Hiding from death and seeking a life
Hiding from truth and seeking a passage
Hiding from fire and seeking the heat
Hiding from God and seeking some peace
Hiding from sand and seeking the warmth
Hiding from rain and seeking a bath
Hiding from shadow and seeking a shape
Hiding from work and seeking a nap
Hiding from doors and seeking sunlight
Hiding from himself and seeking love
They term it 'Human Nature'
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Friday, August 24, 2007
Darkness with in..
The fear is all ahead...the deserted highway and a dense dark
No light rays passing by, no moon...every step i hear a cloudy stark
Way is all clear as ever but i am still afraid, reluctant to take another step
Have lost some faith ??, A feeling of procrastination
I try to overcome my fear, walk ahead, another feet on the ground
Leaving everything far behind, but one thing never leaves me, my shadow
I know there is a brighter road ahead, a shelter to relax and fortify myself
But i am skeptical about another lot of halcyon days, its a whole new territory
Not many times i had to introspect this much, a massive confrontation inside
Suddenly I see a pair of squirrels, flying in bewilderment, hitting trees, making sounds
they are extremely delighted, it has started raining now, thundering,
I dont panic, i am into other things
what ? they are retarding now, getting slower , one hits the ground hard and then other.
They are badly injured, hurt, probably dead.
their feathers are still trying to fly one more time, one more dance in the rain....one more life.
I am still moving, now there is a glimpse of shimmering light, i am on new road
I see above, can see stars, clouds have disappeared, a rainbow shining too. Thundering disturbs me no more.
My feet want to move again, to run, to catch something, to jump
I have got my lesson probably, YOU DIE ONLY WHEN YOU STOP LIVING
No light rays passing by, no moon...every step i hear a cloudy stark
Way is all clear as ever but i am still afraid, reluctant to take another step
Have lost some faith ??, A feeling of procrastination
I try to overcome my fear, walk ahead, another feet on the ground
Leaving everything far behind, but one thing never leaves me, my shadow
I know there is a brighter road ahead, a shelter to relax and fortify myself
But i am skeptical about another lot of halcyon days, its a whole new territory
Not many times i had to introspect this much, a massive confrontation inside
Suddenly I see a pair of squirrels, flying in bewilderment, hitting trees, making sounds
they are extremely delighted, it has started raining now, thundering,
I dont panic, i am into other things
what ? they are retarding now, getting slower , one hits the ground hard and then other.
They are badly injured, hurt, probably dead.
their feathers are still trying to fly one more time, one more dance in the rain....one more life.
I am still moving, now there is a glimpse of shimmering light, i am on new road
I see above, can see stars, clouds have disappeared, a rainbow shining too. Thundering disturbs me no more.
My feet want to move again, to run, to catch something, to jump
I have got my lesson probably, YOU DIE ONLY WHEN YOU STOP LIVING
Friday, August 17, 2007
GUNDA - The truth Part -1
Till few days back i used to think that Speilberg was a master of sci-fi movies, Arnold-Stallon were the best action hero, Gulzar used to deliver the most blunt dialogues and A.R. Rehman is a music maestro but something....something in a day changed it all. The day i saw the most impeccable, profound and pragmatic movie of all time, a movie which leaves my favorites like Shawshank redemption, Pulp fiction, Usual Suspects, Godfather, Saving private Ryan all behind...behind by miles, 'GUNDA' the movie starring 'Prabhuji' aka Mithunda and bunch of other popular Indian villains which i am sure you will never find together in lifetime.He is too big a figure to call by his name so further i will refer him as 'Prabhuji'.
Well, there are hundreds-thousands-millions of blogs written on this epic and its just another one but i am so spell-bounded and impulsive that i cant stop myself. The best thing which rocked the movie till end is the series of unimaginable incidents and action which is obviously a result of scrupulous and well imagined write-up.
The baap of all 'Entries' : The first appearance of Prabhuji is no less than a fairytale entry. A 'coolie' at an airport's runway. Forgive my negligence or lack of knowledge but in my whole life i have never seen a 'coolie' at an airport. Only prabhuji can do marvels like this. He already knew that Kala Shetty and all other villains fly by air now a days (thanks to cheap air-tickets) so he barged directly into the airport. No detectors, No X-ray macs, No security can identify prabhuji's presence other than that pauper villain's soul (our own kala shetty)...unlucky him.Shetty was happy by act of benevolence of prabhuji...Prabhuji didnt detached his neck by a flick of his 'sudershan chakra' (billa no 786) which he used to do in ancient times.Morevoer, prabhuji never wanted people to unveil his identity so he was never seen in 'coolie' dress again in whole movie. PRABHU LEELA....
The indispensable 'Bulla' : The other thing which stops blood in your vein is dialogue delivery of BULLaaaaaa. "Mera naam hai Bulla, rakhta hoon khullaaaaaa". A large spell at the last word of every sentence produces a fiercing sensation and a pitch with noise more dangerous than the plane landing.No doubt he will be counted in the league of Mogambo, Shakaal and Gabbar after this performance. Gabbar had special love for dogs, shakaal for crocodiles and mogambo for Mr India watch but BULLaaaa is an animal lover. He keeps tiger (dont raise your eye lashes...they call him 'tiger'), our national animal....the fastly extincting tiger. He goes for a jogging at dockyard several times a day in every half an hour (depends when director gets that place to shoot, the ship standing there moves only 100 inches each day) .This guy is a disciple of Lord Krishna and he usually plays his flute without exhaling out air...David blain listening ?? His casting couch awards nominated brother (Shakti Kapoor) is a pure vegetarian and has special love for 'kela' (hope they meant bananas) and gulps Vitamin X capsules (probably homeopathic ally made indian counterpart of Viagra). Not to forget, he keeps a 'narayana' look-alike ponytail. Firm believers of god...bulla and chutiya( heyy...its hindi meaning of ponytail...not the 'C' word).Healthcare capsule makers have used both to promote their capsules in a traditional ad campaign. "Before-After".
The 'Casanova' Gulshan : Indian Casanova has a new face...its sacrifice.Gulshan is a heart-throb who marries and sacrifies his wives for Ibu Hatela and he leaves all her wives even before 'suhaag raat' (gulp gulp...I'm sweating). He always keeps roaming around prostitution areas.His frequency to marry a gal is more than rainfall at cherapoonji. This character gives a medieval touch to the film where kings used to marry multiple times...A ROYAL TOUCH. Not only the gals but neighbours of that gal also keep photo of Casanova in their pockets.A recent survey suggested that people were so mesmerized by this character that condom companies started putting his photo on the wrapper followed by their slogan "Phool khilege Gulshan Gulshan".
To be continued....
Well, there are hundreds-thousands-millions of blogs written on this epic and its just another one but i am so spell-bounded and impulsive that i cant stop myself. The best thing which rocked the movie till end is the series of unimaginable incidents and action which is obviously a result of scrupulous and well imagined write-up.
The baap of all 'Entries' : The first appearance of Prabhuji is no less than a fairytale entry. A 'coolie' at an airport's runway. Forgive my negligence or lack of knowledge but in my whole life i have never seen a 'coolie' at an airport. Only prabhuji can do marvels like this. He already knew that Kala Shetty and all other villains fly by air now a days (thanks to cheap air-tickets) so he barged directly into the airport. No detectors, No X-ray macs, No security can identify prabhuji's presence other than that pauper villain's soul (our own kala shetty)...unlucky him.Shetty was happy by act of benevolence of prabhuji...Prabhuji didnt detached his neck by a flick of his 'sudershan chakra' (billa no 786) which he used to do in ancient times.Morevoer, prabhuji never wanted people to unveil his identity so he was never seen in 'coolie' dress again in whole movie. PRABHU LEELA....
The indispensable 'Bulla' : The other thing which stops blood in your vein is dialogue delivery of BULLaaaaaa. "Mera naam hai Bulla, rakhta hoon khullaaaaaa". A large spell at the last word of every sentence produces a fiercing sensation and a pitch with noise more dangerous than the plane landing.No doubt he will be counted in the league of Mogambo, Shakaal and Gabbar after this performance. Gabbar had special love for dogs, shakaal for crocodiles and mogambo for Mr India watch but BULLaaaa is an animal lover. He keeps tiger (dont raise your eye lashes...they call him 'tiger'), our national animal....the fastly extincting tiger. He goes for a jogging at dockyard several times a day in every half an hour (depends when director gets that place to shoot, the ship standing there moves only 100 inches each day) .This guy is a disciple of Lord Krishna and he usually plays his flute without exhaling out air...David blain listening ?? His casting couch awards nominated brother (Shakti Kapoor) is a pure vegetarian and has special love for 'kela' (hope they meant bananas) and gulps Vitamin X capsules (probably homeopathic ally made indian counterpart of Viagra). Not to forget, he keeps a 'narayana' look-alike ponytail. Firm believers of god...bulla and chutiya( heyy...its hindi meaning of ponytail...not the 'C' word).Healthcare capsule makers have used both to promote their capsules in a traditional ad campaign. "Before-After".
The 'Casanova' Gulshan : Indian Casanova has a new face...its sacrifice.Gulshan is a heart-throb who marries and sacrifies his wives for Ibu Hatela and he leaves all her wives even before 'suhaag raat' (gulp gulp...I'm sweating). He always keeps roaming around prostitution areas.His frequency to marry a gal is more than rainfall at cherapoonji. This character gives a medieval touch to the film where kings used to marry multiple times...A ROYAL TOUCH. Not only the gals but neighbours of that gal also keep photo of Casanova in their pockets.A recent survey suggested that people were so mesmerized by this character that condom companies started putting his photo on the wrapper followed by their slogan "Phool khilege Gulshan Gulshan".
To be continued....
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Crappiest post ever !!
Although i tried hard to make it worse but i think it is best piece of shit i can think of at this point of time.
Well, Few days back, i left home for some work and ended up in a talk with some neighbour. Meanwhile, I kept staring my dog for whole 30 mins obnoxiously, that soul was really scared of my unintended intentions but i was trying to relate it to something, something which i forgot badly. Later, I tried to call a friend and phone suddenly said 'Please recharge your card' , oohhh...then i remembered, i use HUTCH. Similarly, Once i kept KNOCKING a door becoz i had to call my 'naukar'(servant). 'The idiot' says i am suffering from Lethologica and Lethonomia and Amnesia. Aaahh....how can these cute lovely names be a syndrome. He is a total bastard and thats why i call Dr Inder Bhat 'The Idiot'.
Lets talk ascendingly with 'Anemia' , whenever somebody say this i burst out loud, I stuff in a whole lot of milk, meat and eggs. For every food plate, i calculate its damn energy applying all NewTON's law of Digestion. For those who are weak in Physics , I must explain : Neutron is smallest particle of an atom alongwith electron and proton. It was discovered very lately, so they called it NEW-TRON, similar to PRE-TON ( which later became proton becoz some bloody RUBBERFOLD wanted its name as ancient as his). The best part is most people say 'Anemia' is inability to remember things or a memory loss. Sometimes i find them right but moments later they seems to be out of their minds. I say them "Man, Anemia is related to physical health not mental state" and then they laugh. Silly people..
I had an anticipation that whenever i eat bread in b'fast i loss some memory, so i stopped breeding . But i dont know why i stopped because of them, infact i never started. Definitely, i didnt left it because of those fools there must be some toher reason which i cant remember rite now. I am not a farmer and i dont have any poultry farm. Sometimes even i feel i am suffering from Amnesia.
Anyway, last week 'The idiot' called me home for a regular check-up. I went there and he was swimming in his pond, topless, shameless creature. I scolded him anticipating his cruel intentions. He said politely...i called you at 6 pm and not 6 am. Helll. who in this world, can distinguish between 6 am and 6 pm when both the hands of clock remain at same position at both the time, once an idiot always an idiot.
I know these talks may be very much crappy to you as always but i dont mind. I am not a piece of idiocracy as few make me feel like. Please somebody tell them i am not going to Algeria anyday. Why do they keep reminding me this.
Algeria ?? $#%^^%&*
Well, Few days back, i left home for some work and ended up in a talk with some neighbour. Meanwhile, I kept staring my dog for whole 30 mins obnoxiously, that soul was really scared of my unintended intentions but i was trying to relate it to something, something which i forgot badly. Later, I tried to call a friend and phone suddenly said 'Please recharge your card' , oohhh...then i remembered, i use HUTCH. Similarly, Once i kept KNOCKING a door becoz i had to call my 'naukar'(servant). 'The idiot' says i am suffering from Lethologica and Lethonomia and Amnesia. Aaahh....how can these cute lovely names be a syndrome. He is a total bastard and thats why i call Dr Inder Bhat 'The Idiot'.
Lets talk ascendingly with 'Anemia' , whenever somebody say this i burst out loud, I stuff in a whole lot of milk, meat and eggs. For every food plate, i calculate its damn energy applying all NewTON's law of Digestion. For those who are weak in Physics , I must explain : Neutron is smallest particle of an atom alongwith electron and proton. It was discovered very lately, so they called it NEW-TRON, similar to PRE-TON ( which later became proton becoz some bloody RUBBERFOLD wanted its name as ancient as his). The best part is most people say 'Anemia' is inability to remember things or a memory loss. Sometimes i find them right but moments later they seems to be out of their minds. I say them "Man, Anemia is related to physical health not mental state" and then they laugh. Silly people..
I had an anticipation that whenever i eat bread in b'fast i loss some memory, so i stopped breeding . But i dont know why i stopped because of them, infact i never started. Definitely, i didnt left it because of those fools there must be some toher reason which i cant remember rite now. I am not a farmer and i dont have any poultry farm. Sometimes even i feel i am suffering from Amnesia.
Anyway, last week 'The idiot' called me home for a regular check-up. I went there and he was swimming in his pond, topless, shameless creature. I scolded him anticipating his cruel intentions. He said politely...i called you at 6 pm and not 6 am. Helll. who in this world, can distinguish between 6 am and 6 pm when both the hands of clock remain at same position at both the time, once an idiot always an idiot.
I know these talks may be very much crappy to you as always but i dont mind. I am not a piece of idiocracy as few make me feel like. Please somebody tell them i am not going to Algeria anyday. Why do they keep reminding me this.
Algeria ?? $#%^^%&*
Saturday, July 14, 2007
Beauty of Brutal Life...
Late in a winter night, you are sipping some coffee, tensed, confused, trying to make some rubbish document which you have to present tommorow in a meeting and you are out of words, out of your mind, wandering here and there like a trapped mouse, feeling like a loser. Suddenly you get a glimpse of watchman outside, making out some fire to keep himself warm from the cold, short of woodsticks, the fire will go off anytime, but calm and undisturbed, unperturbed. A wave knocks you from inside and you try to ignore it....but it rises again and this time you dont. You take some old rotten newspapers , put them in a bag, go out, blow up the dying fire again and sit with that watchman for few minutes, talk, laugh, enjoy that small fire in such cold winter night, feel exorbitant amount of energy oozing inside yourself....some induced determination. THAT's IT. You are back in few minutes, back to work but wait...you are a new man this time , you are no more tensed...you have got the way, you can think better and more confidently....ohh, the watchman has given a lesson...'YOU NEVER LOOSE UNTIL YOU STOP FIGHTING'.Thats the beauty of Brutal life.
People around you teach and bless with so many things.Introspection has an other way and thats benevolence.All time you do something good you feel a new force emerging inside, something positiv, positive vibrations. You are standing in a bus from a long hour, no more energy left in you to stand anymore, frustrated of crowding and pushes and then you get a seat suddenly, thank god. After few minutes here comes an old guy and you offer your seat to him. You are standing again but now,its unbelievable, now you are no more tired, more relaxed even in crowding and above anything else happy and calm. Thats the beauty of brutal life.
You are watchng TV for three hours, all craps. a movie, a chat show, some freaky news about guy turning into a ghost at night....u feel sick. Suddenly, you see Leander Paes (an Indian Tennis Player) winning ASIAD gold, medal ceremony, national enthem in background, tears flowing through his eyes....an induced energy again.It gives you a new determination and a new spark.
I always think where does this energy comes from. You always have fun in teasing people around you and playing pranks, it makes you happy but Why always doing something good makes you more satisfied and calm. I dont think there is any external force behind this, it all lies within. It lies in every heart and it prompts you to do 'what lies inside'.
Whatever it is, I like this and its 'beauty of brutal life' , a profound happiness.
People around you teach and bless with so many things.Introspection has an other way and thats benevolence.All time you do something good you feel a new force emerging inside, something positiv, positive vibrations. You are standing in a bus from a long hour, no more energy left in you to stand anymore, frustrated of crowding and pushes and then you get a seat suddenly, thank god. After few minutes here comes an old guy and you offer your seat to him. You are standing again but now,its unbelievable, now you are no more tired, more relaxed even in crowding and above anything else happy and calm. Thats the beauty of brutal life.
You are watchng TV for three hours, all craps. a movie, a chat show, some freaky news about guy turning into a ghost at night....u feel sick. Suddenly, you see Leander Paes (an Indian Tennis Player) winning ASIAD gold, medal ceremony, national enthem in background, tears flowing through his eyes....an induced energy again.It gives you a new determination and a new spark.
I always think where does this energy comes from. You always have fun in teasing people around you and playing pranks, it makes you happy but Why always doing something good makes you more satisfied and calm. I dont think there is any external force behind this, it all lies within. It lies in every heart and it prompts you to do 'what lies inside'.
Whatever it is, I like this and its 'beauty of brutal life' , a profound happiness.
Monday, June 25, 2007
Innocence...
INNOCENCE………
Collecting the toys, the tattoo, the cards,
That ‘Hide and Seek’ team waiting in the backyards,
Sometimes I feel that innocence is lost…..
Laying on the mother’s lap and gazing the stars,
With our ‘super’ bicycles chasing the cars,
Sometimes I feel that innocence is lost…..
Those ‘Heavy’ school books , that ‘heavy’ school bag,
No worries about future and never a looking back,
Sometimes I feel that innocence is lost…..
That dance in the rain, that hypothetical stomach pain,
Those funny toon movies , those stare at the planes.
Sometimes I feel that innocence is lost…..
A sudden fever on Monday or just before a test,
B’day cakes and candies were all time best,
Sometimes I feel that innocence is lost…..
Doing some mistake and then hiding from the Mom,
A feel of triumph when DAD was back home,
Sometimes I feel that innocence is lost…..
A ‘Hurry’ to school, a ‘Hurry’ to home,
A ‘Hurry’ to play, Now only ‘Hurry’ is left alone,
The time kept going and we kept growing,
Unknowingly somewhere that childishness was narrowing,
And today I suddenly felt that ‘INNOCENCE’ is LOST….
-AnGo
Collecting the toys, the tattoo, the cards,
That ‘Hide and Seek’ team waiting in the backyards,
Sometimes I feel that innocence is lost…..
Laying on the mother’s lap and gazing the stars,
With our ‘super’ bicycles chasing the cars,
Sometimes I feel that innocence is lost…..
Those ‘Heavy’ school books , that ‘heavy’ school bag,
No worries about future and never a looking back,
Sometimes I feel that innocence is lost…..
That dance in the rain, that hypothetical stomach pain,
Those funny toon movies , those stare at the planes.
Sometimes I feel that innocence is lost…..
A sudden fever on Monday or just before a test,
B’day cakes and candies were all time best,
Sometimes I feel that innocence is lost…..
Doing some mistake and then hiding from the Mom,
A feel of triumph when DAD was back home,
Sometimes I feel that innocence is lost…..
A ‘Hurry’ to school, a ‘Hurry’ to home,
A ‘Hurry’ to play, Now only ‘Hurry’ is left alone,
The time kept going and we kept growing,
Unknowingly somewhere that childishness was narrowing,
And today I suddenly felt that ‘INNOCENCE’ is LOST….
-AnGo
Thursday, February 8, 2007
Gajar Ka Halwa
Gone is the Winter without even a single knock in Pune...am still not sure whether it actually came here. All my newly purchased pullovers and wintery wears from last year's 50 + 20 = 70 % off sale ( actually its 60%, but that's how shopkeepers lure morons like me to garbage their dying stocks of garments which even rats refused to bite) were waiting to breathe in open air for the first time since their existance.I didnt get any fair reason to give them another look so they ditched me and mingled wid Sir Rosh and Sir Roch, the eldest and oldest cockroaches in my flat i suppose , their ancestors were bestowed upon by Japanese in WWII over my flat and since then they stand loyal and baygon-proof here.
Only time in year when you get an enduring pleasent smell from our esoteric GANPAT halwai ids only due to this phenomenon known as GH effect. GH effect usually termed as 'Gajar Ka Halwa' effect, is an ability of a pathetic shopkeeper to attract few buyers only once in a year.
GH effect is a driving force in all Hindi speaking fraternities in India. The pride of every mom , the integral part of Bollywood movies ....how can anyone forget "Beta, dekh maine tere liye tera favorite gajar ka halwa banaya hai' . Damn, who cares it will all go to spotboys after the shoot.
Well, for me its a fair reason to wait for wo...wo...wo...winters. Howsoever bad but it smells always good as in case of GANPAT halwai. In delhi, if you somehow wake up early in the morning (heyy dont stare at me like this....obviously becoz of some obnoxious 3 hour power failure!!). u can learn some 'how to make a sweet more luscious' lessons from them. They are all at work in a petrifying temprature , below 5 degrees. For the first time you feel to reveal your mouth out of that monkey cap for that deceptive fragrance and eat that all in one attempt.
Bang !! Well, thats the halcyon now.
I am away from home and that smell. Even on searching at every single GANPAT, i never got to feel like that again. My NOSTRILS can better tell you how i feel without that , i have stopped watching all mother-son convos in hindi movies, waking up early even if a power failure and even scrutinizing someone's lunch but i still very vulnerable of that.
If anyone reading this post can actually help this pauper soul, get in touch....get in touch with 'Gajar Ka Halwa'....THE BOSS before you been a neglected one like me.
Issued in Public Interest by Team GH.
Only time in year when you get an enduring pleasent smell from our esoteric GANPAT halwai ids only due to this phenomenon known as GH effect. GH effect usually termed as 'Gajar Ka Halwa' effect, is an ability of a pathetic shopkeeper to attract few buyers only once in a year.
GH effect is a driving force in all Hindi speaking fraternities in India. The pride of every mom , the integral part of Bollywood movies ....how can anyone forget "Beta, dekh maine tere liye tera favorite gajar ka halwa banaya hai' . Damn, who cares it will all go to spotboys after the shoot.
Well, for me its a fair reason to wait for wo...wo...wo...winters. Howsoever bad but it smells always good as in case of GANPAT halwai. In delhi, if you somehow wake up early in the morning (heyy dont stare at me like this....obviously becoz of some obnoxious 3 hour power failure!!). u can learn some 'how to make a sweet more luscious' lessons from them. They are all at work in a petrifying temprature , below 5 degrees. For the first time you feel to reveal your mouth out of that monkey cap for that deceptive fragrance and eat that all in one attempt.
Bang !! Well, thats the halcyon now.
I am away from home and that smell. Even on searching at every single GANPAT, i never got to feel like that again. My NOSTRILS can better tell you how i feel without that , i have stopped watching all mother-son convos in hindi movies, waking up early even if a power failure and even scrutinizing someone's lunch but i still very vulnerable of that.
If anyone reading this post can actually help this pauper soul, get in touch....get in touch with 'Gajar Ka Halwa'....THE BOSS before you been a neglected one like me.
Issued in Public Interest by Team GH.
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