Thursday, July 24, 2008

Hyderabad/Secunderabad Diaries

So, here I am, trying to write something in the name of a blog, when there is really nothing in my mind that I have that i could express. What is it that makes me do so, I do not know; yet, I feel compelled today to let the emptiness of my mind out into the vastness of the cyber world.
Anyways, life is moving at a brisk pace in Hyderabad/Secunderabad. I have actually lost all sense of time and day at work; but a colleague of mine said it is normal, so I have reasons of not being afraid. Life is moving forward.
I got a roommate, who I should mention, is a lot of fun to hang out with. He's always got some antic up his sleeve. At least I do not get bored due to the loneliness that was there otherwise in this house that I stay in. Its strange, but I get to talk my heart out. Truly, solitary confinement is the worst punishment that any human being can be meted out.
Hope to write something good real soon.

Saturday, July 12, 2008

The Lost Battle

I feel so strange
As I walk past
Your grave, that reminds me
Of our turbulent past
Of how we fought , how we cried
Of how we laughed, and how we lied
Of all that has been tested and tried
In relationships that eventually died
Of how we loved, and how we fought
And yet after that each other we sought
And make up for the heartbreaks we suffered
And the misery that on each other we brought
And yet, we never said "I love you"
"Do you love me too, hon?"
Nor we expected anything out of our lives
When we'd walk in the field of daffodils
Under the bounty of the golden sun
And yet, who knew it wasn't to last
The manner in which I blasted past
The doors without knowing why
You hid from me, and spoke all those lies
Till the next day, I got a call
When I was told, that you were gone
As the phone fell out of my hand
And I collapsed within, while my heart sank
You died of something, I never knew what
But I knew one thing-that you are gone
And tears rolled down my eyes, as I
Placed the daffodils from the field for which you longed
And I then walk away, wishing not to see
What the epitaph said, as the rain falls
Its a year now, but I am lost
What has happened, what went wrong?
Why was I so headstrong?
But for my own sins I had to pay someday
And perhaps for atonement there couldn't have been a better way
Than to see the one true love of my life fade away
While I have only for company
My agony, my anger and my lonely days

Friday, July 11, 2008


I was still reeling from the after effects of watching the great disaster "Tashan", and thought nothing could match in terms of utter stupidity and nonsense value, but I had underestimated a woman who goes by the name of Ekta Kapoor.
Well, yesterday i had seen an episode of the new mental assault launched by her that goes by the name of "Kahaani Hamaarey Mahabharat Ki" (yeah, she did not spare even that!), and by God, did i regret my decision to check it out! I have yet to see something as hysterical as this, and could not believe my eyes when I saw how people were flying about in the action sequences. The serial looks like a bad mish-mash patch up work, a grotesque mixture of "Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon" and "300" to say the least. And please, can she not make her directors to get the poor actors to act properly? I mean nothing about them seemed good-their body language, their diction, their dialogue delivery, their expressions-all of it was crass, vulgar, streetly and melodramatic to say the least. It seemed more like a saas-bahu kitchen politics saga being unleashed like the brahmastra.
On the flip side though, the effects and the cinematography, along with the costumes were actually credible and realistic. Do you think Draupadi was wearing twenty yards of fabric in her daily life? That is all I would say to people who think that the girl was dressed inappropriately.

Thursday, July 10, 2008

A king was once very powerful, and his court wasfamous for being a collection of the wisest men on the whole of this earth. Such was his might that everyone would look at him in respect and awe.One day, a saint passed by his court, and without asking, the king invited him, exhibiting his power and might to the saint. The saint simply smiled, and when he was leaving, wrote something on a chit of paper, and handed it over to the king.
"Read it," he said, "when you have nowhere else to go. This is all I have to offer to you."
Saying so, he left.
A few years hence, bad times fell on the kingdom. Enemies ran over it, and the king was pushed out into ignonimity and despair. In vain he wandered about in the jungles, as he thought of what went wrong with him, and how could his luck run out on him like this. It was then that he realised that he still had that chit of paper with him, and remembered the advice he had received.Excited, he opened up the chit, which read thus,"O king!When you showed me your splendour, I realised it instantly that your fall was near, and yet and I refrained from saying the same to you. I, however, would advise you to not lose hope, and try harder and harder than ever before. man does not recognize his own limits, and so he underestimates his own self."
"Persevere to get back what rightfully belongs to you.When those days of glory did not last forever, how can these days of despair?"
The king was dumbstruck, but a new hope rekindled within him. Soon, he gained back his strength and within the blink of an eye, he got back all that he owned. And his glory grew even more, not for what he was, but for what he gained that day-peace of mind, humility and above all, an understanding of what life truly is about.

Wednesday, July 9, 2008

A short story

Long long ago, there was a king whose wife had delivered a son. He had nothing really different about him, everyone assumed, till he began to speak, and since then they never saw him the same way. For, unlike other kids learning to say ma or baba or any such simple word, he had learnt to say Om.His mother was his only friend, and she was soon to pass away, and she knew that. And so, she went the extra mile to dote on her son, and tried to answer every question that she could, and would smile at those she could not.
One day, her son asked a question that struck her like lightning. Innocently like kids, he asked her, "Ma, have you seen God?"The mother did not know what to say. She was having her last moments, and no one was aware of it. But she just smiled and said, " I have not, but they say that those who really try to reach him through hard penances can see God."
And saying so, she passed away.
Soon the king married again, and in came a hating stepmother, who ill-treated the kid, spared no moment to fill the king's ears with poison. And yet, the kid did not hate his father. Soon, the point came in, when the king was so filled up with his own hollow pride, that he banished the kid from his kingdom. The son knew not what to do, but he remembered what his mother said, and decided to try and meet God.
And so, off he went into the forests, and started his penances.The first word that he had learnt, was his only mantra-that was the only education his mother had given him about spirituality, and so, chanting OM, he started his penances, causing havoc in the heavens. The harder he meditated, the more the heavens and the nether world and the human world felt its tremors.All the gods, and even the trinity came down to ask the kid for anything that he wants. And yet, when he said that he wanted to see God, they were all dumbstruck. So he continued to meditate.
Finally, one day, as he prayed, he heard a voice saying, "You want to see God? I'll show you how God looks like. Open you eyes to find out."
The boy opened his eyes, to see a common man standing in front of him. He could not understand how he could show him how God looked like.
The man, understanding his confusion, then said"I am God, you are God, we are all God, nothing else. God is nowhere to be found but within yourself. That is why it is said,
The boy quietly got up and walked away, his question having been answered.

Sunday, July 6, 2008

Hyderabad/Secunderabad Diaries

Its a bit of a drag, is it not, when you have not much to do, and a lot of time to spare? My time has lost its preciousness for me. Maybe its because I do not have much to do nowadays. However, never discount this time, as you never know when you might have the opportunity to get it back, to redeem it.
Anyways, I read a book by Jeffrey Archer (finally) titled Kane and Abel, and surprise, surprise!I liked the book. However, it was, in essence, so much like a Hindi movie-so much of masala to read between the lines. However, I still would prefer to avoid reading his work, as I still have not accepted his style of writing. He is a better short story writer, and i would really vouch for that.
By the way, i would be going to Delhi for a few days, though I would not be able to meet my family, as I could not get a shift in the returning schedule. However, I took it in mystride when I got the news- I always follow the policy of no expectations, and that helps me to be very balanced in my life. I am emotional as a person, but this philosophy prevents me from becoming a sentimental fools.

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