V r connected...

V r connected...

I think of a song in my mind...

U start singing and I feel we are connected.

I want to hear from you...

Suddenly my cell rings and I feel we are connected.

Unlocking dreams...

The hazy world of dreams...

Some say dreams are what we think about whole day, some say it’s what we want to achieve in the present, some connect it to the uncertain la-la land of future. Whatever it is there is some murkiness in it and there can never be a perfect answer to the gates of mind.

Why we see dreams?? There is a lot of speculation regarding dreams and their origin. Are they a way to erase those sensory impressions or ideas that were not fully worked up during the day or in plain words is it just a removal of junk from our brains? Do these dreams help in strengthening of semantic information stored in brain and thereby help in linking up distant memories??

Worry is the dark-room where 'negatives' develop...

Mind : A galloping horse...

Lots I have in mind, lots I wanna say...

But when I try to, everything fades away.

Introspection, retrospection, circumspection...

Too much inspection I guess,

Solitude, seclusion and isolation,

Why everything seems a mess??

Cooking is not alchemy; there is no magic in the pot...

Mum’s kitchen...

We all either work or will soon work in top-notch companies, MNC’s, corporate sectors or government sectors. How many of these companies or sectors work with 6-σ strategy?? To be factual the number of companies working under 6-σ is analogous to the amount of salt we put in a whole collation. But one of the ubiquitous non-profit making firms running 24 X 7 with 6-σ precision is mum’s kitchen. Hardly ever food gets undercooked or overcooked; on just an odd occasion something goes waste and once in a blue moon the blend of spices goes out of proportion. Such well researched strategies are still arduous, onerous, strenuous to implement in firms and on the contrary it’s being done so effortlessly by our mother’s, the cordon bleus.

Lost...

Am I in a lost generation??

It’s as if I suddenly woke up from my profound sleep and the world turned on its head. Everything looked different and everything meant different. Have I slept so much that I have slipped into a past generation??

Every time I try to update myself to state-of-the-art generation a new one pops up as if mocking my efforts. Sometimes it feels as if I am sitting in a bowl of bursting popcorn's and being atomosophobic. Forestalling every burst as the last one to pacify my phobia, one more corn jumps up in the air to jeer at me.

Why only dream when you can carve your future...

Never give up...

Why to tweet when you can roar...

Why to creep when you can soar...

Why to be tranquil when you can fizz up...

Never give up, never give up, never give up.

Feat of a seat...

What’s in a seat...?

Ever since mankind started taking silhouette, a strange connection started to develop between the seat and the human race. Love for the seat has exponentially amplified ever since. A seat is just a support to our heavy ass or it has a greater implication in our lives? Like every action has an equal and opposite reaction as far as the physical world is concerned, every single action in our life is also connected to some or the other form of seat. Nahi samjhe? Aao samjhata hu...

I'll be there for you...

My world is incomplete without you...

You mean the world to me...with you everything is bright and breezy...the music is no sweeter when you are far away from me...my morning is hollow, if it starts without a glimpse at your face when you are sleeping innocently...

I will ensure my touch is tender when I wake you up, just like I touch a delicate tower of playing cards...my observation power is futile if I don’t notice the silky tresses of yours when you have just got up and you gently place them back behind your ears...I am a fool if I don’t enjoy reading the back half of the news paper while you read the front...I am as feeling less as a stone if I don’t notice the care with which you push your coffee mug towards me, so that we can share it as one...I am stupid if I don’t notice that you need water, after an overcooked breakfast which I prepared and you still have a tranquil smile on your lips, just for me...I am unworthy of you if I don’t relish every single moment of being with you on hours and hours and hours of shopping, even though I detest it the most...

A tree will still forgive you...

चौराहे पर एक पेड़ बड़ा है...
देखो कैसे मदमस्त खड़ा है|

कभी बना यह किसी का बचपने में यार...

तो कभी देखा इसने जवानी का प्यार|
कभी बना राहगीर का शरण स्थल...
तो बना कभी किसी की उलझी पहेली का हल|

When you change your thoughts, the world around you changes...

Why,Why,Why??  

Many times in life we come across situations where we introspect. I think we all do it a lot whether we agree to it or not. Many times there are situations where the unanswered things in life suddenly get an answer. We face a challenge and we are sure that it’s something we won’t be able to do and it just happens and we complete it somehow. Some hidden force drives us and we just don’t know how things happen. If you ponder over it again you do feel that it was not possible on that very moment but its mysterious how things connected and finalized. You might have said many times that “yar pata nahi kaise ho gaya...bas ho gaya!” And there is no answer to it because to understand someone in a situation, you need to be in that situation.

The god of big things!

Commit all your crimes when Sachin is batting. They will go unnoticed because even the Lord is watching...

SACHIN RAMESH TENDULKAR...

On 15^th November a small boy, both in stature and repute, walked down the pitch at National Stadium of Karachi, Pakistan. The foot movement was shaky and the nerves were boiling with the blood gushing through them, made survival even more challenging. The world’s most fierce bowling attack was all set to take on him and life turned out to be a lot more demanding, than it actually is, for a 16 year old teenager. Just being a child prodigy was not enough and his stumps were soon rattled by a Waqar Younis beauty on a meagre score of 15.

Hospital...

डूबते की नैया पार लगाने वाला...अस्पताल...

हमें बीमारी से आज़ादी दिलाने वाला यह स्वतंत्रता सेनानी है फिर भी सबके डर का कारण होता है| मरीज़ का इलाज दवा से नहीं बल्कि बिल ज्यादा आ जाने के डर से ही हो जाता है| ज्यादा परेशान वह बीमारी से नहीं बल्कि आने वालों की भीड़ से होता है| नींद की तलाश में जैसे ही मरीज़ निकलता है उसकी दुखती नब्ज़ पर कोई हाथ रख देता है| उसकी परेशानी से भरी कहानी का एक और खरीददार वहाँ आ पड़ता है| उनके साथ आया शोर शराबा, बच्चों की चिल्लेपों, फ़ोन की घंटियाँ, जब लाख समझाने पर भी नहीं बंद होती तो आखिर मन मसोस के मरीज़ मुट्ठी भींच कर पड़ा रहने के अलावा क्या कर सकता है|

Train ka safar...

ट्रेन का सफ़र...

ट्रेन का सफ़र हमेशा ही कुछ दिलचस्प सा होता है| लाखों लोगों को अपनी गोदी में बैठा कर एक छोटे बच्चे की तरह इस ट्रेन ने हमेशा ही हमें अपनों से करीब करवाया है| लोग भले ही अनजाने हों और गिनती में कई सारे पर उनके बीच बातों का एक ऐसा पुल बंध जाता है जो हमेशा ही किसी फ़िल्मी कहानी सा प्रतीत होता है| जैसे की हर फ़िल्मी कहानी में एक हीरो, एक हेरोइन और एक विल्लैन होता है तथा हीरो हेरोइन को आखिर में ले उड़ता है वैसे ही इस कहानी की पटकथा भी जाने पहचाने मोड़ लेती है| यह सारा वार्तालाप एक बहती नदी के बहाव सा होता है जिसका रुख सिर्फ एकतरफा होता है| जब कोई दो मुसाफिर आमने सामने हों और उनके बीच वार्तालाप किसी विषय का मोहताज हो तो सबसे पहले मौसम की बातें की जाती हैं|

When the times are wrong..

I know when the times are wrong...
You sing the familiar panic song.

When the future looks not so bright...
There lies a solution within sight.
When all you do goes in vain...
but no one has heard your pain,
you forget the things in your lap
and under the tension you do snap.
When the world around seems so tight...
All you do is begin to fight.

A tale of 4 years at NIT-W...

Lite hai...

I was an innocent kid when I joined this college and now I see myself as a completely transformed person. The unforgettable experiences I had here can never be portrayed in words, but only can be felt. The late night jaagna, ‘the hot steamy chai and sutta combo’ at cafti, the protracted and quickly passing night outs, then the breakfast with the first light at kazipet when the world is slumbering and only few rooms in NIT Warangal are still boiling with light. Words can never make you feel what fun we had but yes at least I can take a crack at it. It’s about how one meets suddenly on sum arbitrary place and connects through a religion... called NIT-W...

A story you will remember forever..

friends this is my first day at blogging..and i present you with a beautiful story..if people like it il continue it the next day..so plz gimme ur comments !

Love never blossomed ... a twisted saga of love friendship !

1) The day they met

After so many days of long hard work suddenly Arun had all the time in the world. Just a few days back he gave IIT, AIEEE and many other exams. I am not talking of rocket science and if you are from India you know it well that everyone in this country dreams his or her child to be either an engineer or a doctor. Every Indian mother prays the same thing again and again when she sits for her morning pooja. Bribing is common here, so common that all Hindu gods or goddess especially god Ganesha is bribed by Indian mothers. God Ganesha I will give you a kilo of your favourite modaks, but I want my son to be an engineer. Did you notice the “but”?