Kuch To Log Kahengay

  Baat Niklegi to  by Jagjit Singh 

 Lyrics
Baat Nikalegee To Phir Duur Talak Jaayegee
Log Bewajah Udaasee Kaa Sabab Poochhenge

Ye Bhee Poochhenge Ke Tum Itnee Pareshaan Kyoon Ho
Oongliyaan Uthengee Sookhe Huye Baalon Kee Taraf

Ek Nazar Dekhenge Guzre Huye Saalon Kee Taraf
Choodiyon Par Bhee Kai Tanz Kiye Jaayenge
Kaanpate Haathon Pe Bhee Fikre Kase Jaayenge

Log Zaalim Hain Har Ek Baat Kaa Taanaa Denge
Baaton Baaton Mein Meraa Zikr Bhee Le Aayenge

Unakee Baaton Kaa Zaraa Saa Bhee Asar Mat Lenaa
Warnaa Chehre Ke Taasur Se Samajh Jaayenge

Chaahe Kuchh Bhi Ho Sawaalaat Naa Karnaa Unse
Mere Baare Mein Koi Baat Na Karnaa Unse
Baat Nikalegii To Phir Door Talak Jaayegee

Pehle App . Pehle App

Jiju quoted some nice shers during random tea talks .
This was picked  from World Space .

Humse aaya na gaya, 
Unse bulaya na gaya,
Faasla phir dosti aur pyar ka,
Dono se mitaya na gaya.

How ego comes between relationships, often , quite often. It just takes a word or two to bridge the gap , but the question is always,  who shall start ?
pehle app . pehle app .

PS1: I don't know who the author is , not Galib for sure.

From loneliness to lost self

Dedicated to a dozen of friends who are getting married or have recently tied the knot.

Arz kiya hai

Dostana , Yarana bahut hua

Zindagi ab  humsafar dhoonde.

Mein , mera bahut hua

Ab , tu , tera , tujhe dhoonde.

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After 

Yaroan se miley zmana hua

Zindagi ab phoorsat dhoonde.

Ab tu , tera  bahut hua

mann mein , mera , mujhe dhoonde.

-Yours truly, clueless

Arz kiya hai

 Ek  shayar ko kya chahiye
kaagaz kalam , syahi
mehfil-e-aam
phorsat-ki- shaam
aur thodi si waah wahi

Ek shayar ko aur kya chahiye

-Yours Truly

We See

(Author’s first name) (Author’s second name) wonders what is “its complicated” relationship status on FB ?

Yeah this was meant to be status message but for analytical reasons turned out to be a post.
But …..err…. I have nothing to extend on this apart from say-relationships are complicated in itself, in anyways .Just writing for self concealment that one can still blog.
Is it Dying turned out quite self applicable and destructive.

Last weekend Author attended an Art exhibition .
And to my astonishment one of the artist’s work was based on or technically speaking was weirdly “inspired by “ sanitary pads!!.
Yes you read it right. Strange but interestingly new.
Other 7 artists exhibits took two rooms, while the pad-theme dominated the entry room. As they say "to some it’s art to others it’s controversy".
For a change photography was allowed and for a change we didn’t had camera ,Duh.
We all are aware of the fact that light source and optics related info is taken in account while sketching , but only after a brief conversation with the pad- painter and ma architect roomy ,I figured out that there is lot of technical and compositional apart from creative, touch required in this profession.

To understand art of any form for that matter, requires suitable taste . At times it may take time to develop it.But in the end acceptance is the biggest challenge artists face in general .Frankly speaking after this exposure I am sure I don’t poses taste for all kind of paintings .But at the same time I don’t end up ridiculing them .How much ever uncanny they might appear.But this is about visual arts , they at least get reaction.
It’s the literature sphere like poetry and write-up which suffers in terms of response from masses unless they belong to popular creator or brand.While Photography and music by commoner gains instant reaction. Obvious reason being patience required to perceive these forms .

For instance
1.Video
2. Photos
3. Audio- Music
4. Painting
5.Write-Ups like Blog/Article
6.Poetry

Upload above in Social media and observe reception. The hits are maximum in the order the items are listed above.

The fact is we respond to visuals more proactively.
Certainly the advertising world realized this  long ago and is cashing on it.

PS1:This is a post with no head and tail.
PS2: Train journey is fun if you have company.
PS3: Chetan’s novel - Two States stirred some thoughts which need to be addressed in some post.
PS4: (Author’s first name) (Author’s second name) wonders why am I into serious writing now a days? .
PS5:Where is the humor, where ?

Randomness from the Hard-Drive

Why should photos from mobile take a back seat ?Why should they be photogenic to be published ? And I have a huge collection of such .Before my laptop cries out for space and demads deletion , let them have 2 minutes of fame.
From here from there , from everywhere .
From now and then

Monkey Menace on 7th floor

Mehendi session , yeah on legs as well. Imagine the patience required.

Macro settings test of ma Digi cam

View from Dilli home balcony

A bachelorette party cake

Sala mein to shahib ban gaya .Heh

Parathe wali gali ,chandi chowk

The real place to work

One legged pigeon ? Nope, it’s just resting the other.

Sweet Pain

Ajj phir arzz kiya hai..............


दर्द में नशा है
अजब सा जुनूं
एक अलग हे मज़ा है
बनादे इन्तेहाँ , सुकूं
एक ऐसी सज़ा है

-clueless



ps1: Author wants to write a book or at least wants to persist these shers , poems as hard copy.
ps2:Yeah kind of published one.Aware am i , nobody will buy nor will it be read , but at least a copy for self.Sigh.
ps3: No , i don't know how to go about it.
ps4:Any hows. Travel has taken time , so will travelogue.
ps5: Waiting for SLR pics.

Is It Dying?

Symptoms :-

1. The frequency of posting is diminishing .
2. The archives have developed gaps of months , years in worse cases .
3. You are posting more you-tube videos than actual write-ups.
4. You post only photos as you are slothful to be able to express in 1000 words.
5. There is no craving for new posting ideas lurking around .
6. There is no urge to check comments.
7. You stop confessing on this diary , even when yours is a zero-comment-clandestine blog .
8. All effort is now spent on making it visually appealing than on writing.
9. Your quotes , poems prefer FB status messages and notes.
10. You suddenly forget password to the blog !!

If yours is a victim of above , it might be heading towards it’s grave where thousand other archives are lying in webbed peace .

Get up and rejuvenate! If it is your avocation ,there shall be reincarnation of some kind .
Of a kind which can prompt the readers to come up with “symptoms for addiction” .When feeds show numbers , with mostly nines.

PS1: Did you know , there is something called Drunk Posting. I have read one such and it was hilarious.Including the major typos, retained strategically.

PS2: Well , Did you know there is something called WikiDump - "One man’s trash is another man’s treasure".

PS3: Blog people Blog, in senses or not.In Sickness or health.

Traveling pants

Is not about Sisterhood Of Traveling Pants.

If you know the author and have accompanied her to adventure trips to various locations in past two years , you know who, err... what is being referred here.

Else , let me take pleasure of introducing you to -Army green , cotton based , 6-pocket , cargo pants.

We all own one such in different shapes and sizes . Don't we ?

The one we pick up for damn every travel .
The one which is rugged and tough,
Yet gives all the comforts , in hazel.
The one which was in use for hours and days .
And still can be used for coming days and hours.

The one which has seen the mountains ,
Has crossed rivers with us.
The one which was dusted,
Was splashed in water with muds.

The one which transforms to 3- fourths ,
To safeguard its own tearing corners.
The one which shields the colds.
And takes all the sweat , when warmer .

And if you still wonder ?
Or must have forgotten it in a timeless thunder.
Look around , it must be lying somewhere,
Cluttered underneath your branded clothing blunder .

From the cupboard, it calls out in silence
"Take me out of this darkness"

"Take me to sunshine of the woods.
From the cupboard, it whispers out loud
"Take me out to the wilderness "

"Take me to the cloudy hill roofs".

-By yours truly, still clueless.

The same pretty much holds good for our traveling backpacks , perhaps the traveling shoes .They all say one thing- take some time off from your chaotic schedules for mother nature, but don't over do it , as they might end up teared .

PS1: Removed earlier PS statements.
PS2: They snatch the fame n focus away from the poem.
PS3: Ok, current ps2 is pretty much doing the same.
PS4: Fine , readers can still scroll through those verses again.
PS5(retained): btw, that cold did not swinned enough to be flu.

Google Is Not All That GOD , Actually

We swear by It , we thank , we reckon , we pray to it, we love it , we can’t survive without it ,we are addicted , it’s our best companion , on this our professions survive. It has answers to all the questions under this sky. But there are loopholes .
If you are expecting a comparative study of search engines with some blue links here ,then move on to next blog or carry on with FBing .
As this is more on humanity than on world wide web ‘s vanity.

Ok , still reading ? then let me convey If some of you cannot digest poetic way of writing and facts are what you feed on, then visit here.
PS: Just making things easier for the readers , as they say “Time is money “.

Ok, if some of you managed till here , I hope to meet you in the end.heh don’t worry, a very short post , but as they say "60 seconds make a minute" .

Once upon a time there lived a boy named Tom …….hmm , I told poetic na? , why the hell am I constructing a story out of it ?Fine no more drama , read on.

All these years we used our tiny little human brains to store -persist- analyze -create data and now everything is click away.
For all our queries we often don’t know the answer, but we all know how and from whom to fetch it .
We don’t tend to remember ,we really don’t require remembrance !! cause there is someone storing it “ALL” for us .We only tend to buffer information for short duration and take pride in flaunting googled info.
The art of querying is nurtured more than the art of resolving and crafting .And in this era, in a galaxy of software crowd such studs are worshiped .
Those cool geeky dudes you often encounter ,whom you think “I know it all” are most of the times hollow shells with information overload .Most of them flash some buzz words and fancy links and feed it on sites.
They can no longer create , they plume click away found info. We all do the same at times don’t we.
Gone are the days when libraries were turned upside down for one research presentation in college . When stuff was more created than circulated. When teachers were guiding force .Good in a way that dependency has reduced and one needn’t run behind human sources and Knowledge is ample and is freely flowing all across but creativity is suffering and is curbed unknowingly . Memory loss is a common complaint now.

Just think. All we need to teach our children in future is How to Google - copy paste -social networking .These are the key words to success . Everything else pretty much will fall into place.
It will be their new mom n dad. Yeah from abc to job hunting , from colors to photography , from anatomy to child birth ,from relations to business, travel , java blah. It instructs you on all. And pretty much like parents it can control with child locks.

Yes , the author truly acclaims , applauds and also uses this revolution in her day to day life .And there is no denial of life without web. But there is a different angle to it . Cause an overdose of anything can kill u .A line has to be drawn somewhere such a way that only necessity is extracted. As.............

it teaches you dance not grace
it teaches you music not rhythms
it builds networks not relations

it teaches you coding not development
it teaches you technology not science
it teaches you skill not ability

it gives you facts not salvation
it gives history , not future
it’s a tool , not the solution
it’s a path, not your destination

So let it be what it was meant for
let it give you answers , not results

let mentors still be seeked for enlightenment
let friends than just profiles, be in persons
let Daddy still teach you how to ride a bike
And let Mommy still tell you 2+3 is five .

And let god be god .

Hogenakkal Falls and The Hence Proved Story

Finally after a long time ( very long actually) weekend was consumed in a trip to Hogenakkal falls (one of the gravid falls on Kaveri after Shivasamudram)

Facts:Located 187 kms from Bangalore . Take Hosur road and hunt down for Salem and then Dharamapuri on sign boards.

Content:Travel.log file :-

• Remember to carry license and don’t exceed speed limit beyond 100 on outskirts of Dharamapuri .Vas , the one who is incapable of driving under 140 in terms of velocity was caught red handed and had to shell out 1000 bucks."Saaaar , please saaar , please saaar" *10 times saved him from paying another 500 .
• Else go in MiniY’s car for a safe ,bumpy-less - fine free ride.But it comes with "You must wear those seat belts through out ."
• Take somebody who knows a bit of Tamil or kannada for bargain related communication with Coracle walas.
• We as in 9 of us spent 1700 rs for two coracles, for 4-5 hours of cruising along the wild and rocky falls .
  For a centrifugal thrills make sure to ask the captain of the round (space)ship to rotate it.
• Taste the fresh delicacy of live marinated fish , alongside the banks only.
• Make sure to take proper footwear , nope !, not sport shoes .Floaters are recommended as you keep wetting your feet when toggling on the rocks .
• Witness the sight of a local kid diving from a 50 feet high rock .Do pay him 20 bucks :).
• Sit near the edges for sprinkling splash on face .
• Be extremely careful and get a firm grip when clicking photos and exploring. We almost For adrenalin rush touch all the atrocious edges in and around the falls .
• But control the enthusiasm , unless you want to be featured on “I shouldn’t be alive” series on Discovery.

Coming back to the Confessions.

1. I happily after receiving a call slipped my phone in ma pocket “hypothetically”. It in actually got slipped out of the pocket , without me realizing .

We went forward to our respective boats and only on half way downstream , I was alarmed by the absence of ma beloved.My pleading cries to take the boat back to said location made Sreek to give up the act .Luckily the hypothetical slip or fall was witness by the junta walking behind , who decided to see me in panic by revealing it later.

2.Coming back to confessions again . I once dropped my 5 k watch in front of my office gate , with a generous person walking behind and handing it over to me .

3.Heh.la la laa It’s not over yet .What triggered this post was today’s loss. I happily slipped ma office ID in exactly similar “hypothetically” way in ma purse only to realize next day , that it was dropped. And in huge MNC like mine , one cannot even have lunch without the access card.

As one is guarded by angels. A mail comes in ma inbox stating “hello, I found your card lying in the campus please come and collect”.

Remember the Boomerang Theory ? it never ceases to prove itself again and again.(TOUCH ANYTHING WOOD ON THIS PLANET.All you readers touch it now , ok fine pat your head instead).

PS1: Yeah, I have learned the lesson.

PS2: Don’t you dare to comment on my luck , I only know how badly it sucks otherwise.

PS3: The trip was awesome !!! and I simply loved it.

PS4: The tan was worst , and now I know I am kind of sensitive to prolonged exposure to sun. My skin is now shedding(hiss , hiss) and is in worse condition.

PS5: Parallel blogging idea threads often run in mind. But wonder what is keeping the author away?

PS6:Haha look at this post , looks like status update .Duh!

Only Words And Words Are All I Have

Where author pays tribute to the unsung Shayaras –(Women sher-o- shayari writers) of the past and explores technicality of Urdu poetry .

Teri nazm ,
Kisi kaagaz pe likhey lafzon mein ko gayi .

Teri Ghazal ,
Kisi badnaam mehfil ki ronak ho gayi.

Teri awaz ,
Ajj bhee veerano mein goonjati hai.

E shayara , teri rooh
Kisi jane shayar ki Ilhaam ho gayi.

--Clueless (I am proud of this one)

So unknown and lost they are that when I Wikipediad Shayara , the result was:
Did you mean: Shayar ?
This time Google also turned out to be chauvinist. Nope there isn’t’ much on web .
Amongst the Amir Khusros , Mirza Ghalibs , Mehedi Hassans ….. some names like Begum Akhtar, Farida khanum where linked majorly for their ghazal gayaki.I still remember a filling scene in a movie In custody 1993 , where Shabana Azmi is lamentable about her creations not being recognized , while the whole movie revolves around an ageing poet Nur Shahjehanabadi’s work preservation.
They very much existed .Apart from usual , every kothas originally meant for musical -mystic entertainment were also home for such phankars. Female artists including tavayafs were shayari composers .But with their name their voice , creations went confounded and lost.

One truly admires any poet’s work irrespective of the gender behind and nor am i a feminist. But something did provoke me. Even today people don’t take a female poet seriously .That whole kashish in reciting is much appreciated when coming from a man’s mouth . Is it just that people are not used to? Or people just don’t want to ?.

One of the reasons for rareness of Shayars apart from unrecognizable condition of women in Islam and in history, in general , on some digging down actually comes out from what ghazal is or was traditionally about.
Apparently , ghazal not only has a specific form, but traditionally deals with just one subject: Love. And not any kind of love, but specifically, an illicit and unattainable love hence is always written from the point of view of the unrequited lover. Since we all have grown with Devdas(s) continuum on broken heart saga, shayari suited more on them. As if there were no Meerabai(s)? yeah but all that dwelled bhazan’s. Sigh !
That is one of the theories though .
Able to compose a sher or poetry is an instinctive creative prowess, which is nurtured in a person irrespective of prejudice.
However things haven’t changed much .Name one famous female equivalence of Galib or even a budding writer?Yes , they existed and are still blooming in shadows. The art itself dying in this fast paced hip-hop world is another story altogether though.

Urdu poetry is not all about just rhyming words.
Sher is (Couplet). It consists of two lines (misra); first line is called 'misra-e-oola' and the second is called 'misra-e-sani’.
Ghazal is a collection of shers ( Ashaar).
Nazm is an Urdu poetic form that is normally written in rhymed verse.
More gyaan explained by Jagit singh here.

PS1: After a long time , have composed Ashaar .
PS2: Btw, we have moved up in life. Got 2 cots coz of rt g .It feels good to sit on elevated surfaces.
PS2:Hmmmmm, The end.

Wedding Blues Continued....

The wedding is over .
The bridal blues have faded away.

But the bride's friends are suffering with after effects.
Yes , the aunties did popped up the million dollar question exactly in "good news" format.
Yes , he did hit on me , what did i do ? enjoyed .One should enjoy with no strings attached.Harmless n healthy.

The inquisitiveness is contagious and swiftly spreading like Swine Flu.From Aunties it has moved on to the colleagues n friends , with all hazardous symptoms. As most of the ex-eligible-bachelors have either moved out or got engaged and existing couples have become boring , the focus has suddenly shifted on poor me.There's still a dozen of eligible crowd much older to me wandering , but for random reasons poor author has become the targeted victim.

Some say , either date or get committed or get married , but please don't hang around with that single-not-available board.
One has lost some real good friends and produced some Dev.Ds in the process of wanted to be in or being in want of relations either ways respectively.

Junta around seem to be bored and wants some masaledar gossip .I really wonder why everybody gets excited ?
Staying online late in the night, genuine giggling on phone , smiling when chatting , innocent status messages on FB , even humming around raises enough eyebrows and teasy questions .Probably everybody has gone through this phase before they have crossed to the other side or graduated to learn to handle it .Shall i just keep quite and wait rumors to die down ? or divise answers to instanly shut them up?

Possible instant closing down methodology or replies .

-Yes,going around with my friend's husband .
-Err i am dating my X again actually.
-Oh ya (blush) marriage is on the cards(blush again).
-hmmm ya , arrange marriage.
-Don't react and act as bored to death.
-Blush , keep blushing till they beg you to stop doing that .
- Become a nun.
-Tell them you are gay.

Boltee Band

PS1: Convinced , ya mein aur lekoon?
PS2: One does believe in companionship .But whenever it happens , it will be anounced.
PS3:Till then , have mercy !
PS4: And chill.

Aaj phir dilane ek tamannaa kii

Aaj phir dil ko hamane samajhaayaa.

Suggestion : Just listen to audio.


Yet another for the Ghazal factory. From the movie Saath Saath.

Driving school and CFCs

Take 1
%Dial-up connection sucks at times%
%The repeated attempt of uploading an interesting video featuring TeaOfKap learning to drive a car, went in vain %

Take 2
I don’t know how helpful this initiative is .Was downloading WordWeb and on installation a question popped-up on how frequently one fly’s and if it’s more than two times an year voilla! You cannot use the application. You need to buy the software.

A drop in ocean , but as they "Boond boond se saagar bharta hai ".

PS0: Hope actors in the video have no objection, for it being posted here. Author was careful enough to shoot without revealing the much of identity. (This was written with an assumption that the clip was uploaded and I want to stay with the assumption.

PS1: First time the actual PS content went in a PS hehe.

PS2: Shivers! There was this sudden boom sound just now. We jumped out in balcony suspecting bomb blast .They have made bomb bam usual than transformer bangs.

PS3: Yes, FB is becoming more n more addictive. This constant urge of reading, writing and replying statuses is crazy. One reason of not extending the friends list is this.

PS4: And author is not doing justice to her blog .But who doesn’t love to see instant response- “comments “come up more proactively there .No wonder the PS statements tend to get tempted towards status message text box.

Appendix
% = video upload failed

Euphony

Not sure if this is ghazal ....equally soothing though.
Aan Milo Sajna.
PS0 :Of course it’s not a Ghazal duh!
PS1:Sounds from Hindustani classical and best suited for kathak.

Langar

Raw materials.

The Semi-Chef

(Final product photo missing due to obvious reasons)

Take one
Played badminton till 10:30 in the night ,had dinner at MiniY’s place .Night out was mostly consumed by least count followed by Dumbsy with movies like R****** ki J****** enacted by TeaofKap and SK’s (Hindi-challenged) interpretation of desi philums using dustbin as his favorite prop .
And then yours truly throws a lavish invite ..guys lunch at ma place tomorrow.
Sas3 and Manchi were visiting Galore ,so invited the Panchtantra gang (you know those five… they come in package ).In totality ,number of ppl to cook for – 13 +2 =15!!!!
Night mares starts , author though now a “ok types” regular cook , has no prior experience of cooking for more than 4 people at a time .
Nightmare ends , with MiniY and Preety lady offering the much needed potpourri bid.

From MiniY’s Kitchen – Sambhar , Aloo fry with assistance from Preety lady , D , SK, and TeaOfKap -the one who owns a Logon ,a 2 bhk flat ,goes for swimming n gym daily .(Punch ! Punch!)

From author’s Kitchen – Lobia , Gobhi fry , Raita with help from rt g, rt g‘s friends Sravs n Mads.

@Author’s Kitchen
The cutting starts at 11:45 am , cooking commences only when Bebo brings Mirchi at around 12:15 .The author who fully owns responsibility n credit for Lobia ,kept optimizing the ingredients .
Cooking ends at 1:30 , phew ! it takes a lot to prepare a dish for 15 people .Loads of cutting , stirring and washing .

Then comes curd ki baad , unknowingly everybody bought curd .Guest , host(S) almost everybody. we collected 10 cans.
Later on it was disposed as return gifts to people who are proud owners of refrigerating units.

The feast was awesome, especially MiniY’s Sambhar .And author’s(with hideous track record on kitchen front in past) Lobia was also a thumbs up ,errr am I assuming or was it really ?
In short it was a fun Friday afternoon lunch . Thanks to all for making the Langar sucessfull.

Mom will be happy .Seems even Bro gave a nice feedback about my able-to-cook edible- food-with-interest skill .

Take two
Nandi hills 60 km drive from Bangalore happened the next day. It was hot and strenuous ,only the modest trek till the hill top made the day. Let photos in next post do rest of the writing .

PS1: No point of being made of honor , when miles away . I am missing all the fun .
PS2: Strangely I have never covered a fully fledged i.e a to z north Indian wedding. I have mostly slept through them .
PS3: This time I won’t .

Money Matters

Seeded from a visit at -“The last 10 transactions on my online account “.Only debits.

Straight from the heart , the author presents -"Recession ki Maar ".

Bade dino se credit ka column khali hai
Janoo mein , na lottery lagee
Na hee ajj pehli takreekh hai.

Bijlee ka lamba bill,
Ghar ka kiraya , deposit ka saya
Uff bada nazuk hai yeh dill
Withdrawal phir bhee ,zoro se jaree hai .

Mobile pe outgoing roz
Gadgets ka kharcha ,
Internet pe 1 GB download
Zaroori , par salary pe meri bhari hai .

Is shahar ki mehangyi ,
Cheezo ke badhatey dam ,
Jodun mein sirf , roti kapda aur makan
Yaaro , Kahey ka aram ,
Jeb meri halkee ,
Aur bank account khali hai .

Janoo mein , na lottery lagee
Na hee ajj pehli takreekh hai….
Na hee appraisal ki baree hai....

After pigeons and pimples , third attempt on witty poetry.

PS: None !, just read the above poem na.

Rabbits @ Casino Royal

Introducing tweeeety @ Bebo’s place

Close up :

The Hare and Tortoise chase

Ok , even I couldn’t tolerate my own squeaky voice .

PS0:Need to buy swimming dress.
PS1: Before that Join Gym to be able to sport one :D
PS2:Play TT, Bady , Beach Volley ball etc…in short, utilize all amenities of our apartment.
PS3: RV Rocks !
PS4: No , to two proposals in last three months ...........
PS5: .........It was tough , it is always tough to hurt others , especially who care for you.

PS6: Back to concrete , yes RV rocks !

Mother of all acquisitions

Java belongs to Oracle now

Aaj phir se arzz kiya hai

It has been long, since I wrote a nazm and this thought itself germ’s

कुछ अर्ज़ किये हुए काफी दिन होगये
एक लम्बे इंतज़ार में
तन्हाई की भीड़भाड़ में
लगता है मेरे अहसास सो गए

While the post was to contain just below sher .It was made on the fly and dedicated to a friend during one of the farewell feasts.

तेरे जाने पे,
तेरे आने की आस रहेगी
तू दूर रहे या पास
हमेशा ख़ास रहेगी

Waah , Waah !

And.........

PS0: I have been trying my best to stay untouched.
PS1: But Bangalore is treating me badly.
PS2: One after the other , life is unfolding it’s brutal surprises on me. One after the other .
PS3: The ground below is shaky and my own self confidence is trembling.
PS4:I hope I fight , I hope to survive.

Agent 007

The Formula
Apartment – (No. of Flats seen/ open for renting ,Rent , Maintenance , Advance, bhk)

Sriram Samrudhi -(2 , 14K-18 K , 5-6Months ,3)
Rohan Vasantha(RV) –(4 ,15K-18K , 5-6 Months , 3 )
Purva FountainSquare –(2,16K-18K , 6-8 Months, 3)
Purva rivera –(1,18K-21K , 6-8 Months, 3 )
Spring beauty –(1 , 15-18 , 10 Months, 3
Prestige –(1 , 12k-14K , 5 Months , 3)
Gopalan -1
Sterling –N/A
Mukund Vivek -1

In and around Marathahalli and kundalahalli Gate .
In case you are moving to Bangalore .You know whom to contact.

Minute details like -the milk man charges you 25 bucks for service at RV and Mukund - Vivek are apparently brothers and Sriram Samrudhi owner is desperate ,flying to Muscat etc… got persisted in a brain which otherwise forgets important belongings like wallet and cell phone.

Life is tough . Nothings bothers me more than not having a roof over my head . Well, it’s side effect of being daughter of a central Govt. employee. There, at least shelter is assured till “Papa turns 60”.
And the author is also having second thoughts of marrying one such . The Australian Zookeeper can wait and so can Brad Pitt. :P

However the hunt was adventurous and so much R&D went into it that , one was tagged as local broker for internal Junta.

Introducing Nawab
There can be no replacement to Comet. But I have a new friend @RV– Nawab (what a royal name na?) . It’s a Labrador. And we are finalizing our flat up there.
The author will be often seen babysitting Sumu and dogsitting Nawab.

PS0:Just waiting for my roaming bill, I know it will be a bigger than the toilet paper roll.
PS1: Busy like hell and yet there is no work to keep the wandering mind at peace.
PS2:Learning Sa-Re-Ga-Ma……….. on Guitar.
PS3: Well the whole post could have been written in PS statements na?

From BLR04, D5.105

Give me a house, I will make it home
Give me a roof , I will make it shelter
Give me a land , I will make it my zone
To respire a felicitous sigh
I am on my optimistic high.

World is beautiful , just see it through my eyes
Even if you hate it , there is always a choice
But never say die, give it a try.

Give me the pain , I will make it cry
Give me a fate, I will make it shine
Give me a sign, everything else shall be fine
To respire a felicitous sigh
I am on my optimistic high.

Give me a face , I will make it smile
Give me a voice ,I will make it sing
Give me a foot , I will make it dance
Cause I know there is always a chance
To respire a felicitous sigh
I am on my optimistic high.


PS0: House hunting can also seed poetry :D
PS1: I swear by those A/c Volvo buses in Bangalore, courtesy one has explored White field to Indira Nagar stretch within 2 “working” days .
PS2: And I once again swear by those red Volvo a/c buses (wink , wink again).Details to be published in next post.
PS3:The hotel lobby at night echoes only “bhk-bhk” .

Law Of Conservation Of Flab

Fat can neither be created nor be destroyed . It can only traverse from one body to another.
The total fat in the universe is constant , and so is on earth.
If a body is losing n KGs somewhere. Another body is putting on n KGs .

While the system is taking backup .The mind is wandering and deducing above stated facts :D.

PS0: My last post from Hyd.
PS1: One will discover greater truths about life when left all alone without- laptop, internet , T.V, bed , curtain, pillow, Roomy, work .......
PS2: Moving guys have taken everything, except the author . They said they didn’t had carton of appropriate size.

I know what I am going to die of

Alzheimer's.

I forgot my birthday reminder’s birthday, Frogee’s Birthday :(
I am bad at remembering dates , but I never forget March23rd , its kind off registered in my brain since I was in 5th class.
Frankly speaking the calendar in my brain was running behind schedule , all day long I thought it was 22nd.

A call from movers n packers and a quick login on orkut , opened up my eyes and I shouted “SHIT” while running performance test cases.
Nope! there is nothing wrong in drawing a blank on your closest pal’s BD , after all we are humans.

But what would you say on this:-
A day before i.e on actual 22nd I shopped with her for her birthday present . She came to bid me farewell and all .
They surprised me with a collection of my old pics ( Historically I was stick thin ), Amol Palekar’s movies, Sex and the city cd , Paulo Coelho’s novel , etc….some emotional hugs .And the very next day , It just went out of my mind ?
I am going to be her Made of honor , She is marrying my best guy friend and all I do is simply forget .

I thought I wasn’t sad at leaving hyd . Actually I don’t have time to feel anything. N things like packing, cartons , banking, parties, buying etc are keeping my mind hazardously occupied to even sit and realize the inner grief . Oh lord! I beg for some time.

Sorry :(, I know Frogee you don’t read my blog . I failed to sell it to you .But I love you and I am going to miss you.

Aaj Jane ki zid na karo , Womanizer

This Ghazal randomly stuck to me. The randomness is so apt J.
Truly in love with it. Have been gun gunaying since I heard it.
Will learn , record and upload .
Couldn’t find the pitch I would have loved to hear it in though .

Aaj Jane ki zid na karo by Farida khanum.
Higher pitch ( If you don’t have patience , listen to this instead.)
Lyrics.

And there is another addiction totally of opposite league.
Have been dancing to its tunes , since I heard it .
Womanizer- I know what you are by Britney spears .

PSo: There is a lot to write , but author may not have access to the basic amenities of the world wide web in coming weeks.
PS1: The farewell saga hopefully should come from a different land altogether .
PS2: One will be gone with the wind.
PS3: Koi to roke zara aur muskurakar kahey, Aaj Jane ki zid na karo.

Of Last Visit to Comet and Other Alvida’s to Plan

Don’t go by his cute innocent looks.

This is how the monster welcomed me.Seems , tic tac toe is his favorite game.

And this is what I did to him.

Ma fish dog.
Swimming in the blues.
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Sometimes love and hate are on the same side of the court .Both are extreme feelings no?

PS0: Season of farewells .
PS1: Some people left me.
PS2: Now it’s my turn to leave them.
PS3: And the author is blank. No prose , verses , rhymes are clicking .But one has to pen down so many goodbyes.
PS4: As, the countdown begins ………………………………

The Fountain Of Youth And A Quote

Prerequisites -The Curious Case of Benjamin Button.

For him.......

I was born old
I will die younger
All the while along , inside I grew old.

For us...........

I was born young
I will die older
All the while along ,inside I will try to stay young.

Ageing is a parallel process of both mind and body ,they usually head the same direction.
but for some , it can traverse opposite.
As they say “I cannot control what goes outside , but surely can control what goes inside.”

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A Quote

See the photo on top right of this page.
Scroll this page a little down ,read the cheeky quote on right.
They are dynamic content and by the time you see, it may change ,it may change to something weird as well, but it doesn’t matter .
This dynamicity kind of inspires me to visit my own blog every day , I may not have comments coming up for every post , but I have something to look forward to in here , newfangled stuff.
And so this is my first attempt on writing Quotes , photography can wait. Poetry , Shayaree shall continue.

You don’t correct mistakes in past .
You learn to correct them in present and not to commit them again in future.
-Clueless

PS:If you have heard something similar then ,as they say " some people think alike", I say "some people write alike". :)

The Boomerang Theory

And when you truly hope against hope
When your instincts call out loud
The fate turns around

The author ,after 2 long sleepless nights ,has received back her beloved -one and only -Baggit ,quite miraculously.
The money is gone, but those plastic cards , two adjudging ma identity are safe.
And for the pan , I literally sang.

PS: Nope It wasn’t in the black holes
PS1:It just came back like a woody boomerang on a fine Saturday morning.
PS2: TOUCHWOOD.
PS3:Lesson learnt !

Confessions Of A Lose'O'Holic

I am on a losing spree .I have been losing a lot. I am going to lose a lot more emotionally by this month end.
But what I lost today ?(in materialistic terms) as in yesterday , coz it’s past 12 now. As in on 6th March.

Well, yes the much awaited , the one which was destined to go during Tirupathi trip itself.
My wallet ! and all I am doing is blogging .

I am sad .I am sooooooooooooooooooooooo soooooooooooooooo sooooooooooo sad .I am almost sobbing here.
Not because I lost money, Not because this time apart from two debit cards there was a credit card , not because it’s my favorite purse
Not because there was id card , also PAN(ok , I am literally crying here, tears are rolling down ma cheek ) .
Not because I know retrieval of those essentials is going to be full of hassles and thyself doesn’t have time.

Because I feel vulnerable. I am still hoping against hope to find it in the black holes of ma cupboard .
I am a “careful careless “. I don’t lose things often.

The story how it happened is below and while typing I hope to figure out how I lost it :

March 5th after leaving office,author had here ritual visits to tailor , sabzee wala, and dairy shop at Mayur Marg.
As usual my hands were over occupied when returning from Dairy shop to ma building, with two grocery bags , with a back pack , Badam milk and phone (being new and worth investment of 15 K I am extra careful about this).

Next day I went office , Abhi-K asked for some cash , out of generosity when one digs down in the bag , there is no wallet .
Nope! the realization doesn’t happen then.
Peacefully I assume and announce I must have forgotten it at home. And RG ma boss laughs in amusement.
The day goes well. I go out with friends , telling everybody that I have forgotten ma wallet, so sponsor me.

After coming back in the evening me and ma roomy turn the whole house upside down and search .Go back to office and search .
Stare in the eyes of Dairy shop walla with suspicion and enquire .But no vain.

The time has come to block the cards says Roomy making me realize that I have actually lost it. I haplessly call the customer care services , who for me at that moment were the Gods.
Apart from helping they provided the much needed condolences .

Now roll back the time “March 5th after leaving office, author had here ritual visits to tailor , sabzee wala, and dairy shop at Mayur Marg”…
Last payment was made at dairy shop. Possibility of leaving it in office or anywhere else before that was ruled out.
After reaching home I don’t remember seeing it or fiddling with anytime.

So the grey area was Dairy to my home. Two Minutes walk.
Yes , I did found my back pack’s zipper open but I remember to have checked all vitals , not sure though.
So somebody stole it while I was making my purchasing or it must have fallen.

But then why weren’t there any transactions ?
I gave one whole day to them.

Whatever .I am mad like hell with myself and venting it out.
Sobs, Sobs only sobs.

Note on a Note

This was to be given for valet parking at Coccos -Banjara Hills (awesome place for chicken kebabs and Mexican food).
This was to be given to an auto walla who dropped us @ Mayur Marg.
But this was given to me.

By our very own Muneem Ji.

" नोट नोट पे लिखा होता है उसकी पोककेट वाले का नाम "

And all I could decode was this

1st line- में

2nd line- को रुपया

3rd line-

4th line - होता है

10 points for each word .Try figuring out.

PS: Next post on , why I hate(read dislike) dogs .
PS1:Yes , you heard it right , dogs in particular –Comet.
PS2: Now don’t get carried away ,stay focused .Personal access to that 10 rupee note will be given on demand .It’s in safe possession of the author.

In search of roots

Alongside the Ghats:

A beggar and a tourist in playfull mood

And those on Facebook can react once more.
Round trip : Delhi>Banaras>Sarnath>Delhi.
Dilli ki sarrdi was not on its peaks and compared to last year’s valentine, this Feb was warmer. But for a (1/2th Hyderabadi+1/4th Banarasi+1/8 Delhite+……. ) It was good enough to hibernate. Home visit surprisingly involved hometown visit. And this time I insisted ,I wanna go as a tourist , stay in a hotel and see the Ghats.The time otherwise spent visiting some relatives was rather saved for tourism .
Suggestion: everybody should visit their native as a tourist. One will end up with less complains and the usual around will be perceived as marvel. It’s all perspective you know. In future thyself shall visit Hyderabad on similar grounds.
Varanasi , cherished by many , in the early years failed to impress me in terms of infrastructure and facilities. My bad, was trying to find the ease of metropolis in the oldest city of Nirvana. Seldom I knew then, only mother nature in its crudest form, away from citified concrete jungles will solve the ultimate veraciousness. This time years later , it was soothing, so calm , so pure, so relaxed. The rickshaws causing traffic (read Human) jams in Vishwanath Galli(the most congested galli on earth) were far better than the toxic ones of cities. You will find innumerable hippy looking foreigners, wandering rakishly in and around Ganges , fiddling music instruments and such .So did I , treasured some moments of peace on Tulsi Ghat .But was sad to see the diminishing levels of water , which otherwise was volcanoes.
Sarnath pushta bhumi of Pa was much more of historical interest , The Stupas , Museum , Ahsoka pillars , Buddhism, Jainism and such.
With us telling every auto walla “Bhaiya hum yanhee se hain , itna charge kissliye”?

Listen to "O Saya" to feel Rahmania when on a long drive. That man surely knows how to get music out of life and Vice versa to resonance .

Delhi was mostly long effortless jet drives on well connected expressways .
Of course there was Lajjpath nagar , Connaught place ,Janpath holy Darshan for the most holiest act - shopping .Ironically the author was not on a buying spree.

Sarnath :

Ashoka Pillar-remains of the shaft

Dhamekh StupaBuilt in the 5th-6th century a.d., the Dhamekh Stupais the tallest of them. The fine quality of brickwork is more than evident in this stupa which has a high cylindrical dome.


Deer Park -Sarnath :

Blackbuck

?

Sarus Crane

Pigeon Pigeon everywhere

Pigeon Pigeon everywhere
In the kitchen , on the roof , in the air

I don’t stay alone
Nor do I have a single roomy
A birdie couple stayed along , honeymooning.
Their family often flutters around ,crooning

I tried hard to shoo
Holy cow ! , they just can’t figure the way out
All they do is poop.

Pigeon Pigeon everywhere
In the kitchen , on the roof , in the air

I literally talk to them , naah me not a kin ,
To demo the way to use their own wings,
To fly back through the same window they came in

Oh Christ! , dumb they are.

Creating all the mess,
They nest there for frees
I ask “why my home”
They cooed “where are the trees”
They cooed “where are the trees”?

Corollary: Traffic Jams are [directly proportional to the] population of pigeons in cities [inversely proportional to the] Tree density.

There are around one million of them in New York, and Venice has the highest pigeon density with an estimated three birds per human inhabitant. In most big European towns, there is around one pigeon for every 20 citizens.

The terrorized flock of Mumbai .

PS0: Another point to put forward ,when debating age old topic from School -GDs and Essays “Urban development bane or boon to the society “.

PS1: And slums being their by-product.Btw, Slumdog Millionaire is a must watch.

Wahan Se Kiya Hai Telefoon

Time has come to choose , to make decisions . Time has come to move on.
Finally! After months of dragging , author has zeroed –in for four options and has already developed a soft corner for the first .

As they say, “Better late than never”and as they also say, “Looks can be deceptive“.(I don’t know who *they* are but if you do, do drop a comment. I’ve got a bone to pick with them).

1. Sony Ericson W595i .
It’s sexy be it feature , performance, looks. That’s what the reviews rave about.

2. Nokia E51
Is a safe buy .(Ok, if readers wondering why the hell do I need a business phone……….why not haan? why not ?..after all one already has some business ideas lurking around -A tiffin center ….likewise a community washing machine....likewise a matrimonial site using QR engine to filter (remember this even won me an award @ YTOP) . :D
Coming to point. This is the only Nokia phone which is sleek and has all basic features within my budget .

3. Nokia Navigator.
I will rather prefer to ask auto wala, bandi wala , watch man or Hawaldar or just any passerby for the routes than wait to figure out the complex menu options to see an even more complex map to know where on earth am I and which route leads me to destination.
But again it’s a safe buy in terms of Battery life. Please note that the camera sucks! Not that I am expecting a cool quality , but at least it should outshine my previous buy .
It's slightly sleek.
At times those maps are useful ,but one needs to pay for them and they are just for cities .India mein nahee chalta ! gully-nukkad-konaas gyan comes with experience.
For this am surely expecting outrage from Com.
4. Nokia 5660

Initially I planned to buy a sasta handset , coz all I majorly do is talk!(By talk I do NOT mean … Reliance to Reliance free “couple” talk , I mean the genuine required quantity).
But then the desired basic features listed below hyperbolized the requirement and eventually the budget.

1. Camera 2 MP , so that I can capture sudden, funny , admirable, rare moments(what if I witness spaceship with aliens .The probability of having a phone than a digi at that cosmic moment is higher :D )
2. Mp3 player , so that I can dance or get consumed in a song without disturbing my roomy. (The Mp3 player I had earlier is dead , errrr the dancing tremors might itself wake up the neighbors na , silly! )
3. Bluetooth ,so that I can immediately transfer that alien pic taken above to someone with wi-fi enabled service.
4. Games , so that .. fustian
5.FM ,speaker, so that ..blah
Etc ...

But what about my phobia?
I have this strange fear with all battery operated devices , that the charge will go down as soon I need them the most. Thanks to my current phone for worsening it.
MP3 players , cameras running out of charge is still passable, but what about mobiles?..what if I am lost somewhere and I need to call urgently...what if I consumed all its power in listening music and clicking and when finally I need to make/receive a call , it bulbs.
OverAndOutRed!Red! phobia(just now named it) makes me realize that this all- in-one thingy is not such a great deal, unless backed with a powerful battery .
May be each gadget should be bought and used separately so that events can surpass mutual-exclusiveness in extreme situations.

PS0: Drop in suggestions

Khuch Khaas Hai

I bet you can’t resist seeing it more than once .
Especially first one.








So what am I getting?Of course I won.
Oh! come on , hints are above.
Dimag ki bati jalee?
Arreh, all I want is a Cadbury. Show some generosity! at least for the sake of those forgotten commercials.

Concerts and such
Live music is like dessert to the ears .The gadgets just cannot create that magic.
We audienced Pandit Ravi Shankar and Anoushka Shankar’s sitar Jugalbandi concert.
The event witnessing who ‘s who of Hyderabad page 3 circuit , hosted at HICC Novotel and to our surprise was for free! .
May be the publicity was a clandestine affair :D.
A display somewhere said No to photography and Video(we read –silent video) and indulged in some minor audio recording .(To be published soon).
Never break rules !
And people who make them –Never assume !
Followed by Russian ballet –Jan 14(Over , gave a miss) and Rajat Kapoor ‘s play -Hamlet (Jan 24 ,check) .All for free!

Aptdc guys are attempting some serious and productive ways of promoting such events to gather dandier response from Hyd crowd , to catch up with Delhi-Mumbai-Bangalore metropolis culture.

So before such artistic events give rise to economic dependencies and require networking skills for paid passes , keep a watch on the hoardings for the ads .Silly ! not when you are driving or crossing .Silly , Silly ! you can always Google .

An open book bet one can’t read

Years of illusion
a world of my own, I built in delusion

Where there is an ease
Self sufficient nuff ,a convincing bluff

Where there is hope
Reality is fake n facts are vague

Years of illusion
a world of my own, I built in delusion

Like a cocoon woven around
Cushioning against the blows
Deafening the noisy sound

Like a baby in mother’s womb
Shielded for growth
Away from noxious, blooming so pure

In pursuit of innocent Joy ................
Years of illusion
a world of my own, I built in delusion


P.S0: So sorry I feel , forgotten my blogs first birthday .Was so much engulfed in one’s own mile stone in Jan.
P.S1: “Random Thoughts” successfully completed an year on 6th Nov 08 , hmmm it’s a Scorpio :D
P.S2: Jokes apart , it feels good to be able to devote oneself and survive here for such short-long . I hope the ebullience stays to write in continuum.
P.S3: And thanks to most of the readers for their encouragement , criticism, comments/compliments .
P.S4 : Ok , now do not forget about the author’s poem above…hmmm , wow! I can kind of dedicate it to RT..........though it wasn’t composed in this context.

Ghazal from roomy and Marley

Oops! this is still popping up in your RSS?
voila the link works .
I remember .Tried 5 new strings but all are already taken , sob , sob :(.
Will be on the old address till a new/original URL is finalized .

Well nothing much though , have found another Ghazal - Ranjish hi sahi by Ahmed Faraz…………which on listening , bet one can’t stop appreciating (only if one has similar taste). Earlier, heard it in Anuradha Paudwal’s voice . Seems it was sung by many others , of which RunaLaila’s is a master piece .

Listen
Download

Wish you all a very Happy New Year .

PS0: Tried singing it.
PS1: Failed miserably . The ups and downs came out blunt n straight , just cannot get those waves .Was able to get the depth in the voice though .
PS2: Man! the lyrics are totally senti and touchy , not all decodable .Few Urdu words even thyself dint understood.

Btw, Wanna see how crazy Comet has been ? - Marley and Me
Good , didn’t read the novel , will see the movie now :D