Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Good Old days...

Good old days ..

When writing pads were more popular than cricket
bats to play cricket..

When we always had friends to play chor police anytime .

When we desperately waited for 'summer

When Chandamama, Gokulam and tinkle digest
were so fulfilling ...

When there was just one channel ..our own
doordarshan and we had to see whatever they
telecasted.. .

when Raja and Rancho and Super hit muqabala were very popular ...

When we were going to bed by 9.00pm sharp except
for the 'vacation starting' day ..

When Diwali meant mostly hand-made
sweets and food 'n moms seeking our help while
preparing them ...

When Maths teachers were not worried of our
parents while slapping/beating us ..

When we were exchanging comics, stamps and Trump cards.

when He-man and Giant Robot were our heroes

When we were in our native place every summer
and loved flying kites and plucking and eating
unripe mangoes and leechis ..

When one movie every Sunday evening on
television was more than asked for and we even used
to see other national movie telecasted at noon
with english subtitles...

When 2 rupees meant at least 10 toffees ...

When left over pages of the last years notebooks
were used for rough work or even fair work ...

When 'camlin' and 'natraaj' were encouraged
against 'reynolds and family' ..

When the first rain meant getting drenched and
playing in water and mud ....

When there were no phones to tell friends that
we will be at their homes at six in the evening ...

When we were not seeing crackers on Diwali as
air and noise polluting or allergic agents ...

...........the list can be endless ...............

on the serious note I would like to summarise
with ...

When we were using our hearts more than our
brains, even for scientifically brainy activities
like 'thinking' and 'deciding' .

When we were crying and laughing more often, more
openly and more sincerily ...

When we were enjoying our present more than
worrying about our future

When being emotional was not synonymous to being
weak ...

When sharing worries and happinesses didnt mean
getting vulnerable to the listener ...

When blacks and whites were the favourite colors
instead of greys ...

When journeys also were important and not just
the destinations ...

When life was a passenger's sleeper giving
enough time and opportunity to enjoy the sceneries
from its open and transparent glass windows instead
of some superfast's second ac with its
curtained, closed and dark windows ...

I really miss ALL those Days.....

do u?

Monday, December 29, 2008

Zindagi Rocks...

Zindagi geet hai, Zindagi saaj hai,
Har kisi ke jeene ka ek alag andaj hai...
Zindagi hai ek lamha aur ek ehsas hai,
Zindagi ki har khushi nahi kisi ke pas hai...
Koi hai tanha to kahi duniya abaad hai,
Sabhi ko nahi milta jiski use talash hai...
Lakh koshish kare khush rahne ki,
Fir bhi man uska bahut udas hai...
Logo ki zindagi ka hai ye falsafa,
Khushi bhari ankho ke piche bhi sailab hai...

Zindagi Really Rockssssss.

by - Saurabh Bajaj

Sunday, December 28, 2008

Friday, December 26, 2008

चंद लम्हे...

This is not written by me, but impressed me a lot as somewhere it expresses my thoughts as well...
courtesy - puneet gupta Paradox’s Weblog

बढते कदमो ने पूछा है मुझसे
आख़िर तुझे जाना कहाँ है
मुड़ती राहों ने पूछा है मुझसे
आख़िर तेरा ठिकाना कहाँ है

उड़ते सपनो ने पूछा है मुझसे
आख़िर तेरा आशियाना कहाँ है
लहराती उम्मीदों ने पूछा है मुझसे
आख़िर तेरा किनारा कहाँ है

कभी-कभी रुक कर सोचने लगता हूँ
रास्ते के हर मोड़ पर मंजिल का निशाँ ढूँढने लगता हूँ
क्या खोया है मैंने जिसको तलाशता आया हूँ
कौनसी डोर है ऐसी जिसके सहारे संभलता आया हूँ

आख़िर क्यूँ ये सफर, नही खत्म होता कभी
आख़िर क्यूँ हर राह से, नयी राह जुड़ जाती है कहीं

क्यूँ ये राहें संकरी हो जाती हैं
जब अपनो को छोड़ना पड़ता है
बस ख़ुद के लिए जगह रह जाती है

क्यूँ इस भूल भुलैया में हम
ख़ुद को भी भूल जाते हैं
जब चलना ही जीवन हो जाता है
रस्ते ही संसार बन जाते हैं

जब चलते चलते थक जायेंगे आगे
जब साथ होंगे बस अपने साए के सहारे
सोचेंगे शायद , तब हम कुछ ऐसे
काश कभी रुकके तसल्ली से बैठे होते
बैठ के अपनो से कुछ बातें की होतीं
भागती ज़िन्दगी को हांफती साँसों को
फुर्सत के चंद लम्हे दिए होते

Friday, December 12, 2008


Tere Dil Mein Meri Sanson Ko Panah Mil Jaye...
Tere Ishq Mein Meri Jaan Fanaa Ho Jaye...

Today is 12/12

Today is 12/12 i.e. 12th December, What is so special about this date:

  • Birthday of my untold friend in Delhi.

  • Wedding of my cousin in Guna.

  • Getting confirmed date for my new venture.

  • My Bike's Second Birthday.

  • Meeting to be headed by Ben Verwaayen, CEO, ALU for the future of company.
I will definitely gonna enjoy this day ...

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Something is not Right !!!

Something is not right but what I am not able to figure out...!!!

Saturday, December 6, 2008

Everything I Do, I Do It For You...

Yes, It's True....

Look into my eyes - you will see
What you mean to me
Search your heart - search your soul
And when you find me there you'll search no more

Don't tell me it's not worth tryin' for
You can't tell me it's not worth dyin' for
You know it's true
Everything I do - I do it for you

Look into your heart - you will find
There's nothin' there to hide
Take me as I am - take my life
I would give it all - I would sacrifice

Don't tell me it's not worth fightin' for
I can't help it - there's nothin' I want more
Ya know it's true
Everything I do - I do it for you

There's no love - like your love
And no other - could give more love
There's nowhere - unless you're there
All the time - all the way

Oh - you can't tell me it's not worth tryin' for
I can't help it - there's nothin' I want more
I would fight for you - I'd lie for you
Walk the wire for you - ya I'd die for you

Ya know it's true
Everything I do - I do it for you

~~Bryan Adams~~

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Nahi Rakhta Dil Main Kuch...

Nahi rakhta dil mein kuch,
Rakhta hoon zubaan par,
samjhe na apne bhi kabhi.
Kah nahi sakta main kya,
sahtaa hoon chupa kar,
Ek aesi aadat hai meri.
Sabhi to hain jinse milta hoon,
Sahi jo hai inse kahta hoon,
Jo samajhta hoon.
maine dekha nahi rang dil aaya hai sirf adaa par,
Ek aesi chahat hai meri.
Baharon ke ghere se laaya main dil sajaa kar.
Ek aesi sohbat hai meri.
Saye mein chaye rehta hu
Aankein bichaye rehta hu
Jinse milta hu
kitno ko dekha hain hamne yaha
kuch sikha hain hamne unse naya

Pehle phursat thi ab hasratein samakar
Ek aaisi uljhan hain meri
Khud chalkar rukta hu jaha jis jagah par
Ek aaisi sarhad hain meri
Kahne se bhi main darta hoon
Apno ki dhun mein rahta hoon
Kar kya sakta Hoon
De sakta hoon main thoda pyar yahan par,
Jitni haisiyat hai meri.
Reh jaaun sabke dil mein dil ko basakar
Ek aaisi niyat hain meri
Ho jaye to bhi razi hoon.
Kho jaau to main baaki hoon.
Yun samajhta hoon.

Raste na badle na badla jahan,
Phir kyon badalte kadam hain yahan