Monday, October 28, 2013
CANT HELP THIS FEELING !!!!!!!!!
I cant help this feeling and I
Pray to god that I am wrong
I say it becoz it bothers me
Not trying to write a song
Bothered uneasy may be even sad
Affecting u a lot are experiences u had
Maybe concerned that ur heart might break
You are hesitating to give life another take
Open up to me
And I will be a friend forever
For I swear to be honest
Cant promise clever
Will never break your heart
And I mean what I say
Will stand by you forever
AND ONLY IF I MAY
Not trying to be a hero
Just trying to help
Cant pretend to be indifferent
Unable to stop myself
Ohh and if u think otherwise
Of me like other guys
And that I sud just back off….
Mind my business and lay off
Do not stop or hesitate
U just need to mention …
Cause adding to your troubles
Was never my intention…..
AB TU HI BATA ......???
Mai khush bhi hun
Mujhe dar bhi hai
Ye khwab hi sahi
Par kuch sach bhi hai
Kuch to hai yakin
Kuch shak bhi hai …
Kya tujhpe mera koi hak bhi hai ….
Tera mera tu-tu - main-main
Ye tera mera nok-jhok
Mujhe achha lagta hai
Manjur nahi koi rok-tok
Kuch to hai yakin
Kuch shak bhi hai …
Kya tujhpe mera koi hak bhi hai ….
Mujhe dar bhi hai
Ye khwab hi sahi
Par kuch sach bhi hai
Kuch to hai yakin
Kuch shak bhi hai …
Kya tujhpe mera koi hak bhi hai ….
Tera mera tu-tu - main-main
Ye tera mera nok-jhok
Mujhe achha lagta hai
Manjur nahi koi rok-tok
Kuch to hai yakin
Kuch shak bhi hai …
Kya tujhpe mera koi hak bhi hai ….
Monday, August 27, 2012
ONCE AGAIN .......back to square 1
amazing it seemed in the beginning
had fun always, & njoid everything
good time and some friendly fight
felt everything was gonna be alright
but i was wrong, it was a blunder
dreams came crashing, hit by thunder
once again i lie, with a broken heart
i guess its true, i aint so smart
its painful & its gonna stay for a while
i wish i could hide the pain with a fake smile
tried being indifferent, just doesnt work
pretend to be happy but life does suck
once again i lie, with a broken heart
i guess its true, i aint so smart
had fun always, & njoid everything
good time and some friendly fight
felt everything was gonna be alright
but i was wrong, it was a blunder
dreams came crashing, hit by thunder
once again i lie, with a broken heart
i guess its true, i aint so smart
its painful & its gonna stay for a while
i wish i could hide the pain with a fake smile
tried being indifferent, just doesnt work
pretend to be happy but life does suck
once again i lie, with a broken heart
i guess its true, i aint so smart
SECOND INNINGS
Wow ......am back on the blog almost after 2-3 years .......
And yes, i feel ashamed to be saying this because I remember I had promised myself that this would never happen.......after all I do this for ME. (Although, it was not that I did not try to be here more often, it was just a stupid phase of my life :-( )
will remember this as 'second innings'......... :-)
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Into the Wild - Eddie Vedder
Oh it's a mystery to me.
We have a greed, with which we have agreed...
and you think you have to want more than you need...
until you have it all, you won't be free.
Society, you're a crazy breed.
I hope you're not lonely, without me.
When you want more than you have, you think you need...
and when you think more then you want, your thoughts begin to bleed.
I think I need to find a bigger place...
cause when you have more than you think, you need more space.
There's those thinkin' more or less, less is more,
but if less is more, how you keepin' score?
It means for every point you make, your level drops.
Kinda like you're startin' from the top...
and you can't do that.
We have a greed, with which we have agreed...
and you think you have to want more than you need...
until you have it all, you won't be free.
Society, you're a crazy breed.
I hope you're not lonely, without me.
When you want more than you have, you think you need...
and when you think more then you want, your thoughts begin to bleed.
I think I need to find a bigger place...
cause when you have more than you think, you need more space.
There's those thinkin' more or less, less is more,
but if less is more, how you keepin' score?
It means for every point you make, your level drops.
Kinda like you're startin' from the top...
and you can't do that.
Monday, March 8, 2010
you’ve seen me
Have you ever seen a one trick pony
In the field so happy and free?
If you’ve ever seen a one trick pony then you’ve seen me
Have you ever seen a one-legged
Dog making his way down the street?
If you’ve ever seen a one-legged dog then you’ve seen me
Have you ever seen a scarecrow filled
With nothing but dust and wheat?
If you’ve ever seen that scarecrow then you’ve seen me
Have you ever seen a one-armed man
Punching at nothing but the breeze?
If you’ve ever seen a one-armed man then you’ve seen me
Have you ever seen a one-legged man
Trying to dance his way free?
If you’ve ever seen a one-legged man
Then you’ve seen me.
Then you’ve seen me,
I come and stand at every door
Then you’ve seen me,
I always leave with less than I had before
Then you’ve seen me,
Bet I can make you smile
When the blood, it hits the floor
Tell me, friend,
Can you ask for anything more?
Tell me can you ask for anything more?
BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN
In the field so happy and free?
If you’ve ever seen a one trick pony then you’ve seen me
Have you ever seen a one-legged
Dog making his way down the street?
If you’ve ever seen a one-legged dog then you’ve seen me
Have you ever seen a scarecrow filled
With nothing but dust and wheat?
If you’ve ever seen that scarecrow then you’ve seen me
Have you ever seen a one-armed man
Punching at nothing but the breeze?
If you’ve ever seen a one-armed man then you’ve seen me
Have you ever seen a one-legged man
Trying to dance his way free?
If you’ve ever seen a one-legged man
Then you’ve seen me.
Then you’ve seen me,
I come and stand at every door
Then you’ve seen me,
I always leave with less than I had before
Then you’ve seen me,
Bet I can make you smile
When the blood, it hits the floor
Tell me, friend,
Can you ask for anything more?
Tell me can you ask for anything more?
BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
An answer.............
Yashodhara was married to Siddhartha. She loved him dearly. One night Siddhartha left her and their son, Rahul ... while they were sleeping, to seek Enlightenment... to become Buddha. He did not even say a word to her when he left. Yashodhara has shown compassion for the sick... and ailing long before Siddhartha ever did.. long before Siddharth was even aware of suffering! Who can say if he owed his Enlightenment to her? Perhaps Yashodhara wanted to leave Siddhartha and Rahul. How can we ever know if Yashodhara fell victim to anger to loneliness or bitterness...... after Siddhartha left her. Who even thought about her? What must she have said when Rahul, her son....asked that eternal question: Where is my father? What must she have told him? How could a mother leave her own child in the middle of the night? lt is only possible for a man to do. Only a man. After that, Yashodhara had no choice. She had to lead a life of renunciation. She cut off her hair and lived like an ascetic.
- SAMSARA-
- SAMSARA-
Thursday, January 7, 2010
just realised
Just realised .....the difference between "miracle" and "Routine"
Miracle = .......what takes place in other people's life.....especially the ones you really despise
Routine = .......the ordinary ...boring......low paying......time taking....uninteresting and uncalled for shit that keeps falling on your head no matter how many umbrellas you carry.......
and thats truth and nothing but the truth........
Miracle = .......what takes place in other people's life.....especially the ones you really despise
Routine = .......the ordinary ...boring......low paying......time taking....uninteresting and uncalled for shit that keeps falling on your head no matter how many umbrellas you carry.......
and thats truth and nothing but the truth........
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Read it .....and loved IT...........
"i wanna be rich! "
Unexpected niceness is overwhelming. You swear at me and I will give it back to you with interest, but if you pay a compliment, chances are I would recheck with you. There is a word for me but, euphemistically, you could call me a realist.
Around midnight, the two of us had a friend’s bike and were freaking out, reliving college. Soon the fuel died on us and we were stranded in the middle of a road, far enough from home. A man who probably worked at a restaurant nearby came to our help. He looked at one of the bikes parked, in a slightly shy and unsure manner.
We made out that it wasn’t his bike and he was looking to make some extra bucks. He looked at the bike for a couple of minutes and discussed something with the security guard there. I busied myself with the mobile phone dodging my righteousness, pretending I wasn't really a part of this. But I soon rang up someone to run a check on how much fuel cost these days. Yes, I am an ignorant fool, but it also means that I am poor.
However, I did my homework so that I am not duped by the professional thugs here.
They got a bottle, filled one-fourth of it and came to us. Vicky asked how much we owed him. I had a number in my head, but they said nothing. My eyes popped out and Vicky kept thanking them, incessantly. I felt like shit for having thought all that I did in my head as the man drove away on the bike and it was his. He didn’t look like a rich guy. On the contrary, a middle class guy in plain clothes, married with a kid or two who waited desperately for an increment.
Humanity of a stranger is cathartic and makes me romantic. But my mind was filled with millions of possibilities- What if I was an acquaintance to him who passed a snide remark at him years back that he had swallowed then? Perhaps, he would have taken pleasure in my misery and not helped me.
Isn't it plain easy to do a good deed and vanish with no paybacks? Aren't we all good people when we got less to do with people? What if he was cheating on his wife and in a desperate need to feel good about himself helped stranded strangers on a daily basis?
Maybe not.
Damn just how difficult is it to believe that some people have the ability to do things out of goodness of their hearts?!
He reminded me of that cabbie who had his house on property that was worth 10cr. I smirked at him while he said so, but then he drove half a km to return the phone that we had left in his car. A slap right across my face. I was thinking one day if I wanted to be rich, like all the people whose fathers pay their rent when they don’t make any bucks think. Yes, I do. I want to be rich, just as rich.
PS: All you strangers out there I, too, am a very nice person with a few trust issues.
BY :- JYOTI SINGH
Unexpected niceness is overwhelming. You swear at me and I will give it back to you with interest, but if you pay a compliment, chances are I would recheck with you. There is a word for me but, euphemistically, you could call me a realist.
Around midnight, the two of us had a friend’s bike and were freaking out, reliving college. Soon the fuel died on us and we were stranded in the middle of a road, far enough from home. A man who probably worked at a restaurant nearby came to our help. He looked at one of the bikes parked, in a slightly shy and unsure manner.
We made out that it wasn’t his bike and he was looking to make some extra bucks. He looked at the bike for a couple of minutes and discussed something with the security guard there. I busied myself with the mobile phone dodging my righteousness, pretending I wasn't really a part of this. But I soon rang up someone to run a check on how much fuel cost these days. Yes, I am an ignorant fool, but it also means that I am poor.
However, I did my homework so that I am not duped by the professional thugs here.
They got a bottle, filled one-fourth of it and came to us. Vicky asked how much we owed him. I had a number in my head, but they said nothing. My eyes popped out and Vicky kept thanking them, incessantly. I felt like shit for having thought all that I did in my head as the man drove away on the bike and it was his. He didn’t look like a rich guy. On the contrary, a middle class guy in plain clothes, married with a kid or two who waited desperately for an increment.
Humanity of a stranger is cathartic and makes me romantic. But my mind was filled with millions of possibilities- What if I was an acquaintance to him who passed a snide remark at him years back that he had swallowed then? Perhaps, he would have taken pleasure in my misery and not helped me.
Isn't it plain easy to do a good deed and vanish with no paybacks? Aren't we all good people when we got less to do with people? What if he was cheating on his wife and in a desperate need to feel good about himself helped stranded strangers on a daily basis?
Maybe not.
Damn just how difficult is it to believe that some people have the ability to do things out of goodness of their hearts?!
He reminded me of that cabbie who had his house on property that was worth 10cr. I smirked at him while he said so, but then he drove half a km to return the phone that we had left in his car. A slap right across my face. I was thinking one day if I wanted to be rich, like all the people whose fathers pay their rent when they don’t make any bucks think. Yes, I do. I want to be rich, just as rich.
PS: All you strangers out there I, too, am a very nice person with a few trust issues.
BY :- JYOTI SINGH
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
THE ETERNAL SONG
"There is no point in restraining one's active senses, while constantly engaging in thoughts about sensory objects and pleasures. A person who does this is only cheating himself. He is a hypocrite.".........SHRI BHAGAVAD GITA....CHAPTER 3,.... VERSE 6 .......
I am a hypocrite.......its official now...
I am a hypocrite.......its official now...
Sunday, November 8, 2009
hate to agree
just came across this.......
"ONLY UNACCOMPLISHED LOVE TENDS TO BE ROMANTIC....."
i dont know if its true or not, but if it were .....i would hate the fact.
"ONLY UNACCOMPLISHED LOVE TENDS TO BE ROMANTIC....."
i dont know if its true or not, but if it were .....i would hate the fact.
Saturday, November 7, 2009
MAY BE..............JUST MAY BE
may be its false
may be its true
may be i dont
may be i do
may be i am lost
may be i am sure
may be i am ok
may be i need a cure
may be she is rit
may be i am wrong
may be i feel it
all of these just cant only be a song
may be am just an 'another guy'
making a point, hoping she would buy
may be i am stupid
may be i can't see
may be i messed up
being where i shouldnt be
may be she knows it
may be she don't
may be i ll get around it
may be i wont
may be i should move on
may be i dont know how
may be i should wait a little longer
may be i should do it now
may be she has a reason
may be she has no choice
may be i did not say it loud enough
may be she did not hear my voice
may be she has another plan
may be she does not trust me
may be its an impossible story
which is just not meant to be
MAY BE
JUST MAY BE
may be its true
may be i dont
may be i do
may be i am lost
may be i am sure
may be i am ok
may be i need a cure
may be she is rit
may be i am wrong
may be i feel it
all of these just cant only be a song
may be am just an 'another guy'
making a point, hoping she would buy
may be i am stupid
may be i can't see
may be i messed up
being where i shouldnt be
may be she knows it
may be she don't
may be i ll get around it
may be i wont
may be i should move on
may be i dont know how
may be i should wait a little longer
may be i should do it now
may be she has a reason
may be she has no choice
may be i did not say it loud enough
may be she did not hear my voice
may be she has another plan
may be she does not trust me
may be its an impossible story
which is just not meant to be
MAY BE
JUST MAY BE
just thinking - "honestly"
am just a lil confused .....so help out anyone who can.......
Looking back .....i have started to realise that I made mistakes...ok blunders(big and small).........and every passing day I can think of something that i did .....really stupid....something I would never ever do again ...........so does that make me stupid or smart ?????
Looking back .....i have started to realise that I made mistakes...ok blunders(big and small).........and every passing day I can think of something that i did .....really stupid....something I would never ever do again ...........so does that make me stupid or smart ?????
Monday, September 28, 2009
The story so far........
Of late, something occurred to me. Its actually not a big thing but definitely got me thinking for a while.
Is "you', "if only" or may be to some extent "but she never did", the best that i could do ? I dont know. Feel like calling up JoD and asking her. Why ?......because its the easiest way to get answers for questions no one else is even willing to listen to, trust me. But I will not choose the short cut, for once. Probably the answer may not be in a YES or a NO. The answer will be something that will have a title and that title will be between a " and a".
This fear, if i may say so, is justified however. Why? because I have not written anything as interesting as them for a long long time. On the contrary, unlike before, I know exactly what i want to write and probably also how it should read once written. But it just isn't happening.
But, i guess its ok. Atleast, writing on why i am not able to write, gives me much needed practice. And as for - will i be able to write all those things that i have in my mind right know and am dying to put it on a piece of paper, the answer is - "I dont know".
Is "you', "if only" or may be to some extent "but she never did", the best that i could do ? I dont know. Feel like calling up JoD and asking her. Why ?......because its the easiest way to get answers for questions no one else is even willing to listen to, trust me. But I will not choose the short cut, for once. Probably the answer may not be in a YES or a NO. The answer will be something that will have a title and that title will be between a " and a".
This fear, if i may say so, is justified however. Why? because I have not written anything as interesting as them for a long long time. On the contrary, unlike before, I know exactly what i want to write and probably also how it should read once written. But it just isn't happening.
But, i guess its ok. Atleast, writing on why i am not able to write, gives me much needed practice. And as for - will i be able to write all those things that i have in my mind right know and am dying to put it on a piece of paper, the answer is - "I dont know".
निदा फजली
kabhii kabhii yuuN bhii hamne apne jii ko behlaayaa hai
jin baatoN ko Khud nahiiN samjhe auroN ko samjhaayaa hai
Mir-o-Ghalib ke sheroN ne kiskaa saath nibhaayaa hai
saste giitoN ko likh likh kar hamne ghar banvaayaa hai
By - Nida Fazli
jin baatoN ko Khud nahiiN samjhe auroN ko samjhaayaa hai
Mir-o-Ghalib ke sheroN ne kiskaa saath nibhaayaa hai
saste giitoN ko likh likh kar hamne ghar banvaayaa hai
By - Nida Fazli
Monday, September 14, 2009
BLOG ???.............(JoD)
kisi ne kahan hai mujhse
Babla, its not difficult to start a blog...............its difficult to maintain it.."
Magar usne yeh bhi bola-
"Babla, it does not matter what you write as long as you are writing for yourself.........just make sure you keep writing......"
"so i will keep writing..for myself..."
Babla, its not difficult to start a blog...............its difficult to maintain it.."
Magar usne yeh bhi bola-
"Babla, it does not matter what you write as long as you are writing for yourself.........just make sure you keep writing......"
"so i will keep writing..for myself..."
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
I MISS YOU......
no matter how hard i tried
no matter if i laughed or cried
and Even if i told you i would never lie
and even if i told you "i would rather die"
I could never make you believe
that I never wanted you to leave
.
.
.
.
no matter how many words i use......
no matter what language i choose....
Even if i spend all of my time
and even if i make it all rhyme.....
i could never put it in verse for you
"YOU HAVE NO CLUE HOW MUCH I MISS YOU"
no matter if i laughed or cried
and Even if i told you i would never lie
and even if i told you "i would rather die"
I could never make you believe
that I never wanted you to leave
.
.
.
.
no matter how many words i use......
no matter what language i choose....
Even if i spend all of my time
and even if i make it all rhyme.....
i could never put it in verse for you
"YOU HAVE NO CLUE HOW MUCH I MISS YOU"
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
jo D
Dear Jo D,
you are five feet something and i am six feet two
still want you to know...that i always look up to you
i know you hate me smoke
and the fact that i always end up broke
i know you hate me for not dieting
and a few other things i cant be writing
but of all the things you would not like
is to see me give up without a fight
and here i am pledging before thee
that you would never ever EVER see
that i give up or i loose hope
i also promise i shall never take to dope
you will not find me ever sob and cry
this one i dont promise, but i'll try
But there are a few things that i shall always do
looking for some answers no one has - i call you
whenever i want someone to hear me out
i feel the need to call you, have no doubt
the next few lines will make no rhyme
i tried my best , but iam running out of time
(you are waiting for me for dinner...rit)
when i am nervous i call you
when i am in trouble i call you
whenever i need to talk... you are always there
i dont know what you do and i dont know how you do it
but somehow anything and everything you say makes so much sense to me
and please tell me how do you have answers for every question i ask
no matter how stupid and pointless
SO, the point i am trying to make here - you see
is that you make my life a lot easier for me
HAPPY RAKSHA BANDHAN DIDI
BY THE WAY
The best part is that although i can never thank you enough
i never feel the need to do so
you are five feet something and i am six feet two
still want you to know...that i always look up to you
i know you hate me smoke
and the fact that i always end up broke
i know you hate me for not dieting
and a few other things i cant be writing
but of all the things you would not like
is to see me give up without a fight
and here i am pledging before thee
that you would never ever EVER see
that i give up or i loose hope
i also promise i shall never take to dope
you will not find me ever sob and cry
this one i dont promise, but i'll try
But there are a few things that i shall always do
looking for some answers no one has - i call you
whenever i want someone to hear me out
i feel the need to call you, have no doubt
the next few lines will make no rhyme
i tried my best , but iam running out of time
(you are waiting for me for dinner...rit)
when i am nervous i call you
when i am in trouble i call you
whenever i need to talk... you are always there
i dont know what you do and i dont know how you do it
but somehow anything and everything you say makes so much sense to me
and please tell me how do you have answers for every question i ask
no matter how stupid and pointless
SO, the point i am trying to make here - you see
is that you make my life a lot easier for me
HAPPY RAKSHA BANDHAN DIDI
BY THE WAY
The best part is that although i can never thank you enough
i never feel the need to do so
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