anubhuti

Milkshakes

2006-05-15T19:50:00.000-07:00

Daydream, delusion, limousine, eyelash / Oh baby with your pretty face / Drop a tear in my wineglass / Look at those big eyes / See what you mean to me / Sweet-cakes and milkshakes / I'm a delusion angel / I'm a fantasy parade / I want you to know what I think / Don't want you to guess anymore / You have no idea where I came from / We have no idea where we're going / Lodged in life / Like branches in a river/ Flowing downstream / Caught in the current / I'll carry you / You'll carry me / That's how it could be / Don't you know me? / Don't you know me by now?

-A poem from "Before Sunrise"

PD'S BOOKSHOP

2006-05-11T05:05:00.000-07:00

I was eating my bread,
With a poised and tranquil head.

Suddenly I heard a door-ring.
Someone is at the door by the name, ”Bing”.

He told me that my bookstore caught fire,
It felt as I am burning on my pyre.

I was sad and dumbfounded,
Everything I have, is now grounded.

I can not imagine my life without books.
I still remembered those weird looks.

The look, people gave me when I left my job,
With nothing, but a vision to start “PD’S BOOKSHOP”.

Everyone at that time was against me,
But I have confidence and believe in thee.

Initially, I had some problems regarding place,
But then it started, and started in full phase.

I was very happy and excited in my heart.
Finally, I followed my voice and my heart.

But today, everything fell apart,
My world has shattered into bits and parts.

Alas! I only want one wish from god,
That, “Give me power and will to stand against all odds”.

- PD

Is it just me or is everything shit?

2006-05-10T00:40:00.000-07:00

There was time when I was really happy, but today, it seems to me that I am just feigning my nonchalance. Now I search for excuses to get ecstatic. Why I do it? … When I saw people sleeping on pathways then I feel satisfied that at least I have a home and a mattress to sleep…I never think like this before…Is it happening only with me or is it now a general phenomenon? …I don’t know and I don’t want to know either because If I realize something which I don’t want to confront then it will only increases my conflicts. But then I remembers Benjamin Franklin quote - “knowing is better than wondering, waking is better than sleeping, and even the biggest failure, even the worst, beat the hell out of never trying”…So I guess it would be better if I know rather than always wander to find the truth…

What I write and What I don't....

2006-05-07T11:27:00.000-07:00

There is not much difference between what I write and what I don’t…both have not much essence…both have nothing much to comment about…both are born because I have lot of time to think…both should not be disclosed to public…both have not much life....so while reading my posts whenever you feel that I should have written something else…then always remember the first line of this post….

Why poems?

2006-05-07T11:16:00.000-07:00

Why I always write poems even when I was sure that the poem is not that much appreciated by many persons…because as far as prose is concerned you have to have a good topic, a good flow and a good style of writing…also when you write a prose then you will be satisfied only after getting some good comments…whereas for me poem means just a thought in a rhythmic style…and you become happy by just writing the poem and you don’t have to wait for the comments...but when you do get comments and something like “ poem mein jyada samajh nahi pata” …then it feel like heaven… so do peak through my blog time and again for some good/bad rhythmic thoughts….and remember comments only inspire me to write more...and I know that you want to read some good poems..so keep commenting...

A game called life....

2006-04-21T20:57:00.000-07:00

I was sitting alone

in a beach unknown

with some feelings known

which can not be shown.

Thinking about the life

what a mysterious drive

with lots of choice

a journey to rejoice.

It gives you some pain

some loss & some gain

at times it is dull & mundane

other times it is adventure insane.

You just have to play the game

with no identity but just the name

don't think of money, power or fame

just enjoy the life with pride and no shame.

-PD

Girl with pearl ear-rings

2006-04-21T01:55:00.000-07:00

The stars has lost its charm
The moon is also not calm

What happened?…I don’t know
Everywhere there is fog and snow

Oh! There comes a beautiful girl
in pink top & ear-rings with pearl

On seeing her brilliance I feel the change
The moon , the stars & I act so strange

I can’t tell you how they feel
But I have weird emotions to seal

She said, “ Hi”…my heart says “ Oh! Boy”
“This is your chance to enjoy”

She told me that she forgot her way
what she don’t know is she made my day

After listening me for a while
She said in a different style

“Thank- you”…”now I should go”
In my heart a voice says “God! No”

Oh! What a girl with pearl ear-ring!
Her memories always makes me smile & sing.

-PD

Get a life...

2006-04-18T19:37:00.000-07:00

There are moments in life when you believe in something and u believe to such an extent that even if your believes betray you, you don’t stop believing and unconsciously think that it may happen…anyway this is not what I wanted to write …Today I wanted to raise an issue of life…”why everybody desire things what others have”… is it because of greed or is it because they think that in this way they can blame someone whom they don’t know, I mean god…Why ‘I’ crave for things what others have?.. Because I think that by this I will always be sad and that’s what I want to be…. unhappy ….and in fact I may also afraid of being contented or being happy and not only me, many of you also wants to be sad and this is not bad… just we have different taste, that’s all…I don’t hate this …what I hate is, when people pretend to be, what they are not…when people want to be sad but still don’t want to show it to world…when people think, what others may think if he accept the fact, that he wants to cry…I will tell you what world may feel…world will feel nothing for you and this is the truth….nobody cares for u so much …although somebody always show u that they care but the truth is they just happen to do what they are expected to do…they do it unknowingly so how their feeling matters…nobody cares for u unless that care give them something in return even if that return is as simple as “ thank-you”….so start hating yourself because god is unfair…start comparing yourself with others…and please don’t think logically otherwise you may find something which justifies this unfairness….start being sad….lets see who the hell going to stop you from crying or from being sad…it’s a different taste acquire it and feel proud of it…get a life pal…get a life…

The above thought is a fictional one...the thinking is done by professionals so don't try it at home....please ignore it not because it is a fiction but because someone committed suicide on thinking along the same line...

Life is not a game....

2006-03-28T06:50:00.000-08:00

when you feel that you the most unlucky creature in this world...when your thinking belongs to one central theme " life's purpose"..when you feel that I shud have done that... When you feel that world is not fair ... when you feel that what you want is just an expression of your current frustration..when you feel that world is full of useless creatures and you are one of them...when you want to change your destiny..when you start sharing these dreams with your friends and when they ridiculed you, you get annoyed...when you think that there is something which is waiting for you...there is a goal which wants to be discovered by you...when you really feel the pain of continuing your current job, work, activity or whatever...when you feel that everything indicates something but you don't know that thing...when you feel that world is conspiring to help you to find ur calling...when you feel that you can be the one who can take that extra step to find out the unknown...when you feel that you are ready to take the world in any shape or size...when you feel that you can write something interesting like this...then think again....

WISHES

2006-03-24T21:42:00.000-08:00

I wished I was a musician, but I was highly strung;
I wished I was a physician, but I was scared of the pneumonitis in my lung;

I wished I was a dancer, but I couldn’t hop a step;
I wished I was a lancer, but I didn’t get pep;

I wished I was a pilot, but I could not fly high;
I wish I was an executive, but I could not even put on a tie;

I wished I was in submarines, but I could not dive;
I wished I was a hunter, but I was scared of an ant alive;

I wished I was an engineer, but in my thoughts I couldn’t cement;
All I could do in the end was to sit and lament;

I wished I was this and I wished I was that;
But over my thoughts I slept only like a bat.

Today I know where exactly I did go wrong.
My wishes were fine but my heart not so strong.

My friend from me, do take little advice.
Before you waste your time think once, twice and thrice,

Make hay whilst the sun shines
You’ll surely reach the sky like the tall thee pines.

SOUTHAFRICANARY

2006-03-12T09:05:00.000-08:00

I want to play Cricket…chalo seedhe padai karo …cricket khelenge laatshahab…

This was the reaction when I told my parents that I want to be a cricketer….now after seeing today’s game they surely feel guilty of not allowing me to play and choose cricket as my career….By the way for those who still don’t make sense of my words, today Australia made 434 runs in a one day cricket….yes a world record, can you believe it…in 50 overs 434…8.68 runs per over…that too against South Africa not against some minnows like Kenya…Poor South Africa no….So when South Africa was going back to pavilion for the lunch Commentators are thinking the same and they were not to blame either…with this target only a insane can think of something positive….. but South Africa team is like full of insane craziest creatures…why…because they chose not to minimize the gap of defeat rather what they have done is made a world record…stumped….ha ha…yes they slaughtered Australians…They surpassed 434 and made 438 ….now stop saying F***…no no it’s not extraordinary…..because there is no word for this type of victory…in fact now for these type of performance a new word should be used southafricanary....I am now thinking that I should have chosen cricket as my career….

Be a Rebel...

2006-03-10T12:02:00.000-08:00

Zindagi jeene ke do hi tareeke hote hain ya to jo ho raha hai hone do... bardasht karte raho... ya fir jimmedari uthao use badalne ki....

There always comes a time when you feel that you should take the stand and take the responsibility to change the course of your life…but then we are not that strong enough…Today, I have not taken that stand yet, but yes I have conveyed my dilemmas and frustrations to my reporting officer with full details…although I was bit aggressive but it always need a dhamaka to wake up a dead person…after the much heated discussion I was thinking of saying sorry but then I realized that I have said the truth so didn’t apologized…You might portray me as somebody who got attitude problems …So what….I got attitude and I am happy to live with that profile…. I sometimes feel that I should quit but then I can’t …Why not….just because, then at every interview or interaction, I always have to justify my career gap…and then I may also not get what I actually want…although I can handle that also, but then the pressure from colleagues, seniors, family, and lot of unknown faces makes me weak… you might think that one should not think about all these but then I am a normal human being with an attitude…I am not that extraordinary bond and I have more or less already written my course of life ..So it takes time to erase that path first and then rewrite something new… I am looking forward to that dawn when I wake up at six and feel excited for a cause….Hopefully that dawn will knock soon …

If there's magic in boxing it's the magic of fighting battle beyond endurance, beyond cracked ribs, ruptured kidneys and detached retinas.It's the magic of risking everything for a dream that nobody sees but you....

Pleasure in Pain

2006-02-13T09:43:00.000-08:00

Sometimes you think about doing something and in your inner self you are very well aware that it's impossible...and suddenly with your first try you make possible the impossible...It feels wonderful… I along with my five friends have achieved just that… We completed 21 km Delhi Half Marathon in less than 2 hrs and 30 min....and yes it feels like heaven ...although due to that we have to take a break from office as our body hurts very bad...But now I understand how a pain can give you pleasure...

Two strangers

2006-02-09T10:23:00.000-08:00

Two strangers walking together

Don’t know the exact direction to go
Don’t know the perfect way to follow

They don’t much like each other
Don’t look like sis and brother

But they surely going somewhere
They surely moving in high gear

Sometimes with their open eyes
Sometimes with their vision wide

Sometimes they look more clued-up
Sometimes they just get messed up

Sometimes they seems to wander
Sometimes they're ready to surrender

I don’t know why they not talk
Why not together they walk

This is the poem of strangers
You go and get some calendars…::D

Oh no...Not again

2006-02-07T11:53:00.000-08:00

The so called breathtaking Indo - Pak series inching towards a big bore. Let’s imagine that you are watching a suspense movie and it’s the climax scene, somewhat like this...the gate is slowly opening…. you are seeing the shadow of the serial killer… you saw his shoes…his belt …his shirt…blood is flowing from his arms …you saw his chin…and then suddenly …..the power cut. How you feel then. The same frustration I felt on Monday when Mr. BAD LIGHT come and spoils the whole game. Even the winner i.e. the Pakistan team was not very happy with the way match turned out.

Anyway…..Let’s hope that the next match will give the people of both nations the same orgasmic delight as it did on some previous occasions.

I stop burning the white sticks

2006-01-27T12:06:00.000-08:00

I quit smoking….yes I did not smoke for last 15 hrs....nahi yaar! this time I will surely do....

How many times you heard of this and then how many times you told the quitter that its not going to happen…at least I told that several times and sometimes I became so much frustrated after listening this same dialogue again and again that I can’t explain. Actually I think the person, who wants to quit, has to quit for his own sake not for other’s sake. Its very difficult to quit if you desire to quit because of others…Does somebody tell me why they even started smoking…I am sure I will not get any genuine answers and in fact sometimes they also ask themselves the same question. But then after searching for answers they come to a stage and say to himself “ what the hell…” and light one more white stick…Come-on if you intend to quit then you have to first understand that you started it just for fun and now the fun part is over. So get away with it

Also one more thing is if a guy does not smoke for first few hours then he make an announcement that he quit smoking…oh Christ! if you think of never smoking again then just do it…I don’t care…Off course I want them to quit but if they make so much fuss about it then go to hell and at least don’t bore others with it…

I have written this just to help some of my friends in quitting the white sticks...I hope they understand because sometimes you have to knock at right place to create a sound...

My first blog

2006-01-25T10:57:00.000-08:00

It was the greatest sensation of existence: not to trust, but to know

- Ayn Rand in 'Atlas Shrugged'

I wasted quite a long time in figuring out the topic for my first blog, actually I told one of my friends that I will write on “what should I do with my life” but then I decided that the first blog should be close to the heart. So I am starting my first blog with the thing which is so close to my heart that if it goes away then I will get a heart attack. So here disclosing it for the first time and that too in front of everybody that I LOVE BOOKS. So initially I will devote my blogs to books and as I mature into a good blogger then I will take other topics as well.

As I want everybody to read good books because writers seriously put lot of their efforts into their books and if the book is not read by many people then the writer may get demoralized and the world looses the opportunity to be blessed by the beautiful words ( same logic goes with movies). So through my blogs I encourage people to read some of my favourite books.

Oh god! Look into the logic…Are you a writer?
No I am not a writer and regarding my logic – it is my logic if you feel it’s good then read further and if you don’t then there is no point in reading further because I am not going to prove my logic.

So who decide what is good and what is not?

As it’s my blog so obviously I will decide here but if you read a book recommended by me and in case you don’t like that book then you can send me your comments then I will take up your comments in my next blog and I tell that to people and let people be the best judge afterwards.

One thing I hate is that some people comment on books even if they never heard of them. I seriously hate those people so please make sure that you first read the book and then comment. As a matter of policy, I will not entertain any comments which imply that the person, who is commenting, did not read the book.

On this note I start my maiden journey into blogging... So the first book I am going to write about is one of my favorites book

Lust for life

One of my favorites and I think this book deserves to be read by each and every reader as it is so good that once you finished it you will surely go to bookshop and ask for more books by Irving stone(Author).The book is a fictional biography of one of the greatest painter in European art history. The book is about an art dealer who is so good in selling arts but left at the peak of his career not to find out his true passion but to woo his love. It’s a story of a man who cut his ear to gift it to a hooker. It’s a story of a man who has a little success in his lifetime but today whose paintings are one of the most expensive paintings in the world. It’s a story of passion. It’s a story of madness. It’s a story of struggle. It’s a story of love. It’s a story of misery. It’s a story of art. It’s a story of Van Gough.