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Lovelock Spot

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I stand by the same spot. By the same spot I wait: Waiting long; Waiting strong.   The morning dew & evening laze unfazed. The Evening laze unfazed, I stand As a rock; a rusted lock   Your love untrue or true, Untrue or true doeth not break me And stands my heart unbroken; unshaken.   The mob it flows in questions & awe In questions & awe, unsure & unhope Of my love’s daylight break; my ceaseless wait.   A distant tune of hope strums Hope strums from a street child’s handmade strings And stand I inspired; and I wait for you.   Sometimes a mirage deludes A mirage deludes me of your coming sight A sight I wait – for, unfazed in your love.   I plead to my lord – the Supreme My lord: ‘To you I give myself, But allow me one final sight of my love.’   ‘Oh lord! Allow me the pleasure of her company, Her accompany on this blessed land The playground of Lucifer & thyself.’   In my words heartfelt & slightly di

The Last Guy in Office

He sat lost with five reports to go. In urgent & important their priorities scale. Ten it struck, he had been in from day break. Work now piled unending & bleak. His friends cried for him – ‘Get a life’; But his ambition’s drive took no ear of it. Says a friend of his, ‘You will wake up one day, All down and dreary, and pray back for this day!’ Trading private desires for public needs He toiled only for satisfying incessant greed - Unending, of those beyond his questioning authority lay. A twinkle sparkles from his tears that lay. Wishes & pleasures evaded him. While a tear itself with no purpose rolled, Down his sunken eyes in an unending leak. Work now piled unending & bleak. Who shall answer for his pleasures lost? Who shall answer for the time that he lost? Only he! Himself, will wake up one day, All down and dreary, and pray back for this day! A silence spread in the office space, As though in mourning was this dreaded space. Ten it struck, he had been in from day

Singing Silence

There she stood in a Goddess stance With twinkling eyes – sharp and black,  That pierced my heart – fragile.    Tulip petals mixed in a dance of yellow & red - As though a spring summer blessed in bloom,  Fluttered along me in a consummate trance. Her fragrance spread in the lazy breeze Far-flung like the reach of a bright sun’s rays, Onto me; now lost only to be found by her. As she traced a path - so pearly white,  Towards me, I could not but fall  Weak in my knees; now powerless and entranced. As though in still grace, she appeared  To flow; unlike a human stride, While songbirds fluttered in symphony – Music!!  ‘Where am I?’ A question in such distraught  Arose in me - on the path of His love.  To win is to lose now and to lose is to win. “Oh Supreme Soul, beloved to you  Shall I presume now my humbled myself!   This love of You unto me, My Lord, perplexes me!”  What have I, but done to deserve  In my human sight, a blessed spectacle  Of one of your beloved Angel’s” In reply w

Love is Giving - Unconditionally

Have you observed in your love for your mother, father, brother, friend, lover or best friend that un-questioned and un-ending flow of giving? There, lies the best form of true love. Here, there is no confusion or conflict and love becomes the most pleasurable experience. It gives meaning to life. It makes us feel complete. It makes us happy. Love gives meaning to life. It makes us feel complete. It makes us happy. But what makes this love difficult to maintain and sustain?!! Observe again! Why? As these relationships develop, there is a build up expectations around these relationships. In a friend and/or lover we expect loyalty and a return of the love given, when you need it. Parents expect respect back for the love they have given and we expect them to understand us and stand by us for our interests and desires. We get absorbed to the love to the extent where detachment or inexistence of this love would leave us meaningless and empty. As relationships develop, there is a build up ex

The All Nonsense Approach to life & happiness

Let’s start with a small exercise - Stick your tongue out and try to touch the tip of your nose. Put an effort at it, I know you can do it. OK! If you find it difficult then Wikihow.com takes you through the steps of getting it done - http://www.wikihow.com/Touch-Your-Nose-With-Your-Tongue What is you first temptation – To try and touch it or Is it disgust? Now, when some of you might have even attempted this, I know for sure you might have at least been tempted to click the link. The forbidden fruit or a relatively unusual activity like this is tempting at best, but that voice inside your head that cries “… Nonsense! Nonsense!! …” steals the cake from you. Why is it so? Why did Adam & Eve have to pluck the fruit forbidden by GOD or why do a lot of top notch leaders and ambitious people have difficult phases in their past to talk about or why does the Fox give up on the grapes that were a little high for him to catch hold off, why does he not try before concluding – ‘they are sour’

Which Diet are you on?

No thank you!! I would like to have my regular meals with enough of butter and chicken and as spicy as possible. And so, would I have responded to an intense conversation that was bubbling first thing in office today morning. But then I preferred to stay mum in response. It started with one lovely lady in my team that messed up on her GM diet plan because she was too tempted by real food. As she shared the same with another team-mate, also on the same diet plan, a bunch of ladies in nearby cubicles caught up to the conversation. Interesting new diet plans were given the light of day. Diet plans, alternative diets, likes & dis-likes being expressed as if it were some serious political debate. To my surprise, there were some men who were on diets. As interesting as it sounds, to add to this, it was a guy in the team that actually presented a diet plan which a few have already started with. At this point, some guys & gals delved into the conversation just because t

My Queen !

In the light of the dusking sun; I call out to my lovely Queen: The Queen of my heart! “ Oh, My Queen! So Divine & Sweet! There be no ray that doeth not wish, To blush your Face. There be no Breeze not sunk – in your exquisite Fragrance. If there be a Glimmer to Light my Life: It is the Glow, of your Eyes in love. If there be a moment I wish to live Of last; it would be, Every moment I am with you. “ And so, with the Sun now set, I wish and hope unto God; may every Dawn Till Eternity, I be with My Queen: My Oh So Lovely Queen ! In the Light of the Dusking Sun; I call out to M y Lovely Queen: The Queen of my heart! ... Eternally in Love ... By Arun Raj March 2005

Social Stigma & its Repercussions on You

I appreciate the efforts taken today’s 'Dus Ka Dum' show – Salman Khan’s new Prime time game show on Sony Set Max. Today they brought in a Eunuch as one of the competitors. I appreciate the effort made by the team simply because an endorsement of a man of the stature of Salman Khan for a social issue adds a lot of value to the cause. This act I believe would surely open the eyes of at least the next generation of Indians to accept Eunuch’s as an equally valid social being and very much deserving of a respectable position in the system. A friend of mine who was along with me questioned my position and raised a valid point in return – ‘You just saw one side of the story! In the Indian mythological setup these people are given a position of respect and their blessings and curses are equally valued. But if they are not respected in monetary and/or some beneficiary mode, they create mayhem to the extent that they go nude in front of the public audiences in a marriage or mouth ou

As you fall in love …

Had there been an easier way to experience bliss, then falling in love gave you a brief whiff of it. I am not sure how many of you have been able to bask in this enchanting emotion. I am not sure if my experience would be a definitive narrative of the experiences, relative to the others who have experienced this state. But, I am putting my best foot forward to walk you through my expression of faith in the most humane of feelings. It was buzzing, fresh with sounds of requests for copies of the assignments to be submitted that day and the lectures lined up for the day or what are the chances of India winning in the match today evening. Some of them even were busy into discussing the latest local kid’s comic – Jungle Book and Shikari Shambu. I was seated comfortably at my throne at the rear end of the class – a no man zone for most. And she strode in … For a moment, I could not hear the morning rush in our classroom. I drifted into a state of involuntary submission as everything else aro

Freedom

I spread my hands and feel the breeze. To fly, I wish to every GOD I know; ‘With this passing gale take me along, and tease Me with streams of air as chilled as snow. Where humming birds and hunting hawks Stray ever so free into the limitless enclose. The sky I wish to talk to it so, closely and near That, a fall to the floor becomes an insignified fear.’ I spread my hands and feel the breeze. I sit and wish to a passer by – a lady. Beautiful and starkly angelic at first sight Could look at me and shine a gaily Smile; that would flight me off to the pearly gates. Where blessed souls and winged spirits Flow with graceful movements - an elegant sight. With her to sail on the sparkly waters of virgin seas Devoid of destinations and directing pleas. I sit and wish to a passer by – a lady. I hold my lover’s hands – in rousing bliss. First drops of rain on her blushing cheek Roll with a flaunted cheer in its splashing and drips Off her chin into my palm. As if a thousand kisses Bequeath on

7 Days away from Her …

The Story: Far far away, in a forest land, where flowers, trees and animals inhabited in a related together in love and care – Blooming Dale. For each other, they cared and spread both hands. Two lovers – Miraya of the tulips clan and Mannath of the tall oaks stable, of this virtuous city had to bid adieu for seven days. Their love was spoken of for its different shades of kindness and boldness. Today the call of duty, took Mannath away for guarding the walls of the forest. Day 1: As the grand army of blooming dale, strode along to protect all its roots, Mannath looks at the distant shine of the city lights and writes his journal for the day. Although in your absence, I still felt an air of your care, In my proxim air. Awing my thoughts of you, So fresh, as the freshest flowers, And the most memorable day dreams. Day 2: They splashed through the valleys and rivers en route. Mannath could only reminisce of how the morning dew shined on Miraya’s petals. I know that you are now Miles away

She paints our lives …

Tell life to take second rung, As unto you lies a world unsung. Take sips of the lazy, swift flow breeze, Strumming leaves on branches to discrete notes. Gleaming droplets of early fog at sunshine break, From a windowsill; for you always in drape. The lazy drop that splits a thousand pieces on fall, Puts space and time in a suspended stall. Long tread have many in search of peace, The Kings, the Peasants and Princes of Greece. Some though not, but others did find, Pleasures in songs or spiritual bliss. Few here absorb right my subject – so beautiful, Understated, unsung she cares for a us – a ton. In Morning dew, chirping birds, the wildest lions, Tall tree oaks and oceans wides, she lives – Mother Nature. GO GREEN, FOR US & OUR FUTURE GENERATIONS :D

APJ Abdul Kalam - Knowledge @ Wharton

Territories of Comfort & Competition

Recently, a friend of mine wished to be critical about a team that he was part of at work. The team being made out of a need basis, had little to gel together for. He being the odd one out was being eyed on for removal from the team. He feels discriminated against and blogs his disgust. I reasoned like this ... The central nature of any form of existence - a car, a mountain, a human, an animal, etc, is to compete for survival. They are all made of electrons & photons. When there is instability and emptiness, there is a need for fulfillment. In this competition procreation becomes a tool, a very need based tool, to breed and further your kind. The kind may be a caste, tribe, a pack of lions, a herd of sheep, a clout of locusts, etc. We being relatively the most advanced beings in nature are only different in one way - We are capable of reasoning. At some point in human history of evolution, we had to have a survival feature and that was reasoning. Now having grown out of the need t

Mohit

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There are some changes you find hard to accept (.. which are most ..) and some (.. which are rare ..) which you luv to accept . A better GurlFriend, A better Life, A better Car ... A better Best Friend ; that is rarer than rare . This how i would define you . Say, u reach a new place, far from home, and regularly keep lookin back for ssolace in an old life and feel bad about it or miss it ... and then a ray of sunshine breaks through that darkness ..and u start to luk forward to this new life .. This is how i define you .My Farishta list just got incremented .. new F=Farishta(F++); Also, this guy is the reason my Hindi improved. :D

मस्ती का एक पूरा दिन !! :D

I t was a great scene at the Prayas class inside the community on 15th March 2008. The early morning rush in the narrow pathway of the community apart, there were some bright faced parents who were eager to send their children along. A special mention was the look on Afsana's mother -Naimudin Shah, who had a glow on her face as if she was climbing a NASA Space Shuttle. A total of 32 children came along with us for the picnic. The kids were all dressed up and ready to go on a day of learning and fun. Gudia in a bright lovely yellow frock with red frills and a matching top, glowed with that beautiful smile of her. She surely was one of my favorites. But, every one of our children was raring to enjoy this day and every one of them, a special little star in our eyes. We had with us that day the ususal suspects / volunteers - Anand Bhai, Neha, Nikhil, Ruchi, Darshan, Vikas, Kanan, Sonia & me and also some volunteers from HCL - Sharukesh, Sanjay, Nikhil, and Pawan, courtesy Sonia'

The poor man's Worry !

It is not who 'I am' that I am worried about, its who 'I want to be' that is worrying me !

The Grass is always greener on the other side ! ... Really !!

As every morning, while I was trying hard releiving some bottled up pressure, it struck me like a jolt. The grass on the other side really does not grow green by itself . . . It requires to be nurtured to that persistent sheen that it develops. But then again, there are the seasons when this green grass does turn dark. Reminded me also of a statement from Rang De Basanti । . . " कोई भी देश perfect नही हैं उसे perfect बनाना होता है " . . . The grass I am talking about is happiness. We generally look outside ourselves for happiness. In the happiness of a 2nd person or a group of people or our parents or siblings or for pets or in achieveing a material possesion. Happiness here now is dependent on this external component that is not in our control. The definition of happiness here I see is more like this - "A state of satisfaction-of-achievement in harmony with the surrounding or with the laws of the environment of existence". The self is always 2nd priority to this ha

Love & the Expression of it !

Love is in Silence & Action, not in insipid expression & materialistic satisfaction :) - Arun Raj / 9th Feb 2008