chaiyya chaiyya!!

Four Australian police sacked in connection with cracking joke on electrocution of an Indian boy. The Indian demography is changing and younger generations like us are no longer taking calculative risks. The Indian Gareeb junta mostly take risks at the call of heartbeat..Dhak-dhak. Its time for self realisation and self actualisation rather than reciprocating to someone. One common risk is travelling at the roof of Indian train without aware of any dire consequences. Aah..This is India. To be precise ‘Incredible India’. We always take the path less travelled and most of the times comes out with something out of world as of now. I too had a personal encounter with such an incident on the outskirt of Delhi.


OMG!! For a moment i thought that to be a movie casting but it was totally a newfangled experience for me. The reason for such an adventurous journey here is the lack of infrastructure primarily due to politics.

There are numerous other ways to go risky and if people think they will miss their destinations and so likely it will be. The other way can be kissing the acme of Mount Everest , scuba diving or blah blah..

PS: The video was taken with my mobile camera not worthy enough of clarity, so please bear with it or else close your browser and have a good sleep.

NOMAD

I am just an another nomad!!

The world is full of needs,
hue and cry of extraordinary deeds,
where life is an ocean,
and full of devotion.

The tainted, scattered and whimsical devour,
disrupted, petrubed and disdained to detour,
death is inevitable and time locked,
happiness, griefs and pains are at doorknock,

Rented soul has to fly,
time and again they need to cry,
flying birds requires no care,
not being a nomad is too rare.

Nomadic thoughts are waste and futile,
arresting them cannot be excercised,
The ships at the harbour,sun at the horizon or, the cuckoos at the willow,
all speaks of destiny and hitherto,
let the world share joy and care,
not being a nomad is too rare.

'Bewdy'

Sophocles once said”call no man happy till he dies” i am in a state of neutral, neither sad nor happy. I think i don’t know myself.I don't want to trample his thoughts.

I have just returned from a night out with my friends after seeing munni in ‘’dabangg’’. My head is swinging, seems gravity is oscillating between 0⁰ and 360⁰. My steps are heavy, i cannot walk but i dare to challenge usain bolt right now.I am lazy to move and i am not into a stupor and didn’t had a pint of wine. I hate drinking and dining but love enjoying in everything i do.

I am blank , the world is crazy for me. Money is waste, necessary enough to own basic amenities. A concoction of thoughts is bothering me. My ram is heavily loaded and data retrieval is hanged up. I am not a supercomputer neither a surrogate. I think i am the greatest gift of God to mankind and i feel guilty of it. I have a sense of superiority to all the geeks and nerds. Why am i not a geek? I am envy of them. I remember Bill gates saying “respect all the geeks because one day you might fall working to them”. The world is an everyday living disaster for me and its beautiful too. I love the Germantown, love the way geese flies in aerodynamic shape, yumthang valley of Sikkim, the serene leh and many others which will go out of words. The world sucks! The recency of sound is bothering me and i don’t give a damn.

I am hungry but i am not foolish. Go and screw yourself the honoured ‘Steve Jobs’. I will make it without being foolish. I am being too much concerned and all of sudden everything flies out in an air of insouciance.

I have stepped up to my room onto the 2^nd floor. Its 4:30 in the morning. I am dying to watch another episode of “Big Bang theory’’ with a small chunk of my mind asking to go on a drive to NH-8,the express highway from Delhi to Jaipur. I love driving and i hate traffic. I want to teach a lesson of politics to Ms. Mayawati, ban Pakistani team from playing cricket, sack the CWG organisers, and restore republican thought in people’s mind. I hate politics and corruption, I love India. My room, the surrounding wardrobe, its ambience, bed and everything looks banal. I want to dance and dance like ‘’sallu’’ in ‘Dabangg’.

I am in my sense. The genie within me is trying to come out of the lamp and i want to do wonder. I am wondering. I am sleeping!

Common 'Wealth' Games

The third largest sporting event under the hands of Indian sports authority. who am i Kidding? Do i talk shock?

We are indians and we love being an indian. Isn’t it? Being an indian we have the natural inclinations towards bollywood movies, eating food through roadside vendors and the most obvious , cricket worshipping. Cricketers are god to us , we pray when they play and celebrate their century even if india falls into losing side. I am not in a motion to offend indians as i am one of them and always feels like a proud citizen. But , 'why' is the question of hour. We do wonders when we work individual and fumble very badly when it comes to team approach although there are exceptions. The slackness found in the time delay of preparation of commonwealth games is hurting india’s image at the global map.

This is the third largest multisport multinational event being held in india for the first time and every activity is under the scanner. The corruption is on higher end although still needs validation. The media and the newspaper are covered with corruption charges. Every now and then TV channels are fluttered with news of players backing out of game. Recently bolt refused to participate in commonwealth games because of his unavailability and the number is increasing day by day.The big organisational chaos will lead to many bad repercussions that will be felt very prominently in upcoming days. Foreigners visit India to see places and endure to come again and again but its high time we tighten our security systems and intelligence. The frequency of misconduct to them is rising requiring urgent attention. We will witness atleast 0.5 lakh people outside India for huge meet and security concerns doesn’t figure at the top. Politicians are culpable for giving support to relatives and a huge foul play that doesnt find any space of execuse. The crisis is brought up by severe wide corruption at work , the infrastructure are not ready before 50 days of countdown to CWG. Besides, the National players are not given sufficient assistance in practise play , essentially required to perform better but again the question is ‘why’? The whole locus of CWG is not at its original place but shifted at an arbit location.

The situation is either ‘Shape in or Ship out’ for us before the D-day. Hope we would make this event huge not by just flaunting opening and closing ceremony but also by the glory which our players will bring to us. All the best !!

The UNKNOWN

A girl in a morning walks through the desolted road of city to come across the silent orchid, the hassle free morning breeze and the twilight in which the sunlight is gradually taking the command of day. She looks serene with a candid smile on her face. She moves on the road uniterrupted as if she has been to that road earlier and knows every nitty-gritty of it. Everything seems familiar to her but her eye balls remained stuck on the road. she walks amid the messed up road by leaves , leaving behind her trails.She continued her walking until she found a road side temple at the end. She silently creeps into the temple but doesn't allow herself to get inside, although she found few people offering prayer to God.Is she scared? What may be reason for such a bent of repulsion.She offers prayer standing at the gate and leaves before any other person gets out of abbey.She is 'UNIQUE'. Her charismatic appearence have made me blindfolded.A sense of urgency suddenly rose up to know about her mysterious carriage. Within no time i found hertaking the same path of arrival.The universe seems alien to her or she detest being in harmony with nature.The urge suddenly became prominent and i started to follow her.Her walking speed now seems to gain momentum .She is hurrying but still looked focussed. I kept on following her. She is at a distance , the relative velocity had increased and still increasing.I had no idea about the anonymous girl and had bothered me a lot.without much ado i tried to reach her but she started running and vanished behined the doors of a residence.I dint bothered her a lot i suppose.I kept on thinking of her identity but she dint opened the door.The memory of her is deep engraved and the desire to know her remained far from reality.I looked back and wished the angel could speak once out of her globe.

Life in a Metro..

I have ended up my highly packed funfilled days of college and thrown into the world of Automobiles. Maruti Suzuki is overpowered and being commanded,controlled by foreign hand and is doing wonder. The summary of wonder lies in their approach of performing Kaizens and is practiced efficiently than other major Indian Automobiles. Please dont fall into preconceived notion of me being superloyal to my sweatshop.

Anyways, the shift from campus to corporate has not been slow and steady but definitely a giant stride. The change is welcome but any change at first is naturally uncomfortable forcing one to peep out of the cocoons, speaking invariably i wish if could get myself into the college days.

Without any kind of flurry i have tried to list the recent major changes here.

1. I come to life at 6:30 in the morning pretty hard to manage.

2. I am living with no clutch of " Discover " , my bike. I miss my babe.

3. I have not tasted "Old Monk" past 60 days,amusing truth but although i had a chance.

4. I am back to my school days with same stupid uniform as of my school ..that suxx.

5. I am living in a crowd of morons and some delightful and gorgeous damsel.

6. I can always find at my will the girl next door to delight me.

7. I can exactly tell the day that lies tomorrow.

8. I can figure out the new launches of Car in Indian market.

9. I have stopped attending inane lectures of college.

10. I am suffering from identity crisis.

The plethora of fun and excitement is never ending here.well its cheers for now and i am grooving for such a hectic life here !!

आज फिर वही दिन है

आज फिर वही दिन है,
न जाने क्यूँ लगता है साफिर,
गूम है आज हवा , रगों में है चुभन,
तन्हाई है इन साँसों में, दर्द में है ये दिल,
क्यूँ दिखे नहीं मंजिल, लग रहा आज फिर वही दिन है ।

सुबह की ताजगी भी है जुदा ,
दिन लग रहे है धूमिल , वही कशिश है पुराने दिनों की,
आज फिर से नल में पानी नहीं है,
अब आई है फिर से बारी,
अंडर pressure परफोर्म करने की पारी,
है वक़्त की ये गुजारिश,
किसी तरह कटे ये दिन बिन पानी , बिन बारिश।

P.S. : A morning in Gurgaon that left me frustrated and reminded me of my earlier college days. Kudos to all my roomies!!