tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66405360853752797582024-03-21T17:30:56.912+05:30The Moo PointRachithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03982028312668984052noreply@blogger.comBlogger46125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6640536085375279758.post-7097282562282085712014-12-17T16:13:00.004+05:302020-08-06T14:47:44.406+05:30Understanding The Poetry of Time<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Every minute,</div><div class="MsoNormal">I can hear something.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></div>
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Two words — just two words,</div><div class="MsoNormal">repeated thirty times.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></div>
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I judge often — this really bad poet,</div><div class="MsoNormal">who’s always in my room.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">But the poet keeps writing,</div><div class="MsoNormal">I keep staring and the clock stares back...</div><div class="MsoNormal">...as if I’m the one,</div><div class="MsoNormal">incapable of understanding,</div><div class="MsoNormal">this — this poetry of time.</div>
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Rachithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03982028312668984052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6640536085375279758.post-57281066766444468192014-12-14T08:05:00.001+05:302020-07-31T13:37:35.590+05:30Duniya Madhosh Hai<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Jhoomtey sitaare,</div>
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ghoomti duniya,</div>
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girta suraj,</div>
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rengti galiyaan,</div>
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ludhaktey pattey...</div>
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Rachithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03982028312668984052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6640536085375279758.post-43342523036756221142014-09-01T20:49:00.002+05:302014-09-01T20:50:01.526+05:30Toofan Ne Shuru Kiya<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Main to
ghoomne aaya tha,<o:p></o:p></div>
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baat karna
to toofan ne shuru kiya.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Main to
shaant rehne wala tha,<o:p></o:p></div>
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garajna to
toofan ne shuru kiya.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Maine to moo
tak modd liya tha,<o:p></o:p></div>
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kheechna to
toofan ne shuru kiya.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Maine to ek
hi shabd bola tha,<o:p></o:p></div>
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darrna to
toofan ne shuru kiya.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Maine to bas
phook maari thi,<o:p></o:p></div>
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bikharna to
toofan ne shuru kiya.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Musafir to
main tha,</div>
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lekin raasta
khona to toofan ne shuru kiya. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Rachithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03982028312668984052noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6640536085375279758.post-8387700806252524692014-08-12T11:55:00.000+05:302014-08-12T11:55:46.294+05:30Chaand bada ho raha hai...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">W</span>akt hai baarish ka, wakt hai chaand ke bachha banne ka,</div>
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ek liberal pita suraj uska naam,</div>
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ek hifaazat karti baadal naam ki maa,</div>
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pita chaand ko raat mein bhi khelne deta,</div>
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par maa to maa hai,</div>
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bachhe ko zyada bahar nahi aane deti,</div>
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“maa, thodi der khelne do, taare bula rahe hain,”</div>
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maa fatt se garaj jaati,</div>
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chaand khidki se chupke chupke bahar dekhta,</div>
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ek do pal ke liye awaaz laga leta taare doston ko,</div>
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par maa ke gusse se kaha bach paata,</div>
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baras jaati maa, chhup jaata chaand,</div>
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suraj bhi door intezaar mein baitha rehta,</div>
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kab dharampatni shaant hogi,</div>
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kab wo khud ayega aur apne chaand se bete ko,</div>
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lorri sunake, pyaar se sulaayega.</div>
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Wakt hai baarish ka,</div>
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wakt hai chaand ke bachha banne ka,</div>
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Rachithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03982028312668984052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6640536085375279758.post-20607441731767059582014-07-08T11:54:00.000+05:302014-07-08T18:43:04.161+05:30Advertising Words vs Real Words<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span lang="EN-US" style="background: white; color: #333333; font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> Raat ko ek jhokha aya,</span><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
<span style="background: white;">sondha sa – na tez, na hi dheema,</span><br />
<span style="background: white;">seena paar karke, ungliyon se nikal gaya,</span><br />
<span style="background: white;">aur uda le gaya, shabd dar shabd, pal dar pal,</span><br />
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<span style="background: white;">ek baar pooch hi liya hota,</span><br />
<span style="background: white;">bana hi leta ek pankti kam se kam,</span><br />
<span style="background: white;">koi matlab hi ban jaata,</span><br />
<span style="background: white;">nikal liye bina soche samjhe,</span><br />
<span style="background: white;">kaunsa main tumhe kaid kar jaata,</span><br />
<span style="background: white;"><br />
<span class="textexposedshow">ek baar pooch hi liya hota,</span><br />
<span class="textexposedshow">koi vakya hi bana leta,</span><br />
<span class="textexposedshow">dete wakt thoda mujhe,</span><br />
<span class="textexposedshow">dhaage mein piro hi leta,</span><br />
<span class="textexposedshow">bala se meri, ghoomo lawarisab tum,</span><br />
<span class="textexposedshow">samajh le agar tumhe galat koi,</span><br />
<span class="textexposedshow">dosh na daalna mujhpar tum,</span><br />
<br />
<span class="textexposedshow">ek baar pooch hi liya hota,</span><br />
<span class="textexposedshow">tumhe gulzaar saab ka pata de deta,</span><br />
<span class="textexposedshow">ban hi jaate koi kavita, ya koi lokokti,</span><br />
<span class="textexposedshow">kam se kam, koi jhokha jab tumhe wapas laata,</span><br />
<span class="textexposedshow">tumhara arth padke,</span><br />
<span class="textexposedshow">main khudbhi dang reh jaata,</span><br />
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<span class="textexposedshow">raasta ab aur koi nahi,</span><br />
<span class="textexposedshow">khelna hi padega ab jua,</span><br />
<span class="textexposedshow">mere YE shabd banaam mere WO shabd,</span><br />
<span class="textexposedshow">daav par hai meri chhavi,</span><br />
<span class="textexposedshow">mere do moohe shabd aur mere andar ka kavi,</span><br />
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<span class="textexposedshow">ek baar pooch hi liya hota,</span><br />
<span class="textexposedshow">ye dohra khel na khelna padta,</span><br />
<span class="textexposedshow">saja deta tumhe bhi motiyon ki tarah,</span><br />
<span class="textexposedshow">hawa ka jhonka tumhe uda na paata,</span><br />
<span class="textexposedshow">rakhta kalam ki nok par tumhe,</span><br />
<span class="textexposedshow">likhta tassali se par likhta hi chala jata.</span><br />
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<span class="textexposedshow">ek baar...bas ek baar pooch ke dekha hota,</span><br />
<span class="textexposedshow">kam se kam aaj subha,</span><br />
<span class="textexposedshow">client servicing se to na gaali khaata.</span></span></span><span class="textexposedshow"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Rachithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03982028312668984052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6640536085375279758.post-33943628272525452082014-06-30T14:59:00.000+05:302014-06-30T14:59:12.592+05:30Armaanon ka Hammam<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">Bhale hi tu ho ek pathar ki moorat,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">dekh ke har roz imaan rukhsat karta hoon,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">armaanon ke hammam mein,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">main bas bulbule udaate rehta hoon.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: #37404e; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 20px;"><i>Imaan - Religion | </i></span></span><i style="color: #37404e; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 20px;">Rukhsat - Bid Adieu | </i><i style="color: #37404e; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 20px;">Hammam - Bubble Bath</i></div>
Rachithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03982028312668984052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6640536085375279758.post-85998338757537835732014-06-22T13:07:00.004+05:302014-06-22T13:08:24.457+05:30Whiskey in Monsoon<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">Karwahat mein pade wo barf ke tukde,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">aur unpar girti baarish ki meethi boondein,</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">ab dekhna ye hai ki dil zyada rota hai... ya baadal.</span><br />
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Rachithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03982028312668984052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6640536085375279758.post-29441881921497002092014-03-25T14:10:00.000+05:302014-03-25T14:11:38.009+05:30Khabr Ka Mooh Vigyapan Se Dhaka Hai<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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har raat daawat bulaati thi aatma,</div>
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bulaati andar ke janwar ko,</div>
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aur saath mein andar ke insaan ko,</div>
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janwar ke liye irsha ke pakwaan,</div>
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aur pratishodh ki mithai,</div>
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insaan ke liye santushti ka samosa,</div>
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aur prem ki lassi,</div>
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har raat dono, din ki khabrein padhte,</div>
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janwar dushmanon ki, aur insaan shareer ki,</div>
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aur fir jiski khabron ka masala zyada teekha hota,</div>
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wo uss raat ka vijeta hota.</div>
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par kal raat sab shaant tha,</div>
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aatma soch mein pad gayi,</div>
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ki kya ye dono dost ban gaye hain,</div>
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ya ye shareer jiske andar ye dawat ho rahi hai,</div>
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wo marr chuka hai?</div>
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aatma se shabdon ka sannata bardaash na hua,</div>
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poocha janwar aur insaan se, aakhir kya hua?</div>
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dono bole milke,</div>
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"aaj khabrein to dher saari di tumne,</div>
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par har khabr ka moonh,</div>
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chupa diya vigyapan se,</div>
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koi sarkaari naukri bech raha hai,</div>
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to koi khushbudaar saabun,</div>
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koi kapdo ka tsunami la raha hai,</div>
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to koi yantron ka bawandar,</div>
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ab samajh ye nahi aaraha,</div>
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ki ye harkat jiski bhi hai,</div>
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wo jaanwar hai ya insaan hai,</div>
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par jo bhi hai,</div>
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hum dono se zyada khatarnaak hai"</div>
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Rachithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03982028312668984052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6640536085375279758.post-26749102143893498992013-11-27T15:22:00.000+05:302013-11-27T15:22:02.520+05:30Mera Asli Jahaan<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Kehte hain ki ye jahaan kootnaitik hai,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Tirchi nazar se dekhta sab,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">par aassan se uthta nahi hai,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">raat mein jagta zaroor,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">par nayak kabhi banta nahi hai,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">hathiyaar se karta parhez,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">par katl se sharmata nahi hai.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Kehte hain ye jahaan bohot baatuni hai,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Shaam ko sab doston ko bulaata,</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br />Mooh par unki burai karta bhi hai,<br />Rakhta vishwas sarv-sammaan mein,<br />Fir bhi lut-ti izzat ke saamne mook rehta hi hai,<br />Khule charchon se mann apna bharta,<br />Band kamron mein awaazein dabaata bhi hai.<br /><br />Kehte hain ye jahaan bohot bada hai,<br />Sharaab ke kone chala badhaane,<br />Par paise gaadne ko zameen bhi kam padti hai,<br />Time Zone to dheron banaata,<br />Par dil mein jagah kam hi rakhi hai,<br />Masheenon se bhar diya girebaan,<br />Insaaniyat ke liye ek kona baaki nahi hai.<br /><br />Kehte hain ye jahaan bohot matlabi hai,<br />bohot zulmi hai,<br />bohot dogula bhi hai,<br />Par maana jo sirf tumhe apna jahaan,<br />Ye kolahal bhi ab saundhi si lagti hai,<br />Aur ye maayoos kavita,<br />ab ek bhool si lagti hai.</span></div>
Rachithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03982028312668984052noreply@blogger.com0Mumbai, Maharashtra, India19.0759837 72.87765590000003618.5957917 72.232208900000032 19.556175699999997 73.52310290000004tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6640536085375279758.post-62681742247681085152013-11-16T15:50:00.000+05:302013-11-16T15:50:35.954+05:30Bhagwaan Kidhar Chala?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Khisak gaye neeche se kandhe,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Sikudd gayi seemaayein,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">22 gajj ki duniya ko karke wo bada,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Hamara bhagwaan kidhar chala?</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Teen mashaalon ka pehredaar,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Chhod ke balla, chhod 24 saal,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">1 se 6 ki ginti mein shatak bana chala,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Hamara bhagwaan kidhar chala?</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br />Aakhri salaam ghar ke darwaaze se bola,<br />Ye jahaan bola muddna mat,<br />Bolke alvida mudd chala,<br />Khud hi ro ke,<br />hamara bhagwaan kidhar chala?</span><br />
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Rachithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03982028312668984052noreply@blogger.com0Mumbai, Maharashtra, India19.0759837 72.87765590000003618.5957917 72.232208900000032 19.556175699999997 73.52310290000004tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6640536085375279758.post-84214612987006263152013-07-20T20:40:00.002+05:302013-07-20T22:14:56.455+05:30An Uprising On Hold<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">I shall sleep at every nook,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">every barn I find comfortable,</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #333333; line-height: 115%;"><span style="background: white;">I shall pee from every pinnacle,</span></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">every Everest,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">every Burj Khalifa I find boring,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #333333; line-height: 115%;"><span style="background: white;">I shall write on every wall,</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">every road,</span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">every face I find blank,</span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #333333; line-height: 115%;"><span style="background: white;">I shall catch every bite</span></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">every thought I find
tasty,</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">till then,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I shall procrastinate every now to
next,</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; line-height: 115%;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">every late to later,</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">every 'am' to 'shall'!</span></span></div>
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Rachithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03982028312668984052noreply@blogger.com0Mumbai, Maharashtra, India19.0759837 72.87765590000003618.595792699999997 72.232208900000032 19.5561747 73.52310290000004tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6640536085375279758.post-72931798785208861412013-06-24T21:38:00.001+05:302013-06-24T21:42:28.204+05:30Main Aur Mere Shabd<div class="MsoListParagraph" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">B</span></b>eghar
main,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 115%;">beghar mere shabd,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #333333; line-height: 115%;"><span style="background: white;">raaste mein chal pade hum dono,</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #333333; line-height: 115%;"><span style="background: white;">jaane manzil milegi kab,</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #333333; line-height: 115%;"><span style="background: white;"><br /></span></span><span style="color: #333333; line-height: 115%;"><span style="background: white;">dost mere, shabdon par fida,</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #333333; line-height: 115%;"><span style="background: white;">girlfriend meri, mujhpar fida,</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #333333; line-height: 115%;"><span style="background: white;">panaah koi ek na de,</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #333333; line-height: 115%;"><span style="background: white;">jaha bhi theher jau,</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #333333; line-height: 115%;"><span style="background: white;">waha fatt se kar de wida,</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #333333; line-height: 115%;"><span style="background: white;"><br /></span></span><span style="color: #333333; line-height: 115%;"><span style="background: white;"><span class="textexposedshow">shabdon ka kya hai,</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #333333; line-height: 115%;"><span style="background: white;"><span class="textexposedshow">kisi raahgeer ko lipat jayenge,</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #333333; line-height: 115%;"><span style="background: white;"><span class="textexposedshow">ya chup jayenge kisi shabdkosh ki panaah mein,</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #333333; line-height: 115%;"><span style="background: white;"><span class="textexposedshow">mera kya hai,</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #333333; line-height: 115%;"><span style="background: white;"><span class="textexposedshow">so jaunga marine lines par sir tek,</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #333333; line-height: 115%;"><span style="background: white;"><span class="textexposedshow">ya dede koi apna PG nek,</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #333333; line-height: 115%;"><span style="background: white;"><span class="textexposedshow"><br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #333333; line-height: 115%;"><span style="background: white;"><span class="textexposedshow">par samajh liya agar galat,</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #333333; line-height: 115%;"><span style="background: white;"><span class="textexposedshow">mujhe ya mere shabdon ko,</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #333333; line-height: 115%;"><span style="background: white;"><span class="textexposedshow">"falsely quoted" ke chakravyuh mein fass,</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #333333; line-height: 115%;"><span style="background: white;"><span class="textexposedshow">na utth payenge khaadi aur kalam se upar,</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #333333; line-height: 115%;"><span style="background: white;"><span class="textexposedshow">reh jayenge main aur mere shabd,</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #333333; line-height: 115%;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span class="textexposedshow">beghar, bekaar aur bebus.</span></span></span></span><br />
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Rachithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03982028312668984052noreply@blogger.com0Mumbai, Maharashtra, India19.0759837 72.87765590000003618.595792699999997 72.232208900000032 19.5561747 73.52310290000004tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6640536085375279758.post-50505057202603514682012-03-31T16:04:00.005+05:302013-05-11T11:43:35.189+05:30Mela<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-size: large;">H</span>um bhi chale,<br />
tum bhi chale,<br />
is bheed bhari raah pe,<br />
besudh...madhosh,<br />
chal diye apni manzil ki or.<br />
<br />
aisi kolahal mein bhala,<br />
apni awaaz sun bhi kaise payein,<br />
mann ki karraahat,<br />
zubaan ki karwahat,<br />
chilla ke bhi sun na payein<br />
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chalte rahe hum,<br />
us shaanti ki talaash mein,<br />
jahan karwahat bhi lage meethi,<br />
barfeeli zillat bhi lage angeethi,<br />
<br />
koso door paidal ke baad,<br />
aahi gaye manzil tak hum,<br />
bheed ki saza ke baad,<br />
sannaate ki suhaagraat mein hum.<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">D</span>o din ki chaandni ke baad,<br />
aayi ik andheri lekha,<br />
dher baaton se bhare kagaz par,<br />
kheech gayi akelepan ki rekha,<br />
<br />
aaj na hi wo mann ki karrahat hai,<br />
na hi zubaan ki karwahat,<br />
hai to bas ussi,<br />
bheed bhari raah ki chaah,<br />
<br />
hum bhi khade,<br />
tum bhi khade,<br />
is bheed bhari raah pe,<br />
besudh...madhosh<br />
chal diye apne sannate se door!<br />
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Rachithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03982028312668984052noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6640536085375279758.post-81644116600131946402011-11-09T20:36:00.004+05:302013-05-11T11:44:11.726+05:30Sankalp<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">ताकते समन्दर की गहराईयों को,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">बैठता था वो हर रोज़ देखने,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjnIyz4Pd80Obu4voBRA1QFInPR7VQU-QSytzrlUaXTb3snV3gVLenArYnL7e6igI24pzitsoJqrr-rxTZAT2YcVtb8Se3E3IXWfh_Yr-GYNkRXssGtZ_wjSXfLlH3ltkitLckaKghXacr/s1600/12216815262Zqh3Tq.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">तैरती मछलियों की सरमायिओं को...</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">समन्दर की स्थिरता में,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">कुछ ऐसा खो जाता,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">नौका में पड़ी मछली की चीखें,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">भला सुन भी कैसे पाता...</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">ज़िन्दगी की तलब में,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">रोई वो ढेर ऐसा,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">बना दिया खुद का घर,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">अश्कों का मत्स्याल्य हो जैसा...</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">हैरान मछुआरे को मछली के संकल्प में,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">दिखी जैसे अपनी ही छवि,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">कागज़ कलम उठाके वो,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">बन गया एक रोचक कवि...</span></div><br />
<br /></div>Rachithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03982028312668984052noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6640536085375279758.post-12996836033267327162011-10-24T20:02:00.007+05:302013-05-11T11:45:40.620+05:30Life's Tasty Philosophy<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<div class="kl" dir="ltr" id=":1m0" style="margin-bottom: 0.2em; text-align: left;">When we come to this world, we are possessed with a large, cauldron called the Brain. Over the period that lasts a complete lifetime, we pour memories in the cauldron and keep stirring them to prepare a dish that will be worthy enough to sip, while lying comfortably on our deathbeds.<br />
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Not all dishes turn out to be tasty. What makes it tasty is the right proportion and the choice of right memories. There are memories which smell great and deceptively delicious, but end up spoiling the final taste, instead. These memories are not worth stewing.<br />
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One should understand the importance of a memory. It might appear to be worth preserving, but it might just be a passing one. Remembering it time and again and dragging it till your deathbed will bring no good and would be analogous to a dead fly in your delicious soup.</div></div>Rachithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03982028312668984052noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6640536085375279758.post-12495876185932270522011-10-01T20:09:00.007+05:302013-05-11T11:48:02.598+05:30'Do you know what is Kutta?'<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The clock in the workshop struck 9. The clock was right above the entrance gate. Every Monday at 9 o'clock, the hour hand and the minute hand came perpendicular to each other, marking the start of a very boring couple of hours. The workshop was manned by a South-Indian foreman, who liked to call himself a Lecturer. His south-Indian accent and Veerappan-like bushy mustache, with only the ends chopped off, made him look like 'George of the jungle' whose sole purpose was to make fire. <i><a href="http://www.dce.edu/web/Sections/Community/faculty/ME/images/VJaganathan.jpg">Jagga</a></i> was a disciplinarian and demanded absolute punctuality during his classes. It was Monday again and he expected no different from his workers(students).<br />
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Wasting no time, he enters and heads straight for the blackboard. He had already brought a boxful of chalks from his office. Still holding the attendance register he began, 'The jaab aye gave you in thee last class, you are saapposed to finish yit bi todaye. Yand thee jaab aye um giving you todaye, you will submit yit in thee next class'. He passed the register asking each and everyone present to sign it, as was his usual routine at the beginning of his classes, so that any late comers are automatically marked absent. After the 10 minute-long attendance, he began drawing the job of the day on the board..<br />
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</div><div>At around 9-15, with <i>Jagga </i>busy drawing funny objects on the board, the entrance door opened slightly and <i>Pondy </i>slid in and tip-toed his way on to one of the backbenches. <i>Pondy</i> satisfied by his consummate cheek, quietly took out a notebook and asked one of the front benchers to pass on the attendance register. <i>Jagga</i> finished soon and turned around, immediately noticing something fishy. <i>Pondy</i> was marking his attendance. But, as <i>Jagga</i> saw it, he was signing his own death warrant.</div><div><br />
</div><div>'AYE!', and calls out <i>Jagga</i> with his index finger. <i>Pondy</i> stood five and a half feet tall with dense, side-parted hair forming thick plaits, wearing a multi-colored check shirt tucked inside a tight jeans folded at the bottom over what looked like his bathroom slippers. Amidst muffled laughs and giggles, <i>Pondy</i> faced <i>Jagga</i> in front of the whole class.</div><div><br />
</div><div><a href="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQ5PeFoRRRF1M5VNlz67Wjha7Je7Q6-ybhHxmyqbqWNf05Sa3GwBnVZhHsFPg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="125" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQ5PeFoRRRF1M5VNlz67Wjha7Je7Q6-ybhHxmyqbqWNf05Sa3GwBnVZhHsFPg" width="200" /></a>'D'ya know whaat is KUTTA?', asked the south-Indian. <i>Pondy</i> instantaneously said, 'No'. Immediately realizing that it was not an academical question, he corrected himself, 'Sir, Yes..sir'.</div><div><br />
</div><div><i>Jagga</i> sighed. He looks at every one and back at <i>Pondy</i> again.</div><div><br />
</div><div>'A kutta yis someone... who sees an ow-pun door, comes inside, roams around the hall, marks his attendance and goes!'.</div><div><br />
</div><div><i>Jagga </i>took the register, crossed out <i>Pondy</i>'s attendance and left, leaving <i>Pondy</i> dazed and the class of 40 holding their stomachs drowning in their unstoppable guffaws.</div><br />
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The two had heard the news and waited patiently for their new cellmate. They were the happiest prisoners of them all - the only two who were kept in this lavish-looking, glass-walled prison. Resting at peace, on their gilded beds covered with red, silk bed-sheets, they waited the whole day. The day before, they learnt about the possible arrival of someone they have heard about and envied, for the past 5 years. The two talked about how one of them had arrived exactly 5 years ago on this very day. All three of them were attached to a common thread - a common friend. Today was his 41st birthday. The two had no cake to celebrate but they were getting the best return gift in the form of the new entrant.<br />
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After a long wait, he arrived and was most respectfully guided to his new cell. 'Introductions first. He is Power and I am Genius', said the younger of the two. Genius was heftier as compared to Power. Power was as lanky and slender as a willow shoot.<br />
'Hi, you can call me Adi', said the new entrant. He was as hefty as Genius, but with broader shoulders, though he was a little younger than Genius. He sat down next to the two. They both knew what was going through his mind. Of course, he will be disappointed. Who would not be, after such long association with a man of high honor?<br />
'Oh we know who you are. We both have been there. We know what's it like. He was our friend too.', said Power.<br />
Adi was startled. 'How do you two know him? I can guess you know me by Television, but if you were his friends, I should know you too.'<br />
'I met him in Mumbai some 26 years ago. We were together for 6 years, until I was sent here. When we parted, he was still a young boy by his face, but already a man by his character. I still remember I cried my eyes out and thought of the wonderful moments we had, the trips we undertook together. We had visited almost every continent by then and had touched almost every heart. I did not regret the pounding I got. In fact, whenever the cork and leather touched my middle, I was overwhelmed and made sounds of pure joy', said Power, dabbing his teary eyes.<br />
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Genius sighed and removed his glasses. 'I was unfortunate to miss his initial days. When I met him in Chennai, he looked at me with a world load of expectation. Power was his favorite and he wanted someone just like him, if not better. Luckily, I didn't disappoint him. Whenever he succeeded, he used to lift me up and show me to the heavens above. We went where no other living being has ever stepped foot. It was a fairy tale. The best moment was the one in the middle-east, I got the pounding of a lifetime and it was so overwhelming. Even today, when I think of that night, I get goosebumps', recounted Genius while cleaning his glasses. 'I remember, it was September when I first saw you Adi. It was a dreadful day. My time was over and he had moved on again - to you. I had so many questions and apprehensions about you. No offence, but you just looked so thick and heavy, both body and brains. But, he managed you very well. In fact, I can now proudly say you proved me wrong by being with him - steady and strong - on the proudest day of his life. Me and power sat right here, and saw you two bring glory', continued Genius.<br />
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Adi was dumbstruck. A tear trickled down his cheek. 'On my way here, I was nostalgic and missed him already. I can't imagine how I would survive without his blessings.'<br />
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'So, now for the big question, who is your replacement?', asked Genius.<br />
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'Nobody. He announced his retirement', said Adi dejectedly.<br />
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Silence prevailed for a couple of minutes. The trio looked at the heavens and prayed for a while.<br />
'Happy 41st birthday Sachin Tendulkar', recited all three in unison.<br />
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'So, what about us now. Do we stay here forever?', asked Adi.<br />
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'No, they take us to Madame Tussauds tomorrow morning and we will be held by Sachin's replicas', stated Power.<br />
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'Hope there is a TV there, I would love to watch some old Sachin videos', said Genius.<br />
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'Yeah, specially his double century', winked Ad.<br />
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'Show off!!'. They all laughed<br />
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And the lights died out without anyone hearing their guffaws.<br />
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<div style="text-align: left;"><b><u>Credit Roll<i>:</i></u></b></div><i>Power</i>: 1988 to 1994<br />
MRF '<i>Genius</i>': 1994 to 2009<br />
<i>Adi</i>das: 2009 onwards<br />
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It has been over half an hour since I have been standing in the queue. I have left 7 metro trains and still just managed to reach half the distance where I started from.<br />
<blockquote>"<i>Please do not push the passengers while boarding and de-boarding the train</i>"<br />
<a name='more'></a></blockquote>Even as the lady with a robotic voice repeated the golden lines, as soon as a train entered the platform, a horde of blind hooligans who were pretending to be in line, break the line and come right in front of the doors. Not amused by their cheek, the two passenger lines close-in on them to prevent them from getting inside first.<br />
<ul style="text-align: left;"><li>The Elderly are fighting hard to save themselves a seat inside.</li>
<li>The women who are not using the Ladies' coach are saving their children from the mob, sheltering them under their <i>dhupattas</i>.</li>
<li>The 'Professionals' prefer to remain at the end of the line to keep their formals wrinkle-free.</li>
<li>The student community - with backpacks and earphone wires flying about - drag along like silt particles in a fast flowing river.</li>
</ul><div>What these 4 groups don't realize is that when the doors open, similar 4 groups will try to make their way out of the train. Everyone is in a hurry. The doors open and there's pandemonium.</div><div><br />
</div><div><a href="http://unpredictableblog.files.wordpress.com/2011/07/metro_crowd_in_delhi_6294f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="220" src="http://unpredictableblog.files.wordpress.com/2011/07/metro_crowd_in_delhi_6294f.jpg" width="320" /></a>We talk daily about how Delhi Metro is becoming the life-line of the capital. A daily on-goer will tell you how superficial this statement is. Either one of - the maddening rush, the jam-packed passenger cars, the fight for the seats, people standing on your feet, men staring at you(if you're a woman), sweaty men sticking their armpits in your face - is bound to happen on your daily ride and you will come out of the metro, cursing! But, we can't accuse others much more than ourselves.</div><div><b><u><br />
</u></b></div><div><b><u>B</u></b><u style="font-weight: bold;">efore the Ladies' Coach</u></div><div><ul style="text-align: left;"><li>Men and women rushed and pushed alike to save their seats.</li>
<li>Men sat on 'women reserved seats' and women asked for their 'Right'.</li>
<li>Sweaty armpits were faced by both men and women.</li>
<li>With women in almost every passenger car, the gender ratio didn't seem as bad.</li>
</ul><div><b><u>After the Ladies' Coach</u></b></div></div><div><ul style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://www.ndtv.com/news/images/story_page/295x200_DelhiMetroo_story.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://www.ndtv.com/news/images/story_page/295x200_DelhiMetroo_story.jpg" /></a>
<li>Women have a separate coach which is not as crowded as the common coaches.</li>
<li>Only men rush and push to save their seats</li>
<li>There are still 'women reserved seats'. Men are still sitting on them and women are still demanding for their 'Right'.</li>
<li>Sweaty men armpits - faced by just other men. Quite gay!</li>
<li>With most women in a separate coach, it looks like a sausage fest in every other coach. Men staring at other men.</li>
<li>Men enter the Ladies' coach, some deliberately, some in a rush(unknowingly) - all of whom are fined and sometimes brutally beaten up by security and other female passengers.</li>
</ul><div>The point I am making is - if one talks of "Equality", it should not cause Chauvinism. When I say Chauvinism, I talk of perfectly able women demanding for their 'Right' when a student is studying for his exam <i>or</i> an elderly person could not find himself another seat <i>or</i> a person sleeping and not aware of what the women are planning to get him out of his seat. The regular announcements made by DMRC are for the people's benefit themselves. When DMRC is taking pains to manage the rush by increasing the number of coaches, why don't we support them with proper behavior and code of conduct?<br />
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</div><div><div>I have left another metro and now I am the first in line. I will board the next one and I can patiently wait for it. <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Can you?</span></b></div></div></div><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-size: x-large;">H</span>e stood in a majestic meadow,<br />
the distant cow moo-ed,<br />
the sun kissed the horizon,<br />
and watched the birds brood<br />
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With an artistic swish,<br />
the brush drew another cow,<br />
the painter dabbed on his palette,<br />
and poked himself in the brow.<br />
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The soldier woke up, squinty and wet,<br />
water dripped from the roof of his one-room set,<br />
he opened his mouth, to taste the monsoon rain,<br />
for, the war was over, with ineffable pain.<br />
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<a href="http://www.dollsofindia.com/dollsofindiaimages/paintings3/mughal_poster_QO07_l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="http://www.dollsofindia.com/dollsofindiaimages/paintings3/mughal_poster_QO07_l.jpg" width="320" /></a>The taste woke the farmer up,<br />
he felt no good,<br />
he lay beneath a leaking cow,<br />
in the meadow he once stood.<br />
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He felt disgusted and rolled over,<br />
to avoid the fountain of pee,<br />
he fell off his divan,<br />
finally, to wake up without any glee.<br />
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He spat a mouthful of grapes,<br />
bellowing at the scantily clad miss,<br />
The Moony Mughal cried,<br />
"This tastes like piss!"<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-size: x-large;">O</span>ne fateful day,<br />
<div>I read the Editorial page,</div><div>"Are you doing what you love?"</div><div>full of experienced deliberation and rage.</div><div><br />
</div><div>I asked myself the same question,</div><div>an array of thoughts stood in queue,</div><div>outside my mind for the doors to open,</div><div>"What do I want to do?"</div><div><br />
</div><div>Daily doses of comfort,</div><div>made me lazy,</div><div>For, procrastination had no bail,</div><div>so I got out of the bitter barn,</div><div>to play in the hay.<br />
<a name='more'></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;"><b>So, apparently, sitting idle was not one of his fantasies!</b></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br />
</i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-size: x-large;">O</span>ne fateful day,</div><div>I read the Editorial page,</div><div><a href="http://www.manpowerindia.net/gifs/midcareer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="158" src="http://www.manpowerindia.net/gifs/midcareer.jpg" width="200" /></a>"Are you looking for a job you love?"</div><div>full of money and a golden cage.</div><div><br />
</div><div>I asked myself another question,</div><div>"Is money your satisfaction?"</div><div>outside my mind, stood another line,</div><div>I sank in my bed, eyes sleepy and red,</div><div>wrote this poem, and soon I was dead.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Daily doses of comfort,</div><div>made me lazy,</div><div>For, procrastination had no bail,</div><div>again, I got out of the bitter barn,</div><div>to play in the hay.</div><div><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;"><b>So, apparently, he got a lead role in a cage!</b></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-size: x-large;">O</span>ne fateful day,</div><div style="text-align: left;">I met the editor of the newspaper,</div><div style="text-align: left;">"Did you read my article?",</div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://thereformedtraveler.files.wordpress.com/2011/07/follow-blindly1.png?w=300" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="152" src="http://thereformedtraveler.files.wordpress.com/2011/07/follow-blindly1.png?w=300" width="200" /></a>he was full of zeal and caper.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I asked myself yet another question,</div><div style="text-align: left;">"Am I in the right place?"</div><div style="text-align: left;">Before the thoughts could form a line,</div><div style="text-align: left;">he asks, "Are you alright nut-case?"</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Struck by realization,</div><div style="text-align: left;">I told him, "Daily dozes of comfort,</div><div style="text-align: left;">made me lazy,</div><div style="text-align: left;">your article left me crazy,</div><div style="text-align: left;">I got out of the bitter barn,</div><div style="text-align: left;">to play in the hay,</div><div style="text-align: left;">But I just realized, to my rue,</div><div style="text-align: left;">I was just trying to be YOU"</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;"><b>So, apparently, he buys a different Newspaper now!</b></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;"><b><br />
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<div>the smell of grass,</div><div>I rock on my armchair,</div><div>penning down that freshness.</div><div><br />
</div><div>The summer sun scorches,</div><div>dead silence in the streets,</div><div>I sit under a shady tree,</div><div>penning down that calmness.</div><div><br />
</div><div>The spring, the blossom</div><div>the winter, the autumn,</div><div>I sit beside my Incense Stick,</div><div>penning down that turbulence.</div><div><br />
<a name='more'></a></div><div>Whenever I peep outside my apartment window and watch it pour down, I can't help but wonder. The rain is not only making it pleasant for us, but it proves as a vent for the heavens above, too. When the heat and the moisture becomes unbearable for the clouds, they pour down on us, venting out whatever they held inside for so long. We, humans, have similar ways to release pressure. Some cry, some scream, some write, but everyone shares. For me, a pen is the like a fast, free-flowing river which takes anything it can grab on its way, up to the sea (paper). It is like the smoke generated from an 'Incense Stick' that unwinds on its own - turbulent but still making the whole room fragrant.<br />
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Writing is a constant teacher. You can write your way out through the toughest of phases, yet, you may not write your way in for your dream job. Writing can be as easy as breathing and as tricky as deciphering the lyrics of an Eminem song - what matters most is the passion. Writing is not an innate skill, it is how well you interact with yourself and how well you express it on the paper. I am particularly reminded of one, Anne Frank - the thirteen year old who wrote her daily memoirs with such compassion that even after 67 years of her death, she continues to leave an impact on the current generation.<br />
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One's pragmatism is one's writing. One's creativity is one's writing. One's honest disposition is one's writing.<br />
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</div></div>Rachithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03982028312668984052noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6640536085375279758.post-11143866931749497532011-07-26T11:26:00.002+05:302013-05-11T11:52:41.021+05:30CyberReal<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">They just finished watching one of the funniest horror-movies - <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Veerana">Veerana</a>. One legendary dialogue got them both, laughing their guts out for almost an hour, till they decided this was the maximum they can laugh before literally bursting out. The hero was calmly sipping his whiskey inside his, while the seductress witch climbed on to him slowly and gradually. The hero, resembling '<a href="http://www.kidsgen.com/fables_and_fairytales/indian_mythology_stories/vishwamitra_and_menaka.htm">Vishwamitra</a>', didn't budge to the '<a href="http://www.kidsgen.com/fables_and_fairytales/indian_mythology_stories/vishwamitra_and_menaka.htm">Menaka</a>' like witch and with all the scripted charm in him, he said:</span><br />
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<div><blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: inherit;">"<i>Tum to mere jism se aise lipat rahi ho, jaise chandan ke ped se koi naagin</i> lipat jaati hai"</span></span></blockquote><blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: inherit;">("You are wrapping yourself around me just like a snake wraps around a sandalwood tree.")</span></span><br />
<a name='more'></a></blockquote></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">And it was madness thereafter. After their lungs longed for air, they got back to their usual lazying around in front of their laptops. "Abe, what are you doing so intently?", asked one of them. "Nothing....poking", replied the other with a wide grin. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">"Poking what?"</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">"You know...facebook poke!! I will poke, She pokes back..I poke back again!", said other as-a-matter-of-factly.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">"Oh so, who are you poking?"</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">"I don't know, but she looks cute. Oh wait! we have a mutual friend too!"</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">"Who?"</span><br />
"YOU!"<br />
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Facebook and other such social networking sites have such gripping effect on people these days that they seem to have created a cyber bubble around themselves. There daily lives have been divided into two non-even parts.</div><div><ol style="text-align: left;"><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">One, their 'Offline' life, where they sleep if they are sleepy, eat if they are hungry, drink if they are thirsty and talk to people if they want to. There are a lot of factors driving their behavior when they exist in this 3-Dimensional form. Their offline life generally takes up about 20 hours of their designated 24 hours.</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">During the remaining 4 hours, they are a different self. Their 'Online' self, in its 2-Dimensional form, is capable of doing anything they want. The only factor driving their behavior is their ability to type and their internet connection. They talk differently and behave differently when they talk to people online. 'Cyborg-jargon' takes control over them and instead of merely laughing, they prefer to stay straight-faced and write LOL to express their emotion.</span></li>
</ol><div><a href="http://www.fbdetox.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/766259644_96570a3c3a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://www.fbdetox.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/766259644_96570a3c3a.jpg" width="320" /></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">The concept of meeting new people has entered a new era with such social networking sites providing easy access to people near you and people who COULD be near you. The traditional way of asking a girl out in a bar or a coffee shop or elsewhere is, very slowly but very surely, being taken over by online dating. You add/poke a random person on Facebook, they revert back, you get to talking, you ask for their number....and you go out. Was this really THE DREAM ?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><b>What if.....</b>(<i>the CONS</i>)</span><br />
<ul style="text-align: left;"><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">the person you met online didn't behave the same way 'Offline'?</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">they turn out to be a guy/girl in a fake girl's/guy's profile?</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">they are nowhere close to be interesting when they can't search for things to say on Google.</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">they don't look like the beautiful/handsome actor's photograph they chose as their profile picture?</span></li>
</ul><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">These are the common questions every sensible person should think of before actually moving forward with this. But, still there are so many people with so many friends whom they haven't actually met. Maybe their philosophy is different from us.</span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Maybe they think ....</b>(<i>the PROS</i>)</span></div><div><ul style="text-align: left;"><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">they can increase their options of meeting their perfect match with the 'Online' world. </span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">they can network more and maybe make travel buddies?</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">of new job prospects through the new people they meet?</span></li>
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</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">After thinking about both - the pros and cons, one has already put so much thought to the people they haven't met yet, that they can't back out now. Such is the growing craze, that I feel like the hero of that movie VEERANA, with the seductive witch - Facebook, trying to take me under covers ;)</span></div></div></div><div><div><blockquote class=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: inherit;">"<i>Tum to mere jism se aise lipat rahi ho, jaise chandan ke ped se koi naagin</i> lipat jaati hai"</span></span></blockquote><blockquote class=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: inherit;">("You are wrapping yourself around me just like a snake wraps around a Sandalwood tree.")</span></span></blockquote><br />
</div></div></div>Rachithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03982028312668984052noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6640536085375279758.post-27590188437909438822011-07-13T12:38:00.011+05:302013-05-11T11:52:59.040+05:30Muy Coronita, Muy Bonita<br />
There I was, pacing down a busy lane in Connaught Place. She was waiting for me. After all, I was running late. How could I have been so stupid to forget the time. It was 10 minutes to 10 and the maddening rush grew stronger in my head and in my pace. I couldn't afford to lose her this time. It was my last night in the town and how I wish we spent it together.<br />
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</div><div>The crowd was too much for my liking. I wanted to walk with my shoulders broad, but instead I was forced to tilt and scooch to make way for the hurried mob, who by the way, seemed like they wanted to get to her before me and steal her away. "No body can take her away from me"- said the frowning, paranoid Me. But, I could see it now, the place we had decided to meet-up. It was right in front of me. I ran the last few steps and rushed inside the Restro-bar hoping she would still be there and would have saved me a seat.<br />
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</div><div>I held her tight and close. I touched her lips. The malty sweetness lingered in my mouth. She took me to her Brewery Dreamland and the night became special!<br />
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<blockquote> <i> Muy <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">Coronita</span></b>...Tu eres Muy Bonita !</i></blockquote><br />
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I write this with my heart, full of remorse and gratitude towards all those I have killed with my own bare hands. I was sitting on my armchair with an almost exploding beer tummy after having the best drink-n-dine ever. The only thing I could have done was to move my fingers around. That's exactly what killed them.<br />
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Moving my fingers around,</div><div>the ants craved for food,</div><div>slid my hand on them,</div><div>slit their throats for good!</div><div><br />
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There were more such applications that iTunes had in store. In-fact, the next in line were the Bunnies, with the bunny shooter app. I had to use my 'Finger Slayer' app to punish my finger for all the sins it had committed (Read: Silas from Da Vinci). The food was finally settling down and I had moved my butt to the bed. 'Hitman - the Silent Assassin' was ready for his first mission: Anathema.<br />
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I was new, I was energetic. I killed everyone in sight as soon as I had my Shotgun. Hostages, civilians, the Don whom I was supposed to rescue. Everyone. I got the title 'Sociopath' at the end of the level. I saved a screen-shot and shared it on Facebook. Around 21 Likes and 20 odd comments - 'haha' from the guys and 'tch tch' from the girls.</div><div><br />
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</div><div>Felt guilty. Seeked forgiveness. Used Finger Slayer on iPhone</div><div><br />
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</div><div>Amidst the blood bath, the voices outside my apartment grew louder. A stray dog had just pooped on some 70-year old neighborhood uncle's doormat. He was beating the dog with his cane and his leg. I paused my Sociopath hitman and went outside and found another blood bath. I tried to give a moral lesson, on how animals were living beings too and beating them will hurt them the same way as the humans, just when the scene started to get uglier with all the "Who are YOU to tell me?" replies. But, the issue was soon resolved when his sensible son interrupted and calmed the situation down.<br />
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But, the important thing was that I never expected this from myself - this kind of moral gesture. One cannot be judged by the kind of Gadget they own or the kind of customization they have done to it. One can be as stylish, as civil and as well-maintained with all the cool gadgets in the book, and still can be totally opposite in character. Humans have been interacting with humans and other animals since the beginning of the earth. They are the mirrors of each other. Not the Gadgets. Gadgets are just their latest fling.<br />
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Your personality is reflected by your behavior, not by your sleek finger movements to turn on a Gadget.<br />
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<i>*This post is a part of the Indiblogger contest 'Change is easy'. Indeed, change IS easy with the new <a href="http://bitly.com/inspiron">Dell Inspiron</a>.</i><br />
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<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Perpetual - </b>Continuing forever or indefinitely</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Perpetual Motion - </b>Motion that continues indefinitely without any external source of energy</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Perpetual Motion Machine</b> - A machine that can continue to do work indefinitely without drawing energy from some external source.</span></li>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">All of the above are 'Hypothetical' or 'Impossible'. Because Mr. Thermodynamics says so.</span><br />
<ul style="text-align: left;"><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Perpetual Motion Man</b> - A man that can continue to work indefinitely without drawing salary from some source of income ( ?? )</span></li>
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The Perpetual Motion Men of the First Kind were in fact the first non-lazy humans of their generation. They went about their business as if they were not supposed to answer to anyone. It is their work, it is their benefit. Not anyone else's.<br />
<blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: inherit;">Men are here! We make fire! Cook meat! Then put out fire by peeing, no get invited back!</span></i></span></blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">But over a period of time, men evolved. They evolved to the point that the means of self satisfaction changed from food to money.</span></span><br />
<blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: inherit;">Men are here! We make fire for you! Cook meat for you! Then leave with the money and pee at our fortunes in our fancy toilets!</span></i></span></blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;">Man of today lives like a Scrooge, jumps into his money pool and still cribs about how he hates his job. Where is the self-satisfaction?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;">I am glad that the Perpetual Motion Man is hypothetical, else I would have pitied him for being a slave in chains to a world that is greedy to satiate themselves and thrifty to satiate others. I am also disappointed because had he existed, even being a slave would have made him happy. At least there would have been one less cribber!</span><br />
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