak ke saath ,
badh chala hoon mein hindu yuva is jug ko bachane aaj ...

Barsaat ki Ek Shaam ...

aaj is sunhere se chamakte aakash mien kahin se to bijli giri , kahin per to door ek badal ka tukda aa gaya mere hi ghar per , jaise talaash raha ho koi apna. kabhi mein usse dekh ker muskura deta to kabhi woh ek do vidyut ki tarange chod ker mere ko jaise ched deta. kuch der is tanha se ghar ki chat per baithe mein usse ghoorta raha, na usne palakein jhapkayi , na mein wahan se hata. Avichal akhand khade us badal ke saathi , uske saath judte chale gaye. woh jo chakshu bhar in aankho mein samaya pada tha dhara jitna vishaal ho gaya tha. ab us masoom se dikhne wale badal ke aakar ne sunhere aakash ko apne rang mein dhaal mein syaahi jaisa ker diya tha. us ne samjha ki mein shayad kamzor ho raha hoon , thandi hawayein mere jism ko cheerti huwi nikal ja rahi thi, maano ki meri rooh se jaan maang rahi ho. ek aadh paani ki boondein bhi padi, per haunsala adig, aur irada chataan. kuch der phele dikhne wala masoom sa bacha anayas hi bada ho gaya. kahin se ek aawaz aayi , aur meri hum-nafaz ki khanatki choodiyon ne jaise mere ander nayi jaaan bhar di. abhi aaker mere saath baithi hi thi ki woh gor se gharja. rimjim kerti uski boondo ne jaise nayi jaan si la di. woh khadi to huwi per jaise ek ki baat hriday ke madhaym se ho gayi. uske badte kadam ruke aur woh mere aagosh mein aaker baith gayi , maano ki jaise ek hi ho. Aur jhilmil se boodein rimjhim kerti huwi humne bhigati rahi. Kab aakash ka rang hum mein mil gaya ya hum uske rang mein kuch yaad nahi raha. Her chalakti boond mein ek naya geet tha. Ek aisa anupam sa ehsaas ki jaise her ek paani ki dhaara amrit ho. chand ghanto tak barasne ke baad woh badal haar maan ke ek naye deepak ko bhujane nikal pada. aur hum dono wahin ussi tarah ek doosre mein samaye huwe kab raat ke bister per so gaye kuch pata hi nahi chala ... 
Taken from : http://deepakg83.info 

SpiceJet Ad

i would have not spent time on writing something like this, but the new SpiceJet Ad amused me more than anything else. It is an exhibition of a loser, of someone who has accepted the defeat and trying to cash in on it, shamelessly. Instead of promising a better service, the ad works telling advantages of bad service.
It tells how easy it is to miss a few important meetings, but most of the times we are flying back home to meet our near and dear ones. Delayed flights won't take into account of that loss, the frustration that follows and the reputation that sinks and stinks, rather it seems to a proud for SpiceJet to have delayed or cancelled flights.
What a pity !!!
They then openly tell they don't have the best carrier, but the best solitaire player in the country travels in that airline. Can someone of a real good repute come and claim he is happy to spend money on a below par service, which is irregular, irresponsible and proud of its shortcomings. To have worst service is one thing, but to accept it and not try to improve it, I strongly believe this is definitely not the way.
And then they claim, its only hours the flight get delayed, so what. You have time to waste, waste it on airport, why not use railways then. But then it will always be at bottom on pile, and remain like that forever, unless there is a change in mindset .
I just hope they re-think that Indian population has come of age when they now have understood what is correct and what is not. Quality is still not compromised, and failures still not accepted.