Friday, September 16, 2011

Fly


fly
Silently as he lie,
He saw the mayhem, the mud and the pool of blood.
He closed his only eye
Only to listen to the songs of cry.

Five minutes earlier,
As she pointed to blooming sky
Asked, “Papa, why can’t I fly?”
Now he trembled for apple of his eye
As he saw her frock fly so high…

Later in dreams
He did laugh as she complain
Why did God grant my wish?
And told from the sky
“Papa, now I do not want to fly”

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Masterpiece

'it is so unique'
mesmerized by the beauty
said he
after-all it was his own creation ....

he chiseled he molded
and he gave bruises
he had put all his efforts
and he carved his masterpiece ....

he made it so beautiful
he was not able to take his eyes off
so beautiful
he wished if it could speak ....

she did speak
with him alone
thanking him
you made me beautiful ...

he fell in love with her
and took her to world
just to tell
she is more beautiful than others ....

she saw the world
and she speak again
your efforts are no different
she is no beautiful than hundred others ...


again he chiseled and molded
and gave her bruises
again he put all his efforts
yet she was no beautiful than thousand others ...


he wished if she had not speak
she would be the most beautiful
he chopped her into pieces
starting afresh for his new masterpiece ....

Sunday, February 20, 2011

Never seen such smile ....

"Abhi to maine kiya kuch nahi hai ... aage jaunga aag lag jayegi" .... 


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zoto4H0qdfs&feature=related


never seen such spirit .... i never felt such happy
there may be others who can dance like him but there would be very less who can laugh like him .... so simple, so raw yet he feels from some other world ... a world of free souls and unlimited spirit to do everything ...he reminds me of 'Nick Vujicic': "the human spirit can handle much more than we realize". 
it is not what you achieve in the end, it is how you complete your journey which matters. He might have danced without that smile and yet made people cry but he would not had made Sonali danced then. the very expression of happiness - he danced and laughed on each yes he received from judges, left me awestruck  ... i am speechless and only emotion i can show is RESPECT.
He is working to earn for his study. He goes to gym. He dances. He said he can sing too .... and he still says "Abhi to maine kiya kuch nahi hai ... aage jaunga aag lag jayegi". that is something we all are missing. we always see life from a confined vision. we always set limits. We always forget that we were born free .... we always forget "LIFE IS WITHOUT LIMITS".

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

She knows all !!!!

She was in bathroom while I was preparing to go out. When I picked the bike keys, she told me “You didn't take your medicine". It is a casual incident in almost every house, and I ignored the thought how does she knew.

But, how does she come to know everything?

As a child (and today too) I always felt proud of her as she always had answers for my queries. How can a person know all the names of the vegetables, fruits, animals, flowers.... n number of things given in book? I always thought that. Perhaps that’s why she is MUMMY. I tried giving a picture test today and my score was not 100%. I bet she can score perfect 100.

She always has an indication of what is going on in mind. "Don't worry, it was just a test", she said to me first time when I was in 5th or 6th. How? I didn't even tell her that I had a test. Perhaps some imaginary invisible umbilical cord always connects a mother and child.

She was my first pillion rider on my bicycle as well as bike. She said it will boost your confidence if you can ride me safely. How does she know that I can do that? She simply said "I know". HOW? I never learnt driving in front of her apart from once or twice.

She will pick a cloth while shopping and say “It will look good on you". How do you always know mummy? I had never been able to select something better than what she suggested. Once we both selected two different pieces and I wore that shirt (selected by me) once three or four times in my life while the other one was in demand with my friends also.

These are very few incidences of my life. But I know that she always knows what I love to do. And I believe every woman is like this only.

Sunday, October 3, 2010

Road journey to Kuntala Waterfalls

Finally after so many issues and missed deadlines, we ( Me, Abhinav, Satish, Ram, Sanup, Srikanth, Tamil, Smriti and Sarika) decided to visit Kuntala Waterfalls about 270 kms from Hyderabad. After having a great experience visiting Ettipothala Waterfalls last time ( Read: http://99pegasus.wordpress.com/2010/05/12/105-kmps-and-bang-screetch-mob-and-blood/) we decided not to go on bikes this time :( .. but to drive Srikanth's Swift and hire a cab. Fortunately, we started by 5:15 AM, only 15 mins delay from schedule which is acceptable :).
My day started well when I rode only '20 hours old' Pulsar 180 till Srikanth's home. I was sure I am gonna miss bike on this tour. The weather was lovely on this lazy morning of National Holiday. After crossing the inland roads of Hyderabad, we were soon swifting on the highway number 7 (The longest highway in India running from Varanasi to Kanyakumari). It was a pleasant surprise when I saw 15-20 people putting a garland on a statue of Gandhi Ji.
We stopped at one place on highway to wait for the cab as they were behind us. Sun was rising and we clicked few pics of it. Srikanth's car has powerful sound system and there were few clashes between us on the choice of songs.
We were driving on a 4 lane road with beautiful locales.To make it more beautiful, it started raining in between for some time. There were crops on the both sides of roads especially Maize, Paddy fields, tuwar dal (pulse) and cotton. Divider between roads had beautiful flowers. A picture perfect scene.
We stopped at Haritha ( an APTDC midway hotel) for breakfast. It is a decent place to eat and we had idlis and dosas with tea. Thereafter I shifted to Indica, which had only FM player. Thanks to Tams, she brought her I Pod which was the only source of music at that time for us. We had a gr8 time together listening and singing songs. Me, Satish and Abhinav were highly surprised by DotNet queen's agriculture knowledge. She only told us about the different species of flora surrounding the highway. Soon after passing the fields, we saw teak-wood trees along side the curvy road. Little mountains alongside road made me wonder if I am on a road which was once shot for some movie.
At about 9 AM, we reached Sri Ram Sagar Dam built on river Narmada. I was full to capacity, thanks to recent mansoon. Had a superb time there clicking pics.
We were again on highway, stopped at some places to click pictures and finally we left highway to move on a small one lane road. Wow .... we were going through Andhra villages. The huts are different from one we see in Rajasthan. Saw bullock carts, people doing farming and temple in a village. (While returning, also saw people playing volley ball in a village). I love my India.
We finally reached Kuntala at about 12:30 PM. It was between jungle which was once an area of Naxalites.
We were all bowled over by the natural beauty. We saw beautiful green valley and a river flowing between the mountains. Kuntala is highest waterfall in Andhra Pradesh with an height of 45 meters. One has to go 408 steps down to reach the place where water falls. Soon we climbed down the steps and we were at the bottom of falls. Lots of people were there.
We clicked lots of pics. In minutes of time, Sanup was there in water. Soon after Srikanth and Satish followed. They were all swimming and enjoying in the water and we were having snacks sitting nearby.
After spending 3-4 hours we decided to start back. It started raining again for 15-20 mins. We crossed rural area and soon we were on highway. We stopped at one highway dhaba to have food as we were very hungry. I always feel that Dhaba food is finger licking and the food made my opinion more stronger.
Finally after dropping Smriti and Ram at Secunderabad, we reached home at 11 PM. :)

Thursday, March 4, 2010

Dont know ...

Dont know ...
Why it happened ...

When I first gave it a look ...
It was silent .
Silent like a dead ...

But the dead also attracts ...
Always in want of that last look ...
as if it is saying ...
"look at me, i m going forever"....

and I saw it again ..
some emotions were still there ...
some dreams unaccomplished...
some hopes remaining ....

And I saw...
It was not dead ...

Life was still there ...
Hidden underneath the dead of me...
having desire to come out ...

to fill the joy again ...
to remind itself ...
that it was lively once ...

Dont know ...
Why I saw the dead ..
Although I have life in ME ....

Thursday, January 28, 2010

Phoenix

I lie awake
in the midnight
looking at the flames
the Phoenix is burning ....

It started with the greatest passion
to fly high
above all the hurdles
to reach beyond sky
and win over the cold sun ....

but it burnt
audacity of passion
burnt by the atrocities of coldness

I lie awake
ashes are falling
but the zeal is there
Phoenix will rise again ....

That one word !!!

"Why do people do something wrong, and say 'that one word' and think everything would be fine."

Innocently she asked. I stood silent, with no words to say. She stood there, looking at me. She was totally calm and composed but her eyes asking for an answer. Why do u do this ? Why can't you see things, the way I see ? She was disappointed. Again ... But she was standing there, besides me. She always stand there, no matter what I did. I looked at her, but no words to speak ...

She always knew what I wanted to say. She looked into my eyes, I closed mine. She was again disappointed but this time she lifted her hands. I was embraced by her arms. I knew she knows what to do. She hugged me tightly. Forgiving every pain I gave to her, only she knew that I was feeling pain. I was crying in her arms and 'that one word' came out from my mouth. "SORRY".

Thursday, October 1, 2009

First

First !!!

What sort of title it is? But since this is my first post on blog, I decided to dedicate the title to first . The word "First" always creates a thrill in my mind. I am feeling nostalgic about all the "First's" I ever got in my life. "First Toy", "First Tricycle", "First School", "First Book", "First Pencil Box", "First Pen", "First Bike", "First Crush", "First Love","First Kiss" and the list goes on endlessly.

Just try to remmember all the Firsts you had in your life, I believe you will feel a different feeling of happiness, a smile will come automatically on your face (as I am having on mine :) ), a feeling of satisfaction, a different joy , a sense of acheivement.

For me , "First" always comes as acheivement. I still remember the day when I got the "First Position" in Class 3, for which I got a brand new Bicycle. Have you ever remembered the day when u first used the Fountain Pen in life, I did that in class 6 (as we were allowed to use only pencil till class 5), that first "chinese fountain pen" or "first Pilot Pen", I was feeling that I had grown up :P ... Grown up in class 6 .. any class 5 student was a "bachcha " for me (even class 6 student is bachcha for me now)....

Do u ever remember ur first slap in school... for me it was class 5 (yeah .. I was very decent stundent till that day, and i believe after that also) .. a sense of acheivement in that also ?? yes .. first time i got 3 slaps at same time ... :P

Ohh God !!! She was beautiful. My class 3 class teacher, she was really beautiful although I dont remember her face now. my "first" crush ... Then there were so many many cute little girls with whom I played ... they all are still on my crush list ...

I learnt riding scooter, it was awesome to ride it alone but when I first time rode a bike ... we were three persons sitting on a single bike .." I broke the traffic rule on my first bike ride only :P" .... But then when i got my first Bike .. my Bike ... that awesome beautiful silver colored beauty ... I was just flying all over ... first time I touched 100 kmph ... oomphhh ..... I still feel the thrill of looking at speedometer while accelarating ... I am still feeling like I am in 2nd year of college ....

My first day at college .... First day I met very few people .... and all of them are my very good friends now ... and what a day ... first day I opened my shirt while giving ragging.... welcome to MNIT ....
First Day when I got money while I gave tutions to a 10th class kid .... I earned some money ... I cant express !!!!

There are always a new FIRST in one's life. And its always a new beginning... something so beautiful ... something so thrilling ... something for which one get nostalgic upon in life afterwards ...

This is my "FIRST" post on Blog .... The "First" one ....