तू ही है...

तू है... तू ही है...हाँ तू ही तो है...

गुफ्तगू में, मेरी जुस्तजु में,
तू है, तू ही है...
आबरू में, मेरी आरजू में,
तू है, तू ही तो है...

आन में, मेरी शान में,
तू है, तू ही है...
जान में, मेरे जहान में,
तू है, तू ही तो है...

जज़बात में, हर बात में
तू है, तू ही है...
साथ में, दिन रात में
तू है, तू ही तो है...

नैन में, नैन के चैन में,
तू है, तू ही है...
मेरे ज़हन में, रहन-सहन में,
तू है, तू ही तो है...

विश्वास में, हर एक श्वास में
तू है, तू ही है...
आस में, जीने की प्यास में
तू है, तू ही तो है...

अरमान में, मेरी मुस्कान में,
तू है, तू ही है...
ईमान में, मेरे भगवान में,
तू है, तू ही तो है...

तू है... तू ही है...हाँ तू ही तो है...

Interesting observation !

This is awesome - I bet you didn't know this...

Letters 'a', 'b', 'c' & 'd' do not appear anywhere in the spellings of 1 to 99!!!


(Letter 'd' comes for the first time in Hundred)

Letters 'a', 'b' & 'c' do not appear anywhere in the spellings of 1 to 999!!!


(Letter 'a' comes for the first time in Thousand)

Letters 'b' & 'c' do not appear anywhere in the spellings of 1 to 999,999,999!!!


(Letter 'b' comes for the first time in Billion)

And

Letter 'c' does not appear anywhere in the spellings of entire English Counting !!!!!

I miss those days !!!

As I went into bed last night, going into trance, I realized that "I miss those days!"

Wondering which days I am talking about? Let me try to simplify :)

I miss the days when instead of a full touch screen cellphone in my pocket, there was just one Landline phone in whole neighborhood.

I miss the days when the most revolutionary thing about television was not Satellite DTH TV, LED, LCD but it was DD METRO.

I miss the days when instead of having liberty of watching any show on youtube anytime I want, there was that eager wait for Mahabharat, Chandrakanta, Surabhi and He-Man for a week.

I miss the days when Entertainment didn't mean Multiplexes, XBox, Playstation but it meant going to Kankaria Zoo or thappo(hide & seek) and Langdi :)

I miss the days when there wasn't a USB stick playing Dire Straits in the car in Sony music system, but it was singing some Govinda song while riding a bicycle to school, that I might have heard in the morning on Vividh Bharti.

I miss the days when instead of sitting in office late in the evening, I used to throw away the schoolbag and run away to play cricket in school uniform every evening (mom shouting, of course :) ).

I miss the days when Deadline didn't mean project dates with client's millions hanging on that, it meant homework to be submitted within 5 days which would be 4 short questions on a Hindi Poem.

I miss the days when Sadness didn't mean pieces of a broken heart, it meant getting out on first ball in a daily cricket game in the backyard.

I miss the days when Uttarayan didn't mean trying to manage schedule of office to leave early on 14th Jan, it meant being on terrace every evening from 14th Dec flying kites.

I miss the days when answer to every question was not Google.

I miss the days when instead of getting 3 tennis cricket balls worth more than a hundered bucks to play just for one day with friends, I used to try and convince dad for a couple of weeks to get me a rubber cricket ball(MRI Brand :D) worth Rs 3.

I miss the days when Complexity din't mean client's critical data flowing through an interface within a mesh of the complex systems, it meant remembering dates of the Historic Events.

I miss the days when instead of ordering the peon to get pens whenever required from office stationary, I used to use the same box of pencils for the whole year.

I miss the days when answer to the hunger wasn't Domino's but it was Parle-G.

I miss the days famously knows as, Childhood. I wish, for a day may be, I can be a kid again.

If this blog in any way reminded you of any of the days from your wonderful life and brought even a little smile on your face, I would appreciate if you express it through a comment :)

Wishing you all a happy, Lively, Satisfactory life ahead full of the moments that make life worth living...Cheers...

What do you "really" want to do??

Do I enjoy my job, I thought. And I thought a little more... Probably I do, probably I don't. Actually it is not about "Do I enjoy my job?", it's more about "Is this what I really want to do ?"

May be my thoughts are blurred but just for a moment, hold your thoughts and think in your head, What you are doing is what you really want to do ?

Given a choice, given financial security, given social security, given freedom of doing whatever you want to do and not worry about money, not thinking about "what would people think?" would you continue doing whatever you have been doing so far?
Many of us would not have an affirmative answer to this. At least I don't have. And the ironic part is that, given this option, what would I really like to do? Right now, I do not know that either :) But yeah, I can find that out, I guess.

It is not that I do not love my job. I do. but probably this is not what I really want to do.
Then why still am I doing this? I do not know. When will I get to know the answer to this why? May be, never ??!!??!!

P.S. : When you say I work for living, don't you forget to Live after working?? Worth a thought?

First time, talking about "Not Talking" :-)

How important is it to express our thoughts in spoken words? Ever wondered??? I din't ever until today when doctor suggested at least 48 hours of speechless life to cure swelling on my vocal cords. It seemed pretty "no big deal" when he first said that. But it is hardly 4 hours now and I am starting to feel uneasy already. Almost without speaking a word in 4 hours (when not sleeping of course) is a tough thing to do, I tell you guys!!! phewhh!!

I had heard of Meditations, self hypnoses, self reinvention courses where you are given exercises of keeping mum for a couple of days or so to get inside you, know yourself, make yourself a better person etc etc.. I never knew it could be this tough.

Right now I realize how much time and effort do I waste(?) talking (sometimes - or mostly) crap :) Today I have been resisting and avoiding my temptation to speak out at different situations in office; be it pulling leg of a colleague, some official discussions or just singing along a song. There are noises around in office, the usual ones, phones ringing, people talking on speaker phone (gosh, I hate that noise) , air conditioner, coffee machine, cars honking on road nearby.... But I can feel some weird silence within. I even notice the sound of typing keyboard; am I going nuts here?? :)

I have been chatting on messenger with a friend sitting besides me, with whom I usually have gem of a time with flurry of PJs and fun. I miss that already! :(


But looking at it from a positive perspective, one, i get to have a better throat at the end of this (hopefully); and two, in the meantime I may get some time just with myself because the only place where I can speak out, scream out loud is.... my mind :) otherwise there's that "zip on my lip".

Blog being one of the best ways to express thoughts, here is the post... :)

P.S. : I would suggest, this is worth a try guys. Try not speaking out for a day, I say! ;)

Do "NOT" remove your shoes here...

This is a snap a friend of mine clicked at a temple.

Now, to give the fun of the whole thing; for those who don't understand the language, the board besides the dustbin says "Do not remove your shoes here" :)

Additionally, the last word that the dustbin is partially hiding is "NOT"! Which makes the board say(and probably misguide ;)) "Do remove your shoes here" :)

Just thought of sharing this for fun sake!

Indian Ocean Rocks!!!

It was not just another evening when I, along with some friends, went for a live show of a "premium Indian band" - Indian Ocean !

Right from the first note Rahul played on the Bass Guitar till the very last note of "Are ruk jaa re Bande" was a thorough experience of a world outside this world! One can't stand still when some geniuses play their own compositions like Kandisa, Ma Rewa, Hille Le, Leaving Home...and many many self-beaters....One of the compositions they played was for a movie called "Bhoomi" which never released. But I say, damn the movie guys, just get the tracks...It was awesome! Also to mention, a song called "Bondhu" which wasn't in one of the languages that I understand...I loved it so much, it proves, yet again, that Music has no language! It is just a way to be closer to Almighty...

The bass guitarist Rahul Ram and Lead guitarist & founder of the band Sumit Sen were just breath-taking. Their command over their instruments, their involvement, their passion for what they do (the best), their enjoyment , their commitment, their belief could be seen, and more than seen, felt, even from far.

One of the few evenings that I would never, and would not even like to, forget for a long long time....

Their music, each song makes you feel closer to some invisible positive energy. Divine! Only true and pure souls can give birth to such sounds.

Long Live Indian Ocean! God Bless! Ameen !

बूँद बूँद...

बूँद बूँद कर बरसी बरखा, आज शाम कुछ नटखट है,
कुदरत का अंदाज़ तो देखो, जो बदल रही करवट है ..

बूंदों से वो याद जो आए, मन बावरा मचला जाए,
मचला मन कोई गीत जो गाए, सुर कैसे मिला पाऊ मैं ??
सुर बिना अब क्या मैं गाऊ, क्या मन में, किस को बतलाऊ,
बारिश समझे मुझको, बरसे, जैसे बरसा जाऊ मैं ...

फिर से आज कोई फूल खिलेगा, जब बादल धरती से मिलेगा,
तीनका बूँद पी कर जी लेगा, समा ये देखता जाऊ मैं...
चातक की चाह को जल मिलेगा, मेघधनूश अब और खिलेगा,
खिल कर तेरे दिल से मिलेगा, हाँ, यही तो बस चाहूँ मैं...

बूँद बूँद कर बरसी बरखा, आज शाम कुछ नटखट है,
कुदरत का अंदाज़ तो देखो, जो वो बदल रही करवट है ..

An experience of the lifetime...

Some memories are meant to be as fresh as you can imagine. One of such memories, is I feel like sharing today..

Just the day before, prelim exams of my higher secondary board had finished. After many sleepy reading nights and alarm-awaking mornings, I was in a mood of sleeping and waking up without an alarm ring... whenever I wake up..however I wake up..I dint care that day.. I dint expect that to be so soon though. And leave aside "so soon", the way i woke up, i could not have imagined in my weirdest dream.

Early in the morning at around 8.30 am, my bed was moving to and fro..i could literally listen to it hitting the wall in trance. I couldn't figure out was it my dream, was it the alarm? what was it? It took me few seconds and shouts from people around to realize that it was an Earthquake...

Earthquake..how does it feel like? how does it sound like? how does it look like? how does it experience like? i had only heard sometime on TV or may be in some science magazines like Safari ( "Budhdhishaali balako mate nu magazine"- Gujaratis will understand this; the rest, never mind.). Actually it wasn't even too hard to realize that "This was the One!".

It took just about 5 seconds to get out of sleep mode to rush mode. Everyone was rushing to the stairs...to get down to ground floor..to get down to earth... I joined the rush..on my way to joining the party, i saw milk spilled all over in my kitchen.. crockery falling over from the showcase...and what not.

Everyone was horrified..but this wasn't it! As I came out of the building in open space, what I saw in front of me was devastating.. A 10 storied building falling like a sand palace....A 10 storied building was turned into a 3 storied pile of stones and cement within no time...within no time at all... There must have been at least a hundred people in that building. A hundred lives...A thousand dreams..all coming under a pile in a minute without any intimation...without any fault of theirs ! Every person standing on the road besides the destroyed building, amazed, must had a thought in his mind at least once that "it could be me under that mountain of concrete". I had not related myself to being dead more closer ever than that day.

As the time passed by it was getting bigger and bigger and more frightening. News coming from other parts of the state were even more shocking. Whole city of Bhuj was heard to have flattened to this 1 minute of dance of nature. People were preferring to be at some place where they can see the sky above them instead of the ceiling of their home. The ceiling which they considered "the safe home sweet home" a few hours back. The ceiling of home, to build which they had probably poured their life's earnings. they were ready to give it up for their life that day.Even later, Aftershocks kept people frightened enough not to enter any concrete structures for days.

Who would ever imagine a day to start this way? how many days of one's life stand at this point after 10 minutes of waking up? hardly any..right? It was a real Shocker!

This is what you call An experience of the lifetime, don't you?

Optimist or Pessimist ?!?

THE WORST IS YET TO COME !

Is this a view of an Optimist or a Pessimist ?