Drenched .....

...and then it rained

like your memories weren't enough to drench me.....

Part of My Life "'Alone in the crowd'

khush hai yeh aasman
khush hai yeh zameen bhi
dil toh hai khush
par aankhon main hai nami si

khushi jhalke har chehre par
khushi chhalke har baat main
sab hi hain aas paas
phir kyun tum ho sirf yaad main?

hasi hase mere saath
khushi aankh michauli khele
naache khushi main dil
par tum bin adhure hai yeh mele

hairan hai koi
aur tareef hai har kahin
par jo baat sunni sirf tumse thi
woh jaane kho hi gayi kahin

tum hote toh mujh par bhi koi garv karta
tum hote toh sab jaane kaisa hota
bahut samjahaya baawre mann ko
par maan hi jaata toh kya 'mann' hota??


khush hoon ki kuch banaya tumne
kuch banna abhi baki hai
khush hoon ki udhna sikhaya tumne
par udhaan toh abhi baki hai


hawa ke har jhonke main tum lagte ho
baarish ki har boond main tum hi ho na?
bheedh main agar tanha hoon, toh saath lagte ho
mujhe udhte huey dekh toh rahe ho na?

Mobile Phones defined ..

Toot gaye hai taar jameen se
Hath me aaya hai cell phone
ab to dil ki awajo se..
jyada sunte hai Ringtone

pehle nanihaal se phone aata tha
uncle ki dukan par
har insan dil me rehta tha
har no jubaan par..

ab to unreachable hai hum
pehle ki tarah aajad nahi
ab apne no ke siva
koi apna yaad nahi

ab to mutthi me hai duniya
phir kyo hum sabsedoor hai
network bhi apna busy hai
kyaa kare majboor hai

pehle bacche dosto ke ghar
lekar jate the bat aur ball
ab to bas bahar se hi
kar lete hai missed call

har har chotti baat ke liye
do shabd nahi bole jate
thanks kehna ho ya sorry
SMS se hi samjhate

kyaa remote kyaa calculator
computer ka bhi baap hai
ungliyo pe chalti thi duniya
ab sab anghootha chaap hai

kyo pairo se cheen kar jameen
ajnabi sky diya
phir bhi khushi se kehte hai hum
wah sir jee "what an IDEA"

credit goes to me n my roomies..:):)

Twang of my thoughts Part 2

Free Will
Whatever we do, whatever we say.. we do it for ourselves - good or bad. We make someone happy, it is because we wanted to. We did something wrong its we who decide too. We choose to be mean. We choose to see someone happy. And since it is our choice what we do.. we can't expect them to do something in return. You are a good friend because you want to be. S/he is not because s/he chose so. Thats my explanation of free will. You can choose to believe, not believe, to be happy, to be sad, to be angry, to love, to feel loved.

Life is like Ludo..(yeah the board game)
(Ok lower the eyebrows, and miffle the laughter at my weird ideas.) Just like the game, you have a path and you have a destination. The destiny is the dice. You don't know what you'll get when you throw the dice. You get a number, a situation and you get a choice, what to make of it. You can choose which counters you can move. Some times you have a lot to choose from..sometimes you don't.( hmm.. the theory isn't finished... yet. But its a spark.. I mean start.)

Change is the only constant
(you try to derive I mean drive it and it is zero, (nerdy pj.. u'll get it if passed 12th with maths :P, you'll get it faster if you had failed. :P:P))I am amazed at just how dynamic we are! You are changing every minute every second. You are not the same person you were a while ago. A thought, an idea, a word, a song... something... something pops up into your mind.. turning keys of this machine and your mind is on fire! What will be the outcome when it slows down.. you can't even guess now. It will be something you have not been before. Yes we may do the same things. The event or action may be the same.. but the doer is transformed! Its something like a chemical equilibrium. It may seem static but it really is dynamic. The old keep on moving away and the new keep on adding in.

** As me and my dear friend ( who really writes well ) were discussing, whenever two people meet, it really is a chemical reaction. (Ok aaj chemistry bahut yaad aa rahi hai..lol). This was probably a quote I read somewhere, but really, whenever two people meet and talk even for a while.. they exchange ideas, vibes, thoughts, energies. And the two are left changed after the interaction. The change can be big or small depend on the inteREACTION. but yes.. we are changed.. we get something new, are reminded of something old... but finally we are ..yes you guessed it.. changed!
Dunno how much any of it makes sense to you right now. Will try to be clearer with more experience ;) ;)
Till then, Love and a spark of fire for your head! :)
Smoke it up!

Twang of my thoughts

After a long long time I have enough time to write what the voice in my head has been saying all along and poking me to spill out. So sit back this one is gonna be long.. and... incoherent in places. So following are some theories that have been developed over hundreds of discussions with myself and my friends.

You are alone (.. and thats good!)

I have realized, that if life is a journey than you are all by yourself. You are the only one who is going to be with yourself till the end. Everyone has there own paths. People meet each other. Walk with you for a while. Probably exchange ideas.** They teach you, by words or by actions, by love or by deceit... And then they move on. Your paths separate and then you meet new people and new sights on your journey. You may meet again at crossroads, some faraway turn or not meet at all.. Everyone has a journey, a story of which you are a part only for a while. It is up to you..totally.. what you make of what is given to you. The knowledge and experience you gain, whether it is from watching Discovery channel or by selling flowers on the redlight, they make you what you are. You are a residue of your own actions and choices. You are a residue of your yesterdays. What people say or do are just events. What happens is an event. The events are momentary. They will happen on and off to add stories to your journey. What you make of an event is ~You~. Each event whether good or bad, moves you one step closer to being a new person. People are just part of your journey it for a while. In the end you are the one that is there for you, (And also the faith.. in case you are a theist...) So you have to make the most of it all.

Life is ours we live it our way... Nothing else matters.

Prayas Talent club - Starting a new Dimension in Prayas

From the long time , A thought is thumping in my mind. In Prayas we teach kids .. We gave lot of effort .We try our best. No doubt kids are always amazing. In spite of whole day school, condition in their home they eager to learn, eager to study more and more. Their pace may be slow , but they are trying really hard.
All effort paid off when 21 of our kids selected in Nayi .And our 5 old kids got good rank and marks.
However there is always a thought, a tease is there. In our school days we used to study in similar boring fashion. I am really proud of my teachers of school days. But now it’s our responsibility, it’s our creativity to deviate that similar way of teaching. Why not we started a class which not only give them learning but also give them some fun, enjoyment. We already know these kids have talent, but somebody need to bring that up. Some body need to give canvas to these young mind to draw their dream, somebody need to give them a platform to perform.
Vocalizing a thought is always easy .. but execution is always a daunting task. After many meetings , and literally using my full vocal power , the suggestion has been welcomed in one of our admission celebration. As I am initiator of thought, the responsibility came to me to execute the idea.
Now start the thought process, what are the activities which need to be planned, what will be games to be play .. how to relate them from teaching, how to relate them from kids daily routine life yet give them fun and uniqueness. It is really a daunting task.
Google is always a big rescuer in that. Isn't really amazing, whatever you wanna know just type in google and here comes all sort of information .. ( i know there is a brilliant algorithm of page ranking executing in behind ). After lots of information gathering/editing a final plan come into the picture. Now I am eager to execute this plan on coming Saturday the time slot ( 3- 5 pm , venue new class room of Prayas ) provided to me.

We live together…We shall die together . We can only be ..

We live together…We shall die together…And its ok if we are not Lovers!!!

Those words rang in her ears once again.They were together. Through their toddler days and finally the graduation years.
Hinting the possibility of a secret relationship to the world and then quietly laughing about this trick they played. Friends, truly, sincerely- Just friends!
A day came when they were walking through a not so well lit road and she was about to get hit by a car when he just pulled her back and saved her. It looked more like a super hero on a rescue mission to save the heroine…but then he was always like that.
She was convinced about it and happy in his shelter. Knowing fully well that love was taking place of friendship in his heart. But then, it was unsaid and lay untouched. But that particular day after saving her and taking relief that she was in one piece, without any wounds he gave her a moist eyed look and said- You know what… ‘We live together’. She didn’t know what to say in that tense, intense moment. So all she muttered was- ‘We shall die together.’
He looked deeper into her eyes and then finally gave a blank stare a wink and an unexpected reply- ‘Hey! And it’s ok if we are not lovers!’
She ran home. Angry, annoyed, confused, sad. Unable to understand why was it like that. The next 24 hours went brooding about that one single moment. Then finally she gave up and accepted that her first love story, if at all it was, had succumbed to time.
And this was it.They didn’t meet for many days after that. She saw him but hid away, though continued to look at him through the corner of her eyes, struggling to control the flutter in her heart that his presence still caused. From friendship…to almost love…to nowhere.

The next year brought wedding bells along. She looked like the princess of the world in her red outfit. The rites done, the blessings taken, her groom by her side, as she walked towards her car, there was a pat at her shoulder.He stood there. Dressed in classic black, with a bouquet in his hand. Yes, he looked better than most in that room.He said- ‘Hey beautiful! You will always be happy. I know that now. Do tell me if you need something.’She unaffected by the people around returned saying- ‘You should know about what I want. Remember, we lived together.’ To that he reacted with a smile and words she knew well with an added question mark- ‘We shall die together?’ The satire in the way he said it made her laugh and reply- ‘Ya...and its ok…we are not lovers.’
Years passed. They weren’t living together anymore. Responsibilities pushed way into life and she forgot those words. Only one day when she was sending her daughter to school she heard about a badly injured major serving the Indian Army, lying dead in the hospital.She recognized the name. The photograph. There was no one to claim his body. He didn’t have a family. Just a few belongings. He was a great soldier they said. Fighting till the last minute. The true hero Well, she knew, he always was one.They didn’t find too many belongings. Just a diary. With his work schedules drawn. His rules written. His important things listed. His goals carved. Nothing of any importance to her. Except the last page where he had scribbled in red-

We hardly lived together....
I know we won’t die together
Still…we are, we can only be Lovers!!!