नज़रें बदली तो नज़ारे बदले,
कश्तियों ने बदला रुख ,तो किनारे बदले

कुछ हम बदले, कुछ ज़माना बदला
पल भर में किस्मत के तारे बदले

है गजब खेल ये समय की दौड़
सुलझे सवालों के इशारे बदले

धुन तो आज भी वही है गीतों की
लब्ज़ों के मायने है सारे बदले

'if' by rudyard kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master,
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936)

JUST ANOTHER DAY 1:BHATU's LAW

It was the hot summer afternoon at kgp...around 1:20 PM while me and bhatu were cycling to reach the exam room at vikramshila, with our regular BOY TALKs... we came up with a wierd and funny conversation....written below:

me: "yaar bhatu...tu itna shareef, shant, achha bachha hai....teri bandi honi chhaiye ek"

bhatu: " abe yaar...honi to chhaiye, but KGP MEIN BANDI PANA IS AS DIFFCULT AS NEHLI MARNA"

me: woh kaise??

bhatu: "dekh...dono ke liye constant motivation chahiye....throughout mehnat karni padti hai"

me: " so does it mean ki sare nehliyon ki bandi honi chhaiye"

bhatu: "are nahi ....chau ...dekh dono ka difficulty level same hai...but qualities different hai..ab jo log nehli marne mein "cali" ka use karte hai....woh chidiya (read bandi) nahi maar pate...aur jo chidiya maar lete hai unka nehli marna mushkil hota hai"

me: " haan baat to sahi hai.... dono ke liye hard work chahiye...mentally , physically( class jana== 2.2 ke chakkar marna) , economically( notes , book ke kharche== hotel + tr8) taxing bhi hai...infact huuhaa analogy hai"

bhatu: "exactly...dekh apne batch mein kitne nehli honge approx?"

me: "around 40.....y ? "

bhatu: this proves my statement too.... 40 nehli hai...aur 40 ke hi aas paas bandiyaan bhi hai....."1 bandi = 1 NEHLI"

me: "ooooooohhh.... so does it mean ki meine 2 nehli maar ke ... 2 bandi pane ka chance kho diya :O :P"

bhatu: " might be.... tune effort divert kiya hota to shayad kuch ho jata"


By this time we were at the cycle parking.... so it ended like this:

bhatu: " CHAU ... tu nehli hi mar le !! ... :P ... chidiya marne wale bahut hai kgp mein... waise bhi aasmaan(read kgp) mein jada bachi nahi hai :P"

random thoughts of a restless mind

This one was a bit unexpected for me too...it’s been long I wrote Something....even longer I posted it on the blog.... some stuff I couldn’t Share...some weren’t worth sharing....so I just thought of writing arbit Thoughts..... I know it’s gonna be my 4th sleepless night because of Injury....its 4:45 in the morning and I don’t have pretty much to do. The Philosophical part of me was haunting me too much.... he wanted to Scribble through the clear white of notepad, and I am helpless. May be Some ppl would find me stupid after reading it and might not even agree To it, but with due respect....I don’t care much :).

I feel like, I desperately wanna turn into a year old boy..... Careless, fearless, innocent, adorable, least connected with the world around...u take away his toys...he would cry for some time...and then would again turn happy as soon as he falls into somebody’s arms with love.....ready to start fresh....always ready to accept a change.

I lately realized that... in love...its always the weaker who wins....always the weaker.. be it between god and humans (at least I most of the time get him to do things the way I wanted)..... a child and parents( isn’t it the love between them.... which makes the weak kid so powerful that he can turn the whole house upside down even at 3am in the morning). The reason I suppose is simple.... the essence of love is in giving.....think yourself.... we always wanna GIVE to ppl we love..... our parents always are on the giving side....even when they are old and aren’t earning....they can’t help the feelings to GIVE...GIVE.

Also, the essence of happiness is in the desire to have something..... or as they say....wanting is more fun than having.... and happiness lasts only till the time u still want it......imagine that u love some dish (say Maggi).... and I want it desperately.... now after having 1 noodles.... u might be happy...satisfied....after having 2 in a row?? ...stomach is full, isn’t it??...u no more desire it....now if I force the 3rd and 4th Noodle? would u be happier or sad? after say 6 noodles?? I bet u would hate maggi for say next 1 week at least...fun wasn’t inside maggi....it was the desire for maggi which was working..as soon as the desire for maggi was over ...there wasn’t much fun in the same noodles....it lasted only till the moment u still had desire for it. Or to say more precisely..... THE FUN WAS IN THE WISH BEING FULFILLED.....throughout life...we strive to fulfill our desires....make more wishes....and cycle goes on.....I feel like....happiness comes when we get over any new wish..... I Seriously wanna try it....at least once ....for some time.... have a state of mind with no desires....because I feel.... though a fulfilled desire would bring some happiness...unfulfilled ones bring sorry too....I wanna stand for SOME TIME at the crossroads of this... get above this HAPPY n SAD thing.... i know this would be like a dead man....no feelings...no sensitiveness...but ya...i wanna get comfortably numb...may be for just a few days.... GOD!!! U LISTENING?? :)

" LOVE or LUST "

This one is dedicated to myself (chau ) , gaurav(chitku), sankalan (sanki) , ankit (panchava) as its our common feeling expressed through my words.....dedicated to all our endless backbench bhaat.....dedicated to all amazing discussions on weird issues and even more weird outcomes :D.....


Often while, I am passing by the road,
there comes a girlish sound,
and i, cant help my eyes,
they just impulsively turn around.

and its not the story,for some specific girl,
that my roaming eyes seek,
this habit grew during summer holidays,
and is now at its peak.

staring and stalking carelessly,
at every other cute,beautiful girl
some black hairs ,some blue eyes
some sexy ear rings of pearl
some innocent moves,
some careless whispers
some sweet SNAPS getting blurred
some pink tops,
some striped sandals
some perfume from the other world

And the time slips by fast,
drinking "FROOTI", playing "INDORE" games,
i wish i could let u know about some of these girls ,
but the list has infinite names !!

but the question my dear frnd is that!!
is there some gain out of being "lost and found"?
or the RAINBOW will never come out of SHADOWS
I am just wasting time and mocking around !

guys please help me,
how do know if its really love,
will some angel come and pinch me,
from the world unnatural above.

will this dilemma ever burst?
if yes, will it water all my thirst
its been a long time the question is unanswered
how do u differentiate "LOVE and LUST"?

through the eye's of a very old man.............

गुजरी थी जिन राहों में उमर की कम्पन,
वो राहें अजनबी निकली,
मंजिल पर पहुच आराम पायेगे सोचा था,
पर मंजिलें भी खुदकशी निकली .

दोस्ती के हज़ार फरमान उडेल कर कानों मे,
वफादारी के दामन से लिपटे हाथों में,
ऐन मौके पर ही पलट गए वोह, क्योंकि,
हमारे दोस्तों की दुश्मनों से दोस्ती निकली.

उमर के पड़ाव कुछ यूँ बीत गए,
मानों पलकों पे सारे मौसम रीत गए ,
पतझड़ और सावन के बीच रह खोजते,
मासूमियत की चादर ओढे ज़िन्दगी निकली।

ऐसे भी दिन थे की, ऑंचल की छाओं में माँ की,
सारी दूनिया समेट रखी थी हमने ,
उम्र बढते वो सपनो की दूनिया भी,
रेत के घरों सी बनावटी निकली .

A WORK OF ART

Hello to the reader, greeting from my heart,
Now, I will describe something, keeping description apart,
It’s something very nasty but a very rare view,
Not many can understand it, as details are few
But I bet you will be thrilled and excited if you are smart
Ahh, yes I will write about an exceptional work of art
It’s nothing but a painting, an awesome molded piece
Made by a soldier, who’s now enjoying eternal peace
It looks like a window, which opens in vivid space
With sun shining bright, and birds flying with pace

Yet another closer look, your mind will get a loop
The sun is marked 60, and birds form different group
In between there are dark clouds trying to overshadow sun
Still the birds seek height, seems to have good fun
With a snowcapped mountain and river with no name
It also has a vast desert, occupying the other side of frame
Covered by deep blue water on “3” consecutive sides
I see a man and a loin on which the man rides
I also saw a peacock’s dancing without rain
“What all crap is this”, I thought one again

Another look to the painting, took me to surprise
There were also some couples
who looked aged , happy and wise
Some men wore turban and “kurta paijama” bright
Some other looked Brahmans, wearing dhoti white
There were also some patches of rice wheat and stuff
These all meant something
but to guess the theme was tough
A woman holding charkha, and another with laptop
There was also a postman, holding mobile and waiving top
And all of them were walking towards a golden pole
The man on loin was leading them to the goal

My dear reader countrymen, haven’t you guessed the theme
The painting is not nasty,
it reflects the ages through which we have been
The top of golden plate had the tricolor Indian flag
My eyes went wet, as emotions I couldn’t bag
The sun marked 60 shows the year, we are free
Group of birds are religions,
branches of the same Indian tree
Patches of wheat and pulses, made the” INDIA” word
And dark clouds were obstacles, trying to part the birds
Charkha to laptop is the transformation we have seen
Desert and mountain showed
the “THAR” and “HIMALAYAN” queen
3 sides water are nothing but the oceans around
Now as I guessed the theme, my joy felt no bound

Hail to the painter he’s patriotic indeed
For he showed over mother land 60 years since freed
Come along, my countrymen, let’s take a holy pledge
We will strive towards excellence from edge to edge
We are the best no doubt, now it’s our turn to rule
Let’s work hand in hand and enlarge the talent pool
May our spirits be high higher than any peak
For ours is now the era, we are no more weak
This is not the ending, it’s just another start
I wish I could show you this beautiful work of art