Dekhti hoon apni khidki se bahar,
Toh jahan, dooba dooba sa nazar aata hai…
Kuch insaan aur kuch anjaan…
Yahan sab nazar aata hai….
Un boondo ki tez raftaar se jab,
Mera aangan bheeg jata hai,
Kya kahu , ae naseeb tumse,
Mulakaton ka silsila qareeb aata hai…
Kuch yunhi machalti hui si wo saans,
Ajab se khel khelti wo aas….
Teri baahon ke hijaab mei chup jaana hai,
Sach, aaj mukaamal ho jana hai….
Us khuda ki nemat hai jo tum mile ho,
Kehdo toh hum bhi chale aayei,
Multavii kar dei is mahashar ko,
Aur, saaye mei tere yeh raat guzaar jayein…
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Saturday, November 14, 2009
On being a daughter approaching the marriageable age….
For some odd reason or another, relationships & human emotions always perplex me & yet at the same time, they overwhelm, excite and fascinate me, especially on the feminine side of the coin. I am 23 now & as per the Indian family calendar, am approaching the marriage podium soon… (All according to my parents and next of kin by the way)
My haven nowadays is abuzz with talks & whispers of how to get our eldest daughter and that’s me, betrothed. Gossips are in full throttle these days and nights with my parents crouching on the sofa sets and discussing things like, how to find suitable matches for their pyari daughter, finding all long lost relatives and checking if they have any good ladka in mindd…, “Kis relative ko kitne gifts dene hain “, “Beti kya pehnegi shaadi par”, etc etc & etc. I mean, come on. I’m still in my salad days & here all the tables are set and my mom is already day-dreaming about her future damaaad ji and how she would try( hardly) to be a purrfect saas to my hubby-to-be. Not that I’m complaining….but hum toh abhi bacche hain…
Just yesterday, I, my bro and my mum were getting back from our daily dose of outings, when my dear, tall brother opened his not-so-good mouth of words,
“Why don’t you give more attention in learning how to cook for the soul rather than blasting your ears with music from your dim-witted black mobile”.
My standard answer to his not-so-heeded advice being,
“Jab time aayega toh seekh jayungi”…
Kaboommm…that dialogue I uttered and my dear, coherent mother popped in and articulated,
“Haan haan, jab time aayega…tab saas kahegi, ma-baap ne kuch sikhaya nahi, bas bhejjj diyaaaa”…
Oh!! For the tantrums of the sasuraal have now etched out such a picture of it in my mind that my saas-ka-ghar looks to me like I am trapped inside a typical senile asylum…
My college mates too... have absolutely no other topic of interest other than mouthing just this one sentence to one another:
“Oh, did you know that cunning girl of our class got married. She indeed has a chikna husband. By the way, when are you catching up with the marriage fever”, She asked me…
When I told her I would tie the knot in another 2 or 3 years time or when lord wills…this is what she gaspingly tells me…
“Oh shoottt! How can you wait so long for your suhaag-raat??”
Little does the 5”4’ friend of mine know that she is indeed like a stupid child who doesn’t understand the fact that the suhaag-raat is the only raat of pleasure, rest all is like sitting on another man’s treasure….
The height of being married comes from the incident that my ex-class mate was so happy about his RECENT (take note: recent it was) marriage that his MSN display name is as follows: “hey ppl, me got married”…
Oh for Pete’s sake…how come you are alive then…
Even my college sports professor, who is an Iraqi national, recently talked me into the topic of marriage, all of a sudden...
“Wadh habben honey, you not getting married or you find nobody”
To which, I blushingly replied,
“No sir, im still single”
“Oh honey, your fadher is hiding you from all the boys haan”.
How I wish I could imitate that distorted English-language accent…
I’m so engulfed in this circle of marriage that I feel like humming a song, I wrote…
Everywhere I look,
Everywhere I glance,
There are boys all waiting for me,
To embrace a chance...
Marriage isn’t a cake,
Or no strawberry shake,
But still it keeps me pink,
At nights when I wanna take my forty winks...
Alas...Im just 22...
Trying to gain momentum as a lovely lady doo,
But my parents r going blue,
Trying to fix me up with a guy from the far-away igloo…
Help me oh unmarried souls,
For I am just another one of the small foals …
And now I don’t know what to write more,
So, im ending this nerve-wrecking song with an eye-sore….
P.S. – The worst part is that just next month i will be going for a reception party (again connected to marriage)….Hey Bhagwan….
My haven nowadays is abuzz with talks & whispers of how to get our eldest daughter and that’s me, betrothed. Gossips are in full throttle these days and nights with my parents crouching on the sofa sets and discussing things like, how to find suitable matches for their pyari daughter, finding all long lost relatives and checking if they have any good ladka in mindd…, “Kis relative ko kitne gifts dene hain “, “Beti kya pehnegi shaadi par”, etc etc & etc. I mean, come on. I’m still in my salad days & here all the tables are set and my mom is already day-dreaming about her future damaaad ji and how she would try( hardly) to be a purrfect saas to my hubby-to-be. Not that I’m complaining….but hum toh abhi bacche hain…
Just yesterday, I, my bro and my mum were getting back from our daily dose of outings, when my dear, tall brother opened his not-so-good mouth of words,
“Why don’t you give more attention in learning how to cook for the soul rather than blasting your ears with music from your dim-witted black mobile”.
My standard answer to his not-so-heeded advice being,
“Jab time aayega toh seekh jayungi”…
Kaboommm…that dialogue I uttered and my dear, coherent mother popped in and articulated,
“Haan haan, jab time aayega…tab saas kahegi, ma-baap ne kuch sikhaya nahi, bas bhejjj diyaaaa”…
Oh!! For the tantrums of the sasuraal have now etched out such a picture of it in my mind that my saas-ka-ghar looks to me like I am trapped inside a typical senile asylum…
My college mates too... have absolutely no other topic of interest other than mouthing just this one sentence to one another:
“Oh, did you know that cunning girl of our class got married. She indeed has a chikna husband. By the way, when are you catching up with the marriage fever”, She asked me…
When I told her I would tie the knot in another 2 or 3 years time or when lord wills…this is what she gaspingly tells me…
“Oh shoottt! How can you wait so long for your suhaag-raat??”
Little does the 5”4’ friend of mine know that she is indeed like a stupid child who doesn’t understand the fact that the suhaag-raat is the only raat of pleasure, rest all is like sitting on another man’s treasure….
The height of being married comes from the incident that my ex-class mate was so happy about his RECENT (take note: recent it was) marriage that his MSN display name is as follows: “hey ppl, me got married”…
Oh for Pete’s sake…how come you are alive then…
Even my college sports professor, who is an Iraqi national, recently talked me into the topic of marriage, all of a sudden...
“Wadh habben honey, you not getting married or you find nobody”
To which, I blushingly replied,
“No sir, im still single”
“Oh honey, your fadher is hiding you from all the boys haan”.
How I wish I could imitate that distorted English-language accent…
I’m so engulfed in this circle of marriage that I feel like humming a song, I wrote…
Everywhere I look,
Everywhere I glance,
There are boys all waiting for me,
To embrace a chance...
Marriage isn’t a cake,
Or no strawberry shake,
But still it keeps me pink,
At nights when I wanna take my forty winks...
Alas...Im just 22...
Trying to gain momentum as a lovely lady doo,
But my parents r going blue,
Trying to fix me up with a guy from the far-away igloo…
Help me oh unmarried souls,
For I am just another one of the small foals …
And now I don’t know what to write more,
So, im ending this nerve-wrecking song with an eye-sore….
P.S. – The worst part is that just next month i will be going for a reception party (again connected to marriage)….Hey Bhagwan….
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
What's your raashee????
I am a Sagittarius and a true one at that…
Just some days ago, I was having this usual camaraderie with a friend of mine on star signs and their impact on a person and as some humans, who are short-lived on knowledge comment, so did he.
He – Humbug! I don’t believe in all this horoscope thingy, just makes you more dependent on this shit.”
Well, for starters, I told him, horoscopes and star signs maybe related but are not same at all. A star sign is something that gives you a brief characteristic of people born under that sign, which is ascertained by finding out your birth time and place. Highly Scientific! A Horoscope on the other hand, just figures out our daily /monthly or yearly happening. It’s never associated with what a person you are or what entails your personality.
Still…He didn’t budge!!
He – “ No ways, I still don’t read all that. Each person has similar qualities in them, so what’s the use of knowing how your star sign affects you as a person.”
Ummmm…. Quite a self-delving thought process he has!
I agree each person has similar qualities in them, but then again, how these are utilized are completely based on your mannerisms, your behavioral traits and your reaction time to actions, so you see…even though you and me might have the trait of being BLUNTT… we might use it in different situations and varied ways.
I have a flock of friends and peers who very simply, don’t know the difference between a Horoscope and a Star Sign. Here’s what my very close friend had to say when asked:
ME – What’s your take on star signs?
Cmith: I’m a believer cause what ever people write, happens (He meant Horoscopes)
ME: not horoscopes haan, Star signs.
Cmith: okay, what are they?
So, it’s all bare and fair now. I am a staunch believer in Star Signs and thoroughly believe that although the world has over how-many-billion people around, their traits would somehow coincide or match, if born under the same star sign, unless, they are a cusp and hang between two signs.
The possibility of finding out more about the human race through this aspect is so lofty and vast, that it would open up new avenues in human science development and would help those long haired scientists to ascertain why certain people behave in a prescribed manner and I have sincerely learned through my power of observations that yes, people of similar star signs do have patterns that make them have similar leisure pursuits and gestures or probably a particular style of carrying their body language.
Like in a LEO, for example, you’d always notice them to be very confident, the way they stride is always very grand, they have this air in them, which they think is very COOL!! BUT NO, IT ISNT and trust me, all LEOS have it in them..
Sagittarians the flirts…
Scorpio – The mysterious…
Librans – Balanced…
Gemini – Two- Faceted…Blah and Blah…
Linda Goodman, the well-known author of the book, “Linda Goodman’s Sun Signs” has indeed written some wonderful and insightful pieces on each star sign, signaling as if, its written for one particular person. Makes you feel personal, hunted…
For me, Star Signs and their tentative powers are just a way, a shift towards knowing something that is alien terrain to me- HUMANS! The day I see every person of this world as they actually are, I would be content.
Just some days ago, I was having this usual camaraderie with a friend of mine on star signs and their impact on a person and as some humans, who are short-lived on knowledge comment, so did he.
He – Humbug! I don’t believe in all this horoscope thingy, just makes you more dependent on this shit.”
Well, for starters, I told him, horoscopes and star signs maybe related but are not same at all. A star sign is something that gives you a brief characteristic of people born under that sign, which is ascertained by finding out your birth time and place. Highly Scientific! A Horoscope on the other hand, just figures out our daily /monthly or yearly happening. It’s never associated with what a person you are or what entails your personality.
Still…He didn’t budge!!
He – “ No ways, I still don’t read all that. Each person has similar qualities in them, so what’s the use of knowing how your star sign affects you as a person.”
Ummmm…. Quite a self-delving thought process he has!
I agree each person has similar qualities in them, but then again, how these are utilized are completely based on your mannerisms, your behavioral traits and your reaction time to actions, so you see…even though you and me might have the trait of being BLUNTT… we might use it in different situations and varied ways.
I have a flock of friends and peers who very simply, don’t know the difference between a Horoscope and a Star Sign. Here’s what my very close friend had to say when asked:
ME – What’s your take on star signs?
Cmith: I’m a believer cause what ever people write, happens (He meant Horoscopes)
ME: not horoscopes haan, Star signs.
Cmith: okay, what are they?
So, it’s all bare and fair now. I am a staunch believer in Star Signs and thoroughly believe that although the world has over how-many-billion people around, their traits would somehow coincide or match, if born under the same star sign, unless, they are a cusp and hang between two signs.
The possibility of finding out more about the human race through this aspect is so lofty and vast, that it would open up new avenues in human science development and would help those long haired scientists to ascertain why certain people behave in a prescribed manner and I have sincerely learned through my power of observations that yes, people of similar star signs do have patterns that make them have similar leisure pursuits and gestures or probably a particular style of carrying their body language.
Like in a LEO, for example, you’d always notice them to be very confident, the way they stride is always very grand, they have this air in them, which they think is very COOL!! BUT NO, IT ISNT and trust me, all LEOS have it in them..
Sagittarians the flirts…
Scorpio – The mysterious…
Librans – Balanced…
Gemini – Two- Faceted…Blah and Blah…
Linda Goodman, the well-known author of the book, “Linda Goodman’s Sun Signs” has indeed written some wonderful and insightful pieces on each star sign, signaling as if, its written for one particular person. Makes you feel personal, hunted…
For me, Star Signs and their tentative powers are just a way, a shift towards knowing something that is alien terrain to me- HUMANS! The day I see every person of this world as they actually are, I would be content.
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Pyar koi tujhse karke toh dekhe,
Bechaini ka ilm ho jayega use…
Teri Muskurahat ka ek ek mausam,
Humse Puche koi,
Teri aankhon ka wo noor,
Humpe dekhe koi….
Tujhe pane ki chah ,
Tera junoon bepanah,
Tere Zano pe dum choote,
Teri baaton mei bachpan k boote…..
Dooriyan door zyada nahi hai,
Paas aana bhi ab mushkil nahi hai,
Tu dil mei hai, Tu jahaan mei hai,
Tu zinda rahe, Tu saanso mei hai….
Saturday, September 26, 2009
The Dance of Love
Love has its own novel ways of expressing itself. Be it through the historic flowers, the passionate and dewy chocolates, cutie teddies or the ever-sparkling jewelleries, love has always managed to confess itself through these congenial forms. But. But… since it’s a dance fanatic who’s writing this, I would, in utmost respect, wouldn’t forget a form of love, that is so uniquely heavenly, so uniting and hey, it actually gives a whole new meaning to that often misunderstood 4-letter word…
Dance….
The art of physically proposing the mind’s feelings, I would call it. The words that don’t flow from the lips here, but from the rhythm of the body. The impeccable movements which not only bring together two lovers, but also…two souls, to display, describe and to caress the matters of the unseen bond of love…
Dance has its varied forms like hip-hop, the body twisting freestyle, the hip-swinging Lambarda or the chivalrous Ballroom dance, but the dance that speaks the language of love right from the first move...lies away from them all…
Dancing its way to glory…here comes...THE DANCE OF PASSION & SEDUCTION –
RUMBA…
Brought to the nation of Cuba through the African slaves imported from Spain, the Rumba is a romantic and flirtatious dance, in which the Ladiezzzz have an upper hand. The music flows by following the “Slow-Quick-Quick” rhythm and therefore engulfs the more itemized hip movements (from Cuba) with a fluid arm styling.
Unlike other western dances, this sensual Latin Dance is usually a spot dance, in which the dancers do not move around the floor or the room.
According to folklore, the Dance revolves around the man trying to woo the Lady and the Lady trying to resist his stylized moves…Hmmm!! Quite a profound and profusely well-made dance….
The Cuban’s original Rumba folk dance is a spectacular “Pas-de-deux”, utilizing the art of sexuality in its fold and is danced extremely fast using the hips.
The Dance of Rumba today, cannot be named as the native dance as the Ballrooms of the world, actually move to the rhythm of the “SON” (slower) or “DANZON” (even slower), which are a much slower and polite version of the frantic, roller coaster like Rumba.
So, Ladies…Pull up your romantic indexes, keep your bow and arrows ready and put on your dancing shoes to titillate your partners in this “DANCE OF LOVE”!!
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Stoned words
Lost Life
No routes
Detours are all I have.
Can't turn,
Can't stop,
Memories I save.
Talk less,
Sleep nomore,
Find solace in a rave.
Cuts heal,
Wounds settle,
I wave...
Honey
No routes
Detours are all I have.
Can't turn,
Can't stop,
Memories I save.
Talk less,
Sleep nomore,
Find solace in a rave.
Cuts heal,
Wounds settle,
I wave...
Honey
Friday, June 12, 2009
The Master of Mush - Ekta Kapoorrrr
Ekta Kapoor may not be so famous and legendary in terms of her saas-bahu serials and the usual camaraderie of emotional dramas, but for once, just this once, I like her….I fancy the inflow of mushy love scenes that invoke in me a feeling of love bygone. That romantic music, that long-lasting love sequences that no longer find shelter in today’s paid love, make me spring in my step and instantly transport me in a world full of flowers abloom and love in its full urban high. I accept im kinda unconventional and little bit like an old horse in this aspect, but for me, that’s love. Ekta Kapoor’s serials enunciate the true meaning of love for me, for my heart and for my life…they bring out the joie de vivre, that’s somewhere disintegrated in my body.
The emergence of love is such that nowadays, believe it or not, the hunger of it is more…there are more and more people wanting to be loved rather than to love. It’s unique and in a tumultuous way, it seems piteous that we as modern day man and woman are so helpless when it comes to receiving love…we literally have to graze for it in highlands and where not like a meagre cow, who searches for its fodder. I remember one particular sequence in one of her serials where the main lead actually delivers a huge humdrum on love in sad melancholy and believe it or not, I felt that to some extent it was so true and meaningful for me. I still live in a world where I expect my man to load with me cards with I LOVE YOU written all over it, to shower me with excessive attention , give me unasked surprises and last but not the least, make time out and just gaze in each other’s eyes for eternity…Ahhhh!! My thirst is endless…but what to do. I am bluntly romantic and Ekta Kapoor’s serials make me more delved into the dream world of love. The chup-chup ke milna, the dhire-dhire se paas aana and blah blah…ummm…sounds just so much like my name…sweet & honeyish!!
In an age where the hubby and the wifey both need separate master bedrooms for both their dilemma days , my kinda love is like chalk and cheese…too lovey-dovey and yes, with a pinch of spice in it…
The emergence of love is such that nowadays, believe it or not, the hunger of it is more…there are more and more people wanting to be loved rather than to love. It’s unique and in a tumultuous way, it seems piteous that we as modern day man and woman are so helpless when it comes to receiving love…we literally have to graze for it in highlands and where not like a meagre cow, who searches for its fodder. I remember one particular sequence in one of her serials where the main lead actually delivers a huge humdrum on love in sad melancholy and believe it or not, I felt that to some extent it was so true and meaningful for me. I still live in a world where I expect my man to load with me cards with I LOVE YOU written all over it, to shower me with excessive attention , give me unasked surprises and last but not the least, make time out and just gaze in each other’s eyes for eternity…Ahhhh!! My thirst is endless…but what to do. I am bluntly romantic and Ekta Kapoor’s serials make me more delved into the dream world of love. The chup-chup ke milna, the dhire-dhire se paas aana and blah blah…ummm…sounds just so much like my name…sweet & honeyish!!
In an age where the hubby and the wifey both need separate master bedrooms for both their dilemma days , my kinda love is like chalk and cheese…too lovey-dovey and yes, with a pinch of spice in it…
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Wires of Love...
I often think what the night holds,
I often crib about what u seem like,
Mirages of your shadows often flash, and
Talk through the mirrors of thoughts to mine…
Sensations of the times gone by,
Irritations of the days we did not spend awhile,
Will always mar,
Somehow, it will always scar.
Sane was I who loved you insanely,
The detriment it caused was indeed heavenly,
No longer did I think of your absence,
As you are still present in me, bodily.
Forlorn is my mind,
Innocuous is my heart,
Alas!
What immorality has ensued….
I often crib about what u seem like,
Mirages of your shadows often flash, and
Talk through the mirrors of thoughts to mine…
Sensations of the times gone by,
Irritations of the days we did not spend awhile,
Will always mar,
Somehow, it will always scar.
Sane was I who loved you insanely,
The detriment it caused was indeed heavenly,
No longer did I think of your absence,
As you are still present in me, bodily.
Forlorn is my mind,
Innocuous is my heart,
Alas!
What immorality has ensued….
Wires of Love
I often think what the night holds,
I often crib about what u seem like,
Mirages of your shadows often flash, and
Talk through the mirrors of thoughts to mine…
Sensations of the times gone by,
Irritations of the days we did not spend awhile,
Will always mar,
Somehow, it will always scar.
Sane was I who loved you insanely,
The detriment it caused was indeed heavenly,
No longer did I think of your absence,
As you are still present in me, bodily.
Forlorn is my mind,
Innocuous is my heart,
Alas!
What immorality has ensued….
I often crib about what u seem like,
Mirages of your shadows often flash, and
Talk through the mirrors of thoughts to mine…
Sensations of the times gone by,
Irritations of the days we did not spend awhile,
Will always mar,
Somehow, it will always scar.
Sane was I who loved you insanely,
The detriment it caused was indeed heavenly,
No longer did I think of your absence,
As you are still present in me, bodily.
Forlorn is my mind,
Innocuous is my heart,
Alas!
What immorality has ensued….
Monday, May 11, 2009
An Amitian Tribute(To my classmates)- Part 1
Its been exactly 2 weeks since I waved goodbye to Amity and ASCO(Amity School of Communication) and guys, I miss you all.No matter what characters we all were and no offence to any foolishness that all of us did. But ahoy! those 2 years with you were just fantabulous.
You guys taught me lots of things .....lots of new ways to counter situations and ;)
This post is a tribute to each of my classmate for the way they were and I hope they stay the same(whenever i meet them next):
1. Anupam Saxena - The man as quiet as the sea but as composed as the sea too. A Big techie and a big APPLE fannn. His fanning was so much that he bought an Apple i Phone although he knew it wasnt that much worth it (I hope I am right anupam). Never used to talk much but always talked sense. Kudos to You.....
2. The Goofy Awnesh Gulati - The German NRI or the first NRI in the world who hated being one. He loved India so much that he till date hadnt seen SHOLAY . Yes, the movie any indian could die for... A Good photographer and a great person from heart. Loved ur bike dude... and plsss watch Mother India and Sholay. The jitters he conjured up right before the german exam was hilarious and yes, too foolish too.... But, AG, U ROCK!
3. Tanya Sarkar - Wonder how she used to collect so much sleep that one could always find her sleeping in class (no offence tani :) ) . An unusually quiet person , deep within her books and a person with a lovely smile....
4. Casanova Himanshu Pankaj - Ohhhh, the wrath of this lad was such that if he had hiss way, he wouldnt even leave the teachers !!! A guy with a great personality andd an attitude true to his rajputana roots! Never present in class but also never short of attendance. An effortless dancer with an ability to crack such corny jokes that even the charlie chaplin would speak up in his praise!
5. Manuj Bharadwaj - Ae chore! Love ur haryanvi accent man... A true jaat to the core and man, could he crack any problem in the world . The next Narendra Modi on the Block . India is in your hands man....
6. Qashish Chopra - Her Q just stands out...with her amazing soft tone accent that reminds me of the old-world british aristocratic women just out of the cage! ummmm...... presentable , an uber-cool personality . One word - SUAVE! Way to go girl....
7. Sonioooo Jain - I so want to see her in an Indian Attire.... wait let her get out of her shorts first. She has this very attractive things about her that you just feel like goingg up and saying hey wassup to heer!! Basketball is in her veins....
There r lots to go but you know ..I gotta start sumwere first... guys.... hope ill miss u all and hope u liked this bit of my tribute to our years.... no offence meant... Love Hons...
You guys taught me lots of things .....lots of new ways to counter situations and ;)
This post is a tribute to each of my classmate for the way they were and I hope they stay the same(whenever i meet them next):
1. Anupam Saxena - The man as quiet as the sea but as composed as the sea too. A Big techie and a big APPLE fannn. His fanning was so much that he bought an Apple i Phone although he knew it wasnt that much worth it (I hope I am right anupam). Never used to talk much but always talked sense. Kudos to You.....
2. The Goofy Awnesh Gulati - The German NRI or the first NRI in the world who hated being one. He loved India so much that he till date hadnt seen SHOLAY . Yes, the movie any indian could die for... A Good photographer and a great person from heart. Loved ur bike dude... and plsss watch Mother India and Sholay. The jitters he conjured up right before the german exam was hilarious and yes, too foolish too.... But, AG, U ROCK!
3. Tanya Sarkar - Wonder how she used to collect so much sleep that one could always find her sleeping in class (no offence tani :) ) . An unusually quiet person , deep within her books and a person with a lovely smile....
4. Casanova Himanshu Pankaj - Ohhhh, the wrath of this lad was such that if he had hiss way, he wouldnt even leave the teachers !!! A guy with a great personality andd an attitude true to his rajputana roots! Never present in class but also never short of attendance. An effortless dancer with an ability to crack such corny jokes that even the charlie chaplin would speak up in his praise!
5. Manuj Bharadwaj - Ae chore! Love ur haryanvi accent man... A true jaat to the core and man, could he crack any problem in the world . The next Narendra Modi on the Block . India is in your hands man....
6. Qashish Chopra - Her Q just stands out...with her amazing soft tone accent that reminds me of the old-world british aristocratic women just out of the cage! ummmm...... presentable , an uber-cool personality . One word - SUAVE! Way to go girl....
7. Sonioooo Jain - I so want to see her in an Indian Attire.... wait let her get out of her shorts first. She has this very attractive things about her that you just feel like goingg up and saying hey wassup to heer!! Basketball is in her veins....
There r lots to go but you know ..I gotta start sumwere first... guys.... hope ill miss u all and hope u liked this bit of my tribute to our years.... no offence meant... Love Hons...
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Amitian Moments - An Introduction(Part 1)
This post is not one of those literary masterpieces that bloggers like me strive to aim for . But, it is a collection of an indiviual's memories of her 2 years that she never expected , would crop up in her life. Today, as she is all set to depart from this world to another, she feels a sense of deja vu, a corner in her heart is being fragmented and all she can do is let it happen...
I entered Amity University,India in the summer of July 2007 , running away from a place and a mannequin like life , that had literally engulfed me . I was feeling trapped and so closed from within that my mind and soul needed to be independent...
Amity University - We nurture talent. That's the tagline it boasts of. I dont know how much talent does it actually produce but yes, this place has given me a lifetime of my life, moments and times I am already starting to miss and above all, my first time experience of a HOSTEL LIFE.
It was scary actually for a lazy ass like me , when she came to know that everything in the Hostel had to be done on your own! I had never even washed my clothes myself before this, but as they say, it happened. I was booed, I was shit scared by everyone I met, but yes, deep down I knew, that this is going to be a start for my new birth, new emotions, new people and a new experience.
I had after careful thought chosen to pursue , Masters in Mass Communication and Journalism and with a thud and a bang , I landed in my class of MJMC(abbreviation), a bunch of people, who for the next two years would not only change my life but also become an important part of it.
(I would explain each member , and trust me, ur gona love it)
This was just the introduction , a backgrounder of sorts, so u know what I will be talking about. I,myself do not know how many parts it's going to run for, but yes, all I know is that, this is something, which made Honey PROUD of her decisions!!
I entered Amity University,India in the summer of July 2007 , running away from a place and a mannequin like life , that had literally engulfed me . I was feeling trapped and so closed from within that my mind and soul needed to be independent...
Amity University - We nurture talent. That's the tagline it boasts of. I dont know how much talent does it actually produce but yes, this place has given me a lifetime of my life, moments and times I am already starting to miss and above all, my first time experience of a HOSTEL LIFE.
It was scary actually for a lazy ass like me , when she came to know that everything in the Hostel had to be done on your own! I had never even washed my clothes myself before this, but as they say, it happened. I was booed, I was shit scared by everyone I met, but yes, deep down I knew, that this is going to be a start for my new birth, new emotions, new people and a new experience.
I had after careful thought chosen to pursue , Masters in Mass Communication and Journalism and with a thud and a bang , I landed in my class of MJMC(abbreviation), a bunch of people, who for the next two years would not only change my life but also become an important part of it.
(I would explain each member , and trust me, ur gona love it)
This was just the introduction , a backgrounder of sorts, so u know what I will be talking about. I,myself do not know how many parts it's going to run for, but yes, all I know is that, this is something, which made Honey PROUD of her decisions!!
Friday, April 17, 2009
My Words - 1
Raat ka waqt b yu ajeeb hota hai,
Yaado mei teri dil phir ghamgheen hota hai,
Sitaro se teri guftagu kabhi kar lete hai,
Lekin unhe bhi chand ka ab na hona afsos lagta hai.
Log kehte hai ke wo door rehkar b paas hain,
Humhe jaane kyo wo naksh aaj anjaane lagte hai.
Zindagi bhar ka saath hi toh maanga tha ,
Aur wo, use bandhano ka naam dete hain…
Nazrei uthakar hum aaj kal aasma ko bhi nai dekhte,
Bas unhe jhukakar teri judaai ka gham kar lete hai…
**END**
Yaado mei teri dil phir ghamgheen hota hai,
Sitaro se teri guftagu kabhi kar lete hai,
Lekin unhe bhi chand ka ab na hona afsos lagta hai.
Log kehte hai ke wo door rehkar b paas hain,
Humhe jaane kyo wo naksh aaj anjaane lagte hai.
Zindagi bhar ka saath hi toh maanga tha ,
Aur wo, use bandhano ka naam dete hain…
Nazrei uthakar hum aaj kal aasma ko bhi nai dekhte,
Bas unhe jhukakar teri judaai ka gham kar lete hai…
**END**
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Traffic Signal® ( Part 2)
As my dewy eyes slowly get accustomed to the galloping morning sun , dying to rise above the horizon, I slowly pick my feet from the bed to the ground and transport myself next to the window pane to find the first proof, that yes, its finally morning. Guess what greets my eye?? No, not the blooming flowers or neither the shadow of the departing moon, but. how many cars are there on the road and how is the traffic scene at bloody 6 am in the morning!!!!
Yes, you’ve got it right. It’s the traffic that I’m gona blabber about this time, which in UAE is as consistent as Virender Sehwag’s on-going bad form or is as natural as the leaves on a tree. I know you might be scratching your head by reading such unusual comparisons, but then on that occasion, I would personally like to invite to visit this place & see for yourself the car-to-car phenomenon that’s enveloped this desert laden land.
According to the Oxford Dictionary, the word “Traffic” is indistinctly defined as,
“Vehicles, ships or aircraft moving along a route”. I, Honey Kumar, solely, ask the people of UAE: Is that what you think traffic is , here in UAE?? A meagre movement of vehicles onlyyy….what about the daily screeching, bang-ups, or probably getting rubbed the wrong way. Those parking tickets, that daily running around, just in order to get 1 or 2 dirhams to feed that every hungry parking meter…haan, where did all that vanish…I am extremely sorry, Mr. who-so-ever editor of the dictionary, but, you will have to either amend your word definitions or include a separate category that delineates the word “Traffic as, according to UAE roads”.
You, as a driver of your car might get aggravated or sometimes even held-up due to the enormous abhorrence of cars all around you, but you know what I go through. I get hurttt , marred and wounded . Ask why? It pains me to see the roads writhing to be empty, fighting to see the light of the day above a car’s greasy tires or its ever-pesky drivers. It’s no wonder then, that the roads here are often closed due to construction or repairs. C’mon, they too need a life!!!!
Its worse than a formula one race here. The sapiens in UAE are so bamboozled and over-worked with their lives that if you graciously ask them for a side or want to change your lanes, they get so exasperated, making weirdly funny faces at you that you probably are in awe thinking whether you just did snatch away their promotions or mingled with their wife’s…
Like a book is incomplete without an epilogue and a prologue, the UAE’s traffic scene is curtailed without the mention of Taxi Drivers…These so called service-oriented professionals are in my viewpoint, the worst road populace in this part of the middle east. Never before in my 16 years of my stay here, have I come across such arrogant and rudely behaved people. It would not be off beam then to say that they are literally soaked in attitude, and why shouldn’t they? They are called taxi drivers…but u know what brand is their taxi…it’s a Toyota Camry…a complete remodeled version. Wild isn’t it??
And now that I have articulated enough about the traffic petulant, lets turn our wheel now to the positive stops of being stuck in one:
1. The most pragmatic approach to save your head and nerves from blasting out is to lend your ears to the radio. I know, that sometimes these so called paid-to-talk RJ’s are demented or more or less extremely lunatic , but then who cares?? Atleast they play songs…
2. They say that the grass on the other side always looks greener. This phrase proves absolutely precise when the person in the car next to you is exceptionally attention-grabbing and someone your eyes can feast on, at least for that time. Nowww, I hope you got the hens right. You aren’t that angelic, I guess…
3. Notice! Notice! Always keep something edible in your car for those mundane traffic days, so that whenever your car is on the standby mode, you can stuff your mouth with it. It would save others from your wrath and a mouthful of good words, that you would have shouted out , les your mouth was empty…
4. And lastly, if you are one of those who seriously miss the beachlines and sunny days, you can probably get out of your car and take a pose at how you lie on your beach-chairs. The exception being that this time the chair will be your bumper.Just be careful though, because if the cop uncle spots you, then you come on a beach-chair but..depart on a jail chair…
Traffic in UAE is always going to be there. We cant kill it. Neither can we halt it. We can only crib about it. So all you drivers, continue your so-called attempts of humiliating that authorities everyday & if you cant be sane on the roads, sell your car and start using the walkathonnn or better still..wait for the Dubai Metro to arrive…
Until the next time we meet..sayonara…oh shoot..the lights finally gone green..gotta go…byeee…
Yes, you’ve got it right. It’s the traffic that I’m gona blabber about this time, which in UAE is as consistent as Virender Sehwag’s on-going bad form or is as natural as the leaves on a tree. I know you might be scratching your head by reading such unusual comparisons, but then on that occasion, I would personally like to invite to visit this place & see for yourself the car-to-car phenomenon that’s enveloped this desert laden land.
According to the Oxford Dictionary, the word “Traffic” is indistinctly defined as,
“Vehicles, ships or aircraft moving along a route”. I, Honey Kumar, solely, ask the people of UAE: Is that what you think traffic is , here in UAE?? A meagre movement of vehicles onlyyy….what about the daily screeching, bang-ups, or probably getting rubbed the wrong way. Those parking tickets, that daily running around, just in order to get 1 or 2 dirhams to feed that every hungry parking meter…haan, where did all that vanish…I am extremely sorry, Mr. who-so-ever editor of the dictionary, but, you will have to either amend your word definitions or include a separate category that delineates the word “Traffic as, according to UAE roads”.
You, as a driver of your car might get aggravated or sometimes even held-up due to the enormous abhorrence of cars all around you, but you know what I go through. I get hurttt , marred and wounded . Ask why? It pains me to see the roads writhing to be empty, fighting to see the light of the day above a car’s greasy tires or its ever-pesky drivers. It’s no wonder then, that the roads here are often closed due to construction or repairs. C’mon, they too need a life!!!!
Its worse than a formula one race here. The sapiens in UAE are so bamboozled and over-worked with their lives that if you graciously ask them for a side or want to change your lanes, they get so exasperated, making weirdly funny faces at you that you probably are in awe thinking whether you just did snatch away their promotions or mingled with their wife’s…
Like a book is incomplete without an epilogue and a prologue, the UAE’s traffic scene is curtailed without the mention of Taxi Drivers…These so called service-oriented professionals are in my viewpoint, the worst road populace in this part of the middle east. Never before in my 16 years of my stay here, have I come across such arrogant and rudely behaved people. It would not be off beam then to say that they are literally soaked in attitude, and why shouldn’t they? They are called taxi drivers…but u know what brand is their taxi…it’s a Toyota Camry…a complete remodeled version. Wild isn’t it??
And now that I have articulated enough about the traffic petulant, lets turn our wheel now to the positive stops of being stuck in one:
1. The most pragmatic approach to save your head and nerves from blasting out is to lend your ears to the radio. I know, that sometimes these so called paid-to-talk RJ’s are demented or more or less extremely lunatic , but then who cares?? Atleast they play songs…
2. They say that the grass on the other side always looks greener. This phrase proves absolutely precise when the person in the car next to you is exceptionally attention-grabbing and someone your eyes can feast on, at least for that time. Nowww, I hope you got the hens right. You aren’t that angelic, I guess…
3. Notice! Notice! Always keep something edible in your car for those mundane traffic days, so that whenever your car is on the standby mode, you can stuff your mouth with it. It would save others from your wrath and a mouthful of good words, that you would have shouted out , les your mouth was empty…
4. And lastly, if you are one of those who seriously miss the beachlines and sunny days, you can probably get out of your car and take a pose at how you lie on your beach-chairs. The exception being that this time the chair will be your bumper.Just be careful though, because if the cop uncle spots you, then you come on a beach-chair but..depart on a jail chair…
Traffic in UAE is always going to be there. We cant kill it. Neither can we halt it. We can only crib about it. So all you drivers, continue your so-called attempts of humiliating that authorities everyday & if you cant be sane on the roads, sell your car and start using the walkathonnn or better still..wait for the Dubai Metro to arrive…
Until the next time we meet..sayonara…oh shoot..the lights finally gone green..gotta go…byeee…
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Yuu-hoo Indiaaa
'Aisa ho ya waisa ho , Bharat aakhir desh hai toh mera.' This sentiment gave me the jitters when I was all set for my trip abroad to India for my Masters, in my own dilli dilwalon ki. Questions loomed above my head and through my mind as to, apart from huge cities and crowded alleys, what was India , to me and my life. Its people, its owl like nightlife , their way of communicado & yaar, their basic way of TALKING, as I was brought up in an environment where speaking Hindi outside one's confines of their homes, was like a rare diamond. In Dubai , we spoke, slept and breathed in the English Language!! .
Today, its been 3 months since Delhi is my haven and for some strange reason or another, its feels like world's apart. I am tasting freedom like I had never done before, the power and authority to make my own decisions in life is now completely in my hands . I decide what I do , I believe what I follow and vice versa. Delhi, is like a chiefdom , a kingdom of sorts where people just are concerned with a welfare of their own , and the definition of close-knit is slowly smoking up. You know from the eyes of someone who's just been to delhi for her summer vacations , Delhi is humongously different in so many approaches...
Presenting before you, the penultimate list of Delhi Vs Dubai....
Every restaurant or cafe in this Exuberant city houses a Gods corner wherein God rests peacefully and one makes sure there is a regular dose of the usual agarbattis and Dhoops to set the resto-temple mood fit in....
Call it the richness of the populace or the hypocrisy of this metro , the people in this city, no matter what car they drive, they will have a driver to call it their mercedes and chaffuer them around . I mean, comeon, what use do u put ur hands to then??
The auto-rickshaws, probably the second lifeline of the city after the buses, are also not scrapped from the religious bug. Every auto in the state will flaunt or decently paste the pictures or the statuettes of the 3 major Gods ( Lord Shiva , Lord Ganesha being the main ones & the third one would be tailor made according to the driver) in front of their steering wheel .
We, back home, utilised the horns in our cars only at times when someone was deliberately blocking your way or to irritate someone. But here, the horn seems to be the equipment that can be used in place of anything. Drivers here, use their car horns in place when they should actually use the dippers , some minisculed people on the road just use it at their mercy, not bothering about the irking quotient. I mean, just because of its proximity, the usage should not be maximised, is it??
Delhi and its neighbourng states are INDEED VERY VERY RELIGIOUS and i can substantiate that with PROOF. On my recent trip to Jammu , I had absolutely no dearth of passing Temples and Gurudwaras alongside the trees galore.. and they just seemed to go on forever after every kilometre & believe me the size of the worship house doesnt matter here...Bhavnao ko samjho..
Now, since i love eating my heart out, there is something very peculiar about Delhi's parties, every party no matter the scale , has a PANEER dish!! Be it Paneer masala, Paneer Bhurji or just paneer pakoras, Paneer has to be there!! I fail to explain why...or maybe its because of it being called the rich man's 'lazeez'....
Driving tactics again. Back home in Dubai , my driving instructor strictly told me to adhere to the practice of using all the 3 mirrors present in a car, i.e. the rearview mirror and the two side mirrors. But here, its crammy and weird that cars dont have the left hand side mirror at all or there are some more experienced drivers who dont have both the side mirrors and just drive away to their desti(nation). You know, a car without two side mirrors resembles a human without its hands...ummm
Now for some girly talk and know-how, which i didnt know. A girl going through her monthly cycle is referred to as being DOWN !! DOwn?? I mean, back there, we just said we are not well or rather the more bolder ones said it out..But hey, why downnnn...
Its been a tumultous journey for me back here in my own country, with just so much to do and so less time. I feel this list is not enough for anyone to adjudicate the colossal size of our country in such a minute observation. So, lemme sit back and relax more and treat my eyes to this conventional land and its lifestyle of sorts....
Headlines Around the World that Mattered...
Obama sets firm withdrawal timetable for Iraq
President Barack Obama consigned the
Even so, Obama will leave the bulk of troops in place this year, contrary to hopes of Democratic leaders for a speedier pullout. And after combat forces withdraw, 35,000 to 50,000 will stay behind for an additional year and half of support and counterterrorism duties.
Mass grave unearthed in Bangladesh
Forty-eight hours after the sepoy mutiny in
On Friday, the army recovered the bodies of 34 officers from a single mass grave dug inside the BDR campus. In a gesture aimed at quelling growing army anger against the BDR, Prime Minister Sheikh Hasina announced a two-day mourning.
Obama's vow to affect IT; India against protectionism: FM
As
"The IT industry will be affected due to the impact of financial meltdown. Substantial numbers of Indian workers are there. We will have to address this issue. We are opposing protectionism, not only here but at every forum," Finance Minister Pranab Mukherjee told Karan Thapar in an interview for Devil's Advocate to be telecast on CNN-IBN.
‘Don’t call us, we’ll call you’: Satyam’s campus hires in indefinite freeze
Fraud-hit Satyam Computer Services is having serious second thoughts on thousands of campus recruits to whom it had made job offers. It has put off plans to add them on its rolls and added a big if on whether they are wanted at all.
These recruits were given offer letters to join the company before March 2009, but are now being told that Satyam may not even need them, though there is no clear official communication on this.
“In the current scenario, we are reviewing our business opportunities and competency building across industry verticals and competency units to establish our talent building requirements for the future. We currently don’t plan to on –board entry-level talents in the month of March. We plan to communicate appropriately as soon as we finalize our plans in the future,” Satyam said in an e-mail response to queries from Hindustan Times.
TCS warns of job cuts, pay freeze and fewer incentives
Top IT exporter Tata Consultancy Services (TCS) has warned of more job cuts in 2009/10 in the wake of a worsening global economic slowdown, with no pay hikes for employees in the coming year.
Managing Director S. Ramadorai told Hindustan Times the company has frozen lateral entries into the company and was also reviewing the variable pay component of its employees. Campus hiring will go on, but the pace is expected to slow.
TCS currently has 1.44 lakh employees on its rolls. The company has recently confirmed layoffs in the
Mariah Carey splurges $200,000 on furniture
Pop singer Mariah Carey is not discouraged by the recession and is splurging on furniture - she spent over $200,000 as she shopped at the hip
Contactmusic.com reports that she and her entourage closed down Kreiss Showrooms at the well-known
Facebook, MySpace 'most popular love-hunting joints'
Forget pubs and nightclubs, social networking sites like Facebook, MySpace and Friends Reunited have become the newest most popular love-hunting joints, says a new study.
Three quarters of Britons reckon there are fewer stigmas associated with meeting a love-match via Facebook or Bebo than normal internet dating websites.
A spokesman for internet market research company www.OnePoll.com, which carried out the study, said: "Traditionally the pub used to be a central meeting place where many couples met across the bar and got to know each other.
"Now social networking sites like Facebook and MySpace have taken over as the dating hot spot with many singletons finding love online.
"The websites also seem to be a breeding ground for rekindling old romances and the results also show that many affairs begin by tracing ex-lovers too."
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Life...The Way it is...
To say a few words when the time is not right...
To feel a few moments when the days dont go well...
To count the few minutes when the hours fly by...
To cry the few tears when the laughter doesnt come easily...
To apprehend when the mind doesnt think ,
To love when the beloved parts ways,
To hate when the love within is still strong,
To escape when the will to live is much stronger...
To forgive when the wounds are still fresh...
To live when death is in line...
To smile when the tears dont stop...
To be worried when the pleasant happens...
To be alone when the world is with you ,
To be with them and still miss them,
To sleep when the eyes dont want to obey ,
To be awake when the heart and soul just want to sleep ,
Is Life...
To feel a few moments when the days dont go well...
To count the few minutes when the hours fly by...
To cry the few tears when the laughter doesnt come easily...
To apprehend when the mind doesnt think ,
To love when the beloved parts ways,
To hate when the love within is still strong,
To escape when the will to live is much stronger...
To forgive when the wounds are still fresh...
To live when death is in line...
To smile when the tears dont stop...
To be worried when the pleasant happens...
To be alone when the world is with you ,
To be with them and still miss them,
To sleep when the eyes dont want to obey ,
To be awake when the heart and soul just want to sleep ,
Is Life...
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