A Techie's Blueprints

मंजिलों के पीछे  भटकता रहा मैं  पर जो बीतता गया मुझमे वो ही जान न पाया मैं  घाव गहरे थे तो कांटे याद रह गए मुझको   गुजरी महकती राहे  उनकी खुशबू साथ ना ल पाया मैं  मंजिल अभी भी दूर है  पर अन्धेरा घना हो चला है  बस यूँही सोचता हूँ कभी  क्यों उजाले न साथ ला पाया मैं  चार सुर्ख पत्ते  कुछ खिलखिलाते चेहरे  कुछ चहकती यादें  दिल में सहेजी होती तो बात थी  अब तो लगता है बस  कुछ टिमटिमाते तारों के पीछे  ना जाने कितने सूरज गँवा  आया मैं.... 

thodi si bhi jameenin na mili aasamn to apana hain  jeb apani fati hain to kya  aankhon main apane sapana hain 

Poem after a long time: ******************************** The game I was in Is not mine any more Every one moves on I remain at same score Watching from the fence I wait for my chance Beats echoing all around I restrain from the dance Chaos all around Yet I remain in lull Colors which were bright Seems hollow and dull Time O... Time Why don't you belt fast? When will this era end? How can this zealot remain aghast? This sluggish movement Is driving me crazy A smile I flaunt Though the heart remains hazy...

Life : A time span where we hold our head high and live without any comprise to our values... or through incidents we learn to do so ..... C an you tell that how many types of people are there in this world?????.....ya ..if it had been "Bunty and Bubbly"..the answer would have been "two"...but its not a show on silver screen ...its goddamn life!!!!.....beyond our glazed dreams..there is a world in which people really "LIVE".....struggle to live...and you know ...when you come across these type of people ....you really feel pity,a sense of guilt....but as you go beyond that ....all your senses, all your feelings ..vanishes in a second..and that's the human nature.... let me share one of my straight encounter with the shit called as life......it was when i was coming to bck to ma coll ...it was the journey from Ahemdabad to Raurkela....as I boarded in the train....due to some railway exam or for the other reasons ..there was an enormous rush...double o...

Few lines from SHANTARAM ... About Love... "The ancient Sanskrit legends speak of destined love,a Karmik connection between souls that are fated to meet and collide and enrapture one another. The legends say that the loved one is instantly recognized because she is loved in every gesture,every expression of thought,every movement,every sound,and every mood that prays in her mind. The legends say that we know her by her wings - the wings that only we can see - and because wanting her kills every other desire of love". "The same legends also carry warnings that such fated love may, sometimes, be the possession and the obsession of one, and the only one, of the two souls twinned by destiny. But the wisdom, in one sense is opposite of love. love survives in us precisely because it isn't wise". About India... "The simple and astonishing truth about India and Indian people is that when you go there, and deal with them, your heart always guide more wise...

American political cartoon, circa 1900, on the debate over whether to build a canal through Panama or Nicaragua. The deliberations of Congress (choosing between a Panama canal route or a Nicaragua canal route, with allusion to Buridan's ass ). [Source ] ====================================================== Got this interesting word in mail from Wordsmith Buridan's ass PRONUNCIATION: (byoo-RUHD-uhnz ass) MEANING: noun : A situation demonstrating the impracticality of decision-making using pure reason, especially a situation involving two equal choices. ETYMOLOGY: Named after French philosopher Jean Buridan (1300-1358). NOTES: Imagine a hungry donkey standing equidistant from two identical piles of hay. The donkey tries to decide which pile he should eat first and finding no reason to choose one over another, starves to death. This paradox didn't originate with Buridan -- it's been found back in Aristotle's time. A hungry and thirsty man cannot deci...

July 2004 ( Vikas Sharma,Prateek Srivastava,Rahul Verma,Nirupam..... ) I was not as happy as I was that day ( getting Mining in NIT Rkl was not a reason, at least not at that time ) since I got my IIT,AIEEE results.Everything seemed devastated and going to NIT Rourkela was just a way to escape from monotonicity of mental tension. Just came from college and directly went to common room to see whether TT table was occupied or not.Thankfully it was occupied, occupied by my friends only( coz it was almost impossible to find that table unoccupied)..threw notebooks on chair nearby (In the same manner as a Guy would throw his clothes before going to bed with a pretty girl )... and asked one of the player " are yaar de na..bas 10 min.. "... He pointed towards the opponent and said " are yaar main to abhi aaya hun .. wo pichale 1 ghante se khel raha hain ..usase le na.." .. i swiftly moved towards other one and asked.. he said... "1 game bas.. sirf ek ... sirf ek ... ...

Once again I arrive..... My dreams My dreams are like cold mountains hard to climb hard to forget I remain clung to the rope rope of hope... My hope My hope is like Tip of iceberg drowns down with scorching heat of situations rises again with chilling words of my friends My friends My friends are like brightest stars near(PUNE,MUMBAI,KOLKATA) and far(Columbus) {bebo,uddy,Rambo,chahca,vindi,nikey } I get their light every time I need silent observers of my nature bonded to this weird creature...

A poem after a long pause ................................................................ Moments ========== Moments above Moments below Moments behind Moments ahead We were alive We are dead.... Swimming hard in the moments flow From molten lead to liquid blue It's a delight when i am with you.... Moment is chirpy varies without hault Moment is angry not ours but moment's fault... Moment is yellow Moment is pitch black... some times its rosy.. some times its empty..color.. it lacks.. It gathers.. turns into deserts of past and scatters again in the future so vast .. Mingled in future past lies motionless a total illusion making this present a total mess... See..how strong is this how strong is this moment there is no past.. no future..no present if this tiny moment.. cease to increment ...

A poem,written long ago in some meeting.......... Hey Idiot Where are you Time is passing Defects are few Yes Mam, I am trying hard I am a newbie Not a wizard Doesn't matter How much Idiot are you Break it fast Or your days here are few No No .. please don't do it for this job I am totally fit I am a born pessimist this application can't resist ok ok ... speak less and act more or you know the way to door she goes and i begin to test garbage of some one else we clean, without any rest

I turn on the idiot box and watch the idiotic news.. and other idiotic faces .. known as politician. Everyday it tests my patience and may be ..yours too... but what we do is also very much idiotically nothing.In this post i am trying to put my anguish in words.. i know i am not good at it... the stanzas may not rhyme much or may not leave a impact on anyone or may seem misplaced... but some part of me says " something is better than nothing ". Hello fellas what are you looking at ? If you can move aside i will also have a look at that ... yeah ... why not .. this is meant for you only idiots like you can imagine that it will be true.. I move ahead tearing all the stares amid all crows feeling like a swan there lied a yellow paper saying “ Mera Bharat Mahan” picking up that piece of paper with lurching legs i moved ahead am i hallucinating or am i the only living being in city of dead ain't our ancestors died for this country or was that a breed some other everyday ...

The Don't Quit Poem! =============== When things go wrong, as they sometimes will, When the road you're trudging seems all uphill, When the funds are low and the debts are high, And you want to smile, but you have to sigh, When care is pressing you down a bit, Rest, if you must, but don't you quit. Life is queer with its twists and turns, As every one of us sometimes learns, And many a failure turns about, When he might have won had he stuck it out; Don't give up though the pace seems slow-- You may succeed with another blow. Often the goal is nearer than, It seems to a faint and faltering man, Often the struggler has given up, When he might have captured the victor's cup, And he learned too late when the night slipped down, How close he was to the golden crown. Success ...

I was sitting idle in my room, and looking at the photos from the past and that stark change became visible.. It has always been there but sometimes it takes eternity to recognize the obvious things.And then I decided to write a poem, just to say A BIG THANKS ( i know it can not suffice the sacrifices made by them) to my parents on behalf of me and my sister for such a beautiful journey so far..... आज रात बैठे जब आँख डबडबा आयी तो तन्हाई ने पूछा क्या हुआ मेरे भाई ? मैं हँसा और कहा कुछ बातें पुरानी दबी थी जो दिल में आज याद आयी... इक खाली कमरा धूल भरा आँगन इक टूटी खाट और उसमें भी ख़ुशी थी समाई.. थाम कर वो मोटी ऊँगली चला करता था दौडते दौडते पकोड़े जलेबी का देते थे साथ चाय की सुगंध चारों और थी रमाई ... दर्द था उसकी आँखों में जब मार रही थी वो मुझको जब पडोसी के बच्चे से मैं कर आया लडाई..... सुबह से शाम तक दौडते थे(हैं) वो हमारे लिए सोचता हूँ क्या कभी कर सकूँगा भरपाई ?? मांगता हूँ बस यही कुछ अच्छा कर...

I generally don't read forwarded mails,but this one ( From Chachajaan AKA Ashish Gupta ) was really eye opening, so posting that here.... ( I don't claim the verity of things.. but if this is true.. then on who's name we are rechristening our streets,hospitals,colleges ??? THINK!!! ) VERY INTERESTING HISTORY! ++++++++++++++++++++++++ At the very beginning of his book, 'The Nehru Dynasty', Astrologer K.N. Rao mentions the names of Jawaharlal's father and grandfather. Jawaharlal's father was believed to be Motilal and Motilal's father was one Gangadhar Nehru. We all know that Jawaharlal's only daughter was Indira Priyadarshini Nehru; Kamala Nehru was her mother, who died in Switzerland of tuberculosis. She was totally against Indira's proposed marriage with Feroze. Why? No one tells us that! Now, who is this Feroze? We are told by many that he was the son of the family grocer. The ...

आज जब अनायास मन मे हिन्दी में लिखने की इच्छा हुई तो ऐसा लगा जैसे लेखिनी शब्दों के मोड़ ही लेना भूल गयी हो , कम्बख़्त, कई युगों से इसकी जरूरत ही नहीं पड़ी! यूँही बैठे-बैठे, जब चूहा-दौड़ मैं तल्लीन मष्तिष्क साँस लेने के लिए कुछ देर रुका तो सहसा इस कुंठित मन में एक प्रश्न उठ खड़ा हुआ ॥ “ आख़िरी बार मैने हिन्दी में कब लिखा?” इस प्रश्न को लेकर जब व्यथित मान ने मष्तिष्क के द्वार पर दस्तक लगाई तो झुंझलाए दिमाग़ ने अकड़ते हुए कहा “ तू चाहे राष्ट्र भाषा के नाम पर कितने ही इमोसनल अत्याचार कर ले, पर यह सारा ज़मान ही मेरे वाशिभूत हैं॥ यह युग ही गोरों की भाषा का हैं, हम तो तीसरी दुनिया हैं ॥ आगे बढ़ने के लिए उनका पीछा करने का ही तो मार्ग हमें सीखाया गया हैं .. यहाँ तक की शिक्षण पद्धति भी तो हमें "मेकाले" से उधार लेने पड़ी.. भाषा तो बाद मैं आती हैं ..” “ और हां , तुम्हारे सवाल का जवाब.. अंतिम बार इस भले मानुस ने सात साल पहले बोर्ड परीक्षा में हिन्दी की बिंदी उडाई थी “ इतना सुन कर तो मन और भी व्यथित हो गया, मन की यह हालत देख, दिमाग़ बोला.. “ अरे यह तो फिर भी ठीक हैं .. इसने ...

A rosy letter... ---------------------- My dear blossomed flower this letter is for you time is little and so are the words but i hope it will go through You are always sweet giving your fragrance to me and what i do to you ? behaving rudely, no fear of thee? This is not me if it is an acceptable reason? no, its not real me may be heat of this cold season ?? :( But If required I'll try to change and will change you also as a revenge !! ;) All you need to know is love of bee towards flower be happy, remain happy rain is on strike, some day it'll shower!!

इस बार नहीं !!! What? Firing? Where? Taj? Trident? Nariman house? Who? Terrorists? How many? 174 dead? Every thing has been painted red even the head of police is dead lets watch the news,lets go to cafe coffee day hurry,otherwise there wont be any space in the bay Why do they do it do they enjoy this shit?? ain't they love their life don't they care for mother,father, son or wife? ******* ***** *** ** * Now after an year when we look back shamelessly we do business of living we say a lot,actions we lack!!

Just came from office, after having heavy Sambhar-Rice of Andhra-Mess .The effort they put in satisfying their customers is remarkable ( Waddya say Chachajaan? ).Though the language may be different but the way in which they serve you is such that you'll feel at home. Anyways.. with a full stomach, I asked my friend .. What about a belly on this lean body .. She smiled and looked away ... ,I ignored Bhel Puri Center on the side of the road ..I am too stuffed with that rice -sambhar that even smell of edibles can make me vomit straight away--- Andhra mess zindabaad!!( Reminds me of Shree Ashapuri Bhojanalaya .. where I and Udi used to have Dal-Bati with two full spoons of Ghee.. I wonder, How that Bengali got used to those Hard Balls? ). Anyways I firmly stuck to the promise, which I made to myself, Promise about being happy.All the way I was chortling and made my friend laugh.Every one likes you when you are smiling ..whenever you remain sad and silent in public with your lips...

My Brightest Star ******************************** Awake in my dreams I search for a star I find one the brightest one I asked her do you pull strings? strings of my fate? she said "no Idiot" "I am not your star" yours is that one the one hiding behind she is rare one of its kind.. I stared in dark to find the darkest spot I asked again "are you talking about that?" "the one, darker than darkness?" she smiled.. and nodded in consent I frowned," my star is not bright" i smiled but i felt sad i asked her again "like my life, my star is also dead?" she laughed and said with affection "there is something special about that star" I smiled and said "i know.. its a star.. which doesn't twinkle" she raised her eyebrow and said.. "she is the oldest of all she has given away her spark to make others bright.. she is still bright but you need to see it see it with eyes of your heart you're lucky..to have h...

What do you say? ******************************** I spent almost more than an hour on deciding what to write... several things came in my mind ... my childhood,college,17-Sunrise Appt. ... My friends goyal,uddy,bebo.... Then I came across this poem from DALJIT NAGRA. I read it and liked it...But it was after an hour or so .. I tried to think about the meaning...I got my own meaning. Suddenly I became curious about what other people may interpret .. What can be be their story attached to it..... You all people read it... very few people comment ;) ... what about contributing this time....??? :) The tree my father grew from his garden I take an axe and branch by branch I break the tree and set to work the million maddened bits, the fire of night. Only ash I keep.