Sahi??

Raah mai chalte chalte kabhi ruk jaata hoon

sochne lagta hoon manzil ke baare mai

agar kamyaab ho gaya to kya hoga,

kaise badal jayegi zindagi

Sab kuch kitna sahi sa hoga

Lekin agar wahan nahi pahunch paaya

toh kaunsi nahi raah pe nikloonga

manzil kitni badal jayegi aur koi manzil hogi bhi ya nahi

ye khayal bhi foot padta hai

Kahaniyan sunate hain kai log

jisme sab kuch ekdam accha ho jaata hai anth tak

par jahan woh kahani khatam hoti hai

wahan koi aur bhi to shuru hoti hogi

sabke liye to woh kahani ek si khatam nahi hoti

fir kis anth ko dekh kar khush ho jaate hain hum

peeche mud ke dekhta hoon abhi tak ke safar ko

to yaad aati hain woh choti choti khusiyaan, 

chote chote gham jo us samay pahad jaise bade lagte the

har kamiyabi ek naya sooraj aur har nakami maut ka gehra kuan lagta tha

par waqt ke saath sabka aakaar chota pad jaata hai

toh fir kyun sochna ki kya sahi hoga aakhir mai

aandhi mai udte hue kagaz ki tarah

udne ka mazaa lo naaki doobne ubarne ka khayal

poem on the bus

The metro buses here in Seattle have short poems written on them, so that people can read poems when they have nothing else to do and are staring aimlessly anywhere and everywhere. I happen to read most of them not because I have nothing to do, but because I admire beautiful things :)

Happened to read this short and sweet poem today. Hopefully I can reproduce it or I can blame it on age and crack a cheap joke about loss of memory. So here it goes:

If night`s stone in the street is shining
Polished an oil-brown dazzle by rain
Sheet me in silk and sail me to China
or slip me in linen and mail me to Spain

But when the springs pink in the cherry tree leaps
Rain blossom all day and pillow my sleep.

Hmmm not deep and all, but is sweet and even though I am very busy, I thought I will put it up :)

General

Wanted to pen down some of the things I listened to/read in the past few days. Didnt know where to put it. Hopefully will keep on editing this same post in the future:

Sometimes the best way to deliver a punch is to step back..But step back too far and you aint fighting at all - Million Dollar Baby

The body knows what fighters don't: how to protect itself. A neck can only twist so far. Twist it just a hair more and the body says, "Hey, I'll take it from here because you obviously don't know what you're doing... Lie down now, rest, and we'll talk about this when you regain your senses." It's called the knockout mechanism - Million Dollar Baby

There were many other awesome quotes, but I will keep it at those two for now.

Then there is this beautiful poem by Gulzar (got it from Srivani) which I keep on listening to these days. It is called Bauchaar and it is one of the 10 poems he had written for Dus Kahaniyan. Here it goes:

mai kuch kuch bhoolta jaata hun ab tujhko
tera chehra bhi ab to dhundlane laga hai ab kahyal mein
badalne lag gaya hai ab wo subah shaam ka mammool
jisme tujhse milne ka bhi ek mamool shamil tha
tere khat aate rehte the
to yaad rehta tha mujhe tere aawaz ke surkhiyan
tere aawaz ko kaagaz pe rakhke maine chaha tha ki PIN kar lun
wo jaise titliyon ke par laga leta hai apne ALBUM mein
tere be ko daba kar baat karana
wa par hoton ka challa
gol hokar ghoom jata tha
bohot din ho gaye dekha nahi
na khat mila koi
sachhi bohot din ho gaye
teri aawaz ki bauchaar mein bhiga nahin hun mai

सवाल

आज इक्षा हुई की एक कविता लिखूं। तो ये रही एक चोट्टी सी कोशिश

लब बंध गए हैं क्यूँ
वक्त थम सा गया है
चाहे जितने भी कर लूँ जतन
ये आंसू छलक जाते हैं क्यूँ

ये रात लगे इतनी घनघोर क्यूँ
हवा भी इतनी सहमी है
चांदनी भी ठंडक नही देती
जाने है ये अजीब हलचल क्यूँ

छाया है एक बादल मन मैं
है निराशा मैं या है सूनेपन मैं
ढूँढता है ये क्या बावरा
की चुभते हैं हमेशा कांटें पैरों मैं

व्यर्थ मैं है इतना सन्नाटा क्यूँ
खुशी का कोई न कोई बहाना है
ग़म की परछाई से निकलो
ऐसा फ़िर खुदको समझाता है क्यूँ

हर बार होती है यही कशमकश क्यूँ
हूँ मैं इतना नासमझ
या है सच मैं खालीपन प्रबल
ये उठता है हमेशा सवाल क्यूँ

Fly away with my rope

If a normal movie transformed into a real scenario, what would the extras be like. In terms of numbers, they are far more than the key characters. So, they are probably meant to portray the "Aam Janta". But then why are they so lame. The extras in the bad ass gang must have the lowest possible self esteem. The moment they see the hero, they start missing their gunshots. The hero or any of his/her family members and friends (even aunties and unkools) bash them up as if they were a bunch of misbehaving 8 yr olds who call to be spanked. Dude if they were so bad in beating up people, why the hell are they getting paid to be musculed goons (But then I too get paid for writing lousy code)

They look as if they are ready with the idea "Abe ye hero aa gaya, ab to hawa mai mast goli chalate hain and jaise hi woh trigger dabeyega bhaag ke seene mai ek goli khate hain and udd jaate hain". At second thought that seems like fun. You get to fire shots in the air and then fly on a rope. Unless ofcourse Sunny paaji is the hero. If that happens they have to run or die even if he shouts/screams or even farts.

ok so I think it would be good if someone actually makes an extra bash up a hero/superhero and then rubs it in by saying saala hero hai to kya kuch bhi karega and then crack a dialogue with punch like ghode pe sawari karte karte tatuon pe chadhna bhool gaye baabumoshai? ok so that was a bad one, but I had to get it out of my system.

Shrill to kill

A & B were having a very intense technical discussion on how to solve some major problem in their Windows project. Then this conversation followed :
A : Wait a min. I heard this song "High and dry" on radio after a long time and it has been playing in my head since.
B: So???wtf man
A: Its by Radiohead
B(expression of a tubelight and it glows finally): oooooo Eureka dood..Thats y the band called themselves Radiohead (followed by a Eureka Hi-fi all around)
A: Now that we have solved the bigger problem, we know that the solution to this stupid problem in Windows will occur to us similarly and so lets head home
B: Absolutely.
So, really this song was playing in my head and I just wanted to sing those high pitch lines (Higggggggh, dryyyyyy ones), but couldn't do that in office. Was weared down by the morose day and headed to the gym after work. Pumped some iron, adrenaline was produced in loads today and I was like totally high and excited. Came back home and the first thing I wanted to do was sing this song. My headphones are awesome, gave me what I needed and as I sang those high pitch lines loudly in my coarse voice, spears and arrows literally rained on my roomies. But I am happy, my soul is having an ice-cream. Gave a beautiful funda to Uru about how future is bright for us and gloomy for the chixx. The adrenaline is still there and thats why I am writing this now. If this seems like forced humor to you, welcome to my world. Was watching Kismat connection (only completed the 1st half)and trying to laugh but none came out.

So quiet no matter how loud

When you are well and one of the healthiest people around, world is your joystick. Move it around and the game of life rolls happily. But then you are asleep one fine day and something feels weird. The sun is shining down your face and wants to burn you alive. You shout out, Aarghh, shsdwd what the fudge, turn around, pull the blanket on your face and go back to the happy land. A guy wearing a black coat and a fiendish smile appears from nowhere and whispers in your right ear, "Dude, I know that you are happy and riding the Batmobile in your fucking dream, but isn't it the payday. I hope you have the money or I am gonna have to cut your balls off." You wake up startled, hoping to save your balls with a witty dialogue. But alas, the man in black with no face but a smile is gone. You feel relieved and disappointed at the same time. Relieved that you are safe but disappointed coz it was just a stupid dream and you don't have the chance to make that ingenious exchange that you had thought of. And you are back in the stupid real world.

Now I start narrating for myself, rather than allowing the stupid melodramatic loser paint a story around my normal life. So, I wake up and look at my mobile phone cum watch and my eyes pop out. Its freakin 12 PM and its a Wednesday. I should have been at work. I start thinking why the alarm didn't go off at 8 AM and right at that moment it starts buzzing. It was in snooze mode, going off every 15 minutes for a short time. I was confused but decided to ignore it and rush off to work. All along the way, I felt that things were hushed up a little. I could feel a strange kind of silence around me. A chic on bike almost hit me and then stared at me as if it was my fault. I shouted out, "You should have called". She looked back, fired a "Are you Drunk" look and went ahead. All the people around me also started staring. I thought they misunderstood me and tried to clarify by saying that "No, no I am not obsessed with her or anything. I was saying that she should have called, coming on your left so that I could have moved away." Anyway strange things continued to happen and I was feeling as if my brain was working way slower than usual and there was something heavy kept on the left side of my face.


OK enough with the mystery. I was having something which I like to call the "Near Deaf Experience". I had almost gone deaf in my left ear. The biggest advantage of this was that whenever my manager came to me, I would turn my left side towards him so that I don't have to listen to anything he says. Obviously, it would have worked like a charm if I had a nagging girlfriend and wanted to shunt out her boring blabber. But, when you are actually looking to meet new people (read chics), then trust me this situation is not very good and in addition, you are so conscious of the lack of hearing that you don't focus on other things and so keep on screwing things. You try to read their lips and people think that you wanna kiss them. I am thankful that I wasn't slapped. Anyhoo, after about 3 weeks, I thought that I had had enough and went to see a doctor anticipating the worse. But all i can say is, She came, she saw and she conquered. Yeah she was hawt and all, but I am talking about my medical problem here. It was a very stupid hardening of wax problem and she quickly cleared it. I started hearing all the voices in my head again and tried to make small talk with the doc by saying, "If its bad, then why the hell do they sell q-tips" and she was like "Dont be such a baby, want a candy?". She didn't say that actually but could have.

So, it was over and now I can hear more than I wanted to. Would be so nice to have filtering auditory senses. Seems lame huh? Yeah thought so. But then, if you have read till this point, you are lame :)