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Movie Review Eklavya

2007-02-25T03:33:00.000-08:00

Movie Review: EKlavya (Hindi Movie)
Bollywood movie Eklavya review.
Starring: Amitabh Bachchan, Sharmila Tagore, Sanjay Dutt, Vidya Balan, Riya Sen, Boman Irani, Jackie Shroff, Jimi Shergil, Parikshit Sahni and Saif Ali Khan

Hindi movie Eklavya review: Pathetic. The movie is a complete waste of time. Vino Vinod Chopra is a madman and he should not direct any movie, if this is his class. And I am shocked by the media responses. Perhaps, the media is more into entertainment than news.

In one line:
It is a crime to make a movie like Eklavya.

Super hit movie: Adharma

2006-03-22T16:29:00.000-08:00

The plot: Apna man, John Abraham is the son of a minister at the centre govt. He is smart, good looking and educated but is spoilt. His friend Sushant Singh is also a son of a politician turned don. Both went to a high profile restaurant, where liquor is served illegally. Our own lovely Bipasha is an aspiring model and has just got a few small breaks in the advertisement of a famous undergarment brand. She is working at the same restaurant as a waiter to fetch some extra money.

One night apna man with his side kick went to this bar and start having fun there. Soon apna man caught sight of this beautiful lady (Bipasha) serving liquor at one counter. He goes there and asks for a glass of whisky and soon...

Wait... it is the perfect time for an item song. Imagine our lady in swimsuit at a Malaysian beach, coming out of sea and apna man, topless of course, is flirting with her... Anu Malik help us.

Coming to reality, our lady tells apna man that it's late and he must pay for the liquor as there will no more serving after this time. Apna man insists for one more drink and our lady serves him one. They are talking decently with each other and it seems like our lady is also interested in apna man. The bar is packed with men of all ages and young women.

Apna man, soused with alcohol and of that dream asks for a date with our lady. Our lady laughs and tells him that she is engaged with another man, our hero Akshay Kumar, who is brilliant software professional with a very promising career.

All the dreams of apna man are shattered and he asks for one more whisky, at which our lady refuses. Apna man insists and they start a verbal fight. One thing lead to another and apna man, heart broken and in rage pull out his 32 caliber imported pistol and threatens to kill our lady. Our lady, in spite of working at an illegal bar and having no moral responsibility (or even sense) starts preaching of good and bad and did not server him the liquor.

This whole scene was intimidating enough for the men and women in the bar and they started panicking and shouting. Somebody tries to call the police. At this very moment our side kick pulls out his pistol and fires at the telephone receiver and he along with his 5 other accomplices threatens everybody in the bar to be quiet and remain at their places.

Apna man catches our lady by wrist and pulls her towards him to force her to get him one more peg. At this our lady, like any other abala sati savitri, slaps him in face. This was enough and nothing more can stop apna man now. He starts abusing our lady verbally and slaps her in face twice and jumps over the counter, pushes our lady on ground and rapes her at gun point. It's not enough; the side kick also joins him.

After this heinous act when our lady threatens them to report this to police, apna man pulls
out his gun and shots her at point blank range at her temple. There is a pin drop silence. Times stops and everyone is aghast.

The side kick comes to his senses and pulls apna man out of the bar and all they flee.
Police comes and the routine is followed and based on the eye 12 eye witnesses and the dead body, arrests apna man along with all his 6 accomplices.

Our hero, who was on a business trip to South Korea rushes back to India. He has complete faith in the law and is hopeful that the culprits will be punished properly by the law.
However, the fathers, Amitabh Bachchan and Sayaji Shinde, of apna man and his side kick use their powers and money to buy out or threaten all the witnesses. Even the investigating officer, Yashpal Sharma (I am fan of his dialogue delivery) is a corrupt one and helps them in destroying the evidences and all the culprits are acquitted.

Our hero then takes law in his hand and kills all of the culprits.
(This part and the climax are under construction).

Thisis the plot of the new movie Adharma. Action packed, glamor and having one rape scene, this movie is going to be a blockbuster. Any takers?

Anjane The unknowns

2006-03-22T16:24:00.000-08:00

Seems like the Bollywood is doing a very noble job these days. They have taken the responsibility of eradicating the age old and perpetual illiteracy. How? Look at the titles these days. Hindi/Urdu title with the rendition.

Or looking at it the other way, they think that we, the masses, are so vulnerable that they can befool us with any crap. Above titled flick is another example of a pathetic project by bollywood. The only thing to watch in this movie is Helen's performance. Being once a diva and hearthrobs of millions of Indian movie watchers, she ofcourse created a news with her appearance in Mohabbatein. Here also, once again you can see a legend. And yeah, one more thing you would like to watch if I tell you. You will find Manisha Koirala shaking her hips with Sanjay kapoor in a song, wordings of which I can't recall. Just a sec, it was like "Ishq Ishq..."

A stolen plot mixed with Indian (read 'bollywood') spices of sultry models (read 'actresses'), some hip hop music with absurd lyrics is the current formula for Bollywood. I always thought that if the bollywood movies were shorter in length, say of one hour duration, they could have been much better but watching this one I can say for sure that there is huge cash (=finance) to squander away as nobody is going to fall for this formula. The ones who do are absolute idle and can do anything, just anything to be engaged.
So please find some other method to waste you valuable time than watching to this bogus, low-level and unentertaining produce.

On a detailed note:
Music: Meager
Acting performances: lowly
Special effects: Age old, if there were any
Sound: Lowly
Direction: If it is anyway similar to project management then fire this guy

Saturday Trek

2005-05-23T00:01:00.000-07:00

To get up early in the morning itself is a big deal and that too at 4:30am and after a mammoth round of beer the previous night is a complete no-no. But thanks to a smart deal (by me) and another big thanks to the inventor of the snooze alarm (no need to thanks Peter Henlein again) that made me get out of my dreamland in time. I don’t want to mention all those feelings, obstacles, procrastinations (???) and troubles of getting up early in the morning. You all know that well.

5 am was the time decided to meet my companion Naved, with whom I was going to start this expedition. After a quick breakfast (I don’t know why I felt like having one before a trek) I gave Naved a call at 4:50, expecting that he would already be leaving his apartment. He picked up the phone after a long ring (must have been busy with daily chores) and told a hello in a very husky voice. That was the moment my intuition told me that some of the (my) stars are not in the right places. The conversation was vaguely like this.
Me: "Good morning, are you ready?" (As it was already 4:50)
N: "Good morning, yeah! But the time fixed is 5am"
Me: (Wondering what does that mean? or are 10 minutes too much for him?) "Yeah, it is. So come down"
N: "I will, but why did you wake me up so early?"
Me: (I knew by the sleepiness in the voice itself that something is wrong. Still, being polite.) "Early? What time is it?"
N: "Its not even 4:30" (And I was cursing Henlein this time).

The rest is history. Oh no, don’t think that we gave up. But the chances were enough. Anyway, we started at 5:35am and used a taxi to get to the base. There were 3 known routes, the East gate, the South gate and the doubtful Main gate. We started from the main gate and within 15 minutes, as expected (not by us) lost our way. Any of you who have been to any trek (not with concrete pathway) knows well what does losing your way mean. But they also say that when trekking gets tough, the tough (read "trekking-morons") decide to follow any track that looks like a path, be it some crushed grass or a rocky cascade and we chose the latter.

Fortunately there wasn’t a trace of water and I know well how slippery the rocks are when there's water running down the fall. (Makes me remember of Bhimashanker trek in Sahyadris, near Mumbai). Crossing the fallen trees, climbing big rocks, getting bruises (at least I got few) from the bushes and taking pictures (yeah, that was the only time, till then, we felt like doing something worthy) we climbed for around half an hour when Naved felt (Having a GOOD feeling during a trek like this is not only beneficial but also quite necessary) that he found the actual path somewhere down the left of our current path. But the hard thing was to get on to it as it seemed to be at the end of the hill and the clay was quite loose. So he went ahead in search of the ACTUAL path and disappeared while I waited. Suddenly I heard a "mil gaya (got it)" which rejoiced me so much that I literally started humming "Koi mil gaya" song from a bollywood movie. All this time our only inspiration was the partial glimpse of the tower at the top of the hill and also the trees that were partially blocking the sun to torture these two (I included Naved as I do not want to take the full credit of this expedition, *wink*) scatterbrains who fairly had any idea about climbing.

After another thirty minutes (half an hour sounds less to me) we found that we reached a pebbled road, which reminded me of someone's comment (after I irritated him with my repeated questions about the pathway for this trek) that "You can never lose your way on this hillock (??)".

I thought that we actually had to walk on this road only and finding it after so much trouble is like reaching to the peak itself. Overjoyed, we started showing our photography skills to each other (you can witness them as "Saturday trek" at http://photos.yahoo.com/anujmishra).

Following the road we started again and after some 15 mins found out that it is going down. What the heck!. STOP! About turn! Forward March! Our spirits were too high to get bothered by this small shortcoming of our trekking skills (We felt like that only, after finding that ROAD). Walking, talking and consuming the single packet of biscuits we tread the other direction and after half an hour what we found was not just shocking but also interesting. How come the road goes downwards both the ways? What a real heck! Shall we follow another water-less waterfall was a big decision and Naved favored this but my Angadian attitude left us looking for a sign of the actual path. (Angad is a character from great Indian epic RAMAYANA and if you dont know any of these then read Angadian as "stubborn". *This reminds me of my another Angadian attitude on a monsoon night during the descent of Bhimashanker, with SARDA and Tayal and Sons which left all of us in a death trap by some tribal*. Oops~ the quotes in asterisks are only for few people, others do not get bothered by this).

Soon, we found (I did) a ribbon tied to a bush. The rest of the part was easy except that the soil was pretty loose and there was a deluge of caterpillars (from the heaven).

The descent was pretty cool given the same conditions again and due to one of them I slipped a few times and decided then and there to lose a few pounds and to buy a new pair of trekking shoes (the suitable time is yet to be decided, if at all there’s going to be one).

The tremor

2005-03-21T02:11:00.000-08:00

Ummm~ Feeling lethargic I rolled in my hot bed trying to shrug off the drowsiness from my eyes. With great effort I tried to figure out the hands of my table clock and recognizing that familiar angle between them, I turned a little and was about to get up when my mind told me that it is a Sunday. What a superb feeling it was. There was no need to leave that cozy environment. I once again thanked the old Greek philosophers to invent such a great division of the days. Every Sunday is a gift to me. I also thanked the technological advances made by humans, as I cannot find anything snugger than this hot mat. And I thanked my Korean friend to help me with my online transactions for this mat.

Having been thankful to a lot of human and abstract powers of the world, I finally got out of my bed. Not because I had any aversion to enjoy a Sunday morning nap but I had to install Hitman Contracts on my PC. For this game I had spent my precious three Saturday night hours and still I could not run it. Last night I went to bed after 3am but even then I have to get done with this before 11am for there was one wedding ceremony (my first in korea and that too of a korean friend) to attend in the afternoon. I recalled what I had done yester night. I could remember mirc, winiso, daemon tools, alcohol 120% and one site having step-wise-instructions to install this game. Stepwise instructions are very important. I remember once I was cooking Dam Aloo using online instructions and finally I ended up having a Aloo-bharta-curry "without tomotoes" just because of that "smash them properly" line.

Anyway, I strictly followed these step-wise-instructions this time and after spending my most precious two sunday morning hours (which would have helped me to explore some new horizons of my imagination during my comfy nap, lying on this precious gift from another like minded human's fabulous imagination) in front of my PC and finally ending up with lot of installed programmes, Trojans and adwares in the process of searching something I can not mention here and also losing two of my valuable EMPTY disks, I gave up on Hitman. The hands of the clock again had some unwanted angles between them and I decided to get ready for the wedding ceremony as it takes three quarters, at least, of a silent-hour (use a bus in korea and you will come to know about this silence thing) to reach the place.

I started with shaving and needless to say that the moment I entered the washroom the comsoul of Elvis Presley, Eric Clapton, Black Sabbath and Kurt Cobain apprehended me. (Comsoul is a term indigenously developed at the Neungpo apartments, korea and it simply means "the combined soul of", mind it its only one soul but has multiple personality...oops~ that’s the reason I do not watch Hollywood movies). Surprisingly my apartment mate did not make any noise and that means he was awake ^_^ (Don’t ask me, even I do not know this strange phenomenon). Having cleaned myself of some unwanted, God-or-else-biologists know why-always-growing hairs, I decided to trim my odd looking (people say so) arbit-shaped beard.

I was almost finished and was trying to create an optimum temperature of the water to wash my face when the door of my apartment mate’s room opened ajar with a bang and yelling my name aloud he ran out of the apartment. Before I could answer anything, a big gust from the apartment door (our apartment is at the top of the hill) rushed in and started shaking everything in the apartment, even the floor of the toilet. Bewildered, I looked outside the toilet (the door was open all the time) and had a glimpse of my computer shaking violently along with the table. I was about to get angry on my apartment mate’s strange behavior when all of a sudden my mind went blank. I was able to see, feel and listen everything but somehow the mind did not respond. The best way to explain this situation would be to compare my mind with a computer that was "hanged" because a lot of "heavy" information has been provided to the processor simultaneously. But thank God brains do not reboot ^_^. And I realized that the floor couldn’t be shaken by the wind. But till then it was over. My roommate came in and before he says anything I understood that it was a tremor, my first earthquake, which I did not experience at all.

Party Time

2005-03-17T04:37:00.000-08:00

Another party~ yeah another party, second in the week, yet. But this was not just another office party. This one was special. Special in two senses: First the menu was pretty different than usual, routine office-party menu and second the occasion bein special in the korean culture. My colleague was celebrating the first birthday of his son and that is a big event. The koreans celebrate this event with great pompousness. Another similar event is celebration of the 100th day of the child. I have been to one such party also. We get some gifts for the child and sing birthday songs. The reason I said these parties are different first of all is a huge gathering in comparison to normal parties and then the menu. Ofcourse~ I was more interested in that only. Apart from normal kim pab (rice), meat and noodles there are different kinds of fried dishes, cakes, cookies and many other things about which I do not have idea (other than the taste).

The ride back to the apartment was in RETONA (REtun TO Nature) of my another colleague. Either he drives fast or the wheels are very high or whatever but it made me feel like i am just going to take off and so naturally I fastened my seat belt. And as usual grabbed the sides of my seat also. Before I could cry out in fear and anticipation of another phyeuntek episode the car banged into a lorry. It was a new
car and it being the second collision this year itself, the driver was pretty mad at himself. We tried to console him (given that I can speak a single sentence in korean but I can make good faces). It was fortunate for us also as we were also about to take off. But either my colleagues intuitions are quite sharp or my prayers sometimes really have some effect, but we managed to stop at a safe distance from the
two collided ones.

Coming back

2005-02-20T16:56:00.000-08:00

As expected, I started feeling the cordial environment at Incheon itself while going through the immigration formalities. So instead of telling the officer that "I am coming from India and I have a multiple entry visa", I told him that "I, indo..multiple entry visa" and like always he understood that very well and wished me a good stay in his country.

Exhausted by the long journey I tried to take a quick nap in the local flight from Gimpo to Sacheon but the air hostess, to much of my annoyance, which I could not show at all as I was lost in her pinkish smile and partly in her eyes (partly because the eyes ofcourse weren't big enough to drown a ghorey*), didnt allow me to lower my seat and I accepted that with a "anything-for-that-smile" grin, which I am sure she also understood very well.

One pleasant thing happened in the flight when a one year old (i guess) kid on the front seat made some happy noises on being so close to a foreigner. 'The child is the father of the man'. There couldn't be a better way to understand this eminent quote of Wordsworth than this purity. The elder ones in the act of being mature chose not to listen to their once unadulterated hearts. And that's where Wordsworth found his inspiration. Being lost in those thoughts I forgot that the flight was only of one hour and time flies without any schedule, which it leaves for us to follow. Time is a strange thing. It weighs most on the one who has it least (The opening line of a renowned bestseller).Stepping out of the boeing 727, I again dreamt myself being on the heavenly exotic planet from where the air hostesses come. But the expedition was over. Being disappointed once again by the luscious futility of the human imagination, I set foot on the land of morning (i would rather prefer "perpetual") calm.

Energy Philosophy

2004-12-19T02:48:00.000-08:00

Love and hatred are the same things.
Same? How come?

Before this quest let's try to understand a philosophy.
Human mind/heart produces a very strong abstract form of energy, which is known as feeling". And all the rules of physics that apply to the physical energy are applicable to this form of energy also. Let's call it the "energy philosophy".

Known is the fact that energy can neither be created nor be destroyed. Likewise there always exists a feeling, be it love or abomination. It could be strong or it could be weak.

Let's say love is the positive energy and hatred is the negative energy. Positive energy in a meager amount can be called as liking. Similarly the negative energy in fewer amounts gives birth to apathy or impassiveness.

Somewhere it is written that we can love and hate the same person. Incipiently it's difficult to comprehend. Applying the energy philosophy, it’s easy to understand this. For that person we have positive energy as well as negative, both, in finite amounts. Another explanation is that we have a strong feeling (energy, hereafter) for that person and the energy just changes its form from time to time. So at a certain time we love the person and at another instance we loathe that person.

At another place it is said that we abominate most the person whom we once used to adore most. The same explanation applies here. The "energy" has just changed its form (from positive to negative).

The journey

2004-12-02T03:56:00.000-08:00

Nervous, scared about the people, afraid of failure and lacking all self - confidence I started. Long miles to go and being unclear of my goals, I was feeling very low but still I didn't lose courage and went ahead. So without giving much thought about the people around me I took my first step which came quite naturally and smoothly. But as I stepped forward I couldn't hide my journey from others and they noticed me and my condition quite clearly. I felt embarrassed and blushed down to my neck. In spire of having difficulty I tried hard to stop. Suddenly I realized that all others are also on voyage and are in the same boat. That realization made me feel at ease and I started again. It was smooth in the starting but then it became a little difficult. But now I was fully determined to reach my destination. My determination made me work hard for each step. Every time I had to take a deep breath and hold it to take a single step. Gradually, I was moving towards the objective. In between, I was also taking short breaks. But I wanted to finish it fast so I kept on breathing and pushing and thus taking my steps forward.
Finally with a last push I turned the last stone down. I felt relieved after such a hard toil and was quite pleased with my performance. I gave a grin and thanked God for the achievement.

AAhhh! A looong sigh of joy and relief escaped my mouth and I am sure everyone around must have noticed this. But I didn't care at all!!!

"Aaj man"...cntd.

2004-10-29T07:57:00.000-07:00

maikhana wehi saki bhi wehi
pilaya jaam wehi usne aaj fir
rehega dil mein surur shab bher
aaj man kuch aur bhi ker gujar

kader na jani kabhi usne
zaalim ne aaj bhi toda
kyun ker kyun ker
ki aaj man toot ke bikher

us par bhi teri yaad nahi jati
har pal reh reh ke hai satati
ho gaya hai ab deewan-e-aam
aaj man bhula de yeh gham

(The following is inspired...)
fir wehi mahek uske tan ki
fir wehi raunak uske chehre ki
ek muddat se hai wehi,....par
ker man sirf use hi pyaar kar

The Trek

2004-10-25T02:52:00.000-07:00

A work well started is half done, and what about the one started poorly? so poorly like this..
I was supposed to get up at 6am and was to reach at a place 10mins by walking nearby my apartment and then all were supposed to leave by 7...and I got up at 7. What happened I did not know; may be the ghost of Souron came and put off the alarm or may be the trumpets and horns by Gondor warriors were louder than my alarmclock, but then what happened to my roommate? Why was he late, i asked him to wake me up, why didnt he? What am I supposed to do now? Then suddenly an absurb idea crept into my mind. What if I do not go at all? Tiwari was telling me that it could be done and in any case I was not going to make for it in time. Time? you are already 10 mins late...NO! You are more than half and hour late. OH GOD! what to do? What about the stuff I will take with me? What about the shoes? What about my camera? bullshit..where is the camera? Why isnt my apartment mate coming out of the toilet? is he asleep? Where is my jacket? OH shit!!! Where are the checklist and the telephone list? Dammit! Why didnt I arrange everything in the night itself?

Anyway, having thought about all the possibilities of doing things as fast as I can and once even thinking of the time machine to go back the time I some how managed to get out of my apartment at 7:25. Full of doubts I gave a call to Mr Woo. After that what happened I did not know. All I remember was that I was crossing the marvelous bridge of Goeje city that connects the island with the rest of the peninsula with Mr Woo and 2 other team members. At that moment only the idea of sharing this experience struck my mind.

At the base:
There we were at the base of the mountain called SongniSAN (san=mountain). It was 1058m high from the sea level with a walking distance of 14kms round the trip. Thats big!

The tale of hiking
We started quite well with rapid steps and high spirits. I was in a group of four. But only after around 200m I was staggering well behing them. They waited for a few times and then they moved on. I was tottering laggardly again but on my own and alone. The path was rocky and there were steps sometimes big enough to leave me fully exhausted and that was why I was taking short breaks also. After about 700m I was completely exhausted and I didnt have enough energy to hike further. At that point I thought of dropping the idea of reaching upto the peak. Already 3 of the team members were behind me and may be they had started descending. My mouth was completely dry and I needed some water and there was none. I cursed that moment when I handed over my bag with bottle of water to someone else who was quite ahead of me. What a fool am I? OK! Forget about reaching the top.. I thought and sat down on a rock. I planned to start desceding in a while when I saw an old couple passing by me. NO! I will not give up whatever the reason is. really???? oh yes!!!
I started again but my body was not supporting me. My mouth was dry and my head had started spinning. I needed some water quite badly. I finally decided to look up and see the top if I can and then give up. Looking up I saw a large number of people, young and old, kids with their folks, beautiful chicks with their boyfriends, groups of young guys etc and I thought.. KASH!!! I was also among them. And at that very moment I saw a man some 50m above me. He was carrying a green bag, my bag, my bag with water. WOW!!! Thats it. I closed my eyes for a while and started again. Having seen my bag with water filled me with some extra energy and I dont know in how much time I caught that fellow (ofcourse he was very slow). I gulped down half the bottle and starting again I finally reached the top.

The Yell!!!
The first thing I did was to look for my team mates and I found them having a group photograph...without me. I ran towards the group and seeing me they called my name. I was more than proud of myself and was grinning upto my ears in that photograph.
And then we all turned around and facing towards the whole range of mountains...we Yelled on top of our voices...."Yahooooo!". The sound died rapidly but I heard a faint "congratulations".

The pagoda:
The tallest (Buddha) statue I ever saw: Read about this here, I have nothing more to say except that the statue is really big (30m) and is made of bronze.
http://www.buddhapia.com/buddhapi/eng/temple/korexp/html/bu21.html
http://www.greasyelbow.com/korea/songnisan/

Ehsaas!

2004-10-15T20:26:00.000-07:00

saath dete to dost na kehlate
sath chalte to sathi na kehlate
sath nibhate to humsafar na kehlate
gawah-e-zamana, zaalim sath nahi nibhate!

humne kab keha tha ki pyaar humein kero
kabhi yeh bhi to nahi keha ki sath hamare chalo
pyaar to mera bas us chaand ki tereh hai
dharti se nahi keha ki chandni humpe bikhero

kabhi isliye nahi chaha tumhe humnein
ki tumse balde mein humein pyaar mile
kaise batayein tumhe dil ka haal, aei zaalim!!!
is jazbe ka ehsaas hi kafi hai hamare liye

Man..Incomplete

2004-10-15T06:48:00.000-07:00

aaj man kehi aur chal
yeh galiya to wehi hain
jinse gujure the kal
aaj man kehi aur chal

sooraj aata her baar usi disha se
hawaon mein hai khushboo wehi
bhawre ko kali se ab bhi hai preet
aaj man suna koi aur hi geet

har raat wehi chanda dikhta hai
tare gine bahut ker li jugnuo se baatein
kabhi to badle yeh purana chaman
aaj man dikha koi aur hi swapan

us din woh kaun mila tha
baheki si yaad to hai dil mein
bada dilkash tha woh rahgujar
aaj man bas us oor chal

then...reddy disturbed me

its "man" as in "man" of amir and manisha

For masterji :-)

2004-10-14T06:27:00.000-07:00

fazaaon mein teri mahek
tera chehra nigahon mein
zerre zerre mein teri kasak
tera pyaar dil ki panahon mein

Zindagi

2004-10-14T05:53:00.000-07:00

As promised it's here....

zindagi rulati hai aur satati hai
tadpaati aur kabhi kabhi to bhulati hai
kabhi paas aati hai to kabhi door chali jati hai
maj-dhaar mein toofan ban ke darati hai
tapti dhoop mein ek thanda saya ban jati hai
bhor ka panchi ban madhur geet gungunati hai
naveli dulhan sa palki se muskarati hai
sooni lambi raah ka sachcha sathi ban jati hai
nafrat se kabhi mere dil ko jalati hai
mohabbat ban ke rooh ko mahkati hai
itni koshish ke baad bhi na samajh paya
zindagi tu kaun sa rishta kab nibhati hai

The meaning

2004-10-14T05:48:00.000-07:00

Welcome to life my friend!Isn’t it the first sentence that we all hear when we come to existence? The urologist and the nurse smile at us and say the same sentence. And since that day, since that very moment we are trying to find out the meaning of life, in fact we are trying to find out the life itself. Life defined as “the essence of our living, our very existence” is always running away from us and we chase it our whole life. Isn’t that a dilemma?One solution of this could be to give the life a meaning and get live to attain or fulfill that meaning. You might not agree with the point at first but then if you think of it for a while and give it more consideration in the long term then it will sound plausible.The more clearly we define the meaning of life, the easier is the life for us. And…. My friend! You got it. The difficult thing isn’t the following the meaning of life, it is to define or to find the meaning of life. How many of us do really have a meaning of life? May be you even didn’t think about it before reading this. Well, life goes on, that’s what life is. It does not wait for you to give it a meaning. But is it worth living then? What are we doing daily, are we living? Without a meaning? Think of it!

Blogging?

2004-10-14T05:31:00.000-07:00

Somebody rightly said! Blogging mostly starts with the answer to the question... What! you don't blog. I agree that the same thing happened to me too. And I also agree that that was just the story of the inception only. I use to write and thats what keeps me posting/writing blogs too. Ofcourse what i write is mostly the spur of the moment so not much of it is systematised or penned. Anyway, returning to blogs, I found some very nice blogs,rather thougths and thats also a reason to keep me alive here. OK OK! lets correct it. thats also the reason to give birth to this page.
You can find here a few of my writings (its not that here i will have few of them, but there are only "few" of them). well, the point is not to make you read but an effort to systematise that chaos.